Transformers2005 - Friday, June 26, 1998, 8:27 PM ------------------------------------------------- Monacus Spaceport(#6205 RntN) The spaceport's ceiling is held up by rafters, but the rest is clear, allowing you to look up in the beautiful sky of Monacus. There are doors leading to various Launching Pads, and security to ensure safety at the Spaceport. Right outside the spaceport are many, many merchants, all wanting you to purchase various goods they have to sell, all of which are 'very important,' according to them. Broadside watches the group, and smirks, looking down at Blast Off. He simply waves one finger and shakes it in a tsk-tsk motion. Way down at Blast Off. Maverick shrinks back again as Slag speaks up, shuffling away from the group, and back toward where he left Clarion. Broadside moves forward. "So this is Monacus. Seen worse." Tradewind rubs at the smudge of dirt on her left leg, although it's more of a nervous habit than an effective gesture. Blast Off looks up as Slag stomp stomps over, he takes a step back before remembering that he's the greatest ever and needs have no fear of a mere Dinobot. "Ah, the great Autobot tactition... A good thing 'trivia Pursuit' isn't a game to compete in." Blast Off glares at Slag in distaste. Phantom looks around the bustling spaceport in awe. Broadside looks down, and grins. "Hey Tradewind." then nods to Marissa, "Sounds about right. Sideswipe glances up at Broadside. Maverick relaxes visibly as he gains distance from the Dinobot and the Combaticon, glancing up at Clarion, "Maybe now would be a good time to get going?" Slag growls at Blast Off, "Maybe Speti-cons get lucky, trade you for Sharkti-con, maybe they actually have chance of -winning- without puny uglymugs like you!" Clarion nods silently. Broadside excuses himself, and goes over to Slag. "Got a problem there, Slag?" Slag growls at Broadside, "No." Maverick transmits a message via radio. Tradewind receives a radio transmission. Playback exits one of the Decepticon shuttles, having hung around in the back all the way up Delores Sidhe takes up position beside Marissa, melting out of the crowd swiftly as she nears those of her own kind, grateful that her flight armor filters out most of the odor. Broadside grins. "I can see that." Steeljaw turns and heads off without another word. Steeljaw walks west towards the Marketplace. Slag snickers, and leans over to Broadside.. Slag mutters to Broadside, "... em..." Blast Off hmmms, "I wonder if I should let you win Dinobot, you could use the rize money to hire a speech theripist." Blast Off smirks and takes on the Dinobot's tone, "Maybee 'ou kan bab'all rite." Sideswipe transmits a message via radio to Sunstreaker. Broadside loooks way way down at Blast Off. "You know Slag, that ain't a bad idea." Phantom makes his way through the crowd, excusing himself as he nearly tramples several smaller travelers. He quickly makes his way towards the marketplace. Slag snickers, and turns back to uglymug BlastOff. Phantom walks west towards the Marketplace. Sideswipe receives a radio transmission. Maverick gestures for Clarion to follow him, and heads toward the marketplace... The crowds swell and surge as myriad humanoids, robots and undescribable alien forms scramble to find their seats in the Olympic Stadium. The floodlights click on to combat the gathering dusk, revealing various teams from all over the galaxy gathering in formation for the opening ceremonies. Tradewind transmits a message via radio. Maverick receives a radio transmission. Clarion waits for Maverick to explain his brilliant plan for sneaking her out of there. Playback walks over to stand beside Blast Off, not looking overly happy with the company he has in the area Clarion follows Maverick, uncomfortable at being so tall next to him. Maverick's brilliant plan is rather simple, blend into the crowd of taller aliens. Whiteline pauses for a moment, giving up on trying to make his way through the crowd, and allows himself to be pushed to the back. With a slight smirk of success, he turns, wordlessly moving out of the spaceport. Delores Sidhe's helmet radio clicks on, bridging the short distance between herself and Marissa's exo-suit. "Aye, ma'am, I do 'ope that be th' truth. I do no think ye'd 'ave much a'chance." Exo-Suit 2593 idly asks nobody in particular, "So where'd they build the stadium?" Whiteline walks west towards the Marketplace. Maverick walks west towards the Marketplace. Sideswipe answers Marissa, "Probably near the casinos...good for business." Tradewind makes her way towards Broadside, moving into the shadow of the massive triplechanger gratefully. She mutters to Broadside, "... you'd..." Blast Off smirks at the Dinobot and is about to insult him again, when he notes everyone heading away, "Well, it's seems it's time for opening ceremonies." Blast Off nods to everyone, "If you'll excuse me, -I- am certainly needed to represent the Decepticons." Broadside smirks. "Frenzy get a paintjob?" Clarion walks west towards the Marketplace. Broadside kneels down enough to respond to Tradewind. He mutters to Tradewind, "... getting... cons?" Playback darts a look over at Broadside, "Yeah, he needed one to get rid of the Energon that stained him from the last autobot he killed." Slag activates his rockets, sending out plenty of thick black smoke, and rockets into the air several (TF) feet. Tradewind shakes her head. She mutters to Broadside, "... that..." Blast Off turns around and saunters away from the miserable Autobots. Exo-Suit 2593 nods ot Sideswipe. "Thanks. I'll probably see you Autobots there, then." The Exo's thrusters activate, pushing it slowly off the ground. Blast Off walks west towards the Marketplace. Sideswipe coughs slightly as Slag's smoke meets his face, waving it away, and following everybody else out. Slag plummets thru the air to the west.. Slag walks west towards the Marketplace. Delores Sidhe follows Fairborne's lead, rising into the air with the whine of powerful turbines. Playback heads off after Blast Off Exo-Suit 2593 walks west towards the Marketplace. Delores Sidhe walks west towards the Marketplace. Playback walks west towards the Marketplace. Broadside mutters to Tradewind, "... tell... it as... head... the stadium." You head north to the brand-new stadium. Olympic Stadium Vast and large, this circular stadium is to house the main events for the Monacus Olympics. Stands surround the center field, with chairs ranging from small sizes to much larger ones, able to seat Transformers of nearly every size. In the very center of the stadium is a raised platform about 30 meters (100 feet) on each side, obviously some sort of fighting arena. Ringing this platform is a wide, level expanse with different numbered rows, which borders the outside of the stands. And yet there is still a lot of empty space in the arena. Outside of the stadium are abandoned buildings, the remains of an area that Pangalactic Industries is in the process of rebuilding. People: Rodimus Prime Steeljaw FX Delores Sidhe Blitzwing Breakdown Trigger Motormaster Sunstreaker Sideswipe Slag Divebomb Bushido Phantom Broadside Tradewind Scur-Vee Whiteline Hook Exo-Suit 2593 clomps its way over to the Autobots... given the choice of company, they're preferable ot the alternative. FX says, "Are you taking part in anyof the events?" Sunstreaker grins. "Uh, I'd love to..." Blitzwing stands up in the stands, his 27-foot height making him...well, stand out from the crowd. Sunstreaker says, "Sure, good 'ol land race as usual, ready to whip aft..." Delores Sidhe touches ground near her commander, the grace of her combat armor a marked contrast to the exo-suits blunt functionality. Sideswipe jogs in, spotting his brother, and making his way toward him. Sunstreaker smiles at Sideswipe. "FX, meet my weaker, slower, less gorgeous bro... Bushido plods slowly along, blinking at the huge crowd. FX says, "Excellent! And Sideswipe. I noticed are you feeling better?" Rodimus Prime files in along with the rest of the crowd, finding himself a nice secluded spot in the shade of one of the grandstands wehre he can watch and be out of easy view of snipers. (OOC: I'm going to be doing all the @emitting for Gycony and the race-announcer, so while I'm here ICly, I can't RP with Rod right now.) Phantom looks around the assembly in awe. He nearly bumps into several....beings in his distracted wandering. Sunstreaker catches sight of something off camera and nods to whoever it is (Phantom) Broadside carried Tradewind in on his shoulder, glancing about. Steeljaw spots Rodimus...and not suprisingly moves his way over to the Autobot leader. "I hope you do not mind if I join you...." Sideswipe sneers jokingly at Sunny, then grins at FX. "We've met, bro. And yeah, being hungover is better than being drunk, eh?" FX sees Phantom also and shakes his head moving the camera with him. Phantom spots the directed nod as he gazes around the stadium. He raises his hand in a wave and nods slightly. Eagle banks toward the stands, keeping his distance from some of the less desirable attendees. He glides to near the top of the stands and perches there. Exo-Suit 2593 pops its helmet open, letting Marissa get a breath of not-so-fresh-but-still-breathable air. FX says, "Hey.. it shure does.. believe you me!" Sunstreaker shifts uncomfortably, feeling more than a little anxious with so many Cons about... Phantom turns his gaze from FX and lowers his head, as if in shame. *Smack* Wooo! Bushido pauses for a moment...then leans in to Phantom, not quite noticing his emotions yet. "Which event begins?" Sideswipe taps his bro lightly on the shoulder, smiling at him. "Lighten up, Streaker. The 'cons won't try anything here, now. Just enjoy the planet!" Steeljaw eases himself into a comfortable spot beside Rodimus...to watch the events clearly. FX says, "I'm gunna sign off for now boys.. catch yah on the flipside and good luck!" FX switches the TV camera off FX takes Portable Camera . Sunstreaker turns violently as Sideswipe taps him. "Bro, don't do that....hey, I'm fine, just, y'know, psyching up Whiteline glances back and forth amongst those close to him, before pushing his way through the crowd towards the hotel. Phantom snaps his head up, turning his gaze from Sunstreaker and FX. "I.." he stammers, "I am unsure. I have been somewhat indisposed as of late." Tradewind surveys the scene from Broadside's shoulder, looking at once embarrassed, and oddly pleased by her lofty perch. News crews from around the galaxy mill around the stadium, crowding spectator and participant alike, their rude behaviour excused only by the flashy PRESS passes worn on various bodily appendages. Hundreds of cameras representing scores of intragalactic news corporations pan over the action, as commentators chitter in a myriad of languages into their microphones. The buzz of translators is almost as deafening as the initial commotion. Whiteline leaves through the west exit gates. FX leaves the stadium through the east exit gates. Sideswipe waves to FX. "Later FX." He looks back, nodding. "Yeah, I know. But it's just a race...that's we're gonna kick some aft in." Exo-Suit 2593 tromps over to Del, speakers crackling softly. "Interesting place, isn't it?" Sunstreaker sniggers. "We, bro?" Bushido nods slowly. "Very well...then perhaps it would be best if I wait...until it is determined which event begins." Broadside says, "Welcome to the traffic jam, Tradewind. You ok up there." Sideswipe jogs after Streaker, snorting. "Yeah, okay, just me." He smiles smugly. Sunstreaker sneers. "So very predictable, Sidey..." he surveys the track Thrust arrives from the Last Chance Alley. Sideswipe snickers, and looks taken back. "Me? Predictable? That's the first time someone has used that word to describe me.." Sunstreaker laughs. "Yeah, well, they haven't had to put up with you as long as me..." Slag gets up from his seet and walks to the edge of the track. Tradewind chuckles, the strain in her voice relaxing as she begins, despite herself, to be infected with the excitement of the crowds. "I couldn't be better... I have the best seat in the house." Sunstreaker snickers at Slag. "Sidey, remind me to lend you a tape of mine..." Phantom seems distracted still. He glances back and forth between the Autobots and Decepticons, still, he stays close behind Bushido. "Perhaps. There are a great deal of spectators assembled here." Slag growls at Sunstreaker, "You think you SOOO funny,k huh??" Sideswipe grunts. "Yeah, by a whole 5 seconds...tape of what?" Broadside grins wryly. "tTradewind, you do have the best seat in the house." Scur-Vee leaves through the west exit gates. Sunstreaker mutters to Sideswipe, "... himself." Sideswipe mutters to Sunstreaker, "... isn't... doing that?" Slag sits down on a bench, the other sde of it lifting into the air. The self-proclaimed 'Lord' Gycony, owner of the largest string of Casinos on the planet and well-known chief promoter and funder of the Monacus Olympics, appears on a high balcony overlooking the stadium in a swirl of flashy glittering cape that barely covers his bulbous form. Raising a bejewelled hand at the cheering reactions from those nearby, he nods graciously and sucks up the accolades like a blowfish. Cameras pause on his vaguely amphibious-looking visage as commentators launch into a new spiel of blathering. Phantom transmits a message via radio to Sunstreaker. Sunstreaker receives a radio transmission. Sunstreaker titters. Exo-Suit 2593 looks up and over ot Gycony. "Looks like we're about to start." Phantom receives a radio transmission. Sideswipe looks over at the press, and follows the camera shots to the Lord. "Hey, the guy's gonna talk." Tradewind pats Broadside's helmet confidingly. "I should have bought a pennant," she laughs. Slag shows everyone his hat, with picture of Megatron with arrow through his head. Sunstreaker nods. Bushido stands solid, one arm relaxed at his side...the other sitting on his sword hilt as he continues to glance around. Broadside says, "I might have one in my carrier mode..." Phantom transmits a message via radio to Sunstreaker. Sunstreaker receives a radio transmission. Exo-Suit 2593 has left. Sunstreaker transmits a message via radio to Phantom. Phantom receives a radio transmission. Phantom stops behind Bushido, and looks towards the race track. His gaze travels from the raceway to the occupied balconey above. Bushido turns back to observe his friend. "Are you entered in any events?" Trigger is sitting near Sunstreaker, ears perked up as she watches everything and listens. Sideswipe folds his arms in anticipation of...well, anything, and waits patiently. Phantom transmits a message via radio. Sunstreaker receives a radio transmission. Slag trips non-Cybertronian spectators as they walk by. Gycony claps his ring-laden hands together once, and trumpet heralds to either side of the balcony blast forth a bugling riff that resonates through the stadium (designed, of course, for maximum accoustic effect and it cost him a pretty penny, mind you!). The casino-lord waits patiently for the chatter to die down, his eyes fairly glowing as he mentally counts up the millions of credits he'll be sucking up fr-- err, that he'll be able to use for the betterment of Monacus. Of course. Sunstreaker titters and leans over to patpat Trigger on the head. Sunstreaker transmits a message via radio. Phantom receives a radio transmission. Phantom shakes his head, "I believe I entered the combat events. I do not fully recall..." Bushido turns to observe Gycony on his balcony. His only answer to Phantom being a slight nod of his head. Phantom transmits a message via radio to Sunstreaker. Sunstreaker receives a radio transmission. Tradewind, perched on Broadside's shoulders, grins impishly down at her makeshift steed with almost childlike pleasure. She mutters to Broadside, "Let... I'm... too..." Broadside mutters to Tradewind, "... to go... stands?" Broadside twists, with