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Realms of Sun & Shadow

Syraeia Leela “Sy-a” Inn Keeper

Sun Temple . PTSD Snek.

Hugged Snake. Yay.

Snakey Nakey skeepy snake.

Sya was lost in thoughts swaying softly on her rather long lower body, the memory hit hard and feelings came forward like a great storm of winter by the coast. Tempest that rattled even the great shutters of the keep and had caused many a sailor to meet an untimely end.

Sya was still lost in thoughts as she remembered her home, those who lived in the lands now lost and the fact she might have been living in her own home, maybe with a baby of her own and waiting for her partner so she could cuddle by the fire.

She slowly turned her head to someone calling her name, a friend even! Syas brain began to rapidly work out where she was, what time it was and who was in front of her. Kira, the woman who was feared, the loner of the town, yet she saved Sya and Sya liked her!

“Kira” Sya said in her particular accent and her eye switched from a far off place, to the present. Sya's tail unraveled a little from her protective position to match her emotions and gave a little enthusiastic wave, a flash of blue slashed across the bright lights inside the Temple. The light hurt her eye but could be endured and as long as she avoided the largest flame it was OK for now.

“I…i vas… before. Old… my old… ” Sya paused and her tone was less confident before she got more confident again and returned to the self that people knew the innkeeper for. “I light, light for friend. Protect them. Those who left into Ember burnt land.” Sya said, answering the question. Leaving the fact Sya had obviously had less than ideal experiences in time between the old, and new, Dawn haven.

Sya. Was sya. She moved with a surprising fast and slightly unnervingly fluid motion to some and hugged Kira giving her a peck on the cheek without fear or fact Kira was a somewhat dark loner in Dawn Haven. Sya was not put off by that reputation. “Friend Kira, vi hope you be well, vand careful. Vi am glad to see vou.” She said let go but did not back off too much, treating her like a friend and showed none of the hesitation others had around the red haired blightborn.

“Ze. Youngest Priestess? Little one, sssister to ze sun champion?” Sya asked and looked around not seeing her giving a flinch as she turned to face the brightest part of the room. Her vision was too acute for this kind of brightness. “No, see. I just arrive, this.. iz my first time inside.” Sya said slowly pushing though the words, her accent thickened but brought back under control again.

“Oh…” Sya said with a turn of her body, flowing round to face the door what made a loud noise, a thud, clatter or so…somthing coming from the corridor / route to the back rooms of the Temple.”maybe zat…?” Sya asked in her ever present hybrid of an accent.

@The Muse
@Queen Arya

In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

The Tech who lifts.

Enzo thought blasting down using the large scale utility runs would be the best plan, a large scale facility would need large air ducts and major supply of everything, water, gas and power supply in the industrial scale.

But he took the order to just blow the wall out and nodded. “Wall, got to Boss, everything, should be able to make a decent hole. Shaped charge, cutting, probably both.” He nodded and the big tech went to study the wall of solid concrete to find a spot that may not be as unbreakable. “

She was meant to be… upstairs. Right?” He said before he could think of seeing the woman, the reporter with a camera blinked. In a place stacked with bodies and bullet casings galore. This vault was totally normal and so were people planning to blow a hole in it?

He was looking, testing the wall and looking for weak points, pipes, conduits or other elements that might allow a path past the door. The door was way too solid to blast and likely break something important to make sure the door seals shut, locked permanently. Thrse things had layers of redundancy, he had to find a spot where the system might have been overlooked.

He found a spot where the concrete had a joint, and had changed colour like a fill of two different grades of concrete about 2 by 3 feet ish. It was the only flaw in the whole thing.

Rigging the blasting charge was pretty easy work, just a lot of it as he had to add everything he could think of to try and breach an unknown wall of thickness and materials behind it. Shaped, cutting, delayed charges, everything calculated to do the most damage to anything on the other side of the wall.

“Hey, right, this is gonna go with one hell of a boom. Back up to the stairs, it's gonna be dusty, smokey and maybe firey so masks on, ear pro down.” Enzo said clearly as he looked around, they really had to get the intern clear because this much dust would not be good for the woman, or the flying debris everywhere.

