][centre][h1] Bellatrix Olympus. Nordic. FAS. Speed City. 4 -11 - 2094.[/h1][/centre][/b] [b][h2][centre][color=fff200]FAS[/color][/centre][/h2] [/b] [b][h3][centre][color=fff200] Race Day. Lucky 8. 04-11-2094[/color][/centre][/h3] [/b] Bellatrix has been mediating for a time before she had to put all her protective gear, the layers of everything from fire proof and impact protections. Slowly breathing in and out as Bellatrix helped to centre and find her calm before all and after all the chaos this weekend. She saw a holo call from her family and answered cheerfully, they were watching the race on the holo footage in the living room and several beers and other drinks littered the table. [color=ec008c]“I gotta go, love you guys!”[/color] Bellatrix said and she closed the call and got ready for the race heading into the chaotic race bays where Sif and others were readying to drop the ship from the cradle. The engine was analysed humming gently, heat was building up in the hot bay already. Most of them had cool packs, cool gear or some kind of method to keep comfortable in the harsh climate. “Right, get the Princess in her carriage, lock it down and get things cleared!.” Sif shouted having pulled her race suit to the waist with a sports bra on show, not strictly under rules but it was far too hot for the nordic woman. “Up and in Bella, I'll get you strapped in.” she said to Bellatrix and gestured to the ship. Sif liked to be the last one to check, this was her responsibility so she would do the final checks on the Pilot. [color=ec008c]“Sure, lead the way my lady is waiting.”[/color] She said cheerfully playing along and walked up to the ladder climbing up the ship and climbing into the confined cockpit. [color=ec008c]“Ready”[/color] Bellatrix said and nodded as Sif pulled the straps tight, and locked everything in, her connections to the ship, monitors and more engaged, causing her mind to link with the systems. “Two taps to her helmet told she was geared up, locked in and engaged. Bellatrix nodded and knocked her visor down with a push, the whole world went quiet down a gentle buzz as the cockpit locked down. It was a minute before Bellatrix replied to the radio. [color=ec008c]“Test. Test. Confirmed. All systems are green.”[/color] Radio was working, everything was good to go. “Team confirms Green. Releasing the cradle. Go for lunch once free.” The radio confirmed and the Nordic Call second ship pulled in behind Astrid exiting the pit lane. The two ships almost identical bar the UK and Finland flag with names embellished down the side of each. … “3.2.1… Go Go Go, the race begins! The 2097 AG race has begun!” One of the media heads said as 20 ships took off from the starting line with a howl of engines and humming AG motors. The race was on and crowds screamed as the dust settled down the main straight with a roaring echo as the latest race of the season began. All shown on huge holo projections for fans to see the rest of the circuit. Bellatrix survived what was the utter chaos of the first laps and that was all that could be classed at the first stage of this race. They had already planned for this and prepared for this heavily in sim racing. Paul was dead ahead of her and she kept on his tail with her engine screaming, heat gauges showing as hot but not dangerous or problematically so. She hit hard into the corners, and drove harder to keep up with the ship ahead running closer and closer to the rocks with a calculated risk matching him turn for turn. “Astrid out… engines fucked. Pulling her in.” The Radio confirmed with a grin tone that the other Nordic Call pilot was out. “Another one down… this race is tough. Be careful.” The message said as someone had already told her, and also complemented her how close yet safely she had so far avoided any crash this race. It took almost all her concentration and did not even track how many places Bellatrix had really gained from the start line, the track ahead, the car ahead and behind was her only focus right now. The move later race would define the weekend for at least two racers, another was holding up traffic, Bellatrix and Paul were coming in hot off a fresh run and dropped into what was an almost myth like rivalry, constantly on each other, running at hundreds of kph, close within a ships length and running everything from ELS to various tactics to one up the other. The public today were getting one hell of a show. The two rival craft left Dorian in the dust on one of the straights, burning hard past Bellatrix barely could tell who it was without the team telling her, how fast the track was and how much it took to just keep the ships under control at the break neck pace demanded of them. Though much as Nordic's ship pushed beyond any expected ability, beyond its expected pace it was not quite enough to take the place off Paul. She had given it everything and more that was probably never believed to exist and yet she came in behind as finally let the abused engine drop back onto the home lap with a tear in her eye seeing the flags waving and cheering the team on the pit lane. She was never going to get used to that and hoped it would remain so. Bellatrix greatly appreciated everything she had been given. It was a whirlwind that Bellatrix pulled into the pit lane of, however her first attempted destination was to talk to her team mate and make sure Astrid was … not OK but to talk to her. [b][h2][centre][color=fff200]FAS.