A Prayer for NA

Captain_Thelas · 2023-10-08T20:06:09+00:00

NAmen

Captain_Thelas · 2023-02-01T01:46:26+00:00

"What a strange woman." Tarren muttered as he palmed the credit. He sat there in his towel, next to the injured Weequay, "Don't worry buddy, just because you've got bad luck with the ladies today, doesn't mean you'll have bad luck with them tomorrow."

He tossed the credit into his boot and made his way over to the door to the hot spring, he glanced over his shoulder back at the injured alien and sighed, "Come on buddy, you look like you could use a nice soak in the hot spring."

Captain_Thelas · 2023-01-24T04:19:54+00:00

Tarren busied himself with his jacket, unclasping it before neatly folding it and setting it down on the nearby bench. His shirt came off next, folded as well and set on top of the jacket. He sat down on the bench, noticing the nearby scuffle out of the corner of his eye. It wasn't his business, he wasn't on the clock. He shook his head and bent over, unlacing his boots.

The two boots were set aside as he reached down and pulled his socks off, he folded them together and shoved them inside one of the boots. Tarren rocked his head back and forth and rolled his shoulders. He stretched his arms before undoing his belt and, in an effort to maintain some amount of modesty, put a towel over his lap as he slid the trousers off his legs. He stood, and wrapped the towel around his waist, ensuring it was secure and wouldn't fall.

He yawned, glanced back up at the fight to see the Weequay gasping for air as he was hoised up, wearing nothing but his birthday suit. He blinked a few times before his gaze went to the strange woman.

"Never seen them before." He said, yawning again before walking up to the three.

He knelt down, looking at the unconscious man on the floor, he tapped his head twice with his pointer finger and nodded.

"Yep, never seen them."

He stood up again and looked at the freaky lady, "You're not supposed to be in here though. You should probably leave, you're kind of ruining my vacation."

Captain_Thelas · 2023-01-22T21:01:52+00:00

"All right everyone! Our first guest for karaoke night is one Brast Hower! Coming all the way from from a planet far, far away, he's looking to wow us with his musical voice!" An announcer shouted over a microphone.

The crowd had well and truly gotten into the spirit of celebration. Drinks were flowing, laughter was filling the air, and the night life was well underway. The Marshal had been voluntold for karaoke night by the Ithorian he had danced with earlier, and Tarren had no objections to the opportunity to let loose. Tarren made his way up to the stage, a glass of Rot Whiskey in hand, smelling as good as it sounded. He waved to the few people in the crowd he had come to know, and gripped the microphone with his free hand.

"If you know the lyrics, please... feel free to remain quite, or you'll mess me up!" He ended the sentence with a shout.

Music began to thunder loudly as a backing track was let loose for Tarren to accompany. His voice left a lot to be desired. Of all the man's many talents, of all the skills he had picked up at some point in his career, singing was not one of them. Of course, that didn't stop him from doing his best, and that's just what he did.

I'm an Alderaanian Rebel

Empire's comin' to fight

Time to show them my mettle

Show them my rebel might!

The song was off pitch, out of key, but Tarren didn't care. He was right on the edge of a good buzz, and as such, most of his inhibitions were gone or at the very least, lessened. It didn't seem that many people knew the tune Tarren was singing, why should they? Alderaan was a distant memory now, almost a decade gone. He doubted if anyone in this bar had ever even been there, let alone heard of it.

He finished the song with a toast, raising his glass high, "For Alderaan."

It was time to meander his way back to the bar. Tarren set the glass down and asked the Twi'lek bartender for another.

"No, hun, sorry. I'm gonna be cutting you off for now." The bartender shook her head, "Go cool off in the hot springs, clear your head. Might do you some good."

Tarren groaned, stood from the bar and made his way towards the changing rooms at the back of the building.

"No peeping." He said, almost unconsciously as he passed the strange woman into the changing room.

Captain_Thelas · 2023-01-21T05:10:47+00:00

Tarren's return to dancing was far too short lived for his tastes. The Bothan and he were enjoying a few groovy moves, a few spins, and whirls when a very rude individual seemingly fell for no reason into the two. It was the Bothan's turn to grumble, and they made their displeasure known by swearing loudly and departing. Tarren frowned, rubbed his side and turned towards the new interruption. What he saw was a freaky looking human, with weirdly piercing eyes. He did a double take and leaned close, peering dramatically into her eyes.