Tradewind on his shoulder, and heads into the stands. Trigger sits upon her haunches, watching while she waits for some signof what she should be doing. Sunstreaker tilts an energon flask in Trigger and his brother's direction. "Anyone?" Slag snatches the flask, and drinks it noiselly. Lord Gycony clears his throat with a voluminous rumble. "Welcome, ladies and gentlemen and assorted... others... to the Monacus Olympics. I trust you have all paid your entrance fees." He waits for the accompanying chuckle to work its way through the crowd, and then continues. "For the lighting of this year's Olympic torch, we welcome..." he pauses, squinting at some disruption in the stands. "Well, it seems one of our guests has decided to make *himself* the Olympic torch this year..." Sunstreaker reacts quite well to this. "Slag, hadn't you better say sorry?" Slag snickers, "Sunstreaker not say sorry to Slag." Sunstreaker just grins. "I have the tape..." Trigger shakes her head no toward Sunstreaker, trying to listen to Lord Gycony. Sunstreaker shuts up. Sideswipe snickers at Slag and his twin, then resumes watching Gycony blab. Slag growls. Bushido listens intently to Gycony, turning a curious gaze towards the stands for a moment...before turning his attention back to the display. Breakdown moves his hand up to his shoulder, rotating his tire. Phantom glances back towards the stands, not really looking hard. After a brief moment he looks back up to the balconey. Gycony clears his throat. "Ahem... someone put out that fire, please... We welcome Korbyn Nole, acclaimed sharpshooter from the Argonan Cluster, who will be using a simple flare gun to light the torch, which you can see on the pillar high above--" he points, "with no targetting equipment other than his own judgement. If we could have silence, please." Slag growls. Phantom looks up towards the still dark torch. Spoiler, still smoldering, is dragged from the stands by guards. Sideswipe pats his own flare gun, then looks up at the yet-to-be-flamed torch. Bushido watches Spoler go...shaking his head slightly then turning his attention once again back to the lighting ceremony. Korbyn Nole takes up position on a raised platform at one end of the stadium, slightly webbed fingers lifting the antiquated flare gun to eye-level. He stands statue-still for several moments, gauging his shot. A hush falls. Breakdown looks to Bushido, and then to Spoiler. He mumbles under his breath. Slag coughs. The guards take Spoiler off to a corner and cover him in chemicals to put out the fire. They start to read him his rights but he pulls out a sheet of paper which they review for a moment, shrug at each other, then let him go. *Smack* Ow! Phantom looks down cocking an optic ridge at the Dinobot and then looks back towards the guards, before eventually returning to the ceremony. Spoiler heads back to the stands. *FWOOM* With the sound of an ignited firework, the flare launches upward, arcing up and across the stadium in a trail of dim orange. It disappears from view as the torch-pillar obscures it momentarily, and the silence hangs... did he miss? Suddenly the torch ignites in a brilliant flare of blue-green, settling back eventually to orange as the fire takes hold. The stadium erupts in cheers. Bushido nods slightly, as the torch lit up. Slag says, "Ooooohhh..." Bushido mutters to himself, "... games..." Breakdown whistles. He says, offsides to Bushido: "Not bad..." Nole lifts his hand with a widely-grinning acknowledgement of both the accolades, and the hefty sum Gycony promised him for the feat. Bushido nods slowly. "Indeed." Sunstreaker shakes his head at all the noise... Sideswipe claps politely in praise of the shot. Phantom smiles quietly in appreciation. He looks around at those gathered, observing their individual reactions. Slag looks at the fire. Sunstreaker looks at Sidesipe. "Yeah, like there wasn't someone up there with a lighter..." Sunstreaker taps a foot in impatience. Sideswipe slaps his bro on the back, grinning. "So? It's a nice bonfire. Let the games begin, bro." Gycony claps his hands for show, silently thanking his chosen deity that he didn't have to use the failsafe explosive charge lodged inside the torch in case of a miss. "With that, my fellow galactic residents, let the games begin. The first event shall be the ground race. Will all participants please line up at the starting gates." Two-Headed Hound arrives from the Last Chance Alley. Sunstreaker smiles sardonically. "OK, Sidey, get ready to suck exhaust." he entones, wryly. Sideswipe snorts definatly and heads for the gates. "Only thing I'll be eating is the victory dinner, bro." He's not egotistical, he's confident. Trigger smirks at the two, "Not if I win." Sunstreaker glances up at the sky. "Nope, no flying turboswine...outta luck, Trigger..." Sideswipe says, "With Blurr not around, this'll be quite the race, I'm sure." Air Raid has arrived. Breakdown makes a motion to indictate cracking his knuckles, stepping forward from the Decepticon camp. He peers about, white optics glowing. Sunstreaker mutters to Sideswipe, "She has... bro" Sunstreaker glances sideways at Trigger, suspicious... Sideswipe snickers at Streaker. "So? It's not victory til the checkered flag flies." Motormaster gives an unexcited yawn, shifting his head from side to side within it's cowl, as if popping a neck joint. Sunstreaker smiles, genuinely Bushido nods to Breakdown. "Good luck." Rider arrives from the Last Chance Alley. Sunstreaker looks around the assembled. "Hope you all fail and I win." he says cheerfully. Rider stumbles in the room. "I'm late, i'm late, for a -very- important date!" Sideswipe grins at his twin. "Glad to know -someone- has more confindence then me.." Hindsight has arrived. Hindsight runs into the fiels, "WAIT!!!" Trigger's backpanel flips up, her head and neck folding beneath it, while her wings flatten out horizontally as her legs fold and twist, her hind ones forming the looming gun batteries, forward ones and chest plate becoming the battering prow. Triage arrives from the hotel to the west. Hindsight runs up to the group of racers, "Whew.. has the race started yet? I had to finish my super-duper-hyper-active-make-me-go-faster Jets." Jumping up, Breakdown quickly shifts, contorts, and folds, landing with a *clang* on the ground, where now a White Countach sits. Sunstreaker steps back and folds in on himself, transforming into a shining yellow sports car. Interface has arrived. Moto falls backwards, lower body locking together as he folds in and lands in semi mode. Collapsing downward, Sideswipe folds into the sleek form of a red Earthen lambourghini countach. Rider starts to run and trips over a bolt on the floor, but luckily transforms into a sleek and dusty transam before falling flat on his face. A bright yellow sports car looking at Hindsight, he intones "This should be -easy-!" Interface's head begins to retract into his body. His chest plates open up to reveal a large drill which comes forward and into position. Treads cement themselves on the ground. The new boring machine revs its engine. Triage looks around, wondering if late entries are allowed Hindsight eyes the car, "Ack! Sunstreaker! Now you're going to crash - here-?" A bright yellow sports car revs his engine. "Quit griping." Red Countach notices Hindsight. "Decided to try it, huh. Good luck." Mixmaster undergoes a ridiculously simple twist of the legs, taking on the guise of a mixer-less truck. Hindsight blinks at Sunstreaker's revving, "Um... grrr...." Vincent Ramirez arrives from the hotel to the west. Air Raid's arms fall down to his side and his hands retract into his arms turning his arms into two engines at his side. His nose swings down from his back and folds over his face. His wings extend out from his back and the back of his Hindsight's body bends over backwards. His arms sweep around and lock into place as his front end, his legs fold back. His head disappears beneath his windshield lifts. After a moment, Hindsight is replaced by a hovering Humvee. A Black F-15 Eagle feels left out because he can't rev his engines.... Red Countach's engine rumbles to life with a *Vroooooom*. Vincent Ramirez has left. Boring Machine's engines slowly warm up with a low growl. Triage walks over to a race official and pesters them for getting into the race... Mobile Defense Platform can definately rev her engines, quite loudly. Black 18-Wheeler doesn't bother with the mere posturing of engine revving now, as it won't matter in the race. Hovering Humvee floats over into line with the other racers. His turrent gun swivels around in anticipation, "Wee!" A Dusty Trans Am says, "Gimmie fuel gimmie fire gimmie thatwichidesire!" Folding up and slowly lowering himself to the ground, Triage transforms into his Medical Transport mode. Phantom mutters to Bushido, "... a great... of... and all... I wonder... shall..." A Dusty Trans Am deploys his rocket boosters. Red Countach awaits directions, honking his horn to add to the noise of the crowd. Medical Transport pulls up beside Sunstreaker, waiting to start the race, "Almost never got into this un" Mobile Defense Platform revs loudly, pulling into her position. Exo-Suit 4570 arrives from the hotel to the west. A bright yellow sports car idly moves onto the correct grid area. Red Countach rolls over to his starting position. Current Race Participants: 1) Breakdown 2) Mixmaster 3) Motormaster 4) EDC Racecar 5) Sideswipe 6) Rider 7) Triage 8) Trigger 9) Interface 10) Hindsight 11) Sunstreaker Spike hustles in the room, looking around for the stands. A Black F-15 Eagle says, "Hello Ambassador, glad you could make it to the Olympics" Black 18-Wheeler rumbles forward, pulling into the starting line. His engine remains a dull, subdued rumble, able to be felt in the trembles of the ground, the shake in your chasis, rather than be heard. A Black F-15 Eagle flies around in circles. Spike waves. "Thanks air raid, you too." Mixer-less truck's move into position is understated by comparison. The A Dusty Trans Am vroom vrroom vrooms! EDC Race-car moves into position. Red Countach's frame shudders with anticipation, awaiting for the flag to drop, and to burn some rubber. A bright yellow sports car intones above the roar of his engine "I fragrance du losers!" White Lamborghini Countach guns his engine, headlights popping out from their normally hidden position to blink. EDC Racecar revs it's engines. Current track positions: 0) Breakdown (lap 1) Mixmaster (lap 1) Motormaster (lap 1) EDC Racecar (lap 1) Sideswipe (lap 1) Rider (lap 1) Triage (lap 1) Trigger (lap 1) Vincent Ramirez (lap 1) Interface (lap 1) Hindsight (lap 1) Sunstreaker (lap 1) Mobile Defense Platform primes her engines, letting them idle off and on. Boring Machine moves slowly up to the starting line, his drill is locked into position at the moment. A Dusty Trans Am vroom vrroom vrooms! From EDC Racecar, Vincent Ramirez strides into view. Exo-Suit 4570 finds a place in the stands and has a seat. Mobile Defense Platform ignores everyone else, just waiting for that starting signal, her prow gleaming in the lights of the stadium. Hovering Humvee does stuff. ;) EDC Racecar vrooms. A Dusty Trans Am vroom vrroom vrooms! Mobile Defense Platform vrooms impatiently. White Lamborghini Countach reeeevs. Mobile Defense Platform chirps. Mixer-less truck, for his own part, sputters. Red Countach just rumbles. Trigger receives a radio transmission. Boring Machine's engines rumble lowly. Trigger transmits a message via radio. EDC Racecar vrooms louder than anyone. Vinny tosses a cigarette butt out the window. Bushido turns to glance around...truthfully he has no desire to sit in the stands. It dosen't take him long to locate a quiet spot by several vehicles with T.V cameras. Medical Transport revs his own engine, accidentally setting off the sirens he'd installed for Earth use in his nervesness, switching them off quickly. "Erm, sorry" Lord Gycony steps aside as a flambouyant-looking alien guy with two heads and three arms steps up to the front of the balcony. Balancing a microphone in one of his hands, his right head howls downward into the stadium, "Ladies aaannnnnd Gentlemen! ARE YOU READY TO RUMBLE?" Hovering Humvee hovers on a cushin of air. His main engine yet turned on, "SO... Are they gonna blow a whistle or somethin'?" Hovering Humvee's headlights blinks, "Rumble? I thought we were racing?" Red Countach says, "They'd better, or I'll go anyway." Phantom watches, still fairly close to the track. A Dusty Trans Am screeches ever closer to the line. Mixer-less truck rumbles in readiness. Bushido takes his sword from the scabbard, sticking it into the ground point first. Slowly he eases himself to a sitting position, resting his back against the camera vehicle. EDC Racecar vrooms. Loud heavy metal pours fom an open window. Has to be Vinny. The two-headed guy flips the hair out of his right-hand set of eyes with his middle hand and announces cheerfully, "My name is Brox, and I'll be your resident announcer for the following racing events." His left head adds in a mischievous undertone, "Gycony's paying me double this year -- two heads are better than one, right?" Punk pours from the personified puh.. Rider. White Lamborghini Countach's engine once more revs up, his frame bouncing up and down. He doesn't play music yet, waiting for the actual race to start. Hovering Humvee turns his engine on, it hums softly with the raw power of a Cybertronian engine built by Pak-Gor. Galvatron arrives from the Last Chance Alley. Hovering Humvee's engine sputters. A Dusty Trans Am turns up the speakers, theres a leetle man five miles away that can't hear it. Definatly Pennywise is playing. A bright yellow sports car revs his engine incessantly and loudly as Hovering Humvee says, "Uh oh..." Mixer-less truck needs do nothing more to prepare for the race, and, therefore, that is just what he is doing. Brox continues, "Let's have a look at our contestants for those've you who forgot your programs (you can buy a new one at the gates for 5 credits) - ahem." A Dusty Trans Am doesn't notice Galvatron at all, much less would he know who that is. Mobile Defense Platform could care less, her entire attention on the race, wishign it would hurry up and START. Red Countach keeps focused on the race at hand, ignoring everything but his opponents and the track. Galvatron strides into the area, all clad in newly polished and super shiny imperial purple armour. A long billowing silver cape lined in purple flows behind him as he makes his way towards the stands, saying nothing, and making no distint facial expressions. He looks about and watches what is going on in the arena below before taking his seat in the stands, which, hopefully, no one has been foolish enough to sit in. Hovering Humvee turns his engine back on. You hear VROOOM!!!! Chug... Chug... click. Slilence. Black 18-Wheeler's engine rumbles rather lackadaisical as he waits at the starting line, low and quiet. Hovering Humvee hmmms, "This could be bad..." Flick arrives from the Last Chance Alley. A Dusty Trans Am focuses his optics on the new arrival, and it looks like he's important, so he turns up his music so he can hear. Galvatron smirks as he catches a glimpse of Rodimus, and continues along his way. Hovering Humvee tries again, this time his engine kicks over, "Woo!" It works!" A bright yellow sports car laughs. "You need all the help you can get!" Hovering Humvee swivels his turrent, "ok, I'm ready to race. Just as soon as this rumble's over." Flick arrives and wonders who is wining Brox continues, "This race'll go for 5 laps, but y'all knew that already. Ooooonnnn you marks! Get set --" *CRACK* the starting gun explodes from his left hand in a brilliant flare of white and deafening sound. This year, Trigger isn't messing with protecting anybody, attempting to get ahead as quickly as she can, hovering forward instead of using her treads for added