[challenge] Rally Brothers
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ajremixOkay, not only am I in need of doing something light and fun, I've been having this overwhelming urge to do something OC-centric. So, this challenge is going to be centered around two of my TF characters, Freestyle and Relay. To put shortly, they're both special ops and, in their own way, tend to be mischievous and have a bit of a (rather well-deserved) problem with authority. You can check out a couple comics of them on my dA account.
Therefore, choose one or both of the Rallys and give me a prompt/character. Can't say how on the ball I'll be with these since I'm a little brain fried from too much sun, but let's give it a shot anyway! Need to get back in the practice as it is.
Therefore, choose one or both of the Rallys and give me a prompt/character. Can't say how on the ball I'll be with these since I'm a little brain fried from too much sun, but let's give it a shot anyway! Need to get back in the practice as it is.
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Freestyle - adaptation
Date: 2009-07-05 08:33 am (UTC)---
They drifted into a hard hairpin around the street partition, squealing tires sending off plumes of smoke as the cars spun into a 180. The leading car's differentials locked, treads gripping the asphalt and turbo revving the engine hard-
"Jesus shit-"
The lead jerked to the side, mowing down a 40 mph sign as the trailing car found the inside line, nearly snapping off a wing mirror as he streaked ahead.
A voice crackled over the 2-way radio, part furious, part elated all to hell at the race, "Dammit Sterling, crazy motherfucker- I give. You won this round."
The two cars coasted back to the square, fairly spilling out with cars and people that erupted into cheers as the racers returned. The Impreza slipped into the crowd first, gleaming flawlessly blue in the midnight lighting and neon signs that lined the strip. Sterling stepped out of the driver's seat with widespread arms and an even wider spread grin. The crowd erupted into louder cheers and groans as money swapped hands.
"Goddamn, Sterling. Yer fuckin' killin' me, here!"
"That boy don't ever lose, when you gonna wise up?"
"Fuck, I owe ya like a stripper or some shit for this."
Sterling just gave them all his trademark reckless grin, feeding off the praise even as he encouraged it. "What can I say, an object in motion and all." He draped himself over the bonnet of his Impreza, holding a hand out for the race's winnings to be slapped in the palm
[Hate to break it to ya, Style,] a voice crackled in Sterling's head, [but you should be heading back.]
At the same time a voice yelled out in the crowd, "Got badges comin'!"
In seconds, half the crowd were in their cars and those started peeling away, scattering in various directions. Someone shouted over to Sterling, "We're regrouping at the Manor shopping center- you coming?"
"I'm done for the night," he called back, sliding back into the bucket seats, "I'll catch you guys later!"
It wasn't until he was near the outer city limits that the voice came back [How'd the night go?]
[Not bad, won a lot less than I used to, though.]
[Maybe if you didn't win so often...]
[Doesn't really matter,] the car settled more fully on the suspension and the road. [So why're you calling me back? Someone finally noticing what we're up to?]
[Not just yet, but if we don't ease off, someone's gonna. And if Red Alert gets his way in getting everyone a permanent tag in Teletran, our racing nights are basically over.]
Now that he was well into the back roads taking him from Portland into the mountain ranges, the form of Sterling clipped itself out of existence, leaving Freestyle to continue driving with only his brother's comm link keeping him company. [Yo, Relay.]
[Hm?]
[Appreciate you covering for me.]
On the other end he could hear his brother scoffing. [Of course I'd cover for you! That way you have no excuse to cover for me when I feel like lying down rubber!]
Freestyle's engine gunned like a throaty laugh. [I dunno, if they actually ask for ya, I may decide that covering is too much effort..]
[Yeah, funny. I was just thinking how much effort this was on my part, too.]
His engine gunned again, settling into the lonely roads and his brother's familiar banter seeing him back to Ark.
