Post by Starkindler (The Naked Jedi) on Jun 25, 2007 16:56:09 GMT -5
A new story in the continuing annals of Tenric's life during the Purge.
Here Tenric is a bit older (this story takes place nearly a year after 'A Shadow in the Force' ), a bit wiser, has more control and finesse, but is just as reckless.....
...Comments and feedback are welcome in this thread!
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Tales from SomaIII: Tenric's Gambit
"Hutt-Slime!", exclaimed the pilot as sparks erupted from the control panel accompanied by a wisp of smoke. Even before the alarm sounded, a drop in the ship's vibration rate told him one of his engines had just given out. He wrestled with the suddenly sluggish control stick and was forced to concentrate more on completing the race alive than trying to win it.
Several hoots and cheers came over the comm as the nearest ships shot past him to vie for the lead. He watched dejectedly as his hopes for winning literally flew away from him. He needed the prize money badly enough to have risked his life in this speed demon of a ship. Now it seemed as though it had been for nothing....
..."Then we're both going to die out here." came the emotionless response.
..."There's no way you can win now!" he sent back "they're too far ahead!"
"Corellian Ale, cold, at the usual place." was Tenric's reply as his ship screamed off after the other racers.....
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Full story can be read on my blog:
www.tales-from-soma3.blogspot.com
Here Tenric is a bit older (this story takes place nearly a year after 'A Shadow in the Force' ), a bit wiser, has more control and finesse, but is just as reckless.....
...Comments and feedback are welcome in this thread!
=========================================
Tales from SomaIII: Tenric's Gambit
"Hutt-Slime!", exclaimed the pilot as sparks erupted from the control panel accompanied by a wisp of smoke. Even before the alarm sounded, a drop in the ship's vibration rate told him one of his engines had just given out. He wrestled with the suddenly sluggish control stick and was forced to concentrate more on completing the race alive than trying to win it.
Several hoots and cheers came over the comm as the nearest ships shot past him to vie for the lead. He watched dejectedly as his hopes for winning literally flew away from him. He needed the prize money badly enough to have risked his life in this speed demon of a ship. Now it seemed as though it had been for nothing....
..."Then we're both going to die out here." came the emotionless response.
..."There's no way you can win now!" he sent back "they're too far ahead!"
"Corellian Ale, cold, at the usual place." was Tenric's reply as his ship screamed off after the other racers.....
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Full story can be read on my blog:
www.tales-from-soma3.blogspot.com
