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Corrupt Dictatorship

Postby Trans-Dniesters » Sun Jul 02, 2023 10:41 am

Yakov Leonidovich Yurievsky was not a man who was easily denied. Once he put his mind on something, he would do everything in his power to make sure that it actually happened or came to pass. This was the primary reason why he had attained such high positions in whichever organization he joined, whether it was the Pridnestrovian Ministry of Finance, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, or the boardrooms of some of the oligarch-controlled corporations that sprung up during the country’s privatization efforts in the late 2000s. It could definitely be argued that Yakov Yurievsky had become pivotal in expanding Pridnestrovia’s influence across the multiverse when the country became more involved in said multiverse starting in 2014. After all, with Yurievsky on the board of directors of the Urotovsky-Gatutin General Machine Building Enterprise, UrGa products and other products flying the flag of Pridnestrovia had found their way into other countries, specifically countries that had been visited by the company’s famous Motorsports Division. Vehicles produced by UrGa and its brands like Luxur were now being sold in places such as Hapilopper, Saint Kanye, and the Sherpa Empire, and agricultural equipment (actual agricultural equipment such as tractors and harvesters, not what gets listed in cargo manifests when Pridnestrovian cargo airlines make flights to the less savory and stable corners of the multiverse) had become one of the company’s biggest exports.

Exports, however, weren’t Yurievsky’s only stock in trade. He was also an expert in finding and securing imports that were directly beneficial to Pridnestrovia. It was this particular expertise which had made Yurievsky a de facto member of UrGa’s driver selection committee when the team decided to make its entry into the World Grand Prix Organization, and some might even say that he had the final say in picking the driver whom the team should pursue in terms of getting their signature. UrGa Motorsports had not had a lot of choice going into their very first season of WGP2, namely its third season, with only TJUN-ia’s Lane Carter deciding to take the plunge and embark on a test drive with the team. Things went a little better for the team in Season 4, with a number of drivers actually deciding to join the team’s pre-season test drive, but there was more than just a little confusion throughout the team when it was decided (supposedly with Yurievsky’s input) when they chose to offer their second seat to Major Harry Zoomtwat of Featherstonehaugh Cholmondeley (reportedly pronounced as “Fanshaw Chumley,” according to Yurievsky's sources). Literally no one could see the point of UrGa hiring a driver that looked like he came straight out of a painting depicting the Revolution of 1910 when the people of the Transnistrian Governorate overthrew the governor and installed a republican form of government in his place. There was nothing that Pridnestrovia could offer to Featherstonehaugh Cholmondeley that would make sense in the grand scheme of things (F.C. being a place that appeared to be perpetually stuck in the interwar period) and vice versa. This led to inevitable tensions between Yurievsky and Vasily Gatutin, team principal of UrGa Motorsports' WGPO outfit, as well as between Major Zoomtwat and his teammate Taras Matviyenko. It wasn't until the end of the season that Yurievsky revealed to the rest of the team (the rest of the upper hierarchy anyway) that the reason Zoomtwat had been picked was because the Ministry of Foreign Affairs believed that the major was in possession of the Scepter of Saint Bogdan, a priceless historical and national artifact dating back to the earliest days of the Pridnestrovian proto-state. The scepter was successfully recovered from Zoomtwat's possessions, although he did say before leaving that he had almost had the scepter turned into golf clubs.

The only time that both Yakov Yurievsky and Vasily Gatutin had been in agreement in who to sign for the team came in Season 5 of WGP2, when UrGa offered their second seat to young Shalmaneser Kalhu of Adab. Gatutin had liked how Sal Kalhu had looked in preseason testing and was more than willimg to give the place to the young Adabian in order to develop his pace and racecraft. Yurievsky meanwhile believed that Kalhu's entourage would be a good way for him to get acquainted with the big movers within Adab's government and economy, thus helping him grease the wheels of the entry of Pridnestrovian products into Adab. Yurievsky also hoped to gain access to Adab's oil industry in order to add another source of the very valuable resource into Pridnestrovia's own reserves, but that wasn't the only deal that he managed to get out of the Kalhu signing. As it turned out, Adab was home to a burgeoing ceramics industry, and though most of their production was focused solely on practical day-to-day stuff such as tableware and the like, Yurievsky had been able to convince some makers to start producing ceramic armor plating for the Pridnestrovian military. Most of these consisted of ceramic plates for soldiers' personal body armor, while the rest went into new batches of explosive reactive armor being made for Pridnestrovia's newer tanks. Personal relations between Vasily Gatutin and Saad Kaykali (Sal Kalhu's manager) notwithstanding, this particular partnership between Pridnestrovia and Adab had proven very beneficial for one Yakov Yurievsky.

So now when the time came for UrGa to finally make the leap up into the top tier of open wheel motorsports, WGPC, Yakov Yurievsky expected that he would once again have a say in the process of determining who gets offered a race seat with the team come the new season. However, what Yurievsky didn’t count on was the possibility of Adonis Fitzpatrick, UrGa’s first driver down in WGP2 during Season 5, not driving for the team anymore after he received an offer from Scuderia Orange Cow of Baker Park. UrGa would still hold a preseason test to determine who among their candidates would be the best fit for the team going into Season 20 of WGPC, but because it was now possible that they would need to fill two seats instead of just one as they usually did, Vasily Gatutin decided to take matters into his own hands and offer one seat in the team to a driver whom he had been keeping his eyes on ever since she turned up for a handful of tests with UrGa down in WGP2: Skiia Vialiv.

This time it was Yakov Yurievsky who couldn’t see any reason why UrGa had decided to make the offer to the driver from Tropicorp. As far as he could tell, even though Vialiv was affiliated with Tropicorp, there was no additional incentive at all for the team to bring her in. UrGa was already using tires from Tropicorp Racing Supply; they didn’t seem to be getting any discounts on the tires for as long as Vialiv was with the team. And using Tropicorp engines didn’t appear to be part of the deal as well; UrGa was still running the Preston engines that they had been using for the past three seasons in WGP2 while they worked on finally getting their homegrown engine homologated to WGPO standards and approved for their own use as soon as possible. And, as far as Yurievsky could tell, Vialiv was not in possession of any valuable national or historical artifacts relating to the Pridnestrovian state. For all intents and purposes, the deal between Urotovsky-Gatutin and Skiia Vialiv boggled Yakov Yurievsky’s mind to no end.

However, Yurievsky would have not paid much attention to it were it not for the fact that Adonis Fitzpatrick came back from his tests with both Orange Cow and Tropicorp Colourworks Racing without having received any offers for his efforts. And with Vasily Gatutin having already promised Donny that the Fleftic driver was always welcome to come back to UrGa anytime, it meant that the scheduled UrGa preseason test would now be all for nothing except for maybe a testing or reserve driver role. In that regard, Yurievsky had already had his eyes on two particular drivers through which he could envision a massive windfall with regards to improving Pridnestrovia’s position in the multiversal stage. One of those drivers was young Lilly Nattmordsdottir from the nation of Mlima Kijani. Initial scouting reports had already earmarked Lilly as potentially being able to fit the UrGa design philosophy, and thus she was one of a handful of drivers who received an invitation to test for UrGa in the preseason, but before the test could occur, Lilly announced that she had decided to sign for another team instead, namely Sivaleinen of Mertagne.

Yurievsky honestly saw Lilly Nattmordsdottir as a missed opportunity in the grand scheme of things: Mlima Kijani was a land that, as far as Yurievsky could see (with the help of his friends in the Foreign Ministry), was in dire need of a good helping of order amidst all of the chaos engulfing. Graintfjall had tried to introduce or restore order in the country (depending on who one wanted to believe in geopolitical terms) but with the withdrawal of their troops from conducting counterinsurgency operations in Mlima Kijani, perhaps it was time for another country to introduce their own brand of order to fight against that chaos. After all, it had worked out for both the Federal Republic of Estoria and Ceroat; who said that Mlima Kijani wouldn’t benefit from having at least a dose of Pridnestrovian order within its lands? Such a deal would also have been beneficial for Pridnestrovia considering all of the natural resources in the country just waiting to be exported to a country that would make full use of all of them. Yakov Yurievsky was aware that there was some current of hatred against communism running through Mlima Kijani at the moment, but why was he worried about that? Pridnestrovia was no longer a communist country, the hammer and sickle on its flag notwithstanding.

But the other driver on whom Yurievsky had had his eyes on was a much different kettle of fish compared to Lilly Nattmordsdottir. This other driver not only was an established name in open wheel racing but was also affiliated with one of the most mysterious nations that Yurievsky had ever encountered in his life. The Nexus Wardship of Former Citizens of the Nimbus System was, for lack of a better word, intriguing. Yakov Yurievsky was not overly familiar with the history of the place, but there were snippets that he could remember such as how these people had fled from a place engulfed by war or darkness or whatever and established a new country in this much more peaceful corner of the multiverse. And along with themselves, they had brought along something called Imagination (with a capital letter I) that, to the Nimbans, was both power source and object of religious devotion. Imagination was for all intents and purposes, as far as Yurievsky could tell, the god of the Nimbans, and it was the cornerstone upon which the rest of their society was built.

Olivia Stone was from the Nexus Wardship, and not only was she already a proven race winner in WGPO, but she also had some sort of connection to this Imagination that she and her fellow Nimbans revered so much. Again, Yurievsky had little if any clue as to the extent of this relationship between Stone and Imagination, but from what material he had managed to scrounge up, Nimbans were capable of manipulating Imagination to suit their own needs. Yakov didn’t know if this ability was innate only to Nimbans themselves or if it could be taught to an outsider, but it was the personal use of Imagination that had made Yurievsky cast his eyes upon Olivia Stone in the first place. He was aware that the Nimbans utilized Imagination in their racing teams and products, but of course he wasn’t familiar with the ins and outs of the business. He did know that their funny-looking Chase Cutters (the race cars with eight wheels, four at the front and four at the back) were powered by Imagination, and that their racing tires were also imbued with Imagination, however that works. It was the aforementioned use of Imagination, as well as personal manipulation of the stuff, that truly intrigued Yurievsky and planted the seeds of what he had hoped would have been another fruitful partnership in his mind.

Yakov Yurievsky had seen Olivia Stone’s participation in the Lumberjack Challenge in Tropicorp, how she had managed to chop through a massive log with only two or three swings of an axe. Yakov knew that not even the sharpest and newest axes would have been able to do that, even in the hands of the biggest and most muscular lumberjack known to man, and his suspicions were confirmed when he ordered a detailed analysis of footage of the event. There was a distinctive blue glow on the edge of the axe blade, a sure sign that Imagination was at play. Such use of Imagination only confirmed to Yurievsky that the things that he had been formulating in his mind were not possible but actually doable. Ever since he had heard of the possible properties of Imagination, Yurievsky had envisioned a Pridnestrovian military armed with equipment imbued or infused with Imagination. He imagined a soldier using Imagination to turn his bullets into unstoppable copper or lead slugs while at the same time making his own body armor absolutely impenetrable to the enemy’s own weaponry. He saw tanks with Imagination-infused armor and covered by another layer of the blue protection produced by the crew’s mental efforts shrugging off direct hits from enemy armor. Fortresses could hold out against enemy bombardment indefinitely under a shield of Imagination. And if petroleum products infused with Imagination could produce a cleaner and more efficient burn, imagine what Imagination-infused explosives could do? Or even Imagination-infused uranium and plutonium?

In any other season, Olivia Stone would have been a no-brainer for the second seat at Urotovsky-Gatutin Motorsports Division. But Vasily Gatutin, in his infinite “wisdom,” decided to go for the driver whom he had always wanted to sign instead of the driver whose appearance in UrGa would make the most benefit for both Pridnestrovia and the driver’s registered country. And everyone in the team, even Yakov Yurievsky himself, was absolutely sure that there was no way that Olivia Stone would go for a position in which she would be relegated to a reserve and testing role in a team with two WGPC rookies in the actual race seats. So the reserve role was offered to one Nepö Kinder instead, and Stone unfortunately remained a free agent going into the new season. However, as it happened, the first two races of the season saw Gatutin’s golden girl Vialiv unable to score any points at all while Donny Fitzpatrick claimed a podium in his very first WGPC race, and once again Yurievsky saw an opportunity to make right what had gone wrong. To that end, Yurievsky wrote a letter (or more specifically an email) to Stone, first apologizing for the fact that she and every other driver that took part in the UrGa test had been misled into thinking that they were getting an opportunity to drive for the team, and then informing her that he was working on a possible deal for her to come into the team and replace Vialiv at the halfway point of the season.

However, Yakov Yurievsky may have underestimated the extent of the power that Nimban Imagination actually held because in the race immediately following his email to Olivia Stone, Skiia Vialiv defied all of the odds and won her home race at the Cocoabo Park Circuit in the Cocoabo Preservation Grand Prix. Even with his famed silver tongue, there was simply no way that Yakov could spin that into anything that would remotely resemble Olivia Stone even having a ghost of a chance to take Vialiv’s place in UrGa come the second half of the season. Not even the fact that both UrGa cars failed to finish in the points in the very next race in Diarcesia would have persuaded the board of directors of the greater Urotovsky-Gatutin conglomerate that getting rid of Skiia Vialiv now was a good idea. And it seemed that Stone herself might have gotten cold feet because she didn’t respond to Yurievsky in the week leading up to the Ramngardian Grand Prix, and then come the weekend of the Nimban Grand Prix, Olivia’s home race, she dropped the bombshell that she had instead decided to sign for a testing and reserve role for another team, specifically Cygnus Motorsport of Esmerel. At the same time, Yurievsky replied a short and curt reply from one Baxen Aurora, whom he vaguely recalled being part of Stone’s entourage, thanking Yurievsky for the information and stating that the Pridnestrovian would be hearing from the Nimbans soon.

Yakov didn’t really know which rankled him more, Aurora’s short and almost dismissive email reply or the fact that Stone decided to take a reserve role for another team with two WGPC rookies against all of UrGa’s expectations. Everyone in UrGa was so sure that Stone wouldn’t do that for them, and yet that was exactly what she did for Cygnus when they came calling. No matter Stone’s reasons for doing that, Yakov Yurievsky could see that that was the door of opportunity being slammed shut in his face. The Nexus Wardship was sitting on perhaps the biggest and most powerful resource that mankind would ever know, more powerful than even oil or stable isotopes of radioactive elements, yet Yurievsky believed that they were letting it all go to waste in personal or racing applications. It all seemed like a massive waste to him. The Nexus Wardship could have made itself one of the most powerful nations in the multiverse if only they extended the usage of Imagination to its logical conclusion. And, had Pridnestrovia managed to get a deal going with the Nexus Wardship through Olivia Stone, Yurievsky would make sure that it did indeed head for the logical conclusion. But for the meantime, the “financial advisor” of Urotovsky-Gatutin Motorsports would have to sit back and bide his time.

But just when it looked as if one door of opportunity had closed, another one had been opened up for Yakov Yurievsky.

Yurievsky had thought that the ship had sailed on the possibility of ever bringing Lilly Nattmordsdottir into the team when she signed for Sivaleinen before she had even set foot in an UrGa car, but when she had gotten involved in an incident with UrGa’s own Adonis Fitzpatrick, Yakov realized that the racing gods might be telling him something here. He had failed to land the fish that he truly wanted the most in the form of Olivia Stone, but there was nothing stopping him from casting his line into the water yet again and coming up with an equally worthy and useful catch in the form of the Kijani driver instead. He might not be able to bring Lilly into the team this season thanks to Skiia Vialiv’s victory in her home race as well as scoring points for UrGa in Crossbay yet again, but who was to say that her contract would get extended into next season?

The hunter may have been denied his prize, but he had just found new prey, and he was now on his way to stalk his new target.

Armed with a renewed sense of purpose, Yakov Yurievsky started composing another email.

TO: Lillý Náttmörðsdóttir
FROM: Yurievsky Yakov Leonidovich
SUBJECT: Apologies

Здравствуйте. I am Yakov Leonidovich Yurievsky, and I am the financial advisor of the Urotovsky-Gatutin Motorsports Division. First of all, allow me to extend my deepest and most sincere apologies to yourself and your team, Sivaleinen, for the unfortunate incident involving yourself and one of our drivers, Adonis Fitzpatrick. Allow me to say that I personally believe that the incident was not your fault at all, although some in the team that I represent may think otherwise. And I also do not believe it to be deliberate in any way or form on your part. These things happen in motorsport all the time, and I am sure that you or one of your team representatives would say the same to my team if our positions were reversed.

Secondly, delivering the apologies of Urotovsky-Gatutin Motorsports is not the only reason why I have decided to reach out to you. There is something else that I have in mind, something that relates to your future in this sport. However, it is not something that I feel comfortable discussing via electronic means, not at this junction at least. If you have any time in your busy schedule to fit in a personal meeting with me at the Akresna Circuit in Auruna then that would be most agreeable. However, if your schedule is busy then, feel free to inform me of a time and place in which you would like to meet with me and continue this discussion.

Respectfully yours,
Yakov Leonidovich Yurievsky

To be continued…
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Postby Auruna » Sun Jul 02, 2023 11:07 am

Karalinne, Auruna

The sound of a high-revving motorcycle engine wails through the cityscape of Karalinne as after picking up Sam Blaatschappen from the station, Laura took her teammate around her home city for some sight seeing and generally hanging out before the race weekend at Akresna, taking some time off from their busy schedule. It was early in the day, the streets were mostly empty (due to the upcoming race), and they could go anywhere they want. Laura had planned some stuff the night before and after a quick stop at a cafe for some coffee and pastries, they were on their way to their first destination.

The road they took cut through a picturesque forest with the sun beaming through the gaps in the leaves, a serene place just next to a bustling city. They would stay there no longer as at the end of the forest, their destination is revealed at the distance - Kara Castle, known locally as... Karalinne, said to be the namesake of the city and the entire province. After parking, Laura and Sam enter the castle compound, wandering around the well-preserved landmark. It has been a while since Laura last came to the castle and so she excitedly walks around with Sam following close behind, taking a closer look at certain displayed items that piqued her interest. And after a while, they stumble upon a cafe called Linnekähväikkö (Castle Cafe) where they took a quick break.

While at the cafe, Sam asked where they will go after. "Keeping up with the historical side for now - a museum is next on the list." Laura replied before downing a cup of coffee like it's nothing. "Kÿö! Etterää!" ("Right! Let's go!")

After leaving Kara Castle, the two are back on the road, on their to their next destination in this Karalinne trip. They soon entered the education district of Karalinne, an area with a lot of educational institutions but before passing through it, they made a quick visit to a park with several displayed tanks due to Laura's recent rising interest in armoured vehicles. When Laura got her satisfaction from climbing on top of one of the displayed tanks after making sure that it was allowed, the two continued with their trip. They pass by some notable schools in Karalinne like Jarukko-Zäreköimaankoulea and Laura's former school, Näkirakoska Academy with Laura giving a lot of detail to Sam like a tour guide during the trip.

Soon, they finally reach Karalinne Museum near the edge of the district where Sam learned about Karalinne being the centre of Aurun military and general technological development (comparable to more industrialised cities like Novinaya and Sterlennau) ever since the time of the Kingdom of Auruna and being its original capital before it was replaced by Veratuna, and it was the disputed home to early Aurun culture.

"I see," Sam said as they left the museum. She knew that her homeland's history went back much further than this, but it was still an interesting bit of trivia nonetheless. "And you say these folk races are pretty popular here?"
Credits to Diarcesia for this part.

"Yeah!" Laura replied. "It's basically the only way to start racing here in Karalinne. There are no actual permanent circuits here so the unpaved roads were the only choice which is why rallying is big here." As Laura said that, an idea popped up in her mind. "Let me take you to one!"

Later, Laura took Sam to a local folk racing competition that is being held nearby. The sound of the cars' engines became more prominent as they approached the venue. A banner welcomed them at the entrance, Kiirumäärkÿnvästeillää (Silver Dragon Challenge, named after one of the nicknames given to local motorsport legend Aina Haukanna) it read with Laura translating it for Sam and joking that it isn't using the full form of Kiirujaanhimaanmäärikkÿnvästeillää before the two entered with free admission.

Exhaust smoke and dust fill the air as the races occurred back to back being in a format similar to officially sanctioned rallycross events. The crowd of spectators watch from the sides and cheer on the drivers. Laura and Sam eventually found a spot overlooking the entire course, providing a great view of the event. They join in on the crowd, watching the races and soon, joining in with the cheering as it got intense with drivers, who are as young as 14, drove aggressively in order to win and crashes were expected for a full-contact motorsport.

Laura blended in well with the local crowd, cheering and chanting in Aurun as Sam just watched the spectacle happening infront of her eyes. She was enjoying it but not as much as Laura. It went on for hours until the eventual winner was crowned. After the races concluded, Laura went to check out the cars and talk to the drivers before they started buying each other's cars and the arrival of several rally teams' representatives to recruit future talent. Sam just tagged along, following Laura as she went around the venue and joining in on the conversation every now and then with Laura translating for her.

The two enjoyed their time at the event. "Thanks for coming with me!" Laura said as they left the venue. "I hope we can do this again. Maybe in the off-season or something, it's just fun hanging out with you." And while walking back to the parking area, Laura offered Sam to go to lunch with her, to which Sam agreed to before getting on Laura's motorcycle.

"Heh... kÿö! Etterää täkä!" ("Well then! Let's go!")



Akresna Circuit, Akresna, Auruna
Aurunair Aurun Grand Prix
Qualifying


Sÿräi töiveiseet... (High hopes...)

Practice looked promising and Viska hoped it will translate well into qualifying and especially at the race. Sara showed her great pace and Aaron looked to be back into his senses posting times well within the top ten fastest in practice, it was something that Jöna liked and his time is looking to have a relatively positive race weekend. Then it's all down to their performance in qualifying. If they follow their recent trend, they might be qualifying low once again. It isn't easy to stomach but it still has a high possibility of happening and they could do nothing about it. They could only hope.

For qualifying, they return to the traditional format which is basically a time attack which is forgiving for any mistakes but necessary for a track like Akresna. Viska first sent out Aaron to do his laps as Jan and Nils work on the setup for Sara's car a bit further before locking it in when they send her out. With plenty of time, they proceed to do some small tweaks for the optimal setup as they have all the data about the circuit. It was an odd choice to do this but Nils confidently said, while working on the car. "We only need one lap this time."

Meanwhile, Aaron's times improved. "You've driven this track plenty of times, you can do it!" Esko cheered on, encouraging Aaron before the start of his flying laps. And as he crosses the line, Esko goes quiet on the radio, leaving the rookie to do his flying lap by himself with all his focus being on trying to qualify as high as he possibly can and this one is probably one of his only chances to do that.

With a new chassis under him, a new engine powering him from behind, and a team that still has hope in him, he feels that he shouldn't let everyone down. After negotiating the hill section of the circuit, he descends into the fastest section. His car in hotlap mode, Aaron pushes through Valley Run and taking good care not to crash at around 17 and 18 in high speed. Remembering Kinu's tip by Kaulinta until Entenalla, Aaron manages to shave off a few tenths off of his current fastest time. Exiting from the wide line at Entenalla, he activates DRS at the start/finish straight to finally set his personal best of the session when he crossed the line.

"1:42.826. That's good kid! Great work! You can go for another one if you want to but clear the way for Sara, she was finally sent out."

