Lyyra

Lyyra shifted in her seat, ready to push this ship to its limits, she's been working on it for the past three years now, the owner probably got a new one. She was pulled out of her thoughts when a woman's voice sounded, commanding them to get ready to race. Excitement buzzed in her chest once more, the Kage leaned forward, her gaze fixed on the track ahead of her.

Zeno
Zeno had no luck finding one of the men, but he didn't come out here for nothing- so he decided to take a seat, ending up next to a blue Togruta. He didn't pay any mind to it, he was more focused on the pilot who had the 511-Blaize. It was a little over-qualified for racing in the middle of no-where, but looking at its conditions they probably found it in a scrap heap. A loud horn sounded, signaling for the five racers to move- they were all fast, and it looks like the little Blaize pilot was left in the dust until they began to pick up speed.

Adona watched the race. Her eyes felt drawn to the Blaize. Caught up in the excitement, she cheered as the plane began to catch up with the others. It was only then that she realized someone was sitting next to her. He seemed just as interested in that same racer. Do You got money on the Blaize? She suddenly asked.

Zeno
The Mandalorian looked up from the race, glancing at the younger woman through his mask. "No, I don't bet often, but if they win I'll buy you a beer.", He offered, eyes locking back onto the Blaize. They were starting to lead the group, but they had to get around the flashy ship in the front. A man walked past, his droid following, the droid happened to get a little too close for gis liking so he let out a low grumble in complaint.

Lyyra

Lyyra had to get around the ship, and her baby wasn't in a perfect position to get around the pod. But when she could she seized the opportunity to swerve under the ship. The Blaize's belly scrapped the sand a little, but she got around the racer and sped forward.

Adona smiled. He seemed friendly. She continued to watch. Her foot tapped on the ground excitedly. She wanted to meet the pilot of this ship. Perhaps they were someone who was a good mechanic. Maybe they'd be willing to help her with her ship, for pay of course.

Zeno
Zeno turned back to the race, now that the group was now out of sight, he focused on the screen in front of them. When he saw the pilot's maneuver he held his breath for a second- they pulled a risky and potentially destructive move. But he wasn't to judge, they probably knew what they were doing.

Lyyra
Lyyra almost slid off the track twice now, she forgot how sticky the steering was. The person she just surpassed was hot on her tail, and she can feel their anger from here. If she wanted to win and get off this rock alive she'd have to punch it. After tossing it around for a bit Lyyra decided to see how fast her baby could go. She pulled a lever back and gradually the modded racer began to pick up speed- allowing her to feel out the track and readied her for the next lap. When she passed the stands for the first time this race, she waved at her audience.

Mako nodded with a small smile, "Never, I'm not from anywhere around here if you couldn't tell already." He paused for a few brief seconds, watching as one of the pilots passed the stands and waved. "Wow, that one's pretty good at this huh." Mako pointed towards Lyyra as he spoke.

Adona watched her go bye in absolute awe. She laughed happily. She had never been much of a pilot, she was okay enough, so when she saw people like this, she found herself fascinated. Her eyes were trained on the screen as the pilot left sight again. For then, the current problem had left her mind completely.

Zeno
He glanced at the Togruta, curious why she was laughing. He refrained from thinking much of it and watched the pilots who followed close behind the Blaize. "Seeing how this race is going, the person she passed at the beginning might have the kid in the front jumped.", Zeno muttered. He knew how this planet worked, he lived out here for two years with his father because their clan had a poor relationship with the New Empire.

Lyyra
Lyyra was exited for passing her second lap. She was so focused on the credits for her family she might receive if she won, she was about to crash into a building. Lyyra let out a yelp and swerved away las second, grazing one of the Blaize's wings. She cursed herself as she steadied her flight pattern once more. "Papa's going to kill me.", She grunted, taking a quick turn around the next corner, kicking up dust.