[b][centre][h1]Interlude. Bellatrix Olympus. Nordic. Busy. Busy. All things ahead full.[/h1][/centre][/b] [Centre][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1266466586680754241/1456071127905468446/unnamed_15_6.jpg?ex=69570769&is=6955b5e9&hm=50bf360ed713bb4b101f0c4f1c7ab05e53e368096470c386a04fc14a1d107386&[/img][/centre] .... [b][h2][centre][color=fff200]Delta Hyper dressing room.[/color][/centre][/h2] [/b] … [b][color=ec008c]Bellatrix outfit.[/color][/b] [hider=Image.] [img]https://product-images-cdn.liketoknow.it/iTEoIzKyWx7WTitEnrS2M9v5vqwtAsIy2oYl3X.lC48r10v99oN0Qivov.wJm9tNrLrUsNHOdunNdqxilxOAGMNwPiex0zhDmxMqZisVukf2N9DAf8d84S8ztSkb759e47kBqB90Uq3wK6VOoJfOp5Cb5GZDjZbUFOLwxIeXElguPuUvT0q28fwlJH4-?v=0&auto=format&fm=webp&w=450&q=80&dpr=3 [/img] [/hider] Bellatrix was trying not to pace as her Social media manager Ren went though the points they wanted to raise immaculately dressed and drinking coffee while Bellatrix was having the last touches made to her make up under the French woman's strict and direct guidelines. “A little more pink, she lives in Wales, we need to give this woman some colour.” she said in a very Parisian accent that something as banal and minor as Lipstick colour to her was a vital strategic decision. She had broken out into French several times as they planned this, the whole big debut and they had less notice than would have liked thanks to circumstances. [color=ec008c]“Ren, you're worse than me, I'm dressed up, you have me in diamonds and in heels, I look elegant.”[/color] Bellatrix said with friendly exasperation, her media manager was highly strung at times, Ren was indeed dressed in a long white skirt, a figure shaping black top and wearing a rather dramatic bracelet of diamonds and sapphires from 1920's she had inherited. The French woman just shook her head and paced instead leaving heel marks in the soft carpet, this woman only ever wore heels unless utterly could not. Her 5 '8 was usually more than 5' 10 on any given day. “Yes, you look like a proper lady for once, ma petit bella, even if you are tall as teenager. That was below the knee, but it works as a midi." Bellatrix gave her a mock glare and laughed as the make up artist just left them be, she heard many many things, but did not comment or reveal. That is why she was paid the amount she was by Delta Hyper. [color=ec008c]“Drink Ren, champagne. Drink it. Relax, your Paris is showing”[/color] Ren said as she forced the champagne glass to the tall woman who looked like was handed a bomb. “It's English… your Wales is showing ma belle.” But Ren did drink and they moved slowly to move business topics and goals. [color=ec008c]“And I asked for it. You have my heels? The Italian black ones…”[/color] Bellatrix asked as the make-up artist began to pack up her stuff, all done, hopefully Astrid was done too so no little fixes needed. [color=ec008c]“We need some pics for my Instagram, fan pages… too.”[/color] “Yes, Channel, Lubattons, at least they are European. You think I forgot, you wounded me.” Florence said with far too much drama than needed as she did the catch effortlessly and helped Bellatrix to her feet, handing her matching bag and nodding at her work. “Ma Belle, you are ready. We walk.” The French woman merely looped an arm with the small English woman and they headed clicking stiletto taps audibly to her fate. … [b][h2][centre][color=fff200]Delta Hyper Studio[/color][/centre][/h2] [/b] … Oh Bellatrix knew what Florence did. It worked and she did not blame her one bit for her actions. She paid her rather a lot of money because Florence Dubois was one of the best. Mentally going over her cues and her things she had to include she paused on the edge. Nerves, fear… what if she tripped, in a skirt and heels no less, on her debut. But that was burned away by determination and quiet confidence. One click, another, repeat and she stepped carefully onto the Delta Hyper set taking the main seat with care to avoid the soft fluffy minefield of carpet. The Universe did not hate her and she sat seeming naturally confident and calm even her insides felt like fire. But fire could be used to help, not hinder … [quote]"Bellatrix Olympus, welcome to Delta Hyper! Would you like to introduce yourself to the viewers at home, as the newest member of the grid, and a brand new pilot at Nordic Call?" Aurora asked, awaiting her first response, before asking another question. The brown-haired presenter sat across from Trixie, letting her take the central spot on the sofa, in dominant view, the entire world looking upon her. (Quote)[/quote] [color=ed145b]“Thank you Aurora, it's a pleasure to be here and hello to all viewing from close and afar.”