PrinceAlexus

In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

The Tech who lifts.

The tech unplugged from the socket he was trying to access in the lobby, he had reading glasses on and had been staring at the tablet trying to back door any part of the system. Even with all their tech and gear, whatever this resident evil style office used, it would not be opened up that easily. The most he had done was get the lobby and reception lights and circulation fans to pull in fresh air that remained turned back on and shut down the damaged area. That was all his dive had allowed him access to.

It was slim progress if any but this company security was not to be messed with, and this building had hired decent people. Fresh air and some light to see, small victory.

Enzo was hoping he would not have to venture into god knows what this place was too deep, an entire site gone dark, and half the data they gave was useless. No realisation on what, why or up to date exact plans of infrastructure! He had intact found out where the main power and water etc maybe entered from 811 and used some .. creative truths. It worked! Whatever it be, whatever they did, had a pretty serious utility supply system.

He stayed behind the two direct action shooters, they knew their job and he knew when to let others take the starring role. “If the utility people were told the truth, it has to be this side, I really want to avoid spooky redacted basements and play aliens live action today.” He kept the big gun ready, he also kept it for the Israelis' trust, very much away from his back.

“I'll watch the corridor. If I see it, you'll hear it.” He said lighter than he really felt, he was a tech, not an up front direct action. Though the rather heavy firepower felt very very comforting in the unknown spooky ass mega corp disaster.

He had been too tall or bulky to sign up, he knew that as multiple recruitment officers had tried to convince him to enlist. “Just leave the servers intact, if you have to, I need something to tap into.” He said he knew Direct action meant action, stuff got broken. An intact system is great, if he had to work around. So be it.

Extra work for sure. Being alive was far far preferable. He could watch the corridor while they did the soldier thing, staying to your strengths.

Empire of the Clouds

Post Captain Le Marinier

Telagrams and Talks.
.455 Hot

The Post Captain caught the person's approach a little delayed as they came from his literally blind side. The inventor, if he recalled correctly, was one of the civilians who had somehow made it through the battles in the streets to escape. “Zano, glad you're safe.”

“I could do with a drink , if this is a peaceful one.” He said and realised the man had no idea of events thus far. “I missed lunch at a club in the city, a good one too. Someone said I needed to come, I found out Mr Carter tried to steal gold, and then after a bullet wound managed to slide down 30 plus feet, and escape to the river. Local police are all buzzing after him.”

He said, oh..yeah. that happened. “you missed a fair bit. The local military will be taking over the airship, so take what you have, i agreed to terms that lets everyone take what is theirs safely. We might be getting a Prince Marshal visiting us. I'm not sure of the customs here so long as you use your highness and bow, you'll be fine.”

“We showed respect, and tried. That's enough for a ship visit.” He said, trying to fill in all that had happened in the last few hours.

“You found anywhere that sells decent coffee in the city? Better yet sea food?” He asked hopefully, some tastes similar to his home land would not be unwelcome. “You both want to join me for a meal after this Royal encounter?”

@Theyra
@Dyelli Beybi

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

Bellatrix Olympus. Nordic.

FAS. Speed City.
03 -11 - 2094. To 04 _ 11 _ 2096

FAS

Rookie bonding.
03-11-2094

Bellatrix raised her beer and chinked classes with his iced drink, he did not have to drink, she tended to avoid it but the stress of the heat, desert, fans and the contestant party had her needing a beer. “You're a great racer, but stay out of voice acting dear.” Bellatrix joked, lighter than her media mode and without the weight on her shoulders of making a mistake.

“Yes…the kids are amazing, it's great fun, but most races I get some down time, I feel on show every minute. I did a great spot with a smaller French fashion magazine, Ren. I love her but she is all work today!” Bellatrix rambled on a little glad to have someone to talk to who had a similar frame of mind to her own. Sometimes she just needed to be just Bella, not the Princess of AG, or whatever else they called her.

His hot and dry comment, she had to smile and yeah, the innuendo, it was fun to joke with him even if she had no intentions of a relationship. “Dry… I do believe I'm quite interesting." She said with a raised eye brow and a mock tone before a little and taking a drink from her beer.

