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Post by KI3T on Jan 13, 2012 7:04:26 GMT -5
"I am as ready as I can be." KITT's engine growled once again more evenly as they approached a selected starting point. KITT wondered if 866 would be a decent racer. He actually hoped Cira wouldn't be spoiled by driving with him and Jazz all the time.
As soon as the race began, KITT's white form accelerated and after a couple yards, he shifted into his mean Attack Mode for more speed. He wouldn't need Turbo Boost quite yet, but he was prepared to use it.
KITT hadn't been this excited in a while, and he quite liked it!
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Post by Cira Knight on Jan 13, 2012 7:09:32 GMT -5
Cira eyed 866's nice interior. Such good taste! "Haha, that be him. He had tentacles a'right, an' had a nice black motorcycle alt. Either Kawasaki or Honda if I remember right. I encountered him while out for a Parkour run in a random parking garage." Cira replied with a brief chuckle, anxiously waiting for the race to begin. "Oh, I can handle this, yo. I'm fairly adaptable, I'm a helicopter pilot!"
Cira glanced over at the other two and revved 866's engine, hoping this one was fast. If not, she'd just have fun with this race, even if she didn't win. She was also still amused by KITT and Blindspot's interactions. It seemed the two were really getting along, and she thought that was definitely interesting.
The trio was unaware of someone else occupying these roads several miles away -- it would be a while before they had to worry about them, but they were definitely not alone.
When the race started, 866 would hear and feel her gun the gas pedal and shift gears. The acceleration and power combo would be enough to leave some nice tire marks and some smoke! "Let's gooooo!" she cheered excitedly.
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Post by blindspot on Jan 13, 2012 13:59:38 GMT -5
“Well, all I can say is, if that was him, you’re damn lucky if you’re here right now. This might sound a bit hypocritical, but I’d advise you not to get too cozy with other Decepticons. They’re uh… a little more strict.” A pause. “Besides, I don’t like the competition.” He released control and let Cira take the wheel. He knew most of his fellow Decepticons would consider this act degrading, but they could take their opinions to the Pit. 866 knew that, as a drone, he had very few personal freedoms, so he intended to push the ones he did possess to the limit. If one of those freedoms was letting a pretty little human do what she wanted with him for a while, so be it. His engine kicked itself to life, and its roar was just as velvety and deep as 866’s voice.
“Fair warning, miss--I’m not as fast as 207, but speed ain’t everything. I handle real well, so don’t be afraid to push me on the turns. Besides, I have a feeling he isn’t going to be paying too much attention to us in this race.” He chuckled smoothly. “So let’s use that to our advantage.”
In an instant, the calm, thoughtful intellectual that KITT had spent the night speaking to was gone, replaced instead by a silent and unrelenting speed demon. Blindspot surged forward, his engine roaring and rattling. He nimbly whipped around 866, bringing himself behind KITT and keeping tight formation with the Mustang--until KITT transformed. There was just something about that look, that sleek, vicious Attack Mode, that got his engines going, and hard. Blindspot kicked it up a notch, pushing his speed to match pace with KITT, driving side-by-side and daring the Mustang to overtake him.
“Yep,” 866 commented dryly. “We’ve been forgotten for now.” He began to flip idly through his radio. “Okay, how about some racing music?”
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Post by KI3T on Jan 13, 2012 21:35:27 GMT -5
KITT wasn't concerned with 866 for the time being and focused on his friend and racing rival, Blindspot. The road started to curve slightly and KITT followed it, going into a high gear to keep pushing the efficiency of his engine since it was relatively flat here. In a couple minutes though, that would quickly change and he'd have to use lower gears. The AI was pumped.
His engine growling a constant, fairly deep growl, KITT began to inch forward as the incline increased a tad and he adjusted accordingly before the first turn. Shifting a little on his chassis, he swayed side to side to keep Blindspot on his toes in a rather playful manner before revving up and moving forward almost in an obliging manner.
He had the notion that once again, he and Blindspot would leave their competitors in the tdust.
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Post by Cira Knight on Jan 13, 2012 21:42:00 GMT -5
"Haha, sure thing." Cira smirked a little as she saw KITT transform. He was totally showing off, she was certain of that - she knew the AI all too well. "I'm totally game for some racing music. Maybe we can find an opportunity to sneak up on 'em with a shortcut or somethin'. Ya guys have low frames, otherwise I'd suggest a little off roadin'." Cira replied, taking it easy for the time being until they got closer to the first bend.
