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>>41479906

Of course, your mother gave you some extremely explicit instructions for how to handle yourself at the Shift.

“Don’t you even fucking dare, Mikoto. At the very least, give me a call first so I can kill you before the races do.”

You’re still searching for a psychic who can helpfully remove the memory from your mind, as Digs pulls you along towards his own area of the Shift.

As the World Cup reigning champion, along with a Yellowline driver, Digs is the one who gets to oversee the National Shift, working with the judges to ensure a fair-and-square race without (too many) casualties. He does a splendid job at it, and you were amazed that he’d invite you to watch him run it.

“So, Mikoto, it’s gonna be a few hours before the practice runs end, and the Starting Parade begins. What do you want to do until then?”

>Show me around! You know what to do
>I’m gonna go find Katherine: she’s racing today.
>I’m gonna find Rench: He says he’s got a car for me.
>Write In.

>>41479926
>Show me around! You know what to do

>>41479926
>>Show me around! You know what to do

>>41479926
>Show me around! You know what to do
A.K.A. Sneak off when he isn't looking.

>>41479926
>Show me around! You know what to do

>Show me around! You know what to do
>>41479926

Just going to lurk but I look forward to where this is going.

Redline 1080p
http://kat.cr/redline-2009-1080p-bluray-x264-nvee-t7877693.html

Redline OST
http://kat.cr/redline-original-soundtrack-t10754131.html

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>>41480361
If you really enjoy it, drop a vote sometime! It's great to have lurkers contributing!

>>41479926

“Eh, I’d rather you show me around. It’s my first time, isn’t it? Don’t really know what to do.”

Digs grins. “Sure! I think I’m going to be going to the engineering shops first, make sure that everyone’s going to be ready. Also helps to discourage whatever pre-match cheating there might be. Up for that?”

“Yeah, sure! Sounds fun!” Actually sounds like a good opportunity to meet a few other engineers, too. Rench keeps you closer to him than his wallet, considering you’re probably the reason the latter exists in the first place. Would be nice to see what other engineering work is done (no matter how bad it might be, as Rench says).

“This way, then.” he starts leading you through the crowd, occasionally stopping to sign a few pictures (or various bodyparts, and he does it far more gracefully than you ever think you’ll be able to).

And not too long after, you’re in front of the gigantic workshops that house the vehicles. Called Frame-lodge by some, it was a gigantic warehouse that many drivers used to store their vehicles for races, along with a top-notch repair centre. The company that owned it, Frame-ware, did a whole bunch of contracting for other planets, building huge shipments of cars and such.

Of course, they held a soft spot for the drivers from home. If you ever made it to the Yellow-line (or Redline, though none from your planet have gone yet), you could depend on them to hook you up with some VERY shiny items.

Walking inside, the sound of welding and hammering instantly overwhelms you, and you happily take the pair of ear-plugs that Digs offers you. Soon enough, you’re walking around the facility, oohing and aahing at all the different vehicles there. Plenty you’ve never seen before, but you recognize a few either way.

“It’s awesome, isn’t it?” Digs shouts over the noise.

“It’s amazing! I can’t wait to come here!”

(1/2)

Fuck Redline, where's the Trava space quest?

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>>41480438
Ah, thanks Anon! You're a fucking hero. Been looking for the OST.

As a reminder to all readers, the OST is required listening while reading. Yellow-Line is the best for whenever there's a race, so pop that on when it gets fast.

>>41480482

“You know,” Digs comments, stepping out of the way to allow a large automated cart to roll past, “I’m sure that you could find a car here if you do want to race.”

You sigh. “I guess, but that’s not the same.”

Digs smiles. “Rench is your engineer, isn’t he?”

“Yeah.”

Digs nods, looking down the aisles of frames. “The best drivers always have an incredibly engineer backing them up. No matter how good you are at driving, it’s all about having a vehicle you can fully take advantage of. Not to be insulting, but you have a lot of room to grow in, over the next few years, even with how good you are now. Rench’s own skills can develop alongside yours, so that you can truly work together.”

You nod, looking out over the field. “Yeah, I get that.”

“Anyway, anyone specific you want to see?” Digs points past a few cars to another, something that looks like an oversized engine as compared to a car. “If you want, I can introduce you to a few friends.”

>Go say hi to Digs’ friends.
>I’d like to go find my own, if that’s okay.
>Know any engineers, here? Rench would be envious if I got to talk to some of the big names.

You need to work on your dialogue, this really isn't Koike-tier stuff.

>>41480580
I don't know who Koike is.

>>41480553
>Know any engineers, here? Rench would be envious if I got to talk to some of the big names.

>>41480553
>I’d like to go find my own, if that’s okay.
Gotta go fast

>>41480553
>>Go say hi to Digs’ friends.

>>41480553
>I’d like to go find my own, if that’s okay.

>>41480438
Posted wrong one
Redline Dual Audio 1080p
http://kat.cr/redline-2009-1080p-x265-aac-dual-audio-mkv-t9706791.html

>>41480595

>Not knowing who Koike is

You done goofed.

>>41480553

>I’d like to go find my own, if that’s okay.

>>41480722
Feel free to actually tell me.

>>41480722
>>41480692
>>41480602
Writing!

>>41480737

Takeshi Koike, Redline's director and scriptwriter. He was also the man behind the Lupin the 3rd OVA "Daisuke Jigen's Gravestone" as well as several other series. I'd link to his wiki page, but I'm on mobile at the moment.

