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Characters:OverrideRedline Location: Velocitron Content Warnings: Excessive Speeding Plot Summary: A race with many entries. That starts from the top and works it's way down.
The sun began to crest over the mountains which signaled many a fans to wake up and gather to the current high speed race for today. An exhibition race. The fans centered around great columns, watching the walls. The ever flat walls that started to heat up due them collecting the rays of sun. The soft cackles of the road way as it stretched and heated up, gaining better grip. Many columns of vertical roads and bleachers. Some may notice the structures were poised to act as a giant circle.
A shadow began to loom over the spires that lead downwards. A cone shaped structure began to drift upwards towards the center of the spires and the crowds began to take pictures and holler, team fans showed their banners. Soon they all gazed towards the center of the spire circle at this beast, at the panels that contained racer names. Pods, chutes...
Within the structure the racers hidden away in their tunnels sprinted to their designated tubes. Already in robot form, Redline was one of them. He soon sat into one tube and waited. The floor gave and he fell straight down. Each of the tubes opened up and the racers fell a good ways to their spires.
Some transformed early, others late. Redline hit the heated roads with his tires at the right time. Their engines revved up and he sped onwards. All the spires began to converge at the base and drilled into a tunnel which was lined with blue lights. All he had to do was keep ahead of this pack for the exhibition race mode.
The floating structure soon displayed a 3, 2, 1. The blue lights within the tunnel lit up yellow immediately. The "bomb" race began.
Redline felt his engine rev higher now as the yellow lights filled his vision along side other racers. Now came sweeping turns, hard rights, chicane lefts, hammerheads, loops. He could only manage to stay in the middle as chaos from the other riders showed in their less than clean racing.
A duck, dip, swerve, a pit maneuver and he guaranteed someone to be knocked out from the "bomb". All he had to do was race and be the fastest in this. Though panic started to set in as he saw a ramp ahead. The few that hit it transformed midflight to control their trajectory. When he hit the ramp, that was when the yellow lights shut off.
Above the floating launch tower had another count down before saying "Bombs Away!". The lighting system stayed out before a wave of yellow as a warning switched on at an ever increasing speed, shortly behind it was the red wall of death, knocking out the slower racers.
The onboard computers alerted him the explosion wave took a few racers out as he hit the corners, following the curvature of this mobile city. His rear view mirrors shifted to see a sea of off light behind him. He was in the clear for this game mode. This game mode that takes everyone out, you just have to be the fastest to last the longest. But who here will be the fastest?
She'd been back home for only a week, yet she hadn't changed out of her Earthly disguise quite yet. Something about wanting to really take it to the limits before she switched back to her tried and true form. After all, she only looked sorta out of place among the myriad of other shapes and forms on the track with her. If there was ever a time to show off how badaft you thought your paint job looked, it was cruising at two hundred miles per hour in an elimination race.
The Suprema hadn't actually dropped down her tube when everything kicked off. She really wasn't in a rush. She sat back and listened as the dozens of racers all clamored for first place before hitting the first tunnel, and then she dropped. Override had been racing unannounced, so there was no grand introduction to let each and every spectator know that their glorious leader was participating in a race.
In a blink she had left the racer in last utterly in the dust, firing off past them like a rocket with a nucleon addiction. Override hit the ramp just as the wave came, already in the clear. She spiraled through the air as more than a few of the slower racers were removed from the race, knowing just how safe her position was. The red racer emerged from the jump with the grace of a dancer, not even slowing down as her tires hit the pavement again.
A moment later, and she had her optics on the lead car... a green little machine. He was really hauling a lot faster than the competition; she was getting a bit giddy. Anybody who could hold their own in a race like this deserved respect, in a general sense. Override gave her respect by passing the lead car completely without warning, settling in just a few car lengths in front of them. If they really wanted to win, they'd have to fight the Suprema of Velocitron for it.
The speedster turned heads as he rolled quickly through the track, staying far enough ahead. Hitting corners, dipping his front end a bit to slam the curtain of air for turns and adjusting his many flaps to control his dynamics. Already he was getting cozy and wanting to make an inch a mile wide with his rear... end...