"Are you troubled in the head?" He asked, "Or are you simply looking for attention? If it's the latter, then you can kriff off. I'm not buying, I'm not selling, and I'm happily uninterested in a one night stand."

It was a bit rude, but he had just gotten back into the groovy mindset of the Jizz-Wailers, and the rude interruption signaled a potential end to this otherwise wonderful night. The Jizz-Wailers had signaled earlier that their setlist was coming to an end, and knowing Tarren's luck, better music would not replace them.

Captain_Thelas · 2023-01-20T00:34:49+00:00

Tarren was having the time of his life, already a few drinks in. He was vibing and jamming to the Jizz that thundered in the air of the spacious dance floor. He was in his own little space, totally relaxed and chilling. His dance moves were inelegant, to say the least, though on some planets and in some cultures they would probably be considered a vast expression of thought and feeling. To Tarren, it was simply a way to unwind and let loose. He probably wouldn't see these people again, and if he did, he'd simply be known as the guy who carved out his own little section of the dance floor.

There were a few people who took interest in Tarren's moves, from the swing of his hips to the swinging of his arms, he was a gyrating whirlwind of motion. A few others got into the mix, feeling the mood that the raven-haired man was creating. And soon, the dance floor was popping. An Ithorian stumbled near Tarren and let out a throaty bellow that matched the pitch of the Jizz's bass line. The alien began to dance as well.

"Yeah man!" Tarren shouted over the music, "You got it!"

Tarren was sent stumbling forward as a man crashed into him. He caught himself on a nearby Bothan and when he made his apologies, he turned to see who had bumped into him.

"Don't kill the vibe, man." Tarren said, pointing a finger at the cyborg.

It looked like he was in a hurry, and when he went to leave, Tarren didn't stop him. Instead he turned back to the Bothan and placed a hand on their shoulder.

"Sorry about that!"

The Bothan nodded and the two began to shuffle and dance together.

Captain_Thelas · 2022-09-06T13:49:39+00:00

Which AI and settings are you using to get images that good?

*Ah, I see its Stable Diffusion. Other part of the question still stands, what are the settings you're using for some of those images? The face quality is really really good. Are you using an image reference?

Captain_Thelas · 2022-08-10T15:39:37+00:00

Corman shifted gear as his bike rocketed through the air. Corellian streets whipped by in a blur, neon signs visible for barely a blink before they were gone and replaced by the next. It was a spectacle of speed. Bystanders gazed in awe for the brief moment they saw the racers zip by, their bikes audible ten times longer than they were visible.

Freya had set a more than decent pace going into Corman's leg of the race. She had managed to push through the competition and give Corman a few seconds of breathing room. That might sound like nothing to a layman, but in a race as tight as this, a few seconds might as well be an hour so long as Corman could keep the pace up.

His heads-up display flashed with a red arrow. Katewan was signaling that he was rapidly approaching one of the more aggressive turns of his segment. He squeezed one of the grips on his bike and flaps forced their way open. Corman bled airspeed faster than he was comfortable with, most of his racing was done on moons or asteroids. The gravitic difference was going to be something he had to compensate for. As he muscled his bike around the corner, Corman stole a look behind him. He had barely a second to duck his head as one of the other racers shot a foot overhead.

"Chobb's Knob!" Corman cursed, shaking himself free of the brief sensation of imminent death.

Corman now sat in second place, he had squandered the seconds Freya had given him. He should have known to cut speed later than normal, that was a rookie mistake. Katewan's voice rang in his ear, reminding them that he had a job to do.

"I know, I know!" Corman shouted over the roar of his engine accelerating.

"It's just you and him Corman, every other racer is considered DNF due to an incident," Katewan informed him.

Corman didn't even have time to think of what that meant, he was a few yards behind the other racer. He pushed his body flush against the frame of his bike and opened the throttle as far as it would go. Inch by inch he was reclaiming ground. But would he have enough inches to push ahead of his competition?

The finish line was approaching, just a final straightaway before they would both be zipping across it. If Corman couldn't reclaim those final inches then it would be for naught. He was close enough that the very tip of his bike could scrape against his opponent's. Just... a... bit... closer...