speed. Her engines roars just as loud as anyone elses, only she doesn't have the added sound of screeching rubber against the track, instead she simply adds an eagle's screech to her momentum. Boring Machine's treads tear apart the ground under him as he accelerates. Red Countach uses all the pent up energy he has been holding in for the last week, and _-*ROARS*-_ away from the starting line, leaving two tire lines and a puff of grey smoke behind him. EDC Racecar vrooms and heads out immedatly... Sky Lynx lowers from the multicolored clouds above and lands on top of the commenator's booth, wrapping his massive tail around the side of the booth in serpentine fashion, and propping his chin on one of his paws, waiting to watch the race. A bright yellow sports car tears off from the starting grid as soon as the first sound is heard... Medical Transport starts moving forward, slowly gaining his momentum while he tries and avoids hitting anyone EDC Racecar speeds up, the music pouring out almost louder than the engine. The racers speed around the track.... Current track positions: 9) Trigger (lap 1) 8) Breakdown (lap 1) Rider (lap 1) 7) EDC Racecar (lap 1) Sunstreaker (lap 1) 6) Motormaster (lap 1) Sideswipe (lap 1) Hindsight (lap 1) 5) Mixmaster (lap 1) Triage (lap 1) Interface (lap 1) Boring Machine accelerates at a speed which defies his heavy form. His drill spins slowly in the air stream created by his movement. Hovering Humvee's headlights blink as everyone takes off, "Huh? Oh, I guess they bumped the races..." Hindsight takes off. Small boosters in his back flare brightly propelling him forward, "Woo!" Mobile Defense Platform bolts out in front, swerving as she stabilizes and attempts to get even further ahead of the back, wanting nothing to do with anyone's grills. White Lamborghini Countach's tires squeel loudly as he pulls out, front bumper raising into the air a couple of feet. His lower tires propel him forward, a slight cackling emitting from his cab. Psychological warfare this year. EDC Racecar pulls over towards Sunstreaker fast... EDC Racecar tries to ram into Sunstreaker, without much success. Red Countach easily hits his top speed within a few seconds, and vroooms along the track, vying for the inside position. Mixer-less truck gets off to a sedate start, by comparison, but, we'll see who can keep up the pace for five laps. A Dusty Trans Am fires his turboboosters early, and speed ahead of the early crowd, hopefully. A bright yellow sports car spots the EDC in his rear mirror and dodges away, pulling to the track's far side... EDC Racecar vrooms loudly now, pulling up again.. Medical Transport manages to reach his own top speed after a short time, complaining how little like a battlefield this is... Hovering Humvee cruises along untill he notices that everyone is in front of him, "Hey! Wait for me!" The rocketpods on Hindsight's doors flare and sends a surge of speed through him. Hindsight rockets foward advancing on Sideswipe. A bright yellow sports car tries to pull ahead of the EDC racecar and prevent him from overtaking... Mixer-less truck sees Autobots to the left of him, Autobots to the right of him, and Autobots before him, while his engine kicks back and thunders. Black 18-Wheeler rumbles out of the gate without so much as a tire squeeling, able to control his acceleration more than the amateurs around him and not needing the idle posturing of rubber burning against the road beneath him. The semi gains speeds remarkably fast for a vehicle of its size and stature, what's under his hood more than comparable to the flashy little wrecks-waiting-to-happen on the tracks with him. Boring Machine is unable to hold the high speed for long, but continues to pull along, his engines growling. They obviously weren't built for this kind of speed. Brox settles into his announcer's monotone with his right head, the left ocassionally interjecting comment. "Trigger breaks fast from the gate and takes an early lead! Breakdown and Rider right on her heels -- whoo, gotta question their taste in women." The left head adds loudly, "Just KIDDING, Trigger!" Back to the right. "Ramirez and Sunstreaker just ahead of the rest of the pack, Motormaster, Sideswipe and Hindsight seem tangled up there, and Mixmaster, Triage and Interface bring up the rear." EDC Racecar vrooms.. and tries to get up further... Air Raid cheers, "Go Trigger Go!" A Dusty Trans Am blasts his boosters, frying anyone directly behind him, he streaks ahead of a couple people, all the time the punk pouring from his openwindows. Red Countach barrels after his brother, engine rumbling to its limits. Mobile Defense Platform ignores the sounds of the racers behind her, just trying to hold her own, fortunately being very outfitted in this mode to keep her speed up. The racers speed around the track.... Current track positions: 17) Rider (lap 1) Trigger (lap 1) 16) Breakdown (lap 1) 15) Sunstreaker (lap 1) 14) Sideswipe (lap 1) 12) Motormaster (lap 1) Interface (lap 1) Hindsight (lap 1) 10) Mixmaster (lap 1) EDC Racecar (lap 1) Triage (lap 1) A bright yellow sports car completely ignores the other racers, attempting to gain ground on the leaders... EDC Racecar pulls ahead, and aims to ram Mixmaster... EDC Racecar crashes forcefully into Mixmaster! Hovering Humvee cruises on inbetween Motormaster and Sideswipe. He veers closer into the turn to get more speed out of it, though he does come dangerously close to Motormaster. Mobile Defense Platform 's sensors catch Rider coming off to one side, so she attempts to keep him back by swerving dangerously in front of him, growling faintly, but not about to ram him off the track A Dusty Trans Am squeals his tires as he lets up a bit on the boosters, hitting heavy on the high-grade octane he put in his system before the race. Medical Transport makes every effort to avoid crashing, seeming to worry more about not denting others than advancing... Boring Machine revs his engines hard and moves out of the place with Mixmaster and Triage. His treads grind the ground beneath them. Red Countach keeps to the inside track, keeping his mind set on catching Sunstreaker. Mixer-less truck has no time to avoid the collision, but does at least attempt to make the the one wot did it to him regret it. Mixmaster crashes forcefully into EDC Racecar! EDC Racecar pulls ahead... White Lamborghini Countach guns his engine again, starting to pull closer to Rider, honking his horn loudly. Though not entirely built for track racing, the Lamborghini still puts up a good show. Flick has disconnected. Hovering Humvee rockets ahead of Motormaster as he's interrupted by the crash. Hindsight himself serves around to get away from the crash and spins around 3 times before stopping in the middle of the track. "Woah! They're tryin' to kill me!" EDC Racecar gives up on Mixmaster, and goes for Triage... A Dusty Trans Am is neck and neck with Trigger right now, his fishing pole jittering in his seat. Brox keeps up the commentary like an auctioneer on speed. "Rider pulls ahead of Breakdown to challenge Trigger for the lead -- watch out, that lady's dangerous! Breakdown holding a solid third with Sunstreaker and Sideswipe strung out right behind him. The rest of the pack seems to be hacing some trouble breaking free -- they're falling behind as the pack shifts around. OOH! We have a collision on the track, folks, that looked painful!" Boring Machine continues to advance, his spinning drill beginning to draw even with Motormaster. Mobile Defense Platform suddenly realizes that hey, ... Rider isn't an Autobot, it's a junkion, all the free for crashing into if he tries to go past her. A Dusty Trans Am says, "I think i can, i think i can, i think i can!" Medical Transport detects the approaching Racecar, "Hey, stay back, you could cause a serious accident you know" Black 18-Wheeler continues to pick up speed, weaving a bit around the trace as he does so, big ol' trailer swinging with his motions on the track and just taunting anyone nearby to try and start something with the massive semi. Flipping on some music as he goes, a loud wailing of Terran music coming from his cab. A bright yellow sports car pulls forwards towards Breakdown in front of him and attempts to edge him off the track, nudging him with his bonnet... Sunstreaker tries to ram into Breakdown, without much success. A Dusty Trans Am swivvels his optics toward Trigger, and continues racing. Red Countach's shudders under the speed he's testing himself to, quickly getting closer to his twin, still staying on the inside. EDC Racecar vrooms... Mixer-less truck, rather larger and heavier than the racecar, comes out of the mess in comparatively good shape, and risks speeding up his pace. Boring Machine pulls even with Motormaster, his drill spinning wildly. His engines groan in protest as he switches into an even higher gear but comply. Hovering Humvee moves forward again. "Hmmm.." His small little boosters flare sending him forward. Hindsight advances on the track and pulls up beside Sideswipe. His turrent swivels around in a full circle, "Hi!. Bye!" Hindsight's siderockets flare against sending him past Sideswipe. White Lamborghini Countach speeds up, using his non-environment-friendly system to cook up a large cloud of exhaust, his relative speed sending it billow at Sunstreaker. "Eat Smoke, Auto-JERK!" he shouts. A Dusty Trans Am screeches and weaves in the lanes, hoping Trigger won't ram him. "I'm Fragile!" he shouts. Brox presses the hair out of his eyes with his right hand, passing the microphone to the middle. "Got some swerving and sliding going on down there... track conditions look pretty tricky." The left head bellows, "Hey! Straighten up and race, y'morons!" EDC Racecar moves in towards Triage faster now, probably tying to knock him out of teh competition. Mobile Defense Platform shouts back, "Then you better not try to pass me or I will try to run you off this road!" Red Countach yells, "Hey! I'm not gettin' beat by you, Hindsight! Medical Transport says, "I wouldn't do that if I were you, I don;t know about EDC race cars, but I have a considerable amount of armour, so you'll just dent yourself...so like...give me space!" The racers speed around the track.... Current track positions: 20) Sideswipe (lap 1) 19) Hindsight (lap 1) Sunstreaker (lap 1) 18) Motormaster (lap 1) Interface (lap 1) 17) Triage (lap 1) 10) Mixmaster (lap 1) EDC Racecar (lap 1) 6) Rider (lap 2) 5) Breakdown (lap 2) 4) Trigger (lap 2) Red Countach roars after him, tires screeching loudly as Sideswipe hits overdrive. Mobile Defense Platform growls as she is suddenly passed, and swerves to the closest one, right ahead of her. Trigger crashes forcefully into Breakdown! Hovering Humvee cruises on. He darts in front of Sideswipe as soon as he pulls ahead. Over the squeal of engines you hear, a giggle? Medical Transport manages, in his panic to move away from both Mixmaster and the racecar...unfortunatly he's so intent on them he doesn't spot motormaster till he's crashing towards him... Mixer-less truck straightens out, and attempts to proceed along his way. A Dusty Trans Am takes the next curve masterfully, rocketboosters glaring. EDC Racecar vrooms louder, aand Vinny sticks his head out the window, yelling at the other cars. Red Countach growls audibly over his engine's roar, and drafts off the Humvee for several seconds before zooming past again. Is that laughter being heard? White Lamborghini Countach gets...sideswiped, as it were, calling out. "Ey! Watch it!" He swerves, trying to keep himself from going off the track. Boring Machine engines growl loudly as the treads tear across the racing surface, sunlight glints off the steel siding on him. He cannot seem to advance beyond Motormaster, but instead rides in the slip stream created by the huge truck, alowing for a bit of extra speed. A bright yellow sports car starts to pull over into an unoccupied part of the track, hoping to pull forward and sideswipe Breakdown into the wall...Streaker accelerates, engine and motor straining to capacity and beyond...he is forced to pull further out as Trigger collides with his target BUT...one second, Sunstreaker is tearing along the outer track, then next he has been flipped into the air along with a bang that sounded suspicously like his tyres going all at once. He flips into a cartwheel and crashes off the track! Triage tries to ram into Motormaster, without much success. Mobile Defense Platform has absolutely no qualms with running into a Stunticon, growling fiercly as she tries to pick up her speed again after the sideswiping event. Brox exclaims, "Whoo! And Rider breaks free to take the lead as they round the track for the first time! Trigger looks a little startled there -- whoa, Break down just passed too... no, nevermind, he got smacked. Sideswipe's the next closest to our leaders in fourth place, Hindsight and Sunstreaker tied for fifth right behind him. Motormaster and Interface tied for seventh right on their tails, then Triage brings up the rear of the pack, and we have Mixmaster and Ramirez trailing. Probably still trying to recover from that bobble back there. EDC Racecar vrooms as he accelerates, moving up... A Dusty Trans Am guns it on the straightaway, pulling ahead of the pack, punkmusic blaring. A bright yellow sports car rolls over a few times in the central reservation, then shudders to a halt as clouds of dust spring into the air... Sunstreaker removes himself from the race roster. EDC Racecar suddenly swerves over towards Mixmaster, hoping to scare him abck a little... Hovering Humvee's headlights blinks a moment as Sideswipe smoothly passes him, "Hey!" The Humvee grumbles, "Cheater..." He pulls out into traffic and along side Sunstreaker. Sunstreaker has disconnected. A Dusty Trans Am shudders a bit, trying to remain in control, but does it easily, and takes the next curve very well, downshifting and straightening himself out before employing the use of his boosters again. Black 18-Wheeler maintains his place around middle of the racers, picking up speed as a yellow Autobot begins to come into range. He chuckles to himself, as a little Autobot bounces off his trailer rear without so much as a quiver from the semi. Charging forward, Sunny starts to appear in his grill, but then disppears off the track, causing an even louder burst of laughter. Continuing on, he searchs for another target. Mixer-less truck stays the course. Is he convinced that the human would never be so foolish as to risk another crash? Motormaster tries to ram into Hindsight, without much success. EDC Racecar moves up, and Vinny dissapears into the car, appearing a minute later with a can of coke in his hand... he absently lets it all fly behind him.. "Whoops!" Hovering Humvee was right next to Sunstreaker. he lets out a soft 'uh oh' as the big truck advances on him, "Hey! Watch it ya big dork!" Medical Transport misses Motormaster, as the big 18-Wheeler pulls off to try for another car, "Thank goodness for that..thanks for getting out the way motormaster...oh wait he's a Decepticon..." EDC Racecar pulls up.. Brox yells, "Whoa! Got an accident on the track down there -- Sunstreaker's out of things! A lot! Emergency crews are running out onto the track now." His left head adds commentary, "Y'know, I don't think I've ever heard such a horrible mix of different music in my life. Wow, what's wrong with Earth, heh?" -- eliciting chuckles from various representatives of other planets. White Lamborghini Countach, his disorientation ceasing, tries to keep his place. "Aren't getting rid of me THAT easily..." he exclaims, blaring his horn once more. Mentally pausing to check his position, he looks to be ready to crash into something. A Dusty Trans Am eases back on the boosters on the straightaway again, going for the more conservative approach and taking various camera shots, like right next to the wheel. Red Countach tears after Rider as fast as his tires can't