As Nyan would be escorted by one of the Rocky Rebel Peashooters, who’s name was “Spike”, he would hear a soft voice call to him. “Mr.Nyan! Mr.Nyan!” A mystic flower called out, it was nurse Malinalii! She would huff as she looked up st him. “Malinalii? You’ve been missing for months, why’re you here?—“ he would crouch down as he looked around. “They didn’t kidnap you did they?-“ Nyan asked, as he had a strong suspicion about the rebels and their, distasteful attitudes. “No Sir, I was captured a while back, a Z-Tech Prison Bus broke down and I was being escorted there, until these folk helped me, though many are quite...Aggressive” she would look towards a crowd of rebels as they threw rocks and cans at a tied up Z-Tech soldier. Soon looking away as she Looked at Nyan. “We must get you a different attire, many still do not like you-“ soon she was interrupted by a loud ‘BOOM!’ As they looked to see scraps coming out of a smoking workshop, laughing as he fixed his goggles. “Alright! So Nitroglycerin and Gasoline do NOT make good fuel!” He laughed as he would jump up, and soon look a Nyan as he grinned under his mask. “Well Mohawk, don’t you wanna say hi to your new friends!” He would roughly slap Nyan on the back as he gave snicker. “I’m sure they’ll love you! Mr. “Ima Take bake the World”. “ Nyan would give a glare at Scraps. “As I stated before, I’m LIBERATING, not-“ “And as I’ve stated before, not much of a difference, just a fancier way of saying it.” Scraps would give a chuckle as he began walking, forcing Nyan to follow behind as scraps threw his arms out. “BULLDOZER! We have COMPANY!” He laughed as a large gargantuar would turn to face scraps, his face covered by a massive metal triceratops skull. “Ay! I’ve heard lots about you...” He would give a noise similar to a chuckle towards Nyan as he picked up scraps. “Madam Boom! Where are ya!” He cackled as a large explosion was seen, madam boom opening her arms as she smiled, half of a mask was on her face. “Here I am!” She proclaimed as scraps would give a sound similar to cheering. “Wonderful as always Madam Boom! Anyways, Meet Mohawk!” The Rose would open her eyes as she glared at Nyan, her smile soon turning into a grimace as she would squint. “Hello Mr.Nyan..” she would lowly say as she floated off, leaving scraps and bulldozer scratching their heads. “Damn Mohawk! You must’ve been really pissy with her to make her float off like that!” Scraps yelled out as he cackled, finding the amount of people disliking the mohawked crusader humorous in his eyes. Nyan was left baffled at how a plant could show a dislike to the leader of the plant republic, questions now gnawing at his mind. As Nyan would think, a pair of fingers would snap in front of Nyan as he snapped out of his daze, looking to the owner of the hand. “Ay, You better not be gettin heat stroke ya bloke-“ scraps lowly said as he motioned him to follow, Nyan following behind as he would look towards the area they were going; a massive foundry where cars, guns, and explosives were being made, as well as a song was being sung.
Nyan couldn’t understand a single word, as the song was muffled by pounding metal, engines roaring, and a man in tight leather gear grinding on his guitar. Soon Nyan would see scraps prized ride, the Pain Train! “Ain’t she a beauty?” Scraps proudly asked as Nyan just examined the hulking vehicle. Nyan would walk around as it was quite literally, a Pain Train. “It’s very...You” Nyan would say as he couldn’t really describe it any other way. Scraps would laugh as Torque appeared right next to Nyan, sporting some new paint as he looked more like a flame fueled sports car than the traditional Black and Purple. His flames were painted red and orange as the area around his jaws was painted with gnarly teeth and scary eyes, he couldn’t help but laugh as Nyan was sort of, well annoyed really. “You painted torque, without my permission?