>>41480847
Ah, so the guy who made the thing that this quest is about. Got it.

Yeah, I know my own work has to improve a bit. But hey, that's okay! I can do that while writing.

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>>41480553

You turn back to look over the never-ending expanse of cars and engineers tending to them. “Uh, do you mind if I go have a look around on my own? I’d really love to see just what people are working on.”

Digs gives you the thumbs up. “Go for it! When you need to find me, I’ll probably be up in the commentator’s booth, so join us once you’re done.”

You nod, and start walking away, down the aisles of automotives. Several people seem to be putting cars together from scratch, bolting together hefty frames to hold all the components that they can fit inside the damn things (apart from, you know, comfortable chairs and AC).

Soon enough, you arrive at the centre of the warehouse, where there seem to be a whole bunch of engineers all circled up and talking, a laugh ringing out from the group every so often. Surrounding them are more parts, scattered in some form of organized chaos around their workstations, each one holding frames in various stages of completion.

>Go up and talk to the engineers.
>Go to the stations and admire their work.
>Leave, head back outside to where the racers are.
>Write In.

>>41480987
>Go to the stations and admire their work.

>>41479906
pls your archives are full of holes

>>41480987
>>Leave, head back outside to where the racers are.
Sup Arte

>>41481084

Yeah, they are. Gonna start posting the Moe links that auto-archived my stuff.

>>41480987

>Go to the stations and admire their work.

>>41480922

Don't beat yourself up over it. Koike has a unique style that you would have to to really know to get it to come across in dialogue.

>>41480987
>Go up and talk to the engineers.

>>41480987
>>Go to the stations and admire their work.

>>41481179
>>41481124
>>41481024

Writing!

AH FUCK YEAH! RED LINE QUEST!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=doEwWzMz99A

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>>41480987

Moving around the group, you walk around the perimetre of the workstations, peering in to admire the frames, sometimes just a bit more than a few pipes together, other times full-built cars that only need to get wheels put on. Your attention is especially caught by what seems to be a hybrid vehicle. Two wheels, but even as you look around, you can’t find any connection to them from the engine, that sits prominently at the back-end of the vehicle, glowing slightly in the dark factory.

“It’s nice, innit?” you turn to see one of the engineers walking up to you, mug of coffee in his hand. It’s notable that the hand seems to be robotic, along with the rest of his arm, built up in a similar aesthetic to the vehicle. He walks up to the engine, knocking on it with his flesh-and-bone hand. “It’s a Mega four-fifty-four, capable of powerin’ a neighborhood. Or, you know, a driver’s car.”

You take a closer look at the engine, now that you know the make. The Mega brand prides itself on supplying ridiculous amounts of energy (it’s first offered a megawatt, hence the brand name). The 454 is the newest of the series, generating an unprecedented amount of power for its size. And yet...

“Aren’t these better for hover-vehicles?”

The engineer nods. “That’s right. Which is what this vehicle’s got.”

“Uh...but what about the wheels?”

“Exactly! Takes too much energy to keep a frame floating, ‘specially Redline frames. I figure, why bother trying to keep a frame nine inches above the ground, when we already invented something to do that?”

You look at the frame again. Again, it makes a bit more sense why the wheels aren’t connected in any way to the engine. “So, you’ll just be pushing it along with whatever hover mechanism you have?”

The engineer grins. “Exactly! I can get an extra twenty percent power to use for thrust that way, and the wheels can keep most of the momentum facing forwards, as opposed to constantly fighting gravity.”

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>>41481544

He sets his mug to the side, then offers his hand. “Nahar. You?”

>Mikoto. I won the local Shift in Digs’ area.
>A friend of Rench’s. You heard of him?
>Write In.

>>41481563
>A friend of Rench’s. You heard of him?

>>41481563
>>Mikoto. I won the local Shift in Digs’ area.
>>A friend of Rench’s. You heard of him?

>>41481316
best song to listen to while working out.

>>41481563
>Mikoto. I won the local Shift in Digs’ area.

>>41481316
UNTZ UNTZ UNTZ UNTZ UNTZ UNTZ UNTZ UNTZ UNTZ UNTZ UNTZ UNTZ UNTZ UNTZ UNTZ UNTZ UNTZ UNTZ UNTZ UNTZ UNTZ UNTZ UNTZ UNTZ UNTZ UNTZ UNTZ UNTZ UNTZ UNTZ UNTZ UNTZ

>>41481563
>>A friend of Rench’s. You heard of him?

Five more minutes.

>>41481563

>A friend of Rench’s. You heard of him?

From seeing drivers dealing with race mechanics IRL, modesty is preffered.

>>41481955
>>41481835
>>41481680
>>41481631
Writing!

>>41482054
We're still saying our name, right?
It'd be rude not to.

Also, hi Art

>>41482080
Yeah, but the focus will be on Rench.

>>41481563


You smile, and shake his hand. “I’m Mikoto. Rench is my engineer, if you’ve heard of him.”

Nahar nods in recognition. “I have. He did some great work on the Shift, and I got a video of you with the Morosa he managed to fit in the frame. Very impressive work.”

“He’s an excellent engineer,” you agree, “and I’m very lucky to have him.”

Nahar nods again, eyeing you with something more like respect.