During Aaron's lap, the team finally sent Sara out after getting a thumbs up from Nils that the car is ready to go. Jan immediately hops on the radio. "We're going Mode 8 for our flying lap, set balance to two clicks back and hybrid to HL. Onnettuaa!" ("Good luck") He said as Sara exited the pit lane, into the maws of Akresna's hills.

The team sat and watched as their lead driver warms up in her out-lap, bracing themselves for the actual flying lap soon afterwards. Meanwhile, the junior drivers present watched alongside the team, looking to see how they will perform and what they will do in this conditions. The buildup was a grueling wait.

"Looks like we have a clear path ahead." Jan informed Sara as she rounds the final corner and upon reaching the line, he uttered the all too familiar phrase. "Täitä etteremät!" Before he went quiet, leaving Sara to focus on her lap.

Sara easily took care of the first couple of corners before ascending up into the hills, having faith with her machine, she tackles Sector 2 head on. Navigating through the section with skillful driving as she shows her experience. Sara had the fastest lap in the previous Aurun Grand Prix and it was time to match it... or even better, to surpass it. It was a lap of complete focus and Jan knew it from the beginning remaining radio silent for the entire duration of the lap. After descending into Sector 3, it was a perfect time to show how the new chassis will perform with her behind the wheel.

The Re:Genesis engine screams through the straights, reminding Hori that it still had a chance and it's willing to prove itself at home as it powers Sara's VK-03H/B through the final sector. The final few corners were no challenge by this point although the people back at the garage are biting their nails, not knowing what the result will be and only the ones at the pitwall stood confident. We got this. It was clear in their mind.

Sara rounds the final corner, then crossing the line to the cheers of local fans. During her cooldown lap, the crackle of the radio filled her ears until Jan's voice cleared the airwaves. "Time is 1:42.557. It wasn't enough for pole but that's P2!" And as soon as Jan said that, the VIska garage broke out in cheer. "And Aaron qualified P3, great job you two!" He added as he continues to congratulate the two.

Only Brendan Faloe managed to beat the Viska duo but it was more than enough for the team after their struggles in the first half of the season. Many were relieved and finally had something to celebrate. While the race is where results matter more, the feeling of qualifying high couldn't be denied. Even so, it is still an advantage, something which Viska should be able to use well.

"The eagle is back in flight." Jöna said to Artur after the results were finalised. "Let's use it well, we may never have another chance like this again for this season. We always did our best and this time, fate smiled upon us."

"It definitely feels weird back at the top, even for a brief moment but..."

"Täitä... täitä etteremät."
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Postby Valentine Z » Sun Jul 02, 2023 11:36 am

Part 10 – Practice does not give Perfection, but a little leeway. And that is okay.

1st Cpt. Angela Stella Trista Josephine Natalie Rv. E. Tps. “The Eternal Explorer” Bethany Alyssa Valeska Payton. Mikayla Gosling Josie Rowan Serenity Chelsea Lynette Hannah Tan Fang Ling’s fascination with the Nimban world still has not ran out, and there are reasons not to. After all, the country – Nexus Wardship of Former Citizens of the Nimbus System (at least, the name that she got from her readings) – was a place just a bit like Valentine Z, in that it seems to have a good harmony between technology and magic, though for Nexus Wardship’s case, it would seem like magic – Imagination, as they call it – is a lot more prominent and common compared to Valentine Z’s traits of “tech first, magic complementary”. Still, that has not changed her view negatively, and instead she loved travelling and going around the place, at least as far as her visas and travel documents provided. Complying with rules of the place (just like with the other countries), Angela made sure that all of the dangerous and offensive (in terms of attacking, not obscene) artefacts that she often carries in her spaceship were left behind at her home back in her country, and instead she was more than happy to house a couple of ornaments and other harmless items that she can always show off to everyone else around her. Still, that is all on not very important on what is happening next.

Angela took a couple of look at the race course itself. It was certainly not her first time to race on the Crossbay Circuit, for she had done it before in the previous season of WGP2. The scenery itself is more than nice, out of all of the worlds and places that she has visited. The course was, once again, familiar. Turns 3 to 7 were the ones that she thought she would have a bit of a problem with, but it would be turns 16-17 that would screw her up quite a lot. She studied the course for an hour more or two, and perhaps even thought of driving on the simulations for a few hours after that. It won’t be the same as driving on the race course itself during practice and qualifying sessions, but as always, more practice is always welcome. Even when she still presented herself in a somewhat confident matter, Angela knew full well that she was not the same and bubbly self. Perhaps it was the pressure that was on her from the racing; there is also the aforementioned fear about Cole and other staff around Cygnus wondering what Dr. Emerson sees in Angela; and of course, there is also the fact that Brendan has already been taking points, while she was still stuck at a big full zero. Contemplating all of this was a bit of a stress-inducing exercise, and it took her watching a movie or two (the ones she got from her trips across the multiverse) to calm her nerves down. After all, she could always use a movie about determination and winning, and perhaps ones on dealing with defeat and having to navigate around with all those eyes watching her, not saying anything but very definitely scrutinizing her.

Fast forward to the post-race, right after the podium celebrations and announcements, Angela was looking at the scoreboard eagerly, then with a little bit of resentment. Her placement netted her a single point – the first one ever in this season. On the other hand, Brendan has gotten himself another 8 points. “This is just great,” she thought to herself, the resentment coming back in full force. To be clear, it was not so much because Brendan was doing better than her; it was the fact that Brendan was doing A LOT better than her, and that she was still stuck with “a single pathetic point”, in her own thoughts and remarks. There was a bit of a celebration with the Cygnus staff, that is for sure. However, she could not help but feel that more cynical eyes were on her, going back to what the other staff are thinking of her, worse is her indirectly causing scrutiny towards Dr. Emerson, again on what he sees in her.

She strolled along rather slowly, having already been out of her firesuit and quickly back in her casual attire. Her footsteps were relatively heavy on the garage floors and in the meeting rooms, and it was obvious that she had a lot of things in her mind. It even went to that part where she completely ignored what Brendan said to her. “Angela!” Brendan tried to approach his teammate, as the rest of the room also celebrated her achievement. “Nice job on your first point; it’ll only get better from here.” The gesture was appreciated but she simply could not help herself. Perhaps one day, perhaps during the practice session itself, but with Olivia Stone having replaced Brendan just as a test driver for those two sessions, Angela was not sure as to if she should approach Brendan right after the meeting. She would wait, she thought to herself. After the practice, then she will try to have a bit of a somewhat heartfelt talk.

With the end of the two practice sessions at Astena Asterwynth Circuit – which Angela did pretty well with an 6th and 12th respectively, she made her way to where she think Brendan was taking a break or practicing. Few knocks on his room’s door, followed by announcing herself. “Hey, err, Brendan! It’s me, Angela. I err.. I was wondering if you would like to talk a little, you know? Just between two teammates, and maybe even between two friends!” That last part, she thought. Why did she say that? Okay, she had no problems being his friend, but that came out rather awkward, more awkward than she originally thought. “Anyway, I’m sorry for ignoring you that other day, in that previous race. I just had a lot of things on my mind, and I was… I think it will be better if we just have a bit of a chat, if you are free right now, of course.” With that, should Brendan accept the offer to hang out for that day, Angela would open up to Brendan on what she has really been feeling all this while – the scrutiny that she felt that she was getting, letting the team down, and only scoring that single point. Sure, Brendan told her that there will be many more to come, but she was unsure as to how true that might become. With all this going on, she also felt the plight of her fellow Valentian, Adriana, whose car acted out on her and DNFed as soon as she nearly finish her 1st lap.
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Postby Hapilopper » Sun Jul 02, 2023 2:08 pm

The HNE Half-Mile, Hapilopper City
The weekend between the midseason test and the race in Auruna
All things considered, dropping by the HNE Half-Mile for their weekly show was a nice change of pace for Rudy Edwards. He wasn’t going to race, he was going just to watch a night full of dirt track racing. He needed to get away from the World Grand Prix world for a good bit of time. His confidence was shot. The Preston team, once so full of confidence and once so full of hope for the season, were looking for explanations why the team had run so poorly this season. Some suggested the car wasn’t up to snuff. Others suggested the drivers were underachieving due to whatever personal demons they were dealing with. And some suggested that there was no way Preston could compete with cars that were obviously illegal.

It was so bad that Rudy was considering leaving the World Grand Prix world entirely, and so was Preston Autos. There weren’t many seats available in NSSCRA, if any at all, and leaving for HASCAR or the Hapilopper Championship Series felt like a step down for him, a tacit admission that he was a failed international driver.

And meanwhile, executives within the Preston Autos organization had set up a meeting, set for the day after the Auruna Grand Prix, to determine their future within the World Grand Prix Championship. They were an organization that ran at the front of the pack, period. There was no excuse for not running up front – whether it was illegal cars up front, or personnel not doing their jobs right, or a car that probably wasn’t what it was supposed to be. Not many people knew about the meeting. Rudy certainly didn’t, and neither did the media. Marty Lewis, however, did, and was very visibly forlorn during the midseason test.

Rudy hadn’t expected to see Marty or anyone else within the team at the Half-Mile. So when Rudy ran into Marty in the infield, it kind of threw him off kilter. Even more so was the fact that Marty was in the company of another driver.

His name was Ken Wilson, and was one of the top drivers in the Dominion Outlaw Series’ Sprint Car series. In the 38 nights of racing held by the series, Wilson had won 12 feature races, including the last three in a row. A track like the HNE Half-Mile, a high-speed dirt oval, was perfect for his rip-the-top style of driving, where he would run full bore alongside the outside wall, gently juking the wheel to the right as it slid through the corners, using the dirt cushion for some extra traction.

And Marty seemed intrigued by this driver, even though winged dirt sprint cars seemed so wildly different from single-seat open wheel road racing cars. A popular talking head within the Hapiloppian motorsport community, years before, was quoted as saying that dirt sprint car racing was “motorsport for the chemically imbalanced.” That wasn’t a potshot at the sport, nor was it meant to be. It was a commentary on how insane the discipline was. The cars, powered by 410 cubic inch V8 engines, carried as much power as top-flight, fully-boosted WGPC engines, in a package that only weighed 1,400 pounds – nearly 400 pounds less than a WGPC car. There were no mirrors. There were no spotters. There was no electronic gauges. The only aerodynamic assistance came in the form of a massive wing on the top of the car, that the driver could adjust with a dial.

And when the green flag came out on 25 of these beasts on a given evening, it always seemed like craziness was going to unfold.

Marty Lewis had an idea that a dirt sprint car ace could make a great World Grand Prix Championship star. Many sprint car drivers – especially in years past, fancied themselves as future aces of the Hapilopper Championship Series, but eventually a gulf widened between open-wheel short track racing and the top form of open-wheel racing in Hapilopper, so road racing stars started taking the place of drivers that had slid sprint cars sideways through the dusty turns of dirt tracks across the Dominion. Marty, and some certain racing purists, however, believed that a dirt sprint car ace still had what it took to win in a single-seater.

“Hello, Rudy,” Marty said as he spotted his lead driver. “I want you to meet Ken Wilson. We’re going to try to put him in a WGP2 seat next season and see how he’ll do.”

“Great to meet you, Ken,” Rudy said to Wilson, a hint of trepidation moving about his voice. “Think you can make it?”

“I sure hope so,” Wilson said through a rugged voice, weathered by a three pack-a-day cigarette vice. “It’s a big difference but I think we can make it work.”

“We haven’t announced anything yet, but we’re looking at putting him in a WGP2 seat for next season,” Marty explained. “We’ll be talking to a few WGP2 teams and asking them what we need to do to put him in a seat.”

“Marty…” Rudy started. But Marty wasn’t done.

“I mean, we think he’s got what it takes and we’d like to see him get his shot…”

“Marty?” Rudy asked again.

“…dirt racers don’t really get the respect they deserve in the international realm,” Marty continued. “I mean, Drake Stevenson is a great dirt racer who became a NSSCRA champion, but we think a sprint car racer would be even better suited to running in the World Grand Prix Championship, and…”

“MARTY!” Rudy shouted.

“What?” Marty asked, realizing that Rudy had been trying to ask him a question.

“What does that mean for me?” Rudy asked. “What does that mean for the team? I’m not getting replaced, am I?”

“I’ll know more when we get back from Auruna,” Marty said sadly. “I’ve got a meeting with Preston executives the day after the race. Right now, I’m trying to look at the next generation of Preston Grand Prix. Trust me on this, Rudy. Trust this process. We’re in a slump but we don’t have to stay in a slump. We feel we can get another Hapiloppian driver out there running in the WGPC. We want to keep you and we want to keep Archer. But if we can’t, we’ve got to move on. Period.”
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TT's Peculiar Experience: Rubber Soul Drive

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Theodora stands up from her seat, facing a projector screen. She has just finished giving an overview of the current situation at the field locations in the Wardship: while they are still in the process of figuring out what is going on over there, she says that there were some insights to be gained from the incident report and other information gathered so far. Her eyes shift around as she looks for any signs of disagreement or approval; "So we know," Theodora reads verbatim from the paper she's holding after receiving no objections yet, "that this problem seems to have originated within one part only—the neuropsychological processes that develop specifically when one spends a significant amount of a human lifespan within proximity of large concentrations of Imagination. We've heard that the Nimbans are making progress on the 'why' on their end, but as far as we know they haven't found out yet what exactly is going on there. And even if we did know, it would be impossible to replicate it here."

She waits for the other people in the room to process her previous statement: "We also know that there are several results of this problem that seem to be impossible to comprehend within a non-Nimban's perspective. For example, we can't find any signs of pure Imagination dulling the Diarcesian staff's senses: there is simply none! We can't explain why that is, but it's the facts. We also know from the Nimbans that this problem has been solved in a matter of days—and seemingly independently from our efforts here at HQ." She scratches her head; "I don't want to sound arrogant, but I think we have done enough," she says with confidence before continuing: "We need to assist our partners! That's our new objective!"

Theodora turns around towards one corner of the room where someone stands wearing an attire similar to hers. She recognizes her immediately: it is Edith, one of the physiologists in the company, who had returned to Diarcesia from the Wardship only hours earlier after spending some time investigating the phenomenon there. She walks over quickly while greeting everyone present in the room; “Edith!” The two hug each other tightly while smiling broadly; “Welcome back!” adds Theodora upon releasing herself from their embrace. “Good to be back,” Edith replies. “We needed you in the field! I mean in the Wardship."

The physiologist turns towards her coworkers listening intently to their conversation: "I know that some of us are going on a business trip soon and will be staying there for a while—so we'll try not to leave anyone behind. But otherwise, we have enough people to figure out what is going on and how we can move forward. From the short time I spent in there, it seems that everyone has been working tirelessly so far. And from what little I know about the Nimbans... they seem pretty nice. Very friendly too! Although they are very meticulous," she adds with a shrug as her eyes light up: "I don't think we'll be seeing the In Motion folks leaving the partnership any time soon."

Theodora nods in agreement; 'That's good news then!"

The Nexus Wardship

Théotime takes off his shoes as he walks into Phoenician's field workshop in the Wardship, then puts on a pair of protective socks to replace the one he currently wears before wearing his shoes again and putting his feet into the floor depression where the machines are. He asks one of the technicians, who is currently cleaning a Blackbird tyre with a mixture of detergent and water, to allow him to inspect the item after it's cleaned and use the machine afterwards. He then enters the garage with the test cars, walks over to a shelf full of tools, picks one of them up in both hands and looks at it for a moment before walking back out again.

He returns after having closed his eyes for a few seconds; he is still holding that tool in front of him as if he had forgotten about it already. He puts it down on the floor next to where some other equipment are lying around. Théotime then gets into place behind what appears like an easel-like structure with a large piece of paper covering it, and puts his hands on both sides. He pushes the board forward, revealing a set of drawings beneath: one shows an arcane-looking chart of associated concepts pertaining to the Blackbird rubber-Imagination composite material; another is much more simple, featuring just some basic shapes that are meant to represent different tread shapes.

The mechanic who was cleaning the tyre arrived and looks at them for several seconds before realizing what he's looking at: "Oh! Right!" he says out loud to himself as if he had forgotten about what task was ahead next. "It's ready!" he says to Théotime.

"Appreciated," he answered mindlessly, as he pondered on the concept chart.

Encouragement of Drive: Next Grand Prix

Auruna wrote:Karalinne, Auruna

The sound of a high-revving motorcycle engine wails through the cityscape of Karalinne as after picking up Sam Blaatschappen from the station, Laura took her teammate around her home city for some sight seeing and generally hanging out before the race weekend at Akresna, taking some time off from their busy schedule. It was early in the day, the streets were mostly empty (due to the upcoming race), and they could go anywhere they want. Laura had planned some stuff the night before and after a quick stop at a cafe for some coffee and pastries, they were on their way to their first destination.

The road they took cut through a picturesque forest with the sun beaming through the gaps in the leaves, a serene place just next to a bustling city. They would stay there no longer as at the end of the forest, their destination is revealed at the distance - Kara Castle, known locally as... Karalinne, said to be the namesake of the city and the entire province. After parking, Laura and Sam enter the castle compound, wandering around the well-preserved landmark. It has been a while since Laura last came to the castle and so she excitedly walks around with Sam following close behind, taking a closer look at certain displayed items that piqued her interest. And after a while, they stumble upon a cafe called Linnekähväikkö (Castle Cafe) where they took a quick break.

While at the cafe, Sam asked where they will go after. "Keeping up with the historical side for now - a museum is next on the list." Laura replied before downing a cup of coffee like it's nothing. "Kÿö! Etterää!" ("Right! Let's go!")

After leaving Kara Castle, the two are back on the road, on their to their next destination in this Karalinne trip. They soon entered the education district of Karalinne, an area with a lot of educational institutions but before passing through it, they made a quick visit to a park with several displayed tanks due to Laura's recent rising interest in armoured vehicles. When Laura got her satisfaction from climbing on top of one of the displayed tanks after making sure that it was allowed, the two continued with their trip. They pass by some notable schools in Karalinne like Jarukko-Zäreköimaankoulea and Laura's former school, Näkirakoska Academy with Laura giving a lot of detail to Sam like a tour guide during the trip.

Soon, they finally reach Karalinne Museum near the edge of the district where Sam learned about Karalinne being the centre of Aurun military and general technological development (comparable to more industrialised cities like Novinaya and Sterlennau) ever since the time of the Kingdom of Auruna and being its original capital before it was replaced by Veratuna, and it was the disputed home to early Aurun culture.

"I see," Sam said as they left the museum. She knew that her homeland's history went back much further than this, but it was still an interesting bit of trivia nonetheless. "And you say these folk races are pretty popular here?"
Credits to Diarcesia for this part.

"Yeah!" Laura replied. "It's basically the only way to start racing here in Karalinne. There are no actual permanent circuits here so the unpaved roads were the only choice which is why rallying is big here." As Laura said that, an idea popped up in her mind. "Let me take you to one!"

Later, Laura took Sam to a local folk racing competition that is being held nearby. The sound of the cars' engines became more prominent as they approached the venue. A banner welcomed them at the entrance, Kiirumäärkÿnvästeillää (Silver Dragon Challenge, named after one of the nicknames given to local motorsport legend Aina Haukanna) it read with Laura translating it for Sam and joking that it isn't using the full form of Kiirujaanhimaanmäärikkÿnvästeillää before the two entered with free admission.

Exhaust smoke and dust fill the air as the races occurred back to back being in a format similar to officially sanctioned rallycross events. The crowd of spectators watch from the sides and cheer on the drivers. Laura and Sam eventually found a spot overlooking the entire course, providing a great view of the event. They join in on the crowd, watching the races and soon, joining in with the cheering as it got intense with drivers, who are as young as 14, drove aggressively in order to win and crashes were expected for a full-contact motorsport.

Laura blended in well with the local crowd, cheering and chanting in Aurun as Sam just watched the spectacle happening infront of her eyes. She was enjoying it but not as much as Laura. It went on for hours until the eventual winner was crowned. After the races concluded, Laura went to check out the cars and talk to the drivers before they started buying each other's cars and the arrival of several rally teams' representatives to recruit future talent. Sam just tagged along, following Laura as she went around the venue and joining in on the conversation every now and then with Laura translating for her.

The two enjoyed their time at the event. "Thanks for coming with me!" Laura said as they left the venue. "I hope we can do this again. Maybe in the off-season or something, it's just fun hanging out with you." And while walking back to the parking area, Laura offered Sam to go to lunch with her, to which Sam agreed to before getting on Laura's motorcycle.

"Heh... kÿö! Etterää täkä!" ("Well then! Let's go!")

"It seems like an interesting way for people to get into motorsports," Sam conceded. To Laura, she appeared uninterested, but what's really happening was that she was flabbergasted. She had difficulty comprehending the lack of structure in getting one set up for success in racing. Sam's meteoric ascent in the Diarcesian scene was meticulously laid out and planned, from karting at a young age to the Diarcesian WGP3. There is a clear guiding-light to a prospective WGPC-tier racing. Or maybe that wasn't so preposterous at all; she read that Sara Luna had an interesting pathway to being discovered as a highly-skilled open-wheel racer. In any case, Laura's idea of "go and try it" in motorsports was captivating.


Pryfors Bilar analyzed historical data and race simulations at the Akresna Circuit to determine the optimal pit stop strategy based on tyre degradation rates, fuel consumption, and potential safety car periods. The team used the information to inform their strategy for the weekend. It was a Friday morning meeting at the garage, where all of Pryfors Bilar's personnel had gathered in order to go over last minute preparations before heading out to the paddocks.

"As we have discussed previously," began Aldauren as he stood on an elevated platform with a projector screen behind him, "we will be starting off with practice today with these data in mind." The team principal motioned towards the technical director who brought up some data on the projector screen which detailed what they thought would be ideal pit stop timings based on fuel consumption and lap times based on prior analyses. Some graphs were made available showing how much time each driver lost per sector due to tyre degradation, while others showed the amount of fuel each car needed per lap throughout both sessions combined; it was important for Pryfors Bilar not only take into account tyre wear but also accurately estimate drivers' fuel consumption rates so that they don't carry unnecessary weight. "We will aim to integrate this data as a guideline to determine our pit stop strategies and race pace later on. Of course, there are still variables that we can't quite account for yet so it's important that you take into consideration each situation as it comes and make the best calls possible."

Aldauren and the team proceeded with the practice later that day. The cars were out on track and the pit crews were on standby. The drivers had been instructed to run a consistent pace throughout both sessions, with fuel calculations made available for them to gauge how much they should carry during their stints so that they don't go over budget later on. Lap times weren't of importance today as it was all about trying different compounds of tyres and practice stops in order to iron out any kinks.

The timesheets, when they were finalized, surprised even Aldauren.

"What? Is this some kind of... an Encouragement of Drive: Next Grand Prix?"
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Postby Tumbra » Sun Jul 02, 2023 5:21 pm

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"All right. Pace is looking good. Keep it going."

"Copy." breathed Sophie as she took yet another turn. It was only lap 23 of the Nimban Grand Prix, yet she already felt out of breath and was being yanked all over the place.

Those goddamn Nimbans and their bans on tobacco...I...swear to God...

All she could really do right now, however, was keep going. She was sitting pretty in eighth — her immediate threat, defending champion iBen Toralmintii had retired early, victim of the mechanical gremlins that had been plaguing the AGP-004 so often this season — and all she needed to do now was to overtake the Cygnus of Brendan Faloe.

