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After the Tokyo Grand Prix


Monday April 3, 2094


Soundtrack: I Won’t Back Down- Fearless Soul




Valkyrie didn’t do as well as they should have in Tokyo. Paul did okay but Dorian fell in standings and position. His poor performance reflected badly on the whole team. Alexander understood Dorian’s frustration but he also saw that he was getting in his own way. He was second guessing every decision and ignoring all the advice from his team. It was one thing to ignore Alexander’s advice but he wasn’t listening to the mechanics, engineers, or the trainers. It was like he was determined to have it all his way. That only his way would work for him. Alexander had gotten tired of fighting him over decisions that needed to be made. He let him have his way and he utterly botched it. He lost 5 positions in the race and only beat out the worst two teams in the antigravity league. Alexander knew Tokyo was going to be a difficult race. He could admit that he was partially at fault. He had underestimated how important the ELS Systems were in modern antigravity racing ships. Those systems had been in their infancy when he had been racing. They were a lot more complex today. Alexander knew he bore some of the blame for the results. He had allowed it. Dorian’s poor performance was his own doing though. He needed to have it out with Dorian though. He couldn’t allow this to continue or Valkyrie’s season was going to get even worse.

Alexander slept in after a late night. He was still in Tokyo after the race because he had to see to the team’s commitments for the new sponsorship contracts with Enigma Lux Fashion House and Orion Luxury Watches. The endorsement and residuals on new fashion designer fan gear would help fill the coffers at Valkyrie AGR. Enigma Lux was going to design and produce a high end line of fan gear for Valkyrie AGR Sport that would be sold exclusively through the official team online fan gear store. Valkyrie would help promote and facilitate sales and profits from the merchandise would be split evenly between the team and the fashion house. The better the team did and the happier the fans were, the more gear they bought from the store. Katherine was hoping that by having new and exciting fan gear designed by a luxury fashion designer for the masses would appeal to their fans. The new line would be launched in conjunction with the Grand Prix in Italy. Team Valkyrie first had to honor their end of the contract and that meant that Alexander, Dorian, and Paul first had to shoot photos and video endorsement ads. Then they all three had to be runway models at Tokyo Fashion week for Artie Lux. Alexander couldn’t believe he had let himself be talked into this.

Alexander knew the funds that would come from finishing this contract would be crucial to getting the first steps started on building new ships. The influx of money would allow Alexander to hire the talent he needed to begin working the kinks out of the new ship designs while he continued to work sponsorships and endorsements to help pay for it. Several sponsors were in town for the Tokyo Grand Prix. They had wanted to talk over drinks after the race, which is how Alexander ended in the hotel bar after the race. Alexander felt ridiculous like a queen holding court as he shook hands and smiled and took pictures with a host of smaller sponsors. Alexander did have one surprise visitor from Shinichi Bionics. Yuhara Shinichi herself had requested to meet Alexander. He had thanked her profusely for the opportunity she had granted his daughter. Yuhara wanted to clarify some details on their new agreement with Valkyrie AGR. Alexander had been very impressed with her knowledge and drive. After Yuhara left, Katherine kept sending a steady stream of smaller sponsors his ways who just wanted to feel seen and heard. That typically meant a short conversation and maybe a photo or autograph. Which had inevitably led to a late night for Alexander. He was not a young resilient man anymore. He couldn’t get pass-out drunk and function well the next day anymore. He had nursed that third scotch along and had switched to coke after his fourth one. He was so grateful that the photoshoot for the fashion house was scheduled for tomorrow.

Alexander downed one of the Zap Sports Drinks that he had taken from the paddock for his hotel room. He downed it with a few painkillers to help his headache. Their sponsor sent cases for them to distribute and use at races for promotion. Alexander remembered when brands like Monster Energy Drinks went organic with natural ingredients and enhancers. Zap was just the latest rising drink company out there. The executives from Zap had been in town and basically wanted to meet and greet with the pilots. They wanted their personal moments with the talented pilots and stars of Team Valkyrie. Alexander had done his best to be gracious. He had wanted to roll his eyes and remind them that Paul and Dorian were men just like them. They put their pants on one leg at a time just like the rest of them. Alexander knew the routine even if he found it boring and predictable.

Alexander was coming to lean more and more on Katherine’s expertise in marketing and public relations. She was becoming a key team player in handling and developing new sponsors and endorsement deals for the team. Katherine’s understanding of how to sell sponsors on how their endorsement or sponsorship deal will benefit them was what he believed the selling point was. It had been Katherine’s brainchild after Valkyrie was approached by Artie Lux from Enigma Lux on how to weave the two corporate identities together in a way that made sense for them both. Enigma Lux was seeking ways to enter new markets and areas. They were seeking to broaden their consumer base. Artie was getting what he wanted out of Alexander for his artistic muse and Valkyrie was getting endorsement money. Alexander felt like he was being pimped out with the Enigma Lux deal which made him somewhat uncomfortable but he would suck it up and do what he needed to do. Artie was going to get exposure to the Formula AG fan base which included a broad audience and a new revenue stream in more casual designs produced for the Valkyrie Team to be distributed through their official fan gear stores. Artie Lux was currently the only officially licensed designer for Formula AG fan gear for Team Valkyrie. The rarity of the official license stamp from the Valkyrie Team would appeal to collectors and fans alike. This again would be a benefit for Enigma Lux. Alexander just wished he didn’t have to smile and shake his ass for the camera to get it. This was part of being a professional racer that he had not missed.

Alexander ordered a greasy American breakfast from room service and then hopped in the shower. He was dressed in sweatpants and a green t-shirt when his breakfast was delivered. He was starting to feel better by the time he had finished breakfast. Alexander ate and then pulled his tablet out to check in with Mabel. He had to turn some things over to her since he was stuck in Tokyo all week. Alexander emailed her since it was the wee hours of the morning in Germany and Mabel should be in bed asleep. He asked her to put out some feelers about finding up and coming energy system engineers. He then got to work replying to the emails that he had put aside while he was busy in Tokyo overseeing the race. He sent a message to Dorian that he would like to see him at 11:30am. That gave him plenty of time to wake up and sleep in this morning. Alexander put on his sneakers and went to the hotel gym. He wanted to get in a good workout while he had the opportunity. The hotel gym was nicely appointed and mostly empty on a Monday morning. Alexander put his earbuds in and turned on some music. He then put the equipment to work in a strength training round before he ended with a nice long run on the treadmill. Alexander made it back to his room in time to shower and change again. He switched to jeans, a dark green t-shirt and his favorite boots.

There was a knock at the door and Alexander answered it quickly. He had been expecting Dorian. He opened the door and motioned him in. He indicated the small seating area in the living room area of the suite. He took the chair while Dorian took the couch.

Alexander: “Hello Dorian. How are you feeling today?”

Dorian sighed, his voice full of frustration as he answered.

Dorian: “How do you think I feel?”

Alexander: “If I knew, I wouldn’t have asked. Let me cut to the chase. We both know you did poorly in yesterday’s race. I feel I have been fair with you Dorian. I gave you exactly what you wanted for the race yesterday and you fell flat on your face. So I was expecting that you were feeling frustrated and maybe angry. I would like to hear from you what could have happened differently? What happened yesterday?”

Dorian frowned and he knew he sounded angry because he was. Dorian scoffed as he answered Alexander’s question.

Dorian: “What I needed was a ship that could take on the grid and be competitive. What I got was a slow fucking brick that was useless in ELS defense. I keep telling you to give me a ship that can compete. You are failing to deliver Alexander.”

Alexander: “Well let’s talk about that. We have had this conversation so many times that I don’t know how many other ways to say it. The engineers are doing the best they can. We are here to seal the endorsement deal with Enigma Lux and Orion so we can get that influx of funds. That will allow me to start head hunting for new engineers. In the meantime, we have to race the ships we have.”

Alexander met Dorian’s eyes head on. He didn’t flinch from his responsibilities or his shortcomings as he gave Dorian the broad and brutal truth.

Alexander: “I understand why you didn’t want me in your ear during the race. The only reason I stepped in was because of the last minute change in Paul’s engineer. He was uncomfortable with the new engineer at a race so soon. I was fine with that request.I will admit that you are right about me not understanding everything about racing today. There are things I didn’t understand. I will admit that I didn’t understand how important ELS was to the current racing circuit. That doesn’t mean I don't listen to the people who do know. That didn’t mean I let the engineers rest on their laurels. Everyone of them busted their ass to get your ship set up to the specs you requested from your runs in the simulator. The same was done for Paul. Now you lost 5 positions falling to 16th place only beating out MMR and Fitzroy in the standings. Paul managed to overtake Zygon and hold off Carrera Condor to take 8th. He is the rookie Dorian. You are the experienced pilot. You should have done better than Paul on this circuit. I let you have your way. I supported everything you requested. What is your excuse for not performing as well as your teammate?”

Dorian’s jaw clenched and his fists clenched. Dorian was angry and frustrated. He wanted to hate Alexander for calling him out. He knew he was right. He should have at least done as well as the rookie. They had the same ships. Alexander had let him run it his way this time and he had failed to perform. He didn’t like that Alexander was forcing him to admit it out loud though.

Dorian: “I was overthinking everything and I played it too cautiously. By the time I realized my mistake, it was too late to make up for the lost ground.”

Alexander: “Look I know racers will have bad days. I am not your fucking enemy Dorian. I am here to help you. You have had a damn chip on your shoulder and you are not listening to a damn word I say. You are not paying attention to the advice the team is giving you. I don’t mean just me. You are ignoring the advice of our experts and engineers. None of us can do this alone. I will do my best to help you get the best out of this season but we have to work together! If it is going to be your last season, enjoy it! If you don’t like something say something. If the engineers and experts advise differently then detail why it feels wrong or give them an alternative. They can’t make it better or fix it on descriptions like ‘it feels wrong. Fix it.” Try to give more feedback than that. Tell them why it feels wrong. Like that adjustment is making the rear of the ship feel like it's sliding around. It is messing with the handling or the stability. What I can’t have you doing is undermining my authority in front of the rest of the team. You can disagree with me in a respectful manner and argue your point of view Dorian. This doesn’t need to dissolve into a pissing contest at every race. Tell me what you need but listen to the team’s advice. We have got to find a way to work together.”

Dorian’s eyes narrowed as he watched Alexander’s face as he thought about what he said. He really wanted to be angry with him but he knew that the anger he was feeling was from the situation he found himself in. The situation was partially of his own making.

Dorian: “I will work on giving them better feedback and listening better. I hope that means you too. I want to finish on a strong season. I can’t do that with the ships like they are. I know you are working on it but is there anything else we can do in the meantime?”

Alexander tilted his head to the side as he watched the emotions play over Dorian’s face.

Alexander: “The engineers are making changes and upgrades as fast as they can develop them, test them, and modify the ships. With the money from the Enigma Lux contract I will be able to headhunt some new engineering talent. I want another ELS engineer. I am working on raising the capital needed to get new ships designed. That takes money. You can help me by helping with sponsors. In the meantime, we are stuck with the ships we have. If you have ideas on how to improve anything, don’t be afraid to bring it to the team. We will brainstorm the shit out of it and if it can be done, we will do it. I don’t want to spend all season feeling like I have to fight you to do my job. Can we please call a truce and just be civil to one another? I promise I am on your side Dorian. I am doing the best I can.”

Dorian sighed. “You are right. I have been a frustrated mess and all I can see is my last season going up in smoke. It’s making me crazy!”

Alexander laughed a little as he shook his head sadly.

Alexander: “You know if I had known that that was going to be my last season as a racer. If I had known that would be the last time I saw Audrick, I would have paid more attention to the details. I would have stopped to enjoy it more. I regret that I was so focused on winning, I don’t remember what it felt like to run some of those circuits. I don’t remember what it felt like to race Audrick and challenge him on a curve. All of that has been overshadowed by how I left racing. I don’t want that for you. Please slow down, take a deep breath, and enjoy your last season. Trust me there are some circuits coming up where Valkyrie should shine because of our handling and stability, Portugal, Monaco, Canada, Belgium, Germany, and Singapore for example. We have time to work on the speed and ELS systems before them. If we can edge them up even a little, you should have a good chance at a podium in those races. You won’t be in the championships though if you keep losing out on all points though. Some points are better than none. Yes?”

Dorian was a little surprised by Alexander. He had expected to get lectured and yelled at and the whole I am disappointed in you speech. He was frankly shocked that Alexander shared some of his regrets from how he left racing. He was even more surprised that he was encouraging Dorian to make memories and enjoy his last season. Maybe he had misread Alexander’s intentions. He had to be honest with himself. He had not really given Alexander a fair chance. He had to admit that Paul had certainly done better than him here in Tokyo. Dorian had been upset about having the weird experience of a former competitor come onto the team as a principal. He had colored everything Alexander told him with a mocking tone as if Alexander was telling him his way was better. Looking back he could see that Alexander had not meant his way was better but more an alternative and another option. He had to admit that Alexander had requested and asked. He had not demanded like Rossi had. He had been unfairly painting him with the same brush. Dorian sighed and let his head fall back against the couch. He closed his eyes and just thought for a few minutes.

Dorian: “Yes I know you are right. Some points are better than none. I will think about what you said. I am still going to push you for ship improvements. I will at least try your strategy next week in the simulator. We will discuss it and I will try to be a professional about it instead of sounding like a whiny child. I know that I have been difficult.”

Alexander smiled at Dorian and jerked his thumb over his shoulder to indicate the door. “Go enjoy your day of freedom today. Tomorrow we both have to mug it for the camera. Enjoy Tokyo a little while we are here.”

Dorian chuckled a little and rose to his feet with a slight smile. “Alright boss. I am on my way out your door.” Dorian smirked a little, unable to resist teasing Alexander a little. “I can’t wait to see how you handle hair and makeup and a predawn site call.”

