Race
An anti-gravity racer drawn in light. Hairpins that fold back over the void, barrel rolls, a leap across six hundred metres of nothing, a wormhole that curls the road into a tube. No trace back.
Before the race
The council summons you
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Fight
Eight rival pilots and every one of them wants your line. Missiles, mines, EMP, a turret that turns your cockpit around. And not everything waiting on the road is a pilot.
Ascend to power
Off the track you belong to a caste of noble pilots. The council asks, and you answer. What you say and how you race decide whose banner rises, who owes you, and who wants you dead.
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