His windshield reflected the curved track ahead with a certain racer appearing to take the massive majority of his windshield.
Push comes to shove and soon his altmode changed to show the enhancements it bore. The chassis lengthened for a more drag racer style while his hood flattened out with divots here and there, angular panels slotting in while his rear spoiler angled before tucking inwards. His entire body lowered as he revs his RPM.
Override will hear the tremendous roar of his engine as he came racing towards her. Somewhat glued to a position behind her, utterly refusing to stay so many car lengths behind! No way! He even started to get annoying with matching her moves on the track.
A slow down, a speed up, a hard turn. A few warning signs danced past the two of an extreme U turn, the hair pin. Redline took the chance to speed past Override at this turn and race torwards it... leaping into the air.
Front spoiler lifted, his car flipped as he tumbled through the air, a transformation, an extended spear reached out to the side of him as he gripped it with all his might. The lamp post there was severely bent when he hooked his spear onto it to hit the U turn excruciating hard to launch himself from that turn.
Four wheels soon hit the roadway just as four others were knocked out.
Override only grew exponentially more excited as the racer's alt-mode contorted according to the numerous modifications it wore. She never had opponents this dedicated and hungry for the lead! She dropped all pretenses of giving her opponent a fair shot at victory as they rounded the corner, impressed that they managed to briefly steal the lead spot from her; only momentarily of course.
She was smiling, believe it or not. Not even Moonracer had ever managed to take first from her before, and Override considered her one of the best bots she'd ever raced against. This guy was incredible! She shifted over to the inside of the track as she rounded the turn herself, in such a manner that any other racer who tried to copy her would be thrown off the curve and eliminated. But not Override. Her tires clung to the side of the wall like they were magnetically locked to the surface, not needing to transform and hook herself around the light post. Although, she definitely wanted to try that one day.
Her form split open in several areas, slimming her profile considerably, displaying an ungodly amount of modifications for the rest of the race to see. A pair of acceleration jets extended behind the Suprema as she disengaged her engine's limiters, feeling the additional boost of speed flow through her like a drug.
Override exploded up the track, dodging everything in her path despite her ludicrous speed, showing off an insane amount of tuning and control over her own movement. She stuck to the outside wall as Redline hugged the center, right where she wanted him. Two of her bounce jets kicked in, sending her tumbling sideways through the air to land on the elevated side of the inside wall, just above her opponent. She kicked in another boost, a shorter one, to nudge her further along the track, coming to sit in first place again.
Without dropping virtually any speed, Override switched gears and spun around, her nose now facing Redline head on. Her face obviously wasn't visible, but anybody could've felt the hunger rolling off of her. She wasn't trash talking or engaging in any conversation whatsoever. The Suprema just stared, wanting to see everything they could throw at her. Override spun back around, sliding right up next to him, ready for the race to truly start.
He sped onwards, watching the track ahead as the announcer above warned of three more knock outs due to the perilous corners from behind the two lead cars. The wave was coming fast and it was out for blood! That only encouraged his engine to roar a cacophony of noises before the monsterous sounds became an opera.
The singing pistons and thumping shocks with supporting panels slice through the air as he sped onwards to her, aiming to keep up. Yet he couldn't pass her until they arrived at a large downward, converging spiral. Here he started to go into it with such speeds. Yet the way he handled this constant turning was a wibble wobble and swerving before he hit the free edges of the road, making a load of sparks several times over during their downward descent.
Sloppy sloppy sloppy!
It wasn't until the bottom that he was lagging behind a considerable amount and Override was fair ahead and of course a curtain of scrapped bright sparks fell downwards. He didn't scratch his sides for bad driving there! Matter of fact he hit specific areas in a sloppy looking way to create a curtain of sparks to fall right at the straightening road below!
The curtain dropped fast and he was obscured. Only to transform, punch the ground, javelin his head through the curtain in a twist before hitting his heels to the road way and skating his landing with out stretched arms.
Just as the last of the spark curtain painted the road, the red wall of death appeared behind Redline as he transformed back into vehicular form for his opera to start back up. It was proving to be fruitful at first as he outran it, though the faster growing wall followed suit.
