[Sentai]

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!”