Podrace Track

[Shaman Navi Saqua]

*The history is unknown.*

*A representative of the Udessi Resort waits by the Pod race Track. His name tag says Amelio Estavan and he is a supervisor appointed by the co-owner, to greet the Interstellar Racing League Judge when they arrive.*

*Another signature locale in Udesii Resort, is its premiere podracing track. Stretching for over 80km, the track runs through scenic locations such as the Abyss, the centuries old Sarlacc pit, and other sites. The track offers excitement, and danger to all of its racers.*

*Ricky touches his ship down at the beginning of the track. The lush jungle was a drastic change from his last landing. Nitaute stays aboard the ship, while Ricky pulls out his Air-2 swoop.*

Haven't had this girl out in a while. Hope I still remember how to ride her.

*Ricky checks that everything is still working, and mounts the bike. A few revs, a kick of the throttle, and a momentary fishtail, and Ricky is off down the track.*

*Ricky finished his lap around the course in about 9 minutes. His hair is damp with sweat, mostly from the humid atmosphere. It was an impressive track. Several canyon jumps, brush-covered tunnels, the sarlacc, and one section over a large lake would prove interesting to see a dozen speeders dashing through. Ricky was content that the track was ready for full races, and, after leaving a note for whoever was in charge, he packed up his gear, and the Reckoner left the planet.*

OOC: Haha one would begin to wonder how you got a Sarlacc From tatooine to Felusia. *trys to picture the event and continues to laugh**

OOC: Lol, considering that's what happened in The Force Unleashed, it is very plausible.*

OOC: When a Sarlacc gives birth, the pod ascends into space. It travels until it lands somewhere, where it hatches and waits for it's food.*

*...a few Gelagrubs cross the part of the track that moves through the forest and are quickly followed by a few humans that had fallen off...*

*He started outside, where the numbers of victims were the fewest. The clone knew well enough to save his strength for later. Dragus cackled cruelly as he stepped onto the pod race track only to find three mechanics prepping a pod for a trial run. They were just standing there unsuspecting of him at all. Of course, the likelihood of any of them having Force sensitivity was low. They have no idea how much trouble they were about to be in. Raising his right hand, Dragus reached out with the Force and touched the minds of the three mechanics. Each of the mechanics was a human male, middle aged or slightly younger. Their minds were like open books, easily read through and not difficult to manipulate in the least. Dark Side energy crackled around his right fist, electrical current ran through his arm, screaming to be unleashed from his body. Dragus' hate was the conduit that would channel the power, turning it into physical form such as electricity. Force Lightning the technique was called, thought the name held little value to Dragus. As long as it worked it would be enough.

One of the mechanics noticed the flashing light circling the pirates hand, literally crackling between his fingertips. While Dragus cared little for impressive displays of force, he figured it couldn't hurt to test out his natural ability. Raw power coursed through his arm and exploded outwards, thundering towards the first mechanic. In a blast of blue light, the mechanics body exploded in meaty chunks on impact. The other two men looked up from the pod they were working on, and screamed in horror. They began to run away, or at least tried to, but the clone refused to be ignored. Similar blasts of Force Lightning arced towards each mechanic and fried every cell in their body upon contact. They fell to the ground, twitching from all their nerve bundles sensitized at once. Dragus kept up his cruel grin as he walked past the smoldering husks that were previously alive. He entered the garage next.*

*...the podraceing track moves with life...only the best piolts would be able to manuver this track without crashing...poison-spitters move on the outsides of the track, spitting at the podracers that fly past...*