[h2]Friday March 3rd, 2094, 09:27[/h2]

[color=7ea7d8]"Eh? No, no, no! Hugo would never get in a Ship with me!"[/color] The hearty chortle of Ulrich Falkner could be heard as he was fielding questions from the Formula: AG VIP pass winners. Such winners got a tour of the pits and paddocks as all the teams were busy making their preparations... however Ulrich was more than happy to entertain the excited fans, especially if it kept them out of the staff's hair. As if on cue, the familiar pitter patter of Hugo's paws could be heard as the racer's pet dog tottered over to his owner, a Miller Motor hat specially tailored for him resting on the canine's head. Ulrich happily knelt down and petted the dog. [color=7ea7d8]"Isn't that right, Hugo? You'd much rather watch with the team, huh?"[/color] The German fawned over the pooch before straightening back up.

He wasn't sure if interacting with fans with this close was proper of a Pilot or even allowed, but he didn't much care. There was no point to racing or indeed even sports at all if there wasn't people to witness the incredible things they were capable of. As soon as a young man with a pass was about to ask another question, they were interrupted. "Hey, Ulrich... Carver's going over the track. He wants you there with Wedge. Now." One of the engineers instructed, with little tact. With a sigh, Ulrich nodded. [color=7ea7d8]"Alright, alright, I'm coming!"[/color] He smiled before giving a regretful bow of his head and a wave goodbye. [color=7ea7d8]"Apologies, my friends! Please enjoy the rest of your tour! Auf wiedersehen!"[/color] He waved goodbye before they all left.

[color=7ea7d8]"Hugo, come."[/color] Ulrich spoke to his dog before turning on his heels and treading diligently to the holographic map that was highlighting the route of the Auckland track. He nodded to Carver, one of the strategists and to Wedge who was waiting. Ulrich's expression seemed to have changed during the brief walk over... The much more serious side that many fans and even competitors do not see. His eyes were already scanning the twists and turns of the track even before Carver started speaking.

[color=7ea7d8]"Sorry. Let's get started."[/color]

[hr][color=gold][center][h1][i][b]DELTΔ HYPER[/b][/i][/h1][/center][/color][color=gold][center][h2][i][b]Episode One: Finding their Feet[/b][/i][/h2][/center][/color]
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The home video of a boy sitting cross legged in front of a widescreen TV, watching a race of sports cars with wheels glued to the tarmac and the excited cheer as they crossed the finish line gracefully transitioned to a picture of a young Ulrich with a helmet tucked under his arm, racing suit donned proudly with a giant smile on his face. These were the first impressions shown to the world of Ulrich for this season of Formula: AG as young Ulrich pulled away from the starting line in his first Junior Rally. Smash cut to an intensely fast compilation of trading paint in rally and Formula vehicles, a Junior AG craft beating out an opponent during a box-in all interspersed with imagery of military tanks and accompanied with hard rock n' roll.

The Panzer was already sitting on the couch with loyal Hugo ever behaved beside him as the camera pans around with Aurora's introduction. 

"Morning, Ulrich! Would you like to introduce yourself, and perhaps, take us through your move to Miller Motor Racing, a move I think we can all assume was rather unexpected?"

[color=7ea7d8]"Was it?"[/color] Ulrich joked, clearly not that serious in the immediate response as he laughed. [color=7ea7d8]"Ah, no. I can see why some people would say that but the reason for my move to MMR is no secret."[/color] He began, the side-on view of the camera getting a shot of the surgically grafted neural link. It was bit bulkier than most pilot's, with more hard edged plates and a thick port that only helped to serve the combat vehicle alias he's been dubbed with. 

[color=7ea7d8]"You look at my teammate and you see a young rookie looking to make his mark on this sport, and now you have a team willing to take that chance. To risk it by putting their faith in the future. I want that kind of team backing me too, and I want to repay that faith by being among the best too. And I think I bring that same energy with uhh..."[/color] Ulrich's fingers rapidly snapped as he was searching for the English word, a technique he's used to make sure that he didn't miss too much of a beat during interviews. [color=7ea7d8]"Passion! That's what I want to bring!"[/color] Ulrich's wholehearted response continued. [color=7ea7d8]"I don't know if some of the other racers take me seriously, but that's fine. I know I can show everyone that I can be a champion."[/color]

[hr][h2]Saturday March 4th, 2094, 20:01[/h2]

As both Ulrich and Max watched the last racer post their times on the leaderboard, Ulrich had a slight smile on his face that both himself and Wedge had made the top 10. He patted Max on the shoulder with a wide grin, the excitement and optimism plastered on his face. [color=7ea7d8]"Top Ten, Wedge! Top Ten!"[/color] He laughed before giving one last goodbye pat and walking off to the next fan meet.

[color=7ea7d8]"Tomorrow will be fun!"[/color]