Post Tenebras Veritas (Planes/Cars RP)

[Dusty Crophopper]

Miles - Tags: Doc

Miles was a bit relieved to find out that no one was in fact around the corner. For whatever reason, he didn't want to confront his attacker from earlier, if that's indeed who it was. But then Doc shifted the conversation to the Allinol scam... and Axlerod's face fell here, a look of... pain perhaps crossing his features. It was hard to tell, but it looked like a mix of regret and pain. He couldn't seem to answer at first, his eyes drifting downward, that hurt expression not seeming to go anywhere. "I... well you see... you're right. You're probably wondering... oil billionaire with everything... life in the fast-lane, philanthropist... why throw his life away on this scheme?" He chuckled a little mirthlessly here. "You're right though... I had everything... everything I ever wanted... but..."

He looked at Doc with his lighter blue eyes, as if trying to look deep into his soul. "But over time... I... I had always grown up as a lemon, you see. Broke down constantly, leaked oil at the most embarrassing moments in school... was tormented for it... called names... and it really... really lowered my self-esteem. So when I struck it rich and started making a name for myself, I... well I could never forget my past... never forget all those who had bullied me... terrorized me... MADE me leak oil... I... I couldn't let it go. I began looking into... controversial groups... groups that were meant to empower lemons like myself... though some took it way more extremely than others... sadly." he explained here, looking away. "A-anyway... it was almost like a cult... I thought... what if I could unite the world's lemons? Form a coalition... DO something about us to MAKE us important? I began believing lemons were powerful... lemons were... entitled... that was what I was going to say earlier but didn't feel it'd help." He pointed out. "That I am a powerful lemon... it was my mantra."

"So anyway... we struck it rich with that oil deposit we found... it was way more vast than even my oil fields I owned in the United States and the Middle East! So... it was more... it was more because I felt... wronged... by most of the world that I wanted to finally cement myself... cement myself and others like me as meaningful cars... I repeated my mantras so often over and over again that I started to believe them. But yes... you're right..."

Miles looked right at Doc again, as if he wanted to apologize, but he was instead explaining further on his scheme. "It wasn't until I met Professor Zundapp, a lemon like myself, that things began to get... dangerous." he told the Hornet. "He was a renowned terrorist and scientist, and he promised he could come up with a way to make alternative fuel look bad... I just had to follow his instructions, and it would all go accordingly. What choice did I have? By that point, I was well into the planning stages, and had already discovered that oil field. He assured me no one would die... merely have engine flame outs. I didn't know he'd killed that American agent at first! I didn't realize how serious it was getting... but then... my conviction hardened anyway when I saw McQueen choose Allinol over regular fuel for the final race. I was... I was enraged that my plan was about to come undone at ONE car's suggestion. So I had... to take... measures..." Miles spoke hesitantly here. "Zundapp though... he was responsible for carrying it out. He designed the camera, yes. And came up with the bomb plot as well. I-I wasn't really... trying to kill anyone I just... I was blinded by rage over having everything almost come undone at the last moment... I know... it doesn't make me a very good car." He averted his gaze once more, this time off to the side. "I understand your feelings about me... I can't take any of it back... I realize that. If I could do it again I would never attempt it! I would just be content with my fortune and the fact that I well... COULDN'T circumnavigate the globe without GPS. I..." He sighed here, closing his eyes.

"I'm sorry... I didn't... think about the consequences... or that... he had friends... that cared about him. It was a risk I was willing to take because of how far I'd come but... looking back... I didn't think it all the way through. I didn't think about what damage it could've done because I... I didn't... care about other cars that weren't lemons... they grew up entitled so... what could they... it doesn't change the fact of what I did though..." He trailed off softly here, having concluded his tale as he kept his eyes closed, his body slumping a little here.

Dusty - Tags: Shadow

"Oh I KNOW RIGHT?" Dusty declared with excitement and a wide grin. "You feel... free?" He asked her here. "I mean... you get to travel to any country, any time, right? For your work! Surely that makes you feel... free... yeah?" he inquired. "I mean but yes! We should do it again sometime! I'd be up for that! You did pretty well! Faster than any car I've ever raced!" he complimented her.