Alexander just laughed and hung his head. He had felt like the butt end of a lot of jokes about this upcoming photoshoot. The guys in the paddock had a field day with it. They had left books and articles giving modeling tips and more for him in his office. Makeup and makeup application tips had been left on his desk. Makeup tutorial videos had been “helpfully” shared by many of the female staff who had joined in on the fun. “The things I do for my team.” He sighed and smiled as Dorian laughed on his way out the door.




After Dorian left, Alexander sat down at the desk in the suite with his tablet. Alexander sifted through the dossiers that Mabel had sent him on the engineers that Felix had requested he look into hiring. The first dossier he looked at was for an American engineer named Dakota Ellis. She was currently working for Pratt & Whitney, a well known jet engine manufacturer. Dakota had spearheaded the work and development on Pratt & Whitney’s latest jet engine line boasting improved efficiency and speed. He sent her an email asking for a meeting. The next engineer he looked at was Bastijin Velnaar. Bastijin was a Dutch engineer that worked for one of the world’s leading wind turbine manufacturers. He had been instrumental in developing a new type of wind turbine that was being used in smaller urban spaces. Alexander sent them an email requesting a meeting. Alexander looked over Felix’s recommendation for the ELS engineer they needed to hire but his instincts were telling him that this was not his guy. The guy was knowledgeable and his work was solid but there was nothing new or revolutionary about it. Alexander felt strongly that their ELS needed to go in a new direction. He wanted someone with inspiration and new ideas for this role. Alexander pulled up the list of recommendations sent by his father. He started researching the name his father had sent him, Stephanie Mitsuyo. Stephanie was a third generation Japanese American college graduate student. She had submitted her PhD doctoral thesis on how to reduce what she called electric waste, electricity that was lost due to poor design and electrical conduction. Her work had been a study in superconductors and manufacturing techniques. Alexander was intrigued enough after reading her thesis to send her a meeting request as well. Alexander continued to dig through resumes and dossiers before taking a break for some food.

After lunch Alexander checked the time differences before he began to make calls. He had done some video calls soliciting the interest of potential engineering candidates. He had spent some time on a video call with Felix. They talked about how the race in Tokyo had gone. He gave Felix the feedback he had from the race. He told him to focus on the ELS systems to see what could be done to increase their defense against ELS and better accuracy and lock on when deploying ELS against other ships. He also once again asked the engineers to see if they could come up with anything to help with speed. Was there anything that could be done to provide even a temporary boost to their speed? Alexander reminded Felix he would be completely unavailable tomorrow and Friday. If he needed him to reach out via email and call him in any emergencies. He told him if anything drastic came up to call Katherine as she would be with him at the photoshoot and the fashion show.

Alexander called Leopold to check in. Leopold was not available so he left him a message. Alexander had probably botched the time difference again.

Alexander: "Leopold I know Tokyo was a mixed bag. I take full responsibility for the results. I made the mistake of underestimating how important the ELS was for our ships. Paul did alright and had a decent showing. The strategy worked for him but not Dorian. I am working on fixing things with Dorian. I shook hands and made the sponsors happy last night. I have put out some feelers for some of the new talent we need to bring in. I have already spoken with Felix about what needs to happen before the next race. They are working on it. I will be in Tokyo for the week taking care of the responsibilities we owe on the Enigma Lux and Orion contracts. I will be completely unavailable on Tuesday and Friday. If anything dire comes up on those days, contact Katherine she will be available and on site with me. Sorry if I called at the wrong time. Damn time zones. Bye."




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Alexander Knight was seen out getting drinks with sponsors after the race in Tokyo. It looked like it was business as usual for Team Valkyrie AGR.




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Paul: “Bea why would we go to England? You do know that Japan is the birthplace of drifting, right? Drifting tracks are still very popular here in Japan. I am sure we could rent a track for an hour or two to have some fun while we are here in Tokyo. If you have the time? I will be here after the race for a few days taking care of some sponsorship commitments.”

Bea: ”Because just because it’s from here doesn’t mean it’s special. Hamburgers are from Germany, yet it’s the Yanks you think of when you hear the word.” She shrugged, ”And if it’s worth doing, it’s worth doing right, with enough time, proper car for the occasion and everything.” She was also working a bit of an angle with it, because living with an older sister taught her it wasn’t a friendly competition if you weren’t tilting the field a little.


Paul laughed and tsked at her, shaking his finger. “Now Bea, there is something to be said for tradition. I know for a fact the track I have in mind has cars specifically set up for drifting. It is also a neutral track where neither one of us could call foul play or find unfavorable advantage. There is something to be said for neutral territory.” Paul sighed and smiled at Bea. “My calendar is pretty full for a bit. I don’t know when I can get to England. Maybe we can arrange that when I am in England for the English Grand Prix in June?”




Round 3 of Formula Anti-Gravity Racing
Sunday April 2nd, 2094
Race Day
Japanese AGP
Shibuya, Tokyo, Japan
2000 JST





Paul had been disappointed with how he had done in qualifying. He had started the race in the 9th pole position with both Zygon ships in front of him and Ulrich behind him. Paul had trained hard on ELS just for this race. He was struggling to get the timing right with his driving style. He was surprised when Dorian performed worse than him and was starting behind Ulrich in the 11th pole position. Paul was a little nervous about this race. He wasn’t nervous to be in the race. He was more nervous because there had been a change he hadn’t been expecting. For the first time, Alexander was going to be in his ear along with his engineer. The heavy rain and the need for ELS systems mandated the need to rely on his neural interface for input. He had been training really hard in the new simulator for situations just like this. Today would be telling if that training was paying off.

For this race Paul’s engineer was the team’s ELS Systems expert, Luca Tabarri. The engineer Paul had been working with quit unexpectedly after Cape Town. Evidently he was not a fan of Knight and had been looking for a new job. He didn’t tell anyone he was looking. Paul had been working with a new engineer that had stepped up to be his personal team lead. The person who would be on the headset with him at every race. They had only worked together for a week. Paul liked his new engineer well enough. He was still getting used to hearing a feminine voice in his ear instead of a male one. His new engineer was from Italy and her name was Carmella Fidanza. It had been a big adjustment for Paul. Carmella had different strategies and he didn’t know her very well yet. It was going to be hard to trust her at this race after a week. He was doing his best though.

Alexander’s voice came over the radio deep, calm, and with that authoritative edge that was just Alexander’s personality.

Alexander: “Paul systems check.”

Paul: “Systems are green across the board. I can’t see much in this pea soup though.”

Carmella: “Paul we talked about this. You need to trust your ship systems. Make sure you have your radar and lidar enabled.

Paul sighed and rolled his eyes at Carmella’s advice. Like he hadn’t already done that and played with the settings to get the best images possible for his needs.

Paul: “Already done Carmella.”

Alexander could hear the nerves and frustration in Paul’s voice.

Alexander: “Easy Paul. Do me a favor. Use those breathing exercises that the trainers have been working on with you.”

Paul rolled his eyes again at Alexander but obeyed. He closed his eyes and began the deep breathing exercises to boost his oxygen levels. It had the benefit of slowing his heart which had begun to race a little and calm him down. Damn man didn’t miss a trick.

Alexander switched over to check on Dorian.

Alexander: “Dorian radio and systems check.”

Dorian was frustrated and annoyed with Knight. He didn’t need a damn babysitter telling him what to do. He was pissed that he had done so poorly in qualifying.

Dorian: “Radio check.”

Dorian tugged on the gloves of his new racing suit. He tried to push negative thoughts away and focus on what he needed to do. He set up the radar and lidar systems so that he could navigate the ship without being able to see with the naked eye since he couldn’t see crap out his windshield. Dorian switched to the private comm line direct to Alexander. Dorian knew what to do. This was not the first time he had raced in the rain with poor visibility.

Dorian: “Alexander are you there?”

Alexander: “Yes of course Dorian, What is it?”

Dorian: “Please don’t talk to me during the race. Just leave me to my team lead engineer, Remy. Hearing you try to talk to me during the race will just break my focus.”

Alexander’s jaw clenched tight in frustration. Dorian was struggling here in Tokyo. He was a skilled and experienced racer and it was one of their issues. He didn’t want advice or to listen to anything Alexander told him. Alexander couldn’t force him to get on board with his way of doing things. He had suggested a strategy for Tokyo that was working for Paul but not Dorian. Who was going off script and doing his own thing. He had not done very well in qualifying. Alexander understood that Valkyrie’s ships would struggle here in Tokyo. He thought he had proven his strategies to Dorian in Cape Town. Yet here he was determined to run the race his own way once more. Alexander decided to give him what he wanted. He would focus on Paul.

Alexander: “If that is what you want, I will focus on Paul for this race. Run the race how you see fit. I have given you what I feel is the best strategy for our ships here in Tokyo.”

Dorian smiled as Alexander gave him what he wanted. He was surprised that Alexander agreed to his request. Dorian respected that Alexander had his own experience pool to pull from but Dorian didn’t trust it. Alexander had been out of the game a long time. The fact that he couldn’t seem to make any improvements to the ships was just frustrating to him and a red flag. He didn’t feel like Alexander had a plan to turn their team around. This was his last season and he wanted to do better than he had been. .Dorian snorted at least he wouldn’t have Alexander commenting on top of his engineer distracting him during the race.

Dorian: “Thank you.”

He went through his pre-race checklist quickly. He switched his comms back over to the main channel.

Dorian: “All systems green.”

Remy: “Dorian I can confirm we are reading the same here in the paddock. All systems look good.”

Dorian had not been content with the strategy laid out for this race. He had been very vocal about how he felt and instead of focusing on the strategy the team had come up with, he had pushed his own agenda. Dorian was pushing for consistency which had fared him well so far. He knew his ship was not going to do well here in Tokyo. He was still frustrated that all the tweaks to the ships have not put them on par with Silver Apex and Southern Cross. He kept telling Knight if he would get him a competitive ship he would bring home the wins. He felt like Knight was coming up with excuse after excuse. It was a short time later and the countdown for the start was on.

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Paul hit the accelerator as the race started, rocketing off the starting line. He was grateful he had been training for this. His neural interface was handling all the incoming data and he was not feeling overwhelmed by it. He had the data coming in from the radar and lidar systems overlaid on a wireframe of the track. His neural interface was feeding all the sensor data that the ship had directly into his brain. He had been training on focusing on the data he needed and processing it faster. Paul’s digital display on the dashboard had been reconfigured for this race. He had the ship’s camera feeds pulled up in a small sectioned display to one side the dashboard. The screen split half showing what was in front of the ship and behind the ship. He had a screen with infrared and thermal imaging displayed next to each other. There was an almost identical quartered screen on the other side of the dashboard that showed the radar and lidar scans in real time. It allowed him to see what was happening and where he needed to steer despite the almost blinding rainfall. It would allow him to see other ships around him during the race. The rest of the dashboard was a host of holographic gauges and indicators on everything from available power, speed, direction, fuel, hydraulic pressures, air speed, and directional air flow flap indicators.

Carmella: “Good start Paul. Ease yourself into this. Just stay on pace as you get a handle for the track. No one is going to be making any hard aggressive moves in the first round. You are looking good, just maintain your pace and position for now.”

Paul was struggling to nail the timing for the ELS. He was hitting the corners and the chicanes getting the most he could out of the ships handling and stability. He was failing to keep the energy systems charged enough to boost past other ships. He was fighting tooth and nail to keep Cassie and Hyeon-Ae in his sights. Ulrich was right on his tail and seemed glued to his damn ship sucking its energy away. He managed to maintain his position in lap one but it was a battle.

Alexander: “Paul, you are doing good. This was just the first lap. How are you feeling about the ship? Any issues?”

Paul: “Handling and stability is saving me in the corners and chicanes but Ulrich is slowing me down. It is like he is locked onto my ship. I can’t maintain enough energy to use boost and maintain a higher speed. He is bonking me every chance he gets.”

Alexander’s voice was back confident and soothing as he reassured Paul.

Alexander: “Paul we expected this, remember. Just like Cape Town our goal is to pick up points. There will be tracks where our ship will be in a better position to compete. I expect Ulrich will make his move to overtake you in the next few laps. Remember your defensive training.”

Paul snorted as he passed Shibuya Crossing for the fifth time and was robbed of breath as his body was thrown against his harness as he executed the hard left and right turn sections onto Route 246 and onto Route 3. Paul felt the ship shuddering as cross winds caught it on the open straight. Paul used his interface to make the minute changes to the steering flaps to add some downforce to help with steering even as his hand on the joystick picked the best line for keeping a consistent speed coming out of the turns. He saw Ulrich coming up quickly behind him. He did his best to defend against an overtake and it was like Ulrich turned off the lights in his ship as he suddenly shot past him on the right.

Paul: “Ulrich just passed me. At least he is challenging Cassie now.”

Alexander: “Pick up your pace and chase him. Take advantage of the chaos as he pushes those in front of you!”

Carmella: “Paul focus on rebuilding your energy reserves as you pick up your pace some.”

Paul followed orders as he floored it on the straight aways. He whooped with glee when he went into the long turn as he approached the Rainbow Bridge. Paul smiled as he drifted through the long turn having built up some decent momentum. It was one of those places where he used his piloting skill to conserve some energy while keeping his momentum going.

Carmella: “You are approaching Robot Corner. Good pace Paul. You are closing on Ulrich. 1 second ahead of you.”

Paul pushed the ship in an effort to catch up to Ulrich once more and be in a position to overtake him. He tried to lock onto Ulrich’s ship to drain some of his energy but Ulrich was playing damn good defense. Paul’s ship was dancing left to right as he tried to get a lock. Ulrich pulled ahead of him and shot out of the tunnel section from under the Shinbamba which spat the racers out on Route 2. Ulrich went flying by Cassie. Paul followed in Ulrich’s wake and was shot by Cassie as if her ship had stalled.

