Racing Stripe Collection

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Racing Stripe Collection is a set of Rare Plane Variants.

Image Name Class Description
Tusker Assault This is what happens when a crew of good old birds with a machine shop discover a pirate's stash of 1835 LeTigre Absinthe. Smashing.
Endurance Medic Medic What good is a dead medic? Balance the risk of saving this one life against the long years ahead where you might save a thousand lives.
Spirit of Saint Leonardo Old Faithful The wings on this Old Faithful use an earlier construction method of stretching thin hides over finely carved fir spars. Agile. Flammable.
Glutton for Punishment Hog It takes a certain type to fly a plane designed to be pounded by enemy attacks. Sure, you say it's to protect your allies. Deep down though, a part of you likes it.
Shieldqueen Shieldmaiden An older woman is a force to be reckoned with. Only young idiots believe otherwise.
Hawk Raptor You'd think the hunt is about killing, but in reality, it's all in the waiting. Waiting and watching. Watching and waiting.
Speed Quad Quad It looks fast. Amazing what a little tin and a clever paint job can do.
Spray N' Pray Duster Mercy Williams wasn't the smartest duck in the pond. He was fond of saying 'Shoot them guns hard enough and yer bound to hit something.'
Lumberjack Paladin The burly birds of the Northern forests use these rigs to haul logs. Fueled by flapjacks.
Unidentified Merlin ***WARNING*** THE EXISTENCE OF THIS DEVICE IS CLASSIFIED. REPORT IMMEDIATELY TO DMO [NEED TO KNOW] FOR MINDWIPE
Specialist Engineer A master engineer selects the right tool for the job. Or dynamite. Both work, for varying definitions of 'work'.
Marauder Bandit In the western canyons, small bands eke out a harsh living preying on caravans. Fear the growing whine of an unseen sandbike.
Revel Knight Dagger Knight Come harvest time, we shroud our mecha with black, white and orange crepe and stand at attention in the town squares. Revelers dance with abandon, celebrating the abundance of summer and welcoming the ghostly dead of winter.
Old Timer Siege Tank Come middle age, you stand at the edge of a curious abyss. Not a straight plunge, but a soft slope going downward forever. If you trip, you will start to tumble and nothing will stop you.