[b][centre][h1] Bellatrix Olympus. Nordic. Jordan. Desert Dunes. 17 -11 - 2094.[/h1][/centre][/b] [b][h2][centre][color=fff200]Jordan[/color][/centre][/h2] [/b] [b][h3][centre][color=fff200] Race n Rally. Lucky 8. 17-11-2094[/color][/centre][/h3] [/b] Bellatrix was feeling rather happy as she was pulled into a one armed hug after the successful race. She was caught half unaware but rapidly smiled for the cameras and waved to the Delta hyper red lights. Bellatrix did not commit the murder suicide and kiss him instead she shook both the others hands and was rather surprised by the level of … rivals between the two drivers, Beatrix and the Countess. [color=ec008c]“Thanks, no idea what it is but if fast, yes.., Paris, pre Dubai, if you want to say hi, or join us. Ma Ren got a place near the Louvre, come find us even for only lunch or a evening.”[/color] Bellatrix said graciously, the place was a full on grand Parisian Town house but hey… they were hardly normal. A few of them had planned a pre Dubai trip to relax, shop and things needed before the grand finale of the season. Beatrix could join them for a few drinks, or a meal if she wanted, the more the merrier from her and Ren, friends and family of both. Shopping. Whatever. They already had a fancy cocktail place picked out, classy, cozy and an rather old spot. Whatever that race was, if it happened it definitely could be fun. Bellatrix like all of them were honestly, speed freaks and proud. Bellatrix did her press bit before she caught one of the side by side and got driven back to the team area by her stern but ever attentive local security lady. The team area was a hive as ever with checks on the new ships engines and so after they had been rolled out their travel pods and engineers acted like a nest of worker ants busy and constantly moving. The weather here, the desert, the time of year was weird to be honest, she was both hot, cold and unlike Australia could not find the desire to sunbathe and rest. Instead Bellatrix was editing a post for social media with the back lit rocky valleys and canyons then chose to mute her phone and find a book relaxing before the race. Not too many fans, and no real party going on at Wadi run. It was a good time as any to do a little pirates, Yoga, or whatever else took her fancy. … [b][h2][centre][color=fff200]Jordan[/color][/centre][/h2] [/b] [b][h3][centre][color=fff200] Qualification. 18-11-2094[/color][/centre][/h3] [/b] “Watch the ship!” Bellatrix radio said as she nearly clipped a rock during a section of her practice lap, the dust of another pilot was dead ahead and she swept past another ship that was slower on a return or warm up lap. [color=ec008c]“Try, choose less weird races.”[/color] She said and glided into a tight 90, the ship was not really the one for a track like this, but Bellatrix tried her best to keep it from being an embarrassing day for Nordic Call. “The fans love it, so just keep us from having to re-build it again.” Radio joked back as she pulled into a section that she quickly realised had mis counted the rocks and had to slam the brakes down and pick up speed again rapidly after a quick evasion. Damn, this track was a challenge and throwing a few curve balls her way. This track was far from her best and Bellatrix was fighting the ship, the track and her own doubts after a few wobbles. [color=ec008c]“It's gonna be a slow one.”[/color] Bellatrix said over the comms. She saw the projected time and groaned as the clock went up again. … [color=ec008c]“P13…”[/color] She repeated over the conference room table as they sipped from cold recovery drinks and looked over the tracks and data on the screen. “P15, it's gonna be a tough Sunday.“ Astrid agreed as they both studied the runs, sector times and so. Sector 1 was ok, , 2 was better and 3 just had not worked out for both pilots. “Right Ladies, let's talk strategy.” The group gathered as the race engineers, various team members helping to work out a strategy that could salvage something from the race. “How far can we push in this, it's cooler, Less risk of engines over heating. Bellatrix is only about two places off her lover. We can aim for at least one point.” Someone joked that as well as making solid points, Nordic had a chance, whichever pilot could gain ground might be able to get at least a small point win. 13, 15.. it was not great. But it could be worse. 