Sparkrace 3sparkrace 3drift & nitro==="Slurries?"Drift's confused expression was cute, to say the least, when he looked up at the taller mech beside him. They had walked into the busy streets of the city, surrounded by other mechs and races persuing nightly activities and still celebrating the earlier competition. It was relaxing - there was no strife here it seemed, and life went on peacefully."What, you've never had one before?" Nitro asked, stunned. "It's coolant and energon mixed together and - well I'll just show you," the speedster said, resting a hand at Drift's elbow and lightly tugging the smaller mech towards an alleyway. It was brightly lit and lined with stalls serving several types of different fuels, treats and nutrition for different species.Drift hung beside the racer, watching him as he ordered two of the mentioned 'slurries' for them. Getting a better look, Nitro reminded him of Blurr - they certainly were built similarly enough. Filing that information away, he brushed hi
Sparkrace 2sparkrace 2drift & nitro---"It's a tie!" Perceptor shouted when Blurr and Nitro zipped across the finishline. The race had moved to televised reports, as the obstacle course was over ten mega-kliks long, aerial cameras documenting every minute of the event. Perceptor had watched Blurr vigilantly, as did Drift, but couldn't help letting his optics stray to the foreign mech who had made him feel like a sparkling.Nitro had slowly but surely made his way to the front of the race, taking advantage of every pitfall and weakness his opponents had along the way. He didn't know who that blue racer was, but overall he knew Blue was a challenge. A GOOD challenge. One by one the other racers around him were taken out by traps, paint-charged tripwire bombs. It was like military training and playing all at the same time - easy mode for Nitro though. He wasn't champion of his city for no reason.It had whittled down to twelve racers. Nitro knew things were going to get difficult in the next three
Sparkrace 1sparkracedrift & nitro---Time: ThenIt had been a fortuitous week. Velocitron was in sight and upon hearing Blurr was onboard the Xantium, the ruler of the humble planet had invited him to their latest race.It had been a long while since Drift had been amongst so many other bots. The press of chatter and cheering was almost physical, but it was more comforting than annoying."Isn't this exciting?"Drift smirked as he spared a glance towards Perceptor, who sat next to him. The red bot seemed unusually giddy, and had been since the Xantium had set down on Velocitron. Then again, everyone on the ship had seemed less tense since they had been permissed a short 'vacation.' The two were currently seated in the stands of the great racing arena that was the epitome of the planet, watching the track below carefully for their blue speedster friend."It is. I'm glad the others are here too. Kup could use a few cycles of recharge and relaxation," Drift replied, chuckling and shuttering his opt
Blitz and Jazz - Restart3augescape==="Can't you shut him up?""He broke the muzzle!"Jazz winced as Blitzwing shrieked, shouted, and tried to negotiate with his captors all at once. The prominant face, though, was the one with the jagged red mouth, which was currently open wide in a high-pitched scream that would have put sonic warfare a run for it's credits."Let me go you slag-handling shrinks! I'll rip out your optics and drill out your PROCESSORS!""Good thing Optimus caught that one. A lot of good it'll do the community to offline that RAM-damaged scraphead," Sentinel Prime snorted as he joined the ninja's side."I HEARD THAT YOU NUT-CHINNED, OVERCLOCKED RUSTPILE! Mmph!""Y'know, I'm not really sure if I'm comfortable with those shrinks takin' him in to examine him," Jazz said quietly. "Summat ain't right with that - messin' with a mech's head.""The frag, Jazz, you're starting to sound like a 'Con sympathizer!" Sentinel snorted, slapping Jazz on the back a little harder than necessary. "He's just a '