Lap after lap, she kept closing the gap on the Esmerelian; the Kaylan engine hadn't quite kept up in the development stakes with the Tropicorp powerplant that was powering the Cygnuses, and she was feeling it whenever Faloe was pulling out of corners.

"I've been staring at this guy's ass for fucking ages!" was the content of an especially terse radio message sent on lap 25. She had no doubt that it would be picked up by the World Feed and broadcast to everyone — with the requisite bleeping, of course — but she didn't really care. Being stuck being Faloe was frustrating, to say the least, and she wanted to find a way past.

"A-firm, Sophie, keep your head down now."

"I need power! I need to keep up with him on the straights!"

"Sophie, the engine is overheating as is; we cannot afford to give you more power."

"Gah!"

And she continued in pursuit, taking more aggressive lines; once, she was certain that she'd overtaken track limits a few times, but there had been no admonishment from the pit wall, and so she's continued. The hum of the kerbs beneath her as she attacked them made her field of view vibrate, but she had to - she had to overtake Faloe.

Publicly, she'd played down the prospect of caring too much about the World Championship. "It's my rookie season," she said nonchalantly to the press. "I'm not really too fussed about a push for the championship, even if we're in a good place right now." Privately, however - she was feeling it. The pressure, the demons; she was pushing herself ever further, and she was feeling it on every bit of her tired body.

Lap 26.

Turn 1 of Crossbay was a long, flat, multi-apex corner that was hell for the front right tyre as well as the neck of the driver. The cliché was that it was a real "driver's circuit"; Sophie herself had said that much during one of the many interviews that populated the Grand Prix weekend, but privately she despised the pulling sensation that occurred every time she went past the curve. It was horrid, to say the least; but all she could do was grit her teeth and bear it. Had she said anything, the team would be all over her again as if she was some kind of child; session of therapy would follow session of G-force training.

No. She was an adult now, and she would face her own problems.

But she wouldn't even make it to the corner; all she could see was white smoke emanating from her car as she tried to break for turn 1, and suddenly, it was over. She was being pulled, but not in the good way that indicated that she was taking the corner; it was more of a jerking motion that she felt form beneath her navel as if she were on a rollercoaster —

Sophie McCreary was now a passenger in her own car as it yanked her off the circuit, off the racing line, into the tarmac, and into the wall.

It happened almost a bit too fast for her to reckon with what had happened; all she could do was let out a groan as the car deflated, and somehow, tipped itself into the air. The car slammed down into the gravel - little bits of the rock plinked and planked against her helmet - and all she could do was take her hands of the wheel as the car spun its way into the wall.

Oh...

For a hot minute, she sat in the car, slightly dazed; all she could feel was a cord being pulled as the whine of the car died down. Then she was the right way around; but everything still felt like a blur to her.

"Sophie, are you alright? Sophie?"

The voice seemed like it was coming from far away, not from her headset, but from Ted —

"Yeah" she croaked after what felt like forever. "Yeah."

She still didn't feel like all of her was in her at this moment; as she was gently lifted out of the car, much to the joy of the supporters who were gathered round the corner, she went back to basics.

My name is Sophie McCreary. I'm a racing driver. I'm 19 years old. I'm from Tumbra. Tumbra is in Esportiva. The current President of Tumbra is — oh, who cares what the President's name is, anyway...
THE FEDERAL REPUBLIC OF TUMBRA
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Fast Cocoabo Halfway Home in Quest to join WGPC Elite


Aurun Grand Prix, Akresna Circuit, Auruna :: It has been a long road for Cocoabo #23 ever since their debut on the scene during the inaugural World Grand Prix 2 Season. In that campaign, driving for Tropicorp Engineering, 'Fast Cocoabo' would get a major boost at their home circuit, finishing runner-up at the first ever Cocoabo Preservation Grand Prix. It would bethe first of four Podium finishes for the Cocoabo driver which would include a late season victory in Liventia, the first ever Grand Prix victory for a Cocoabo Driver in a WGPO sanctioned event. Cocoabo #23 would enter the season finale 9 points behind Vannish Motors Racing driver Jang Xiaopeng - the same driver who beat them out earlier in the season at the Cocoabo Park Circuit. In a race that was won by Turori's Juracai Klianiota, the Fast Cocoabo would finish just behind Xiaopeng in third position ultimately losing out on the championship by one position coming home 2nd overall. It was an absolutely fantastic season that signalled to the multiverse that Cocoabo drivers were not just some publicity stunt. Fast Cocoabo proved they were a skilled driver who could not only win races but could compete for a season long Championship.

Cocoabo #23 would return to drive for Tropicorp Engineering during the 2nd World Grand Prix 2 season and would once again challenge in the championship picture. Fast Cocoabo would win the Cocoabo Preservation Grand Prix from Pole Position - one of two victories on the season, the second coming in the Grand Prix of Lisander East at the Alikxring. It was in that race that Cocoabo #23 would get their reputation as an over taker, moving up 18 places from their grid position to take the checkered flag first. While Cocoabo #23 ultimately missed out on the title again, the average finish of 6.29 was once again a solid message and no driver had a better overtaking score on the season than the Cocoabo. After the team Struggled during WGP2 Season 3, however, and failed to find their way to victory lane, Tropicorp decided there was little left for Fast Cocoabo to learn in the second tier and it was time for Cocoabo #23 to make the leap to the World Grand Prix Championship.

Tropicorp bought into the Ethane-based Fireline Motorsports team and provided Fast Cocoabo with their first full season of top-tier World Grand Prix action during WGPC Season 18. Though they never quite made it on to the podium, Cocoabo #23's best finish of 4th place was still highly respectable in a car that many considered mid-pack at best. Despite a relatively solid campaign, Cocoabo #23 would be left out when Fireline ditched their Tropicorp backing and aligned with Lisander based Bitten Heroes to form Eminent Grand Prix. Driving for the Motorworks side in World Grand Prix Season 19, Fast Cocoabo once again proved they had the ability to get the most out of a back marker car with another pole position and Top 5 finish.

After fighting hard for a number of seasons looking for their big break, it would finally come at the start of World Grand Prix Championship Season 20. Race Eelandii VTGP, an upper mid-pack team that had won a single race in each of the previous two World Grand Prix Championship campaigns was able to make a deal with twii.tur and one of its biggest marketing partners, Cocoabo Park, to get Fast Cocoabo into the second Race Eelandii VTGP. Many questioned the signing, feeling that with the absence of reigning constructor champion Badai Angin and the legal turmoil distracting the former Tropicorp Racing Aelund entry, there was an opportunity for Race Eelandii VTGP to mount a challenge for the constructors title if they could team existing driver Lane Carter with a skilled veteran for WGPC Season 20. Sara Luna was the top name on many charts with others tossing around R.L. Cruisin, Olivia Stone and even iBen Toralmintii among those to be considered for the seat. Very few felt that Cocoabo #23 was the answer that Race Eelandii VTGP was looking for, but Fast Cocoabo would soon prove them wrong.

Taking the checkered flag at the Grand Prix of Togonistan, Fast Cocoabo had proved all the doubters wrong. Many expected Cocoabo #23 to be competitive at their home track in Cocoabo Park, but few projected they could find victory lane even before that. It was a testament to the speed that the team had found and taken advantage of over the offseason, and a testament to all the hard work that Cocoabo #23 and the staff at the Cocoabo Enrichment and Enhancement Project had put in throughout the years. A special ceremony was held the following week on the day before the paddock opened at the Cocoabo Park Circuit where a special display was unveiled commemorating Cocoabo #23's victory in Togonistan, as well as their previous World Grand Prix 2 triumph at the Cocoabo Park Circuit. The entire staff from Tropicorp and the Cocoabo Preservation Society on site at Cocoabo Park took a picture with the #23 @CocoaboPark Race Eelandii VTGP machine to remember the day when they were rewarded for all their hard work.

Now, however, Cocoabo #23 is out to prove that the work is not done. Midway through the 20th World Grand Prix Championship season, Fast Cocoabo finds themselves atop the WGPC Drivers Standings. While the lead was a narrow one - just two points over Eminent driver Anneliese Devereux and 9 points clear of fellow Tropicorper Skiia Vialiv, it was still a better position than any other driver on the grid found themselves in heading into the Final 5 races of the season. With their Runner-up finish at the Crossbay Circuit, Fast Cocoabo changed the conversation entirely. It was no longer just a feel good story about a Cocoabo who found their stride and beat the odds to win a World Grand Prix Championship race. Cocoabo #23 was a legitimate title contender and, at least for the moment, the entire field will be chasing car #23 in the championship chase.




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Feeling pretty great here at the Akresna Circuit. We were a bit slow in practice working through some things and we were focused on our race strategy. We learned a lot and turned it around in qualifying. We'll be in the points from the start and just need to defend what we've got and drive smart to move up in the finishing order. Can't wait for Race day!


el-Rafiq Shines again for Tropicorp Engineering

The Dyrrhonian Isles Short Track Challenge, The Autocinetodrome, Rhamnasis, Dyrrhonian Isles :: Although it was one of the most non traditional circuits on the Atlantian Oceania Grand Prix schedule it made no difference to Akhdari driver Jassim el-Rafiq who would be one of just 3 drivers to finish the grueling race on the lead lap and was also able to post the fastest lap of the race in an event that was won by Lacfroid's Sebastien Dupont driving for White Unicorns Racing.

It was a race in which the field was able to tighten the gap to points leader Nepö Kinder and the Onnaftco Oontaz AOGP team who were unable to score any points in the Dyrrhonian Isles. el Rafiq was fast all race week long having posted the second fastest lap in the first round of qualifying and advancing to the Fast 10 who would all go out together on the tight turns of the Autocinetodrome. Unfortunately it would be Test Driver that stole the show once again in the second session with the rest of the field in tow while el-Rafiq could only manage the 8th fastest lap of the session.

Ultimately things might have been different on race day if the Akhdari driver could have posted a faster time in the second qualifying session. The #99 Tropicorp Engineering machine would work its way up the field but could never find a way past #11 Sebastien Dupont of #0 Tomii'i Lopinka, the only two drivers to beat el-Rafiq to the line, and both of which had started in front of el-Rafiq on the grid. With the podium finish, el-Rafiq moved up to 6th in the AOGP Drivers Standings while teammate Lilo Adinora still remains without a single point scored on the season.
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Postby Esmerel » Sun Jul 02, 2023 5:59 pm

CHAPTER 10
How Little We Know


June 25 - Atheara, Testing

There wasn’t much to be said about Jean’s experience testing the Chase Cutter yet again.

He knew how to drive, what to examine, the etiquette of giving other drivers room; those things didn’t just leave a person like him. But even though the test was more widely publicized as “a day in the limelight” for the teams’ test drivers (thanks in part to the lobbying of a few team principals, as far as Jean understood), it wasn’t actually that different.

He wasn’t at Crossbay, there were other cars and drivers around him, and there were more cameras pointed his way. Other than that, it was just another testing session. He put the UHSGV-5 through all the necessary hoops, never really pushing too hard and as such, not achieving an especially noteworthy time. That was outside his interest, to say something about it. His job wasn’t to push the limits to their edge. Not anymore.

Five rounds of the championship had been decided, and five more would follow. Nexus’s place so far was a delightful recovery: third place, 9 points back from the lead, and plenty of opportunities still to come. The team’s first victory since Hodori in WGPC19 had galvanized their spirit, and there was a serious chance they could finish the season on a high, matching the performance they were once famous for. After so much time spent pursuing radical concepts in car design, those designs had been all but solidified. Now, they were proving equal to the tried-and-true methods of the past- and with luck, they could soon eclipse those methods.

Nobody knew for certain what the future held, but they could imagine its possibilities. And that was what Jean also had to do. What was his purpose in a world after his prime?

There was one. He’d find it, someday. And that kept him going.

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I think that at its core, the WGPC is about pushing car design to its limit.

Engineers, designers, and part manufacturers try to find every centimeter of performance they can exploit to gain even the smallest margin over their competitors. And what a field of competitors this season of competition has provided! From veterans looking to keep up with the new blood, to recent legends now struggling to stay afloat, to teams starting to push the literal boundaries of physics and reality just so they can drive around a piece of road that little bit quicker.

And don’t forget the plucky rookies, of which there are five teams and fourteen drivers! And many of them are trying their hardest to force their way up the pecking order, or at least to set up a path to do so.

Yet one team, I believe, may have gotten the entire concept misaligned, before they even started and continuing as they press on into this year’s championship. Unfortunately for most of us and our audience, that team is the local team: Cygnus, operating out of a fancy headquarters in Midwood.

Not many of Cygnus’s struggles have been obviously public. From the start, they were just a university, at which point one of their professors decided to take their skills and translate them to motor racing, easily the most popular sport in the nation. Yet their path to actually entering was lengthy, spanning from two small attempts to break into WGP3 series to being unready for an initially hyped-up WGP2 entry.

Now that they’ve jumped straight to the top, it’s all threatening to come crashing down. Rumors have abounded of financial and management struggles within the team, owing to local investors and initial startup costs all begging to make a solid return on their funds sooner rather than later. A delayed and heavily adjusted development schedule means Cygnus has overspent their initial budget, and while their sponsors have kindly given them their needed funds, there are big expectations of the team to deliver using their new budget.

And deliver they… haven’t really. After half of the championship, Cygnus has scored 19 points and currently holds 10th out of 14 constructors in the standings. Of the 5 rookie teams, their competitors are 4th, 6th, 12th, and 14th, leaving Cygnus in the middle, but still behind most expectations.

And one can’t help but wonder if the team had everything in the necessary order at the right time. Following spending most of their budget on a shiny headquarters and on designing their car, the C101, it’s been speculated the team had less left to use than they could have hoped for. The team went for the selection of Tropicorp engines and tires, an average cost, average performance option, which may have backfired- seeing as out of the four Tropicorp-powered teams, outside of the constructors’ championship leader, the other teams are no higher than 10th, where Cygnus is- including the works Tropicorp team, which came off a 3-year-long campaign, winning 5 of the 6 World Championships in that time, to potentially the largest performance crash in contemporary sporting history.

Even the team’s own choices haven’t been bulletproof- their headquarters gets the job done, but plenty millions of NS Dollars were spent on facilities that would fail to compare to most other teams, and while the C101 is a marvel in design (regardless of its controversies), its lack of reliability hampers the team’s true performance.

Yet all these reasons for struggle pale in comparison to what I believe is the largest reason the team is struggling- and yet, I understand it probably couldn’t’ve been helped. I’ll explain.

It’s the team’s drivers. While half the WGPC grid this season is made of rookies, most of those rookies at least came from WGP2 or other series below that, many with relative success. But Cygnus poached their lead driver from the most unusual of all places imaginable: their own university’s engineering class. Brendan Faloe is a 22-year-old with a Bachelor’s in Engineering who had never before set foot in a race-ready car. Unfortunately, the team’s other driver doesn’t bring much to the table either: Angela Stella, a Valentian racing driver with a single, painfully average season of WGP2 to her name.

Neither of the team’s drivers would have had much chance signing for another team- owing to their lack of experience, charisma, and more. And as they made their announcements, then expectedly struggled in the opening rounds, I was confused as to why this was their choice. And then it hit me. They don’t have the funds to sign anyone more talented; worth more in their short remaining budget.

The team’s decision to sign Olivia Stone- a race-winning veteran of two WGPC seasons- as their test driver only confirmed my thoughts. If they had a brain, they would have given her a race seat. Except that’s not a genuine concern- it’s not that they don’t have a brain. They don’t have the funds to give her anything more than a promotional outing and a quick-release contract, as seen at the mid-season test in Atheara as well as through other reputable sources around the WGPC.

And these facts make me disappointed and saddened, as I believe the team is trying, and there is an entire staff of people deserving of success after waiting so long. It’s just that they’ve put too many eggs into the wrong baskets- trying to build a strong car and facilities from the get-go- and not enough into everything else that they needed: good drivers, good management staff, more investors- I’ll say it here first: I think there is a non-zero chance Cygnus could have more struggles in the future, or even fail to make the grid come next season. Believe me, they’ll try, but they have to solve their worst issues first.

Now, given recent events, this may all be made worthless, even if I felt it critical to speak my thoughts. Cygnus do appear to be adapting to their problems, and performing well where it counts. Their front-row lockout in Ramgardia was followed by engine issues, which the team looked into and made sure wouldn’t spontaneously happen again. At Atheara, Olivia Stone’s car suffered mechanical issues in the morning session, and failed to complete a competitive lap time- but followed in the afternoon session with the fastest lap of the day. And now, after qualifying for the Aurun Grand Prix, Brendan Faloe finds himself on pole for the second time, miraculously adapting to his role.

Maybe the tides are turning in Cygnus’s favor, and maybe their swan song is far off.

But it’s only a maybe.

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And now, an attached article, highlighting what’s to come for the WGPC. This was released before the above article.

Just before the Free Practice session at Auruna begins, let’s take a closer look at the Drivers’ Championship, halfway into what has been an exciting WGPC season:

Drivers’ Championship Standings
After 5 of 10 Rounds
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”Fast” Cocoabo #23 is first, leading by just two points over second place. The championship leader hopes to hold onto or even extend said lead here at Akresna, and is certainly skilled enough to match the track’s technicality. But the question is whether or not they can stay that way for the full distance of the race. Either way, onlookers are both cheering on, and bewildered by, the fastest bird in the Verse.

Second is Anneliese Devereux, who is hoping to build onto her impressive points total by reclaiming the championship lead. While, in theory, she is less specialized than many of her competitors, the young Lisanderian star is still in the hunt for the championship, leaving little doubt as to whether or not she can take it all the way.

In third place is a 35-point tie between Janne Laukkanen and Skiia Vialiv, with Laukkanen just barely holding above his competitor on countback. After years of anticipation, the Abovian driver scored his first Grand Prix victory in the previous championship round, but his finishing record this season has so far been a case of “feast or famine”. It remains to be seen if he can shake that streak off; if so, he could be a serious threat for the championship. Vialiv has also been fighting to keep her position; rumors initially suggested she would be let go by her team, but a race victory in Cocoabo Forest put an end to that plan.

In fifth place is the Tumbran Sophie McCreary; after a strong start to her season, she’s lost most of her form, and certainly seeks a return to the points. In addition, she has been fighting hard for her team, having scored all 32 of their championship points. Time must tell if Pressley can regain their initial composure, as well as aid their ailing second driver, Bryce Yannec, into the points-paying positions.

Lane Carter, the lowest-ranked of the race winners, is in sixth, ahead on countback of fellow competitors Laura Haukanna and Ryker Lane. The Galarian driver, as would be expected, is hoping to add onto his points tally, as well as improve his average performance; aside from his victory and one other points finish he has seen little success this season.

Well, that covers the drivers. Let’s take a quick look at the constructors next:

Constructors’ Championship Standings
After 5 of 10 Rounds
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Leading the championship with 72 points is Race Eelandii VTGP. The team, considered by some as the Tropicorp “B-team”, has certainly stepped up to the plate this year, far outscoring its “A-team” and the other Tropicorp-powered cars on the grid. As the only team with multiple wins so far this season, the pressure is mounting and there remains a chance that the team will, for the first time, finish the championship ahead of the works team. The technical track at Akresna, however, may be a challenge for them, as their car is less suited to circuits like it.

Prior to the start of the season, the Post said that two teams to watch would be Eminent WGPC Team and Nexus Racing. Well, these teams happen to have recovered remarkably, sitting in second and third in the Constructors’ with one win apiece. The Eminent E20 is a fairly balanced design, and might have a solid chance at adding onto their points total this weekend, but Nexus will have to continue to fight for every chance they’re given this weekend, as the UHSGV-5 is, theoretically, one of the weakest-performing cars in the field at technical tracks.

Further down the field, Viska Racing looks to enter their home race weekend strongly, and exit it just as strongly. The team certainly needs the points; their season so far has left them in P8 in the championship, well below the fourth place they achieved last season. Defending race winner Kinu Luminna will be helping the team with that they may need to turn their fortune around.

Lastly, the Tropicorp-Colorworks team has had an incredibly rough start to their season. Following four races without a points finish, including 3 car retirements, the team rebounded at the Nimban Grand Prix with a pole position and a podium finish from rookie driver Ji So-Yeong. The team also managed solid performance at the midseason test, so hopes are rising that the team may have the momentum needed to mount a comeback and successfully defend their position as the masters of the WGPC.

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Located in the rolling hills north of Veratuna, the Akresna Circuit features a tightly-knit mixture of elevation changes, high-speed straights, hairpin turns, and a few chicanes. Despite the small space available for the track to occupy, the run-off areas are solid, and the track amenities are top-notch. Akresna is known locally as one of the “Aurun Trinity Circuits”, and features as undoubtedly one of the best tracks on the considerably-stacked WGPC calendar.
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After a week away, the WGPC has returned, and the second half of the season is looking to be just as fantastic as the first.
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Postby Former Citizens of the Nimbus System » Sun Jul 02, 2023 7:13 pm

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26th of June; PM Test Session


The shiver running through her marrow is familiar again – as if it had never left. This is nonsense, of course. The C101’s Tropicorp V8 engine is fundamentally different to that of the VK-02H V6 – smoother, louder, higher in register and faster in vibration, sending shivers through her skin and setting her teeth barely on edge. Even so, running down the gears into Turn 14 of Asterwynth feels viscerally known, like it’s just one more day on the WGPC circuit, the joy of speed bounded only by her mastery of the car.

And she’s not even pushing.

“That’s good, Olivia, that’s good.” There’s something pessimistic, almost begrudging in Cole Schmied’s voice, at least to Olivia’s ear, like he isn’t entirely sure how to comprehend that the session has been good thus far. This morning was similarly acceptable – heavy fuel runs, while the upgrades that Cygnus had brought to the test were bedded in and checked for capability over a full race distance and she herself got to know the car. Baxen acted as a good counterbalance in their mid-session discussions, fortunately enough, his brand of calm analysis cutting through the doubt like a cool breeze.

She can hear them murmuring over the radio now. And then: “Well, ‘Liv.” Baxen’s voice. “Your moment. Time to box.”

Oh, yes it is. “I hear you!” She glides the car through the remainder of the twisting sector, light flashing through and playing upon the canopy; enclosing the cockpit, she had been surprised to find, made her feel more connected to the car, not less.

Another shiver as she begins the march down the pit lane, seconds ticking away, away, away until she reaches the box where the pit crew wait. It had always been the plan: long runs this morning; then shorter, faster ones this afternoon, first to gather data, then…

Olivia fidgets a touch as she brings the car to a halt in the pit box, the crew taking the valuable practice to fit new rubber to it. Soft rubber.

Soft rubber, now that she’s burned most of her fuel away, for pushing hard.

You wanted perception, Baxen? I can deliver.

A squeal of rubber sounds through the polymer and carbon fibre, her body pushed back as she pulls away.

The next lap is a thing of anticipation and preparation. Olivia rolls the car through 7, 8, 9, 10, only a caress of the brakes. Nordwheil is spent part to the track’s side to give others precedence, part turning the tyres just that little bit molten. The final few corners – she checks the capacitor. It brims with energy that begs to be loosed.

She takes a moment. Takes a breath. Feels the weight of the wheel, the pedals, the presence of carbon and noise… Not so much the smell of burned fuel here, not in this car, enclosed. No intoxicating, sinful glory either, its fuel made without the need to throw the atmosphere out of balance for power. There is only the echo of it in the hum of the engine behind her.

