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7/7/2025, 12:17:09 PM
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>You only have to spend a few minutes leaning up against the wall outside of Spitfire's office before the door opens and she walks out in her suit.
>"Alright Anon, shouldn't you go off and get your baby?"
>Spitfire was always okay with you using your pack, she was even the one to defend it when it was asked by the Wonderbolt's management.
>"If we let Soarin' and his big freaky wings in, then we should at least let this guy and his doodad have a chance." she had said.
"Yeah, better strap in, see you out there?"
>Spitfire smirks. "All your gonna be seeing of me is my toned butt during that race, Anon. I ought to charge you."
>Spitfire winks and walks past you and heads to the upper deck while you lead down to the lower decks where you keep your gear.
>You open your locker and lay eyes on it.
>It was a small pack weighing in at about fifteen pounds with two pointed cylinders making up most of the body, charred black exhaust vents at the bottom and a small fuel gauge in the center were the only other notable features.
>You slip it onto your back and secure all the harnesses the techs said you needed. You slip on your controller gloves after that and flex your hands for a test.
>Although you can't see it, you can hear the vents shifting around behind you in response to your commands.
>Satisfied, you grab your goggles and head out.
>You had a race to win.
>You only have to spend a few minutes leaning up against the wall outside of Spitfire's office before the door opens and she walks out in her suit.
>"Alright Anon, shouldn't you go off and get your baby?"
>Spitfire was always okay with you using your pack, she was even the one to defend it when it was asked by the Wonderbolt's management.
>"If we let Soarin' and his big freaky wings in, then we should at least let this guy and his doodad have a chance." she had said.
"Yeah, better strap in, see you out there?"
>Spitfire smirks. "All your gonna be seeing of me is my toned butt during that race, Anon. I ought to charge you."
>Spitfire winks and walks past you and heads to the upper deck while you lead down to the lower decks where you keep your gear.
>You open your locker and lay eyes on it.
>It was a small pack weighing in at about fifteen pounds with two pointed cylinders making up most of the body, charred black exhaust vents at the bottom and a small fuel gauge in the center were the only other notable features.
>You slip it onto your back and secure all the harnesses the techs said you needed. You slip on your controller gloves after that and flex your hands for a test.
>Although you can't see it, you can hear the vents shifting around behind you in response to your commands.
>Satisfied, you grab your goggles and head out.
>You had a race to win.
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