The trip to the Faroese Islands was a trip that had bore more significance than either Kimberly or Ross would've ever thought. Kimberly was only a short time away from becoming thirty years old. As much fun as she was having with her cars, she knew that it wouldn't be something she could do for much longer. Cars, racing, and pure adrenaline made up a lot of who Kimberly was as a person. Her whole life wouldn't be what it was today if it wasn't for these very machines that she was driving. That didn't mean that the risk that came with keeping up her lifestyle went away. The hobbies she enjoyed were dangerous from top to bottom. However, it also meant that she wouldn't have had the privilege of being the mother of two, soon to be three children. There was a lot for her to consider. But when it came down to it, the choice she had to make was far from a difficult decision, and one she would never, ever regret. At the end of the day, Kimberly prioritized her family over anything else. She had no intention of leaving her kids behind and without their mother. 

Returning to their home in Southern California, it didn't take long for Kimberly to reaffirm her decision and commit to it. Seeing her daughters and learning that they had another little one along the way had only confirmed that Kimberly was, in fact, making the correct decision for her family and herself. No longer would she hit the streets across the world and tear her way through them. Much like those streets, that was merely dust in her mirror as she looked forward to her future. There was more she was responsible for. Now removed from street racing, there was still many uses and places for a woman with Kimberly's talents. Kimberly still had the know-how and experience to keep herself relevant in the realm of cars, and even racing. It didn't take long for her to put her many years of expertise and knowledge to good use. 

[right][i]A couple of years later...
Los Angeles, California, USA.[/i][/right]

"Well Crofty, you know what I've always said about the grid needing some fresh new faces. Sure, we've got our Mercedes and our Renaults and even our Racing Points, but nevertheless there's always room for new faces, especially now!"

"Right you are, Martin. Last time we saw a new team on the grid was 2016 - with Haas coming in. Now, we've some more American infusion. We're live from Los Angeles for the debut of the newest team on the grid: Valkyrie Racing, with a variety of fresh faces in Formula One! In just a matter of a few minutes, we will be joined by Team Principal Kimberly Rossi, and drivers Kasumi Brown and Hugo Olivera, both rookies fresh from Formula 2."

Kimberly stood idly by outside backstage in which their debut press conference was to be held. Her hands were on her hips, eyes behind glasses as she looked around her surroundings. She knew there were many faces in the crowd today, including people like Will Buxton and Ted Kravitz. It was an exhilarating prospect, but one that also had Kimberly at least a little bit nervous. It'd been a while since Kimberly was in a press conference. Looking at her drivers, however, they didn't seem fazed at all. That was typical, considering their career backgrounds and the fact they've been in the game for a while now. Surely, this must've been nothing for them at all.

"Mrs. Rossi, Ms. Brown, and Mr. Olivera, we've got a minute until you guys are up." A stagehand said, before leading the team representatives up to the ramp that lead to the stage. "I'll count you off and lead you guys out." The stagehand said, holding out a hand to stop them just before. Looking back and looking at various cues, the stagehand nodded, before continuing to hold her hand out. "Alright... ten... nine... eight..." She trailed on. Kimberly took a deep breath, trying to get the last minute jitters out of her. The stagehand switched to a silent count, putting her last five fingers down one-by-one, before putting her hand down and guiding Kimberly, Kasumi, and Hugo outside.

[i][b]"And now introducing: CASTROL Valkyrie Racing!"[/b][/i]

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Ellie Dorian had sat in her living room, sighing and exhaling as deep as she could as she tried to relax. After years and years of pumping out content that never failed to satisfy and satiate people's adrenaline fixes, Ellie had announced that she was to take a hiatus from producing her usual content for a while some time ago. Even the best of content producers suffered from burnout, and boy, did Ellie have it bad. She couldn't find the appeal behind doing what she loved for a bit. It felt more like a chore than it did an activity she did to free herself from the chains of the world, the weight of all that was of this Earth.

Ellie had spent the majority of her hiatus in her Vancouver home, only leaving from time to time to get groceries, eat out, see friends, or just take in the outdoors to prevent her from going stir-crazy. However, that didn't mean Ellie's internet presence was completely gone. She knew she still had fans to tend to, and if she wanted to hit the ground running after her hiatus, that meant she had to keep something of a presence. That was when she discovered Twitch streaming, and she would stream herself playing various video games on there from time to time, even if she wasn't exactly the best at it.

Currently was an off-day altogether. It was just a day for her to hang out and lounge around and be lazy. Shuffling around her house in her pajamas, she had a cup of coffee in her hands, still steaming as she set her breakfast down and sat down, turning on the TV to see what was going on for the day. It was the same old Vancouver fluff, stuff that wouldn't matter in a few days. The same old. Ellie was stabbing at her waffles, before she heard her phone ring. Well, that was interesting. Who could be calling at this early in the morning? Ellie looked down to see who was calling, only to see a rather familiar name. She instantly picked up the call, putting the phone to her ear and letting the the person on the other side of the line say what they had to say.

"An opportunity, you say? Tell me more."

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Another season, another car to drive. Gina, at this point in time, had enough seasons in GT3 racing to no longer be considered a rookie, but a veteran, instead. In her time as a driver, she had quickly established herself as a hot commodity and had quickly gotten herself into the mix fighting for wins on a constant basis. She was a force to be reckoned with, known for her top notch racecraft and her fearless overtakes that not many other people would even dare to try to manage.

Currently, Gina was in the paddock for her team, ready to head out to practice and kick off yet another season with the GT3 cars. There was a new car in the paddock for this season. This season, the team had finally switched from their Acura NSX into a Porsche 911 GT3 R, thinking it would be more suitable for the team as a whole compared to the heavier Acura in comparison. Gina certainly had no complaints about it. 

Soon enough, it was time to get into the car, in which Gina was glad to do so. Climbing inside the Porsche, she quickly strapped herself in, securing all the belts, bells, and whistles before the engineers came in and did the extra security checks to make sure she was safe. She could soon hear her engineer come in on the radio. "Comms check." The engineer said, tweaking some things with his equipment as he waited for Gina to respond.

"Check. I read you." Gina said, as the car roared to life.


[center][h2]THE END[/h2][/center]