Supersonic [RP]

[Exoskeleton]

April 30th, 2153
11:30am
Opening Theme
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The commotion from outside could be heard from inside her hotel room. Weisly tried to balance herself while standing at the small square window of her hotel room. It was said that Supesonic veterans and celebrities got much better rooms at the Sato Suites. The Sato Suites were situated right behind the Sydney Opera House and her own 5th story room had a nice view of the bleachers surrounding the nearby bridge. That's probably the starting line.

The Sonic manual lay open on her bed and the box of her own pair of Sonics had been destroyed much earlier. It was after she'd arrived in the morning from one of the large and crowded Sato Company airships that she'd went straight to her room to practice with Sonics. She thought the instructions were simple enough. Lean ever so slightly to go forward, back, side to side, bend knees to speed... It was stopping she had trouble with, but she figured she would figure it out when she got to it.

She shoved the skates off her feet and put them in her backpack for safekeeping. They were a complementary gift from the man who'd sent her the message on her phone.

Her wrist vibrated vibrantly and it nearly shocked her before she realized it was the alarm for the brunch. In the Ceremony Hall of the Sato Suites where there would be television cameras and pesky reporters and hover craft in the sky taping all the commotion, Olivia Sato would make her opening speech for the race. It made her nervous to even think about, and on a few occasions it made her want to hurl. She never liked the thought of murder.

She often found herself pushing the thought from her head- she probably wouldn't win Supersonic with her lack of racing skill, so killing would be out for her. Visiting another country was her main reason for participating. She never dreamed of travelling. However, knowing there were others there, taking on the same mission as she, striving to be one of the final 10 to kill the Sato family...It was an unsettling thought she wished to be rid of.

She left her room at the hotel along with many others who were making their way down to the Ceremony Hall. Weisly couldn't help but be intimidated by the other racers she saw. They were probably racers with experience, or racers who wanted to win, not kill somebody.

The Ceremony Hall of Sato Suites was something to behold. Thousands of people it held, and many more thousands would come. It was larger than any room she had ever witnessed in her whole life. She witnessed a large balcony at one end of the room, that was where the cameras and VI droids had their cameras pointed. A loud reporter with an odd seafoam hair color seemed to already be making broadcasts. Inside the room were tables in long rows filled to the brim with foods. All delicious, and all being devoured by racers from all over the globe. Weisly wondered if she would be able to eat all this as well. From what she'd seen from past tournaments, the time between this brunch and the first race was where alliances were formed, and where dangerous people sabotaged other racers for fun. There will be a lot of that tonight, she thought.

There were about 16,000 racers registered from what she gathered on the large television screens in the area. News feeds and food and dangerous people. It all came with mixed emotions. Weisly sat down at a seemingly empty table away from the more crowded tables and began filling her plate. I wont die in the race if I don't pass the finish line in time. And if I don't make any enemies all will be fine. Her thoughts were the only reassuring things she had.

The cell on her wrist vibrated once more. When she glanced at the message her stomach twisted.

I'm glad to see you all have made it to the tournament. Try not to make any trouble. The first day is always the worst, and there is so little I can do to help you.

-Atlas​

 

[Baseret]

Levont Kiaser

In his Suite in the Sato hotel, the weapon manufacturer, sat on the ground meddling with the Inversion system he brought with him. A few minutes earlier, he was in a meeting with some officials of the state who wanted to pry the blueprints from him. Taking a bit of a break and wiping some of the grime off of his face, Levont stood up and walked over to the window. The race track stretched far out in front of him. Beside him on the desk, a Sonic manual for his technical stood open. He had taken a look at it before he started messing with the Inversion system.

"The basics of the cycle is just like a bike but with a powerful motor." Levont muttered to himself as he turned back to his inversion system.

His mission, to assassinate the Sato family, was nothing major to him. Being in the weapons business means dealing with death themselves. It didn't bother him as much as the first weapon he made, but neither was he immune to it. Regardless, Levont shook his head as he put the tools he had out away. Without bothering to change his clothing, Levont left his room. His path often ran into other racers. Most of them knew him as a weapons maker. After all, most of the racers used weapons made from the company he worked. A few racers even asked him on what weapons he would make after trying the race out. Soon enough, Levont reached the Ceremony hall. The crowd was loud as the food stacked high. Levont smiled a bit as whispers started following him. Most whispers were mainly on the bases of the kind of weapon Levont would make or showcase in the race. Levont's Inversion system was currently classified by his company and everyone who saw the system was sworn to secrecy.

"16,000 racers including myself." Levont whispered as his cell rang. Levont flipped open the phone and started to read.

I'm glad to see you all have made it to the tournament. Try not to make any trouble. The first day is always the worst, and there is so little I can do to help you.

-Atlas

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"Right. Some help you are." Levont muttered before he saw some racers walking over to him. Most likely with questions about the new weapons he was planning.

 

[Kyreaan]

Uni Kaminari was driving down the highway on his Yama King custom sonic cycle. The neon orange and white lighting on the cycle shined off of its black chrome. The rising sun bounced off the finish while the three wheels and engine had a smooth sonic sound going down the lanes. Uni wore a black helmet that matched his black bodysuit with neon orange lighting. A green drone sat neatly in a place in the rear. It was in the shape of a sphere dome over a box with a couple of antennas and an eyestalk on the top half. It had four spider legs underneath the bottom with small wheels on the tips, so it could drive itself around if it needed to. Uni turned his head to look at the hotels beyond the highway. He said to the drone using a wireless connection, "Get a link to one of the satellites over the race. I want the information of all racers, what they're using, and the starting portion of the race." The drone looked at Uni and replied, "Uploading now. There are currently 16,000 registered racers for this race. You'll be on time for the brunch and check in at the Sato Suites. I'll put the information of the racers in the menu of your visual screen."

Uni drove down a ramp leading away from the highway and headed towards the hotels. He could see the upload of different racers pop up on the left side of his vision. He verbally said to the drone, "Keep the link to the satellite. Stay in a constant feed with me, and upload any media pertaining to the race." The drone replied, "I've a noodles commercial promoting the race." There was a noodles commercial that popped up in a small window in the top right part of Uni's vision. It had some silly little woman singing about how happy she is eating her noodles while watching the race.

He drove up to the Sato Suites through a tunnel that lead into the underground garage. He found the section where he can get a card key and parking for his sonic cycle. The transhuman racer was already registered in the race, so he was expected and already had a spot and room held for him. The room that was reserved was the second best type that the hotel had. He made it to the reserved spot, and the drone stayed with the cycle. It said to Uni, "I'll just stay here and contemplate individuality." He didn't say anything to the drone and kept walking into the hotel. He took his helmet off and checked himself in. The hotel staff was expecting him, but he didn't know why exactly why he would be given the second best type of room. He felt like someone was finally giving him a vacation. They showed him to his room with his waited wardrobe already tailored. A very attractive Russian woman in uniform was already cooking in the room's kitchen. She turned to Uni and said, "Your brunch is almost ready, sir. Please have a seat until it's ready to be served."

