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As Moe and Chef strode toward the stranger, there was a palpable shift in the air. The dust, kicked up by the defeated speedster, seemed to settle in time with the rhythm of their determined footsteps, casting a hazy shadow in the fading light. Their figures, etched against the dying sun, loomed ominously, gradually growing larger as they approached the stranger.

There he stood, lean against the polished hull of his victorious speedster, an insufferable grin plastered across his face. His laughter echoed against the silence of the abandoned colony, a hollow and harsh reminder of the cost they'd paid for his deceit.

"I won, fair and square," the stranger proclaimed, his smugness seeping into his words. His eyes gleamed with triumphant satisfaction, oblivious to the storm he had unwittingly summoned.

The Voidrunner.

With each step, Moe's transformation into the persona he'd earned in the vast expanses of space became more apparent. His usual laid-back demeanor replaced with a cold, lethal determination. It was a sight few lived to tell the tale of.

"Fair?" Moe questioned, his voice a quiet rumble. The anger beneath his words was palpable, as the last light of the day glinted off his hardened gaze. "You don't know the meaning of the word."

Chef stood a few paces behind him, a silent support. The stranger's smile wavered, but he held his ground, a thread of apprehension beginning to weave itself into his arrogance.

"You cheated," Moe stated, his tone brokering no argument. The wind picked up, whipping around them, mirroring the brewing storm. "You won nothing."

"You don't scare me," the stranger retorted, defiance flickering in his eyes, but there was a tremor in his voice that betrayed his bravado. "I know who you are. You're just a bunch of scavengers."

Moe's laugh echoed through the silence, a chilling sound that seemed to resonate with the hollow structures around them. "Is that what you think? Is that the tale you've spun for yourself? We're more than scavengers. We're survivors."

Moe was in front of him now, the difference in their height and the hard set of his jaw casting a formidable shadow over the stranger. The smug grin had disappeared, replaced by a hesitant frown that tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"You've got no idea what you've done, do you?" Moe's voice was cold, his words a stark warning. His body language shifted from anger to a kind of resigned fury, one that filled the stranger's eyes with palpable terror. "You've made a gamble, stranger, and it's one you've lost."

As Moe's words hung in the air, he continued, his voice never wavering, "I've seen my parents murdered in front of me. I've found and lost new fathers and brothers. I've killed men to save myself, and I've killed men to save others. Do you know what that does to a man? The scars it leaves behind?"

The stranger said nothing, his previously defiant gaze now dropped to the ground. Moe continued, his voice a chilling whisper against the quiet air of the abandoned colony, "You think you're some threat to me? You're less than the dirt beneath my boots. You're nothing but a cheater, a coward."

The silence following his words was deafening. The air seemed to chill as Moe stared down at the man, his gaze as cold as the star-studded void above them. The stranger, once defiant and cocky, now seemed small and insignificant.

Moe leaned in, his voice as cold and unforgiving as the space they travelled. "You will tell us what we want to know," he ordered, the command in his tone leaving no room for refusal. "Because if you don't, I promise you, the next race you'll be running is against the Reaper."

The words echoed in the empty space around them, a chilling promise that froze the stranger in his tracks. His bluff had been called, and now he was left to face the harsh reality of his situation. His arrogance had brought him face to face with the Voidrunner, and it was a lesson he wouldn't forget anytime soon.