As fun as it was to fight this guy as flashy as possible, Override knew the tricky part was coming up. Holding command of the lead position at such a crucial point in the race was paramount, and required a fine tuned degree of control. Any minor slip up on her part could put in square in the wave's path, so the Suprema repressed the rush of adrenaline the best she could. Override became a machine, making pinpoint turns with an immaculate precision. The periodic red flashes on her skin were indicative of just how much time she had left until the end, and she had a feeling her opponent wasn't content to sit in second for long.
It wasn't before long that Override noticed the track itself. It was bottle-necking her into a lane large enough to accommodate only a single racer. This was it then; either the road or the wall decided the winner here. That, or the tunnel. In the distance sat the entrance of a circular tunnel lit with admittedly less light than Override was fond of. There was a 50/50 chance that the walls inside the tunnel could be driven on, provided one kept up the necessary speed. Heading straight through would be the safest bet, but Override never liked making decisions on the flip of a coin. She sailed into the tube first, shutting off her lights to hide just how she'd done it. Her tires became her optics, feeling out the curves in the track beneath her. It was circular! She slowly turned left, yet never felt herself collide with a wall. The hard part would be keeping herself mindful of just where the 'ground' was.
The wave ever increased in speed and chased after the showboating Redline who spun through the air with sparks following his contrail. He saw a spinning tunnel and a wall riding, ceiling riding, floor riding Override before he finally retransformed to vehicle mode to try and pick up speed. Yet she can hear him struggling to get going after that rough landing.
Indeed second wasn't looking to be favorable for him as these two were the last remaining. Then came the tunnel that he half transformed. Which jammed his wheels onto the walls and he had to adjust his panels to create an airflow to keep him aloft. What was he doing in avoiding the floor? He started to pick up speed as he sliced through the air.
Now a looming shadow crept over Override as she sped through the tunnel, both engines roaring. Yet the one above was so preoccupied with getting ahead that he didn't realize his suspension was hyper extended as he sailed through the air. A slight tilt, catching of air. The red gone from beneath him and a solid slam down without any wheels prompted him to be caught in the wave. Override was victorious as he slid for a bit before changing to flop onto his back.
That was a hell of an effort if she'd ever seen one. Not that often a racer put so much into securing a victory like that, even for an elimination race. If Override had taken just an extra moment to peer back at what the driver behind her had been doing, she might've stalled and given him the lead. The red glare behind her had suddenly shifted to a green flash, indicating that the gauntlet was finally over, and she'd been crowned the victor. A roaring cheer resonated throughout the arena as she transformed, the race watchers showing their spirit for their Suprema. She greeted them with a wave and a smile, thanking them for their support. Then, she turned to face the real winner; the only one here skilled enough to give her a run for her shanix.
Override made her way over, her rubber heels barely making a sound as she bounced off of them. Silently, she offered the rather green racer a hand, hoping to help him up off the pavement. She was hoping he was a good sport, and that she wouldn't have a second Ransack running around for revenge, now.
Now coasting along on all his wheels in robot mode, he had hoped he could slide away unnoticed. That was impossible to do in the middle of the track, in the end zone as well. He had fought hard and long to get ahead, even if it was an exhibition race, it still mattered to him if he could get ahead of destiny.
Destiny had a funny way of dishing out some reality. Even handing out some pain, or help. Such as the one above the green mech. His optics shift upon her hand and soon he took it. He was a short thing he was and light too. Easily hoisted to his feet, he bowed his head to her. So far, no Ransack here.
"Valiant racer, always pushing the pack on, yet always ahead." Then his jaw shifted upwards into a smile of sorts for the red racer.
Override got the message, although she couldn't quite understand why her opponent had decided to word it quite like that. It was quite the complement, however. His smile, if she could call it one, left a lot to be desired as well. Override wasn't one to judge however, so she returned the gesture. "Racers like you are the reason I have to keep pushing on, after all."
She wasn't lying, after all. Redline had given her one hell of a run for her money. Override would of course want to review some of the mech's previous race footage, but from a hands-on assessment today she had to put him in the upper tiers of the planet's many circuits. Just somebody to watch out for in the future.
"What's your name, friend?" He obviously knew who she was, at least.