Carmella: “Nice job Paul. Try to keep up the pace now. See if you can continue to follow Ulrich’s lead. He is opening those doors nicely. Keep taking advantage of them.”

And so the next several laps went as Paul listened to the engineers and Alexander sharing the intense battle behind him. He managed to hold off Cassie who was charging him hard trying to overtake him and regain her lost position. Pretty soon he lost Ulrich as he slingshot past Hyeon-Ae. It was about the midpoint of the race when he found out Bea was behind him having overtaken Cassie. Paul was charging hard as he once more used his ship's superior handling and stability to catch up with Hyeon-Ae’s Zygon craft in front of him. Hyeon-Ae couldn’t take the turns as fast as he could and he was within overtake range finally. He managed to get close to her at Robot Corner. He managed to stay with her. He smiled as he used the antigravity on the ship in the tunnel to his advantage as he poured on the speed and ran the ship up the tunnel wall using it like a skateboarder would a halfpipe and swept up and around and down in front of Hyeon-Ae. He shot out of the tunnel in front of Hyeon-Ae.

The rest of the race left Paul chasing after Ulrich but never able to get a lock on him. Ulrich was simply a master of the ELS. The rest of his race became a defensive battle to maintain his position. First from Hyeon-Ae and then a few laps later it was Bea nipping at his heels. He smiled having fun with this amazing track. Bea kept him on his toes as he fought to maintain his position. The track challenged his skills and highlighted areas he needed to work on. He was still having a blast as he defended against Bea’s attempts to get around him. Their side bet just added another layer of satisfaction to how well he was doing every time he shut her down. The checkered flag came down and he had finished in front of Bea.

Paul threw a fist in the air in victory as he slowed his craft down and headed to pit lane. He could be heard laughing on the radio. At least he had beaten Bea. He wouldn’t have to wear the rainbow shirt. He would have if he had lost the bet. He smiled as he wondered how much she hated the sight of the number 72 on the back of his ship at the moment. Maybe he would surprise her and wear it anyway.

Alexander: “Good job Paul, you came in 8th. We got some points.”

Paul: “My thanks to the team. I wouldn’t have done as well without all your help. Thanks everyone!”




Paul pulled his ship into pit lane and shut it down, handing it over to the mechanics and engineers to deal with. After getting to spend some time with some of the other pilots, he wanted to make a point to be more friendly to them. He finished in 8th place but he had faith that he wouldn’t be stuck in the middle of the pack forever. His time to shine would come. It was still a fun track for any serious racer.

Paul first went into the Valkyrie paddock and gave a personal thank you and feedback to Carmella, his new engineer. He also made sure to give personal thanks to all the engineers and mechanics in the bay. Not everyone had radios on. He wanted to be sure that they knew he appreciated all the hard work it took to keep him in the race.

Paul was on his second sports drink since pulling into the paddock. Japan might be cool but it could be really warm inside the ships and the race was long. Their sponsor Zap sports drinks always had drinks in the paddock for the drivers after they were done. Paul liked the pink ones which were a watermelon flavor. They were full of all natural ingredients that replenish electrolytes and had natural energy boosters in them. They were great for recovery after the race and a quick energy boost before the interviews.

The back wall of the paddock was plastered with sponsor logos and slogans. Valkyrie’s biggest sponsors currently were Zap Sports Drink and I Can’t Believe It's Not Meat. Part of the reason he was in Tokyo after the race was to finish Valkyrie’s responsibilities to their newest sponsors the Enigma Lux Fashion House and Orion Luxury Watches. There were a bunch of smaller sponsors. The less important the sponsor the smaller their logo. They had representation on the wall though. There was a special section that listed the agencies on Valkyrie’s governing board: Red Bull Racing, Ferrari, Renault, Sauber, the European Union Space Agency, Brimex Corporation, Biomatter International, Hansen Genetics, and Kivelo Kinetics.

He was surprised when he found out that Dorian had finished in 16th after starting in 11th. He had lost 5 places since the beginning of the race. It was the first race where he had a better finish than Dorian and by a huge margin. He was about to leave the paddock to go in search of Bea. He wanted to congratulate her on a good race. When she found him and showed up in the Valkyrie Paddock.

Bea approached him, amusement was in her tone as she told him.

Bea: ”You really didn’t want that shirt, did you?” She laughed, giving him a friendly pat on the shoulder. ”Guess I’ll swing by later to pick up mine.”

Paul gave Bea a bright smile. “Great race Bea. It was a fun track and you made it even more fun.” He grabbed one of the Zap Sports Drinks out of the large cooler he was standing next to and tossed a drink to her. “Here, have a drink on me.” He grinned at her. “I will see you soon.”

Paul wanted to congratulate Kais on his win. So he went over to the Al Saqr paddock which was full of celebratory smiles and cheer. Paul approached Kais with a smile. Paul. decided to share a Zap Sports Drinks with his fellow pilots. He brought an orange flavored one to Kais. Paul held his hand out offering Kais a handshake.

Paul: “I wanted to congratulate you on your first win. That was an epic race. I am glad you broke Stirling’s winning streak.” He handed Kais the orange flavored sports drink. “Here, have a drink on me.” He clapped Kais on the shoulder in a friendly way before he left to find Hyeon-Ae.

Paul approached the Zygon paddock and had to pass through multiple security checkpoints to even get close to Hyeon-Ae. He waved at her and was finally let through after some kind of hidden signal. Paul approached Hyeon-Ae with a warm smile. He was once more carrying a Zap Sports Drink with him. This drink was green in color. He didn’t like this one as much but he figured Hyeon might. It was a mint and lime flavored sports drink.

Paul: “Here, have your first drink on me.” He handed her the green sports drink. “Hyeon-Ae, I wanted to thank you for the absolutely stimulating race. You kept me honest and battling hard all the way through the finish. I look forward to our meeting tomorrow.”




Delta Hyper Post Race Interviews: Sponsored by the Anti-Social Social Club





Paul smiled at Aurora: “Always a pleasure to be here Aurora.”

Aurora: "Paul, a respectable result, up from P9 to P8. Valkyrie however doesn't look like it performed as well as it could have this weekend, any lessons learned from this weekend?"


Paul paused and thought about his answer. He didn’t want to keep throwing out the same canned responses. He wanted to come across as genuine to the fans. He wanted to give an honest answer but be respectful.

Paul: “Tokyo is not a circuit that Valkyrie expected to do well on. Valkyrie’s engineers work hard between every race to try and tweak our ships to get more out of them. More speed and better energy management systems. Every circuit we race is different with different challenges. I couldn’t do what I do without the team behind me. I know they work hard and do their best so I can meet the challenges of each circuit.”

Paul shrugged a little and gave the camera a wry smile. “Everyone on the track has skill and wants to win. The fact is we can’t all win all the time. We are all going to have bad days. Today was not Valkyrie’s day. We had hoped for better but the results are what they are. I can’t change them. I was happy with my finish today.”

Paul smiled at the camera. “Tokyo was a fun race for me. I really enjoyed this challenging track. The midfield battle was intense. I have to give props to Ulrich. He proved himself a master of ELS today. Bea kept me on toes with pure racing skill. Today’s race reminded me to enjoy what I do but I have a lot of work to do. I will be training harder on ELS management and trying to improve my defensive skills. Today was not my day but that’s okay because I will be ready when it is my day.”



Social Media




Bea Ward @MadBea:
[Image of Bea standing in front of the Valkyrie AGR fan area, wearing the signed t-shirt.]
So, what have we learned today? If you want to make @ValkyriePaul do something, make a bet with him that he has to wear wiphala if he doesn’t do it. I give this advice to you free of charge, Mr. Knight.

#CarreraCondorFA #FormulaAG #AGRacing #JapanAGP #ValkyrieAGR


Reply from:
Paul Mulder @ValkyriePaul:
Bea you were a great sport about our bet. I really enjoyed racing with you. I have donned the rainbow shirt in friendship. Not even I can make it look good though! See you in Italy! @MadBea
[Image of Paul wearing the overly bright and truly hideous Carrera Condor shirt. The image was taken at the world famous Shibuya Crossing. It was hard to tell which was more colorful the shirt he was wearing or the neon he was surrounded by.]





Team Valkyrie AGR Sport @TeamValkyrie
Tokyo Japan race results are in with Paul Mulder finishing in 8th and Dorian Hornfleur finishing in 16th place. Team Valkyrie AGR Sport is 4th in the constructor standings. Paul picked up some points for the team. Let’s hear it for the rookie!
#TeamValkyrieAGR #ValkyriePaul #ValkyrieDorian #JapanAGP #FormulaAG


OfficeDrone#12: Rumors from inside Valkyrie say there is tension between Alexander and Dorian.
SuperfanAGR54: Dorian utterly quit by round 5. He must feel comfortable at the back of the pack.
DantheMan: Dorian looked like he just gave up! He even made Fitzroy and SuperCat look good at this race.
Superfan2075: Paul did okay but what the hell happened to Dorian?
DadBod89: I feel like this is a repeat of last year’s disappointment.
Hater101: Knight fails as a leader. Valkyrie is obviously struggling.
Papabear34: Paul is showing promise as a rookie. It was a good race for him. Solid performance.
Nana2050: The team still managed to take some points from the race. Disappointed with Dorian’s performance though.
GeorgeFly: #ValkyrieCrashes
ValkyrieFan56: I am glad to see Paul performing with some consistency. There is hope for Valkyrie yet! Go Paul! #ValkyriePaul
Weedhead81: Maybe Dorian should try some green magic. Maybe he would do better in the next race.
SexyM@m@5: Poor Dorian. I wonder what happened?
Paulmulder4eva: Paul is doing well. Is there something going on between him and Beatrix Ward? What’s with the whole t-shirt thing?
Britball12: Valkyrie’s wings are broken.
!YouSlow!: Dorian totally botched this race. His performance was downright sad and lackluster.
xImFasterthanUx: Dorian was outperformed by the rookie. Sad.
AGInthusiast: Look at that Kais took the podium!
micheal650004: Paul did ok.
llamalover4life: #sadrace
ieatAGR: Team Valkyrie’s performance was abysmal in Tokyo..




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KingKofiFan: Kofi might not have done well but he is still my favorite. I am a member of the pride, not the herd! #SuperCatPride
$erwa: #SuperCatPride
Jan2084: It is nice to see some fans stay loyal to their team.
Bertha: Kofi botched it!

NoraRules: Nora top five again!
BadBrad: I agree Nora is this season’s rookie of the year!
ApexSuperFan: Kais certainly tried to tie for Nora’s rookie of the year nomination.
AGInthusiast: Southern Cross as a team is doing really well this year.
Bertha: Nora still has not beaten Amy Stirling.

TeamCondorSF: Good teamwork by Team Condor.
Susie: Ava could have done better.
ApexSuperFan: Hart finished in front of Ava.
Abdullah: #FalconSoars Falcon Kais knows how to fly!
Bertha: Even Bjorn came in ahead of Villarosa.

Roberto: #NordicCallReturns #AstridDomination
Merica1: Astrid looked hot on the podium. Was nice to see others above Silver Apex for once.
Bertha: Who knew the blonde really knew how to drive?

Zygonista: Disappointed in Tokyo.
BadBrad: Not surprised Han tanked in Tokyo. #NoSkill
ValkyrieFan56: Exciting midfield race between Han and Paul.
Zygonista: I will grant Paul has some skill.
BadBrad: [comment removed by the moderators]
Bertha: Even Miller Motor Racing did better than Zygon in Tokyo. How sad is that?

SuperfanAGR54: Jamie Hart didn’t do very well and Dorian was flat disappointing. Was he even there to race? It was like he didn’t show up at all.
BeaLover: Bea did pretty well.
Abdullah: Al Saqr ruled in Japan!
ApexSuperFan: It was only one race. Apex will be back.
Bertha: [Content removed by moderators.]



DELTΔ HYPER





Hakone Izakaya Bar
2100 Hours





The party was in full swing. The buzz of conversations filled the air. The DJ was keeping music going in the background. There was a small dance floor that was packed. Paul sipped at his drink as he listened to his fellow pilots chat with each other. The news drones were still in the air. Paul smiled as he listened to the banter among the pilots.

Paul had been surprised when it was Bea who answered his question about where they found the questions they asked them.

Bea: ”They most likely have interns scour fan sites. It tracks with the style, especially of younger fans, the secrets and drifting for example.”

Paul laughed at Bea’s answer. Paul: “Okay that makes sense. Some of the things we get asked by fans are so out there.”

Paul was grateful that security screened his fan mail. They always gave it to him after they had screened it for threats. Some of the more entertaining fan mail included marriage proposals, underwear from both sexes, and homemade gifts which had included everything from jewelry to crocheted hats and scarves. The weirdest thing he had received in the mail so far was a large sea shell with his face painted on it and some live fish.

Paul grinned as Bea accepted his drifting challenge.

”Oh, and regarding that: You’re on.” She jabbed a finger in his direction, referring to the drifting challenge he proposed. ”Manager at the Brooklands Mercedes World in London owes me a favor, I could get us a few hours on the attached test track.”

Paul: “Bea why would we go to England? You do know that Japan is the birthplace of drifting, right? Drifting tracks are still very popular here in Japan. I am sure we could rent a track for an hour or two to have some fun while we are here in Tokyo. If you have the time? I will be here after the race for a few days taking care of some sponsorship commitments.”

Paul threw the challenge out to the rest of the group.

Paul: “Would anyone else be interested in some time racing at a drifting track? Nora would you be interested? I know you are skilled if you were a street racer.”

Paul continued to sip his drink and was pleasantly surprised when Hyeon-Ae finally joined their little group. He understood that she had commitments here at the BioCHO party just like they all did. It was nice to see her break away from the stuffed shirts for a bit though.

