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In DELTΔ HYPER (Anti-Gravity Racing, Cyberpunk/Solarpunk RP) → 6 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Bellatrix Olympus. Nordic.
Road to Australia.
&
Australia Practice.
05-10-2094 to 20-10-2094


Nordic Call Factory

Terrace Meeting.
05-10-2094


It was not raining for once and what the locals considered a good day as they headed out onto a sheltered but open terrace to have an informal meeting about how everyone's weeks were going so far. Of course, the fresh air here was FRESH. aka. Cold by her mind.

Bellatrix was not used to the cold and it showed as she was hugging a warm cup of tea, blanket over her legs and close to the fire outside as the team enjoyed the outdoor meeting on a terrace for the fresh air. Even the warm coat and insulated leggings had not adapted her to go from a UK weather to a Nordic weather where snow practically needed a bulldozer in winter.

“Headaches, weird, my balance is off and my Augments need to balance with the new neural stuff, updated driver links, that stuff but I'll be race ready come Australia.” A mechadrie snaked out her back and adjusted her blanket but it was not as controlled as before. She was recovering from the AI in her spine adapting, the neural updates and so for the more advanced control set up and feedback systems of the top level AG racer were not gonna run properly off Junior AG tech.

Oh. They had been gentle and safe as they could but Bellatrix had needed a fairly serious upgrade to meet the new standards, it was not as bad when she got her first major racing mods though, and nothing like her own augments she had growing up. She could push through as long as it was not too demanding.

“A week at most, and you'll be meshed, it's only been 2 days. You're doing fine Bellatrix, you power through like Astrid.” The team Doctor said giving the update and responding, it was not detailed but this was just a general update meeting, he had been pressed, rushed but now it was mostly monitoring and such from his team. The ship engineers were not having such easy days.

“It's on schedule. Not perfect, but it will race. We made the custom pilot controls, pod and added tungsten mass to make it balanced and race legal.” The woman said with no preamble who was representing the engineers as most work.

“Marketing, how are socials looking? Same with merchandise, what we got for Australia?” The Team Principal who was hosting the meeting asked, he did not care if more senior people were busy, this was just to keep his finger on the pulse of the team. Someone dropped another log on the fire for their resident British woman, it was not even true winter yet. She would have an experience.

The meeting carried on.

…

Nordic Call Factory

Cardio Room.
12-10-2094


Her legs burned but Bellatrix did not quit as the rolling hills of Sweden lush in thick dark evergreens in sunshine and a nice pine smell hit her nose. It was certainly nicer than going out into the wet, cold and rather grey outside…but was that not the Welsh Borders year round! The trees smelt more air freshener but it was nice in its own joys.

Her ability to marvel at this simulated landscape was limited by the level she needed to push and the big target level / average power levels constantly telling her when she slacked off or her rhythm was interrupted by the virtual terrain changes.

Astrid was hard to read and rarely gave away much, quite reserved and very much engaged with Bellatrix on her own terms but it worked and had adapted to calling her Trixie which at least seemed a positive step rather than just Bellatrix. She stretched her out getting off the bike, feeling comfortable enough to also drop the active systems that blended in her arm and leaving metal visible to her shoulder under her work out gear from her left arm and lower leg ultra lightweight metal plating. The spine could never be hidden.

“Hey, nice ride Astrid.” She said feeling the burn but also the euphoria of hard exercise. 5 foot nothing yes, Bellatrix had to be in good shape as a Junior driver. Astrid cut straight to it and honestly while jarring she could get used to the peculiar nature of her co-pilot, she meant well even if they were very much different people and how they expressed it. “I'll mention it when I have my next appointment. Thank you.” Bellatrix said as Astrid was practically already turning away as the British woman finished. She had tried to invite her to join her for an afternoon tea lunch before the Finn was...the Finn... Someone explained Astrid just was like that.

Astrid was Astrid. She never let anyone change her. Bellatrix respected that.

She spent a few minutes sitting down and let her AI run diagnostics and poke at her limbs' data ports till they bleeped cheerfully reporting green and a 97.8% response rate vs prior averages. Not bad, she would be race fit come time. Now she really did need a shower probably at temperatures her ex would have considered a lava bath.

The metallic tentacles that had snaked around her wrist as they worked began to retract away again, for anyone else they would freak out likely. She had them for years, an extra limb that felt entirely natural.

Nordic Call Factory

Sim City Racing. Long days. Fast racing.
14-10-2094


The Simulated car was not real. Everything felt real including the pressure, the pain, G force and the thump in her back when the grav motors hit full force acceleration down the straight.

This was another session on the simulation as she practiced for harsh weather and heavy rain lashed the track, winds tried to push you and you had to dodge waves and time maneuvers perfectly. The exercise was a race but a race under the worst conditions they could make up. Motors had failed before, bad grid starts, penalty's and more had been thrown in to give the new pilot a trial by fire before she faced the real thing.

She was an experienced Junior pilot but they made her earn her way up from the start. That was honestly for the best and Bellatrix felt better as she beat each challenge or least got better, faster and her lap times were improving even under duress.

Darting through a gap she made an aggressive attempt to exploit the gap she had been working down the last two laps and spun out badly. She already knew what the debriefing would be, good run, smooth handling but too hard on the controls, she had over compensated and pushed the ship beyond its limits.

But this was why she was doing this. Again. And again. And again. Every mistake in practice, every mistake and error on sims was a lesson learned for the real thing when she could not make mistakes.

“Reset. We're gonna do a false start drill again.”

Bellatrix just nodded and closed her eyes, the sim Reset and did a mind bending and eye searing fuzzy change. The second time she learned to close her eyes.

“Ready. 30 seconds Bellatrix.” The voice said again as the sim paused and loaded the new scenario.

…

“Reset. Night race.”