Uni smiled and headed to the wardrobe closet. He put on a suit without a tie. His bodysuit wasn't thick, so he could keep it underneath the clothes. After walking into the dining area, he sat in a chair and looked to his right where an antique vinyl record player was playing. It had to have been a hundred and fifty years old, but it was playing fine. The cook was making something that looked like a Mongolian stir fry. She prepared a large bowl. Then, mail from Atlas showed up on his keyboard cell phone.

 

[The Welsh Paddy]

Tristan

It took a while for Tristan to collect himself as the buzzer on his alarm shrieked repeatedly. Opening his eyes, he stared up at the ceiling for a few moments before reaching over and switching off his alarm clock.He thought of the e-mail he had received a few days ago.

"Dear Citizen. I am considerably sorry but this was the last chance I had. The situation is dire but to put it shortly I need you to carry out a task. You have been registered for the annual Super Sonic Tournament. It has already been done, do not try to run, the Sato Company associates will surely find you. And it would be wise not to talk about this as I can tap into your records and arrange them to what I see fit. Now, to put it short the task I ask of you is simple. You must assassinate Olivia and Dalton Sato, the communist leaders of this horrid Tournament and the unstoppable world superpower. Your prize will be the sum of any amount of credits you desire. The Sato Company family are up to a dangerous scheme, and I fear it may be too late. All I ask of you is to win the tournament, get close to them, and kill them both before this mad scheme gets out of hand. Do not worry about failing in your mission, for there are others among you, exactly 10, who have also been given this mission as well. Good luck. -Atlus" it had read.

Tristan thought it was some kind of joke. Sure, the Sato family were hated by many, and he couldn't blame people for wanting them dead. But why he involve him in this? He had taken part in a number of races now, but he still didn't think he stacked up well enough against some of the other veterans. Who else is in on this, if anyone? Tristan doubted he even could kill someone in cold blood. It was another thing entirely being in an environment that could very well be kill or be killed.

It was half an hour before he climbed out of bed to do his morning exercises, take a shower and get dressed. He would skip breakfast today because he will be having brunch with all the other racers, sponsors and other prominent figures. Having dressed in a shirt and tie for the ocassion, he decided to head to the Ceremony Hall early to go and meet Trevor. As he made his way down the hotel hall, he heard other people getting up and ready for brunch. Each year it was always the same. It still made him feel nervous, knowing that these people could very well be out for his blood once the races begin. It was mostly the gangs and prisoners he had to look out for. Violence from them was to be expected, but that doesn't mean other participants aren't prone to violence.

By the time Tristan got to the Ceremony Hall, it was already begining to fill. People from all over the world; some just keeping to themselves and others, particularly those who have met in previous races, being all warm and friendly. He saw Trevor at the far end of the hall, talking to some of the other sponsors. Upon seeing him, Trevor grinned and opened his arms to give Tristan a hug. "Tristan! Good morning, lad," he said warmly.

Trevor was Tristan's first sponsor. He was actually an old friend of his dad's, once going to him on a regular basis to have some Sonics fixed up. Now, he fancied himself an "agent to the Stars" type, but in Tristan's case it was mostly because he felt like he owed his father as opposed to seeing any real potential to win the Super Sonic. Regardless, if it wasn't for Trevor, Tristan wouldn't be where he is today and his presence definitely made him feel more at ease in these races. "I hope you plan on putting on a good show today," he said before introducing him to the people he was speaking to.

It won't be long now. Everyone would be seated, and Olivia Sato would arrive to make her speech. He wondered if it would be the same as last year. His phone vibrated, alerting him to a new message. Flipping it open, he read "I'm glad to see you all have made it to the tournament. Try not to make any trouble. The first day is always the worst, and there is so little I can do to help you."
He shook his head in exasperation. "What a nutjob," he thought.

"What's up, Tris?" asked Trevor.

"Ah, nothing," replied Tristan, closing his phone and pocketing it.

The Ripper

"Err... The Ripper?" a guard called out nervously, shuffling through a series of papers.

The Ripper grinned, revealing two rows of sharpened teeth. "Yeah," he snarled. He stood up, towering above the guards. They all looked scared. The guard who called him swallowed hard. "Go and get ready," he said.

The Ripper lumbered past him, growling and raising his hands as if to smack the poor fellow, making him flinch. The Ripper chuckled before passing through the transfer and entering the armoured wagon used for transporting prisoners. He heard the guard began addressing the other prisoners fortunate to have their names drawn from the lottery. He sounded brave now that he was away from The Ripper. The thought made him smile. He was eager to get to the races, excited at the thought of all the violence it entailed. He sat quietly in the truck as the other prisoners came in. Some nodded at him in greeting, but others kept their gazes averted. Of the ten who were chosen, there were only two he could say he liked. They will be his allies in the races. At least to begin with.

The truck started its two hour drive from the prison to the holding area for the prisoner racers. He smiled to himself, playing out the possible scenarios in his mind. He could already feel the adrenaline building up inside, making his body tremble. He was cooped up in prison for five years and he was eager to get out, even if it was just for the races. "Let the games begin," he thought.

 

[Tipsynaruto]

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Helvetica Standard: Racing Stripes
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Helvetica was kicking her legs in anger as she sat on the edge of her bed in her Sato Hotel room. The registration desk and the hotel staff almost refused her entry and her room when they doubted her age and credentials. Somehow, everything ended well when one of the senior staff was a friend of her father and vouched for her documents. Her mood didn't improved with him ruffling her head like a child and then wished that her luck watches over her in the race.

Hmph! I don't always rely just on my luck. I do have skills too!

Her pouting really only lasted a few more minutes. From her window, she could JUST see bridge, despite it being on the lower levels. For a second, it brought a smile to her face. Sydney was her city and the iconic bridge was part of her identity. That, and the memory of her little skating adventure across the top and messing with the flag. Nothing major, but she did leave her mark on the bridge in the form of a small, little tag the size of her palm. Back to the present, next to her luggage was a nondescript box which held a really fancy pair of skates, courtesy of her mysterious "employer". The pair she owned herself was good, but commercial. THIS on the other hand, was custom, one of a kind. In fact, for the event that she was to be entering, it was rather elegant and fancy. She was expecting something like her own boots, rugged and tough. Putting the skates aside, Helvetica was about to open the other section in the box when her collar notified her of a message. it was the concierge, reminding her that the speech by Olivia Sato was to begin soon. Leaving the box alone, Helvetica made her way down to the ceremony hall, where it was packed to the brim. Her small stature meant that she was pushed around a bit, but she can also squeeze through easier. However, Helvetica decided against going to the center of the hall. She'd probably be trampled to death before the first race. Instead, she made her way to a more empty area and see if she could scrounge up some food. Popping out from the crowd, Helvetica managed to get to a rather empty table. The only one that was there was a brunette girl. Grabbing some quick chow first, Helvetica then excused herself as she dropped down onto a seat on the table.