“Truth be told, your safe oh poor innocent young Paul, you are handsome of course but, I recently ended a relationship. We disagreed on my return to racing, Nordic and going public. I'm not giving up my dream. I'm happy being me for now. Hard to have an Affair when im…i check…not married.” Bellatrix may be over shared a little but she also made her position clear too, so he did not get the wrong idea. Bellatrix made a show of inspecting her ring finger that had not got an engagement or wedding ring on it. "You not want to marry me..." Bellatrix made a mock gasp.

“They have a short memory, il Astrid's lover next week, and whatever else the week after.” She said laughing and lighting the mood, the Media would talk and Bellatrix would carry on. “Imagaine if they thought we got engaged in under 24 hours…” Bellatrix could not hold that one in and laughed.

Astrid, oh she had already convinced her on Saunas and her particular preferences but she did not mention that part out loud, no way, that was rather more private. “She already got me corrupted into Saunas, crazy nordic people might have a good idea though… muscles felt great after.” Yeah Astrid was known to be a party girl, she raced hard, worked hard and lived her way. “Out drink Astrid… il save that for the off season!”

“il take breaks, thanks for the help, its nice to talk to someone, who .. gets it.: Bellatrix said and stayed talking for a while taking a break from the crowds. It was a refreshed woman who left the tent, feeling better about the race tomorrow, emotionally and physically. That and the beer probably had helped calm her racing mind and relax things a little.

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Qaul. P13.
04-11-2094

“Hey, get that ship off the racks now” Sif bellowed as they got Bellatrix ready for qualifying rounds, the practice had worked but this ship was a coiled spring now, it was bloody fast and playing to every limit. But it would not take the smallest step over to cause them to have to activate the engine kill switches and totally dowse the engines to dead stop.

“Gotta lock the sun visor in 1 minute.” Someone called down as they fitted additional protection after the Friday run, the light had been way too blinding and had been adding a few modifications to improve visibility and safety. Bellatrix being Bellatrix meant it took them a little work to fully get it to work but they achieved the goal in the end as a female mechanical engineer slithered out the cockpit. “Done, bloody hell, those seats are set up tight.” She said and gave the rack operator a double tap on shoulder to drop the craft down again into starting position. “Ready to race.” They said with a tired smile and the crew cleared the blast zone of the engines of anything that could cause harm.

…

“Damnit, clear me.a hot lap slot…” Bellatrix said a little icily on team radio as someone had part way blocked her hot lap and she cooled off, the next one would be her run. The ship was performing well even if their margin for error had been reduced dramatically. “Tell them to clear my lane, they blocked.my hot lap…” Bellatrix said as she ice cold just danced the ship past the slower back marker and put her foot into the gas throwing up dust behind her as she hit 200mph in a short time with a little wiggle dance from her back lights as she did it for extra fuck you.

Belltatrix was finally reaching clean air and open slots, the track was somewhat crazy, various and took its attempts to surprise you seriously. This track did not benefit her ship, speed was not her ships greatest strength and Bellatrix really had to work extremely hard to counter the weakness of her ships design and various upgrades to try and patch the problems.

The ship was maxed out as she felt the G force, the acceleration was extreme and speed hitting over 300mph down the line at speeds, everything turned into a blur around her and the augmented systems and mental load management was the only thing helping her to keep the track and the world in shape. The sudden brakes, changes, turns and forced back into high end speed sections at some of the fastest speeds she had ever hit in a racing ship as a pilot.

However, it is different… The fact was utterly exhilarating!

It was stable, she was getting round even though the set up definitely needed work. It was really a major challenge to balance the track. There was no perfect set up and she needed them to make some refinements. Her ship was shaking and half the system felt like warning alarms were about sound as she survived one section, and just about nearly clipped a stray rock that left a scratch on her port side's paint work.

