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I am experienced roleplayer returning to online roleplay after 10+ year break. I have missed roleplaying and the creative outlet it is for me. I am interested in casual roleplay. I consider myself a decent writer and I will put effort into my writing. I am not into writing a novel for one post though. Descriptive, character building, engaging, yes. I will always write at least 2 paragraphs unless it is a quick fire session revolving around dialogue over private messages. I am a fairly laid back person and don't want to be a grammar nazi. I believe in quality over quantity. Roleplaying is a hobby and a escape from real life pressures.

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Friday, March 24, 2094


UCLA Medical Center


Soundtrack: Will Dempsey - Best Parts of Me




Alexander had spent the time since getting back from Cape Town making sure things were on track for the next race in Tokyo. The training crew were working on setting up a second simulator so that the two pilots could race head to head in the simulator. The routines focusing on ELS deployment were going well. He had them working on the overtakes and blocking maneuvers as well. He wanted to be sure that if Hart tried another sloppy or aggressive maneuver like that on the track, they were prepared to counter it. Mabel had taken the lead on getting the new approved ship designs started. She had already started asking for bids on the materials needed. She had his authorization to begin recruiting any personnel they might need for the project. She was working with Felix to determine what skill sets might be missing from the current team.

His daughter was going to get to leave the hospital on Friday and he wanted to be there for her. Katherine, their head of marketing, brought him a new dilemma to deal with. Valkyrie AGR Sport had been getting interview requests for Arianna. Katherine had told Alexander that the press were curious about her since the press conference. There had been chatter on fan sites as well. Katherine advised him to set up a press conference at the hospital before she was released. That the press hounds would only be put off so long. This way they could control the press’ access to Arianna, the narrative, and the story. They could give the media enough to hopefully appease their interest in those closest to Alexander. It was not like he was the pilot any more. The public and media seemed fascinated by Alexander’s return to racing. This would hopefully give Arianna some space and anonymity back once the media interest in her story died down.

Alexander had not discussed the requests with Arianna yet. He wanted to talk to her about it in person. Alexander had requested hospital security provide additional surveillance for Arianna while she was there. He was worried that she would be targeted because of him. He had been right. He had received a few reports from his wife that hospital security had intercepted a few reporters who had tried to sneak into her room to interview her. The hospital itself had fielded a deluge of phone calls from people asking about her condition and wanting to send her flowers and gifts. The hospital finally put up a generic message asking those who wanted to send something to donate the money back to the hospital to continue research in cybernetics like she was receiving to help those who go through similar physical trauma. The hospital released another press notification that Arianna was expected to make a full recovery and was not receiving interview requests and that she was entitled to privacy. The hospital explained that they couldn’t release private patient information, not to call. It had helped reduce the amount of phone calls the staff was receiving. It still left the staff busy.

Alexander was left with the dilemma of what to do regarding the media and his daughter. Katherine recommended that they set up the press conference anyway. Alexander could answer questions for the press if Arianna decided she didn’t want her face to be splashed across news networks around the world. Alexander had sighed and agreed to do it. He knew that Katherine was right the news vultures wouldn’t go away until they were given something. He would rather be at Arianna’s side to deal with them. He didn’t want her to get sidelined alone. She had not received any press training. Katherine agreed to go with him so she could give Arianna a run down on how to deal with the media. Alexander couldn’t argue that Arianna needed to understand that her life is about to change. She will not be as anonymous in a crowd anymore. People may seek her out and recognize her on the street. Alexander was man enough to also realize that Arianna would take that lesson better from Katherine than him. Alexander gave Katherine permission to set up the press conference. Katherine had been working with the team at the hospital to get everything moving.




Alexander and his ex-wife Candace had met with the team of doctor’s after the initial emergency surgery to save Arianna’s life. Once they had her stabilized they had run treatment options past them. One of the benefits of cybernetic augmentations was the ability to help people who had injuries like Arianna’s. The spinal cord damage was extensive. Cybernetics had allowed doctors and engineers to provide a way for those with spinal cord injuries to move again using computer neural networks that integrated with prosthetics. When the spinal cord was severed or severely damaged those computer neural networks could bypass the body’s natural networks but had to cover all the same areas. For paraplegics having artificial limbs makes this integration easier. It is easier to sync the computer neural networks with limbs designed for them. Earlier work in this area gave people back gross motor skills but they lacked the ability to process the finer motor skills. Technology has improved but most standard cybernetics available for paraplegics require artificial limbs or they have to learn with a reduction in sensitivity and fine motor skills. The experimental cybernetics that had been offered to Arianna was a way to bridge that gap.

Part of why she had to be in the hospital so long even in this day of improved medicine was because her bones had to heal before the installation could happen. This new experimental system had to be monitored during the initial installation phase. This new biotech followed nervous system pathways while establishing computer neural pathways and links building a new computer neural network organically to replace the body’s organic nervous system. As Arianna’s brain sought existing neural pathways the cybernetic software worked with her enhanced neural chip linking biological and computer pathways into one system creating a bioengineered system that complemented her body’s. The idea behind the technology was that the more she used it and refined the more of her existing control over her body would build allowing her to retain sensation, fine motor skills, along with gross motor skills without needing cybernetic limbs or a full body brace to move. Arianna would have to relearn to walk and move all those muscles just like a child growing up. The network would strengthen and expand the more she worked with it. Her progress had to be monitored at first and therapists worked with her to help her retrain her body. She understood that this process would continue for some time while the bioengineered cybernetic neural network grew and established those links. The technology used an advanced neural chip and processor with a special software program to control the process. The neural filaments were built from organic components taken from her diet and blood. Arianna had been on a special diet as well to ensure her body had what it needed to maintain and grow the network that would allow her body to move once more.

The progress was slow at first but once those gross motor functions were established progress became faster. Arianna was walking again but still needed the aid of a walker. She continued to have some balance issues as her body relearned everything it had learned. The doctor’s assured her that she would eventually regain her grace and ability to walk unaided. The walker just assured that she wouldn’t fall while her body strengthened once more. She was able to use her arms and hands again. Her finer motor skills in her hands were taking more time to refine but she could type again and feed herself. She was not up to writing with a pen yet though or drawing. Her grip strength was not very strong yet. It was improving daily though the more she followed the exercise routines set out by the therapists working with her. The beautiful part of her recovery was that she would bear some scars but she could feel. Her skin reacted to heat and cold. She could feel the warmth of the sun on her face and feel the breeze over her skin. She could feel the pressure of someone holding her hand. She might have lost this level of sensitivity with the standard cybernetics.




Alexander found himself on a private shuttle with Katherine, Mabel, and 4 of the travel security guards. Alexander was going to leave Mabel behind at headquarters but she threatened to quit on him if he did. She wanted to see Arianna. Alexander had caved and agreed to bring her with him. Alexander had warned his ex-wife about what was happening. He didn’t want her to feel blindsided. Besides, it wouldn't hurt for her to have media training as well. Not that Alexander expected her to sing his praises. She had left him long ago. They had parted on mostly amicable terms. He resented that she couldn’t accept him after the explosion that had taken his arms. His interactions with his ex-wife Candace had revolved around co-parenting their daughter. The private shuttle was much faster than the larger and heavier team cargo plane. They landed in Los Angeles a few hours later. Alexander was surprised that they had managed to avoid the press at the smaller private airport where the shuttle had landed. They were now in a private transport on the way to the hospital. Alexander had texted Candace to let her know their shuttle had landed.

The driver went to a side entrance. The media were already at the hospital and camped out at the main entrance. The driver followed the parking lot into a parking garage connected to the hospital. He stopped outside the entrance to a pedestrian walkway on the fourth floor that connected to the hospital. There didn’t appear to be any media camped out at this entrance. Alexander waited to exit the vehicle as the security guards with him got out and looked around before letting him out. He climbed out before turning around to help Mabel out of the vehicle and then Katherine.

Alexander: “Well ladies shall we get this show on the road?”

They moved out as a group with two security guards in front of them and two behind them. The cement pedestrian bridge had designs and stamped into the interior and solar panels along the outside edges. Their group traversed the bridge quickly. The security guards had them pause as they opened the doors and peered inside. They closed the doors and turned back to Alexander.

Security: “Sir, there is a small group of media present just inside the door. I don’t think we will be able to get in without any of them seeing us.”

Katherine moved up to the security guards and spoke with confidence.

Katherine: “This is what we are going to do. I will speak to the press informing them that no statements or interviews will be given until the press conference. Alexander, you and Mabel ignore them and just keep moving into the hospital. Security will stay with you to help push them away if they get too aggressive. Does everyone understand the plan?”

Alexander sighed and nodded. “Let’s get this over with. Arianna’s room is on the sixth floor. Room 606. They had to move her to a private room for security reasons.”

Mabel: “Well let’s go. I want to see her.”

The security guards moved to the front and two each took a door while the other two moved in and began to force a pathway through the small group of reporters there.

Security: “Please move to the side.”

Katherine stepped through the door behind them and used her authoritative voice.

Katherine: “Alexander Knight and Valkyrie AGR Sport will not be making any statements or granting any interviews at this time. Please move aside so we can enter.”

Security guards were doing their jobs as they stepped into the reporters paths blocking their access to Alexander. Cameras were recording and flashes could be seen as pictures were being taken. Their group managed to make progress though.
Reporters were throwing out questions hoping to catch a reaction or a byline before the press conference. “What does your daughter think about your return to racing? Will Arianna be granting interviews? Where does she go to college? Is Valkyrie AGR Sport footing her hospital bill? Did your daughter have any plastic surgery while she was here?”

Mabel frowned at some of the questions but followed along behind Alexander. They were soon through the small crowd in the lobby just off the entrance and in the elevator. He gave a sigh of relief as the door closed.

Alexander: “That honestly went better than I expected. Well Katherine they gave you an idea of the type of questions you can expect.”

Katherine had a disgusted look on her face. “Some of those questions are highly inappropriate. It is a good thing you listened to me Alexander. Arianna is going to need that press training. I think they will hound her for a bit. Hopefully the press conference will prevent them from chasing her around.”

Mabel looked mutinous. “Did she have plastic surgery? Katherine I am happy to kick any of them that step out of line for you. That poor child has been through enough without these vultures circling for something they can twist into something disgusting.”

Katherine chuckled at Mabel’s reaction to the press. “Mabel, that is why we brought security guards. These guys are here to see to our safety and Alexander’s family. They will be working with the hospital’s security guards and staff to run the press conference. We will also have the support of the UCLA press team. Between us, I hope we can keep it civil.”

Mabel just gave a snort and a nod. Alexander looked amused because he could see Mabel doing just what she threatened. It brought a smile to his face. About that time, the elevator stopped and they needed to exit. They made it to Arianna’s room without any further trouble. The security guards left them after they entered Arianna’s room. The security guards left to check in with hospital security and the arrangements for the press conference. Arianna’s room was full of balloons, flowers, and plants. Evidently there had been a lot of deliveries before the hospital had made their announcement.

Mabel beat Alexander to Arianna’s side. She was sitting up in a reclining chair. Mabel engulfed the beautiful blonde that was Alexander’s daughter. Arianna still looked pale and signs of healing and trauma were still evident.There was a long gash on her right temple that was shiny new skin of a healed flesh. The biggest change was the long curved hi-tech neural port that was unlike anything she had seen before. It curved around the base of her skull and was about an inch and a half wide. Her hair had been shaved in the area to accommodate the port. Arianna had such thick long wavy hair that you didn’t really see it until she turned her head. Some of the deeper bruising from the accident was still evident and fading a sign of how much trauma her body had endured. There were still dark circles under her eyes. Mabel leaned forward and pulled Arianna into a hug.

Mabel: “Arianna, it is so good to see you child. How are you doing? Did you get my plant?”

Arianna’s bright laughter filled the room with sunshine as she replied to Mabel’s questions even as she returned the warm hug. The smell of Miss Mabel’s perfume brought back fond memories of visits with her father in the last few years. Mabel had been a steadying influence on her father. She had also been instrumental in helping them strengthen their relationship as she grew into a young adult and he supported her and accepted his child was an adult now. Their relationship had gone through some growing pains in her teenage years. The distance had not helped.

Arianna: “Miss Mabel it is so good to see you too! Are you keeping my dad out of trouble? I am doing better. Yes I loved the gardenia. I didn’t have one of those yet. I will plant it after I get home.”

Alexander looked at his daughter with a smile. His whole body had relaxed seeing her alive and doing so much better than the last time he had seen her. Those who had just started working with Alexander would probably be shocked at how much warmth, love, and softness showed in his face. Typically his expressions were neutral or calculating, not necessarily hateful or robotic but cold and focused. He would live with the image of her on life support and have nightmares about it for the rest of his days. He approached her and bent over to hug her gently after Mabel stepped back.

Alexander: “Hello Princess. It is so good to see you. You look so much better. How are you feeling?”

Arianna hugged her father as tight as she could. Her mother had explained what her father had done to help her. She had not really been in a place to understand her choices. She had suffered a severe concussion and then they had her on painkillers and in an induced coma while she healed. She had been unconscious the last time he had seen her in person recovering from surgery. She couldn’t help the tears that flowed down her face that soaked into his shirt. Arianna: “Thank you daddy.” The time had been brief but the feeling of being trapped in her own body without being able to move had been frankly traumatizing and horrible. She knew that there had been other options but her father had gone out of his way to make sure she had the best option.

Alexander closed his eyes as he held his daughter close. She felt so frail and fragile in his arms. She was so precious to him. He knelt before her and just continued to hug her. He felt her tears on his shirt and her soft voice thanking him. His sobs and tears joined hers. Didn’t she know he would do anything for her? He was so grateful that she was still here with him. His voice came out gruff and ragged full of the powerful emotions flooding through him. “I love you Arianna. You will always be my Princess. There is nothing to thank me for. I would do anything for you. You are the one doing all the hard work with recovery.” The two seemed oblivious to the world for a few minutes. Reality finally faded back in. Alexander pulled back from the hug enough to wipe away her tears. He gave Arianna a warm smile.

Candace took that moment to interrupt their reunion. Candace had been standing next to Arianna’s chair on the right. Candace reached out like she was going to touch Alexander but then withdrew her hand. Candace gave him a nod of greeting instead

Candace: “It is good to see you Alexander.”

Candace of course recognized Mabel and knew who she was. Candace didn’t like Mabel and dismissed her and didn’t greet her at all. Candace hated the fact that Mabel and Arianna were friends. It galled her that Arianna liked the woman more than her real grandmother. Candace's voice was uncertain and held a hint of something sharper as she pointed to the other woman in the room.

Candace: “Who is she?”

Alexander sighed and did his best to hide his anger with Candace. She had been the one to leave him. He had not missed her reaching out like she had the right to touch him and claim him anymore. She had no right to be jealous after throwing him away all those years ago. It upset him to know she had been unable to accept his prosthetic arms but had been grateful he had managed to save Arianna from that fate. That was some sick irony for you. Candace was one of the people who had hurt him the most. She had torn out his heart and stomped on it. He had made peace with her decision long ago. His lip curled in a snarl before he managed to stop it. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He was here for his daughter. He might have to deal with Candace but he no longer gave her the power to hurt him.

Alexander turned to Katherine who had been quietly waiting in the background. She had been respectful of his time with his daughter and he appreciated her sensitivity about it. He motioned Katherine to come forward. Alexander rose to his feet and stepped back to give Katherine room to move up closer. He motioned to Katherine.

