2035 Olympics Land Race

Mt. Carlton-Ritz - Crescent Island

When the CEO of Hybrid Universal, the lead investor and developer of Guardian City asks to name a volcano after her father, you dont say no.

The only sign left that the Decepticons ever occupied this island: the geothermal energy system put in place to harvest the energy of this ancient volcano has been adapted and renovated to serve the needs of Guardian City.

The halls of these tremendous caverns glow orange and red almost constantly, and while there is an emergency lighting system in place, artificial light simply isnt needed here. A huge, crimson-orange glowing lava-fall cascades a hundred meters from the ceiling to the floor and bubbles down into a tremendous lake of molten rock. The heat here is incredible, and the teams of engineers stationed here cant work without specialized heat resistant exosuits and armor.

Nissan 350Z Police Cruiser  revs his engine and waits for the signal to start. Should be a nice race. He keeps an eye on the crooked cop car. Might be a problem, might not be. The next few seconds will tell. This will be a nice occasion to test his new "Pursuit tires" he bought in Ibex earlier today. Not because of the race because he is not that kind of bot but simply because he was due...

Mt. Carlton-Ritz is the site of the Olympic Land Race today! And it appears that the track is going to start somewhere at the bottom of the volcano, then loop around the volcano, then back down again for one lap! And this is an active volcano, so it's sure to be a dangerous race!

And who is hosting the race today? It's Turbo, the snail from that movie, Turbo! What, you don't remember that one? C'mon, it's a timeless classic, filled with jokes and references that are as relevant now as they were then!

"Hi everyone, welcome to the 2035 Land Race! I'm Turbo, your host for today!" the Ryan Reynoldsy snail says to a cheering crowd. "I'd be racing too, but they told me snails can't race. But I say ANYONE can do what they want, as long as they believe in themselves!"

"No you can't!" yells an Olympic official from the sidelines. "If you try to race, Turbo, you're DONE, you hear me!?"

Turbo sighs. "Well, alright then. Racers, are you ready?"

Don't worry about the fact that the sizable truck that rolls up to the starting line is sporting a large V-wedge plow, an overclocked engine large enough it sticks out the center of the hood, wicked looking wheel hubs and enough chrome spikes and sharp edges to make Mad Max jealous.

Worry about the fact that Horsepower had spent considerable time on Velocitron before rejoining the war, the place where racing is a way of life. And tends to cross over with demolition derbies.

A lot.

Shockwave arrives from the Geothermal Power Facility to the south.

Shockwave has arrived.

Revving his engine, Discord runs through what he knows about all the other competitors. Concluding the corrupt cop present is the most significant racer, Discord decides to keep a sensor on him. In the meantime he continues to prepare for the race.

Jaguar F-Type R Coupe  idles at the starting line, his engine purring. Present company has him unsettled; he doesn't expect the Decepticons to race fairly. In fact, he's prepared to dodge gunfire at any point in time.

Defcon has arrived.

Sideswipe's file is probably longer than Season 1. So Discord'll probably be scanning that one for a while. As far as the Lamborghini Countach goes, though, that engine is already revving. Enough so that it is actually moving back and forth a bit, as if simply trying to get ready to cheat. Not that Sideswipe would ever cheat. He wouldn't. Ever. He's an Autobot.

... do his rims look like wheel spikes? wtf?

Lamborghini Diablo  is somehow louder than his revving engine. "BLITZWING! If you manage to get your fataft to the top I'ma' roll it right off th' mountain! AND THE REST OF YOU 'CON SCUM!" he shouts, jerking his tires back and forth. Then he stares at Horsepower's wedge, suddenly envious.

Wheels, engines, steering wheels. Most bots and cons need those to actually get anywhere in a race. Thankfully the race guidelines never said that you NEEDED wheels to take part in the land race.

Amongst all of the cars and trucks getting into the starting position is someone who doesn't need any of those. Zipline pads up to the starting line, the rough surfaces of her paws gripping at the pavement. She grins fangily as she crouches down slightly into a starting position, tail flicking behind her in anticipation. She briefly glances one way, then the other at all of the revving engines. And then adds in a throaty growl of her own in an imitation of gunning an engine.

MiG-25PD Foxbat-E  explodes through a peaceful cloud just because it looked at him the wrong way, screaming down to the starting line under the immense power provided by a pair of hellacious jet engines. Before cratering upon the track, the triple-changer blurs into another form, crashing into the shape of an Earthen tank. A foul diesel engine chugs to life, spewing a thick black fog into the air as it propels the war machine forward, splitting Sideswipe and Sunstreaker apart as the Decepticon forces his way in between the Twins. "All talk. How do you think that paint job'll hold up inside the volcano, eh? Heh. Sissies."

< Autobot > Horsepower says, "Somehow ain't surprised the cons would send a tank instead."

< Autobot > Sunstreaker says, "Ugh."

< Autobot > Sideswipe says, "We got this."

< Autobot > Zipline says, "How fast can a tank be?  It's a tank!"

Eddie Garcia has arrived.

< Autobot > Horsepower says, "Ain't his speed Ah'd be worried 'bout"

Combat: Leopard 2A6M  sets his defense level to Fearless.

< Autobot > Sunstreaker says, "Are we seriously racing a tank."

< Autobot > Sideswipe says, "No."

< Autobot > Sideswipe says, "We're 'bout t' WHOOP A TANK'S AFT!"

"Haha, remember to play nice, guys!" Turbo says with an anxious grin as some of the contestants seem to be sizing each other up. "Anyway, guys, it's tiiiiime!" The crowd cheers wildly. "On your marks... get set... GOOOO!" And the Olympics official fires a starter pistol since Turbo is... well, a snail.

And they're off! But the contestants would be well advised to drive with care--this is, again, an active volcano, and the track not only takes racers through the outside of it, but also INSIDE of it, where the temperatures are blistering and there's no telling if the caverns might get flooded with lava!

Race: The racers speed around the track, and the scoreboard lights up with the new race standings...

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===============[ Racetrack Attack! ]=============================

Racer                         Pos Lap Defense-Level

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Jaguar F-Type R Coupe       8   0   FEARLESS       --

+Shelby GT500 Police Cruiser < 9   0   NEUTRAL        --

+Zipline                       9   0   AGGRESSIVE     --

+ Racer within ramming distance

- > You!

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============[ Sorted by Track Position ]=========================

Eddie Garcia is in the stands, wearing a really, really good looking neon green tank top with a neon pink mountain on it and jean shorts. The future is an amazing place. "Take it Crusaaaade!" He yells, and winks at the girl next to him who has obviously been checking out his mullet. "I know him. We've been on a few ops together since I'm a member of an elite, until yesterday top secret EDC strike team." He gives Turbo an odd look. "After everything I've seen in the past week, sure. Why not."

< Autobot > Prowl says, "Sideswipe.  Have you put performance enhancers in your energon?"

Zipline's systems tense, hydrolics shifting like muscles. She hunkers in closer to the ground, as if preparing to pounce out of the starting line. No, she doesn't do the cat butt-wiggle thing. She doesn't have time, because the gun goes off, and she lunges out of the starting line like a shot.

Legs are a blur as she speeds through the lanes, energy lines glowing slightly as her kinetic generator begins pumping additional energy back through her movement systems. Is that a volcano? Zipline barely gets a second to gawk, before she's running straight into it! Luckily, she doesn't have rubber to melt. Unluckily, she has pain sensors in her paws! "Ow ow ow floor is lava, floor is lava!" Almost, anyway. Not where she is, yet.

The police pack V8 roars to life and Prowl takes off like a bat out of hell. It's just like chasing suspects back in the day. Nostalgia? Illogical. Let's focus on making a good performance.

It looks like a tight start, almost like a Nascar race with Horsepower, Sunstreaker and Blitzwing running like a pack.

Combat: Zipline sets her defense level to Neutral.

Lamborghini Diablo  is forced aside for fear of getting Blitzwing's horrible machine pollution all over his paint. "Tch... I'm not concerned about my paint!"

The pistol fires and he's off! Tearing across the rugged landscape, he's left in the dust by his twin, and Blitzwing right next to him. Great. Nothing offensive from him just yet, he just tries to keep on the track. Rocks flying everywhere!

Combat: Lamborghini Diablo  sets his defense level to Aggressive.