Re: Freestyle - adaptation
Date: 2009-07-06 04:06 am (UTC)Re: Freestyle - adaptation
Date: 2009-07-06 04:07 am (UTC)Relay - keeping up appearances
Date: 2009-07-06 09:11 pm (UTC)Takes place kinda early in Style's arrival on Earth.
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Jazz had gotten three complaints in two days. 'That mech's just been causing trouble since he got here!', 'The entirety of the section 8 junction is a mess!', 'Jazz, you need to get Freestyle under control.'
Which, under normal circumstances, would have had that black and white pulling said mech aside for a long chat, but the circumstances were hardly normal. Jazz hadn't seen Freestyle in days. With the exception of showing up for monitor duty, the Impreza had made himself scarce. And that, to Jazz, did not bode well.
But first thing was first. Jazz tracked down Relay in one of Ark's common areas, the mid-day hours granting him almost exclusive use of the room while everyone else was either resting or attending to their assigned duties.
"Jazz!" The red mech smiled broadly, waving at the empty seat next to him. "What are you up to today?"
Jazz, though accepting the seat, did not return the smile back. "Relay," he said flatly, "you need to stop."
The Lancer tilted his head to one side. "Stop what?"
"You know you can't lie to me. I know the both of you too well."
The smile fell from Relay's faceplates. Deciding it prudent to not press his commanding officer, he stayed silent.
Air heaved through Jazz's vents and he was feeling his rank and age in ways he didn't enjoy feeling. "Why are you pulling these stunts, Relay? It's not from some weird sense of obligation, is it?"
Yellow optics widened at that. "What? No! No, it's not... not... really..." The Lancer slouched down, looking at his hands as if staring at them would hide himself from Jazz.
"So then what is it really?"
"It's for Freestyle. I'm not trying to make up for anything doing this, I'm... it's...," he'd be slouching down further if it were possible, "I'm trying to protect him."
Jazz did not look at all convinced, opticband staring steadily through the younger mech. "Protecting him by getting him into trouble with everyone else?"
"No, it's not- I'm trying- it's complicated!"
"Freestyle's still distancing himself from the other Autobots due to trust issues, went off somewhere and you're trying to cover for his absence by pulling pranks to make everyone think he's still lurking around so they won't grow concerned about him and start pressing him with questions he doesn't want to deal with. Right?"
Relay boggled. "Er... well, yeah. Pretty much."
A quirk of lips was his first reply. "I told ya I knew the both of you too well. Where's yer brother?"
The return of Jazz's less formal speech pattern didn't ease Relay's guilt any. "I don't know. He's only been back when he has to and leaves without telling me anything." Then, almost inaudibly, "He hasn't been answering any of my comms."
Standing, the Porsche leaned over to pat Relay's shoulder. "I'll track 'im easy, no worries."
A hand clamped down on his, Relay's expression desperate, "He's not in trouble, is he?"
Were it anyone else- and were he anyone else -a denial would easily have slipped through his vocalizer. But this was Jazz and he didn't pad the truth for his mechs. "We'll havta see. I'm not lookin' to get him in trouble, but him an' I are gonna have a long chat. What comes outta that will depend on him." He patted Relay's shoulder again before turning to leave the room and then Ark.
Re: Relay - keeping up appearances
Date: 2009-07-11 05:08 am (UTC):D
And since you told me I could ask for another...
Both Brothers & WRC!!!
:: runs for the hills! ::
Rallys - WRC
Date: 2009-07-11 06:05 am (UTC)---
Two cars were parked side by side before a 7-11, each with a young, dark haired man leaning against the sides. One had a newsboy cap and a Sobe, the other sipping on a large Slurpee.
"He's got the speed," said the one in the cap calmly, "he's both still young and not as experienced in the championship. He has time."
Taking the time to get in one more slurp, the other countered, "Yeah, but will Ford have the patience? How many chances is Wilson gonna keep giving him? Last year wasn't all that much better, what with his being regulated back to Stobart for two rallies."
"So you think Ford should give up on him?"
