Maul accepts the crystal, and closes his hand around it, looking at it in triumph. These crystals may yet prove useful, if he finds a suitable apprentice...
He looks up when Serge approaches and nods at his praise, though he is careful about how he responds to the mention of the "hand gesture". He motions to the pod-racer he has just exited. "Oh, these machines are native to my reality, or machines close enough to them." He replies easily. "The Boonta Eve Classic is the social event of the season on Tatooine...or what passes for a social season there. In my ah, wilder youth I partook of the sport myself a little. Powerful machines, but...temperamental. Half the excitement of a good pod-race comes from watching the contestants crash, after all. You have to know how to handle them, it is a careful combination of skill..." And now Maul mimes the "hand gesture" he made before. "...And prayer." He replies. "Fortunately, it seems whatever gods reside in this world saw fit to listen." He tosses the crystal up in the air, letting it glint in the sunlight, and then catches it.
"A very exhilarating experience all in all. Thank you my boy, for being such a good sport." He regards Serge with a calculating eye. "You know, the way you handled that...boat...of yours, you may wish to consider pod-racing as a future career." He motions back to the machines. "You might find yourself well-suited to it. Something to think about, perhaps, mm?"
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He looks up when Serge approaches and nods at his praise, though he is careful about how he responds to the mention of the "hand gesture". He motions to the pod-racer he has just exited. "Oh, these machines are native to my reality, or machines close enough to them." He replies easily. "The Boonta Eve Classic is the social event of the season on Tatooine...or what passes for a social season there. In my ah, wilder youth I partook of the sport myself a little. Powerful machines, but...temperamental. Half the excitement of a good pod-race comes from watching the contestants crash, after all. You have to know how to handle them, it is a careful combination of skill..." And now Maul mimes the "hand gesture" he made before. "...And prayer." He replies. "Fortunately, it seems whatever gods reside in this world saw fit to listen." He tosses the crystal up in the air, letting it glint in the sunlight, and then catches it.
"A very exhilarating experience all in all. Thank you my boy, for being such a good sport." He regards Serge with a calculating eye. "You know, the way you handled that...boat...of yours, you may wish to consider pod-racing as a future career." He motions back to the machines. "You might find yourself well-suited to it. Something to think about, perhaps, mm?"