PJ aka Ceric had been enjoying his time in the race. Nothing evil had really befallen him and he even got Lily Flyer in his cab before she died. Unfortuantely, with the ranks of racers thinning, it became harder and harder to get people to go for rides in his cab. And so, he had to concentrate more on the race and his hopes to win big so that he can shove the taxi job in his boss's face. He'll regret not giving me a bigger wage, thought PJ. PJ began thinking of all the ways he might humiliate his boss and didn't notice the situation unfolding before him. Several racers had been taking swipes at a rather large tree and finally one racer hit it with enough force that it began to topple. It fell on the raceway just ahead of PJ. He had no time to react and hit the tree head on. Somehow, PJ managed to survive. Ohh, he thought, my cab is ruined. There goes my job and racing career. He staggered out of the car, bloody and dazed. He started walking along the track in a daze. Then, he heard a rumble and saw the racers were coming back on another lap. Realizing he had to get out of the way, PJ ran with all his strength. He got off the track and started running into the woods. Leaning against a tree, he felt relieved that he still managed to survive. Then he noticed he had a hard time breathing. He tried loosening his collar but his hands seemed to swollen to grip it. That's when he realized his surroundings. Oak! I'm allergic to Oak trees, He realized. He started running but then realized he wasn't sure which direction he cam from. There seemed to be Oak everywhere. Be calm, be calm, just think fast, he told himself. But then he felt his feet bulging to get out of the shoes they were in and he completely lost it and started panicing. He ran one way and not seeing anything ahead, he turned and ran another. His legs began swelling up so much that he could hardly keep putting one leg ahead of the other and his run fast became baby steps. It was getting harder and harder to breath. He couldn't see anymore. His face had swelled so much as to cover his eyes which is an impressive feat. Just a few seconds later, his face had swelled so much that he was no longer able to breath out of his mouth or nose. He lay on the ground, his life flashing before me him. I guess this is how I will die. But he thought to soon, for at that moment, his body exploded unable to keep expanding. His last thoughts were Dang. I shouldn't have eaten that wafer-thin-mint before the race and Owwwwwwwww! Meanwhile, unconcerned with what had happened to PJ, the racers went to his locker and began sorting through his personal belongings. There they discovered a bunch of mints but also the evidence that PJ was the Spy of the MaxVelocity Mafia. To celebrate, everyone enjoyed a mint. It was good time for all until Mr. EAD asked for someone to bring him a bucket.
After the celebration, Roger Buster aka Athrun Zala went to a back alley to meet up with someone. Across the alley, a shodowy figure asked if Roger was still going to make his "delivery." Yes, assured Roger, everything was still hunky-dory. "Good," said the figure, "Remember, as long as I have these documents on you, you work for me." The two people parted ways. It wasn't an easy life for Roger. He was the last surviving member of The Legends Mafia. He was the recruiter but was being blackmailed and turned into a mole working against his mafia. And now he had been told to kill Samurai Goroh. He raced off to the one place Goroh could always be found, Red Canyon. But he wasn't there so he waited for him to arrive. After awhile Samurai Goroh aka Deguello came driving by. He pulled over to see why Roger had stopped. "What are you doing here?" Goroh demanded. "Not much. Just waiting for you to come by. I have a message for you. Gundam doesn't suck!" yelled Roger, taking out a blaster and aiming it at Goroh. "Wait!" Goroh cried, "Don't shoot! I'm on your side." "No you're not. I happen to know ,Goroh, that you are the mafia Propagandist of the MaxVelocity Mafia," retorted Roger. "Well, yes. I admit that I am part of the mafia but I'm not helping them anymore. I'm a mole working against the MaxVelocity Mafia," admitted Goroh. "How can I be sure?" asked Roger, "I heard the person blackmailing you was killed by MaxVelocity." "Well, that's true but...Look out! There they are," cried Goroh. Roger turned around but it was a ruse as Goroh quickly leaped into his racer and took off. "Gundam sucks," he yelled. You are so going down, thought Roger and got in his racer after Goroh. Along the canyon they raced, Roger trying to overtake Goroh. Soon heavy boulders started rolling down the canyon, pushed by members of Goroh's gang in an attempt to protect their leader and stop Roger. But it was a dumb plan because one fell in front of Samurai Goroh and he crashed into it. Roger stopped beside him and got out. Samurai Goroh was lying on the road by his racer. He was badly injured and near death. Roger stood over him. "For the last time, Gundam doesn't suck. Your driving sucks but not Gundam," he said. At that moment, a panal fell off the side of Goroh's vehicle revealing a bomb attached to the inside. It was a timebomb that had been put in Goroh's vehicle by James McCloud. Appearently, that was his way of repaying the man who tried to corrupt him. Goroh laughed at the sight. His voice raspy, Goroh yelled, "It goes on Judah, I mean Roger. It goes on. Gundam..." He never got to finish as the timebomb went off, agitated from the collision. For all we know, Goroh's last words were Gundam Wing rocks. We'll never know. (Unless he wants to get testy and post in the Scrapheap thread but now I'm breaking the foruth wall or something).