Jaguar F-Type R Coupe  tries to shut out his surroundings, particularly the crowd, and instead enjoys racing around the track. It's been too long since he's been able to drive at top speed without worrying too much about getting attacked or pulled over for breaking the speed limit. He slows down a little once Sideswipe is far enough ahead - anyone who's trying to shoot the racers will probably go for number one, he assumes.

Combat: Jaguar F-Type R Coupe  sets his defense level to Aggressive.

The Global Pose Tracker marks that Zipline has 'skipped' her action for this round.

Racing round the track, Discord easily manuevers to avoid some of the slower cars. However he is rather annoyed to see that not one, but two Autobots are ahead of him, and one is fairly close by. He will not allow 3 Autobots to get medals in this race, afterall do they think they are the kings of the road or something? Where's the Stunticons when you need some muscle. Though he is certainly glad Blitzwing is here, afterall a tank should easily even the odds in smashing any Autobots. However Discord increases his speed as much as he can, easily managing to take turns, and just for effect he switches his lights on as he chases after the evil speeding Autobots, determined to give them a ticket (he even has one printed out and ready).

Combat: Shelby GT500 Police Cruiser  sets its defense level to Fearless.

< Autobot > Sideswipe says, "Not that you know of, Prowl!"

Cyberpunk Wrecking Rig  throttles up with loud reverb as the pistol is fired, though while he's got plenty of his namesake Horsepower also has plenty of bulk to move and it takes him a bit of a start to get rolling. Though with that said, once he's rolling the wrecker is keeping up with the pack well enough and steadily picking up speed.

The Decepticons are tempting targets, but no. Pack is still too close together. That and he's trying to actually try enjoying racing for a bit. And not take the dangerous track choice for granted. Good thing his wheels aren't rubber tires and his halftrack-like treads are reinforced if there's going to be lava and hot rocks scattered about that his plow can't just shove out of the way.

Black smoke billows out of the wrecker's stacks as it continues to pick up speed, tried to get a bit farther into the lead.

Trying to smash and burn things will come later.

< Autobot > Sunstreaker says, "Heh."

Combat: Cyberpunk Wrecking Rig  sets his defense level to Fearless.

Leopard 2A6M 's bullying of the Lame-bros out of his way carries him through to the starting pistol being fired, and he uses the built-up momentum to propel him along to keep pace with the majority of the other racers. With Mustard so close by, Blitzwing can't resist ruining that finish. "You're such a horrible liar. Ha ha ha." The tank veers off to one side, intent on walking both treads across Sunstreaker's hood.

Sideswipe might as well do his victory lap now, considering that he's a beast on the road. He swerves in and out as he moves to take his spot in the lead where he belongs. Because, y'know, he's a Lamborghini. He pulls back just a bit, though, coasting to make sure that he's the one that's going to keep this lead. He doesn't have anything to say or snark about at this particular moment, as he's more focused on making sure he's dusting these fools with the greatest of ease. And he is too! (Pay no attention to Crusade.)

His license plate for this particular race says: 'NICETRY'. What an exhaust pipe.

Combat: Lamborghini Countach  sets his defense level to Neutral.

Combat: Leopard 2A6M  sets his defense level to Neutral.

Combat: Leopard 2A6M <Blitzwing> strikes Lamborghini Diablo <Sunstreaker> with his Lizard-On-A-Stick (Ram) attack! [Pulled -3]

Eddie Garcia leans in to the hot girl that loves mullets. "I know I was cheering for Crusade, but...I mean, there's a robot cat running inside of a volcano right now. You can't not cheer for that." He stands up and starts a chant among the crowd. "LET'S GO ZAPLINE!" clap clap clapclapclap "LET'S GO ZAPLINE!"

Hey, it was really really loud outside when he met Zip yesterday.

< Autobot > Sunstreaker says, "MY FRAGGIN' HOOD!"

< Decepticon > Discord says, "Ahh, always a pleasure to see one of those posing Bots have their paint job utterly ruined."

< Autobot > Arcee says, "You guys have to use 'enhancers'?? Pssh..."

An Exo-Suit runs out into the caverns, waving its grabby arms around to warn the racers! "Watch out, the walls of the cavern are going to break! This cavern is going to be filled with LAVA! OH NO!" And right then he's swept away by gushing lava! How can the racers get around it? There's two options--go through it, or go SO FAST that you race on the walls of the cavern!

"Oooh! That could pose a potential hazard!" Turbo remarks. "But it's okay! No matter how hard it gets, or how high the temperature is, you can make it as long as you try!"

From TACS Racetrack, Contrail heads back to OOC-Land.

Race: The racers speed around the track, and the scoreboard lights up with the new race standings...

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===============[ Racetrack Attack! ]=============================

Racer                         Pos Lap Defense-Level

- -

Shelby GT500 Police Cruiser < 0   2   FEARLESS       --

Leopard 2A6M <Blitzwing>      4   1   NEUTRAL        --

Lamborghini Diablo <Sunstreak 5   1   AGGRESSIVE     --

Zipline                       6   1   NEUTRAL        --

+Cyberpunk Wrecking Rig <Horse 7   1   FEARLESS       --

+Nissan 350Z Police Cruiser <P 8   1   FEARLESS       --

+Jaguar F-Type R Coupe <Crusad 8   1   AGGRESSIVE     --

+Lamborghini Countach <Sideswi 9   1   NEUTRAL        --

+ Racer within ramming distance

- > You!

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============[ Sorted by Track Position ]=========================

Combat: Nissan 350Z Police Cruiser <Prowl> sets his defense level to Protected.

< Decepticon > Blitzwing says, "Always a pleasure, indeed. Ha!"

Nissan 350Z Police Cruiser <Prowl> accelerates past Blitzwing, Sunstreaker, Zipline and Horsepower. He is catching up to Crusade. That' a good sign. He listens to the commentators about the track's hazards. He decides to take the long way around. There is a limit to driving up the walls.

Correction, floor will be lava SOON! Zipline is already diving headfirst into the chamber when the warning comes out. "What, seriously!? I WAS ONLY JOKING!" She hunkers her head down, and the energy lines in her systems glow brighter. Legs push harder, hydraulics pumping back and forth. She takes the dangerous route; running up the side of the wall. Her tractioned paws grip at the glowing, hot wall as she pushes the limits to her speed. And probably pain tolerance.

Combat: Zipline sets her defense level to Fearless.

Lamborghini Diablo <Sunstreaker> is so focused on the track that he doesn't notice Blitzwing coming up from the side until it's too late. Oh yes, the tank went there. Sunny watches in horror as the weight on the treads dents and buckles his shiny yellow hood, all while he fishtails across the mountain side. "YOU FRAGGIN' PUNK!" he yells, hitting the breaks to throw Blitzwing off. "Ooooohohohoho you're toast after this! UGH!" It's everything he can do to keep from launching missiles, but there's lava to worry about! And his tires are rubber. So, wall time! Trying to ignore his maimed hood, he accelerates and zooms up a sloping cavern wall. "Hot! Hot!"

Combat: Lamborghini Diablo <Sunstreaker> sets his defense level to Neutral.

Swiftly overtaking the poncy red autobot Lambo, and that other Bot, it's Discord who leaves the rest of the field behind him. As for the lava, well Discord is built for getting places fast, and as he is already driving fast, it doesn't take him any additional effort to go through the lava fast enough that who cares about it. Also there may be a sonice boom in there somewhere. However, with the Bots behind him for now, Discord slows his own pace down a bit. Aside from not wishing to burn out, he also wouldn't wish to get so far ahead of the Bots that they couldn't get to spend some time admiring his exhaust fumes. And yes, as he overtook Sideswipe and Crusade they definitely had speeding tickets tossed out his window at them.

Combat: Shelby GT500 Police Cruiser <Discord> sets its defense level to Protected.

Looks like the going just got tough. So it's time for the tough to get going.

However, Horsepower isn't about to do so without giving his fellow Autobots a helping hand. Or should I say, helping plow.

Said plow drops down to tear into the ground, building up some rock and dirt in front of it, which Horsepower pushes out across one of the lava flows to form a bridge that will at least last for a few minutes for the other Autobots to drive across before burning and melting away. Hopefully.

He has to slow down a little bit to do this, but not by much.

Combat: Cyberpunk Wrecking Rig <Horsepower> sets his defense level to Aggressive.

< Autobot > Horsepower says, "Ah'm doin' my thing, just keep on racin'."

< Autobot > Zipline says, "Iwasonlyjokingaboutthefloorbeinglava!"

