Whew, it's been a while ppl. A busy while really. But I managed to get this done!

I'm not an expert in this field, so i'll be glad if you can tell me what kind of engine is used in spacecrafts.
Anyway, enjoy reading!

Chapter 4: Rushion V.Trackrabbit


The cat was walking to the Organization Board room with the list of participants on his hands, and a smile on his face. What an amateur imposter. He should have arrived sooner than his brother. Then he seemed to realized something. Come to think of it, I haven’t met Jazz Jackrabbit either. What if that green rabbit was the real one? The cat’s thoughts were interrupted by the sudden appearance of a figure in front of him. It was a rabbit wearing full body armor, including a helmet that covered his entire face. The cat glanced at his obstacle and asked:
“What are you doing here?”
“I want to make a registration.” The rabbit spoke with a rather unusual voice.
“Too late. The deadline’s ten minutes ago. If you want your role in this tournament, try visiting the Board leader.”
“I already did.” The rabbit replied. “And he accepted my proposal as soon as he knew who I am.”
The cat eventually paid attention to the latter of the sentence, he looked up while the rabbit took off his helmet. A sense of astonishment emerged on his face when he saw the rabbit’s identity. “You... are...”

Moments later, in the preparation area where all the competitors were, the screens on the walls were suddenly turned on, and a frog appeared. He started to talk and his voice came out from the speakers around the walls: “Ahem, all competitors please gather at the entrance immediately. I repeat, all competitors please gather at the entrance immediately.”
Everyone did as the voice said. It then continued: “Welcome to the Federal Fighter/Shooter Championship Tournament. Now, some of you may have been here once or more while for others it is the first time. So, allow me to give you a basic idea of our staff, our sponsors, and how things go around here. First of all, I’m Rotesque Slaimy, main announcer of the Tournament, and I will be the ref of the final matches. That means you’re going to see me in person!” He blinked his eye, an act that somehow sent a shiver of grossness to the female competitors. “Next, there are...”

Some people paid attention to the frog announcer. Some people didn’t, including Jazz and Lori. They were roaming in the large room searching for their brother. Jazz had been upset since the registration mistake, thus even though he said sorry, others were still irritated at the way he pushed them aside. Lori on the other hand was very gentle and polite, but still she couldn’t get further progress than her brother. Suddenly someone crashed into her. When she regained her senses from the daze, she realized it was no one else than Jazz. Jazz himself however didn't seem to recognize his own sister, he pushed her aside with a “sorry”, then continued his frantic search. Lori grasped her brother’s shoulder and pulled him back.
“Stop it! You’re being way too disturbing here.”
“Oh.” Jazz turned back, but he responded in a different way than Lori expected him to. “Didn’t see it was you. Sorry.” Then he tried to continue his work, but Lori tightened her grip to make her brother stay in place.
“I said STOP! This isn’t getting anywhere.”
“But we have to find Spaz!” Jazz, finally stopped, turned back and face Lori. “I need him to go tell that stupid cat about the registration mistake! Uh... I mean... Don’t you care about him?”
“Of course I do!” Lori folded her arms. “I only said what we’ve been doing isn’t the right way to find him. We have to try other methods.”
“Like what?”
“Well, we can ask the Announcer Room to call out for Spaz.”
“You know that he listens to nobody but us.” Jazz spoke with his mouth half-closed.
“It’s still worth giving a shot.”
“Wow, you’re Jazz Jackrabbit, aren’t you!?”

Lori and Jazz both turned about to see where that voice came from. Their eyes stopped at a rabbit who was walking toward them with a cheerful smile and wide opened eyes. He had light blue fur, was wearing a black waistcoat, black leather pants and white sneakers. When he came facing Jazz, he gave him another thorough stare from bottom to top before exclaiming:
“It’s really you! You are the famous Jazz Jackrabbit! I’m a big fan of yours! Hey, can I have your autograph??”
“Whoa whoa, slow down.” Jazz waved his hands trying to lower the blue rabbit’s outburst. “Wait, you know who I am?”
“Of course. Who doesn’t? You’re the one who single-handedly destroyed the notorious Devan Shell and his dreaded Time Machine! If it wasn’t for your valiant deed, we all might have never been born on the world!”
“Hm. Glad there’s someone who understands the importance of my endeavor.” Jazz smiled contentedly, but then he immediately frowned when he glared at the rest of the crowd that didn’t seem to pay attention to the disturbance the blue rabbit just created. “Unfortunately it’s just the minority, in my point of view.”
“My name is Rushion V. Trackrabbit, but just call me Rush. Pleased to meet you!” The rabbit catched Jazz’s hand and shook it.
“Nice to meet you too.” Jazz shook back his hand in rhythm with Rush.
“And you must be Lori Jackrabbit.” Rush turned to Lori, keeping his smiling face. “I heard that you helped your brother much in his campaign.”
“Well, yea... Not that much.” Lori modestly replied.
“She and my brother Spaz kicked the butt of many of Devan’s lieutenants.” Jazz proudly admitted.
“Wow, that’s great of you!” Rush nodded his head in amazement, then said “And you look much more beautiful in person too.”
“Thanks. That’s really sweet.” Lori smiled gracefully.
“It’s such a surprise to see you guys here.” Rush remarked. “Are you waiting to interfere with some ruckus about to happen?”
“No, we’re here to participate in this tournament.” Jazz answered.
“Both of you?”
“Actually there are three of us, including Spaz...” Jazz suddenly realized “Oh no! We still have to find him!”

Jazz was about to continue the search for Spaz, when the walls below the screens around the room were swiftly pulled up revealing arena rings with people, presumably referees standing on them. There was a total of eight rings which matched with the eight screens. While everything was happening, the frog kept speaking on the screen:

“Today we have 512 participants, divided into eight groups, so each group will have 64. Fighters in one group will compete against each other under the rule of direct elimination. This is a fighter/shooter tournament so guns and other weapons are allowed, but to avoid the destruction of potential yet self-unaware individuals, all but Freezer ammunition is forbidden in the qualification round. Other rules including no attack aimed at the eyes or the groin area, no biting, no pinching, no scratching... and NO KILLING. Fights are not over until one is knocked off the ring or collapses and can’t get back up, or until three minutes have passed. And don’t worry, there will be no draw. The one participant who remains unbeaten in the group will be able to move on to the quarter-finals.”

On the eight screens around the large room, the frog’s face disappeared and was then replaced with the competing order of each group. However the frog announcer could still be heard from the speakers:

“Now, we have randomly arranged each of you into one specified group and one specified start point. Please note that this arrangement is completely RANDOM. Any coincidence of rivalry or grudge matches in these orders is absolutely by chance, and may I restate that NO KILLING is allowed. If you violate that rule, you’ll be disqualified and be taken into custody immediately. Well, that’s all I have to say. I’ll be seeing eight of the 512 of you later.”

The frog ended his speech with a clattering sound, and right after that music started to come out from the speakers, the heavy metal style. Everyone felt the energy rising within themselves, telling them it’s ready to rock. The referees on the stages were all equipped with a small mic on their collar, so their voices were amplified to a level that competitors could hear them clearly in the loud music.

“Let us begin with the first duel of eight groups! Participants who see their names on the screen please come onto the ring ASAP.”