| Janar_Cerra | Date: Sunday, 12 Jun 2011, 7:46 PM | Message # 1 |
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| The Races
The speedway was abuzz with prerace jitters. Ja’nar was down in the garage that was assigned to the team from Garos “Cerra Racing.” Yes, the Cerra family sponsored a racing team, actually it was Ja’nar who sponsored the team and paid for everything. She could no longer race in these events, or at least this afternoon she would not be racing she would need to allow one of her alternates to take over since she was far too important to risk in such a dangerous sport. Ja’nar was currently bent over the speeder, her head under the hood of it as she attempted to fix something quickly before the race, she wore a team jumpsuit. They were all black, with hot pink pin stripe going down the pant legs and “Cerra Racing” written on the sleeves, her name on the front of it on a small patch. The team was the only one that was completely female and was successful. Mackey would stand slightly behind Ja’nar, he had taught the girl all she knew about speeders and was proud that she was not scared of getting her hands a bit dirty. The garage was chaotic and loud; perfect for a secret meeting to talk business, there was no way any recording devices could pick up the conversation between the speeder engines starting up and all the yelling of the teams. “Hey! Make sure you go easy around those curves until we can get the stabilizers corrected back home go it Astra?” The young woman wearing tight black leather pants and jacket would nod her head “I got it, don’t worry so much!” Ja’nar would sigh, and would just shake her head “I have everything to worry about, we need to show these men that we are not useless, that we should not be confined to a kitchen…” She was taking a lot of things to heart that was said in the senate since her return, she would do whatever she could to prove them wrong.
Ja'nar Cerra
Queen of Garos IV
Acting Senator to the Republic, Garos IV
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| Qual_Onokha | Date: Sunday, 12 Jun 2011, 8:15 PM | Message # 2 |
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| Qual wasnt one for races, not much anyways, always having found them to be a bit more of a bother than his other funded enterprises. He had once funded a racing team, yet soon enough he found it rather boring more than anything lucrative, even with the many sponsors it had. Though he did get a good chunk of credits when he sold off the team to someone else, whom he later found out crashed the speeder on the first race, totaled it, and lost the sponsors. The news had made Qual laugh when he heard of it, considering how much he was paid for the team. Now though was now, and that was back when he was young, a time that even he seemed to forget, or purposely pushed to the back of his mind. For the moment he was dealing with something else, a meeting with the Queen of Garos, and a loud garage was the best place to talk. No recording would do any good with these conditions. Qual was there to hammer out an agreement, special shipping lanes, that may or may not be carrying illegal items for the people hidden among the normal shipments.
Qual was there representing a Mr. Friend, of course though that was only a cover. A way to keep himself unseen and hidden while he worked under the guise as Mr. Friend's second in command. When Qual was in fact the Mr. Friend whom many talked to, yet had never seen. It was helpful to say the least. The garage as well as be noisy also had his favorite thing, shadows, a place to keep his face hidden with it all.
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