(Nu-TL Test Run) The Fast and the Curious

[Trinidhak]

Time: 23:00 Standard Hours
Location: City Outskirts​

The night was a cold out on the edge of the city's limits, though that hadn't seemed to deter any of the gangs and their representative bikers. Trinidia had her trench coat pulled tight around herself with the collar popped up to keep the wind off of her neck and cheeks. She took one last long drag of her cigarra, filling her lungs with the warmth of the smoke. With not much more left of her cigarra she dropped it to the ground before stomping it out under her metal foot.

She walked across the crowded street, the light metal clang of her prosthetic legs heavily masked under the sounds of people work on their prized speeders. It was truly surprising that this large of a crowd, with possibly very high level targets, could get away with doing something like this without local law enforcement showing up. Then again, said high level targets had probably paid off the cops to make sure no one unwanted showed up until after the race was finished. Typical… It amazed the former cop at just how much corruption you could easily find when you were on the outside.

There were definitely eyes on Trinidia. She knew she looked out of place here, and maybe even one or two of these scoundrels recognized her. But they could go kriff themselves for all she cared. The one pair of eyes she cared about was her targets and thankfully they hadn't seen her, or at least recognize who she was.

Finally she found the biker she was looking for, not her target but an apparent rebel who had a knack speeder racing. The perfect person for the job she needed help with.

"Hey. Heard you're a pretty decent racer," she said pulling the packed of cigarras out of her pocket. "I've got a easy job for you if you're interested."

@Herrith

 

[Herrith]

Alika wasn't exactly expecting a cop to show up at her stall today.

Or any cops to exist, especially around here. They were all paid off by some circuit leaders to turn a blind eye, and honestly didn't care much what was raced and what wasn't as long as nobody got hurt. But that was a bit of a long shot. This was illegal racing, not some kind of standard track. Traffic spewed from random spots, and you needed to think on your feet to survive. Alika had managed to get a break from the rebel group she was in long enough to take part in a race. Easy credits and easy fun. She was tightening up the engine compartment of her speeder bike when a cigarra smoking woman stepped in, immediately offering up a job. She finished wrenching tight the frame and slid out from underneath her bike, sitting up with a sigh.

"Hell of a way to say hello. I wouldn't say I'm racing. As for the job, depends on what it's about. I'm not a full time racer, y'know."

That was a few years ago. Alika eyed the woman and turned the wrench in her hand, contemplating if she could get away with chucking a wrench at a cop for no reason if she was a rebel. Maybe they were friends. Unless this newcomer was an Imp, in which case not so much. The race was supposed to start in a half hour or so; if this woman was looking to convince Kaz on a job involving her hobby, she didn't have a whole lot of time.

 

[Trinidhak]

The look of contempt she was getting from the biker was definitely something Trinidia was use to. When she first started out as a cop it really got to her but now she could barely care either way. She eyed the woman up and down, getting a better look now that she was out from under the speeder.

"I'm not one for small talk kid, so greeting with me tend to be on the short side."

Nimbly she placed the butt of a cigarra between her lips before pulling out a small lighter. She flick the switch a couple of times, but each time the pitiful flame was easily blown out by the breeze. Frustrated she mumbled to herself something along the lines of needing a new lighter.

"As for the job, I've got an imperial spy who's known for being a bit heavy handed at times. Well recently his wife decided to take a 'vacation' without telling anyone where she went, and a concerned family member asked me to investigate. Sound interesting yet?"

With a nonchalant demeanor she began to look around for something hot enough that she could lite her cigarra on.

 

[Herrith]

Alika shrugged in a neutral acknowledgement to the cop. Not a lot of people were conversationalists such as herself, nor with the same abilities to converse. And who was this lady to call her 'kid'? She had to be, what, early thirties or something, maybe even less? That was hardly a decade if true. She pulled her jacket off one of the steering bars and pulled it over her shoulders, glad her rebel jacket wasn't the one she was planning on riding with. That might have complicated things a bit sometime down the road. The woman tried to light a cigarra with a dysfunctional lighter, and Kaz smiled to herself, sitting on her bike once the cop explained the basics of this so-called job.

"So what does racing have to do with any of this? I'm not running down an airspeeder, if that's what you're asking for."

Alika thought a moment before she pulled a small fire striker from a toolkit tucked into the seat of the bike, usually for starting up a welding tool...or igniting something in a pinch. This seemed appropriate. She held it up between pointer and thumb with a questioning look.

"This might help with you killing yourself slowly. I'm interested."