Alexander: “Arianna and Candace, this is Katherine Dubois.” He motioned to Arianna and Candace in turn. “Katherine, this is my daughter Arianna and my ex-wife Candace.” Alexander paused before continuing. He didn’t like the spiteful look in Candace’s eyes. He often wondered what he had originally seen in her. She had been his everything once. Now she acted jealous if there was another woman in his life yet she wanted nothing to do with him. He had long ago just stopped playing her games.

Alexander continued. “She is the Marketing Team Lead at Valkyrie AGR Sport. She is here to give you some media training. Unfortunately my return to racing and the reason for it, has created a lot of interest from the media. Valkyrie has been inundated with interview requests for Arianna. I wouldn’t be surprised if you haven’t had a few reporters approach you directly, Candace. The hospital has worked to give you privacy while you were here and healing. It seems to have leaked that you are leaving today. Valkyrie has worked with the hospital to set up a press conference here at the hospital. We need to talk about the media, Arianna.”

Candace snorted and crossed her arms, her eyes shooting fire at him. Candace’s voice was full of anger and loathing. Her tone was toxic and slightly whiny. It grated on Alexander’s nerves.

Candace: “How dare you Alexander! I will not let you use Arianna as a marketing plot to help your image. I will say whatever I damn well please to the media.”

Mabel’s eyes flashed with fire as she turned to Candace. Mabel: “Don’t you dare you harpy! You are such a hypocrite. You can say what you like but remember Candace, you reap what you sow.” Mabel gave Candace a knowing look that Alexander missed because he was focusing on his daughter.

Alexander ignored Candace and turned his attention to Arianna. He looked down into his daughter’s eyes as he tuned Candace’s hateful diatribe out. Alexander knelt down once more so he was at eye level with Arianna. Alexander took hold of one of Arianna’s hands as he spoke to her in a warm loving tone.

Alexander: “Princess you need to know that reporters and even fans want to know about you. It is up to you how much access you give them. If you don’t want to deal with the press today, you don’t have to. The best way to handle them though, is to give them what they want in a setting where we can control the narrative. I can assign you security if you feel unsafe. You might be recognized on the street. Investigative reporters are very good at what they do. I don’t want you to go out there and be surprised. I am sorry that this comes with my new job. I hate this aspect of my new job. I brought Katherine with me to help you through this. She is an expert in dealing with these situations.”

Katherine had been watching the interactions in the room and knew that Alexander’s ex-wife was going to be a problem. She would not be of as much interest to the media as his daughter though. She was the reason he had returned to racing by Alexander’s own admission on camera. Katherine would focus her efforts into mitigating the damage Candace could do. Katherine smiled warmly at Arianna. Katherine had to admit that Alexander’s daughter was a lovely young woman with long flowing golden blonde hair and hazel eyes. Arianna had her mother’s graceful build but her father’s aristocratic features. Katherine stepped forward and held out a hand for Arianna to shake. She kept her voice warm and tried to convey how much Arianna could trust her.

Katherine: “Your father is right. We have set up the press conference and he can field all the questions about you. You don’t have to attend if you don’t want to. We wanted to take this opportunity to prepare you for the public spotlight. Unfortunately even if you don’t do the press conference, that doesn’t mean that the journalists will not continue to approach you. They might approach you when you are not prepared and say something they take out of context and twist it. The gossip sites are horrible about that.”

Katherine gave Arianna warm sympathetic eyes because the poor girl had done nothing to deserve some of the shit that will soon be slung her way. The media could be quite cruel and some dirtbag journalists would do anything to sell a story. Katherine kept her voice confidential but firm as she tried to warn the girl.

Katherine: “Arianna when you return to school, you might be approached by complete strangers who think that because they saw your story on the news, they know you. You will be approached by those who will pretend to be your friend and then ask you for tickets to races or money. There will be people who will pretend to be your friend to learn things about you that you might not want to be public, who in turn sell that information to the media. Or they could turn out to be a gossip journalist who has made up stories about you or have sold candid pictures of you to the media. Fans might like or hate you and post on your social media. You need to decide how much of a public figure you want to be. Valkyrie can help monitor your social media feeds and help keep them private. We can help you with the security settings for example. I want you to understand that you will be a person of interest and focus, both good and bad. There will also be those people who just want to know you simply because you are Alexander’s daughter. What do you want, Arianna?”

Arianna was feeling a little overwhelmed. Arianna had been so happy to see her father. Her relationship with her father was so different than her relationship with her mother. She had lived with her mother for most of her life. She loved her mother but she could be overbearing. She had always tried to push her to do what she wanted and expected. She pushed Arianna to dress a certain way and to seek out certain kids to be friends with. Her mother had always been concerned with the appearance of things. She would listen to Arianna’s feelings about something and then dismiss them. Her mother rarely respected her boundaries or cared about what she wanted. Her mother had wanted her to be a doctor or financial broker. Arianna wanted to help heal the planet. She wanted to do something meaningful with her life. She was studying botany and was in a graduate program with a focus on repairing ecosystems. She wanted to be a part of the solution for the planet. Her mother had told her that there was no future or money in that career. Her mother had majored in business and had settled for a career in human resources. She had wanted to be an executive running a department with a lavish lifestyle. She talked about it all the time.

The men her mother had dated were all successful executives that she felt could give her the lifestyle she craved. The men were so different from her father. Most of them were respectful to her but simply didn’t interact with her much. The men were almost always good looking but shallow. Arianna never understood what her mother saw in them. Arianna had moved into the dorms for college. She only went to visit her mother for holidays and breaks. She still spent her summers with her father. She had needed that distance from her mother. Arianna’s mother had never really bad-mouthed her father much. She just harped on how she had been blinded by love and had settled for a more domestic and suburban lifestyle with his career in the military. She had blamed his career for the loss of their marriage. She had said he had changed after his accident. Arianna had been so little when her father and mother split up, she had never really understood the dynamics of what happened. Arianna had always just humored her mother. It was easier than arguing with her over what she saw from her relationship with them both. All her father would say about their break up was that her mother decided that she didn’t want to be with him anymore. He always told her that it didn’t matter because she was still her mother and she should respect her. He never spoke poorly about her mother even when she heard some of the awful things her mother would say when she thought Arianna couldn’t hear her. She saw the pain her mother’s words caused her father. He grew thicker skin eventually. She no longer saw pain in his eyes, just resignation when dealing with her.

Her father could be very focused and intense. He had to work during the summers she had visited him. He might have had to work but he never made her feel like she was an afterthought to his life. He explained priorities and made time to spend with her in ways that showed her he cared. During the week when he was working, he always came home on time and they made dinner together. They ate at the dining room table together. They would watch a show or play a board game after dinner. He would read to her at bedtime. During the summer on weekends, her father planned little adventures for them. They both loved being outside and hiking and camping was their thing. When he wasn’t with her, he would call her and text her at least once a week to check in with her. Her father always listened and really paid attention to what she had to say. He was genuinely interested in her life, thoughts, and feelings. He always encouraged her to explore whatever interested her and to try new things. He was always supportive.

Arianna looked at her father’s concerned face. She believed her father. She reached out and grabbed his hand and squeezed it supportively.

Arianna: “I don’t mind the whole world knowing you are my father. I have the best dad. I am not ashamed of you. Would it bother you if I did the press conference?”

Alexander looked almost like he was in pain as he met his daughter’s eyes. He smiled and squeezed her hand gently in return.

Alexander: “Princess if it was up to me, I would hide you away from the culture vultures and protect you from their viciousness.”

Alexander heard Katherine’s swift inhale and her almost panicked look as she shook her head no. Alexander chuckled ruefully to himself as he admitted to others that Katherine knew better.

Alexander continued with a sigh. Alexander: “But wiser heads than mine had argued with that path. If you don’t talk to them, they will think there is something to hide. They will follow you everywhere. If you do the press conference today, yes people will recognize you on the streets. You will probably still get approached by journalists, media people, and fans. But we can control the narrative and reduce the amount of interest in you. We can direct all future media requests to my office if you would prefer. Or we can arrange for you to have an independent Public Relations professional to advise you. Either way I wanted Katherine to give you some bare bones advice on how to deal with the media. That way when you are answering questions, you know how to answer them in a way they can not twist or misconstrue.” Alexander cupped his daughter’s cheek with his hand. “What do you want to do Princess?”

Candace was looking ready to murder Alexander. She turned to face Arianna with lightning in her eyes and thunder in her voice. “Arianna, your father wants to use your situation to gain sympathy for him and to make himself look better in the press. Valkyrie is going to tell you to spin things how is best for their team. They don’t care about what you want.”

Mabel’s authoritative sharp voice cut across Candace’s as she interjected.

Mabel: “Shut up Candace. Once again you have no idea what you are talking about.” Mabel turned to Arianna with a loving expression on her face. “Arianna, I am telling you can trust Katherine. She is very good at what she does or she wouldn’t head up marketing and public relations for Valkyrie. If you are worried about what your mother had to say, I have three independent public relations experts standing by if you would rather work with someone who was only looking out for your interests. Katherine is telling you the truth, child. You are old enough to know how the media works. You have seen what they are like. Or you can hide and choose not to show your face. You know your father would do anything to protect you. You know he would prefer that you did hide and not show your face. Which would defeat the nefarious motivations that your mother is trying to assign to your father’s actions. The choice dear child is yours.”

Arianna shook her head sadly. When had her mother become so hateful towards her father? She had praised his efforts in private to Arianna but now that he was here to help her cope with something that had spilled over onto her from his life, she was all bitterness and hate.

Katherine looked at Arianna and gave her a rueful smile.

Katherine: “Arianna, would you rather talk to the other PR people before making a decision?”

Arianna smiled at her father and leaned forward to place a kiss on his cheek. She leaned back and winked at Katherine.

Arianna: “Nope. If you can get my hard headed father to listen to your advice, it must be worth listening too.”

Her mother started to protest but Arianna gave her mother a sad but exasperated look.

Arianna: “Enough mom. I am going to do this. I am an adult. You don’t have to be here for this if you don’t want to be. That choice is yours but this is mine.”

Mabel nodded relieved to see Arianna showing some spine in regards to her manipulative mother. Mabel gave Arianna a sassy wink in front of her mother and two thumbs up.

Candace looked like she had swallowed a bug and simply gave a rough nod.

Katherine made Alexander move to the side. She pulled a chair up in front of Arianna and began to prepare her for the kinds of questions they might ask. How to skillfully avoid questions she didn’t want to answer. She assured she didn’t have to answer any questions she didn’t want to by saying no comment. Arianna nodded along and absorbed the thirty minute lesson on how to talk to the press. Candace paid attention but was still stewing in silence.

Katherine kicked Alexander outside as she helped Katherine prepare for the press conference. Candace reluctantly thawed towards Katherine and helped Arianna. Katherine had brought a new outfit for Arianna to change into to go home in. She had been unsure what her mother had brought her. It was a simple white pullover tunic top with floral leggings and slip on canvas sneakers. The outfit was simple, would look good on camera, and most importantly would be comfortable and easy for Arianna to get in and out of. She left Arianna’s hair down and put no make up on her. Their lights might wash her out but Arianna was a natural beauty and it didn’t hurt to remind them that the young woman was recovering from life threatening injuries.




UCLA Medical Center: Large Meeting Room



Arianna Knight


Hospital security was stationed around the perimeter of the room. There was a long table set up at the front of the room with several microphones on it. There was a host of video drones from various agencies in the air above the crowd. There were 6 chairs set up behind the table. Two of Valkyrie’s security guards were along the wall behind the table. The other two were stationed along the wall on each side of it. They were close enough to intercept anyone who might try to reach their principals. Arianna had been introduced to the Valkyrie security guards on the way down from her room. They had all been perfect gentlemen and polite. Not that Alexander expected any less from them. Mabel took a seat along the wall near the exit. Katherine accepted the wireless microphone that one of the hospital staff had handed her. Katherine had agreed to let the hospital’s media person handle opening the press conference. Katherine would only interfere if she had too. Arianna took the fourth seat in, Alexander took the seat on the other side of her, as Candace took the seat on the other side of Arianna, leaving Arianna between her parents. Arianna’s primary doctor with the hospital had taken the far seat and Katherine had taken the end seat.

The media were packed into the room that the hospital had set up for the press conference. Cameras had started taking pictures the moment they had appeared in the room. The low buzz sound of drones was a background noise. The noise level was tolerable but the noise went up briefly with excitement as they entered before falling quiet.

“The UCLA Medical Center has called the press conference to hopefully answer your questions as best we can. Please understand that this is a medical institution and that patient confidentiality is guaranteed by law. We will only be sharing the information that Miss Ariana Knight has cleared us to release. First Doctor Hawthorne will give a brief discussion of the treatment that Miss Knight has received and her condition. Then Miss Knight’s mother Candace Martin will give a brief statement followed by her father Alexander Knight. Miss Arianna Knight will then give a brief statement. Please hold your questions until after the prepared statements have been given.”

Dr. Hawthorne: “Arianna Knight was airlifted to the medical center from the scene of the accident where she had been hit by a vehicle. The impact with the car shattered her legs and threw her into the air. The impact with the curb at the scene caused a skull fracture and severe concussion. The angle of the impact and the force of it severed Miss Knight’s spinal cord. She also suffered from numerous minor cuts and lacerations and bruising from impact with debris from the vehicle. She was rushed into surgery to stabilize her. Once Miss Knight was out of the woods, decisions had to be made for her future quality of life. Miss Knight’s injury left her a paraplegic. The choices made were to implement cybernetics to give her a quality comparable to what she had before the accident. She is now leaving the hospital to continue her recovery at home.”

The media started throwing questions out at the doctor. The doctor actually got up and left. The hospital representative informed them the doctor would not be answering any questions.

Candace looked around nervously before beginning her statement.
Candace: “My name is Candace Martin and I am Alexander’s ex-wife and the mother of Arianna Knight. Arianna is my only child. I want to thank the UCLA Medical Center Staff for taking such good care of my daughter. My daughter is an adult and I am grateful that she is expected to make a full recovery. I want to make one point clear. Alexander Knight is no longer a part of my life except that we share a child together. Please respect my privacy and leave me alone.”
Candace gave a brief nod to indicate she was finished and leaned back in her chair.

Alexander: “Thank you all for honoring my request for a press conference. Your interest in my daughter’s well being has been heartwarming. It was easier to address you all at once than agreeing to individual interview requests.”

Alexander gave them all a playful expression as he told them. “As you all know, I am a pretty busy man.”

He reached over and took Arianna’s hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. He gave her a warm loving smile before turning back to the cameras. He threaded his fingers through hers and continued to hold her hand. Alexander had tears in his thinking about what could have been the outcome. His voice was gravely with emotion.

Alexander: “I want to echo the thanks of my ex-wife Candace. The UCLA Medical Center and its staff have taken great care of my daughter. I am so grateful to the team of doctors and medical professionals that helped in her recovery. There are too many to individually name but know you have my undying gratitude.”
Alexander cleared his throat which was tight with emotions before he continued.

Alexander: “Arianna is my only child and the joy in my life. I am so very proud of the young woman she has become. I ask that you respect her wishes and privacy. It is her decision if she wishes to speak with you or not. Please respect her boundaries. Please also bear in mind that she is still recovering from what should have been a fatal accident.”

Alexander gulped. He hated the idea that he had to share his daughter with the world. He understood the press’ curiosity about her but it didn’t make his protective instincts any easier. All he wanted to do is grab her and run. He knew it was his prior experiences with the press that was talking and feeding his paranoia. He gave Arianna an encouraging smile. He could at least make this easier for her. Alexander’s face softened as Arianna gave him a brilliant smile. He turned to the media present with that smile still on his face.

