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Shadow Racers chapter 0.1
Finally Home!
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August 8, 2015
“Ugh, how did we wind up with a rustbox Taurus?”
That was the first thing out of Dagurasu’s mouth on this sweltering August day. He was riding shotgun in a 1998 Ford Taurus SHO, which had definitely seen better days. In the driver’s seat is his mechanic and friend, Jacob “Steel” Wiseman, and in the back is Dag’s little sister Aria. The three of them were heading to their new house and team complex in a quiet town in suburban Massachusetts, and all of them were looking forward to it.
But as of right now, Dag has a more pressing concern. It was getting too hot in the Taurus and the air conditioner had long been dead. He goes to press the window control, and it disappears into the empty space in the door with an audible ‘SNAP’.
Dag: “...” You have to be kidding me…
Steel glances over and then back to the road, as they take a left turn towards the Shovel Store. This old building had once housed a mighty shovel company that even supplied military trench shovels during the second World War. Now it was just an abandoned building that the town was preserving. They were able to get it for a reasonable price, and have spent the last six months repairing and setting up the complex and living quarters. Yet…
Dag: “Steel, do you really think you can get this thing race-ready?”
Steel glances over again.
Steel: “Boss, please tell me you’re kidding. If I can turn a mangled mess into a Ferrari BB, I sure as hell can turn this into a simple racer.”
Dag flinches when he heard Steel utter “Ferrari BB”. How could he forget? He drove a 1976 Ferrari 512 BB in Japan over the past eight years, and his skill combined with the demonic nature of the car solidified his role as the king of the Wangan. He was known as the “Wangan Devil” for most of his time there.
But, being the fastest wasn’t his goal. It was a means to his real objective: Stopping the illegal street racing. Not quite how it sounds, however. He intends to allow it to keep occurring, but in a legal and safe fashion with emergency staff supervising the racing. In short, Dag wants to turn these illegal runs into completely valid races, and a new sort of motorsport.
Why is he doing this? An illegal, unsanctioned race between his father - in the 512 BB - and a member of an old team called Hajime Racers in ‘92 ended in a 180 M.P.H. crash that ended his father. He had just 18 years old and was left to raise himself and his 8 year old sister.
They arrived at the Shovel Store. It was a large stone building with architecture reminiscent of the late 1800s. It had two stories - the lower level would be the garage (fitting 40 cars max) and the upper level is the living quarters. As Dag got out of the Taurus to unlock the door, the rear suspension snapped and the back of the car dropped onto the concrete with a loud smash.
Dag shoots Steel a strange look and then enters.
It was quite cool inside, and it was vast. Dag takes a deep breath.
Dag: “Alright. This Devil is finally home!”
About 2:30 PM, August 22
Dag: “Jeezus, Steel. Just two weeks ago, this thing was a piece of crap.”
In front of him was a red, shiny 1998 Taurus SHO with a set of blue wheels. Next to it is Steel, using a power drill to screw on the front wheel on the driver’s side.
Steel: “I toldja, boss. In a few days, it’ll be ready to go 180.”
Dag chuckles and leaves through the front door. "The boss sure can be annoying sometimes, since he’s always so serious." Steel thinks to himself. He wonders if it has to do with Dag being 41…
His phone buzzes. How did anyone find this num-oh, an e-mail.
E-mail:
RE: SR Membership
Hey Steel,
I heard you and your team moved to the U.S., and I was thinking about moving there. Let me know if we can still go ahead with the membership thing, and I’ll get moving as soon as I can.
Regards,
- D
Oh, right. That kid from before...The name escapes Steel at the moment, but he remembers that kid’s incredible skill. He replies, informing the kid that everything is all set to go. Someone taps him on the shoulder, making him jump in alarm.
Dag: “Steel, the Ferrari’s outside on the truck. And apparently, so are all of Aria’s new cars. Go get ‘em off now and fix them up when you finish with this Taurus. I’ve got to manage funding with Aria, and you know how she gets if I ignore her.”