< Autobot > Horsepower says, "Y'all keep on speedin'. As soon as Ah get a chance to catch the cons nearby again... hehehe..."

Combat: Lamborghini Diablo <Sunstreaker> strikes himself with his Ram attack! [Pulled -3]

Lamborghini Countach <Sideswipe> attempts to pour on the speed when he gets passed up, but he's been coasting too long and therefore, he can't exactly get his wheels to do what he wants them too. "Fraggit!" is all that happens, before he shifts gears and peels onto the wall, slamming down on his accelerator long enough to screech along the walls. This is going to eat into his fuel but he'll have some time to make up for it with some stylish driving. After all, what good is a race without a little suspense? And chasing down Discord! VRRRRRRRR!

Combat: Lamborghini Countach <Sideswipe> sets his defense level to Aggressive.

Leopard 2A6M <Blitzwing> crashes across Sunstreaker with the satisfying *crunch!* of metal on metal! Unfortunately, the two racers nearest to him have taken to racing along the cavernous walls of volcano, while the triple-changer has elected to trust in his thick armor plating and bear the sting of the lava floes. Blitzwing plows through the lava stream, waiting for another opportunity to cause chaos to present itself.

Combat: Leopard 2A6M <Blitzwing> sets his defense level to Protected.

Jaguar F-Type R Coupe <Crusade> is so distracted by the sudden lava flow that he doesn't even notice Discord take first place. Lava is hot. Lava will burn him, and he doesn't want to burn. He doesn't even care which place he ends in, as long as he doesn't become a heap of melted metal.

He accelerates as he nears the track's wall, hopefully travelling fast enough so that his speed will keep him from sliding down into the lava.

Combat: Jaguar F-Type R Coupe <Crusade> sets his defense level to Fearless.

< Decepticon > Discord says, "If I lap you Blitzwing, sir, you have my apologies, but I am aiming to win for the glory of the Empire. And also to rub dirt in the face of that red Autobot."

"Well, it looks like Discord shot to the top!" Turbo says. "I can't think of a more fitting tribute to the men and women of law enforcement!" He creeps over to Eddie Garcia. "Say, you don't know the guy in the lead, do you? Is he a friend of yours?"

Now, as if lava in the caverns wasn't bad enough, lava is now also gushing from the top of the volcano, pouring straight onto the track! How can the contestants go around THIS obstacle!?

Race: The racers speed around the track, and the scoreboard lights up with the new race standings...

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===============[ Racetrack Attack! ]=============================

Racer                         Pos Lap Defense-Level

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Nissan 350Z Police Cruiser <P 3   2   PROTECTED      --

Cyberpunk Wrecking Rig <Horse 4   2   AGGRESSIVE     --

Lamborghini Diablo <Sunstreak 5   1   NEUTRAL        --

Zipline                       5   2   FEARLESS       --

Jaguar F-Type R Coupe <Crusad 6   2   FEARLESS       --

+Shelby GT500 Police Cruiser < 7   2   PROTECTED      --

+Lamborghini Countach <Sideswi 7   2   AGGRESSIVE     --

+Leopard 2A6M <Blitzwing>      8   1   PROTECTED      --

+ Racer within ramming distance

- > You!

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============[ Sorted by Track Position ]=========================

< Decepticon > Blitzwing says, "I'm not out here to win. I just wanted an excuse to bust up some Autobots."

Nissan 350Z Police Cruiser <Prowl> slows down a bit to manage fuel consumption. Lava across the track?! Prowl begins to look for something...anything that he could do without transforming. He looks at the angle of the mountain...He swerves onto the edge of mountain at a funny angle that carries up just over the stream. Suspensions gets a nasty hit but police cars are built tough. He scans the placements and prepares his next move. The 600+ HP under the hood are getting anxious to be let out. Soon...

Cyberpunk Wrecking Rig <Horsepower> is just trucking along at this point... though the lava spilling down onto the track now would be getting a raised optic ridge if he wasn't a vehicle. "And Ah thought some of the tracks on Velocitron had nasty environments," he rumbles to no one in particular. That said, having to churn his way through the melting hot rock doesn't seem like a pleasant course of action. On the other side, honestly, stopping would be the -stupidest- thing to do right now, because then you'd probably get stuck. And melted like metal fondue.

Somewhat reluctantly he slows down a bit, choosing to actually navigate the lava flows to avoid getting burned too badly. "Normally Ah'm pullin' idiots OUT of this sorta mess..."

Combat: Cyberpunk Wrecking Rig <Horsepower> sets his defense level to Protected.

Zipline can only keep that full run going for so long. Once she's well past the first outpouring of lava, she hops down from the wall and back onto the track. She almost seems to be panting; her coolant system struggling to grab air to ease the strain on her systems. "Whose... bright idea... was this track?" Then, just whe she was getting her system cooled off, lava starts pouring from the ceiling. Eyes wide, Zipline swerves to one side quickly, just in time. Only for more lava to pour down just in front of her!

Zip shifts angles, and bolts past the new flow. She zigs and zags, moving slower, but avoiding the lava.

Combat: Zipline sets her defense level to Protected.

Lamborghini Countach <Sideswipe> can see the drama unfolding, not to mention the drama headed in his direction from behind. Rearview mirrors are the best. Instead of pouring on the speed, Sideswipe decides to get a little fancy, slamming on his brakes for a second and attempting to wheel around the lava that's coming from the alls and taking up the track. He bobs and weaves, gliding around the splashing hotness, shifting back and forth with his speed to make sure he makes this look, well, hot.

Combat: Lamborghini Countach <Sideswipe> sets his defense level to Protected.

Leopard 2A6M <Blitzwing>'s bulky, burly frame sizzles with red hot heat after he plows through the lava flow, coming out on the other side without much lost in the way of speed. Granted, Blitzwing never had much in the way of speed in the first place. Speaking of First Place, Blitzwing thunders down the track as the lead pack of racers approaches him from behind. With a dark chuckle, Blitzwing's fearsome tank turret swivels about 180 degrees, pointing at the arriving group and peppering the track with a stern salvo of 125mm rounds. Blitzwing's tactic causes a dust cloud to billow up from the track, and he uses the natural curtain as a veil to shadow his true motive. The Leopard's mighty diesel engine growls as the drive train shifts into reverse, sending the tank surging after the Autobot nearest to Discord - Sideswipe!

Combat: Leopard 2A6M <Blitzwing> sets his defense level to Aggressive.

Combat: Leopard 2A6M <Blitzwing> strikes Lamborghini Countach <Sideswipe> with his Lizard-On-A-Stick (Ram) attack! [Pulled -3]

Jaguar F-Type R Coupe <Crusade> slows down as well, moving carefully around the lava flows. Against his better judgement, he's also trying to look for any signs of the exo-suit that was swept away.

Combat: Jaguar F-Type R Coupe <Crusade> sets his defense level to Protected.

Having slowed down just a little bit (well want to keep things interesting right?), Discord detects the Autobots catching up to him once again. He even goes so far as to let Sideswipe draw level with him just as he is approaching Blitzwing. Indeed Discord maneuvers in such a way as to almost force Sideswipe to have to get dangerously close to Blitzwing to overtake the cop car. Once that little distraction is dealt with (well he hopes it is, he doesn't stick around to see if Sideswipe can find a way to overtake him and dodge Blitzwing), Discord continues to speed on, dodging lava only when he really needs to, the rest of the time speeding over it fast enough he barely leaves tire marks. Meanwhile, for anyone close enough, music can be heard coming from within the cop car.

http://youtu.be/Bzu2cCRf3fc

Combat: Shelby GT500 Police Cruiser <Discord> sets its defense level to Protected.

Lamborghini Diablo <Sunstreaker> starts to run out of momentum, and ends up back on the ground, narrowly squeezing through the lava flows. Horsepower is big. Horsepower also has a wedge. Clearly, Horsepower is going to be the shield. Sunny tailgates the rig closely. TACTICS. And then Blitzwing rams Sideswipe. But Blitz is too far away! Argh! "KICK HIS ASS," he screams.

Combat: Lamborghini Diablo <Sunstreaker> sets his defense level to Fearless.