It draws her, and Olivia Stone lets herself be subsumed again.

A flick of the finger looses the dam of energy, of the foot accompanies it with the symphonic cry of eight pistons blurring into motion, the car leaping onto the start-finish straight. Eyes widen, then narrow, body and mind bending to this one task – focus, focus, focus, swinging to the left, car rotating, gliding across the tarmac into Turn 1, tyres shedding grip with the slight slide, then seizing it again for braking as Olivia pivots, darts, launches from Turn 2! Now Chartive, Cygnus’ engineering whirling under her as she leans it through, just on the edge of spinning but, under her direction, not. Her breath is slow, warm in her helmet; a bead of sweat rests at her brow. 4, 5, then 6; the green and blue rush past at her behest, dark beneath the Athearan clouds, never faltering.

Olivia adores this car, she knows now, as truth. It is much that is new and much that is familiar, but most of all it is coiled, potential and power borne within it. These things, they she viscerally understands – she feels them, ready to burst forth and aid her and her new teammates.

And she will see out no less.

7 and 8 demand daring, and daring is offered in power; the wave crashes on, the surge in mind, body and form extended into mechanics. A short run to 9, the car flicked back, then forth away from 10, momentum conserved, brought to bear… Redirected for 11, rear tyres sliding, gripping, kicking on.

Now 12. Care. Focus.

Now 13. Readiness. The capacitor is charged again.

And then all is loosed. The car screams out beneath her, all the fire and fury of a year unspent and now another near-gone, the scraps salvaged and shining, manifest now. It is all ecstatic power and hard-won kindness and fragile, vainglorious resistance and –

A few laps later

“And that will be the chequered flag, ‘Liv. You’re P1, from Toralmintii and Nero. Superbly done.”

Breath, once more. Then:

“For whomever it may concern!” Olivia Stone roars in blazing, scorned jubilation.
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The heart of Janne's Chase Cutter cried into life, whirring and whistling as it spooled up during initialization. His race-suit, tight and fitted across his torso, stiffened as the g-force contention technology burst in. He gave his legs one last wiggle in the snug tunnel before him, and just about managed to roll his shoulders, before a light tap onto the accelerator jolted him back towards his seat and into the formation lap. He huffed as he settled in, clouding up the HUD on his visor with his breath — an entire career spent in these cars, and they still managed to take his breath away.

The formation lap contrasted with all the ones that had come before it thus far in the season: Crossbay was almost his home race, and it certainly was Nexus'. With five previous races at the circuit — a win, in WGP2 4, a podium two seasons prior, and a couple lousier results in WGPi and his debut season in Carvenlo's paceless car — there was little in the way of briefing, testing data, or new setup developments that could do with some freshening up in the final minutes before lights-out. It was far from Janne's first time in an eight-wheeled Chase Cutter, at Crossbay, or in a combination of both; the radio silence on the other side almost felt nurturing, the quiet confidence exuded in the silence enough of a pat on the back to keep him calm.

The atmosphere across Nimbus Bay, with its rolling hills, whistling gusts of wind, and gently crashing waves, also framed a distinctly serene setting. In many ways, the Nimbans had found the one place in the Multiverse that best summed them up, and it spoke to Janne greatly. During a season — or seasons, stretching back to his debut — in which he'd felt so othered by his own self, wrestling the opposed demands of mental attention from his readjustment to Nexus Racing, to the new voice in his headset, and to the whims and tribulations of his heart, the tender tranquility of the bay had always felt like a safe haven for his soul — maybe even more so than his loft in Iskajärvi, or his family cabin in the woods on the outskirts of Kylmajärvi. His teammate had always helped, as well: this time, Ryker had offered Janne to go for a run around the cliffs of the bay during the off-week, a gesture so simple yet so profoundly validating from the former world champion who'd, if not longed, had expected Janne's arrival to the top-flight team for ages. In the early stages of the season, having been the driver to relieve Jean Mercer-Daly of his hard-fought WGPC seat was another of the pressures he felt digging into his shoulders, and no doubt he'd left Ryker reeling in the wake of the departure of his long-time wingman — but it was time to move on and look forwards, and Ryker's invitation to formally introduce Janne to the Nimban behind the scenes had done strides in that direction. Though Janne and Terho were never too close, for better or worse, the Abovian's close relationship with Ryker was well known across the WGPC paddock — and just a few hours with the Nimban had revealed to him the reasons for Terho's sincere admiration of his introspective, analytical, and disciplined long-time rival.

As Janne lined up onto his grid spot — fourth, with the privilege of starting just behind the home hero — and the virtual lights on his cyan-hued HUD sparkled into life, he took a deep breath and puffed his cheeks. When the row of 16-bit circles vanished, he lunged forwards as he exhaled. There had been no time for permutations, chances, or probabilities before the race, and there was going to be none of that now. Until either he or Ryker fell back, it would be an open battle to the lead until the finish — no team orders, as things had always been, as things should always be.

Immediately, both he and the Nimban pounced towards the front, dodging the slower Rudy Edwards in his embattled Preston to come up close against the Chromatik polesitter, Ji So-Yeong. She prepared to take the traditional line into turn one, with Janne following suit just beside and behind her with a wider entry — as per usual in the comparatively cumbersome Chase Cutter — but the Abovian watched with awe as Ryker flew past the inside of the Chromatik, hugging the inside of the fixed radius corner before slingshotting away towards the entry of the tunnel. On exit, Janne remained behind Ji, his teammate now concerned with building a lead.

"Our bad, Janne," crackled Max's voice through the radio. "IRSCIH enabled now on your car, too."

Of course! The team had developed a brand-new torque vectoring system for the Chase Cutter going into the Crossbay weekend — mated to its traditionally contrived acronym to keep with tradition. The team had tested it conservatively throughout the season, they said, and they assured that the cars were fighting fit to crank the system up to its fullest potential at Crossbay. If it worked as intended, the biggest drawback to the eight-wheeled Chase Cutter could be solved.

As soon as the torque vectoring kicked in, Janne's Chase Cutter fishtailed, its conical wheels screeching out of the first corner and crabbing towards the entry to turn two. An impassioned Faloe quickly made himself seen in his rear-view mirrors as the two drivers sunk into the darkness of the tunnel. The torque vectoring was a strange system to get used to, but it worked wonders once he got the hang of it. "Copy," Janne replied, out of breath, as he emerged from the tunnel in fourth position. Wavering on his words, he mustered up the confidence to spit out a demand as he exited the esses from turn seven and started to gain on the Cygnus driver in front. "Keep the Imagination split 50/50," the Abovian said, his usual timidity and apprehension replaced with a raging hunger for victory. "I need to get out of this traffic."

It took him the better part of five laps, but soon enough the Abovian had entered his groove. The new system was violent but effective: with the slightest of inputs but most determined of intentions, the Chase Cutter twirled and danced under him like a crosskart buggy; the g-suit and digital Imagikinetic-whatever linkage between his body and his machine did enough to quell the his fears of adapting to the sensation. In front of him, Ryker was flying, slowly but steadily building up a gap to the cars behind — after an ambitious dive into turn three, and holding the position out of turn four without squeezing Ji straight into the tunnel wall, the second podium position was Janne's honor to hold.

Behind in the field, rival cars fell and dropped out of the running as the race took on an uncharacteristically processional nature for Crossbay Circuit until lap 26: a catastrophic engine failure for Sophie McCreary sent the Tumbran flying off of the track, and brought out a safety car period. Secretly, it was positive news: the less time spent abusing the new torque vectoring system, the better. Though the field regroup poured cold water on Ryker and Janne's intentions of dominating the race and bunched them back up, the race was not even past its halfway point yet. Anything could still happen.

On the restart, however, the Abovian came alive. Now less the initial surprise of the deactivated system come online, Janne snuck up close against Ryker into the opening corner. He was perhaps too ambitious, running wide on the exit and compromising his entry into the tunnel — Ryker's technical ability trumping Janne's youthful excitement — but the chance of building up a steady pace and making his move on a former world champion remained. It didn't come on the next lap, or the next, or the other, but it was on the exit of turn 14 on lap 36 that Janne found the gap: tucking to the right of Ryker into the sharper left turn at 15, he held the inside and sped out towards the final chicane. In the side by side, Ryker just about edged him into the start-finish straight on his outside, but the gap between them was too close to call. Lunging into turn one, Janne held his breath as he stamped on the brakes hilariously late, with a disastrously close line into the corner — and just as he made it stick, disaster struck beside him. Bits and pieces of Chase Cutter billowed into his mirrors as quickly as they escaped the frame, his teammate spiraling out of contention with a magnificent "poof". The safety car was prompt, and the alarm in his intercom swift.

"IRSCIH disabled, Janne," panted a distraught Max. "We need to play it safe — it looks like it caused some damage on Ryker's car."

The new safety car period was far more precarious than the first: gone was the Chase Cutter's indisputable advantage, or the buffer behind him of a teammate to keep the pouncing cars behind. With just over a third of the race left to go, the integrity of his own car itself an unknown, and the absolutely crushing pressure of leading a WGPC race for the first time, Janne knew he could lose everything in an instant if he didn't —

"Steady on," continued Max, as the safety car delta popped onto his HUD. "We got this Janne, don't back down. If your car has been damaged yet, it will explode eventually —" he paused, before underlining that his words were meant as reassurance. "Backing down or pushing won't make a difference. Just keep your head down."

As soon as the safety car lifted two laps later, the #17 Chase Cutter left all but three of its rivals hanging in the dust. In the kerfuffle, polesitter So-Yeong, Skiia Vialiv, and the Fast Cocoabo had all made up ground — but he was so close now to ultimate glory that he would rather crash out or die in an Imagithermal explosion than lose the lead. The Cocoabo, seeminly on fresh Sifaka rubber, tried its luck — once, twice, thrice, and even four-ice — and every time, Janne closed the door with millimeters to spare.

With his car seemingly holding up, his hair steaming under his balaclava, his upper lip basked in sweat, his lower one chewed up and slimy from his nerves, and his heart thundering under his chest and harness, Janne and his Chase Cutter glistened as they exited turn seventeen on the final lap with the field languishing half a sector behind. As the HUD displayed the checkered flag, emblazoned next to a flashing P1 icon, Janne threw his fists up into the air, nearly jumping out of his seat. "Janne Laukkanen, you are a WGPC race winner!" cried Max, as the familiar, tender, and infinitely loving voice of Gertrude Thompson faded into the intercom.

"Janne Laukkannen," she began, pausing as the cries and shrieks and sobs of the Abovian resonated in the Nexus paddock. "Ever since we put pen to paper all those years ago, when you were just a freshly-graduated ice-racer from Kylmajärvi, I knew that my faith in you would one day pay off. Through thick and thin — through the Imagination series to the year off in a Carvenlo to today — we stood together, all for this moment. You deserve the world, Janne! Salve!"
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Postby Aboveland » Sun Jul 02, 2023 7:49 pm

for the Aurunair Aurun Grand Prix at Akresna Circuit

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Postby Aboveland » Sun Jul 02, 2023 7:56 pm

Week 9: Race
Conditions:      	Dry	
Laps: 53
Nation: AUR
Circuit: Akresna Circuit
Event: Aurunair Aurun Grand Prix
Safety Car Deployed on Laps: 27, 28, 29, 30, 42
Cars on Grid: 28
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Start       	POS  # ▍DRV Name                     Team                     	Time      	Pts		
1 FAE 1 50 LUN Sara Luna Viska Racing 01:49:11.453 25
2 LUN 2 28 DEE Aaron Deering Viska Racing 00:00:59.798 18
3 DEE 3 9 TUV Batu Tüvshinbayar Scuderia Orange Cow 00:01:20.568 14
4 CRT 4 1 TII iBen Toralmintii Tropicorp-Colourworks 00:01:21.772 10
5 WAL 5 13 JSY Ji So-Yeong Tropicorp-Colourworks 00:01:22.978 8
6 JSY 6 88 PRE Ted Pressley Kaylan Racing Team 00:01:23.251 6
7 PRE 7 71 FAE Brendan Faloe Cygnus Motorsports Team 00:01:25.802 4
8 BLA 8 23 C23 Cocoabo #23 Race Eelandii VTGP 00:01:26.561 3
9 CRU 9 74 FTZ Adonis Fitzpatrick Urotovsky-Gatutin 00:01:27.632 2
10 VIA 10 51 CRU R.L. Cruisin Portland-Carvenlo 00:01:34.525 1
11 TUV 11 14 VIA Skiia Vialiv Urotovsky-Gatutin 00:01:40.296
12 LAU 12 33 BLA Sam Blaatschappen GPA Pryfors Bilar Laps Down: 1
13 HAU 13 24 JCR Jordan Crowe Scuderia Orange Cow Laps Down: 1
14 C23 14 84 ANG Angela Tan Fang Ling Cygnus Motorsports Team Laps Down: 1
15 FTZ 15 17 LAU Janne Laukkanen Nexus Racing Laps Down: 1
16 JCR 16 96 ARC William Archer Preston Autos Laps Down: 1
17 TII 17 19 FAL Dom Falepeau Portland-Carvenlo Laps Down: 1
18 FAL 18 7 DEV Anneliese Devereux Eminent Laps Down: 2
19 ANG 19 12 VIL Darian Vilau Kaylan Racing Team Laps Down: 2
20 ARC 20 40 AKS Adriana Kowalski Lilian Eminent Laps Down: 2
21 MCR 21 10 NAT Lillý Náttmörðsdóttir Sivaleinen Laps Down: 2
22 DEV 22 94 LAN Ryker Lane Nexus Racing Laps Down: 2
23 EDW DNF 87 YAN Bryce Yannec Pressley Racing Ret. lap 34
24 NAT DNF 91 WAL Kingston Walcott Sivaleinen Ret. lap 52
25 VIL DNF 11 CRT Lane Carter Race Eelandii VTGP Ret. lap 47
26 AKS DNF 37 HAU Laura Haukanna GPA Pryfors Bilar Ret. lap 35
27 LAN DNF 5 EDW Rudy Edwards Preston Autos Ret. lap 16
28 YAN DNF 42 MCR Sophie McCreary Pressley Racing Ret. lap 41


Driver's championship
Pos # ▍DRV Name                      Team [Engine]                                        Tyres                    Pts
1 23 C23 Cocoabo #23 Race Eelandii VTGP [Tropicorp] Tropicorp 47
2 50 LUN Sara Luna Viska Racing [Viska] Phoenician-In Motion 43
3 7 DEV Anneliese Devereux Eminent [Sidus] Phoenician-In Motion 42
4 14 VIA Skiia Vialiv Urotovsky-Gatutin [Preston] Tropicorp 35
4 17 LAU Janne Laukkanen Nexus Racing [Paragon Warp] Phoenician-In Motion 35
6 42 MCR Sophie McCreary Pressley Racing [Kaylan] Brústeinn 32
7 37 HAU Laura Haukanna GPA Pryfors Bilar [Sidus] Phoenician-In Motion 28
7 94 LAN Ryker Lane Nexus Racing [Paragon Warp] Phoenician-In Motion 28
7 11 CRT Lane Carter Race Eelandii VTGP [Tropicorp] Tropicorp 28
10 74 FTZ Adonis Fitzpatrick Urotovsky-Gatutin [Preston] Tropicorp 26
11 71 FAE Brendan Faloe Cygnus Motorsports Team [Tropicorp] Tropicorp 22
11 9 TUV Batu Tüvshinbayar Scuderia Orange Cow [Tropicorp] Tropicorp 22
11 28 DEE Aaron Deering Viska Racing [Viska] Phoenician-In Motion 22
11 40 AKS Adriana Kowalski Lilian Eminent [Sidus] Phoenician-In Motion 22
11 13 JSY Ji So-Yeong Tropicorp-Colourworks [Tropicorp] Tropicorp 22
16 5 EDW Rudy Edwards Preston Autos [Preston] Tropicorp 20
17 51 CRU R.L. Cruisin Portland-Carvenlo [Carvenlo] Tabtac 13
18 88 PRE Ted Pressley Kaylan Racing Team [Kaylan] Phoenician-In Motion 12
19 1 TII iBen Toralmintii Tropicorp-Colourworks [Tropicorp] Tropicorp 10
19 96 ARC William Archer Preston Autos [Preston] Tropicorp 10
19 33 BLA Sam Blaatschappen GPA Pryfors Bilar [Sidus] Phoenician-In Motion 10
22 19 FAL Dom Falepeau Portland-Carvenlo [Carvenlo] Tabtac 8
23 91 WAL Kingston Walcott Sivaleinen [Preston] Tropicorp 7
24 84 ANG Angela Tan Fang Ling Cygnus Motorsports Team [Tropicorp] Tropicorp 1
24 12 VIL Darian Vilau Kaylan Racing Team [Kaylan] Phoenician-In Motion 1
26 87 YAN Bryce Yannec Pressley Racing [Kaylan] Brústeinn 0
26 24 JCR Jordan Crowe Scuderia Orange Cow [Tropicorp] Tropicorp 0
26 10 NAT Lillý Náttmörðsdóttir Sivaleinen [Preston] Tropicorp 0


Team's championship
Pos NAT ▍Team [Engine]                                        Tyres                    Pts
1 V&T Race Eelandii VTGP [Tropicorp] Tropicorp 75
2 AUR Viska Racing [Viska] Phoenician-In Motion 65
3 ETL Eminent [Sidus] Phoenician-In Motion 64
4 NIM Nexus Racing [Paragon Warp] Phoenician-In Motion 63
5 PDN Urotovsky-Gatutin [Preston] Tropicorp 61
6 DCS GPA Pryfors Bilar [Sidus] Phoenician-In Motion 38
7 TMB Pressley Racing [Kaylan] Brústeinn 32
8 ABL Tropicorp-Colourworks [Tropicorp] Tropicorp 32
9 HAP Preston Autos [Preston] Tropicorp 30
10 ESM Cygnus Motorsports Team [Tropicorp] Tropicorp 23
11 CBP Scuderia Orange Cow [Tropicorp] Tropicorp 22
12 LEN Portland-Carvenlo [Carvenlo] Tabtac 21
13 TGN Kaylan Racing Team [Kaylan] Phoenician-In Motion 13
14 MRT Sivaleinen [Preston] Tropicorp 7

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Postby Chromatika » Sun Jul 02, 2023 8:13 pm

The Story of Ji and Melani – Part 2


Three and a Half Years Ago
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“Anola Melani will win her third race of the season, putting Comet Motorsports firmly into the running. The rookie, who was considered to be a rookie signing at the time, has been highly instrumental in Comet’s rise, and now, it seems that the established elite will have to contend with this new outfit…”

The TV droned on in the background of a dorm room at Chromia Central College University as Ji So-Yeong sat on her bed, her head in her hands, contemplating just how things had turned out exactly as they were.

Six months ago, Anola had decided to take the offer from Comet. She’d told her parents, then dropped out of Alnio University of the Arts to pursue her racing career full time. Ji, being the ever devoted girlfriend, requested a transfer – and with her grades being so good, had no problem getting accepted at Chromia Central College University, the biggest college in the nation’s capital. She was thriving at CCCU – but things were not all good at the home front.

She’d thought that they would be able to handle the “long-distance” nature of a relationship where they would be separated from each other, but they were floundering. Anola was gone for most of the week preparing with her team, then racing. They barely saw each other on the weekends, and that was only if Ji made it to the races, which was difficult given how rigorous her courseload was. Sure, she still raced as an amateur on the side, but that hadn’t taken so much time away from the week; she was starting to realize just how much being a full-time racer was taking Anola away from her.

Memories of her childhood flooded her mind daily. Losing her parents at a young age due to the Rainbow Revolution. Being placed in a state-regulated home for orphans under the eyes of the new Chromatik government. Devoting herself to her studies so that she would not have to face the depth of loneliness that had already sunken into her heart. Not letting anybody in unless they really made a point to try… Then unwittingly letting Anola in easier than she had ever deemed possible. Anola Melani had been the one to thaw out Ji’s cold heart, and now, she was in danger of losing her.

There was a part of Ji that was having a field day tormenting her – the part that thought that Anola deserved this. She was too good of a driver to be tied down early, and Ji was a stumbling block in her way. Yes, if Ji wasn’t in Anola’s life, Melani wouldn’t have to deal with having to split time between racing and a college-attending girlfriend tying her down…

She tried to combat those thoughts, but ultimately, they won. It was her lot in life to be unhappy and lonely, after all. The time that she had had with Anola was a dream – a good dream, to be remembered fondly – but not to last.

Ji So-Yeong picked up the phone, and called Anola’s number… To promptly break up with her girlfriend over the phone. She couldn’t trust herself to do it in person, so she chickened out. It was the worst thing she could do to Anola, but she had convinced herself that it was also the best thing that she could do for the Chromatik driver. She was curt, but honest. She took responsibility for not being able to handle the long-distance nature of the relationship. She stopped Anola at every turn when she tried to convince Ji to give it another go. No, her mind was made up – she wasn’t deserving, and Anola was wrong by presuming so.

So, not with a bang but with a whimper, the relationship between Ji So-Yeong and Anola Melani fizzled. Anola went on to win Rookie of the Year in the Chromatik Raving Series, as Comet Motorsports finished in third place (they would win the next two seasons, both with Anola as the star driver). Ji would finish her degree at CCCU, all the while continuing to race on the amateur circuit as well, making a name for herself there.

Anola, to her credit, tried to reconnect with Ji So-Yeong three times after the breakup over the phone. All three times, Ji didn’t call back. All three times, a part of Ji wanted to, but she actually counted the fact that a part of her still wanted to as weakness. The better Anola’s results were, the more Ji convinced herself that she had made the right decision.

It took a year and a half before Ji agreed to meet up with Anola again – and only because Anola had been so persistent. It was after the WGP2 season, where Anola had shown that she was the real deal even at the international level; Anola was going to race in the WGPC itself in Season 19. It was amazing to Ji that Anola still had her in mind, and given that level of commitment, Melanid deserved to be heard out.

After promising that her parents would not be present at the Melani residence, Anola had convinced Ji to come to her house for a heart-to-heart; if Anola failed to convince Ji, she promised to be out of Ji’s life forever. It was a win-win for Ji – she either got to confirm Anola’s love for her or be left alone.

She could never have guessed what she would see on that fateful night – and how she would look back at her last handful of interactions with Anola with so much regret and admonition. There would be one saving grace – without Ji agreeing to meet with Anola, there would have been no eyewitnesses, and the Melani family would have been scapegoats in history for a crime that they did not commit.

If nothing else, Anola Melani’s persistence had guaranteed one thing – the chance for the truth to be told to the Chromatik public. Ji would spend the rest of her life committed to that cause.
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Postby Hapilopper » Mon Jul 03, 2023 4:53 pm

Jim Preston’s office, Preston Towers, Hapilopper City
The day after the Auruna Grand Prix
There were heavy feelings in Marty Lewis’s stomach as he sat in a chair near Jim Preston’s desk in his very spacious office in Preston Towers. There were others in the room – Shawn Hammer of Preston Performance Products, as well as members of the Preston executive board. These were suit-and-tie types that didn’t go to races, didn’t drive cars past the speed limit and considered their idea of a wild time to be a four-martini lunch instead of the typical three-martini lunch. These were rich people who were out of touch with reality, and Marty knew it. But he also knew that a more daunting figure was sitting behind the desk in front of him – and even more frightening, his back was turned to everyone, and he was lounging back in his chair, his hands against the back of his head.