“Reset. Low visibility”

“Reset. Defend the place from simulated Amy.”

“Reset. Keep in points.”

“Reset. Keep power below 80%. Manage engine temperature.”

“Reset. Manual mode. Ship to pilot link failure “

“Reset. I want a safe inter team challenge. We got Astrid for this one.”

“Reset. The test driver is P8. I want you to take them in 3 laps. Second half. Time your speed.”

“Close down. We were done for the day. Great work, we go over all this in the morning. Prepare to disengage from simulation.”

One of the people had to help her out and give her a hand before she found her feet properly again. She had been in sim racing for over twice a normal race, testing skills, endurance and her ability to keep coming back despite the knock backs, challenges and keep processing instructions. She had managed it but her mind and body needed an early night's sleep to recover before they did the detailed post debrief with the race engineers, planners and others.

Training had been tough for Junior, but this was a whole new level. However, Bellatrix was not a racing pilot because she quit when she felt tired or a muscle hurt. She kept going. Pain, stress and pressure was fuel. So Bellatrix would be back bright… early…maybe not so bright needing a strong coffee. But be back on it tomorrow.

She needed to be ready to give Australia her all and prove she had what it took. Back right at the bottom of the pile. She needed to earn her place back up the hard way. On the track at 500kph and threading needles of timing like a shark hunting its prey remorselessly and exploiting their mistakes the moment they made them.

Nordic Call Factory

Upgrades & Updates.
15-10-2094


“Hey boss, right over here, you sure about this speed package, seems pretty aggressive, but check her out. She is the best we can do and have her race ready.” The senior engineer hunched inside the car and she slinked out the seat, the men could not so easily work on this part of the ship now they had fitted everything and installed the custom seat etc.

“Thats what Bellatrix chose, I agreed and we need to shake up the pack. Damn that's a tight fit, my teenage daughter would not be comfortable.” The team principal said as he put his head into the driver's pod now fitted with a custom seat, control set ups and various systems which made the small space even smaller. The head up display was active and he tried to view it but looked fuzzy.

“Her ship, but I'm for stability. You have not seen the custom seat spacer bolts, weights and custom padding.” The engineer said humorously and helped her boss not fall over getting his head out. It could be disorienting working on these things. “All control inputs custom, based on Astrid's design and scaled down, got the legal bits fitted and gotta get her synced with it tomorrow morning.” The engineer finished.

The team boss chuckled when the engineer said they had built a race booster seat for the new pilot. The craft was a reserve that had belonged to Bjorn but now was entirely rebuilt, the paint now said “B.Olympus. NC.3. 2094. AG.” on its nose paint and rather standing out for the traditionally more Scandinavian team a Union Jack flag was painted neatly after it. “Sure, spacer bolts. That's what you called them. Good work I know we asked a lot of you, so once we got the sync test and it passed, give the crew a day off, and tell them we pay for a good meal for you in Australia.” The team boss finished as he hummed approvingly even if his eye line did not let him see the holo heads up display in the ship, it was done and the money and energy she had brought allowed them to make a pretty good speed upgrade. He could see the panel was still off and gleaming new parts sat in the anti grav generators pods still exposed with test kits scattered about the bay.

“Thanks Boss. They definitely need it. Booster seat, .. we called it a booster seat.” The Engineer laughed lightly and looked thankful but tired. One more morning and they would be done. Australian food and free beer sounded like a fun bonus and a day off to rest, relax and visit friends and family before they left. Really welcome.

…

Media Headlines

New Driver Official photo release.




Astrid and Bellatrix, Dream team or drama?
Nordic New drivers, exclusive photos.
New Driver, new Nordic?
Super rookie in the making? New promotional images released.
Former Blue Sheep driver seen in first official photos.
New Driver, but will the team work?
Bellatrix Olympus seen with Astrid, friends or foes?
Nordic released the first official team images for the new driver.
Nordics last ditch to save season.
What's new for Nordic people? Can they save a bad season?
Formula Junior joins Nordic. Too late.
Bellatrix Olympus. New Nordic pilot. A profile.

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A03

Black Coffee problems.
17-10-2094


Racing Hearts. Chapters 1 to 6 now live.
A Fanfiction by starship2765.

Rated. Mature.
Tags. Astrid/ Bellatrix. Romance. Updating quickly. Romance. Astrid needs a hug. Beelatrix needs a hug. Eventual Smut. More to follow. Astrix ship. Did I say Smut? Yes, wait it's better with build up.

AG racing Gin queen Astrid Thorditter takes a nervous protege under her wing, showing her the frozen face hides a beating heart.

Bellatrix wondered if it was rather egotistical to look up your own fan fic but it was curious, thanks to Ren sending her the link and with multiple laugh gifs. OK, it was … scarily well written for the pace of updates. OK, go weird Lesbian fanfic, chapter 1…

She broke up with her girlfriend, Astrid was in a cheap hook up, oh this was good? The whole naked sauna room was so cliche she could not break out laughing. She had created an account under an anonymous email and did best to use public information to make sure to be not exposed.

She wondered if she should show the Finn, but decided against it. That would be awkward. Keep this little one to herself, oh.. oh. No. That could not be. Astrid brought coffee and fic Bellatrix took it black. No. Just no.

Cliche Lesbian scenes were well written, even the tattoo she never had and a dark family secret but take her coffee without sugar…black? He'll not. She had to fix this. This was a crime.

Comments. Chapter 6.
Bellblue56.
“Hello. Great writing, really fast updates! I'm pretty sure in an interview in a race magazine, like last year, that Bellatrix only likes her coffee sweet. *link* “

“Black coffee would be a bad ice breaker, even with gin in it. Make it sweet.

Kind regards, Bellblue56. “

Abba International Airport.