He leaves again, this time heading upstairs. Boss has a point, he has to keep Aria occupied so she doesn’t get mad.
Steel puts down his wrench and opens the garage door, then peeks out to see what’s on the truck.
Steel: “W-WHAT THE HELL?!”
In front of the BB were six cars, all in various conditions. A Toyota Celica, a Toyota Supra, a Mazda RX7 FC, an Acura NSX, a Nissan R35 GT-R and a Datsun 280Z. There’s a theme here...Steel just hasn’t figured it out yet.
He brought the cars in and set them all up in their corners. Compared to these machines, the Taurus looked like a bloated turd. That didn’t matter to Steel. He resumed work on the car.
Three hours later
Steel: “Done and...done.” That wasn’t an easy engine re-work, I guess.
Steel closes the hood of the Taurus and then starts it up. It roars into life with what can only be described as a vicious growl erupting from the exhaust. It brings a smile to Steel’s face, hearing a car take in its second chance at life by his hand.
All the lights shut down in the garage and the security system beeps twice. Time to call it a day…
Bzzt. New e-mail?
RE: SR Membership
Don’t tell your boss. I’ll be bringing my car over if I can. See you guys in a few weeks.
-D
Er...That might not work out well if he has a newer JDM car. The U.S. is awfully picky about imported cars. Well, they’ll make it work. Steel stretches and then locks up the garage and cars and goes to bed. Tomorrow is another day for him.
9:00 AM, August 23
Dag is still having issues with jet lag. This particular morning, he’s not waking up at all. Aria is standing in the doorway with a sheet of paper. “Stupid Aniki...He forgot he had to go get his and Steel’s cars today.” Aria mutters to herself. She enters his room and sets his Atomic Bomb alarm clock to 9:15. Hopefully it works. She places the list of cars on the nightstand, next to the alarm clock, and then gives Dag a quick kiss on the cheek.
“Silly Aniki. He never gets it right.” Aria thinks, as she closes the door behind her. Steel isn’t here today. Did he go to pick up that ugly truck of his? “Ugh, that thing is awful.” is the first thing that crosses her mind when she sees pick-ups. Aria is all JDM, and it showed in her car selection. She wanders along her section of the garage to look at her cars. The GT-R, painted white, is one of the best affordable supercars on the market with the bonus of daily driver practicality. That’s exactly why she chose it - she needed a grocery getter that’d murder exotics. Now, what did she want to do with it…? She looks over at the rest of her cars, all lined up and ready to go. She’d decide on that later, as she has to go manage their funding.
$98,456,192,350.76. That’s how much they have as of today. How do they have such a massive bank account? Simple. Takenouti, Aria and Dag’s father, was a very skilled gambler who knew exactly what kind of bet to make and how to make it go in his favor. He was able to successfully win money off of yakuza and street gangs, and kept their respect for him in spite of it.
Aria jots down the number and then gets the prices and costs of the cars Dag and Steel were supposed to get. She sighs and then spends the next half-hour ordering the cars and parts. By this time, the alarm clock has gone off several times and Dag still hasn’t woken up.
She heads down to his room and throws him into the hallway.
Aria: “WAKE UP, ANIKI! YOU HAVE ERRANDS TO RUN.” Stupid Aniki...
Dag: “O-o-o-ow…Fine, I’m getting up…”
As soon as he stands up, Aria grabs the paper on his nightstand and gives it to him. “Go get these cars and parts for me, Aniki.” she tells him before sending him off and heading back to her room.
Now that both men are away, she can relax. She fires up her Playstation 3 and spends the day playing Gran Turismo 6 and Need for Speed ProStreet.
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Note: Welcome to the Shadow Racers world! A few notes here.
1: This story takes place in the same world as the Hajime Racers story.
2: This story may or may not get dark at times.
3: Changes have been made to the region that the story is set in to accommodate the lack of American courses in GT6.