Alexander: “Ladies and Gentlemen, my daughter Arianna Knight.”

Arianna gave the media a nervous smile. She clung to her father’s hand. Her golden hair caught the lights as she turned to look around at the audience. She couldn’t believe all these people were here to see her.

Arianna laughed as she began. “I didn’t think so many people would want to meet me.” She shrugged as she turned her head to look at her dad who was watching her closely. She gave him a warm smile as she met his eyes.

Arianna: “I am just a young woman going to college. I am working on my graduate degree in botany with an emphasis on ecosystem repair. I am a young woman like so many around the world with an amazing loving father. I don’t understand what you find so special about me. I am not anybody special.”

Arianna blushed as camera flashes almost blinded her. Alexander gave her hand a squeeze as he spoke to her.

Alexander: “You are the most special person in the world to me.”

Arianna smiled at her father and fell silent. She knew her father meant it.

Katherine picked up her microphone as the press were going crazy with the questions. She needed to bring some order to this chaos.

Katherine: “Please calm down. One at a time please.”

Every hand in the room shot up. Katherine pointed to a familiar face who was patiently waiting with their hand raised.

“Jessica Smith with Fox News: What was it like to grow up with an AG racer for a father?”

Arianna blinked a little surprised by the question.

Arianna: “My parents had already divorced before my father started racing. I spent summers with him and occasionally got to see him race. He was busy but he always made time for me. I lived with my mother during the school year. He was just dad to me.”

Arianna shrugged uncertain about why they had asked that.

Katherine helped facilitate the press conference from there.

“Beatriz Caetana with EU Observer: Is it true that due to your father that you were implanted with experimental cybernetics?”

Arianna did a double take on that question.

Arianna: “My father paid for the upgraded cybernetics that were installed. My student insurance didn’t cover them. I was only eligible for the upgrade because I met the criteria for them though.”

“Jamaica Williams with People: Are you considering any one on one tell all interviews in the future?”

Arianna laughed at the question. “No. There is nothing to tell. What you see is what you get. I don’t see that as necessary.”

“Hans Keller with Gossip: Arianna, if I may say, you are a beautiful young woman. Many racing fans will be curious. Are you dating anyone?”

Arianna blushed crimson as she replied.

Arianna: “I am not but that is not the kind of information I believe AG fans should be focusing on. Fans should be looking at the racing. Which pilots are showing the most skill? Who is placing at the races? Are the pilots activists? I am. I follow Kofi and Harrison for that reason.”

Alexander glared at Hans Keller and his growl was picked up by his microphone.

Alexander: “Keller, that was not an appropriate question for my daughter.”

“Lilly Stryker with TMZ: Good morning Arianna. Could you tell us about your relationship with your father? He seems to be very protective. What was he like when you started dating?”

Alexander’s focus switched to Stryker now and he pointed at her shaking his head no.

Arianna patted her father’s hand with a laugh.

Arianna: “My father supports all that I do. He is always there for me. I know without a doubt that he loves me. As you can see, he is very protective of me. He threatened my first date over the phone. The poor boy was terrified. He followed my father’s instructions to the letter. He danced only with me at the school dance. He had me home by 10pm and left me at the door with a peck on the cheek. He never asked me out again. We have come to an understanding now that I am an adult. He doesn’t ask and I don’t tell.”

Alexander turned his attention to Arianna with a raised brow. He leaned over and whispered in her ear.
“Are you seeing anyone? Why haven’t I met him yet?”

Arianna just laughed, her eyes sparkling merrily. She patted him on the hand. She rolled her eyes at him.

Arianna: “Relax dad, you know I will tell you if I date anyone and it gets serious.”

Alexander didn’t like that answer but now was not the time. He gave her a look like this conversation is not over.

“Angela Ramirez with NBC Sports: Have you been following your father’s return to racing?”

Arianna sighed as she answered. “I have been trying to but you understand with the timing. My attention has been on recovery. I plan to follow it more closely as I have more time.”

Katherine decided that was enough. “Alright folks, we are wrapping up this press conference. Arianna needs to get home. Any further requests from the media to speak with Arianna Knight can be forwarded to the Public Relations Team at Valkyrie AGR Sport. Thank you.”

There was the usual last minute chaos as reporters tried to sneak in additional questions. The security guards held back a few of the more aggressive reporters as those behind the table exited the room.

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KingKofiFan: Wow Knight’s daughter is a Kofi fan!
$erwa: What ? How did you find this out? First I have heard of it.
KingKofiFan: She did a press conference when she got out of the hospital. She is pretty too!
KingKofiFan: Check out NBC Sports for her interview.
Bertha: She also said she was Harrison Fan. She is not that pretty.
NoraRules: I like that she seemed so genuine. She didn’t just give lip service to her father’s team.
BadBrad: She doesn’t matter. She is not a part of this sport.
ApexSuperFan: I agree with BadBrad. Why are we talking about a team principal’s daughter who is not involved with AG at all?
Bertha: Agreed. Why are we talking about Knight’s brat?
TeamCondorSF: I don’t really care about her but she did look all beat to hell from that accident.
Susie: Yeah she had bruises for days.
ApexSuperFan: Again who cares?
Abdullah: She honored her father. Good child.
Zygonista: I don’t see the relevance.
Bertha: Why are the media covering this? Was it a slow week?
Merica1: It was nice to see some American representation on AG racing even if it was the principal's daughter.
BatDave: I am Batman and I approve of Arianna. I like that her focus was on racing.
Bertha: [content removed by moderators]
ValkyrieFan56: It was nice to see a more human side of Knight.
Bertha: His daughter got special cybernetics thanks to her daddy’s connections. Not everyone has those resources. Arianna Knight is a spoiled princess. #inequality
Nobody404: Medical records are privileged information. Cybernetics are highly regulated. Knight’s daughter could only get those augmentations if she met the criteria for them medically. You can’t blame a father for wanting what is best for his daughter. I don’t blame him for that. If others had the resources they would move heaven and earth for their children too.
Bertha: [Content removed by moderators.]




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OfficeDrone#12: Interesting interview. Knight looked almost human.
SuperfanAGR54: I thought Knight was going to deck that reporter.
DantheMan: I wouldn’t want to be her date.
Superfan2075: Knight is a marshmallow.
DadBod89: solidarity #fatherhood
Hater101: Who the fuck cares? She is a looker though!
Papabear34: As a father, I related to that interview. #fatherhood
Nana2050: Knight is a good father.
GeorgeFly: Don’t see what all the hype is about. Big deal he has a kid. So do others.
ValkyrieFan56: Arianna Knight is gorgeous. Can she be the new mascot?
Weedhead81: Maybe she likes weed?
SexyM@m@5: Boring who cares.
Paulmulder4eva: It didn’t have anything to do with the pilots. #badnews
Britball12: Why the hype?
!YouSlow!: Don’t care. I did like that she tried to put the focus back on racing.
xImFasterthanUx: This news does not matter unless you like gossip sites.
AGInthusiast: Agreed does not matter
micheal650004: Blonde bombshell alert
llamalover4life: Yes she is pretty but has nothing to do with her father’s career.
ieatAGR: Well except he said he came back to racing for her. That is important to note.
Weedhead81: @AriannaKnight Will you go out with me?



The Planet Saver


Fireteam Poseidon


Adam, Boraro,Boomer, and Vincent





Down Low

The gurgling crunch of Luisa’s head was brutal, as the other Artemis mercs almost stopped in a staggering kind of shock, watching on, blood splatting plenty over the immaculate white of the lab-like algal labs. There was very little between Raven and the tank, given their leader had just been felled like that, it was a statement more than anything. Like an army had seen their Queen on the field of combat get squished like a cockroach into gravel.

But there were more coming in. Lighter equipped, but Boomer, Shimura and Boraro had some mopping up to do. Through corridors, open hallways, and over gantries, this was a small army, but well, so was Raven. They were close enough to kill the tank’s contents however, and this was simply a case of pouring the counteragent. While not getting shot.

“Wilk, Poseidon, what is your status?” Called out the familiar voice of Vincent, the VTOL still out of range, considering the SAMs were still active. But, he wasn’t planning on staying away long.

“A bit occupied! We’ll create you a window soon, hang tight!” Adam yelled out on the comms, the Pole not knowing just how intense the fight was above, but given they had a crazy German pyro on rollerskates and a gigantic flame tank with more engineering knowledge than the Unabomber up here, they were not exactly of help.

“Downstairs team, how are we looking? Can you neutralize the tank?” Adam yelled, the sound of what was a gigantic belch of flame audible in comms, and from below audible too.

Chuck laughed as he released the chain on Lucille’s handle as he heard Ebrima’s reply. He laughed, his voice full of amusement as he replied. “Okay Yeah I can see that. But just saying if you need any pointers…” He laughed as he used the chain attachment to whip Lucille into a soldier, the hit crushing the man’s skull. He began to sweep the heavy weapon back and forth to clear an even larger area around him, still conscious of comprising the tanks. Chuck was doing his best to take as many soldiers out of action as fast as possible and draw the most attention. He was trying to open the way for his team members to do their jobs. About that time Adam came over comms asking for a sitrep.

Chuck: “Well sir, Boraro is making friends. Shimura is doing… well ninja stuff and I am playing baseball with the entire Artemis army down here. We are a bit busy sir. We will see what we can do to speed this up”

Ebrima plugged in his new headset just in time for the boss’ call. Far from the collected individual he’d known until now, but at the same time Ebrima had too big a headache to investigate what that flamethrower noise in the background was. In theory, their current task was an easy one, within a shorter distance than one walked to get a cup of tea in the morning, but Artemis knew. Where was that invisible knife nut when one needed him the most? ”Boomer, how’s your armor looking?” The barking of the shotgun at times overpowering the lower-quality mic he was now using, ”Can you neutralize the toxin under fire if I thin them out from up here?” A screaming Artemis operative fell past where Chuck was.

Chuck kept fighting. It seemed the more of these assholes he took out the more came in. They were literally beginning to pile up around him. He kept taking shots to his armor but most of it had been lower caliber than what the Russian Heavy had used on him. Thank goodness for small mercies or he would be in more trouble than he was now. Chuck had been fighting with the tank about 5 feet behind him. He had his back to it and had been fighting the soldiers in front of it. They had all been firing indiscriminately around the tank. Chuck had been trying to protect it from enemy fire. They didn’t want that tank to rupture before the toxin could be neutralized. Chuck heard Ebrima’s question come over comms. He checked on his armor integrity in the HUD display. His onboard AI showed him the damaged areas. “Boraro my outer armor integrity is down to 50% in the chest and backplate. My inner armor integrity is holding for now. I am in position to neutralize the tank. I can do it. Trying to give myself enough time to reach it. It feels like Artemis has bad guys on tap and are aiming the firehose at us.”

Chuck moved faster letting out a yell as he caught Lucille by the handle and broke into a sprint charging into the oncoming line of soldiers. He put all his muscles and as much speed into it as he could. He took out as many soldiers close to him as possible. He then spun firing flechettes from his wrist launchers as fast as possible, spraying the next wave. He only needed enough time to reach the tank.

Hearing the thudding footsteps from below, Ebrima didn’t even need to know where Chuck was and where he was going as an idea bloomed in his head, potentially spawned by a mild concussion but if his brief time with the outfit indicated anything, certainly in character for the group. Bounding between the algae racks, Boraro reached a group of four mercs that had just shown up, aiming to reinforce the control room below by the direction they had been going before he appeared in their midst, grabbing their rear guard and kicking the third man in the stack, sending all three down the flight of stairs like world-ending dominoes. They’d be back soon, but Ebrima only needed a little bit of time. A few seconds would do.

A crack, a snap and with some persuasion the poor bastard’s shooting arm had another joint on it to prevent him from being stupid as he threw the man over his shoulder, holding him up with one hand while swapping to the M25. Wearing the cursing merc like a ballistic backpack, he could rain fire and fury down onto the mercs Chuck couldn’t get at easily until he depleted the magazine, all the while safe from the three that had gone back up the stairs as they tried to get an angle that would let them do something about it, too slow to do so before the Cameroonian turned around to deal with them properly.

Chuck’s charge swept out in an arc, clearing the space around the tank. His flechettes took out most of the next wave. Chuck: “I’m going for the tank.” Chuck kept his momentum as he focused on reaching the tank. He began to look for ways to get the neutralization agent into the tank. He spotted a feeder chute that was used to add chemicals to the tank. It had a locked door on it. Chuck didn’t bother trying to decode the digital lock. That was not his area of expertise. He used his strength to break the door off. His back armor was taking a beating as guns bore down on him as he presented a large target for Artemis soldiers. The collective bullets ate away as his back armor chipping away at its integrity. Suddenly there was a lull in enemy fire. Chuck seized his opportunity. He popped open the compartment in his leg armor where the agent was held. He dumped it into the chute. He fell against the tank as something heavy hit him from behind. He held onto the tank as he hit the button that would flush the agent into the tank. “Neutralization agent in.” Chuck was having trouble moving his torso. His back plates were jammed, and it felt as if something heavy was hanging off his back.

‘Okay, now they’re just copying our style.’ Ebrima thought as he caught the sight of someone trying to stick a long knife between Chuck’s back plates. Well, if it worked for medieval men at arms trying to deal with an armored knight…

That glance back was enough for the three Artemis Mercs to approach, hesitant to shoot for fear of striking their friend still on Ebrima’s back. A quick glance at them, then back behind to check the direction. Once again, to gauge the distance. There wasn’t a third as Ebrima braced his boot against the man on his back and kicked off, dropping him on the guy bothering Chuck from two stories up before addressing his own three problems, Kukri drawn and about to start opening them up like Amazon packages.

Chuck was suddenly thrown against the tank again. He grunted at the impact but suddenly he could move again and the heavy weight had been removed. He looked down to see what had fallen and kicked the two soldiers at his feet out of the way. He spoke into the comms so the whole team would know. “Toxin Neutralized. Thanks for the assist Boraro.” He smiled as he pulled out his carbine and switched the rounds over to armor piercing. He let the carbine hang on his battle harness before he reached behind him and engaged his shoulder mounted MK48 FUN Gun. The large heavy caliber gun was mounted on a gimbal system and he braced it by his hip as his right hand found the trigger, his left hand supported and guided the barrel. He was surprised that the loading mechanism was still working after all the damage his armor had taken. Normally this heavy caliber machine gun would be tripod mounted. Only Chuck’s size, strength, and armor allowed him to carry this beast into battle. He laughed as he turned around. “Come and get it!” He yelled out to the soldiers who had now reached him. He guided the shoulder mounted gun spraying armor piercing rounds into the oncoming lines. Artemis soldiers went down like he was cutting through a wheat field. The heavy armor piercing rounds sometimes blowing through more than one soldier at a time. “Can we blow this popsicle stand yet?”

“Affirm! Shit is getting spicy up here, we got the SAMs down though! Vincent, we need close air, now!” Adam yelled back, knowing this was likely the only way they were taking out Laura, as well as other bits of the structure. There were an endless amount of them coming, but they were so far holding. Just.

“Yes sir, en route! I have your tracker locations, so I can direct fire into the structure to cut them off from reaching you. Every hit will weaken it, so make your markers count!” Vincent replied, the cool Senegalese engaging the weapons system on the VTOL, ready to provide some long-range CAS, as he let the VTOL take a route on a long orbit, and picked up the team. Rounds would take a while to go down, particularly the 40mm rounds, but they’d make a hell of a bang.