[/color] She opened with the practiced line, making the audience feel the connection and part of the room. Carrying on from the pause easily and naturally with the flow. [color=ec008c]“I'm Bellatrix Olympus Rokus Draken, but you know that. I'm sure the Nordic IT guy loved it.”[/color] She added with an easy smile. [color=ec008c]“Im proud to be chosen. It's a great responsibility and also an amazing opportunity too, Thankyou Blue Sheep for supporting my Junior Career and for Nordic Call for giving me a chance.”[/color] [color=ec008c]“I finally may”[/color] she paused. [color=ec008c]“To my Saplings, there's nothing stopping you being up here or any stage one day and to the Parents, we do appreciate the many hours you spent waiting by cold track sides and leaky pit tents.”[/color] Bellatrix finished on an up and well, if she helped her own brand a little while they used her to help Delta Hyper. Fair trade. [quote]This was the pressure of it all, and she had all eyes to her, for the last five races of the year. Other rookies had come in and snatched points. Now she had to show if she could. ( "We're hearing a lot of good things about you from your Junior career, and in that montage, we saw quite a lot of what you got up to. Tell me, what do you think you can do with Nordic Call, for the rest of this season? How are you looking forward to working with Astrid- a famous party-goer, and infamously, a pilot of few words?" Aurora asked many questions, but the audience was clearly looking for answers. (Quote)[/quote] [color=ec008c]“Many good things, apart from that crash at Lunar, trust me it hurt. I was closing in on the top 3 for points again.”[/color] She said lightly and turned the down swing into a light joke and moved swiftly on. [color=ec008c]“Honestly, I have a few races, a new ship, a new team, I believe we can get things moving in the right direction though, and be much stronger for next year. Real progress is slower, but worth it.”[/color] Bellatrix did not hide, she was running uphill joining mid season, no testing phase, no acclimatise or time to get to really know things. But challenges always inspired Bellatrix. [color=ec008c]“Astrid, my new team mate, I'm sure I can learn from her and actions speak a lot louder, so I'll have to prove myself in my ship on the race track.”[/color] Bellatrix glanced over and got a mostly thumbs up from Florence who was gesturing her not to stop. She had a good thing going. [color=ec008c]“She has had a decent season even with a harder car to fight the pack against the odds.”[/color] It was a choice not to mention her former pilot. She was not going to degrade the man, but they had taken a rookie from juniors then kept him on for the rest of the race… You could do the maths yourself. If they wanted to add it up they could but she would not do the work for them. [quote]The camera cut to Astrid, sitting at the same sofa, in a separate cut. "Trixie is.....unexpected. I had a feeling there was a change coming. But we will see. AG is hard. And results for us are harder to come by. I hope she understands the challenge." Astrid did not normally come out with more than a few words. So she clearly had put time, thought and weight behind these. (Quotes)[/quote] [color=ec008c]“Good unexpected i hope to show.”