"Gentlemen. Welcome to NASCAR." Nelson Robinson, pilot of the Tallgeese, addressed his wingmen as the 100th lap finished. The trio had been booked as entertainment for the Thunder Valley Casino Resort 200 to the west coast troops present for the event.

The two Aries wingmen started the display by firing their missile pods into the sky, each exploding in a variety of red, white, and blue fireworks. Cheers roared from the crowd as both pilots took flight. Both soldiers rose above stadium level, aimed their rifles at the sky, and fired several tracer rounds.

Nelson saw his cue. The Tallgeese's engines flared, the mobile suit taking three gallops before finally going airborne. The Tallgeese's feet passed just above the racing cars, drawing a mixture of screams and applause from the audience. The Tallgeese changed direction, flying between both Aries units as they saluted his mobile suit. Nelson jammed on the breaks suddenly, his face nearly colliding with the glass of the cockpit. "Keep it in one piece, Nelson, or you're grounded." a voice echoed over the intercom.

"Relax, Lt. Vladerick. Go play with your guns or something." Nelson quipped back, convinced of his own mastery of the Tallgeese's controls now in warmer environments. The Talgeese faced the crowd, pointed its dober gun skyward, and fired. The shell exploded, displaying a massive replica of the American flag in sparks. "U.S.A. U.S.A." the crowd chanted between whistles and screams of patriotic joy.

"If that didn't sell us some war bonds, nothing will." Nelson smiled as he and his wingmen descended to the center of the stadium, each taking an individual bow for the performance. "Now to watch the rest of the race. I've got spare tickets for you guys." Nelson offered his wingmen. "Watch... NASCAR? Uh..." both wingmen stuttered in unison.

Outcome: Mission Successful
Nelson Robinson: 5xp, Repairing 1