Ulaz (
scalpelofmarmora) wrote in
driftfleet2018-10-11 04:20 pm
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Where Trash World Rules Are Concerned
Who: Ulaz and YOU!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: various
When: Anytime while in system
Option 1: Scrapheap
[Ulaz could be found a lot of the time at the piles of junk on this planet. With so many projects to work on and a big one being Shiro's arm so that he didn't have that problem anymore, he needed a lot of supplies. Luckily he was a big guy and not likely prone to people trying to take things from him.
It seemed to be a worth while endeavor at least. He was finding a lot of things that he could use]
Option 2: Blameless
[Some of Ulaz's supplies from scavenging were squirreled away in his room because he didn't want to leave them out. Some, however, had been temporarily moved to the lounge space on the Blameless whenever he found himself with a moment.
From previous discussions with Death over on the Caprine, he had decided to try his hand at building something for Loyalty, Justice's cat. He had taken some time during the drift to read up on the tiny felines - especially since one kept coming in trying to chew on things in his lab - and he was prepared to try a solution that might keep her mildly distracted.
So he was currently seated on the floor of the lounge trying to put together pieces to make something of a "cat tree". There were also length of rope next to him and what must have been once some carpeting, but he wasn't ready for those yet.
Help him? Hinder him? Keep him company while he works? Your call!]
Option 3: Junker Racing
[He had mentioned it to only a few people since he had been here, but Ulaz had, in his youth, been quite a daredevil. Most however, didn't really know that.
But in the course of his investigations of the planet, he found the junker racing. Ah... youth. But he couldn't seem to tear himself away from watching it...]
Closed to Lyall: Arena
[He couldn't quite be sure how of their frequent conversations circled around to it, but it had. Probably the arena had come up somewhere along the line and it had sparked the conversation. Seemed the most likely.
Ulaz had been curious for sometime about the actual physical capabilities of a werewolf, but wasn't sure if it was polite to ask a gentleman when they tried to maintain a certain air eighty-night percent of the time.
Lyall was apparently frustrated after his glitch, as beat up as he had been. Understandable.
So it had been decided they were going to face off in the arena. It was not the venue Ulaz would have thought Lyall would pick, but who was he to complain. It had intrigued him too much to worry about it for too long.
Here they were, in the arena. Ulaz could have worn his full armor, but he had decided to keep it more fair, only the suit he worry under it. It was the most superficial of protection. But it wasn't a slight against what he thought Lyall could do; the tradition of palen bol meant Galra were notorious gluttons for pain, seeing it as an opportunity for growth. He did however have one of his swords. He didn't intend to use it, but if found he did, he'd have it]
Whenever you are ready.
[Lyall would have the first move]
Broadcast: N/A
Action: various
When: Anytime while in system
Option 1: Scrapheap
[Ulaz could be found a lot of the time at the piles of junk on this planet. With so many projects to work on and a big one being Shiro's arm so that he didn't have that problem anymore, he needed a lot of supplies. Luckily he was a big guy and not likely prone to people trying to take things from him.
It seemed to be a worth while endeavor at least. He was finding a lot of things that he could use]
Option 2: Blameless
[Some of Ulaz's supplies from scavenging were squirreled away in his room because he didn't want to leave them out. Some, however, had been temporarily moved to the lounge space on the Blameless whenever he found himself with a moment.
From previous discussions with Death over on the Caprine, he had decided to try his hand at building something for Loyalty, Justice's cat. He had taken some time during the drift to read up on the tiny felines - especially since one kept coming in trying to chew on things in his lab - and he was prepared to try a solution that might keep her mildly distracted.
So he was currently seated on the floor of the lounge trying to put together pieces to make something of a "cat tree". There were also length of rope next to him and what must have been once some carpeting, but he wasn't ready for those yet.
Help him? Hinder him? Keep him company while he works? Your call!]
Option 3: Junker Racing
[He had mentioned it to only a few people since he had been here, but Ulaz had, in his youth, been quite a daredevil. Most however, didn't really know that.
But in the course of his investigations of the planet, he found the junker racing. Ah... youth. But he couldn't seem to tear himself away from watching it...]
Closed to Lyall: Arena
[He couldn't quite be sure how of their frequent conversations circled around to it, but it had. Probably the arena had come up somewhere along the line and it had sparked the conversation. Seemed the most likely.
Ulaz had been curious for sometime about the actual physical capabilities of a werewolf, but wasn't sure if it was polite to ask a gentleman when they tried to maintain a certain air eighty-night percent of the time.
Lyall was apparently frustrated after his glitch, as beat up as he had been. Understandable.
So it had been decided they were going to face off in the arena. It was not the venue Ulaz would have thought Lyall would pick, but who was he to complain. It had intrigued him too much to worry about it for too long.
Here they were, in the arena. Ulaz could have worn his full armor, but he had decided to keep it more fair, only the suit he worry under it. It was the most superficial of protection. But it wasn't a slight against what he thought Lyall could do; the tradition of palen bol meant Galra were notorious gluttons for pain, seeing it as an opportunity for growth. He did however have one of his swords. He didn't intend to use it, but if found he did, he'd have it]
Whenever you are ready.
[Lyall would have the first move]

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I'm up for it if you are.
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Really?
[And then... smirk.]
Alright. You're on.
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Good. Now or later?
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Well... the race I'm in is schedule for about half an hour from now. We could find you a crew and a racer to get you signed up with by then, I'm sure, if you want to do that one. Or I can sign up for another one that's later in the day.
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[Nope, not going to waste anytime in it]
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Awesome.
[He nodded for Ulaz to follow him, and then headed over to where they could get him signed up and paired with a crew.]
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Have you done any of these races yet or is this the first?
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Did you watch any previous races? How does the course look?
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Then it will be a good test of skills. We'll have to see how I do after so long.
I suppose I should go find my crew so I can start looking over the vehicle I'll be driving.
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[Keith actually seemed excited, which was rare for him. He headed off to meet up with his own crew to start preparations.
They had a bit of time, but they were soon setting up at the starting line to get ready. Keith still had a racing suit from shortly after he arrived in the Fleet. He'd gotten one while doing some ATV racing in one of the first systems he'd been at. It was a bit tight in the upper arms and shoulders now, as well as across his chest, making him put some effort into getting his full range of motion in his arms, but it would do in a pinch. He could move enough to steer.]
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[Ulaz didn't have a racing suit, but his Blade suit would work in a pinch for it. Not like he had too many options. The hardest part for him was the size of the craft. Luckily it was a bit on the larger side so even though it was tight, it wasn't impossible.
He was definitely interested in seeing how much he remembered from this. And of course he was going to try and beat Keith]
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Then... beep... beep... beep... boooooop! They were off!
Keith shot off the starting line at full throttle, trying to get an early lead.]
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As soon as the race started, Ulaz put his foot down on the gas, getting the racer going as quickly as possibly. He's determined to not be last and to give Keith a run for his money]
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He dodged and swerved through the field, keeping an eye out for Ulaz specifically as he did.]
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If Keith is keeping any eye on Ulaz, he will definitely notice Ulaz is doing the same thing, weaving in between people to get around as much as possible. For someone who hasn't raced for a while, he doesn't seem to have forgotten]
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No, seriously. Keith was also being just cautious enough. Seeing the track from above and driving it were two different things entirely. But he remembered what he'd seen other racers doing, too, and was surprisingly good at managing to imitate it, even in heavy starting line traffic. They had a second lap, at least, so it was still anyone's race at this point.
At about a quarter of the way around the first lap, Keith broke free of the pack, zipping out in front of them.]
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