<font color=red>The Huttese symbol for three suddenly flashed down to two, then those strange symbols flashed down to one before fading in general and he floored it like he'd never done before. The speeder's acceleration pedal hit the ground with aggression, and he ground his foot against it viciously.
He let out a long and excited whoop and a hollar, he could not deny the wonderful feeling of wind sweeping in his hair. It was an older model landspeeder, but it didn't matter, because there wasn't another in the galaxy like it. It had so many customizations it would put even Han Solo and the Millennium Falcon to shame.
His speeder, the Old Lovely, easily whipped by the average racers, skidding right past them like they were scenery to be observed. When he got to Spontanza Toni, the Rodian that had kept him down his whole life, he felt no guilt in extracting his middle finger at the ugly, green, sunction-cupped fingers, creatures. He laughed wildly as the speeder simply passed the slow poke up.
Everywhere around him was nothing but a great big blur, the hills and mountains and woods and trees were simply smudges on a giant canvas to him, he was indestructable.
The young man swirved a tight corner, spinning down an enormous canyon bottom, and he looked up for a moment to see dozens upon dozens upon dozens of miles up that made the enormous gorge, that gave it the name Boomba Gorgo, or Enormous Canyon in Huttese.
This was - despite how early in the race - possibly one of the most dangerous parts of it. The walls often times closed in no more than two or three meters, and the terrain was constantly changing due to erosion and avalanches.
The roaring hum of his repulsor lifts signified the constant speed building up in his unbelieveable, convertable speeder, but symbolized the raging excitement and adrenaline building inside of his heart, inside of his body.
He twisted a hard right, nearly dipping the entire speeder, nearly capsizing it so he could avoid a very narrow turn. There was a crash and he began to shake, he had hit something. That would cost a good fifty credits in paint...if he was lucky.
He looked back to see chunks of durasteel and duraplast skidding back from the side of his speeder.
Damn.
As he looked back though he caught a glimpse of two other speeders catching up quickly on him.
This was his first race on Ylesia and he intended to make his mark with this.
Just ahead of him was a huge dip, almost like a pothole of epic proportions, as if the gods themselves made it just to piss him off. He simply hit the brakes hard, stopping a good twenty meters before the giant abyss, the others did the same, except being only a couple of feet.
The other racers were far behind and they didn't stand a chance at catching up any time soon, though the roars of their repulsor lifts reverberated off the walls and into the ears of the three racers here.
One was an alien in the speeder ahead and seemed to be swearing about the great pothole. The other was a grey skinned human with long auburn locks cascading down his head, twisted into what almost looked like Weequay homeage beads.
The young man shoved the stick into still mode and he began to press down on the accelerator in an attempt to intimidate the two racers ahead of him while he pondered his thoughts of how he was going to make this. He finally got an idea and put the speeder into reverse, one arm over the passenger seat and he began to back up.
He looked forward then and hit the break, putting it into forward. He held onto the break and pressed the accelerator two more times. Then he let go and screeched off with a vengeance. He swirved so he was going head on for the speeder with the alien in it, who began to scream and holler in sudden fear.
There was a small rise in the terrain, just enough to give the young man some propulsion. When the repulsors hit the hood of the alien's speeder, it bent the back upward, and he flew off of it similarly to a ramp.
The small ground hugger soared over the giant gap, but still the young man knew he had no hopes of clearing it.
A quick flip of one of the switches bent the two rear engines back and he got a short boost, giving him just enough strength to hit the edge of the pothole and begin skidding downward.
He was faced vertically and floored it with all his might. He jerked wildly on the stick, pushing it through all the gears, fighting the terrain with horrid cries and whines of protest. Dirt flew and durasteel ground, but in the end technology beat nature as with one last final roar like that of a Krayt Dragon he shot up past the other end of the gorge and he began zooming down the canyone once more.
The trip was just as perilous, but that had been one of his greatest accomplishments, he easily expected to just make another crater inside of that one.
He let out a hoot and cries of excitement whenever possible as he dodged overhangs and pulled away from huge boulders.
When he finally pulled on the other end where the cheers of only a few - unlike those of the big races like on Tatooine and Malastare - but the cheers of his own engines wer enough for him.
