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04-11-2013, 01:01 PM | #1 |
Sentai of the Ages
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Location: Pennsylvania
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FURIOUS SENTAI DRIFT
RACE 01: GRAB THE VICTORY! “Tighter! Pull it in tighter!” Throwing the Walkie down into the passenger seat, Akira swung his car around. Through the chorus of screeching tires echoing all around him down that once quiet mountain road. Watching as his team, the Infamous D3, all followed his moves exactly. Akira driving his blazing Red Honda S2000, with Zyuranger decals adorning the hood and down the sides. Tetsuo was next in his Green Mitsubishi Evo Rally, his decked with decals from Shinkenger. Following him around the corner came Shotaro in his Dekaranger PAT Striker decorated Subaru Impreza WRX STI in the proper Blue. Coming around now was Megumi, drifting around the corner her tuned Black Nissan 300z. Her vinyl wrapped around her car displayed Gosei Knight with the Goseiger symbol blazing on the hood. The cars all fought for grip along the gravel lining the sides of the road as they whipped around to a stop near the summit. “Yo! How were that time?!” Shotaro slipped out of the window of his Impreza, giving his matted bushy hair a ruffle after freeing it from inside his helmet. He was by far the youngest of them. Only seventeen, but he made up for it by being good. Not that Akira would tell him that. “We were slow around turn seven.” Came the even, almost always emotionless, voice of Tetsuo. Somewhere in his twenties he never showed much. Casually just tossing his driving gloves into his helmet, and tossing both into his Evo’s passenger seat. “Doesn’t matter anyway, we need a fifth driver. Rules say Five.” Akira was their fearless leader. Brash, but that didn’t stop him from slapping Shotaro upside his head. “HEY!” Akira just gripped his racing suit by the neck, and gave a single shake. “You took a stupid chance around turn five! Yea, you made the drift, but you damn near sent Tetsuo off the damn road! We’re a team, Shotaro!” That was when Megumi chimed in. Slipping out of her 300z, unzipping her suit to midchest, she brushed her fingertips through her waist length black hair. While using the other to hold Akira’s shoulder. “Come on, Aki. You aren’t angry at him, you’re angry because we need another driver. I think I found someone though... She should be along any minute.” They could all hear the whine of supercharged muscle running the mountain. The squeal of tires protesting, the screech of them trying to find grip that just wasn’t there. And then they saw it. A Nissan GTR painted brilliant pink. Decked out with Gokai Pink along the sides and roof, with the Gokai Crossbones adorning the hood. And they all watched as the vehicle slid to a stop beside them. Only inches from where Akira was standing. Oh, Megumi just grinned as the new driver casually slid out of the window of her car. Wearing a suit matching theirs, but trimmed pink. “Everyone, this is Usagi. She’s a friend of mine.” Usagi just waved, and moved to stand beside her apparent friend. Arms folded neatly against her chest. “Usagi, eh? I don’t know...” Leaning himself over, Tetsuo showed him the time on the official tracker GPS. “You’re in!” Everyone else sped off into the night. While Megumi leaned against her car, arms folded and grinned towards ‘Usagi’. “I think we fooled him. I told you, you could break the time.” ‘Usagi’ gave a giggle, pulling off her helmet to free her long blonde locks from inside. “Thanks to you, Sempai. Think he suspects?” Megumi just chuckled. “Rei, please. He was so impressed with your time I don’t think it even occurred to him to ask you to take the helmet off.” Rei. Akira’s girlfriend, and now member of D3. The sun was setting behind the members of D3, while they all sized up the competition. Looked like every major Drifting Team from across Japan had showed up. Not that it surprised Akira much. The prize was a legit contract with Hitsugaya Corp as their official Drifting Team, plus enough money to live off of forever. “Remember: Timing is Everything. No stupid chances. We work together, we win together.” With that said the members of D3 mounted their rides. Firing up their tuned supercharged engines, readying themselves for a day they wouldn’t forget... Midway through the Time Trial and everything had come together. Each D3 was rounding the corners with precision, in perfect unison, like some great choreographed dance. But then something weird came over the official race channel. “We lost them! They were rounding turn twelve, and we just lost them! Repeat, don’t approach Turn Two....” Akira blinked, giving his stereo a smack. “Boss? We’re approaching twelve, what do we do?!” Akira grunted, and