- Motto: "Transform and smoke 'em!"
- Weapon: Twin Shoulder-Mounted Rocket Launchers
Spavinaw State Park, Oklahoma - Road 20/82
The yellow Dodge Viper sped along the roadway that was clear as far as the optic could see. It greatly helped matters that it was so late in the nighttime hours as most of the flesh sacks were currently indoors sleeping. Drag Strip considered honking his horn repeatedly in order to wake up and annoy the disgusting filth that populated this mudball of a planet. Unfortunately, Motormaster’s orders were not to draw unwanted attention to himself, so the former racer refrained from having a little bit of mischievous fun that could very well attract the local law enforcement.
We wouldn’t want that now would we? Drag Strip thought as he drove through an intersection. Moments later, a pair of headlights appeared in his rearview mirror. At first he thought it was one of his fellow Stunticons as the vehicle in question was closing in on him fast. But, as it came up behind him, Drag did not recognize it as one of the new alt modes his comrades had chosen. It was a Ford Mustang, and the driver behind the wheel was no hologram.
Great, I’ve got a slaggin’ human on my tail, Drag Strip thought as the silver Mustang moved over into the other lane and rode up alongside him. Drag’s hologram driver looked over at the young flesh sack who was apparently trying to goad him into a street race. A street race? This squishy creature must think I’m Smokescreen. I’m a professional not some wretched...
“Come on! Let’s see what you’ve got!” The human yelled over to the yellow Stunticon, interrupting his train of thought.
Drag Strip’s hologram expressed no reaction at first as the former racer considered showing this human who was the real king of the highways. What could it hurt? Just as long as there’s no witnesses like ol’ Motorhead said. The fake driver then nodded in acceptance of the young fleshling’s challenge and before he knew it the Mustang had zoomed ahead, leaving the Dodge Viper in the dust.
Not for long, Drag Strip thought as he gunned his engines and raced off after the meat sack. It didn’t take but a few astroseconds to catch up to the inferior automobile, the likes of which permeated this planet. It was no match for the Stunticon’s advanced technology, after all. As a result, Drag easily overtook the Mustang, putting a considerable distance between himself and the filthy human who thought he could beat the great former Cybertronian Raceway champion.
Once Drag Strip had driven over a narrow bridge, he applied his breaks suddenly and allowed himself to spin around until he was facing in the opposite direction. The headlights of the silver Ford Mustang were now directly in front of him, growing brighter with each passing astrosecond. As the human vehicle started across the bridge at a high rate of speed, the Dodge Viper sped forward, tires screeching as he aimed to play a little game of robo-chicken.
No witnesses, Drag Strip thought as he came within inches of a collision before the Mustang swerved to avoid him and plunged off the side of the bridge and into the water below. Drag drove up to the edge and scanned the river beneath him as the human vehicle sank to the bottom. There were no signs of life anywhere and it would take a while before the authorities even knew there had been an accident here let alone what had caused it. By then, he and his Stunticon brethren would be long gone from this area.
Just then, another pair of headlights appeared, startling the yellow racer from his victory. Fortunately, this time it was only Breakdown, who had managed to catch up to him. “Hey, Breakdown, what’s shaking? You missed all the fun. I just drowned a meat sack. Don’t worry, though, there were no witnesses just as the boss-bot said.” Drag Strip chuckled as he backed away from the edge of the bridge and then drove across to the other side. It was there when Drag noticed that just down the street was one of the local gas stations the humans used to refill their vehicles. It was dark and appeared to be closed for the night by the looks of things. “Hey, follow me. I think I might have found some fuel.”
Not waiting for Breakdown to follow his lead, Drag Strip zoomed down the road until he had pulled into the Exxon station. He set his scanners to detect whatever fuel was left in the underground tanks beneath the asphalt. As luck would have it, one was halfway full while the other had about a quarter left to spare. “Jackpot!” The yellow Stunticon replied as he then opened a comm line to Octane:
>>”Hey, Oc! This is Drag Strip. I’ve located some fuel for your tanks! Just follow my signal and you’ll find me in no time.”<<