[/color] Bellatrix added a little cheekily at the end but politely. She had to show confidence! She was not just a wall flower. … The interview winded through a few other smaller topics with questions for both, media padding and bonus content, they had their main content and the Media was fed their pound of flesh. … [b][h2][centre] Nordic Call Factory[/centre][/h2] [/b] … Bella entered the very tidy lobby and in short order had found herself in a rather fancy office area where the execs and so lived with a cool efficiency and quiet highly organised staff. Everything so far has been quietly productive, professional and without much drama. She found many of the staff were local which made sense. Especially when it was a major Swedish company supporting racing outfits. Astrid, the team principal and so were present right now, she had not met him yet and dealt only with the teams General manager in her first conversations. He ran the day to day, this man ran the team's direction and big decisions as a whole. [color=ec008c]“Good afternoon, you call this cold mild?. We met at Delta Hypers studio. Though Florence had me quite busy before and after.”[/color] Bellatrix said and guessed she should have to get used to her team mate being the quiet, very quiet one of her racing team mates she had since joining Junior AG. She did not express much at all, more like a living wall. The smaller British woman took her hand freely and gratefully. Her social media manager had her fully taking advantage of the opportunity. She had met some useful people and pushed her Sapling project a little more forward. She paused, everyone's eyes seemed to be on her. She was expected to make a decision… a test? Or just wondering what her priorities were? [color=ec008c]“Medical. My augments are tricky, and it might limit what can be done before the season is over… Prototype tech, Mars Inc. You need to ask them for help.”[/color] To explain, she snaked 2 of her little mechanical tentacles out and one interacted with her arm and the other used to move a hair out her eye. [color=ec008c]“It took a little practice.”[/color] Bellatrix said as she sat down and used the mechanical appendage to open her jacket. “As expected, we will see if we can do a good neural update for the ship and our systems, custom builds, fine by me. Well, let's burn some midnight oil, tell them this is top priority. Before Australia. Afterwards, see what else is best.” The team Principle was resigned to the rushed nature that he had to pull off. They could not do a major change before the race but they could get Bellatrix with all she needed for top flight racing and most important. Safety. “Head over to the nerd herd for ID after, get you fully signed in and Astrid, can you take Bellatrix over to the production level, get her to see the controls and show how a Junior and a top level ship differ.”, The team Principal made a clear decision and a basic plan. “Simulations, books, whatever else you think of. Don't be late.” The few words Astrid said with clear tone that she expected no one to mess with her schedule. Party girl was a serious pilot and serious about racing. Serious about drinking too, she was proud of her own gin, it had taken a lot of work to get it right. [color=ec008c]“I'll be early Astrid, but realistically, the first race I cannot in good faith promise anything. I know the field, but not been in the thick of it. It's a huge difference.”[/color] Bellatrix said as the group managed their expectations. Changing pilot mid season was never easy, and especially not on a down turn. “That works for me, challenge them, slow them down. Mess with their strategy. If we can get ours in and theirs out points, do it..” The Principle looked at them both more seriously and pinned them in place. “I know we cannot guarantee a trophy. I know our car is behind the curve and we're gonna work hard to change that. I need you two ladies to work as a team, help each other, if we cannot beat them on pure tech.” The man turned to his PA. “Tell the pit managers, race planners, I want new plans, new ideas for Australia, we have a new pilot, play to her and Astrid strength, she is not Bjorn. They underestimated us, two ships' tactics might change the odds. We have a spare 2094 test ship part built, that's Bellatixs. We might need some modifications. Blue Sheep agreed to send us some data to help.” He already knew it would need some extra weight to be in race compliance, Bellatrix was 5 foot nothing and much lighter than Bjorn. “Astrid, your call is on track, but do not waste Bellatrix, she green yes, but a solid Junior pilot, everyone in strategy thinks you make a strong team.” He was risking a lot on these two working together, his car was slow, his driver, fired, and replaced. He needed a new idea and this was the change they would try. “No pressure.” Astrid said cool as ice but no disrespect, just Astrid. [color=ec008c]“Who needs sleep. My skin yes.?”