My Formula 1 System

"Gaffer said timed laps, and timed laps it is," said a crew member as he walked down the short ramp from the telemetry room, holding a draft sheet in his hand. The early morning sun cast a sharp glare, forcing him to squint as he approached the group of Trampos Racing team members and their drivers—Luca, Ansel, Hahn, and Victor, the young American.

Another crew member took the sheet, scanned it in a second, and nodded approvingly. "Looks like the usual schedule. But maybe we can spice things up a bit. What do you all think?" he asked.

Ansel smirked, his hands on his hips, looking as though his racing suit was tailored exclusively for him. "What kind of fun? Letting Beany finally take a lap?" he teased, gesturing at Victor.

The entire crew burst into laughter, the sound carrying down the length of the track. Some playfully jostled Victor, who responded with an exaggerated grumble while being nudged around.

"Of course, why not? Everyone of us is training today," another crew member pointed out with a sharp pause, his eyes dancing around with amused mischief. "but at least we get to really do our jobs on the track!" He boomed.

The laughter roared again, mingling with the morning breeze, as masculine and feminine chuckles interwove seamlessly. Even Luca joined in as it was refreshing to have someone to poke fun at. Victor's zero driving time had become an inside joke, one that never seemed to lose its charm.

Even Haas allowed a faint smile to surface. He stood ready, helmet in hand. "Alright," he said, his gaze softening as he looked at Victor. "Ease up on him. His time will come. Just keep showing up, like the rest of us."

The laughter subsided, and they all transitioned into a heavy chatter as the cars were towed to the edge of the track where they stood. Luca indulged into some deep conversations with Ansel and the team crew. Most of their talks basely had no path, it was all jokes and light-hearted banter toward each other.

When the single-seaters were finally positioned, Luca's System scanned them methodically, confirming that each car was in peak condition. The sleek frames glistened under the sun, the scent of petrol rich and heady, giving Luca an intoxicating sense of anticipation. The crew members continued their thorough checks on the cockpits, tires, and engines, ensuring the Dallaras were prepped and ready to roar.

"Speed is all it is, then. Keep the engines warm, fingers flexible, and the asphalt hot," said another crew member, tapping the polished surface of one of the cars. He cast a look back at the telemetry room where Mr. Moritz and Mr. Grant observed their every move from behind the glass. "Let's get to it. Time's ticking. C'mon, Beany, hop in," he sneered.

"For him, it's about survival, not speed," another crew member shouted, triggering another round of laughter.

Victor grumbled, shoving his helmet on with a sharp motion. Luca exchanged glances with Ansel and Haas, who were similarly donning their helmets. He followed suit, the familiar HUD of his System appearing before his eyes, icons shimmering briefly before forming into an organized display.

All four Trampos Racing drivers entered their single-seaters smoothly with rehearsed movements. Luca settled in his cockpit, the feeling of being in that tight space felt somewhat normal to him now as his System dubiously synced him with the Dallara. He glanced at the telemetry displays while settling his grip on the wheel, caressing the buttons.

[Host is now synced with Dallara (F2 04)]

Luca took a quick look at Ansel's car ahead, then glanced sideways at Haas, with Victor positioned behind him. Their zigzag formation provided ample space for each to accelerate unhindered.

"Alright, let's go," a crew member announced, clapping his hands beside Ansel's car. The team around them erupted in cheers and light applause as the drivers powered up their engines.

They launched into the training session, speeding through the track in fluid, synchronized movements. This practice of timed laps gave each driver the opportunity to push their limits while staying connected over the comms. For Luca, it was surprisingly reassuring to hear all four of them in conversation—a rare moment of solidarity.

Victor, Haas, and Luca eased off the throttle to let Ansel surge ahead in a breathtaking burst of speed. In turn, Luca took advantage of the newfound space to accelerate sharply, followed closely by Haas, and then Victor.

The exercise continued with the drivers alternating leads and practicing strategic maneuvers, each lap punctuated by precision and control, while the telemetry room recorded every data closely.

"Woohoo!" The Trampos Racing crew erupted into cheers as the single-seaters roared to the edge of the track. Thumbs shot up and hands clapped as they attended to the drivers' needs in their cockpits. Mr. Moritz joined them now, a file tucked under his arm as he joined in the applause, the bright sun showing no sign of hiding behind the clouds.

"Great work, boys—fantastic job," Moritz praised, tapping Ansel's car, which still hummed with energy. "Next, we'll focus on the fluidity of our pit stops," he announced, casting a glance over the team, his eyes meeting masculine and feminine faces. "I say this every session, not because I doubt you, but because every second in the pit matters. The quicker we pit, the quicker our boys are back on track. We can't afford any mistakes."

Crew member 3, a lanky man with tousled hair, rallied everyone with a clap of his hands. "Alright, you heard the boss! Let's get to our units."