gripped the Walkie beside him. “Keep pushing! If there was something there we’d have heard an official, not Gotou!” Just a trick. Just Drift Club pulling a trick to throw everyone off... That was what he thought until he rounded Turn Twelve. “WHAT THE F.....” Growling, Akira pulled furiously at the wheel. Sending his Honda into an uncontrolled spin, only stopped with the car slammed passenger side first into the mountainside. His vision blurred off an on.. He could see his friends. Each one crashing as he had, while the thing that made them crash just watched on. It looked like.. a robotic skeleton. How hard had he bumped his head... But then his eyes widened. Usagi.. No, Rei! Her helmet cracked, falling off her.. and it was Rei! He had to get free, he had to help her. Frantic he began pulling on his seatbelt, fighting to free himself.. “Rei.. NO!” Akira’s Honda erupted into flames, sending chunks of metal and melting glass hurtling in random directions. The Robot never even flinched. Just continued squeezing the life out of Rei.. Until from within the flames a single shot ran out skyward. The pressure wave erupting from inside the inferno causing the flames to die around him into small embers. Emerging from the smoke came a new Sentai. His suit blazing red with a single white bordered stripe running diagonal along his chest, his wrists and ankles adorned with radial tire motifs. His buckle held a generator surrounded by another tire. And his helmet, modeled after something in Motocross of the Future. “That’s my Girl you’re manhandling, Jackass.” Raising his right hand he held his new Pistol tight. The barrel and stock matched his Honda S2000, right down to the Zyuranger motifs. “Drift!” All four tires around his wrists and ankles began to spin as both hands now held the weapon, keeping careful and steady aim. Gathering energy the weapon unleashed it’s most powerful blast, ripping straight through the arm of the Robot holding his Girl! Good.. The hand let go when it she dropped like he hoped. Now for this Jackass. Akira was already running, spinning the top of his Gun around until it was straight with the grip and extended the blade out almost two full feet. “Terminator Wanna-Be!” The sword came down.. and clanged right off the Robot’s chest. “... Oh you have got to be kidding me, damn it!” One firm backhand and Akira went flying off into the wreckage of his once beautiful car. Okay.. He could admit that hurt. Felt like he knocked some teeth loose too. “You never did have patience.” Toshiro scolded him while offering him a hand up. “.. You to?” When Akira stood, he saw the entire team had gotten the same uniform. Each in the color of the machine they had been driving. Even Rei.. Megumi was helping her stand, and with her free hand ripped the chord in her buckle turning her into Drift Sentai Pink! That made him grin. .. Right, mind on business. Think about her butt later. “Alright, we do this like the Race! We attack in unison, in formation.” Everyone nodded and Akira laid a thankful hand on Toshiro’s shoulder as he passed. “Hey asshole! You wrecked our cars, you choked my Girlfriend, and you ripped off my favorite movie. That’s three strikes. Everyone.. Ready! Drift!” Each new Sentai charged their weapons and unleashed their power on the strange Robot Skeleton! Reeling back, the Mech stumbled closer and closer to the cliff’s edge with each blast beating against his alloy body. “FINAL DRIFT!” Red’s body became engulfed in flames, his gun once more becoming a sword as he skidded at incredible speed towards the Robot.. Until at the last moment time stopped, his sword slashing through him, sending the exploding machine tumbling down the mountain to his ‘death’. “.. Always did like Go-Onger.” The Scene played again and again within the darkened office. The man sitting within the large leather chair watching with cold and calculated detachment. “Machine One failed.” The young woman beside him only smiled. Wearing a typical business suit with skirt, as she adjusted her glasses with one long finger. “Hai, Master. But not without relying the needed data. Thanks to his Failure, the perfect Robotic Racer has been completed. And the first delivery to Police Departments all over the Nation are being completed on schedule. We, of course, kept an upgraded version for our own uses. We have dubbed him.. Drift Knight. With your permission we can send him after these Sentai.. Test them, and in turn test Him.” The Man in the Chair only smiled, and reached for his darling daughter’s hand. Giving the back a gentle kiss. “Proceed, my Daughter. But do not Kill Them... Not Yet.” |
04-11-2013, 08:36 PM | #2 |
Sentai of the Ages
Join Date: Jan 2012
Location: Pennsylvania
Posts: 16,715
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FURIOUS SENTAI DRIFT!