Excuse me

The girl didn't seem like someone from the media, nor some celebrity. So most likely, she was one of the 16,000 participants or a spectator. However, given the expensive nature of the hotel and she didnt seem like a rich princess, the former was more likely. Coincidentally, just as Mr "Atlas" sent her a message, Helvetica noticed the girl also checking her own device.

Heh. What a coincidence.... though probably a thousand other people are checking their phones...

With that, she didn't take serious notice.

I'm glad to see you all have made it to the tournament. Try not to make any trouble. The first day is always the worst, and there is so little I can do to help you. Do remember to check your entire package.

-Atlas
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Hmmm. Thats not reassuring. These events are notorious for their... danger.. I mean, aren't there prisoners in them? Gotta be extra careful then

Now the danger was a bit more present, Helvetica began to be a bit more aware, keeping an eye at all times for anything or anyone that might try and off her for whatever reason

 

[Exoskeleton]

April 30th, 2153
12:00pm​

Weisly Croft ~ Chaos

It took a while before she realized she had company. She glanced over at the girl who sat at her table, unaware that her facial expression was not the most inviting, or comfortable. However it was nice to see a female face in this crowd for once. Horns! She patted the black backpack she wore nervously before taking an apple from the table with her other hand. "Hello."

Her smile must have looked hideously odd. She probably looked vulnerable, like a lamb in a lions den. "Are you participating in the race too?"

The girl hardly looked like she should be racing. She looked under-aged. A fake ID? It was easy for kids to produce one nowadays. And the neck contraption the girl wore looked interesting. For a split second Weisly wanted to ask if she could touch it. That's rude. what are you doing? She's probably not even into wanting company anyways. It was times like this that Weisly truly cursed her lack of experience in social situations.

The large television screens seemed to light up around the hall at once without warning, and Weisly knew at once it had begun. The lights powered out, all except one by the balcony at the end of the large hall. The television screens buzzed with white noise before the all to familiar Supersonic Tournament Video Song began to echo followed by the familiar Supersonic logo with the skull that gave her chills to look at. And then at once a montage of past competition footage played. Racers racing, one large man flipping in the air with his board, a female racer crashing into another player's cycle, an explosion with mechas, and various other SS participants. Mysterious text appeared on the screen. The music, the fantastic text of "Are You Ready?" and "Biggest Event of the Year" flashed across the screen. It was enough to make one forget the dangers of the race. That tons, thousands of people die in the race every year. But non-racers don't have to worry about that. Weisly reminded herself. Ignorance was truly bliss.

It felt like a while before the video ended. However once it did, the lights resumed with a dim color, and Olivia Sato stood upon the balcony in a slim fitting red and black gown. She was prettier than most girls. Her skin was smooth, her facial expression serious with confidence. Her hair was long and dark, and she had full pouty lips. She was what most men considered sexy. An odd white humanoid drone stood at her side. It was motionless, and what made it completely odd was that it had no face. Just a white head like an old mannequin. It was known to be Olivia's own personal droid.

Welcome all to the eighth Super Sonic Tournament!

The crowd cheered, and Weisly suddenly felt as if she regretted coming here. Olivia opened her speech with dedicating the tournament to her dead mother. That alone was enough to make Weisly feel sorry for the girl. She decided that this Atlas man was bad news. The rest seemed like a blur, yet Weisly sat quiet munching in her seat and waiting for it to be over.

And once more thing. This year's race has added a new edition. Introducing one of the latest Sato Brand trackers. A rectangular chip appeared on all television screens. For all who participate in this race, this chip will help to ensure all of our well being.

The girl smiled.

This chip will be required to be implanted in every organic and non organic body participating in this race. It will enable Sato headquarters to ensure that no cheating of any kind shall take place upon the track. As you all know first time racing civilians are release onto the racetrack first beginning at midnight. Then experienced celebrities are released ten minutes after and then the prisoners are released last. Until then, any tactic is allowed in order to gain an advantage, however, remember that if any of you dare to begin racing before your allotted time you will be sought out and eliminated from the race. As always by registering the Sato Company is not responsible for any death that happens to occur. Now everyone get ready because from what I hear this will be the biggest race yet!

Weisly did not feel much like finishing her food. The hall was buzzing with people, most angry about the procedure. Hundreds of nurses in white caps stood at the exit of the halls with needles to inject the chip. On no not needles!

"Did you know about this?" Weisly asked the other girl in a panic.

And then shouting from members in the crowd erupted. Chantings of Red Scarves and Black Crows erupted through the halls. She could hear a fight breaking out. Tension was oiling all around them. It wasn't long before the commotion at the other end of the hall erupted. Gang names were being shouted, and other racers were being beat up. Some tried to stop it, most went running to get the tracking chip injected and to be off. Others joined in the chaos. Before long there was shouting of "Kill the Competition!" and "Anything goes!" It would be a while before the madness reached their end. Weisly looked up at the balcony, but Olivia Sato had left. However he personal blank faced android remained, staring at the erupting crown with it's blank face as the Tournament themesong looped on. It's face rested in her direction, staring with eyes it did not have.

She wanted to run but she couldn't. People were being trampled over. Scarves of blue and red and black were being tossed and worn. Food was being tossed. Her cell vibrated.

It would be wise for you all to take leave. I advise against allowing yourself to digest the food. It has alterior motives, much like your upcoming injection. I look forward to seeing how many of you make it to the racetrack.

-Atlus​

With one more glance at the balcony the eerie white android was gone.

April 30th, 2153
2:00pm​

 

[Tipsynaruto]

OOC: Atlus reminds me of Atlas from Bioshock 1

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Helvetica Standard: Two sides of the same coin
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"Hello."

The fellow attendee suddenly addressed her, stopping the fork from coming towards her mouth. As she looked up, the girl was wearing the most awkward and odd smile she had seen, making Helvetica's eye twitch slightly. However, keeping in mind she mustn't be rude, her surprised was forcibly drowned under self restraint.

"Are you participating in the race too?"

Ah, well. Yes i am. Are you too? ...... AH! Kii chan!

With the fork in motion to her mouth once again, a small red streak shot out from her collar and knocked into her hand. Said fork cartwheeled through the air and clattered onto the floor.

Awwww. Now i have to go grab another one!

The small red panda twittered happily at the scolding and proceeded to run circles on the table top. Worse is, before she could talk more with the girl or get another fork, the event began. The lights dimmed and the crowd surged forward into any empty space they could find. A video began to play, lauding and hyping up the SuperSonic race before a pretty woman waltzed out to give an address to the crowd followed along with a weird droid. Helvetica really wasn't interested in the speech. It was probably going to be the standard non waiver thing, hyping up the race and maybe some general rules. She has watched a few of the races before and while the skating participants really intrigued and grabbed her attention, the amount of death in it was quite a turn off.