“Copy that Vincent, ground team need support as a priority, a fuckton of hostiles inbound! Boraro, Boomer, call it where you need it, they’ll rain some fire on who you need, cut off any routes towards you and start pulling back! We’re still occupied up here!”

Chuck spoke into comms again. “Wilk confirmed air support. Is the team ready to exfil? Please Confirm?” Chuck asked Adam to confirm they were on their way out now. He saved the remainder of his heaviest ammo for vehicles and switched to his carbine. He was careful with his ammo usage and was aiming and one shot or double tapping as he moved. “Boraro, Shimura, What is your status?”

”Ready to get out of here.” Ebrima growled as he finally twisted his hand far enough to shoot the merc pinning him down with his sidearm. ”Are we going back the way we came or making a new exit?”

Chuck threw back his head and laughed. “Finally! I get to blow shit up! Boraro I like that option. I can make a new exit. I have explosives and grenades with me.” He kept firing and moving towards Ebrima. He was working to clear a path to his teammates.

The 40mm rounds slammed through the walls, sending a couple of men flying and blatted into the hard concrete off walkways, revealing daylight through walls, and making no effort to conceal it. The heavier 90mm rounds picked a gigantic hole into the structure from the VTOL’s left strut, then the 40mm rounds followed and laced an entire group of enemies closing in on them, sending shrapnel and smoke everywhere.

"Mon amis, happy to help!”

Chuck almost casually caught the man that Ebrima had thrown in his direction. He punched him and threw him into a crowd of his friends. “Boraro, start making your way down. Structural integrity is going to start getting dicey.” Chuck focused on the wall opposite Ebrima to give the man time to leave his lofty perch. Chuck began to pull pins and lob grenades to close off the entrances to either side of the tank. He didn’t wait to watch the explosions as he turned and lobbed two more frag grenades towards the wall opposite Ebrima’s perch. “Time to move!” Explosions began to light up the chamber, the noise deafening as grenades went off one right after another. Screams mixed into the chaos as soldiers were caught in the blasts. The two he had lobbed at the wall punched a large jagged hole in the side of the metal building. Daylight was streaming in. The other side was slightly messy as he had caught some of Artemis on the other side of the wall. “Oops Clean up on aisle ten!” He laughed as he moved to the hole in the wall. You could hear the servos in his armor whine as he pulled and pushed with his hands and feet making the hole in the wall larger. The metal siding peeling back like tin. “Your exit, good sir.” Chuck’s tone was laced with amusement.

Ebrima descended from the catwalks with a few boosts from his jump pack, cushioning his fall with some Artemis guy who would not hear the end of it when he reunited with his buddies in the afterlife. He made a break for the wall Chuck had weakened, visibly stumbling and having to steady himself against a wall or railing several times. Luisa rang his bell good, but for a point blank double tap from a .44, he was doing amazing. Grabbing cover as he reached the now fully open hole in the wall, he laid down suppressing fire with the grenade launcher until Ban made it through, completely expanding his thermobarics. ”Wilk and Frigga still inside.” He reminded Chuck as he passed him by, tapping him on the back on reflex as if he could feel it in his armor.

Chuck frowned at the reminder. He didn’t believe in leaving team members behind. “Wilk do you need us to hold this position so you and Frigga can exfil? Or do you need assistance with finding an alternate route?” Chuck looked around to check on Shimura as he waited on an answer. He noted that Ebrima had secured the exit point. Chuck lobbed a few of the electrical taser grenades into the still oncoming waves of Artemis troops. The electrical surge took out groups of 5 to 8 men at a time. Chuck looked at the oncoming waves and realized this position would soon be overrun. “Wilk please advise? This position will soon be compromised. Artemis troops are still pouring into the area. This area will soon be overrun.” Raven Squad were the best of the best however even the best could be overwhelmed by numbers. Artemis had the numbers to do it.
DELTΔ HYPER


Video Call: Bea Ward and Paul Mulder





Paul had been thinking about this since the race in Cape Town. Bea was robbed of points in that race by Hart. Paul had watched the video of the race several times. He paid attention to the mistakes he made and the crash. He wanted to know what Bea and Kais might have been able to do to prevent the crash. He also tried to understand what Hart’s motivations were with his move. He still felt that Hart’s actions were not “skilled” and more “thug on the track”. He knew she raced for a competitor but he wanted to reach out as a fellow racer. He wanted her to know he supported as a friendly competitor. Paul was also curious. He had friends and socialized but he had always been Audrick Mulder’s son. He had learned to always hold back and be cautious even as he could blend into any crowd. He never really felt as if he was just one of the guys hanging out. He was always wondering whether they were hanging out with him for their benefit. He finally had an opportunity to meet people who truly didn’t care who he was. They were just as famous if not more famous than he was. He wanted to get to know his fellow rookies better. He had to give Hyeon-Ae credit for planting that seed when she issued her invitation to host them all in Tokyo.He was looking forward to that party. He thought he could start with Bea though since her interest in art gave him a reason to contact her.

Paul had grown up in a world of privilege and wealth. His mother was arguably more famous than his father. His mother Alicia Mulder traveled the world as a photographer. Her work was popular with the fashion industry but she also did nature photography for a variety of conservation groups and charities. His mother used money from his father to start the Mulder Foundation, a charity to honor his father. The Foundation gives out scholarships to help poor children get into sports and support their training. She also had a branch that supported children and the arts. She believed that art was important to the education of children. Her foundation provided art supplies to youth arts programs all over Europe. Paul had seen the charity art auction that Bea had done with Amy Stirling. He wanted to do something nice for his mother now that they were on better terms. He knew her work with the arts community was important to her. He wanted to put his efforts into supporting something important to her. He could throw money at it sure but he felt this would be better. It would raise awareness for the mission of the Mulder Foundation and the work they do and bring in money for them.

Paul’s agent had managed to get Bea's contact information. He waited as the holographic arrow spun in a circle as the ring tone indicated that the connection was trying to be established. Paul was sitting at a desk in the small office area in his apartment at Valkyrie headquarters. The sleek black and chrome desk and chair were typical for Valkyrie AGR. He had hung a colorful photo on the wall behind the desk. It was one of his mother’s photos that she had taken early in her career. It was a landscape of a tropical rainforest bursting with colors. It had been part of a campaign to show the restorative efforts in Brazil. His mother had managed to capture the light as it refracted through raindrops on some of the leaves. It was spectacular and looked edited but it wasn’t. His mother had been patient and skilled and with a touch of luck captured a natural wonder of nature in the photo. The picture always gave him a sense of hope knowing all the damage that had been done to the area. Researchers and conservationists had worked hard to restore the area.

Paul’s hand tapped idly on the desk. Finally the call connected. Paul smiled into the camera. His voice eager and excited.

Paul: “Hello Bea. Thank you for taking my call.”


Bea could hardly call that a weekend to forget. Even if the track suited the Carrera Condor ship well, she still more than kept pace with her teammate and - in large part due to the hit being hard enough to stun her for a bit - she managed to not say anything that would start any fires poor Flávia would have to put out in the wake of the crash. Still, it made her look forward to spending Tuesday evening with her sister and parents even more after spending the Monday after the race debriefing first with Alistair, then with the team department heads, then being required to sit in on the meeting of the principal, the team’s financial department and sponsor representatives just in case they wanted to ask the pilots something. They didn’t. Time well spent. Arriving earlier than initially planned, the family were eight rounds deep in a game of Canasta when the tones of James Paget’s ‘Boundless Adventure’ coming from Bea’s phone heralded an incoming call. ”Skip my turns, I’ll be right back.” She excused herself, answering the call.

”Hi, Paul. How’s your day?” She smiled back as she left the living room and made her way through a modern, lavishly-furnished mansion, dressed in a plain navy blue turtleneck and jeans. ”Pete said you wanted to talk about something but - Hi, Wit,” She greeted someone in a chef’s coat she passed in the hallway, a baritone “Good afternoon, Ms. Ward.” Answering. Those familiar with Bea’s work might have recognized a few of the paintings hanging on the walls before she turned into a guest room and got comfortable in a large office chair, the call switching from her phone to her laptop. ”But he didn’t say what. So, what’s on your mind?” She almost added something about Valkyrie perhaps wanting to join the Carrera Condor equipment donation club, but despite suspicions nobody could prove that.

Paul: “My day started quite some time ago here in Germany. I am sure you know that Physio stops for none of us. I apologize for not giving him any details. I needed to see if you might be interested before I could work out the details. I saw the piece you did for the charity with Amy Stirling. I wanted to know if you might be interested in doing something for the charity my mother started after my father died, The Mulder Foundation.Are you familiar with it?”

”Yeah, it doesn’t. Getting prosthetics was a stroke of accidental genius. No more leg day, no more arm day.” Bea grinned. ”I think I read something last Christmas. Art supplies for children from poor families, was it?” She searched her memory.

”What do you have in mind? Similar deal as with Amy?” She leaned forward, more attentive now, and opened a notepad on her phone to take notes. Probably actually vastly different, but not in any way anyone who wasn’t from Silver Apex or Carrera Condor would know. ”Timetable might be a bit tighter, I’m leaving for Argentina on Saturday. Have a little bit of good will to make up.” She chuckled.

Paul: “Well the Mulder Foundation has two primary missions. The first one is to support children who want to pursue a career as an athlete but lack the resources to do so. The foundation provides equipment and scholarships to support them while they are training. That kind of thing. The other branch supports the arts. Yes they provide art supplies to children’s arts programs so that all children can explore their talents and imagination. It is my mother’s passion and brain child. I wanted to do something to support her foundation as a gift. I thought some kind of charity event to raise money and awareness of the Foundation would be better than me just throwing money at it. Are you familiar with who my mother is?”

”I can’t say I am, sorry.” She shook her head, photography being a completely foreign subject to her.

Paul smiled as he chuckled slightly at himself. It was always a pleasant experience when he ran into someone who was not familiar with his family. It always managed to humble him and remind him the world did not indeed focus on him and him alone.

Paul: “Well my mother is Alicia Mulder. I am sure you have at least probably heard her name around the paddock and circuit. My mother is a photographer. She is very well connected and active in European Art Circles. She is a world renowned photographer though. She does a lot of work in fashion and for various conservation groups.”

Paul waited a minute to give Bea a chance to think that over a little. He gave Bea an inquisitive look.

Paul: “Let me ask you this Bea. What do you want for your art? Where do you see it going?”


”...fashion, conservation groups…” she muttered to herself as she took notes, ”Don’t ask me, this is for your mum. What works best for her, that’s what we’ll do.
Nature is easy enough, we could do what we did with Amy, pick one or more specific projects she’s working on and focus on those environments.
Fashion…”
She looked at the ceiling in thought, ”I don’t think I’ve ever done anything with that. Paintings of clothes doesn’t sound like the way to go, maybe we could get some plain clothes, something with a large enough area like shirts or coats and paint something on those. Or we could combine both and do nature images on outdoor clothing, something like that?” She started brainstorming.

Paul smiled as he listened to Bea’s thought process. He let her ramble a bit as she brainstormed her ideas before he shared his idea.

Paul: “I was thinking something a little different but utilizing your talents and star power by adding it to my own. I was thinking you could work on a special art piece that would be reproduced and printed onto a limited number of t-shirts and prints that would be signed. The t-shirt design you come up with would be sold online to the masses and the money made would go to The Mulder Foundation with a 10 percent commission fee coming back to you. The limited signed high quality prints will be auctioned off at a Charity Gala we attend. Half the money from the prints would go back to the Mulder Foundation and the other would go back to you. There would be the additional publicity from the event and media hype that goes with these kinds of things of course. Not to mention the Charity Gala would have you rubbing elbows with the whos who of art in Europe.”

More nodding, more notes. ”Okay, that means digital art. That makes it easier, actually, no other medium has an undo function. Leaves more time to make more, either to have some options or more variety. Good thing either you thought this out or at least one of us is capable of more organized thought.” Being asked about the process behind the things she made was a semi-regular occasion as new people joined the community, and they continually overestimated the method behind her madness.

”What’s our timetable for this? You said this was for a gift, I’m assuming your mum’s birthday?”

Paul:”Well this is obviously going to take some time to organize and publicize. I was thinking we scheduled it for summer break? If you want to do it sooner, it would have to be in between races. Which means tighter schedules for both of us.”

”I can get my parts done between races. I’ll admit I know little about organizing something like this, that is my sister’s wheelhouse, but as far as the gala itself goes I think after the break would work best.” She shared her screen in the call, displaying the week right after the summer break with the Belgian AGP, immediately followed by the German AGP the next week. ”We can do it after the race at Spa, since I intend to stay longer and go straight to Germany from there, and I have something planned for the summer break that will leave me unable to do much for three-ish weeks.” She explained her reasoning.

Paul just laughed a little. He had grown up watching his mother organize these things with her staff. Most people didn’t know it took months to plan, organize, and publicize this kind of event. Some fundraising events took a year to plan and a small army of helpers. Paul could turn that part of the work over to the Foundation’s staff.

Paul: “That timeframe works well for me. The event will take place in Brussels where the Foundation is headquartered.The Foundation’s staff will take care of the logistics and the lead on the Gala and publicity. Feel free to share any ideas, concerns, or thoughts with them though. They do this kind of work all the time. It is how the Foundation maintains its funding. It was started with an endowment but money goes out and money must come in too. That means fundraising. If you are interested, I will have my lawyers and agent begin drawing up the contracts for you. I didn’t want to put them through all that work if you were not interested. So Bea, are you interested?”

”Of course, wouldn’t have been brainstorming otherwise!” She quickly agreed, ”I’ll keep you updated on the designs as they come.”

Paul looked very pleased with himself. He focused on surprising his mother with this project for her birthday.

Paul: “Great I will get the ball rolling then. Thank you for agreeing to work with me on this Bea. Do you have any concerns?”


”Not right now, I’ll let you know if I think of anything.” She shook her head. She’d think about the offered reward later. She always saw racing and the associated merch as a source of income, and it was a good one - worth millions at 20 for crying out loud - so half of the auction proceeds seemed a bit too much for what was being asked of her. She didn’t even monetize any of her other content. Not that she didn’t like money, but it almost felt like stealing.

Paul wondered what was going through Bea’s head. He had grown up around contracts, endorsements, and charity work. His mother’s work included dealing with contracts as well. A lot of celebrities are paid to put their name behind a charity. Many do it to help their public image. Some do it as a passion project, like his mother. He understood that he was engaging Bea in this work and the offer had to give her something in return. He felt the offer was generous but not unheard of. You could speculate what a charity fundraiser like this would bring in but you could never be sure. It was a gamble, a risk but Paul was good at managing this kind of risk. He knew it would be successful. Was he cocky or arrogant, nah just confident.

Paul clapped his hands together with a smile. “Great! Tell Pete to be expecting the contract to come in next week. I will let you get back to what you were doing. It’s a pleasure working with you Bea. I am glad you are okay. I will see you at the next race! I plan to be in front of you this time!”

Paul laughed as he teased Bea. Of course he wanted to be competitive and win just like all of them. He was glad that he could be a friendly competitor. He was a good sportsman. Besides it was no fun for him, if everyone was not giving their best.


”I hope you like our livery, because you’ll be seeing it a lot ahead of you.” She shot back immediately with a smile of her own. ”Loser buys drinks at Han’s shindig?” She offered a friendly bet.

Paul’s smile turned slightly wicked as he enjoyed their verbal sparring. He winked at her before playfully lobbing back. “Well you do make that livery look fantastic! … But it is not my color.” He laughed as she threw the friendly side bet out there. “Well what if it is an open bar? I am happy to take your bet though.” He tilted his head to one side in thought.