-“ Nyan asked as he watched torque flip his head towards him. “I gave him permission, and they let me eat the paint can after wards!” Scraps couldn’t help but laugh some more as he rubbed torques head. “See? Your mate likes me, and he likes the paint job!” Scraps would continue walking as he showed him to his newest, “racing allies”. “ALRIGHT BOYS, THIS IS YOUR NEWEST BEST FRIEND!” The Zombie, Plant, and Human rebels looked towards Nyan as they gave looks, maybe of Pride? Anger? Many just didn’t care as they looked away. Nyan would see the zombies first,Captain Smasher was a Pirate Garg, sporting a cannon shotgun, RockHard Henry and Crazy Carl, a Punk Zombie with a flamethrower guitar and an Imp wielding two make shift SMGs, Greasy Greg, a Zombie who serves The greasiest food known to anyone, he was there to feed the racers. Nyan wouldn’t really talk to any of them, until one of the zombies tapped his shoulder as he turned around, it was a browncoat. “You the leader of the Plant Republic, Right?” Nyan would nod as the browncoat held out his only hand. “We met before, I was there durin the battle of da south, one of your planties blew me arm off, but it’s alright, I understand they was doin what you told em to. My names Grungy, I’m a Assistant to many drivas, but I ride a motacycle with the othas.” Nyan would listen as there was a bit of happiness knowing at least one person didn’t feel malice towards him. As the meeting was short lived, he would see Riley on the phone as he seemed to be talking to someone. “So you’re telling me that’s the ONLY way you’ll give us the extra tires? Ok ok! You have yourself a deal ok? Ok, thank you so much!” Riley would turn to Nyan as Nyan lifted a brow to his friend. “Who were you on the phone with? And how did you even get a pho-“
“it’s my phone” a soft voice called out from behind Nyan as he jumped slightly, Agent J would be waiting patiently as she had her arms crossed. “Agent J! I didn’t see or hear you, why’re you here? Shouldn’t you be up on mars or something?” Nyan asked as he brushed the dirt off his arms. “I was to go with scar to fix this supernova mess with him, but I was attacked by supernova during some...altercations at Nebula City, nothing you should be concerned about; and to answer your question, I heard chatter over Z-Tech lines how you were blasted away...and wanted to make sure you weren’t critically injured...or dead. Anyways, I will be taking my phone back Mr.Riley, and have fun racing, and please don’t get yourselves killed.” Agent J would politely shake both Nyan and Riley’s hands as she took the phone, before using a teleporter to leave. “Nyan, you aren’t gonna like what I had to promise for the tires, well, more like Arizona’s not gonna like it-“ “what did you promise?” “Well..Arizona either has to apologize to MotorHead about something in the past...oooor wear a tutu and do a dance, while it’s recorded.” Riley shrugged as Nyan would rub his temples, but gave a laugh at the thought of Arizona in a Tutu. “Alright Alright, I’ll give him the order to do either, but you promise we’ll get the tires?” “MotorHead keeps his word, well that’s what he said.” Before the two could continue talking, Scraps voice would be heard over the intercom as he laughed. “ALRIGHT RACERS, WE HAVE A NEW RAIDING SPOT TO GO TO, AND THE RULES ARE, DESTROY AND RAID IT ALL!” The racers laughed as many climbed into their cars as Riley ran towards a truck, followed by torque as Nyan would attempt to follow, before roots grabbed Nyan and pulled him back. “Oh no Mohawk, you’re ridin with me! You have to complete two more trials before you get to ride with your pals!” Nyan would huff as he looked at scraps, and noticed the vines were connected to his arm, as they went back to him. “Trials? What Trials? You said nothin abou-“ Scraps would put a finger to Nyans mouth as he made a “Sssh” sound, and would snap his fingers, an Imp holding a large chunk of metal would appear as scraps took it. “The Trials of Scraps! You already completed the first trial, Trial by Fire! Your next two are the Trials of Destruction and Enduring-ness!” “Don’t you mean Endurance?-“ “Yea, but it wouldn’t sound right in my words!” He laughed as he pulled Nyan towards the Pain Train. “You’re gonna be up there!-“ Scraps pointed towards the Longshot, a plant republic auto fire cannon that was made by the plant republic, Nyan was going to question about it...but didn’t ask to save his ears from a speech. “Alright..then can I get an answer for this?” Scraps would climb into the pain train through the back of the pain trains door, and looked at Nyan. “Ask away Mohawk!” “Where are we going anyways?” Nyan asked as he used his vines to climb onto and into the turret, and shut the blinders just enough to see out of, and heard a small speaker inside the turret port. “We’re going....”
“TO ZOMBOSS PARK! DIESEL BARRENS HERE WE COME!!” Scraps laughed as he started the pain train, the engine roared alive as the Pain Train started to go, slowly at first, but grew in speed quickly as he pulled the chain to turn on the horn, the horn being the war cry to get the other cars going, and would drive through a demolished mining tunnel as a short cut to the hidden path towards the Diesel Barrens.