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Truth be told, Myrna Vel was bored. An' she were tired of people tryin' ta touch her, of being just hangin' around, an' though yeah, she was feelin' better now after a coupla months, that didn't change anything. An' they had a business to run... bu' running that business was dull, slow going...

Truth be told, she had no idea in hell what she were doin' with her life. The las' coupla weeks blurred into racin', chasin' odd jobs an' findin' the next thrill fer herself and Star; one day into the next, wild an' happy, almost deliriously so. But even she knew there hadta be a stoppin'...

Myrna felt mighty bad fer the kid that came in last of their merry lil' group. When she heard, of course she weren't certain what ta do right off the bat; he was a new face on the circuit, o' course, and to get a nasty spinny on top o' losin' his speeder bike an' all... she'd be fair to...

Myr had no karking idea what the hell just happened. She had come because there was a job offering of a small, sweet setup with a twist; she had to participate on one of the most dangerous unheard of swoop-bike races, called the Trencher. Spanning across multiple junkyards and abandoned...

-Theme- Coruscant, Lower Level Slums 19:42 Low-level bass thumped down the narrow alley; down in these hard-times low levels, hardly any Rangers were gonna bother, and hardly any local police wanted to come around. Too many lowlifes in one square area, and for that, one particular drifter was...