“I have no idea what's behind that wall. So plan well. Anything.” He admitted honestly, it could be anything from a major gas line, to an office or lead to a tunnel with another such set of doors.

“Blast countdown when everyone's ready.” He said hoping that he would not detonate a major gas main.

Paradise Lost

Reenneesuash (Ren to humans) daughter of veanamdarr

Ren decided she might as well join them if could not beat the crazy and started to make a cup of tea. Everything was showing as safe, and no tests showed any kind of elevated chemical or such levels. Bar the water tasting a bit over treated. Leaving her bag by the kitchen, she sighed without the weight, it was not super heavy but…nicer without.

She was returning with a cup when someone asked about a beer so turned around, and searched the fridge in the world's creepiest set. “Umm, theirs…Bud zero Gravity…ewww, some Sodas, Fosters Edenite original … Steel Reserve?… that's ok? Right?” Ren said as she placed the can on the coffee table and joined them sipping from a mug with a smiling moon on it.

Even post apocalypse no one deserved to drink Bud zero Gravity. Brewed on a space station, maybe the bugs would eat it and all die of mass despair.

“So, what next? We know it's not environmental? Maybe we head to city hall? Or some kind of government building?” Ren asked as they sat in the insane place and situation they found themselves in.

“Anyone else got an idea?” She asked honestly, confused as this expedition had no answers to an alarming number of questions. “I have no solid evidence, for anything, why there's no people.”

Paradise Lost

Reenneesuash (Ren to humans) daughter of veanamdarr

Ren nodded and looked, extremely curious at the apartment and especially when they had found that the place was.. well fully stocked? It had working lights, clean, food and drink present. Everything was present and everything seemed to be normal but the complete and utter lack of people who should live here.

Ren popped her mask free, apart from well… pollen, nothing on her tests showed as a danger. The test machines were some of the best portable gear she could carry, so if there was a danger, the test machine would know. “Let me just double check that before you start drinking ok.” Ren said seriously, dropping her lighter tone, science Ren.

Ren put some water into a sample tube, mixed some chosen chemical in from her kit and dropped a selected test strip into the mixture she made. It took a few minutes before she got a result from the test strip. “Nothing, its…water. Treated, a little high in chemical, but safe, it might make your tea taste a little different but that's it.” Ren finished comparing the colour lines across the test strip more confused than ever to be honest. Her voice told her confusion, like there was no evidence to explain the outcome.

She gestured to the other woman that the tea was safe to drink.

“Oh…” yeah. That was it. It was…that. Uncanny, it lacked the normal errors, mess and so of normal life. Not even the mugs were racked the wrong way round or there was anything out of place. Like a magazine photo shoot. “You're right, most of us leave a to-do list or shopping list etc in the kitchen. Or charge a holo phone…” Nothing. Uncanny. So right it was wrong.

Paradise Lost

Reenneesuash (Ren to humans) daughter of veanamdarr

Ren was following them into the city, it was very much a spooky place. Everything was dead? Everyone was just plain gone yet the entire place was normal at the same time. Undamaged by war, bugs and nothing was causing an alarm on any sensors for air being toxic.

It was just like every single person had decided to up, leave and go off on holiday. They had no idea why and that was genuinely concerning. The concerns, dozens of potential options and has yet to narrow anything down.

“This is creepy, ive got no alarms, and no people… nothing too far out of spec.” Ren said with a confused tone to her voice. Scientists did not like things that had utterly no reasons for happening. Everything had cause and effect. Everything had a reason, however weird.

“You also never called out, you left the group doc?” She said with a little comment back but also pulled some gloves on, and popped a kit out her bag sat on a bench near the lobby area where oddly, the power was working.

“Samples, give me a bit il run it for you, got anything else interesting for me to play with?.” Ren said as she started working on the machine, popping a scrape and fragments of samples into test vials with a little chemical before working away on the machine. She looked up from behind the protective face mask she was still wearing and began to look even more confused to be honest the more she got answers.

“Not sure what you want to hear, but… “ she paused to double check, ran a sample of her own and typed away at buttons with a high degree of focus instead being…well Ren.

