"Pilots. So far, we have been recruiting six people weeks before the league starts." A man said. As he continued talking to the pilots in the building they were sitting on their chairs as he finished. Everyone got up and walked out. In the darken streets below the underworld the chilly winds blew Willow couldn't stop thinking about Scott. The AG Racing Commissioner told them that they have got to get there in time. Even it means the ships are docked in the garage underneath each racetrack.
The pilots couldn't catch a break however they are given time to practice using the ag racing ships for the entire day. The main IFC Corp building is at the city center of Cyberion. The AG Racing Commission building was there as well. She was standing there underneath the garage. Meanwhile on the other side of the city. They are mostly living in the cyberworld, in fact many people live through the city.
"If anyone eliminates in a combat race they will be eliminated." One spoke.
They have understood. In fact, they knew what to do. And that is taking part in races. As Willow went through the streets, she knew that there was another race somewhere on the globe. Another racetrack that is confirmed to be a time trial run set to Rapier is likely the fastest class they have raced on.
"Where are you going Willow?" he said. "Speed is dangerous you know." "Yeah. I know that." She spoke.
She continued walking towards the hovercar that was parked on the side of the road. She got on and started the engines as it hovered towards the skies. It speeds off smoothly. On the other side of the city an old man was standing there waiting. He is in a building somewhere in town.
The car hovers through the buildings before landing on the top of a building "All AG personal please exit the vehicle as it stops." The voice intercom said. "That's my cue." She spoke. The hovercar landed on the main building. This pilot is a legend he raced on the F3600 league Paul Jackson himself. "Willow." He spoke. "So glad you make it here. I take it that you piloted a ship before right." She nodded.
He put his hand on her. "Throughout many eons most people have achieved their destinies. Your friend raced through the Anti-Gravity Racing Championships league. He was older than I was raced in." He is likely in his sixties or seventies. Benard Jackson was also there as well.
He then spoke. "Hello there." "So, you're the one who raced on the AGRC league?" she said. "Uh huh." He even piloted FEISAR AGRC ships in all four classes as well. He then told her that pilots got to defy the laws of gravity if they ever win the league. One of them may become world champion of the season. She remembered hearing stories of drivers who may have become champions of racing and they were already legends.
He continued talking to her that this might be her chance to prove unworthy. With great power comes great responsibility. Ben would be watching her however this race will be harder than usual. Hours later the pilots are at another racetrack and the ships are in the garage.
The pilots are already climbed onto the ships they have strapped in and they are on the track the countdown starts at red then yellow before turning green as the engines of the ships flied off the starting line and onto the racetrack as the ships have obtained the weapons on each side of the craft then she knew that before the race have started. All ships have begun firing at each other damaging the track the spectators can watch in awe as one of the AG racing ships was hit by a missile and that is Auricom.
Soon after the race was done. All of the crewmen and the pilots have wrapped up for the entire day they checked if they see if there's any damage to the hovercrafts "The sport is dangerous haven't we learned from other motorsport races in the past years." A man said. The rest of the crewmen were agreed to him.
Meanwhile, Willow was using the hovercycle on the streets she found she knew these guys have been chasing her down on the sidewalk. "Later fellas." She spoke. She continued driving down the street when she saw that same man who was with her before the race.
"You know Belmondo tells me know about you. On an anti-gravity ship to become a pilot." Ben said. "If I ever going to become a pilot then I have to take part of the racing league." She spoke. She then went outside and looked up she knew she had to do something one day.
The F3600 FEISAR Mk. IV. has now upgraded to the F4000 FEISAR hybrid and its speed reaches to the maximum limits and other ships have also upgraded to the F4000 hybrid ships as well. The league has changed the ships have also changed as well.
At another racetrack the newly built ag hybrid ships are underneath the track below all pilots have climbed onto their seats all engines have been fired and ready to go. The ships are on the track and still in the same speed class all the lights on the starting line from red then yellow and then turning green as the ships blasted from the starting line as they zipped through the track once again the ships obtained the weapons on every section of the racetrack they began firing at each other damaging or destroying buildings as well as each of the ships.
Another race was through and all four of the teams championship standings are the same as usual the pilots have gotten out the cockpits of the ships they were already exiting the racetrack Willow climbed the hovercycle and sped off onto the streets.