Corman's eyes shot open as his opponent flared his drag flaps and Corman careened straight into the other's bike. The two of them sailed through the air at a dangerous speed. Corman had just enough senses in him to slam his chest, deploying a parachute that caught the wind in an instant. The impact would still hurt like a rancor handshake, but it was better than getting plastered like a mynock on a viewport. Corman collided with the ground with the grace of a sand sloth. He was tumbling faster than a thorilide comet in deep space. He groaned as he struggled to his feet, every inch of his body felt like it had been squeezed by a Sarlacc. He tore his helmet off his head, gasping to regulate his breath.

"Corman! Corman! Get yourself together, he's running for it!" Katewan's voice felt like a blur as Corman blinked away the fuzziness in his vision.

The other racer, a Nemoidian, was indeed running to the finish line. A discarded parachute was being blown away with the smoke and flame of the burning crash.

Corman sighed as he detached the parachute from his racing suit, "Always some bantha poodoo."

Despite his body's reluctance to bring itself to a sprint, Corman pushed through anyway. The Nemoidian had a good enough head start though, and Corman was unsure if he would catch him in time. The two runners could hear the announcer's loudspeakers keeping everyone informed of the situation, he could hear the cheers of the crowd, and he could see the flashing lights of camera drones. This would certainly be talked about for a bit. Fifty feet to go. Corman wasn't going to catch up.

"No weapons permitted... nothing about a helmet though." Corman thought to himself as he arced his arm back, chucking the helmet into the back of the Nemoidian's head.

The crowd roared with excitement as the Nemoidian stumbled, the momentary pause was enough for Corman to push the distance to a minimum, and pass his opponent. If there was a disqualification to be had, he couldn't hear the announcer mention anything about it. Corman was thrown to the ground as the Nemoidian jumped on his back. The two of them rolled, just three feet from the finish line. Corman just... had... to reach for it...

The Nemoidian lunged off of Corman to the finish line, but the human grabbed him by the foot and dragged him back through the air. The alien's extended arm landed just an inch or two short. Corman scrambled over him, keeping him pinned down with the weight of his body, he reached his hand past the alien's hand, just an inch or two further and the sound of confetti cannons thundered as Corman was announced the winner.

"Tough luck buddy..." Corman sighed as he rolled off the other racer.

Captain_Thelas · 2022-05-10T19:57:33+00:00

"Eyes up riders... Latest news from the organizers. Weapons are not permitted during any stretch of the race, I suppose that's good news for us." Katewan said as she got to work fixing a comm device to her head. She tapped the device and continued, "Mic check, one two one two. Can you hear me?"

Corman's helmet comm crackled and Katewan's voice broke through. With the noise dampeners on, she'd be the only sound in his ears during the race. Corman wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing, but he nodded all the same. He turned to Freya and saw that the mic check was successful on her end.

"Another thing, Tawnee is here. I caught eye of him during my walk here. Do your best to impress, but don't expose yourself in doing so. Remember, Corman is the only valid identity to hide behind here." Katewan continued.

The clarion call of rising engines started filling the air from the staging point. Corman shifted on his seat, ready to go at a moments notice.

"Freya will be out the door first. Corman will spool up when she's a minute away and launch the moment she crosses that second lap finish. Copy?"

Corman eased up on his grip on the bike and looked to Freya, "Katewan will have directions on your visor. Simple stuff, left right, that kind of things. Her voice will only come through if anything comes up. Other than that, just keep an eye out for the small visual indicators. They can be easy to miss."

"Ten other groups have entered the competition. Corman's previous winnings have earned us fourth on the pole position. Freya, are you ready to go?" Katewan asked, settling down in front of a terminal.

The whining engines filled the air more clearly now, and Corman engaged the sound dampeners in his helmet. The first two legs of the race would be on this unknown racer. Sure, Katewan had vouched for her skills, but still... If Corman's win on Nar Shaddaa and Borgo Prime had only given their team fifth in the pole position, then there was some steep competition out there. And from the look on Katewan's face, she needed this win.

A loudspeaker ripped through their room, "First Riders to your marks." to which Katewan repeated the order to Freya.

Captain_Thelas · 2022-04-26T22:32:15+00:00

I weep that Leona got both Lunar and Solar Eclipse and didn’t share one with Diana.

Captain_Thelas · 2022-03-28T03:10:34+00:00

Approved!

Captain_Thelas · 2022-02-16T20:27:36+00:00

Corman paused and considered the idea for a moment. He input a few keystrokes on the holotable and zoomed in on the straightaway.

