Eightieth Mission [Audio // Common]
Anyone looking for a racing challenge?
It's been a while since I got my hands on a decent zoomer.
[Locked to Keira // 60% unhackable]
Keira, there's something I need you to take a look at when you've got time.
It's been a while since I got my hands on a decent zoomer.
[Locked to Keira // 60% unhackable]
Keira, there's something I need you to take a look at when you've got time.
And so he copies him. Yanks the wheel into the sharp turn, lets up on the gas and taps the brakes in a powerslide, then slams on the turbo for half a second to straighten out and glide through the turn. Oh hey, that refilled the turbos too. Nice trick, and now Jak's got it down.
Here is where Jak's true talents really shine. He may be inexperienced and in an unfamiliar vehicle, but he can learn on the fly and adapt to the new arrangement with ease. With every corner he edges closer, until eventually he's running almost alongside Razer, grinning like a demon behind his scarf. This, this is what he lives for.
Right up ahead, there's a marker on the ground, a glowing panel that will deploy some kind of trap. Driving over it could damage his car, or it could give him something to disable Razer's. Jak grits his teeth, making a snap decision to aim straight for it, hoping he gets there before the other man.
What's a race without a little risk?]
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If Jak slows down to avoid the none-too-pleasant tap Razer is aiming for, he'll likely miss the panel and any chance of disabling Razer's vehicle; if he speeds up to hit the panel, the collision could do more damage and be more difficult to recover from.
But hey, the phrase "swap paint" doesn't come from thin air.
If he hits it won't be particularly easy on Razer either, metal is extremely pliable at these speeds, and if he doesn't hit there's still the risk that that's a trap up ahead rather than a weapon. Like Jak, Razer decides it's a risk worth taking.]
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[Jak sees the drift out of the corner of his eye. He's not fully drawn up to Razer yet, and if they were to collide right now it would clip his front end and spin him off the track. Not a pleasant thought when there's a several hundred foot drop right next to the flimsy guard rail.
He could slow down and let Razer take the lead -- and the drop. That would be the safe thing to do. But now, this is a matter of pride, and stubbornness. Jak wants that drop, and he won't let Razer get it.
Dropping his foot on the gas, he brings the car forward even more, pulling up closer to Razer's side. He'll take the hit, but he will get that drop. This is a risky move for Razer, and Jak knows he won't be the only one to come out injured.
It's a risk he's not only willing, but almost excited to take.]
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His front tires slide and he spins the wheel to regain control, losing valuable time in the recovery and just barreling straight past the drop, using another quick turbo boost to help right himself. He knows Jak must have lost some time too, though, and so keeps the turbo in play for another second or two just to take, or at least hold the lead.
A twisted hunk of metal and carbon fiber flies off one wheel, that particular fender very displeased with its current place in life, and Razer just laughs; he's moving to fast to even hear it hit the ground.
Now he's waiting for a blow from behind, some explosion or something from Jak. The thrill of knowing that they're actually racing now, none of this idiot just-go-fast drivel so many other passengers consider to be sport, splits his face with a grin and urges him to slam the gas almost to the floor.
If Jak wants to hit him, he'll have to catch up. But Razer honestly hopes that he does.]
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Before he can use it though, Razer passes him, and Jak curses, throwing on a half-second turbo to catch up. Something to the side and behind him squeals as it's dragged along the track, gouging a nasty trench in the asphalt until it finally snaps free and careens back over the edge of the track.
Snatching a brief glance at his dashboard, Jak grins. A smoke screen. Perfect for this kind of winding, treacherous course. Unfortunately, utterly useless unless he can get ahead of Razer to disperse it.
Shifting gears, he slams his foot down on the accelerator and pulls up alongside him, very slowly but surely nudging closer to a lead.
And yet something inside him is truly happy that he's not out in front. This is a challenge, something to get excited about. Someone who is genuinely giving him a run for his money.
Whether he wins or not, the thrill of the race alone will make this worthwhile.]
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