Post Tenebras Veritas (Planes/Cars RP)

[ZAFTPrime]

((If Doc could guard Axlerod, that would be okay, I hope. I mean, it would be great development between the two. ))

Shinn - Oskar, Rush, Skipper

Shinn snickered at the name. "Honkers? That's a good one!" He quipped. "Reminds me of a place down in Hawaii called Headlight's Paradise, no bad images intended." Again, he snickered. "One of the newbies got the show of a lifetime down there. Never saw a female the same way again, either!" He hoped his comments and quips would lighten the mood. "But, I'm open to any suggestions as well. Lead on."

Doc - Finn, Lightning, Spray, Streak, Aeris

Doc looked back as he heard a plane coming in for a landing. He frowned as he saw the CHROME symbol on it. That had to be the plane Axlerod was on. He could feel his engine rev with anger, but he shoved the feeling aside. He had to remain in control! He couldn't let his anger get the better of him this time! He sighed before he checked his equipment given to him by the FBI. Aside from a small Taser, a pistol, a sub machine gun, and his projector, he had two knives as well as his camera. Not as much equipment as Finn or any other CHROME agent, but it was enough.

Looking back at Finn, he wondered if the spy was willing to let him guard Axlerod. He knew Finn had warned him to respect the car's rights as a prisoner, and he intended to do just that. But that didn't mean he couldn't give the Range Rover a piece of his mind verbally. "Hey, Finn, right? Do you think I could watch that Axlerod guy? It seems his guards may not be enough, and your other agent is occupied with a race at the moment."

Would the CHROME spy agree to it though?

[adelphi prime.]

Rush - Tags: Oskar, Shinn, Skipper

"Then Honkers it is," Rush agreed. He shot what almost looked to be a death glare towards Skipper, thinking of the time where he'd managed to get himself so riled up he put on a hula skirt and coconuts. The twisting sensation in his tank didn't die down, and he was glad he had the excuse to refuse a drink in the situation. The day Skipper put on that hula skirt was the day that ended... that, and Rush had found out that his tank wouldn't take the stuff. He led the way through the street towards Honkers, where the sound of an upbeat country song rang out through the oncoming night. It seemed misplaced to Rush, and in a way that made chills creep down his back. The Corsair's nerves were high, but he tried to ignore it.

Streak - Tags: Miles{ish}, Finn, Aeris, Doc

The ice dragon's ears shot up as he noticed the jet landing and the green Range Rover roll out... along with lots of security. What could he have possibly done to deem him so dangerous? With a start, he realized that the Range Rover could be the equivalent of an enemy spy, or perhaps even assasin in this world. He stepped over Aeris, giving him extra protection, and growled in the direction of the car. Typically he would give the vehicle a chance, but by the way Finn spoke of him, and the way Doc had reacted told him that perhaps this car had already had too many chances.

Otter - Tags: Blade

Otter's flaps flicked upwards a bit, showing his ebarassment. "Heh... I don't think she'd..." He sighed, "I'm blind and useless, and a man's supposed to take care of a woman, not the opposite way 'round." He hated telling himself that, but he was afraid that if he let himself hope that perhaps Skila would take him, and might be rejected... "Besides, if there's one thing I know that none of us on that ship want to talk about, it's what happened."

[ShadowWolfCelica]

Shadow Tags: Dusty

Shadow kept her engine revving slightly, warming it up rapidly, ready for her initial start. She made a plan to get as far ahead as possible while he was still taking off. A normal Celica would only have managed about 130/140 mph, but being an agent, she was polished out with the best equipment, made more streamline, and was able to take on more speed. She managed to get up to 240 mph before, on one of the training exercises back at CHROME...... but this was really going to test her here. She contemplated possibly leaving out a bit of speed till the end, lead him into a false sense of security.... Upon his word, she shot off, tires screeching loudly, only barely noticing the jet coming in. If Finn had work for her.... it would have to wait. She would leave the telling off till later. She sped forward, her tires finding grip and propelling her forward. She looked up to the plane above her, noting that he was catching up already, and a sense of competitiveness filled her, which was rare.