Hyeon-Ae: ”I suspect one question was sent in by Mr Hornfleur personally.”

Paul snickered a little at her comment. He knew exactly which question she was talking about.

Paul: “I don’t know about that. Dorian has a reputation for being a lover and a flirt. Of all those questions, that is the one I can most see fans having asked.”

Paul was more than a little surprised when Hyeon-Ae so casually laid a hand on his shoulder before she stepped past him. Paul's thoughts were racing even as his heart rate picked up a little. Was Hyeon-Ae flirting with him? Or was she trying to play mind games? She had turned to him with a smile as she told him.

Hyeon-Ae: ”I heard we're meeting soon again.”

Paul slid his free hand into his pocket as he saluted her arrival with his drink in his hand and a nod. He gave her a return smile.

Paul: “Indeed, I believe Mr. Sanberg has us scheduled to meet on Monday after the race at 11:00am. I am still waiting on confirmation of where we are going to meet. So will I be meeting you in a stuffy conference room somewhere or someplace more entertaining?”

Paul gave Hyeon-Ae an amused smile as he challenged her rigidly scheduled and planned life a little. Cassie swooped in, putting a drink in Hyeon-Ae’s hand. Hyeon-Ae slung her arm around Cassie’s shoulder. Paul smirked amused as Hyeon-Ae tried trash talking.

Hyeon-Ae: ”We have been going easy on you before now. Tokyo is no longer the honeymoon, yes?”

Paul couldn’t resist trying to fluster the pretty Korean.

Paul: “Why Hyeon-Ae, is that a marriage proposal… already? Don’t we have to be married before I can enjoy the honeymoon? I can’t deny that I did enjoy chasing you around the track at Cape Town.”

Paul smirked a little as he knew that she was trying to use a common idiom in Western culture. She had used it correctly but he couldn’t resist teasing her a little.




Round 3 of Formula Anti-Gravity Racing
Saturday April 1st, 2094
Qualifying Day
Japanese AGP
Shibuya, Tokyo, Japan
1800 JST




Paul Mulder


Soundtrack: Icon For Hire - Waste My Hate




Paul was grateful that the weather had cleared up before qualifiers. He had been training in the simulator for this track. He hoped to use a similar strategy from Cape Town to keep Valkyrie competitive here in Tokyo. This was one of the tracks he was most looking forward to. Paul loved Tokyo’s history with racing. Tokyo had a rich racing history with Formula One tracks and street racing was a huge deal here in Japan. He might be an antigravity racer but Paul would always have a love of racing automobiles. There was just something special about that extra friction from meeting the ground with rubber tires that was simply different. You couldn’t go as fast but it was a whole different set of skills needed to be successful. Paul might be romanticizing it a little but it was one of the things he enjoyed most. It was why he drove his classic cars when he could instead of driving the latest antigravity flitter.

Paul’s strategy for Tokyo was to try and make up speed in the corners and chicanes while watching his energy usage. He had been working to get the most out of the energy systems but knew that other teams had better ships in this area. All he could do was his best. Luckily he did have handling and stability on his side for this track. The engineers had done their best to tweak and tune the energy systems for this track. Paul knew just like Cape Town his best option was to shoot for points. He might not be able to win the season but maybe just maybe, they could be in the running for constructors.

Paul got a decent start but he fought to keep the energy systems charged enough to get the speed he wanted. He found himself once more chasing Zygon ships around the track. He managed to find a pace that worked but he was frustrated with how the ship performed. He understood Dorian’s frustration after finishing in ninth behind Cassie. Paul did enjoy the street based track which made his frustration of not being able to give a better showing in Tokyo fuel. Paul felt like he had let his fans down. All he could do was give his feedback to the engineers and do his best to move up through the pack if he could tomorrow.

Alexander was spending his evening at the track with the engineers and mechanics. Maybe they could find something else to tweak on the energy systems to help their pilots out tomorrow. Alexander was in his team shirt, jeans, and work boots. He flitted around the paddock and tried to help out where he could. He trusted his team but he had hoped for better in Tokyo. He had seriously underestimated their energy systems for this race. This was yet another good argument for pushing for new ship designs.






Post Qualifying Interviews





Paul found himself once more in the Delta Hyper booth on the now very familiar couch. Paul was still in his new racing suit and had his new helmet sitting next to him. Paul smiled as he was met by Rory this time instead of Aurora.

Paul: “Hello Rory, it is good to see you again.”

Rory: "Paul, maybe this isn't Valkyrie's circuit given your ship characteristics, but a good effort nonetheless. How do you feel about the surprise from Astrid coming in 4th today, and her thoughts on competing with Valkyrie in Tokyo?"

Paul: “Well I have to give credit where it is due Rory. Tokyo, like Cape Town, simply doesn’t play to Valkyrie’s strengths. We are doing our best to get the most out of the ships here in Tokyo. I am very excited to be here and racing in Tokyo, which has such a rich history with racing. As far as Astrid coming in fourth, good for her! She raced a great race and her ship really performed today.” Paul paused and gave a cheeky grin as he looked at Rory. “I am always up for a great race. So if Astrid needs to single Valkyrie out as a competitor, well I can only assume that we are doing our job.” He winked at Rory.




Social Media





Bea Ward @MadBea:
It’s waiting, @ValkyriePaul :P
[Image of the most garish shirt the Carrera Condor merch shop offered with Bea’s signature across the front and a sheet of A4 paper with ‘Large/52’ written on it on a table next to it.]

#CarreraCondorFA #FormulaAG #AGRacing #JapanAGP #PaulMulder #TeamValkyrieAGR


Reply from:
Paul Mulder @ValkyriePaul:
So is yours! See you in Tokyo! @MadBea
[Image of a Valkyrie AGR fan t-shirt with Paul Mulder's signature on it. There was a sticky note on it with Mad Bea written on it.]

#CarreraCondorFA #FormulaAG #AGRacing #JapanAGP #MadBea #TeamValkyrieAGR





Team Valkyrie AGR Sport @TeamValkyrie

Valkyrie AGR Sport is excited to work with our newest sponsor @EngimaLux. Well race fans, tell us what you think about the latest racing suit designs from @EnigmaLux!


Image of Paul Mulder in his new racing suit and helmet.




Image of Dorian Hornfleur in his new racing suit and helmet.



Paul Mulder qualified in ninth place with Dorian Hornfleur qualifying in eleventh place.





OfficeDrone#12: Way to bury the qualifying results.
SuperfanAGR54: Disappointed. I had hoped we would see better results after Cape Town.
DantheMan:Who cares what they look like while they are racing? I want to see results! Their results suck!
BatDave: I am still Batman! Just like the Dark Knight returns... so can Valkyrie!
Superfan2075: Valkyrie tanks after Cape Town.
DadBod89: Wow I feel like I am on a roller coaster. What happened to the momentum from Cape Town?
Hater101: Once again Valkyrie is underperforming.
Papabear34: TBF Paul did alright. I am disappointed in Dorian.
Nana2050: They can still recover. This is only qualifying. We simply never know what will happen during the race.
GeorgeFly: #BadKnight #PoorPerformance
ValkyrieFan56: I like the new suits. Wish they had performed better in Tokyo though.
Weedhead81: Paul you need to chill man!
SexyM@m@5: #sexysuits I am printing that out poster size and putting it on my wall.
Paulmulder4eva: #sexypaul @SexyM@ma5 You are thinking old school. Life size holo projection!
Britball12: Valkyrie is still not performing. #KnightFail
!YouSlow!: Valkyrie is not in a great position this time. Paul did alright for a rookie. Disappointed in Dorian though.
xImFasterthanUx: Dorian was outperformed by the rookie. Sad.
AGInthusiast: Gotta give their marketing team props. Lead with the positive news and bury the qualifying announcement.
micheal650004: Hopefully they do better during the race.
llamalover4life: #sadrace
ieatAGR: Team Valkyrie’s performance was pitiful in Tokyo so far.



DELTΔ HYPER


SaturdayMarch 17th, 2094


Video Call between Han Hyeon-Ae and Paul Mulder





After having a satisfactory outcome from his call with Beatrix Ward, Paul decided to reach out to Han Hyeon-Ae. Paul understood better than anyone that she was competition on the track. There was something about her that made him feel sorry for her. He felt the media seemed to be harder on her. Paul excelled with dealing with the media. So far he had avoided having to deal with any large scandals. The biggest issue he had was invasion of privacy and their penchant for wanting to compare him to his father. They were always asking him how he thought his father would react to this or that. The truth was that Paul wished he knew the answer.

He was very young when his father died. He didn’t have very many memories of him. He had gotten to know his father by watching home videos, every interview and piece of media he could find with his father in it. His mother had shared his father’s journals with him when he turned 16 and wanted to race. It was another way he felt close to his father. He would sometimes hold them and simply stare at his hand writing. It was silly but knowing that his father had written the words. It made him feel closer to him somehow like he wasn’t just some arbitrary imaginary figure. He had been a living breathing man. His mother had told him stories about his father but it was not the same as growing up having your father in your life. Paul envied Arianna for that reason. He still had not been brave enough to ask Alexander about his father. He knew that they had been rivals on the track but close friends.

Paul sighed and pushed those thoughts away. It was evening and Paul had finished his duties for the day. He was relaxing in his room. He had on a soft green t-shirt and jeans. He was sitting at the desk in his apartment at headquarters. The desk was the typical black and chrome affair that was the signature look for Valkyrie AGR headquarters. It was a little cold for his tastes. The colorful photo of his mother’s that had been blown up and hung on the wall behind his desk added some needed warmth and nature to the cold space. He needed to contact Han and see if she would be willing to listen to his request. He felt it would be good for her. He didn’t know how his request would be received but one never knew. Paul stopped trying to talk himself out of making the call. He was being ridiculous. The worst that could happen would be that she would say no. He pushed the dial button and waited watching the spinning arrow that showed the computer was trying to connect the call.

Meanwhile, in Seoul, the penthouse suite was back to its slightly cold, silent atmosphere, much of the clutter from last time’s social gathering now stowed away so it wouldn’t bother Hyeon-Ae until next time the apartment needed to meet other people’s expectations. The cascading moonlit lit up the obsessively spotless apartment through big window panes. Most people would be deep in sleep, or at least lazily burning their brain away in bed while staring at some entertainment. Hyeon-Ae wasn’t like most residents of Korea - she needed less sleep, and staying still for too long started making her body restless. So, like other times she was alone and left to her own devices, she was working out, pulling herself up on a bar fitted to one of the door frames. The buzz of the comm-piece laid on a nearby desk caught her attention at first, and before long the wall-mounted screen in her living room shook to life, bathing the apartment in light to showcase the incoming call. With a frowning brow, she ceased her workout routine and reached for the ear-piece, clicking on the video-button to stream her living room as she looked up to the monitor. ”Go for Han.” she intoned as she wiped her hands and arms with a nearby towel.

Paul smiled as the screen connected and showed Han using a towel in workout gear. He frowned as he noted the room was dark and was only lit by the screen and the moon streaming in the windows behind her.

Paul: “Thank you for taking my call Han. I must apologize. I got the time difference backwards. I thought I would be calling you midday.”

Paul blushed crimson as he admitted to such a careless mistake. He did the correct math and was surprised to note she was working out when most people would be asleep. At least he had not woken her up.

”Ah, Mr Mulder,” Hyeon-Ae offered curtly at first, finishing her little routine and discarding the towel. It seems it was a foolish decision to pack away all the decorations after all. She'd nag herself over that mistake later. Following that, she offered a small smile, peering up at the big screen as she took a few steps forward. ”It’s no bother. Occupational hazard for us world-travelers, no? And I was still up - no harm done. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Paul winced as she called him Mr. Mulder. He did his best to regain his composure. He was normally so calm and collected in almost any situation. What was it about Han that unnerved him so much? She had a way of making him feel like a bungling idiot.

Paul: “Please call me Paul. Mr. Mulder makes me look around for my grandfather. May I call you Han or do you prefer Hyeon-Ae?”

Paul paused before getting to the purpose of his call.

Paul: “I was calling to discuss a business proposal with you. Have you ever done any charity work?”

She curled a brow briefly, watching and listening with mild bemusement. ”...Please, call me Hyeon-Ae then,” she began in earnest, a brief bow of her head as she spoke. ”In my culture it would be impolite to refer to me by my family name when we are on first-name basis.” Hyeon-Ae smiled ever so slightly. Whether to lecture or merely inform, she seemed in good enough spirits. ”Charity work…? I have, yes. I am a founding member of the Joseon Women's Visibility group, who helps women in difficult domestic situations. Other than that, most of my activity was more of a figurehead, I am afraid. And I don't do much in the group either, these days. Something else has taken my mind lately, you know? Not much time for anything on the streets, now.” Hyeon-Ae chuckled softly, rolling her shoulder slowly to flex her tiring muscles.

Paul nodded and smiled as he absorbed the information. “Hyeon-Ae it is then.” He listened as she explained her experience with charity organizations.

Paul put on his working face and began to make his pitch. “My mother Alicia Mulder started the Mulder Foundation to honor my father’s memory. The Foundation provides equipment and stipends so that low income children and teens can pursue becoming a professional athlete. They also provide art supplies to children’s arts programs. They support children and teens in Europe. I wanted to do something for my mother for her birthday. I decided to plan a fundraising event for the Foundation. I could just donate money but I want to raise awareness about the Foundation as well. So I have begun to reach out to my fellow pilots in AG to see if they would like to be a part of it. Beatrix Ward has agreed to be a part of it. Of course with Bea it will be centered around her artwork. I thought there might be something we could work out if you would like to be a part of it too. It would be good publicity for you. There will be a silent auction at the charity gala where items will be auctioned off. Or if you have other ideas to suggest. I am open to discussion. I understand that there would need to be some compensation for your participation of course.”