“Elvated levels in some things, but nothing that harm us, just variables. Nothing. It's different and not dangerous. Look…” she tapped and on the screen a chart compared lines with Eden basic and this planet. Variations but no signs of anything to cause the current situation. ”That’s us. That's here. No rads outside are safe, we are only a few % over Eden Prime. Nothing that could explain anything we experienced."

Standing up again and stretching before packing up. "Worst I can say, is pollen count higher than we used to."

Putting her gear back, she looked up scanning for noise, sound, anything. Nope. Nothing out of ordinary which was especially out of normal. “Anything, did they leave some coffee…” She looked at the apartment and rested a compact pistol in her hand, it would not stop anything heavy but felt far far more safe with it in her hand. "Heck, might be able to get a new dress or heals" Ren joked as she got up. End of world or not, she did want to look... respectable.

MENTIONS
@InfamousGuy101@Dyelli Beybi@Flarbinia

Paradise Lost

Will poost. Just need to know what the samples will reveal.

DELTΔ HYPER (Anti-Gravity Racing, Cyberpunk/Solarpunk RP)

Bellatrix Olympus. Nordic.

Wales. Recovery.
22 -11 - 2094.

Wales

Recovery time.
17-11-2094

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.

Direct message.
To Paul.
<Encrypted. Point to point. Handshake.>
<Confirmed.> <Cyberdine secure Messaging. V.3.755A>
<Your messages are Secure.>
<Chat with Bellatrix Olympus - Romus - Draken.>

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.

*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.*

PS. You know a car logo with a B and two wings… old thing, had two pedals… found it sploring…

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.

Sweden

Team updates.
22-11-2094

…

“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.

Wales

Trix 2.
22-11-2094

…

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.

Direct message.
To Bea. (Trix1.)
<Encrypted. Point to point. Handshake.>
<Alternative Provider..> <Cyberdine secure Messaging. V.3.755A>
<Your messages are Secure.>
<Chat with Bellatrix Olympus - Romus - Draken.>

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.

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.

“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?”

However the media officers of various teams were in a rather more stressed life than a certain pilot.

@Starlance@LadyAmber

RP Rules & Preferences - What do we look for nowadays?

Honestly AI is a tool.

It can be used for good and bad.

Fully replacing the writer. No. Thats bad.
Using it to help repackage, reformat.

I wrote the idea out, im not the best at processing and turning them into X form, in this case a corporate style announcement, or making up some gossip style questions.

I took that I created and used it to help me reformat what I created into the form I wanted. The work it was all based on was original. I just used it to refine the end product created.

I still did some edits as I was not 109% happy with it, but it was a tool, one that still required a human to establish the content, the direction and to adapt it to fit the need.

...

It should never replace rhe writer.

But it can definitely be used to help the writer.

DELTΔ HYPER (Anti-Gravity Racing, Cyberpunk/Solarpunk RP)

Bellatrix Olympus. Nordic.

Jordan. Desert Dunes.
19 -11 - 2094.

Jordan

Race Rituals. Pre race.
19-11-2094

The morning before the race Bellatrix paced in a lilac sports bra, matching leggings and tried to relax as she sat doing her meditations and yoga, trying to centre her mind and channel her energy away from the chaos. She sat outside with a protective sun screen, going though movements and forms slowly, steadily as light warmed her skin and the wind moved her hair and provided no mercy from heat even early in the morning.

Bellatrix had nothing hidden as she worked with the metallic spine and reinforcements fully open to the world, her augments were part of her life and bonded as one entity, there was no separating the two anymore in her mind. She stepped mid movement to run a hand through her hair and fell backwards just lying down and looking at the bright skies above them from horizon to horizon. Bellatrix did not move for a while and just lay there flexing her metallic, then organic toes and drinking from a reusable water bottle with glowing blue design that kept cool even in hot weather, the battery life was rather short here though.

A sharp beep came near her head making Bellatrix lift her body and roll over onto her chest to check the phone. “Sure. Be over in 5..maybe 10.” She said into the phone and ended the call and groaned before moving to push off the ground and find some clothes to wear and the slow morning was over. The busy, the chaos and the frantic energy would begin.