>Congratulations! Your reputation with engineers has gone up, due to your respect for them!

“Anyway,” he goes on, turning back to the frame, “I’ve got to get to work. My own driver wanted to get all this done, then abandoned me to go party with whatever groupies he has. Gonna have to say goodbye for now.”

“Of course, wouldn’t want to distract you. Have a nice day, Nahar.”

“You too, Mikoto.”

You step away from Nahar’s workstation, and start walking back along the aisles again. He seems like a pretty interesting guy, and you wonder who his driver is.

You’ve still got plenty of time before the races start.

>Call Rench, see if he’s here.
>Call Kat, see if she’s around.
>Go meet up with Digs.
>Write In.

>>41482270
>>Call Rench, see if he’s here.
>Call Kat, see if she’s around.

>>41482270

>Call Kat, see if she’s around.

>>41482270
>Call Kat, see if she’s around.

There better be some Trava & Shinkai in here too

>>41482270
>>Call Rench, see if he’s here.

>>41482458
Googled it. Never seen it before, but I'll have a go at it and see if it's even reasonable to include it in any way.

>>41482477
Reading more about it reveals it to be a prequel? Is that true? Either way, I'll watch it.

>>41482477

Watching trava should be a requirement before this quest, since it features gratuitous amounts of koikes trademark dialogue and humor

http://www.nyaa.se/?page=search&cats=0_0&filter=0&term=Trava+fist+planet

>>41482572
Got it.

Quest cancelled, guys, until I watch this.

/s. Or not /s. Depends on if you're that serious about it.

>>41482464
>>41482444
>>41482313
>>41482312

2 for Rench, 3 for Kat. Gonna call Kat, unless you want to call both.

>>41482633
Both

>>41482633

Both sounds good

>>41482652
>>41482660
Writing, then.

>>41482587

I'd find the time to watch it before the next thread at least.

>>41482633

Fuck it, make it both I guess.

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>>41482270

As you exit the warehouse, you pull out your phone, and dial Rench and Kat. Rench answers first.

“Hey, what’s up Mikoto?”

“Hey, Rench. I’m currently at Shift, was wondering if you’re here too.”

Rench laughs. “Are you joking? Of course I am! Like they wouldn’t let in the engineer of a local winner.”

“Alright, that’s good to hear. So where are you at? We can meet up some place.”

“Sure, sure. Uh, how about near the commentator tower?”

“How about in it? Digs can get us up there.”

“Right, right. You and your driver friends. Sure, I’ll see you there!”

You end the call, and switch on over to Katherine. “Hello, Queen Arachnia, how are you today?”

A snort from the end of the line. “Hilarious, Mikoto. What do you want?”

“I was just wondering if you were at the Shift today.”

“Yeah, I’m preparing for my race now. Why d’you ask?”

“I’m here too. Listen, me and Rench were going to meet up at the commentator’s tower. Digs can let us in. Fancy coming up for a bit before the races begin?”

“Hmm, I don’t know. I wanted to practice a bit before I got behind the wheel for real.”

>It’ll help you de-stress a bit, so you can hop in the frame with a clear mind.
>Alright, if that’s what you think you need.
>Go for it. I’ll see you after the race, then?

>>41482796
>>Alright, if that’s what you think you need.

>>41482796
>Go for it. I’ll see you after the race, then?

>>41482796

>Go for it. I’ll see you after the race, then?

Don't fuck with a driver's pre-race rituals or practice time. Especially when the races are as CUHRAYZY as these.

>>41482796
>Go for it. I’ll see you after the race, then?

>>41482796
>Go for it. I’ll see you after the race, then?

>>41482949
>>41482937
>>41482886
>>41482841
Writing.

>>41482796

“No, no, that’s your time. I’ll see you after the race, then?”

“Sure! See you then!”

You end the call, and begin heading towards the commentator tower.

---

”Wow! Would you look at that! It’s only the practice run, and we’re already seeing some racers tear up the ground faster than we can replace it! What do you think about that, Digs?”

“With the way they’re roaring ‘round this course, I don’t think they’re gonna be a threat in the main race. The Shift doesn’t have time or patience for show-offs-”

“AND WOW! There they go again! Damn, how fast is that, Digs?”

”Seems to be about four hundred and-”

“AND AGAIN! You’d think the racers were competing for Redline! Not a single touch to the brake, nosiree!”

Digs sighs, and waves at you as you enter the tower. You didn’t have any problems getting up, as the guard was one of Digs’ own, and recognized you from the night of the party (and when he installed the satellite dishes in your Mom’s restaurant, so she could watch whatever races you decided to kill yourself in.

Over in the corner, you spot Rench, talking with a group of drivers and engineers. It seems they’re debating the advantages of wheeled vehicles versus hover vehicles.

It seems that Rench is ranting. “-And as I’m saying, you’re wasting too much energy keeping the vehicle off the ground! With a proper frame, you shouldn’t spend any more energy than necessary, no matter how overbuilt you are!”

One of the drivers laughs. “Seriously? People can barely use half the energy modern engines provide, so why not divert some of that towards lift? Plus, by keeping yourself off the ground, you can get a more aerodynamic shape, and you don’t need to worry about suspension at all.”

As you approach the group, Rench turns and waves at you. “Hey, Mikoto, help me settle this. Wheels or glorified balloons?”