handle, and farther then his engine can go. He's obviously pushing himself past the limits, but he doesn't seem to mind. Mixmaster receives a radio transmission. EDC Racecar pulls around, hitting a bumpy spot, but staying at a constant speed... The racers speed around the track.... Current track positions: 16) Mixmaster (lap 1) EDC Racecar (lap 1) 15) Rider (lap 2) 8) Sideswipe (lap 2) Trigger (lap 2) 6) Hindsight (lap 2) 5) Breakdown (lap 2) 4) Interface (lap 2) 2) Motormaster (lap 2) 1) Triage (lap 2) Hovering Humvee spins around slowly as he's nudged by Motormaster, "ACK!" Hindsight spins around, his end dipping into the track and causing him to flip forward. Hindsight flips forward as Motormaster speeds on. The flipping Hindsight transforms in mid air and lands on Motormaster's cab. He blinks, "Woah!" Mobile Defense Platform zooms right on by Breakdown and snarls as Rider is ahead of her now... and Sideswipe right behind her. EDC Racecar heads to ram Rider... EDC Racecar crashes forcefully into Rider! Mixer-less truck doesn't respond to the radio message, but suddenly pulls to a near-stop, directly in front of the oncoming rider. Rider transmits a message via radio to FX. Hovering Humvee looks around for a moment then grins. He leaps off Motormaster's cab and transforms in midair landing in vehicle mode back in the race, "WOO!" Mixmaster tries to ram into EDC Racecar, without much success. Boring Machine pulls out of the slip stream and advaces past the huge semi, his moving treads bringing him up behind Breakdown now. Bushido has partially disconnected. EDC Racecar pulls outta teh way of Mixxy, and pulls it full-throttle to avoid another near-colission... Mobile Defense Platform swerves wildly, seeing the upcoming wolfpack and searching for the safest way to get through it, wincing as Rider gets struck far on up ahead. She concentrates everything now on just keeping ahead of Sideswipe. Red Countach takes notice of the other threat, Trigger, but avoids her, reusing his stragety of the inside track. Cunning, isn't it? Brox shakes his head. "Rider taking a *decisive* lead as he comes up ready to lap Mixmaster and Ramirez -- someone stop that boy, he's smokin'! Sideswipe draws even with Trigger for a distant second. Hindsight, Breakdown and Interface are string out right behind for forth, fifth and sixth, then a bit of a gap between interface as Motormaster lags behind, barely holding his lead over Triage." Mobile Defense Platform is fast enough not to have to rely on the inside track, hah. A Dusty Trans Am squeals off the road, and tries to come back quickly, but his boosters won't engage, all you hear is a soft *clickclickclick, clickclickclick* Mixer-less truck, fortunately or unfortunately, has his target narrowly taken from him by the human. Pity; it would've been a classic hammer- and-anvil tactic, had it worked. White Lamborghini Countach would appear lost, were it possible for a car to appear lost. Figuring out where he is again, he speeds up, trying to tailegate Hindsight. Breakdown tries to ram into Hindsight, without much success. Medical Transport takes it easy, albiet fast and easy, continueing his, no attack approach Hovering Humvee bobs on the track for a second as he lands, then rockets forward, not even realizing he almost got rammed. A Dusty Trans Am pulls back out onto the road under manual devices, shifting slowly to get back up to speed. Black 18-Wheeler finally completes his first lap, and once he's done so, decides to shift into 2nd gear. The rumble of his engine grows deeper, pushing himself forward at still a casual pace. Knowing he won't win for speed, he decides to enjoy himself instead. Checking the rear-view mirror, he spots someone unfamiliar on his tail. Using an old, but still worthwhile manuever, he lines up his trailer with the car's hood, and just slams on his brakes. Motormaster crashes forcefully into Triage! Boring Machine veers a bit to avoid Breakdown, but continues to advace, his drill spins quickly as it cuts through the air. Medical Transport comes smacking to a halt, "HEY! Red Countach isn't fast enough, but keeps up his pace and his position. White Lamborghini Countach gets his paint scorched by Hindsight's rockets, now having black-on-white. He grunts, slowing down slightly. EDC Racecar pulls up towards the back area of the whole grouping of cars, moving fast althought not doing too well... Rising up off the ground, the Transport unfolds slowly to form a bulky 24 foot robot. Mixer-less truck pulls back into the race, now ahead of the racecar rather than neck-and-neck. Triage kicks out at motormaster, his temper getting the better of him Triage tries to ram into Motormaster, without much success. Brox interjects suddenly, "Ow! Ramirez slammed on the brakes or somethin' and just crunched our leader... that's not gonna help. -- And in the back of the field, we've got another backup as Triage crashes into Motormaster's backside..." the left head yells, "Learn to DRIVE!" Hovering Humvee's turrent swivels around in a complete circle. Oblivious to all the crashes, Hindsight mearly speeds on, "Wee, this is fun." Triage falls slap bang on his aft, missing Motormaster as the lousy con pulls away. The racers speed around the track.... Current track positions: 20) Mixmaster (lap 1) 16) Trigger (lap 2) 15) Sideswipe (lap 2) Rider (lap 2) 14) Hindsight (lap 2) 10) Breakdown (lap 2) Interface (lap 2) 6) Motormaster (lap 2) 1) EDC Racecar (lap 2) Triage (lap 2) Folding up and slowly lowering himself to the ground, Triage transforms into his Medical Transport mode. The crunch a satisfying noise to his ears, the large semi quickly starts forward after bashing in the fore of the transport, losing just a little of his position as he accellerates back to near his position. EDC Racecar pulls aead quickly, movign as far awayy from Triage as possible... Medical Transport starts going just as the EDC racer pulls up level with him. Triage receives a radio transmission. Mobile Defense Platform whistles as she pulls ahead, attempting her best to hold the lead, although she has that blasted Junkion and Sideswipe on her tale. She weaves back and forth in front of them, flashing her lights. A Dusty Trans Am narrows his... headlights... and pulls his boosters about to full strength. Mixer-less truck takes enough time on the turn that the racecar actually gains on him. Triage transmits a message via radio. EDC Racecar pulls up, Vinny intent on the race. Red Countach grins internally as Rider is taken out, and guns his engine, in hot pursuit of Trigger. Medical Transport pulls off, concentrating more on avoiding people still Boring Machine engines roar loudly as he manages to pull even with Breakdown. He strains to move master, as his treads continue to gain traction on the racing surface. Hovering Humvee sees a car up ahead. He decides to pass it. hindsight pulls up behind Breakdown, "Hello! I'm going to pass you now." Hindsight veers to the left and pulls up alongside Breakdown. Mobile Defense Platform takes to the middle of the track, finding a comfortable pace well near 300mph. Brox chatters on, "Trigger takes advantage of the accident up ahead and zooms back into the lead! Sideswipe and Rider are still right behind her, though... Hindsight a close fourth, and the rest of the field trailing. Is Mixmaster even gonna complete his first lap before he gets passed again?" The left head snickers. A Dusty Trans Am easily pulls by sideswipe with the aid of his rocket boosters, 'Fight till you die' being blared through his system, and he shows no sign of stopping any time soon. Black 18-Wheeler grumbles internally as the track before him is bare, no one to force off the road or compact into a cube of metallic refuse. Having nothing else to entertain himself on, he regains speed in an attempt to catch up with the other racers, more steel to trample beneath his tires. White Lamborghini Countach growls, not taking kindly to being fifth. "Shaddup!" he shouts, using his advanced driving skills in an attempt to sideswipe Hindsight. "You don't even have WHEELS!" There's cheering from the stands. Red Countach keeps rumbling loudly, not about to lose his position he worked for to a Junkion. He plays with death, and comes dangerously close to the Trans Am, but being careful not to hit him. EDC Racecar vrooms up, cleanly and calmy, for a car travelling at over 100 mph's. Boring Machine strains ahead, engines roaring. He speeds up a little and attempts to gain the inside track. His drill continues to spin, cutting the air a bit and reducing his drag resistance. White Lamborghini Countach, finding that poses and positions are different, doesn't really make it to Hindsight. Brox notes, "Seems like everyone's recovering now as the pack thins out." Mixer-less truck rolls along, now in dead last. Where's Hook, or, better yey, Ravage, when he needs them? The racers speed around the track.... Current track positions: 18) Breakdown (lap 2) 17) Interface (lap 2) 13) Motormaster (lap 2) 9) EDC Racecar (lap 2) 8) Triage (lap 2) 6) Mixmaster (lap 2) 5) Trigger (lap 3) 4) Rider (lap 3) 2) Sideswipe (lap 3) Hindsight (lap 3) Mobile Defense Platform yells out at Mixmaster, "Move out of the way I'm coming through!!!" EDC Racecar watches a people pull ahead, and moves up behind Triage, obviously not planning to ram. Mixer-less truck doesn't really even have to; he's further inward, compared to Trigger. Hovering Humvee's headlights blink, "I don't?" He cruises on ahead of Breakdown. His swerving pretty much stopping, though he doesn't slow down as he thinks about it. "Hmmm.... Wait! I hover, I don't need wheels!" Hindsight cruises on again. Boring Machine's hits a patch of water and hydroplanes for a second, dragging him behind Breakdown again. His engines growl in defiance, but there's little he can do. A Dusty Trans Am squeals around the track, easily pulling ahead ofsideswipe, his record player has shifted from Punk to German Techno, Rammstien can be heard blasting through. Brox chuckles, "Hey! Mixmaster did manage to make it to the second lap before getting caught -- but it doesn't look like Trigger's gonna let things stay that way! Rider seems to've caught up with himself and is in a close second again, with Sideswipe and hindsight battling for third!" Medical Transport relaxes, confident he isn't about to get smacked into by another rude Deceptcon just yet Mobile Defense Platform pulls away from the lime green thingy, not about to ram into him or risk it at all. EDC Racecar moves up, revving his engines, and shifting around the track. Hovering Humvee is, apparently, next to Sideswipe. "Hi Sideswipe!" Red Countach yells a loud, nasty curse as Rider passes him, unheard due to the engines and roar of the crowd. He throws caution to hell and screams after Rider, fully intending to ram his fender. EDC Racecar moves around.. A Dusty Trans Am encroaches on Trigger, trying to drag some wind off her tail ( hrm. ) he gains a bit of speed and tries to pull up beside her. The embankment comes and he is forced to pull off and try again. Red Countach isn't fast enough, though, so he only ends up trying to catch up to the speedy Trans Am. White Lamborghini Countach grevs, which sounds like an odd combination of an engine growling. He tries to speed up, figuring that, even if he can't win, he can at LEAST cause some damage. Getting annoyed, he uses his exhaust pipe to release more smoke, trying to make it less pleasent for those behind him. Hovering Humvee says, "Um... Bye Sideswipe." Hindsight wobbles a bit in a makeshift shrugs as Sideswipe moves forward to ram." Brox continues, "Breakdown and Interface trail a short distance behind in fifth and sixth place... Motormaster's all by himself--" interjects the left, "KEEP IT THAT WAY!" Back to the right head, "Ramirez and Triage are a few lengths behind, with Mixmaster still trailing and about to get lapped." He tosses the microphone to his left hand and wipes off the middle on his shirt. Mixer-less truck's sights are on Triage, in front of him, but he seems to be satisfied with racing peacefully. For now. Boring Machine yells something toward the cruising autobot's in third and fourth, but his voice is lost in the noise. Black 18-Wheeler finds himself still alone amidst the racers, not one of the speed demons and yet not one of the pathetic losers stuck near the end and getting lapped. For a brief moment, he ponders a self-inflicted jackknife just to screw everyone over as he blocks the road.. but that idea fades just as fast as it came, as more damage can be done while both vehicles are in motion. So he keeps on truckin', hoping for some fool to fall into his range. EDC Racecar moves around.. The racers speed around the track.... Current track positions: 17) EDC Racecar (lap 2) 15) Triage (lap 2) 14) Trigger (lap 3) 12) Mixmaster (lap 2) Rider (lap 3) 9) Hindsight (lap 3) 8) Sideswipe (lap 3) 5) Breakdown (lap 3) 3) Interface (lap 3) 1) Motormaster (lap 3) Hovering Humvee spins his turrent around again and checks his fuel for his rockets. Still holding pretty good. Hindsight cruises next to Sideswipe and, oblivious to the feirce compitition, tries to strike up a conversation, "Boy, glad you talked me into entering, this is fun." Mobile Defense Platform pulls up and around Mixmaster, beind oddly silent aside from the roar of her engines, just concentrating on getting around the track as she swerves around a corner, taking it wide, her armor gleaming brightly. A Dusty Trans Am blasts around the corner, trying a sneaky move to takeover first again. EDC Racecar moves forward, other cars moving around him... Medical Transport spots Trigger coming up behind him, "Hey, weren't you in the water last time I...oh never mind, looks like yer fast. Good luck." Boring Machine is unable to pull ahead of Breakdown, actually losing some track as the car pulls out farther. He grumbles something about flashy sport cars and guns his engines, trying to make up the lost space. Red Countach mentally baps himself, and tries to plow into Hindsight, out of pure anger, or perhaps just stupidity. Mixer-less truck is unable to do anything while an Autobot laps him, but that hardly forces him to just sit by while a second car does. Out of sheer malice -- he's got no chance of placing at this point -- he veers into Rider's path. Sideswipe crashes forcefully into Hindsight! Mixmaster crashes forcefully into Rider! A Dusty Trans Am misses Mixer-less truck with his ram attack. White Lamborghini Countach lets out smoke from his exhaust pipe for several minutes before stopping, feeling it futile. "Slaggit..." Brox yells, "Trigger manages to increase her lead by a length, passing Mixmaster as Rider draws even. Hindsight and Sideswipe trail a few lengths behind him, head-to-tail, with the rest of the pack strung out evenly behind." Hovering Humvee spins around as Sideswipe crashes into him, "Hey.....!" SLAM!!! Hindsight crashes into the wall and sits there on his cushin of air for a moment, "That... DORK!" Boring Machine guns his engines hard, trying to take advantage of the crashes ahead. His tracks seem to fly along as he runs around one of the curves. Red Countach smacks into Hindsight's side, and shoots ahead of him, cackling madly as he goes. EDC Racecar moves up.. Vinny sticks his head out the window, and waves to some of the people watching.. a new cigarette in his mouth... Brox yelps, "Yow! Got a few more collisions down there -- watch where you're going, people!" The left head snorts, "I think they're doing it on purpose," as he reaches for a glass of water with his middle hand. Triage transmits a message via radio. Hovering Humvee swivels his turrent around and grrrs, that's his engine, "That measy little red... car... thingy..." Hindsight pulls back into the race, "Come back here Sideswipe!" A Dusty Trans Am skids and collides into a couple waterbarrels. Mixer-less truck pulls off in enough time to avoid a revenge-blow, although