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Secretary Titan!

Sir!

You must have something to report!

I just received a message from our scout vessels.

They have detected an unidentified group of ships on Europass's surface.

Europass?

Yes.

Oh, the planet we donated to those pathetic refugees.

It's demilitarized under our treaty with the M3 Nebula Federation.

That means our forces must tread very carefully there.

Besides, refugees from nearby sectors have drifted in

and set up slums all over the place.

It's an ideal hideout for REDLINE racers.

This is what we get for being so generous!

They have the audacity to claim it as being the viewers' request.

Don't they know we can't put our military secrets at risk?

We cannot allow a foolish race in such a sacred place!

Mr. President.

Are you all right, sir?

Mr. President!

What?

You're not going to stand by and let them pass, are you?

I am the law!

All those affiliated are guilty and deserve to be hanged!

As the president, I'll take full responsibility, because I am justice.

The entire universe is in need of strong leadership,

and Roboworld's heroic authority is what it craves!

Colonel Volton!

Are you ready to shed your blood for justice?

More than ready, sir!

Excellent! Place your life on the line for it!

Thank you, sir!

Hey, you!

Hey, I'm talking to you!

Don't you ignore me! Buy the ticket, will ya?

Don't ignore me!

You have money, don't you?

How about I give you a discount?

What happened here?

Get off me.

What happened?

Stop it! Sorry to disappoint, but I'm not here to watch.

Useless! You're so f***ing useless!

Ah, f***.

Wait!

One, two, three, four...

Next!

ls this it?

You're sure about the exchange rate?

It's just about right. Next!

Just about? What the hell?

You need to take money more seriously...

You're annoying!

Right here.

What?

I need some smokes.

Got money?

Sure. I just cashed in.

Give me as many as this will get.

Here.

Huh? That's it?

It's already open.

This ain't right.

Money needs to be taken

Don't like it? Then leave it!

Just leave it and walk away!

Huh?

Woops.

Dude!

Looks clear!

Good. Let's roll!

Nice!

This anti-gravity engine's not bad!

Yeah...not bad at all!

Done.

Oh, it's you.

This planet is really something, huh?

What did you expect?

This place gets flotsam from all over the galaxy.

It's hard for the idea of good service to sink in.

How are you holding up?

Fine, I guess...

Ouch!

Yeah, I can see that.

I got the case from Frisbee. Stuffed with cash.

It's for the Transam.

He used to drop everything to work on your machine.

He sure has changed.

Like you, me and everything else.

Cigs cost more and good junk joints are harder to find.

So where's my wheels?

You really did it this time, ingrate.

What were you thinking using the nitro twice?

You have a death wish?

l need three caps for the REDLINE.

Three!

Hey, watch it!

I'm going up against the best.

I'm gonna need an edge, aren't I?

You want an edge? Then get your machine loaded up.

You know that anything goes at REDLINE.

l can get you armed up good.

This is a race, not a war.

I don't want any of this crap on my machine.

That's right, I forgot. You're ''Sweet JP.''

Don't call me that!

The red rules say you can do whatever the hell you want.

Playing fair isn't going to cut it.

It isn't, huh?

30 years in this business and I've still got it.

I clean up good with all the trades I get at the race.

A little fun on the side wouldn't hurt, either.

Listen, JP.

If you want a rig that'll stand up to three caps of juice, you're talking a total redesign.

If you don't want to deal with that, all I can do is to get you a new engine and parts.

I wish I could do more.

Hey, you listening?

Frisbee can handle the redesign and tune-up.

You're joking!

Why?

When was the last time you two worked as a team?

Stop it.

Frisbee's not legit anymore.

I said stop it!

He's sold out. He's no good!

Talking about the fix?

He's not the same man. You know that, right?

Helping an ingrate like you is no big deal,

but getting mixed up with that scum is another story.

Racers and mechanics gotta stick together.

You and I make a good team. Always have.

Hey, Frisbee. I was wondering when you'd show.

I may be scum, but l still got the touch, you know.

Don't judge a man's skill by his character.

So you've learned to sneak around, too, Frisbee?

Relax, old man.

If I didn't have the touch, I wouldn't still be here.

Nobody's worried about your skill.

The old man's on board.

I didn't agree to anything.

Hey, quit that!

I guess I'll leave it to the two of you now.

Hey! Where are you going?

The old man will get a new engine.

Frisbee takes care of the redesign and mods.

I'll do my job when I put my butt behind the wheel.

Until then, I'll leave everything to you pros.

Just like the old days.

He think he's cool or something?

What do you want?

This ain't your seat, punk!

You want some?!

Oh, a comb... Don't make me jump, you fool!

I see you have a full house today, waiter.

I'm the manager, you jerk!

And enough with the wisecracks! The place's deserted.

Just pick a table and settle down, will ya?

Sure, whatever.

Sorry about that, ma'am.

He won't bother you anymore, so don't worry.

Here's your soup spaghetti a la Europass lobster.

Wow, it looks great!

Bon appetit!

Thank you.

Watch what you're wearing!

Oh no! How embarrassing!

What are you doing?

Nothing.

No, seriously.

Excuse me. I'm JP.

JP?

Are you gonna eat that?

Huh?

What's this?

Give me a break...

Mind if I join you?

I'm waiting for someone.

Bummer.

You're that guy from the Yellow Line.

I remember now!

You're going to REDLINE as a substitute, right?

What do you want?

I thought I'd check you out since you're going, too.

Come again?

She saw my underpants...

Winning the Yellow Line with a hover engine...

That's so sweet that I wanted to see what the deal was.

And the verdict?

Verdict? Well...

I see an engine nut with no interest in men.

Bingo!

Wheels are my only love. Racing's all I've ever known.

So you're one of those depressing types with no friends.

Why don't you get lost?

My Dad was a racer.

We owned a junk joint.

We used to build our own machines to enter races.

Oh?

It was the most natural thing to do...

What's that?

Steamlight. Isn't it pretty?

My Dad gave it to me on my seventh birthday.

So this is a steamlight, huh? I've never seen one before.

They say when burned as fuel, it releases 100 times more energy than gold nitro.

No kidding.

It's my first time seeing it, too.

An energy source with unlimited capacity...

No man can handle that amount of power, though.

You know a lot, don't you?

Oh, pardon me. I'm Shinkai.

Pleased to meet you.

Aren't you gonna eat that hexagonal worm spaghetti?

It's very good.

You can have it, if you want.

Oh goody!

May I perhaps have you tonight, as well?

Yummy time!

She would have been mine if you hadn't interrupted.

Mr. Substitute.

You could just call me a reserve.

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