…

“All Pilots and ships ready in 1 hour.” Came over the pit intercom on a tinny speaker as people worked like a hive of ants in the especially confined spaces Jordan provided. It was hot, heavy and people moved through planned and practiced motions, check, verify, confirm. Panels were being locked and secured, heavy carts piled with tools, wires plugged into numerous ports and screens that ran text and data graphs in lines of green texts, code and other information from the ships sensors and systems.

Bellatrix was looking on as her team worked on the ship, her name and a Welsh flag clearly painted on the hull. Someone had even painted a small pink crown as part of the design with a B design akin to her cap.

…

“Come on, up ya go.” Sif pulled Bellatrix up and into being able to climb safely into the cockpit, its systems already partially activated with firm hands moving to help secure the straps, secure them tightly and lock the quick release catch together into the belts.

“I know the drill.” Bellatrix lifted her arms so Sof could check everything was tight, locked in and tested the fit of her giving it approval with a casual double tap to the head as a good to go signal. “All ready, watch the temps. It's dry, dusty, and we cannot get clean air so easily. We got extra filters but they can also limit cooling flow too.” Sif finished and went to lean back so the cockpit could be closed.

“Got it, watch the temps, save the extra coolant, until I need it. Why is it always sandy or hot Sif?” Bellatrix asked as she checked the dials and settings where all green to go.

“5 minutes. The intercom voice, across the entire garage and people began to rapidly make space for the ship to exit.”Because, us Engineers have to suffer for our art. Good luck.” She ended and closed, locking down the heavily reinforced pilots compartment, with sloped additional protection that had been installed to help deflect a stray rock off from the pilot given the race terrain. Nordic call made small safety changes to adapt to races, it was approved and the effect on speed was negligible.

“Go, go go…” someone outside the garage said over Radio and waved the ships out and pointed their way to the start line, several others joining that block of traffic to the grid, releasing roughly in order.

“Copy. Nordic is go.” A voice said confirming as the two ships left into a small stream of racing ships headed to the line and mid of the pack.

Jordan

Racing.
19-11-2094

…

The start was dusty, messy and entirely choked with traffic due to the bad position but Bellatrix was beginning to get the measure of the pack ahead and formulated a plan to get past. The additional installation that seemed silly paid off when it sent a larger rock kicked up by another ship deflecting off and away with minimum damage and carried on her move, several smaller rock strikes but breezed past, 1 down, far too many to go but it was a start. She was fighting up the pack but it was as tough going as the meetings agreed.

The team panel crew would not like the dents in the hull but that could not be helped as ships raced through the red stained deserts, tails of dust and loose rock followed where each one left dramatic looking shots the cameras must be making the most of.

5 laps later Bellatrix made that 2 down as she passed a pilot who misjudged and swept on by cleanly, no fuss, no drama, a clear better line and glided right past them and steadily cutting her path to the points and to salvage a small victory from this utter cluster fuck of the race.

She was lining up and checking out her next target when the whole system came alive with warnings. “Heat warning.” “Engine temperature warning.” “Engine temperature exceeding operating range.” “Fuel mix error.” “AG motor error.” “Engine bay status system fail.” “Left rear Cam. Fail.” “FIRE. ENGINE FIRE. EMERGENCY BEACON ACTIVATED.”

Bellatrix was in a well armoured and protected pod, her limited view did not let her see the fire behind her the status systems where showing but externally the camera panned instantly to see several panels with flames leaping from the Nordic call ship, thick black smoke and the bright paintwork soon vanishing to fire, heat damage and smoke stained grey. By time final warning hit the flames fully took hold and one panel of the ship was just gone showing flames leaping from the Engine hatch as Bellatrix did her best to pull the ship off to a flat area of ground dead ahead.

“And. Olympus, Bellatrix of Nordic has had an engine fire, we are live as she is fighting the ship off into the escape lane.”

“I don't think Nordic will repair this one.” Another less subtle commentator said as the camera panned to watch the crash after the engine fire.

Those few seconds felt like hours to Bellatrix in the cockpit.

The controls were on emergency and felt like forcing a 200 ton super hauler on manual rather than a racing ship to force them over. With a great effort driven by augmented strength and sheer adrenaline the ship came to halt cutting through a sand dune for dozens of metres given she was racing at nearly 150mph beforehand.