“P14… we can do better. “ Sif said with confidence as she managed to hit a strong position and good spot to do a really good hot lap. “Go. Go. Go. Green, hot lap clear.” Sif said and watched Bellatrix's ship race away and slammed the power to the max risking an overload but they had to go and push to the limits.

…

“P13… P13..!” She heard over the radio as began her cold lap pulling in on the way back to the garage with a smile. She was extremely happy with that lap. “YES! We doing it, great job team! Love you all!” She said across the open channel and jumped out hugging Sif, almost knocking her over as she climbed out the cockpit of her racing ship.

“Careful Bella!” Sif laughed and got her balance back, putting the small but rather dense woman back down. Bellatrix was short but all the augments made her have a suprising mass for a 5 foot nothing woman. Sif was heavily arguments and that kept her just about standing.

“Hey, Astrid… great run!” Bellatrix greeted her co driver with a hug that got returned rather awkwardly by Astrid who had pulled in a few minutes before and already her helmet off and race suit open. “Thanks, your fast…good job.” Astrid said a little roboticly but appreciated the whole gesture. Bellatrix was loud, bright.. noisy but she was earning her place and doing it the right way, on the race track, getting results.

Delta Hyper.
04-11-2094

Making her way to the media area Bellatrix had given in to the horny goblins. She was dressed in a post apocalypse version of Princess Ariel from Disney to accommodate her red hair, a kind of fake scale trousers with distressed combat boots, a shell bikini but an transparent over layer of artistically dusty team Nordic design and logo, the tiara and a mock viking sword, that she suspected was very very real as floki had given it her. Make up came to a team Nordic logo across part of her face and enough for the cameras. It was too hot to want much make up.

“Good evening.” Bellatrix said with a smile as she entered and gracefully sat down. “Not the only one in the fancy dress Aurora. You're looking lovely as ever.” She said and made a point to recognise the Delta hyper team and greet them.

“I am very happy with the results all considered, we are not gonna quit, and I'm sure Astrid will be giving the top 10 a challenge.” Bellatrix said she never was negative about the team and tried to remain positive even when she felt like beating another pilot with her helmet. The media would really dent her brand for that.

“We are taking a few risks but calculated ones, it's gonna be an interesting race, it's not going to be easy, but when is anything worthwhile easy?” Bellatrix left it and she did hint but not really give any team secrets, it was always gonna be known Nordic was up against the odds and would have to be experimental to keep up with the field.

“Hey, Paul, great run, but I'll be on your tail. Loser on Sunday wears the other team's cap? Or my Tiara…” She gave a friendly bet, it was pretty light and nothing too embarrassing. She did not expect a little public challenge to create such drama though.

Bellatrix had not realised how much that one would blow up, maybe a little but… not to the extent it would. Yeah she teased him a bit but she knew the fans always loved some fun and the social media always picked it up like the finest bait.

Princess meets the Paparazzi.
04-11-2094

Bellatrix a little outside the team zone had not planned for this… at all. She expected her bet to be seen as minor flirting at the most, maybe just inter newbie cockyness and younger pilots being a little brash.

Nope, overlapping voices, overwhelming pressure and multiple people were demanding, cameras were flashing and Bellatrix could barely see anymore from the flash, lasers and the wall of lights, green, red, blue, red again…so many cameras, holo…

“It was a bet between rivals, he is in 12, just a little fun to liven things up.” She tried to say before rivals became lovers, people wondering why they met for a meal and how they must be hiding a secret affair, how she clearly was some kind of temptress. “No, it's strictly friendly, not a relationship.” She tried to rebuff one statement but 2 or 3 others attacked. She was starting to panic when the crowd of reporters began to push closer and someone grabbed at her arm. Thankfully it was augmented and she shouldered them off with a surprising amount of force. Bellatrix had tried to back up and hit her SOS alert, the team had put one into her outfit as an over abundance of caution but now was glad for it.

The wings of the media were moving more to the flank, and she was glancing to either side… middle, and a split second looked back to try and find an exit route.