And here i am in it.... what a dilemma.

Welcome all to the eighth Super Sonic Tournament!

Like she had guessed, it was things that she wasn't particularly interested in it. Instead, she wiled away the time by playing with Kii. It was only when Olivia Sato threw in a spanner.

And once more thing. This year's race has added a new edition. Introducing one of the latest Sato Brand trackers. For all who participate in this race, this chip will help to ensure all of our well being. This chip will be required to be implanted in every organic and non organic body participating in this race. It will enable Sato headquarters to ensure that no cheating of any kind shall take place upon the track. As you all know first time racing civilians are release onto the racetrack first beginning at midnight. Then experienced celebrities are released ten minutes after and then the prisoners are released last. Until then, any tactic is allowed in order to gain an advantage, however, remember that if any of you dare to begin racing before your allotted time you will be sought out and eliminated from the race. As always by registering the Sato Company is not responsible for any death that happens to occur. Now everyone get ready because from what I hear this will be the biggest race yet!

"Did you know about this?"

Helvetica was speechless. Her mind was blank and when she could utter a few words from her open mouth, it was something stupid.

What...? I hate shots.

Tension exploded when violence soon erupted. It appeared to be between two groups and general participants. Thankfully, their table was further away from the center, but it was only a matter of time till it spills towards them. It was getting progressively worse as the chants of killing and maiming other competitors begin to rise. She knew that the race were violent, but this was ridiculous. The race does nothing to ensure it was a race. instead, it seemingly encourage dirty play. It felt like a glorified deathmatch. The collar blinked with another notification and in front, popped up another message from Atlus.

It would be wise for you all to take leave. I advise against allowing yourself to digest the food. It has alterior motives, much like your upcoming injection. I look forward to seeing how many of you make it to the racetrack.

-Atlus
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Once again, if this Mr Atlus was to be trusted, Kii has saved her bacon once again and once again, she has dug even further into her supply of luck.

Thanks Kii. Saved me again.... but then... something bad should happen PRETTY soon if past experience is to be trusted.

To their front was the army of nurses. Around them was a bunch of disgruntled guests that may or may not burst into a fit of violent rage. Her current company seemed to be as lost as she was, so Helvetica could give her a bit of her trust. However, since she is expecting bad luck, she would be keeping an eye on her. After all, a dagger in the back is the last she want.

i do NOT want a needle. This is stupid. God knows whats in it. We need to get out of here, pronto, Kii. You dont seem to be going for my throat right now. Wanna help me find a way to jet?

 

[Baseret]

Levont Kiaser: Hello Nurse!

Levont slowly made his way away from the crowds of his weapon fanatics just in time to find two women talking to each other. Watching them a bit, one of the women was about to eat something when a small red panda knocked said fork out of her hand and sent the fork to the ground. Levont smiled a bit as he shook his head. Before he got a chance to walk up to the ladies and say hello, the lights dimmed out as light went on at the front. The t.v flickered on as the SuperSonic advertisement began. Levont ignored it for the most part until Olivia Sato came out to the sound of cheers.


Welcome all to the eighth Super Sonic Tournament!

The speech Olivia stated was basically a thanks for entering and a dedication to her mother speech.

And once more thing. This year's race has added a new edition. Introducing one of the latest Sato Brand trackers. A rectangular chip appeared on all television screens. For all who participate in this race, this chip will help to ensure all of our well being. And once more thing. This year's race has added a new edition. Introducing one of the latest Sato Brand trackers. For all who participate in this race, this chip will help to ensure all of our well being. This chip will be required to be implanted in every organic and non organic body participating in this race. It will enable Sato headquarters to ensure that no cheating of any kind shall take place upon the track. As you all know first time racing civilians are release onto the racetrack first beginning at midnight. Then experienced celebrities are released ten minutes after and then the prisoners are released last. Until then, any tactic is allowed in order to gain an advantage, however, remember that if any of you dare to begin racing before your allotted time you will be sought out and eliminated from the race. As always by registering the Sato Company is not responsible for any death that happens to occur. Now everyone get ready because from what I hear this will be the biggest race yet!

After hearing that part, Levont was not amused at all.

"That chip is going to steal my tech if it goes into me." Levont muttered before his cell phone rang. Levont opened the cell and checked the sender. It was from Atlus.

It would be wise for you all to take leave. I advise against allowing yourself to digest the food. It has alterior motives, much like your upcoming injection. I look forward to seeing how many of you make it to the racetrack.

Levont heard chaos started from the opposite end of the room and chants of kill them as he put his phone away.

"What in blazes is the Sato company thinking. Buaeggh!" Levont muttered before he was slugged by a random person, sending him crash landing into the table with the two ladies and the red panda.

Groaning, Levont got up just to receive a face full of mash potatoes to the face. Looking at the two ladies there, Levont wiped his face off before muttering a sheepish, "Hello. You two might wanna get out of here now before it becomes a bloodfest."

 

[Kyreaan]

Uni was staring at the attractive Russian woman as her head was now lying face down into a bowl of Mongolian stir fry. He was still sitting at the dining table in his room as the corpse sat on the other end. His right hand held a lever action rifle that was stashed away under the counter top near the stove. He figured the rifle was meant for the woman to use on him if a certain plan didn't take place. The vintage record player kept playing in the background as the smell of cooking food overwhelmed the room. The woman had been cooking and served two bowls to the table. She turned around to get drinks from the kitchen. Uni noticed at that moment there was a hidden rifle in the room. The cook started walking back to the table with two glasses and a bottle of Australia's finest. She smiled at Uni as she sat down. After she served the drinks, she looked down at the food. Then, Uni raised the rifle from under the table that he got when she was away. He pulled the trigger and blew the top half of her head clean off.

The woman turned out to be another transhuman. Her brain case was scattered everywhere as brain matter and synthetic fluid were all over the kitchen area. Uni thought it was time to head out for the lobby. He wasn't even going to clean up the place. He hoped the sound of the rifle was too loud for anyone on the floor to get a fix on its origin. It was better to let people assume the sound came from one of the gangs. Uni walked to the lobby after placing the rifle behind the window curtains in the corner. Olivia Sato was scheduled to have an opening speech. By the time he reached the main hall, Olivia was already started. She had a droid standing beside her on the level she was speaking from. Uni decided to sit at a table behind where a couple of women racers sat. When he looked around at each racer in the room, he could see a window pop up in his vision giving details about who they are and their racing information.

Uni looked up at Olivia's droid. He accessed the wireless link network adapter in his body to search for any possible link to it. If successful, he could use his VR interface to hack the droid. This would give him eyes and ears on the inside. He might even find useful information on Olivia. If he gets lucky, he could find the core and take over its body. After all, what's another suit? The nurses started giving shots to people to implant chips. This changed Uni's plans for the race. He accessed the link he had to a doll, a full body prosthetic that looked just like himself, that he stashed in another building. Unless he switches the chip to the doll, he wasn't going to be able to use a body double for part of the race. He switched off the doll and sat still as the gang fight spread throughout the main hall.