Even before she could panic, training kicked in and Floki being a mother hen about safety was truly worth it. Slamming the emergency button, an ear ringing noise and blast of force detached the entire canopy section and sent it over a dozen metres into air and away, the second effect saw a huge plume of steam and noise as all coolant, fire suppression systems and more was dumped into the engine bay to slow down the fire.

“Wait for the hell frost my dear, count to 3.” He had said in his own way, explained later but reality was different as the AG motors super cooled state was diverted into a dramatic final pilot protection system forcing flames away from the cockpit.

The final result… Bellatrix slammed her emergency release, the pain as she was force disconnected from her ship sent a jolt right down her spine and to her ends of body but she forced, grabbed, rolled and was rolling down the side of the ship and just moving till she felt the hands of stewards pulling her away and noise of people rushing towards the fire.

“What the….” Bellatrix's first words as she patted herself frantically seeing her suit was fully intact bar superficial damage, smelled of smoke and her helmet had needed help to remove after the protective seals and other things moved to do their functions of protecting the user. “Where, what…” She asked as the last few short minutes were all a blur of chaos.

The pain and aches came later. One of the stewards had an arm about her shoulders and took her into the medical centre for standard checks, if you crashed. They checked. That was the rule for decades.

In the final shot media got Bellatrix managed to raise a thumbs up, red hair messy, with a helmet half hung off her chest showing she was at least not seriously injured and walked in, with help.

Had chaos not happened. That might have been one of the images of the race in the media. As it happened , chaos was alive.

….

Jordan

Delta Hyper
19-11-2094

Several people fussed over Bellatrix as she headed out, sure she had a limp but that was thankfully the worst of it, she would need a new race suit and helmet but that was fine, she was alive and walking out of a 150 mph wreck. Her ex was right, they were not the same people with the same idea of danger and when to quit. Bellatrix was happy to climb back in Istanbul, they would have had her off for 2 months and with a therapist. Some people were built for it. Some people were not.

Not that she blamed them. Pilots were a different kind of people. You had to adapt.

It was that attitude that had her walking over to the Delta hyper area in loose and comfortable dress, on advice of Ren and her bodyguard it was longer, more loose in a light green with some chunky jewellery and stylish scarf from a local store she had borrowed off one of the team. All in all, thanks to others she was stylish, comfortable and looked the part for Jordan.

That style was less as she had Ren with an arm helping her, her body guard followed and one of the crew had come, he said the team was worried so insisted and joined the small group.

Bellatrix sat politely waiting, legs crossed and relaxed, she was still aching from the crash and clearly was not entirely as she was normally but she was alive, healthy and in front of them even after a bad engine fire. Having seen the images, she saw how hot and how much damage the ship took. They would have to salvage it and see what was left and what went wrong. The engine was utterly scrap metal for sure.

“Thanks Aurora, it was pretty scary but Nordic systems and training really worked, I got out safe and while Floki is eccentric, he got that right.” She said making her team have a big up even if they lost! She was alive, unhurt permently and just limping with a headache etc now.

“Im just glad to be ok right now to be honest, i lost, but im not hurt badly, thats a win. I still have to call my parents, so I might be a long one.” She joked and kept it light. Bellatrix had left the medical centre and have to have a few check ups but that seemed to be minor price to pay.

Turning back to the race. Yeah, she was looking to get 10th, but that did not happen. “I was looking for points, we where on track and we had a good plan to hold at least 9th or 10th.” She said honestly, could they get a higher place? Maybe even just getting a few points would be helpful in the construction championships. “Il see you all in Istanbul, I have a ship and il be back.” She directed the pilots and the cameras, she would not quit.

…

Then someone was here to meet her, but not Nordic. He was a rather talkative man from the racing body. He answered no questions, just told them all to go to a certain place for checks. Bellatrix said her doctor said she needed to take it easy and headed back for a nap but was overruled and soon being shuffled off to the medical area, well again in her case. “Rude… bloody drone.” Bellatrix cursed in Welsh as they parted.