[/color][/centre][/h2] [/b] [b][h3][centre][color=fff200]Delta Hyper and Astrids press press.. 04-11-2094[/color][/centre][/h3] [/b] Astrid tolerated the hug from her smaller and emotionally loud co-pilot before they headed to separate media events. Astrid strode out to a group in the pit lane from various media organisations home and aboard. “Why did you crash out, what was the problem, what about Paul and Bellatrix, how Nordic taking this, are you gonna lose your place next year, why are you behind this year….” So many questions and Astrid shut them down calmly. “Ernough. I barely think.” She cut them off like turning off a switch giving herself time to answer the overly excited press core. “One. We had a Engine mode issue. “ She said without any further information given. “Two. Nordic will study the reason why.” She added to the following up, why.. they had barely started stripping it down. “What Bellatrix does on track concerns me. What does does off. Is not.” Cutting off the gossip hounds dead not even entertaining them. “No.” Was the follow up and turned away without a care. “I have a contract for 2098.” She said, why did they have to be so excited? “I'm happy for my team mate, race well. Why would I be upset if she got points?” Adtrid asked another back in a challenge to the line of questions. “Yes. We improved. We will improve again.” Frustration for one press as he got an answer he probably should expect. Team secrets. No. There was the time Adtrid missed having a boring Pilot like Bjorn on the team, he had half the drama Bellatrix did but the energy the woman had brought was infectious and had revitalised a tired team who were just riding the season out to one that was fighting again. The culture had… gained a new kind of purpose again. It was acceptable for what it brought in positives. Yes. Astrid was…cold but not stone hearted. …. “5 minutes.” The man said with a mic and a head set at the Delta Hyper set area, passing out water and making sure everyone was ready and knew when and where to enter and exit from. Intern stuff but it was important for smooth running of the show being a runner. [color=ec008c]“Thanks.”[/color] Bellatrix said with a nod as she waited holding a spare hat and being handed one for another team as well as a sharpie. Maybe, that might create some drama but just breathing did at this stage! There was one way to drive the press mad but no.. no way would she throw that without asking first. [color=ec008c]“I know, I gone though your notes Ren, its good.” [/color]Bellatrix said confirming with her media manager about how to handle some things, she was over worrying and Bellatrix had to tell her to stop preparing for Paul to propose live on delta Hyper. Ren liked to do that when she got stressed, and Bellatrix had to tell her to stop at times. “Ma Belle, at least warn me next time so I can plan a potential response.” She said having to play catch up and hating it. The media here had blown an entire chat into a whole migraine worthy problem. “Zere. Hope your ready.” Ren said handing the extra caps over and took one as Bellatrix swapped to a Cap from team Valkayre.. which was kinds glad no onw had linked yet Team Valkyrie and Nordic being a suspected couple… The headlines would be funny though. [color=ec008c]“Il try, im on in 30, il be fine Ma Ren.”[/color] She said getting a very French kiss on the cheek and being pushed off for the cameras. Bellatrix walked on dressed fairly normal, too tried to be super fancy, everything mostly normal for her bar, the alternative team cap she wore and a pen tucked into a slim pocket. Her long red hair was loose and she was fairly relaxed with an easy confident press smile. She kept quiet, calm and the question was pretty tame for what she had faced this weekend. [color=ec008c]“Im not a Vestaphan guys. We got close, but kept it clean.”[/color] Bellatrix joked at the whole thing, they had a pretty intense race but she was not a dangerous racer, she pushed limits but it was a very calculated risk over one that was not. [color=ec008c]“its friendly, he helped me with a few things as im new to the season. If gossip rumours are true, I think he has enough girlfriends already, he has no energy left to race.”[/color] Bellatrix joked and made fun of the very trashy magazine who published some rather exaggerated stories. [color=ec008c]“We definitely pushed it. Took risks, and made some engineers uncomfortable. Sif, Floki everyone did an amazing job getting the most we could out of it, we over did it with Astrid but we know for next time.”