12-23-2014, 08:00 PM
The race was a short race a straight shot to the gate leading towards the west. The three of them went back and forth over taking one another. Why is it that these strange 'speeder bikes' are almost as slow as Kegowasee? Strange freaking world. About ten yards from the giant metallic gates Gherron, the leader at the time ripped on his breaks in what Fawklin took as surprise at the sight of these two snow white armor wearing guards. Almost simultaneously Fawklin and Quill stopped right next to Gherron. "Hey what's going on Gherron? Why the sudden stop my friend?" Fawklin said looking towards the Jedi with a hint of surprise and anxiety in his eyes. Fawklin jumps from his horse and pulls the dagger from his belt just preparing for what may be instore.