…

Jordan

Post Race. Post neural tests.
19-11-2094

Hours later Bellatrix's mood was far less charitable as she departed the checks, did they realise her spine, neck and body down her left side was heavily augmented?

Her whole body from the tests they had made her do, after a crash no less, her body, mind and soul felt exhausted after the bullshit she had to endure. She was new! Whatever those fucking idiots did at the other teams she just joined the season, not even done 3 or so races? Wtf? “Whoever grabs me again, I will break your hand into pulp. Get me my team and my fucking lawyer, team boss and my security here now.” Bellatrix said with a rather pronounced accent, the gentle Princess was long gone and she left with her security, team security and a French woman who was currently talking so rapidly into a phone that most of the words had blurred into sound.

“Ma Bell, stay quiet, we will tear them down later… but we need a plan. Get the doctor here, now.” Ren said as they provided an escort back to her quarters and also gave a clear order to a team member who decided despite not being their team, the French woman, an injured pilot, was serious enough to do so.

“Fine, but I want heads.” Bellatrix said as one of the staff with them decided that their team Princess had plenty of steel and fire, not just pink and fluffy as she sometimes played up.

…

Jordan

Nordic Huddle.
19-11-2094

“This is … what the hell are they up to over there.” The Nordic Team principal was downright confused, frustrated and equally concerned for his two pilots, one who climbed out a burning wreck. They had never, ever messed with that kind of thing, Nordic took pilot safety as a matter of culture. Sure they might bend an in ship technical rule but the pilots minds and bodies? They would close down first.

“Find out what's going on. Now. Floki, get the hull salvaged, see what you can do. Bjorn, get our security to meet the pilots, I do not care for their people. They can do one. Ours. Media, stay quiet for now, just say we are concerned etc and take pilot safety as our guiding principle.” The meeting was short but decisive. Orders were given and the team was equally parts disturbed and protective of their two pilots; they had watched on the screens seeing one of their ships send dark smoke over the desert that day.

“Pilots?” Someone asked unsure how to handle that issue and noting down rapidly.

“Let them rest, we will have a full talk when we get back what happened, why and any deals we have with Silver Apex, agreements. Anything. It is now over.” He knew the brand would be utterly toxic so now was the time to let the plague ship loose. They would not be tied to people who thought this was even a thing you could test.

...

Jordan

Home...ish.
19-11-2094

Urgh. Bellatrix was seen by the team doctor whose language got a little fruity but said she was ok, rested and to take it easy. No sims and racing for several days. She had already been rapidly disconnected from one ship and forced into a second round of tests.

“Thanks doc, I'll behave.” Bellatrix said tiredly, she was about to hit the pillow when saw a voice mail after phoning her parents to say she was safe. Oh…? A former…champion. Talk? This was curious… worst case. Bellatrix takes Ren and so with her…

Florence.
Reply. Message.
“Istanbul, yeah, Thursday night good? I got some time then to talk. Sorry, I'm beat to hell mentally and physically right now, goodnight.”

Trixie. X

Jordan

Media.
19-11-2094

…
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
​NORDIC CALL RACING ISSUES STATEMENT REGARDING THE JORDAN RACE AND RECENT FORMULA AG ALLEGATIONS

​Following the events of the Jordan race, Nordic Call Racing has issued an official statement on behalf of the entire team and its pilots regarding the recent allegations shaking Formula AG.
​On the Allegations Against Silver Apex

​We at Nordic Call Racing are utterly horrified by the recent accusations of neural link tampering, mental manipulation, and illicit activities within Formula AG regarding Silver Apex.

​Nordic Call Racing fully supports any and all sanctions applied against Silver Apex in this case. Their alleged actions violate every core value, ethical standard, and principle that our team stands for.
​Our Commitment to Pilot Safety

​At Nordic Call, safety is not just a protocol—it is our absolute priority. We have always endeavoured to ensure that our pilots come first. We have never, and will never, endanger the individuals who make up our team and our family. This remains our unwavering promise to our athletes, our fans, and the motorsport community.

​Pilot Status Update
​In light of recent events, both of our pilots have undergone comprehensive medical and regulatory checks. We can confirm that all results are entirely within official regulations.