”It’s every color.” She deadpanned back. It was an unpopular opinion, but the Carrera Condor livery seemed confused to her even if she understood why it was what it was.

Paul winked at her response with devilment in his eyes. “Exactly!” He paused in thought. “How about the loser has to do a social media post wearing the other team’s shirt announcing they lost the bet.”

She nodded agreement at Paul’s point regarding the livery. ”If it’s an open bar we might have bigger problems than who lost the bet.” She mumbled half to herself, ”You’re on.” Whoever was in charge of the Valkyrie AGR color scheme knew what they were doing, at least it wasn’t something one would have to be ashamed of being seen in.

Paul smiled and chuckled a little as he overheard her comment about the bar. It gave him a mental image of how all the drivers might be when drunk and he couldn’t help but throw his head back and laugh. “Can you imagine if Kais opened up and actually said more than two words and Han let her hair down and did something like dance on the table?” He was laughing so hard he was almost crying. He finally managed to contain his mirth. “Bet accepted. What is your t-shirt size so I can have one ready?”

”Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I’m surprised enough Han was the first to come up with that. I guess now I know why the German AGP doesn’t take place around Oktoberfest though.” The mental images Paul was suggesting were well and truly cursed, but she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t at all curious about the other drivers’ hidden depths. ”And if Nora’s hosting in Australia, oh my. I thought I had enough reasons to look forward to that race before.”

Paul's smile was friendly as he snickered. “Well the Germans do like their beer. Our engineering team has their own motto now “Libation Lubrication!” They even got a drink named after them. I assume you are hoping for a beach BBQ in the land down under?” Paul was having the best time teasing Bea. It made him curious to know what some of the other drivers were like behind closed doors. He gave Bea a nod, “I am still waiting on your t-shirt size. Mine is large or 52. I don’t want you to think I would welch on a bet after all.”

”I heard something about that. Sounds like the season’s start wasn’t as tumultuous as some made it out to be if the backbone of the team is getting drunk enough to become part of the folklore.” She laughed, news reports and social media gossip not always kind to the beginnings of Alex Knight’s tenure as team principal, ”UK size ten, prefer short sleeves.” She grabbed a piece of paper from a drawer and made a point of writing ‘Large/52’ on it in big letters so he could see, ”I’ll be magnanimous and allow a choice between team and my merch if you want to avoid the rainbow.”

Paul looked amused. “More like part of local culture. His first day in the office was…” Paul thought about a diplomatic way to state everything Alexander had endured on his first day. Paul had been visiting his mother and had missed the drama. It was all anyone was talking about when he finally made his way into headquarters later that week though. “Alexander’s first day was, shall we say, dramatic.” Paul smiled at her. “If I have to wear your rainbow, you will have to earn it. If I lose the bet, only the rainbow will do. I have my own code of honor, you know.”

”Message received, shutting up now.” She said when she saw Paul’s reaction to the mention of the team drama, quickly turning back to the previous page. ”Your funeral, at least of your fashion sense.” She shrugged, inwardly wondering if there wasn’t some clause in her contract against talking smack about the team’s colors.

Paul was enjoying this but the reminder of his next training session beeped on his watch. He sighed, so much for having a great time. It was time for his afternoon simulator session. He needed to wrap this up.

Paul: “Sadly I have to go. Simulator training up next. I look forward to seeing you in Tokyo. Have a great break Bea. I will start working on the contract.” Paul waved as he disconnected the call.

”I’ll try to get some drafts to you before the weekend. Have a good one. She added a few notes to the shirt size note with a devilish grin, closed the laptop and returned to the family game.
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After the Cape Town Race





Team Principals Interview





Alexander attended the interview of the team principals after the race. He was wearing what he typically wore when he was in the paddock. He had a button down team shirt in black with the team and logo sponsors on it. He was wearing black slacks and work boots. Alexander’s work had a more hands on role than the other team principals. He was known to jump in and lend the engineers and mechanics a hand if they needed it. His calloused hands reflected his hard work ethic and methods. He hated suits and rarely wore them. Ties always made him feel like he was being choked. He paid attention to what the other team principals had to say. He reviewed their interviews and what media he could find about them. He found Peter Thatcher to be arrogant and abrasive but he had earned that attitude with the record his team had. Valkyrie was not in a place to challenge Apex, yet. If Alexander did his work well, the latter part of the season would be exciting and very different. Alexander was sipping on a bottle of water. It was too hot in Africa for the coffee he would have preferred.

Aurora: "We heard from the other Principals about the race in Cape Town. What's your analysis, as a former racer? Who's one to watch, and who caught your eye in that race, outside of your two pilots?"

Alexander smiled at Aurora and looked thoughtful. He paused and really gave his answer some thought.

Alexander: “Silver Apex is at the front of the pack and you have to respect his team’s record. This is my analysis of what caused the accident today on the track. Kais was doing his job. He was challenging Hart and was in position to overtake him. Bea was fighting for the same opportunity. Hart was feeling the pressure. Kais was in a better position to overtake. Hart’s sloppy maneuver to shut Kais down caused him to overcorrect steering dangerously close to Bea’s craft. Bea’s quick reaction saved her ship from plowing headlong into Hart’s at over 400kph. Unfortunately her reaction to prevent the collision had her veering into Kais’ lane, while Kais’ quick reaction managed to salvage his ship but took damage. It was a host of cause and effect and reactions that contributed to the crash. But it was the sloppy maneuver by Hart that put it all into action. Kais and Bea are excellent drivers and deserve their seats. My prediction is that we will be seeing them in the top 10 frequently along with Nora and Hyeon-Ae.”

Alexander continued with a smile. “Valkyrie's strategy for this race was simple. We utilized our advantages to gain as many points as possible. Paul and Dorian did an excellent job today of executing that strategy skillfully. Valkyrie’s ships are simply not as fast as Silver Apex and Southern Cross. Strategy and skill is how our pilots got the results they needed today. Valkyrie AGR Sport is not in a position to challenge Southern Cross and Silver Apex just yet. But we will.”




Valkyrie AGR Headquarters





The Valkyrie AGR Team flew home the day after the race. That gave everyone a little time to enjoy Cape Town and pack up all the gear. Alexander was pleased with the team performance in Cape Town. Dorian and Paul both performed well under very trying odds. Alexander had spoken with a few of the larger team sponsors and they seemed happy. Enigma Lux had put out a firm offer. The paperwork for the contract had been sent to Dorian and Paul since they were requesting all three of them. Alexander was waiting for word back from the two pilots on whether they would be pulling the trigger on that sponsorship. A luxury watch brand manufacturer Orion was now interested in an endorsement deal with Valkyrie’s pilots. Orion had reached out for a joint contract with Valkyrie and both pilots. Alexander had sent the contracts to legal for review before they would be sent to Paul’s and Dorian’s agents.

Alexander had met with the board about the new ship designs. The Board of Directors were happier with the results from Cape Town. There were a few on the board that were still pushing for podium finishes and Valkyrie would get there. He explained that the need for a faster ship was why they needed a new design. The current ship was simply not fast enough to stay competitive. The investment cost was going to be heavy. This kind of engineering change usually happened in the pre-season.

Alexander firmly believed in the changes and after seeing the ideas his collective engineers were sitting on. He thought it was worth the investment. Fortunately the Board of Directors decided to back the call. The European Union Space Agency was going to help fund the research and development of the improved cockpit and inertial dampening fields because they could be integrated into space craft. Now the hard part began as they began to haul in the materials and components for the build. They had to build a prototype as they tested each new piece of technology as they custom built it. That was part of why they had the machinery onsite to build just about anything they needed. Alexander was going to lean heavily on the Board of Directors contacts for some of the harder to source materials since they typically were slotted for government use.

Alexander had personally thanked the engineering team for their hard work in getting the ship modifications done before Cape Town. He challenged them to see what they could do to improve the Energy Systems and boost more speed without compromising handling before the race in Tokyo. He turned Dorian and Paul over to their trainers to prepare for Tokyo using the simulator. He let the trainers know to have them work on their skills with energy systems and defensive driving. Alexander had a feeling they would need to sharpen their skills when it came to passing, overtakes, and avoiding debris on the track. Alexander had rewatched the footage from the crash at Cape Town and he could only draw two conclusions. Either Jamie Hart was seeking to eliminate a ship on purpose or his racing style was unpredictable, sloppy, and highly dangerous. None of it left him with a good feeling about his pilots being on the same track as the man. Alexander admitted that he was probably paranoid about it and overthinking it. He would do all he could to help prepare Dorian and Paul to counter those types of moves in case they came their way again.

To round out Alexander’s good news, Katherine had reported that fans were showing more positive responses to both Paul and Dorian after Cape Town. Team Valkyrie Merchandise Gear sales were up after Cape Town. The absolute best good news he received was that his daughter would be leaving the hospital by the end of the week. She wanted to come visit him. He had Mabel make arrangements for her visit about a month from now. He wanted to give her some more time to recover. He knew that while she was medically sound. He wasn’t sure if she was ready to travel just yet. He would find the time to go visit her though. He would carve out the time necessary no matter how busy he was.




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KingKofiFan: SuperCat might not have done very well but Kofi has style at least. Did you see his new Brain Bucket? #KofiHasSwagger #KingKofi
$erwa: I was disappointed by SuperCat. I expected more from the hometeam.
Jan2084: The atmosphere of Cape Town was amazing to visit for a race.
Bertha: Kofi is not getting the job done is he?

NoraRules: Nora is the racer to watch. She is already pushing Amy Stirling.
BadBrad: I agree Nora is this season’s rookie of the year!
ApexSuperFan: Beginners luck. She still hasn’t managed to podium ahead of Apex.
NoraRules: But she has been on the podium. That is better than Jamie Hart.
Bertha: @NoraRules makes an excellent point.
TeamCondorSF: Ava’s comeback was amazing! Can’t believe @MadBea was knocked out of the race by Hart.
Susie: Jamie Hart clearly Zonked Bea to take her out of the race.
ApexSuperFan: Hart didn’t wreck Bea. She obviously has no skill. Hart was driving aggressively. He was doing his job which was to block them from passing him. It’s called racing.
Abdullah: Kais was affected too and was robbed of points by Apex. #TheFalconWillHunt
Zygonista: Ava only got past Hyeon-Ae because of Paul Mulder.
Bertha: @Zygonista keep telling yourself that.

Roberto: Nordic Call and Fitzroy Orbital have proven to be Chihuahuas so far this season.
KingKofiFan: Did they show up to the race? I think I missed them. *winking emoji*
Merica1: Doesn’t look like Miller Motor Racing will see any podiums this season at this rate. I hope their performance improves. #letdown.
Bertha: *Laughing Emoji* Miller Motor Racing has fans?

Zygonista: Han did well. Proud of her for representing Zygon. Too bad about Cassie though.
BadBrad: Cassie is a Borgbot and Han is a robot! #SCRules
ValkyrieFan56: It was exciting to watch Han and Paul battle it out. He placed better than expected. #GoValkyrie
Zygonista: Paul is the one who let Ava Villarosa slide by them both.
BadBrad: Paul still needs to find his *****! [wording censored by moderators- keep it clean people]
Bertha: TBF They are not the only Borgbots on the racing circuit. Ava and Amy are as well. Can’t argue the point about Hyeon-Ae being a robot though.

Nobody404: Questionable call by the racing stewards. The Culture Vultures are divided on whether Hart’s actions were justified or not. Accident or deliberate sabotage to competitors that were getting too close to Apex’s princess? Is there collusion to help keep Silver Apex at the top? Or just coincidence? Why was Jamie Hart not part of the after race press conference? Why was Amy Stirling the only veteran at the press conference? Inquiring minds would like to know.
SuperfanAGR54: It was suspicious that Jamie Hart was not part of that press conference.
BeaLover: Bea was the one whose ship was destroyed and sent to the hospital to be checked out and she was part of the press conference. So why no Hart?
Abdullah: Kais was part of the press conference too. So why was Hart not there?
ApexSuperFan: Why is everyone so quick to believe that there was some conspiracy here? Amy Stirling is the current reigning champion. She also was the winner of that race. If they were going to pick a veteran driver to interview, why wouldn’t it be her? There are a lot of reasons why Jamie Hart might not have been at that press conference. Sheesh people get a life!
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Social Media





OfficeDrone#12: Exciting race!
SuperfanAGR54: Dorian’s performance surprised me.
DantheMan: @nitronora podiums again!
Superfan2075: Hart should be fined for that stunt he pulled.
DadBod89: Hart caused that crash.
Hater101: Dorian surprised me.
Papabear34: Paul did better but even he admitted he screwed up by letting Villarosa get past him.
Nana2050: Good team performance! Both racers in the top ten.
GeorgeFly: That crash was scary to watch in person. If the repeller field had not been there, that debris would have hit spectators.
ValkyrieFan56: Go team Valkyrie! #ValkyrieMovesUp
Weedhead81: Trippy man!
SexyM@m@5: Dorian did so good!
Paulmulder4eva: Paul’s was such a sweetie. Being concerned about his fellow racers. He even congratulated Kais on his comeback.
Britball12: Hmmm one mediocre race. I am still waiting to see.
!YouSlow!: That was no accident!
xImFasterthanUx: @!YouSlow! Agreed! Hart deliberately cut into Ward’s lane and almost clipped the front of her ship. That was not an overtake or a block. It was reckless and dangerous!
AGInthusiast: I don’t know whether that was good racing by Hart or dangerous showboating. #conflicted
micheal650004: That’s the Dorian I remember!
llamalover4life: I concede Dorian did better this race.
mustbetoast: Paul could have done better.
ieatAGR: Valkyrie did well at Cape Town considering it is a track that favors speed. I can see Alexander Knight’s hand in their strategy and it worked.




DELTΔ HYPER


Sunday March 19th, 2094
Race Day
Cape Town, South Africa


Soundtrack: I Won’t Back Down - Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers




Dorian was on a mission to redeem himself. He wanted to make progress. He wanted to go out with wins to his names. He had accepted Alexander’s words and advice. He had to acknowledge the truth in them. He might not be able to podium at this race but that didn’t mean he was done. Nothing was set in stone. Yes those glass rockets of Silver Apex and Southern Cross were faster than his ship but could they maintain their race lines at those speeds? Dorian was determined that they would have to battle it out to take the win today. He was hungry for points. He would at least show progress in this race and his skill. He would show those who were calling him a has been washed out that he still had what it takes.

Dorian had made sure to get a good night’s rest. He had a calm evening and a quiet dinner with friends in his hotel room. He had gone over the information about the track that morning in his hotel room, reviewing the turns, chicanes, and corners. He knew where he had messed up in qualifying. He had fallen back into bad habits. He had not pushed his ship’s advantages to their fullest. He had failed to get a lock on with the ELS systems.

Christoph, one of Valkyrie’s team members, was going over the new pre-race checklist as he helped Dorian get settled in and plugged into the ship. Dorian was suited up and in the cockpit. Dorian tugged on his safety harness ensuring a snug fit. It would help prevent him from being thrown around the cockpit of the ship. Dorian’s helmet was on and the foam padded chin strap locked down tight. Christoph tugged on his safety harness verifying the connections were locked before checking his helmet was strapped on as well. Dorian felt the neural chip connecting to the ship as Christoph plugged in the connection. Christoph went through the checklist to ensure everything was working properly and that Dorian had a good connection to all ship functions. He then had Dorian do the deep breathing exercises that were supposed to help him build up the amount of oxygen in his bloodstream. Christoph wished Dorian luck before closing the canopy to the cockpit and locking it down for the race.