She grinned as he glanced down, obviously waiting for her. She gave a mock roll of her eyes, before laughing, and pushing forward, shooting off at tremendous speed. She wasn't anywhere near top speed, but was already touching at 150 mph. She found her tires pushed her forward, her engine loud as she made her way toward the bluff, her heart pounding and oil racing. This was what it was like to live! She grinned and laughed again, looking up to Dusty.

"Heh, Is that all you have???" She called up with a teasing tone, seeing if he would be nice, or if his own competitive streak would push him forward and ahead of her.

[Dusty Crophopper]

((Man I love exploring this side of Blade, but I feel really sorry for him too... he's so like... reserved and knotted together it'd take a shoehorn to undo his knots. XD Also I'm fine with that idea ZAFT. ))

Blade - Tags: Otter

"Well all right... I understand. I mean if that's her perception of how relationships should go... then yeah maybe... but that's kind of ridiculous too, because I'm sure she could find something else in you... you could show her something else in you... another side... and... whether she accepts you or not is on her." Blade had corrected himself midway through, realizing he shouldn't be settling for just accepting Otter's resigned explanation.

"Otter I uh..." Blade paused here, the words unable to leave the cage that was his mouth whenever he spoke about this topic. "I... uh..." he tried again, but couldn't get the words out. "Ugh... I hate talking about this... not because I hate the topic but because I've built this complex web of... deceit around myself over the years... there's no other way to describe it." he confessed. "The real me and who most people see... aren't... aren't really... lining up I guess. Or maybe the thing I think is the real me is really just a persona I've created for myself and the persona is the real me because I've changed... I'm not sure." he admitted, wondering why this was so hard for him, and realizing how confusing he must've sounded.

Closing his eyes, he took in a deep breath, let out a long exhale, and tried again. "OK... so... my parents... don't... get on with me." He began slowly. "I kind of see myself in you with Skila and how I am with them. My father... uh... hated... certain... aspects of me, and I... eventually couldn't stand it, so I left... at a young age... and never really... looked back. Never spoke to them again... and I feel it's a terrible thing to do but... I also felt like... I wanted to pursue my goals and dreams... and they weren't in the rural town where I grew up. For awhile... I thought I had found it. I had found... happiness... ahem... uh... purpose... my life. It lasted... a long time. As long as I could drag it out for. Then something terrible happened that seemed to just vindicate my father and justify every thing he had ever said to me growing up. And it made me question everything I had known about life. I didn't... no couldn't open myself up to that pain again... so I changed... I stopped messing around, got serious, and got a new career. I put the past behind me and moved on... or so I thought. But..."

He closed his eyes again here, experiencing the world through Otter's "eyes" so to speak. "What if... what if I'm just living a lie? Suppressing my real self because I... I couldn't face what happened and accepted my father's version of reality? But what if that's wrong? What if this life I currently live... and believe me I do not regret what I do... what if it's not... what if it's not what I'm meant to be doing? In terms of my personality... who I am... how I act around others... does any of this... make any sense to you, or am I just a rambling fool?" Blade asked, opening his eyes and grinding his teeth. "I know I haven't told you the whole story, but that's not something I tell... well anyone really, so it's not just you." he informed the fighter here.

"Anyway, sorry I bombarded you there... that's more than I've told anyone in a long time so... I guess I've kept it in for too long." he let out a chuckle here, but there wasn't much mirth behind it...

Finn - Tags: Aeris, Streak, Doc

"You... you want to guard him?" Finn asked Doc here. "Mr. Hudson I'm not sure that's... a good idea. You aren't out for revenge... are you? He has his own security detail... and I don't want you putting a bullet in the back of his head because of what he did to your friend. Can I trust you to do this?" But even as he asked, Finn looked out to confirm that indeed, Shadow was in a... race right now? With Crophopper?

Sighing, Finn looked directly at Doc. "Fine... but you have to respect his rights. You can't simply kill him or you'll be branded a murderer, do you understand? He's been sentenced, he's had his trial, and it's all within the bounds of the law. He's not subject to personal vendettas by aggrieved cars. If his life is at risk... you must preserve it. That's what guarding him means... can you do that?" Finn inquired again, asking him a serious question.