First Class Poster
18-10-2094


Bellatrix had her hood up as she passed the now approved wall sized poster off her leaving security zone to get her first class flight to Australia. The image had been created by a fan girl and boy working together to make a fan art that had been posted on Nordics social media. Everyone had jumped on it and official channels were now distributing alongside their own photos.

The fans had been sent some signed merch Nordic and personal by Bellatrix and given this and next season's premium Hyper Digital Definition access each. Between Nordic and Ren, she was pushed into a corner and just did it. It was easier and saved millions of lives.

The skin tight race suit with added panels was clothing and could be considered vaguely decent but it was very form fitting to extreme, futuristic and reinforced with panels in areas to accentuate her figure. Red hair was loose in the wind and her helmet was under her arm. They even remembered her eyes were gold and not just yellowish brown…

Truth be told they had done a great job but she just wanted to get to Australia and kept her hood up, ear buds on playing a pod cast and dressed comfortably as bright pink trainer heels flashed while she walked through to the first class lounge.

“Your ticket please” The slightly snooty yet well dressed gentleman said as he stood by the door in a smart suit with an air line lanyard on.

“Sure, God Morgan.” she had picked up a little Swedish over her time exposed to the language and people.

He checked the passport and ticket seeing her name and blinked at the woman with red hair in a hoody, leggings, trainers and carrying a well travelled carry on bag. The same woman who was on a large poster with a backdrop of a Nordic forest and a large team logo. The other poster set was far more … shapely. “God Morgan Miss Olympus, the Coffee is on your left as you enter, the breakfast is still being served for next 15 minutes and your complementary bag is near the barista.” He said politely and opened the door for her. He was used to rich people and made it comfortable for her. First class had its perks.

Poster in question.


…

Australia

Great Barrier Reef reborn.
19-10-2094


Bellatrix was in a place she never thought she would be as her momentum pulled her backwards off the boat and sank into the water. Her augments made her balance in the water a little weird and took a minute to fully achieve balance before she kicked off into what was once a myth. A sea of coral, bright colours and even brighter fish that swam between them. The entire place was alive in a way that was entirely alien and yet also represented one of the largest projects to help restore the world's natural wonders.

The wet suit and rebreather were not claustrophobic to the pilot used to such things now especially after Lunar, that had been a real mind fuck the first time, low gravity, masks and gear that was more space than racing equipment.

Drifting slowly she took some pictures to post on a waterproof camera as well as an underwater selfie. “Can you get a picture of me please?” She asked after a quiet 30 minutes just taking in the natural wonders and moving to get a nice spot. Her social media manager would slowly kill her with a blunt spoon if she failed to get anything back for Ren to use.

…

Delta Hyper where drama Queens Bellatrix thought as she surfaced and pulled off her rebreather mask. This Sofa…Sofas? Had appeared on the moon, under water before, in deserts and attic blizzards yet the damn things looked camera perfect every single damn time. What did they do with the sofas…

She let some others go first rather than remembering her unofficial promo art and wondering what her in a wet suit would do to those fans… She would never see the end of it probably. When her turn arrived she had managed to get her hair to look better and had got a comfortable spot on the island. “You sure have a thing for that sofa, it has more air miles than we do.” She said to break the tension before her real answer came. “This is a place I never thought I would ever see like this. Last time I was here we went on a boat tour. It's amazing and a wonder that we barely managed to save it from utter extinction. And yet. I'm swimming through it, in it, seeing it with my own eyes.

Thank you for letting us visit this place and it's been a day I'll never forget. Hopefully Nordics Call race weekend goes as well as this place is restoring itself. We have a new beginning now. For both.” She finished, she had to sell her team's now rebirth of a sort, a fresh start, break the bed press and the bad run. Give them new energy.

…

Pilots Group Chat


She had replied to pilots' chat a little but been so busy, then the mods and neural mods, plus cardio, health and more. She only really had time to glance at it rather than reply.

She doubted the poster would ever go unnoticed though.



Approx 10-10-2094


Bella. Thanks, it's gonna be tough, but I'll be ready for Australia. I. Not sure what I meant to say. Hi. Bye. Gotta see doc again.

Astrid. Trixie is new. Needed New ideas. The end.

Approx 20-10-2094

Astrid. *uploads an image of Bellatix trying to avoid being noticed next to her artistic fan poster headed through the airport.*
Her fans are too cheerful. And loud.

Bella. At least I have clothes. I'm happy to see them. The kid gave me a bracelet.

Astrid. loud. But fast in sims.
*Bella adds a heart emoji*

Bella. I'll take it..

Astrid. Check Callender. Meeting. Main Pit.
*Bella adds a thumbs up*

….

Astrid closed her phone and carried on to her hotel room they had booked into, the track side hotel was far quieter as this track had no huge fan stands too. Bellatrix was loud, a total clash to Astrid, but fast, new and hungry to prove herself. It could work. If loud got upgrades and results. That was acceptable.

Delta Hyper

Pilots interview.
20-10-2094. 11AM.


Beatrix went first as the others waited all fully suited up in race kit minus helmets and other smaller items. They had their full fire proof suits, G protection, built in bracing and whatever else people had chosen to have included.

The suit was custom fit and it was snug but comfortable with her protective under layer though she did not need the back bracing that some pilots had. That came naturally. Boats, that naturally perfect drama Queens of a sofa is ever present and Aurora was perfect as ever, the media had done their magic.

The media did their build up but of course there was a bait and switch. From the grand track to the small boats and seemingly wasn't a little scene. To the pilots and all manner of strange questions asked. Then. The message in a bottle..,

Bellatrix found the other questions easy over the last few weeks, bar the ones someone had asked about explaining why her relationship had ended. That was hard to answer without breaking her word to keep quiet… damn it. They must have followed her closely on social media to have worked that out and they way they achieved it.

