[b][centre][h1] Bellatrix Olympus. Nordic. FAS. Speed City. 03 -11 - 2094. To 04 _ 11 _ 2096[/h1][/centre][/b] [b][h2][centre][color=fff200]FAS[/color][/centre][/h2] [/b] [b][h3][centre][color=fff200] Rookie bonding. 03-11-2094[/color][/centre][/h3] [/b] Bellatrix raised her beer and chinked classes with his iced drink, he did not have to drink, she tended to avoid it but the stress of the heat, desert, fans and the contestant party had her needing a beer. “You're a great racer, but stay out of voice acting dear.” Bellatrix joked, lighter than her media mode and without the weight on her shoulders of making a mistake. [color=ec008c]“Yes…the kids are amazing, it's great fun, but most races I get some down time, I feel on show every minute. I did a great spot with a smaller French fashion magazine, Ren. I love her but she is all work today!”[/color] Bellatrix rambled on a little glad to have someone to talk to who had a similar frame of mind to her own. Sometimes she just needed to be just Bella, not the Princess of AG, or whatever else they called her. His hot and dry comment, she had to smile and yeah, the innuendo, it was fun to joke with him even if she had no intentions of a relationship. [color=ec008c]“Dry… I do believe I'm quite interesting."[/color] She said with a raised eye brow and a mock tone before a little and taking a drink from her beer. [color=ec008c]“Truth be told, your safe oh poor innocent young Paul, you are handsome of course but, I recently ended a relationship. We disagreed on my return to racing, Nordic and going public. I'm not giving up my dream. I'm happy being me for now. Hard to have an Affair when im…i check…not married.”[/color] Bellatrix may be over shared a little but she also made her position clear too, so he did not get the wrong idea. Bellatrix made a show of inspecting her ring finger that had not got an engagement or wedding ring on it.[color=ec008c] "You not want to marry me..."[/color] Bellatrix made a mock gasp. [color=ec008c]“They have a short memory, il Astrid's lover next week, and whatever else the week after.”[/color] She said laughing and lighting the mood, the Media would talk and Bellatrix would carry on. [color=ec008c]“Imagaine if they thought we got engaged in under 24 hours…”[/color] Bellatrix could not hold that one in and laughed. Astrid, oh she had already convinced her on Saunas and her particular preferences but she did not mention that part out loud, no way, that was rather more private. [color=ec008c]“She already got me corrupted into Saunas, crazy nordic people might have a good idea though… muscles felt great after.”[/color] Yeah Astrid was known to be a party girl, she raced hard, worked hard and lived her way. [color=ec008c]“Out drink Astrid… il save that for the off season!”[/color] [color=ec008c]“il take breaks, thanks for the help, its nice to talk to someone, who .. gets it.:[/color] Bellatrix said and stayed talking for a while taking a break from the crowds. It was a refreshed woman who left the tent, feeling better about the race tomorrow, emotionally and physically. That and the beer probably had helped calm her racing mind and relax things a little. … [b][h3][centre][color=fff200]Qaul. P13. 04-11-2094[/color][/centre][/h3] [/b] “Hey, get that ship off the racks now” Sif bellowed as they got Bellatrix ready for qualifying rounds, the practice had worked but this ship was a coiled spring now, it was bloody fast and playing to every limit. But it would not take the smallest step over to cause them to have to activate the engine kill switches and totally dowse the engines to dead stop. “Gotta lock the sun visor in 1 minute.” Someone called down as they fitted additional protection after the Friday run, the light had been way too blinding and had been adding a few modifications to improve visibility and safety. Bellatrix being Bellatrix meant it took them a little work to fully get it to work but they achieved the goal in the end as a female mechanical engineer slithered out the cockpit. “Done, bloody hell, those seats are set up tight.” She said and gave the rack operator a double tap on shoulder to drop the craft down again into starting position. “Ready to race.” They said with a tired smile and the crew cleared the blast zone of the engines of anything that could cause harm. … [color=ec008c]“Damnit, clear me.a hot lap slot…”[/color] Bellatrix said a little icily on team radio as someone had part way blocked her hot lap and she cooled off, the next one would be her run. The ship was performing well even if their margin for error had been reduced dramatically. “[color=ec008c]Tell them to clear my lane, they blocked.my hot lap…”[/color] Bellatrix said as she ice cold just danced the ship past the slower back marker and put her foot into the gas throwing up dust behind her as she hit 200mph in a short time with a little wiggle dance from