You never Forget your First
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You never Forget your First
by The Mark Fri Dec 06, 2013 1:37 pm
Date: 22 AE
Time: 05:02
Groups of people and bots approach a street, all of whom are talking and laughing about what they are about to see. Street racing; not only is the sport dangerous to the drivers behind the wheel, but it poses threat to anyone else that may be in the way on the track. Most drivers in these races are bots, specialty crafted with racing skills, tricks, and tactics already hardwired into them. One racer in this event, remains unaltered and unsure of himself.
Daytona: This is looking a lot more crowded than usual.
Chief Andrews: Its because of you, Daytona. No implants, no alterations of your body.
Chief Andrews taps the car's hood a few times.
Chief Andrews: Even your baby is clean as can be.
Daytona slides through the window of his car.
Daytona: As clean as you've made it, Chief, I don't feel comfortable with all the staring...
Chief Andrews: Do they control how you ride on the road?
Daytona: Huh?
Chief Andrews sticks his head beside the car window.
Chief Andrews: The crowd. Do they drive this vehicle? Do they physically alter how the road operates?
Daytona: Oh, god, a speech...
Chief Andrews smacks Daytona in the side of the head and both of them grapple inside the car for a moment.
Daytona: I'm going to heatbutt you, SO HARD!
Chief Andrews: Good, good! Then you'll crack your own skull open so I can get you to focus on the track instead of these clowns!
Both of them pull away as Andrews turns away and gets a racing helmet for Daytona.
Chief Andrews: Don't forget your gift!
Chief Andrews throws the helmet into the car, making it bash into Daytona's face.
Daytona: Ah! Dammit!
Announcer: Drivers, take your positions, please!
Daytona rubs his face for a moment before placing the helmet on his head.
Daytona: Hornet, start up.
The vehicle hums up as Daytona goes through a checklisting procedure.
Daytona: Engine's clean, Fuel is at max, Boosters are primed and ready.
Tapping the helmet, the visor makes a 'SHOOP' as it slides down over Daytona's eyes.
Daytona: Hey, Andrews, how's the audio connection on this piece?
Chief Andrews: Bad. And by bad, I mean I can hear you perfectly.
Daytona: Don't want to hear my voice as I scream in fear while taking a near 90 degree turn?
Chief Andrews: I don't want to hear you, period. I'll let you listen to me though.
Daytona: Unfair trade if you ask me.
Chief Andrews: Well, unfair or not, I know you're a shaking wreck right now. Listen to what I gotta say out there and maybe you can cross the finish line without a wrecked heap.
Daytona: I'll think about it.
Daytona and the other racers take their positions as three bots line up. The first bot lights up red. The second bot lights up yellow, soon followed by engines being revved in preparation. The final bot shines green as each vehicle blurs away from the starting line.
Daytona: AAAAAAHHHHH, CHRIST!
Daytona takes a sharp turn, barely avoiding a light pole and finds himself sandwiched between two racers.
Chief Andrews: Stay in there, don't move 'till I give the go ahead.
Daytona: Are you insane?! These two guys look ready to knock me around out here!
Chief Andrews: Stay. Still.
The two drivers briefly edge away from Daytona's car.
Chief Andrews: NowNowNow!
Daytona screams as his foot hits the accelerator and pushes past the two drivers that went to smash into him, causing them to hit each other and lose control of their vehicles.
Daytona: Oh shit!
Chief Andrews: Eyes on the road!
Daytona looks back from the wreck that occurred back to the road to see the race leading up a car lot building.
Daytona: We're not-?
Chief Andrews: Top floor, ramp was already put down.
Daytona: THIS IS NOT-!
Daytona shifts and squeals his tires as he begins spinning up the building's pathway.
Daytona: -WHAT I WANTED!
Chief Andrews: Adjust to the situation, fly boy!
Daytona: I hate heights!
The path ends as Daytona sees four other racers ahead of him take the jump, him following suit.
Daytona: AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!
The car hits the street, jolting Daytona upwards into the roof, bashing his head.
Daytona: Ow!
Chief Andrews: You okay out there?
Daytona: I just jumped from a building back onto the street! NO I'M NOT OKAY!
Chief Andrews: You're halfway through, just push through it!
Daytona: I'm going to win this race, just to tell you that all the prize money is all mine! Screw your cut!
Chief Andrews: Then I won't tell you how to navigate the police maze that got set for you and your opponents.
Daytona: What kind of sadistic-?!
Chief Andrews: Doesn't matter now! You going to pay me, or risk getting chased and possibly a one-way trip to the jailhouse?
Daytona: 10%!
Chief Andrews: 50-50, like we originally agreed on.
Daytona: Fine, fine! Just lead me the hell out of here!
A wail of sirens goes off as Daytona sees cop cars already following him and the rest.
Chief Andrews: There wasn't a safe way out.
The briefest moment of audio cutout happens.
Daytona: -YOU, YOU PIECE OF-
The audio cutout continues.
Chief Andrews: Daytona, if you can hear me, the audio is getting cut out! Police must be stomping on all communications where you are!