But he froze as he heard her utter her words and moved his blue eyes to gaze where she was looking, and felt his heart stop. "Wait... isn't that... Sir Miles Axlerod... the terrorist? What... what's he doing HERE?" Dusty asked, gulping. "Was he... was he involved in the attack today?" Dusty looked at her nervously, no idea why such a high-profile terrorist was present in his hometown.

[Titanic X 21]

Spray - Dusty, Shadow

Spray heard the remarks of the other two as he was preparing to leave. He headed over to them and looked back at Miles, his eyes narrowed a bit. "No, he wasn't," he told the firefighter. "Apparently he got jumped in prison and was brought here for his own protection."

He looked down at the ground and snorted a bit. "It's too much of a coincidence if you ask me. And I don't believe in Fate or Destiny choosing anyone for that matter. That kind of stuff is a load of bull****. No one is chosen. We choose our own fates."

And yet it did seem odd that everyone was here. Even he himself. Maybe it was just chance. Yeah. It had to be. How else would he have wound up in this world?

Him and his friends. Radar was off to the side chatting with the large F-22 hybrid, and both seemed to be tossing around ideas as to why there was a second moon, but so far none of their theories were really true. So, what was happening here? And how did that aluminum tip tie in?

Speaking of which, he needed to send it to St. Paul.

[ZAFTPrime]

Doc - Miles

Doc blinked in surprise. He hadn't expected to hear his life's story with just a few questions. The Hornet was not really sure of what to say at first. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words died in his throat. Then, he drew in a deep breath and sighed. "No one is perfect. To be honest, no one likes lemons. H***, even I don't like them! But I don't let that get in my way of my career as a doctor. If I did, I would lose my medical license." Here, Doc chuckled a bit. "It's ironic, really. Beforehand, when I was growing up, I had a best friend who was a lemon. I didn't care about his status, and we did everything together. But when I decided to become a racer, well...that changed..." Doc trailed off here, still unable to get the feelings of anger regarding that incident to go away.

"He wound up nearly ending my racing career when I was just a rookie racer. After that, he and I had the worst fight ever, and that was when I realized he hadn't cared to be my friend at all. He only wanted to get back at his bullies as figured the best way would be to take out the star racer from school. That was when I began to hate lemons. I thought they were all revenge driven, and couldn't feel remorse. But then, years later, I met Otis, a lemon back home. He...He changed my whole perception of all lemons being revenge-driven. In fact, you could say he is more like Mater than anything really." Again, Doc laughed a bit. "Despite being a lemon, Otis always looked on the bright side of things. I could have denied him medical treatment, but that would have made me no better than my old friend. So, I pushed aside my hatred of lemons and began to treat Otis like a normal car."

Doc cringed a bit at the idea of telling more about his past, but since Miles had done the same for him, he might as well return the favor. "Anyway, I hadn't exactly left my previous notions of lemons behind, but they had tempered down a bit. At least until the Allinol thing you pulled." Here, the Hornet drew in a shaky breath. "Seeing what happened, and to think it could have happened to Lightning, I will admit, any decent thoughts I had of lemons were thrown out the window. I became enraged at the actions you guys pulled. I didn't want anything more than to go and help bring that case down. But...The FBI said no. I was still in recovery and my training was still going on. So I had to remain back at base for the time being. After that...I just wanted to get back at any lemon I saw..."

This was the most Doc had every spoken to Miles. The Hornet then faced Miles directly. "I can understand why you didn't want to reveal you are a lemon, as no car likes a lemon, save for Mater. H***, even I don't like them, and I'm a former racecar! But that shouldn't have forced you to throw your life away like that. I will be bluntly honest here. That was the stupidest thing any car could have ever done! And look where it got you! In prison for life! I would say you should be ashamed of yourself, but I don't think it would be worth it, considering you already do."

