Sparkrace 1

sparkrace
drift & nitro
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Time: Then

It 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 optics. Taking a deep intake, he reveled in the feel of bright sunshine and fresh air. The atmosphere was a nice change.

"I wonder where Springer and Kup got off to, anyway," Perceptor said, looking around the seats and mechs that surrounded him. He glimpsed something else though, and pointed down to the race starting area. "There he is!"

Both Autobots peered down, spotting a familiar blue figure striding into the open track, mingling with several other racer-modeled bots. Along with the rest of the crowd, the two Wreckers stood and cheered for Blurr, despite him being so far away.

Drift, though, felt a strange chill in his spark, and knew someone had their optics on him. He surveyed the area around him before looking back down to Blurr and the other racers - sure enough, a pair of optics were targeted on him.


"Nitro, y'hear that Blurr guy's part of the Wreckers team that came here?"

"You don't say," Nitro said, an absent grin crossing his lips. He didn't dare turn his gaze from the white and red mech he had spied, sitting some rows back in the bleachers. Shifting on his heels, the racer spared a glance at the huge digital timer that was counting down to the race. Seven clicks.

"Drivekick, I'll be right back," Nitro said with a smirk, hearing his friend's cry of disbelief.
"Nitro you got six clicks, where the frag are you going?!"
"Don't worry, mech, I'll be back before you know it," Nitro chuckled.


He was coming. Drift felt an uncomfortable pulse and squeeze in his spark, and for a moment thought his cooling unit had failed on him. He couldn't look away from the other mech; red, white and black, elegant and streamlined, gliding smoothly toward the edge of the stands.

"Perceptor I'll be back, I'm... going to get us some energon," Drift said, not acknowledging Perceptor's reply as he stood and made his way for the stand's stairway, shuffling downward towards the siren mech. When he reached the edge of the stands,  Drift peeked over and down, and the curious Velocitronian gazed back up with a smile on his face.

"What'll it take for an evening to get to know you better, mech?" Nitro asked smoothly, liking the confused look on the other's faceplate, the almost nervous twitch of his finned helm. There was a long moment. Two clicks before the race.

"W-.... Win the race," Drift managed to get out, optics widening when the stranger pursed his lips at him in a mimic of a kiss. The sun felt too hot suddenly.

"Easy enough, sweetspark," the stranger said before twisting away, transforming into car mode smoothly and re-joining his fellow racers just as the starting alarm went off.