Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20140319031609/@comment-24296957-20140321001640

Amet's workbench was laid out in a neat order. The four-cylinder engine taken apart and cleaned, transmission gears carefully selected. He frowned. There was pitting in the intake and exhaust valves, as well as the piston head - premature detonation. He'd been tuning Requiem for quite some time now. Lightweight frame and body, vented rotors, dense multi-core radiator, and a custom series-turbo set. His dream was the 500. And Requiem was the key to it.

He had just finished replacing the distributor and rotor when his scroll sounded over the boombox blasting music. He wiped off his hands, thumbed the message, and gasped.

"The 500? Holy shit.  I've been waiting for this.  Twelve sharp, eh?" Amet looked at the clock. He had time to finish mounting his custom launchers, check valves, and finish plumbing the lines for his 'extra' power. These were for extra protection, of course. Just in case some rouge rider decided to get a wild hair across their ass. Amet smiled. He had been waiting for this day quite some time.

Amet finished putting Requiem back together, pressed the ignition switch, and heard the bikes engines roar to life. Flicking the control holopanel, he checked each weapon - operational. Amet smiled as he pulled out of the garage. Requiem's deep purple paint gleamed with a red/gold sheen in the morning sun.

Now it had come - the Shepherd of Fire riding into town. He gunned it into Vale.