[h2[h2] [centre] [color=f6989d]Marinalia (Romus) Olympus[/color] [/centre] [/h2] [h3] [centre] & [/centre] [/h3] [h2] [centre] [color=6ecff6]Victoria [i]Darya[/i] Romus[/color][/centre] [/h2] [color=c4df9b][h3] [centre]Old Harbour . Sunday early Morning, Race main stands, Pit lane, Lunch time. [/centre] [/h3] [/color] [hr] Marilania watched the preparations from the pit lane, the screens and radios displaying a complex array of times, lines, marks and systems she could barely understand despite being able to fly a 10,000 horse power cargo aircraft. Joking to one of crew about and starting to feel better around the quiet and profeshinal race crew. It felt so much more like flying. Thr one section she did get was the power and brake lines, the split times and ghost laps. [i][color=f6989d]I can fly a Cargo plane, medium lift helicopter and this lot... Is more complicated than that it seems! [/color][/i] The screens and data incoming was more akin to a fighter jet or advanced video game than a race car. Watching the crew do there final checks drinking a coffee, coming down here was definitely the right choice. Pulling on the race team jacket she had borrowed, the wind would be howling through here propelled by thousands of horsepower soon ernough. Watching out, in thr busy pit lane as the heavy energetic music hammered out constantly, not to her taste but thr team seemed to love it as they prepared the mechanical monster of a race car sat there for its finest hour. Along the row many others where in similar states, engines exposed or covers being bolted down, and tyres warmed up or sat in cradles. Not even the helicopters got this level of care. Seeing Joel walk down she waves over and saw him in full race suit, half off for heat if anything like a flight suit and surprisingly in a almost gentlemanly way, offered her a arm. The idea of the TV crews after that morning was a a little scary and her grey eyes registered a certain fear before blinking to normal. It was just business, just business. If anything else, her grandfather had long taught her business was just acting with different kinds of money involved. [i][color=f6989d]TV, beauty and the beast? Anyone for the talking candle stick?. London, unique choice of music... I grew up on outskirts, its no Bleniam Palace, or Chatsworth, but its a nice home. [/color][/i] Joking slightly and touching up her makeup in a small portable mirror for TV, if she was going to be live, least she could do was look good. Shaken up or not earlier and hiding from the busy stands, she still had her little bit of pride. Thr metal core, heavy music was there thing, she preferred somthing abit more dancey, and club style than the heavy duty stuff they had hammering out. Taking his arm and smiling slightly, she felt like she was safer down here. They where more intrested in there work than her. [i][color=f6989d]Ready, chins up, smiles on, let the hunger games begin. The Capital demands it tribute. [/color][/i] Mixing up a few quotes and heading to face the media, her badge dangling visabley round her neck in sponsorship colours, how she managed to get onto the pit lane and marked with a small copy the Olympus heavy industries logo. Everyone had some form of a pass, press, crews, sponsors and fans. Diffrent colours meant diffrent access. Seeing the camera's and media set up she tightened her grip on Joels arm, old nerves and the days shocks masked by layers of make up and mental walls, but definitely not gone, and still very much thr nervous, and shaken woman from the morning, just hidden by a cool and collected outer shell. [hr] Victoria smiled and watched the track as they brought the entertainment and music hammered put on the main stands. From above she could see them readying cars, some being rolled onto the grid and prepared for the race. Multiple brightly coloured and team coloured machines lined up in rows and set start positions. Each one massively expensive and custom made. Going noticed, but unnoticed as everyone passed by the young pale woman watched quietly as the various business staff managed to do there thing and cards, contacts and such where exchanged. Mostly talking in Russian with Ivan who was more bothered about Victoria than the business leaving that to Vesarian and the Olympus family. Concerned about Marilania but knowing she needed space, she nervously checked her phone and could head down later if needed. Right now she had to play her part in the "show", everyone knew business was business. Marla waved and headed off, she had never been a fan of car racing after managing to lose her left leg in a car crash when she was younger. After that the idea of people racing and risking things was not exactly a favorite. After checking on the party, despite all the people working on it, she always made sure things where ready anyway personally. Maybe time allowed go for a jog, the mayor had asked someone head out and pass on a