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The voices of the infamous announcing duo, Fode and Beed -- recalled from retirement by the Hutts, by fair means or foul -- blared above the roar of the crowd, the festival of villany which was the Boonta Eve Classic finally coming to a head with the first day of racing.

"Though our race was initially delayed by excessive sand storms, we are now proud to announce, ladies and gentlebeings," Fode said,

"That our race is about to get underway! Eight contestants take to the track -- how many survive? Who knows but the Force! Let's take a look at out contestants!" Beed finished.

"And here they are," Beed conitinued. "First off, the fiery six-armed Verinackitaloc, podracer extraordinaire, racing with his massive Juggernaut pod, the same one which --"

"-- accidentally and completely due to mechanical error --" Fode interjected,

"-- was responsible for the death of poor Belsaldis on Etti IV only two weeks ago!" Beed completed. "Next, we have the quick Da'livis, racer of intergalactic fame! His flamingly fast pod has laid waste to the competition on eighteen different worlds!"

Fode went on, "Then we have ever-popular racing brothers, Feaaar and Seravis, the feline twins! They have proven time and time again that they have the endurance it takes to outlast the competition!"

The two -- or one -- announcers continued on down the list of racers; Mnar, Zerran, Rezner, and Pike, until finally, they blared out in unison, "Gentlebeings, start your engines!"

'The gall,' he thought, 'Not mentioning me in the opening credits...'

It was a personal affront, to be sure. The hosts of todays celebrations had a none-too-fond memory of the name Beff Pike and the words Bounty Hunters Guild. Never mind that though, there's a race to be won.

With quick fingers in traced, and re-traced, patterns he flipped the toggles and switches that would bring his massive 454 Rockets' online. Thundering their wishes to devour, a nearly tangible rumbling from the twins reverberated across the paddock.

Everything about his pod, the Nova SS, had been custom built. The engines, the pod and, everything in between. Custom built to very specific design requirements, the Nova was no small and pansy pod... not bar far. It was the epitome of speed and raw endurance.

Running a finger over the plush custom interior of his pod, he paused to pitty those in smaller more 'regulation' pods. Pods his could literally run-right-over. With a glance at the other large pod in line, he confirmed his suspicions.

His droid pit-crew slowly receeded from the track as Beff gunned the throttle, clutch engaged. With ear-splitting chaos his engines proclaimed their power, their speed and the win that would be theirs.

(Fuggin Ezwhore)