In tribute to its color and design—and his love of classic poetry—Gunnar called his vehicle The Raven. The PRO-T-EN machine handled with the greatest of ease; a hallmark of PRO-T-EN engineering. Sleek, jet black with gold trim, and flying two meters above the desert terrain, the PRO-T-EN logo—a raised, golden T—gleamed in the moonlight on its hood.
The Raven resembled an ancient combustion engine hotrod, but more compact, and a hell of a lot tougher. Like all PRO-T-EN Corps vehicles, it had been molded from a secret, patented alloy developed by PRO-T-EN Chemical Engineering Savants. Reinforced throughout (including its front and rear ends, making it an optimal battering ram), coated with PRO-T-EN’s patented radiation-absorbent polymer, and armor-plated, The Raven had been driven through every Corporate Zone in The United Sectors, and had suffered little damage.
Gunnar himself had seen more combat than his vehicle, and sitting there, encased in this techno-magnificent pod, he felt no apprehension about confronting the Incomps. He chose to leave the running lights off as he raced into the darkness, relying instead upon his state-of-the-art tracking system. The neon blue schematic shifted, but Gunnar didn’t see much in the way of obstacles. He already had the nerve and the weaponry, and now he had room to operate.
The poor Incomps behind him didn’t stand a chance.
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