<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Roxi2_zps71663c48.jpg)</div><strong>~Roxi Rocket</strong><br/><strong>~Roxi's Garage, Zero-G Racing</strong><br/><br/>Roxi leaned back as she heard a commotion in the garage next door. Heated whispers, whimpering, shouting. She didn't know many of the racers, but she did know Fergus, the mechanic for the kid one slot over. It sounded like he was in trouble. Worried, Roxi set aside the new armor plate she was about to install in her ride. She rose and reached into the cockpit, drawing out the sidearm she always kept in it. Despite what Jeanette might currently believe, she didn't use it solely for shooting down encroaching missiles. She only did that sometimes. Most of the time she just aimed for the tires of other racers (if they had any) or aimed for sensitive systems. Despite her apparent skill, Roxi never really considered herself a crack shot with it. It was just an ability she'd been programmed with. Her vehicle was the lightly armored type, built for speed and maneuverability over all else. The Bolt Gun was just a precaution. The Smile Bombs were a deterrent.<br/><br/>Weapon in hand, she stepped out of her garage and edged towards Fergus', sliding along the wall. She peered carefully inside, wary, but ready to take action if necessary. With the things that she'd just heard going on, she knew it was going to be bad news.