Hyeon-Ae listened with professional calm and confidence, taking in his explanation with rapt attention - a feat in itself when the hour was past midnight. ” That sounds like a great thing, Paul.” she shot in when it seemed he was mostly done. But, instead of broaching the topic at hand, she decided to dig with a soft-spoken question. ”Is this something that your father was also passionate about?”

Paul was surprised by the question. “No, my father was passionate about racing. When he was alive, he did a lot of charity work for children. The Foundation got its start by providing training opportunities for low income teens who wanted to seek a career in racing. As you know, it is still considered a rich man’s sport. It takes money, time, and resources to make it to this level. Money many poorer families simply don’t have. The art was added because that is my mother’s passion. She is a photographer.”

”A beautiful passion. There is a saying - a fish that meets water swims best. It is always good to hear of people working with what they love, yes?” Hyeon-Ae smiled politely and brought her hands together briefly in an affirming gesture. ”I am interested and honored by your proposal, Paul. I think I cannot risk being outshined by Ms Ward; however I think serious matters like this may perhaps be best dealt with in a more intimate setting. I apologize for being so old-fashioned,” she remarked with a dip of her chin, not looking particularly apologetic. ”Perhaps we could discuss this possibility of collaboration in person?”

Paul smiles grew warmer as he listened to Hyeon-Ae talk. He nodded and respected where she was coming from.

Paul: “I understand that you need time to think about it. I will be in Tokyo on business a few days before the race and for a few days after the race. Perhaps we could set up a time while I am there to discuss this further?” He dipped his head in a respectful gesture.

”I am heading to Tokyo myself about six days before the ‘big day’; I need to scout a good place for my promise from the conference… but that sounds perfect. I'll forward you the number to one of my people, Hwang Sanbeng; he handles much of my scheduling. Whatever works for you will work for me,” Hyeon-Ae declared, with both of them likely aware that the truth was likely more complex.

Paul carefully jotted a few notes into his notepad about when she would be in Tokyo and who she was connecting him too about her schedule.

Paul smiled at her. “I will work something out. My schedule in Tokyo is not as busy. I have some sponsorship commitments I must see to it. But I have built in some blocks of time for sight seeing and the like. I will make it work. I look forward to getting to know you better. I will see you in Tokyo for the race.” He gave a wave goodbye before cutting the call.









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Valkyrie AGR Headquarters


Wednesday March 29, 2024


Soundtrack: I Won’t Let You Go - Rascal Flatts




Alexander had done his best to deal with the fallout of his decision to bring his daughter back to Germany with him. He had spent all day Monday putting out fires at headquarters and arranging everything she needed. He had once again offered to hire doctors for her care outside of the team if they could recommend someone they would trust. Dr. Montgomery and Dr. Ainsworth both had shut him down. The team had explained that by helping Arianna they would be learning things about the new augmentation technology that she had been installed with. They argued that it would help the medical team better understand how to help pilots improve their performance with the tech. They argued that Arianna presented them with a chance to learn more about a breakthrough in cybernetic technology that could revolutionize the industry. Alexander had met with the medical team and the team from Shinichi Bionics to work out the details that Monday. It turned out that Arianna’s misfortune might just benefit the team in the end.

The cybernetic augmentations that had been provided to Arianna were cutting edge and very different from anything they had seen before. The company who had developed the augmentation technology, Shinichi Bionics, was based out of Japan. Arianna is the first human test subject with this new technology. She met their stringent criteria to be the test subject. She was young and healthy. She was paralyzed from the neck down due to an accident resulting in a severed spinal cord. Luck and timing also played a part as well. Accidents such as hers were rare but still happened. It was easier for them to find test subjects that had been born with a defect or disease that caused their paralysis. Part of their criteria was access to all the data regarding her progress and synchronization with the technology and a nondisclosure agreement.

A team from Shinichi Bionics had been working with the staff from the UCLA Medical Center in regards to helping Arianna adjust to the technology. Their team had not been happy with the conditions they had been working in with Arianna in Los Angeles. Shinichi Bionics is a small privately held company from Japan. Dealing with the politics of academia while trying to protect their intellectual rights was difficult. They had also struggled with privacy laws even though Arianna had signed all the relevant waivers. They were often the last to find out if there was an issue. Shinichi Bionics had put everything they had into developing the new technology. If it failed or didn’t do well they would be in trouble financially. Shinichi had been pleased with the change in venue for Arianna’s recovery because Valkyrie AGR’s Team had state of the art equipment and a staff that understood what they were trying to do and the data they would need to prove their concepts. Shinichi Bionics had agreed after Arianna and Valkyrie AGR Staff had signed a contract detailing how the data and treatment would be confidential and shared between them with the understanding that in the future, if Valkyrie was interested in the technology, they would buy it from Shinichi. Valkyrie AGR’s staff would benefit from the training on helping Arianna adjust to the new biologically grown cybernetics that would replace her damaged nervous system. If the technology was proven, in time, it might be made available in the European Union as a more eco friendly and natural cybernetic augmentation.

Alexander had arranged for a small team from Shinichi to stay on campus to monitor and help with Arianna’s care. He offered to pay for them to stay off site but after learning of Shinichi’s offer to train the staff and share data, Leopold had been on board with utilizing team resources. He accepted it for the opportunity it was. They decided not to say anything more in the media about it because they didn’t want to lose the opportunity should Shinichi decide to shut them out. Shinichi would be working under Dr. Montgomery’s supervision. They would be training Dr. Ainsworth the team’s Cognitive Neural Specialist, Dr. Ishikawa their augmentation technician, and the team physical therapist, Sasha Volkova. Their activities would be scheduled around the team’s existing activities to keep their pilots in top shape and assist with their healthcare and training. The team from Shinichi Bionics had been excited after they visited the team’s facilities and met those they would be working with. They felt more included and had more control over the data they needed. They were pleased with the arrangements. The only other team members that would be supporting their efforts was the team nutritionist Dr. Thorkelson and Jacques who would be making the meals designed to support the organic components of her recovery.

Alexander had been humbled by the support he had received from the medical team and Mabel. There were still rumors floating around headquarters about misuse of team resources. Many of the staff were not privy to the confidentiality agreement and contract between Shinichi Bionics and Valkyrie AGR Sport. They simply saw Arianna receiving medical treatment and physical therapy from the team’s doctors and staff. They saw her getting specially prepared meals from Jaques. They saw her using the staff gym and training areas to do her physical therapy. All of the staff had seen the video statement that Alexander had put out with Arianna. Most of those who worked at headquarters, pitied Arianna. They felt sorry for her and were pleasant to her and supportive while quietly turning away from their colleagues who were not happy about her presence among them. Mabel had stepped in and spent her evenings with Arianna. She provided the maternal support and love that Arianna felt had been taken from her. Alexander had already noticed that Arianna was improving daily. Her balance was better. Her strength was returning. She still had a way to go before her fine motor skills recovered fully.

Alexander did arrange for Arianna to begin seeing a therapist to help her with the trauma she had experienced. She had been resistant to the idea at first. She had only agreed to go if he started seeing a therapist too. He had caved to her blackmail and agreed. The therapist either came to headquarters or met her via phone. Alexander had chosen to only meet his therapist via phone. He didn’t have much time to squeeze in therapy sessions. Arianna was seeing her almost every day at the moment. Alexander’s therapist wanted to see him twice a week but he had put his foot down and was only doing a one hour session a week. They were pushing for more but he had not really put much effort or energy into therapy yet. He had only agreed to it as a way to get Arianna to see one. Alexander suspected Mabel was behind her blackmail but to get him to see a therapist. Mabel had certainly supported the idea when he grumbled to her about it.




Alexander felt comfortable that he had Arianna settled and she was making progress. He turned his attention to focusing on his job. The contracts with Enigma Lux Fashion House had been signed. They would be shooting the photos and commercials for the campaign after the race in Tokyo. The luxury watch company, Orion, had decided to tag team with Enigma Lux, they would be shooting photos and commercials for that endorsement as well. Orion had Enigma Lux design an exclusive watch design that they would produce for them. The endorsement deal came through and because of the cross over with Enigma Lux the endorsement deal was worth more. The fashion house had come to them at Valkyrie Headquarters to take measurements and for final fittings. All three of them had received two new suits tailored and designed just for them and a new tuxedo. Both pilots had a new ship suit for Tokyo designed by Enigma Lux that would be debuting at the race.

Alexander knew the amount of money he would need to build new ship designs meant hiring more engineers. His engineering team was busy keeping the current ships ready for each race. They tweaked settings for every race and repaired any damage and performed maintenance. It was enough to keep them all busy. They would need additional help to be able to bring a new ship design to a fully functioning prototype. Alexander needed to raise more money. He needed more endorsements and sponsors. He also needed to start headhunting. He needed the right engineers. He and Felix had to get together soon on what specialties he wanted. He was willing to try and get anyone Felix wanted to work with. He needed to make sure he had enough money to get them.

Alexander got to work and began researching engineers that might be right for the kind of changes to the engines the team wanted to see. He needed someone who understood jet engines and wind turbines. Alexander began to read all he could on the latest research about both. He poured over articles, thesis, and magazine articles. He reached out to his father for recommendations on who might know the latest technologies in those fields and who might be able to give him some recommendations. He looked up at the clock. He needed to finish packing for Tokyo. The team was needed in Tokyo tomorrow. He, Dorian, Paul, and Katherine were needed in Tokyo for the endorsement shoots. He got up and stretched. His back popped as he twisted and stretched from side to side. He would get to have dinner with his daughter before he had to finish packing. They left for Tokyo bright and early tomorrow morning. The engineers and mechanics would get a day for practice and to make any adjustments before qualifying. Paul and Dorian were slated to attend the BioCHO event. Alexander had been invited to attend with the pilots but he didn’t feel up to it. He wanted them to enjoy the party without feeling like he was checking up on them. Arianna had wanted to go with him but she could not travel easily yet.




Social Media


Official Valkyrie AGR Sport Team @TeamValkyrieAGR
Team Valkyrie AGR Sport will be debuting new racing suits and helmets in Tokyo courtesy of our newest sponsor the Enigma Lux Fashion House! Be sure to tune in to see what they look like. New fan gear designed by Enigma Lux will be coming soon!


Paul Mulder @ValkyriePaul

I look damn good in it too!


Dorian Hornfleur @ValkyrieDorian

I look even better in mine!


OfficeDrone#12: Fittings were kept hush hush.
SuperfanAGR54: Interesting choice for sponsor.
DantheMan: Don’t really care what their racing suit looks like.
Superfan2075: Hmm it will be interesting to see what the new fan gear looks like.
DadBod89: I agree with DantheMan. I don’t really care what their suits like look.
Hater101: They are hyping new suits? How about talking about how they are going to compete with Silver Apex and Southern Cross instead?
Papabear34: This is not really relevant to me. I don’t buy arbitrary fan stuff.
Nana2050: I don’t know. Fan gear created by a fashion house sounds interesting. Maybe we will see more than the obligatory t-shirts.
GeorgeFly: Who cares about suits?
ValkyrieFan56: Oh I can’t wait to see what they look like! New fan gear designed by a fashion house. I hope they have a nice selection.
Weedhead81: You people need to chill and get skezzed.
SexyM@m@5: Oh that means new pictures!
Paulmulder4eva: Yes! I can’t wait to see Paul’s new suit.
Britball12: Only the women care about clothes.
BatDave: I am Batman!
!YouSlow!: AG racing has reached a new low when fans are excited about the suits the pilots wear.
xImFasterthanUx: Unless the suit contributes to their ability to win. I don’t care.
AGInthusiast: Not only women care about clothes. I look forward to seeing their new suits as well.
micheal650004: Some of us bat for the other team but love a nice fit body.
llamalover4life: Interested to check out the new fan gear.
ieatAGR: I don’t care what they look like, but an explanation of how their suits help in a race would be nice.
Weedhead81: @AriannaKnight You can come get skezzed with me. Still waiting on your call.



Valkyrie AGR Press Release


Video Statement Released on Monday March 27, 2094


Soundtrack: Fighting for Me - Riley Clemmons




Alexander knew that he needed to make a statement to the press to hopefully at least stem the negative speculation that was hurting the team’s image from his decision to bring Arianna back to Germany with him. He had discussed it with Katherine and she had prepared a statement for him. He read it over and threw it away. He would meet this challenge like he did everything. He would not apologize for protecting his daughter. He had talked to Arianna about how she had felt about being on camera and her face plastered all over the news. Luckily for him she found it a novel and exciting experience. Alexander decided to tell the unvarnished truth because he felt that would resonate with the fans. They can tell when you are hiding something or blowing smoke up their ass. He believed they would respond best to honesty. Arianna had agreed to do the video statement with him. They would record the statement in Valkyrie’s media hub and release it to all the networks. Alexander went on camera without makeup just as he looked that morning haggard. His hair was in disarray from him running his hands through it in worry. He had dark circles under his eyes. The dark green shirt he was wearing was wrinkled and he looked frumpy. Arianna was a contrast next to him. Her golden hair shone under the studio lights. The bruises a dark contrast against her pale skin. She was wearing a soft blue button up shirt that hung loose over soft leggings and the pull on sneakers that Katherine had given her.

Arianna had picked up on the tension around headquarters and the fact that her father’s decision to help her was somehow causing trouble for him with his job. She didn’t understand it but she had offered to help if she could. He had asked her if she was up to making a short video with him explaining to fans and the media what was happening. She had agreed. It was the least she could do.




Alexander looked directly into the camera. He gave a tired smile and wrapped his arm around his daughter. The camera framed both of them. Arianna gave a tentative smile.