RACE 02: SLASH, DRIFT KING! D3 Headquarters. Well, the abandoned warehouse near the Yokohama Docks they called their Headquarters. Large enough to house, what was left of, their vehicles with enough room left over for living space. Their cars were wrecked. Tetsuo was doing the best he could, but he wasn't a miracle worker. What wasn't helping was Akira pacing back and forth upstairs, waiting for Rei to wake up, and gripping his Buckle so tight his hands were turning an almost neon white. And every noise Tetsuo was making downstairs was echoing inside his head to the point he couldn't take it anymore! Storming down the stairs, ripping off his buckle, Akira slammed it down against his ruined Beauty's engine.. DRIFT... RED ZERO! Without fail everyone stopped what they were doing, Akira and Tetsuo slowly backing up, watching in amazement as his S2000 slowly repaired itself.. Becoming better than before. More mechanized almost and beefier. With an R Zero blazed across the side, and the same Zyuranger Vinyl he always had on her. "... Guys?" DRIFT... GREEN ONE! DRIFT... BLUE TWO! DRIFT... BLACK THREE! DRIFT... PINK FOUR! COME... DRIFT HAULER! Akira was about to see how Rei was fairing.. But after each of their cars took on the same beefier, more mechanized look, the doors of their Warehouse HQ opened behind them. Revealing the final piece. The massive Semi-Truck known as Drift Hauler. Shaped like some Car Carrier of the future, with their symbol blazed across the grill. ".. Anyone for a drive?" No one remembered exactly why they stopped constructing this old highway. Money dried up, lost interest, Godzilla. All the members of D3 knew was that it made an excellent speed run course. Least, that's what they used it for. Each new Machine screamed around the first corner. Burning rubber, with twin tails of white smoke billowing up behind each Racer was they took the turn in perfect unison. "You alright, Rei?" Along the straight which seemed to stretch on forever, Akira pulled along side Rei's Pink Machine. Matching her speed perfectly. "I'm good.. Sorry about letting that jerk grab me." Akira just grinned. "Forget it. Gave me the chance to be the hero, right?" "....Boss, you may have that chance again. Look ahead." Squealing beside one another the Racers each stepped from their Machines. Who was this guy? He looked like a Racer. Same suit as their Sentai suits, but at each joint was mechanized. Robotic. And the long tube going from his neck into his right arm sure as hell wasn’t normal. “Gun.” Raising his arm the entire length of it opened, transforming into a giant triple barreled plasma cannon. “Boss...?” Akira stepped forward. Pulling out his buckle he slapped it down, forming the belt around his waist. “Don’t know what you are, don’t know where you came from, and I don’t care much why you’re aiming a gun at us. What I do know is you wrecked my car.. Between a couple of guys? That’s downright personal. But hurting my girl? Boy.. you just opened something you can’t close again. DRIFT ON, ZERO!” DRIFT ON, ONE! DRIFT ON, TWO! DRIFT ON, THREE! DRIFT ON, FOUR! Breaking into a run, each Sentai pulled their weapons. Each one modeled after their new Drift Machines. Tetsuo switched his weapon into Sword, breaking right with Rei opening fire with Gun. Shotaro and Megumi broke left firing in unison with their own Gun. Leaving Akira straight up the middle with Sword... Right up until the moment the Machine Racer opened fire on all of them with one sweeping arch of his arm, sending each Sentai rolling back along the pavement. “... Okay.. That hurt.. I can admit that..” Pushing himself up to stand he made sure his team was alright. Helping