Just a Short Distance Away...
Nothing could be heard except for the roar of the engine, intense
music blaring from the speakers, and his own, adrenaline-fueled breathing inside the helmet.
"Right prop is off-sync with the left after hard turns," Jackson Howard noted into the small microphone in the helmet as he curved the Zen R3-08 sharply, feeling the right side wane a little bit and kicking up a wall of dust in his wake. "Probably the drive shaft. If not, we need to tighten the connections to the power source a little more."
"Yes, sir." came the response from one of his employees, who were monitoring the trials from Howard Station high above.
The bike had been stripped down to the bare essentials and brought into Nepleslian Airbike Circuit regulations. Then, it was given the proper Havok touch. Once Akemi sent in his designs for the paintjob and uniforms, she would be ready. In the mean time, Jax had taken the bike down planetside for much-needed stress-testing. His favorite part. He always rode fast given the chance, but it was rare he had a whole dessert to
really let loose.
Also, he'd heard that Jack Pine was holding some sort of event out here. Uso had advised him to meet the head of Section 6, so, you know, this outing actually worked out pretty well. Aligning himself on a course for the presentation area, Jax hit the throttle and braced himself. Carefully eyeing the RPMs as the bike rocketed forward, he felt just a
slight loss of power as he neared 2300 RPMs, and cursed.
"Also, it's doing that thing again!" he snarled in frustration.
Still hadn't found the cause! They'd tried some basic fixes after the last run, but as he'd just figured out, it hadn't done shit!
"Seriously?! We took apart the ENTIRE gearbox!"
"Yeah- I know- Look! Just, uh, take five or something. If you get Nekoburger, I want a double with a chocolate shake. I gotta go." he sighed and shut off the link, coming in to view of Jack and his crew, pushing 200 mph and leaving a trail of dust behind him. He slowed up so that he wouldn't shower them with sand, eventually coming to a stop.
Shutting off the engine, the catboy swung a leg over the chassis and began walking towards them. He was dressed in full racing leathers and body armor that were the color of the sky. Jax pulled off his helmet and raked his fingers through his hair. He gave a small wave and called out:
"Heya! How's it going?"