​Bellatrix Olympus: Following her recent crash, Bellatrix has emerged largely unscathed, escaping with only minor injuries. While she will require a brief period of rest to fully recover, we are incredibly pleased to confirm that she will be back in the cockpit and ready to race for the upcoming round in Istanbul.

​Media Contact Notice:
Any further official updates regarding the team, our pilots, or ongoing developments will be broadcast exclusively through official Nordic Call Racing team channels and authorized media outlets.


​### ENDS ###

Bonjour, chers amis! 💫
​A little update from the desk of Florence Dubois (“Ren”) regarding our dear Bellatrix Olympus.

​✨ The Latest News
​I am so incredibly happy—and deeply relieved—to report that following the crash in Jordan today, our lovely Bellatrix has escaped with only minor injuries. Quel soulagement!

​Naturally, there will be a slight delay to her upcoming streams and activities while she rests and recovers, but things will resume just as soon as she is back to full strength.

​💌 A Heartfelt Merci
​Your beautiful messages, warm wishes, and endless support mean the absolute world to us right now. Seriously, your kindness is completely priceless—merci beaucoup from the bottom of our hearts.

​We will keep you closely updated as she mends. Until then, sending you all so much love!
​Gros bisous,
Ren

…

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Sun 19/10/94 Formula AG Pilot Group Chat

Cassie Neves

Are we not going to talk about the giant fucking elephant in the room? Like, is this chat just going to sit here silent? After we all got a load more scrutineering?

Harrison

Yeah that allegation is worrying. Cannot believe it. Can't believe we got held around for another six hours.

Astrid

Told you that Amy was a bot.

Glad we kicked her and Jen out of the group. Is she coming back?

Anyone know what the extent of it is?

Wedge

You are fucking cold Astrid lol

no idea, but I heard it was suspension until they get to the bottom of it

and no idea

Dorian

Well someone wins a championship if she doesn't.....doesn't sit well with me. Nora deserves that but even then, feels like the worst scandal I've seen.

I booted Jenny out, I feel sorry for her, she's brand new.

@Wedge Standard protocol. We did it with Jamie and Layla

Ava Villarosa

@Cassie Neves agreed. This is terrifying.

Astrid

bet you know something Ava

Cassie Neves

@Astrid

No, fuck off. Ava and Nora nearly died and if in any way this is connected, this is gonna make me snap. I'm willing to get as much chrome as anyone, we all are. Neural link interfacing past safeguards? No way. At that point, Amy is basically more ship than person. Are you out of your mind? In fact, is that what happened to Layla? @Kais?

Wedge

Woah Cass chill

Florence

Listen, they didn't know. Don't blame them, they're suspended until further investigation. We can't comment, otherwise the rest of us are going to get screwed. Last thing I want is ending up getting a lot more restrictions that just make it shit to compete. Intrusive testing is messy. It hurts a lot. That's what I'm scared of.

Cassie Neves

Says the person from fucking Silver Apex! Florence I knew you were a fucking snitch, you surely had to know? Unless you're a bot too?

Kofi

Florence isn't, even if she races like one, but seriously- agree with you Cassie, we need to be united on that. We can't get divided here.

Florence- what did you mean?

Dorian

Guys chill out

Florence definitely isn't she has a kid, cmon

Hamid

eyyy Cassie that is unfair, don't go after Kais like that.

Layla has nothing to do with this. Far as I know, she retired of her own volition- she's really private outside of racing. Saw it as a way to get into post-humanism.

Cassie Neves

No, she wasn't. I didn't agree with Layla at all but she wasn't ever like that, ever, and you're talking out of your arse because you're paid that way. Is everyone here going mental because all of this is bullshit?

Astrid

ngl we all are but you're the only one throwing shit at everyone

we have no way of knowing anything until the results come back in and far as they said, Silver Apex tampered with them in a way that's nearly impossible

Also, you literally are at Zygon

when did you grow a spine, or switch personalities? do they offer that now?

Harrison

Cassie has a point, didn't know her well but Layla wouldn't have quit, Jordan felt pretty empty without her, not gonna lie, not my place but she'd have loved it (sorry Hamid). Not seeing her at all is weird. Miss that weird Jordanian.

