The hang glider launched over the Ruler Alps: no engine, a dive for speed, a flare to stretch the glide.
The snowmobile in the Frost Range: quick on snow, spray behind the track.
The mech walker in the Sprawl: six blocks tall, a shoulder cannon, every stride shakes the ground.
The rocket bike through the Vast Cities: blue flames, a burn three times as long as a nitro.
The maglev sled in the Ruler Cities: ninety a second on the paved streets, a crawl off the line.
The hypersonic jet over the Long Range at golden hour: three times a plane’s speed, a contrail behind the engines.
The jetpack among the Skyline Empire’s towers: the bar is fuel, it refills on landing.
The quadcopter drone in the Skyline, seen through its own camera, forty metres up at most.
The hot-air balloon over the Valley of Towers: the burner lifts it, the wind carries it.
The sailboat off the Archipelago’s first harbour in a fresh wind: fast before it, slow into it.
The quad bike on the Ruler Dunes: four fat wheels, a rack gun, it climbs what stops a buggy.
The hoverboard on the Walsh Mesas: it rides land and water, and lifts straight up a mesa wall.
The submarine in the Archipelago at periscope depth: C dives, Space surfaces, quicker under the chop.
An Apache over the Marsh: rocket pods on the stub wings, a chain gun under the nose, four blades in a blur.
A Reaper drone launched seventy metres over the Cinder Range: a long wing, a V tail, two missiles.