"Ah, haha. I uh, wasn't aware of the stipulation, but noted. I'll be sure to get you back under the radar just in case. I'm sure we would have been contacted by now if it were an issue. Anyways, you're a guest, not a prisoner, so I'm sure it's fine." Not really sure at all, but it was fine. Totally fine.
"Arriving. Are you loading out the Ravensteel?" Mac's Ghost asked, turning to look at the small group as the Warlock pulled his helmet on.
"You know it. Might not be as fancy as Declan's shiny bullshit, but the Ravensteel is fast as hell with a powerful rocket boost."
"Prone to exploding if boosted for too long, let's not forget." The Ghost made some small sound of irritation, Mac's mirrored helmet turning in his direction, a bird flipped shortly after.
"Man, shut up. It's the best for racing if you're not an idiot."
"Precisely."
"You hear this guy? He's got jokes," Mac grumbled, pacing towards the doorway leading to the cargo bay. "Come on guys, let's find you a good vantage point on the cliffs."
Mac walked off his ship and into crowds of people gathered all around, dozens of Guardians tuning Sparrows all around a big cleared fields. There were banners and bleachers, announcer booths in short towers, the smells of various foods, and the roar of engines. Distantly, energy weapons went off, and the occasional pop and boom of an exploding Sparrow could be heard.
They moved through the people until Mac pointed out a good spot and excused himself to head over to the lineups. He was talked to and inspected, then gestured along. Eventually it was his turn to race, and he waved up at Aoba before puttering into the pit.
The races were indeed extraordinarily dangerous, the track filled with various perils including hostile forces there simply to attack the Guardians while they were 'distracted'. Mac was in the top three time and again, winning number 1 more than once, proving himself not to be all talk. He boasted a lot, but it seemed he had good reason to. He was reckless, absolutely, but his wild stunts and complete lack of concern put him ahead of the game. He was a showman, too, and people cheered wildly when he came up on the big screen near the announcer tower, usually as a review of a particularly dangerous stunt.
It was a couple hours, but Mac eventually walked away the champion, and without any deaths. There were a lot of extremely close calls, particularly in regards to him setting his Sparrow on fire from taking hits, crashing on sharp turns, and overdoing it on the boosts, but he didn't die, and when he walked his Sparrow back over to Aoba, he was sweaty, scuffed, a little bloody, and smiling ear to ear.
"DID YOU SEE ME?!" the Warlock shouted excitedly, breath still heaving from hours of exertion. "WAS I NOT AWESOME!? I WAS AWESOME!"
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"Arriving. Are you loading out the Ravensteel?" Mac's Ghost asked, turning to look at the small group as the Warlock pulled his helmet on.
"You know it. Might not be as fancy as Declan's shiny bullshit, but the Ravensteel is fast as hell with a powerful rocket boost."
"Prone to exploding if boosted for too long, let's not forget." The Ghost made some small sound of irritation, Mac's mirrored helmet turning in his direction, a bird flipped shortly after.
"Man, shut up. It's the best for racing if you're not an idiot."
"Precisely."
"You hear this guy? He's got jokes," Mac grumbled, pacing towards the doorway leading to the cargo bay. "Come on guys, let's find you a good vantage point on the cliffs."
Mac walked off his ship and into crowds of people gathered all around, dozens of Guardians tuning Sparrows all around a big cleared fields. There were banners and bleachers, announcer booths in short towers, the smells of various foods, and the roar of engines. Distantly, energy weapons went off, and the occasional pop and boom of an exploding Sparrow could be heard.
They moved through the people until Mac pointed out a good spot and excused himself to head over to the lineups. He was talked to and inspected, then gestured along. Eventually it was his turn to race, and he waved up at Aoba before puttering into the pit.
The races were indeed extraordinarily dangerous, the track filled with various perils including hostile forces there simply to attack the Guardians while they were 'distracted'. Mac was in the top three time and again, winning number 1 more than once, proving himself not to be all talk. He boasted a lot, but it seemed he had good reason to. He was reckless, absolutely, but his wild stunts and complete lack of concern put him ahead of the game. He was a showman, too, and people cheered wildly when he came up on the big screen near the announcer tower, usually as a review of a particularly dangerous stunt.
It was a couple hours, but Mac eventually walked away the champion, and without any deaths. There were a lot of extremely close calls, particularly in regards to him setting his Sparrow on fire from taking hits, crashing on sharp turns, and overdoing it on the boosts, but he didn't die, and when he walked his Sparrow back over to Aoba, he was sweaty, scuffed, a little bloody, and smiling ear to ear.
"DID YOU SEE ME?!" the Warlock shouted excitedly, breath still heaving from hours of exertion. "WAS I NOT AWESOME!? I WAS AWESOME!"