>Wheels
>Hover
>I met a guy called Nahar...
>Write In.

>>41483508
>I met a guy called Nahar...

>>41483508
>I met a guy called Nahar...
>Short answer is yes. Not sure if he'd want me revealing his tricks.

>>41483508
>I met a guy called Nahar...

>>41483508
>>I met a guy called Nahar...

>>41483688
>>41483632
>>41483629
>>41483582

Writing.

Later let's ask Digs who're the favorite racers of that national shift, and see if we know any of them. Find out their driving styles and why they're the favorites

>>41483508

You think about it. “Uh, I met a guy called Nahar earlier. So I think my answer’s gonna be yes.”

Rench pauses for a second. “Uh, you said Nahar?”

“Yep.”

“The engineer?”

“Yessir.”

Rench’s voice continues to flatten. “And you talked with him.”

“Mmhmm.”

“WELL WHY THE FUCK DIDN’T YOU CALL ME?”

You recoil a bit. “Sorry. Didn’t know he was that important.”

Rench sighs. “Like you wouldn’t believe, mate. He pretty much makes motorcycles with rockets attached to the back of them. Did you see his frame?”

You nod. “Yeah, two-wheeled hover-thing.”

Rench shakes his head in disbelief. “You met Nahar. You lucky bastard. Think you can introduce me?”

You smile. “Actually, I told him you were my engineer. He said that you had done a pretty good job on my frame.”

Rench lies back into the chair, staring up at the ceiling. “My life’s over. I don’t have to do anything anymore. Nahar the Great just complemented my skills.”

“Don’t go yet, please. I kinda want to keep racing, and I’m not sure anyone else would really want to engineer for me.”

Rench grins, still staring up at the ceiling. “Nice to know I’m wanted.”

(1/2)

>>41484215
Fucking hell. BSOD. Let me re-write.

>>41484331
This is gonna take a bit. Sorry for the wait.

>>41484442
thats ok im reading the new berserk

>>41484442
Is cool, I got nothing else to do

>>41484442
NP m8

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>>41484442

Take your time. I'm waiting warmly.

>>41484943
I believe I actually have that gif saved as waiting warmly.

Five more minutes, please and thank you.

>>41484215

You punch him in the shoulder. “In your dreams, mate. I just had to settle for you originally. Maybe I’ll ask Nahar if he wants to be my engineer.”

Rench pouts. “You wouldn’t do that, man. I got you a Morosa.”

“Fair enough. So keep proving your worth to me, or else I’m gonna have to go find someone who can actually engineer.”

Before Rench can respond with a taunt about either your own skills or your mother, you see Digs waving at you from his seat. “Oh, sorry Rench, I’ll be back in a bit.”

He gives up, and you’re soon over at Digs’ side. He seems to be leaning away from his microphone. Just past him, the commentator is still going. “Look at this, Digs! Look how fast they’re going! Man, that’s so fast! Of course, they’re just letting the car steer for them, so no skill at all, but very fast!”

Digs seems panicked. “Listen, Mikoto, I need a favour.”

“What?”

He eyes the commentator next to him, who still seems to be amazed that anybody could possibly go faster than ten metres a second. “This guy’s getting on my nerves. Just a bit. I need your help with him.”

“Uh, okay. How so?”

“Shut him up. Get your Morosa down there, and keep your foot down on the accelerator throughout the entire course.”

“How would that help? Besides, you know I’m not allowed to race-”

Digs pleads harder. “Come on, Mikoto. He seems to believe that this ‘new generation’,” fingers quoting at that, “can only drive fast because some computer’s aiding th. Honestly, looking at all the hover-frames down there, I’m inclined to agree with him. And anyway, it’s only a practice run. Unlikely that you’ll get in a crash.”

The commentator keeps going. “And wow! That’s a one minute run for the ‘86 right there! How fast! Very fast!”

>I feel your pain. I’ll do it.
>Just suffer. Don’t want to explain why I died to my mom.
>Write In.

God, that was annoying. Don't think I got the same feel as I was going for either.

>>41485317
>>I feel your pain. I’ll do it.
Give me a few minutes to mask myself and my ride so I don't look like myself.

>>41485317
>>I feel your pain. I’ll do it.
Like he said basically a milk run
That we will escalate until it's better than the race to come.

>>41485317
>I feel your pain. I’ll do it.

>>41485365
I also like this mask idea.

>>41485317
>>I feel your pain. I’ll do it.
Its only practice, so far at least.

>>41485414
>41485414
>>41485392
>>41485377
>>41485365
And you guys want to mask up as well?

>>41485317
>>Write In.
i'll do it but you'll owe me.

>>41485507
nah id rather get yelled at by our mom

i mean not like she wouldn't figure out by how we drive i mean she is our biggest fan

>>41485548
Good point.

Would you also...

>Call Mom?
>Don't Call Mom?

Even if you mask up, you could call her.

>>41485565
>Call Mom?

>>41485565
>Call Mom?

Call, we're gonna keep racing, she has to get used to it sooner or later.

>>41485565
>>Call Mom?

>>41485565
>Call Mom?

>>41485615
>>41485610
>>41485592
>>41485584
A mom-calling, mask-wearing, Morosa-touting racer enters the arena!

>>41485663
also i noticed the 86 joke

>>41485699
...Wow.

That was actually unintentional.

>>41485716
that makes it even better

>>41485756
It really does.