Once they got to that point, Cira performed a basic drifting maneuver. It was a little wobbly since it had been a little while, but she knew she could do better. She hoped she didn't shame 866 regardless. "Sorry, first one is always a little rusty, not a frequent racer. Though I'm spoiled 'cause I ride with that there Mustang all the time." she chuckled, forcing herself to relax in the seat again upon completing the turn.
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Post by blindspot on Jan 13, 2012 23:35:59 GMT -5
Blindspot kept tight formation with KITT, inching forward when the Mustang did, mimicking every burst of speed and slight hesitation. He was toying with KITT a bit, letting the other know that he was keeping pace because he chose to, not because he felt he couldn’t overtake KITT. When the other began to swerve into the turn, Blindspot smoothly moved away, keeping an almost precise distance between them. His reaction time could only be measured in fractions of seconds, and the control he had over his vehicle form was absolutely superb.
He was stuck on the outside during the first turn, but he pushed himself a little harder to keep pace with KITT. Sensing a prime opportunity to show off, Blindspot made a decision. He fell back slightly, nearly behind KITT, keeping his front bumper more or less aligned with KITT’s rear driver’s side wheel. When the next turn came up, he slowed for an instant, deliberately repositioning himself to once again be on the Mustang’s outside, where, gunning his engine, he made the turn alongside KITT.
It took a little extra speed and a lot more engine power to be able to keep pace with the other vehicle while deliberately putting himself on the outside for each and every turn, but Blindspot seemed to be doing it with only minimal difficulty.
“Look at 207 showin’ off.” 866 chuckled. “I didn’t think he had it in him. How adorable. And hell yes, a shortcut sounds great! You’re thinking like a Decepticon, my friend!” He didn’t correct Cira’s first drift. If it wasn’t dangerous, he wouldn’t intervene. “Hey, no problem. This is your first time driving a vehicle like me, after all.”
He checked his memory files. “There’s a road that splits off up ahead--it’s a slight right.” The road curved around a natural obstacle, a spur of grey rock that shot straight up into the sky. “It ain’t much shorter, but if we gun it, we might be able to overtake ‘em while they’re focused on proving who’s got the fanciest footwork. Sound good?”
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Post by KI3T on Jan 14, 2012 16:44:05 GMT -5
KITT revved his engine as he pushed his speed once he adjusted to the increase in elevation. He did usual a usual turn about the first couple of turns, monitoring the distance between him and Blindspot as they moved about. He had yet to use Turbo Boost, and would decide when was best to use that on the first most straight path he spotted next.
Around a shallow bend before the fork in the road 866 had told Cira about, KITT activated "ski mode" to show off as he kept himself almost perfectly inline with Blindspot as he accelerated a few miles an hour. He balanced on his right set of wheels. The chassis had a blue under glow of neon lights and the majority of it was protected by a silver frame with the KR R&D's "KR" logo with blue lighting that connected to the neon lights wrapping around the edges of the frame. It was as if he was proving that he could do better, and planned on it.
The AI was decidedly oblivious to what Cira and 866 were planning, as it would not be fair to listen in during a race.
KITT took the left half of the fork in the road and gunned it, activating Turbo Boost while the road was straight for a bit. The hot blue-ish white contrails streaked out from the back of the Mustang's form like an afterburner on a jet.
The AI was likely out of sight for a few moments.
(the blue underglow and KR logo was seen in the episode premier when he jumps out of his parking space)
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Post by Cira Knight on Jan 14, 2012 16:53:45 GMT -5
Cira grinned. "I'm a bit of a risk taker. We better gun it. " she agreed as she observed KITT activating Turbo Boost for extra speed. "If we time it right we might be able to surprise Mister Two-Zero-Seven as he plays with KITT." she agreed, angling 866 to the right instead of the left where Blindspot and KITT had gone off to.
Surveying the road as she tried to keep in the speed (pretty much going as fast as 866 would allow her to go), she waited for that part of the road where it would join back up with the one the other two were on. Cira was confident they would be able to handle the surprise without having an accident from being startled - she knew at least KITT would anyway.
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Post by Alison Texas on Jan 14, 2012 17:01:02 GMT -5
As the trio continued to put their skills to the test, Tex was approaching. Now about 30 miles out, they still had a bit of ways before they crossed paths unknowingly. Though she was just cruising for now, she accelerated as soon as her AI alerted her of more than one Cybertronian presences nearby. On her visor, he located the trio racing through the rises in terrain farther inland. Perfect, her first set of targets were acquired. She could certainly thank her AI for such timeliness in spotting them. She was on the move and well equipped, so she hadn't come ill prepared.