Alexander: “Good morning. I am making this statement to hopefully stop the wild speculations surrounding my daughter, Arianna. I believe honesty is the best policy. I have been very candid about why I came back to racing. I have never lied or hidden anything from the team or the fans. My daughter Arianna was supposed to spend her time recovering in the States. That was no longer an option for her. When she asked if she could come with me to Germany, I didn’t even hesitate to say yes.”

Arianna looked down incredibly sad as pain crossed her face as she remembered the hateful words from her mother. Her father’s arm tightened around her shoulders. She turned her head and looked at him. She found his eyes on her filled with worry and love and understanding. She might have lost the mother she thought she had, but she still had an amazing father. She gave him a smile full of that same love back. She turned her head to face the camera.

Arianna: “I hope you will all understand. The accident was a very traumatic incident for me. My body as you can see is still healing. I am still having nightmares about it. I am working with therapists but healing the mind will take longer than healing my body. I hope you will forgive me for wanting to spend that time with the person who comforts me most, my father. He has always been there for me. I feel safe and protected with him. He grounds me. I need to be here with him. Please don’t hold that against him.”

Arianna turned her face away from the camera looking sad and upset once more. A tear running down the side of her face. Alexander tugged her closer. She turned and buried her face into his shoulder. Alexander looked fierce and almost angry.

Alexander: “Arianna has moved to Germany with me. She is currently living with me at Valkyrie AGR Sport Headquarters because that is where I am currently living. Did I ask colleagues who work with Valkyrie AGR Sport for help? Yes I did. Those colleagues happen to be some damn amazing medical professionals with the right skills at the top of their fields. But I also made it perfectly clear that it was voluntary and that their work for the team came first. They are providing care on their personal time. I asked them for references to colleagues outside of the team if that made them uncomfortable.”

Alexander choked up for a moment as he remembered their responses. His voice got rougher as emotion threatened to close off his throat.

Alexander: “They just told me not to worry about it. That they were excited to meet and work with my daughter.”

Alexander looked right at the camera once more and this time he did look angry.

Alexander: “Have I used all the resources at my disposal to provide the best care possible for my daughter. Yes I have. I won’t apologize for that. Have I in any way comprised or misused my position here at Valkyrie AGR Sport to do it. No I have not! I would not put my daughter who is the person I care about most in this world in that awkward situation. So please stop with the wild speculation. If you have questions, send them to the team and I will be sure they get answered. I hope we can now focus on what matters. For me personally, it is my daughter’s recovery. For me professionally, it is helping Valkyrie AGR Sport win!”

Alexander gave a nod as the camera cut out.




Social Media


Paul Mulder @ValkyriePaul

Arianna is just another family member around HQ. Let her heal in peace.


OfficeDrone#12: Well it wasn't a rumor. She is living with him.
SuperfanAGR54: I stand corrected. It is still team resources. But at least there seems to be some choice there.
DantheMan: Still looks bad.
Superfan2075: Ok but if you could use a team doctor would you?
DadBod89: #DadApproved
Hater101: I still want to know if Valkyrie is paying for her care.
Papabear34: #DadApproved #FanAccepted
Nana2050: Alexander has been transparent about what is going on.
GeorgeFly: I am undecided. He was upfront and honest, but it still team connections. Although it sounds like they volunteered.
ValkyrieFan56: Ok that was heartbreaking to watch #TeamArianna
Weedhead81: @AriannaKnight Still waiting for you to call me!
SexyM@m@5: Can we get back to the pilots now. How is Dorian preparing for Tokyo?
Paulmulder4eva: I agree with SexyMama. How is Paul getting ready for Tokyo?
Britball12: Damn he really is a white knight!
BatDave: I am Batman!
!YouSlow!: Ok I believe him. Most teams would just put out some generic statement to appease the masses. It would be a generic talking head. He did the piece himself and I am willing to bet his PR person is shitting bricks about now.
xImFasterthanUx: I agree with others. Can we get back to the racing now?
AGInthusiast: As I said, it is not a big deal.
micheal650004: Did you see that poor girl’s reaction? Sheesh people let the girl heal in peace.
llamalover4life: That hurt to watch #TeamArianna
ieatAGR: Knight told us the truth. I agree with him. Can we get back to racing now?
Weedhead81: @AriannaKnight I have some nice stuff. Just what you need to help you relax. Call me!




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KingKofiFan: Wow Knight lets it all out!
$erwa: Can’t blame Knight for his choice.
Bertha: So we have to take Knight’s word for it? Unbelievable!
ValkyriePaul: NO you can take my word for it. Arianna is just another family member around HQ. Let the girl heal in peace.
NoraRules: I guess Paul told you @Bertha
BadBrad: You gonna believe Valkyrie’s golden boy?
ApexSuperFan: @BadBrad That is funny! Why would Paul be Golden?
TeamCondorSF: I can’t believe one of the pilots popped in here to post!
Susie: Yeah let the girl heal in peace!
ApexSuperFan: Again who cares? Can we talk about how awesome Silver Apex is?
Abdullah: I would rather talk about Al Saqr! I can’t wait to see how Kais does in Tokyo!
Zygonista: Zygon will dominate in Tokyo.
Bertha: Knight clearly has you all blinded.
Merica1: Knight is clearly just a father doing the best he can.
BatDave: I am Batman
Bertha: [content removed by moderators]
ValkyrieFan56: OMG Paul posted on this forum! Will we see other pilots posting here? Will he post again? Paul you are always welcome here!
Bertha: [Content removed by moderators.]



DELTΔ HYPER


Episode Three: The Neon Bath





Aurora Interview Questions


Soundtrack: Jeopardy Theme Song




Paul found himself sitting once more on the infamous interview sofa for Delta Hyper with Aurora’s holographic floating head facing him. On the coffee table in front of the interview sofa was a holographic tablet with the Delta Hyper logo floating above spinning in all its 3d glory. Paul was not in his race suit this time. He was wearing his team button up shirt with all the logos on it and charcoal gray slacks and dress boots. Paul's thick blonde hair looked great. He had that kind of hairstyle that just looked better the more you messed with it. His blue eyes stood out in startling color on the very monochrome and neutral colored set. Paul sat relaxed with one foot resting on his opposite knee and one arm along the back of the sofa.

Paul smiled winningly at Aurora’s hologram as she addressed him.

Aurora: “Welcome back to Delta Hyper Paul.”

Paul: “Thank you Aurora. It is a pleasure to be back.”

Aurora: “We have something a bit different for you today, now we're in Japan! Right in front of you, I've left a tablet."

Paul put his foot on the ground and leaned forward to pick up the tablet. He wondered what fun and games Aurora had planned for them today. He didn’t have to wait long to find out.

Aurora: "So, on that tablet, there's a few questions."

Paul raised an eyebrow and looked over at Aurora with a neutral expression.

Aurora: "Now you've gotten to know the grid, let's see what you think about them. We have heard you in the press conferences talking about their activities on the track. What do you think about them off it?"

Paul’s lip curled up into a half smile. It was going to be like that then. He gave Aurora a competitive smirk. Game On.

Aurora: "Any questions?"

Paul looked at Aurora and just clarified what she wanted.

Paul: “Just clarifying Aurora. We are to answer the questions on the tablet about our competitors? Got it.”

Paul looked eager and confident. This should be fun.

Aurora: "Alright, go!"

Paul read the questions as they popped up.

Paul smiled and read the questions as he answered.
Paul: "Most likely to eat noodles with a fork? Hmm I am going to have to go with Henry Fitzroy. He just doesn’t look like a noodle with chopsticks kind of guy.”

Paul laughed at the next question.

Paul: “Worst at keeping secrets? I am going to have to say Astrid here. The girl doesn’t seem to take much seriously and she loves her booze. Alcohol and secrets don’t go together in my experience.”

Paul: “Best Christmas gift giver?”

Paul tsked tsked at the camera. “I want to point out that this is a very unfair question to my competitors who are not of the Christian faith. But to pick the best gift giver…. I am going to say Nora. I suspect it will be something fun and unexpected.”

Paul: “Who is the fussiest eater?” Paul chuckled a little as he answered the question. “I am going to say Han Hyeon-Ae. She carries herself with a very formal air. I can’t see her accidently using the shrimp fork for the salad or on her noodles. She has very pretty manners.”

Paul smirked before reading the next question. “Who is the most likely to climb Mount Fuji? That is an easy one. I am going to say Harrison. He loves that kind of stuff.”

Paul: “Who is the most likely to get speeding tickets? Again that is an easy one. I am sure Beatrix Ward can tell us all about that. Maybe she would tell us how many she has had?”

Paul grinned into the camera before moving on. “Who is the best drifter?” Paul put the tablet down and looked up at Aurora. “Really? Who put this question list together? The only one of my competitors that I would think knows what drifting is would be Bea. Now as to which one of us is better… I wouldn’t know. I would love to find out. Hey Bea! Let me know if you are interested in a drifting challenge! Sounds like fun!” Paul looked excited and eager and waved at the camera before picking the tablet back up.

Paul looked down at the tablet reading the next question. “Who is the biggest classic car fan? I am going to have to say me here. I inherited my father’s collection and I converted them to biofuels so I can drive them. I have not heard any of my competitors talk about classic cars.”

Paul moved on to the next question. “Who would be the first to die in a horror film? Well this question is tricky. Kais would absolutely jump into battle with the bad guy with no hesitation. That doesn’t mean that I think the bad guy could kill him though. Honestly I think Kais would come out on top. So I would have to say probably Amy Stirling. She is arrogant enough to believe that the protagonist couldn’t hurt her and therefore be the first to kick the bucket.”

Paul grinned hoping that answer got under Amy’s skin a little. He moved on though after wiping the smug grin off his face. “Which of the pilots is the most romantic on the grid?” Paul gave a genuine smile this time. “I would have to say Dorian. He is known as the gentleman of the grid for a reason. His exploits in this area are legendary around Valkyrie.”

Paul moved to the last question “Which pilot would you most want to be stuck on a deserted island with?” Paul tilted his head to one side as he gave this some thought. “This is another hard to answer question. Logistically, Layla would be a good choice because I don’t think I would have to fight her for the same level of resources to survive due to all the augmentations she has. Kais probably has survival training. Bea and Nora would probably be the most entertaining. Although Harrison could teach me to surf. It would be hard to choose. Do I go with a smart option or the fun option? My best choice is probably Kais.”

Paul waited patiently to see what else Aurora had up her digital sleeve this time.





Round 3 of Formula Anti-Gravity Racing
Friday March 31st, 2094
Post-Practice
Japanese AGP
Shibuya, Tokyo, Japan
2100 JST

Hakone Izakaya Bar




The Liquid Lounge


Cassie Neves.....and others


Soundtrack: KiloWatts- Last Hoorah

Paul had been informed by Alexander that he and Dorian were required to attend the BioCHO party at Hakone Izakaya Bar. BioCHO was one of those large sponsors that provided biofuel to the entire racing league. Their name was plastered all over stadiums around the world. This event would have representation from all the teams here. Paul was meeting after the race to do the promotional endorsement photoshoot and commercial videos for Enigma Lux a high fashion house that caters to high end formal wear. Paul was repping one of the suits that they had made for him tonight. The suit was tailored beautifully and highlighted Paul’s physique to perfection. The royal blue shirt had a mandarin style collar that he had left unbutton to fall open showing some chest. The color made his eyes look even bluer. It gave a little more casual feel to the suit. The suit itself was a silk blend in a navy blue. Paul had worn black patent leather loafers with it. He had a classic brushed steel watch of his father’s on his left wrist as his only jewelry. Paul was wearing his favorite cologne, a scent that combined leather and amber together. He was actually looking forward to this party. He wanted to get to know his fellow pilots better after his call with Bea.

Paul was conscious of the drone cameras flying above their heads to capture the event. He was grateful that the press of paparazzi from the past was avoided in this smaller space by their use. He found the robot waiters an interesting choice. His thought went back to one of his father’s favorite movies which was an old one but still a cult classic, Star Wars. He felt like the waiters were a combination of R2D2 and Piakchu. Pokemon was still an ongoing fan favorite in Japan.

Paul worked his way through the crowd. He stopped to sign autographs. He stopped to talk to the sponsors' representatives, at least the ones he recognized. He was asked to take a few photos with some fans that were in attendance. There was an older Japanese gentleman that had stopped him. He told him he had been a fan of his father’s and had watched him race here in Japan when he was driving for Formula One and then followed him as he made the move to Anti Gravity Racing. Paul was polite to the older gentleman who looked like he was almost 90. The man told Paul that he saw some of his father in him. He also told Paul he was looking forward to watching him race here in Tokyo and would be rooting for him. Paul thanked him politely before moving on. He appreciated the experience since he had watched tapes of the race the gentleman spoke about so knowledgeable. He wondered who he had been.

Paul made sure to stop and give one of the camera drones taking picture some good poses. He spoke to the video drones filming the pilots and following them around. "Good evening Paul Mulder with Team Valkyrie here. I wanted to thank BioCHO for the invitation to this party. It looks like we are all going to have a good time. I want to point out that if you like what I am wearing, check out one of my new sponsors, the Enigma Lux Fashion House." Paul turned from side to side modeling the suit for the cameras. "Let them know if you like it! I think they did an outstanding job." Paul winked at the camera and drones after giving them a sound bite. He smiled and waved and moved back into the crowd.

Paul made his way towards the cluster of his fellow rookies. He had spotted Bea near Ava and it looked like she was greeting Cassie and Nora. Paul slid into the back of the group. It sounded like Cassie was going on an alcohol run. Paul smiled and sipped his glass of water that was in a glass to mimic a Martini Royale. He had no plans to get drunk tonight and he did not want a blood transfusion so he could race tomorrow.