When the blackamiler of the Legends Mafia heard what had happened, he disgustedly threw away the info he had on Roger. What a useless role, he thought. Meanwhile, MaxVelocity was excited to hear the news. Now they could operate more freely and begin pushing around more racers, knowing they wouldn't have to worry about a rival mafia learnig their identities. Best of all, they didn't have to worry about a mole in their midst with both the mole and blackmailer dead. But the party soon ended.
Mr. EAD aka Pale was an android. He was racing to complete the final testing phase for his IQ and AI programming. His advance knowledge allowed him to pick up on information around him, apply it and deduce the identities of other racers. This knowlegde was stored in his brain like a library, as though he was the Librarian of this library. Thanks to this, Mr. EAD had been able to warn other racers of people he had figured out were mafia members. One such person he told was Super Arrow, who later turned out to have taken matters into his own hands and killed these mafia members. This information greatly appealed to MaxVelocity and they tried over and over to try to recruit Mr.EAD. But he refused until he learned about the death of the Deathborn and the blackmailer of the MaxVelocity Mafia. Maybe they do have something going here after all, he reasoned. And so, Mr.EAD was successfully recruited by the MaxVelocity Mafia.. It had been a tough blow to lose PJ but getting rid of the mole in their midst made the day a bit better. And so, Mr. EAD was sitting in a repair garage, eating some pasta in a celebratory mode. At that moment, the Killer walked into the garage and came up to Mr. EAD. "Oh, it'sa you. I'va gotta 'nother hit for you," said Mr. EAD. "I have one also," said the Killer, "You." Shocked Mr. EAD jumped out of his racer just as a sword came down where he had been sitting. "You'lla never catch me," yelled Mr. EAD. He then began leaping away making a boinging sound. Well see about that, thought the killer. He ran after Mr. EAD, shooting fireballs at him with a flamethrower. But Mr. EAD pressed his star belt buckle which turned on his heat shield. He began dancing to the music that played from the belt buckle. "Woohoo! See you next time," he yelled and began running again. The killer chased after him some more. Mr. EAD came upon a hammer. He grabbed and began swinging it at the Killer. "So long, King Bowser," he yelled. "What does that mean?" asked the killer confused. Ducking from another swing of the hammer, the Killer happened to notice an axe behind Mr. EAD. Mr. EAD jumped in the air swinging his hammer at the Killer. But while he was in the air, the Killer took the opportunity and ran under Mr. EAD and grabbed the axe he had seen. With that axe, he cut a chain that was tied up nearby. The chain was holding up Mr. EAD'S racer while it was being reparied. It fell down on Mr. EAD, smashing him. "Hey. Youa very good," stuttered Mr. EAD, "Thank you so much for ta playin' my game, I mean, killing me." And with that, the robot Mr. EAD was terminated. "The EAD organization should have delayed releasing you instead of rushing you out like they did," said the Killer to the smashed robot. With that he left.
Although many planets were turning hostile to the F-Zero race, one in particualar was happy to have them. It was the next stop on the race circuits, Casino Palace. "People are having a great time here on the race," said the head of Casino Palace. "Instead of betting on who will win, people are betting on who will die or who will survive. Business is booming like never before with this race. We even have a bet on whether the race will get shutdown or not." And so for the first time in awhile, the racers enjoyed a warm welcome to a circuit. And even if many of them didn't care for the new betting arrangements, they were glad at the success they were having at rooting out the mafia racers. Looking around, they were surprised to see that there were only 11 racers left. Even though it was disheartening to know that so many racers had died, it did add to the feeling to many that they were entering the home stretch. Soon, they would find out if it had been worth the sacrifices. Zooming off from the finish line, the racers once again prepared to gamble on who else was mafia.
The Lane Corporation
Lab HeadQuarters.
"You get all that?" asked the head.
"Yes sir. But don't you think we should act on what we have? Hundreds of planets are changing from this event. Even here in headquarters, different parts belong to different realities."
"I realize that but we can't go until we have all the facts. There's still two mafia members we need to learn the identities of, not to mention a killer who has been on the loose. We must have that knowledge! Just keep the task force ready!" ordered the head.
"They're ready at anytime. Just say the word."
"They'll have it as soon as I have the final facts I need. Why can't this robot speed up anymore?" asked the head.
"It's a long story?" guessed a lab worker.
Topic: Mafio - GX: Day 8. Casino Palace. (Read 8892 times)
