Chapter Six: Race to the Finish
The Hitacto Stadium was packed; no seat was empty, in anticipation for the galaxy's greatest race. The Grand Prix was being held today. Fans eagerly waited for the race to begin. The track was prepared. The course wound around a huge obstacle course of jumps, loops, and an occasional speed boost pad. The loud speaker began to blare out, "Ladies and Gentlemen from across the galaxy welcome to the thirty-fifth annual Grand Prix. The best drivers are here tonight including the raining racing champ, Captain Falcon." The crowd cheered with excitement. "We will begin shortly."
In the pit, racers were able to make last minute preparations or just relax and get a cold drink before the race. Most of the racers rested on the many couches around the pit. Few were working on their cars. News' crews were entering the pit to cover live footage of the race. "This is Valexon for Channel 38, covering your racing needs and live footage of the Grand Prix. We're here live in the pit where racers prepare for the race that's about to begin. The best racers in the galaxy have shown up today for a chance to be in the Grand Prix and a shot at the fifty million dollar cash prize," Camera lenses pointed at the entry cars. They seemed to stop on one car in particular. It was a large, blue car. On each of the wings the number seven was placed in white. "And this is the Blue Falcon, the speeder that has the power to accelerate up to the speed of sound," The camera began to tilt down toward the bottom of the car where a pair of legs stuck out. "And here's the pilot of the Blue Falcon, Captain Falcon." Captain Falcon rolled out from underneath the Blue Falcon. He got to his feet and gave the camera the peace symbol. The Jumbo monitor in the stadium was showing this live and the crowd cheered when their favorite pilot took his stance. "Captain Falcon, I see you are making last minute preparations for the race, are you worried about today's competition?"
Captain Falcon broke off from his stance and made his remark, "Naturally only the best pilots in the galaxy are here today, but I am one of those pilots. Keeping calm allows me to concentrate on my piloting; keeping my cool so I can keep on punching the speed." Captain Falcon began to quickly punch the air.
The news reporter began to speak again, "As most of your loyal fans seem to know you are also a renown fighter, with superior fighting skills. Does this help your flying in anyway?"
"Actually it does. It takes a lot of concentration to fight. You have to find your strengths, release your speed, and be alert at your surroundings," said Captain Falcon, speaking words of wisdom that were some of his first.
"Well thank you for your time. This is going to be a great race folks, that's for sure. For Channel 38, I'm Valexon."
Ten minutes have passed and the cars were making their way to the starting line. The speaker were blasting announcements, "Thank you for waiting. Get ready for the greatest race in the galaxy. The Grand Prix is underway. Pilots, starting positions." Cars slowly drove to the staring line. Traffic lights were glowing red. Red. Yellow. Yellow. Green! The cars went whizzing past the audience beginning the first leg of the race. Cameras place around the course allowed viewers to watch the racers at different leg's of the race. Captain Falcon, currently in fourth place, was gaining speed and fast. The first obstacle was a little cliff jump. As long as you were at a decent speed, you made the jump. All the cars successfully cleared the jump and rounded a corner to the right. Car number 9 was in front of the Blue Falcon, cutting him off from passing. They neared the next obstacle, which was a long path of sharp turns with no guardrails. Captain Falcon looked at the course ahead and gave a happy smirk. As they made the first turn, some cars had fallen off the track. By the end on the winding road, only seven cars remained from the original thirteen entries. Then began a long stretch of road. Falcon hit the accelerator with full force to gain as much speed as he could. The fifth place car had found a hidden speed boost and caught up with Captain Falcon. The road began to curve upward as the third leg of the race began. A series of loops wound their way for over three miles. After the loops, third place spun out of control and hit the side of the track. The driver came out safe, but extremely dizzy. Falcon made his way to third place, right on the heels of second place. Now the last stretch of obstacles came closer. Falcon sped with full force. The jumps here are extremely wide and one mistake will cost a driver the race. All the cars had made the jumps, some luckier than others. The cars made a turn to the left as they began lap number two.
The end of the race was drawing near, as they were about to complete lap number fifty. Captain Falcon was in first place and nearing the last leg of the race. But out of nowhere, car number 11 whizzed by Falcon and took the lead. They began the large jumps. Nearing the last jump, Captain Falcon went full speed pulling up on the steering wheel. He took the last jump into the air. He made his decent toward the track right on top of car 11. Captain Falcon reclaimed the lead and made the left turn for the finish line. A string of cars followed behind him. At the finish line, a vortex began to appear. Captain Falcon didn't notice; he didn't want to lose concentration. He crossed the finish line into another dimension. The cars behind him slammed the breaks, causing a rather large pile-up near the finish. Two oversized hands entered through the portal. The one on the left twitched a little. The audience stared in fear at the two floating hands. The one on the right spoke to the one on the left, "What was that?" The one on the left responded, "I'm not sure, but we better go back and find out." The two hands went back into the vortex, closing up right behind them.