[/color] Bellatrix replied with an easy charm, but she would put the work in. “Then off you go. Team meeting, strategy, 30 minutes. Get everyone.” The team's Principal said as he put action to words. …. [b][h3][centre]Media.[/centre][/h3] [/b] [centre][img]https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQQCZ_NHhIFkrYj5fXRfSFQz6785LEFejIXG9hvotexYao328miOAVDpgAq&s=10[/img][/centre] [b]Racing Holo post. New Pilot for Nordic Call. Will it change their season?[/b] [i]“Nordic call have taken on a Junior AG pilot, Bellatrix Olympus…” [/i] [b]Comment feed.[/b] [i]What. Give Bjorn a chance. #team Bjorn# She is fast, team Trixie, and that skirt. Where can I buy it? Gonna watch, need some fresh Pilots. She races boring, but she did well in Junior AG. Deleted. TOS breach. Creepy bastard. Someone's already got a fanfic. Astrabell shipping. AO3. Bloody fanfic writers faster than Amy. Nordic are taking a big risk, but the seasons are already a bust. Why not? Beatrix. Bellatrix. Wanna see commentators do this one. Deleted. Spam Is Astrid some kind of Norse spirit of depression … Viking immortal shield maiden, totally. Don,t give the conspiracy nuts ideas. Too late. I'm making a YouTube video right now. Dammit. I asked on Twitter if Bellatrix would race in Australia. I started a war. Rome is aflame. Thousands are dead. 37 bots now discussing why frogs are gay. Twitter has been like that since 2025. Check out Instagram. *link* Oh! Is that new merch? She just joined! Days ago. Give it a week. Chapter 2. For love of racing. Out. 3 out tomorrow. Damn you Loki275. Can you not ship for once. But you read it. No. Shipping is life. How fast do you type… Yes.[/i] … [b][h3][centre]Messages and Calls.[/centre][/h3] [/b] [Centre][img]https://static.vecteezy.com/system/resources/previews/036/269/966/non_2x/phone-call-icon-answer-accept-call-icon-with-green-button-contact-us-telephone-sign-yes-button-incoming-call-icon-vector.jpg[/img][/centre] [b]Ren[/b]: what's with the no pick up. Got news ma belle. [b]Bella[/b]. Busy, new driver, new ship, IT guy hates me as normal. [b]Ren[/b]. Well read your email. From me. [b]Bella[/b]. Obviously… Junior Gala, it's normal, I'll attend if I can. [b]Ren[/b]. No, Ma belle. Oh you simple soul. As you got busy… call me, we talk this out. [b]Bella[/b]. 10 mins, quick notes? [b]Ren[/b]. Fine, you have to attend, it looks good for them to see a pilot go up tiers. You attend voluntold. [b]Bella[/b]. You coming with me then, no date remember now, as if they would… might as well scare creeps off being tall and French. [b]Ren[/b]. Ooh! I'm dressing you. I'm a scary Tall French lady. Deal Breaker. [b]Bella[/b]. I surrender, Blue? Paris shopping, grand hotel champ…le… central? [b]Ren[/b]. *plotting gif* Oh! You're getting some class. [b]Bella[/b]. *scarused gif* [b]Ren[/b]. Oh you do know me. Call? [b]Bella[/b]. 5 mins, just 5 mins, need coffee. Ran out of sugar :( [b]Ren[/b]. Oh poor you miss a rich girl. [b]Bella[/b]. Says the Parisian with a family chateau. … Many group chat notifications later, Bellatrix swatted most aside and out the way seeing she had been added to way too many things in the last few hours. Pilots lounge? Wait…was that team or….? “Your sugar miss Olympus.” An admin pulled some out a draw with a conspiratorial grin. “Damn health nuts don't get it all.” [color=ec008c]“Our secret! Thanks.”[/color] She said and would not forget that little kindness. … [color=ec008c]“Yes…yes… Ren, let me wake up, look I'm super busy, call home, ask Arthur to arrange for Jake to get over here. ASAP.”[/color] She said as she drank coffee, waved off someone trying to bother her and talked at the same time. Chaos. Was her life now.