After walking out of Dynamo, Turf's father did not look back. The company that once felt like family had turned into a nest of greed. But he was not broken. He was rich, respected, and above all—free.Instead of returning to the world of cold boardrooms and shallow applause, he turned his eyes to something greater. On their own land, a wide stretch of green hills outside London, he laid the first stones of his dream. There, with his son Tarus by his side, he would build something Dynamo could never touch.
A car company that carried not greed, but pride.
A garage that was not a cage, but a temple for machines.
A family name that would roar louder than the world's giants.
He called it Hornet.
The Beginning:
At first, it was only a large garage on their estate—polished floors, steel walls, and rows of tools. But inside that garage, sparks flew. Turf's father designed engines day and night, drawing inspiration from the sting of a hornet: small but fast, sleek but deadly, light but powerful.The first Hornet prototype was unlike anything Dynamo had ever dared to create. Its body was aerodynamic, black and gold, shining like the insect it was named after. Its engine purred with strength, but it was also safe, balanced, and efficient. It wasn't just built for the market. It was built with care.Young Tarus, though still a boy, grew up with oil on his hands and fire in his heart. While his father handled the engineering, Tarus handled the spirit—testing models, giving design ideas, and imagining races where Hornet cars would one day leave rivals in the dust.
The Name That Stung:
The name Hornet spread quickly. People whispered about it at car shows, about the ex-Dynamo engineer building something new. Collectors and racers started visiting their estate, some to admire, some to doubt. But when the first Hornet roared to life on the test track, doubt turned into silence.It was faster than Dynamo's models. Safer than anything on the market. Sleek, sharp, a machine that looked alive. The world began to take notice. Dynamo fumed, calling it a "garage project," but they could not hide their fear. A hornet was small, yes—but one sting could bring even a giant to its knees.
A Father and a Son:
For Tarus, Hornet was more than just cars. It was time with his father. It was learning the heart of machines, learning the discipline of patience, and the joy of speed. Nights in the garage smelled of oil and steel, filled with the sound of engines and the low voice of his father teaching him:
Father: "Engines are like people, son. If you respect them, they will carry you far. If you abuse them, they will turn on you. Never forget—the trust of a machine is as sacred as the trust of a human."
Those words became Tarus's compass, long before he stepped into his robotic suit, long before the world knew him as Turf Neuro Titan.
Legacy in Motion:
Hornet grew. What began as one garage became a company. Wealth poured in, but this time it was clean wealth, built on innovation and honesty. Customers trusted Hornet because Hornet cars never betrayed their drivers. They were fast, reliable, and alive with the soul of their creators.For Turf, Hornet was more than a company. It was a memory carved into steel—the story of a father who walked away from power to build something better, and of a son who grew up watching that courage.And when Turf later faced battles with demons and shadows, he remembered the name that stung the giants: Hornet.Because in every fight, in every challenge, the spirit of Hornet was with him—small but fierce, fast but precise, underestimated but unforgettable.Hornet got a group of members who were honest and loyal towards Pearce.