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Post by Rodimus Prime on May 18, 2011 18:11:19 GMT -5
Rodimus can't help but chuckle at Emirate Xaaron's antics. This is certainly not the guy he would have expected from all those stories of the last surviving Councilman! Skyfire's words, however, elicit a scowl. "A lot like the Wildrider I know, too," he spits out, perhaps remembering an incident from his days as Hot Rod.
"You'll have to catch me first, and to do that, you'll have to get it out of low gear!" Fastlane taunts at Wildrider. However, he takes a sharp corner rather too quickly, and starts to slide. Though he recovers before he hits the wall, the process of compensating slows him down. Wildrider just might be able to catch him after all!
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on May 19, 2011 9:44:56 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron just hopes that Rodimus Prime wasn't reading the harlequin romances and Helex Bibles. Those are terribly embarrassing. He quirks an optical ridge and asks Rodimus Prime, "Had a bad run-in?"
Wildrider has a dangerous habit of just shooting hairpin turns. A piddly little corner? Yeah, he'll short that, too, even if - especially if - it means having to bash into Fastlane's rear end. Wilderider is heavy and low slung - Fastlane will flip before Wildrider does!
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Post by Skyfire on May 25, 2011 9:12:38 GMT -5
Skyfire knows he's in a simulation, but he considers each and every sim a training exercise, so he treats as more or less real. Is the "tough guy act" just an act? Only reality will tell.
"Are Wildriders like Starscreams, then--much the same from reality to reality? I was thinking of the one I met briefly back on Gillanan," Skyfire mused.
"There goes Swerve!" The big shuttle-former exclaims. "GO ON SWERVE! I GOT MONEY ON YOU!"
Skyfire really was enjoying getting into the local culture.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on May 27, 2011 20:11:03 GMT -5
"They're sure not running or flying out there," Sentinel Prime replies to Skid-Z, "and driving's the thing."
He shouts, for his own part, "Get the lead out, Fastlane! Snuff those bumper riders!"
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Post by Swerve on May 31, 2011 17:33:02 GMT -5
"Oh! Fastlane makes the turn only by a layer of paint!" A chorus of cheers punctuates the announcer's call. "Showing off for the fans again, I bet! But here comes Wildrider!" A completely different group of spectators starts roaring their approval now a Wildrider makes his move. "If he can knock Fastlane on one end–" and his tone makes it clear he doubts that, "you Mini-Cons on the roof had better look out!" It's a low enough cage that should anyone start cartwheeling like it's an 80s action series, odds are good they'll clip it.
Gunrunner is considering just that sort of option while his rear bumper falls off, too full of holes to hang onto the rest of his bodywork any longer. He rides too much higher than Swerve, but if he times a transformation right, he can just strongarm the smaller car into the air.
"Outta the way, wide load!" Swerve bellows at him, edging forward far enough to broadside him with those exhaust pipes. Paint crackles under the heat and the force of impact, and Gunrunner curses. He edges over to set Swerve up for that bodyslam. Just a little further….
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Jun 6, 2011 13:57:52 GMT -5
"Hey, I gave as good as I got!" Rodimus protests, then winces. "Well, as good as could be expected in a five against one fight. But I survived!"
Rodimus shrugs at Skyfire's question. "I haven't met too many, but there seems to be a whole lot of... of personality overlap, I guess you'd call it? For those of us from... well, Kup calls it the 'main clump.'" Which is what the Autobots get for leaving Kup to name universes and universe groupings.
He leans forward, stepping nearer to the track. He can't blame Skid-Z for wanting to be down there. When it comes right down to it, he'd rather be participating than watching, anyway.
Fastlane is clipped by Wildrider, but he wouldn't be in these races, much less one of their champs, if he were so easily taken out. In the air he transforms and tumbles acrobatically, narrowly missing the cage and lining himself up for a perfect landing on his feet, though he's not on those feet for more than a fraction of a second before he's transformed and rolling once more to catch back up to Wildrider. The whole business is liable to give Swerve a chance to close the gap.
