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tadcfnafMarinalia (Romus) Olympus
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Victoria Darya Romus
Old Harbour . Sunday Lunchtime, Race main stands, Pit lane, Lunch time.
Marilania watched nervously as the next stint and so began to kick in, the end of the race was coming, tension was building as Joels car was unable to get past the factory car sat on pole.
The race that had started so well and such good positioning by Tommy to reclaim the positions lost in the swap over. Then came the crash that slowed everything to a crawl in comparison, watching the tension hit breaking point a quick call was made to swap under caution. Watching from her seat up above she waved over to the camera crews her OHI badge hanging from her neck and a little pin badge added from polar star she had dig out, at least she better advertise the family business.
The commentary came and went, the British duo where fairly easy going but seemed some of the most informetive and more useful of the coverage, informaly some of the more senior coverage on the race cutting to at the most dramatic moments. At there team caught back on she jokily blew a kiss to the camera and at least tried to defuse the tension that seemed to be reaching a point that the very world would crack beneath them.
Suddenly Joels momment came as she saw the coverage cams come to view, both cars where nearly neck and neck, inches separating as both cars and causing the entire stands to suddenly stop watching as the last straight became a dramatic battle for the first place. The season was about to end on a dramatic wheel to wheel knife edge.
Both cars roared down into the final section, practically so close they where chipping paint and bumpers touching, a split second from wiping out at nearly 200 miles per hour. The race down the straight was neck and neck, the cameras could not even tell between and the timing was nudging between. A few times they seemed to nose ahead and fall back, both cars a single bad gearshift from victory or second place.
They crossed the line side by side to the deafening sounds, cheers and horns of the crowds as the timing boards processed and seconds passed. Both cars began to slow to a parade lap pace. Soon thr computers flashed the times and drivers as there sensors and trackers downloaded.
P1 Nicolosi, SCR, OHI, Nissan 300. 0
P2 Sato, Nissan F1, Nissan GTR,+0.035
Joining the cheers and realising Joel was so close he probbly never knew which car had won, the radio was quiet and had been since the previous sections.
Joel... Sato. GTR. +0.035.. P2... Nissan 300 P1!
Just like the airport! Sol city Champion.
Not realising the coverage had turned into team radio and was tuned in her slightly tense English accent was broadcast over the entire global coverage as booming cheers range up from the final results.
Drowned out by the sheer noise, she could only hear what was going on thanks to the noise canceling systems. Flicking a intercom switch and laughing to relive the tension,
Looks like we have somthing to celebrate tonight! Seems we gonna need more booze!
Watching the other cars come in and a the final times came in in quick succession as commentry realed off names and times as quickly as possible, the acidient prior had bunched everyone tighter and the final sections where a intense round of last minute daring overtakes, desperate defenses and defining cheers as people's favorite drivers came in. Up down the pit she could see teams celebrating and commiserations going on, reporters and TV crews gathering and waiting for drivers or covering the positions as they came in.
Heading down the stairs she saw a cooler thrown open and someone tossing beers out, it seemed everyone was starting the party early down on the paddock and pit stops. Catching a beer and thanking thr person whoever it was she watched from down below hearing the cheers echoing from thr stands and watching as the talking heads rapidly proved that 1000 words a minute was not only possible but slow.
Up in the stands Victoria watched and saw the crash with a crunching force, she relised why Marla had decided to stay back, too many bad memories. Watching the coverage and the cameras, the race was close and bunched tighter behind the marshal cars.
A few laps later the race began to heat up intensely and soon the cars where racing neck and neck, both cars where now racing bumper to bumper and the entire stands had paused and stopped, everything was waiting on the result of there automotive dueling. Leaning over the side she watched from above asnthe exited the final turns dead split. A micro fraction between them and measured in millionth of seconds.
The cats sped down to the finish line and crossed it at a dead heat. The TV could not split the two, t every angle showed a dead heat. Soon Marilanias voice was on the entire international broadcast....
Nissan 300...P1
Soon the entire crowd was on feet cheering as the results came in, other cars sped past at breakneck speeds and raced by electing loud cheers across the board as famous teams liveries streaked by and red lights lit up breaking down for parade laps and the first corner.
Yes! Damn it sis... That's drama...
Laughing as somehow she had made in onto TV across the globe by pure chance, only Marilania!
Cheerfully over to there companions across the way, she shouted over.
City Hall, 7.30, dress up, there's a very good event on! Our car won!
Cheering loudly and joining a hug from Maria and Vesarian next to her on the front row. The crowds cheered and she saw on the TV feed hugs, and similar celebrations breaking out in pit lanes and other stands across the city.
Back near a balcony the mayor watched and as the city below was celebrating, soon dozens of parties and events would be t breaking out orognized and adhoc across the entire city.
The celebration was rising and soon a good distraction from the events across the city prior would kick in. Soon one the police cheifs looked confused on the radio and listened.
Sir... We got radio traffic... No conformation, just encrypted traffic in the city net. Excuse me...
The police soon huddled, somthing strange was going on in the city but they did not know. Yeah SCPD had its problems, but everyone jumped to worst until confirmed otherwise.
Marla was waiting at city hall as she briefed a few working and making perperarions, talking and giving final instructions based on the new events. It was still a few hours off but everyone was here early as part of a final rehearsal before they launched the event.
Laughing as one the 300 clad Spartans almost fell over on his sheild and sighed, even with such a perfect plans, a bad cable or left cardboard could wreck everything!
get this place cleared damn it!
We have a victory party to launch!
The security was already planned and in place, photos of persona non grata handed out and memorised with particular emphasis on Bob. If he went within a mile of the event he would find his ass pinned by half a dozen security.
Dozens of tables set like gears of a drive system, chairs for teeth sat still covered, boxes drinks on cold storage and caterers made platters and trays. Soon her mons lisa would begin.
Well with time for her make herself apropiately ready!
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