But future advice? She tried to inspire her Saplings, future racers, boaters, bikers and riders, but advice? What did she know? Belltatrix was only previously a young junior and hardly a wise old woman with an arm chair and a cup of tea waiting.

She wrote carefully, neatly in a flowing hand she tended to reserve for signing paintings that the confident racers one weakness. The ones she was too scared to show. Then the crash, she had been sent flying off the track, but fear had not won. She had got back into the ship even when she felt scared and when others would have quit.

“Acorns grow into Oaks, Saplings will grow, but you cannot give up. Things get better. Even when they seem darkest. We seen huge but we started small. B. Olympus. X.” She wrote and put into the bottle and popped the cork but let the cameras see. She knew the game, and knew when to play to their advantages.

"Will be fined for throwing these in the water, they protect this place better than Amy holds a first place. Not that i blame them, id be extremely proud of this place too." Bellatix said as she worked her bottle sealed and gave it a kiss to play for the cameras. They wanted their drama and their pound of flesh. That was the price you paid for being an elite pilot. "Or Amy, but we all want the podium top spot. Sorry, not Sorry. We came here to win, and to the best pilot it will go." Bellatix said with a little effort to soften things, she had serious mods and major metal work running through her body from hip to shoulders and more. Sometimes she had to reinforce, she was not some scare super soldier prototype and was a human being, who happened to be very good at AG racing and also... lucky. Skilled as every pilot was. They needed a little luck too.

Belltrix did not want her fans afraid of her. Especially the younger ones. They would be the next generation of AG pilots or whatever else they chose to race.

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Ren crashed. She just Crashed. “Rest, talk later yeah doc. Find clothes…get a shower later. If you ni…nice.. leave me a note where coffff…eee is found.” Ren said, finally rolling over and curling into the sofa with a groan. Her head felt like she had been hit by a speeding grav train that was going at 500kph. She had no idea what was else going on, no idea how to right now and just needed sleep. A lot of sleep. She might be able to find out in a few hours minimum, a few hours rest…”

Ren was out of it to the point she was not sure if the doctor was about or not. Be nice for someone to give her some bedside manner, hold her hand, some kind of comfort…

Nightmares would plague her sleep for many days and weeks? This would not leave her and was plain too tired to not have Nightmares before but too busy and exhausted by constant duties, work and the like in the face of the apocalypse. Now though? She had to face it.

Her sleep was not peaceful. There was no peace to be found in rest and Ren was not a quiet sleeper. The woman had at least managed to tie her hair back out the way and would grab a plushy shark that had taken the effort to save from the doom of the space station. Childish but Ren needed comfort in such things.

Bugs, chaos, flames…? That was Rens sleep.

The young … for her race. Keiller rested and brushed some hair off her pointed ear by reflex. It tickled.

(If thry live to around 200, to human scale she is in 20's despite being similar age to doctor.)

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In DELTΔ HYPER (Anti-Gravity Racing, Cyberpunk/Solarpunk RP) → 7 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Interlude.
Bellatrix Olympus. Nordic.
Busy. Busy.

All things ahead full.




....

Delta Hyper dressing room.


…

Bellatrix outfit.


Bellatrix was trying not to pace as her Social media manager Ren went though the points they wanted to raise immaculately dressed and drinking coffee while Bellatrix was having the last touches made to her make up under the French woman's strict and direct guidelines. “A little more pink, she lives in Wales, we need to give this woman some colour.” she said in a very Parisian accent that something as banal and minor as Lipstick colour to her was a vital strategic decision. She had broken out into French several times as they planned this, the whole big debut and they had less notice than would have liked thanks to circumstances.

“Ren, you're worse than me, I'm dressed up, you have me in diamonds and in heels, I look elegant.” Bellatrix said with friendly exasperation, her media manager was highly strung at times, Ren was indeed dressed in a long white skirt, a figure shaping black top and wearing a rather dramatic bracelet of diamonds and sapphires from 1920's she had inherited.

The French woman just shook her head and paced instead leaving heel marks in the soft carpet, this woman only ever wore heels unless utterly could not. Her 5 '8 was usually more than 5' 10 on any given day. “Yes, you look like a proper lady for once, ma petit bella, even if you are tall as teenager. That was below the knee, but it works as a midi."

Bellatrix gave her a mock glare and laughed as the make up artist just left them be, she heard many many things, but did not comment or reveal. That is why she was paid the amount she was by Delta Hyper. “Drink Ren, champagne. Drink it. Relax, your Paris is showing” Ren said as she forced the champagne glass to the tall woman who looked like was handed a bomb.

“It's English… your Wales is showing ma belle.” But Ren did drink and they moved slowly to move business topics and goals.

“And I asked for it. You have my heels? The Italian black ones…” Bellatrix asked as the make-up artist began to pack up her stuff, all done, hopefully Astrid was done too so no little fixes needed. “We need some pics for my Instagram, fan pages… too.”

“Yes, Channel, Lubattons, at least they are European. You think I forgot, you wounded me.” Florence said with far too much drama than needed as she did the catch effortlessly and helped Bellatrix to her feet, handing her matching bag and nodding at her work. “Ma Belle, you are ready. We walk.” The French woman merely looped an arm with the small English woman and they headed clicking stiletto taps audibly to her fate.

…

Delta Hyper Studio


…

Oh Bellatrix knew what Florence did. It worked and she did not blame her one bit for her actions. She paid her rather a lot of money because Florence Dubois was one of the best. Mentally going over her cues and her things she had to include she paused on the edge. Nerves, fear… what if she tripped, in a skirt and heels no less, on her debut. But that was burned away by determination and quiet confidence. One click, another, repeat and she stepped carefully onto the Delta Hyper set taking the main seat with care to avoid the soft fluffy minefield of carpet.