The room was deathly quiet. Nobody was saying anything. The executive board members sat off to one side, having made a decision after watching Preston endure another miserable race weekend, dropping from 7th to 9th in the Constructor’s Standings. There was little to no emotion on their faces, and if anything, they just wanted this meeting to be over so they could go over to the country club and have another four-martini lunch and brag about having made another quarter million over the course of the lunch. Shawn and Marty, meanwhile, were sitting nervously at the desk, wondering if their program was going to be cut, lock, stock and barrel.

Marty figured that, at best, he would be asked to clean house, look for new personnel, and look for new drivers for the next WGPC season. Fortunately he already had a plan in place for that – in the form of Ken Wilson, that ace driving winged sprint cars. But at worst, Marty figured he would be asked to clean out his office, and inform about 400 souls at the Preston Grand Prix shop that they were out of a job. Shawn feared that too, wondering if the Skychief V6 engine program would be axed.

He wondered what he would have to say to Jim Preston to keep the program running. He hoped he could explain it – Preston Grand Prix had run into bad luck. Sivaleinen was having their own issues, and UrGa was doing pretty well. Shawn was just as nervous as Marty. This office was not a fun place to be at to explain yourself. He remembered watching Amanda McAlister, Frank Bronson and Drake Stevenson in here, and he wasn’t looking forward to what was coming next.

But finally, after a while, Jim Preston turned around his chair and stared at Marty and Shawn. He didn’t look angry, and he didn’t look like he was going to have to discipline small children – or adults behaving like small children – he looked massively disappointed. He was disappointed because Preston had invested so many millions of dollars into the Grand Prix project and into the Skychief V6 program and it just wasn’t working out.

“Somebody help me out here,” Jim Preston started. “Mr. Lewis, you have put together a team containing some of the best car men in the business. You have guys that can figure out how to make a car turn faster than just about anyone. Mr. Hammer, you have some of the best engine men in the business, guys that can turn a production engine into a bullet. So tell me, then, why it’s not working.”

Marty and Shawn looked at each other, afraid of tripping over each other’s words as they started to speak. Then they looked back at Jim Preston, and then back at each other.

“Nobody start speaking at once,” Jim Preston said sharply, a little annoyed at the lack of a response. “Marty, you want to start? Your task was to get this thing going, anyway.”

“Well, we’ve just had bad luck,” Marty said. “I don’t… I’m afraid of wanting to throw somebody under the bus, because I’ve got great people on my staff. I guess the best thing to say is that we tried something and it hasn’t worked.”

“What was it?” Jim Preston asked.

Marty shifted around very uncomfortably in his seat. He realized he needed to come up with an answer, and he didn’t have one in his mind that didn’t involve completely burying someone.

“I don’t know, I guess it was just the concept of design we had. I don’t know,” Marty said. “But I need an assurance from you before I go forward.”

Shawn looked at Marty nervously, then back to Jim Preston. Jim Preston was such a powerful and frightening man, that nobody – ever – had the audacity to demand something from him. Jim Preston knew this too, and he raised his eyebrow in response.

“I beg your pardon, Mr. Lewis?” Jim Preston responded, a little taken aback.

“I need a reassurance from you, Mr. Preston, that anything I say doesn’t get any of my men fired,” Marty responded with a bold tone of voice. “I’ve got a good group of people. I’ve got a good group of mechanics, designers, engineers, everyone. We just missed on the concept. Sometimes teams miss on things. I’ll give you an example. Colorworks has some of the best people working for them. They’ve got iBen Toralmintii driving for them. But they missed on their concept too. I’ve got great people working for me. I don’t need to, and I don’t want to, lose these people. We’re a family. Last season we nearly had Willy Archer win the title for us. We can do it again. But if you’re going to drop anyone, drop me before you drop anyone else. I want to make sure you keep this thing going. We’ve done a lot of people proud here, and I’ll be god damned if we’re just going to futz it all up.”

Jim Preston was really taken aback. So too was Shawn Hammer and so too were the executive board, showing a modicum of emotion for the first time that day.
“Marty,” Jim Preston said, the use of the first name not lost on anyone in the room. “Marty, I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Well, what were you expecting?” Marty responded. “I feel like I’m fighting for my life and for the lives of everyone here. Are you going to pull the plug or not?”

Jim Preston looked at the executive board, some of which were nodding their heads and some of which were shaking them in disgust. Jim Preston didn’t know the answer to that question himself. It wasn’t often that someone had caught him off guard. He was a frightening individual, and whatever said, went, but on this occasion, it seemed like he didn’t know what to say.

“Marty, I don’t want to pull the plug,” Jim Preston said after a while. “I really don’t. But, we go from Rudy challenging for the title one year, Will Archer challenging for the title the next, running up front in the constructor’s standings, to now, where the hell are we? It makes us look bad as a company when we see…”
Jim Preston got out some documents, showing the driver’s and constructor’s standings.

“Rudy, 16th in the standings. Willie Archer, 19th in the standings, Preston Autos, 9th in the Constructor’s,” Jim Preston said. “Why are we seeing Rudy crash one week, uncompetitive the next, Willie having issue after issue, not able to make the finish, and none of us coming near the podium? Why is that, Marty? Is it just you missing on the concept? Or is it the drivers?”

“Uh…” Marty froze.

“Let me tell you something that particularly pisses me off,” Jim Preston said, his voice growing sharper, adding to the tension in the room. “At the start of the season, Mr. Lewis, we got a demand from Willie Archer – not a request, but a demand, that we support him in his run for a world championship. And that son of a bitch got me on record saying that he was our only choice, and that he was worth his weight in gold. So why isn’t he performing? Why is he 19th in the standings? That makes Preston Autos look bad.”

“Look, Mr. Preston, I…” Marty stammered.

“What?” Jim Preston responded. “Got something to say? Say it.”

“We’ve been doing all we can to make sure he can run up front,” Marty stuttered. “And… I don’t know why he’s not.”

“Mr. Lewis?” Jim Preston responded. “Willie Archer is one of the highest paid employees of Preston Autos. You tell that son of a bitch when he gets to Hap City for the Grand Prix, he is going to have a chat with me. And he is going to explain to me why in the hell he’s not getting the job done. He is going to explain to me why in the hell we promised him a World Championship shot and he’s not holding up his end of the bargain. Am I making myself clear?”

Marty’s eyes went wide. He knew where that conversation was going to go – but he wasn’t sure how Archer was going to handle it.

“Uh, yes, sir?” Marty said.

“Good,” Jim Preston responded. “There is no reason that we should be paying anyone that much money and they don’t do their job right. I know what you’ve said about Willie. How he’s the guy that saved our team. But he needs to get his head out of his ass and start performing. Because if he can’t perform, we’ll find someone that can. Now, tell me about Rudy. What’s his excuse? Why isn’t he getting the job done?”

“Well… I think he’s trying to get it done, but I think his confidence was shot by that wreck in Liventia,” Marty said.

“So, what you’re saying, Mr. Lewis, is that he can’t get over mistakes,” Jim Preston responded. “Maybe you should try getting him with Drake Stevenson. He went from… well, shit, you were in that meeting! I had to talk him off the ledge, and what happened? He won the title!”

“I’ve tried that, Mr. Preston,” Marty responded. “Drake got pissed and gave up, because he felt he wasn’t getting through.”

“Well, if you’ve tried that… you know, I had a few drinks with Drake the other day, and he talked about what if. What if he had made it in the World Grand Prix Championship, you know?” Jim Preston started. “He’s thought about it a bit, and I was wondering if he wanted to do it. So if you want to give him that opportunity…”

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” Marty said. “He had a hell of a time trying to fit into a Grand Prix car a few weeks ago. He’s got a kid on the way. I don’t think Hendo wants him to go out and race Grand Prix cars. So can I say no on that?”

“Sure, as long as you have an alternative,” Jim Preston said.

“I’ve got a guy I’ve been looking at,” Marty said. “His name is Kenny Wilson. He’s a sprint car driver, top Outlaw driver this year. I think his skills on dirt could translate well to single seaters. He’s fast, he’s smooth and I think he could run well on road circuits.”

“A dirt guy?” Jim Preston asked. “I mean, that’s a huge change.”

“Drake Stevenson was a dirt guy,” Marty said. “He could have been a great Grand Prix driver if his head was in the right place. I think Kenny might be Drake Stevenson without the baggage, you know?”

“You better be right, Mr. Lewis,” Jim Preston said. “Drake is a generational talent. If you’re gonna compare this Kenny Wilson person to Drake, he better be good.”

“I hope he is,” Marty said. “Because I want to bring him in. Ideally, I’d like him to replace Rudy. Rudy has been a disappointment and I’d like to move on from him. Maybe let him know that there are other options available.”

“What are those other options?” Jim Preston asked. “I mean, Team Blue’s closed off, I don’t know if Ollie Marlin’s going to come back to NSSCRA, what ideas do you have?”

“I don’t know, but I’ll figure it out.”

*This concludes Part one. Part two will come later this week.*
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Postby Commonwealth of Baker Park » Mon Jul 03, 2023 10:49 pm

Scuderia Orange Cow had made a concerted effort as a team to temper expectations heading into the second half of the season; their first WGP2 campaign was a bit like a fire drill until midseason when a few results came their way upon which they built the team up to take the Driver's and Constructors titles.

There had been a lot of ups and downs thus far in the inaugural WGPC experience, and Mike Lambert wondered if maybe a return to the underdog mentality that carried them through the previous season and a half might provide a spark to energize the race teams; Nick Unger and Sammi Carter were starting to feel more pressure as the AOGP team seemed stuck in neutral while Batu Tüvshinbayar and Jordan Crowe were still trying to dial in some consistency from free practice to qualifying that would translate to raceday performance.

The SOC pair had excelled in practice the previous WGP2 season at the Akresna Circuit and Batu relished the chance to put his sub-par qualifying and race finish after topping the timesheet in FP then; starting on the inside of row 6 he took Vialiv by surprise around the outside of turn 1, then got past R.L. Cruisin at turn 4; he nearly got by Blaatschapen at turn 19 but dispatched her at the first corner at the beginning of lap 2. It was then just a patient climb through the field to lead home the pack behind the Viska pair to claim the first WGPC podium of his career as well as for the team; the pitwall celebration was as boisterous as always, with JC finishing in the top half of the order although one lap down.

It was a step in the right direction but framed on the flight home as something to build on rather than spend time in reflection about.
Rugby World Cup 36 Champions/AOCAF 62 & 66 Champions/WLC 42 Champions
2x Under-18 World Cup (SWC 5&9) Champions
DBC 53/74th U21 World Cup Champions
Eagles Cup 13 Runner-Up
Baptism of Fire 67 Runner-Up
AOCAF LVIII (co-host), LX 3rd Place
World Cup 85, AOCAF LXIII, Women's World Cup 15 4th Place
World Cup 90 Quarterfinals (Co-host)
World Cup 81/82/83/84(co-host)/86/87/88/94 Round of 16
World Cup 80/89/91/92/93 Group Stage
Basketball
AOBC 5 Champions
Football
NSCF 5x Mineral Conference Champions (18/19/20/21/23)
Lacrosse
WLC President
WLC 38/43 3rd Place
WLC 34/41 4th Place
WLC 30/31(host)/32/33/35/36/37 (host)/39/40 Quarterfinal
WLC 29 Playoff Round

Rugby 7s AORC 1&2 Champions
AO Twenty20 Runner-up

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WGPC pt 12 (II) - Pain And Glory, All In One

Postby TJUN-ia » Wed Jul 05, 2023 3:27 pm

Race day...and this time, a sense of cautious optimism was in the air for TJUN-ia's drivers. The Aurunair Aurun Grand Prix was the 6th race of the season and with the championship fight starting to come further and further into the forefront of everyone's minds, the battle for points was going to mean a lot more to a lot of drivers in the series. The TJUN-ians would be entering this race starting in positions they hoped to build upon, with Lane Carter in P4 and Batu Tüvshinbayar in P11, and the mood back home was one hopeful of the same. Both drivers were ready to go...but nobody on the grid can ever predict what would happen when the five lights go out.

Things would start off well and quiet in terms of DNF, but there were plenty of moves going on across the grid. Lane was battling with the Viskas and Brendan Faloe while Batu started picking off the Top 10 one by one by one. First pitstops would be made, and things would be OK for pretty much everyone (except Rudy Edwards, who retired on lap 16)...and then we had the SC deployed on Lap 27. Why? It's a bit unclear. Some say an animal got onto the track, others claim a car was thought to have been stuck in the gravel before finding its way out after the SC was deployed, other say that a car managed to damage a tyre barrier but keep going themselves. Whatever it was, we had a SC and so pretty much everyone took advantage of that to pit for a 2nd time. Once the SC came in, the racing began again with Batu continuing to climb and Lane duking it out with Aaron Deering for 2nd...and then more retirements came. Bryce Yannec was first on Lap 34 before Laura Haukanna joined him a lap later. Sophie McCreary ended up in a terrifying shunt on Lap 41, bringing out a quick SC as the crew got it cleaned up quickly and efficiently, but the real shock would come on Lap 47 as during the battle to chase down Deering, Carter's engine gave up on him...and he was forced to retire the car. He was visibly distressed by it all, not even wanting to speak to the media...though he did manage to be available when things turned out the way they did.

Because Batu was still running. Highly, in fact.
As Kingston Walcott became the final retirement of this race on the 2nd to last lap, Batu had inherited a podium spot due to Carter's retirement and now had to fend off both Tropicorp-Colourworks' in the final 6 laps of the race. It certainly was a nervous time in that #9 car, having to fend off the defending WGPC Champion and his teammate and the train of cars behind them, but Batu certainly made the Orange Cow as wide as he could knowing full well one mistake could send him into the wall and into oblivion. Sara Luna ended up winning the race by a country mile, a dominant performance that signalled her intentions of claiming the crown, with teammate Deering completing a Viska 1-2 at 59 seconds down. Behind him, the battle of nerves continued to rage...but in the end, Batu did enough to bring that Orange Cow home for a podium. The WGP2 Champ had beaten the WGPC Champ for a podium spot. And it was fucking brilliant.
OC: And that's P3, P3! Well done, Batu, well done indeed!
BT: WOOO-OO-OOOOO! FUCK YEAH, THAT WAS AMAZING! It sucks that Lane couldn't get it himself but holy fuck, that was incredible!
ML: Batu, you are on the WGPC Podium! Congratulations!
BT: Thank you, Mike! Hoooh....Хонгор минь, хэцүү байсан. I'm gonna need that champagne after that one.


Batu was obviously very chuffed with himself after that one, as evidenced by the little dance he did on his car and the hugs he gave everyone afterwards. Of course, he made sure to congratulate both Viska drivers on a brilliant weekend both in the cooldown room and on the podium...but he would admit that coming out first onto the podium did feel fucking badass, as did the spraying of that champaign. Luna-Deering-Batu-iBen-Ji was the Top 5 with Ted Pressley, Faloe, Cocoabo #23, Donny and R.L. Cruisin rounding out the Top 10 while Jordan Crowe ended up a lap down in P13. After 6 rounds, Fast Cocaobo still leads but Luna is now only 4 points back and on the Charge. Carter is still in the Top 10 despite the DNF while Batu is now one of 11 drivers tied in P11 on 22 points - 4 back on Donny. Race Eelandii VTGP still leads the constructors but Viska, Eminent and Nexus ain't too far behind at all. Orange Cow is now up into 11th on 22 points, 1 ahead of Portland-Carvenlo and 1 behind Cygnus.

Next up will be a party and a half as everyone heads down to Hapilopper City for Preston's home show. That will certainly be interesting...but for now, it was time to reflect. One prayed for better days...while the other celebrated the new stepping stone.
1st: ECC4/5, NSSCRA13, RLWC22, IBS20, EBT3, EIHT2, ET20V
2nd: NSCF24/26, ARWC4, WC:TOTS, IBC34, IBS17, RUWC33/35, ECC6, EKT, WCoH52 T20WC18
3rd: ARWC3, IBC32/41, ECC3/7, ARWC6, ET20IV, ECT, RUWC37, WCoH56
NSSCRA - JR
T1: #07 Michael Stefan (S13 T1 Champ)/#64 Alfonso Mercado/#03 Maddison Riley-Jones (S10 T2 Champ)
T2: #96 Alice Jepkosgei/#70 Gongming Gao [NCR]/#79 Axel Chase

WGPO: #11 Lane Carter/ #9 Batu Tüvshinbayar (WGP2 S5 Champion)
NSTT: 4 S-Titles (3 RU)/2 D-Titles (6 RU)

UN - U1
TJUN (Ta-Jun) - An organ of the UN that focuses on "international role-play" (i.e. USA = Fang the Sniper) (U2)
TJUN-ia (Ta-Jun-ee-a) - The testing grounds of TJUN members, but operates as an independent nation. (U3)

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Postby Hapilopper » Wed Jul 05, 2023 9:43 pm

Jim Preston’s office, Preston Towers, Hapilopper City
The day after the Auruna Grand Prix – Part Two

It seemed like Marty Lewis could breathe a sigh of relief. While nothing had been set in stone, it seemed like he had both saved his own job as well as the jobs of the Preston crew, even as it came at the possible expense of drivers Rudy Edwards and William Archer. Jim Preston had indicated he would be at the upcoming Hapiloppian Grand Prix and would give Archer a dressing down – not just for his poor performance during the season, but for the fact that Preston had promised him a championship effort, and it seemed as if Archer hadn’t lived up to his end of the bargain.

But nothing was set in stone. For starters, Jim Preston needed to address the issues with the Skychief V6 program, and those bean counters off to the side of the huge office space – those gray flannel suit-and-tie types – had yet to say anything. They had yet to really express any kind of emotion. They just stared at the meeting going on, watching. If anything, there was a slight level of annoyance on their faces. They wanted this meeting to be over so they could get to those four-martini lunches they had planned out. They had figured that Marty would take his dressing down from Jim Preston, they could give their recommendations, and that would be that. But Marty had derailed those plans by demanding nobody lose their jobs – but if anyone was going to, let it be him.

Jim Preston respected people that were willing to accept responsibility and take one for the team, so he let Marty explain himself. And Marty had explained himself – asking that his crew stay intact and to give another driver – a winged sprint car driver named Kenny Wilson – a chance.

But now it was Shawn Hammer’s turn to go under the gun. Shawn was still nervous – less so than earlier, thanks to Marty derailing the conversation, but still nervous enough to wonder what his future was going to look like. You could see the sweat building on his forehead as Jim Preston turned his chair over to face Shawn.

“Mr. Hammer,” Jim Preston started. “One of the selling points that sold this company on racing in the World Grand Prix Championship was the stock block engine. We’ve sold a lot of cars that way. We’ve become the best-selling automaker in this country because of it. But the saying is ‘Win on Sunday, Sell on Monday’ and we’re not winning a lot of races. Matter of fact… UrGa is 5th, think they won a race, and Sivaleinen is dead last in the Constructor’s standings. Why?”

“Mr. Preston,” Shawn meekly started. “I’m not one for passing the buck, and I don’t like throwing other people under the bus, but I don’t think we can call Sivaleinen’s failure our own. There’s other factors in play and that’s not our doing.”

“OK, I can respect that,” Jim Preston said. “But, can you tell me what your staff and your crew is doing to get those six cars more power? I don’t want us to fall behind Sidus or Tropicorp or those extraterrestrial Nimbus guys with their Imagination alien technology mess.”

Marty tried so hard to suppress a laugh at Jim Preston’s shot at the Paragon Warp, leaving him snorting with laughter.

“Mr. Lewis, what’s funny?” Jim Preston responded.

“That’s the best description for the Nexus engines I’ve heard,” Marty said. “But go on.”

“Please do, Mr. Hammer,” Jim Preston responded as he cast an interesting glance towards Marty – a look that said yeah, I get you.

“So, we are in the process of completing the Gen2 engine,” Shawn said. “The Gen2 engine, if you let us run it, weighs about 45 pounds less, and at 8,500 RPM, produces about 80 more horsepower than the Gen1 engine. It’s a little bit shorter so that’ll give us a lower center of gravity and will allow designers a little lower race car, which is good for aerodynamics.”

“Does it still use the Skychief block?” Jim Preston asked. “Is it still cheaper? Does this still showcase our engine, rather than it being a whole new engine?”

“It still uses the Skychief block, yes,” Shawn said. “It still costs less than a throughbred Tropicorp or Sidus engine, yes. No comment on the Nexus engine. But it’s still an engine for the masses. I think, next season, we could fit as many as five teams with these engines.”

“Good,” Jim Preston said. “How does that work with staffing? Because I know you hired a lot of staff to help UrGa and Sivaleinen.”

“It works,” Shawn said. “That’s where the five team limit comes in. We have capacity for staff for five WGPC teams. After that, the staff becomes stretched too thin and we start losing money on the project and we’d have to raise the prices for the engine lease. And one of the selling points for the engine is that it’s as cheap as it it is.”

“So… go to the paddock this weekend, get someone and poll all the teams. Would you be willing to run a Preston engine in your cars next season?” Jim Preston said, theorizing a solution.

“I’d like us to have four teams at least,” Shawn said. “Of course, we’ve got our works team. I don’t know if we’re going to get UrGa back next season, I’d like us to work with Sivaleinen again because I think they’ve got potential, we did have a deal with a Valentian team that didn’t get accepted. We were very disappointed that WGPC turned their application down, but I think that was due to capacity.”

“Was that the MeowMeow guys?” Marty asked.

“Yeah, it was the MeowMeow team,” Shawn said. “Unfortunately the WGPC picked another team over MeowMeow, otherwise we’d have four teams on the grid. Hopefully we can get those four and maybe another next year.”

“That’d be nice,” Jim Preston responded. “But seriously, get someone to poll the paddock and maybe we can figure out if we need to raise the prices a bit.”

But as it seemed like the temperature in the room was going to decrease substantially, one of the suit-and-tie types of the Executive Board, figured now was the time to speak up, so they could get this meeting over, so they could get to those four martini lunches.

“Excuse me, we did have a recommendation to provide today,” said Patrick Christopher, a member of the Executive Board. “As stewards of this company’s funds, we feel as if this program is a poor use of funds. We’ve looked at the the ledgers coming from both the engine program as well as from the race team, and we would like to see some serious changes come to this organization.”

Marty and Shawn turned to look at Christopher, while Jim Preston took a deep breath, dreading what was coming.

“We feel that, first off, that these funds can be better spent conducting intensive research and development for our road vehicles, or for advertising,” Christopher explained. “We feel that automobile racing is a poor use of these funds, and would strongly suggest that Preston Autos either divest of their auto racing properties or close them down. There is a massive budget – too large of a budget for our liking – dedicated to Preston Grand Prix, the Skychief V6 program, as well as for Team Blue. Preston Autos does not need to be investing that many hundreds of millions of dollars into auto racing programs.”

“So… you’re going to pull the plug?” Marty asked. “After what we said?”

“Mr. Lewis,” Christopher groused. “I’m not finished. Thank you. We understand that this will make around 600 to 700 people redundant, as well as a number of very well-paid racing drivers, one of which, as far as I’m reading this, was paid around $135 million in the last year alone, between salary, sponsor endorsement deals and performance bonuses, including a sizable bonus for winning the NSSCRA Championship. I think those sort of funds can be better used on what we’re supposed to do as an automaker, which means producing automobiles for the public, not supporting some unnecessarily expensive folly that will cost this company money every year, regardless of how successful it is. Our final recommendation is to drop our auto racing programs. This means one final year for each of them – one final year for the Grand Prix team, one final year for the engine program, and one final year for Team Blue.”

