“We appear to be on fire,” Quintus dead panned, his eyes flickering briefly to the spreading grease fire in the rear of the truck.

“I’m always on fire baby!” Molly whopped, as she careened through traffic at suicidal speed, the food truck began to lose manueverabilty as it converted the power of its big engines to momentum but if t his bothered the pilot she showed no sign of it. Molly’s eyes were wide and bright as she flicked switches and pulled ancient breakers to dump power from the powerful refrigerators into the engine. A civilian air bike swerved desperate and struck them a glancing blow, sending it careening through the glass window of a store that sold small xenos pets with a crash of shattering ceramic and the deafening caws of a hundred species of upset aliens. The truck fishtailed slightly toppling a huge stack of folded food cartons into the greasefire. Moments later the all but runaway truck was trailing a fluttering stream of burning papers, each with a holographic dragon fluttering spastically.


“I advise…” Quintus began as Molly whipped through an intersection, barely avoiding a dozen lethal collisions and smashing a neon sign for exotic dancers into glowing shards of light.


“All full ahead and damn the torpedos!” Molly screamed, cackling with insane glee the truck, engine screaming on override, struck the side of Cho-Tyrek’s bike with a crash of rending metal and plastec.


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Molly ignores the grease fire and rams the hover bike.

6,2 for a critical success. I have potency on a speed related roll and I can mitigate negative effects from piloting.

Id also like to trigger my exp condition of meeting a challenge with speed or flair. 

https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/28566
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