[b][centre][h1] Bellatrix Olympus. Nordic. Pre Qual company Admin and pre race checks. 20-10-2094 [/h1][/centre][/b] [b][h2][centre][color=fff200]Nordic Call Factory[/color][/centre][/h2] [/b] [b][h3][centre][color=fff200]Marketing meeting. 20-10-2094[/color][/centre][/h3] [/b] “Look, I know you're all jet lagged and everyone's busy, but Marketing and print need answers before the deadline for the shoot, printers and so we can have them shipped ready for December limited release. “ A figure from Marketing came from a screen back in Sweden, several others floated as holo images and others were physically around a board room table in Australia, Sweden and one in London. “Fine. The sooner we can resolve this the better.” The Teams Principle said, annoyed by the distraction but they needed to quickly nail some details down. “Astrid, others we have nails down and planned, same with our pit series we plan. But we got a few open slots left and Bjorns dropped now, February is in hospital and August never was answered the first time round. “ Came back from one of the Marketing drones. Bellatrix rolled her eyes that she had to be here and a message telling her off camera from Ren but also agreeing this was a waste of half an hour for her. [color=ec008c]“Look, I get it. You want me to take at least one slot. Details.”[/color] Bellatrix dropped the polite english stereotype for upper class clipped and direct approach. Astrid nodded, “unless it involves me, I'm leaving.” And she left when no one said she was needed, that sorted that out as Ren pressed for more. “Yes, oh. You're including me now, I'm her social media manager and it fits with my plans.” Her French accent shows its Parisian and some of the less wholesome reputations of the city. “The suit. Remake the fan campaign.” One said from a screen that was rather small. [color=ec008c]“No.”[/color] Belaltrix said as soon as mentioned. “Sunmer. We do nice dress, team colours, or a fjord shot..” Ren answered back as she watched Bellatrix's not safe for work responses privately. “We need some sell, damn, come on. We already have others willing.” Drone 3 added. “And my clients not one of those,” Ren said back. “Bella. You go. I'll sort this out.” [color=ec008c]“Great, tasteful… no horny goblin stuff”[/color] Bellatrix said before she left going straight down to see her Ship sat its Cradle as they did everything to check it over between practice and the qaul tomorrow. It was sleek, her name painted below the canopy and her flag with a now race number on the side. Bellatrix plopped down and watched, giving the crew a wave. “Just stay out of the way, no offense, we need to do a ton of work in less time than is healthy.” The engineer said as they were having to check how the ship took the upgrades with barely enough time to fully test them. Astrids was out of sight across bay 1 with her own crew. Panels were pulled, whole systems exposed and various cables, ducts, systems were being worked over by a herd of ant-like engineers who had a rather large bin full of energy drinks. [color=ec008c]“Good with me.”[/color] Bellatrix said as she sat mentally preparing for tomorrow in the busy garage with a keep warm mug of herbal tea. If Astrid had her own prep.. it was whatever she did and her own affair. She enjoyed just watching right now. Her hotel room was quiet, empty and not even her former partner to send her silly memes and book recommendations. That all ended, but this has begun… So not all downhill. She could bug her younger brother. Older sister prerogative. [b][h3][centre][color=fff200]Texts. 20-10-2094[/color][/centre][/h3] [/b] [color=fff200][b]Annoying Brother. X.[/b][/color] [b]B.[/b] Entertain me… [b]AB.[/b] Its…god what time. No. [b]B.[/b] I'm sitting watching a ship as people argue if I should do a bikini shoot in Sweden. Your day cannot be stranger. Distract me from this madness. [b]AB.[/b] Again. Brother. TMI. I'm happy to be the boring one, gonna be in Orkney next week. Poster, Bella Trixe pixie fairy need heals. [b]B.[/b] Im 5 foot. Not 5 inches. I'm perfect. You're stretched. [b]AB.[/b] Sure, stay safe, that crash on Lunar scared the shit out of us. [b]B.[/b] You know il always try. [b]AB.[/b] Yeah, still. Mum was not sure she wanted you to race again. [b]B.[/b] You know that's never a question. I love this even if it's terrifying at times. I love it more. [b]AB.[/b] Also yes. Go win Pixie. Win and prove the assholes you do not deserve this wrong. I really have to go, I'll catch the race on record. [b]B.[/b] Every damn time Little brother! See me be awesome! [b]AB.[/b] You know it can drink. I've been taller than you since you were like 12 bellapixie. … She closed the app after a few gifs where replied to, mostly harmless back and forth until she headed to her room to rest. …. [b][h3][centre][color=fff200]Qauls.. 