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===============[ Racetrack Attack! ]=============================

Racer                         Pos Lap Defense-Level

- -

Lamborghini Diablo <Sunstreak 5   1   FEARLESS       --

+Leopard 2A6M <Blitzwing>      8   1   AGGRESSIVE     RAM ATTEMPT

Nissan 350Z Police Cruiser <P 3   2   PROTECTED      --

Cyberpunk Wrecking Rig <Horse 4   2   PROTECTED      --

Zipline                       5   2   PROTECTED      --

Jaguar F-Type R Coupe <Crusad 6   2   PROTECTED      --

+Shelby GT500 Police Cruiser < 7   2   PROTECTED      --

+Lamborghini Countach <Sideswi 7   2   PROTECTED      CRASHED

+ Racer within ramming distance

- > You!

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==============[ Sorted by Leadership ]===========================

Combat: Shelby GT500 Police Cruiser <Discord> sets its defense level to Protected.

Combat: Nissan 350Z Police Cruiser <Prowl> sets his defense level to Protected.

Combat: Zipline sets her defense level to Protected.

Combat: Cyberpunk Wrecking Rig <Horsepower> sets his defense level to Protected.

Combat: Jaguar F-Type R Coupe <Crusade> sets his defense level to Protected.

As if lava pouring everywhere wasn't bad enough, now LAVA MEN are emerging from the lava! "IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD!" an exo-worker cries, fleeing in terror. "Lava is coming alive! We're all doomed!" The lava men stumble about the track, splattering lava about as they wave their arms around.

"Hey, Red Car!" Turbo yells at the racers. "It's okay if a tank runs you over or... shoots at you! Just so long as you NEVER GIVE UP, you can make it!"

Race: The racers speed around the track, and the scoreboard lights up with the new race standings...

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===============[ Racetrack Attack! ]=============================

Racer                         Pos Lap Defense-Level

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Jaguar F-Type R Coupe <Crusad 0   3   PROTECTED      --

Leopard 2A6M <Blitzwing>      0   2   AGGRESSIVE     --

Shelby GT500 Police Cruiser < 3   3   PROTECTED      --

Lamborghini Diablo <Sunstreak 4   2   FEARLESS       --

+Nissan 350Z Police Cruiser <P 7   2   PROTECTED      --

+Lamborghini Countach <Sideswi 7   2   PROTECTED      --

+Cyberpunk Wrecking Rig <Horse 8   2   PROTECTED      --

+Zipline                       9   2   PROTECTED      --

+ Racer within ramming distance

- > You!

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============[ Sorted by Track Position ]=========================

Cyberpunk Wrecking Rig <Horsepower> doesn't seem to mind the other Autobots using him as a shield as he plows (literally) through the volcanoes obstacles. It -is- a pretty smart tactic, really. Just hope they know to make a move when they get the chance, because even with his considerable speed for his size he's not the fastest of shields. Smoke hisses as lava splatters and rocks clunk off his V-wedge, but he continues just churning right along.

Until there is -animate lava- coming out onto the track. "Oh ya have got to be kiddin' me..." This is just getting rediculous now. With a huff he puts a little speed back into his throttle...

... And veers to the side, attempting to get his bulk between the encroaching lava men and the other Autobots. "Keep goin', Ah can't be no shield forever!"

Combat: Cyberpunk Wrecking Rig <Horsepower> sets his defense level to Guarded.

Getting crushed by Blitzwing's Big Aft is not exactly on Sideswipe's list of Do's for this race. "Fraggin' fragger!" Pieces of him are crushed (the sound of which is not nice), but his tires still work and that's the important thing. He narrows his headlights, lighting them up so that he can get a bead on the fools up ahead. His back wheels get to spinning while he straightens back up and TEARS into tire squealing mode to see if he can't make up for some lost time.

He wants this win. He /needs/ this win. Perhaps more than he needs to beat back up on Blitzwing. Frag this lava. It's go time.

Combat: Lamborghini Countach <Sideswipe> sets his defense level to Fearless.

Nissan 350Z Police Cruiser <Prowl> shifts into high gear...The engine screams as the REAL police cruiser starts catching up. "Lava Men? What kind of race track is this. Clearly safety issues. That kind of stuff would never happened when I was in charge." Prowl brings his best driving to the game.

Combat: Nissan 350Z Police Cruiser <Prowl> sets his defense level to Fearless.

Jaguar F-Type R Coupe <Crusade> swerves away from a lava flow as it surges up and practically lunges at him. Wait... was lava even supposed to work that way? He puts on speed, trying to get away from the vaguely humanoid shapes. They looked like they hurt.

Combat: Jaguar F-Type R Coupe <Crusade> sets his defense level to Aggressive.

"You gotta be kidding me!" Zipline's optics widen slightly as a lava monster bursts out of the molten hot liquid just in front of her. She zags to one side, narrowly avoiding its swipe. The heat of it still makes her armor melt slightly. "When the slag did I run into an old monster movie?!"

More lava monsters are rising up in front of her. She hunkers down slightly, and speeds right underneath the legs of one. Just ignore the molten lava that dribbles along her back, just ignore it!

Combat: Zipline sets her defense level to Neutral.

< Autobot > Horsepower says, "Whoever the hell they put in charge this year is crazy."

< Autobot > Crusade says, "What the frag are these things?! THEY'RE ALIVE!"

Lamborghini Diablo <Sunstreaker> zooms past Horsepower, "Thanks buddy!" and leaves him to the lava men. They could be hired workers for all they know, no need to plow into them! Or maybe just humans in exos that fell in. Someone should probably save them. Hmm.

Sunny finds himself right behind none other than Bad Cop. He's in no mood to play fair, and abruptly rips forward to attempt a haphazard PIT maneuver.

Combat: Lamborghini Diablo <Sunstreaker> sets his defense level to Aggressive.

Combat: Lamborghini Diablo <Sunstreaker> misses Shelby GT500 Police Cruiser <Discord> with his Combat Driving attack!

Despite keeping himself in a fairly mundane and normal speed (by his standards anyway, crash dummies would disagree), Discord manages to not only stay in the lead, but pull further into the lead. However he knows that part of the credit for this has to go to Blitzwing, who just messed with that red losers paint job. No doubt there will be crying. And talking of cry babies, Discord finds himself fast approaching the yellow brother of the aforementioned red lambo. He would laugh at the marks left by Blitzwing, but he's more concerned with lapping the guy and not getting crashed into. Which may be a good thing it seems. But, he's also of the opinion he should cement his lead, and so the true police cruiser kicks his engine back into high gear and speeds over the lava once more.

Combat: Shelby GT500 Police Cruiser <Discord> sets its defense level to Fearless.

Leopard 2A6M <Blitzwing>'s tank treads ravenously chew up Sideswipe's front end, and the Decepticon can't help but cackle all the while. "Ooooh, that's gotta hurt the rep! Ha ha." The tank slams back down to the track with a crash, the segmented metal belts returning to eating up the race lane instead of Autobot face. As the speedier racers breeze back around the track for a third time, Blitzwing takes position to ruin another competitor's day - hello, Crusade! The bruising tank wheels over to one side of the track, attempting to force the new Autobot into a trap - and maybe even knock the poor guy off entirely!

Combat: Leopard 2A6M <Blitzwing> strikes Jaguar F-Type R Coupe <Crusade> with his Ram attack! [Pulled -3]

< Decepticon > Blitzwing says, "This is fun!"

< Autobot > Sunstreaker says, "Sides... Let's hunt this slaggin' cop down when this stupid treaty's over."

< Autobot > Sideswipe says, "Frag a treaty. He dies tonight."

< Autobot > Sideswipe sounds cyberpissed.

< Decepticon > Discord says, "Apparently, as well as having a significant number of tread tracks on his ugly paintwork, that yellow one is not as good at demolition derby as his body work would suggest."

< Autobot > Sunstreaker says, "Did you kill Blitz yet?"

"Hold on, now!" Turbo says, squinting at the volcano as if he can see the lava men inside, which he shouldn't be able to given his location at the starting line. Blame bad storyboarding. "Those lava men... aren't lava men at all!"

And sure enough, some of the lava sloughs off and reveals... Decepticons, with red hot armor! "Aaaaagh! Help!" one of them cries. "We've been trapped in the volcano since--YARGH!" And then Horsepower plows into them quite literally, battering them away. "Autobots! We're under attack!"

And of course, not realizing where they are or what's going on, they begin to shoot at everyone, even the Decepticons! "Die Warpath!" one Decepticon yells. "Wait... you're Warpath, right? Can't tell with the lava making everything look orange!"

"And it looks like the police man is still in the lead!" Turbo says. "See? That's the power of ACHIEVEMENT!"

