The entry kiosk seals around Xenletetioxr, and the simulation floor unfolds into a luminous racing cockpit. X-112-16 remains outside the barrier, while the Gambling Deck Patrons stay behind on the upper deck.
Projected engines flare beneath the starting platform as the shortest course assembles around him: tight turns, acceleration gates, and a narrow final straight. The countdown begins at ten.
At the safety rail, a young adult man with brown hair, a cream shirt, brown pants, and worn Rebel trooper boots, lean and pale, with a narrow face and a small scar through his left eyebrow arrives. He watches Xenletetioxr with unusually focused attention.
Marek Solan
I sense a strong amount of ability in you. You are young, and untrained, but it is there.
The cockpit seals completely as the simulated engine note rises through the deck. X-112-16 turns his brass faceplate toward the rail, scanning the stranger without leaving his station.
X-112-16
The stranger is Force-sensitive. I detect no immediate weapon threat, though his attention is directed specifically toward you.
Marek Solan
After your race, would you mind accompanying me? I would like to see how that ability performs under pressure. Now, your start is imminent.
The countdown reaches three. Light gathers along the launch rails, the course locks its first turn, and the stranger waits beyond the safety barrier for Xenletetioxr's answer after the race.
✓ Quest Accepted
Win the simulation race
“I relax into a rythym”
SUCCESS (Great Agility, rolled +3)
Xenletetioxr releases the urge to force every turn, letting the cockpit's vibration set his timing. His hands settle into the course rhythm as the countdown reaches one.
The launch surges beneath him. Basic Odds Reading catches the safest line through the first gates, while his instinct to overpush strains against the smoother pace he has chosen.
He follows the reliable pattern instead of chasing maximum acceleration. The simulated craft threads the opening turns cleanly, then gains speed through each luminous gate.
A hidden route indicator appears along the cockpit rim, revealing a shorter merge into the final straight. Xenletetioxr takes it in rhythm, preserving control while the course bends sharply around him.
The craft exits the last turn aligned and fast. His sore-loser intensity still demands more, but Basic Odds Reading confirms the measured line is winning, and he keeps the advantage.
Marek Solan
There. That is control, not merely talent. You found the course's intention before it displayed the route.
Xenletetioxr crosses the narrow final straight with clean acceleration. The simulation registers a decisive victory, and the kiosk credits him with a bonus for the concealed route and flawless gate sequence.
✓ Quest Accepted
Learn what the Force-sensitive stranger wants from Xenletetioxr
Quest Complete
Win the simulation race