not comfortably. Vincent Ramirez, being the only squishy-er, human in the race, is having a good time, swerving his EDC racer around, while still managing to stay in position.. Mobile Defense Platform makes sure to give everyone on the track plenty of clearance as she moves. Hovering Humvee guns his engine and pulls up behind Sideswipe, "Grrr...." Medical Transport makes sure to give Trigger enough clearance to pass him. White Lamborghini Countach tries to get a bead on Sideswipe, in an attempt to rear end him, countach-to-countach. He shouts out to him. "Hey, Auto-Brat! Get a new paintjob, and you'd at least look decent!" Red Countach calls back over the dozens of sounds. "Fat chance, Rocketbot. Later!" That said, another burst of speed puts him even farther from Hindsight, but not any closer to the next opponent. Nucleon does wonders for this 'bot, yessir. The racers speed around the track.... Current track positions: 16) Mixmaster (lap 2) 14) Breakdown (lap 3) 12) Sideswipe (lap 3) Rider (lap 3) 9) Interface (lap 3) Hindsight (lap 3) 7) Motormaster (lap 3) 5) EDC Racecar (lap 3) 3) Trigger (lap 4) 2) Triage (lap 3) A Dusty Trans Am pulls back into the race, boosters blaring. EDC Racecar moves up through the ranks, now concentrating on the race.. he's right behind that mobile.. platform.. thingy.. Vinny tosses the cigarette out da window. Hovering Humvee grrrs as Sideswipe pulls ahead. He points his turrent at Interface, "Did you see what that dork did?" White Lamborghini Countach yeeeeeHAWS!, passing both Rider and Sideswipe. "ROCK'N'ROLLLLL!" he shouts, engine gunning loudly. Mixer-less truck is now behind everyone, but at least has only been lapped by one contestant. Mobile Defense Platform zooms right on past Triage, still making no sounds other than those of her engines, obviously concentrating greatly on the track ahead of her. She raises her wingspars and slides them back so that they no longer stick out to the side and as she rounds the next turn, she pulls in tightly, sending up a shower of sparks as her left side comes in contact for a few seconds with the road. Boring Machine doesn't bother to respond to the autobot, all of his efforts seem to be pouring into his racing. Red Countach growls over his engine as the Stunticon passes him, going back to the inside track and plotting his next move, still hitting about 270mph, or faster. Hovering Humvee wobbles in a shrug, not waiting for an answer. He pulls ahead of Interface and heads after Sideswipe. Could it possible be, that he's taking this thing personal? Brox splashes the water over his right head, shaking vigorously as he yells, "Trigger hits her last lap with Breakdown a distant second, still trying to get past Mixmaster, while Sideswipe and Rider battle it out for third! Interface and Hindsight are tied for fifth a few lengths behind, and Motormaster and Ramirez trail." Medical Transport continues speeding round, following Trigger, and notices the sparks coming off her, "Hey, you remember to come get that scratch repaired..." Mixer-less truck cruises right along ... Mobile Defense Platform laughs for a moment hearing that, "I'll be sure to, thank-you, Triage!" A Dusty Trans Am makes a humming sound as his tires roll over the concrete ( or whatever ), he squeals around the next corner, just avoiding crashing, his game is going down a bit, from being crahsed into twice. Hovering Humvee checks his fuel for his rocket pods again, uh oh, only enough left for one last burst. Hindsight uses it and fires his rockets! BOOOOOM!!!!!! White Lamborghini Countach cackles, swerving back and forth, at least a couple of lengths in front of the two vying for third. He tries to pass Mixmaster, not being careful to avoid him. "Outa the road, punk!" Medical Transport starts his sirens going, happy that an Autobot will win this race Boring Machine advances into positions right beside Hindsight, his engines roar loudly as he aims for the inside track. His treads move so fast that they blurr as you look at them. He yells loudly as he tries to move ahead of Hindsight. Mobile Defense Platform still has quite a ways to go, but is pulling for all she's worth now. The racers speed around the track.... Current track positions: 20) Sideswipe (lap 3) 19) Rider (lap 3) 16) Hindsight (lap 3) 14) Interface (lap 3) 13) Motormaster (lap 3) 12) EDC Racecar (lap 3) 10) Trigger (lap 4) 8) Triage (lap 3) 2) Mixmaster (lap 3) 1) Breakdown (lap 4) The rocket on Hindsight's left side explodes, flipping him over into the air several times before he lands on the ground HARD. SLAM! Hindsight lands on hi roof. his turrent that he loves to swivel being flattened. Hindsight lays there in the road for a moment before announcing to the entire racetrack, "Ow." Mixer-less truck slows down momentarily as a broadband transmission comes across. His engine sputters out the anguish of the righteously indignant, as well as the overheated. Black 18-Wheeler starts to drive a bit more serious as he notices cars both coming up on him in the near future, and cars not too far off in the distance. Engine rumbling with power, he shifts another gear, waiting to see how his luck unfolds for possible victims. Triage transmits a message via radio to Hindsight. Hindsight receives a radio transmission. Red Countach whees as being a lush pays off, and a burst of speed hits his systems, sending him flying ahead of Rider. Mobile Defense Platform keeps up her lead, praying to Primus that she can only make it the last bit of distance. She turns on her headlights, obviously beginnning to get a bit paranoid that she might miss a turn if she's not concentrating fully on the road and the side of the road aside her as it becomes merely a blurr of color. Boring Machine yells as the car speeds past him once again, but then cackles as it is hit and he manages to advance once more. It's a wonder that his blocky form is able to go this fast as it is. A Dusty Trans Am pours on the gas, hoping he won't run out. He blasts down the straightaway, looking to outdistance sideswipe and breakdown and challenge trigger for his position back. Hovering Humvee transforms and rises, "Ow..." He shakes his head, "Grrr...." White Lamborghini Countach keeps track of Trigger with his now popped- up-headlights, making sure not to lose his only competition. He tries to pass the lagged Mixmaster and Triage. "I SAID, outa the way!" he shouts. Mixer-less truck holds off being lapped again for another minute or so. Brox announces, "Trigger pulls around the midpoint curve with a solid NINE LENGTH lead over Breakdown in second! Sideswipe's right behind him in third with Rider on his tail in fourth. Hindsight lags and falls back several lengths to fifth, Interface a little behind him in sixth, just barely ahead of Motormaster in seventh and Ramirez in eighth. Triage trails, and Mixmaster's just... wow, that's really far behind." Hindsight transmits a message via radio to Triage. Triage receives a radio transmission. Outsider just looked at you. Black 18-Wheeler is in luck, finding someone coming into view in front of him. Pushing his acceleration, he moves forward towards Interface. The horn atop his cab bellows it's low ominous wail as Interface's rear view fills up with the imposing grill and cab... Hindsight looks around, "Um..." He looks the wrong way down the track and sees Motormaster coming at him, "Uh oh..." Red Countach manuvers around Mixmaster, then drafts off Triage for a few seconds before zipping in front of him, trying to gain as much speed as he can on Breakdown. Motormaster crashes forcefully into Interface! White Lamborghini Countach tries to keep Sideswipe from passing him, swerving over to try to get in front of him, and STAY in front of him. Hindsight's eyes widen as the mass that is the tangled Interface and Motormaster comes at him, "ACK!" He quickly transforms and speeds down the track so he's not flattened, again. Rumble finds his way in eventually and finds a seat. Boring Machine's rear end rebounds as the semi rear-ends him. He swerves violently as he tries to regain control. He yells loudly as the semi speeds past him, but is unable to make up the distance. Medical Transport spots 2 Cons coming up behind him, "Great, and I thought Sideswipe would be the only thing I'd have to keep from scraping me" Mixer-less truck is so far behind the pile-up that he doesn't even have to worry. A mixed ... ah, blessing? Red Countach grrrs, keeping himself on the road while making attempts to pass Breakdown. He finds this very complicated, but keeps at it, focused as always. A Dusty Trans Am rounds the bend and tries to get ahead of sideswipe by dragging some of his air and shooting his boosters early. Boring Machine guns his engines powerfully, all his sights set on ripping apart the truck in the distance. Hovering Humvee pulls up behind Rider, his going is slower than usual thanks to his ruined left side... Actually, his going is pretty damn sad. he just kinda chugs along. Mobile Defense Platform is very greatful there aren't any suicidal taxis this time through the race that can be turned into roadpizza. White Lamborghini Countach keeps trying to gain on Mixmaster, becoming annoyed with his inability to get out of the way. Red Countach yells at Rider, "Hey! Don't try and take some of MY road, Junkion!" and rudely cuts him off. Road Rage builds.. Brox comments, "Looks like Hindsight's running out of steam there..." The left head adds, "Yeah! Stay outta the watter if ya can't swim, ya JERK!" Brox's left hand steals the glass of water and chucks it into his left head's face. The racers speed around the track.... Current track positions: 20) EDC Racecar (lap 3) 18) Motormaster (lap 3) Trigger (lap 4) 15) Triage (lap 3) 14) Interface (lap 3) 9) Breakdown (lap 4) 8) Mixmaster (lap 3) Sideswipe (lap 4) Rider (lap 4) 4) Hindsight (lap 4) Black 18-Wheeler doesn't play favorites when it comes to getting an upclose view of his grill, having no problems with pushing a fellow Con out of the way forcefully so that he can pass. His horn bellows again, almost a mocking laugh, as the trailer speeds past the boring, or at least less-than-interesting, machine. Hovering Humvee wonders where that voice is coming from, "Hey! I'll blow you up and see how fast you go!" He keeps on going though. His turrent no longer swiveling 'cause it's, crushed. Brox screams, "And DOWN THE STRETCH SHE COMES! Trigger blazes down the track, drawing even with Motormaster -- uh-oh -- as she tries to claim the victory!" Boring Machine falls way behind the pack. He groans in frustration as a number of new cars pass by him. He mumbles something about stupid stunticons betraying their faction, but it is lost in the wind. Red Countach growls at Mixmaster, trying to move out in front of him, while trying at the same time to fend off Rider from passing him. A Dusty Trans Am pulls in, right next to sideswipe, he gives him a little love tap and pours on the boosters. Mixer-less truck finally falls behind Breakdown without so much as a challenge. But, who's this coming up next to him? An ... Autobot? Medical Transport "Woohoo, no cons sneaking up behind me... Mobile Defense Platform gahs, swerving as far from the impossibly big trailer as she can, attempting to get ahead of him without attracting too much attention. Medical Transport doesn't seem to care about loosing the race Brox continues, "Breakdown is still a distant second with Sideswipe and Rider tangled with Mixmaster and fighting for third. Hindsight is all by himself in fourth, Ramirez a distant fifth and Motormaster sixth as Trigger attempts to lap him." Red Countach thinks. o 0 (Great, a 'con on one side, and a Junk on the other. Ah well, I could've been Sunstreaker.) as he roars along. Black 18-Wheeler can't pass up this opportunity... the pussycat platform coming up nearby him as she nears the race's end. His engine gives a taunting roar as he watches Trigger draw near... closer... closer... then cuts across sharply, trying to drive her from the road. Motormaster crashes forcefully into Trigger! Medical Transport spots interface..."Oh wait a second...thats no bot...oh great here we go. Look if you don't smack into me I won't bother you" Hovering Humvee grumbles as he cruises on slowly, as least compared to the others, he's still going pretty fast. Mobile Defense Platform is sent spinning across the road, and right off of it. She snarls and once she's righted up, attempts to retake her place in the race. Boring Machine has had enough of crashing into other players for the moment, he simply tries to get past Triage. EDC Racecar looks like it's on fire! Mixer-less truck has no time to pull any dirty tricks as he is passed. A Dusty Trans Am glares a bit and gets his determination back and pours even more energon into his boosters, tires humming. EDC Racecar pulls off the road, flipping over once... the whole car bursts into flames.. Vinny jumps out. Vincent Ramirez jumps out of the way of the flaming car. White Lamborghini Countach grunts at his relative position, glad to be in second, but still feeling it ...just not right. He tries to pull up to Interface, engine making vroooooooooming sounds. Red Countach is equally determined, dumping everything he has into his engine; weapons, etc.. A Dusty Trans Am hits a bump and nearly swerves into sideswipe! Boring Machine engines roar as he attempts to keep ahead of Breakdown. He be lapped in this race. Brox peers over the edge of the balcony, "Hey, did the Autobot leader jump in there? --no wait, it's just a regular flaming car. Someone put that out! Is the driver all right?" Hovering Humvee skips trying to win, and goes to trying to make sure a Bot'll win. He guns his engines to maximum and lurches, painfully foward behind Rider, "Hey, dork!" Hindsight tries to get all the speed he can and nudge Rider. Mobile Defense Platform lurches forward, not about to be cheated out of the race yet. Black 18-Wheeler gives a deep rumble of laughter as the first place Autobot is forced from the road, no matter how temporarily. He finds further amusement as the fleshy loses control of his car all by his lonesome. They never could drive decently. He speeds past the wreckage, only disppointed by the lack of that oh-so-delicous charred flesh and burnt hair smell. Hovering Humvee sighs as he can't catch up, "Dangit." Brox's right head winces as the left takes over, "Trigger looks out of it for the moment -- that smack from Motormaster looks like it hurt!" The racers speed around the track.... Current track positions: 20) Interface (lap 3) 18) Trigger (lap 4) 17) Breakdown (lap 4) 16) Rider (lap 4) 15) Mixmaster (lap 3) 14) Sideswipe (lap 4) 10) Hindsight (lap 4) 3) Motormaster (lap 4) 1) Triage (lap 4) Mobile Defense Platform did get tossed back rather far, but she's going to keep going no matter what. Red Countach continues to battle Mixmaster in an attempt to pass him, but just can't get by the slow moving truck. "Dammit, if you signed up for this, you should race!" he calls angrily to Mixy. A Dusty Trans Am's booster blast worked! he pulls far ahead of sideswipe to challenge breakdown for his position back! he is determined to win - something-, something shiny to put on his armor, next to his cow magnet. Boring Machine groans as he speeds up, he's obviously not even going to do decent in this one. Medical Transport zips past Trigger, "Hey, why you back there..." then spots Motormaster ahead of him, "uess that answers that one..." Mobile Defense Platform mutters to herself, and bolts on forward, ".. that'd be a good guess." Brox pounds his left hand against the balcony rail as he passes the microphone back to his middle, both heads yelling in tandem, "Breakdown takes advantage of Trigger's bobble and comes up right on her tail! This is gonna be a close finish, folks! Rider's RIGHT behind him in third with Mixmaster sandwiched between him and Sideswipe in fourth. Hindsight is still falling behind but hangs