Silence follows on the feed as Chief Andrews waits at the finish line.
Chief Andrews: Daytona? Daytona!
Throwing his hands up, he looks briefly into the sky and then back at the finish line.
Opponent Crew Chief: Lost contact over there?
Chief Andrews: Yeah, how about you?
Opponent Crew Chief: We can't even find him on the radar!
Chief Andrews: We've really rattled the cage of the police this time.
Meanwhile on the streets a little way, Daytona tries his best to lose a trio of cops.
Cop: Pull over the vehicle, now!
Daytona: And separate me from my baby? You're crazy!
With one turn, two of the following trio of cops slide into the sidewalk and flip over.
Daytona: I'm sorry that your cars suck!
The remaining car begins firing on Daytona, attempting to hit a tire.
Daytona: You want to play like that?! OKAY!
Spinning in a 180 degree turn, Daytona speeds head-on toward the cop car in a game of chicken.
Cop: Hit his tires!
Other Cop: I'm trying!
Daytona sideswipes the cop car and speeds past the two flipped over cop cars.
The cops try to turn the car, but see that the side that was hit now has flattened tires.
Daytona: Send the bill to the other idiots you caught, losers!
Chief Andrews: Daytona? DAYTONA, WHAT IS HAPPENING?!
Daytona: I lost the red-and-blue! I'm crossing the finish line at any moment!
Chief Andrews: What about the other racers, you see them?
Daytona: No! We all just split apart when the flashing lights came out!
Chief Andrews: Daytona, you crafty bastard, get across this finish line and we'll become legends of street racing!
Daytona: I'd rather be just a racer, thanks.
Chief Andrews You don't understand. The fact that you didn't have to use any physical or mental enhancements alone made you noteworthy, but winning the race after ditching the cops will send us skyrocketing to the professional leagues of street racing!
Daytona: When was there a professional league of this made?!
Chief Andrews: Hell if I know, but it doesn't matter!
As Daytona crosses the finish line, Chief Andrews leaps up higher than every other onlooker as he goes to Daytona's window.
Chief Andrews: You did it!
Chief Andrews helps Daytona out of the car as swarms of people begin snapping pictures and capturing video. The event log pulls away from the scene as Daytona hugs Chief Andrews in relief and excitement.
Time: 05:02
Groups of people and bots approach a street, all of whom are talking and laughing about what they are about to see. Street racing; not only is the sport dangerous to the drivers behind the wheel, but it poses threat to anyone else that may be in the way on the track. Most drivers in these races are bots, specialty crafted with racing skills, tricks, and tactics already hardwired into them. One racer in this event, remains unaltered and unsure of himself.
Daytona: This is looking a lot more crowded than usual.
Chief Andrews: Its because of you, Daytona. No implants, no alterations of your body.
Chief Andrews taps the car's hood a few times.
Chief Andrews: Even your baby is clean as can be.
Daytona slides through the window of his car.
Daytona: As clean as you've made it, Chief, I don't feel comfortable with all the staring...
Chief Andrews: Do they control how you ride on the road?
Daytona: Huh?
Chief Andrews sticks his head beside the car window.
Chief Andrews: The crowd. Do they drive this vehicle? Do they physically alter how the road operates?
Daytona: Oh, god, a speech...
Chief Andrews smacks Daytona in the side of the head and both of them grapple inside the car for a moment.
Daytona: I'm going to heatbutt you, SO HARD!
Chief Andrews: Good, good! Then you'll crack your own skull open so I can get you to focus on the track instead of these clowns!
Both of them pull away as Andrews turns away and gets a racing helmet for Daytona.
Chief Andrews: Don't forget your gift!
Chief Andrews throws the helmet into the car, making it bash into Daytona's face.
Daytona: Ah! Dammit!
Announcer: Drivers, take your positions, please!
Daytona rubs his face for a moment before placing the helmet on his head.
Daytona: Hornet, start up.
The vehicle hums up as Daytona goes through a checklisting procedure.
Daytona: Engine's clean, Fuel is at max, Boosters are primed and ready.
Tapping the helmet, the visor makes a 'SHOOP' as it slides down over Daytona's eyes.
Daytona: Hey, Andrews, how's the audio connection on this piece?
Chief Andrews: Bad. And by bad, I mean I can hear you perfectly.
Daytona: Don't want to hear my voice as I scream in fear while taking a near 90 degree turn?
Chief Andrews: I don't want to hear you, period. I'll let you listen to me though.
Daytona: Unfair trade if you ask me.
Chief Andrews: Well, unfair or not, I know you're a shaking wreck right now. Listen to what I gotta say out there and maybe you can cross the finish line without a wrecked heap.
Daytona: I'll think about it.
Daytona and the other racers take their positions as three bots line up. The first bot lights up red. The second bot lights up yellow, soon followed by engines being revved in preparation. The final bot shines green as each vehicle blurs away from the starting line.
Daytona: AAAAAAHHHHH, CHRIST!
Daytona takes a sharp turn, barely avoiding a light pole and finds himself sandwiched between two racers.