 

[Exoskeleton]

(OOC: Moving things along)

April 30th, 2153
2:15pm​

Weisly Croft ~ A Way Out

Weisly stared at the girl's collar before snapping back to the present. "Can we do that? Just skip out? That's not against the rules is it?"

Somewhere in the distance she heard a plate smash. The fighting was drawing closer. I'll try to find a path but...

Her eyes closed and opened once more, her vision changed. The world had become a shade of violet purple, with heated objects glowing a brilliant white. She stared through the crowd, every where she looked the white shapes vanished to reveal the violet solid walls- everywhere except a space beside the balcony. The white heat signatures within the solid balcony wall suggested a motorized sliding door. The path beyond that was a darkened hall, but that was all she could tell from her own distance. "There's a door just up there beside the balcony." she said to the other girl, "I heard one of them mention it."

She nodded towards nobody in particular from the restless crowd. The last thing she wanted to expose was her race and make yet another enemy. "Are you sure we should leave?" she asked.

But then she saw the army of nurses attending to the wounded and the rest with large needles. One of the giant screens displayed the location where the prisoners were kept. It looked as if they were in a similar predicament. Weisly had the urge to check her most recent message once more but restrained herself. Something didn't seem right about this guy, forcefully entering her into this unfamiliar sport with a dangerous mission and even more dangerous opponents on and outside the racetrack. At this point she could see no other way.

 

[Kyreaan]

Uni was successful with his hack. Olivia's droid was his. He set the command codes and keys, so the droid would act in information gathering. It'll also send anything visual into a window in his vision. The droid walked off with Olivia as the crowd was turning the room. Uni stood up and walked to one of the nurses as he received another message from Atlas. Uni let one nurse with short brown hair stick him with a needle. He said to her, "Thanks." Then, he turned towards the table with a woman wearing a collar and two others. Uni quickly walked passed the table while replying to one of their questions, "Yes. I suggest you leave now." Uni walked up the stairs to reach the balcony. He contacted his droid on his cycle and said, "Scrabble the chip and create a loop." The droid replied, "A loop is starting now. You shouldn't have to worry too much." Uni looked back from the balcony. He looked down at the woman wearing a collar. He was going to need a partner for this race, and she looked like she wanted out of the hotel.

 

[Tipsynaruto]

OOC: Decide whether i can open it via brute force or not Oli.

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Helvetica Standard: Suspicious
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"Hello. You two might wanna get out of here now before it becomes a bloodfest."

When the man flew into their table, Kii launched herself from the table and nestled herself back into her collar. The man was a sign that the fight was now on their doorsteps and it was probably wise to follow his advice.

"Can we do that? Just skip out? That's not against the rules is it?"

It probably is, but seeing as those nurses are really "enthusiastic" about those needles, i really don't want to get jabbed. So yea, I'm leaving.

The girl seemed indecisive, but it seems Helvetica swayed her choice enough for her to follow along. As Helvetica looked around for a window or a staff side corridor to slip out by, the girl chirped up suddenly with some useful information.

"There's a door just up there beside the balcony.

Helvetica looked confusingly at the wall which she pointed at. It was a flat solid wall, which confused Helvetica as to why she would say that. Instead of questioning her outright, Helvetica blinked twice in preparation and activated and cycled through several of her visual filters.Just like she said, thermal and x-ray showed that the wall was indeed a sliding door, hidden. That jacked up her suspicion and just before she questioned her, the girl quickly shot in a reply as if she could read her mind.

I heard one of them mention it. Are you sure we should leave?

Putting aside her curiosity for a later time, Helvetica steeled herself and committed to their escape.

Yes. Me being in this race is already an oddity. I don't want another complication like this tracking device. C'mon

"Yes. I suggest you leave now."

Helvetica eyed this more older gentleman with suspicion, particularly since he readily took the shot. As he left, as stealthily as she could, Helvetica snuck towards the hidden door. Of course, she herself has no idea how to get the door open. Instead, Helvetica decided to go the brute force method, using her vision to locate the edge of the door and jammed her left hand into the gap. Her prosthetic broke a small bit of the wall, giving her some purchase on the edge of the door, which she then proceed to try and force it open.

Hrrrrnggghhhh.....! C'mon....

 

[Kyreaan]

Uni saw the small woman go up to the balcony. She looked like she saw the edge of a hidden door and proceeded to jar it open like an elevator door. He looked at her as she split open a piece of the wall. A window came up in his vision, and the name Helvetica showed with her racing information. Uni placed his left hand above her hand and forced the door open with the superhuman strength from his full body prosthetic. No one seemed to notice because of all the commotion on the lower floor. Uni ran into the hallway hidden behind the door. It only had a right turn into another hallway with windows and a door. After turning right, Uni could see a window at the end showing the rest of the city. The light from the window lit the entire hallway. There was a single door on the left of it leading to a small staircase. Uni ran for the door leaving Helvetica to follow. He said to her, "Come on!"

The commotion in the hotel lead Uni to believe the ones behind the race would've known all of this would happen. He was right about the food in his hotel room. Atlas confirmed it. Uni thought it was best to make it to his cycle. He started running down the staircase while letting people kill each other off in the hotel. If the body of the woman as still in Uni's hotel room, he could clean it up later. He stopped to look up the staircase for Helvetica. He said, "Give me your link, so we can keep communication." Anyone with body modifications in this time would know that this meant linking through a bandwidth to a cyberbrain, so they wouldn't have to use cell phones.

 

[Exoskeleton]

(OOC: Alrighty now that that's settled.)

April 30th, 2153
2:20pm​

Weisly Croft ~ Swift Exit

The other girl's attempts to open the door was nearly successful before a strange man appeared before them both opening the door and bolting down the dark hall beyond.

"W-who was that man?"

Weisly would easily trust this stranger. He seemed to know an awful lot about the layout of this building and his beckoning them both in after him did not help his case in her eyes. "Should we trust him?" she asked the other girl.

A quick view through the walls of the hall revealed several slim passages and exits. One exit toward the right of the hall she saw would lead out onto the street. There were other doors too: one to a dark room with humanoid prosthetics, another passage leading downward into the ground, and a small elevator shaft which seemed to be in use at the moment. She stepped in the hall and wondered if the girl would follow. I should at least get her name. Yet, she realized the wide scope of the racers. All she needed to do was shut herself in her hotel room until it was time to race. Yes, that's what I'll do.

She continued down the hall watching the man leave up ahead. She wouldn't trust anyone until the race began. She barely knew the girl she was with. "Well, it was nice meeting you. I"ll see you out on the racetrack." she nodded before sliding out of the hall to return to her dorm.

April 30th, 2153
6:57pm​

Olivia Sato ~ Assassin

Her bathwater was warm, and the many screens around the tub had been filled with images and data of the race. Olivia took this time to relax. Ever since she'd heard the troubling news her head began to spin restlessly. Luckily a good soak for her skin was what she needed. One of the many screens around the tube lit up before displaying her father's head. "Yes?"