The Universe did not hate her and she sat seeming naturally confident and calm even her insides felt like fire. But fire could be used to help, not hinder

…

"Bellatrix Olympus, welcome to Delta Hyper! Would you like to introduce yourself to the viewers at home, as the newest member of the grid, and a brand new pilot at Nordic Call?" Aurora asked, awaiting her first response, before asking another question. The brown-haired presenter sat across from Trixie, letting her take the central spot on the sofa, in dominant view, the entire world looking upon her. (Quote)


“Thank you Aurora, it's a pleasure to be here and hello to all viewing from close and afar.” She opened with the practiced line, making the audience feel the connection and part of the room. Carrying on from the pause easily and naturally with the flow. “I'm Bellatrix Olympus Rokus Draken, but you know that. I'm sure the Nordic IT guy loved it.” She added with an easy smile. “Im proud to be chosen. It's a great responsibility and also an amazing opportunity too, Thankyou Blue Sheep for supporting my Junior Career and for Nordic Call for giving me a chance.”

“I finally may” she paused. “To my Saplings, there's nothing stopping you being up here or any stage one day and to the Parents, we do appreciate the many hours you spent waiting by cold track sides and leaky pit tents.” Bellatrix finished on an up and well, if she helped her own brand a little while they used her to help Delta Hyper. Fair trade.

This was the pressure of it all, and she had all eyes to her, for the last five races of the year. Other rookies had come in and snatched points. Now she had to show if she could. (

"We're hearing a lot of good things about you from your Junior career, and in that montage, we saw quite a lot of what you got up to. Tell me, what do you think you can do with Nordic Call, for the rest of this season? How are you looking forward to working with Astrid- a famous party-goer, and infamously, a pilot of few words?" Aurora asked many questions, but the audience was clearly looking for answers. (Quote)


“Many good things, apart from that crash at Lunar, trust me it hurt. I was closing in on the top 3 for points again.” She said lightly and turned the down swing into a light joke and moved swiftly on. “Honestly, I have a few races, a new ship, a new team, I believe we can get things moving in the right direction though, and be much stronger for next year. Real progress is slower, but worth it.” Bellatrix did not hide, she was running uphill joining mid season, no testing phase, no acclimatise or time to get to really know things. But challenges always inspired Bellatrix.

“Astrid, my new team mate, I'm sure I can learn from her and actions speak a lot louder, so I'll have to prove myself in my ship on the race track.” Bellatrix glanced over and got a mostly thumbs up from Florence who was gesturing her not to stop. She had a good thing going. “She has had a decent season even with a harder car to fight the pack against the odds.”

It was a choice not to mention her former pilot. She was not going to degrade the man, but they had taken a rookie from juniors then kept him on for the rest of the race… You could do the maths yourself. If they wanted to add it up they could but she would not do the work for them.

The camera cut to Astrid, sitting at the same sofa, in a separate cut.

"Trixie is.....unexpected. I had a feeling there was a change coming. But we will see. AG is hard. And results for us are harder to come by. I hope she understands the challenge." Astrid did not normally come out with more than a few words. So she clearly had put time, thought and weight behind these. (Quotes)


“Good unexpected i hope to show.” Bellatrix added a little cheekily at the end but politely. She had to show confidence! She was not just a wall flower.

…

The interview winded through a few other smaller topics with questions for both, media padding and bonus content, they had their main content and the Media was fed their pound of flesh.

…

Nordic Call Factory


…

Bella entered the very tidy lobby and in short order had found herself in a rather fancy office area where the execs and so lived with a cool efficiency and quiet highly organised staff. Everything so far has been quietly productive, professional and without much drama. She found many of the staff were local which made sense. Especially when it was a major Swedish company supporting racing outfits.

Astrid, the team principal and so were present right now, she had not met him yet and dealt only with the teams General manager in her first conversations. He ran the day to day, this man ran the team's direction and big decisions as a whole.

“Good afternoon, you call this cold mild?. We met at Delta Hypers studio. Though Florence had me quite busy before and after.” Bellatrix said and guessed she should have to get used to her team mate being the quiet, very quiet one of her racing team mates she had since joining Junior AG. She did not express much at all, more like a living wall. The smaller British woman took her hand freely and gratefully.

Her social media manager had her fully taking advantage of the opportunity. She had met some useful people and pushed her Sapling project a little more forward.

She paused, everyone's eyes seemed to be on her. She was expected to make a decision… a test? Or just wondering what her priorities were? “Medical. My augments are tricky, and it might limit what can be done before the season is over… Prototype tech, Mars Inc. You need to ask them for help.” To explain, she snaked 2 of her little mechanical tentacles out and one interacted with her arm and the other used to move a hair out her eye. “It took a little practice.” Bellatrix said as she sat down and used the mechanical appendage to open her jacket.

“As expected, we will see if we can do a good neural update for the ship and our systems, custom builds, fine by me. Well, let's burn some midnight oil, tell them this is top priority. Before Australia. Afterwards, see what else is best.” The team Principle was resigned to the rushed nature that he had to pull off. They could not do a major change before the race but they could get Bellatrix with all she needed for top flight racing and most important. Safety.

“Head over to the nerd herd for ID after, get you fully signed in and Astrid, can you take Bellatrix over to the production level, get her to see the controls and show how a Junior and a top level ship differ.”, The team Principal made a clear decision and a basic plan.

“Simulations, books, whatever else you think of. Don't be late.” The few words Astrid said with clear tone that she expected no one to mess with her schedule. Party girl was a serious pilot and serious about racing. Serious about drinking too, she was proud of her own gin, it had taken a lot of work to get it right.

“I'll be early Astrid, but realistically, the first race I cannot in good faith promise anything. I know the field, but not been in the thick of it. It's a huge difference.” Bellatrix said as the group managed their expectations. Changing pilot mid season was never easy, and especially not on a down turn.