Christoph then went through the entire procedure again with Paul.

Dorian heard Alexander’s voice come over the radio.

Alexander: “Radio check. Can you hear me?”

Dorian: “Knight this is Dorian. Radio checks green.”

Paul: “Knight this is Paul. Radio checks green.”

Alexander worked his way through the last minute checklist with both Pilots. He waited to hear the answer from both pilots before moving onto the next item on the list.

Alexander: “Fuel… Oxygen… Engine start…. Energy Systems…. Battery…. KERS (Kinetic Energy Return System) … Maneuvering Foils… Antigravity Generators… Air Brake flaps…“

Both pilots had green lighted all the ships systems.

Alexander: “Remember fast and smooth. You will need to make the most of the handling. Maintain as much speed in the corners and turns as you can. Don’t forget to deploy your ELS systems. They will help you slow down faster opponents. Use your skills and better maneuverability to get close enough to draft off their ship. Make them help you go faster. Good luck gentleman. You have the skill to hold your own and move up a few spots in this race. I will be right here with you the whole way.”

Dorian: “Oui Knight.”

Paul: “Ja Knight.”

All Alexander could do now was wait for the race to start. He had done everything he could to prepare them both for this race. Even with everything they had going on, there was little he could change in 2 weeks time. He had done his best to improve the ships. Until he got the new ship designs approved and began to work out the bugs that came from building an all new design. It was the best they could hope for now. This was really the only strategy left to their team for this race. Other pilots might have more augmentations but his pilots had experience, skill, and natural talent on their side. Unfortunately the ones in the lead had faster ships but their handling was nowhere close to Valkyrie’s. It would be a battle not in the straights here at Cape Town but a battle in the corners.

Dorian was starting the race behind Beatrix Ward and had Hyeon-Ae Han behind him. He was wedged between two rookies that were taking the circuit by storm.

Paul was starting only 2 places behind Dorian. Paul had Hyeon-Ae Han in front of him and Ava Villarosa behind him.

The lights counted down the typical 5 seconds as they flashed in sequence from red, to yellow, to green. The signal to go.

Dorian felt a surge of adrenaline as he hit the throttle. Dorian timed his start perfectly as his ship leaped forward. He had a good start. Dorian was keeping pace with Beatrix through the initial hard left right sector before charging up Signal Hill. Ward began to pull away from him on the straight way on Lion’s Head. Bea made her move as she passed Layla leaving Dorian battling Layla for 5th place. Dorian saw Bea pass Layla as both ships left him behind. He managed to catch back up to Layla as he used gravity coming down from the top of Lion’s Head to help him with speed as his ship climbed Kloof Ridge. He gained back some ground as he took the left right broken straights coming off Kloof Ridge as fast as he could handle them. He was in the zone, his craft moving smoothly and staying on the fastest line he could find on this track. He was managing to keep the momentum and build on it. He would manage to lock onto Layla and then she would surge away from him again in the straights. Dorian was slowly gaining again on Layla after coming through the inverse curve at speed before smoothly executing the broken curves in Camps Bay. Dorian was once again on Layla’s tail as he pulled closer in the sidewinder section. The rest of lap one was a blur as Dorian would get close and then Layla would pull away.

Dorian was almost through the stadium section and was coming up on the hard curve right out of the stadium. Dorian was beginning lap 2. Hart was in front of Kais and Bea. Kais and Bea were running next to each other battling to get ahead of one another. Bea and Kais both were in a position to challenge Hart. Hart suddenly cut across the track diving for the outside lane in a strange unpredictable dive maneuver. That section of banked track was only wide enough for two ships. Hart’s ship swooped in front of Bea's coming dangerously close to her ship. Bea then veered into the lane Kais’s ship was in. Kais tried to avoid Bea’s Ship but was unable to avoid hitting Bea’s ship. The hit knocked Bea’s ship free from the track and into the repeller fields at the edge of the track. From what Dorian could see, Hart was not yet close enough to overtake Nora, if he was trying a maneuver to block them both, it was poorly executed and dangerous. Hart’s move made no sense to Dorian even as he saw the resulting crash and debris shower across the track ahead of him.

Dorian and Layla were both right behind the trio. They had nanoseconds to respond to avoid hitting the ships in front of them. Layla took the lower lane to pass the wreck. Dorian knew there was wreckage ahead of him in the upper lane. He used his skill and poured speed into his ship and ran it up the curved wall. The momentum caused his ship to flip around so he was half inverted on the lower lip. This swung his ship wide as he hoped to avoid hitting any of the wreckage or Layla. Dorian was relieved as he neatly avoided running into wreckage. The maneuver also put him ahead of Kais on the track.

Alexander watched, unable to react fast enough to warn Dorian about the wreck. Fortunately Dorian’s skill saved him as officials called a red flag.

Alexander: “Paul take the lower lane! Debris ahead of you in the upper!”

Paul had moments to avoid running into the ships ahead of him. He took the lower lane trusting Knight. He had just passed the remains of Bea’s ship when the red flag came out and Paul shut his ship down.

Paul: “That was close. Thanks Knight. Any word on the pilot?”

Paul’s voice only betrayed some slight anxiety as he asked after the other pilot.

Knight: “Bea is okay. Red Flag is out, bring your ships in.”

The track was repaired and the debris removed. When the race restarted. Dorian had Layla in front of him and Kais behind. He was bookmarked by Al-Saqr’s team which left him feeling uneasy. Dorian took a deep breath and recentered himself. Dorian again had a good start. He easily fell back into the zone. He was focusing on smooth in and out and maintaining speed. He smiled every time he managed to deploy the ELS on Layla. He used his skill to stay with her. Draining her craft and using drafting techniques to help his ship go faster. Dorian managed to stay with her throughout the rest of the race. He might not have gotten a win but he could feel proud of his performance. He knew he had shown a level of skill he had not shown recently. It felt good when he crossed the finished line in 6th place.

Paul didn’t let the wreck rock him. His primary concern was for his fellow racers. He was relieved to hear that both Bea and Kais were okay. Paul had been further back than Dorian and he had not witnessed the crash. At the time his view was of the rear of Han’s ship as he focused on his ELS system and staying with her. Paul had restarted the race with Han in front of him and Villarosa behind him. Paul and Han had been battling it out trading places around the track. He would catch up to her on the curves and she would pull away from him on the straight aways. Paul was focused on Han in a curve when Villarosa came shooting past them both on the outside. Paul had forgotten to block the opponents behind him and Villarosa pounced on the opening. Paul shook his head for making such a Rookie mistake. He knew better. He managed to stay with Han for the rest of the race but knew he had given Villarosa the opening she needed to get ahead of him. He crossed the finish line in tenth. He never managed to get past Han.




Post Race, Cape Town Interviews


"Paul, Han just left us- you two had a fight throughout the race, trading places and certainly keep each other on their toes! How do you feel about your close racing throughout, and your first point in Formula AG?

Paul looked comfortable as he relaxed on the interview sofa. His arm was across the back. Paul smiled at Rory as he nodded listening to the question.

Paul: “Han is a talented racer. I have nothing but respect for her. I am ashamed to admit that I was so focused on Han that I forgot Villarosa behind me. Villarosa slingshot past both of us. It was a rookie mistake. I have to admit that my mistake cost both Han and I a position in this race. I am still pleased with my performance. I feel good about winning some points this round. I feel like I am making progress. Keep watching, my time is coming!”

Paul winked at the camera with a confident grin as he declared a bright future in racing. Paul expression became more somber as he commented on the crash.

Paul: “The crash from today’s race reminds us all how serious and dangerous this sport is. I was very happy to hear that both Kais and Bea are going to be alright. It also shows how necessary the safety measures are. The fact that Bea could walk away from that crash.”

Paul’s eyes looked haunted for a minute as he thought about the crash that took his father from him. Paul gave his head a little shake as if clearing away cobwebs and dark thoughts. He smiled once more at Rory.

Paul: “Kais has my admiration for battling back after such a disappointing setback. Congrats man!”




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OfficeDrone#12: Exciting race!
SuperfanAGR54: Dorian’s performance surprised me.
DantheMan: @nitronora podiums again!
Superfan2075: Hart should be fined for that stunt he pulled.
DadBod89: Hart caused that crash.
Hater101: Dorian surprised me.
Papabear34: Paul did better but even he admitted he screwed up by letting Villarosa get past him.
Nana2050: Good team performance! Both racers in the top ten.
GeorgeFly: That crash was scary to watch in person. If the repeller field had not been there, that debris would have hit spectators.
ValkyrieFan56: Go team Valkyrie! #ValkyrieMovesUp
Weedhead81: Trippy man!
SexyM@m@5: Dorian did so good!
Paulmulder4eva: Paul’s was such a sweetie. Being concerned about his fellow racers. He even congratulated Kais on his comeback.
Britball12: Hmmm one mediocre race. I am still waiting to see.
!YouSlow!: That was no accident!
xImFasterthanUx: @!YouSlow! Agreed! Hart deliberately cut into Ward’s lane and almost clipped the front of her ship. That was not an overtake or a block. It was reckless and dangerous!
AGInthusiast: I don’t know whether that was good racing by Hart or dangerous showboating. #conflicted
micheal650004: That’s the Dorian I remember!
llamalover4life: I concede Dorian did better this race.
mustbetoast: Paul could have done better.
ieatAGR: Valkyrie did well at Cape Town considering it is a track that favors speed. I can see Alexander Knight’s hand in their strategy and it worked.
Nobody404: Why was the crash ruled an accident? Corruption in the Racing Commission?



@Chronic

Yes this RP is active. If you are interested in joining, you can run your character idea by @FourtyTwo he is the GM. He will let you know if it will work and when you can jump in.
The Planet Saver


Fireteam Poseidon


Chuck “Boomer” Simmons


Soundtrack: Light Up the Night - The Protomen




The heavy Russian had ravaged Chuck’s armor. Chuck was in pain but functional. Endorphins and adrenaline were already helping him cope and keep moving. He shook his head and blinked a few times. He was a little disoriented after dealing with the heavy and the other two exos. He had lost his situational awareness as he focused on the giant. He was trying to find out where the team was in their mission objectives.

Adam: "Clear. We need to move to neutralize the pump system, fast. Don't hit any pipes, if there's any leak, we're totally fucked. Once we get confirmation the toxin is dead, then we raise hell."

Chuck’s head cleared quickly as he dealt with the knife injury. He looked towards the Sol Hestia tanks they were all trying to reach. It felt like a small army was pouring into the room. They didn’t seem to care that they might hit the Sol Hestia tanks as they came in all guns blazing. The heavy had taken out and had even been using high caliber armor piercing rounds. That was part of why Chuck’s armor looked like a rabid dog had gnawed on it. There were jagged holes here in there. His back plate was chewed up with several holes. His front plate looked like a clawed monster had pulled it apart in places. The floor had become slick with algae and water from the tanks that had been hit by stray bullets.

Chuck knew it was time to up the carnage. He would just have to be careful to knock people away from the tanks instead of towards them. Luckily Chuck had a plan for that. His leg armor hadn’t been hit yet. His jump jets were still in working order.

Luisa: "Ah, Boaro! So nice of you to come see us! Shame you'll be leaving, in a fucking bodybag, mierda! You and your two friends!"

Chuck sighed as it appeared the lady in charge of the exo-suited squad between his team and the tanks seemed to have beef with Ebrima. Was there anyone the man had not pissed off in the past? The lady in question went directly for Ebrima leaving a sea of exos facing him. Chuck smiled wickedly as he told Ebrima over the coms.

Chuck: “You know Boaro, you seem to make friends wherever you go. I think you need lessons in how to talk to ladies. Not that I would rate that freak threatening you as a lady.”

Chuck began a running charge towards the line of exo-clad soldiers in front of him. He was already taking fire from them as he reached back and grabbed Lucille. He activated his jump jets and pushed off hard just before he hit their line and leaped up and over their heads getting enough air to flip so when he landed behind them he was facing their backs. Chuck began to swing with all his might knocking soldiers left and right but away from the tank behind him.

Chuck: “Batter up!”

Chuck’s enhanced strength along with Lucille’s weight and strength combined to crush helmets and toppled heavy exo-suited soldiers. He only managed to crush a few skulls and knock two over but it was a start. Chuck did his best to distract and engage as many soldiers as possible as he began to lay into them with his Lucille.
Fireteam Icarus


Samantha Dalton AKA Chaos


Samantha hastily stripped wires and spliced in components, wires, adapters, and other equipment as she worked with the wires that she had pulled from the wall. She was feeling the pressure of moving as fast as she could. She didn’t want to give Rose time to transfer any data out. She needed her ability to hyper-focus like never before. It was only the world at stake right? The adrenaline flowing through her was making her hands shake. Samantha’s body was fighting the flight or fight reflex from all the hormones and adrenaline hitting her system. She took a deep breath and pushed her high intellect and compartmentalize skills to the max.

She focused on getting everything spliced in. She managed to narrow her focus down to what her hands were doing. She pushed away the chaos of gunfire, the floor beginning to tilt as the blimp fell from the sky slowly, people screaming, and the voices coming over the comms. She managed to reroute the outgoing signal projectors into a buffer loop that would overload and destroy all the data. That would prevent any signals from getting out. She couldn’t do anything about the terminal with the hacker yet. She had managed to isolate what they could do from it though to the secret room. Samantha used her haptic gloves as she began to hack through the encryption and over the top security protocols that Rose’s hacker had used to secure her systems. Samantha was biting her lip as she worked. Rose’s hacker might be better than her. Samantha was struggling to break through.

Samantha’s concentration was broken by Bob’s voice. “Signal isolation and lock down has been achieved.” Samantha smiled as she finally broke through Rose’s firewall. She took control of the systems and locked the hacker out. Samantha had Bob locking down the computers to prevent any commands in or out. Making the terminal the hacker was using a door stop. She could hear cursing from inside the room. It was at that moment that a huge noise sounded behind Samantha as the Exo crashed through the wall sending shrapnel flying across the room. The action was moving fast and before Samantha could react, Athena and Skye had already dealt with the threat. More soldiers kept flowing into their location.

Samantha realized that the knockout gas grenade she had sent into the secret room had not worked. Her best guess was that either the grenade had failed to deploy or Artemis had developed a counter of some kind. Maybe the room had special air scrubbers to prevent a chemical attack. That might be likely with the clones in there. It didn’t really matter because the only thing that did was it failed to take the hacker out. She had hoped to take the hacker out without having to fire into the room. It was at this moment that she heard Queen come over comms.

Queen: "Chaos, get to that terminal and take the hacker out! Don't touch a fucking thing, check the hacker to see if there's anything on him!"

Chaos: “What the hell do you think I have been doing, braiding my hair!”

Chaos couldn’t help the snark. It was how her body was bleeding off the excess adrenaline enough she could think.

Chaos: “Queen, I have locked the terminal in the hidden room out of communication and locked it down. I am moving in to deal with the hacker now.”

Samantha left the jury rigged mess on the floor by the door. She grabbed a throwing knife in each hand. A knife would be better than bullets. She could control where they went better and they should theoretically cause less damage. Not to mention that they wouldn’t ricochet like a bullet could or would have as much force behind them. Samantha got up on the balls of her feet. She stood up and backed up a few steps before running and diving through the door. Samantha rolled and came back up on her feet running. Samantha put her all into crossing the distance towards the hacker who was firing a gun at her as fast as they could just spraying bullets towards her. Samantha’s body was pushed off balance as she caught a bullet in her right side. She kept pushing even as she felt another bullet throw her left shoulder back. She hurled the knife in her right hand as soon as she had a clear visual on the hacker. Her aim was spot on as she managed to nail the hacker in the throat. They dropped their now empty gun and grabbed their throat eyes wide before falling to the floor.