"Depending on his performance in Finland, yeah." He took another long slurp. "C'mon, Ry. He could be great, but he just doesn't have the consistency. I mean- there was absolutely no pressure on him in that last stage, it wasn't a particularly tricky corner and yet, somehow, Latvala still managed to crash out. Mikko should've been two point ahead in the standings, now he's only one and Ford would've been six points behind Citroen instead of seventeen-"
"So he's had a bad year, it happens." Ryland drained his drink, took aim and tossed the bottle into a garbage can. "He's got the same mentality McRae, Vatanen and Makinen had. All or nothing."
"If Latvala was the number one driver, he could have that kind of mentality, but he's not. Mikko is and Jari-Matti's job is to help him up the driver's standings and get points for the manufacturer's championship. He's retired from two rallies and had to restart three. That's not a good percentage."
"Pfft," Ryland leaned back on the gray and red bonnet of his Mitsubishi, "like your performance was much better when you first started driving. Style."
Sterling glared, even his slurping was unamused. "That's different."
"Yeah, we being what we are, our crashing out is far, far sadder."
"And yet I'm still the faster driver of the two of us."
"And I'm the more consistent one."
"You're such a dick, Ryland."
The younger man grinned, big and proudly, "I know."
Reaching the bottom of his drink, Sterling went to toss the cup away. As he reapproached his Subaru, headlights swept over the parking lot and cars started filling in.
"Hey, we got both Raleighs tonight!"
The two waved back as cars parked and people hopped out, greeting each other loudly.
"Alright, before we get distracted racing," Sterling said, leaning close to his brother so no one else would overhear, "Latvala will finish Finland without retiring or restarting, yes or no."
"Yes."
"No."
Ryland gave the sharp grin he shared with his older brother, "We'll see at the end of the month."
"Yes we will." Pushing the younger one ahead of him, Sterling steered them both into the crowd.
Re: Rallys - WRC
Date: 2009-07-11 06:09 am (UTC)That was great! (And for a non WRC fan, I actually followed this fine. Go me! XD)
And, since you said yes... Ahem.
Brothers (again), optional on others to show up if you want. Having watched the Star Wars trilogy, they associate Darth Vader to Megatron. It's all in the helm you see.
:: wise nod ::
Rallys - Darth Megatron
Date: 2009-07-11 06:27 am (UTC)---
"So," Freestyle said in the kind of way Relay had long ago associated with mentally bracing himself for something random and possibly CPU-stopping, "do you think I'd get into trouble if I busted a gasket laughing next time I see Megatron?"
Relay turned to regard his brother, wondering where his thought process kept getting twisted around. "First off, why would you want to see Megatron to begin with, secondly, dare I ask why you'd bust a gasket laughing at him?"
"I got bored so I decided to check out movie night in the common room and they were marathoning Star Wars."
"Uh-oh."
"No, no- it wasn't that bad at all!" Freestyle leaned his elbows on the table thoughtfully. "I mean, okay, science aside, it wasn't that bad. But part of the way through I... might've... er, said something about how Darth Vader's helmet reminded me of Megatron's."
Ooooooh boy. Relay waited, knowing there'd be more coming.
"And that might've started up a discussion, part of it being on how Decepticons seemed to have as good of aim as Storm Troopers and Grimlock could be our Chewie..."
"And the thing about laughing at Megatron?"
Freestyle fidgeted slightly, looking as guilty as the Impreza seemed capable of looking. "Someone- not saying who," which meant it was Freestyle, "might've made a possible connection between Megatron and Vader in which he's actually an old, wrinkled oragnic going around Force strangling his troops."
Relay paused. Relay thought. Relay slowly put his head to the table with a long, stuttering snort he tried to keep locked in his engine. "I hate you, Freestyle."
"We're in trouble, aren't we?"
"Yes, we are."
Re: Rallys - Darth Megatron
Date: 2009-07-11 06:30 am (UTC)