Molly had a nasty shock when she woke up. Despite her best efforts, it got to her.
You'd think after ruling Oban for almost fifty thousand years in addition to all her other adventures she wouldn't be so easily shocked, but it wasn't so.
She- wasn't. Evan Wei was the only child of Maya and Don Wei. Except for the significantly easier time he'd had in getting to wear the boys uniform, and a differently coloured music player, they were pretty much the same. Which should have made things easier but really didn't.
She could have at least been taller dammit. He. Gaah!
Two months later, he decided to let Princess Aikka win the grand prize. He didn't ask Jordan out, but she didn't take it too personally, having decided that any boy named 'Molls' was bound to be a bit weird.
He swore to himself to never reference this loop ever again. Still, it was interesting to see how some things just didn't change.
She took it back. Nothing was sacred in the resets- Nothing! Molly, Star Racer was now… Molly the Gunner. Jordan was nowhere to be found.
And as to their pilot…
"Hey gunner girl." A lanky teen grinned. His hair was shorter, pulled into a tight ponytail. He didn't have his tattoos. And his clothes were significantly less stylish than usual.
But if the voice hadn't given him away, the sunglasses would have. Their pilot was a young, insecure and cocky Rick Thunderbolt. The estranged protégé of Don Wei, now Earth's only hope in the Race after their first pilot had been killed by Groor after winning their first race.
She raised her hand in a lazy salute. "Hey Rick. What do you want?"
"Now there Molly." He feigned disapproval. "You shouldn't assume the worst of people. I could just be wanting to spend time with my favourite gunner girl after all."
"But you don't. You want me to cover for you." Molly guessed, grinning at him as he flushed a bright red. "Date with the Princess, Lover Boy?"
It would never get old, seeing that blush on someone she'd once thought unflappable. Especially as he talked himself into a corner with a nervous laugh.
"You've gone to go over the track again if anyone asks me." Molly promised, sending a light kick at their pilots legs. "Now get gone before I change my mind."
Rick took off like a shot from their cannons. If the relationship between their pilot and the Nourasian Princess wasn't so surreal, it'd be funny.