The pod racer through the Canyons: a hundred and twenty a second, two engines far ahead on cables, an energy binder between them, a huge nitro, and it drifts wide.
The gyrocopter over the Ruler Hills: the rotor turns on its own, so it never stalls and sinks gently with the throttle closed. A rifle on the right.
The rocket climbing off the Sixfold Alps: straight up to six hundred on a column of flame, fireworks at the apogee, then a glide home. The one craft that reaches a summit in seconds.
The stealth bomber over the Cinder Range at nightfall, launched at a hundred and twenty: a flying wing in dark slabs; B drops one of six gravity bombs, and the crater it leaves is three wide.
The Apache over the Ruler Hills with hellfires on the rails: a raider parked ahead gets a growing bracket, LOCKED after 1.2 s, and E sends a hellfire that homes at sixty; a fireball, a crater five wide, a smoke column. With &hellfire=off on the link the rails are empty.
The Reaper over the Long Range at dusk: four hellfires a sortie, rearmed on the ground over three seconds; the splash of nine kills every hostile inside it and never a wingman.
The landspeeder on the Ruler Dunes: a repulsorlift 1.2 m over any ground or water, cliff faces too, banking in the turns; a blaster on the hood.
The speeder bike through the Ruler Canyons: very fast and light, a metre over anything, the tightest turn in the fleet; a wall above forty a second spins it out.
The skiff over the Mesas: slow and wide, three metres up, heavy freight aboard and a rail down the starboard side to stand on.
The tiltrotor over the Lantern Coast, nacelles swung forward: a gunship under twelve a second, a plane above. A raider parked ahead, a lock in 1.2 s, a hellfire on E, the smoke column where it died.