Paul just listened on the edge of the group for now. Paul was surprised when Dorian joined them. He smiled as Dorian revealed he had been the high bidder on the piece of art Bea had created with Amy. Paul wasn’t surprised. Dorian was a man with sophisticated tastes. It was nice to see Dorian relaxing a little. He had been so wound up just after Auckland. He seemed to be in a better mood since Cape Town. Cassie had rejoined them with drinks for everyone who had already been there when she left.

Paul was surprised by the hint of bitterness in Cassie’s tone. He wondered what had caused it. Dorian had been a great teammate so far with him.

Dorian: "Sometimes you need your whitewashed walls to be covered in something. It's pride of place."

Cassie: "I bet you're a real wine snob too. But that's okay. Family's originally from Douaro so I could tell you about reds, forever....not this cocktail stuff."

Paul decided to step in and defuse Cassie’s bitterness a little. “I know what you mean Dorian. The apartments for us on the Valkyrie Campus are all white with black accents. I had to hang some photos and art myself. I needed some color.”

Astrid: "Well, cheers to alcohol."

Paul chuckled and held his glass up to acknowledge Astrid’s toast. “Cheers Astrid”

Harrison: "And having it pumped out of your blood?"

Ava: "Something like that."

Paul waved to Han across the way and motioned for her to join their group. Paul then tried to break the ice a little.

Paul: “Does anyone else wonder where they come up with these questions to ask us?”
DELTΔ HYPER


Los Angeles


Soundtrack: Michael Bolton - Fathers and Daughters




Alexander had never been happier to leave someplace. He was just grateful that the press conference was over. He had never been more grateful to get out of a place. He understood Arianna’s desire to leave the hospital after being cooped up inside for weeks focused on injury and how she was feeling. It would be good for her to get a change of scenery. He had wanted to spend time with Arianna but she was going to her mother’s house while she finished her recovery. Her current dorm room was not set up for her needs and she was not ready to return to classes just yet. Her professors had all agreed to let her finish the courses over the summer after she had recovered. She was still on a special diet so he couldn’t even really take her for a meal. The hospital had arranged for him to use a conference room so he could get a little time alone with her after the press conference.

Alexander sat in the chair next to his daughter. They had turned their chairs to face one another. Alexander drank in the sight of his daughter sitting up on her own and moving around even if it wasn’t perfect yet. She had so much more life than the last time he had seen her. It had been so hard to focus on what he needed to do wondering if she was recovering. He smiled at her and took both of her hands in his.

Alexander: “Arianna, I am sorry I have been so busy and this is the first time I have managed to see you since you had your surgery. I love you so much. Do you need anything? I understand that you are going back to your mother’s house while you finish recovering.”

Alexander sighed and tried not to show how much that bothered him. Candace had been a good mother to Arianna when she was younger. She had changed over the years. He was worried that she wouldn’t be there for Arianna now that she was an adult.

Arianna allowed her father to take her hands. She gave him an understanding look.

Arianna: “Daddy I know you wanted to be here. I also know that your new job is how you are paying for all this.”

Arianna’s voice caught as her lower lip trembled and tears crept down her face of their own accord. She was very close to her father. He was the one person she could always talk to. He understood her better than almost anyone else. He was always the first person she could count on to be there for her. He was also the first person she shared her thoughts and feelings with. Her father made her feel safe and cherished. She also knew he had gone through his own trauma over injuries and thought he would understand.

Arianna: “D..Dad. When I woke up the first time. It was horrible. I could barely move my head. I couldn’t talk because they had to wire my jaw shut because it was broken. I was in so much pain but yet I couldn’t feel my body, just my head. It was so confusing. My brain was foggy because of the medications and the concussion. They didn’t have me on heavy painkillers believing I couldn’t feel much. I couldn’t communicate with them. No one even realized I had woken up. I felt so alone. Mom was there but…”

More tears flowed down her face and she gave a heart wrenching sobbing hiccup. Her voice was laden with emotional pain.

Alexander felt as if his heart was going to beat out of his chest listening to the agony in his daughter’s voice. It killed him even more to hear her describe what she had gone through. He leaned forward and kissed her gently on the forehead where he knew she could feel it. He cupped her cheek gently.

Alexander: “It’s okay Arianna. You can talk to me. Mom was there but what?”

Arianna was breathing heavily like she had been running a race. She had the most hurt and betrayed look on her face. Arianna continued talking fast like she had to purge the emotions from her system. Her breathing ragged and the hiccups came faster and harder.

Arianna: “The doctors and mom didn’t know I was awake yet. My eyelids felt like they had weights attached to them. I heard mom talking to the doctors. They were telling her how badly I was injured and that I would never walk again without help. They explained that I was now paralyzed from the neck down and would be unable to do anything for myself without medical help. They explained that with prosthetics I would at least be able to take care of myself. Mom said great because she wasn’t a nursemaid. That playing nurse to an ungrateful brat was not her job anymore. She said..” Arianna’s voice broke before she managed to spit out. “That it would be better that I had died if I couldn’t take care of myself.”

Alexander had never wanted to strangle his ex-wife more than he did at that moment. The fear and anxiety on Arianna’s face and the pain made him want to hit something. Preferably Candace. Alexander couldn’t hide the rage in his eyes from his daughter. He shook his head. Candace had gone too far this time. Arianna was an adult and could make her own choices. He was done coddling his ex-wife. He did his best to control the raging fury that had him wanting to smash things. He looked up at the ceiling as he took deep breaths trying to calm his inner demons. He was imagining crushing the life out of his ex-wife with his bare hands. He would protect his daughter even from himself. There was a side of him that she had never seen. He didn’t want to scare her with the part of him that had taken lives and wielded a gun into a battle.

Arianna was taking deep hiccup gulps of air. Her voice sounded uncertain and scared.

Arianna: “D..Da..ad?”

Arianna’s scared voice helped push back the killing rage he was feeling. He closed his eyes and leaned forward pulling her into his arms. He lifted her onto his lap and cuddled her like she was a little girl once more. He held her firmly, petting her hair and rocking her a little.

Alexander: “It’s okay Arianna. I am just very angry with your mother. I never told you this story because I didn’t want you to think poorly of your mother. I don’t know what she has told you over the years about why we got divorced. I have avoided giving you any of the details because you lived most of the year with your mother. You deserved a good carefree childhood. I tried to give that to you…”

He paused, gathering his thoughts. Arianna had melted into his embrace. Alexander held her close. It felt so good that even as an adult she still trusted him so much and found comfort in his presence. She had always brought out the best in him. She was still the best thing he had ever done with his life.

Arianna’s voice was shaky but firm as she demanded answers from him.

Arianna: “Dad I have asked you before but you have always deflected. Tell me the truth.”

Alexander sighed as began the story that he had hoped never to share with his daughter. It was a painful story for him to share with anyone. Candace was the one person who made him feel ashamed and inadequate.

Alexander: “I met your mother when I was working with NATO’s military arm. My team had been sent to rescue hostages at a UCLA sorority house. Your mother was one of the women I helped rescue that night. Your mother was so beautiful and full of life. We started dating and then after a wild night in Vegas we got married. I thought I had everything I wanted in life. I had a beautiful wife, a job I was proud of, and a beautiful baby girl. Our lives were not glamorous but I thought we were happy. You were two when the terrorist action my team was sent in to stop turned out to be a trap for troops. That explosion took my arms. You know this part of the story. I was sent home to heal and I needed help. Your mother told me she didn’t want to be my nurse. She asked me for a divorce. She took you and left. I didn’t fight her because how could I take care of a 2 year old. I couldn’t even take care of myself at the time.”

He sucked in a deep breath and finding his courage continued pushing through the pain the memories brought. Alexander was pulled into those painful memories.

Alexander: “I was in pain. My arms were gone but I suffered from phantom pain. The medical care given to veterans wasn’t that great. They were trying to train me to use the old fashioned prosthetics with steel hooks. Cybernetics was a fairly young field then. I was depressed, sad, and felt like a burden. I felt helpless. I still needed so much help. I couldn’t even get dressed or feed myself. I moved home to live with your grandfather. He was the one who managed to get me into the cybernetic trial for new arms. I adapted to them really well. I was so excited. I pushed myself to recover and get back in shape. I worked hard to learn how to use them. I was determined that you wouldn’t be able to tell at a casual glance. I went to see you and approached your mother about our marriage. I tried to show her that I was a whole man again. I could hold her in my arms like a husband should again. Your mother told me that she felt like she was being touched by a robot. She demanded I sign the divorce papers. I had been putting it off hoping to change her mind. I didn’t understand why she couldn’t love me. I was still the same person. I just had been injured. I thought love was supposed to overcome stuff like that. I was so naive. Losing my arms was not as painful as losing your mother’s love. I now wonder if she had ever loved me at all. I signed the divorce papers with the stipulation that I got visitation rights and co-parenting rights over you. Your mother’s reaction to my arms… has never left me. It was one of the reasons I pushed to get you approved for this new experimental prosthetics.”

Arianna stared in shock at her father. She was only 2 years old when her father got prosthetic arms. The very same arms holding her now held her when she was younger. She had never thought anything about it. He had always been just dad. His arms had always been just how dad was. No big deal. Her mother had left her father because he was injured in the line of duty and had to use prosthetic arms? All the little verbal barbs her mother had slung her father’s way over the years. Her mother would say things about him when she thought she was not around. Others had told her things her mother had said and she had never believed them. Arianna felt as if her world was shattering slightly. Her whole word view tilted on its axis.

Arianna’s voice trembled but she had made up her mind. She spoke with certainty.

Arianna: “Dad, can I come home to Germany with you? I don’t trust mom. I don’t want to stay with her. Can I live with you while I am recovering?”

Alexander froze, shocked to his core. He thought Arianna had asked to go live with her mother for her recovery. The doctors and staff had told him that it had all been arranged already. He looked over Arianna’s face.

Arianna: “Mom told the doctors I would be coming home with her. She never asked what I wanted Dad. Neither did they. I overheard her on the phone with her friend Karen. She told Karen since my face was all over the news that she didn’t want me to make her look bad. That she had to bring me home while I got better. Please Dad.” Arianna had tears rolling down her face once more. “Mom doesn’t love me anymore either.”

Alexander’s eyes closed as he held her tight again. The pain in his daughter’s face. Alexander might not have been in a position to take care of her when he was going through his own stuff. But he was in a position to do it now. He kissed her on top of the head.

Alexander: “Of course you can Princess. We will need to get a hotel room while we arrange to get you a visa and passport. You can stay in my apartment at headquarters. We have a physical therapist and some cybernetic experts on the team. I will have to check in to see if they can help you continue the therapy you need. I will arrange it. You are my daughter. I will always be here for you. You are always welcome in my home. I will always love you Arianna.”

Alexander closed his eyes as he rocked his daughter as she cried her heart out. What kind of mother says something like that about their child? Alexander thanked his stars that Arianna was nothing like her mother.

Things moved quickly after that. Once Arianna calmed down he sent a message to Mabel and Katherine to join him in the conference room. The two of them helped him make all the arrangements he needed. Starting with a hotel for all of them. He had planned on flying back to Germany this evening. It would take at least 24 hours to get Arianna an emergency Visa. They left the hospital and visited Arianna’s dorm room where Alexander and Katherine packed all of Arianna’s belongings with the help of her roommate.

Alexander was surprised that Dr. Hawthorne took the change in Arianna’s care so well. He connected Dr. Hawthorne with the medical team at Valkyrie about Arianna’s needs. He had already contacted Dr. Montgomery who was pleased to make room in his schedule for Arianna. Dr. Ainsworth was excited to learn more about the prosthetics that Arianna had been given. Alexander was happy with this solution. His daughter would be protected and have the best possible help for her recovery. He would have to be careful not to abuse the privilege. He had asked for help, not demanded it. He asked for volunteers only or recommendations for other doctors that Arianna could see while she was staying with him. He had explained that they would have to do it on their own time. He couldn’t justify taking them away from their work at Valkyrie for her. Arianna had been slightly withdrawn at first but was now looking forward to seeing Germany with excitement. She had never been out of the country. They were back in Germany by Monday morning. Alexander had settled Arianna into his apartment. Mabel had already taken over her grandmotherly duties and shooed Alexander back to work while she gave Arianna the tour and got her security pass settled. Alexander knew better than to argue and there was no better cure for his daughter than Mabel’s warm loving care.




Valkyrie AGR Sport Headquarters: Knight's Office





Alexander knew that his decision to bring Arianna back to Germany was going to make him look bad. He didn’t care. He wouldn’t abandon her when she needed him. He could see how vulnerable she was feeling. Her mother had torn all the security and everything she knew about the world to shreds. He knew his daughter was reeling and feeling very alone by hearing her mother’s true nature. He had always hoped to spare her that particular pain. He sent Leopold a message that he needed to see him about something important. He then sent a message off to Wulfric letting him know his daughter would be staying with him while she recovered. Katherine was already drafting a media response for Valkyrie. Alexander recognized that this might set back his goals for getting the new ship designs off the ground. He needed the support of not just the board but he needed to raise the capital to fund them. He needed to hire additional engineers to support developing new craft while the team continued to race this season. It would take more engineering and mechanical staff than they currently had. He also had to begin filing motions and notifications with the racing league. New ships had to adhere to their rules. There was a long process to get new ship designs approved for racing. Alexander was not winning any popularity awards. There were still board members who didn’t trust him. There was still the mysterious backer for Maier hanging out there as well.

Leopold called Alexander back. Alexander connected the video call.

Alexander looked tired and worried as he took Leopold’s call.

Alexander: “Thank you for calling me back right away Leopold. I have a situation I need you to be aware of. I am handling it to the best of my ability. I could use your advice.”

Alexander looked ragged. His hair was disheveled as if his hands had run through in exasperation. He had dark circles under his eyes. He had been burning the candle at both ends trying to get all his work done and arrange for everything Arianna would need.

