Questions of Podracing

[Zur Koon]

Zur Koon landed his small flag ship inside one of the ports in Mos Eisley. He pulled his brown cloak over his face to hide from anyone who may recognize him for good or bad reasons. He crossed over streets, instinctively knowing where to go until he found himself outside of the Pod Racing arena. The game had been banned by the Emperor long ago without much reason, but Zur had caught word that there may be underground pod races. If that were the case then Zur may be able to make connections in this new community.

Zur had found long ago that finding connections was a very important part of living successfully in the Galaxy. Knowing the right people keep you alive. Unfortunately, being a rebel already left him on the short side of that, but underground pod racers probably weren't going to shun his actions.

[Galactic Empire [NPC]]

An Imperial spy was walking down the streets right outside the pod racing arena, taking down information and names, if he could get them. The world was usually too far and unimportant to warrant Imperial attention, but with the recent goings-on, they were being more careful and cracking down on the tiniest things.

The dark haired human looked like a down on his luck trader, dirty clothing and a thick cloth band pushing his hair out of his face. But if one were to notice the small device up his sleeve he kept speaking into, they might get a little suspicious.

[dash]

Standing in the shadows of the streets of Tatooine was a male with a thick red beard and hair. He wore armor that was dull and rusted and his boots were dusty. He had seen much since his time of demise, much anguish, much pain. He was a smuggler, roaming the galaxy doing jobs some people didn't even give a second look to. He let his hand travel down his thigh to where a DL-44 blaster was, and as he came out of the shadows he swaggered a bit nodding his head to vendors and street merchants. He saw the old remains of the pod racing arena and remembered a time when the fast race caught the eyes of thousands.

Of course, since the sport was cancled due to its dangerousness, it was no wonder the excitement in the galaxy was limited. Out of the corner of his eye he saw what appered to a normal person minding his own business, but for some odd reason he didn't seem to match the planet's local inhabitants. Not to mention there was a hooded figure trying to keep their identity a secret. He decided to follow, though under his breath he said: "I have a bad feeling about this."