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Piemanlives:
--Rocket Race Starting line--

Lorena was over looking the craft again, they had found nothing wrong with either the engine or the craft. Her father had arrived a little while earlier, a three person crew including him was on board his craft, including a light chain gun. How he managed to get it passed the guards she was unsure. She looked around, apparently the race was going to start on schedule, Plasma had failed it would seem. She looked to the observers position, they had the flag ready, it would seem the race would start soon.

Gryphos:
--Rocket Race Starting Line--

Michael stood at the helm of his Skeleton Squid as his small crew made up of Lionel, Kay and Hector stood with baited breath on the deck with spanners and mallets already drawn. Michael looked up above and saw both Roc and Garuda circling overhead, which unnervingly reminded Michael of vultures. To maintain his own morale, he decided to ignore them and address his crew.

Michael
"Hey! Did you guys remember to bring the moonshine?"

Lionel
"Yep, we put it in the engines."

Kay
"You may wanna hold on to something when we start accelerating."

Hector
"And in the corners..."

Kay
"And on the straights..."

Michael
"Basically, just hold on."

Lionel
"... Hell, we probably should even be holding on now."

A few minutes passed before the crew started to grow impatient.

Kay
"What's the hold up?"

Michael
"We should be starting soon, don't worry."

Plasmarobo:
--Rocket Race Temporary Hippodrome--
Plasma races along the outer edge of the Stands. The organizers had decided that switching radio channels was a better idea that believing him, and he had only one other chance to get this right. The flagship Piety (someone in the government had a sense of humor, at least) would hold the council members for the viewing of the race. His only chance would be to somehow get aboard the ship.

Lucky for him, it would be anchored. The ropes shouldn't be too difficult to clamber up, right?
He makes it to the anchor point within a few minutes, halting in dismay.

Of course it's guarded...I suppose there's nothing for it now, but to report it.

He walks calmly up to one of the guards nearby and explains his findings. The man looks skeptical, but gets on his radio and is assured by the organizers that they've looked into it and found nothing wrong. The race is to proceed. Defeated, Plasma finds a high point at the back of the stands as the starter pistol echoes out a short blast.

The thunderous roar of rocket engines fill the air, burning through gallons of rocket fuel and heating the chemical timers embedded in each engine. Plasma surveys the course, looking for probable targets. There was always the council flagship, but that was unlikely. Cathedral was a neutral hub of trade that maintained excellent relations with everyone. With the profit flowing in an out and around the city, there was little to gain and so very much to lose by declaring war on the city.

The crafts themselves might be valuable, but he doubted very much that they would be intact, assuming the controller had no concept of 'landing'. Package delivery by rocket. I wonder though... rocket engines could be valuable tech, if someone was attempting to construct a larger scale rocket...

But it wouldn't be long now. The front runner would be losing control in only a few seconds, with the rest to follow. A sudden thought strikes him.
I wonder how they'll be judging this race if everything goes to hell?

Gryphos:
--Rocket Race Starting Line--

The sound of the starting pistol sends engines into action as Michael puts the throttle on full whack and the Skeleton Squid starts zooming off. The crew immediately starts to stumble and grabs onto anything nearby. The sound of the engines is so loud that Michael can only just make out Lionel's scream of "HOLY SHIT!". All around him Michael can see other aircraft flying along side his with massive plumes of flame emanating from their engines. Meanwhile, Hector is desperately crawling along to the main engines to make a check up, and Lionel and Kay were just enjoying the ride while they could.

Michael was impressed with his own initiative in choosing to pack a Squid with rockets as, his Skeleton Squid was keeping pace with the top runners. A few aircraft were ahead of him, but not by much, and he knew the race would be made or broken in the corners.

Kay
"WATCH OUT, FIRST CHECKPOINT COMING UP!"

The first checkpoint was a 100 degree turn around a rock formation and was approaching fast. Michael slammed the brakes as the reverse engines on each side flared up, before making a huge bank that forces the crew onto the deck with the g-force. Michael came out of the turn relatively smoothly and cranked the ship back into full speed.

it was at this point that Hector was examining  the main engines.

Hector
"err, CAPTAIN!"

Sgt. Spoon:
WROOOOOM

Spoon almost fell out the seat of his B47 "Dust-Mule" tractor as the sky in front of him suddenly lit to flames and the big projectiles lounged themselves up in the air. He stopped, jumped off and half-crawled up the little sand dune which covered him from the race-tracks and the city. When he finally realised he hadn't accidentally trampled into the start of a raging war, he remembered the sight in front of him for what it actually was.

Spoon
"The Burren Rocket Race? So I've come to Cathedral no less..."

Watching the spectacle, he raised his hands and put on his googles as the waves of dust and sand whipped up by the rockets now swept in over the spectators.

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