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[url=https://i.imgur.com/dCwZMYH.png]Mevalo City[/url] was as busy as ever. Not to be confused by the planet of the same name, of which any who was worth their salt would be walking on, the grand metropolis was stir-crazy for the sport that made up their culture. Indeed, the 45th Cosmic Grand Prix was all that anyone was talking about. And with gossip of the races came gossip of the Ark Riders who populated said races as well. Hailing from every corner of the known star system, they gathered here and now for their grand entry into glory.

For while Mevalo-that was to say, the planet, not the city-had been fully converted into a grand racing track by Mevalo-the company, not the planet-the city of Mevalo was still highly suitable for leisure wear for the visiting Ark Riders. The grand city scape promised all manner of wonders and activities to bide one’s time, so long as it was geared towards Space Races. For the Ark Riders though, their focus would lay in either preparing for the first of their many racing trials or, in some unfortunate cases, scurrying to place in their applications with Mevalo.

With the encouragement of third-party companies to sponsor their Ark Riders, it was only natural someone forgot to sign in when they should have. Whoever they may have been, all were captured in the snapping lens of small [url=https://i.imgur.com/4dmGnpk.jpg]drones[/url] that paroled and zipped through the air. With all the ferocity of native hornets, they dashed about, the sounds of snapping heard from their bodies as they captured footage and photos of the grand spectacle, Ark Rider and fan alike. All information was of course relayed to their source-

[color=bc8dbf]“Gooooood morning Mevalo! What a beautiful day for the first of our many Space Races! Welcome to the 45th Grand Cosmic Prix!”[/color] came a loud, almost impossibly shrill voice from the drones. Some citizens covered their ears and reclined back from the microphone output, knowing all too well it was time for Wave’s Broadcast to begin. [color=bc8dbf]“As your resident go-to for all news Ark Rider related, and personal cover girl for Mevalo I might add, it’s looking like a heated battle of wills and rivalries this year!”[/color] continued the voice. The fact it came from all of the drones didn’t help much in terms of tolerance.

All the same, she did her job, and most of the rowdy brand were pumped up by her words of encouragement. Indeed, the day seemed ripe for excitement for both racer and spectator alike. Already the majority of crowds were filing into the many grand stadiums that dotted Mevalo City. Each one would soon take to the skies once the races began, powered by Mevalo engines to ensure the maximum spectacle for their viewing pleasure. So far, everything seemed to fall into place. Everything was going in order. What could possibly go wrong? 
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