Rodimus cheers loudly at Fastlane's acrobatics, but his bellows grow even more in volume as Swerve works to edge past Gunrunner. "Go! Go, Swerve! Go!"
OOC: Hey, do we want to continue this round-by-round, or maybe turn it into a highlights montage?
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Jun 6, 2011 21:09:20 GMT -5
OOC: I'd prefer montage.
"You took on all the Stunticons?: Emirate Xaaron asks Rodimus Prime mildly. His tone turns conspiratorial. "So. Who is your minder?"
Or do people just let Rodimus Prime do whatever? Emirate Xaaron will be jealous if Rodimus Prime has no minder.
At the tracks, he fairly roars, "Tear him to sharding pieces, Swerve!"
Wildrider cackles over the applause from his fans, but he cackles more over clipping Fastlane. Be better if he did more, of course, but he'll take what he can get. Wildrider doesn't plan for a long game - he doesn't plan for anything - he just runs flat out.
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Post by Skid-Z on Jun 6, 2011 21:31:47 GMT -5
Skid-Z looks at Sentinel just a bit sharper for a nano-second, challenging, and not all that patient and polite, juuuust a bit. But then he jerks his gaze away and stares at the race more than focused, calm expression, "Of course, driving is the thing! It is awesome!" He agrees happily, not making an argument.
Skid-Z keeps his distance from the match by explicitly not cheering. Because 'Cheering and getting caught up in a race of this kind' means -3 on his defense against alien influences score, which is pretty darn low to begin with.
-Goes into skippable mode and is fine with anything. And of course we forgot about presence in this thread.... >.>
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Jun 9, 2011 20:36:41 GMT -5
OOC: Skipping Skyfire due to timeout.- - - Sentinel Prime glares back at Skid-Z, not flinching. Skid-Z thinks he's hot stuff? Sentinel Prime could eat him for breakfast. It's a nice act for the simulated Velocitronians, but he's not acting. He rubs his chins and muses, "Hmm, you know what.... go Wildrider!" Sentinel Prime will cheer for whoever is winning. He's fickle that way.
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Post by Swerve on Jun 18, 2011 22:43:23 GMT -5
Xaaron seems distracted. His tiny missile truck friend finds this a fine opportunity to try wrenching herself loose, her frustrated noises drowned out by engines and the announcer's calls.
Swerve rams Gunrunner broadside again for good measure to ensure he has room when he pushes into the turn – room to manoeuvre through and room to attack if the bigger racer lashes out at him. Gunrunner takes the hit, then starts to transform. It looks rather like he's just sitting up while he keeps rolling, front tires still firmly on the track, so he can scoop one arm under the low-riding Swerve and throw him up, into the cage.
"Have a nice trip!" he jeers, laughing, as he hooks Swerve's rear bumper and the hothead abruptly finds nothing for his tires to grab but air.
"Oh, looks like Swerve's about to need some more body work!" he hears the announcer, faintly, over the roar of his own engine. He is not about to go down this early in the race! He unfolds to robot mode and twists around, feet narrowly missing the cage ceiling, so he can grab Gunrunner's arm. He uses the other racer as a counterweight to pull himself back down, clamping Gunrunner's head between his feet at the same time in an effort to flip him. "Or maybe," the announcer calls, voice hitting a new pitch as Swerve wrenches on Gunrunner's arm, "I spoke too soon!"
Unbalanced, Gunrunner pitches forward while Swerve drops onto his back, sending a spray of sparks out to either side. Then he shifts his feet to Gunrunner's chest and shoves, hard. Part of his rambar snags on the cage while Swerve skids into a barrier. The crowd jeers and howls in turn, drowning out the announcer while he speculates on Swerve's chances of getting up. And Swerve does get up, a little too quickly for his own sake; he rolls one badly crumpled shoulder to test its movement, his windscreen is nothing but a scattering of yellow shards on the pavement, and his bonnet has been scoured down to the bare metal. But he's still moving.
