The 2nd annual Wacky Race - RACE THREAD.

AIM: TARGET ACQUIRED

FIRE!

A hord of misssiles fire towards your support crew, I speed past into the lead leaving a trail of smoke screen.
 
"So it's war is it? I warn you, my air force is much larger than the immediate air support you have just destroyed. Jenkins, hook the Veloce car and send them a high voltage shock to stall their car."

"Right away, sir."
 
NO!

Lara sees a ramp up ahead, we speed up launch of the ramp and let the missiles hit us shielding our Air Support. the Aston due to it's nanotech/van clef arpels armour remains undamaged.

ZAP

(REEER, ZAMP)

Lara: Dammnit, our engine core is on 20%!, Winston get a hold of Richard Branson, we need his.
Winston: Certainly Lady Croft
Me: Team, swap in the zonda engine, we can't afford to lose.
 
"Jenkins, it seems we finally have a real threat to deal with. Call up the armoured escort."
A team of performance armoured military vehicles are arriving to escort my Rolls and help run you off the road.
 
A quick refuel and driver switchover and Team UAW is back in the race, running better than ever. Up ahead the sky flashes with what appears to be tracer fire and explosions.

Ington: What the..?
*Mactavish looks through the GM-issued binoculars* "Hmmm...It seems two teams ahead of us are having quite the firefight."
Ington: "Oh great. What exactly does our budget have to offer in terms of defense in case we get caught in their crossfire?"
Alicia: "Not much." Alicia reaches into the glovebox and pulls out a heavily customised G36C assault rifle. "except this."
Ington: "What the hell?! Who do you think you are, Spectre?"
 
Having "navigated" the the city by driving on sidewalks, and crossed the spilled yogurt, Scorched Earth is now coming up on a firefight their Pacer was never prepared for. Fortunately over a series switchbacks, the parachute, fitted by Q-branch, proves useful for gliding past unnoticed while Croft and von Smythe are preoccupied with eachother. Their current driver is unidentified by the media center at this time.
 
"That's a nice move, Veloce (sarcasm). Now I have shot past you and can focus on eliminating Scorched Earth who (as I can see on the television coverage) just passed us."
 
*the AMC makes a relatively safe landing*
Bubba: LOOKOUT!
Fernandez: What did you wake me for?
Lupin: *cutting the wheel hard* This!
*they serve off the road just before becoming grille damage*
 
The engine core's been repaired, (WHINING NOISE) engine's back to to 100%

In revenge we quickly speed past the Roller and Lara leans out of window and shoots the windscreen open before launching sticky grenades into the cabin of the rolls royce.

BOOM!

Lara: Is it new years again already.
 
Feraname is back from dinner. We are continuing our pace behind the Rolls.

We arm our anti tank missiles and armor piercing bullets to prepare to fight.
 
Luckily, like all limousines, the passenger compartment has a wall that raises up to divide it from the front of the vehicle. This one was solid.

"What is it with LeMans GTR and killing butlers? I'll have to bring in another one and get my windscreen replaced by a chopper."

Meanwhile, one of my armoured escorts speeds ahead with nitro and rams in to Veloce with enough force to cause major damage to the rear axel (the sort that nano-bots aren't too keen on fixing).

EDIT: Welcome back, Feraname. Let's get after destroying Veloce.
 
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I aim the anti tank missile as Ramsey is driving. I lock on Veloce's rear azle and fire.
"thwack"
The rear axle snapped completely. it appears to have also severely damaged the differential as well.
 
/How ironic... my real life is full of violence as well. A couple of drunkards are fighting outside of my condo <_<
 
BOOM! What was that?

ENGINE CORE: REAR 15%

Lara: If we don't divert power, the back end's going to snap in half
Me: Do it
Lara: (Diverts Power)

(Nanotechs now infused with Diamond scramble and fix the rear axle)

Lara: There we go

(Activate RACE MODE)

Our Aston speeds up, the immense speed causes to front end to light on fire, we use this to our advantage spin ahead, and stop, launching the fireball at nouseferaname we pull a 180 and keep going.
 
The police race up toward the--- oh, wait. That's my real life.

"Sounds like Veloce wants to play James Bond. Fine with me."

The Rolls pulls a 180 and speeds after the Aston at great speed (in reverse). Out of the boot raises a Gatling gun. Bullets spray out at Team Veloce, puncturing a tyre, breaking some windows, and clipping Angelina-- err, I mean Laura Croft.
 
"Slight fire at the back"
"Someone hit us"
"Take care of it"
"Got it" Extinguished the fire
"Make sure the engines are working"
"Hmm. One of them was turned off. I wonder what happens when I conne---"

The car flew forward as our third engine kicked in full force.

"Turn the anti tank guns to the back"
"On it"
Two anti tank missiles and one hellfire missile are fired. The front axle was hit and severely damaged. The engine hood flew off the Aston.
 
Meanwhile, the Team BlaRo Stutz slips by undetected, as much as a 20-foot long Malaise era kitschmobile with the twin impulse drive engines from the starship Enterprise can slip by anything. Both drivers relax in their 46-way massage seats lined in bottle-nosed whale lower intestinal tract lining (the softest material unbeknownst to the common peasant) and watching a Betamax tape of Delta Force on their state-of-the-art 13" TTL monochrome monitor, the most advanced technology of the time.

Maj. Scott McCoy: "Sleep tight, sucker."
 
@BlaRo: I'll hook you up with a colour television if you vaporise Team Veloce.
 
Bang! Plonk
(Smoke Streams Out)

Dammnit, switch to Diamond nanotechs
And just for that, I'm going to brand you

(The we nudge the fiesta and imprint A/X onto the doors.

darkshark0159 said:
The police race up toward the--- oh, wait. That's my real life.

"Sounds like Veloce wants to play James Bond. Fine with me."

The Rolls pulls a 180 and speeds after the Aston at great speed (in reverse). Out of the boot raises a Gatling gun. Bullets spray out at Team Veloce, puncturing a tyre, breaking some windows, and clipping Angelina-- err, I mean Laura Croft.
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Er yeah, wrong car there, I think you killed an aston test driver and his girlfriend.



@Blaro

He's just going to give you a CRT, I'll give you a Bang and Olufsen Beovision of your choice if you vapourise him.
 
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