onto fifth position." Mixer-less truck continues as he was, with no explanation. Not all that talkative today, is he? Red Countach isn't about to let himself be beat by a Junkion, and BURNS rubber after him, litterally. Small puffs of smoke can barely be seen coming from Sideswipe's tires as he heads after Rider. Black 18-Wheeler crosses the lap marker again, feeling rather good after seeing all the carnage on the road. If there's anything that can be a smile to his face, it's blood on the pavement. He spots that hovering vehicle before him again, accelerating towards it in a charging run. Hovering Humvee just chugs along by now his engine starts to sputter and cough. After a few seconds of this, the engine just stops. Hindsight hovers there in the middle of the track, not moving. "Um..." White Lamborghini Countach shouts behind him, trying to keep up with Trigger. "Oh no you don't, scrap for brains!" he shouts behind him, opening up his exhaust pipe again. He lets off a fast whiff of smoke, trying to blind him; He cuts it off once more, not wanting to look suspicious. A Dusty Trans Am blares by Vincent so quickly that he doesn't notice him. Hovering Humvee's rear breaks apart in legs. His front end splits and spreads out in his arms. The windshield folds down around everything else and locks as a head rises. Now stands Hindsight. Vincent Ramirez makes his way back to the hotel, semi-conscious.. Vincent Ramirez leaves through the west exit gates. Hindsight stands in the middles of the track and frowns, "Well this bites." Mixer-less truck looks set to finish, which, at least is more than some. Brox blinks. "Looks like Hindsight's taking himself out of the competition..." Triage transmits a message via radio. Hindsight receives a radio transmission. The racers speed around the track.... Current track positions: 20) Sideswipe (lap 4) 16) Hindsight (lap 4) 9) Motormaster (lap 4) 6) Triage (lap 4) Trigger (lap 5) Interface (lap 4) 5) Rider (lap 5) 4) Breakdown (lap 5) 2) Mixmaster (lap 4) Hindsight turns around looking around the track, "Now this -sucks-!" Red Countach just can't seem to get past the Mixer truck, and honks his horn and his headlights flash in protest. "Hey! Get off the road, slowpoke!" Boring Machine cruises along, pulling even with Trigger and Triage, his engines roaring madly. Brox shouts, "Trigger edges Breakdown off to take the win! And-- wait a minute, we have an upset -- Rider out of nowhere in second, edging Breakdown back to third as they hit the finish wire." Trigger receives a radio transmission. A Dusty Trans Am screams ahead of breakdown, heading right for Trigger, he narrows whatever he has to narrow, and pours on the juice... to finish second. Hindsight turns around and spots Motormaster coming right at him, "Um... uh oh..." Black 18-Wheeler chuckles to himself as the hovering Autobot transforms and just stands there, making himself a rather easy target. Since he's already lost, he sees no problem with keeping on heading around the track to at least cross the finish line.. but aims towards Hindsight as well. Mobile Defense Platform breaks across the finish line, laughing wildly as she pulls off the track and transforms, flipping herself through the air so that she lands quite a distance away, AWAY from the rest of the vehicles who might try to run over her as she slows. She lands and skids about twenty feet, her claws scraping over the ground. Jubiliantly, Trigger raises her head and lets out as loud of a screeching roar as possible. The flat surface on the base flips upwards as the avian like head of Trigger slides out from under it. The gun batteries twist and fold down into legs, while the forward section flickers and slides down to form her chest, bending as her legs reposition theselves from the sides of the craft, and finally her wings stand upright from her shoulders. Black 18-Wheeler misses Hindsight with his grasp attack. Boring Machine continues to cruise along, his engines roaring loudly as he moves past the transforming Trigger. Brox rattles off the remainder of the positions as the rest eventually cross the finish line. "Sideswipe takes a very close fourth, Hindsight fifth, Motormaster sixth, Triage and Interface tie for seventh, and Mixmaster dead last." A Dusty Trans Am squeals and slams on the breaks, doing a roll over and finally crashing in the form of Rider, the robot. Mixer-less truck pulls up to a slow halt, and walks off the track grumbling. The mixer-less truck undergoes an absurdly simple twist of the legs to reveal its true nature: that cackling Constructicon chemist, Mixmaster. Red Countach grrs as the race ends, and passes the finish line, coming to a slow halt off the track. White Lamborghini Countach SWEARS, though it's unintelligible from the rest of the sounds around him. He tries to catch up to Rider, only to end up taking third place. He revs up, car form leaping into the air; He transforms in mid-air, landing with one knee on the ground. The Countach shifts, twists, and folds, and within seconds the Stunticon Breakdown stands before you, twitching. Hindsight's eyes widen, "Ack!" Hindsight jumps away from the maniac Decepticon.he rolls over as he lands and Motormaster drives by. After a minute Hindsight gets to his feet and glares after the retreating Motormaster, "DORK!" Trigger bounces up and down, making odd chirping growly sounds of excitement. The sleek red lambourghini countach unfolds and shifts upright, bringing the robot mode of Sideswipe, Autobot warrior, into your view. Boring Machine cruises across the finish line. His engines roar loudly. Boring Machine slowls down and drives off the road, his drill slows to a halt as he himself does the same. With a sudden motion, the boring machine begins to unfold. The drill pushes back into a closing chest plate, and a head emerges from inside. Within moments, the Decepticon Interface is before you. Brox backs off to gulp down a liter of water for both heads as Gycony steps back up to the front of the balcony. "Congratulations to our winners," the casino-lord announces graciously. Now if the track can be cleared, we have the aerial competition up next. I recommend everyone stock up at our conveniently-located concession stands as the attendants set up the track." Trigger continues the bouncing, then goes to the rather undignified action of chasing her tail around and around in circles, jaw open. Sideswipe transforms, and shuffles over to Trigger, giving her a pat on the back, grinning weakly. "Nice job, Trigger." Trigger stops long enough to just grin. Bushido stands up from his sittting position by the camera vehicle, and begins to stretch his joints, preparing. Black 18-Wheeler rumbles across the finish line, rather disappointed at not getting to squash the Autobot speedbump, driving off the track before trnsforming. Moto's cab splits in two, trailer rising and locking into place as he shifts into robot mode. Breakdown slams his fist into his open palm, standing upright. "Slaggit...freaking Junkion. Coulda had second..." Rider cheers! Rodimus Prime applauds from his position in the shadows of the grandstand. Hindsight glares at the truck as it transforms into Motormaster. He stomps over to the big Con and glares at him, "You big dork, you didn't even try and swerve to avoid me!" Trigger grins and slowly makes her way toward the stands, prancing almost is about the only way you can describe her walk, with a look or more joy than she has ever been caught having. Rider says, "I knew i could do it!" Breakdown slams his fist into his palm again, considering ways of harming said Junkion in the future. He begins to walk toward the stands, grumbling under his breath. Sideswipe glances towards the center of the racetrack, not seeing his bro. He shrugs, "Guess he went to sulk in the hotel," and heads for the stands. Motormaster just looks at Hindsight for a minute, almost staring through the Autobot, without any visible sign of reaction. His gaze shifts briefly towards the official law enforcement officers around the stadium, then turns and walks silently towards the stands. Rider rushes over to Trigger. "Congratulations!" Bushido continues to stretch slowly, working each of his limbs carefully. Blitzwing trots down the stairs, "Can't we just GIVE the medal to me?" Sky Lynx has arrived. Swoop has arrived. Blades arrives from the hotel to the west. Spook has arrived. Hindsight grins, having scared off the big meany. He smiles and darts into the stands. Scur-Vee arrives from the hotel to the west. Bushido turns and picks up Starshine, yanking the point free of the ground. With one, fluid movement he returns it to his side. Blitzwing shrugs and sighes, "Well, I suppose if everyone wants to see themselves lose...." Spook walks down from the stands Blitzwing suddenly shifts and turns into a gleaming Russian MiG-25 Foxbat. Thrust glances at the bots racing and smirks."A birdy and a toy helicopter." Swoop walks in and stretches his joints. Spook's legs lock together and his head sinks into his shoulders. His leg jets slide up to become a portion of the newly appearing Spyjet's FTL drive. Leaping into the air, Swoop begins to fold as part of his chest comes up and meets his head forming the head of a Pterodactyl. His arms and legs begin folding into a more compact form, while wings unfold from behind him forming a Pterodactyl. Attendants wearing bright orange vests with "MONACUS CREW" plastered on the back rush out onto the track to erect gigantic guidepoles festooned with bright flags and beacon-lights. Scur-Vee leaps into the air, doubling over, parts shifting and bulging, huge sails popping out of his back and rotating into place as he grows many many times larger, until a huge space pirate ship floats before you! MiG-25 Foxbat emits to Thrust, "I feel the need...the need..." Blades transforms into his Helicopter mode. Spyjet says, "MAY THE DIVINE LORD OF ALL GIVE ME THE POWER TO GAIN HIM VICTORY!" Phantom falls in humbly behind the other racers, transforming. Thrust says, "FOR SPEED!!!!" Phantom hovers slowly into the sky. Large wings extend from his back and lock solidly into place. His arms are tucked close to his body as they fold in upon themselves, merging with his legs. The whine of powering turbines can be heard as his engines come online. His head is consumed by an extending nosecone completing the transformation. A battered F-14 streaks into the sky.... Thrust shifts and turns his body while making that cool Transformer changind effect and before you know it he has turned into his seeker form. Bushido walks slowly towards the starting area, his blue optics glowing calmly as he finds a spot to transform. Sky Lynx leaps off the perch and slams down onto the ground, unfurling his wings and stretching his limbs, "This will be pure academics indeed." Bushido folds forward, and begins to meld together. The wings on his back slide out to his sides as he transforms into a Space Fighter. Spyjet hovers to the start up line, extending his thrusters and powering his huge engines....which glow a whitish blue. Maroon Seeker Plane begins to rev up his engines creating a small roar. Battered F-14 keeps its wings swept out, engines idling noisily. Space Fighter lifts slowly off the ground as his hoverjets kick in. Junkion Spaceship hovers into position, his main rear thrusters glowing as he powers up for the race. Bushido transmits a message via radio to Phantom. Phantom receives a radio transmission from Bushido. Broadside has arrived. Maroon Seeker Plane emits."So this is the best the bots could offer?" Broadside smirks. "I'm gonna hate myself for this..." Phantom transmits a message via radio. Bushido receives a radio transmission from Phantom. Broadside reluctantly becomes a F-14 Tomcat. Eagle has arrived. Sky Lynx's glorious form bunches down into his sleek and awesome space shuttle mode. Ready to blast off into Primus knows where. Divebomb joins the race. F-14D Super Tomcat [Broadside] says, "Good luck, Bots." Broadside receives a radio transmission. Spyjet says, "LORD GALVATRON! MASTER OF ALL! I PLEDGE MY SOUL AND THE PAIN OF THIS RACE TO YOU! MAY ALL KNOW YOU AS THE ONE TRUE GOD!" Swoop joins the race. Broadside transmits a message via radio. Broadside transforms into his robot mode. Space Shuttle says, "As much as I despise reliquishing my more powerful and impressive form, my space shuttle mode posesses all my speed." Eagle comes to a hover, slowly beating his large wings. Broadside reluctantly becomes a F-14 Tomcat. Maroon Seeker Plane emits."Good job Spook." His engines begin the roar loudly. Space Fighter remains completely silent during all this bantering and yelling, quietly sorting his thoughts. Junkion Spaceship hovers in his starting position, tensly waiting for the race to begin. Pterodactyl flies over the the starting line, flapping his wings hovering. Spyjet powers his engines to full...planning on using up his manuevering thrusters, worthless in an atmosphere as an ace in the hole for the start of the race Battered F-14 ;s engines begin to whine louder. It rolls forward slightly, preparing to take off. A Large Huey says, "Hey, i'm just in this race to bust up a few 'cons. Not win, there isn't a way that i can win, so why bother? hehehehe." Space Shuttle fires up his main boosters and kick in his smaller hoverjets, lifting him but a few yards off the ground. F-14D Super Tomcat [Broadside]'s engines warm to a dull blow glow. Spyjet says, "Remember Decepticons! We fight for the Empire! Show no mercy to the Autobots!" Pterodactyl glares over at the spyjet. Divebomb receives a radio transmission. Eagle glances back at the stands and lets out a screech before refocusing his attentions on the track. Swoop transmits a message via radio to Blades. Blades receives a radio transmission. Blades transmits a message via radio to Swoop. Swoop receives a radio transmission. Pterodactyl chuckles and grins. Junkion Spaceship powers up his thrusters, a bright yellow glow emanating from the rectangular ports to his stern. Spyjet 's engines begin to glow white Space Fighter hovers in place...his main thruster beginning to glow. Pterodactyl spreads his wingspan, flapping ready to begin. MiG-25 Foxbat roars it's engines! Swoop receives a radio transmission from Trigger. F-14D Super Tomcat [Broadside] says, "Hey, Blitzjerk..." A Large Huey starts up his turbines. Maroon Seeker Plane roars his engines extremely loud. Current Race Participants: 1) Swoop 2) Blitzwing 3) Divebomb 4) Thrust 5) Scur-Vee 6) Blades 7) Broadside 8) Spook 9) Sky Lynx 10) Phantom 11) Bushido Swoop transmits a message via radio. MiG-25 Foxbat emits quickly, "Shaddup." Spyjet locks down all his externals. Making himself very aerodynamic Pterodactyl glares at the Cons along the starting line. Swoop has partially disconnected. F-14D Super Tomcat [Broadside] says, "Where's Astropain? To chicken?" A Large Huey snickers and hovers a foot or so above the ground. "heheh... Blitzjerk." MiG-25 Foxbat emits sarcasticly, "Yeah, that's it, yer pretty funny Broadsimp." Space Shuttle's thursters rumble loudly, sending a small shudder through the air towards the stands. Spyjet says, "Be Silent Autobot! You who's people crawl on the ground do not deserve the privlage of flight." Junkion Spaceship waits, tense and silent as he mentally prepares himself for the race. Maroon Seeker Plane emits."I'm gonna put this on my resume." Eagle hovers sedately, optics narrowed as he prepares for the race to begin. Spyjet pushes his engines to max....waiting for the order so he can jump to his full speed in one burst Space Shuttle says, "And everyone says I talk too much. Let's get this show on the road before the Decepticons bore me into a rest cycle!" Pterodactyl flaps between the spyjet and MiG-25 Foxbat. Brox steps back up to the balcony as the last guidepole is turned on in a flash of brilliant light. "All right, people, let's see if we can keep this a little more civilized, eh? We