Then, Doc looked back. "You know, that's the most I have every said to anyone, let alone you." He chuckled a bit. "I just told my life's story to a lemon, and one of the worst terrorists in the world. Ironic, in a way..."

His scar twinges with pain a bit, making him wince. "Dang it..." He hissed. "Ever since that moon showed up, it's been hurting like this..."

[Dusty Crophopper]

Dusty - Tags: Shadow, Spray

"So wait... The world's greatest terrorist... Got attacked in what I'm sure is a maximum security prison, and so... To protect him... He's here? In Propwash Junction? What protection can they possibly give him here? We should be getting protection from him!" Dusty pointed out. "Sheesh! What a crazy day! Terrorist attack, a second moon, Miles Axlerod? I just want... I want things to go back to normal around here! I mean come on! We weren't even on the map two years ago!" He insisted.

Looking at Spray here, he considered what he said. "Well... I believe some things happen for a reason. I don't believe it's all random chance, nor do I believe you can always craft your fate. I mean look at famous racers whose careers and lives were ended in crashes. They could WANT their injuries to subside so they could go back to racing all they want... But it just won't happen. There are just some things you can't control... And well... This day was one of them. That moon... Is one of them. It could affect us all... And we don't even know it yet! We don't know why it's here... Just that it is. So yea... I believe some things happen because they do... This day? It's one of them." He tapped his wheel on the ground to indicate what he meant.

Miles - Tags: Doc

Miles listened to Doc's story impassively, wincing inwardly when he mentioned he hated lemons, even despite this lemon named Otis. "You know... None of us are bad... We just... Break down more often than you do. Yet we get mocked and maligned for it. You hear something enough times... You either believe it or you resent it. My group are the ones who resented it. I just... Unified them long enough to get them to do what they did. But you're right..." He lowered his gaze, slumping further as his whole being seemed to sag. "You don't have to tell me it wasn't worth it. Look around... You can go where you please... I don't even have that anymore." He sighed, falling silent here, his voice barely audible.

He didn't need to be reminded, and certainly didn't need to be insulted, but that was his life now: world's most hated car. When Doc mentioned his scar acting up with the appearance of the new moon, Miles looked up now. "Yes... It's having an odd effect on me too. My head's been... Fuzzy since it appeared. I feel like... Something tugging... On my mind. It's strange... I don't think I've ever felt this before..." He informed the agent.

[ZAFTPrime]

Doc - Tag: Miles

Doc seemed to frown a bit in thought. "That doesn't sound good. But..." Doc trailed off as he took in what Miles said about breaking down more often. "You...may be right..." He winced at that, unable to believe he was agreeing with a terrorist. "Just because something breaks down more often doesn't mean it's bad. Heh... I guess no one is perfect. Even the best of cars can turn out bad if given the right incentives..." He then looked at Miles. "No offense to you on that matter." He added, wanting to clarify things.

He then sighed. "So...how did you meet Professor Z, and what happened to him? I know about you and what happened with you, but the FBI had no information on that German when I asked. He sounds like a crazy car." Doc snickered for some reason. "Probably a few bolts loose in his head. He may have been smart, but he sounds like, from what you told me, a bit whacked out."

Doc then looked back around. "Yeah, I may be able to go places, but unlike you, I can't exactly be open about myself. I'm an agent of the FBI. I can't exactly tell people that, now can I?" Doc looked back at Miles. "What can you recall about your attack? I mean, sure, I may know you were attacked, and you might have a fuzzy memory about it, but it was recent. The attack I was in was a few years ago."

[ShadowWolfCelica]

Shadow Tags: Dusty, Spray, Miles

Shadow watched the Rover intently, a hidden anger inside her. She hated that car. And now she had to actually see him around here.... no. She couldn't stand the idea. She looked to Spray as he talked, and as Dusty commented after, her one anger only mounting. "He's a phsycopath, something isn't right in his head..... he made my country look bad and I intend to make sure he knows his place....." She snapped here, revving her engine angrily and moving toward Doc and Miles where they were talking.