“No, this is over.” She said going deeper into her Welsh accent than the clipped English normally for the media. Backing up again she felt someone shove her, and grab at the layered top before things were suddenly paused by the arrival. The figure her left was suddenly shoved back by Astrid who had arrived and looked pissed, wrapping an arm round Bellatrix shoulder

“Go. Now. This Ends.” The Finn said in a tone that was arctic. She nodded and Rollo and Ragnar came to her side, the team's bear-like security chief had been mid changing, shirtless, scarred and still had the team's viking style war paint on for this weekend. The two brothers pushed through the pack pretty easily, taking front and rear escort for the two pilots.

“So, who is it? Astrid, and Paul?.. ” one said, before Bellatrix was led away. Bellatrix was quiet, somewhat shocked and walking leaning into her teammate.

“So, Princess, Royal mess.” Astrid said, somewhat more concerned the noisy chaos was quiet, Bellatrix was never … quiet.

“It was just a cap… “ was all Bellatrix said.

Paul @Bea Wow Bea! I had no idea you were so sensitive about your height! I honestly didn’t notice. You have so much personality you always seemed taller than Han.

Paul @Bellatrix Are you sure you want to stay with this crazy group? Welcome to the madhouse!

Bellatrix. Giants the lot of ya *cloud gif*

Paul Well I guess next to you that we might seem like giants. 😂

Bellatrix. @Paul. Yup, your crazy is my crazy, who else would race at hundreds of MPH though tunnels upside down? Did you call me short…or complement me… or both…

Paul Actually I called Bea Ward short. You know that’s a fair statement. I do like the tunnel sections because I get to defy gravity.

Paul Did anyone have to don a costume for their team’s marketing people? I feel absolutely ridiculous. At least I managed to use sponsorship expectations to get out of wearing it for the Delta Hyper interview.

Bellatrix.And yup, I'll be here all weekend! I have a Fashion student using me as a dress up doll.

Paul *gasps in horror* Please don’t say that too loud near my marketing team. They will turn the interns loose on me! One outfit is bad enough!

Bellatrix. This is Astrid, you do not let the paparazzi near Bellatrix. Bellatrix is quiet… the Princess needs a guard.
@Paul. Walk your Princess home next time.

Astrid had grabbed Bellatrix's phone and sent the message, when Princess Pixie was quiet, she worried. Bellatrix was not a quiet person emotionally or otherwise. She had picked enough in the short time to know this.

People saw Astrid as cold, distant, short. But she truly was not all that. It took time to get her to open up but she was very much going to take whatever shit she got if it meant protecting her team mate. No way. No backing down.

Oh.. Bellatrix had a AO3 account…maybe she could tease her back out of her shell… That and Rollo was going to be following her closely. maybe shirtless.. she thought humorously, he really had a great chest and was built like a bear even at over 40. The men were not only ones to get fan service.

What was that fic she was commenting on?

..

In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

You know. Maybe over kill is not over rated when you find resident evil live action mode.

In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

Im good. Ro go for GM Post.

In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

The door is no more.

In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

The Tech who lifts.

“Be careful old man, I don't wanna break in a newbie.” Enzo said, part humour and part genuinely, it was a dangerous job and real risks. Being careless in damage control open ended up being dead. He took the offered hammer, the man knew his strengths, Stokes was good at some things, physically breathing things by sheer force belonged to Enzo. The building looked like it spawned during a video game generation, it was entirely alien to its environment. The main door looked to be buckled so blasting would be needed, no neat little cutting work with a cut off blade. “Frak, looks like a rhino trying to exit..” He said to himself and nodded, picking up his helmet radio message. “Copy, maybe 5 mins if you want to minimise secondary damage and effects. Mechanism is unlikely to work.”

He approached the damaged door and gave it a few solid wacks with the hammer stokes gave him to test how it was, and mangled up good and solid. “Definitely 5 mins. Doors mechanism fubar boss.” He gave a longer timeline than he thought he needed but Enzo knew that life could throw a stupid surprise your way.

Polite work took time as he rigged up a mix of cutting charges, straight up explosives and some other items and rigged them to a few fuses he set to go in a precise order. Gravws wanted a clean job and he hoped to show his new boss, he made a decent impression.

