[HG-PBEM] Tearing down the Track [Fixed]
- From: "Dennis D. Kirkpatrick" <dkirkpat@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- To: <apaworks@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Tue, 6 May 2003 09:34:31 -0600 (MDT)
[Dennis: OK, this will be tricky, but I think we can salvage the
situation. I've reassembled all the texts for us use. Where you see [...],
feel free to input more character interaction if you want. Assume that
everyone makes there thresholds on sections (4) and (5), so just write on
through those. If you have any questions about anything, speak up. Here we
go again. ^_^]
Lemanz moved over into position behind Jory's gear as the Southern
pilot trimmed the machine's stance in order to get lower. "Right behind
you," she radioed. "And where does the point blocker run? Out front?
This old Sidewinder doesn't have the power to stay out in front of
those lighter gears...."
"You and I can go over the finer points of blocking after the first lap,"
Jory answered Juliette. She then lowered her voice. "Best to follow the
old, you know who for you know what for right now."
"Jory, you aren't whispering about me, are you?" Silas burst. "I'm not
that old."
Jory just giggled. "Can't a young wman flirt with you a bit, Silas?"
Silas just grumbled something unintelligible.
Shamus had settled into a fixed pace, going fast, but not all-out. He
ignored the antics of his fellow racers and concentrated on getting the
feel of the course, making a mental note of details that hadn't been
covered in the briefing. He also kept a close and critical eye on the
performance of his Gear. He still felt slighted at being stuck with an
Iguana rather than his preferred Paxton Pitbull, but he was determined
to eke the most performance out of his Gear, even if his equipment
WAS sub-standard.
Keavy spun her Cheetah into a lazy circle to bleed off some of her
speed. She did this for a few turns while the rest of the team caught up
to her position. "Okay, Keavy." She said aloud to herself. "Remember
that you're with a team now. Just like the old days. You can't do the
lone wolf thing here."
"Okay Team." She then said over the comm. "I guess the name of the
game is Follow the Cheetah." Despite Silas' earlier admonitions and
Keavy having to slow down for the rest of the team, her enthusiasm at
being on the track had not diminished, it was just temporarily put
aside. None of her other teammates could see the big grin on her face.
"Now let's throttle up and burn some asphalt." The Cheetah leapt
forward again.
Keavy having voluntarily given up her head start on the other racers,
Shamus easily caught up and overtook her Cheetah, accelerating for
the banked turn.
Towards the rear of the pack, Juliette lined up for the banked turn as
well. Her heart pounded as the rest of the course loomed ahead. These
other sport pilots had all done this sort of thing before, but while
Juliette was a master at the controls of her machine, she'd never even
//attempted// to go through a cockscrew at full speed before. She kept her
eyes on Shamus, watching his gear carefully as he started up the ramp.
[...]
Having passed through the banked turn with ease, Shamus now faced the half
pipe of track with randomly distributed pillars.
[...Moving into section (4), everyone rewrite]
[...corkscrew maneuver (5), everyone rewrite, then we can continue with
the text below.]
Shamus came on over the radio. "OK, blockers, this is where I'll need your
help the most. The speed I can pick up on these straightaways is too good
to pass up, so I'm going to bypass the pylons for the most part and stick
to the flanks. My back is going to be wide open."
Hoping that in the real race most of the pack would be far enough behind
him to still be worrying about the corkscrew instead of taking pot-shots
at his Racing Iguana's V-engine and fuel tanks, he accelerated, ducking
low and weaving erratically at the same time.
"Roger, on it," Juliette answered, kicking her own machine into high gear as
she sliced across the track, weaving and tucking expertly around the massive
ferrocrete walls. High speed piloting in tight urban areas was something the
woman had extensive experience with from her time in Saragossa, so while
she'd never dealt with exactly these kinds of obstacles before, they
presented no trouble to her at all.
[...]
Moving into position behind Shamus' Iguana, Lemanz leapt her gear a short
distance into the air, spun 180 degrees and slammed the transmission into
neutral. Her tires chirped when she came down, and a split second later the
machine was in reverse gear, moving at top speed. Tearing along backwards,
Juliette kept watch on where she was going while simultaneously scanning the
track she'd already covered with her targeting computer.
[...]
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Dennis D. Kirkpatrick
dkirkpat@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
http://www.bluething.org
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