< Autobot > Sideswipe says, "Shut th' frag up. I got this."

< Autobot > Sunstreaker says, "What do they pay you for!"

Race: The racers speed around the track, and the scoreboard lights up with the new race standings...

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Racer                         Pos Lap Defense-Level

- -

Jaguar F-Type R Coupe <Crusad 0   3   AGGRESSIVE     --

Cyberpunk Wrecking Rig <Horse 4   3   GUARDED        --

Leopard 2A6M <Blitzwing>      4   2   AGGRESSIVE     --

Nissan 350Z Police Cruiser <P 5   3   FEARLESS       --

Shelby GT500 Police Cruiser < 5   4   FEARLESS       --

Zipline                       6   3   NEUTRAL        --

Lamborghini Countach <Sideswi 6   3   FEARLESS       --

+Lamborghini Diablo <Sunstreak 8   2   AGGRESSIVE     --

+ Racer within ramming distance

- > You!

=
============[ Sorted by Track Position ]=========================

Combat: Nissan 350Z Police Cruiser <Prowl> sets his defense level to Guarded.

Nissan 350Z Police Cruiser <Prowl> got lapped by the other police cruiser. Clearly it is an illegal model with enhancements. Despite being lapped...That Decepticon Police Cruiser IS in range. Time for a little lesson in good old police work. Prowl shifts gear and moves towards Discord...Prowl's bumper clears Discord's...little bit more...and swing into a textbook Pit maneuver hoping to send Discord into...well the pits.

Combat: Nissan 350Z Police Cruiser <Prowl> strikes Shelby GT500 Police Cruiser <Discord> with his PIT Maneuver attack! [Pulled -2]

Combat: That attack has temporarily impaired Shelby GT500 Police Cruiser <Discord>'s Agility. (Crippled)

< Autobot > Prowl says, "You guys are welcome."

< Autobot > Sideswipe can't say thanks. Ruin his rep.

Jaguar F-Type R Coupe <Crusade> finds himself abruptly introduced to Blitzwing's treads as the tank plows right into him. The impact knocks him senseless and he smashes into a wall. By the time he regains his wits, he's already fallen behind.

<<Get lost! Go play in traffic or something!>> he snaps at Blitzwing, revving his engine loudly before trying to speed away and regain his position. It takes a moment for him to realize that Blitzwing might technically be playing in traffic, depending on one's definition of what traffic is.

Combat: Jaguar F-Type R Coupe <Crusade> sets his defense level to Aggressive.

< Autobot > Sunstreaker says, "YEAH! Ha! EAT IT BAD COP!"

< Autobot > Sideswipe says, "He can't hear you, idiot."

< Autobot > Sunstreaker says, "Oh right."

Zipping past... well pretty much everyone on the field almost, Discord finds himself... well in a rather uncomfortable position. Though he has a plan. A cunning cunning plan. He slows down. He is pretty sure he has a comfortable enough lead that recharging would be smart. And hopefully letting some of the bots be unlapped will make them all nice, sweet and hug him. Afterall he has said utterly nothing nasty to thaem at all. No trash talking, he's been a polite racer, very sportsmanlike. Yes he really wishes he could say all this, but that would be against protocol. Instead he just slows himself right down and concentrates on the dodging part of todays race.

Combat: Shelby GT500 Police Cruiser <Discord> sets its defense level to Protected.

Contrail has arrived.

Turning into a police car, Contrail fights crime! Wait, that's not right. Contrail causes crime.

Combat: Police Lamborgini Gallardo <Contrail> deploys her reserve energon tank.

Combat: Police Lamborgini Gallardo <Contrail> refuels Lamborghini Diablo <Sunstreaker>'s energon reserves.

< Autobot > Horsepower says, "Nice job catchin' him 'by the book' Prahwl."

Combat: Police Lamborgini Gallardo <Contrail> refuels Lamborghini Countach <Sideswipe>'s energon reserves.

Combat: Lamborghini Diablo <Sunstreaker> sets his defense level to Protected.

< Autobot > Prowl says, "Lots of practice back on Earth helping out the local law-enforcement."

Leopard 2A6M <Blitzwing> laughs as he crushes Crusade up against a wall. "This /IS/ traffic, moron! Ha ha ha!" *BOOM!* Blitzwing's cackling is cut short as he then runs over something rather unexpectedly! Turning his attention to the road ahead, Blitzwing finds himself plowing through another lava man-turned-Decepticon without much remorse. "Warpath?! Puuuuuh-leeez!" The tank's cannon barrel swivels about excitedly, seeking another target as if the barrel serves as the triple-changer's single optic in this mode. The churning treads carry the heavy tank over toward an approaching cop car - y'know, the bad one!

Combat: Leopard 2A6M <Blitzwing> misses Nissan 350Z Police Cruiser <Prowl> with his Felony Shmelony! (Ram) attack! [Pulled -3]

Are those...? Zipline barely glances at the lava men as she passes. "The slag? That's cheating! Someone get those deceptilosers off the track!" One of them gets in her way and waves a weapon at her menacingly, but instead of weaving around it, she leaps up. Claws dig into his chest as she climbs up it, then uses the back of his head like a springboard.

When Zip touches the ground, her hydrolics tense like springs. She brings her head her head down, and the energy lines up her legs flare brightly. There's a dull whine from her systems as they pull a charge from the her generator, flooding her movement systems with extra energy. Then as if something snaps, Zipline bursts on ahead with a sudden increase of accelleration, not unlike the big cat she's modeled after!

Combat: Zipline sets her defense level to Fearless.

Sideswipe is in speed demon mode and there's minimal time to really do much of anything. He gets even more pissed when he realizes his fuel is going bye-bye and he can feel his body starting to shake. He can only slam on his brakes and attempt to take a second to see if all this will clear itself up. It may and it may not. He's just trying to stay in this race. That's all he needs to be. In this race. And better than Sunstreaker.

Combat: Lamborghini Countach <Sideswipe> sets his defense level to Protected.

.. And in the end, maybe that cautious maneuvering paid off in more ways than one. Because while the lead care may of succeeded in evading Sunstreaker's advance, he's now come straight into the wrecker's path. You saw what happened to those mechs that came out of the lava and bounced off him? Now that plow is glowing a bit from the heat. Light from the lava flows gleams off the steel spikes and serrated running boards that adorn his form. Lava drips off the sharper edges of the plow...

And the police car that abruptly speeds past Horsepower while he's approaching to ram into the other police cruiser instead. That'll teach you to just worry about the big guys!

"Let's move it!" He shouts at the other bots, black smoke blasting out of his stacks as he finally punches his throttle down to full and roars through the ensuring ram happy chaos.

Combat: Cyberpunk Wrecking Rig <Horsepower> sets his defense level to Fearless.

Lamborghini Diablo <Sunstreaker> is really, really unhappy about missing that dodgy cop car. But it looks like Prowl's on the job. The yellow lambo curses loudly as he spins out, fuel running low. "Slag-slag-SLAG!" And now super-heated 'cons! "This frickin' volcano!" He "glances" over at Sideswipe. "...What lap are you on?"

Turbo watches the race go on, and his jaw drops as he sees the two policebots... attack each other!? "But... no! Guys! You don't have to fight! Violence isn't the answer--FRIENDSHIP is! Because when you have friends, you can accomplish ANYTHING!" The former lava men realize that nobody is shooting back, then glance at each other. "Wait... you think this is... a race?" "We're still doing the Olympics?" "I guess s--AGGH!" And then one of them is ran over, pressed right back into the lava by Blitzwing! "Oh yeah, that's not Warpath at all!"

So what horrible threat faces the contestants now? Well... nothing much... just TURBO himself deciding to join the race! "Just you watch, world! I may have only joined the race, but I'll take the lead in no time!" And he zips by amidst the angry yelling of the Olympics official! Watch out for the CGI snail!

Race: The racers speed around the track, and the scoreboard lights up with the new race standings...

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Racer                         Pos Lap Defense-Level

- -

Lamborghini Diablo <Sunstreak 3   3   PROTECTED      --

Lamborghini Countach <Sideswi 3   4   PROTECTED      --

Cyberpunk Wrecking Rig <Horse 4   4   FEARLESS       --

Shelby GT500 Police Cruiser < 5   4   PROTECTED      --

Zipline                       5   4   FEARLESS       --

+Nissan 350Z Police Cruiser <P 7   3   GUARDED        --

+Jaguar F-Type R Coupe <Crusad 7   3   AGGRESSIVE     --

+Leopard 2A6M <Blitzwing>      8   2   AGGRESSIVE     --

+ Racer within ramming distance

- > You!