"We've found most of them."

"Of course you have," she shifted in the tube a bit. "Give me the rundown."

Her father shifted his papers and lifted a folder in front of his face before responding. His eyesight was growing much worse. "There have been few threats, however all have been eliminated. Nearly five hundred skipped out on the mandatory injection-"

"No problem we'll send the special droids to kill those-"

"Ahem, yes. And a good 68 percent of those involved with the murders in the ceremony hall have been transferred to the prison camp."

"That should be enough I suppose. Just send me the rest through email- Although I'd also like to put a special hit out on the one who calls himself 'hacking' my dummy droid."

"Which one?"

"All of them." she commanded. "One by one. You should know all about the hackers from the moment they accessed it. I can't sit here like a fool being thought of as some weakling to be taken advantage of. Snoop through all of their personal messages, belongings, histories, find out all you can and we'll take it from there."

"Anything else?" Her father's voice seemed tired. His sagging skin and tired eyes looked as if he needed a bath himself.

"Nothing. I suggest you take a quick soak. The race begins soon."

"I cannot do that miss. I must stay here and manage behind the scenes like always."

The screen blacked out and once more things were quiet. Olivia Sato felt reluctant to host the event, but then again it wasn't something she wanted to do, it was necessity. For herself and for the new future Super Sonic would have to continue and nobody could stop it.

April 30th, 2153
11:55pm​

Weisly Croft ~ The Starting Line

The bridge had shone bright in the night sky. Thick crowds lined the bleachers, bright neon lights flashed all around her, and loud music seemed to blare throughout the night sky. She had already cast her vote for the race obstacle. It was just a matter of reporting to the already crowded bridge. She had learned to move around in her Sonics, but just a little. People rode motor bikes and stood atop hover boards. Nobody moved or floated, not until the magnetized track was switched on at midnight.

The neon lights and the track seemed to stretch on and on. She could spy at least one track loop somewhere off in the distance. What a fantastic city! Thousands of participants would start off racing towards the finish line, ten minutes after the race began the gangs and celebs would be released, and after that prisoners. It was nerve wrecking.

She turned around looking at the crowds shrieking from the bleachers and at the other racers. Everyone seemed so determined. She would try, but there were no guarantee she could win the race. A large light towered over the bridge and all of a sudden the shrieking crows quieted as well as the other racers. Everyone watched the light.

It flicked to red, and the rest of the lights around the bridge and bleachers and track changed red with it. Weisly could see the moon above, even it seemed to change color.

The light changed orange, as did the rest of the bridge. Racers tensed, the crowd gasped, and a low humming sounded from beneath her feet as hover boards rose into the air. Her own Sonics glowed bright neon blue where the streaks were. "Oh, w-were beginning?"

It was a stupid question but she couldn't help it. Her heart fluttered as she stared at the light along with the rest of the crowd.

And then the light flashed green.

 

[Baseret]

Levont Kaiser

Levont had his Inversion system on tightly as he rolled out on his Sonic Motor bike. Considering what happened last night, he was still amazed that he got out of the area quickly.


////FLASHBACK////

Levont didn't have time to follow the two girls as another person decided to join the brawl. He was close enough to the main entrance of the room. Quickly grabbing a random person, he dragged said person over to the door and gave them a swift but hard kick. It was strong enough to at least send them through. With the doorway now open, Levont ran right through it and quickly made it back to his suite before anything bad could befall him.

///Flashback end///

At the very least, he saw one of the two ladies who's table he crashed into. Before he got a chance to yell out hello, the race started to count down. Levont took one last power reve up on his Inversion System and reve up on his Sonic bike before he focused his thoughts on the race. Everything fell quiet to his ears as the light counted down. Then it turned green.

Levont quickly charged up an inversion shot and shot it behind him, engulfing a few races in it's non leathal radius, most likely slowing them down as he soon sped up to outmanuever everyone on the race.

 

[Tipsynaruto]

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Helvetica Standard: Suspicious x 2 and the race
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Helvetica narrowed her eyes in even further suspicions as the man yanked the door open, right before she felt the resistance about to give. While the door was now wide open, it wouldn't be left unnoticed for long. A wide, gaping hole in an otherwise flat wall was going to be seen real soon and security might come charging after them.

"Come on!"

"W-who was that man? Should we trust him?"

I don't know, but i don't want to give him my trust so quickly yet.... Well...that just makes me rather hypocritical, but at least we exchanged words. I guess we just have to keep an eye open when we go in.

With that, the two girls quickly went after the man, into the corridor. There were many side slits and exits, but neither of them knew where they led. The last thing they wanted were to take the wrong turn and end up in a dead end. Thankfully, after a bit more rummaging around and presto staircases. It was then probably the time to split with everyone.

"Well, it was nice meeting you. I"ll see you out on the racetrack."

"Give me your link, so we can keep communication."

The girl skipped away quickly and just as she was about to do the same, the man asked her for her link. Her suspicion meter was now off the scale. While she has done so with a few other people, God knows what this stranger would do, particularly in this bloodthirsty and cutthroat race. Thankfully, heavy footsteps behind meant that she could use that as an excuse.

maybe next time. No hard feelings. Good luck.

Without waiting for a response, Helvetica skipped away from the area and disappeared from sight. It took her a further few minutes to get back to the safety of her room. Now safe, Helvetica flopped onto her bed. Just as she was about to have a quick snooze, Kii popped out and ran towards the box that held her skates. Helvetica ignored the small animal until it made a racket so loud that she had to go see what was the issue. Kii kept pandering about on the box, pawing at the bottom until Helvetica remembered that there was an additional slot in there.

Thanks Kii.

Reveling in the short scratcj behind the ear Kii jumped off so that her owner could get at the box. Helvetica quickly found out why the box was deceptively heavy. Inside the compartment was a large gun, accompanied with a quaint written letter.

A special gift for you. I know you have some experience ini using large caliber hunting guns during your time in the outback, so this shouldn't be too unfamiliar to you. Of course, like your skates, this is a bit more special. Try and familiarise yourself with it and hope it keeps you safe during the race.

-Atlus

Underneath the plush interior of the box was an instruction booklet.

Well, Kii. Looks like we won't be napping then....

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Helvetica Standard: 3...2...1...
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The race was to be a night one. The cacophony as deafening, with the crowd going crazy and the music booming loudly out of gigantic speakers. The flashing neon lights and camera flash was also kind of blinding. She was further in front of the main bunch of people, purely because she was not a criminal, nor was she a celebrity or VIP. That was fine, however. It just meant that the spotlight would never, EVER be remotely close to her. The Sonics that this Atlas got her felt unreal. It was classy as heck and felt as responsive as physically possible. The other present, the gun, was tucked securely on a shoulder holster, partially covered by the flaps of her clothing. It was probably not a good idea to flash a piece in the open. The less savoury type might decide to take her out first then nick the damn thing.

