havensmechanic:

She had been dealing with a few unhappy racers and their managers when things had turned violent. Typical men, of course. Racing wasn’t a sport for the pathetic and the weak-willed. Nine times out of ten there was huge crime going on in the background, someone trying to sabotage someone else- Keira had learned to keep herself out of trouble. And had learned to double-check the vehicles before they left her garage for the next race.

However, it seemed a few of the opposing teams had gotten just a bit tired of her managing to duck out of trouble and decided it was high time she got a taste for the circuits.

She managed to only get a tiny bit scraped here and there, nothing too major. But they had her cornered now, and she was starting to panic.

But in a flash, most of them tumbled to the ground as something barrelled into them. 

“Jak-!”

Jak stood between the group and Keira, shoulders hunched and head low. He yanked his morph gun from its spot on his back, switching to the rapid-firing Blue Eco mod - more than enough to chew through the group even if they all charged at once. The barrels just barely started to rotate with a low whir, signaling he was dead serious.

“Back off.”