He pulled up the speeder before his few "fans" and leapt out, throwing his hands in their in grand precession. It was an experience worth remembering.</font>
He let out a long and excited whoop and a hollar, he could not deny the wonderful feeling of wind sweeping in his hair. It was an older model landspeeder, but it didn't matter, because there wasn't another in the galaxy like it. It had so many customizations it would put even Han Solo and the Millennium Falcon to shame.
His speeder, the Old Lovely, easily whipped by the average racers, skidding right past them like they were scenery to be observed. When he got to Spontanza Toni, the Rodian that had kept him down his whole life, he felt no guilt in extracting his middle finger at the ugly, green, sunction-cupped fingers, creatures. He laughed wildly as the speeder simply passed the slow poke up.
Everywhere around him was nothing but a great big blur, the hills and mountains and woods and trees were simply smudges on a giant canvas to him, he was indestructable.
The young man swirved a tight corner, spinning down an enormous canyon bottom, and he looked up for a moment to see dozens upon dozens upon dozens of miles up that made the enormous gorge, that gave it the name Boomba Gorgo, or Enormous Canyon in Huttese.
This was - despite how early in the race - possibly one of the most dangerous parts of it. The walls often times closed in no more than two or three meters, and the terrain was constantly changing due to erosion and avalanches.
The roaring hum of his repulsor lifts signified the constant speed building up in his unbelieveable, convertable speeder, but symbolized the raging excitement and adrenaline building inside of his heart, inside of his body.
He twisted a hard right, nearly dipping the entire speeder, nearly capsizing it so he could avoid a very narrow turn. There was a crash and he began to shake, he had hit something. That would cost a good fifty credits in paint...if he was lucky.
He looked back to see chunks of durasteel and duraplast skidding back from the side of his speeder.
Damn.
As he looked back though he caught a glimpse of two other speeders catching up quickly on him.
This was his first race on Ylesia and he intended to make his mark with this.
Just ahead of him was a huge dip, almost like a pothole of epic proportions, as if the gods themselves made it just to piss him off. He simply hit the brakes hard, stopping a good twenty meters before the giant abyss, the others did the same, except being only a couple of feet.
The other racers were far behind and they didn't stand a chance at catching up any time soon, though the roars of their repulsor lifts reverberated off the walls and into the ears of the three racers here.
One was an alien in the speeder ahead and seemed to be swearing about the great pothole. The other was a grey skinned human with long auburn locks cascading down his head, twisted into what almost looked like Weequay homeage beads.
The young man shoved the stick into still mode and he began to press down on the accelerator in an attempt to intimidate the two racers ahead of him while he pondered his thoughts of how he was going to make this. He finally got an idea and put the speeder into reverse, one arm over the passenger seat and he began to back up.
He looked forward then and hit the break, putting it into forward. He held onto the break and pressed the accelerator two more times. Then he let go and screeched off with a vengeance. He swirved so he was going head on for the speeder with the alien in it, who began to scream and holler in sudden fear.
There was a small rise in the terrain, just enough to give the young man some propulsion. When the repulsors hit the hood of the alien's speeder, it bent the back upward, and he flew off of it similarly to a ramp.
The small ground hugger soared over the giant gap, but still the young man knew he had no hopes of clearing it.
A quick flip of one of the switches bent the two rear engines back and he got a short boost, giving him just enough strength to hit the edge of the pothole and begin skidding downward.
He was faced vertically and floored it with all his might. He jerked wildly on the stick, pushing it through all the gears, fighting the terrain with horrid cries and whines of protest. Dirt flew and durasteel ground, but in the end technology beat nature as with one last final roar like that of a Krayt Dragon he shot up past the other end of the gorge and he began zooming down the canyone once more.
The trip was just as perilous, but that had been one of his greatest accomplishments, he easily expected to just make another crater inside of that one.
He let out a hoot and cries of excitement whenever possible as he dodged overhangs and pulled away from huge boulders.
When he finally pulled on the other end where the cheers of only a few - unlike those of the big races like on Tatooine and Malastare - but the cheers of his own engines wer enough for him.
He pulled up the speeder before his few "fans" and leapt out, throwing his hands in their in grand precession. It was an experience worth remembering.</font>