Chief Andrews: Stay in there, don't move 'till I give the go ahead.
Daytona: Are you insane?! These two guys look ready to knock me around out here!
Chief Andrews: Stay. Still.
The two drivers briefly edge away from Daytona's car.
Chief Andrews: NowNowNow!
Daytona screams as his foot hits the accelerator and pushes past the two drivers that went to smash into him, causing them to hit each other and lose control of their vehicles.
Daytona: Oh shit!
Chief Andrews: Eyes on the road!
Daytona looks back from the wreck that occurred back to the road to see the race leading up a car lot building.
Daytona: We're not-?
Chief Andrews: Top floor, ramp was already put down.
Daytona: THIS IS NOT-!
Daytona shifts and squeals his tires as he begins spinning up the building's pathway.
Daytona: -WHAT I WANTED!
Chief Andrews: Adjust to the situation, fly boy!
Daytona: I hate heights!
The path ends as Daytona sees four other racers ahead of him take the jump, him following suit.
Daytona: AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!
The car hits the street, jolting Daytona upwards into the roof, bashing his head.
Daytona: Ow!
Chief Andrews: You okay out there?
Daytona: I just jumped from a building back onto the street! NO I'M NOT OKAY!
Chief Andrews: You're halfway through, just push through it!
Daytona: I'm going to win this race, just to tell you that all the prize money is all mine! Screw your cut!
Chief Andrews: Then I won't tell you how to navigate the police maze that got set for you and your opponents.
Daytona: What kind of sadistic-?!
Chief Andrews: Doesn't matter now! You going to pay me, or risk getting chased and possibly a one-way trip to the jailhouse?
Daytona: 10%!
Chief Andrews: 50-50, like we originally agreed on.
Daytona: Fine, fine! Just lead me the hell out of here!
A wail of sirens goes off as Daytona sees cop cars already following him and the rest.
Chief Andrews: There wasn't a safe way out.
The briefest moment of audio cutout happens.
Daytona: -YOU, YOU PIECE OF-
The audio cutout continues.
Chief Andrews: Daytona, if you can hear me, the audio is getting cut out! Police must be stomping on all communications where you are!
Silence follows on the feed as Chief Andrews waits at the finish line.
Chief Andrews: Daytona? Daytona!
Throwing his hands up, he looks briefly into the sky and then back at the finish line.
Opponent Crew Chief: Lost contact over there?
Chief Andrews: Yeah, how about you?
Opponent Crew Chief: We can't even find him on the radar!
Chief Andrews: We've really rattled the cage of the police this time.
Meanwhile on the streets a little way, Daytona tries his best to lose a trio of cops.
Cop: Pull over the vehicle, now!
Daytona: And separate me from my baby? You're crazy!
With one turn, two of the following trio of cops slide into the sidewalk and flip over.
Daytona: I'm sorry that your cars suck!
The remaining car begins firing on Daytona, attempting to hit a tire.
Daytona: You want to play like that?! OKAY!
Spinning in a 180 degree turn, Daytona speeds head-on toward the cop car in a game of chicken.
Cop: Hit his tires!
Other Cop: I'm trying!
Daytona sideswipes the cop car and speeds past the two flipped over cop cars.
The cops try to turn the car, but see that the side that was hit now has flattened tires.
Daytona: Send the bill to the other idiots you caught, losers!
Chief Andrews: Daytona? DAYTONA, WHAT IS HAPPENING?!
Daytona: I lost the red-and-blue! I'm crossing the finish line at any moment!
Chief Andrews: What about the other racers, you see them?
Daytona: No! We all just split apart when the flashing lights came out!
Chief Andrews: Daytona, you crafty bastard, get across this finish line and we'll become legends of street racing!
Daytona: I'd rather be just a racer, thanks.
Chief Andrews You don't understand. The fact that you didn't have to use any physical or mental enhancements alone made you noteworthy, but winning the race after ditching the cops will send us skyrocketing to the professional leagues of street racing!
Daytona: When was there a professional league of this made?!
Chief Andrews: Hell if I know, but it doesn't matter!
As Daytona crosses the finish line, Chief Andrews leaps up higher than every other onlooker as he goes to Daytona's window.
Chief Andrews: You did it!
Chief Andrews helps Daytona out of the car as swarms of people begin snapping pictures and capturing video. The event log pulls away from the scene as Daytona hugs Chief Andrews in relief and excitement.
Last edited by The_Mark on Sun Dec 08, 2013 12:10 am; edited 1 time in total
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Re: You never Forget your First
by Sephira Fri Dec 06, 2013 7:35 pm
We can use this for Show 5, which focuses on after the incident between 16 A.E and 24 A.E (mix Event Log's with real time events?)
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Re: You never Forget your First
by The Mark Fri Dec 06, 2013 9:57 pm
Well, real time based on what's been established in show, but I can think up a date.
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Re: You never Forget your First
by Sephira Fri Dec 06, 2013 11:38 pm
A.E 22 would be a good date; that's when we "Reveal the A.I" for the match
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