>mfw my number captcha is...not 86

>>41485317

You think a bit, continuing to watch the other commentator for a bit, before turning to Digs. “Happily. But on a few conditions-”

Digs pulls you into a hug, almost crushing your ribcage. “You’re a live-saver, Mikoto. Anything.”

“I need to mask up. And get my vehicle modified. It needs to look good, right?”

Digs casts a glance back to Rench, who’s now moved onto debating the merits of fusion-engines or matter-annihilators, before giving you a nod, and a piece of paper, which reveals itself to be...

You stare down at the Favour Card. The top racers usually accumulate a ton of respect and reputation as they go up the ranks, often resulting in companies and corporations sponsoring them. The racers, not exactly interested in stock options, instead opted for a system of favours, making some PR stunt for a company in return for a guarantee to have an item delivered straight to them, no questions asked, when cashed in.

Soon enough, the more powerful racers started to hand out their own cards as they passed on from racer to old-timers, using their connections and power to create their own networks.

Some years down the line, a Favour Card from a racer, especially one who’s won your sector’s championship, means a bunch (don’t even think about Yellowline or Redline winners).

And Digs handed one to you.

“Godspeed, Mikoto,” Digs whispers, before slumping back on the desk in an attempt to escape the mindless drivel.

You manage to make your way back to Rench without bumping into too many objects, though he seems to notice you’re out of it.

“What happened, Mikoto? Realized you needed me?”

>Wordlessly hand him the card
>Rench, there is an immediate need to reach extremely high velocities.
>Drag him off before talking.
>Write In.

>>41485875
>Drag him off before talking.

>>41485875
>>Drag him off before talking.

>>41485875
>Rench, there is an immediate need to reach extremely high velocities... right after I call my mom, and put on a mask.

>>41485875
>Rench, there is an immediate need to reach extremely high velocities.
>Drag him off before talking.

>>41485875
>>Drag him off before talking.
Well damn

>>41485875
>Drag him off before talking.
Then
>Rench, there is an immediate need to reach extremely high velocities.

>>41486012
>>41485997
>>41485978
>>41485964
>>41485958
>>41485957

Writing combo.

why are we putting on a mask?

>>41486118
to be a legend

truth be told i dont know why either

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>>41486178
I can dig wearing a mask I guess, but the real question is, will it make us look like Cyclops?

>>41486178
>>41486118
I believe the mask was going to be a primitive attempt to prevent positive ID of us by our mother. But anon >>41485548
pointed out that our mom knows our driving and our car so the mask is a moot point. We're still gonna wear it just because we fucking can.

>>41486288
no offense to cyclops but i hope not

>>41486297

I was under the impression you didn't want to reveal it to the world that you're Mikoto. Like, your secret racing identity.

>>41486335
Why? He's a dick, all of the offense!

>>41486379
ya he is

Wolverine is the shit tho.

>>41485875

You grab him from his seat and pull him away to the other side of the room, so that the others can’t hear you. He tries to resist, but you keep him on a path until you turn to face him.

“What is it, Mikoto?” He seems a bit angry, but pauses when you hand him over the Card. After a few seconds of scanning, he looks up at you in disbelief. “A-a Favour Card? How on earth...”

“Listen,” you whisper to him. “Digs is really annoyed with that other commentator, and he wants us to pull a stunt. With this, how soon can you set a car set up?”

Rench looks up at you with disbelief. “Mate, I got you in your first race with less than a hundred credits to my name. If I can’t win you the Shift with this frame, then I’m not worthy to be anywhere near you.”

“Then let’s get started.”

---Begin Yellowline from the OST, if you will---

An hour passes. The warmup continues, with more and more cars joining the circuit as they come out of production and go through the paces to get ready for the race.

You slowly accelerate out of the bay, winding down your window for a few seconds to talk with Rench.

“Feels good, Mikoto?”

You nod, giving a thumbs up. “Very. How do I look?”

He looks over the frame. “You look...perfect. I think this is just what Digs needs.”

“Thanks, Rench. I’ll see you on the other side.” you roll up the windows, and start down the ramp towards the circuit. It seems most everyone is already out on the circuit, making the run, so you don’t have to worry about anyone catching you early.

Now that Digs has made you aware of it, you can hear the commentator go on over the loudspeakers.

”Wow! That’s fast! And that’s even faster! That’s not as fast, but still fast!”

Where the hell did they get this guy?

Time to blow his mind. Might be the first time today he sees someone going over 20 metres a second.

And with that, you push your foot down to the accelerator, and cross your fingers for luck.

>Roll 1d100.

Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>41486804

>>41486804
>>41486864
AW YEA! I think it's time to use a +10 to max this!

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Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>41486804
Must move rapidly!

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>41486804
ROLLAN FOR SPEED!
>>41486864
Great roll fluff

>>41486864
>>41486901
welp we're going fast alright

>>41486905
>>41486901
>>41486864


....HOLY FUCK.

HOLY FUCK

YOU JUST WENT FULL SANIC. YOU NEVER GO FULL SANIC

>>41486864
>>41486901
>>41486905
GOTTA GO FAST BITCHES!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=doEwWzMz99A

>>41486925
if we don't say "you're too slow" i'm going to be upset

>>41486864
Nice

>>41486901
Cool, doubles, I wonder if there's a bon-

>>41486905
Oh. Well... That's pretty damn fast.

