*excitement noises*
- Yes! Someone finally responded to my leaflet! Now I can participate in the Red Road Race! Seems that the respondent is a young graduate of the Piloting Academy - Alan Aldanis.
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- Oh my God! Alan, steer right you mad son of a bitch! STEER THE FUCK RIGHT! Ooooh, *heavy breathing* that was so close, we could've died!
- No worry, Z! I've got all under control, exactly as they told me!
- They?!? Alan, the ship's shell isn't made to resist these kind of speeds! Above this, the engine could explode at any time in the way you're pushing it to the max.
- Then make it last longer, you know. Do your stuff. We are still halfway in the race.
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- I can't believe we finished this alive. Guess we can call it a win!
- Helluva a ride, Z! Let's keep in touch!
Z's and Alan first race together