[b][centre][h1] Bellatrix Olympus. Nordic. Wales. Recovery. 22 -11 - 2094.[/h1][/centre][/b] [b][h2][centre][color=fff200]Wales[/color][/centre][/h2] [/b] [b][h3][centre][color=fff200] Recovery time. 17-11-2094[/color][/centre][/h3] [/b] Bellatrix had decided to fly home instead of to Sweden, the team doctor was not 100% happy but they had come to an arrangement and was taking some time away to recover after Jordan. That and her crash had scared her family so proving she was alive, healthy and not gone mentally insane was an important part. She had skipped out on all the chaos back at the factory as one intact ship and one burned and battered ship was rapidly hauled back to factory to get them ready for the next round. The scramble even if the hull was able to be reused, the engine was scrap. Astrid had damaged one the race before and Bellatrix had pushed it hard so both had needed full refits and now there was a 3rd in 2 races needing work or replacement. Bellatrix missed Paul's message at first leaving her phone and heading out onto the quiet of the Castles estate grounds by the lake, taking a detour past the garage and also looking at the old Rally car sat in the garage, it still had the old logos from its original design and use some 70 years prior. It was old tech, not a single neural input like the dark green Bentley sat next to it and the triumph mother bikes among others. The walk took a while as her leg was yet to fully recover from the injuries, doc said it was only some time and taking her various pills on time would heal up. Occasionally she still had a slight… resistance.. would be the right word to her augmented arm and leg but it also seemed to work fine too? It was meant to be one of the side effects from being disconnected so violently from the ship's links. The AI compensated though and helped her, it was running more than normal to keep everything in balance. Suffice to say it has been a fair few years since a simple walk had taken an active effort. Paul would be trying to buy it, she thought, as she closed the door on an almost 160 year old car that far as she knew never had left the family and currently had no official registrations Bellatrix was able to find. Back drinking tea having changed into comfortable pyjama shorts and a t- shirt with “Silverstone. 2091.” On it, it was older but comfortable and the material was well worn and soft. “Oh, I forgot to reply…” She said to no one in particular. [b][color=fff200]Direct message. To Paul. [/color] [/b] [color=fff79a]Hey Sir Paul. I saw the smoke too probably, Flokis over engineering saved me far worse. Physically I just have to rest, take the meds. Doc got me on a baby monitor if I over do it. Im back home in Wales for now, Mentally… The disconnect alone was rough, I'm still getting back to normal, but I'll be racing when you come to Istanbul. :) I have a log fire, tea and a good book right now. Everyone tells me off if I try anything more than this or light exercise. [i]*image, Bellatrix posing for camera in a wood and paper paneled style room with multiple book shelves, a rather fancy silver tea service and a thumbs up dressed in pyjama shorts and an old T-shirt. The fire is burning and a rather old looking copy of Frankenstein on her lap. The medical monitor is clearly visible on her wrist.*[/i] PS. You know a car logo with a B and two wings… old thing, had two pedals… found it sploring…[/color] The image was not risky, more a proof of life and also she was genuinely on the mend. Bellatrix was not sure why she felt the need to, but Paul had reached out to her, they were not on the same team yet he had been concerned enough to ask. The last part was her teasing him a little having heard he was a car collector in a big way, she was having a little fun. Maybe she was a little silly on the medication the doctor had her on, she was just making fun while on enforced resting. … Bellatrix was just resting up, she had Nordic mostly muted and yes. She definitely needed the time to recover however much she wanted to deny it. It had been an extremely rough weekend for her physically and mentally with everything but give it a week or so and she would be back in the sims and preparing for Istanbul. The upside of Wales too was between the walls, grounds and a large gate house the press would never be able to get here. They had called sure and Arthur had politely but firmly refused every attempt to talk to them. They had the gates closed, the family home was quiet especially as others at work etc. Bellatrix enjoyed the peace of it. [b][h2][centre][color=fff200]Sweden[/color][/centre][/h2] [/b] [b][h3][centre][color=fff200] Team updates. 22-11-2094[/color][/centre][/h3] [/b] … “We found an engine, we are stripping X02 right now of the engine, drive systems and anti grav. We also are rushing a new belly plate in fabrication.” One person reported to the office as the team updated on progress. It was going to be easier to pull an engine off a ship they knew worked than fully tune in a brand new one, with 3 other engines sitting in refit, two ships repaired or needing repair in 2 races. The teams were busy as it got and having to make creative actions to keep everything ready. Nordic could do it, but they just needed a little breathing room. “Good, new neural link going to be on time?” Sif asked as she had already declared the old one condemned after the accident, they would have to wait until Bellatrix was fully fit to complete the work though. “On time, we have spares but.. I asked our partner at SAAB, if they could deliver a security upgrade and they can. So we are getting a new heavier security version after what happened to Amy. Astrid has it in Dubai.” “So we're good, we have two ships for the next race?” The team boss asked and nodded, the medical update he had privately was they would have two pilots but the team doctor was going to be very much present in case the racing body got any ideas. “Yes, I will give you the test team, we are already ahead, you do not let me do such custom art though, a dragon burning the ship, a rampaging lion with gold claws in such a cst of movement..” Floki said as he had small models of custom designed painted work made of wood and painted by hand than soulless laser work. “Thank you, sadly. Rules plus sponsors. They already on us about our records.” The legal adviser had to say, but the ships looked… menacing, regal and downright visually impressive. “How about our art instead, we can do some promo work…” “Yes, media. Do that.” The Boss already decided, the whole thing was over the top but also would be a nice distraction too. Silver Apex fans had been sending in some pretty nasty messages following them supporting the race ban etc and the fact they refused to change their minds or soften the position. “Just get us racing, we worry about the rest later. We need ships running. Our priority is pilots and ships.” The team boss finished up with and sent everyone back to their jobs. [b][h2][centre][color=fff200]Wales[/color][/centre][/h2] [/b] [b][h3][centre][color=fff200] Trix 2. 22-11-2094[/color][/centre][/h3] [/b] … Beatrix? Beatrix had messaged Bellatrix and had missed the message for a few days, she was in and out of medical, travel and airports Bellatrix just needed a nap! Multiple naps. Being asleep she did not hurt and mentally could heal from her abrupt neural shocks. Honestly Bellatrix was a little surprised how people had come to at least be concerned to check up on her, she had obviously made a decent first impression. [b][color=fff200]Direct message. To Bea. (Trix1.) [/color] [/b] [color=fff79a]Yeah, it was a rough exit. I've been resting and asleep for the past few days. That, and all the Apex stuff… I'm back home, got me on a medical tracker so I behave and rest, thinking I need a fragile label! Hope i do not get backlash for the heavy augments? Am I gonna be Shunned? I'll be back for the next race! One day il be beating you :) Trix 2. X. [/color] Bellatrix was happy and hit send before going back to her book, deliberately old, analogue. She was not using her neural link for a bit and left it just doing its passive and augment management. … Bellatrix was ignoring the media chaos that had taken into a frenzy since the scandal of Silver Apex and illegal link tampering through numerous articles, interviews and claimed experts were plentiful. In her bubble ignoring the events, her phone for most part and living a rather analogue life as she recovered to not over stress her neural link and mental recovery. [b]“Apex of Scandal.” “Call for technology limits in AG racing.” “The concerning rise in military grade technology in Racing. An essay by Victor Yuri” “Crashes, Scandal and more, Jordan 2096.” “Has racing gone too far. A question?”[/b] However the media officers of various teams were in a rather more stressed life than a certain pilot. [@Starlance][@LadyAmber]