Oskar - Tags: Rush, Shinn

"Headlights' Paradise, eh? Sounds like... quite the place." Oskar chuckled here as Rush began leading them towards Honkers. "Yes... that restaurant name... BOTH restaurant names seem to imply something else. The whole uh... what's the words? Double entendres is it?" Oskar smiled here, noting Rush seemed a bit... uneasy. But he couldn't blame him; that red moon seemed to have a lot of others on edge too.

Good old American country music was drifting out from the bar, but Oskar would've agreed with Rush: it was too much of a clash right now with what was going on. Someone apparently refused to let their jukebox tunes die though. They were insistent on playing them even throughout all this. "Huh... this place seems uh... OK." Oskar commented, gazing inside. "I hope this newbie of yours getting the show of a lifetime didn't change so dramatically that I'd be going through much the same experiences at this place." the Komet managed to lightly crack.

"Table over there." Skipper pointed with a wing and nodded in the direction of an empty one kind of towards the entrance.

Dusty - Tags: Shadow

Dusty was flying above his stall speed, and maintaining his post-takeoff speed well. He watched as she began to pull ahead, clocking his speed at around 120 mph. This was really slow for him, as even when he'd been testing at "lousy" speeds under Skipper he'd managed around 220 mph. She was zooming along though, and this would feel incredibly fast to her. To him, it was just a lazy flight, but things felt slower up in the air unless you were really moving.

As she challenged him, asking if that was all he had, he smirked, and throttled up, increasing his speed and beginning to go to about 50% power, until he was cruising along at 175 mph, which was still pretty slow for him. "Oh not even close! I'm just out for a lovely flight in the country, thank you very much! Come on! Make me push my engine!" he called down to her, grinning. He loved this, and already was starting to forget about his guilt and his pain... and starting to enjoy life once more.

Sure they were starting to race under the light of the twin moons, but that made it even more thrilling and mysterious. He was slightly ahead of her now after having let her lead, but he knew this certainly wasn't all she had, and was ready for more.

Miles - Tags: No one yet but sort of everyone around

"Quite the place... isn't it? Little pleasant country town in I'm guessing America, judging from the roads and how they're aligned and how everyone's driving on the right hand side of the road. So... why take me here?" he inquired.

"You've got info... info we can use. Turns out that one of your attackers... was seemingly in two places at once... and we need you to ID him positively."

"He... was?" Miles blinked, having rolled down the ramp fully now and looking about him, his eyes settling on the group clustered around Finn, namely because of the large dragon there... but also because Lightning McQueen was present... as was Finn McMissile...

[ZAFTPrime]

Doc - Finn

Doc nodded. "I know what it means. And I know what will happen if I take a shot at him. I may not like him, but I know better than doing that." He assured the spy. Looking back, Doc growled before he regained himself. He had to keep himself in control right now.

He began to make his way over to where Axlerod was. The midnight blue racecar had on an emotionless look, but the way he felt was evident in how low his engine growled. His blue eyes were hard as well, but he managed to keep his expression neutral. Doc didn't want to scare Axlerod if he could help it, at least for right now.

The Hudson Hornet gave out a low rev of his engine, the power not going unheard as he neared Axlerod.
"I didn't expect you to be coming here of all places." He growled to the Range Rover.

Shinn - Oskar, Skipper, Rush

Shinn smirked. "Nah. He didn't get that bad a scaring." He looked back around the bar. "Eh, not bad, but I've been in better places." He noted as he made his way over to the table Skipper had mentioned.

[ShadowWolfCelica]

Shadow Tags: Dusty

"Push your engine? You want me to push your engine?? Well let me show you what an Agent is all about!!" SHe called back here, a grin on her face. She revved her engine again and powered forward, her engine becoming deafeningly loud, filling her with adrenaline and power. She smiled, having not felt this for a long time, and found herself speeding forward, glancing up to the plane above her. She watched at the scenery speed by, her expression changing to one of glee, feeling ever pulse and rattle of her engine as it fully cleared, a loud purr tone was heard underneath it. A VERY long time since she felt this. She was mostly focused on chasing the bad guys as opposed to..... having fun. This was something she wasn't quite used to, but she took all she could get.