It was 3 and a half minutes later he stepped back and jogged back with works trailing and deftly wired it into a control box, flipped the lid and went onto the radio. “Fire in the hole. 5.4.3.2.1… Breach.“ He gave Graves a look that said he might enjoy this part a little too much but pressed both buttons and multiple muffled booms, thuds and crashing metal sending heavy doors and mangled frames crashing to the ground blowing up a lot of dust as everything settled and a sign fell off the front from the shock damaged by the prior actions before they landed.

He had confined most of the damage to the door area, the disabled parking had taken some damage, one was an insurance job, the security checkpoint inside was scrap metal, but explosives were not exactly something that behaved the same every time. As the dust cleared the dark yawning hole that was the entry point was revealed to the team.

Not perfect. But also you could not control everything exactly. Enzo thought. The Doors had been pretty well secured and reinforced, nothing was on fire at least and nothing had collapsed or sent secondary effects beyond a localised part of the creepy building.

They had an entry however.

The building was still creepy…

Oddly the office pot plant was at serenely unharmed on the side table. Life was stranger than fiction.

In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

The Tech who lifts.

The ride over in thr vans was about as comfortable as a van could be, the suspension was not exactly soft and it was designed for practicality not comfort and luxury. But all in all it beats having to walk so…

Enzo dropped his bag with explosives tools and additional gear stocked as required and strapped that down in centre locker, the familiar drill and training of making sure the bag was strapped down, the straps were given the customary tap and it will not go anywhere before he went to make sure his own person was secured and strapped into the helicopter harness. Ain't no one could rely on a strap that had not been blessed with that ancient ritual of stowage.

“Where's the snack service.” he joked and patted his chest pocket with a look the man found something.

It was a little snug and a little tighter but well that could not be avoided when the already big man was clad in armour, gear and various accessories. He reached over, found a breakfast bar and snacked on that. “Got spares, if anyone's hungry. Nervous is one thing, but hungry too. No.” He forgot to eat before and it was annoying. Everyone needed to be on their A game and not distracted by hunger etc. Snacks were small, but you knew when you forgot them.

“Ready boss?” He asked politely as the large scale European scanned the rough floor plan of the location to location to commit lest the very basics to his memory, where exits are, where the access ways up and down should be etc. He adjusted the headset for comfort again, the normal sized people's world was … normal sized… He was not normal. Someone decided he got scaled up.

He sat opposite Samatha and Stokes. The man was… they could work together and did not mind the man, some of him was a total mystery though. Even he, the tech guy could tell that Samatha and Graves had some kind of prior, what it was he had no idea but the two seemed determined to get the last word in, as long as whatever tension did not lead to conflicts on mission. Enzo was fine with it.

Ban the User Above You

Banned. Clearly triple choclate with choclate chips is the best cookie.

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

Bellatrix Olympus. Nordic.

FAS. Speed City.
03 -11 - 2094.

FAS

Delta Hyper Media. Rookie meets Rookie.
03-11-2094

Bellatrix stood in her outfit, make-up was done and she had escaped the clutches of her Media manager and the team's make up lady. Outfit ready, face ready, media ready. Bellatrix looked the part the team wanted, however silly, complete with a tiara, tea cup and dressed like mad max met princess and a Viking. It was crazy but it all worked together.

Meeting Paul, he offered a hand and was dressed into an outfit that looked way more sensible than hers! She was honestly jealous, he had managed to wangle some kind of arrangement that escaped the rather creative outfits she had ordered to be in all weekend. He was taller, he had the looks, which far as she recalled he took after his dad in his looks, charm and a little bit of a trouble maker…if his fathers reputation and the history books were said to be.

She took his hand with her organic arm and smiled, though friendly than the about to fall over and faint like she was a Lady who met the handsome landowner at a ball and fall in love with them and their triple barreled title.