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>41486804

>>41486951
I hope Rench got us an intercom. One that's louder than the commentator's booth.

>>41486925
We ALWAYS go full Sanic.

>>41486951
You're gonna drive so fast you get launched all the way up to the commentator tower, crushing the life out of the commentator. And in his last moments, you'll stand over his crippled body and say, nothin' personnel, kid.

>>41486905
Hey my first roll in the quest is a 100, welp, it's all down hill from here
Also PRAISE CRITICUS!

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>>41486864
>>41486901
>>41486905
MY MIND IF FEAKING OFFICIALLY BLOWN!!

I not seen such good rolls in a long time.

>>41487016
Remember the time we got like a 99 and a 100 in magical soldier quest?

>>41487028
It's been awhile. I would have gotten in here sooner, but I just got off of work. At least I jumped in with a bang

>>41487174
No shit.

>>41486403
Wolverine is just as much a dick if not more so. He just gets more sympathy because he is a fan favorite

did we silence the entire crowed with our god-tier driving skills?

>>41487240
Just you wait.

>>41487221
ya but he is a dick with a better reason and has a better code.

>>41487257
. . . fine.

You know what, I'm glad we wore the mask, Don't want our maybe girlfriend getting pissed at stealing the spot light

>>41487257
Did we accidentally the track?

>>41487290
we began to hover without our car being a hover car

>>41487281
i dont think she's our girlfriend. . . yet.

>>41486804

"Mikoto!"

Your eyes open as you come to, searching around the area. "What happened?"

"You don't remember?"

You shake your head. "No...I remember coming out the entrance to the Shift practice circuit, thinking something like...uh...I think it was some base desire to have an extremely high displacement along the x, y, and z axis in a very short amount of time. What happened?"

"Oh. You won the Redline."

Kidding.

>>41487290
Yes
The whole track.

i dont know if this music fits the quest's world but I think it fits this moment.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cno20onK9dY

>>41487449
dick move

>>41487449
Would be interesting,

>>41487449
>some base desire to have an extremely high displacement along the x, y, and z axis in a very short amount of time
Well played, sir.

>>41487561
I knew my physics degree would be useful for something! Just not dank memes

>>41487595
This is a joke, by the way. The degree part.

>>41486804

Due to Rench’s superstitions about racing (“You don’t watch the fucking engineer at his job!”) you didn’t get an opportunity to see exactly what was inside the car up until he revealed it to you. From first looks, the entire thing was kinda similar to that frame you had once upon a time. It had been mutilated, combined with another frame to make it even longer. You didn’t ask why. You had thought it was for more coolant piping, so your Morosa wouldn’t just explode as soon as you floored it.

You were wrong.

It was something else.

With a quick glance at the dashboard, you confirm your suspicions, even as your foot continues to travel down to the floor. There’s no stopping this. Maybe you could’ve stopped this at some point. But not anymore.

Because it’s happening.

This all goes through your mind as you watch the duel Morosa 12 Cylinder set up, one for each axle, spin up. And then there’s nothing left but the instinctive impulse to hold on for dear life as you are sent rocketing off the entrance ramp, already catching six feet of air.

“And wow, there’s another fast...what’s that. What is that.” You can hear it in his voice as you land, the reinforced wheels of your car biting into the asphalt.

“...That car in the distance...” you can hear it in his voice, the fact that his brain has finally shorted at seeing a car go faster than twenty metres a second.

You’ve just hit sixty.

It seems that most people on the practice circuit have wisely decided to move out of the way upon hearing the thunderous roar of two Morosa 12 Cylinders. Good for you, because you’re not sure you would be able to turn

As you continue to accelerate (you manage to make out 78 metres a second from the dashboard), you come up upon an extremely sharp turn. Like most race-tracks, it has a tilted edge, actually stretching right up to the wall itself, above which the spectators watch.

(1/2)

>>41487595
>Physics degree
I have a much greater respect for you, now.
God I hate that shit.

>>41487641
I'm working towards it now, in actuality. I'm in love with space, and there's no fucking way I'm dying on this planet. All hail Elon Musk.

>>41487665
You still have my respect.
Food is my jam.
And that includes jam.

I was going for an engineering degree a few years back, and physics sucked the life out of me.

>>41487730

And that's perfectly fine. I tried engineering, but I feel like I can't get into the real hard work in it (as in, recording what I've done FUCK GANTT CHARTS).

The math's the easiest for me. And the creativity. Hey, maybe if I got someone who was actually responsible, that would cover the other part!

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>>41487632

Your car gives you no other option than to accept that wall as your new ground, the force pulling you against the wall far more than the pathetic thing called gravity. You take the turn, parts of the wall shattering underneath your wheels, until your frame reluctantly goes back to the ground again, having lost no speed on the turn.

Another glance confirms that you actually gained another fifty metres a second.

The track tears away underneath you, the asphalt barely able to stand up to the insane revolutions-per-minute that the tires put out. You’re not really sure what would happen if you attempted to break at this point, so you’re kinda relieved that Rench had removed them.

What a weird thing to say.

Soon, you’re approaching the final stage of the track. All the other racers have moved to the side, only watching your progress with something like awe. That’s what you think it is, anyway: their faces pass by too quickly to tell.

Soon enough, you’re on the uphill slope towards the finish line.