Leopold looked concerned: “What’s going on Alexander?”

Alexander: “You know I went to LA because I wanted to be there when my daughter got out of the hospital. I just got back this morning. Leopold, I needed to bring her home with me. She was supposed to move back home with her mother.”

Alexander’s voice cut off as rage suffused his face as he remembered Arianna’s scared voice asking for his help. He will never forget the pain that he saw in his daughter's eyes as she told him her mother didn’t love her. Alexander barely managed to get his shit together. He pushed the anger away and took a deep breath.

Alexander: “That is no longer an option. She still needs to recover and is not ready to be on her own. I brought her home with me. She needs doctors and prosthetics specialists. I have reached out to staff to see if they would be willing to take care of her needs. I emphasized their work at Valkyrie would come first and it would be on a volunteer basis on their personal time. I know the optics on this are bad. But Leopold…” Alexander’s voice broke a little. “She is my daughter. I won’t abandon her when she needs me. I have moved her into my apartment here on campus. I could use your advice.”

Leopold looked shocked and stunned. This was the last thing he thought he would be discussing with Alexander. When he had discussed this issue with him before hiring him, he had assured him that the plan was for Arianna to go home with her mother in the states.

Leopold: “Damn it Alexander! This makes us both look bad. This makes it look like I condoned this and signed off on it.”

Alexander: “I am a father first, Leopold.” Alexander’s jaw clenched hard enough that he thought he cracked a molar. “My daughter just came through a traumatic accident. She overheard her mother telling a friend that the only reason she was allowing her to come home was because everyone had heard her story on the news and it would make her look bad if she didn’t let her daughter come home to recover. My daughter begged me to let her come stay with me. I don’t care how bad it looks. I will work to clean it up as much as I can but my daughter stays with me.”

Leopold searched Alexander’s face and knew he was telling him the truth. That startled him more than he thought it would. He couldn’t help but sympathize with his situation. He sighed.

Leopold: “Damn it Alexander. The timing couldn’t be worse. The work that needs to be done is going to take time and the amount of money needed is going to be astronomical. It will also take a great deal of good will which you were just starting to build. This is going to set us back. You know this.”

Alexander sighed frustrated because he agreed with everything that Leopold was saying. Alexander’s fist came down on his desk. He was so frustrated and he still felt the need to choke the life out of his ex-wife.

Alexander: “What choice do I have? It is the hand I have been dealt.”

Leopold sighed. “I will do what I can to minimize the damage. I hope Katherine is already working on a press release. This is not something we can contain. The rumors are probably already flying around about this. Get ahead of it!”

Alexander could only nod as Leopold cut the call.

Social Media


Victory Racing Lap News has heard rumors coming out of Valkyrie AGR Sport headquarters that Alexander Knight has brought his daughter Arianna Knight back to Valkyrie AGR Headquarters to finish her recovery. Rumors from insider sources confirm that he is using team resources to help her recovery.




OfficeDrone#12: I have heard this rumor.
SuperfanAGR54: That’s wrong! Those resources are for the team.
DantheMan: Knight misappropriated team resources.
Superfan2075: #confused
DadBod89: As a father I understand why, but it's not right.
Hater101: Is Valkyrie paying for her care?
Papabear34: As a father, I get it. As a fan, I am disappointed.
Nana2050: There has to be more to this than we know.
GeorgeFly: #BadKnight
ValkyrieFan56: Maybe this is part of his deal with Valkyrie. He did say in the interview he came back to racing for her.
Weedhead81: Woah! Plot twist! Did someone slip shrooms into my stash?
SexyM@m@5: #disappointed
Paulmulder4eva: I don’t understand why everyone is so upset?
Britball12: #WhiteKnightFails
!YouSlow!: I think we need more details but the optics are bad.
xImFasterthanUx: This news does not make Valkyrie look good.
AGInthusiast: I am so confused. Why is this a big deal? It is not like racing teams don’t look for opportunities to study the impact of cybernetic advances. His daughter qualified for an experimental set. It could be planning for the future.
micheal650004: We don’t know that he is misusing team resources. Just that he has brought her back to recover.
llamalover4life: Do you believe everything the gossip sites say?
ieatAGR: Waiting for more information




Fireteam Poseidon


Chuck “Boomer” Simmons


Adam Stanislaw Kajtanowicz


Vincent Cisse AKA Hawk


Soundtrack: Light Up the Night - The Protomen




Chuck stood just inside the hole he had made into the wall. He held the exit he had made until Shimura had managed to join them and until he had heard back from Adam on whether he needed to hold it. Chuck continued to hold the breach like a moving wall. He decided they were leaving anyway. He emptied all the non lethals he had left into the oncoming waves of soldiers. He would save the heavier ammo for the next part. Sparks of electricity from the taser rounds lighting up the air in the smoke now filling the air. Screams from soldiers caught in his attacks filled the air. Then suddenly there was Shimura emerging from the smoke.

"Well, that'll stop them coming! Rig's cut off now, pumps are set to detonate. It'll make it unstable, so we haven't much time to bail!"

Chuck gave a sigh of relief to see Shimura emerge. He was a new team member but still a team member. Chuck gave him a nod as he watched for incoming enemy fire from behind him.

Chuck told Shimura as he arrived “Nice work. Now for the easy part, leaving.”

The whole rig shook in a warning of its impending demise. Chuck balanced and rode out the wave of shaking trying to throw him off balance.

"Team, we need to leave! We now have a window, but we can't stay long or we'll get swallowed in it! They'll not pump anything from here anymore!"

Vincent: "Merde, the thing is falling into the sea, and I have hostiles all over. Get to the water, I'll put the ramp down but you need to find a way to get to me, fast. I cannot stay long!"

Chuck had just thrown out his last grenade when he heard Adam finally give him the response he had been waiting on. He wouldn’t leave Freya behind if she needed help escaping.

"Boomer, get moving with the others, this place is going to shit, so carve a path back down to the SDV!"

Chuck replied immediately as he moved through the hole to rejoin his part of the team.

“Boomer acknowledges, Creating that path...”

Chuck grabbed his carbine in his left hand and used his right to guide the heavy caliber FunGun. Chuck began to jog back towards the front of the rig where they had come up from the SDV. Chuck laid waste to anyone who came close. His heavy caliber gun took out a drone that had been firing down on them. Explosions rocked the rig as metal began to groan. You could hear metal shearing and twisting. Chuck roared as he put the heavy machine gun to use as he sprayed soldiers on jet skis and in smaller patrol boats. The heavy machine gun put holes in their rides and punched through their soldiers as he made a path for the team to exit. Chuck could feel his armor being ravaged as he drew enemy fire. He did his best to keep moving.

"Boomer, Shimura, Boaro...don't wait on us, we have another way out, meet you at the bottom and get on that fucking boat!"

Chuck frowned and he didn’t like it but he acknowledged the order.

Chuck: “Boomer acknowledges Frigga and Wilk taking an alternative exit.”

A massive explosion rocked the rig, the shockwave throwing Chuck to the ground as the platform began to sink on one side. Chuck was grateful he had packed a spare rebreather since his armor’s integrity was shot to shit by this point. He looked back and saw secondary explosions rocking the platform even more. He was out of time. He hit the latches that would drop his outer armor chest and back plate. He had to ditch his helmet too. The visor opened but the rebreather wouldn’t fit into the opening. That would reduce his weight some. He had lost the flotation devices help for his armor. He stumbled as another explosion rocked the platform. He took a deep breath and jumped. Chuck fell like an ungainly stone. His velocity was broken up on impact with the water with the help of his remaining armor. He hit the ocean kicking up a 20 foot splash. Debris from the rig was falling into the sea around him. He barely managed to dodge a piece of metal railing. He was still sinking like a stone.

He swam hard to get some buoyancy and distance. He managed to get the rebreather attached to his mouth. He took a deep breath as he searched for the SDV. Chuck was an experienced diver and swimmer. He swam away from the danger area around the rig. Swimming was hard, the weight of his remaining armor dragged at his legs. Chuck was able to do it only because of his strength but he was tiring quickly. Chuck had begun to kick for the surface when out of the dark turbulent gloom under the waves came lights from the SDV. He was grateful for the pickup. His legs felt like lead. He grabbed onto the handle on the outside and tapped twice to let the pilot know he was on. He couldn’t talk with the spare rebreather on to give them comms acknowledgement.

The SDV picked up others as Chuck hung onto the outside of it. He tried to kick his legs to aid the SDV’s progress since he didn’t have flotation devices to help with buoyancy. The SDV finally surfaced next to the VTOL. Chuck swam to the ramp. Chuck took out the rebreather and took a deep breath of fresh air. He then got up and helped pull the SDV up the ramp. Chuck waited there to see if anyone needed help getting out of the SDV. He did his best to curb his anxiety.
Skybound!


Fireteam Icarus


Skye Rosalind Lyons

Athena Anna Kanataario

Purna Chai Gurung

Samantha Dalton AKA Chaos


Soundtrack: See You Again - Carrie Underwood

Samantha had finished destroying all the data on Rose and her clones and the Sol Hestia. She had killed all of Rose’s remaining clones in the room before she could hop to any of them. Samantha had finished her work in Rose’s hidden room on the blimp and was moving to rejoin the team when she triggered Rose’s final countermeasure. Rose’s original body was awakened by the deaths of her clones. The clones' deaths armed a pressure plate trap that Samantha had missed. The pressure plate took up most of the middle of the floor on the way to the exit.

Samantha had been hit by 220 volts of electricity that arced up from the metal floor plate up through Samantha’s body. The voltage had been strong enough to jump past Samantha’s combat boots which had nonconductive slip resistant soles. The electricity had arced and jumped to the hidden circuitry in Samantha’s armor. Her armor was designed to collect and direct kinetic energy back into her suit’s systems. The strong voltage had surged into it and blew the circuitry all to hell overloading the built in circuit breakers. The electrical surge had hit her body and climbed it. Samantha’s body had jerked and danced frozen in a lance of electrical fire before the electrical blast cut out, its charge spent. Samantha’s body had cried out in agony before passing out as her body had hit the floor falling away from the pressure plate.

Samantha’s armor smoked where the circuits had been overloaded causing the surrounding material to heat up. Fortunately for Samantha, the ballistic gel lining her suit was nonflammable and dissipated some of the electrical surge but her suit wasn’t designed to compensate for sustained high voltage strikes. Samantha’s body was still twitching as her nerves and muscles responded to the remaining electrical impulses. Her heart beat would flatline and then stutter and give a blip before flatlining again.

Samantha was unconscious and unaware of Skye fighting to save her life. Samantha was flat on her back. The front of her armor had been torn open down her chest. She was unresponsive as Skye started CPR and rescue breathing.

Time was passing slowly for Samantha. Samantha was confused and she was in pain. She opened her eyes and everything was fuzzy and blurry. The light was so bright she could barely see. She closed her eyes again. When she opened them again, she could see the blurry outline of two people approaching. Samantha felt pressure in her chest and gave a deep gasping breath.

Samantha’s consciousness faded again. She heard Skye yelling at her.

"Fuck, stay with me, come on Sam!"

Samantha looked around for Skye. She suddenly felt so weak. She couldn’t talk and barely managed a whisper. “Skye?” She couldn’t find Skye. Everything was blurry again. Her chest felt like it was on fire. Pain was coursing through her body. She faded out again.

Samantha’s eyes opened again and the two blurry figures she saw stepped towards her. She blinked as she recognized them. She didn’t understand why she was laying on the ground. She didn’t seem to be able to stand. “Dad? Sofu?” Samantha had tears running down her face. “I have missed you both so much. How are you here? You both died…” She was sobbing, unable to catch her breath. That horrible pressure was building in her chest once more. Her body shuddered as another harsh gasp forced breath into her body.

Skye had forced another rescue breath into Samantha before continuing CPR.

Samantha winced as pain washed over her taking her father and grandfather’s images away from her. She was crying out “Don’t go!” The words never leaving her lips. Darkness took her away. Slowly a light in the distance grew once more. As the light lit up the area around her, she could see her father and grandfather again. She reached out trying to hold their hands. They leaned down and each took one of her hands.

Samantha couldn’t speak as tears choked her. She could her father’s voice clear as a bell.Then suddenly he was back standing in the light again with her grandfather at his side.

Jake Dalton: “Samantha, I will always love you. You know I will always be a part of you. You have to go back. It is not time to join me yet.”

A new voice reached her. One she barely remembered.

Maria Lopez: “Samantha, I am so sorry we didn’t have much time together. I know growing up without me was so hard for you. I am so proud of the woman you have become. It is not time for you to join me and your father.” Her mother stepped into the light, her arm through her father’s.

Ryuji Takahashi: “Magomusume, please tell Kameko that I am waiting for her. Please share my regret that we didn’t have more time together. She will join me soon enough. But Samantha, it is not time for you to join us yet. You must go back, granddaughter. You have not yet fulfilled your purpose.”

Samantha wanted to protest. She had suffered so much. It is warm and comforting here in their presence. In the presence of those she had lost who loved her. She didn’t want to go back. Only pain and misery waited for her there.

Ryuji Takahashi: “Samantha you know the truth. You know better than to think those thoughts. Even now your new friends are trying to save you. Skye will need you more than ever. My beloved granddaughter. I would spare you this pain if I could. You must go back.”

Samantha fought it but their images grew fuzzy again. That horrible pressure was building again in her chest. A heavy weight held her down. She couldn’t breathe. Darkness took her again.

Samantha’s heartbeat flatlined in the HUD once more. Skye had managed to get the electrodes onto Samantha’s chest. Skye: "Clear!" Samantha’s body bowed up off the ground as Skye hit the button, shocking her heart. Samantha took a deep breath in and let out a blood curdling scream before pain caused her to pass out again. This time though, her heartbeat remained steady.
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