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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]

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[Caution? What's that?

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.]

[Ulaz had seen none of the previous races so he was winging it. Even for not having the seen the course, he was doing well, not too far behind Keith and aiming to get around the few still in his way. They still had enough time being a bit braver than others seemed to be helping his cause to move up]

[Keith got that feeling... something was closing in on him. He couldn't help but take a look, and immediately recognized Ulaz's rig. Oh, heck no. He wasn't going to let this be easy on the other Blade. He leaned into it, pushing the engine just a little bit harder.]

[Yeah, there was something closing in on him. Another Blade of Marmora member. He should be flattered that Keith remembered his rig, but it made sense if he was trying to beat him. Well, he was going to give him as much of a challenge as possible. So Ulaz guns it as well, trying to catch up with him]

[That got a grin from Keith in response. He definitely was something of an adrenaline junkie. He liked going fast. This was definitely fast. There were a few spots, though, where Keith had to slow down just out of necessity because of the track. It didn't pay to push it too hard and wreck. He was smart and competitive enough to know that he needed to have good control to win... not just speed.]

[Going fast was good. However, like Keith, he wasn't going to do that on sections that required a slower speed like sharp turns. But at the soonest possible opportunity, he was pushing it again to try and catch up to Keith]

[Keith wasn't the best pilot of his generation at the Garrison for nothing. His instincts were strong, and he was a force to be reckoned with on the track. Still, Ulaz was catching up, and Keith knew it... especially on the straightaways. Keith starting taking some extra risks in the corners in an attempt to keep his lead.]

[Ulaz certainly wasn't the best pilot out there, but he was maybe less cautious on some of the turns, trusting the craft he was piloting maybe a little too much. And of course straightaways were his friend, getting around others and trying to catch up to Keith. Keith was still ahead of him, but that wouldn't stop him from trying]

[They came into the final straightaway of the first lap, and Keith pushed the accelerator as hard as he could across the line to start the second, breaking at the last possible second as he dove into the first turn with a hard yank on the controls.]

[Ulaz is still behind him and still going to try and close the gap. He's probably just about as daring as Keith, but he had started out further back and perhaps his car was just not fast enough for what he wanted to do. Still, he's at least going to give Keith a run for his money]

[It was easier with just the two of them out front. No other competitors to get in their way as they twisted and turned their way around the large track. The second time through was easier for both of them as they knew what to expect. Keith's lines around the turns were almost identical to the first run, but held with more confidence as he pushed through them at faster speeds this time.

It didn't take long for either of them to cross the line and finish...

Keith grinned.]

[The second lap Ulaz was taking at a faster speed as well, but since they had both run the course once already, Keith was also pushing it as well. Made it that much harder for Ulaz to get ahead of him. In fact, he was completely unable to.

So when he crossed the finish line, he was behind Keith. Still, that had been fun. When everyone had stopped and it was safe to do so, Ulaz managed to get out his car and walked over to Keith]

Good race.

[Keith pulled his helmet off as they approached each other. He grinned.]

Yeah. It was. You made it a good challenge.

[He held out his hand.]

Definitely a good race.

[Ulaz extended his hand as well to shake it]

Glad I could at least do that.

Perhaps another race sometime.

[Not now. That racer was not built for him]

[That got a smirk from Keith in response.]

Definitely.

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