Samantha began to look around. She didn’t want to touch much in here but she wanted to be sure Rose couldn’t leap to another body. She had managed to lock out all signals but her clones were still inside this room where the signal was active. Sam quickly searched the fallen body of the hacker. She pulled everything out of his pockets. She suspected sol hestia had been used to booby trap the room. The hacker had a glass vial of liquid on a keychain with a removable 100 terabyte hard drive in his pants pocket. Samantha didn’t touch the terminal yet though.

Queen: "Chaos, status on that terminal? Cut it when ready."

Chaos: “Terminal is secured.”

Samantha began to look over the machinery that was hooked up to the clones. She quickly figured out how to turn it off. She turned the life support off. She didn’t wait for Queen's order as she began to execute Rose’s clones. She used her pistol to put a bullet in each one’s head. Samantha was not usually a blood thirsty type. She was the one to sneak in, get the intel and get out. But she took great pleasure in eliminating the four clones in the room. She would not leave this evil bitch any hiding place to run too. She would not let her terrorize the planet or her friend any more.

Chaos: “Come back from that bitch!”

Samantha heard alarms screaming but she had locked the room systems so the only thing it could trigger was any failsafes that had not been disarmed when she took control of the terminal.

Chaos: “Bob what are the alarms for?”

Bob: “The alarms are alerts that the clone’s vital signs have flatlined. There was a failsafe code tied to the clones like a dead man’s switch to release the Sol Hestia. However that was neutralized when we first got here. The code never left the room since we locked the signal transponders down.”

Chaos smiled content that at least Rose would be unable to hop into another body from here. She began her inspection of the terminal. She bypassed the security since she had already taken control. She began to disable all the traps on the terminal. She began purging the information on the terminal. She didn’t trust anyone with the Sol Hestia and the information on the clones. She deleted that information in blocks. Personally ensuring it would never see the light of day again. She did download any files that had to do with Artemis operations. She would turn that over to Raven upon their return to base. Samantha’s focus was on the data in the terminal unaware that Rose was doing her stereotypical evil villain monologue to Skye.

Queen: "Contact down. That's it. Rose is out."

Warning lights began to flash across the screen along with error messages. Samantha began typing frantically to try and understand what was happening.

Queen: "Secure the cockpit, Athena. Drop the altitude down and get us on the floor. Chaos, Nord, confirm all her files are dead. If she sprouts out anywhere now, it'll be here. We need to give it a sweep."

Chaos: “Already working on it. Clones in this room are dealt with. Something triggered though. I am working to figure out what’s going on.”

Samantha backtracked the error messages and finally understood what had happened. She contacted Skye with anger and panic in her voice.

Chaos: “Queen, Rose’s original body was on the blimp. Before we managed to isolate the servers her backup triggered its awakening when all her clones were killed. She is somewhere on the blimp.”

Samantha executed the final purge of data and set the system to reformat and overload. No one would get anything off this computer. She wanted this evil to stop here. She simply didn’t trust any organization or government with either the cloning or Sol Hestia information. She would ensure that the world never faced this particular threat again. Samantha stood up from the server and began to make her way out of the secret room. Samantha fell to the floor with a scream of pain as she was hit with a bolt of electricity. She heard Rose’s voice laughing

Rose: “You didn’t think I would leave my revenge to chance do you?”

Samantha had managed to destroy the terminal but there had been a manual trap she had triggered. There had been a pressure plate on the floor that had armed when the clones flatlined. The pressure plate triggered an electric shock of 220 volts. Samantha’s suit has some insulation qualities but not enough for such a strong and direct jolt to her system. Samantha felt as if her nerves were on fire and she passed out from the pain as her heartbeat stuttered. Her unconscious body in a heap on the floor, smoke wafted off the charred section on the front of her armor.
DELTΔ HYPER


Round 2 of the Formula Anti-Gravity Championship
Saturday March 18th 2094
Qualifying Day
South African AGP
Cape Town, South Africa
1400 GMT


Soundtrack: Welcome to the Jungle - Guns & Roses



Valkyrie Paddock
Prior to the Pre Qualifying Race





Alexander had already checked in with Felix and Helga. The ships had been unloaded and all systems checked. They had managed to get the pilots a test run on the track. Alexander had discussed strategy for this race with the team while they were working in the simulators to dial in the ships. Alexander didn’t expect their ships to do well here. Their team’s ships just didn’t have the speed to match most of the other teams. They had managed to increase the engines thrust by modifying the thrust nozzles on the engines but it only gave them a little bit more speed. Their ship’s strength was in handling and stability. The engineers had managed to add the paint coating to scatter and break up the signal that energy leaching systems use to suck energy out of another ship. They would be testing it out at this race to see how effective it might be. Testing in the lab and at the home track showed that it reduced the amount of energy that could be leached from the ship by almost 40% which was pretty significant.

Alexander explained the situation to Paul and Dorian. He was blunt and told them that they wouldn’t be able to match the other ships on the straights. They would have to use the ship's better handling to maintain as much speed as possible in the corners and chicanes. They could deploy their energy leaching systems on a ship in front of them, draining the energy out of the ship in front of them. There was danger in getting too close and it took a skilled pilot to pull it off. The stability of their ship and its superior handling would aid them with this. Alexander really felt that was the only strategy that would give them a remote chance of placing on the podium here in Africa. He made it clear to Paul and Dorian, he didn’t expect them to win in Africa. The goal was to pick up more points for the team to start moving them into contention for the championship. They needed to start getting points in order to achieve that goal. This race would be part of that slow but steady climb to regain lost points. They should strive for the win but realistically the points win was what they could achieve. It was a smart move. The goal for their team for Africa was to get both pilots in the top 10 and if possible get one of them in the top 5.

Alexander had called to check in with Mabel. He missed her warm presence but he liked that she was at headquarters watching things there. They were still investigating what was happening with Maier before he was fired. The unanswered questions had left him feeling uneasy. He wasn’t happy about the interest in Audrick’s death either. He was worried that it would distract Paul. A distracted racer was dangerous. It also left Alexander feeling like he was being watched. He had that itch between his shoulder blades before a battle that something bad was headed his way.




Alexander had gotten the medical clearance for both pilots from the new head of the medical team Dr. Montgomery. After Dr. Zimmerman was fired, Alexander had a meeting with the entire medical team to discuss department changes. He discussed the changes to their department and Dr. Montgomery was voted in unanimously as the team lead by the others in the department. It seemed Dr. Montgomery had done his best to protect his fellow colleagues from Dr. Zimmerman’s abuse. The medical team structure was being run in a much more open and trusting structure. They had a collaborative structure with weekly team meetings where they shared their progress, issues, and successes with each other. Many of them were now working together on projects instead of independently which had been leading to better results in some areas. It had certainly opened up new research areas which their European Union Partners were happy about.

Alexander checked in with security before knocking on the door of the trailer that acted as the pilots retreat and dressing room. He waited for an acknowledgement before opening the door and climbing up the stairs. Paul and Dorian were dressed in their racing suits sitting on the couch waiting for the race to start. He smiled at them both and took a seat across from them.

Alexander: “Hello Dorian, Paul. How are you doing?”

Dorian rolled his eyes at Alexander. He was still frustrated with Alexander. He could see what Alexander was up to but he still wasn’t happy with Alexander. He was not upset with the changes that Alexander was making. He could even admit that some of them were long overdue. Dorian would like to retire with a championship win. He wasn’t sure if Alexander’s methods would manage to make that happen before he retired. Dorian’s media presence had taken a little hit along with Valkyrie. Alexander’s sudden takeover of the team had caused sponsors, investors, and fans a sense of uncertainty. That had resulted in a lack of confidence or a lack of support from them. Dorian was worried it would impact his retirement and there was nothing he could really do about it.

Dorian: “I am fine.”

Paul was more comfortable with Alexander now. He had been surprised by some of the changes that Alexander was making. Working with Alexander was completely different than working with Dominic Ricci. Dominic was arrogant and domineering. He just told you what he wanted you to do. Dominic would just yell at you without explanation and any failures were your fault. Alexander listened to what Paul felt would work best for him. He had guided him to try out and train on some new strategies to improve his racing skills. Paul trusted Alexander more after his open discussion with his mother after Auckland. Paul was feeling much more confident in his future and his skills as a pilot.

Paul: “I am great! Excited to see if the strategy you came up with works at all.”

Alexander smiled at Paul’s eager golden retriever energy. He was so young and energetic. He could see that he was eager to attack the course and be competitive.

Alexander: “I wanted to let you know that I have received your clearance to race from Dr. Montgomery. Remember what we talked about during training. Valkyrie ships are simply not capable of the same speeds at Apex and Southern Cross. The mechanics and engineers managed to tweak the engines to get a few more KPH out of them but it won’t be enough to close that gap. You are going to have to use your skills to maintain as much speed as possible in the turns and corners. That is where you will be able to catch up and possibly overtake competitors. Remember to play to the strengths of your ships which is stability and handling. Find your line and stick to it. If you get the opportunity, draft off of a faster opponent. Make them pull your ship along, stealing their speed for your use. Use your energy leaching systems to drain them forcing them to slow down. We need to pick up points here in Africa. We need both of you in the top 10 and if possible one of you in the top 5. Even that is going to be incredibly difficult for us at this track. Today it's going to come down to your skills as pilots. You can do it but it's going to take skill and racing smart.”

Dorian was not happy with Alexander’s strategy because he felt it was his only option. He had been begging for a ship with more speed. He had already been using all the skills he had to remain competitive. Dorian felt that Valkyrie was making his job impossible as their ship's speed was good enough to maintain the middle of the pack position he had now. He wanted to win and he didn’t think it was possible with their current ships.

Dorian scoffed: “All the skills in the world are not going to make up for our ships running so much slower than the leaders. We are not miracle workers Alexander.”

Paul looked over at Dorian and knew his teammate was frustrated. Half the time Dorian was angry and sullen. He knew Dorian was competitive and had expressed how frustrated he was at their equipment. Paul could see why Dorian was frustrated but he was grateful to have a strategy to use against the faster ships. Paul’s goal was to move up in the driver standings. He didn’t need to win to do that, just place better than he did in the last race.

Paul: “Are you sure my ship is going to start this time?”

Alexander looked at Dorian with a raised eyebrow. He met Dorian’s eyes straight on and held them as he asked him.

Alexander: “Dorian. We had 2 weeks to get ready for this race. What else do you think I could have done? Have I not been moving fast enough for you? What else would you have me do for you?”

Dorian knew that Alexander had come in having to get up to speed after being out of the game for many years. He also knew that the type of changes he wanted weren't possible in two weeks. The team could have dropped in a new engine but a stronger faster engine that would fit right into their current ships would have meant changes to the ship. They could possibly have done it but that doesn’t mean that the speed wouldn’t cost them in other areas such as stability or handling. Dorian’s worry was that Alexander was playing the long game and Dorian only had this season before he retired. He wanted to go out on a win. He felt like he was running out of time.

Dorian sighed: “Alexander I want to win. I need a ship that can compete with Apex. I understand the time constraints. I don’t like my only option being to hope for a top ten finish. I want to have the podium in my sights.”

Alexander: “Dorian you are a veteran. You know that while individual race wins are great, its overall points at the end of the season. We are just getting started this season. I promise larger changes are coming but they take time to do it right and do it safely. I won’t put you or Paul in a craft that is unstable for the possibility of a single win. We need to move up in points. I think this is achievable at this race. You are a skilled pilot. Is a win probable for you here in Africa, not likely. But you could move from your current standing at 8 to 5. Then you are in a better position to go for the win when those larger changes pay off in a future race. A display of true racing skill would only enhance your standing as a pilot and with sponsors and potential endorsements.”

Alexander paused letting those words settle into the awkward silence between the three of them before he turned to Paul.

Alexander: “You know your ship is working Paul. You even managed to get a test run in it yourself. The team has your back. Both of your ships have already been double checked. They are ready.”

Alexander looked over at Dorian again.

Alexander: “Are we good? Do you need anything?”

Dorian just nodded. He knew Alexander was right but it was a bitter pill to swallow.

Paul smiled as he looked over at Dorian.

Paul: “Think about this Dorian. You are not a pilot really known for close driving and use of energy systems. They won’t expect this from you. Educate a few of them in what a skilled racer you are. I can’t wait to see how things play out at the races.”

Alexander looked thoughtful at Paul’s observations.

Dorian looked over at Paul thinking over what he had to say.

Dorian: “Paul makes a good point. If I change up and use a different skill set than what they are used to seeing from me. It might surprise a few of them.”

Alexander smiled and nodded at the two pilots. He was glad to see Dorian’s frustration and anger level drop with the discussion.

Alexander: “I will see you two out there. Good luck!”

Alexander stood up and made his way to the door before turning back towards the two men.

Alexander: “And Dorian, I know you are skilled enough to do this. Go out there and show them you are champion material. Show them why you are considered a veteran racer.”




Interviews after Qualifiers





Dorian and Paul were seated together on a couch. The interviews were taking place after the qualifying round. The screen behind them was blank and would probably be used to add graphics and video later. Aurora popped up in her hologram form. There were remote control cameras, lighting, and a sound system. They had small wireless microphones that were about the size of a quarter that were attached to their throats under the collar of their suits. It was the same set up as before

Aurora: "Dorian, Paul, a mixed bag today in qualifying. What are your thoughts?"

Dorian: "Well, you may have heard me earlier! Okay, perhaps I was a little demanding, 8th is good considering the missile-like ships that Southern Cross and Al-Saqr have here. But we'll take advantage where we can, and claw it back."

Dorian's leathery smooth French accent carried a smirk on his face, trying to at least wipe the silliness from earlier.

Paul was smiling into the camera. He did his best to hide his surprise at Dorian’s response. What did Dorian mean that she might have heard him earlier? What had he said?

Paul: “Well Aurora, we didn’t lose any ground and I am certainly happier with my starting position this time. Dorian had a solid performance. Our team knew Africa was going to be a tough race for us. Qualifiers offer a chance to see how your craft will do on the track. We hope to bring some strategy and skill to the race tomorrow and make up some ground. Sometimes it's about the skill of the pilot.”

Paul gave Aurora a confident wink. Paul was feeling that he recovered that well and gave an honest well thought out answer.

Aurora: "We look forward to seeing that. What about the changes within the team, do you feel the direction is beginning to yield results?"

Dorian pasted a fake smile on his face. It was difficult not to let his frustration show.

Dorian: “Alexander Knight is already making changes at Valkyrie AGR Sport. I think his strategies and changes will show results in time. I don’t believe we will see much in the way of results just yet.”

Dorian did his best not to look bitter about that. He wanted to see those changes now, not at the end of the season. His voice had an edge to it that he couldn’t hide.

Dorian: “Knight had a rough start but the team seems to be rallying well under his leadership for the most part.”

Paul looked thoughtful and had watched Dorian as he answered the question. Paul knew how frustrated Dorian was.

Paul looked at Aurora before giving his answer.

Paul: “Well Aurora, Mr. Knight has only had the job for 2 weeks. I think he is moving as fast as he can. I agree with Dorian that I believe his strategy will show results in the future. The changes he is working on are not short term strategies that will show immediate results. Our mechanic and engineering team have done their best to prepare our ships for the race here in Africa. This race is going to test our skill as pilots. We might just surprise people. Don’t count us out yet!”