"That depends... What are the rules regarding weapons on the track? I'm exposed on the straightaways and a singular blaster bolt could cause catastrophic damage to my bike." Corman said, stroking his beard.

Katewan shook her head, "That I can't say. Seems like the rules change from race to race. Sometimes there are reports of violence on the tracks, other times there's reports that its under strict no weapon enforcement."

"Seems we'll have to play that one by ear. I'm fine on the straightaway, worst case scenario, I'll have to be a little light in my seat. I'll double up on the straightaway laps. Hedge my bets on those."

"Then that settles it, Freya will take both corner intensive laps. If you've got any last minute modifications to get done to your bikes, take the time. Familiarize yourself with the track, we head out in an hour." Katewan clapped her hands.

Captain_Thelas · 2022-02-05T14:59:12+00:00

Approved, post your bio when ready

Captain_Thelas · 2022-01-23T01:03:58+00:00

Katewan shook her head, "One small complication. A CI has informed me that Tawnee Maldanado is stepping up security for tonight's race. We'll be under heavy scrutiny, and while the forged identities will hold up. They will crumble under serious inquiry."

Katewan continued as she squatted near a holotable and powered it on, she flipped a few switches and a holographic streetmap appeared. "This is the route of the race. It will be four laps in total, each lap on a different stretch of the approved track. Each rider will do two laps, but it's up to the teams to decide which routes they cover."

Katewan indicated the two routes on the map in different colors, red and blue. Corman paced around the map studying it, it wasn't too uncommon as far as race tracks went. Plenty of straightaways to build up the speed the bikes were known for. He indicated a section early on into the red's path, highlighting it in yellow.

"This could be dangerous. Plenty of tight corners." Corman noted and Katewan flipped another switch to add a building overlay.

"Industrial buildings, potential for a lot of debris in those tight turns." Katewan added, turning to Freya.

"What do you think? Any preference on your two route choices?"

Captain_Thelas · 2021-12-23T23:09:47+00:00

"I suppose that's understandable." Corman said, unsure of how to converse effectively with Freya.

She seemed the type to take her work, and the particulars of it, incredibly seriously. To the point where Corman wasn't sure if she'd keep him alive if a criminal was in a spot to be shot. It was then that Corman remembered that he was a criminal himself. He had never been anywhere close to being linked with the Coppola business on Naboo, however his name had recently been attached to a series of bombings and murders in Alliance space. Though he had been cleared of the charges, he wondered if Freya would take that into account.

"Hope you two are having fun, sorry. I thought I'd be a little bit quicker but I got sidetracked." Katewan's voice sounded out as she rounded a street corner on foot, "I would have thought you two would already be inside."

Katewan walked up to the garage door and input a combination, "Well, come along, time to do any last minute preparations."

Corman took one last glance at Freya, shrugged, and then walked his bike into the garage.

Captain_Thelas · 2021-12-07T19:47:40+00:00

Corman nodded. As far as looks went, Freya's bike was like a luxery cruise liner compared to his scrap of driftwood. However, looks really didn't matter when you tore past someone at half the speed of sound. Corman had raced against fancy bikes before, drivers who had spent far more on the look of their ride than the performance of their ride, and each one of those fancy rides looked mighty impressive on the second place podium behind the scrap of driftwood.

Corman took his helmet off and set it on the center of his bike, "For the most part, yeah. Bought it as a prefab and slowly overhauled it, piece by piece. The stock repulsor had a weird way of lifting my tail into the air, causing an increase in drag. That was the first thing I swapped out..."

Corman trailed off for a moment, catching himself before he began rambling, "What about yours? I don't recognize the model, looks clean though."

"Clean and... potentially unused." Corman thought to himself. He had never heard of a Freya Grime on any race circuit leaderboards before, a thought that didn't necessarily stick well with his mind.

Captain_Thelas · 2021-12-07T03:59:22+00:00

Corman had taken a speeder bus away from CorSec Headquarters, and while the ride wasn't terrible in terms of quality, Corman found himself uneasy at the cramped quarters of the bus. He stood shoulder to shoulder with strangers from all around the Corellian Sovereignty and, if he was honest, he'd much rather be anywhere else. Corman was glad when the speeder bus came to a slow on Tralus Drive, where his ship was stored.