don't wanna see anyone fly flaming into the stands, right?" He waves across the track with his right hand. "You'll notice we've erected guidepoles to keep you in line with the track when you're in the air. No corner-cutting, or it's a disqualification. Now--" his left head joins in, "ARE YOU READY?" A Large Huey says, "Mostly!!" Junkion Spaceship test-fires his boosters, which ignite readily in a shower of yellow plasma to his rear. He leaves them on a low burn as he waits to launch. MiG-25 Foxbat says, "Yeah yeah, let's move!" A Large Huey snickers Junkion Spaceship says, "Aye!" Pterodactyl growls. Brox lifts the starter gun in his middle hand, holding it high. "On your marks! Get set!" *CRACK*! A Large Huey grumbles and mutters. "Those slaggin cons won't win a thing while im around." Junkion Spaceship launches out of the starting gate abruptly, firing both his rear boosters and kicking in his inertialess drive system to give him that extra boost of acceleration as he begins his race. Eagle takes off as soon as the signal is given like..well, a rocket- boosted eagle, back-mounted thrusters roaring as he lets out a screech. A Large Huey thunders his rotors and takes off! Battered F-14's nose dips down as its flaring afterburners shove the fighter forward violently. Rolling quickly along the tracks surface, it soon rises into the air, sweeping its wings back as it does. Quickly breaking Mach one, climbing up behind the other contestants. Maroon Seeker Plane lauches out of the gate keeping low tring to get to speed quickly. Space Fighter continues to hover quietly in place. His four wings beging to slide backwards...giving him a narrower frame. At the sudden yell from Brox his main thruster explodes to life, shooting him forwards and off the starting area. F-14D Super Tomcat [Broadside]'s engines flare as they kick him off the ground and he flips nap of Earth as he tries to stay in the pack. Spyjet FLARES his engines bursting out of his starting position....a massive sonic boom following him "FOR GALVATRON" MiG-25 Foxbat ignites both engines, acclerating quickly in the middle of the back, breaking mach 1. The racers speed around the track.... Current track positions: 12) Scur-Vee (lap 1) Spook (lap 1) Bushido (lap 1) 11) Blitzwing (lap 1) 10) Blades (lap 1) Sky Lynx (lap 1) Phantom (lap 1) 9) Divebomb (lap 1) Thrust (lap 1) Broadside (lap 1) 7) Swoop (lap 1) Space Shuttle's thrusters erupt and propell him forward, he archs up and levels off at the height of the guid poles, his thrusters suddenly cutm then BLAST him forward with a sudden burst of power Blades transmits a message via radio to Swoop. Swoop receives a radio transmission from Blades. Maroon Seeker Plane moves to draft Blitzwing tring to make him do his work for him. F-14D Super Tomcat [Broadside] gains speed, and tries to go lower as Thrust approaches, "Oh no you don't, jerk!" Spyjet blows by almost everyone as he flies to the lead position of the pack....pushing his engines hard and firing his retros behind him for extra oomph.... Eagle gapes his beak as he finds himself directly behind the protectobot, and wastes no time trying to pay him back for the last time they met. He puts more power into his thrusters to ram Blades from behind! Space Fighter rockets alongside of Spook, the flame from his thruster glowing white as he moves. He literally holds a neat and organized formation with his comrade as they move....... Divebomb tries to ram into Blades, without much success. Blades transmits a message via radio. Swoop receives a radio transmission. Brox rattles off names, falling back into announcer mode. "Scur-Vee, Spook and Bushido take an early lead with Blitzwing barely trailing. Blades, Sky Lynx, and Phantom lead the pack, with Divebomb, Thrust and Broadside crowding behind, and Swoop trailing." Space Shuttle archs to the left of Blades, not interested in injuring the smaller autobot while he blows him off the track. MiG-25 Foxbat continues to zoom in the middle of the pack, behind Spook, Bushido and Scur-Vee, but realitivly vacant from side to side... F-14D Super Tomcat [Broadside] cuts upwards suddenly, flaring his engines to try to clip Thrust. "Get outta my airflow!" Junkion Spaceship continues around the track in the lead, doing his best to keep ahead of the Decepticons around him as he keeps his boosters on full thrust, easily breaking mach 3, shockwaves emanating through the stadium. Broadside tries to ram into Thrust, without much success. Battered F-14 dips below the pack, spreading its wings and firing its afterburners as it banks sharply around the first corner. Maroon Seeker Plane pushes his engines hard has he doesn't get a great jump on things. He tflies fast and low tring to avoid Broadside. He drops under the jet and moves ahead. F-14D Super Tomcat [Broadside] worbbles behind, and chuckles. "Low and slow, Broadside, low and slow." Spyjet does his best to keep up with Scur-Vee...his engines burning white hot and rumbling loudly. Space Shuttle archs the corner smoothly, "Must not defeat these chaps too quickly ... that's no fun ...!" MiG-25 Foxbat acclerates to MACH 2.5, the roar of his russian twin turbines shaking the seats of the nearby spectators! A Large Huey pulls up behind blitzwing and turns and attempts to smash his rear rotors into his turbines, trying to slow him down at all, any would do. Blades tries to ram into Blitzwing, without much success. Maroon Seeker Plane hears the roar and tries to create one of his own has his engines begging to get to top speed. Junkion Spaceship fires his maneuvering thrusters and kicks in his repulsors to take the corner faster as he swings around it, keeping to the inside as he strains to pull ahead of Spook. Space Fighter continues to hold his position with Spook, his attention totally devoted to the race. Eagle snarls as the helicopter moves out of the way, quickly pulling into a roll to try and regain his lost speed. Pterodactyl flies faster frantically chasing the other competitors. MiG-25 Foxbat banks to the side, the Huey passing him harmlessly, he then accelerates to mach 2.8, leaving the poor chopper in the dust while emiting a cackle! F-14D Super Tomcat [Broadside] swings about the first pole finally, and accelerates down the first home strech. "Well, this has been fun." he grunts as he guns his engines faster. "Kepp up with the pack at least, maybe I can pull something out of my hat." Spyjet continues trying to pass the Starship...not wanting to risk a collision since he wants to keep his engines at max burn Battered F-14 sweeps its wings back once more as it banks into the straightaway. Pushing its engines hard and early, it slowly gains on the pack. Brox finds he doesn't have quite enough hands to cover all his ears, but he tries, still jabbering into the microphone. "Got a little bobbling going on out there, but no accidents so far..." The racers speed around the track.... Current track positions: 20) Blitzwing (lap 1) Phantom (lap 1) 18) Thrust (lap 1) 16) Blades (lap 1) 14) Swoop (lap 1) Broadside (lap 1) 13) Divebomb (lap 1) 5) Scur-Vee (lap 2) 4) Spook (lap 2) 2) Bushido (lap 2) 1) Sky Lynx (lap 2) Pterodactyl keeps flapping his large wings faster and faster trying to catch up to Divebomb and Thrust. Space Shuttle seems to have some difficulty getting his large body by Blades' whirling Blades, he cuts his engines slightly, trying to weave around the smaller bot without slamming into him. A Large Huey takes the corners horribly, but well enough, grunting to turn himself about after missing blitzwing, he eventually straightens himself out. Eagle quickly switches tactics, using his maneuverability to cut the corners as close as possible. Space Fighter falls behind, going into third place, however he continues to fly straight ahead, not making any hostile moves. Maroon Seeker Plane final kicks into gear has he weaves in and out of the pack. His engines roar loudly has he starts to swing around the poles. Spyjet growls as Scur-Vee pulls out ahead of him. He pushes his engines hard as he attempts to catch up. White flame spews out from his engines F-14D Super Tomcat [Broadside] woohoos, still in the pack, Swoop, Divebomb's behind us, keep a sharp optic out!" he guns his engines, hitting Mach 2 as he races around the first strch to try to catch up to Baldes. "Kepp it going, Broadside. Fast faster, wooohooo!" Brox leaps back into high-gear as the racers spread out. "Scur-Vee takes a single-length lead over Spook as they round the first lap together, with Bushido in third and Sky Lynx fourth not too far behind. Blitzwing and Phantom battle for fifth, Thrust trails in sixth, Blades seventh, and Swoop, Broadside and Divebomb lag behind the rest of the pack. Junkion Spaceship barely pulls ahead of Spook as he breaks into the second lap. Taking advantage of the straightaway he activates his inertialess drive again, and for a few seconds bursts ahead even faster, the white-hot plasma from his main thrusters bathing the area behind him in near-blinding light. Pterodactyl flies closer to Divebomb, following his lead getting close as possible to the corners and stays on the tail of the Predacon. Spyjet tries to manuever to fly under the massive junkion and come up on front of him on the other side Eagle screeches loudly at Swoop as he nears, "Out of my airspace, Dinobot!" Maroon Seeker Plane pushes his engines harder and harder waiting for the right moment to unleash all of his speed potential. A Large Huey isn't doing as bad as he thought, but is still significantly far enough behind the tagerts he wants to hit... but rushes up and takes a swing at an annoying seeker. Battered F-14 quickly shunts power from its useless weapons, gaining a quick burst of speed as it rolls sharply around another corner. Heedless of its own safety it maintains its maximum velocity through the turn. Or not. n/m heh. Pterodactyl growls as he increases his speed getting close enough to the Predacon, "Swoop say you go 'way!" as he shifts his weight slightly trying to crash into the eagle. Space Shuttle manages to weave around Blades and closes in on Bushido, "Well, I have no qualms about knocking this little chap out of my way! I suggest you move or be moved Decepticon! You're slowing me down! Swoop tries to ram into Divebomb, without much success. MiG-25 Foxbat has a temporary burnout in his right engine, but quickly lights it again, expecting to be in the same position, but he's dropped to 5th, with the Traitorus phantom beside him! F-14D Super Tomcat [Broadside] hits the first homestrech in order to try to start the second lap. "I can do it... I know I can... optics and sensors forwards, concentrate on the task. Move it, Broadside, move it!" MiG-25 Foxbat says, "Arrrgh!" Junkion Spaceship rounds the corner as Spook eeks up towarsd him; he takes a chance, and saves his maneuvering jets for later as he rounds the corner solely on the power of his still considerable repulsors. Eagle spirals away from the Dinobot, chuckling as he angles around him. Space Fighter ignores Sky Lynx's screeching. Simply putting more power to his engines as his body literally shrieks in acceleration. Space Shuttle turns on the heat and closes in on Bushido, inching his nose close to Bushido, taking some of the wind off his wings. The racers speed around the track.... Current track positions: 18) Swoop (lap 1) 16) Scur-Vee (lap 2) 15) Spook (lap 2) 14) Bushido (lap 2) 11) Sky Lynx (lap 2) 10) Phantom (lap 2) 9) Blitzwing (lap 2) Thrust (lap 2) 4) Blades (lap 2) Broadside (lap 2) 1) Divebomb (lap 2) Maroon Seeker Plane emits over the loud roar of his engine."LET'S RIDE!" With that he pushes aroung the corner. Pterodactyl misses his attempt to knock Divebomb off balance and corrects himself and continues flying forward trying to catchup. Junkion Spaceship strains, firing his rear thrusterse again at full burn through the second straight. A few pieces of junk fall off him under the vibratiosn from his massive engines, and fall to the wayside behind him. Space Fighter pulls ahead of Sky Lynx, leaving the larger autobot behind, still holding his positiong -right- behind Spook. Maroon Seeker Plane moves to be next to Blitzwing and keeps a formation with the other fighter. F-14D Super Tomcat [Broadside] cataches up to Blades, and emits cheerfully, "Well, we aren't in last place at least, fellow Autobot! Shall we at least try to catch the pack?" he grunts, dropping down as he realizes he's too high again. Spyjet keeps hard on Scur-Vees rear end....trying to find a way around its huge bulk. He continues burning his thrusters as he attempts to bipass the massive junkion craft. The air screaming under his wings like a tortured animal. Eagle glances back at the faltering Dinobot before concentrating on the race at hand again, sweeping his wings vertically to take the corners close. Pterodactyl flaps harder and faster trying to catch the others ahead of him. Maroon Seeker Plane he keeps to the outside and gives Blitzwing a little birth but keeps pace. A Large Huey thunders beside Broadside... "Too bad we're too far out of range to hit anyone else, i wish i had gotten a peice of that smeggin con." Battered F-14 dips low, loosing some speed as its frame bucks under the strain. Levelling out, it kicks its afterburners again trying to regain its place. F-14D Super Tomcat [Broadside] grunts, "You'll have ample opprotunity, I assure you!" Space Shuttle spirals upsidedown, kicking in his thrusters and bringing himself above Bushido, "Not so fast, chap!" he spins suddenly, swinging a wing at the spaceplane in a buffet attempt. Pterodactyl decides he needs to be more aerodynamic and sweeps his wings as take the corner. MiG-25 Foxbat zooms alongside Thrust, both thrusters at optium now, re- doubling his efforts. A Large Huey says, "I hope at least that shocker Divebomb, he's been causing some serious problems." Brox leans forward over the balcony, speaking at an impossibly fast rate to keep up with the flashing forms of the aerial contestants. "Scur-Vee maintains his lead, coming up fast behind Swoop as he flies down the homestretch on his second lap. Spook is hot on his afterburners, and Bushido right on Spook's tail. Sky Lynx is farther back holding fourth, Phantom right behind him in fifth, Blitzwing and Thrust fighting for sixth, and the rest of the pack trails -- Blades and Broadside hold a lead over Divebomb, with Swoop dead last." F-14D Super Tomcat [Broadside]'s wings lock back from 20 degrees to 65 degrees in an attempt to gain speed. "Well, I think Swoop is on it!" Maroon Seeker Plane emits over his engines."Let's some him what Aerospace is made of!" Space Shuttle misses and slows with the wind currents, loosing several lengths to Bushido. MiG-25 Foxbat ughs as he drops another place yet AGAIN, and kicks in his afterburners, keeping up with the Seeker. A Large Huey thunders along, "Thats good! I just want a piece of one or two of them." Spyjet tries to pull up next to the junkion as they near the turn. Engines burning white hot and sending a field of disrupted air out from behind Pterodactyl speeds up trying to catchup, wanting another shot at the Predacon eagle, "Swoop catch you!!" as he flies faster. MiG-25 Foxbat says, "Oh, I'll do more than that!" Maroon Seeker Plane continues to keep a good pace slowly increasing his speed and moves around a turn. Eagle glances back at Swoop, "Not likely, fossil!" Junkion Spaceship notes the smaller spyplane just behind him, and begins jinking a bit to keep the Decepticon from passing him. As he does so, he loses a bit of speed as Spook wedges in beside him on the inside of the lap. Space Fighter barely notes Sky Lynx having been left behind. The wings on his left side shift further back as he hits the turn, causing him to almost slingshot around it. F-14D Super Tomcat [Broadside] flares his wings to swing around a corner, narrowing them as he cuts into the corner fully. "Or if one of the cons tries to lap..." Pterodactyl flies around the pole as fast as he can, desperately trying to catchup. Eagle slowly beats his wings to add that little bit of forward motion to his engines' thrust. Space Shuttle puts forth another boost of speed, cornering hard around a bend and pouring on what appears to be everything he has to catch the escapeing Decepticon. A Large Huey laughs maniacally. "I had forgotten about that, humilitaions galore!" Pterodactyl tries to push himself to a faster speed giving his hardest effort trying to catchup. Junkion Spaceship kicks on his maneuvering jets to keep himself up to speed, carefully bringing his boosters to 103% ... 