The commentator seems to have regained his control. “My god,” his voice calls from the speakers.

Your dashboard tells you that you’re going 600 metres a second. It might be nine hundred. You’re finding it really hard to concentrate right now.

“He’s...”

You’re a kilometre away from the start.

“So...”

You’re three hundred metres from the start.

“Fast...”

You’ve past the start.

And you realize, just before you faint from the ten gees of force on your body...

You’re not coming back to the ground.

>>41487815
Small break for me to have dinner.

And I got 86 for captcha

>>41487867
look at his post numbers 86 are in there

Just a bit longer. I feel ill after that meal.

I make delicious pizza. Why did I order instead?

>>41488104
your a lazy fuck?

>>41488150
Definitely not. I've been extremely healthy lately.

But yes, I might've been lazy tonight.

Writing.

>>41487815

Ach.

With consciousness, comes great responsibility.

And pain, lots of it.

It almost feels like your bones were run through a grinder, then glued back together. Like each and every atom of you aches, and any motion would send them into agony.

Even thinking hurts. Rench is gonna have a field day making jokes about that.

Talking about Rench, where are you?

Opening your eyes reveals you to be in some large tent. It seems that you’re still wearing the get up that Rench got to match with your vehicle. High quality, for sure. Feels like its made from spidersilk.

After a few minutes, waiting for the pain to dilute itself, you attempt to lean up to get a better look around you. Whatever you’re in, it’s definitely something like a hospital room. You can see an IV standing over in the corner, and there’s a remote near you that has a ‘Call Nurse’ button. Below it is a sticky note saying “PRESS THIS BUTTON WHEN YOU WAKE UP.”

>Press button
>Hold off for a bit
>Get out of here.

So what do you guys think so far?

>>41488316
>>Press button

>>41488316
>Press button

It's good but I like your other quests more

>>41488316
>>Press button

hello mom

>>41488316
>Press button

>>41488316
>Hold off for a bit
Oh man, mom's gunna kill me

>>41488361
Which ones specifically? I just wanted to try a quest where I had an actual focus for a story (as in, specific end goal (being the Redline)). I feel like my stories aren't focused enough, and this is going to help me when I get back to running Akane Shogo's quest.

>>41488316
>Press the button frank.

>>41488495
Fuck you fluff, you can't make me do it!

>>41488484
I think it's more of a matter of taste than story focus
I'm just not really into racing
I've only read LiT and BDE and I just like those kinds of genres

>>41488601

That's completely fair.

Writing for pressing the button.

>>41488316

Deciding that nothing too bad could happen, you go to press the button.

What an awful, horrible idea.

Your mother charges into the room, looking like the very embodiment of Wrath itself, stalking on over until she’s right in your face.

“What,” she growls, “on fucking earth were you thinking?”

You gulp. “Uh...Digs asked me to do it?”

“And that makes it okay.”

“I called you too!”

Your mother smiles. Her eyes stay dead. “Ah, so it’s perfectly okay that you were going at six hundred and seventy metres a second.”

“...No, it isn’t.”

“Good. Now,” she wraps you up in a hug, “please don’t do that, Mikoto. I only have one of you, and my warranty ran out a while back. I’d rather not lose you.”

You awkwardly try to hug her back, keeping a scream back. “I know, mom. But you can’t say it wasn’t amazing.”

She laughs. “Sure, sure. I think you need to see a video of yourself, first-”

“MIKOTO!” Rench bursts into the room, rushing over to where you’re lying. He grabs the remote from your side, muttering something like, “you need to see this.”

He turns on the TV in the corner of the room, and you watch the entire clip of you racing the entire fifty-five kilometre course.

According to the reporter, you beat it in one minute and twenty six seconds. The new world record for the Shift.

“Dude, it doesn’t even matter that you did that during the practice run. They’re considering calling off the main event because of your little stunt.”

You take a breath. “Wow. Does anyone know its me?”

He shakes his head. ‘Not yet. I think a few people might have made a connection with the Morosa engines, but your original car is still intact, so you could pull it off if you wanted.”

You nod after a moment. “Okay then...so what do I do?”

(1/2)

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>>41489141

Rench shrugs. “You could reveal yourself, or keep racing as your other identify. People don’t really have a name for you yet, but they’re throwing things around like Mega-Morosa, or Moro-san. In fact, the company posted something on the local Bulletin, saying that they’ll actually sponsor whoever had done it.”

Your mom sighs. “Honestly, Mikoto. Each time I say you shouldn’t race, you pull yourself further and further in. Can you at least wait until you give me grandchildren? I can regale them with tales of your stupidity.”

There’s a very timid knock on the door. Rench goes over and looks through the peep-hole, then quickly turns and slams the deadbolt.

“It’s the media,” he hisses.

>Reveal yourself
>Stay in your new persona
>Write In

Gonna end after this final event, since I've been invited ~somewhere~.

>>41489173
>Reveal yourself

>>41489173
>>Stay in your new persona

>>41489173
>Reveal yourself
they will find me out soon anyway.

>>41489173
>>Reveal yourself
if we dont some jackass might try and take it.

>>41489311
>>41489283
>>41489244
Writing.

>>41489173
you're leaving us for a wild sex party aren't you?

>>41489480
Yes, there are be plenties of the beautiful ladies and there will be the sex.

>>41489173

You sigh. “Let them in. Might as well reveal it now that I’ve taken care of Digs’ wish.”