=
============[ Sorted by Track Position ]=========================

Nissan 350Z Police Cruiser <Prowl> is slowed down by his Pit maneuver which dashed any hopes of a podium but probably REALLY screwed with the Decepticon plans and that is enough to get a smile on his face at the end of the day. "If you are not happy Discord, you can always file an appeal." The Nissan Police Cruiser starts re-accelerating and keeps an eye on his rearview mirror just in case.

< Autobot > Velum croaks, "Hngh.. what's going on? I feel like I got hit by a train.."

Combat: Nissan 350Z Police Cruiser <Prowl> sets his defense level to Protected.

The problem with the intense acceleration of a cheetah is that they can't keep it up for too much. Before long, the energy lines in Zipline's legs are smoking dangerously. She slows her speed, her movements a little more labored as she waits for the energy lines to cool off.

Her optics blink briefly at the strange snail that speeds on past. "You'd be cute, if you weren't trying to take my medal! Get back here!"

Combat: Zipline sets her defense level to Guarded.

Jaguar F-Type R Coupe <Crusade> is going rather slow now - his audio receptors are ringing and he's wobbling slightly on his axles, probably thanks to Blitzwing's inteference and his collision with the wall. He almost wants to transform and open fire on the tank, but rules are rules and he isn't going to violate the treaty or start a fight over something as petty as his own irritation.

Combat: Jaguar F-Type R Coupe <Crusade> sets his defense level to Protected.

Leopard 2A6M <Blitzwing> lumbers after Prowl, but the Autobot proves too nimble for his aggressive maneuvers and peels out well before the Decepticon can arrive to do harm upon him. Powering through the Prowl-shaped dust cloud in front of him, Blitzwing seeks out another target to pad the Decepticon Empire's claim to a medal in this race. The mean machine throttles up and charges back into a passing Crusade.

Combat: Leopard 2A6M <Blitzwing> misses Jaguar F-Type R Coupe <Crusade> with his Ram attack! [Pulled -3]

< Autobot > Velum says, "...And where the hell is my prosthetic?"

< Autobot > Zipline says, "Can't talk now, racing a snail!  Glad you're up!"

Black smoke continues to blow out of those stacks, along with the occasional spark of flames from high octane fuel being burned so quickly. The massive engine propelling the cyberpunk truck roars and rattles in its housing, being suddenly pushed to its max. Horsepower is actually in front of the Lambo Twins, but that's likely not going to last long.

Prowl is still pulling ahead slowly, up ahead but behind a lap now. Zipline has pulled out into the lead... and that other cop car is still right here, trying to get back into the race.

Airhorns blow as Horsepower churns up behind Discord and then tries to side slam him with his sharpened running boards to push him away from Zipline. "Ya ain't goin' no where yet!"

Combat: Cyberpunk Wrecking Rig <Horsepower> strikes Shelby GT500 Police Cruiser <Discord> with his Highway To Hell (Ram) attack!

"Oh for," Sunny scoffs when the damn ref joins the race. "Where do we get these guys!?" He tries to speed up a little, flanked by Sideswipe. Discord's nearby again, but Sunny's not giving that another shot. At least Zipline's staying out of harm's way. "Go! GO SIDESWIPE!" he urges, nudging Sideswipe's spoiler. When Horsepower slams into Discord, he cheers yet again. "Bad cop whatcha gonna' do!"

Not slowing down fast enough, Discord is angered when someone fights the law, and for once the law didn't win. At least not the superior law of the Decepticon empire. Adding Prowl to a list of people he will make suffer greatly, Discord takes the time required to regain his composure after being knocked to a standstill. Recovering his tires screech on the tarmac as he takes off at speed, aiming to get back into the lead before the Autobot who has pulled up alongside him can capitalise any further. His engine kicks on up to begin what Discord hopes to be his penultimate push towards the finish line. Only he gets stopped pretty much right away by another cheating Autobot.

Combat: Shelby GT500 Police Cruiser <Discord> sets its defense level to Protected.

Sideswipe doesn't need to be told twice. Not really. His Autobros are helping him out, so he does the only thing he can think of to do at this particularly point. "Let's see if these bastards can do ninety." He may have sounded like Marty McFly in that, as his wheels kick up and he pours on some speed to see if he can't put some space between himself and these shenanigans!

Great Scott, Muffler Fraggers.

Combat: Lamborghini Countach <Sideswipe> sets his defense level to Aggressive.

Combat: Zipline sets her defense level to Guarded.

"Sorry, but I have to win to prove that snails can race, too!" Turbo says to Zipline as he speeds by, improbably ramping up over the lava.

However, the Olympic official from earlier isn't going to stand for this! "SUIT ME UP," he barks at some of his similarly dressed colleagues, and moments later, he's striding out onto the track in a huge Olympics Referee Suit, complete with black and white stripes!. "Your ass is MINE, Turbo!" And he begins to stomp after Turbo, providing a much larger hazard in the form of his suit! He even barrels through the lavacons from earlier, accidentally knocking them back into the volcano, where they'll be trapped for another five years or so. Poor guys. If only Blitzwing or Discord cared enough to report they were here!

Race: The racers speed around the track, and the scoreboard lights up with the new race standings...

Race: Zipline crosses the finish line!

Race: Lamborghini Countach <Sideswipe> crosses the finish line!

Combat: Nissan 350Z Police Cruiser <Prowl> sets his defense level to Fearless.

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Racer                         Pos Lap Defense-Level

- -

Zipline                       1   5   GUARDED        --

Lamborghini Countach <Sideswi 1   5   AGGRESSIVE     --

Nissan 350Z Police Cruiser <P 2   4   FEARLESS       --

Leopard 2A6M <Blitzwing>      2   3   AGGRESSIVE     --

Jaguar F-Type R Coupe <Crusad 3   4   PROTECTED      --

Shelby GT500 Police Cruiser < 5   4   PROTECTED      --

+Cyberpunk Wrecking Rig <Horse 8   4   FEARLESS       --

+Lamborghini Diablo <Sunstreak 9   3   PROTECTED      --

+ Racer within ramming distance

- > You!

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============[ Sorted by Track Position ]=========================

The 'bad cop' is knocked to the side, and two Autobots get by to speed for the finish line. Horsepower is satisfied with this, knowing he helped his comrades meaning more than winning himself would.

Which is a good thing, because his energon reserves are dipping dangerously low, and he can't access his own refueling backup in this mode. So he has to settle on slowing down to the point he knows it isn't going to matter, even it means someone else passing him to take third. He's done what he needs to do for the night.

Nissan 350Z Police Cruiser <Prowl> gives one last push on this race trying at least not to finish last but it was entertaining nonetheless. He checks where the crooked cop is, oh yes just ahead. No matter, Autobots hve won we are in the good.

Combat: Cyberpunk Wrecking Rig <Horsepower> sets his defense level to Guarded.

Lamborghini Diablo <Sunstreaker> is painfully fatigued at his point, but there's really no saving his pride, not with a thoroughly buckled hood and no hits on anyone. He presses on begrudgingly, muttering to himself when he realizes Sideswipe placed second. At least it wasn't a 'con.

Combat: Lamborghini Diablo <Sunstreaker> sets his defense level to Fearless.

Jaguar F-Type R Coupe <Crusade> growls as he sees Blitzwing approaching again and floors it, slipping past the tank just in time to avoid another crash. Sideswipe and Zipline have already crossed the finish line, though, and he doubts he can catch up to the pack in time.

Victory's probably out of the picture. He's lost the fight, but he hasn't yet lost the war. Not yet...

Crusade turns sharply, guns his engine, and tries for a head-on collision with Blitzwing.

Combat: Jaguar F-Type R Coupe <Crusade> sets his defense level to Fearless.

Combat: Jaguar F-Type R Coupe <Crusade> strikes Leopard 2A6M <Blitzwing> with his Have you ever been so angry you rammed a tank? (Ram) attack!

Leopard 2A6M <Blitzwing> misses Crusade on that last pass, but when at first you don't succeed - try, try again! The race may be more or less over at this point, but that doesn't stop the triple-changer from throttling up and plowing back into the Jaguar - hopefully running over a certain snail in the process!

