Manaan, Saturday Morning Fandom Time
Oct. 14th, 2018 02:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
midichlorianfailAbout this time last week, Theron had, with all the excellent decision making skills of a teenager pretending he wasn't in the middle of an angstfest, taken more of his savings than was perhaps wise and grabbed a semi-random portal back to his own galaxy. Which, because apparently the Force loved irony, dumped him out on Manaan. Since there wasn't a whole lot for non-Selkath to do here , especially unaccompanied adolescent ones, (especially now,) those same excellent decision making skills had led to following in his ancestor's footsteps and trying his hand at the swoop-races here (under a false name, he wasn't that stupid).
Turned out this was one area where he did live up to the family legacy. Sure, these were strictly the minor leagues, and it wasn't like he was winning every race he entered, but he was winning enough, and placing high enough to more than earn back his entry fee when he didn't. And while he didn't really care about the money, beyond not losing too much of it, he had to admit the attention didn't completely suck.
Careful not to disturb his company, he rolled over in the bed and poked, not for the first time, at a spot on his hip. It was completely useless, the implant was designed to be unobtrusive and the quality of the kolto here (forget getting dunked in a tank, you could probably just walk through the stuff have it work just as well) meant there wasn't even mark to show for it, but he still wanted to reassure himself that what mistakes he was making this week, that hadn't been one of them.
Turned out this was one area where he did live up to the family legacy. Sure, these were strictly the minor leagues, and it wasn't like he was winning every race he entered, but he was winning enough, and placing high enough to more than earn back his entry fee when he didn't. And while he didn't really care about the money, beyond not losing too much of it, he had to admit the attention didn't completely suck.
Careful not to disturb his company, he rolled over in the bed and poked, not for the first time, at a spot on his hip. It was completely useless, the implant was designed to be unobtrusive and the quality of the kolto here (forget getting dunked in a tank, you could probably just walk through the stuff have it work just as well) meant there wasn't even mark to show for it, but he still wanted to reassure himself that what mistakes he was making this week, that hadn't been one of them.