Jim Preston sat back in his chair and shook his head. This was not the kind of recommendation he wanted to hear, nor was it the kind of recommendation he wanted to follow through with. But the Executive Board was a powerful group, and could try to get Jim Preston ousted as head of Preston Autos and replaced with someone who could shutter the auto racing programs, lock stock and barrel. So, for the most part, Jim Preston needed to have a really good explanation if he wanted to keep the racing programs going.

“Mr. Christopher, to cease our auto racing involvement runs counter to what Preston Autos is all about,” Jim Preston said. “Auto racing is part of our DNA. We’ve won countless times in HASCAR, in the Hap Championship Series, and we’ve carried the banner all over the world and won races there too. Drake Stevenson and Taylor Henderson have driven our cars to win championships in NSSCRA. That is so important to what we do with Preston Autos, and I’ll be god damned if you’re going to take that away from us.”

“Mr. Preston, at some point, we have to acknowledge the heavy financial costs associated with the sport of automobile racing,” Christopher shot back. “And we have to question if whether or not this is a good use of our funds.”

“God damn it, man, this is our reputation!” Jim Preston shouted. “This is our fucking reputation! We are racers! We sell cars because people see our cars win races!”

“And at some point, we are seeing that belief – of ‘Win on Sunday, Sell on Monday’ start to evaporate,” Christopher responded. “I will not tolerate being shouted at, nor will I accept the backwards mindset that this automaker can not exist without a giant albatross of a nine-figure yearly expense. If we remove that albatross from our necks, Preston Autos can be a stronger company, and as far as if the race teams survive or not, well… that’s not really my concern. We can improve our image without being associated with some of those… you know, THOSE people.”

“So, people that are beneath you, huh?” Marty snapped. “Let me tell you something, buddy. You wouldn’t know what made a good car if it reached up and bit you right in the ass!”

“Marty, Marty…” Jim Preston started. “Mr. Christopher, I am not going to close our racing programs.”

“You won’t?” Christopher said. “At the very least, I want that man gone. I’m not going to be talked to in that manner. What’s your name… Marty Lewis?”

“Yeah. What’s your name, shithead?” Marty snapped back.

“MARTY!” Jim Preston roared. “Settle down! Mr. Christopher…”

“Settle down nothing,” Christopher snapped. “I want him gone today. I do not get talked to that way. If you talk to me, you talk to me with respect, you understand that? And then I want you to act on our suggestions. If not, we’ll take action by the end of the year and we’ll have those organizations closed down. I’m not going to be represented by filth like Mr. Marty Lewis. Now then, I am leaving and I am off to my next engagement.”

Christopher – and the rest of the Preston Executive Board – stormed out of Jim Preston’s office, leaving just Jim Preston, Marty and Shawn.

“Marty,” Jim Preston said. “Calm the fuck down. I didn’t need you shouting at him like that. We’re going to need to figure out how to fight that one off.”

“So, I’m fired, right?” Marty asked.

“No, I’m not firing you, and neither is Shawn,” Jim Preston said. “Let me tell you something, though… I need you to get Al Shelton on the phone and I need him to get an emergency meeting at Team Blue going. I need you to get an emergency meeting at your team going. I need you guys to get this shit stopped. Because this company isn’t what it is without our racing programs. Period.”

“I can do that,” Marty said.
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Postby Hapilopper » Thu Jul 06, 2023 8:18 am

WELCOME TO HAPILOPPER CITY!

The Hapilopper City Grand Prix Circuit, home of the Preston Autos Grand Prix of Hapilopper, is the host of the 7th round of the World Grand Prix Championship, and has become known as one of the leading natural-terrain road race circuits in the Dominion. Located on the western outskirts of Hapilopper City, the track features a beautiful collection of elevation changes and challenging corners that are sure to give even the most cynical driver that little bit of driving pleasure. Over 150,000 fans are expected on the grounds of the Grand Prix Circuit for the third running of the Hapiloppian Grand Prix, and the race will be beamed live across Hapilopper over the Hapilopper Television Network, as well as across the multiverse on the WGPC's many broadcast partners.

Of course, while auto racing has long been king in Hapilopper, and while the Hapilopper National Exhibition will be underway for the next several weeks, there’s plenty of other things to do in the Dominion beside watching auto racing. Hapilopper City, for example, the largest city and capital of the Dominion, is one of the cultural centers in the region. The National Museum of Natural and Unnatural History, for instance, is a popular place for out-of-town residents, and features exhibits such as the dinosaurs that once roamed the lands of Hapilopper, the drum kit used by the famous rock band “The Kingslayers,” and the car driven by Team Blue driver Chet Byrd to win the 1980 HASCAR Challenge Cup.
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Hamilton Square in downtown Hapilopper City
is the sentimental center of town.

Not interested in historic artifacts? How about checking out a concert? Hapilopper City has more than their fair share of concert halls, and on a given night in downtown Hapilopper City, you’ll find your favorite genre of music, regardless of what it is. There’s the Stockyards, one of the leading country music venues in the country, that features a headliner almost every night. There’s Palmwoods Hall, one of the top venues for up-and-coming rock stars, that has a show every night this week. There’s Riverside Park, which features some of the top rap and hip-hop stars in the country, and Kenwood’s, one of the top dance music venues in the country.

If loud music isn't your thing, there's plenty of other things to enjoy. Some of the finest culinary selections in all of Atlantian Oceania reside in Hapilopper City, including Craven's Steakhouse, rated by "Chunk o'Meat Monthly", Hapilopper's guide to restaurants, as the best steakhouse in all of the Dominion. Like beer? Check out Andrew's Pub, located on the north side of Hapilopper City! Andrew McPherson, the proprietor, and a former HASCAR driver, carries no less than three dozen beers on tap and carries all the major sporting events on four big-screen televisions in the bar. You might even see one of Team Blue's famous drivers, all of whom frequent the watering hole!

The city, with a population of 36,140,000, is the largest city in Hapilopper, and is moving every single minute of the day and night. The sentimental center of town, of course, is Hamilton Square. Almost 250 years ago, Hapilopper City, then known as Hamilton City, grew out of that square, and in 1879, to celebrate the city’s and the nation’s centennial, a giant fountain was erected in the middle of Hamilton Square. Since then, the area has become the site of major concerts and watch parties for some of the biggest moments in Hapiloppian Sport, most notably two years ago when the Hapilopper National Football Team stunned the world and won the Baptism of Fire. Thousands of fans are expected to congregate on Hamilton Square this weekend to watch their favorite drivers, Rudy Edwards and William Archer, go for glory at the Grand Prix Circuit this weekend.




The Hapilopper City Grand Prix Circuit:
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The Hapilopper City Grand Prix Circuit is located on the western outskirts of Hapilopper City, actually located in the nearby suburb of Paulson. The circuit was built back in the late 1990s in an effort to attract international road racing to the Dominion, and an estimated 120,000 fans are expected to fill the circuit grounds for a Grand Prix weekend, should the circuit be granted a Grand Prix. What kind of race the circuit will present depends on the weather. If Hapilopper's notoriously-finicky weather gets involved, mayhem could ensure. If not, many expect a fantastic race anyway with lots of passing opportunities and high speed ruling the day. Below is some information about the corners and portions of the track drivers will encounter.

FIRST RIGHT:
Your lap starts with First Right, a flat-out right kink leading downhill to Downhill Pass. Typically, it is not considered wise to make a passing move here, unless the trailing car has picked up a huge draft off the leading car. Expect speeds to approach 210 mph past First Right, which should give fans on the pit straight a real thrill as they see cars haul ass at top speed towards Downhill Pass.

DOWNHILL PASS:
Your first real opportunity at passing comes at Downhill Pass, a downhill left hand corner, and a possible trouble spot throughout the race. Drivers in the Hapilopper Championship Series have been known for missing their braking point and hurtling right off the track and into the neighboring sand trap. Behind Downhill Pass, fans will congregate on a viewing area hill, known as "Spectator Hill," which gives fans a great view of Downhill Pass and the McLaughlin's complex. Drivers, marshals and photographers have told stories of watching smoke from barbecues on Spectator Hill wafting across the circuit and becoming momentarily distracted by the scent of barbecue chicken and ribs.

McLAUGHLIN'S:
Named for former gentleman driver Peter McLaughlin, who competed in sports car racing across three decades in the Dominion, and the designer of this circuit, the McLaughlin's circuit consists of two uphill corners. The first one comes after a short straight following Downhill Pass, and gives drivers another opportunity to perform overtaking maneuvers. Maybe someone might want to repass whoever got by them at Downhill Pass. A short straight connects the two McLaughlin corners, which leads towards a small almost straight leading to Slidey Right.

SLIDEY RIGHT:
This corner gained its name following a rainy day a few years ago when the corner, already slick from a car blowing an engine and oiling down the track, sent car after car off the track due to virtually no traction on the track. Slidey Right is a tough corner on a dry day, a pain in the ass on a rainy day, and a bold place to make a passing move for the braves of drivers. Look for a lot of action here.

FLAT LEFT AND RIGHT:
An unofficial series of esses, Flat Left and Flat Right, as the name would suggest, are taken at full-throttle as drivers make their way to one of the most interestingly-named sections of the track. Don't expect a lot of passing on Flat Left and Right, unless the drivers involved in such a move are either a.) unspeakably brave or b.) terminally stupid. A handful of drivers have tried making passing moves either leading up to, or in the middle of, Flat Right, which have led to some horrific accidents in the past, most notably during a Hapilopper Championship Series race a few years ago when Leroy Keegan ran over the left-rear of Blake Broadbent, sending him skyward, before tumbling all the way to Oh Crap There's A Wall.

OH CRAP THERE'S A WALL:
Perhaps the most famous feature of the Hap City Grand Prix Circuit, "Oh Crap There's a Wall" is a sudden left-hand corner accompanied by an unforgiving concrete wall along the track surface. Top WGPC cars will take Flat Right at full-throttle before having to slam on the brakes for the relatively slow Oh Crap There's A Wall, taken at an estimated 80 mph. Drivers in the Hapilopper Championship Series have hit the outside wall on multiple occasions, wrecking their day and leading to increased discussions that maybe there should be a little bit of runoff just the racing surface. Either way, Oh Crap There's A Wall is a great place for a driver to make a balls-to-the-wall passing move on the braking from 180 to 80 - or less. In recent years, the Hapilopper Television Network has painted a giant red bullseye on the wall at "Oh Crap There's a Wall" for drivers to hit, as part of a controversial contest where fans can win if the driver of their choice smacks that wall.

CHICKEN BONE ALLEY:
A number of road circuits across Hapilopper (and yes, they do exist) have named perhaps the most remote part of their circuit "Chicken Bone Alley" for the cheap seats typically located there. Chicken Bone Alley on the Hap City Grand Prix Circuit is the straight between Oh Crap There's A Wall and the Triple Diamond and features grandstands on either side. Drivers in multiple racing series have accused fans in this section of the track of throwing fried chicken bones at their cars midrace. No bones were found by corner workers, but the accusation still stands.

TRIPLE DIAMOND COMPLEX:
The Triple Diamond Complex, at one point, featured a long triple-apex corner leading onto the Final Straight. However, due to concerns that this corner could allow some of the top teams to run somewhere in the neighborhood of three kilometers plus at full throttle, officials with the Grand Prix circuit made the hard decision to install a chicane between the second and third apexes of Triple Diamond. The chicane - a slow right hander in the middle of apex two - slows cars down, and again for the left-right segment leading onto Final Straight.



THEY CRASH, YOU WIN!
Making its return to the Hapiloppian Grand Prix is the wildly popular “They Crash, You Win!” Sweepstakes! A staple of Hapiloppian WGPC and NSSCRA races, “They Crash, You Win!” allows fans to guess the particular driver will nail a wall at a specific part of the track! For the Hapiloppian Grand Prix, it’s the wall on driver’s right at Oh Crap, There’s A Wall! It’s a tough, slow left hand corner following one of the fastest parts of the circuit, and drivers have often found it hard to navigate.
All fans have to do is log into htn.co.hp/grandprix at any point before lights out for the Hapiloppian Grand Prix and select the driver they think will be the first to smash the wall at Oh Crap, There’s A Wall during the Grand Prix. When that first driver smashes the wall, HTN will do a drawing among the fans that selected that driver, and the winning entry will receive a healthy prize package, including free tickets to the NSSCRA or HASCAR race of their choosing, airfare, hotel accommodations and $20,000 of spending money!

Currently, over 1.2 million entries have been submitted from across Hapilopper. Currently, the most popular choices for fans include both Preston Autos drivers, Rudy Edwards and William Archer, as well as Eminent driver Anneliese Devereux, Kalyan driver Ted Pressley, Nexus Racing’s Ryker Lane and Sivaleinen’s Lillý Náttmörðsdóttir! Be sure to get your entry submitted before lights go out to start the Hapiloppian Grand Prix, which you can see this Sunday at 2 p.m. local time on HTN!

CONTEST RULES:
Entries must be submitted before 14:00:00 on Sunday local time. Employees of the Hapilopper Television Network, Preston Automobile Company, Good Motor Oil, Hapilopper Grand Prix Corporation and its subsidiaries not eligible. Giveaway will not be conducted if accident leads to serious injury or loss of life or limb to driver, spectator or track worker. Contest is restricted to residents of Hapilopper and Wreckeria ages 13 and older. Races held in Anaia region excluded from prize package options. No purchase is necessary to enter. Your chances of winning do not increase with a purchase. This sweepstakes is subject to federal and local laws and regulations and void where prohibited by law.
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Postby Tumbra » Thu Jul 06, 2023 10:40 am

Auruna

“Stop the car, Bryce, stop the car, stop the car, find a safe place to stop the car and go to P-1, then P-0,” came the radio message from the pitwall. For the third of six races, mechanical gremlins had yet again troubled Bryce Yannec’s car and forced an early retirement; it hadn’t been Bryce’s fault, partially, at least, that he was one of three drivers on the grid with 0 points.

“We’re so sorry, Bryce, it happens.” said team principal Jack Brook over the radio. “Happens a bit too much,” came the short and curt reply from Pressley’s no. 2. All Brook could do was give his deputy team principal, Steven Cheung, one of those looks that suggested he was to blame for everything. Cheung, for his part, merely shrugged and looked back at the timing screens.

Pressley Racing’s pace had vanished. The team were struggling for pace, and Sophie’s very expensive accident in the Nexus Wardship had put quite a strain on the team’s finances. Thankfully, they’d moved on to the PRE-023B; and while Bryce’s mechanical mishaps meant that that ship had sailed for his part, there was still some chance that Sophie could string something together.

The car took agonisingly long to return to the pits; by then, Brook had turned his attention back to the screen. He’d wondered whether Sophie was scared after her big crash in the Nexus Wardship; but hadn’t dared to ask. After all, she wasn’t a little girl anymore. It did seem like the crash had affected her in some form, however; she was not as aggressive as usual in practice nor qualifying.

Half A Week Earlier

“Should have a talk with her sometime,” said Sonia Fairbairn, Sophie’s race engineer. “She’s shaken. Probably should have let Dario go in her place instead for the mid-season test.” Dario Nulkeschlager, the team’s reserve driver, had been put in Yannec’s place for the test in Atheara; in hindsight, it was probably the wrong decision. Yannec needed more confidence in the car; and to ask Sophie to step into the car that had taken her on a giant ride just a week and a half later felt a little cruel.

“If I told her that, she’d probably strangle me,” Jack mused.

“That was true then, Jack,” Sonia replied without hesitation. “I’m not so sure it’s true now.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. She’s been a lot quieter. Withdrawn. I talked to her about a contract and she just said no.”

“No? As in, no, no, or not right now, no?”

Sonia looked scandalised. “The latter, but is that really what you’re focusing on right now?”

“I…”

“Jack, I know you were never her biggest fan –”

“I wasn’t a fan of her stepping into the WGPC seat this early. In a few years? Yes. After a season or two in WGP2. But now, at the age of 19? No. That was what I was against, Sonia. I know Sophie can make it all the way to the top. She just needs more time.”

Auruna

“How’s the car, Sophie?” said Sonia.

“Good,” came the breathless response.

“Bryce is out, he’s had another mechanical problem. Take it easy on the car, please.”


“No.”

“What do you mean, no?”

“I need the points!”

“Sophie, you’re not going to get any points if you drive the car to bits!”

“I won’t get any points…if I’m slow!”

“Sophie, this is Jack,” came the brusque voice of Jack over the radio. “Please, just bring the car home. We’ve already lost Bryce, I’m not risking the double retirement. Just drive the car, and we’ll be fine.”

“Leave me alone! Let me drive the car!”


“Sophie, the car will not last if you keep overdriving it.”

“I need the points!”

And that was the end of the conversation. Jack could only stare on as Sophie kept on driving the car, ruthlessly chasing down William Archer. It was here that Sophie’s rawness showed; while she was bounding down on the blue Preston at a pace that was exceptionally fast, she was overdriving the car; her tyres were red-hot, and her brakes, which had been the cause of her previous spectacular flame-out in the Wardship, were searing again —

— and then on lap 41, time stopped.

Sophie

For Sophie McCreary, it wasn’t a matter of points. She’d found herself this deep in the season with a potential title challenge on hand — though it was really anyone’s championship, because this season had been particularly close — and she didn’t want to let it go. Her two podiums early in the season had felt a long time ago, now; they’d deadened the stinging criticism of her being brash, rude on the radio, too young for the seat, and now, every week, she felt the criticism coming back, in waves, on the radio, in the media.

So the best thing she could do was drive. Just…drive. But the car had somehow gotten worse; it had become less responsive, less fluttery; it had become a bucking bronco of a car, difficult to tame and even more difficult to wrangle. Bryce and her had spent many late afternoons trying to figure out how exactly the car was meant to go; and it seemed like their test driver Dario hadn’t figured out how to get the beast back under control either.
Still, she had a race to place well in. William Archer was five seconds up the road in an uncompetitive Preston; she could probably make that up in three laps. A faint “GET GOOD” rear wing was disappearing up the road on lap 37; by lap 40, the rear wing was staring her in the face. All she needed to do was pick her chance at one of the many hairpins at the end of the long straights of Aksrena; but her time would come.

Lap 41. It was now or never; she was cooking the tires and she knew it. Gingerly, not too aggressively — though probably too aggressively for everyone else’s standards — she flung the car into the corners. For the first time in a while, it responded well. For most of the lap, she kept Archer in her sights; deciding to go for the overtake at turn 19; but she would require an inch-perfect exit out of the terrifyingly fast left-hander that was turn 18.

She nailed it. Archer was in her sights; all she had to do was outbreak the Preston, and she was home free, free to try and challenge whomever it was that was next up the track. Steeling herself, she judged her marker, and then white smoke emerged from her brakes once more, and she could feel a horrid noise as the suspension gave way again; and then she was once again a passenger in her own car.

But this time, it was different.

No sooner had the wreckage come to a bumping halt did Sophie feel something extremely warm; burning, even. The smell of burning carbon fibre hit her nostrils; and although she felt a dull pain in her legs, she still pulled herself free of the burning wreck of what used to be a PRE-023B, and staggered herself to safety. Somehow, she managed to wobble her way to the marshal’s post; it was all she could do before gravity hit and she had to sit down.

The rest? A blur.

Ted

The red flag was somewhat of a surprise; it wasn’t often that there were red flags in WGPC. Ted’s pitwall, frustratingly, couldn’t feed him the information that he needed about the driver who had gone off. Immediately after pulling up in the pits, he’d ran over to the Kaylan pitwall, trying to figure out who it was; and his heart sank when he saw the smouldering wreck of a Pressley. It could only be one person; he knew Yannec had suffered another mechanical failure earlier on.

It took all his might to not take off his helmet and run to wherever Sophie was right now, Pressley-Pressley persona non grata status be damned. Xander could obviously tell he was distressed; but all he could do was to tell Ted to calm down, and drive the last eight laps of the race. After all, there were valuable points on the table; he could potentially double his tally.

He sighed, and could only agree with the Togonistani; he wanted nothing more than to be with Sophie and see if she was okay. But she would still be there after the race; and after the last eight laps, he ran off to the medical centre to see if she was okay.

Pushing his way past members of the Pressley team, people he knew, people he respected, but had an invisible wall built up between them because of the rift between him and his dad, he reached Sophie’s bed. She was fine, just cut up a bit from the carbon fibre; but overall, she was still fine.

“Ted…” was all she could muster.

“Ted.” came a voice from behind him. He recognised the cadence immediately; the tone, the voice. It was, of course, Charlie Pressley. He looked behind his shoulder; one wave of his hand and the assembled Pressley staff filed out of the room. Jack Brook, Pressley team principal and a long-time superior of Ted, nodded his head at Ted in recognition of his presence; then shut the door.

“Dad.”

“It’s been a while.” the elder Pressley chuckled.

“Is this what you’re happy with? You’ve landed Sophie in the fucking hospital. Was this part of your grand plan to get back at me?”

“Get back at you?” the elder Pressley’s eyes narrowed. “You were the one who didn’t want to be associated with me after I told you to win in the Kaylan. Ultimately, what, you finish third, and then you land in that dog of a car for two seasons straight.”

“Don’t think I don’t know why you put Sophie in that seat. You wanted me to feel as if I was replaceable, not special. I —”

“— was just doing what I needed to do to keep my team’s best interests at heart,” Charlie said. “Sophie was, how do I put this…next in line.”

“We’re not fucking automatons.”

“But it is what it is.”

“I’m never driving for Pressley Racing Team so long as you’re in charge.”

“And I’m saying that I won’t need you to. Even if Sophie here,” he made a gesture towards Sophie, who was looking horrified at the evolving argument between father and son, “decides to be the second Tumbran driver to bite the hand that feeds her, pack it up and leave, there will be others. iBen Toralmintii. William Archer. Olivia Stone. Plenty of talent on the grid who would bite my fucking hand off for a seat on a grid in a reasonably competitive car.”

“And a car that sets itself on fire every time someone pushes the brakes.”

“That…” Charlie looked down at Sophie. “These were unfortunate incidents caused by an inexperienced driver.”

Sophie looked scandalised.


“You don’t talk about Sophie like that, assHOLE!” Ted shrieked as he raised his hand and slapped Charlie Pressley on the cheek, storming out of the medical centre without a care in the world.

Hapilopper

“And that’s…been the two weeks since Auruna,” said Ted to his dining partner and now quasi-boyfriend, sitting opposite him. The honey blond hair kind of gave away who his dining partner was, but he was also wearing sunglasses and a hoodie.

And to be fair to him, while it wasn’t exactly an attire that screamed “I’m on a date!”, he was wearing about the same thing. Given that Hapilopper was a nation crazy about racing — though mainly the version that saw beefy stock cars fling themselves around ovals rather than the dainty precision demanded by open-wheelers — the privacy was needed.

“But enough about me, eh?” Ted chuckled as he looked at the menu of the cafe. “Been a rough few weeks…I just needed to get it off my chest. Order what you like. I’ll pay. I don’t know what they pay you in, those aliens, but it’s my turn to treat you anyway.”