“That works for me, challenge them, slow them down. Mess with their strategy. If we can get ours in and theirs out points, do it..” The Principle looked at them both more seriously and pinned them in place. “I know we cannot guarantee a trophy. I know our car is behind the curve and we're gonna work hard to change that. I need you two ladies to work as a team, help each other, if we cannot beat them on pure tech.”

The man turned to his PA. “Tell the pit managers, race planners, I want new plans, new ideas for Australia, we have a new pilot, play to her and Astrid strength, she is not Bjorn. They underestimated us, two ships' tactics might change the odds. We have a spare 2094 test ship part built, that's Bellatixs. We might need some modifications. Blue Sheep agreed to send us some data to help.” He already knew it would need some extra weight to be in race compliance, Bellatrix was 5 foot nothing and much lighter than Bjorn.

“Astrid, your call is on track, but do not waste Bellatrix, she green yes, but a solid Junior pilot, everyone in strategy thinks you make a strong team.” He was risking a lot on these two working together, his car was slow, his driver, fired, and replaced. He needed a new idea and this was the change they would try.

“No pressure.” Astrid said cool as ice but no disrespect, just Astrid. “Who needs sleep. My skin yes.?” Bellatrix replied with an easy charm, but she would put the work in.

“Then off you go. Team meeting, strategy, 30 minutes. Get everyone.” The team's Principal said as he put action to words.

….

Media.



Racing Holo post.
New Pilot for Nordic Call. Will it change their season?

“Nordic call have taken on a Junior AG pilot, Bellatrix Olympus…”

Comment feed.

What. Give Bjorn a chance. #team Bjorn#
She is fast, team Trixie, and that skirt. Where can I buy it?
Gonna watch, need some fresh Pilots.
She races boring, but she did well in Junior AG.
Deleted. TOS breach.
Creepy bastard.
Someone's already got a fanfic. Astrabell shipping. AO3.
Bloody fanfic writers faster than Amy.
Nordic are taking a big risk, but the seasons are already a bust. Why not?
Beatrix. Bellatrix. Wanna see commentators do this one.
Deleted. Spam
Is Astrid some kind of Norse spirit of depression …
Viking immortal shield maiden, totally.
Don,t give the conspiracy nuts ideas.
Too late. I'm making a YouTube video right now.
Dammit.
I asked on Twitter if Bellatrix would race in Australia. I started a war. Rome is aflame. Thousands are dead. 37 bots now discussing why frogs are gay.
Twitter has been like that since 2025.
Check out Instagram. *link*
Oh! Is that new merch?
She just joined! Days ago. Give it a week.
Chapter 2. For love of racing. Out. 3 out tomorrow.
Damn you Loki275. Can you not ship for once.
But you read it. No. Shipping is life.
How fast do you type…
Yes.

…

Messages and Calls.



Ren: what's with the no pick up. Got news ma belle.
Bella. Busy, new driver, new ship, IT guy hates me as normal.
Ren. Well read your email. From me.
Bella. Obviously… Junior Gala, it's normal, I'll attend if I can.
Ren. No, Ma belle. Oh you simple soul. As you got busy… call me, we talk this out.
Bella. 10 mins, quick notes?
Ren. Fine, you have to attend, it looks good for them to see a pilot go up tiers. You attend voluntold.
Bella. You coming with me then, no date remember now, as if they would… might as well scare creeps off being tall and French.
Ren. Ooh! I'm dressing you. I'm a scary Tall French lady. Deal Breaker.
Bella. I surrender, Blue? Paris shopping, grand hotel champ…le… central?
Ren. *plotting gif* Oh! You're getting some class.
Bella. *scarused gif*
Ren. Oh you do know me. Call?
Bella. 5 mins, just 5 mins, need coffee. Ran out of sugar :(
Ren. Oh poor you miss a rich girl.
Bella. Says the Parisian with a family chateau.

…

Many group chat notifications later, Bellatrix swatted most aside and out the way seeing she had been added to way too many things in the last few hours. Pilots lounge? Wait…was that team or….?

“Your sugar miss Olympus.” An admin pulled some out a draw with a conspiratorial grin. “Damn health nuts don't get it all.”

“Our secret! Thanks.” She said and would not forget that little kindness.

…

“Yes…yes… Ren, let me wake up, look I'm super busy, call home, ask Arthur to arrange for Jake to get over here. ASAP.” She said as she drank coffee, waved off someone trying to bother her and talked at the same time.

Chaos. Was her life now.

In DELTΔ HYPER (Anti-Gravity Racing, Cyberpunk/Solarpunk RP) → 7 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Interlude.
Bellatrix Olmypus. Nordic.
Junior AG to Current.

A introduction and a start to great adventures.


....

Lunar. Junior AG. Crash.

“And Valle of Condor racing has a line, right past Oakley of the Southern Cross team.” Came the voice of the announcer out to thousands of excited fans on the Lunar Junior AG track stands. It was packed out, sun was out though 1 ship had dropped out due to a mechanical failure. “Wait, we're seeing live on Bull corner, yes.. that's Hunter, yes.. , he …oh… last year's runner up Olympus of Blue Sheep is right into the concrete, safety ship is out. Flags up. Hunter is in the race, but that might be a disqualification.”

…

“Medical and crash teams on scene for the last few minutes. Early Reports from the team, alive, just unconscious. I'd be careful Hunter, her fans and crew seem to love her and they look angry.”

Bellatix woke up on a rapid air ambulance shuttle after not remembering much at all of the crash, racing, Hunter was close and nothing else. The dull hum of thrusters was clear and felt like after her first real life simulation sessions on the ship, bruised, battered and barely able to lift her head due to the ache.