As Helvetica looked around at the plethora of sonics around, the crowd suddenly fell deathly silent. It was the kind which gave her a queasy feeling. All the racers looked upwards and when she followed their sight, she saw the countdown timer, going from red... then orange. Her Sonics began to hum to life and light slits glowed a super bright white blue.

"Oh, w-were beginning?"

A familiar voice pierced the silent air nearby, causing Helvetica to lose concentration for a second as she looked around and the lights turned green. In one massive surge, the noise from thousands of machine roaring to life shredded through the air. People sped forward, knocking her at the shoulder before Helvetica could get to grip and put her foot to the metal. As she was gaining a bit of speed, several meters to her right, people were beginning to play dirty as a blast took out a few racers from someone at the front. That proved to be an incredible incentive for Helvetica to get further ahead. Applying a bit more power, her Sonics blasted ahead, overtaking people by the dozens. It was like the Earth and Moon, her skates and this Sonic. So powerful and wonderful. As the speed picks up, a rather familiar tingly feeling began to crawl up her spine. The thrill of speed street skating began to pump adrenaline into her head. Still, despite a grin slowly building on her face, caution was not thrown into the wind. She may be pulling ahead, but she was keeping people at arms distance as much as possible.

 

[Kyreaan]

Uni ran down the stairway to get to the service area. Once he hit the floor, he took an elevator while ignoring the staff. They didn't pay much attention to him since he wore a suit. He went back up the building to get to his suite. The room wasn't disturbed, and the body that he left was still face down in a bowl of food. Uni grabbed a carpet and rolled the dead transhuman into a ball. He took cleaning supplies and wiped all of the surfaces. With the body taped and wrapped, he grabbed the rifle that he took from her and jumped out of the window. He didn't have to be cautious about the height because of the tensile strength of his full body prosthetic. He landed in the alley while noticing no one was in sight.

The body was dumped into a large trash compactor. Uni ran into another building where he previously stashed a doll. He took it with him since he didn't want it to be found. The race wasn't going to start until later that night, so Uni decided to do something involving being out of sight until then. The city wasn't too busy, and he thought there might be something he can get away with. There was a skyscraper with a vault. This vault was said to contain the most important data storage of a local crime syndicate. The crime boss himself named Boss Takishi was running houses with casinos and transhuman servants. If Uni could get himself inside the vault to the server, the contract would be worth a small fortune.

He showed up an hour later to the skyscraper. There was a food court on one of the bottom levels. A service elevator ran behind the kitchens of some venues. He walked into the building with a black outfit and a visor over his face while avoiding the staff. Once he found the elevator in the employees only area, he walked inside by himself and closed the doors. He looked up to notice that there wasn't a security camera inside the service elevator, so he jumped up through the hatch on top of the elevator. He pulled gloves out of his pocket and started climbing the wire inside the shaft. He didn't need any light since the visor picked up infrared. Uni climbed for eleven stories to get to the reported floor with the vault. He jumped onto the wall of the shaft and grabbed the door edge with his left hand.

The elevator doors on the vault's floor were opened with superhuman strength. Uni jumped onto the back wall of the shaft and sprung off through the doorway. He quickly found a security computer screen on the wall with a camera near a closed door. Uni ignored the camera while taking off his gloves and prying open the case. It wasn't going to matter at this point anyway. He grabbed a wire from the back of his neck and connected his cyberbrain to its motherboard. He sent a command to shut down and erase the electronic security. With his hacking skills, it didn't take longer than thirty seconds for the cameras to shut down while the memory of the security system was fighting an executable. The doors were now unlocked, and Uni entered to find a large air conditioned room with blinking lights and computers. There was no need for a technician of any kind, so there was no one around. Uni walked around until he could see the vault door. It was 2153. It had a computer controlling the lock. He connected himself to the motherboard of the computer after popping it open. It took only fifteen seconds to break the code. The vault door opened. It contained exactly what was reported for the contract. He walked over to the server and opened its side panel. He pulled out the HDD and placed it in his clothing. Uni ran to the elevator shaft while slipping his gloves back on. Then, he jumped on the wire and escaped in the same way he came in.

The beginning of the race was what Uni expected it to be, yet he wasn't entirely sure why he was put in the back. His black chrome cycle was shining its neon orange and white lighting. The front two wheels were pointed straight towards the prison racers in the middle of the starting positions. In Uni's vision, he could see the racers' information as he looked at them on the track. The racing lights were were turning from red to orange. The droid on the back of the cycle said, "Please for the love of cyberspace, avoid hitting them too hard in this contraption."

The lights turned green. The prison racers were screaming at everyone around them. They drove off as fast as they could. Uni lifted his left foot off the road and drove off. The speed of his cycle made it possible to weave himself through some of the racers. A couple of the prison racers were hitting other racers on the track with blunt weapons made from hotel furniture. One of them was on a sonic cycle and was actually swinging a table leg. The other was on sonic skates and had part of a chair. Uni drove right between these two while ramming himself into the one with a table leg. Uni grabbed the table leg as the prison racer lost control and drove into the side of the track. The explosion took out three racers. Uni closed distance on the other prison racer as he swung the table leg into the back of his shoulder. The prison racer lost control and flipped over the side of the track, which caused a second explosion. People everywhere were cheering.

 

[Paddy McGee]

(Taking liberties in that the Sonic Skates work like AT in AirGear… ^.^’)

Nathan Stokes: Skater.
2-wheeled skates:
Mod 1: B- Speed Boost
Mod2: B- Cloak
Tesla Cannon: Full clip


“…This part is always tense…”

It’d finally begun… The marathon of death. He’d been here before- three or four times, his hazy memory recalled- but, it’d never been this tense. It was almost like the ante was upped by ten times… Or maybe it’d always been like this, but it only struck Nathan now? This was the first time he needed to succeed, to get far in this race.

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Flashback Begin

“Nate… NATE!”

He’d been awoken by the calling of his name, vague screaming, and the scent of burning timber. What’d happened? Why was he in a burning building?! Without a thought, Nathan moved. His body hoped from the bed, he grabbed his saviour- the child that woke him up- and ran. He attempted to avoid the flames as they came- but the fire was burning out of control. He didn’t get the chance to check the other rooms before he got out.
As Nathan burst through the front door and out into the clean air, he took an inhale, dropped off the child, and headed right back in. He couldn’t find anybody

An hour later, and the flames were quenched. The orphanage lay in ruins, the smell of charred timber and plastic diffused into the air.

---
Three days later

“…Three…Four. Gone.”

Across a blackened desk, streamed out were four photos. An innocent face was the focus of each photo… All were charred, just enough to ruin the scene. A lull of silence followed. In this moment, Nathan knew he’d have to return to Supersonic. He’d have to survive- to win. He owed it to the kids, the staff and himself. Rebuild the orphanage and give them the life- and love- their parents never got too.