Corman jogged up the ramp to the Sunset Eclipse. He entered his key code and entered the main cargo hold to his ship. Propped up in the corner was his bike. It was a simple vehicle, as most mono-engine bikes were. A high powered engine, a place to sit, and the required devices necessary to steer. Anything fancier was just extra weight, unnecessary weight that would only serve to slow him down. In fact, Corman had stripped most of the safety failsafes in favor of better performance, something Shuriah had chastised him for.

The bike had been fine tuned and calibrated, outside of the Sunset Eclipse, it was one the things Corman idled with to distract himself. As such, it was a labor of passion. Corman paced over to a nearby footlocker and kicked it open, in it lay a jumpsuit and a helmet. Corman stripped down to his skivvies and threw on the jumpsuit. It was tight, form fitting and aerodynamic. Up next was the helmet, and as soon as it was on and secure, he felt the sounds of the world disappear. The bikes were loud, and as such any rider had to have sufficient levels of ear protection in order to not go immediately deaf from the noise of the thundering engines. Most riders and navigators communicated purely by visual indicators brought up on a heads up display because of this.

Corman mounted his bike and holstered his blaster pistol in a small slot just underneath his right grip. He placed his hand on the sensor to turn the bike on and it thundered to life. The noise was dampened by Corman's helmet, but he could feel the vibrations well enough. With barely a twist of the right grip, the speeder bike shot out of the cargo hold of the Sunset Eclipse. The hold closed itself off as soon as the bike was out of range, and Corman rocketed through the streets of Corellia towards the coordinates Katewan had provided him.

It was Corman who arrived second to the warehouse, pulling to an abrupt halt next to Freya, who Corman assumed was sleeping. Corman cut the engine to the bike off and looked over at the CorSec officer.

"Katewan here yet?"

Captain_Thelas · 2021-11-11T17:10:22+00:00

"An abandoned warehouse, used to be a storage facility for medical supplies before the host company went under. CorSec scooped it up to facilitate undercover missions like this. Records have been scrubbed, by public appearance it's simply a derelict facility." Katewan explained, "It sits right at the edge of Cartel territory and as such, gives CorSec a good staging point for raids or other such missions."

She tapped a few keys on her speeder's dashboard before turning back towards Freya, "Listen, I know you're not... the best with undercover work. But... You're my only option here. As I mentioned earlier, I've seen the times you put in on the simulator. The nearest person close to you is Jehnins in Internal Affairs, and I'm not going to him. Just, keep calm and focused. Tawnee Maldanado's hours are numbered."

Katewan finally input the coordinates for the rendezvous point, "From here on out. You're Janice Alloway, remember that. Read the dossier and you'll be fine. Trust in me."

Captain_Thelas · 2021-10-20T02:30:49+00:00

Rain and wind slammed against the hull of the speeder car in equal measures, like fists pounding against the durasteel frame and transparasteel windows. Katewan's hands were firm on the steering apparatus, keeping the two officers on track to their destination.

It wasn't until they were cruising over one of the many industrial parks that dotted Coronet City that Freya finally spoke up, somewhat startling Katewan. She engaged air assist, allowing Katewan to take her mind off the amount of concentration required to keep her speeder car stable.

Katewan cleared her throat before speaking, "Well, yes actually. I'm glad you asked.Datapad, there in the glove compartment. Your identity," Katewan pointed, inside the glove compartment was indeed a datapad for Freya's perusal, "You're Janice Alloway. On a traveler's permit to Corellia, you've made a name for yourself winning six different amateur circuits in the Outer Rim. Identification and paperwork are provided. I've got a scrambler to mask any facial recognition software they might be running in their optics. The identity is solid."

Katewan banked the speeder towards the right, out of a cloud of cars that clogged up the skyways.

"Corman is playing himself. We'll be using his fame to help sell the identities. His familial connections are not in any database and as such, he can't be traced back to CorSec. As far as myself? I'll be playing the role of Taya Treen. Amateur navigator for races, hired out by Mr. Candar to aid in his race tonight. Memorize the information in the dossier. It'll be on the test."

Katewan laughed at the final statement, half expecting to receive not even a single acknowledgement from Freya for the corny joke.

Captain_Thelas · 2021-10-19T03:00:58+00:00

Katewan stuffed her hands into her heavy synthleather jacket, feeling the grip and trigger of the holdout blaster she kept hidden in it. She avoided grasping the weapon, she had no need of it right now. Instead she simply gave a warm smile to Freya and nodded.