{The hands seem to have pretty good luck, but will it run out in chapter seven?}
The Hitacto Stadium was packed; no seat was empty, in anticipation for the galaxy's greatest race. The Grand Prix was being held today. Fans eagerly waited for the race to begin. The track was prepared. The course wound around a huge obstacle course of jumps, loops, and an occasional speed boost pad. The loud speaker began to blare out, "Ladies and Gentlemen from across the galaxy welcome to the thirty-fifth annual Grand Prix. The best drivers are here tonight including the raining racing champ, Captain Falcon." The crowd cheered with excitement. "We will begin shortly."
In the pit, racers were able to make last minute preparations or just relax and get a cold drink before the race. Most of the racers rested on the many couches around the pit. Few were working on their cars. News' crews were entering the pit to cover live footage of the race. "This is Valexon for Channel 38, covering your racing needs and live footage of the Grand Prix. We're here live in the pit where racers prepare for the race that's about to begin. The best racers in the galaxy have shown up today for a chance to be in the Grand Prix and a shot at the fifty million dollar cash prize," Camera lenses pointed at the entry cars. They seemed to stop on one car in particular. It was a large, blue car. On each of the wings the number seven was placed in white. "And this is the Blue Falcon, the speeder that has the power to accelerate up to the speed of sound," The camera began to tilt down toward the bottom of the car where a pair of legs stuck out. "And here's the pilot of the Blue Falcon, Captain Falcon." Captain Falcon rolled out from underneath the Blue Falcon. He got to his feet and gave the camera the peace symbol. The Jumbo monitor in the stadium was showing this live and the crowd cheered when their favorite pilot took his stance. "Captain Falcon, I see you are making last minute preparations for the race, are you worried about today's competition?"
Captain Falcon broke off from his stance and made his remark, "Naturally only the best pilots in the galaxy are here today, but I am one of those pilots. Keeping calm allows me to concentrate on my piloting; keeping my cool so I can keep on punching the speed." Captain Falcon began to quickly punch the air.
The news reporter began to speak again, "As most of your loyal fans seem to know you are also a renown fighter, with superior fighting skills. Does this help your flying in anyway?"
"Actually it does. It takes a lot of concentration to fight. You have to find your strengths, release your speed, and be alert at your surroundings," said Captain Falcon, speaking words of wisdom that were some of his first.
"Well thank you for your time. This is going to be a great race folks, that's for sure. For Channel 38, I'm Valexon."
Ten minutes have passed and the cars were making their way to the starting line. The speaker were blasting announcements, "Thank you for waiting. Get ready for the greatest race in the galaxy. The Grand Prix is underway. Pilots, starting positions." Cars slowly drove to the staring line. Traffic lights were glowing red. Red. Yellow. Yellow. Green! The cars went whizzing past the audience beginning the first leg of the race. Cameras place around the course allowed viewers to watch the racers at different leg's of the race. Captain Falcon, currently in fourth place, was gaining speed and fast. The first obstacle was a little cliff jump. As long as you were at a decent speed, you made the jump. All the cars successfully cleared the jump and rounded a corner to the right. Car number 9 was in front of the Blue Falcon, cutting him off from passing. They neared the next obstacle, which was a long path of sharp turns with no guardrails. Captain Falcon looked at the course ahead and gave a happy smirk. As they made the first turn, some cars had fallen off the track. By the end on the winding road, only seven cars remained from the original thirteen entries. Then began a long stretch of road. Falcon hit the accelerator with full force to gain as much speed as he could. The fifth place car had found a hidden speed boost and caught up with Captain Falcon. The road began to curve upward as the third leg of the race began. A series of loops wound their way for over three miles. After the loops, third place spun out of control and hit the side of the track. The driver came out safe, but extremely dizzy. Falcon made his way to third place, right on the heels of second place. Now the last stretch of obstacles came closer. Falcon sped with full force. The jumps here are extremely wide and one mistake will cost a driver the race. All the cars had made the jumps, some luckier than others. The cars made a turn to the left as they began lap number two.
The end of the race was drawing near, as they were about to complete lap number fifty. Captain Falcon was in first place and nearing the last leg of the race. But out of nowhere, car number 11 whizzed by Falcon and took the lead. They began the large jumps. Nearing the last jump, Captain Falcon went full speed pulling up on the steering wheel. He took the last jump into the air. He made his decent toward the track right on top of car 11. Captain Falcon reclaimed the lead and made the left turn for the finish line. A string of cars followed behind him. At the finish line, a vortex began to appear. Captain Falcon didn't notice; he didn't want to lose concentration. He crossed the finish line into another dimension. The cars behind him slammed the breaks, causing a rather large pile-up near the finish. Two oversized hands entered through the portal. The one on the left twitched a little. The audience stared in fear at the two floating hands. The one on the right spoke to the one on the left, "What was that?" The one on the left responded, "I'm not sure, but we better go back and find out." The two hands went back into the vortex, closing up right behind them.
{The hands seem to have pretty good luck, but will it run out in chapter seven?}