Tiamat kept her attention on the upload bar displayed on her holopad, the numbers slowly ticking until it would reach one-hundred percept. She glanced at Vizim when he agreed to the cafe, a small smirk appeared before she continued to withdraw the data she needed. The codes were matching and Tiamat's presumption about the race's origins were looking even more promising as she begun to upload the data to alter the destination coordinates for the gate. She slid the device back in her pack, droid still at tow behind her and Vizim as he got his cake-pop, which contrasted greatly with his personality and she in favor of his decision, ordered some macarons of matching color before they found a place to settle, wait, and watch.
The race was setting to start, the pilots at the start line as holoscreens displayed different angles for everyone to see the diversity of ships that entered the race. Some pilots were veterans, others novices who decided to play their chances, however, all would not be prepared for what was in store. The redheaded sith checked her pack, peaking at the holopad for where it was on the uploads when Vizim asked how much longer it would take.
She didn't answer right away as she watched until satisfied, "Ready. Now...we watch." she grinned her blue eyes left Vizim and to the holoscreen as the pilots gave the opening hails as to being ready for flight. There was a countdown on the screen and the people in the area were beginning to grow quiet as they watched eagerly. Tiamat took a bite of her cookie, her own eagerness shared with those around her, but for different reasons.
3...2...1....GO!
The screen blinked and the pilots took off, rushing to the gate's entrance and blinking out of existence on the screen. The announces shouted into their mics as they awaited for them to show up on the first round of the course, but no one did. Tiamat glanced at Vizim, eyebrows raised and then back at the screen, sliding the rest of the cookie in her mouth as speculation followed the awkward silence from the announcers.
"Hold on folks, I think we have something coming in....yes, a comm relay from one of the pilots, it appears there seemed to be a glitch. Our pilots are all alive and well, and arrived inside the FWA at Onderon...?" The announcer was just as confused as the others in the room, "Yes, Onderon, they are plotting course back to the Nest and the race will resume!"
"Time for us to go." Tiamat had her answer and wide grin to express her success. A gate large enough to allow ships through would certainly change how the Sith fight their wars.
@Phoenix
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