Renaika spent the days following the Heimatar race doing assignments for her agent, thinking, and planning for the next race in Molden Heath. Even though she would have loved to help Jasen build the practice course, she felt that it would give herself an unfair advantage when it came time to practice. She felt that had to prove that she could race competently on her own skills, both to herself, her team, and to the league. Not that she had any doubts in her team's current strategy, but after having seen the rest of the league lash out at Venture's strategies, she was not about to let them think that Venture was a "paper tiger," as Kendar had put it. Venture could win, with or without the warp train… and damn it, she was going to help make it happen, or pod herself trying!
Her most recent past in the League had been disappointing. She was angry at some of the members of the league, but nowhere near as angry as she was with herself. She was convinced that her poor performance was due to a complete lack of discipline and training. It had to be… what else would have caused her to lose her nerve so easily? Confusion was not permissible at any time; and she was bound and determined to get rid of the very thing that caused her to almost drop out of the race altogether, on more than one occasion. How did the confusion and lack of confidence make her look to her team?
The fact that she had even considered dropping out was what disgusted her the most. She still hadn't really forgiven herself for the last race of last season; her teammates needed her, after all, and she let her inexperience in racer versus racer combat get her ship destroyed. She didn't blame Zedah for her loss; she'd come to realize that he was just doing as he was told, and if she'd been a little more experienced at racer versus racer combat, she wouldn't have made such stupid mistakes. However, her team did win… she had helped at least a little with that, right?
Renaika shook her head, trying to clear her mind of these heavy thoughts as she docked at her agent's station. She turned in proof that her assignment had been completed, took her pay, and went to her quarters, where she locked herself in and sat on the floor, leaning back on her bed. She sighed, trying to calm the torrential screaming that was her mind, silence her thoughts and fears, and once that was done, she began to focus on finding some better solutions to her problems.