The team cheered in response and chatted all through as they walked across the track to the pit. It was like a cut out lane, adjacent to the track, with a whole stock of fresh tires and white hoses were nearly coiled.

With murmurs of enthusiasm, the team made their way to the pit lane—a compact stretch adjacent to the track, lined with pristine tires and neatly coiled hoses.

Moritz brought the radio to his lips. **Okay, we'll run five pit stops from each of you. Complete a lap and enter the pit lane one after the other, fast and seamless**

Ansel revved up, leading the group as the crew took their positions, each member knowing their role by heart.

The drivers navigated the track, slicing through turns and straights until the pit lane came into view. Ansel, at the front, surged ahead, ready for the first pit.

The crew members hurriedly maneuvered around the pit area, ensuring everything was in place. Tires were lined up meticulously; fresh rubber glistened under the sun. Fuel hoses were checked and double-checked, while tools were organized for quick access. Every Motorsport team knew there was no room for error at a pitstop.

Ansel's car hurriedly approached the pit lane, and the crew readied themselves. Moritz's voice echoed through the radio. **First car up—Han. Positions ready, everyone.**

One crew member hurried to the front, ready to lift Ansel's car as it roared toward the pit lane, while others positioned themselves strategically by the tires, tension and focus in their eyes behind their visors. As soon as Ansel's car halted, the crew sprang into flawless, synchronized action.

Crew member 7 dropped to the ground, wrench in hand, and expertly removed the first tire, flinging it aside as Crew member 2 slid in seamlessly with a fresh one, locking it in place with swift, precise movements. Across the car, Crew member 10 matched the rhythm perfectly, securing the opposite tire with practiced skill. Meanwhile, Crew member 4 dashed to the front of the car, deftly attaching the fuel hose for a small refuel.

Whirr! Screw! And click went the fuel nozzle, Crew member 4 yanking it away.

"Clear!"

Ansel's engine roared as he bolted out of the pit lane.

**6.4 seconds**

There was no time to rest as Luca's Dallara approached with increasing speed. Haas and Victor would follow shortly, and Ansel would repeat the pit cycle seamlessly.

Luca felt the familiar lift as the crew set to work with mechanical efficiency. The sound of pneumatic tools and clanking metal filled the air. A soft thud followed, then the wave of a hand signaled him to go.

**3.2 seconds! Perfect!**

Luca hit the throttle and shot out of the pit, catching a brief cheer from the crew before they refocused—Haas was already approaching fast.

**Alright, let's keep this momentum going**

The team continued their pit stop training for another thirty minutes, pushing through the fatigue. As the sun beat down, the crew members executed their roles with increasing skill and coordination. Each time a driver rolled into the pit lane, the team operated by shouting commands and coordinating movements without a hitch.

**7.6 seconds**

**3.4 seconds**...

[Pitstop Prodigy +1]

"Oh, thank you, System," Luca muttered as he completed his fifth lap, his car coming to a halt behind Ansel's.

As the session wrapped up, the crew was visibly exhausted, but their spirits remained high. They exchanged congratulatory slaps on the back, proud of their improvement, knowing that their hard work would pay off when it mattered most on race day.

It was around 1 pm as they retired to the bleachers next to the training hub to relax and ease their muscles. The cars were being towed away, and the track lanes were being cleaned of any fuel spills.

"Monte Carlo, April tenth isn't far from us, so don't think that way," Mr. Grant spoke as he met up with the team after the final session. "We still have work to do. We still have to hone not only our drivers but ourselves to perfection. This week is packed, and we'll be here every day if we want to do well in Circuit de l'Étoile."

"Yuppp," Mr. Moritz chimed in with a sigh. "Stellar is right smack in the middle of the city." Discover hidden tales at empire

Luca remembered Circuit de l'Étoile vividly. He recalled watching his father race there once, a magnificent track right in the city where buildings flanked the edges of the course. A thought occurred to him. "Is it a night race?" he asked instinctively.

"You're damn right it is," crew member 1 replied, his tone tinged with something like displeasure. "It's always night races in that Circuit."

Luca couldn't understand why the crew member wasn't thrilled with the race's time schedule. He loved night races!

The cool night air rushing past must be otherworldly. The track would be illuminated by vibrant lights and reflections from the buildings, making it all look like a video game. Luca was more than excited to race in such an atmosphere. Imagine winning the championship in Circuit de l'Étoile—it'd be as if the heavens themselves had made it so.

Mr. Grant continued addressing the whole team and finally ended with a few pleasantries.

Murmurs and chatter erupted as everyone had the chance to joke about some of the mistakes they'd made during the pitstop training. They all headed into the facility's cafeteria to grab lunch.

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A/N: Preparing mass release.... will take a while.