[color=#63C732][b]Gin Silti[/b][/color]

Much like the cabbie had said, progression through the part of the city near the track was horrible. A record number of people had shown up to see the first race, clogging the streets and airways. Eventually, Gin and Jim reached landing pad four. Gin thanked the driver, before tipping him some extra credits for driving through that chaos.

[color=#63C732]“Alright Jim, where’s my baby?”[/color] Gin asked, slightly annoyed.

“Relax,” Jim said, “They said it should just be down this hallway.”

True enough, at the end of the hallway was an open air area. Landed on it was a large cargo hauler, with Gaelok Industries printed on the side. Several workers of several species were unloading large boxes and various vehicles. Gin sprinted toward the workers, looking for his Ark Gear.

[color=#63C732]“C’mon,”[/color] he said softly as he ran past the crates and boxes.

As he passed one particularly large crate, the red hull of Stinger-Six came into view. Gin rushed to it, hoping to find it undamaged. He would be pleasantly impressed when he looked it over, finding that it was in perfect condition. The techs at Gaelok had seemed to honour their word that they wouldn’t modify his vehicle without Gin’s approval. In fact the only thing they seemed to have done to change it was giving it a new coat of paint.

[color=#63C732]“Well, they actually listened,”[/color] Gin laughed.

“I told ya,” Jim replied with a slur, the effects of the whiskey still present, “Gaelok Industries is number one.”

A human cyborg technician then approached the pair, “I take it that you’re Gin Silti, the pilot.”

[color=#63C732]“That I am.”[/color]

“Well, firstly you have our apology for the lateness of your Ark Gear’s arrival,” he bowed his head, “And secondly, if you are ready you can accompany us to the stadium.”

[color=#63C732]“I am definitely ready,”[/color] Gin said excitedly, [color=#63C732]“But I think you should go back to the hotel Jim. Sleep yourself sober.”[/color]

Jim just nodded as another Gaelok employee called him another hover cab. The cyborg technician then led Gin to a hover hauler, as other technicians loaded Stinger-Six into the back of it. Within a few minutes everything was loaded and the hauler launched off the landing pad.

As the race was now done, the streets were slightly less congested as the hauler made its way to the race track. The pilot turned on the holo news, which revealed that Gin had been spotted by the tournament. Comments would then be posted about why he wasn’t in the first race. Gin asked him to turn it off. Gin was already upset at missing the first race, as it was his time to debut. But he also knew that under the rules he wouldn’t even get the participation prize of one point.

But Gin put that thought aside as the hover hauler entered the stadium through a back entrance. Gin exited the vehicle as the technicians started unloading Stinger-Six. Gin walked over to his Ark Gear, wanting to run some diagnostics before the next race began.