Ted had paid for every date they’d gone on in secret since Cocoabo Forest, but he wasn’t about to let Janne get a word in lengthwise.

“So tell me. How was your week?”
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Postby Aboveland » Thu Jul 06, 2023 1:30 pm

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Edvin looks out towards the track from inside the workshop, through the blinds which occlude the misted-up, roof-height windows. The patter of the rain outside — a constant at the Comprehensive Test Facility, so the team has realized throughout the season; a fact which, if nothing else, beat the track freezing up for months on end — clatters against the sheet-metal roofing of the garage, but it's dampened by the tarp dividers throughout the floor. Under the fluorescent lighting, the garish jagged lines atop the AGP004 chassis glistened, outshone by the mesmerizing reflection of the light tubes on the pitch-black, unpainted carbon fiber all around. As he looks on at the mechanics, who delicately polish the last of the nooks and crannies left to leave the cars ready for Hapilopper, his gaze turns pensive, almost melancholy. He brings one hand up to his opposite cheek, and as he runs his palm down his fresh-shaved skin he pauses at a blemish to pick on it with his nail. After a few scratches, he catches himself and clenches his fist.

One bad race could have happened to anyone — a morale annihilator, at the very least, for that race to happen to be the first of the season. Two flunks could also have been a reasonable possibility, even though both results happening in a row would surely be disheartening to even the most resilient team principal. Now, three consecutive disasters — the third, a double retirement just past a fifth of the race distance, debuting a special livery for the team's semi-home race — that was an absolute doozy. At first, for Edvin and sporting director Terho, the team's fortunes had seemed mildly amusing: after dominating the WGPC to an unprecedented degree for two seasons straight, and nearly coming out on top in a third, they joked that their luck was bound to run out at some point in time. By the time they had decided to scrap the new car and return to the old spec, however — even before the third damned race — the joke had run its course, and it had started to feel more like a never-ending spell of sleep paralysis.

In the distance, looking beyond the facility limits towards the nearby sandy shores of Tropicoast, the rain clouds seem to part, their two columns of torrential rain split by shearing rays of golden, early afternoon sunlight. The sides of Edvin's mouth curl upwards on their own.

For a team — and a team principal — so accustomed to success, the team's early struggles were an impossible pill to swallow. In fact, the plight of Colourworks and their four year-old chassis had completely overshadowed every other enticing story Edvin had hoped the team would live to tell throughout WGPC20: their publicity battles with Preston, on and off the track, left on hiatus (as the Preston team wrestled woes of their own); the rise of Chromatik star Ji So-Yeong, stifled by a car with no pace at all; the bitter and ongoing court battle with the Abovian Financial Inquiries Police regarding the home team facilities' embargo, relegated to supporting character status — despite the centrality of its role in the collapse of TRÆ — in the tale of a winner forgone.

But much like the resilient little rays of sunshine clawing their way out of the overcast skies, the fortunes of Tropicorp—Colourworks Grand Prix — a name which would be exorcised, burned, staked, and garlicked to ensure it never came back, as soon as it was possible to do so — finally began to shift in the last race of the first half of the season: at the ever-revered Nexus Wardship, of all places, a place so overflowing with success stories, learning opportunities, and heart-warming title definitions for TRÆ and the WGPC at large. Though the luckless spell of the reigning world champion continued — a third consecutive retirement for iBen continuing the torridity of his swansong season — the weekend was a victory for Abovian motorsport as a whole. Janne Laukkanen's maiden win took all the headlines across the multiverse, topped off by a sensational drive from polesitter Ji So-Yeong to a maiden podium and the first points of the season for the ailing outfit. A week later, in Auruna, it was iBen leading the rookie to a solid 4-5 finish, celebrated in the Colourworks garage with as much fervor and enthusiasm as their successful title defense in WGPC18.

Still, a lot of questions lingered. What would be of iBen? Who'd take his place — or who would dare to leave their team for Colourworks — if he ultimately decided to retire after the season? How long would Ji's resurgence last? What would happen to the Colourworks name? Would the Vilitan partnership continue after such a dramatic loss in performance? Would the team lose its main, historic rival, Preston, in the process?

"Edvin," calls out a voice from the edge of the garage, followed by intensifying rubber-soled footsteps. "Nyttispalvelu is on call now," the voice continues, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Going," Edvin replies, turning towards Terho, the voice-holder, and making his way back up to his office.

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Colourworks Team Principal Pekkanen on WGPC20, Rallygate, Drivers, and More
Amid the toughest season ever for the renowned and renamed WGPC outfit Tropicorp-Colourworks Grand Prix, Team Principal Edvin Pekkanen gives his thoughts on the 20th WGPC season so far, how the team is working to improve their pace despite their setbacks, and what lies ahead for the embattled two-time champion outfit in their quest to match their previous success.

For as long as the WGPC had existed before season 14, the premier class of open-wheel racing in the multiverse had been renowned for its unpredictable nature. Teams such as Carvenlo and Rolatia, twice in a row constructors' champions — the former twice, under two different names, in two vastly different eras — were the exception rather than the rule, their titles and defenses all attained in nail-biting showdowns between them and their rivals. WGPC was a series where one season's champion could go on to never win again, where an underdog could one day rise to the top in an ephemeral show of brilliance, where trends were coincidental rather than predictable.

With the arrival of the Talvela-Toralmintii duo in WGPC14, all of that changed. Suddenly, a team that had lost on glory to the almighty Carvenlo, a luckless, mid-rank driver successful in the oft-forgotten NSGP series, and a fresh-faced rally driver from a far-flung Arctic nation revolutionized the WGPC forever. Vilita and Turori Motorworks, later becoming Tropicorp Racing Ælund in WGPC16, went from scraping by at the top to dominating entire seasons of WGPC, breaking points records for its drivers and teams alike, winning seasons with entire weeks, rather than seconds, to spare. And even despite the overwhelming prowess of the Talvela-Toralmintii-Tropicorp axis, the season grew and flourished as prospective assaults from Vangaziland, Sorlovia, the Nexus Wardship, Mattijana, Filindostan, and Hapilopper rose to the task of toppling the all-conquering bi-national outfit. Yet with all the success in the world, nothing could prepare the team for what was to come.

“We could say that Rallygate clipped our wings,” Edvin Pekkanen admitted. “But for sure, the problem has run deeper than that.”

Reflecting on how the 20th season of WGPC has fared so far for the primarily Abovian team, Pekkanen confessed that the team’s failure to score in the first four rounds of the season was unimaginable. “We never expected to be locked out of our development facilities at home; the sudden turn of events led us to take drastic, perhaps scrappily planned measures, but to be lagging so far behind the competition was something we believed was impossible.”

Into WGPC20, the stage was set for the series to witness a titanic battle between stablemates Tropicorp Racing Ælund and Hapiloppian outfit Preston Racing. The two teams’ war of words held its weight on the track, with Fleftic driver William Archer taking the fight to iBen Toralmintii in WGPC19 as a fantastic resurgence for the team and the driver coincided with the start of a lull for TRÆ. “Already last season we had been attempting to get back on our feet with the departure of Terho [Talvela],” Pekkanen said. “AGP003 was bound to be long in the tooth already for one more evolution but we believed that, with the title still clinched the previous season, that the car still had another year left in it. Ultimately, it carried iBen to the title, but it was not enough to carry Sara Luna along on the ride.”

Having lost the constructors’ title to arch-rivals Badai Angin in season 19, the Abovian-Vilitan outfit was expected to roll out a brand-new machine for the long-awaited 20th season of WGPC — but fate would not have it that way. A still unresolved corruption scandal involving Ælund Rallisport, the rallying arm of TRÆ parent team Ælund Racing, placed a crippling embargo on Tropicorp Racing Ælund’s Abovian-based assets, stifling any hopes of a breakthrough in development going into the new season despite the opening of a new test track in tropical Atlantian Oceania. Predicting a significant performance handicap for their aging base chassis, the outfit decided to trial an active suspension system just in time for the inaugural race of the season, with disastrous results.

“Returning to AGP004 was a good idea,” Pekkanen said, admitting that the team’s earlier philosophy of utilizing active aerodynamics was a more effective solution for the car. “We had a double retirement in Tropicorp because the cars we were running had earlier been mothballed, but as soon as we got back into the groove of working on the earlier car remotely — that is, from Tropicoast instead of Lintulahti — it’s clear that the results have been coming our way again.”

Despite the old car’s performance improving in the latter stages of WGPC20, Pekkanen is adamant that change is important for the coming season — and that resolving the Rallygate embargo is on the top of their priority list. “That AGP004 has scored a podium this season is a testament to how good our car was back in season 17, when it more than doubled the runner up team’s total points tally on its way to the teams’ championship title. But clearly, our rivals have caught up, and we will risk becoming a backmarker forever if we don’t make drastic changes for next season. Of course, all of this is more difficult when you don’t have access to half of all your resources and tools.” With the Rallygate case “stalled”, according to Pekkanen, the team principal revealed that the outfit submitted a fourth appeal to Abovian courts to lift the embargo on the assets of the grand prix outfit. “The sooner we get access to Lintulahti, the quicker we can turn this ship around,” Pekkanen said.

The ill fate of the rebranded, new-look Tropicorp-Colourworks Grand Prix team coincided with the title defense of Turorian legend iBen Toralmintii, and the debut of low-profile Chromatik driver Ji So-Yeong. As the results show, Toralmintii has been having one of the worst WGPC title defenses of all time — as of Auruna, worse than Nekoni record-holder Alexandra Mayari, whose WGPC14 campaign culminated in a grand total of two top-10 finishes and fourteen points. For Pekkanen, Toralmintii’s struggles could spell the end of the Turorian’s career — an end he is committed to signing off on whenever the reigning champion is ready. “If iBen decides that it’s time to quit after this season, then we will support his decision, as much as if he would like to give it one more go in WGPC21. The context of the team today is far from what it used to be.” When asked if Toralmintii could be struggling to find motivation, with the driver’s title milestone already reached and the lack of a clear benchmark competitor, Pekkanen conceded. “It could be,” he said. On the team’s future lineup, the principal did not shy away from speaking his mind — and congratulating his new-hire rookie. “Ji has been doing an excellent job for us, all things considered. Her podium was a humongous sigh of relief for us here at the team. She is happy to work in an environment like ours: no frills, no pressure, and mountains of backing and support behind her.” As for who could join Ji in coming seasons, should Toralmintii decide to hang up his gloves, Pekkanen was ponderous. “The obvious choice for us is Skiia Vialiv, our test driver, but she has been doing excellently in carving out her own path in the series alongside Urtovsky Gatutin. We don’t know, we’ll see — there are a lot of talented drivers on the grid, such as [Laura] Haukkana and [Ted] Pressley, who maybe deserve our watchful eye on them as well. Now, the challenge is on us to convince them we’ll have better seasons moving forward,” he said with a chuckle.

As the season moves on to its final four-race stretch, with dates in Hapilopper, Tumbra, Aboveland, and Esmerel, Pekkanen is confident that Tropicorp-Colourworks can make a splash if it keeps up its recent pace. “Our targets now are to just continue to score in every race,” Pekkanen admitted. “Winning, or having a good result at least, in Aboveland is definitely on our minds. For now, though, we just need to thank our lucky stars that there’s a silver lining on the horizon.”
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Postby Deiorus » Fri Jul 07, 2023 3:39 am

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Igne Spupuo: A Rumoured Return?

In a surprising twist, whispers of chaos and unexpected victory surround the potential return of former racing prodigy Igne Spupuo to the world of WGPC. The 35-year-old Deiorii horse jockey, whose name once resonated with unexpected results and unyielding determination, is rumored to be on the brink of signing as a test driver, aiming to shake off the rust accumulated during his hiatus and prepare for the upcoming season.

Spupuo's rollercoaster journey has been a tale of triumph and resilience, with his previous tenure in the WGPC marked by exhilarating highs and a few unforeseen lows. During his rookie season, he carved an indomitable path, captivating the hearts of fans worldwide. Synonymous with his aggressive racing style and unwavering technique, he defied all expectations, securing a remarkable third place in the driver's championship.

However, Spupuo's rise to stardom was not without its challenges. Fueled by an audacious spirit, he often found himself teetering on the edge of control, resulting in heart-stopping encounters with barriers. Yet, his unmatched determination and unwavering pursuit of victory garnered him a legion of devoted followers, who admired his ability to triumph against the odds. Following his initial success, Spupuo vanished from the spotlight, forced into an unexpected hiatus due to the chaos unleashed by a Jacobin uprising and the ensuing civil war that ravaged his homeland, Deiorus. During these trying years, he skillfully navigated the storm, preserving his family's wealth and eluding the tragic fate of the guillotine, a testament to his resourcefulness and resilience.

Now, tantalizing rumors suggest that the enigmatic driver is poised for a triumphant comeback. Sources close to Spupuo have revealed that he has quietly honed his skills in recent months by driving his tractor around his estate, preparing for an imminent return as a test driver. The intention behind this strategic move is to shed the accumulated rust and regain his competitive edge before the start of the next season.

As speculation swirls within the racing community, enthusiasts and experts are abuzz with anticipation. Will Spupuo's tumultuous past and unexpected victories come to define his future as a test driver? How will his presence reshape the dynamics of the upcoming season? These questions linger in the minds of fans worldwide, as they eagerly await confirmation of Spupuo's return and the promise of thrilling spectacles on the race track.

If the rumors hold true, racing aficionados can prepare for an enthralling spectacle as Igne Spupuo, once again synonymous with chaos and unexpected victory, embarks on his quest to reclaim his position among the racing elite. The next chapter of his extraordinary journey awaits, and the world watches with bated breath to see if he can reignite his past brilliance and leave an indelible mark on the sport once more.
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Postby Togonistan » Fri Jul 07, 2023 10:40 am

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It is what it is. Xander sighed as he set himself down on a couch inside his motorhome. Another one done. Another one... no, it didn't feel the way it used to anymore. Something was missing. Something wasn't right. Of course, Xander knew that a lot of things weren't right at this moment. Ted had managed to bring the car over the line in 6th place, bringing himself as well as the team some much needed points. Sure, the team had been happy, even though it had come at the cost of forcing Ted back into his car despite the latter wanting to check on Sophie instead. Xander had just done what he had to do. Right?

No, it didn't feel right. In fact, nothing felt right. Their car was stuck in development hell. The powertrain still had that signature Kaylan unreliability factor to it, made evident once again by Darian suffering with engine issues throughout the whole race, forcing the Togonistani driver to focus on nursing the car throughout the race instead of getting into any serious on-track battles. If that wasn't bad enough, Sophie's ride ending up in flames, a car with a Kaylan engine in it, had only made it all much more evident. At least, from what Xander saw, he assumed Sophie's car had set on fire due to engine malfunction.

What mattered even more than any of that though, was the lack of passion he saw within the team. The Kaylan outfit at present day wasn't the same team that had won WGP2 title a few seasons prior. Sure, the faces around the paddock were the same, but they didn't look the same. That spark that had been present in everyone's eyes had faded. That willingness to push forward, that hunger to be the best they could be was gone. Instead of being the highlight of each week like they used to be, race weekends had become nothing but yet another boring day in the office.

What had he done wrong? Xander had been asking that question from himself a lot lately. Despite everything, he had tried to keep the team's spirit up any way he could, but even he had to admit that he was starting to feel the burnout. It felt like all the efforts had been in vain.

Suddenly, Xander felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. Having brought it out into his hand, the Kaylan team principal took a look at the screen and his eyes widened as he saw the caller ID. Tanielu Felafa, Xander's predecessor, former Kaylan's WGP2 Team Principal. It was no secret that both in as well as outside of Kaylan, Mr. Felafa was seen as bit of a controversial figure. After all, it had been his alleged incompetence in running the team that had opened the door for Xander to step in and take over the operations. The WGP2 title had only solidified Xander's status in Kaylan, while Felafa's prior efforts had faded in comparison.

Having stared at the screen for a few moments, Xander picked it up and put the phone to his ear.

''Hello?''

''Hello, Xander... how you feeling?''

''Not bad... I guess?''

''That didn't sound too convincing, Xander. Look, I have kept my eye on Kaylan's efforts recently and... I know the exact feeling you have right now. Try your best, do all you can and it's still not enough.''

''Did you call me to mock me? You know, I got better things to do.''

''Xander, Xander... don't you still realize?

''What are you even talking about?''

''You know very well what I'm talking about. I'm not your enemy, Xander. I'm just telling you how it is. You're a smart guy and, by now, you must have realized that your seat is starting to get kind of hot.''

''My seat is cold and solid like a block of ice in Aurun winter's night, thank you very much.''

''That's what I used to think, Xander. Look, no one is irreplaceable. No one. Kaylan is a massive corporation and once you stop doing their bidding, they will replace you at the blink of an eye.''

Xander sighed, ''Look man, what are you trying to tell me. That I'm getting fired? Where did you even get such an idea from?''

''I still got my contacts at Kaylan, it doesn't matter who. Just think about it, though. They got rid of Falepeau, they got rid of me, they got rid of Fanene. They will get rid of you, Vilau... and once your wonderkid Pressley becomes obsolete, they will get rid of him too. It's a brutal business, Xander.''

Xander furrowed his brow, ''Are you done? Because I do not have time for your silly little mind games. I do not know what you're trying to achieve here, but it sure as hell ain't working with me.''

''Just think about my words, alright?''

Xander couldn't hear if Tanielu had anything else to add, because a moment later, his phone screen shattered into little pieces as a result of the Togoni putting all of his power into throwing his cell against a wall. Breathing heavily with a blood vessel visible on his forehead, Xander stared at the remnants of his phone while taking heavy breaths.

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Postby Abanhfleft » Fri Jul 07, 2023 12:17 pm

Crossbay Circuit
Nexus Wardship of the Former Citizens of the Nimbus System
The weekend of the Nimban Grand Prix


For William Archer, the Crossbay Circuit had always been the place where he had managed to get his season back on track. It started way back in his very first season in WGP2 when he picked up his very first win in a WGPO-sanctioned race in his career. William had been having a wretched time in the second tier of WGPO competition, and it all began when he almost missed out on having a seat in WGP2 simply because he had not checked whether the email that he had sent to all teams expressing his availability was actually addressed to the proper recipients and not himself. In the end, William had to settle for the one and only offer that arrived in his inbox in the last few days of preseason from Lisander’s Bitten Heroes Academy team, a team with which he had mostly negative memories. If he wasn’t finishing last in races then he wasn’t finishing them at all. It wasn’t until the last few races that results finally started picking up for William, but whether it was because the car was finally improving to his standards or he was just dragging that Bitten Heroes machine to places it had no business being in, no one could really tell.

William Archer had gone into the Nimban Deuxieme Prix, the final race of the third season of WGP2, without much in the way of expectations. He qualified in P17 for that race, following a pattern that had been set for him for the rest of the season. William himself didn’t even know if he wanted to do something more than just keep the car on the tarmac and between the white lines at that point. Sure, the late points hauls were nice, but the trauma of the early season had pretty much caused him to decide that he wanted this contract with Bitten Heroes done and over with, and the quickest way to do that was to finish the Nimban Deuxieme Prix without any mistakes.

Rain clouds had gathered over the circuit on the day of the race, meaning that all of the data that the teams had taken during practice would have to be thrown out the window. William himself didn’t mind the rain, having grown up in a place where was an almost constant presence in his daily life. William almost wanted to go out into the rain and let it wash over him, wash away the stink of most of the rest of the season from his body and mind, but that wasn’t really an option given how close the start of the race was by that time. In any case, the only thing that William said before getting into his car was to get him a set of wet weather tires in response to the conditions. It wasn’t the big brain 1000 IQ play that some people had tried to make it out to be; everyone else had put on wet weather tires as well, so it wasn’t like William had taken on a massive gamble in order to give himself a big finish in the final race of the season.

What followed next could perhaps be described as a miracle. Through a combination of smart pit strategy and just pure outright pace (90 percent of which William could probably claim came from himself), William Archer barged his way through the rest of the WGP2 field from P17 straight to the top step of the podium. Even William was surprised that he was able to make it that far. Before the start of the race, he had made a bet with himself: if he couldn't make it into the points here in Crossbay then that would be the end of his WGPO career. He would go back to the Coalition Grand Prix Racing Association where he had his choice of teams that knew what they were doing to choose from. However, if William was able to score a point or two, he would give WGP2 another chance. But a win… he hadnt even thought about what he was going to do in that eventuality simply because he never thought he would ever actually win anything with Bitten Heroes. And yet there he was, clutching the winner's trophy on top of the podium and singing the Fleftic national anthem with his right hand over his heart. It was a memory that would stay with William forever, and the reason that Crossbay Circuit became William Archer's favorite circuit on the WGPO calendar.

William had learned his lesson in WGP2, so when he made the leap to WGPC, he didn't sit around and wait for things to happen. Once the first offer came in, he jumped on it. That offer would be from one Preston Autos Grand Prix team, and it would be the start of what was by now a three-year partnership between the Fleftic driver and the Hapiloppian outfit. Things hadn't gotten off to a good start for William once again in Season 18 of WGPC, failing to finish in the first two races in Turori and Hodori, but an early trip to Crossbay gave William hope that he was about to turn things around for himself. And that was exactly what happened. William finally scored her first points of the season with a P8 finish in the Nexus Wardship, and though it wasn't a lot of points (just four), it was still something for William, and it was also proof that the PGP-01 was a car capable of scoring points in WGPC. One could even argue that that was just the first step in proving that Preston was capable of building a race-winning car when he took the checkered flag in the two non-points races in the middle of the season.

When William, Preston, and WGPC returned to Crossbay Circuit in Season 19, things were going much more swimmingly for the young Fleftic driver by that point. Sure, he might have been forced out of the Hodori race yet again, but before that, he had already claimed his maiden pole position and podium in Liventia. His P2 finish in Liventia was made even more impressive considering the fact that he had a faulty DRS flap in his rear wing that was opening up despite the rainy conditions not permitting its use in the first place. There were no such problems for William Archer in Crossbay though; it was a calm and controlled drive to P3 to put himself in early contention for the title fight. He even got a point for the fastest lap out of it, thus proving that Preston had nailed the PGP-02 concept right on the money. Although William eventually fell out of contention due to not being able to consistently put himself on the podium, he was able to end the season with a bang by claiming back-to-back wins in Hapilopper and Vilita.

Thus it stood to reason that another trip to Crossbay would be just what the doctor ordered in terms of William Archer finally putting his career back on track. He had had enough of going through the pain of either fighting to not be last place once again or having his car quit on him at the most inopportune times. Diarcesia was the only time when his PGP-03 held itself together for long enough that William could take it over the line and finally claim some of the points that he thought he deserved to have gotten a long time ago. For any other driver, a P4 finish could be one of the greatest moments of their careers especially if they had been struggling just to get or remain in the points before, but for William (who already had two race wins under his belt), a P4 was still a disappointing finish. Then again, the Sigurd Ring was a place that he hadn’t raced in before so nearly taking a podium place in his very first race in that circuit could almost qualify as a miracle in and of itself, so William really shouldn’t have any complaints about that.

William even qualified in P17 in Crossbay once again. It really was as if the universe was giving him a sign that it was high time for him to get his championship campaign back on track. Crossbay Circuit had been kind to him every time he had gone here; why should today of all days be any different?

Sadly and unfortunately for William, the racing gods had decided that today was going to be massively different from his other races at the Nexus Wardship.

