Alright, back down to the Lower City to get this prototype accelerator to the Beks. We should have a straight path-
Oh, this guy. We're wandering around with Mission and Zaalbar, so as you might expect, he's not too happy.
Gorton: "You have brought aliens to the Upper City! They are a blight upon Taris - they take our jobs and our homes, and spread their filth throughout our world."
"No more filth than you're spreading, crazy man."
"Yeah! You tell him, Big Z!"
Gorton: "This beast just growled at me! It is a savage creature that will hurt someone! How dare you brazenly parade about the Upper City with such alien scum at your side! I, Gorton Colu, founder of the Anti-Alien League, will not stand for this!"
"I keep whatever company I want!"
Gorton: "You are like all the rest! You will not see the truth! On the day of reckoning you will suffer with the rest of the
Mexican alien lovers!"
Showing this fellow our papers lets us go past... again. Off to the Bek base!
Gadon: "I was beginning to wonder if you would make it. The race is tomorrow, and my mechanics need time to install the prototype into the swoop engine of our bike."
"Okay, I lived up to my end of the deal. Now you better come through!"
Gadon: "Don't worry, I'm a man of my word. I promised you could ride in the swoop race under the Hidden Bek banner, and I'm still going to let you do that. And I'm even going to go one better - I'm going to let you ride the swoop bike with the prototype accelerator installed on it. Without it, you won't stand a chance."
Zaerdra: "Gadon! You can't be serious! We need one of our best riders on that bike! We can't let some rookie take the prototype engine into the race."
"Zaerdra's right, Gadon. One of your own riders should get that swoop bike."
Gadon: "I have to be honest with you - there's a reason I'm letting you take the prototype engine. The accelerator isn't stable; there's a good chance it could explode during the race. I can't ask one of my own riders to take the risk - they'll be running unmodified swoops in the race. You'll be the only one using the prototype. If you can complete the track before the accelerator overheats then you'll win for the Beks. If you die, then one of my other riders could still come through for me."
That's not very reassuring.
"Sounds like you've got all your bases covered."
Gadon: "You don't get to be leader of a swoop gang if you don't know how to work all the angles."
Right. Relax. After you talked about the engine exploding.
Here we go...
I'll skip the expository bits about how to swoop race for now, and get to that when we actually start, well, racing.
Well, let's get to it.
Our Jedi is in that cage. We'll be getting to her soon enough.
"What happened to the rider you lost?"
Announcer: "Same as usual - he was pushing himself beyond his limits and he hit some debris on the track. The deflectors kept him from crashing, but the force of the impact jarred him from his swoop. Don't worry... they scraped what was left of him off the track already. Just remember to hang on and you should be okay. You can hit the track whenever you're ready."
"What's the time to beat?"
Announcer: "Well, Redros has the best time so far: 0:38:43. Good, but not the best I've ever seen. I don't know if it will stand up."
"I want to race one of my heats."
Announcer: "Okay, let's get you out on the track."
Video: Tarisian Season Opener, heat #1Alright. While Episode I's pod racing was something of a hybrid of Ben-Hur and Formula 1, swoop racing is pretty much drag racing. Only with some obstacles and such. The way to win isn't all that difficult:
1. Hold down the left mouse button as soon as the green light comes on.
2. Let off the button and hold down again once the display on the bottom reaches the end, to "shift gears".
3. Steer left and right to avoid debris and hit accelerator panels.
I rather flubbed this run; I was slow in shifting, missed a whole buch of panels, and hit one of the debris pieces. I can do
far better. Of course, this is all good, since...
...the game automatically gives Redros here a better time, no matter how well you do. It actually pays a bit to mess up the first time, since that makes things a bit easier for the second run.
...You aren't helping, announcer. Let's do this.
Video: Tarisian Season Opener, heat #2This one went a
lot better. It wasn't perfect, but the shifting was on time, no debris was hit, and I got a good number of panels. That should be...
Oh yes. We've got this one.