Paul once again looked confident and at ease.




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Valkyrie AGR Sport: Dorian Hornfleur maintains his position in the number 8 spot. Rookie Paul Mulder shows off his skills as he moves into the number 13th spot. Follow us on social media for Valkyrie AGR Official content. Don’t forget to check out the gear store! #FormulaAG #TeamValkyrie

OfficeDrone#12: Well not fabulous but decent position.
SuperfanAGR54: Wow! Qualifying had some surprises!
DantheMan: I think I am becoming @nitronora Fan
Superfan2075: Wow Al Saqr is having a great race.
DadBod89: I expected Kofi to do better.
Hater101: Dorian is boring to watch.
Papabear34: I am excited to see what Paul does with the race.
Nana2050: Solid performance so far.
GeorgeFly: Africa is hot! Culture is nice. Qualifying was exciting. I expect Apex and Southern Cross to duke it out.
ValkyrieFan56: Rooting for Paul and Dorian to move up in the standings.
Weedhead81: I just like to watch the video from the ships moving so fast. It’s a trip, man!
SexyM@m@5: Dorian looks so dashing.
Paulmulder4eva: Paul looks scrumptious in those promotion photos.
Britball12: Al Saqr Racing is having a great race so far.
!YouSlow!: The rookie Paul Mulder is doing well so far.
xImFasterthanUx: Disappointed performance by Dorian so far.
AGInthusiast: Agreed Dorian can do better.
micheal650004: Well at least Dorian is consistent.
llamalover4life: It’s a good thing Dorian is going to retire. He is washed up already.
mustbetoast: Dorian has not driven well the last 2 years.
ieatAGR: Dorian has good skills and instincts. Valkyrie ships are solid but not as fast as those glass rockets run by teams like Apex.




Valkyrie AGR Headquarters


Wednesday March 15th, 2094


Soundtrack: Unwritten - Natasha Bedingfield




The days since the team had gotten the simulator up and running had not been spent all in training.The marketing team had used the time at headquarters to schedule in time for the pilots to meet the needs of their sponsors. Paul and Dorian had time scheduled for photoshoots that took place at team headquarters on the test track.

They were shooting product endorsement marketing materials for Zap, a sports drink manufacturer that was one of their bigger sponsors. There were the typical product placement photos with them in their race suits by the cars holding the drinks and drinking them. The company had gotten some b roll film of the ships on the track for their commercials. They filmed the pilots climbing out of their ships and asking for a Zap as if they had just finished a race. They said their cheesy marketing line. It was not creative and was pretty typical but it still sold. They take a drink and give a satisfied sigh before saying “Ahh that was just what I needed. A Zap to pick my energy up.” It had taken Paul and Dorian a few takes to get through it without laughing. If it had been a race, they would have had to wait for help before they got out of their ship. Some of their technicians helped to ensure they were properly plugged in and all safety restraints were in place before every race. Paul and Dorian found the commercials unrealistic but hey they got paid for doing them.

The following day they repeated the exercise but this time for their sponsor that sold vegetarian meat substitute products. Their name was ironically, I Can’t Believe It's Not Meat! This time they were shot in the grassy central park area of headquarters. The sponsor had set it up to look like a backyard BBQ or tailgate party. The two pilots were in jeans and team race t-shirts. They had to take a bite of their bratwurst and say the company’s tagline with excitement. “I Can’t Believe It's Not Meat!” Well at least those commercials would come across as funny. They could laugh about them. Their products were actually pretty good as well. That made it easier for them to get behind the product and sell it. Paul had fun shooting that commercial. He liked being outside in the sunshine. It was a good break from training. Too much training and they could lose their edge. These were the biggest sponsors that Paul had worked with so far in his career.




Alexander was curious about why Felix had requested a meeting. Alexander had been kept apprised of the modifications the team was making to the ships to get them ready for Africa. He received daily updates on what was happening with the ships and their performance. The team had managed to boost the engine’s thrust power which in turn had made the ship faster. Then they had to work on the stability and handling. There were minute modifications that they had worked on till each ship was dialed in. The engineers and mechanics had managed to eke out another 20kph out of the craft. The pilots had been testing the changes out in the simulator. Trial runs had been scheduled on the test track today. Then the pilots would get at least a few days of practice in with the updates before they headed to Africa for the next race.

Mabel led Felix into Alexander’s office. Alexander recognised that mischievous look on Mabel’s face. He kept his suspicions to himself as he rose to his feet and greeted Felix with a handshake.

Alexander: “Hello Felix. I wanted to let you know that Katherine said nice job on getting the team some additional exposure on social media. She also wanted to relay her thanks that she didn’t have to bail anyone out of jail or pay for damages to the property.”

Felix gave Alexander a sheepish smile and a shrug.

Felix: “I took a page out of your book. We called all the engineers and mechanics and decided some alcohol to help loosen everyone up and some place neutral to get to know one another would help. And well…. It worked.”

Alexander looked surprised at his answer.

Mabel carried a tray of coffee cups with a carafe of coffee on it. She held the tray out to Felix with a smile. Mabel spoke in an innocent voice with a deadpan delivery.

Mabel: “Would you like some Libation Lubrication.”

Felix startled a little doing a double take his gaze landing on Mabel with wide eyes.

Mabel giggled and set the tray down. She prepared her own cup of coffee as she spoke.

Mabel: “I did tell you that I saw the security tapes Felix.”

Mabel turned to Alexander to share what she found so funny.

Mabel: “You see Alex what Felix hasn’t told you was that they bonded very well over darts, pool, and alcohol. Sometime that evening they all ended up back here in the workrooms working on something together. They continued their drinking game though. When they appeared to get stuck, there was a general consensus for Libation Lubrication… being more alcohol. Their antics were quite entertaining to watch. I feel that should be their personal department motto. It is very catchy, don't you think?”

Alexander didn’t fight the smile. He did manage not to laugh. He was grateful that he was not the but of one of Mabel’s jokes for once. Alexander’s tone was amused as he indicated the seats and reclaimed his behind the desk after pouring a cup of coffee. He was trying to give Felix a little time to recover from Mabel’s idea of fun.

Alexander: “Well as your boss, I can’t say I approve of any slogans that encourage drinking on the job. As a coworker and fan, I think it's great! Who came up with that one?”

Mabel just chuckled as she took one of the seats in front of Alexander’s desk. She sipped her coffee and set the cup down on the edge of the desk. She grabbed her tablet to set it up to take notes for the meeting.

Felix: “Uh Maximillian Gruber our electrical systems expert coined it. The rest of the team liked it and well… let’s face it we were all drunk off our asses.”

Felix looked a little embarrassed but seemed to be recovering well.

Alexander smiled and sipped his coffee. He was pleased to note that Felix looked more confident and at more ease when speaking with him. He didn’t sound as stilted and formal as he had in the past.

Mabel gave them both an expectant look.

Mabel: "Are we ready to start the meeting? I am assuming you want me to take notes.”

Alexander nodded at Mabel’s question. They had worked together long enough that Mabel would know what information he would have her researching to follow up on the information from the meeting.

Felix took his seat and prepared himself a cup of coffee. He added sugar and cream the way he liked it. He allowed himself a good long drink before he reached for his tablet.

Felix looked at Mabel and took his embarrassment like a champ. She might have embarrassed him but it was only in front of Alexander and she had still taken care of everyone who was still here the next morning with a hangover. He gave her a smile and saluted her with his cup.

Felix: “Well played madam. Well played indeed.”

Mabel gave him a genuine smile and a little chuckle. She gave Felix a saucy wink before turning back to Alexander.

Alexander just laughed and shook his head. He turned their meeting back to business.

Alexander: “Alright Felix, you asked for this meeting. I want to commend you and the team on the progress you have been making. I was worried there wouldn’t be much you could do before the next race. What’s going on?”

Felix smiled and looked excited as he set his cup down. He opened up his tablet and sent a set of detailed 3 dimensional plans for a new ship design to the holographic projector on Alexander’s desk.

Alexander leaned forward in interest. His knowledgeable eyes noted significant changes. This was an all new design not a tweak to a current model.

Felix: “Well sir, as I mentioned we were all playing darts and pool. I was on my third beer by this point. I was shooting darts with Colton Mathews, our aerodynamics expert. We were debating the differences between our ships designs and that of the darts we were throwing. That sparked a debate about basing a new ship design along those same aerodynamics. We had attracted the attention of the rest of the team. We all began to give our input. We quickly realized we were all inspired but didn’t have a good way to take notes and run simulations. So we paid our tab and came back to the office. We spent the rest of the evening hammering a new ship design based on all of our ideas. We have spent the last few days refining them into a completed design set for you to look over. This was the result.”

Mabel looked interested and just saved the designs to her tablet for later work. She would start sourcing any special materials or components that might take time to get.

Alexander spun the ship and was examining the designs more closely. He gave Felix an encouraging smile.

Alexander: “Well don’t keep me in suspense. Explain what the team came up with.”

Felix: “Well it is a completely new design. The new hull will start thin at the front tip and expand into the wings where the steering actuators will be located like the wings of an aircraft. The new sleek design is based on a dart sir. The hull will be made of a new polymer that is strong enough and lightweight. There is a new improved inertial damping system. It will take more energy but be almost 40% stronger and more effective. There is a new cockpit design that will ride in the center of the ship on a series of gyroscopes and gimbals that will reduce the amount of g forces that the pilot experiences. The engine design is a newer more efficient model as well. It will be an elongated design and again the weight will be in the middle of the ship. This will change the center of gravity for the ship and help with stability. The engine is actually a jet engine that feeds into a specially designed turbine. The engine thrust will flow into a concentrated cylinder that has the turbines in the center with a gap directing the thrust past the turbines and out the rear of the ship pushing it along.The engine will run on biofuel and provide the thrust for the ship. The cylinder style rotating turbines will not block the thrust but they will spin from it. This rotation will be generating electricity as the engine runs. It works on a similar principle to some of the early hybrid cars.The ships will have a lot more electrical power available to them as they are constantly generating additional energy. This will allow for more powerful systems on the ship. Other improvements include new wiring to reduce energy loss to distance traveled and material quality. The hull will have energy disruption systems molded into it. This should be able to scatter and break up other ships' ability to leech energy from the ship. It won’t stop it but should reduce the impact of it. The new wiring system will include the interlocking design by Kenji to reduce failures due to connection issues. The energy gathering pods on the bottom of the ship will be made from a new superconductor and made larger so that the ship will be able to suck up and keep more energy from the track.”

Alexander paid attention as Felix went through the design features that the team had come up with. Alexander was impressed with the low profile sleek design. The ship looked fast, stable, and dangerous. Alexander knew building a ship from scratch with the new systems would take time. They had plans but there were always practical things that came about when developing new technology. The engine design in particular would take time and testing to get right. The cockpit design might cause them issues when they went to fit everything together.

Alexander: “Have you run it through computer simulations yet?”

Felix: “No. We wanted your approval before we started building the simulation models. We didn’t want to waste time if you were just going to scrap it. Dominic was flat against any large changes to the ships.”

Alexander gave Felix a big smile.

Alexander: “I like it. But I want hard numbers before I try to sell the board on the new design. Put together the computer models. I will need that data to convince them that the expense of 3 new ships will be necessary. Good work Felix. Please tell the team I am happy that their Libation Lubrication was such a successful endeavor.”

Mabel: “I will use Felix’s designs and put together a materials estimate for you.”

Felix looked surprised that Alexander was moving forward with the design. Dominic had always shut him down when he recommended taking their ships back to design. He had not felt that was needed to win. It had always frustrated him. He smiled and nodded at Alexander. He was excited about the prospect of finally getting the opportunity to build a new ship design. It was the reason he had come to Valkyrie AGR Sport.

Felix: “I will get the team working on it around preparations for Africa.”

Alexander nodded: “Great! Did you need anything else?”

Felix: “No. Things are going well. Having all the mechanics and engineers working together in the same space is already helping with miscommunication issues. Helga and I work together well as a team. Things are going pretty good.”

Mabel smiled at Felix knowing he had not been treated very well by the previous crew chief. She was pleased to see his shoulders come down from around his ears. The man had been so tense when she first met him. She wondered if he wore shoulder pads.

Alexander: “Keep up the good work Felix. I am glad to hear that things are working well so far.”

Felix nodded with the biggest smile on his face as he shut down his tablet.

Felix: “Thank you sir.”

Mabel stood and gathered all the now empty coffee cups and put them on the tray. She tucked her tablet under her arm and followed Felix as he left the office.

Mabel stopped Felix at her desk.

Felix looked confused when Mabel put a gentle hand on his arm and asked him to wait a moment.

Felix: “What is it, Mabel?”

Mabel grinned as she pulled a wrapped shirt box from a desk drawer and handed it to him.

Felix looked nervous as she handed it to him.

Felix: “What’s this?”

Mabel gave him a smile as she told him.

Mabel: “Open it.”

Felix looked nervous but did as she asked. He tugged on the ribbon before ripping the paper off the plain white box. He opened the box and inside was a black t-shirt. He pulled it out so he could look at it closer. It had some graphics on it. It had a gold dragon sitting on a barstool with a drink in its hand. Old English font read “Valkyrie Fuel the Official Libation Lubrication for the Valkyrie Engineering and Mechanical Team.

Alexander heard laughter coming from just outside his door where Mabel’s desk was. He got up and poked his head out to see what was going on. He started laughing as he saw the t-shirt in Felix’s hand. He shook his head in disbelief as he got his laughter under control.

Alexander: “Well Mabel, I hope you ordered enough for all of them.”

Felix was all smiles as he thanked Mabel.

Felix: “Alexander is right. They are all going to want one when they see it.”

Mabel: “Felix, that is why I gave you yours first!”

Mabel turned her chair around and sitting in the seat was a large cardboard box.

Mabel: “I thought you might want to give your team their shirts. Did Katherine tell you that the Drunken Dragon’s posts had gone viral? Your team’s post seemed to be a hit with the fans.”

Alexander leaned against the doorframe. He knew those t-shirts would remind the team that they work together. It was a way to bury the differences between them and present themselves as a unified team. Mabel was once again ahead of him. He would have to thank her later. Alexander suspected those t-shirts would soon become cherished and sought after. He wondered if the other departments would feel competitive and try to come up with their own team mottos.

Felix left with a pep in his step carrying the box with his tablet on top and a smile.




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Nobody404: How did the lead investigator, who was making a modest income at the time, retire early to a lavish lifestyle?
OfficeDrone#12: Wow! Small following. This only popped up on my feed due to keyword filters. Don’t know if I can trust information from a conspiracy theory site.
SuperfanAGR54: Sad. Using keyword filters to try and up their readership.
DantheMan: Don’t drink the kool aid!
Superfan2075: Wow the Drunken Dragon is starting a trend. Others are going to use name filters to try and reach more people. Is there a way to weed out crap like this?
DadBod89: I don’t know if I trust the source.
Hater101: #FakeRacerNews
Papabear34: Wow this old news just won’t go away.
Nana2050: That is circumstantial but damming all the same.
GeorgeFly: Who are these guys?
ValkyrieFan56: #DontFeedTrolls
Weedhead81: I think they got some bad weed man.
SexyM@m@5: Wow they only have like 3000 readers. How quaint.
Paulmulder4eva: Gonna have to agree… the source is suspicious
Britball12: Break out the tin foil hats if you want to join them.
!YouSlow!: What is this sh*t?
xImFasterthanUx: What if they are right?
AGInthusiast: This is interesting but I am not sure I trust the source.
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