each other up, like a Team should. “Open to suggestions, Guys.” “One.” "DRIFT!" "DRIFT!" Blue and Black both began their assault. Skidding back and forth as the sounds of engines followed, both Sentai letting the blades of their Sword skip against the ground.. But attacking The Robotic Racer wasn't their goal. They sent dust and debris into the air around him, surrounding and blinding him. They were distraction.. "DRIFT!" "DRIFT!" "FINAL DRIFT!" From behind the Robot both Pink and Green slashed at the joints of his knees. Cutting through the soft spots behind each and sending the powerful mech down onto his knees.. For Red to finish. Leaping into the sky, using the speed of his Drift he brought the blade down with both hands straight into the faceplate of this Robotic Drifter. Right between where his eyes should be. Both feet pressed to his chest, and every ranger leapt back along with Akira.. Watching, and waiting... "... There was no explosion. There's usually an explosion right?!" Within the darkened office of her Father, the strange young woman merely pressed a single button upon her tablet. And continued to watch the feed coming live with that Lost Highway battle.. Acknowledged... Each of the Sentai watched on. Almost dumbfounded. Watching as wires and metal tubes shot from the open wounds of this Mech Drifter. Grasping Beams, Concrete, whatever wasn’t nailed down around him. And only the Sword of the Sentai around him stopped him from stealing parts of their Drift Machines. “.. Aki-San.. Is he growing?!” Akira could only nod. He had grown.. He was damn near tall as Tokyo Tower! But that was when Akira turned towards his Machine. “... Everyone in your Machine, now!” They all ran for their Drift Machines, thinking they were going to make a break for it.. But Akira had better ideas. “I think for this to work we have to be like we are during a Comp. Work together, look out for each other. .. So here goes nothing!” SHIFT UP, DRIFT ZERO! SHIFT UP, DRIFT ONE! SHIFT UP, DRIFT TWO! SHIFT UP, DRIFT THREE! SHIFT UP, DRIFT FOUR! Each Drift Sentai placed their buckle into the dashboard of their Machine and held on tight! COMBINATION CONFIRMED! GATTAI ROBO DRIFT KING! Each Machine split open, changing and transforming while the Sentai inside watched on! Pink and Black both formed the lower legs as their Machines moved into position, while Blue and Green bent and folded in to become forearms of the Mighty Robo. Leaving Red’s Zero to fold in half. Exposing the human faced Gattai Head. But the transformation wasn’t finished! DRIFT HAULER COMBINE! From beneath them they watched as their Car Hauler split into pieces! Becoming fists which snapped onto Green and Blue’s Machines, becoming Feet for Pink and Black to rest into. Becoming the waist and upper legs. Snapping in to become the stomach, shoulders, and upper arms! While the Trailer latched onto the back of Red, becoming four great wings spread behind the mammoth Gattai Robo. Leaving only the helmet, matching the one worn by Each Sentai, but with the faceplate missing. GATTAI ROBO DRIFT KING! From within the chest of King every Sentai stood on a platform, with a banner holding their number beneath them, and matching their respective color. On either side they held onto what looked like Gear Shifts. With pedals laid out on the platform they stood on. “I believe we each control our respective Machine. With Akira giving Master commands.” “Makes sense. Alright, Aki. You’re the Boss.” Akira rolled his neck, gave that smartassed grin, and jumped down on his gas pedal! “GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO!” |
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