(FYI Memnon, Rawk hasnÃ¢Â€Â™t been born yet as KOTOR takes place almost 4000 years BBY. Therefore itÃ¢Â€Â™s impossible for you to have a Rawk Chopped Special. What you have is merely a sawed-off double-barreled shotgun resembling the accelerated charged particle array gun circa the Clone Wars)
The outskirts of Iria were mellow and quiet during the evening. A sound couldn't be heard and the sun had just begun to set.
Griindaker "Grinder" Revlakai was no doubt an individual with quite a reputation on Cathaway. Typically the humanoids on this world all joined the swoop gangs sooner or later, but for the first time Grinder was thinking that there might be more to life than racing at death-defying speeds and wreaking havoc.
GrinderÃ¢Â€Â™s parents had immigrated to Cathaway when he was an infant to escape the oppression of the Tof. The young Nagai had still never seen his homeworld. All he had in the world was his swoop, his fatherÃ¢Â€Â™s TehkÃ¢Â€Â™la blade, and a wrist lasers heÃ¢Â€Â™d taken off the corpse of his parentÃ¢Â€Â™s killers. There was a setting wired to his gloves where he could fire them by simply clenching his fists down. They were perfect for firing on enemies while gripping the swoopÃ¢Â€Â™s handlebars.
Vengeance was sparked in Grinder by the murder of both of his parents when he was barely 13. HeÃ¢Â€Â™d then spent the next three years racing across the desolate landscape of north Cathaway tracking down the gang responsible.
Grinder unconsciously gripped the handle of his fatherÃ¢Â€Â™s TehkÃ¢Â€Â™la blade sheathed at his side.
Now that the long hunt was finally over, Grinder had decided to find himself a gang. After heÃ¢Â€Â™d killed the leader of the Red Streaks, a rival gang had sent him an invitation. With the Streaks out of the way, that meant that the town of Iria was Hawk-bat territory.
Hogshead, the somewhat hefty leader of the Hawk-bats sped over to where Grinder was parked slumped on the seat of his swoop looking into CathawayÃ¢Â€Â™s magnificent sunset. Ã¢Â€ÂœAlright kid,Ã¢Â€Â said Hogshead in a gravelly voice. Ã¢Â€ÂœYour race starts here and ends at the temples. You come around the plaza and then itÃ¢Â€Â™s a straight trip back to Iria. Got it?Ã¢Â€Â
Grinder stared at Hogshead through his tinted goggles. They created a strange effect on his pale face and black hair. With his lack of facial expression, he almost looked like a corpse.
Ã¢Â€ÂœSo IÃ¢Â€Â™m not racing you then?Ã¢Â€Â asked Grinder with only the slightest twitch of an eyebrow. HeÃ¢Â€Â™d heard old Hogshead was good, but it looked as if his swoop was barely supporting his weight.
Ã¢Â€ÂœFat chance,Ã¢Â€Â said the leader. The corner of GrinderÃ¢Â€Â™s mouth barely turned at the irony of the statement. Ã¢Â€ÂœYouÃ¢Â€Â™ll be going against Scar.Ã¢Â€Â
As he said this he nodded his head over to his assembled posse. Scar wore Tusken wrappings and rode a pretty mean-looking swoop.
Grinder shot off towards the starting line and his competition followed. He wasnÃ¢Â€Â™t too concerned because heÃ¢Â€Â™d run the temple course more than once. To be honest heÃ¢Â€Â™d expected something a bit more treacherous. And while his bike may have looked like an antique, heÃ¢Â€Â™d made several modifications that the Hawk-bats couldnÃ¢Â€Â™t possibly know about.
The temples were what the inhabitants of Iria called a few crumbling old ruins about four miles from town. In the center of them was a plaza with a dried-up fountain in the middle.
If Grinder ever got a date, heÃ¢Â€Â™d take her to the temples. Atop the tallest one was a spectacular view of the north Cathaway shore and the lush, green island in the distance.
The Cathawayans never visited the island. There were all sorts of legends of horror and mystery surrounding it. The whole Ã¢Â€Âœno oneÃ¢Â€Â™s ever returnedÃ¢Â€Â bit. Grinder hoped to visit it someday though. It was the only bit of green heÃ¢Â€Â™d ever seen on the planet.
Ã¢Â€Âœ3Ã¢Â€Â¦ 2Ã¢Â€Â¦Ã¢Â€Â counted Hogshead. One never came. The little transceiver that the leader always wore on his belt had started emitting static.
GrinderÃ¢Â€Â™s foot slowly crept away from the foot pedal disappointedly. Hogshead put the radio to his ear.
Ã¢Â€ÂœWhat have you got for me Jax?Ã¢Â€Â he spoke into the transceiver. Ã¢Â€ÂœJax? JAX!Ã¢Â€Â
Then the transceiver began to produce some audio that Grinder was too far away to hear. Hogshead bent his head towards the device to listen.
Ã¢Â€ÂœAnybody know a barve named Asterfelt?Ã¢Â€Â
Last edited by Dravage (Wednesday, December 6, 2006 2:00 pm)