"HEY, Axlerod, what in the name of all that is Toyota do you think your doing here?! Is Great Britain no longer big enough for you to conquer, your now starting on the US? I swear to the great manufacturer I will put you down where you stand if you dare try ANYTHING around here, and I don't care what it entails. Your a vile, vicious and spiteful little child that deserves nothing but hard labour until you rust from the inside out and pray for any sort of sweet release" Shadow spat at him, her anger now clear to see. "Agents DIED because of you and I swear I will make sure every one is remembered...... and I will make sure you feel the pain they felt...." She seethed, her heart racing and her oil pumping. She wanted to punch his windshield. Badly. But as an agent..... she couldn't. Instead she stared hard at him, adrenaline shooting through her once again.

[ZAFTPrime]

Doc - Tags: Dusty, Miles, Shadow

Doc perked up as he heard an engine rev, only to turn and see a black Celica approaching. He was at once on edge. The Hornet brought out one of his guns and was prepared to act. "You will do no such thing!" He snapped back, his racing engine revving angrily. He hoped the power of his engine would force her to back off. As much as he hated Miles, he wasn't going to let this agent kill him.

"If you try to hurt him, I will not hesitate to act in his defense." Doc growled. He even brought out his Taser to show he meant business. Doc glared the Celica down as he narrowed his blue eyes at her. "Just who are you anyway? Are you working for CHROME?"

The female car had ranted at Miles, and Doc was getting pissed off. "Your job is not to attack someone who was tried and convicted. If you do, consider yourself warned..." Doc discreetly flashed his tail lights to get Finn's attention. The spy would need to know about this. If he didn't get his attention the first time, he would have to do something else.

[Dusty Crophopper]

Miles and Finn - Tags: Doc, Shadow

Miles was about to answer when suddenly, he heard the loud rev of an engine, and he was practically accosted by what he only assumed was another agent. She appeared quite irate, and even threatened him. Agents? What agents? But Miles realized she must be referring to Rod and that's right! He'd almost forgotten, but there was that British spy that had been killed! Something Turbo? But threatening tended to only make him defensive, and he immediately fell into such a posture when she promised he'd feel their pain.

Doc moved to protect him, creating a standoff now, even as Finn got the signal (though Shadow's voice was enough to drag him over anyway). He revved his own engine, and charged over, moving beside Doc to cut his partner off. "That is enough, Agent Carlisle!" Finn snapped, narrowing his eyes. "Now both of you, calm down! Shadow, you are NOT torturing him! He is here because he has information relevant to this case, I already radioed you about that! I expected you to behave in a far more professional manner!" Yes Finn, please... muzzle your rabid car Miles didn't say aloud, but gave Shadow the slightest of smirks here.

"He's only here because he apparently saw something relevant to this case, and I will not have you terrorizing him! He's our prisoner, not a threat to this town! So please... do try and keep your cool." He drove closer to her now, eyes still narrowed. "Have you lost your mind?" he whispered. "What's gotten into you?"

Miles yawned here, and gave her a bored look. "I'd say something but... it probably wouldn't do any good. You know I was just having a friendly chat here with... I'm sorry I still don't think I've gotten your name." Miles said apologetically to Doc.

"You don't have to like him! I don't like him being here either, but unless you intend to defy direct orders, he's here free from harm. He's already hurt from an attack he suffered earlier... they've shot him up with pain meds though so that's why he's probably not showing it! Please try and get a hold of yourself!" Finn cautioned Shadow in heavy whispers.