Is that the finish line? It's coming up far faster than Zipline had even thought! Her optics widen briefly, but then narrow as a grin crosses her muzzle. She hazards a glance behind her, just in time to see Horsepower ram into Discord, making the distance between her and the cop even greater. "Thanks, big guy!" She hollars back. Then her attention is forward, focusing solely on the finish line. "Eat my spots!"

Head ducking lower to increase her aerodynamics, she bursts on ahead. Even as Sideswipe comes near neck-and-neck (Well, bumper and neck), Zipline keeps her focus forward. Her generator is whining in a pained sort of way, but she keeps pumping as much as she can out of it as she crosses the finish line!

Combat: Leopard 2A6M <Blitzwing> sets his defense level to Fearless.

Combat: Leopard 2A6M <Blitzwing> strikes Jaguar F-Type R Coupe <Crusade> with his Are you on a crusade for stupidity? (Ram) attack!

Well this really has annoyed the true Police Cruiser. He plays nice and the Bots railroad him out of a medal. Least it looks like they are going to do so. However there's one last chance, one last medal to try and capture. Gunning his engine to max, his tyres squeel yet leave no smoke behind (well it would be insane if he didn't have special tyres). As he goes round the remainder of the track at speed, Discord lets loose on the home stretch. There's likely the sound of a sonic boom somewhere along the line, as Discord hits mach 1 in long stretches.

Combat: Shelby GT500 Police Cruiser <Discord> sets its defense level to Fearless.

There's speed and then there's Zipline. The Red Lambro does nothing but cuss some more as he comes in Second. He's angry but not that angry. He beat Sunstreaker. And that's the most important thing. He's currently still going at a high speed, not really sure if he should brake or just keep going because he's kind of angry that he got dusted by... a cassette tape. What the smelt, mech.

"You can't stop my dreams, Mr. Official!" Turbo yells behind himself as he speeds along. He's just about to pass Zipline when suddenly he disappears under Blitzwing's tank tread!

"Nooo! Turbo! THIS is why we didn't want you to race!" cries the official as he stoops by the now utterly squished remains of Turbo. "Damn you... why couldn't you realize that hopes, dreams, and believing in yourself aren't enough to avoid certain death! Anyway... it looks like Sideswipe and Zipline are tied for first!"

Race: The racers speed around the track, and the scoreboard lights up with the new race standings...

Race: Shelby GT500 Police Cruiser <Discord> crosses the finish line!

Race: Cyberpunk Wrecking Rig <Horsepower> crosses the finish line!

Race: Zipline crosses the finish line!

Race: Lamborghini Countach <Sideswipe> crosses the finish line!

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===============[ Racetrack Attack! ]=============================

Racer                         Pos Lap Defense-Level

- -

Nissan 350Z Police Cruiser <P 0   5   FEARLESS       --

Lamborghini Countach <Sideswi 1   6   AGGRESSIVE     --

Leopard 2A6M <Blitzwing>      2   3   FEARLESS       --

Jaguar F-Type R Coupe <Crusad 3   4   FEARLESS       --

Cyberpunk Wrecking Rig <Horse 4   5   GUARDED        --

Shelby GT500 Police Cruiser < 5   5   FEARLESS       --

+Lamborghini Diablo <Sunstreak 7   4   FEARLESS       --

+Zipline                       7   5   GUARDED        --

+ Racer within ramming distance

- > You!

=
============[ Sorted by Track Position ]=========================

Combat: Nissan 350Z Police Cruiser <Prowl> sets his defense level to Protected.

Lamborghini Diablo <Sunstreaker> is totally spent. "SCREW THIS RACE!" he declares, transforms, and promptly collapses right on the track. Hopefully no one runs him over.

Sunstreaker shifts back into his robot mode, gracing everyone with his shining glory and beautiful paint job!

Race: Sunstreaker leaves the race.

Nissan 350Z Police Cruiser <Prowl> watches as the third person finishes and passes the finish line himself later almost out of energon. Quite intensive race. The police car stays parked for a few seconds before transforming into robot mode. He walks over to the winner to congratulate first and second...screw third. Prowl is known for his efficiency not his fair play.

With the traditional sound from your childhood, the police cruiser unfolds into Prowl's robot form.

Race: Prowl leaves the race.

Race: Zipline leaves the race.

Combat: Zipline compares her Velocity to Lamborghini Countach <Sideswipe>'s Velocity: Failure :(

Cyberpunk Wrecking Rig <Horsepower> is just cruising along at this point. Eventually getting across the finish line at some point. It's not really important by this point.

Race: Lamborghini Countach <Sideswipe> leaves the race.

Race: Cyberpunk Wrecking Rig <Horsepower> leaves the race.

Crossing the line, Discord was so distracted at making his way round the track... he actually has no idea if he came third, fourth or just went back to the future. But he went fast. And didn't get rammed this time.

Jaguar F-Type R Coupe <Crusade> transforms - his robot mode is looking fairly battered, probably because of all the crashes - and shoots Blitzwing a furious glare before storming over to where the other Autobots are. He's so mad he doesn't even bother finishing the race.

Race: Jaguar F-Type R Coupe <Crusade> leaves the race.

Crusade transforms into his robot mode.

Cyberpunk Wrecking Rig <Horsepower> ... then realizes Sunstreaker passed out, and turns around to go get the goldenboy of the Lambo duo. "Com'n you, ain't suppose to pass out on the track until -after- the victory celebratin'."

The little tape kept so close to Sideswipe, that it looked like a tie! But instead of going full bore after passing the line, Zipline eases the pressure on her generator. Her pace slacks, her jaw parted in a replication of a cheetah-like pant. "Whew! What a rush!" Her pace shifts, walking a little more gingerly. "Oooww my legs sting." But as the results start coming in, she quickly turns her attention on the leaderboard. "Did I do it? Did I win?"

The Olympic official sighs at the loss of Turbo. As much trouble as he was, he'll miss his empty platitudes and lame inspirational messages. Shaking his head, he climbs up into the volcano to announce the final decisions! "Alright! We just looked at the photo finish, and we have determined that Sideswipe just barely edged out Zipline by, like, a millimeter, so Sideswipe is the winner, and Zipline comes in second! The Decepticon Discord comes in third! And Blitzwing is a MURDERER, but unfortunately, we cannot apprehend him due to the waiver Turbo signed as part of his duties as a referee!"

Race: Shelby GT500 Police Cruiser <Discord> leaves the race.

< Autobot > Horsepower says, "Good job y'two"

< Autobot > Horsepower says, "Sorry Ah couldn't pick up third, but Ah pushed too much fuel burn keepin' the mall cop wannabe off yer tails."

Defcon has left.

< Autobot > Sideswipe says, "STAY OFF MY SIDE!"

< Autobot > Halo says, "How offensive. Gold looks terrible with red."

< Autobot > Sunstreaker says, "Nnrgh, frag you."

< Autobot > Sideswipe says, "How offensive. Your face."

< Autobot > Halo says, "Oh, do cool down for once. Congratulations, Sideswipe. It was quite a race."

< Autobot > Zipline says, "Hey Sideswipe!  You rock the race track, mech!"

< Autobot > Sideswipe says, "... Oh. Well. Yeah. It was."

< Autobot > Sideswipe says, "Thanks, Zipline. Ya' alright. For a tape, y'know."

< Autobot > Sunstreaker says, "You're pretty ace Zip."

< Autobot > Velum says, "Didn't realize the Olympics started already. Tch, of course I was out. Caught the last of the race on TV, though. Nice job, Bots."

< Autobot > Horsepower says, "Miss Velum! Yer 'wake again."

< Autobot > Zipline says, "That sounds enough like a compliment to me coming from you.  Thanks!"

< Autobot > Sideswipe says, "Now then. On t' th' only thing better than th' gold..."

< Autobot > Sideswipe says, "Sunstreaker! WHO'S TH' KING?!"

< Autobot > Sideswipe says, "Say it. Ya' gotta' say it."

< Autobot > Sunstreaker groans.

< Autobot > Sideswipe says, "LET ME HEAR IT, BROTHER!"

< Autobot > Sunstreaker says, "You're the fraggin' king."

< Autobot > Roadbuster grunts softly. "Good to hear you're still with us, Major."

< Autobot > Sideswipe says, "DAAAAAAAAAAAAMN STRAIGHT!"

< Autobot > Sideswipe clicks off his recorder.

< Autobot > Halo says, "And that was the moment Sunstreaker would never live down."

