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In the second quarter of the 21st century,

the advent of sub-light transportation

marked the beginning of an unprecedented wave

of human expansion.

Human explorers discovered new planetary systems...

and colonized them,

traveling further and further

into the unknown.

What?

In 2057, Earth's most aggressive neighbors,

the Crogs, launched a treacherous surprise attack.

Completely caught off guard,

the Earth Coalition put up a desperate defense.

Their forces held

and the Crogs were narrowly defeated.

Humans have since lived in peace with their neighbors.

That is,

until today.

Has she been sitting here all night?

Didn't you hear?

It was her birthday yesterday and her dad didn't call.

Again.

She has a dad? I thought she was an orphan.

What's she thinking?

If he's never called, then he never will.

Hey you!

I'm not deaf, you know?

That's it, just run. Run away.

I know you're just jealous.

My dad's famous, the greatest race manager ever!

He's just too...

busy to give me a call.

Not his fault.

Hey, Eva.

There's a package waiting for you at the front desk.

Look alive.

Yes.

What did I tell you?

I knew it.

Hi, Ned.

I think you have a package for me from my dad.

Hey, wake up!

I have a package, yes.

Well, I don't think it's from your dad.

Looks like that part you ordered months ago.

Don't tell anyone I let it through.

All right!

You know what, Ned?

If you weren't so old and ugly, I could kiss you.

If I were 50 years younger.

You are late.

Hello, handsome.

Long time no see.

I've got a little present for you.

Today's going to be a big day.

For you...

and for me.

Eva.

I thought you dismantled that rocket seat.

Well, don't just stand there. Stop her!

Yeah!

Early graduation.

Wow.

So this must be the place.

Daddy.

Little girl, what do you think you're doing?

It's OK.

I'm Don Wei's daughter.

That's a good one.

And believe me, I've heard everything.

I don't have time to play games.

Now, beat it. Go on, get out of here.

Don Wei's daughter.

Hey, you!

What are you doing here, young man?

Do I look like a young man to you? Can't you see I'm a girl?

Oh, is that so?

Well then, you've got even less of a reason to be here.

This is not a shopping mall.

You're in the hangar of a star-racing team.

Now, leave before I kick you off the premises myself.

This is all a big mistake.

My name's Eva.

I'm your daughter.

You fools.

Didn't I tell you we need this fixed by tomorrow?

It's the Grand Prix.

Excuse me. It's the head mechanic.

He can't make it today.

We'll see about that.

Are you crazy? It's the Grand Prix!

Does that mean anything to you?

You got a day off last year, didn't you?

What do you mean, twins?

I don't care if they were quintuplets.

I need you here now. And I mean right now.

I have no replacement for you.

And the primary thruster is not working.

Much ado about nothing, really.

-Well, just sell the twins. -Upgrades never work.

You just need to take off this piece of junk.

And voila.

All I care about is the race.

Hey, have you lost your mind, little girl?

Sir, it's working.

Guess what? You're fired.

Who are you?

Well, uh... I'm... uh...

Um... I'm, uh...

-Spit it out. -I'm...

We haven't got all day.

I'm

I'm, um... I'm...

I'm Molly!

Molly, you've got a job.

The hours are from 8:00 a.m. to 10:00 p.m., seven days a week,

with a half-hour break for lunch.

Though I would imagine you won't have time for hunger.

And next time, I suggest you wear more suitable attire.

Yeah, it was good to see you, too.

Ah, what now?

I'm looking for Don Wei.

Mr. President?

Wow, serious limo.

I wonder what the president wants with the boss.

Our new sponsor?

Nah.

Dad?

So what can I do for you?

I'll come straight to the point, Mr. Wei.

The planet is in need of your help.

I'm afraid I don't follow.

I've been told you're the best racing manager we've got.

What I'm about to tell you is top secret.

And must always remain that way.

Oh.

Of course.

It began 25 years ago.

I was just a young councilor then.

The Crogs' final assault seemed imminent

and we were preparing for the worst.

When suddenly...

...this visitor appeared.

Greetings, people of Earth.

Despite your insignificance in the eyes of the universe,

I, the Avatar,

invite you to join the beings of the Galaxy

in the Great Race of Oban.

Be ready, the hour

of your ultimate prize is near.

What? A race?

Well, now I've definitely heard everything.

The Crogs!

Look, they're retreating.

Gentlemen...

No one outside this room must ever learn

what happened here today.

And I mean no one.

General, what about the race?

What race? It's ridiculous.

Who would believe us?

Councilor, consider your career.

Now...

Today we're the heroes

who protected the Earth from the Crogs.

That's all the public ever needs to know.

We refused to listen.

But now, the Avatar has returned.

The truce of the race of Oban is over,

and the hour of the ultimate test has come.

We must join the race or God knows what fate awaits us.

What can I do to help?

The Avatar's vessel leaves at dawn.

Gather the people you need and go.

We've got 13 hours.

I'll do my best.

You can count on me.

And once again,

the champion of the minor leagues...

Rick Thunderbolt!

Congratulations, champion of the minor leagues.

I knew you could do it, Rick.

Spare me your sarcasm, Don. You're wasting your time.

I'm never coming back to your worthless team.

I didn't mention anything about coming back.

Ready.

Up next, Jordan C. Wilde.

Don, can you tell me exactly what we're doing here?

I thought we had a great race to go to.

Where we're going, you'll be happy

to have a gunner like this one on board.

Yeah...

He's perfect. We'll take him.

There will be no requisition.

Arrow 1 and 2 are prototypes.

They are not for racing, do you hear me?

With you, they'll end up scrap metal.

I won't allow it.

Not in a million years.

Now, get out!

I'll also need your mechanics, Stan and Koji.

Huh? Impossible!

Stan is my right arm and Koji is my left.

Precisely. It's a matter of utmost importance.

Then my arms are your arms.

Yes.

Gentlemen,

take care of the final preparations.

And assist Stan and Koji with the engine's revisions.

Now, what are you plotting behind my back, huh?

If you want out, this is the moment.

That's fine with us, sir.

We're definitely ready for the challenge.

You know, for a guppy, you've got a real big mouth.

Don, tell me at least you've got a clue as to where we're going?

According to the President,

Oban is located at the epicenter of the Milky Way.

But first, there are qualifying races held simultaneously

on three planets equidistant from Oban.

Here, here, and here.

That's some 25,000 light years away.

Wow.

Oh my.

Don't let them near the star-racers!

This way, hurry!

What's going on?

It's a Crog. A Crog's attacking us!

-Rick, get the truck. -Got it.

-Wait for me. -Back off.

Let me through!

Wait! Da...!

Let's go.

I'm coming, Dad.

Could this truck be any slower?

Company.

Fly to the other side of the Galaxy if you want.

But this time, I'm coming with you.

Sorry, no Crogs allowed.

Slow down. I can't get a fix on him.

No.

Rick, hit the brakes.

-What? -Hit the brakes now!

Yeah!

Faster, we're almost out of time.

Step on it, Rick.

You think you're going to ditch me?

Think again!

The Avatar's ship.

It's almost dawn.

Faster, you piece of junk.

Hang on!

Is this the great race you were talking about, Don?

Or is it just the warm-up?

Faster, Rick. Faster.

What the?

Hey, this is cool.

The die is cast.

The race has begun.