"Sorry, you were asking me something?" Miles turned to Doc here. "My attack I think it was?" he repeated. "And something about Zundapp? Er... I recall... three or four black SUVs... Cadillacs I think... they were looking at me... like... like they knew me... and I could've sworn I saw one of them just now. I didn't uh... I don't recall them saying anything... they only started beating me. It was strange though... I saw no guards around... they're usually all over that section of the wall... and I thought they looked like inmates... but couldn't place them before... I didn't get very far I'm afraid before I... blacked out." he explained here. He suddenly winced, and felt pain throbbing his entire body. "Agh! Now then where did that come from?" he asked, all his old injuries from today suddenly starting to come to the fore. "Agh! Maybe that's why my head was fuzzy... the pain meds! But... there's something else there too... something... uggggh! Not... feeling great right now..." he said, slumping low as his wounds started throbbing. He was dented here and there, and one of his side windows had been replaced while he was asleep. He looked in a sorry state, that was for sure, like he'd just come out of a bar fight that had left him all the worse for wear.

Dusty - Tags: Spray, Shadow

"Uhhhh... wow..." Dusty said as Shadow stormed off and chewed out Miles Axlerod on the spot. "Uh... I'd better go and you know..." Dusty began inching up to Shadow slowly, pursing his lips as he thought about what to say. "You uh... you OK?" he asked her softly, but didn't approach too closely, as she was conversing with that light blue Aston Martin vehicle. He decided to just hang back until that was over... besides, he might not be supposed to be listening to them anyway, given they were agents and all.

[Alfor]

Rosalie Redwood | Tags: Doc, Miles, Shadow

The Mustang had noticed the bickering going on between three cars nearby, and weapons being pulled out. Great, just what we need... more violence. She thought sarcastically. "Hey, can y'all chill it for a while? We literally just got through a giant fight and I'm not in the mood to see cars shoot each other because they're in a p***y mood," Rosalie stated as she drove up to them, specifically looking at Shadow who came over and started yelling at the Rover and Hornet.

She instantly recognized Miles, many racers despised the car for what he did, but she didn't react much towards him. He was already tried and convicted, and was serving his punishment. Anyone attacking him would just be sent to jail too. "I don't think we need any arrests here either."

(sorry, had to bring in Rosalie somehow XD)

Sheriff | Tags: nobody

Sheriff had come with Lightning, quite surprisingly. Everyone else back at town was rather busy at the moment, and the police cars now working with him needed to learn how to do things on their own without him helping them all the d*** time anyway. He warily navigated his way through town to find the red racecar, having lost him during the fight that randomly broke out.

The old Mercury was in one of his grumpy moods. He just wanted to make sure the kid was safe, Doc would have his rear bumper if Lightning got hurt. Of course he had a soft spot for both of them... Doc was like a brother to him and Lighting like a nephew (since Doc treated him like his son)... he would probablynever admit it out loud though. They would think he had gone soft.

(and there we go with the "manly pride" bit thrown in there)

[ZAFTPrime]

Doc - Tags: Miles, Finn, Shadow

Doc sighed. He didn't want to reveal, but he figured he might as well. "The name's Doc Hudson. I was also known as the Fabulous Hudson Hornet when I was racing back in the 50's. Sorry for not saying my name earlier, but you know how things can get." Doc then withdrew his gun and Taser into stand-by mode. But as Miles began to explain about his attack, Doc noticed his posture change and realized his injuries from his attack were probably acting up. The Hornet cursed to himself as he realized he didn't have his tools or medical supplies on him at the moment. "Of all the times to leave my tools and supplies back home..." He growled before he began to look Miles over. "Hey! Stay with me, okay?!"

Looking around, Doc tried to see if there was any way he could get Miles fixed up. But he couldn't see anything that could be of use to him. Looking back at the Range Rover, Doc could see just how bad off he was. 'He looks pretty bad. How could he have survived that attack? I know I did because I am a racecar, but still...who wanted him dead?' Doc pursed his lips as he recalled what Miles had said about his attack. "Why were there no guards..." He muttered to himself. From what he knew, guards should have been everywhere.

A flash of black and white caught his attention and, looking back a ways, Doc swore he would freeze. There, of all cars, a ways off, was Sheriff! Why was the cruiser here?! Doc was very tempted to hide his real self with his projector again, but he realized Sheriff would recognize his plate and sighed. His friend would be pissed if he saw him alive right now...