Hazar celebrates by committing suicide.
Brejik: "Your swoop bike was using a prototype accelerator - clearly an unfair advantage! Because of this Hidden Bek treachary I'm withdrawing the Vulkar's share of the victory prize!"
Announcer: "You can't do this, Brejik! You know the rules: nobody's allowed to withdraw a victory prize after the race. It goes against all our most sacred traditions!"
Brejik: "You old fool! Your traditions are nothing to me - I am the wave of the future! If I want to withdraw the prize and sell this woman on the slave market myself, nobody can stop me!"
Here we go. Wait... that's the woman from the dream.
Brejik: "Vulkars - to me! Kill this woman! Kill the swoop rider! Kill them all!"
Oh, here we go.
This actually isn't too tough of a fight, even without Bastila's help. She does help some, though.
"My name's Hazar Denolo. I'm here to save you."
"Save me? Is that what you were trying to accomplish by riding in that swoop race? Well, as far as rescues go this is a pretty poor example. In case you hadn't noticed, I managed to free myself from that neural restraint collar without your help. In fact, it's more accurate to say that I saved you! Brejik and his Vulkars would have left you for dead if I hadn't stepped into that fight. You're lucky I was there to get you out of this mess!"
"We don't have time for this. Carth is waiting for us."
"Carth Onasi is alive? Finally, some good news! Carth is one of the Republic's best soldiers. He's proved himself a hero a dozen times over! And he sent you here to save me? Maybe I misjudged you. Carth wouldn't have sent you if he wasn't confident in your... abilities. Forgive me - despite my Jedi training, I still tend to act a bit rashly sometimes. Please, take me to Carth right away. Between the three of us I'm sure we can figure out some way to get off this planet before the Sith realize we're here."
Suddenly - there's that vision again. But this time Bastila has brought some friends.
And she's facing another enemy:
Darth Revan, the late Dark Lord of the Sith.
Huh. So... apparently, he got blown up by that ship in the background?
LATER:
After a much-needed clothing change for Bastila, we've finally got all three survivors of the Endar Spire together.
"We were trying to find you, remember?"
"I see. Now that I'm back in charge of this mission, perhaps we can start doing things properly. Hopefully our escape from Taris will go more smoothly than when you "rescued" me from Brejik."
"I know you're new at this, Bastila, but a leader doesn't berate her troops just because things aren't going as planned. Don't let your ego get in the way of the real issues here."
"That hardly strikes me as an appropriate way of addressing your commander, Carth. I am a member of the Jedi Order and this is my mission. Don't forget that! My Battle Meditation ability has served the Republic many times in this war, and it will serve us well here I am sure."
"Your talents might win us a few battles, but that doesn't make you a good leader! A good leader would at least listen to the advice of those who have seen more combat than she ever will!"
"Both of you settle down! This isn't helping."
"I think we'll need some help getting off Taris. Maybe if we ask around one of the locals can help us out. We should probably start by asking around in the cantinas."
Sounds like a plan. But before we can get going...
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Bastila actually asks
us if something's wrong, instead of us badgering her for information like we did with poor Carth.
"A vision? A vision of what?"
"Of you. Fighting a dark Jedi. Revan, I guess."
"This is... strange. Such visions are often a sign of Force sensitivity."
"Are you saying I can use the Force?"
"I... I'm not sure. It may be that you have some connection to the Force. It would not be unheard of. When we first met, your natural talent may have fed off my own Force abilities. It is possible that in the excitement of the battle's aftermath the Force allowed you to witness one of my more intense memories."
"This isn't the first time I had a vision."
"The Force is complicated; even I with all my training cannot fully understand it yet. This is a matter best left to the wise Masters of the Jedi Council. Once we escape Taris we can seek out the guidance of the Council, if you wish. They will understand the significance of your vision... if there is any. However, I think it would be best if we all stayed focused on the task at hand right now. We can't afford any distractions; we need to find a way off Taris.