105% ... all the way to 110% maximum thrust as he strains to keep Spook from solidifying his tie into a lead. The racers speed around the track.... Current track positions: 20) Thrust (lap 2) 19) Blitzwing (lap 2) Phantom (lap 2) 14) Blades (lap 2) 12) Broadside (lap 2) 9) Divebomb (lap 2) 8) Scur-Vee (lap 3) 7) Swoop (lap 2) 6) Bushido (lap 3) 5) Spook (lap 3) 1) Sky Lynx (lap 3) F-14D Super Tomcat [Broadside] chuckles. "It appears Sky Lynx is falling behind. He's our best hope..." Spyjet growls as the ship chigs and continues trying to sneak past it Battered F-14 rattles the ground as it barrels around the corner and into another stretch. Rerouting additional power it struggles to maintain its place, barely keeping ahead of the others. A dull shriek can be heard as it's chasis strains under the high-g manuevers. Pterodactyl eyes the Decepticon Bushido as he tries to catch up. Space Fighter gently pulls ahead of Spook. His thruster -screaming- with the acceleration as it's now up to him to attempt to catch the Junkion. Spyjet sighs internally as Scur-Vee disappears into the distance and Bushido flies past him. He pushes his engines to full, diverting power from every system...including his life-sustaining energy to his engines. Intent on winning or dying in the attempt. Eagle glances back, taking note that the current leader is right behind him. He cackles and does his duty to the Empire, sweeping up and around to try smashing into Scur-Vee. F-14D Super Tomcat [Broadside] watches Blades go off on a hunt, and returns his effort on trying not to think about the ground. "Just stay on the course, put a little speed into it... now gun it." Maroon Seeker Plane manages to pull a head of Blitzwing by just a bit. He pushes his engines some more and tries to get more distace between himself and others. He sets his scanners on Sky Lynx and tries to catch him. Pterodactyl flaps as hard as he can and then straighten his head slower to become more aerodynamic trying anyway to build up more speed. Divebomb tries to ram into Scur-Vee, without much success. A Large Huey chuckles to himself as he hears Broadside talking to himself. Brox squints, trying to separate all the people from the blurr. Expertly, he announces, "Our leaders seem to be holding positions. Scur- Vee still in first -- how long can he hold that lead? -- with.. no wait, Bushido steals second with Spook in third right on his tail! Sky Lynx still fourth, with Thrust right behind him in fifth, Blitzwing and Phantom battling for sixth. Blades, Broadside, Divebomb and Swoop trail." Space Shuttle puts just about every bit of ability he can into pushing toward Spook, watching his query pull ahead of the former leader of the race, he pulls away from the guide poles to gain better aerodynamics, and begins to reel Spook in. Junkion Spaceship cuts back his engines slightly after jumping well ahead of Spook, as he finds himself overheating. Down to 98%, he hopes to himself that will be enough to keep his lead. Narrowly blasting past Divebomb, he launches around the curve, banking steeply and kicking in his vertical launch thrusters to keep from flying off the track at his speed. Pterodactyl catches up slightly to Bushido, deciding he's gonna effect this race even though he's in last and tries to nudge him out of the way. Spyjet continues pushing his engines past safety limits. The armor on his wings detaching and falling off headinbg back to meet Sky Lynx Swoop crashes forcefully into Bushido! MiG-25 Foxbat sighes internally, he just can't he a lucky break, he considers side-swiping Phantom, but doesn't want to risk going even FURTHER into the pack... Eagle narrows his optics as he misses the Junkion, then resumes his maneuvering, trying to make up for that speed-costly move. Battered F-14 struggles to remain aloft at such speeds so close to the ground. However, it remains below the chaos of the pack above. Sweeping its wings out slightly, it pulls up shooting above the pack, and into a bit more manueverable air. Spyjet jettison's unnessesary weight...sending all forms of garbage across the track. A huge field of junk falling all over the place. A Large Huey looks around and wonders when he'll be in position again to smash some con hide! Space Fighter gets bumped by Swoop as he passes by...and almost completely loses control at the high speed. However he quickly regains by flattening his wings completely and spiralling back into place...unfortunately behind Swoop. Maroon Seeker Plane mantains a good pace now with a little boast now and then to try and get an edge. F-14D Super Tomcat [Broadside] sweeps it's wings back, attempting to continue to speed along. Junkion Spaceship heads around towards the next straight, quickly lapping several of the slower fliers as he once again burns his inertialess drive system in conjunction with the full strength of his boosters. He reacts with mild alarm as Spook closes in on him, and decides to jettison some weight of his own to get going faster... Junkion Spaceship drops Keg. Pterodactyl flaps his wings up and down faster and harder after he nudges Bushido and keeps trying to increase his speed. Brox's left head grumbles at the falling trash. "Hey, you should've gone before you left!" The racers speed around the track.... Current track positions: 20) Scur-Vee (lap 3) Broadside (lap 2) 16) Spook (lap 3) 13) Sky Lynx (lap 3) 12) Swoop (lap 2) Divebomb (lap 2) 10) Thrust (lap 3) 9) Blitzwing (lap 3) 8) Phantom (lap 3) 6) Bushido (lap 3) 3) Blades (lap 3) Pterodactyl looks back slightly behind him as Bushido and Scur-vee aren't far behind him. Eagle gives Swoop a wide berth this time, trying to edge ahead of the Dinobot... Space Shuttle growls as pieces of junk and parts of Spook smash off his outer hull, scratching the freshly polished white paint, "I call foul! No Decepticon junk on the track!" with that he pushes forward ... on a collision course with Spook. Spyjet slams on his engines....trying to catch up to Scur-Vee, leaving Bushido in the dust and passing almost every racer. Pterodactyl almost pulls even with the Predacon once again, and looks over at him and yells, "Dis for Clarion!!" attempting to crash into the Eagle again. Swoop crashes forcefully into Divebomb! Grimlock cheers....yay F-14D Super Tomcat [Broadside] watches Scur-Vee come up on his left, and pushes forward slightly, "Ahoy, Scur-Vee!" he calls out cheerfully. Maroon Seeker Plane falls back from Sky Lynx and starts trying to push his engines. He faulters a little and then regains his thrust and moves out. A Large Huey choppers along, everyone staying out of his way. Space Fighter's wings slowly extend back out....allowing him to begin his acceleration once again...the main thruster changing from red to white again. Junkion Spaceship catches up to Broadside, passing him as he launches around the track. "Fast as fast can be, never catch me!!!!" he calls out excitedly as it sinks in that he's got the lead. Eagle screeches in pain as Swoop smashes into him. He banks back and away from the raving Dinobot, "Next lap...." Despite the fact that Spook is falling all over the track, he still manages to maintain his distance from Sky Lynx. Spyjet continues pushing his engines HARD. His heat shielding burning red on his nosecose as he pushes himself faster then he ever should. White flame belching out of his engine. Pterodactyl flies forwards after moving the Predacon out of his way and decides it's time to try and catch up to Thrust. MiG-25 Foxbat continues to jet along the track, by his flying style one can tell he's not happy with his sub-standard performanc. Battered F-14 rockets around the track, careening dangerously around the corners. Its wings vibrate under the stress and speed as it struggles to catch the pack before it. Vibrant fire erupts from its engines as it pushes them past their limits. F-14D Super Tomcat [Broadside] folds his wings behind him fully. "Never my intention to catch you, Scur-Vee!" he emits back as he places his afterburners on full as his radar chirps a threat behind him. Brox keeps up his commentary with the right head. "Scur-Vee still holds the lead, but -- wait! Bushido falls WAY back as he tangles with Swoop! Spook retakes second with Sky Lynx moving into third! Thrust several lengths behind in fourth and stuck behind the trailing Swoop and Divebomb, Blitzwing right behind him, with Phantom, Bushido and Blades strung out in single-file. Broadside is about to be lapped by our leader, unless something interferes with his flight-path..." Space Shuttle burns around a corner, the g-forces of the turn causing his entire form to shudder, as he tries to reel in the escaping Decepticon! Maroon Seeker Plane can't seem to pull away from Blitzwing and begines to try to find a seem to fly in. Pterodactyl brings his wings up and down at a even faster pace trying to catchup to the Decepticon seeker. Junkion Spaceship kicks in his thrusters with renewed vigor as he passes around the track and into the next turn, making a perfect racer's curve around it, and kicking his main boosters in again as he rockets off into the next straight. The rumbling from the intense strain on his engines sends a fine shower of rust off of his body and into the racers behind him. Eagle grits his beak and concentrates on catching up to Swoop... Spyjet SLAMS on his thrusters, burning them nearly out as he attempts to pass the junkion shuttle. Pterodactyl looks back slightly at Divebomb and then looks forward staring at Thrust concentrating, wanting Thrust to be the next Decepticon he crashes. Space Fighter pulls the sam maneuver as last time as he hits the turn, folding the wings on his left side causing him to pull an incredible amount of G's. Space Shuttle bears down as a superheated gust of flames explodes out of his booster rockets, leaving a thin trail of smoke behind him and propelling him forward toward anthing in his way, "I'm not finished yet!" MiG-25 Foxbat banks around the corner easily for such a fast flier, still a length behind Thrust, annoyingly. Maroon Seeker Plane pushes his engines hard drinks shake a little in the Stands has he roars by. Spyjet 's exterior paint begins to peel off from the heat, paint shards and metal fillings falling off and going back behind him. Pterodactyl growls as he flies up behind Thrust within a few feet of his wing on the outside and tries to catchup with him as the seeker's engines roar. The racers speed around the track.... Current track positions: 19) Blitzwing (lap 3) Thrust (lap 3) 18) Phantom (lap 3) Bushido (lap 3) 16) Swoop (lap 2) 13) Blades (lap 3) 12) Divebomb (lap 2) 11) Scur-Vee (lap 4) 9) Broadside (lap 3) 6) Spook (lap 4) 5) Sky Lynx (lap 4) Space Shuttle growls as more junk smacks him in the (face) ... Space Fighter pulls up alongside phantom....moving side by side with his friend for a brief moment...main rocket screaming. Space Shuttle says, "That's it! You're done littering my path! OUT OF MY WAY!" Maroon Seeker Plane engines try down after the grandstand. He pushes his engines harder has Blitzwing catchs up. Pterodactyl flies faster trying to catchup with Blades as he flaps his wings. Sky Lynx crashes forcefully into Spook! MiG-25 Foxbat FINALLY inches up beside thrust and redlines his engines, trying to move over the 'hump' that seems to be Thrust..."Grrrr..." A Large Huey scopes out behind him and cackles as he sees that divebomb is just in range. He reverses directions and heads for the pred. Brox chatters excitedly, "Scur-Vee increases his lead to five lengths over Spook, as Sky Lynx draws right up behind him in third! Blitzwing and thr-- ack! That didn't look good out there..." Blades tries to ram into Divebomb, without much success. Spyjet gets slammed into and goes flying in a bad arch, his secondary engine exploding "ARGH!" Space Shuttle slams into Spooks boosters with an angry yell, detracking him and plowing forward toward Scur-Vee! F-14D Super Tomcat [Broadside] guns his engines hard as he hear's a dull crash behind him, and rolls over. "All right Sky Lynx!" he calls as he just seems to be holding ing. Pterodactyl flies catchup slightly to Blades as his attempt to hit Divebomb misses. Eagle squawks as Blades heads for him and suddenly banks to the side, away from the manic Protectobot. Spyjet continues falling through the air....not about to sink to the Autobot's level and make a juvenile attack A Large Huey loves being the rogue Protectobot. Maroon Seeker Plane emits over the defening roar of his engines."Later pal...." He then tries to nudge a head of the other plane. MiG-25 Foxbat says, "Oh no ya don't!" Pterodactyl soars faster trying to pass Blades but not wanting to hurt him. Brox wipes his middle hand over his left forehead. "Yow... uh, Blitzwing and Thrust a fair distance behind with Phantom and Bushido crowding them from behind. Blades and Broadside trail in with the rest of the pack, and... are Swoop and Divebomb still only on the second lap? Yeesh -- flying's for the planes, not the birds!" Junkion Spaceship rumbles through, still not willing to give up his lead as he makes his way around the next straight, kicking his thrusters up to dangerous levels as he rockets up behind the eagle, again. Larger chunks of armor and rusted metal fall off the Junkion as the mach 4 winds whip around his frame. Battered F-14 tips its wings as the Space Fighter streaks by. Pushing its engines further, it tries to keep up with Bushido. It's engines threaten to burn out as it continues at a breakneck pace. Spyjet tries to regain himself as he tumbles in the air Eagle glances back at the Junkion again, and tries to lessen his lead with a similar maneuver. However, this time, he swoops -underneath- Scur-Vee, jetting upwards to try and smack into him. Divebomb crashes forcefully into Scur-Vee! Maroon Seeker Plane emits."Come on Blitzwing. Let's so some real speed!" He roars his engines louder tring to creat a sense of chaos around himself. Space Shuttle streaks forward. A thick black scar across his side from the contact with Spook, he focuses everything he has left on Scur-Vee, "Enough games, we're doing this the right way ... " He archs away from Scurvee, so that if he catches him, he doesn't crash into him. Pterodactyl flies harder through the air, trying to make up ground. Brox shakes his heads. "Uh-oh, sneak attack by Divebomb on our leader -- can he recover in time?" Space Fighter condinues to push his main thruster to the limit...thankfully his atmospheric shielding is more than a match for these speeds. The racers speed around the track.... Current track positions: 18) Broadside (lap 3) 17) Divebomb (lap 2) Blades (lap 3) 11) Scur-Vee (lap 4) 10) Blitzwing (lap 4) Thrust (lap 4) Sky Lynx (lap 4) 9) Bushido (lap 4) 7) Phantom (lap 4) 6) Spook (lap 4) 5) Swoop (lap 3) Junkion Spaceship is rocked by the sudden upwards blow, his lower sail snapping off and falling to the wayside. He cuts off his main boosters, and tries desparately to regain his balance as he shifts the geometry of the other four sails and hits his maneuvering jets. Eagle lets out a high yell of pain as he smashes into the Junkion, then a chuckle as he banks away. Right now, he just wants the Empire to -win-. MiG-25 Foxbat roars upwards, with his 'buddy' thrust next to Sky Lynx, "Hi there loser!" Maroon Seeker Plane pushes h