"I have a question to ask" She called up to him, glancing up once again. "Have you got a full tank? Cause you're about to eat my dust!" She laughed, shifting into her last gear, causing her engine to make a deeper growl before shooting forward once again. Verging just over 200 mph, she waited, and was going to wait until the last moment on the way back to use that extra speed.

[Dusty Crophopper]

Miles Axlerod - Tags: Doc

Miles could see an old vintage car approaching him now, and marveled at this, unsure who this fellow was and what he was coming up to him for. The security detail readied their so far hidden weapons, but backed off when Finn radioed them to stand down and that it was all right. They kept their eyes on Doc all the same, and their weapons primed, just in case, but kept them concealed for now.

As Doc revved his engine, causing Miles to back away a little and give him a quizzical look, the Rover could only marvel and muse over what he meant when he opened his mouth to speak. "I'm sorry... do I know you?" Miles inquired, studying Doc with passing curiosity. "I don't believe you're familiar to me... though if I've met you at one of my charity galas or parties then... you'll have to excuse me, but I've met a lot of vehicles in my time and I... don't remember all their faces..." He backed up to where his detail was, just in case this car was going to whip out a gun or something...

Dusty - Tags: Shadow

"Ohohoho! We'll see about that!" Dusty replied gamely, letting her start to accelerate as he began to do the same as well, increasing his throttle to begin to more vigorously follow her. She was pushing it now, going faster than most cars could ever hope to achieve, and these speeds were a little more to his liking: he was drawing ever closer to his "lousy" speeds when he'd first started training under Skipper. He wasn't really pushing his engine yet, but he was cranking his torque up to higher speeds, and enjoying the thrill of the wind rushing past his body and the adrenaline from participating in a competition again.

He increased speed to match her own, and flew overhead, his shadow passing over her in the dying light. "Hahah! As my mentor who trained me to race told me at these speeds... I was 'lousy!' Come on! Make me work Agent Carlisle!" He called down to her, laughing happily as he relished moments like these. "I'm sure you've got more in that engine of yours! Hopefully YOU have a full tank, cause I'm gonna make you work for this one!" Dusty throttled up even more, and went to 210... 220... 225 as he pulled ahead of her, this "leapfrog" style of racing he found to be entertaining and exhilarating. "Can you pass me?" He challenged, the bluff coming up on them pretty quickly here thanks to the speeds they were traveling at.

[Titanic X 21]

Spray - Finn, Doc, Miles

Spray came up at that point, having stored that aluminum tip away. "So, what's going -" His eyes went wide as he stared face-to-face with Miles Axlerod, one of the most wanted terrorists in the world. He backed up, yelping and dropping the small pyramid once more, right in front of Finn, Doc, and Miles.

"What's that j****** doing here?" he shouted, his body tense as he armed his guns.

[Dusty Crophopper]

Finn and MIles - Tags: Spray

Finn was actually still back with his son and Streak, a ways off from Miles and Doc, so when Spray backed up and dropped the aluminum tip, readying his guns in the process, Finn had to accelerate and burn rubber to reach him. "Stand down!" The Aston Martin hybrid interposed himself between Spray and Axlerod. "He's here on orders. He has pertinent information to this case and he's traveling under escort. He was attacked in prison earlier today, and it's no longer safe for him in his current position. He's no threat to anyone at present, as we've taken measures to ensure he can't escape!"

"Ohhhh yes! They told me about that!" Miles said, rolling his eyes. "Rather nice to see you again, Agent McMissile. So pleasant of you to strap a bomb to me in case I try and flee."

"You're a high risk target, and we're taking no chances!" Finn responded to him curtly.

"And suppose I need to escape from an attack?" Miles inquired.

"We won't detonate unless you truly flee your escort." Finn retorted, looking from Spray to Miles before finally reversing out from in between the two of them.

[Titanic X 21]

Spray - Finn, Doc, Miles

"Okay. But if he tries anything..." Spray's eyes narrowed, and as they did so, once more a strange look was present in them. As he looked at Finn, he finally relented. "Sorry. I... I'm just not that comfortable working with a spy. It's... kind of a holdover from my past."

As he said this, he suddenly realized he had let something slip.