know Symm, I saw you watching me," informed Deluxe.
the Hive. And it got you all hot."
"What?" commented Tracer.
THERE WILL COME A NEW AGE. A NEW AGE OF PURITY AND STRENGTH,"
continued Gabriel to all those in attendance. "I
WILL USHER IN THIS NEW AGE. THOSE OF MY TRIBE WHO ARE WARY OF MY
CONVICTIONS SHALL SEE THE THREAT I POSE TO THE SCUM WE HAVE LIVED ALONGSIDE
FOR TOO LONG....."
when exactly did you create a vaccine for the Chocolate Virus?"
the Play. Right after you and Tracer left. I went down on Venus
and it just happened."
you know it would work?"
no, but I had to take the chance."
"Like father like son," commented
Tracer. "Yer both fucked."
Poking her clutch, Tracer
revved the speeder's engine. Foul violet rings emanated from its
belly, mixing a corrosive cinnamon exhaust with the River's icy cold breeze.
The machine begged to charge forward, but continued to obey Tracer's subtle
you're ready," informed the speeder.
BROTHERS AND SISTERS. IT IS TIME TO FORGET THE PAST. IT IS
TIME TO MOVE ON TO THE GLORIES OF THE FUTURE. I DECLARE MYSELF D'VER
CITY'S NEW RULER, AND SHALL PROVE MYSELF BY DEFEATING THE VERMIN TRACER.
SHE AND THOSE OF HER INFERIOR KIND SHALL BE CLEANSED FROM THIS LAND."
know Symm," continued Deluxe slyly. "I've
got some personal tapes at home. I could lend them to you when you're
fuck off you perv."
you remember if there were cameras in the Hive?"
MOTHER WAS WEAK. SHE ALLOWED THE RODENTS TO MULTIPLY AGAINST HER.
SHE ALLOWED THEM TO STEAL OUR TECHNOLOGIES AND LIVELIHOODS...."
I'm just glad he did it," replied Alchemy. "Otherwise
I would have been an addict for life. The minute Venus came in and
told me what had happened, I couldn't believe it. I had to sick him
on the Queen Host herself."
sailor, what made you think he could subvert the Queen?" asked Deluxe.
Venus gave me the details I knew he could. The funny thing now hahahaha,
is that he's gotta bed the others to free them as well.... starting with
Trifle I hope."
"NOOOOOO WAAAAAAY!!!!" blasted
just not fair," grumbled Deluxe jealously.
that's all I need."
ONCE I HAVE ELIMINATED TRACER, WE SHALL ALL ATTACK HER FATHER AND REDUCE
THE GUILD TO THE GARBAGE THEY TRULY ARE. THESE ARE WORDS OF WAR MY
COUSINS. THESE ARE WORDS THAT WILL GO DOWN IN HISTORY!"
"What the fuck is this guy
says he's gonna beat you and lead the city to some glory of his own designs,"
Tracer shook her head.
"HEY ASSHOLE! YOU GONNA FIGHT OR YOU GONNA RUN THAT FUCKEN MOUTH
OF YOURS ALL DAY? NO ONE BELIEVES THIS SHIT YER SPEWING. I'M
GONNA REVERT YOU TO CARBON MOTHERFUCKER, SO LET'S SAY YOU REV UP THAT SHITBOX
YER PREACHING FROM AND GET THIS OVER WITH!"
Gabriel starred out towards
the previously quiet crew.
look at 'im. What a fucken clown," mocked Deluxe. "HEY
PUNK! How's bout you just walk back on home, before we make a fucken
EXAMPLE outta YOU!"
Gabriel's face flushed in
anger. Revving the engine loudly, he blew sand into the air.
"You are dead vermin!"
Tracer sped forward.
Her plan was to attack hard and not let up. No fun and games.
The crowd roared like a lion as the two intersected.
Seconds before impact Tracer's
speeder strobed and bewildered Gabriel's. Trying to regain control
his machine went wild and veered wide. The crowd applauded.
Tracer arced right and began circling for another rush at her opponent.
Her speeder sheered forward gaining an incredible momentum.
Still fooling with the controls,
Gabriel panicked. The machine skipped and jumped forward and backward,
pounding the sandy beach around him. Standing his ground, he fired
a barrage of shells in Tracer's direction. Even with the sandstorm
around him, his aim was true.
Tracer spun her machine,
easily deflecting each round into the grains below, but losing her attack's
"Fucken little shit," she
cursed under her breath. Calling for weaponry, three mini cannons
revealed themselves from their alloy compartments. Twirling and whining,
they took aim. As the speeder released its own volley, Gabriel regained
control and sped away.
Tracer's shells however followed
closely behind, gaining inch by atmospheric inch. Changing his course,
Gabriel sped out over the River's calm waves, inciting a turbulent wake.
Hoping to lose some of the bullets, he swerved towards last week's motor
boat wreckage. Diving downwards, he plunged his machine deep into
the shimmering water, losing the majority of the shells as they pelted
the junkboat. The remainder of the bullets failed to keep up in the
Tracer watched as Gabriel
surfaced. He wasn't a very good rider. A seasoned fighter would
have met the bullets head on without running from them. Or maybe
he had another plan? Tracer flipped the clutch and belted forwards,
maintaining her preference for the sandy shore. Speeding beneath
the overpass' silver bridgework revealed an assembly of media crews apparently
filming the event. They must have just arrived.