Maybe it was the karma from William constantly making fun of the Chase Cutters from the Nexus Wardship that had finally done in his streak of good results in Crossbay. Maybe it was the racing gods deciding that they enjoyed watching his misery continue for at least one more race, and they wanted to watch him squirm while both the doubter and the supporter fought inside his mind once again. But after letting him have a taste of what could have been, what should have been, whichever higher power was in charge of picking who won and lost races had decided that no, William Archer was not going to begin his bounceback and recovery in the Nexus Wardship. Crossbay Circuit, the one place where William thought he would be able to have a good day, a good race, in a season filled only with wretched moments, was about to betray him and give him one more wretched moment just because it could.

The start of the current Nimban Grand Prix, the one held as the fifth race of the 20th season of the World Grand Prix Championship, had begun in much the same way that that fateful Nimban Deuxieme Prix had for William, the only difference being that it was a bright and sunny day as opposed to pouring rain. He got a good start when the five red lights went out, beating the likes of Angela Tan Fan Ling and his good friend Adonis Fitzpatrick at the first turn before continuing his assault up the ranks. After seeing how he didn’t crash out when starting on medium tires, William decided to take the yellow-walled rubber once again to start the Nimban Grand Prix, and it really looked like it was working out for him once again. And thanks to his almost uncanny ability to manage tires much longer than most of the other drivers in the series, William was able to keep the yellow boots strapped on until the final third of the grand prix. Or at least that would have been the plan had it not been for Ryker Lane’s DNF bringing out the safety car. “Safety car is out, safety car is out,” William’s engineer reported. “Box now, box now.”

“Copy,” William said back. “Get me the hard tires. Repeat, get me the hard tires. I know I’m good with tires but even I can’t stretch the softs to 26 laps.”

“Understood.”

William had been in 9th place when he made the pit stop under the safety car. However, as he entered the pit lane alongside a handful of other drivers that decided to take advantage of the safety car period, William saw that Preston had decided to bring in his teammate Rudy Edwards as well. William couldn’t really recall where Rudy had been running up to that point, but what William knew was that Rudy had come into the pits first and so would be the first car taken care of during the double stack. William didn’t really mind the double stack, not like a lot of the fans who watched the races. If there was a big enough gap between a team’s two drivers, and if the pit crew was a well-oiled machine then a team should definitely go for a double stack if it was going to be advantageous for everyone involved. However, to William’s eyes, the current situation was anything but a good time for a double stack. Then again, that was why he was the driver and not the engineer or the strategist.

William took his place behind Rudy’s PGP-03 in the pit stall and waited as the pit crew got to work on the Hapiloppian’s machine. William expected the crew to remove Rudy’s old tires and swap them with a new set within 2.5 seconds, three seconds max, but to his horror, the Preston crew once again looked like they were having some difficulty removing both of Rudy’s rear tires. They were eventually able to remove the tires and swap them for fresh rubber, but only after what felt like an eternity in terms of pit stops. Rudy roared out of the stall to clear the way for William, and just as he was pulling in, he saw to his horror that the tires waiting for him had red stripes and not white as he had specifically requested. “Hey, those are not hard tires!” he called out on the radio. “Those are soft tires! Guys, I asked for hard tires! What’s happening here?”

Whatever reply his engineer may have made was garbled and distorted by the squeal of the wheel guns as they worked on loosening the nuts holding the tires to the axles of the PGP-03. The worn medium tires came off, and the fresh red soft tires, the ones that William specifically said that he didn’t want to have until the end of the race, went on. But that wasn’t the end of William’s troubles. Once again, the pit crew had trouble securing the nut on the rear right wheel of William’s car, and it took them three tries before the indicator on the wheel gun lit up to show that there was now enough torque on the nut to make sure that it wouldn’t fly off in racing conditions.

William blasted out of the pit stall like he didn’t want to be there anymore, and one could make the argument that that statement was true in more ways than one. Almost everything that could go wrong for him had gone wrong once again, and it was perhaps only his sheer anger and frustration that was keeping the car together at that moment. “What the hell just happened back there, guys?!” he shouted through his radio. “Why the hell did you give me soft tires when I know I said that I wanted the hards? Tell me, guys. Did I stutter? Am I not coming through clearly? Is there something wrong with our radios right now? Somebody tell me something!”

“We’re sorry about that, William, sorry about that,” his engineer. “That was an honest mistake. I told the crew to ready the soft tires instead of the hards because for a moment, I forgot that we weren’t on our old strategy anymore.”

“Yeah, you forgot,” William said back angrily. “Sure, you forgot. This whole organization is falling apart before my very own eyes.”

William was so pissed off by the mistake with the tires that he put almost all of his body weight on the accelerator and blazed through the laps as fast as he could. The Crossbay Circuit was supposed to be the place where his title campaign would be reignited and he would put himself firmly back into contention. However, almost everything that could possibly go wrong for him did, and now William just wanted to finish the Nimban Grand Prix as soon as possible. He didn’t even care that he was using up his soft tires when he could have used them to reclaim some of the positions that he lost, but William was at the point where he now believed that anything that he tried to do to salvage his weekend would only be countered with an even bigger disaster from the racing gods. So what was even the point of the whole damn exercise?

Once the race finally came to an end, William drove his car into parc ferme, slipped out of the cockpit, and walked straight past the Preston garages and back to his room in the team’s HQ. After a quick shower to clean himself up and a change into clean clothes, William Archer breezed past reporters hoping to get a word or two out of him after yet another disasterclass both for him and for Preston and refused to entertain any questions. When he did stop to say something, all he said was, “You can reach me at my place… in Effelenendro.”

William didn’t show up for the post-race debriefing in Hapilopper City after the disaster in the Nexus Wardship, a move that was completely uncharacteristic for the young man, who before that point had been completely professional. It had to be said though that this was literally the first time that William had refused to show up for a post-race debriefing, which included even the dark days of his WGP2 career with Bitten Heroes. Such was the magnitude of the “comedy of errors” that had befallen him in Crossbay Circuit that he really looked like he was going to walk out on Preston Autos in the middle of his contract, which was rumored to have made him the highest paid driver on the grid for this season. Were things really that bad over at Preston that William was actually thinking about walking away from all of that? No one could really tell, as William had refused to talk to anyone else after Crossbay, not even his friend Adonis Fitzpatrick.

William’s radio silence had gone on to the point where even Preston were unsure whether he would actually show up for the midseason test in Atheara. William had not left them any message saying whether he was going to show up or not, meaning the Hapiloppian team didn’t know whether they should prepare only one of their cars or both of them. But then, with only hours left before the start of the morning session, William Archer finally showed up at the Astena Asterwynth Circuit wearing the official apparel of Preston Autos Grand Prix. However, while William might have physically been at the circuit, mentally it definitely looked like he was just going through the motions. His results were nothing to write home about, especially in the afternoon session, when he was literally last out of everyone in the field. Of course, it was only a test session so none of these results really mattered in the long run, but it definitely showed that the old laser focus that William Archer once had with Preston had gone, at least for the moment. And as soon as the checkered flag was waved for the end of the afternoon test session in Atheara, William Archer was again out of the PGP-03 in a flash and headed straight for the airport once again.

As he was leaving, he was heard muttering, “Fucking straights and hairpins all over the place,” perhaps a reference to the Akresna Circuit in Auruna, the next stop on the WGPC Season 20 calendar. Unlike the Crossbay Circuit though, William had absolutely no love at all for Akresna, and based on his results in that particular circuit, it had no love lost for him as well. Crossbay really was supposed to be the place where William should have turned around his season. Instead, it appeared that that was the place where everything fell apart for him, and with a trip to Akresna on the cards, it would appear as if his misery would continue on for at least one more week.

To be continued…
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Postby Trans-Dniesters » Fri Jul 07, 2023 12:22 pm

The Urotovsky-Gatutin Motorsports Division was currently in a state of flux. Both of the team’s drivers, Adonis Fitzpatrick and Skiia Vialiv, had now proven that they were capable of putting the team’s challenger, the GPC20-1, into the points. Heck, Vialiv had just shown that the car was even capable of race-winning pace, so now there was no question at all that UrGa had the equipment it needed to survive in the WGPC. Now all the team really needed to do was to figure out a way to get both of their drivers to score points at the same time. That had proven to be a much more difficult task than everyone in the team thought as it almost always appeared that one UrGa driver was destined to be out of the points at every circuit that they had visited so far. It didn’t really matter if one of their drivers was up on the podium or even winning the race; the other driver would always be languishing in the bottom half of the field, unable to advance past the other drivers around them.

Vasily Semyonovich Gatutin never really expected that he would be this worried about putting both of his drivers in the points in what was supposed to be Urotovsky-Gatutin’s first ever season competing in WGPC. This wasn’t to say that that had never been part of UrGa’s plan. Of course he wanted both of his drivers to score points, and consistently as well. What Vasily Gatutin hadn’t been expecting was the fact that everyone else seemed unable to mount some sort of consistency within themselves (with perhaps the exception of a certain Fast Cocoabo), and that had resulted in UrGa taking the lead in the WGPC Constructors’ Championship for one week in between the Cocoabo Park and Ramngardian Grands Prix. For one week, Urotovsky-Gatutin Motorsports dreamed that they would be able to not only challenge for the constructors’ title but also actually win the damn thing, only to be hit with an unwelcome reality check in Diarcesia when both Donny Fitzpatrick and Skiia Vialiv failed to score any points whatsoever. Maybe UrGa needed the reality check in the first place. Of course, like all of the other teams in the competition, their aim was to win the big prize, but they were also only a newcomer team in WGPC, at least in terms of actually being in the top tier. But then again, almost every other team looked like they had forgotten the meaning of the word consistency. And who knows when UrGa's next big chance to win the constructors' trophy was going to come? If it was even ever going to come again.

Matters weren't helped one bit when Donny Fitzpatrick got into an incident with Lilly Nattmordsdottir at the Nimban Grand Prix. That particular race had looked like it was going to be the first race in which both UrGa drivers were finally going to score some points together. Skiia Vialiv was in P4 and looking like she was going to challenge for the final step on the podium, while Donny was in the bottom half of the top ten aiming to increase his own haul. However, for reasons known only to her, Lilly Nattmordsdottir (who by that point had already been lapped by the top 7 and was being shown the blue flags for Fitzpatrick behind her) decided that she was not going to be lapped anymore, and she decided to race Fitzpatrick as if it was for position. Thr inevitable collision between the red and green UrGa and the silver Sivaleinen happened on lap 49 at the very first turn, with both cars colliding into each other and beaching each other in the gravel beyond turn one. Pridnestrovian reactions to this incident were violent to say the least, with even Vasily Gatutin himself being caught on camera swearing at the scene that was unfolding before his very eyes. Even Donny Fitzpatrick was astonished at what had just happened. “Yeah, I don't know what the fuck that Sivaleinen was thinking,” he said on the radio once he had confirmed to his engineer that he was fine. “Those blue flags were for them, I'm sure. I just don't understand what the fuck they were thinking in that moment.”

Donny had tried to ask or confront Nattmordsdottir about the incident once the two of them had extracted themselves from their cars, but when he got to Lilly, the Kijani driver seemed to look at him with revulsion and disgust and made to stay as far away from Donny as possible. For his part, Donny figured that this was most probably because Lilly knew that she was in the wrong with regards to what she had just done and didn't want to face the music just yet. Oh, well, Donny shrugged to himself as he made his way to the medical car. She was probably going to get a very stern talking-to from her team anyway.

Donny Fitzpatrick didn't appear to have suffered any damage, short or long term, from his shunt with Lilly Nattmordsdottir so he was cleared back to race within the day. If there had been a race scheduled for the weekend after the Nimban Grand Prix then he would have been back behind the wheel of his GPC20-1 immediately. However, as it happened, what was scheduled for the weekend after the Nexus Wardship was not a race but the midseason test. UrGa had already planned to make Donny sit out the test anyway in favor of giving some seat time for their reserve driver, and his crash with Lilly only convinced UrGa that they really should let Donny sit this one out while he recovered from the crash. Besides, given how their reserve driver had been doing over in AOGP, the Pridnestrovian outfit was actually looking forward to seeing her drive one of their cars.

UrGa had signed Nepö Kinder to be their reserve driver after the Hülkenberger native had impressed the team's top executives with her speed and consistency in their test cars. However, there was some surprise and understandable resentment on Kinder's part when she found out that she was only being offered a reserve role instead of a race seat as what UrGa had claimed in their invitation emails. In response to this, UrGa had offered Kinder to their client team in AOGP, the Oonaftco Oontaz AOGP Team owned and managed by HRH Prince Bismillah bin Kudarat of the Sultanate of Oontaz. Prince Bismillah had been looking for a driver to fill the second seat in his team as both he and his friend and teammate Edmundo Ximenes had already retired from the competition, thus making way for a new crop of young drivers to rise and show off their talents. The Prince had already picked a driver from his academy, one Khalifa Benabderrazik, to take one of the two places in his team. Benabderrazik already had some experience in a WGP3 competition, specifically the Aurun WGP3 series which had also been won by a fellow product of Prince Bismillah's academy, Luke Ochoa. The Prince had been unsure of who to put in the other seat alongside Benabderrazik as he was unsure whether his other top prospects like Abdulaziz Hamadi and Edric Cabanalan were ready for the pressure of competition and was even considering bringing in outside help before UrGa came along with Nepö Kinder, offering her up to the Prince to take the other seat in his team.

Right from the start, it was obvious that both UrGa and Prince Bismillah had gotten themselves a great deal when they had secured Nepö Kinder's signature. The female Hülkenberger driver immediately set AOGP alight when she won the very first race of the new season in the Cocoabo Park Circuit, which also happened to be the place where Urotovsky-Gatutin got their first ever win in WGPC with Skiia Vialiv. Kinder then followed this up with an impressive drive to P4 at the Lopinka National Speedway while her teammate Khalifa Benabderrazik took the third step on the podium. Kinder's feat was already impressive enough on its own, but considering that she got it on an oval track, racing a type of race that she had not yet experienced before this point in her career, that elevated it over any other results she would get with Oonaftco Oontaz (except perhaps her win at Cocoabo Park). Kinder would then continue her streak of scoring points through her AOGP career by taking P10 at the Alikki-Corra Street Course. That singular point would prove to be vital for Kinder since it was what kept her ahead of BCEL Orange Cow Racing's Nick Unger in the drivers' championship, and it could still prove to be important to her in the long run.

Then AOGP went back to the Sultanate of Oontaz and the Rowell Salcedo Circuit, and expectations were high on the home team to impress their fellow Oontazniks. That didn't really happen though as neither Nepö nor Khalifa covered themselves in glory by qualifying in P17 and P18 respectively, but that only made what came next even more impressive. Simply put, Nepö Kinder won her second AOGP race. But of course, it wasn't just as simple as that. She still had to overtake sixteen other cars to get to the front, whether it was on track or via the pits. But the locals didn't let that detract from Nepö's work. In fact, in their eyes, it only seemed to enhance it as she was now seen as both capable and willing to do such work in order to put herself firmly into contention for the race win. When Nepö climbed out of her car parked behind the bollard with the number 1 and celebrated, the rest of the Sultanate of Oontaz celebrated with her. The people celebrated her victory like she was one of their own, and in a way, she indeed was.

In the face of such awe-inspiring performances, it really was no wonder that Urotovsky-Gatutin wanted to see what she was capable of doing in their car. The plan had always been to swap Adonis Fitzpatrick for Nepö Kinder for the test in Atheara since Fitzpatrick was already familiar with the UrGa philosophy, having driven for them for many years already. And UrGa also wanted to dispel the rumors floating around that they were planning to replace Skiia Vialiv with another driver (Olivia Stone having been the primary candidate before she opted to go to Esmerel's Cygnus Motorsport instead) so they announced that Kinder would be taking Fitzpatrick's car for the Atheara test. Adonis was already looking forward to taking a breather from the WGPC rat race, but between the double whammy of the late crash with Lilly Nattmordsdottir and William Archer reportedly storming out of the Preston Autos garage in an angry huff, Donny was really happy that he wasn't taking part in the Atheara test at all. It looked like he had a friend to take care of while everyone else was sorting out their midseason upgrades.

A funny thing happened on the UrGa pit wall during the Atheara test. Yakov Leonidovich Yurievsky, who was on the books of the Motorsports Division as a “financial advisor,” had suddenly developed an interest in Nepö Kinder's lap times. Yurievsky himself had already admitted multiple times previously that he preferred crunching numbers followed by the words rubles and NS dollars and that he couldn't care less about how quickly someone could go around a strip of tarmac or asphalt, but on this occasion, he seemed really interested in how fast Kinder was running compared to Skiia Vialiv. By the afternoon session, Yurievsky had pulled rank and ordered the pit wall to put Kinder on qualifying lap runs, programs that would showcase the Hülkenberger driver's speed in one-lap pace, while Vialiv was made to go on long runs while on hard tires and fully loaded with fuel. Yurievsky seemed really interested in showcasing Kinder's speed compared to Vialiv, but apart from those within the team who knew better, nobody saw anything odd in this particular series of events.

As it turned out though, this was only the beginning of Yakov Yurievsky acting weird, or at least weirder than he usually does...

To be continued...
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Postby Diarcesia » Fri Jul 07, 2023 5:46 pm

Vroom: The Winning Shot

Täitä... täitä etteremät.

Batu would manage to finish P3, almost 21 seconds down on Deering and 1 up on the Tropicorp car of Toralmitii. Sara was ecstatic, crying tears of joy as she got out of her car at the end.

At the back of her mind, her friend Aldauren must not so happy though: "I can't believe we're going home with nothing," he might say. "An awful weekend for us, what a massive disappointment."

Later, Sara would discuss this race with her team. "Actually, it's not so bad, the driving. We scored some good points for the championship and we were able to show what we can do even under pressure, or the lack of it."

Jöna would nod. It was true. The VK-03H/B of Sara Luna, dubbed Pleiades, had its race pace never at doubt. That included the very first one that was unfortunately cut short because of engine failure. Something didn't go right: they qualified badly up until this home race. Sara really worked hard to prop herself and Pleiades to points range this season. Though heroic, this isn't sustainable. Something needed to be done, and the team engineers knew it. Aaron during the Aurun GP qualifying had complained about his car being 'too loose' throughout the session, but he overcame it. Sara's driving was also under some scrutiny initially: she'd been out of pace in the first several qualifying laps since she was acclimating to the In Motion Bluebirds fitted to Pleiades. The good news is... she got the hang of it, and so did Aaron. Just how much it improved Viska's standing in qualifying was demonstrated when it and the Talon suspension helped Sara land a front row starting spot and Aaron a P3.

At last, this was a prime opportunity to show what the Viska team can produce if they were given favorable starting positions. Sara went as far as she could with what Viska had built so far. Maybe it was because of the home race, but Pleiades handled well enough under the circumstancest that called for it, specifically corner entry stability. It was an area that improved, and in a major way. It looked like the qualifying adjustments worked. There was no discernible deterioration of race pace.

One thing is for sure: Viska's approach to building a championship winning car looks very promising. The team, however, will have to put a lot more thought into it and focus on track-by-track basis. For now... it's time for a short celebration before preparing for the next race in Hapilopper City Grand Prix Circuit, where the team had done well in the previous season, and so did Sara when she was driving for TRÆ.

Meanwhile... somewhere in a distant part of Diarcesia... there was another story that went on: "Let them race! Let them race!"

"Let the TEST DRIVER race?" AOGP commentator Mark Sül'aar incredulously exclaimed. "Wait, is that even legal?"

"The officials are discussing this at the moment," fellow commentator Xengkong Aarik'ar replied. "The Autocinetodrome here in Rhamnasis hasn't seen such clamoring in a long time! The home crowd is definitely very happy."

"And the decision?" asked Sül'aar. "Will the test driver really race here today?"

"He will!" Aarik'ar confirmed as the crowd's cheers helped hype the atmosphere even further. "And he'll start at pole!"

...And so he did. TEST DRIVER started the race after a qualifying lap time that defied belief, going around the Autocinetodrome at an average speed of over 209 kph and posting a 0:22.340 time. The crowd was absolutely stunned, but not as much as when the race ended with the home team and defending champs White Unicorns crossed the checkered flag side-by-side, earning enough points to be back at top of the constructors standing. It was not a 1-2: though Sebastien Dupont won, Gus Perry was actually a lap down and would be at P4. It was still a remarkable photo finish for the 1 and 11-numbered cars, however.

A Comedy of Errors Where The Childhood Prodigy and the Local Both Lost

It was an unimaginative failure to the Diarcesian team that they didn't earn any points in the Aurun Grand Prix.

The local driver who is Laura Haukanna took her place behind the wheel of car #37 and put on her helmet, buckling herself in as she exited the garage. Her seat was slightly reclined, though not enough for her to fall comfortably asleep; she and her teammate Sam Blaatschapen took the formation lap before settling to their starting positions.

The lights went out, and the cars started to accelerate down the grid. The crowd cheered as Sam went through turn one, then Laura towards turn two. The latter felt a little tug on her steering wheel at turn three, but managed to keep herself in control of her car after being squeezed by the Cocoabo driver behind her who had braked late into turn four; she'd have liked it if there were more room left for her.

She kept up with Cocoabo 23 ahead of her around turns five and six before braking hard into the tunnel entrance corner from which followed a series of elevation changes towards turn 12: perhaps getting past it would be difficult due to its pace? She thought so until the Cocoabo made its pit stop on lap 15.

An uncharacteristic error on lap 35 saw Laura on the gravel trap and unable to continue, putting an end to her home race.

"Lap 44, P16," said Sam over the radio later on. "I'll keep it up." She just exited the pits with a fresh set of Hi-Tracs during the safety car.

"Copy," replied Creusa. "We're looking for a result here." The driver was fired up to take the fight, but she needed her engineer's help first. "Okay, what's the gap to Vialiv?"

"Four seconds," said Creusa. "I don't think you can catch her before the end. Both of you are rapidly going up the positions with a very similar pace." It would have been a different story had Sam's pit stop been been faster, but they needed to be sure that there were no issues with her car and that she could still drive it. Plus, there was a minor issue with one of their wheelgun valves. It was a shame too because looking back, a business-as-usual stop may have allowed Sam to claw her way back to a points fiinish.

"Copy," replied the driver. "I 'll do my best." The next few laps went by without any major incidents, and the pit stop strategy had worked. The car was on fire (metaphorically), and Sam's pace was still competitive with those around her. As Creusa predicted, it was not enough for Sam to pass Skiia Vialiv. She crossed the line in P12 after a great fight for position among others; it wasn't what PB wanted though.

"That's good," said Creusa as soon as she got out of the car through her radio. "We could have done much better, but well done."

"Sorry," said Sam, a little upset that she had let her emotions run high earlier in the race. She was not accustomed to being in the middle of the pack in Akresna.

"It's okay," said Creusa. "You had a good weekend nonetheless." The team would have to assess the ramifications of this race weekend in their championship fight. It was not the result they had hoped for, but it could have been worse.

Back in their garage, as the mechanics started to pack away their equipment and other supplies for transport back to Diarcesia via air, Sam approached Laura who was standing near her motorcycle with a cup of coffee in hand. "Laura," she said quietly. "I'm sorry about your race."

The other driver put down her cup and turned to face Sam and tell her not to worry, smiling. She was sure the team will get it right in Hapilopper.
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