Anastasia wriggled in her seat a little bit, her gloved fingers tightening in her grip upon the steering wheel, feeling a little heat inside of her suit even as the cooling system in her vehicle kicked in. She looked out onto the track, glancing upon the vehicles she'd be chasing. So many speed types, she noted, all built just for racing and little else. Funny, considering this competition would require something more than simple driving. Not in this case, of course, with weapons disallowed. This one was all about skill. And she knew she'd suffer for it. Her vehicle was not particularly fast, it was designed for transport across planetary bodies initially and that hadn't changed much even when she did her modifications. She was here to cross all terrain with her six wheels and hug the corners. That was how she'd make it through this initial stage.
She wasn't here to be popular, nor was she here to be especially liked. She was an outsider, someone foreign. Her vehicle alone stuck out like a sore thumb. She knew they'd be talking about their favorites like the masked fellow she chatted with, the man who was sniffing underwear and the girls who were showing more skin. She shouldn't have cared... but, a little part of her did. It was a little overbearing to come into a competition where you knew you were the dark horse, the one nobody will want to see again. That wasn't what she was here for... she was here for a higher calling. Even now, she couldn't help but glance up at the skies, thinking about it.
A view from space wasn't something you ever forgot. The sun rising over the curvature of the Earth, the clouds skating across that marvellous blue and green sphere she'd call home, able to see it all from the height of a god, in all its splendour. The stars sparkling and the crisp feeling of moon dust under your boot as you stepped down... that, was what she was racing for. To return to that wonderful view, to see it all at least one last time. To relieve that cosmic sense of tranquility and beauty... something she knew, was unique only to her in this competition. No-one else here could know that kind of vision, no-one could grasp what she had witnessed with her own two eyes. And she would see it all again. All she had to do, was outlast this competition.
The lights began to flicker, Anastasia felt her knuckles tighten even harder. Finally, they were bid to begin and she floored it right off the start, sending the Nova-5 rocketing forward as fast as it could go.
She watched the other cars rush past her, superior acceleration and superior speed. That was fine, she'd settle for near the back for the time being. She curved her car toward the right and hugged the wall closely, knowing their first turn wouldn't be too far off. Those with higher speed would need to slow down and swerve to take the turn, but with her six wheels and superior grip, this was where Anastasia could really grab some attention and show she was a serious contender. So for now, she settled, keeping her eyes peeled on the others in her pack. It wouldn't be long now.
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