Welcome to the Racetrack Your average everyday oval-shaped race track, with the accompanying grandstand. Bookies wander around offering shady deals to the multitudes of myriad aliens flocking to watch the competition. Mechanical Wyvern flaps his wings as he gets into his starting space. He caws loudly at the other participants. "Me win for honor of Terrorcons!" he says, "Rip losers!" Olive and Sand colored Cybertronian Tetrajet pulls up into his position for the starting point of the race. F/A-18E "Super Hornet" taxis well away from the combiner jet. Who knows what that thing's capable of!