He pulls his cannon and leaps onto the first racer unfortunate enough to pass nearby, waiting only long enough to get some speed before he opens fire point-blank on his ride's interior.
OOC: Sure, montage is fine with me.
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Post by Skyfire on Jun 19, 2011 15:58:01 GMT -5
Skyfire purses his lips at the action on the tracks. "Ouch! That's got to hurt. Swerve's still in the running, though..."
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Jun 19, 2011 22:21:53 GMT -5
"Hey, they had stolen the Autobot City plans from Kup!" Rodimus protests. Generally, Kup is the closest thing Rodimus has to a 'minder,' anyway. He rubs the back of his head and adds sheepishly, "I just... didn't realize at the time that those were decoy plans."
Below, the races complete a lap, or maybe two - it's hard to be sure, as a montage cut jumps ahead to another portion of the race. Positions have changed numerous time, and no doubt most of the racers are somewhat the worst for wear. Fastlane certainly is, though he's not nearly bad off enough that he can't take advantage of the hairpin turn that Wildrider is trying to make. He blasts his weapon at the unruly racer, though with the way the group is currently clumped together, that could affect anyone!
OOC: Wildrider's hairpin turn posed with permission.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Jun 20, 2011 20:08:34 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron lets the Mini-Con go, though his optics narrow. He's not as focused on the race as he looks. If anyone else tries to 'assess' his metal... well, he'll get himself a new epaulette. He chatters to Rodimus Prime, "Ah, so you were an unwitting participant in a counter-intelligence drama. You must have made it look very realistic, to the Decepticons."
Wildrider's tyre blows out, flipping him into the air, sending him soaring off towards... Swerve. He cackles as he goes, devil-may-care.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Jun 22, 2011 20:32:17 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime feels progressively more awkward as the race goes on. This is so fragging illegal. The lawlessness of it all makes him itch under his plating. He needs the comforting weight of a pair of stasis cuffs in hands, and then he could kick in that cage and go to work. But the brass are loving this, and Sentinel Prime wishes he had big brass bearings, so he'd better enjoy it, too. His grin is pasted-on, as he tries to force himself to like it. But ugh, this is like... like... snuff. Decepticons would make this. So gross. So... so Swerve's a pretty good driver, actually. Hng. - - - OOC: Skippable. Doing nothing but cheering and whatnot.
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Post by Swerve on Jul 3, 2011 21:01:22 GMT -5
It's a wonder sometimes that Swerve ever stuck it out in the oilsport circuits with the way he kept downsizing and stripping bulk in favour of speed and manoeuvrability. His durability has suffered, and that certainly shows now; that slide into the concrete isn't the only big hit he's taken since before the jump-cut. He's missing a front fender and both front wheel covers, the welds on one set of pipes have given way, a gash has been opened in his bonnet, and half of his rear deck no longer locks properly into place because of the damage to his knee.
He still thinks being able to dodge trumps being able to take a pounding without losing some armour plate. Illustrated in painful clarity when Wildrider comes hurtling at him helter-skelter, laughing all the way. Swerve veers sharply to the right to avoid a head-on collision – so sharply that he sends himself climbing up the divider and part of the way up the cage. He feels something clip the battered, warped frame of his long-gone windscreen, breaking momentum and skewing him sideways, front end first into the blacktop.
Swerve doesn't scream, but the transform gears in his shoulders that control the movement of his front end give an unholy screech as the impact forces them out of alignment. And it hurts, so badly his vision cuts to static for a second. He rolls with it, literally; tumbling and reaching up to yank his own parts back into place so he can keep going. It isn't much of a pause, but any pause is too long on Velocitron, and any pause without a weapon in his hand in these races is just asking for it. He could easily get taken out from behind while he's still mid-leap.
The audience, however, loves it. And nobody's trying to feel up Xaaron, probably because his date ran off to roundly curse his parts as not worth the effort.
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