21-10-2094[/color][/centre][/h3] [/b] Bellatrix was nervous as she pulled on her race suit for the first time in a live race, the first ever time as a top flight racer on a super licensed AG pilot. Nordic logo and sponsors clearly visible with B.Olympus on the back having reduced her name down to a more manageable size. Her helmet sat to the side, gauntlet, boots… all was brand new and could feel the heavier duty safety features for the higher speeds. For this race she had an emergency alarm in the ship and so just in case a pilot ever went off the track on a very rare chance that also used pressure to push air out the helmet and allow you to breathe as it displaced water. No pilot hoped to use whatever version of the system each team went in for. Water at speeds they traveled at would be like solid concrete. … “And this is Nordic 2, Bwllatrix Olympus lining up for her hot lap.” The commentary said excited to see what the new driver could do. The lap or two before she had been holding off, warming the car up and testing all the systems before she engaged the new upgrades fully to life and felt the G of force into her back as the Anti Grav suddenly jumped up a notch. “Full power. Online. Ship status. All green.” The AI voice responded in a new accent than before, that was weird to get used to and confirmed her visual display before she streaked past the like at over 250kph into clear track. Clear track. Bellatrix had delayed her run doing the tests and that worked out to advantage now as she had opened up clear air. The G forces hurt and felt the pressure but this was when she felt even more alive, the most connected to everything and the machine she was in charge of. The circuit was a strange one and a mix of multiple types, the whole tunnels and lighting were utterly unique. It is disorienting, the lights, the tunnel going under water and part of the challenge. Looping through she banked up the walls and slammed the smooth line though it was a light glimmer turning into lines… Light. Light. Blinding light as her visor auto darkened into the bright light and resisted very urge to hit the brakes and instead slammed the accelerator instead and entered through a high speed set of curves with a smooth set of turns exploiting her lack of racing traffic. “great. Keep it up. Above target.” The race team passed to Belltrix who pressed a button on a wheel to confirm without having to think to talk. She was above, not sure on place but she was beating her target and hopefully might be able to give Astrid a run. It ached a little as she slammed the brakes and then right into a high speed acceleration dancing the car like it was on ice. This was exhilarating as she was over half way through the race track's fast lap. The gantry flashed over her eye line in a fraction of second with multiple icons that turned into blurs at the current speed. The final section she floored it though, heat with a fractional build up and giving her a blip but she did not have to manage the heat on a hot lap and just carried on, no stopping, no slowing and was passing through the line before she knew it with P10 flashing on her Hud. P10… she was at P10? It took several seconds to believe it as Bellatrix throttled down and pulled aside to let another hot lap pass, a reddish blur of a ship. She had to look after the upgrades and the tech as it was rather more prototype than standard race load out. Heat management was not perfect and they would work on a refinement tonight. … “Yes. P10, great lap. Pull into bay 2 this lap.” Someone said over the radio and she acknowledged the instructions gliding the ship smoothly into the pit lane. “Thanks, it's not 100% solid yet, but wow is this fast. [color=ec008c]"Copy that. You sure its 10?”[/color] Bellatrix replied and glided past the other team's bays to her own. "Its 10 on the main board, its real." They replied more softly and confirmed the result that was showing on the main boards and the teams displays. … [b][h3][centre][color=fff200]The Interview. 21-10-2094[/color][/centre][/h3] [/b] Bellatrix was still in her race gear as she headed to the interview with most of the suit tied about her waist, a tank top with Nordic logo and a matching cap with the team logo on. She looked the part and crews had told her to wear the race suit. Look like a real pilot to anyone doubting her. Taking her sunglasses off, she entered the dome and smiled with her red hair tired back bouncing in an easy braid. [color=ec008c]“Thanks, I'm happy to be here, I see you have the air conditioning.” [/color] Bellatrix was drinking from a bottle of water and paused. The heat was… oppressive for a woman who was from Wales and spent the last few weeks in cold Nordics, not the tropics. [color=ec008c]“I must say, thanks to the engineers, and the factory team, they deserve the credit. They have worked some crazy hours to pull this off and bring this upgrade to life.”[/color] Bellatrix finished her first part with a mention to those who deserved the recognition. [color=ec008c] “Its not over till last laps tomorrow, im not counting my points yet, but it's been a beautiful place to have my first race and im really happy with where i have qualified.”