-Ob
Finally Home!
-------------------------------------
August 8, 2015
“Ugh, how did we wind up with a rustbox Taurus?”
That was the first thing out of Dagurasu’s mouth on this sweltering August day. He was riding shotgun in a 1998 Ford Taurus SHO, which had definitely seen better days. In the driver’s seat is his mechanic and friend, Jacob “Steel” Wiseman, and in the back is Dag’s little sister Aria. The three of them were heading to their new house and team complex in a quiet town in suburban Massachusetts, and all of them were looking forward to it.
But as of right now, Dag has a more pressing concern. It was getting too hot in the Taurus and the air conditioner had long been dead. He goes to press the window control, and it disappears into the empty space in the door with an audible ‘SNAP’.
Dag: “...” You have to be kidding me…
Steel glances over and then back to the road, as they take a left turn towards the Shovel Store. This old building had once housed a mighty shovel company that even supplied military trench shovels during the second World War. Now it was just an abandoned building that the town was preserving. They were able to get it for a reasonable price, and have spent the last six months repairing and setting up the complex and living quarters. Yet…
Dag: “Steel, do you really think you can get this thing race-ready?”
Steel glances over again.
Steel: “Boss, please tell me you’re kidding. If I can turn a mangled mess into a Ferrari BB, I sure as hell can turn this into a simple racer.”
Dag flinches when he heard Steel utter “Ferrari BB”. How could he forget? He drove a 1976 Ferrari 512 BB in Japan over the past eight years, and his skill combined with the demonic nature of the car solidified his role as the king of the Wangan. He was known as the “Wangan Devil” for most of his time there.
But, being the fastest wasn’t his goal. It was a means to his real objective: Stopping the illegal street racing. Not quite how it sounds, however. He intends to allow it to keep occurring, but in a legal and safe fashion with emergency staff supervising the racing. In short, Dag wants to turn these illegal runs into completely valid races, and a new sort of motorsport.
Why is he doing this? An illegal, unsanctioned race between his father - in the 512 BB - and a member of an old team called Hajime Racers in ‘92 ended in a 180 M.P.H. crash that ended his father. He had just 18 years old and was left to raise himself and his 8 year old sister.
They arrived at the Shovel Store. It was a large stone building with architecture reminiscent of the late 1800s. It had two stories - the lower level would be the garage (fitting 40 cars max) and the upper level is the living quarters. As Dag got out of the Taurus to unlock the door, the rear suspension snapped and the back of the car dropped onto the concrete with a loud smash.
Dag shoots Steel a strange look and then enters.
It was quite cool inside, and it was vast. Dag takes a deep breath.
Dag: “Alright. This Devil is finally home!”
About 2:30 PM, August 22
Dag: “Jeezus, Steel. Just two weeks ago, this thing was a piece of crap.”
In front of him was a red, shiny 1998 Taurus SHO with a set of blue wheels. Next to it is Steel, using a power drill to screw on the front wheel on the driver’s side.
Steel: “I toldja, boss. In a few days, it’ll be ready to go 180.”
Dag chuckles and leaves through the front door. "The boss sure can be annoying sometimes, since he’s always so serious." Steel thinks to himself. He wonders if it has to do with Dag being 41…
His phone buzzes. How did anyone find this num-oh, an e-mail.
E-mail:
RE: SR Membership
Hey Steel,
I heard you and your team moved to the U.S., and I was thinking about moving there. Let me know if we can still go ahead with the membership thing, and I’ll get moving as soon as I can.
Regards,
- D
Oh, right. That kid from before...The name escapes Steel at the moment, but he remembers that kid’s incredible skill. He replies, informing the kid that everything is all set to go. Someone taps him on the shoulder, making him jump in alarm.
Dag: “Steel, the Ferrari’s outside on the truck. And apparently, so are all of Aria’s new cars. Go get ‘em off now and fix them up when you finish with this Taurus. I’ve got to manage funding with Aria, and you know how she gets if I ignore her.”
