[center][h1]Wing-Man[/h1]
[b]Location:[/b] Mute City - F-Zero Universe
[b]Tags:[/b] [@Burning Kitty][/center]

Mute City was a veritable hotspot for racing enthusiasts. All different kinds of Races were held here and in other locations of the F-Zero universe. Some of them could be deadly, either due to enemy racers or unforgiving turns requiring peak reflexes. While big events like the Grand Prix Race were sometimes hosted, smaller randomized races were open at pretty much all times. It was in one such randomized race that Wing-Man currently found himself. He'd won his Blue Falcon F-Zero Machine a few weeks back, and had been quick to use it to dominate as many races as he could. It was a damn good machine: fast, good handling, good defensive systems. He had given it his own custom paint job, but otherwise he didn't have to tune it up all that much. Must have been a testament to its status as an iconic racing machine in this particular universe.

"Ha! Eat slag, slowpokes! I [i]own[/i] this race!" the voice could be heard on open comms between all the racers, and it belonged to the Avatar piloting the coveted Blue Falcon, Wing-Man. The F-Zero machine was a blur of speed as Wing-Man hit the boosters, it almost looking like it was leaving behind a fiery trail due to the flame vinyls on its top and sides. In his boosting, Wing-Man practically sideswiped a fellow racer as he zoomed past them, causing them to nearly lose control and crash. With this, Wing-Man found himself ahead of the pack and smiled to himself as he knew that meant the race would soon be his. But as the finish line came into view, Wing-Man noticed something... off. People that were previously watching the race were suddenly paying more attention to something else. Behind him, racers were coming to stop and exiting their machines to look up at one of the many giant viewing monitors. Wing-Man also stopped, but only after crossing the finish line.

"Yo, where's my trophy? What's the deal?" he reached up and pulled off his sunglasses as he decided to see what all the hub-bub was about. That was when he saw the message from the robed old man. After taking everything in, Wing-Man let out a good laugh, "Really? [i]That's[/i] what has everyone in a tizzy? Come on, it's just some new event! What are you people so afraid of?" Well enough of that, the prize for the race appeared in his gift inbox. Wing-Man was quick to accept it.

"Score!" he said, realizing what it was. In was an Arm Cannon! Fully upgraded, too! This would go quite nicely with his Varia Suit, "Well, legit or not, at least I scored a free Arm Cannon out of the deal. Can't argue with that." he'd been wanting an Arm Cannon for some time, having acquired his Varia Suit a while back but it feeling rather incomplete without the weapon to go with it. That meant the next thing he should be looking into was a Gravity Suit Upgrade, and eventually a Phazon Suit. Then he'd really be able to kick ass like the Bounty Hunter this stuff originally belonged to. He couldn't resist, so Wing-Man immediately equipped the Arm Cannon along with the Varia Suit so he could check himself out while fully equipped. He gave a low whistle while looking at his reflection. Despite Samus obviously being a woman, her armor could look absolutely amazing on anyone, regardless of gender. This little event was, unfortunately, distracting Wing-Man from remembering that he was supposed to be meeting someone fairly soon. Also he hardly even noticed the weapon also being tagged as "Anti-Viral", just like the old man in the robe said.