[/color] She was not gonna count her success until it was delivered, anything could happen on the race track. She kept it simple and answered a few smaller questions that came her way. But all in all it was a pretty easy interview. … [b][h3][centre][color=fff200]Stratagy Meeting. Board Room. Above Pit lane. 21-10-2094[/color][/centre][/h3] [/b] “Right, lets get down to it. P10, and P16, we could do far worse and we got a decent ship about the track even if stability is a must here, speed is better for the long run.” The race strategist said with a nod to all about them in the small track side board room over the pit lane. “It's how we get Astrid up, and keep Bella on the points.” They finished as the big holo map came up with various information, the places and who was between the two Nordic drivers as well as who might hold up Bellatrix. “We push, surprise early, Bella is new, car is new. Take early advantage. While fresh, defend later if the ship is risking over heat.” Astrid said what was a long one for the famous woman of a few words to many. [color=ec008c]“I did not come here to sit in the back field, if we can take an early advantage before the fast movers open a lead.”[/color] Bellatrix added, she was new here and only on her first race but no one joined this sport to slow down. They had a new car, they had a great place for a newbie Pilot, but why should they not try and push faster, further and take it to them than defend all races. “Even if a Podium is unlucky, we can race like we mean to take it.” The Team Principal said with a nod and a small smile. He wanted this, he wanted them trying to take even if they did not succeed. They would not progress without taking risks. “Astrid, can push up, she can hopefully clear the back traffic and link up, Bellatrix holds and tries, but if you have to, just hold around 10 till we can get you two ladies supporting each other.” The race planners looked at the holograms and agreed with the table around them. They had a chance to get some decent points on the leader board and going to take it. “This track needs stability, it's a fast one but watch the power. It's easy to spin out. Overheating, we should get a hang on.” One engineer said with a swig of an energy drink and a small yawn. “We have one. Maybe two goes on emergency coolant, after that it's on the pilot to keep it out of the red zone.” He finished and was snacking on a breakfast bar. [color=ec008c]“No pressure guys, just keep the prototype from having a melt down.”[/color] Bellarix said sarcastically but did not mind really, the ship was an upgrade and way better than anything she used before. But just would be a rather more particular machine to keep in check. “To plan, first 10, race plan?” Astrid cut right to the heart of the matter as they built their race plan, what codes would be and what to do about certain racers who might be behind or in front of each pilot. "We all want sleep." Astrid said bluntly, but that was Astrid. She did not sugar coat things or pretend. The two pilots they had where polar opposites but they both could race. … [b][h3][centre][color=fff200]Pilots Chat. 21-10-2094[/color][/centre][/h3] [/b] [hr][h2]Pilots’ Group Chat[/h2] [color=fff200][b]Bea[/b][/color] Welcome to the madhouse, Bella. [color=fff200][b]Paul[/b][/color] Hello Bella! Welcome to the group pilots chat! So tell us, what is it like working with Astrid? [color=fff200][b]Bea[/b][/color] @Astrid Do we get told why switch now or are you sticking up for Bjorn like a good teammate? [color=fff200][b]Paul[/b][/color] @Bea It does make you wonder if they call her Astrid the crank or something behind her back. [b][color=fff200]Bellatrix.[/color][/b] Astrid. Is .. different, but I'll soften her up to join me on my game night stream one day. [color=fff200][b]Astrid.[/b][/color] @Paul. New needs. New came. End . Bella sang in the sauna. Disney… Chaos personified. No. I am a rock. [color=fff200][b]Bellatrix.[/b][/color] And water erodes rock. Slowly. Race, lets all finish in one piece yeah. We doing exploding kittens this week, its way less horrific than it sounds. Ps. Who uses a Sauna in this weather? Nordics be strange. … Bellatrix might be chaotic, loud and play to the younger fans but she was a serious methodical and very much tough racer on the track, not flashy but once she got on the hunt, Bellatrix did not quit and kept the pressure up until a crack was found. … [b][h3][centre][color=fff200]Hotel Room. 21-10-2094[/color][/centre][/h3] [/b] The views from her room near the track were insane, the vistas and view was beyond beautiful but she was not really looking at that. Bellatrix tossed and turned that night before the race, she might present a good media face and on the track use her fears as fuel. However right now she felt the same as she always did in her first race. Doubts, fears and nervousness. She even had a glass of wine to try and calm down while she did some breathing exercises but that relief was temporary. This team was strange, they brought a portable sauna…to what felt like a giant open air sauna, that would not be giving her rest right now. The only relief would be getting in her ship and letting those fears be redirected into racing.