Crusade goes home.

Crusade has left.

< Autobot > Sunstreaker says, "Yeah yeah."

< Autobot > Eddie Garcia says, "Zapline, seriously. Congratulations. Awesome race."

< Autobot > Horsepower laughs. "Ah should take the two of ya to Velocitron sometime. Ya'd fit right in.. other than Sunstreaker's shininess, at least.

< Autobot > Zipline says, "It's Zipline, and thanks!"

< Autobot > Eddie Garcia says, "Zi...Oh. Man, I'm sorry."

< Autobot > Sideswipe says, "Th' frag? We lettin' Terrans on th' line now?"

< Autobot > Velum chuckles and coughs a little, "Yeah well, I'm hard to kill. Though I.. don't remember much of what happened. Was approaching the stream, felt a shit ton of pain, thought I saw Thunderwing..? And that's about it."

< Autobot > Eddie Garcia says, "That girl is going to regret the tattoo I talked her into getting..."

< Autobot > Roadbuster says, "Don't start, Sideswipe. She's a nebulan, and she nearly fragged herself fer her planet."

< Autobot > Sideswipe says, "Not that one."

< Autobot > Eddie Garcia says, "And nice race, Sideswipe. You move pretty well."

< Autobot > Roadbuster says, "... Oh"

< Autobot > Sideswipe says, "I know ol' One Arm."

< Autobot > Roadbuster ahems softly. Mutters something to a stifled 'nevermind'

< Autobot > Sunstreaker says, "Ain't shiny now, Blitz put a huge dent in my hood. And I hate that cop."

< Autobot > Sideswipe says, "She got skills. Even /I/ don't frag with her."

< Autobot > Velum says, "Damn right."

< Autobot > Sideswipe says, "Buuuut. She ain't beatin' me in no race though."

< Autobot > Eddie Garcia says, "Tell you what, champ. You learn to fly? Any time, any place."

< Autobot > Velum says, "Depends if Blurr let's me hitch a ride, then we'll see, Sideswipe."

< Autobot > Sideswipe says, "... HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

< Autobot > Sideswipe says, "Don't even go there, Terran."

< Autobot > Velum says, "But seriously, what happened after I blacked out on Nebulos..?"

< Autobot > Sideswipe says, "I got mad flyin' skills. They angry. They furious."

< Autobot > Sideswipe says, "You don't want none. Believe me."

< Autobot > Eddie Garcia says, "All good, I won't. Meanwhile, enjoy following all of your local traffic signal laws."

< Autobot > Velum says, "I'm stuck in a bed and I can't read reports."

< Autobot > Roadbuster says, "Ya took over Thunderbitch's little pet project and squashed him with it, Major."

< Autobot > Velum says, "...Seriously?"

< Autobot > Sunstreaker laughs.

< Autobot > Eddie Garcia says, "Velum, Faireborn was supposed to send someone to debrief you."

< Autobot > Eddie Garcia doublechecks powerglove display.

< Autobot > Roadbuster says, "Lady, that was fraggin epic. I don't slag off about such things."

< Autobot > Velum says, "Kinda just woke up. Imagine they'll be here soon."

< Autobot > Eddie Garcia says, "Me. She sent me to debrief you. So... I'll be there in a bit."

< Autobot > Velum sigh.

< Autobot > Repugnus says, "You also killed Spike by accident, but, eh, he led a full life."

< Autobot > Eddie Garcia says, "Sorry, ma'am. On my way."

< Autobot > Spike Witwicky says, "Excuse me!"

< Autobot > Repugnus says, "Oh no, how'd a ghost get on the channel!"

< Autobot > Talia McKinley says, "Don't make me come down there and make sure you -behave-."

< Autobot > Spike Witwicky sighs.

< Autobot > Velum says, "So I assume Nebulos is alright, then..?"

< Autobot > Roadbuster says, "Affirmative."

< Autobot > Velum sighs in relief. "Thank gods.."

< Autobot > Velum says, "Glad everyone's alright."

Blitzwing has left.

< Autobot > Talia McKinley rolls her eyes, not that its audible. "I'll just be over here, makin' sure Firehawk's ready for the flyin' race later."

< Autobot > Roadbuster perks briefly at the mention of the events, then rumbles something like 'need more ammo' under his breath.

< Autobot > Velum says, "Hm.. Wonder if I can get out of this bed in time to get in on the games."

< Autobot > Spike Witwicky says, "There's some flowers for you, from the troops, but the doc said there were too many to leave in your room. So... I'm surrounded by a forest of bouquets. They're in my office when you're feelin' well enough to take them."

< Autobot > Talia McKinley says, "Spike, shugah, that ain't what they mean by stoppin' to smell the flowers."

< Autobot > Velum sounds surprised, "That's.. very kind of them all."

< Autobot > Spike Witwicky says, "I don't follow."

< Autobot > Talia McKinley says, "N'vermind"

< Autobot > Talia McKinley says, "Someone just make sure Garcia and that Rush fellow don't kill each other tryin' to 'comfort' her first."

< Autobot > Eddie Garcia says, "Talia. Never compare me to that guy. Seriously."

< Autobot > Spike Witwicky says, "Come now, he's not that bad."

< Autobot > Talia McKinley mock sweetly. "Why not? It's fun rustlin' yer jimmies"

< Autobot > Eddie Garcia says, "Of course not, sir. The ex con that they gave my squad leader position to is not that bad."

< Autobot > Eddie Garcia says, "And I'll rustle your jim...Knock it off, Talia!"

< Autobot > Spike Witwicky says, "Heh! Ahem. Eh..."

< Autobot > Talia McKinley can't respond because she's howling with laughter.

< Autobot > Velum sighs, "Well at least I know nothing changed while I was out."

< Autobot > Spike Witwicky says, "Garcia, we can find a better position for you."

< Autobot > Eddie Garcia says, "Yeah, yeah. We'll see who's laughing when I have that Firehawk donated to a retirement home at the air race, Hayseed."

< Autobot > Eddie Garcia says, "Yeah, Major. Of course. Get that one by my mother."

< Autobot > Eddie Garcia says, "Err."

< Autobot > Eddie Garcia says, "Admiral Garcia has made it very clear what my place is on board the Lyonesse. Sir."

< Autobot > Talia McKinley says, "You and what squadron, starboy?"

< Autobot > Spike Witwicky says, "Your mother's something else!"

< Autobot > Eddie Garcia has deflated a little bit. "Yeah, yeah..."

< Autobot > Talia McKinley is trying really hard not to laugh again

< Autobot > Eddie Garcia says, "Yes, sir. Admiral Garcia is one of a kind, sir. Can we...stop making that connection quite so loudly? Sir?"

< Autobot > Spike Witwicky smirks. "Fine, fine. I can't tease Danny anymore, see."

< Autobot > Eddie Garcia says, "And we probably can't tease the ex-con because he's a murderer, I think."

< Autobot > Roadbuster says, "If we can put up with Repugnus, you can handle a former convict, I'm sure."

< Autobot > Eddie Garcia says, "Sir, seriously. I get it. People dig cool pilots. I know all about that, you know? This isn't my first shirtless beach volleyball game. But that guy is a criminal!"

< Autobot > Talia McKinley says, "Y'all enjoy that shirtless volleyball sayin' a li'l bit too much..."

< Autobot > Spike Witwicky says, "People change, Garcia. But I'm not going to debate this over an open frequency, with all of the Autobots listening in."

< Autobot > Sanguine says, "No one's eavesdropping."

< Autobot > Eddie Garcia says, "Of course, sir. I apologize."

< Autobot > Spike Witwicky says, "We run a tight ship, I can assure you, Autobots!"

< Autobot > Eddie Garcia can be heard dialing.

< Autobot > Eddie Garcia says, "Hello, Felicia?"

< Autobot > Spike Witwicky says, "This isn't your phone!"

< Autobot > Roadbuster says, "... I have no idea what's going on now. Crazy humans."

< Autobot > Spike Witwicky says, "Go snapchat and fizzwhizz or whatever somewhere else!"

< Autobot > Sanguine says, "Quiet, Roadbuster. I suspect he's about to engage in an Earth mating ritual. It could be fascinating."

< Autobot > Roadbuster says, "... I thought Spike was already married..."

< Autobot > Spike Witwicky says, "...WELP I'd better leave ya' bots be. Turn your damn phone off Garcia before you buttdial the Decepticons."