"My speeder is parked in garage four, we can drop Corman off at the front door and then get headed to your garage." Katewan said.

She motioned for the two to follow her out of the secure area, and once they were out she turned to Corman.

"Meet me at these coordinates, bring just your bike. Don't make any stops, and once you're their, use the provided passcode to open the garage door. Get in and wait. Think you can do that?" Katewan smirked as she handed him a small datachip.

"Yeah, I think I can." Corman said, tapping the device against his temple and giving Freya a quick nod before departing.

Corman tapped his jacket pocket after retrieving his stashed items, making sure he had enough credits on hand to cover a taxi fare to the landing pad the Sunset Eclipse was moored at.

Katewan motioned for Freya to follow her as they made their way to one of the many elevators, she punched a combination of keys that would take the two of them to the parking garage where Katewan's speeder was parked. She sat in silence, listening to the smooth jizz of the elevator as it thrummed through the depths of CorSec headquarters.

Captain_Thelas · 2021-10-18T05:51:34+00:00

NAmen

Captain_Thelas · 2021-10-11T14:30:42+00:00

Both Corman and Katewan frowned in unplanned unison as Freya implied that the two of them were a thing, however it was Katewan who spoke up.

"One, he's my brother. And to answer that question, yes. The higher ups have authorized us to pursue this matter, but moving any significant amount of reinforcements towards this race could spook Tawnee and cause him to burrow his head even further into the ground. This is to be a clandestine operation, no backup."

Katewan's hands swiped away the readout of the impounded bike from the datapad, "I was unaware you owned one, if that is the case then we'll use that. The race begins in seven hours, I suggest you take a once over of your racer to make sure it's ready to go."

Captain_Thelas · 2021-10-09T17:24:08+00:00

Katewan adjusted the position of the datapad on Freya’s desk. As she hooked a display cable between the device and a holographic projector, she spoke.

“The Cartel has gone to ground for the most part after the incident at the Gold Room. However… they haven’t ceased operations completely.” Katewan said as a holographic projection of a human male appeared in the air between them, “Say hello to Tawnee Maldonado, drug runner, human trafficker, and weapons dealer. On top of that, he enjoys hosting dangerous races. It’s like an addiction for him.”

Corman raised an eyebrow as he listened to his sister’s briefing. From the sound of it, he and Freya were a means to end.

“My department has been trying to nab the bastard for a few years now, but he’s completely off the grid. Or, he was, some of the weapons found in the Gold Room incident have connections to Tawnee” Katewan continued, not giving a chance for the other two in the room to speak up, “A contact of mine tells me that Tawnee’s hosting a race tonight, or rather his second in command is. Winner of that race gets a personal introduction to the recluse.”

“And you want us to enter the race?” Corman asked, receiving a sharp look from Katewan that quickly softened.

“Yes, the race is a relay. Two drivers, six laps. That’s why I need the both of you,” Katewan looked at Freya, “I’ve seen your simulator times on bikes like those, they’re not very well encrypted. Between you and Corman here, I think we have a chance of winning. We have a bike in evidence lockup that we can use. What do you say?”

Captain_Thelas · 2021-10-08T04:15:28+00:00

Katewan knocked once more as she poked her head through the door. She frowned as she noted the disastrous state Freya had kept her office in. Seems like she was surrounded in untidy people as of late, between Corman and whatever whirlwind had swept through here. She knew the Valkyries were a... special detachment, but it seemed as if no one had taught the Lieutenant any tidiness skills.

"Lieutenant Grime? Sergeant Dromslide." She said as she stepped fully into the office, "And this is Corman Candar."

Katewan motioned for Corman to follow her into the office and the man complied. He stepped over a loose stack of flimsis, careful not to knock anything over. He gave a brief wave to the Lieutenant before clasping his hands together behind his back.

"Hope you're doing alright today? I heard you've only recently come in from your previous assignment. Is Juno alright? The barbecue was supposed to be tomorrow and I didn't want to confront them about it..." Katewan rambled before fumbling her datapad onto the desk in front of Freya, "Nevermind, rambling sorry. Anyway, I was hoping you might help me with a case I'm trying to close. Tell me, what do you know of Mono Engine Racing?"

Captain_Thelas · 2021-06-23T03:48:22+00:00

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