Kofi

everyone calm

Florence

@Kofi

On that earlier comment- intrusive neural testing is awful. It basically starts to poke around at where the neural link bonds to synapses past motor functions in the temporal lobe (memory) and is very painful. Did it when Silver Apex was rolling in a new interface platform (the one that usually does all of your body's biomonitoring / diagnostics, and hurt the worst when you had it installed). Many of you wouldn't have had it because it doesn't normally happen now in modern systems as it latches to the back of your brain and wires up neurons to it, rather than deep in. Really not looking forward to it. Don't agree with anyone tampering at all, but FIAR are going to open a can of worms. Especially if you have artificial limbs, it's artificed through your temporal lobe too, then it's even worse. Like the worst migraine you've ever had with pins and needles. Feels like you're being pulled out of your own body.

Ava Villarosa

Shit. @Bea, can we catch up?

I'm worried about Amy tapping into other pilots. @Cassie Neves and @Harrison are right...

There is no way it's just Amy. Too much noise around. Some corporate is going to adore this tech. It's way too dangerous.

Cassie Neves

@Ava Villarosa you were asking around half the grid with @Kais and now you're wondering if it's anyone else? shit I wonder how Carrera got so good, especially when Bea is friends with Amy, you couldn't even see it inside

@Bea you really need to come clean. Tell us what is going on, because you're the only person it seems like who knows her. Beginning to think I made the right call.

actually now I think about it that makes a lot of sense, guess you weren't drinking the juice @Ava Villarosa

Ava Villarosa

oh fuck you, you saw the facility, puta de hijo, don't DARE say that about us.

Bea can answer for herself. You're full of shit, they'll do worse to you in Seoul. You wanted to leave, you think they reward disloyalty? Or are you projecting?

Ben Hale

Wait Cassie nearly went to Carrera?

Astrid

this is a mess

Dorian

Everyone- they'll get to the bottom of it.

We're all paranoid right now. We don't know what FIAR will do. Whatever it is, it's for the safety of pilots, and they'll know all of this. If we fight among ourselves, it'll fall apart if any of us speak up to media, for much worse. You all know that the ships don't work without them, and it goes both ways. FIAR have to find a way to make this work and they can't replace us.

Right now, our neural links are safe, unless anyone in any way has tampered with them in their teams. Tens of millions of people use it and ours are the most scrutinised, so this is an anomaly. Me and Kofi have got a Pilots Rep meeting with them later.

Recommend we don't talk about this and wait this out. Nobody do anything stupid. Any panic and Florence is right, they could get worse.

Glad I'm leaving though. This is insane.

Wedge

Hopefully this gets dealt with!

Cassie Neves

@Wedge admire your optimism

@Ava Villarosa sorry if trust is in short supply but I don't buy anything I hear anymore

@Dorian did you know something about this?

Astrid

amy not winning the title because she's a bot was not on my bingo card

Florence

@Cassie chill the fuck out, don't throw anything at Dorian.

Dorian

nothing my end

Paul

I can confirm the testing sucks! It is painful and invasive. I didn’t like it at all. However, if I have to go through this to prove I am not cheating or being taken advantage of unknowingly, I can’t help but think it is in our best interests. That is all I will say for now.

Bellatrix.
They fucked us all over. All of us. Do you realise how that feels when it's your spine? After an emergency shut down the same day? Silver Apex have crossed the line where they were no longer human. We may push the rules, we may bend them. Those are lines that should never be crossed. Their neural tech people should be charged and put on trial.

For the record. Yes. I do have extensive augments, that include my spine, left side, AI management, self maintenance etc. This is to keep me alive since I was young. I'm not one of those people…

Goodnight.

Astrid. She is my team mate. Anyone got a problem, I am your problem. Bellatrix is kind. I will not be.

Astrid finished the message as she decided to hit send and knocked back a pain killer to try and sleep. The fact her co pilot had climbed out a flaming wreck, did not quit and wanted to carry on?

The Princess of AG had steel as well as lace, Astrid would burn bridges for her teammate, so be it. Loyalty once earned was earned.