One of the team was riding with her. It seemed as if someone was holding her hand and fell back into oblivion.

Belgium. Junior AG. Lap 45/53

“This is Trixie, I've got a flux issue. Sending now.” She said on team radio as the ships control panels became a scary set of markers, and warnings. It gave her flashbacks to the crash back in Lunar. She brutally suppressed and forced herself to pull the car back onto line, the force of the grav motors misalignment sent hats wobbling in stands when she veered inches from the barrier walls riding the edge of the aggressive track.

“Copy. Orders. Defend. Hold. No push. 3rd gets us on the top” Came the team radio clipped tons and Bellatix tone became a little dejected but she understood, she wanted to reclaim this season but … it was not happening.

"Copy. Defend 3rd.” She said as G force hit her hard doing a rapid brake, turn and a 90 degree rotation to blast down the apex on the sharpest bend to keep the pursuing ship boxed out of a run.

“Enginerring. Say max 90. Power back to 90%. Should make the finish line. Over and out.” The voice said and Bellerix locked in to a tough high G defensive flight. She just tapped Received. Confirmed. on her wheel and did not reply.

Junior AG. Belgium. Post Race.

The area was busy, hot sun beat down on a hot summer afternoon and the radio and holo pundits etc. were doing all their various post race coverage, highlights and parties…so many parties. One replayed an earlier coverage by Sky racing. “In Belgium, Hausman took top, new driver Thovex took a very popular second with Olympus back from a 4 race medical suspension took 3rd. Hunter, on his second race back after a suspension, came in 9th, having been held up by Zygons Lau for much of the first 3rd…. Lister came in at a notable 5th.”

“Hey, wait up” Bellatrix looked round, she was headed back to the teams pit box after a session with her fans and carrying a mostly empty bottle of champagne. She had managed to come 3rd in the race. On the last few laps her left side power to AG unit linkage had a flux issue and she had to back off, nurse the car and mount a technical defense. The final run down she planned having worn the top pack down over the last 10 laps had been for nothing and she was frustrated as her team were saying she could have taken 2nd in a lap or two.

It was her pit crew manager, clad in orange overall as he came over at a light jog, but easily caught her up having a vastly longer stride than the suited up driver. “Great race, really. You kept 'em off, and kept the podium, constructors love that. We got your ship in the shop already.”

“I still wanted the race, I got as close as possible to the championship last year, I got crashed, then my car got a flux error, you know.” She said as she walked and he slowed down to match her stride as they walked back, the much taller man next to the red headed female driver, the advanced suit hid all the augments and technological elements from view.

“Next time, the big scouts were watching Bella, you made the right call. Trust me.” The older pit manager said they were pretty informal but pilot's and pit crews had to work closely together. She was posh, blimey her name was longer than one line on any system, they only put Olympus on her ship but she had a way with people. “Probbly those new grav linkages, always thought they cut back too much on shielding, weight my ass.”

“Don't let the rep hear you.” She chuckled but also did not want him to get in trouble, she could not do this alone, she was a pilot but far from the only part on the machine. Easy, confident, and even despite being in Belgium her fans had still turned up and she had spent about 40 minutes with them after the podium talking, signing, taking photos and glad when she remembered a few from other races making sure to ask how they were and such.

Round her suit's wrist was a few hand made charm bracelets given to Bellatix. Those would go into her holo streaming background at home. Gifts were not meant to be thrown away, even if one could not properly spell her name yet.

…

Sol City Corona Chronicle.

Junior AG championship heating up
The Junior AG championship is coming to a tense and exciting conclusion. Injured Pilot returns from suspension.

The race winner pilot Hausman however could not beat the advantage in points of his rivals. Lau came in 3rd ahead of Olympus who despite losing 4 races to injury finished 4th and with average lap times to have challenged for second.

The top 5 championship sits at and likely to change as things remain tight. Current as of publication.

Valle. Condor.
Lister. Miller.
Lau. Zygon
Olympus. Blue Sheep. (Notes. 4 RACE MEDICAL SUSPENSION)
Hausman. Valk AGR.

The returned Pilot Olympus made one hell of a comeback this race, her pass of Hunter was plain cold as vacuum but safe and one hell of a message. She is back. She means business.

Scouts were present and we saw multiple known team scouts out today. Who knows, we might be seeing some pilots coming up to the top tier. Several drivers have shown less than ideal runs this year.

Obiwan barbobi.
AG racing correspondent.
Sol City Corona Chronicle.

…

Wales. Between races.

October in Wales was wet and misty as expected on a cool morning. Bellatrix recalled her holiday and was still getting weird messages about the beach selfie, laying in the sand with an ice cold fruity drink and getting some sun on her skin.

Still worth it as she had taken a week and gone to a resort in Egypt near Cairo, explored the museum, visited the pyramids and done what she did not have time for when races ran back to back there. Aka. Relax. Unwind and get multiple massages! It had been a tough season so far and while claiming 4th with 4 races missed and 1 penalty thanks to a pit lane speed error she had pulled 4th in the championship so far. Even then her muscles, back and body felt the tension, arguments, glaring fans of her rivals and stress accumulated melt away during that holiday.

The walk down from the castle wrapped tight in a warm dark blue coat, galaxy pattern winter leggings and a pair of her old comfy boots she made way down to the forest spot by a small lake, pond ish…thing that had naturally formed. It had a bench and it was quiet as she set up a camera for a short live stream.

with a pause, a smile and flash in her gold eyes as she saw the light go green, much as people had asked… She however kept her natural vibrant red hair. “Morning to my lovely Atalanta family. We are back in Wales today and I've decided to take us on a little walk outside. Now what we all been waiting for, Sapling news! We have been sent updates from our future racers, be they carts, cars, ships, hover bikes and more! First up is one from a stream regular Hydro Hydra and his rather stormy race off the isle of White!” Reaching over as a small mechadrite of powered slender metal slid off camera and out back of the red headed woman's coat to press play on a small portable holo emitter next to her.

