"LAAAAADIIIIIIES AND GENTLEMEN! Welcome to the first ever Fairhaven Airobatics JetRace! With the advent of personalized flying machinery, we have had several paths to take this miraculous new methods of transportation! Use it responsibly and refine it for the benefit of the wide masses, or..." the fennec's foot falls as sparks fly out from behind the platform he stood on "OVERCLOCK THE FUCK OUT OF THEM AND RACE AND SUPERSONIC SPEEDS, RISKING LIFE AND LIMB FOR THE HELL OF IT!" he'd scream out with vivid enthusiasm. The event seems to have gathered quite the crowd, and this was ofcourse a problem for the workers, who were down the road, doing their duties... for now.

"But ofcourse, there is a way to make use of this glorious, toe-curlingly, blood-bubblingly fantasma-astical mayhem! Today's event will ensure our good workers here are saved a hecking lot of effort, as your goal will be, in fact, to not only reach the other end of the track, but retrieve your individually assigned load of materials and tools needed for the work done here today. Crash? Well... you'll have more important things to worry about than failing your delivery. These things can be volatile." Magnus winks as his hand waves at the quartette of back-mounted boosters readied for the participants.

Hopping off of his platform, the fox looks between the four contestents and beckons them over to a table set a little off to the side. "The track is easy to follow, I mean it's marked with flags, stay between the red and the green, don't even think about cheating either, I have sentries stationed and they'll radio back if someone tries being a stinker. Additionally..." his fist strikes the hard wooden surface, causing it to open up wide and reveal a small tresure trove's worth of tools in a hidden compartment beneath. "You have thirty minutes to make adjustments to your pack, if you so wish. Mind, the heavier you are, the harder you'll turn. Momentum is a bitch. Once you reach the end of the track, you'll find what you need to pick up ready to lift on a platform just outside the lobby. Take one, and only one. I mean why would you take two? That makes no sense... any questions?"

Kalsouthpaw bounces and waves at the the gathering crowd, soaking up the host's words into his big swirly-tipped radar ears as well as the energy from all the attention of the audience. He cheers, "You're all in for the best airshow ever!~", working to drum up hype as he makes his way over to the toolbox - and of course, the boosters. "Oh yeah, how much do the loads weigh? I need to make sure I can actually lift it," he giggles.

Arriving on the scene to the race as almost definitely the heaviest racer Ebreus couldn't help but snicker at the Fennec announcer's performance. He'd stride up to the boosters and tool kits with a big smile on his face as it's explained that they'd be given time to modify the packs before the start. Grabbing one and a modification kit he says, "This should be fun... assuming nobody collapses a building or three." chuckling at his own comment. Carrying his chosen pack a few steps away from the supply table and sitting with his back to the other contestants opens up his pack and begins work amping up the power and routing a good deal of it to turning thrusters to counteract his weight.

Lilliana stood staring at the fox for a good few seconds in silence. Internally marvelling at the chance she had to flex her tinkering muscles here. Her vulpine tail twirled thoughtfully as she stepped up to the booster before her. She glances to the other competitors as they speak and nods in agreement with Kal, "Aye, how much are we going to be hauling?" She adds to the discussion, contemplating how she might get around carrying too heavy a load.

Arriving a little later than the others a neatly dressed snow leopard approaches the platform, her familiar latex form recognisable to those that know her as Kamryn. She gives a slightly nervous wave to the assembled crowd, not having expected quite so many observers for the event. She greets the enthusiastic fennec and the other contestants, in particular giving Ebreus a coy grin. "Weight's important, but it's not the only thing - Are we collecting bundles of loose parts, or something more like a large crate?" she asks, picking up the last of the jetpacks from the table to examine it. "The weight distribution might affect how I modify this thing, particularly if you've got some sharp turns planned". She takes her medical bag and rifle off, setting them down and retrieving some items from her own toolbelt to begin work on the pack's thrusters in an attempt to divert a little of their thrust sideways to improve their lateral stability.

"Dudes, it's a case of scap and wires, each case is the same weight, and it's like... nothing, it's 20kg." The fox shakes his head. "Relax, you can all lift it, and if you can't, then just attach a hook to your pack and let it do the weight carrying. This is a race, not a strength competition." he'd then hop onto the platform and let his voice boom once more. "Ladies and gentlemen, we need to give our contestants some time to apply the modifications they need, they have exactly..." he'd press down a button on the platform where he stood and a large countdown timer appears right behind him, glowing bright green neon digital numbers as it starts the second by second timer of "THIIIIIRTY MINUTES! I am so happy you were all able to come here today, please make sure to follow the action on our screen over HERE!" his finger flicks over towards the wall behind the crowd, where a large and expensive looking LCD screen resided. "Where a live feed from our stationed sentries will broadcast to you the race as it happens!"

The robed blue-furred rodent nods with enthusiasm, the small critter's lithe frame scampering between his toolkit and his jetpack the moment the timer starts, his question answered. From beneath Kal's gaudy yellow robe he pulls out a few wires and an additional capacitor, linking it to the reins of the booster. It was the closest thing to injecting nitrous oxide the critter could get without outright running to a store and buying actual nitrous! Every ounce of Kal's work goes into pushing the booster's limits: increasing flow rates and disabling any pesky limiters. Finally, he braces the load with some thick climbing gear hooks as tightly to the pack as he can to avoid losing it at potentially breakneck speeds!

Performing some preliminary modifications as the clock starts the Hellhound reaches the point where changing what's already there will take him all the further it will in just a few minutes and so with plenty of time to spare Ebreus calls out, "We allowed to add stuff to the packs?" as he plots out just how best to supercharge it if he's allowed to add another power source.