When swoop-bike gangs started racing starfighters, you knew that you were in a hell of a neighbourhood.
But the swoop bike gangs of the docks were actually really into racing the VCX series of fighters - tiny little things that were supposed to fit into the back of the VCX freighters. Thing was that they were fast and not very hard to find. Both ships were made on Corellia and sometimes it was easy to find a set where the freighter had either been destroyed or sold separately so the little starfighter was all that was left. Which meant they were easy pickings for the gangs to scoop up, supe up and send out swooping.
It was the dead of night so the yards weren't in use for any legal reasons, leaving the almost rave-like party to go on without issue as several small-time gangs showed off the VCX fighters they had gotten ready to race around the quickly made track around the yard.
"Yo Enby these your kind of people or what?"
Who better to come with him to such an event?
All of the starfighters had been repainted and some of them even looked pretty good actually. More than a few of the people were dressed with neon lights strapped to themselves as well. He stared for a moment, seeing someone getting tattooed with tattoos that only showed up under different kinds of light, the artist needing to raise a light to view it as they were going. Crix tilted his head to the side slightly.
"... I know we're here to grab a fighter but for real though that looks awesome."
He always wanted a tattoo and his mom wasn't around to say no...
@Mr. Teatime