These small streams were to give back to her fans, they took time but she had time right now and liked to do stuff to give back on her off season and quiet times. And those Saplings would grow into trees hopefully one day.

…

“Miss Olympus Ronus Draken is currently engaging with her fans, she will be back in an hour or so. She likes to take a walk in the grounds afterwards.” The Nordic executive assistant could understand someone similar but utterly unbending yet remaining totally polite and without even raising 1 octave dismissed any argument. Typical old families! But she had to admire the game. “Of course, thank you.“

…

“Miss Olympus, a call for you. From Nordic racing.” Their Butler who followed the old traditions, classic dark suit regardless of the current year came into the smaller and more comfortable drawing room bearing a tray with a silver tea pot, a holo phone, plus her favourite small mints. This man knew her well though acting old fashioned, she knew he was their household manager, had advanced neural and other uplinks alongside being quite the gamer. When the older man allowed himself.

“Thank you Arthur, you go rest, I know this weather messes with your knee.” She said kindly, he always insisted and they had offered to help pay for any augmenting needed but he carried on, old knee or no. He was an odd but loyal man to their family.

“You always have been kind Miss Bellatrix, Mister and Mrs Olympus not be back till later afternoon and your Brother is away in Scotland for the week.” He said giving her his normal update on everyone's schedules. The man was a waking life saver. He let a glimmer that he was more than staff to them after over 20 years of service. He was family and treated as such.

Setting the holo camera up and angling it, first she poured a cup from the silver pot, the weight and heat was not a problem for her augmented arm and found he had swapped the traditional China for her favourite yellow lego mug with its smiley face. He knew her too well. “Good Morning Nordic, how can I help you?” The image showed or was working. A holo image was sent to Nordic as she waited sipping tea and putting sugar into her tea, it was not sweet enough.

“Finally, your…man said you were busy earlier, I'll keep it short as we need to get to track soon.. We want to invite you up, meet the team, Astrid, our pit crews and our engineers. We want to offer you a pilot's seat. Frankly Bjorn has fallen off this season, so you take his seat, you're on for the rest of the season. We do not expect you to win anything yet, but place solidly and race well. We will take you on next year. We already cleared the offer with Blue sheep before you ask.” He finished and their team's talent manager said as he had reviewed the prospects, they had some drivers in training and reserves but none offered what he wanted. He needed to shake up their mix as Nordics blend was stale right now, cars not where they would like and points where off target. It was only a few races if it did not work out.

Bellatrix was shocked for a second as she nearly let her tea slip before placing it back on the silver tray. “Yes.” She did not even need to think about the offer, the chance to go up and get out of Junior. It was a big risk and yeah, she would be moving teams, Nordic was not the best but when or ever would she get offered a Pilots seat again? You never turned down an opportunity like this especially as her current contract was up for renewal.

“Yes. I will join you up North, pack for the cold and bring a good coat. Send me the details over, I'll get Arthur to book me the flights over. We can work things out once we are in person.” She said with good cheer as she ran through the mental maths. Top level racers often had more extreme augments and changes but Bellatrix liked the challenge, the pain and the aches. It meant you were alive and without that feedback fueling her competitive edge. It felt like you were just … . Not racing. Racing was more primal, much more than mere speed but everything combined and split second actions decided everything.

That was her style of racing as a pilot.

“Excellent, that was easy. We can discuss exact details after you meet the team, the ship, get you on our simulations, see how you feel and fit in. Dress warm Miss Bellatrix.” He said, this was only the first stage though and much more in depth stuff would be going on in the background. Arthur…. Oh. Must be the man in suit he spoke to. Bloody upper class and their weird habits. He was a war orphan made good, not that he disliked her for being born how she was… just odd to see people having people who ran their lives for them.

…

She refused to call him over straightaway and let the man rest as she looked out, slowly pouring a new cup. Bellatrix was off to the far snowy north… and somehow was potentially a top level driver!

…

A very cold afternoon in the North.

It was cold, bitterly cold as the red headed driver walked over to the car bearing her name on a sign like the old fashioned method used for centuries. She was dressed warmly and thanks to a fan vote and one a little embarrassingly her thick insulated coat was pale pink with little bear ears on the hood and she had matching colour gloves with a white scarf tightly bundled about her neck to preserve the heat she had.

Well it felt bitterly cold to her anyway after a late season of mostly hot races anyway. Even Wales in winter was warmer. The car was hot and Bellatrix tapped twice to confirm she was ready to leave on the car's arm rest. The car pulled away quietly with barely a feeling…Nordic hired a good driver…

There were very few downsides to this bar, the cold and Bellatrix now had an ex. They had been quietly dating and kept it low key as the person was a lot more shy. In hindsight it never would have lasted her being her , racing was what she did, she was growing more famous etc. It came to a head with her taking the new season at Delta hyper. Words were said. Things ended. They just were going in different directions. Things were on a down turn after her crash, this was just the final blow. Thankfully they decided to keep her plans and such private, they were different. Not an enemy.

The holding hands image with matching event pass bracelets had been a fun one to cause social media tempest, but all good things can end.

Passing though through the airport had justified that, drivers images, numbers and posters up! Names she watched and just maybe she might join them! It had been a humbling experience when she returned to the last season. A 2 on her car and promotional posters bearing her image and a photo shopped Greek temple with a union jack “2nd place. Olympus. 2093.” She felt humbled more than anything, especially as she was a smaller fish in a very big pond now.

The media had caught onto her trip but not all had yet worked out the reason. Reasons and rumour but no open statements yet. It was fun making them work for their money.

Fresh start. Fresh team.

That was good.

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