Designation: Salvie Avers the Bionic Agent, Location: Level 3, Arena, Tag: Mission, Mood: Aroused as always, energetic, nervous
Salvie grew more concerned and lost in thoughts with every step she took towards the arena. This race was risky, with a lot of unknowns, and yet it still was the more straightforward operation of the day. Even if they won, they'd have to acquire the other piece of the equation and make it out of here. If they fled the station under a hail of blasterfire, she wouldn't be able to say proper goodbyes to her Mistress, to Rosy and the other members of her new family. As for the race itself... Salvie was a talented pilot, but she had no idea about the other contestants. And her speeder race days were part of a different lifetime, a different person. She remembered it, true, but it was still so long ago, and one thing she did remember was that anything could go wrong at any time on the track...
As she entered the staging area, she could see Ellie standing next to a sleek blue speeder. She waved at her, even though Ellie would probably recognize her anyway. She still wore the same street outfit Mistress gave her over her suit. Her hair and face were a bit darker due to dirt, and she had of course cut her own hair a bit, making it look even messier than before. She walked right over and started going over the pre-launch checklist in her upbeat and rapid-fire manner.
"Hi there! Everything ready? If there's no more prep work to be done, I'd like to familiarize myself with the speeder a bit. By the way, does your bike have a data transfer cable for droids? No reason. What are the specs? Any quirks I should know about?
Did you already sign in? What else should I know for the sign-in? What's the name of this beauty?
So who's the target? Hm, that guy? Will you tell me what he did to deserve it? Well, I'm in. What's his vehicle? The fat red one with the dual turbines? Got it. I'll bring you into his rear at every opportunity.
So anything else? Well, I'll be off to sign in. Once prep is complete, I'll go stretch my legs for a couple of hours. See you when I get back!"
Salvie approached the reception booth, getting in the short line of spectators looking to reserve seats. Once it was her turn, she handed her new ID and a credit stick to the receptionist.
"Sally Evris, here to sign in as racer. With her." - She pointed at Ellie -
"Also I'd like to rent one of those floating VIP isles. Yes, my friends will arrive later. Should I write down their names?" (500 cr already deducted from my sheet)
After signing in and getting familiar with the vehicles, Salvie would walk out, looking for another abandoned hallway to sit down and work on her implant a bit. She downloaded some droid code and started working on customizing it for herself. She tapped into the force to focus on her work. The first upgrade she did to herself was to turn her implant into a neuronal accelerator and expand her computing memory capacity. Halfway through her first test run, she started having a headache and felt her head heat up, so she shut the program down and let her head cool off a bit - literally. She then tried to install a skill upgrade package to increase her programming skills, but failed again. Calming herself, Salvie opened herself to the force once more, refocused, and tried the skill package again. This time, it worked, and she found that the additional software allowed her to recognize and fix the problems that had caused her first attempt to fail. After revising her neural performance upgrade code and running it on her implant, Salvie could feel her thoughts expanding and speeding up. It was quite the rush, a beautiful gift. Salvie would make sure to use it to further her Mistress' plans. She emptied another water bottle and checked her chronometer. The process had taken her 3 hours. It was perhaps time to return to the arena, see if the others had finished their tasks and maybe go over some more details with Ellie.