[Again folks, this is just a rough outline of events. I’ll post this so we can have some kind of written record. A more narrative log should be posted when someone has time to invest. I wouldn’t mind taking this one on as well if no one minds it waiting until May to be completed.]
Captain’s Log: Sol Rook’s account of shenanigans
Continuing where we left off…
The next day we went to the Podracer and told him the good news. Turns out he was drugged out of his mind. Turns out he’s always drugged out of his mind. He relies on drugs to enhance his performance. We agreed to help him get drugs, while he psyched himself out for the race.
“Don’t worry, we won’t piss in your gas tank. You’ll do fine.”
“…. Uh… I’m so dead.”
The next day we went to Burning Race. … Racing Man. Yeah, we went to Racing Man and tried to score some drugs. We already had good hopes after Bralys found a stash of Booster Blue on the ship. The force is totally on our side. That’s how the force works.
At Racing Man I tried to sell drugs to the hired hands. They told me to sell it to a vendor. They can mark up Boosty-B quite a bit. I grabbed Halz McTalkerson and suited him up in my spacesuit. I did this because Barabby told us that the guy who wants to kill Halz is going to be at Racing Man. Having crafted an expert disguise, we traded some booster blue to a Chadra Fan dealer and got the other drugzes our druggy racer wanted.
Meanwhile, at the same place…
Dhyrn and Al-Fascister went to some pod’s and peed in some gas-tanks. Dhyrn had been saving up. He loaded twelve jars of urine. Rediculous. I think he’d been saving for a while and finally found a use for his piss jars.
Then we met up and sabotaged the other hotshot-racers. Jabba and the Halz-hunting BBEG named Llamas each had a dog in the race. Or droid in the case of Jabba. We posed as race officials and “looked for hidden weapons.” While we had the panels open we put sand and piss in places they just shouldn’t go.
We did the same for the Llama’s racer, and it went almost as smoothly. But it worked.
When it came to race time, those of us with money put bets on our druggy racer. It was a close race, but our druggy pulled ahead at the end. Jabba’s racer just blew up when they tried to accelerate. We may have overdone it with the piss.
After the race, Teemo came in and gave us all an adorable hug. [flips destiny point] J0-9 was able to snap a picture of it. It’s my desktop background.
Oh, then the Llama’s henchmen came in and tried to rob us, or something. IDK.