[/color] Bellatrix said, everyone with any brain realise Nordic were running their ship to the limits right this weekend, or over them in Astrid's case. [color=ec008c]“Paul, next time you wear this one.”[/color] She said with an easy confidence and passed him one of her new hats she signed, the Nordic design had been updated and a crown like tiara added with a stylised B, the branding people enjoyed her nickname and wanted to run with it. They even added a small red dragon into the normal mix of raven and other design staples. People would still spread rumours of them as a couple but that was … inevitable. … [hr][h2]Pilots’ Group Chat[/h2] [color=fff200][b]Bea[/b][/color] [b]@Paul[/b] I had to see this after a fan showed it to me, and now so do you. 😀 [Link to awful harem fic about Paul] [color=fff200][b]Bea[/b][/color] And yes, I checked chapter publication dates, they keep adding new ones, this madness is ongoing. 😂 [color=fff200][b]Bellatrix[/b].[/color] OMG. Bets on the next chapters being super kinky. Hey…why am I brat? This chapter is wild… Not even got this race in! I have to follow this madness. @Bea. Its not our fault everyone got stretched and they're jealous how we get extra leg room I'm the ships. :) … [b][h2][centre][color=fff200]Sweden.[/color][/centre][/h2] [/b] [b][h3][centre][color=fff200]Media Day. 05-11-2094 onwards[/color][/centre][/h3] [/b] Bellatrix was cold in Sweden as winter drew in closer, days had become extremely short and the sun hung low in the sky. She was dressed in insulated boots, silly bear ear coat, gloves, and still felt cold as she headed through a light snow storm to pick up a parcel from the post office that had been mis addressed to her new apartment in Sweden. The whole apartment was supplied by Nordic in a high end block near the factory, still somewhat less a home for Bellatrix, it was not her furniture or style of decoration. Her days had been pretty normal, nothing crazy had happened as she bounced along with one ear bud in playing some white girl music from an older decade. She almost slipped on the ice and grumbled about the climate. … The days in Sweden apart from her time at home where she engaged in several streams to her fans, one more adult focused on playing drinking DND one night, another chatting, and more alongside her more family friendly content. It was extra on top of her already busy time but that extra engagement was what built up her brand and her fans seemed to enjoy Bellatrix was willing to answer questions, take suggestions and had called out some of her viewers' successes. Back in the Nordic Factory Sauna Bellatrix had been corrupted by Astrid after they had taken a rare and even rarer chance coming up to take a forest run and get some cold, definitely cold fresh air wearing head lamps to help with gloom and crunching over fresh snow taking a lap to the old watch tower and back. Floki had been weird .. He was always weird but she had run with a short knife he gave her about her belt. Something about being a shield maiden in spirit during the racing. She was too polite to refuse and Floki was well, the man was an eccentric genius! Nordic saw a small price to pay for his skills. It was dark between the tall trees, ever greens and always shaded making deep drafts and patches to open ground all about themselves. Some plants and animals seemed far more hardy and never rested in the cold winters. Though Astrid might find it normal, this climate and the constant darkness was tough for the other woman to adapt to. Bellatrix was in the Sauna doing her calming meditation, the simple acting helped manage the stress of the team's return weeks. They had to practically rebuild both ships engines after the punishment they took on the salt flats, the hulls had been chipped and had to be recoated as Floki waved his hands about saying they were blunt axes after use. The Team Boss was not seen much about the factory floor as normal or with the pilots and engineers. Bellatrix nodded seeing Astrid enter the Sauna, after the race and everything… She saw Finn was strange but the bond between the two team mates had improved. Bellatrix just went back to her meditation exercises and tried to ignore the crazy going on about her orbits. [b][h2][centre][color=fff200]Sweden.[/color][/centre][/h2] [/b] [b][h3][centre][color=fff200]Media. 05-11-2094[/color][/centre][/h3] [/b] Nordic in top 10 in American AG. Bellatrix Olympus came in 8th following a dramatic race and one of best season AG races so far. Her teammate Astrid dropped out early due to an engine failure. Did Nordic over cook it?... Shock Nordic Valkyrie top 10 in festival of speed. Despite a major disadvantage this week's 7th and 8th place went to two unexpected racers… All fair in love and racing. Sexual tension on the track. Gossip.