her back lights as she did it for extra fuck you. Belltatrix was finally reaching clean air and open slots, the track was somewhat crazy, various and took its attempts to surprise you seriously. This track did not benefit her ship, speed was not her ships greatest strength and Bellatrix really had to work extremely hard to counter the weakness of her ships design and various upgrades to try and patch the problems. The ship was maxed out as she felt the G force, the acceleration was extreme and speed hitting over 300mph down the line at speeds, everything turned into a blur around her and the augmented systems and mental load management was the only thing helping her to keep the track and the world in shape. The sudden brakes, changes, turns and forced back into high end speed sections at some of the fastest speeds she had ever hit in a racing ship as a pilot. However, it is different… The fact was utterly exhilarating! It was stable, she was getting round even though the set up definitely needed work. It was really a major challenge to balance the track. There was no perfect set up and she needed them to make some refinements. Her ship was shaking and half the system felt like warning alarms were about sound as she survived one section, and just about nearly clipped a stray rock that left a scratch on her port side's paint work. “P14… we can do better. “ Sif said with confidence as she managed to hit a strong position and good spot to do a really good hot lap. “Go. Go. Go. Green, hot lap clear.” Sif said and watched Bellatrix's ship race away and slammed the power to the max risking an overload but they had to go and push to the limits. … “P13… P13..!” She heard over the radio as began her cold lap pulling in on the way back to the garage with a smile. She was extremely happy with that lap. [color=ec008c]“YES! We doing it, great job team! Love you all!”[/color] She said across the open channel and jumped out hugging Sif, almost knocking her over as she climbed out the cockpit of her racing ship. “Careful Bella!” Sif laughed and got her balance back, putting the small but rather dense woman back down. Bellatrix was short but all the augments made her have a suprising mass for a 5 foot nothing woman. Sif was heavily arguments and that kept her just about standing. [color=ec008c]“Hey, Astrid… great run!”[/color] Bellatrix greeted her co driver with a hug that got returned rather awkwardly by Astrid who had pulled in a few minutes before and already her helmet off and race suit open. “Thanks, your fast…good job.” Astrid said a little roboticly but appreciated the whole gesture. Bellatrix was loud, bright.. noisy but she was earning her place and doing it the right way, on the race track, getting results. [b][h3][centre][color=fff200]Delta Hyper. 04-11-2094[/color][/centre][/h3] [/b] Making her way to the media area Bellatrix had given in to the horny goblins. She was dressed in a post apocalypse version of Princess Ariel from Disney to accommodate her red hair, a kind of fake scale trousers with distressed combat boots, a shell bikini but an transparent over layer of artistically dusty team Nordic design and logo, the tiara and a mock viking sword, that she suspected was very very real as floki had given it her. Make up came to a team Nordic logo across part of her face and enough for the cameras. It was too hot to want much make up. [color=ec008c]“Good evening.”[/color] Bellatrix said with a smile as she entered and gracefully sat down. “Not the only one in the fancy dress Aurora. You're looking lovely as ever.” She said and made a point to recognise the Delta hyper team and greet them. [color=ec008c]“I am very happy with the results all considered, we are not gonna quit, and I'm sure Astrid will be giving the top 10 a challenge.”[/color] Bellatrix said she never was negative about the team and tried to remain positive even when she felt like beating another pilot with her helmet. The media would really dent her brand for that. [color=ec008c]“We are taking a few risks but calculated ones, it's gonna be an interesting race, it's not going to be easy, but when is anything worthwhile easy?”[/color] Bellatrix left it and she did hint but not really give any team secrets, it was always gonna be known Nordic was up against the odds and would have to be experimental to keep up with the field. [color=ec008c]“Hey, Paul, great run, but I'll be on your tail. Loser on Sunday wears the other team's cap? Or my Tiara…”[/color] She gave a friendly bet, it was pretty light and nothing too embarrassing. She did not expect a little public challenge to create such drama though. Bellatrix had not realised how much that one would blow up, maybe a little but… not to the extent it would. Yeah she teased him a bit but she knew the fans always loved some fun and the social media always picked it up like the finest bait. [b][h3][centre][color=fff200]Princess meets the Paparazzi. 