Affected by the sudden realization
that millions could be watching, she slowed her speeder to a halt and turned
to watch Gabriel collecting himself. Battling before even the largest
live crowd never bothered her, but for some reason the presence of cameras
was unnerving her. This was being recorded. Her father was
probably watching it somewhere. Maybe Halogen had notified him.
Maybe he noticed the yellow feathers fixed in her hair.
Charging forward onto the
River, she pushed the thoughts from her mind. Take down Gabriel.
He was an error. Correct the error.
"Get ready to take control,"
she informed the speeder.
Adjusting positions, the
opponents rushed eachother at incredible speeds on an almost suicidal collision
course. Two optically guided missiles dislodged from Gabriel's machine,
hovering menacingly at each side. Blasting forward they fixated on
Tracer, billowing smoke from their tails. Tracer stood calm, maintaining
At the instant of contact,
her speeder's mini-cannon's assaulted the missiles with countermeasures.
Audiosonic frequency generators overloaded the fallout and protected her
from the concussive debris. As Gabriel's own mini cannons unsheathed
to deliver a secondary assault, Tracer trustingly released her grip on
her vehicle's controls. His mini cannon's shells tore open the left
side of Tracer's speeder as she herself unloaded a hellfire inferno from
her yearning fists. Gabriel screamed in agony as he fell backwards
off his flaming bike and into the cold water.
systems still functional. Repair systems damaged. Target defence
systems reconfiguring. Target down."
Grinding her teeth and blocking
the pain in her now wounded leg, she spun back towards the cameras.
Summoning her feathers, they sailed to her palms, igniting on contact.
They dove into the murky water, disappearing from sight.
As she reached the media
crew she revved down. Rings shuttered outwards as the speeder blew
exhaust down into the water. Motioning for the cameras, the surprised
crew quickly took this honoured opportunity to capture Tracer's comments.
Hovering down from the bridge they met her at water level.
you have anything to say?" asked the jittery reporter.
Tracer remained calm, fingering
the controls on her speeder. The speeder descended slightly into
the water. "You shouldn't be filming this. You're endangering
The reporter turned to his
friends and laughed. "Sometimes the risks are
worth the rewards."
Gabriel's position once again, Tracer revved the engine and jumped forward.
"You'll be getting some comments from Gabriel now. I guarantee it,"
she finished with a smile and sped for shore.
Tracer lowered her bike into
the sand and propped her injured leg onto the seat. Pulling some
archaic medical supplies from the first aid kit, she pumped a local aesthetic
into her leg. Returning the syringe, she removed a wad of material
and wound her leg tightly.
"I'll rewire yer repair programs
in a bit kiddo."
problem," replied the speeder. "Damage
"So what was it like living
in the Palace."
"Betcha they had a lot of
nice toys huh?"
"Yeah, well when this is
all over, we'll see about getting you modified. How's that sound?"
Tracer laughed and watched
onward, knowing her little media trick would buy some time, if not change
the entire course of the joust entirely. She knew Gabriel wouldn't
resist gloating and preaching to the cameras. That kind of weakness
was going to cost him.
Gabriel sped up to the crew
in seconds, eager to promote himself. Setting the speeder in standby,
he took Tracer's former position before the cameras.
"Kiss it goodbye," smirked
Tracer. A second later, plumes of water burst upward as the feathers
gutted the speeder's hull. Having switched his bike's defences forward
to compensate for the hellfire's damage, he weakened that of the vehicle's
underbelly. Burrowing their way to the speeder's core, it finally
exploded, sending both the reporter and Gabriel reeling.
The reporter was dead.
Gabriel had suffered multiple lacerations, but his thousand medical drones
were already working on the mechanical damage. Kicking her speeder
into high gear, she belted out across the water, tunnelling straight towards
him. Her mini cannons glared at their downed opponent as she spun
the machine alongside Gabriel. His protective magnetic field woozily
appeared around him. Tracer opened fire, assaulting the defence mechanism.
Within seconds the three gun barrage had diminished the barrier and exposed
the cybernetic cripple inside.
The lemon feathers returned,
whirling protectively around her. She grabbed Gabriel's bobbing body
and dragged him towards the junkboat wreckage, prepared for a possible
attack. Heaving him onto the twisted metal, Gabriel withdrew his
revolver. Aiming at her injured leg, the feathers attacked both weapon
know you still haven't won," he spat from his wounded face.
"You still don't know why the Artifact overloaded.
"It doesn't matter anymore,
cuz yer dead."
Extending her arm, hellfire
blazed from her fists. The putrid smell itself blasted Gabriel and
he cringed. He closed his eyes in defeat. Firing a steady stream,
she unleashed the program on the drones, killing all but one. Reaching
back she released an small blade from its shoulder sheath. Fastening
the weapon to the back of her wrist she secured its lethal position.
"Look in the mirror."
Repeatedly stabbing the weapon
into his head, she cracked through his skullcap and destroyed the cortex
inside. Consumed by fire, the exposed wound billowed sparks.
The magnesium bursts induced a violent light show.
No more errors.