He leaves again, this time heading upstairs. Boss has a point, he has to keep Aria occupied so she doesn’t get mad.
Steel puts down his wrench and opens the garage door, then peeks out to see what’s on the truck.
Steel: “W-WHAT THE HELL?!”
In front of the BB were six cars, all in various conditions. A Toyota Celica, a Toyota Supra, a Mazda RX7 FC, an Acura NSX, a Nissan R35 GT-R and a Datsun 280Z. There’s a theme here...Steel just hasn’t figured it out yet.
He brought the cars in and set them all up in their corners. Compared to these machines, the Taurus looked like a bloated turd. That didn’t matter to Steel. He resumed work on the car.
Three hours later
Steel: “Done and...done.” That wasn’t an easy engine re-work, I guess.
Steel closes the hood of the Taurus and then starts it up. It roars into life with what can only be described as a vicious growl erupting from the exhaust. It brings a smile to Steel’s face, hearing a car take in its second chance at life by his hand.
All the lights shut down in the garage and the security system beeps twice. Time to call it a day…
Bzzt. New e-mail?
RE: SR Membership
Don’t tell your boss. I’ll be bringing my car over if I can. See you guys in a few weeks.
-D
Er...That might not work out well if he has a newer JDM car. The U.S. is awfully picky about imported cars. Well, they’ll make it work. Steel stretches and then locks up the garage and cars and goes to bed. Tomorrow is another day for him.
9:00 AM, August 23
Dag is still having issues with jet lag. This particular morning, he’s not waking up at all. Aria is standing in the doorway with a sheet of paper. “Stupid Aniki...He forgot he had to go get his and Steel’s cars today.” Aria mutters to herself. She enters his room and sets his Atomic Bomb alarm clock to 9:15. Hopefully it works. She places the list of cars on the nightstand, next to the alarm clock, and then gives Dag a quick kiss on the cheek.
“Silly Aniki. He never gets it right.” Aria thinks, as she closes the door behind her. Steel isn’t here today. Did he go to pick up that ugly truck of his? “Ugh, that thing is awful.” is the first thing that crosses her mind when she sees pick-ups. Aria is all JDM, and it showed in her car selection. She wanders along her section of the garage to look at her cars. The GT-R, painted white, is one of the best affordable supercars on the market with the bonus of daily driver practicality. That’s exactly why she chose it - she needed a grocery getter that’d murder exotics. Now, what did she want to do with it…? She looks over at the rest of her cars, all lined up and ready to go. She’d decide on that later, as she has to go manage their funding.
$98,456,192,350.76. That’s how much they have as of today. How do they have such a massive bank account? Simple. Takenouti, Aria and Dag’s father, was a very skilled gambler who knew exactly what kind of bet to make and how to make it go in his favor. He was able to successfully win money off of yakuza and street gangs, and kept their respect for him in spite of it.
Aria jots down the number and then gets the prices and costs of the cars Dag and Steel were supposed to get. She sighs and then spends the next half-hour ordering the cars and parts. By this time, the alarm clock has gone off several times and Dag still hasn’t woken up.
She heads down to his room and throws him into the hallway.
Aria: “WAKE UP, ANIKI! YOU HAVE ERRANDS TO RUN.” Stupid Aniki...
Dag: “O-o-o-ow…Fine, I’m getting up…”
As soon as he stands up, Aria grabs the paper on his nightstand and gives it to him. “Go get these cars and parts for me, Aniki.” she tells him before sending him off and heading back to her room.
Now that both men are away, she can relax. She fires up her Playstation 3 and spends the day playing Gran Turismo 6 and Need for Speed ProStreet.
=========================
Note: Welcome to the Shadow Racers world! A few notes here.
1: This story takes place in the same world as the Hajime Racers story.
2: This story may or may not get dark at times.
3: Changes have been made to the region that the story is set in to accommodate the lack of American courses in GT6.
-Ob