[center][h2]Friday june 4th, 2094
Principality of Monaco[/h2][h3]La Phénix[/h3][/center]”Bad form!”
[color=#1EFF24]”No points!”[/color]
“Haul him up and try again!”
The jeers carried across to the Aurora Borealis as the harbor officer backstroked away from the Nordic Call ship in case some of the pirates that just made him walk the plank decided to finish him off with a beer bottle, answered by someone calling out for them to throw someone off of their boat in return.
“We should’ve asked Paul for his score cards from Italy.” Jenny snickered from beneath her short mop of hair in Fitzroy’s red-white-black, both Brits lounging in deck chairs on La Phénix’ sun deck and trading stories from the previous year when they were interrupted, first by the drunken shenanigans across the marina and then by a voice from below.

[quote][color=orange]”Hey, Beatrix! Get over here!”[/color][/quote]
And that was how she found herself watching action movie scenes and chatting military and security hardware with, of all people, Kais Zenix and Keira Weaver. One who used to use the stuff, one who had a surprising amount of knowledge about the stuff - maybe Bea should see if there was some opportunity for Pridwen Solutions in there - and one who had all the behind the scenes tea due to her grandfather and to a certain extent father making some of the stuff. At first she thought Kais was just trying to ditch the actress and bail and Bea came to mind because she was a fan of hers, but upon reaching the duo it looked like he was genuinely having fun. Well, as much as a mortal could read Kais anyway, but that whole interaction certainly wasn’t on her bingo card for the evening.

[hr][color=gold][center][h1][i][b]DELTΔ HYPER[/b][/i][/h1][/center][/color][color=gold][center][h2][i][b]Episode Seven: Roll the Dice[/b][/i][/h2][/center][/color]
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[quote]”So tell me, what's it like in that moment? You're on the grid, ready to go. We can see through your eyes or near to it in the TV feed, almost feel the sweat on your brow and how you feel through the neural link. But what's going through your mind before you hit the throttle when the lights go out?”[/quote]
[color=#1EFF24]”My inner monologue actually gets recorded unless I try to not have it happen thanks to the laryngophones I use, so for a comprehensive answer to that question you can head on over to my socials to get an uncensored version of it. But it’s nothing that interesting. You’re focusing on the lights, on the first corner and the ships ahead.”[/color] She grinned as the footage faded to black…

[hr][center][h2]Sunday June 6th, 2094, 13:59
Principality of Monaco[/h2][h3]Before the race[/h3][/center]...And cut to the view from Bea’s helmet camera bobbing side to side in rhythm as the pilots were lined up on the grid.
[color=#1EFF24][i]’Piracy’s a crime, and crime doesn’t pay;
So we go home poor at the end of the day.
But I’d rather live my life in rags;
Than be chained to a desk with a wife that’s a hag.

We live each day like there’s nothing to lose;
But a man has needs, and that need is booze.
They say all the best things in life are free;
So give all your beer and your rum to me.’[/i][/color]
[color=#129914]”Twenty seconds.”[/color]
[color=#1EFF24]”Twenty, got it.”[/color] She confirmed through the radio.
[color=#1EFF24][i]’45 minutes, let this be over quickly. I can’t wait for Silverst- Aaand now my nose is itching. Bloody Hell. Stop! Bastard.’[/i][/color] She shook her head, [color=#1EFF24][i]’Alright, breathing liquid can scratch an itch. The more you know.’[/i][/color]
[color=#129914]”Fifteen seconds.”[/color]
[color=#1EFF24]”Fifteen seconds.”[/color] Bea turned to look at Layla’s ship ahead of her.
[color=#1EFF24][i]’That Al-Saqr livery does look great though. I wonder what special liv- Is that a papier-mâché bust of Dorian in the grandstand? Fuck me, it’s the size of a smart car, that- haha! Oh, that is horrifying. That thing will haunt my dreams. Ah, who knows? Maybe this will be better this year. Bloody itch is back, piss off!’[/i][/color]
[color=#129914]”Ten.”[/color]
[color=#1EFF24][i]’Nine… Eight… Seven… Six…’[/i][/color]

[color=#129914]”Green!”[/color]

[hr][color=gold][center][h1][i][b]DELTΔ HYPER[/b][/i][/h1][/center][/color][color=gold][center][h2][i][b]Episode Seven: Roll the Dice[/b][/i][/h2][/center][/color]
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Cut back to the interview.
[color=#1EFF24]”You hate the moment because it’s so easy to get wrong, but love the 45 minutes that come after it. For the most part.”[/color]

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