The night settled in, it was about time for some illegal human street racing as they called it.. No restrictions on a racetrack whatsoever, competition only with eyes on them like a star on stage. The thrill was just amazing- yet not quite like velocitron where there were just brilliant super-highways with it’s flashy aesthetic, but earth’s streets and earthly buildings will suffice for his habits.

It was convenient for Knockout to make this a mostly daily occurrence on the job as a Decepticon, and always the best Decepticon on the Warship with the ‘most’ dazzling finish. He crept out of the warship with a few Vehicon seekers to help him off onto the earth’s surface ground, and the Vehicons just buggered off from following orders.

In the middle of Jasper, Nevada. It was two in the morning for the Humans, yet the hum and rev of engines were lively around these times.

Knockout steered to the starting line of the street race, the other vehicles gathered around behind the line. A human came to the front, holding a flashlight in hand. It was about damn time to start this race anyway. As multiple engines would rev and exhaust sounds out of their vehicles, The Human soon raised their hand, flashing the light.

SHortly after, Knockout would bolt. Into the race he immersed himself in, the highways lighting up in front of him by the other car's tail lights and headlamps. The lights reflecting off Knockout's black tinted windows as he raced past the others, weaving left and right before another vehicle caught up to him- it was odd. Till it would rev or bonk.

"Ohhh? What's this, challenging the best racer in this race are we?" Knockout mumbled to himself as the rear window would tilt to see what kind of vehicle was challenging him now, the stereo in his alt mode eventually picked up something on his radar. An energon signature, just right next to him. It was another bot, and if they were in this race. He won't let them win, in which he now accelerated in speed. His alt-mode was like a quick gust flew by.