invitation at some building, and she could always make it into a route. [i][color=bc8dbf]see you later, you know me and racing, never quite freinds. [/color][/i] Heading off leaving her older sister Maria, Maxamillion, Mike, Milo her husband and thr Romus party to there race. 5'6 and tallest of the three M's as some names Marla, Maria and Marilania. Long blonde hair wirh ice blue highlights and matching eye colour was fairly striking. A gold and platinum bracelet engraved with a serris of dates, Wedding, anaversey and her young sons birthday had always dangled off her wrist for years. A diamond ring and gold band on other side. Left leg replaced including the knee with a modern powered replacement, the servos where far more comfortable than the clunky versions she had before and much less obvious meaning she could run, walk and pass for a person with a real leg long as you not look too close. Maria waved her off, seeming to look to Vesarian. Everyone seemed to wonder when they would finally act on the hints. Unknown to her there was a bet that they would finaly at the gala and most family where in on it. Shorter than her sister, 5'4 and golden blonde with almost gold eyes. More athletic and a former swimmer in her youth, the similarity with her daughter was quite evident and did not pass unnoticed. Vesarian sighed internally, he hated the business side much more happy at the helm of a ship than shaking hands n pleasentrys. Victoria was fine, though his older daughter had his mind concerned. Finding out about the assult had greatly enraged him. Thr amount of snakes in the city, its shining facade hid a rotten core as bad as worst ports he visited. A overly long glance at Maria, a returned smile. The two had gone a along way in the past decades, he had gone from a feckless father who abdonned her, to a while different man after Victoria had come along. Ivan had taken her as a 2nd daughter, at least he knew his rather bulky life long freind would keep her perfectly safe this weekend whatever happened. The Gala had gone through a dozen security revisions and upgrades over past few weeks hearing of gangs of bikers, people drugging women and trashing events with impunity. Not on there watch, not this time. [hr] Finding time before she had to be at the Gala, the various staff she needed to meet with would not be ready for a few hours Marla grabbed a small backpack, changing into shorts and a light fitted top. throwing a zipped track jacket with Olympus Heavy Industries logo mixed with the medical symbol. A trained Trauma Surgeon she was head of the onsite small hospital. Being a industrial shipyard it was dangerous and risks high, the Hospital was not cheap but many lives and limbs had been saved by direct and decisive medical intervention. Heading out, most her artificial leg visable, but what was the point hiding it, she had tried when she was younger but pretending it never existed was futile. might as well be honest about it and just ignore the comments. [hider=Leg tech] [img]https://www.sciencenews.org/sites/default/files/images/sci_roboleg%20goldfarb_500.jpg[/img] [/hider] Heading over at a steady pace that the servo's allowed, still experimental the tech was not entirely refined or capable as a fully organic limb yet. Arriving at the building, Sol City Rescue Squad, and looking about knocking on the office window inside the glass doors. With a crisp British accent, shouting up not wanting to invade too far inside. [i][color=bc8dbf]Hey, anyone about? Mayor asked me to deliver something over, your. Organisation got invited over to one of the main parties this evening tied to race. Im from one of the race team sponsors representatives, Dr Marla, Olympus, Olympus Heavy Engineering. Free to come up? or someone headed down? [/color][/i] Pulling backpack off shoulders and drinking from a water bottle as well as digging out a few letters and invites in neat hand written envelopes. Stood in the entrance she looked round, obviously more of a work building, garages, upper levels must be something to do with staff and storage. Greeting a woman, older who headed out a side way, somewhat stern, and in work gear, Marla in shorts and track top with light jacket. somewhat displaying her somewhat more top heavy figure. Her glinting bracelet ever present bar when she needed for medical reasons, though she had taken off the cut diamond necklace, currently locked in her hotel safe. Handing over the tickets and info, why could it not be a guy, would of been easier to sell... Ice blue eyes looking round, she made a quick estimate the woman was fairly straight up and not hung up on pleasantries. [i][color=bc8dbf]Hello, Dr Marla Olympus, your team got invited to the Gala at City hall as i said, im from the sponsor company, Mayor seemed wanted them delivered by hand for some reason. everything in the pack, tickets, times, dress codes and the security notes etc. [/color][/i] [hr] [@Pilatus] [hr]