"Really?" Xane laughed. "I would've never thought it." "You two are members of the Ultimate Organization, right?" The Racer asked. "Don't bother hidin' it. That book on you says that one of you likes to make up ridiculous false names when ya want to go undercover. Anyway, one of the really pro-UO spokeswomen is over there. Mellodia, I think her name is." "Mellodia? She's here?" Xane asked., excitedly. "Yeah," the Racer said. "She's a looker, eh? Too bad she's seeing someone." "She......Wha?" Xane paused. "Yeah, one of the other racers. Anyway, you all should talk to her if ya wanna sign up," The Racer said walking away. "Since you are famous and everything, I guess I can forgive you for crushing my test gummi. Don't let it happen again, though."
"Think about this," Xane started. "We enter this race and we get loads of publicity for being the Ultimate Organization. This race can be used as a trap to draw a few members of the Brotherhood out, so we can get rid of 'em.," Xane continued, turning to asked the Racer a question. "So, who do we speak to to sign up?" "One of the U.P.A spokeswomen," the racer answered.
"Don't let these high ways fool you," the man said. "They're only for test runs. The real races are held out there," the man replied pointing to a giant canyon in the distance. A couple of crashed ships could be seen in the distance, with vultures appearing every now and then to check for dead driver's. "You're just lucky I'm one of the kinder racers," the racer said. "Most of the others would fire on ya, if you were in there way. Then again, if I wasn't married I'd do the same." "What does being married half to do with anything?" Xane asked. "Well, they're trying to impress the U.P.A spokeswomen. They're apparently impressed by excellent racers. Kinda gets their blood pumpin', ya know. Then there are those after prize money, better parts, etc...Ah, here we are. The Bureau."
"Anyone with a race gummi can join as long as they have a prize to donate," he racer explained. "It doesn't have to be money or anything. It can be the ship itself or whatever. You have to be well equipped, though. No gummi without weapons can make it through this race."
"A newly sponsored one," the racer replied. "The U.P.A is trying to establish a connection with the Dark World's. Ours is apparently one of the first. They offered our boss so much money that they canceled the old racing league and stated it up again, calling it the U.P.A Blazer. Named after the U.P.A's newest illium ship model."
"Yeah, and you just wrecked my damn ride!" The racer shouted. "Drive me back to the Bureau. They'll take care of you there." Xane shrugged, "Alright, we'll go. We just landed here, though. We didn't know that-" "Doesn't matter! I'll direct you two the Bureau. Just get on your ship and fly me there!" the racer demanded.
Xane shrugged and opened the door to see if the driver was okay. The driver shoved himself out and stood up to face the UO. "You all ruined my test run! What the hell are ya doin in the middle of a track anyway?" he asked. Xane looked at Nulix to answer.
"Electromagnetism, power over metal, that type of thing," Ravakov explained. "And not to brag, but I am a genius. I've got a photographic memory and can build the most powerful weapons in a matter of seconds. Above all that, I feel no pain, vhatsoever due to my skin cells being composed of a different structure than most humans." *** All of the Ultimate Organization members present were startled as several vehicles zoomed pass them. One of them headed straight toward them without the slightest indication that it intended to stop. So Xane did what he could and smashed up the incoming vehicle, without injuring the driver.
"Knights, Guardians, They are all similar," Ravakov said. "I really vouldn't know the difference if they vere standing right in front of me. But our main focus is on three of the most dangerous Knights in existence. So, I'd like to know vhat your abilities are eh?" *** "You hear something, Nulix?" Xane asked, hearing a vrooming noise in the distance.
"So you're the new guy?" Ravakov asked Liam. "What can you do in battle? That is vun of the most important things you need to know vhen facing the Guardians." *** Xane watched as the ship hovered above the empty highway. No cars seemed to be headed towards them...Yet.
OOC: Sorry. Had to do some errands. Order 64, eh? What is this, Star Wars? BIC: Ravakov nodded and headed off. OOC: Now, I'll just go ahead and PM ya...
OOC: Hey, Wing! BIC: Ravakov walked through the hallway and into Scourge's 'office'. Taking a breath and a approaching Scourge he asked, "You vanted to talk to me, Scourge?" OOC: I just did that to give Ravakov something to do...
OOC: Are either of you still online?
OOC: He did say his computer was messed up.
Xane exited the ship, to discover that they landed in the middle of a neon-lit highway. No cars appeared to be driving by, so Xane assumed it was safe to exit the ship.
Within minutes, Novice left the atmosphere, headed for the edge to the the Dark Worlds... *** The Ultimate Organization's ship landed on the world of Dark Space Paranoids. OOC: Do the pics have to be from another source? Or can they be hand drawn?
OOC: Kardas didn't think that one through too much, did he? And no it doesn't mean he has to die. But he's still going to. EDIT: Okay, Nulix. I'll send some. BIC: Novice quickly reversed the time flow around the ship. He reshaped the ship until it looked as if it came fresh off of the assembly line.
OOC: I have nothing for Novice to do, really. Ah, well. I can of something... BIC: "Thank," Novice said, getting up. As he walked away, limping, Novice began to repair the Guardians crashed ship and prepared to head elsewhere with it. OOC: EDIT: What's with the Darkrai avatar? Wasn't he that comic relief guy?
OOC: Is that all? BIC: Novice managed a smile before saying, "Aw, don't worry Kardas. Soon you'll end up like me too. Soon those kids'll defeat you. You'll see," Novice laughed, before looking up in the sky, saying, "Hope you'll forgive me...Layla..." OOC: Gotta go.
"To kill me," Novice coughed. "To take me to Scourge. Maybe question me."