“Hey, Thanks, you raced well, and it's nice to meet you Paul. That's if it makes the fans happy, I'm just thankful they welcomed me..” Bella said as she kept an eye on the cameras and the people busy about the space, preparing last minute to be ready to shoot. “Honest answer, I could barely think. Not stopped moving since i left Blue Sheep racing, always somthing coming in like i did, this or that, I love it, it's what I want to do, I have to remind myself it's real though some mornings. Also Swedish weather, pack warm! You want…” Cut off by the sudden hush, lights changing and people scurrying about with purpose as she was given a nudge on her arm to move forward. She gave Paul one last thumbs up, “good luck.” and headed on, show time, fully embracing the Princess of F1 nickname.

It was silly but the Fans seemed to like it…

…

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Pilots’ Group Chat

Pilots Chat.
28-10-2094

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Pilots’ Group Chat

Astrid [A video of Bellatrix not causing the automatic doors to open and having to jump and wave at it]
I present. Princess Tinkerbell.

Bea YES! Finally, someone smaller than me! 😂

Bea @Astrid I take back everything negative I said about you after Monaco, you just made my weekend.

Paul @Bea Wow Bea! I had no idea you were so sensitive about your height! I honestly didn’t notice. You have so much personality you always seemed taller than Han.

Paul @Bellatrix Are you sure you want to stay with this crazy group? Welcome to the madhouse!

Paul Did anyone have to don a costume for their team’s marketing people? I feel absolutely ridiculous. At least I managed to use sponsorship expectations to get out of wearing it for the Delta Hyper interview.

Bellatrix. Giants the lot of ya *cloud gif*
Bellatrix. @Paul. Yup, your crazy is my crazy, who else would race at hundreds of MPH though tunnels upside down? Did you call me short…or complement me… or both…

And yup, I'll be here all weekend! I have a Fashion student using me as a dress up doll.

Astrid. Yes, I have Gin too.
Astrid. @Bea. She small, but she fast, watch out Bea.

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FAS.

Direct Message.
03-11-2094

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, its Princess Bellatrix. I'm at the Pilots tent, if you want to escape the Crazy, enjoy a cold drink and escape the constant over stimulation for a bit.

Or…I ask that sir Paul comes upon Princess Bellatrix of Nordic if he is able to attend for a very late afternoon luncheon.
*curtsey gif*

Ps. If I see anything, as far as I know you're 21 right… ;) birthdays are confusing… are they not…

Bella. :)

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FAS.

Pilots Tent, evening time.
03-11-2094

Bellatrix was sitting eating her pasta salad as she popped open some American brand cold beer, she should probably not get too drunk but this was stressful, she needed a beer, needed to get some chance away from the chaos and the trouble at least for an hour or so.

Even into the evening things only got more active once night fell, the temperatures cooled and the lights, lasers, pyrotechnics and holo projectors replaced the blazing sun with a riot of colour and light across as far as she was able to see from the tent. The music from 1000 places sounded, the ground had a faint vibration even in the more racing area she sought shelter at.

Yeah she had been warned at least twice about Paul by Ren but she knew people would talk of her spending too much time with Astrid, never being seen with people. The media would find a way regardless so she invited him to join her and hopefully be able to make connections with a fellow rookie. Astrid, others were nice but she needed someone who understood how it felt to be fresh faced and new, and not having a few seasons under their helmet.

If they were going to gossip… well let the cards fall as they must, Bellatrix would let the gutter press do as they do, her life could not be lived avoiding all risk as a AG racer, risk was what they did best.

Raising a hand she waved to Paul, and used one of the small but strong mechanisms in her back to copy the wave, having been using it as a bottle opener a minute or so ago.

“Hey, over here, make yourself comfortable, get a good spot. Sir Paul of the lands of Valkyrie.” She said and maybe it was a little silly but she needed to get away from the lense, the cameras and at least in the pilots tent the demands of the sponsors and teams were off for at least an hour or so. “The food is pretty decent too.”

"Its a little more peaceful here, i was...overwhelmed out their." She decided to admit and kept off her thoughts, Pauls video was pretty heavy for him she thought quietly but kept off the topic, she did not know him that well.

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