Her suit didn't give off much of a signal and since she was mostly human, neither did she. KITT was not using surveillance mode at the moment so he could not spot oncoming traffic for the time being. He could see merely as any normal driver did during their race.
(I'm going to have to ease her into this since racing was too fun to pass up xD)
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Post by blindspot on Jan 15, 2012 0:10:55 GMT -5
Blindspot had been eyeing the narrow bend up ahead, wondering if he should fall back--it was something of a tight fit, and he didn’t want to spoil the race for everyone by crashing (though KITT and 866 could certainly handle a bit of rough play, he couldn’t). He was still puzzling over it when the decision was made for him, and KITT quite suddenly flipped onto one side.
Well.
That was new.
Blindspot laughed, but the soft sound was lost to the roar of their engines. He eased his way over, shooting through the narrow pass by KITT’s side. He was quite close, close enough that if KIT decided to lower down, he would land half-on the drone and likely do him some damage. Blindspot was both challenging KITT to hold the position and demonstrating a bit of trust on his part.
In some small way, he was repaying KITT for the previous night’s discussion, giving a little bit back to this strange alien vehicle that had shown such thoughtfulness to an individual who was used to being kicked around a bit. For a moment the blue glow reflected off the scratched and dented surface of Blindspot’s hull, and the large, elaborate KR reminded the Decepticon that he was dealing with an individual who was different, who was an alien. It didn’t bother him. Not at all.
At any other time, Blindspot wouldn’t have pushed his luck with such intimate proximity, but here in the heat and thrum of the race, it didn’t matter how close he got. It was all a part of the thunder and the dance.
The moment passed, and KITT rocketed off, startling the drone a bit. Blindspot, even at his maximum speed, could not quite keep up with KITT, but he could stick damn close, and he did, pushing himself for all he was worth, heedless of the internal warnings popping up in his HUD at the sudden shift in speed, at the stress to his frame. He was able to keep a steady distance behind KITT, perhaps about a yard, while the blue flickers of KITT’s turbo exhaust sparked against his hood.
Things were decidedly less dramatic for 866 and Cira. 866 was letting her go as fast as she liked, even encouraging her a little bit, “I ain’t no Earth car, Miss Knight, you don’t have to be gentle with me,” and generally enjoying himself. He was genuinely looking forward to suddenly appearing and possibly startling his fellow racers, but deep down, he thought maybe it would be good to let them race truly alone for just a second. He didn’t know 207 very well, but he did know that the drone was normally quite an introvert. It was nice (and more than a little surprising) to see one of his brothers enjoying himself a bit.
The fact that it left him alone with Miss Knight for a few moments just happened to be a coincidence.
Maybe.
“So, you said you were rusty--not getting in as much racing time as you’d like, eh?”
(HEH I KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN.)
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Post by KI3T on Jan 15, 2012 2:59:56 GMT -5
KITT held his sideways position for as long as he could, a bit surprised by Blindspot inching closer than he had anticipated. He had expected the drone to keep his distance, but the opposite happened. Well, that interesting. And motivating, or, perhaps provoking in an odd way.
KITT moved rapidly and instinctively about future curves and switchbacks in the road. He would scooch back a bit as Blindspot got closer. The brake lights would go on briefly and he would shift back a bit, but not enough to hit him of course. There was one time though were he slowed down just enough his rear bumper might touch Blindspot ever so lightly if he didn't move to either side.
He also didn't expect to see was 866 approach from an intersecting road off to the right that was a little more rugged. He thought he should warn Blindspot as he got closer to his rear again, but he decided he would be alert enough the warning wasn't necessary.
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Post by Cira Knight on Jan 15, 2012 3:04:41 GMT -5
Cira smiled briefly as she watched them get closer to Blindspot. Whether or not they cut in front of him was questionable, but Cira and 866 got close enough that they might nudge the other a little if they didn't yield accordingly. "Yeh I really only get ta race when I'm vacationing or have free time at night, sometimes not even that now that I've got a step daughter of sorts ta look after, n I have two jobs, so, free time is limited, even with my buddy KITT. We work together. I don' always get th' chance ta race while on the job unless I have to go incognito or whatever."