13 and 15, they could push the engines, Astrid might get some clearer air, and Bellatrix was ao far proving to have no problem dog fighting in the fraction of seconds close up. “Right. Where can our chariots gain time” Floki said in his odd accent, nature and weird cadence. The man was a genius…just a little eccentric. However he also knew the ships like his own hands and their abilities. The meeting was long and the two Pilots had to head off early as an assistant ran over waving a pad. “You're gonna be late, we need to get you ready for DH.” The assistant was firm and directed to a scene where two drivers where waiting outside with side by side already. [b][h2][centre][color=fff200]Jordan[/color][/centre][/h2] [/b] [b][h3][centre][color=fff200] Media Dome. 18-11-2094[/color][/centre][/h3] [/b] … Bellatrix changed out her race gear, she had swapped into the lighter team coloured zipped jacket for the cooler night, a fun tank top with a sleepy dragon wrapped round a princess tower on it and some dark leggings as well her regular AG racing cap. It was more casual, comfortable and waited for her security to meet her at the team area before she arrived at the interview. Waiting for her turn she gave the camera the required smile, wave etc. [color=ec008c]“Hello again Aurora.” [/color]She said politely to the host. [color=ec008c]“Id like better, but we cannot beat the odds every single time. Sometimes dice give us a bad roll.”[/color] Bellatrix took the 13th place with grace and tried to show a good face forward. [color=ec008c]“Well, I'd like to claim all the credit, but I have a great team, co pilot, and engineers helping me. They deserve the fans support too.”[/color] Bellatrix said giving them their due, they did alot and never got the fame. [color=ec008c]“I was running for a Junior AG top 3 this year, I know there's some great pilots in the Junior championship and I hope to see at least one next season.”[/color] She said diplomaticly, sure Bellatrix had come out hot straight from race 1, but she had to show, Junior teams were still racing teams, they did not have such fancy tech, but they were no joke. They could race too, and plenty of the Junior champions could give their senior pilots a good go in Bellatrix's view. Astrid was disappointed but proud of Bellatrix, she had come in and scored points from day one, worked hard and was annoyingly loud, far more expressive but also had never said a bad word on TV about her or the team. She was a good pick and Nordic would be utterly stupid in her view to not sign her for the next season. Give her a ship that was designed for her and not a half modified Frankenstein project. Her success in her former team mates' spare was clearly not just dumb luck. Plus on a rather selfish side… having someone like her meant the media work was less on her shoulders and Astrid had more time for racing and her Gin company. Life just worked out some times.. “We will race, that's it, P15 is just where I am, so we will race there.” She was pretty blunt about her response but firm, Nordic would race wherever Nordic ended up. Infact that was a long quote for the Finn, wasting words seemed pointless. Much as Astrid did not like to admit but could not deny, the Crazy small woman whose too loud emotions clashed with her own, quieter nature had brought a new energy to Nordic. It was infectious and seemed to be doing good things for the team. The next year would be interesting if this kept up. [h2]Pilots’ Group Chat[/h2][quote][color=fff200][b]Bellatrix[/b][/color] [b]@Bea[/b]. Deal, don't tempt a girl with a good time lol. Ps…also. I got sent a creepy story… im not sure i can even fully type it out… it involved a ship..ship…[/quote] [color=fff200][b]Bea[/b][/color] So I’m confirmed the asylum warden when it comes to unhinged community. Great… 😀 [color=fff200][b]Max[/b][/color] You can’t open that can of worms and then leave us hanging! [color=fff200][b]Bea[/b][/color] After my on track and on radio scrap with Jen at Portugal 2091, I got a submission that was an inkpen drawing featuring me, Jenny, ropes and candlewax. [color=fff200][b]Jenny[/b][/color] THE WHAT?! [color=fff200][b]Bea[/b][/color] I swear most of my fans are normal! 😀 [color=fff200][b]Jenny[/b][/color] Burn it. [quote][color=fff200][b]Bellatrix[/b][/color] Ps. Anyone else feeling like Anakin..and sand… [color=fff200][b]Paul[/b][/color] I am thinking more about Lawrence of Arabia.[/quote] [color=fff200][b]Bea[/b][/color] Don't get eaten by a big worm when driving over the sand. [color=fff200][b]Bellatrix[/b].[/color] This is Worm. I eat weird fire hair two leg. Hi speedy snacks. Not nom. Two leg is crunchy…