04-11-2094[/color][/centre][/h3] [/b] Bellatrix a little outside the team zone had not planned for this… at all. She expected her bet to be seen as minor flirting at the most, maybe just inter newbie cockyness and younger pilots being a little brash. Nope, overlapping voices, overwhelming pressure and multiple people were demanding, cameras were flashing and Bellatrix could barely see anymore from the flash, lasers and the wall of lights, green, red, blue, red again…so many cameras, holo… [color=ec008c]“It was a bet between rivals, he is in 12, just a little fun to liven things up.”[/color] She tried to say before rivals became lovers, people wondering why they met for a meal and how they must be hiding a secret affair, how she clearly was some kind of temptress.[color=ec008c] “No, it's strictly friendly, not a relationship.”[/color] She tried to rebuff one statement but 2 or 3 others attacked. She was starting to panic when the crowd of reporters began to push closer and someone grabbed at her arm. Thankfully it was augmented and she shouldered them off with a surprising amount of force. Bellatrix had tried to back up and hit her SOS alert, the team had put one into her outfit as an over abundance of caution but now was glad for it. The wings of the media were moving more to the flank, and she was glancing to either side… middle, and a split second looked back to try and find an exit route. [color=ec008c]“No, this is over.”[/color] She said going deeper into her Welsh accent than the clipped English normally for the media. Backing up again she felt someone shove her, and grab at the layered top before things were suddenly paused by the arrival. The figure her left was suddenly shoved back by Astrid who had arrived and looked pissed, wrapping an arm round Bellatrix shoulder [b]“Go. Now. This Ends.”[/b] The Finn said in a tone that was arctic. She nodded and Rollo and Ragnar came to her side, the team's bear-like security chief had been mid changing, shirtless, scarred and still had the team's viking style war paint on for this weekend. The two brothers pushed through the pack pretty easily, taking front and rear escort for the two pilots. “So, who is it? Astrid, and Paul?.. ” one said, before Bellatrix was led away. Bellatrix was quiet, somewhat shocked and walking leaning into her teammate. “So, Princess, Royal mess.” Astrid said, somewhat more concerned the noisy chaos was quiet, Bellatrix was never … quiet. [color=ec008c]“It was just a cap… “[/color] was all Bellatrix said. [quote][color=fff200]Paul[/color] [b]@Bea[/b] Wow Bea! I had no idea you were so sensitive about your height! I honestly didn’t notice. You have so much personality you always seemed taller than Han. [color=fff200]Paul[/color] [b]@Bellatrix[/b] Are you sure you want to stay with this crazy group? Welcome to the madhouse! [color=fff200]Bellatrix.[/color] Giants the lot of ya *cloud gif* [color=fff200]Paul[/color] Well I guess next to you that we might seem like giants. 😂 [color=fff200]Bellatrix.[/color] @Paul. Yup, your crazy is my crazy, who else would race at hundreds of MPH though tunnels upside down? Did you call me short…or complement me… or both… [color=fff200]Paul[/color] Actually I called Bea Ward short. You know that’s a fair statement. I do like the tunnel sections because I get to defy gravity. [color=fff200]Paul[/color] Did anyone have to don a costume for their team’s marketing people? I feel absolutely ridiculous. At least I managed to use sponsorship expectations to get out of wearing it for the Delta Hyper interview. [color=fff200]Bellatrix.[/color]And yup, I'll be here all weekend! I have a Fashion student using me as a dress up doll. [color=fff200]Paul[/color] *gasps in horror* Please don’t say that too loud near my marketing team. They will turn the interns loose on me! One outfit is bad enough![/quote] [color=fff200][b]Bellatrix.[/b][/color] This is Astrid, you do not let the paparazzi near Bellatrix. Bellatrix is quiet… the Princess needs a guard. @Paul. Walk your Princess home next time. Astrid had grabbed Bellatrix's phone and sent the message, when Princess Pixie was quiet, she worried. Bellatrix was not a quiet person emotionally or otherwise. She had picked enough in the short time to know this. People saw Astrid as cold, distant, short. But she truly was not all that. It took time to get her to open up but she was very much going to take whatever shit she got if it meant protecting her team mate. No way. No backing down. Oh.. Bellatrix had a AO3 account…maybe she could tease her back out of her shell… That and Rollo was going to be following her closely. maybe shirtless.. she thought humorously, he really had a great chest and was built like a bear even at over 40. The men were not only ones to get fan service. What was that fic she was commenting on? ..