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Post by blindspot on Jan 15, 2012 3:27:44 GMT -5
Blindspot kept the tight formation, intently focused on KITT. As such, he was quite prepared for most of the instances when KITT slowed, and he carefully adjusted his speed. He was used to stopping suddenly or changing direction in battle. It had saved his life more than once. He did get caught off-guard once, and for a moment his front bumper nosed KITT’s rear bumper, but it wasn’t enough to cause either of them to lose stability.
At any other moment, such contact would probably have embarrassed Blindspot, but once again, here on the track, it didn’t even register.
866 listened sympathetically. “Damn. You got even more responsibilities than I do, and I was made to, y’know, do stuff. But hey, good luck with that. I’ve got a feeling that this won’t be the last time the two of you see 207, so give him a message if you ever need someone to get you out of the house, eh?” They were coming upon the point of the intersection. “Heh, hold on, gonna take the wheel for a sec.”
Blindspot was not prepared for the sudden reappearance of his comrade. After all, he was still focused intently on KITT. 866 seized momentary control and swerved right into the road, nearly sideswiping his fellow drone, honking his horn cheerfully. 866 knew that Blindspot was quick on his feet, though, so it was no surprise to him when Blindspot skidded to the side, tires screeching to avoid a collision, just in time.
“Sorry, I had to. You got the wheel again,” they hadn’t managed to pull ahead, but they had at least been among them for a moment. Trying to keep up was going to be a challenge.
Blindspot gunned his engine to pull ahead of 866, slowing enough so that the other drone was forced to decrease his speed, as well. He flashed his lights in cheeky irritation, which prompted a laugh from 866 before Blindspot zoomed off again in pursuit of KITT.
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Post by Cira Knight on Jan 15, 2012 4:13:03 GMT -5
KITT keeps moving ahead before doing a full graceful spin, burning rubber as he drifts sideways briefly before surging into a counterclockwise rotation around the drone to avoid the risk of letting Blindspot hit him once he catches up. The drifting around a fellow racer was something new try, something he hoped Cira wouldn't want to mimic at some point later on, as it was a very unsafe maneuver when doing donuts around objects in high speed motion. Nevertheless, KITT was in racing heaven, he was too excitable and motivated to loose interest in the race. With a roar of his engine, he burned even more rubber as he positioned himself properly on the road and surged forward once again.
It was obvious to both him and Cira that he was being much more of a daredevil than usual, that was for sure!
A bit behind them: "Thanks dude, tis appreciated. KITT 'n I like ta give each other space too since we're partners in crime. We humans're busy bees a'right. Always shufflin'! We sure know how ta kick back once in a while."
Cira couldn't help but chuckle as she observed Blindspot and KITT's behavior. She failed to resist adding: "Ya know since Cybertronian behavior seems very similar to human behavior in some ways, I'd venture ta guess either those two're courting each other, or I'm blind!"
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Post by blindspot on Jan 15, 2012 4:39:17 GMT -5
866’s indiscretion was soon forgotten, because the moment Blindspot got himself back in the game, KITT was doing something new and fascinating. Blindspot’s techniques, while skillful, tended to lack in grace, as they were designed for function, rather than form. The arc in which KITT swung around him was beautiful. There was no other word for it.
866 laughed. “Yep. You’re absolutely right. I wouldn’t believe it myself if I wasn’t seeing it with my own optics.”
The world seemed to move in slow-motion for Blindspot. He was aware that his Spark was thundering in a steady, powerful rhythm, for once in his life, as KITT completed his turn, the midday sun gleaming off every vicious curve of the Mustang’s Attack Mode. It was then that Blindspot first felt a tug, a pull in his very Spark, for the soft-spoken vehicle he'd spoken with under the stars.
Even 866, who was more interested in poking fun at Blindspot at the moment (all in good humor, of course) had to take notice of KITT strutting his stuff. “Well, damn. Can’t say I blame 207, either.”
Then it was over, and KITT was driving straight again. Blindspot shook off his trance and hit the road like a battering ram, determined to prove his worth. At the next turn, he flickered his lights to get KITT’s attention, letting the other wordlessly know that he was about to try something--and mimicked the Mustang’s move, only this time coming around the opposite side and spinning in a clockwise direction. Though Blindspot was not as quite as nice to look at as KITT, the move was executed with no less grace, and the drone took the lead.
“They’re both trying pretty hard to impress each other.” 866 was falling behind again, but he was able to maintain a speed that kept the other two vehicles in view. He might not win the race, but watching them was almost as fun. “I’ve never seen 207 come out of his shell like this. Your pal there must be somethin’ special, Miss Knight.”
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