After that, we did one final set of 50 laps to acclimate.
Eva—in my body—had finally gotten used to the intense sensations caused by high-G maneuvers. I assumed the main reason she felt unwell before was due to the drastic contrast between her and my perspectives—my body, being a male, was noticeably larger and taller than hers.
With that, all of our preparations were complete.
The cleanup following the Astoria-Meyers war had been wrapped up long ago. The citizens of the star system, along with traders, mercenaries, and transporters, had all gone back to their everyday lives, as though the conflict never even occurred.
That also meant the Warp Portal was operational once more.
It was currently five hours before the Aegis Grand Prix Finals began, and two hours before the mandatory final check-in of the racers and their machines—when suddenly, an issue arose.
[Error. Cassandra Meyers isn't registered as the Range Falcon's pilot.]
"..."