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` Night before the Race


The nerves had set in, the fear had spread. Nathan was already panicking- though, it wasn’t as if another person could pick it up from him- he was cool as a cucumber. He attended the apparent meet in secrecy. Nathan avoided making any sort early pact this time around. Why would he? This time, he was playing for keeps. Any sort of real pact would always be made on the track anyway; that’s where you separate the men and women from the boys and girls.

Nate looked over his shoulder, to the footgear hung across an armchair. His skates… He then glanced to a chromed suitcase- the real firepower sat, hungry for flesh, fasting before the feast of skulls in the morning. This was the moment Nathan let go of his reluctance to kill.

Flashback ends


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He was now on the start line, his body shuddered in excitement. The thrill of lacing up those Skates had been nostalgic… The sensation, the weight, of the cannon covering his left hand felt demonic, as if it was a reaper of death. His heart raced…Then slowed.


“3.”


His body was stone, his stance a crouched alert style.

“2”

His calves contracted and expanded, his hind quarters raised. His mind was the one racing now. He needed to go. Nathan needed the road- the rush!


“1”

Where’s that bell?! Where’s his relief?!

“GO”

With the green, Nathan was gone. His legs pushed the ground his body pushed into a vertical stand, the wheels activated, speed increased… His body flickered- as if Lightning powered his skates- and off he went, into his last “Marathon of Death”.

 

[Exoskeleton]

May 1st, 2153
12:15 am​

A wave of energy to her right blew back a large section of racers, however Weisly kicked off as hard as she could. She dodged and jumped over those racers who had fallen to the man named Levont Kaiser and she had just barely made it out of the starting line. Now she was out on the track, speeding, keeping balanced. It was like something out of a horror movie. Levont's actions sparked a rise in violence at the very beginning of the race. People were using the same tactic, repeatedly shooting, hunting, and killing fellow racers, all to get ahead.

The night air was cool and lashed like a whip about her skin as the track took her into the heart of the city. Big buildings with neon signs stood on either side of her. Advertisements were everywhere, as well as cameras. Weisly made sure to ignore all that. It was her life she feared for most. She was a target for more than one man back at the starting line, however the flexibility of her skates allowed her to dodge the obstacles of broken bleeding bodies and torn metallic limbs that piled high at the starting line.

Weisly got to one sharp street turn where more cameras and fans in bleachers sat. It was like a circus, the way they cheered as she sped past. In bending her knees she found herself going even faster, exceeding the limits of her sonics. She sped forward, gaining momentum with each turn, with each kick.

The race track around her was surprisingly empty. Most of the racers ahead were not violent towards her at all. It looked as if they were only content with being one of the 10,000 to pass the finish line. And since they all were undoubtedly the first to get on the track, things would go well for them. Weisly figured she was fine with the same.

One fellow racer was a girl on a hover board. She had stunning red hair, and a concentrated facial expression. From the looks of her legs she had cybernetic limbs from the waist down. Weisly thought of asking to be a part of a tem when she spotted familiar racers up ahead. The track moved upwards and Weisly bent her knees and pushed off to gain speed.

Helvetica had also belonged to this crowd. Weisly wasn't sure she'd ever see her again. And not too far from them was Levont Kaiser. Cameras seemed to be trained them all, floating alongside the track. Weisoly thought of telling him off for creating such a violent trend, but decided she'd end up looking pathetic, whiney and weak. And that was the last thing she wanted, especially since he was being filmed. Instead she gained just enough speed to catch up with Helvetica.

"You're so fast! I can can barely keep up!" she told the girl.

And it was true. The other girl looked as if she were effortlessly gliding on the track, whereas Weisly took all of her might and energy just to barely keep up. "I never thought I'd run into you again." she smiled.

The track wound all about buildings, and up ahead was a deep dip leading south. The look of it guaranteed one's stomach to drop. However it looked as if the camera's were trained on them now, and Weisly could hear a deep rumbling before taking a quick glance behind her. However what she saw was something terrifying. She had seen it before in ads, and made sure to memorize what it looked like so that she did her best to avoid them at all cost. But now there were two large humanoid assassin droids bumbling towards them both. Victims of these droids were infamous for their gruesome deaths. Weisly had heard enough about them from conversations she'd overheard.

A pathetic scream escaped her throat followed by a flailing of her legs and arms, to push herself forward. But she was at the limit of her sonics, and the track dip into black subway tunnels below had come up. She didn't know what exactly to do. Who could have possibly ordered assassinations on her? She couldn't possibly figure out what she'd done to deserve this.

Somebody wanted them dead.

 

[Baseret]

Levont Kaiser

He was one of the 10,000 that will pass. All thanks to his Inversion system. Levont smiled as he looked around. There he saw two women. The same two women who's table he was punched into. Smiling a bit, Levont barely heard them talking.

But that was beside the point to him as he decided to bring up some help.

"Time for some assistance." Levont muttered as he slammed his hand on a button.

A small circular ball ejected out from the front of the Lightcycle before rushing back to fly beside him.

"How may I be of assistance?" the orb spoke.

"Give me my current placing and the racing course map." Levont commanded as the orb quickly went to work before deciding to strike up a conversation with the two women there.

"I see you two made it out of the disaster of a dinner party eh?" Levont asked before the orb beeped.

"Danger danger danger." The orb stated, going red with alarm while his requested intel flashed up.

Levont refocused his attention to the back when he saw them. Two human like machine quickly rushing towards them.

"Quickly orb, id them and method of evading them." Levont commanded as he started looking for an alternate route.

"Unit is designated Assassin Droids. Robots that hunts one racer relentlessly until dead or pass the finish line. Options for it's evasion, destroy said unit, slow unit down, outrun unit. Engaging in offense actions against Assassin Droid not recommended." The orb answered.

"Some helpful tip that is." Levont muttered as he looked at the course map.

The map showed a downward dip to a subway tunnel and a plan started to form. It was a half baked idea. But if it worked, it would almost guarantee him and a few others passing to the next race.

"Hey, you two ladies. Speed up. Get to the subway before me." Levont yelled as he sped up quickly before swerving around so that he would be facing the pack and the two charging Assassin Droid.

"Orb, set alarm for any obsticale that is coming towards me." Levont muttered as he saw the assassin robots slowly rushing towards him.

The orb beeped as Levont charged up another Inversion blast. Taking a quick aim, Levont fired the shot off. It slammed into the ground before the Assassin bots, slowing it down a bit. He then extended his hand towards one of the camera that was filming the race. The Inversion system started to work as the camera was quickly pulled to him before stopping a few feet from his hand.

"Sorry about the camera." Levont said towards the camera before aiming his hand and the camera at one of the assassin bots.

The inversion sent out a huge pulse of energy as the camera was shot right at the Assassin bot, exploding on contact and crippling one of the robots.

"One slow moving robot." Levont muttered while he started looking for another camera.