Rench nods, taking a final peek through the peep-hole, and unbolts the door, letting in a gigantic flood of reporters that surround your bed, apart from one section that your Mom occupies like a force of nature.

“Wait! You’re the Dual Morosa racer?”

“Aren’t you Mikito, one of the local Shift winners?”

“You aren’t even independent yet! How did you pull off this shit?”

Your Mom grumbles, but gives it up to you. You shrug, and grab one of the microphones at random. “Uh, I am Mikoto, and this is my engineer-” you pull Rench in, “and we’re the ones who put on that race in the dual Morosa monstrosity.”

Another reporter pokes in. “Is this some marketing stunt? We know that Morosa hasn’t been doing too well lately, with its offerings paling in comparison to more recent releases by Mega and Solus in the Hover and Mechanical space. Are you trying to prove something to the sector, and galaxy beyond?”

You look at Rench, and shrug. “Uh, as a driver, getting that initial acceleration means a lot more than long term performance, especially when the lifespan of any frame is barely going to be longer than the race. Maybe if this were the Yellowline or Redline, but honestly I’m plenty satisfied with Morosa.”

Another reporter comes in. “You’re obviously incredibly new to the racing scene. Since you’re the de-facto winner of the National Shift, will you be going onto the World Cup?”

Your Mom’s face goes pale, and she seems to choke a little bit at the words.

“Uh...”

>Once I’m independent, you can expect to see me there.
>Mate, I’m not stopping till I win the fucking Redline.
>Maybe. Keep your eyes open, eh?

>>41489627
>Maybe. Keep your eyes open, eh?

>>41489627
>Maybe. Keep your eyes open, eh?

>>41489627
>Maybe. Keep your eyes open, eh?

>>41489627
>Maybe. Keep your eyes open, eh?

>>41489788
>>41489777
Trips
>>41489740
>>41489671
writing.

>>41489627

You look over to your Mom, who seems...more than a bit upset at this point. You reach over and poke her, shocking her out of her state. You turn back to the cameras, and smile.

“Maybe I just might. I guess I can only say keep your eyes peeled and ready, eh?”

---

The man across from you grins as he scans down through the menu. “This is a nice place. What do you recommend?”

You look through today’s options. “Uh, I really like the Halan Chili, but might be a bit too spicy.”

He closes the menu with a smile. “I’ll have that, then.”

You nod, tapping on your screen to set the order, then turn your attention back to the man. “So, what can I help you with?”

He nods, and pulls out a business card, which he hands over to you. “As I said before, I’m one of the Driver Representatives of Morosa. We are...incredibly impressed with your work with Morosa engines. We had even considered approaching you earlier, over the leaked footage of your race against Arachnia, but this...we couldn’t let this go. We’d like to ask if you’re willing to be sponsored by Morosa.”

You frown, leaning back in your chair. “I don’t know. After all, it’s not like my talents would be limited to only your company.”

The Rep nods. “I understand that. But we’d like to give you an opportunity to allocate your resources elsewhere, while we provide some of the vital components. I’m sure your engineer friend would agree,” he says, turning to Rench at your side.

Rench shrugs. “I guess. Depends on what you can get us.”

The Rep slides on over another card, which this time you recognize as a schematic. Rench snatches it up, folding it out and looking over the design. He looks up with something approaching awe in his eyes as he stares at the Rep. “No way...”

(1/2)

>>41490169

The Rep nods graciously. “Morosa has begun expanding into Matter Annihilation Engines, for their incredible effectiveness in providing lots of power immediately. We were quite taken with what Mikoto said about how Drivers aren’t looking for longevity or long-term performance, so we’re looking to fill that niche.”

Rench slides the schematic on over wordlessly, and you run it over...

“Four cores,” you breathe out. “Four fucking annihilator cores. Christ, is this for a fucking spaceship?”

The Rep laughs. “Oh, could be. Or, a Redline car.”

“You want to sponsor us that far?”

“Definitely. With the equipment you have already, I think you’ll be just fine until then, and we are still working on the prototype of this engine.” the rep stands, “until then, I’ll wish you goodbye. I’ll see you around.”

You both wait until he exits the shop before exploding in excitement. “FOUR CORES!”

“FOUR CORES!”

“What’s this about four cores?” Katherine asks, entering the restaurant.

You grin and wrap her up in a hug, explaining it to her. “Four cores!”

“Four cores,” she says, not understanding.

You let Rench show her the schematic, enjoying the look come over her face as she realizes its contents. She lifts her head to stare at you, mock anger burning in her eyes. “Oh, you think you’re so cool because you’ve got a sponsor already?”

You grin. “Oh, of course!”

“I promise you, before you take another step I’ll have my own sponsor! Mega, even! I bet on it!”

“Either way, it’s a while’s away. For now,” you sit back down, just as your Mom brings over a few bowls of chili, “let’s enjoy the present, shall we?”

---

That's it for tonight! A pleasure, indeed!

And now I'm off. Have a lovely night.

>>41490196
thanks for running
have fun at the orgy

>>41490196
Don't forget to archive

>>41490196
thanks for running dont forget to archive

seeing as this is on subtg

>>41490299
>>41490253
>>41490282

Archived. Love y'all, stay healthy till next time.

Holy shit, this was awesome.

>>41491164
Hey, thanks!