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[Kaurine Dawn] Chapter Fourteen: Tinker's Dawn
2024.05.17 13:19 Kaelani_Wanderer [Kaurine Dawn] Chapter Fourteen: Tinker's Dawn
Apologies for this one being so late; Been sick for the last week or so, and the friday i was meant to post this, I think from memory I was busy :/ But I'm starting to get back into the swing of things, and the Glossary Addendum has also had a bit of an overhaul :D I'll be applying that tonight as well, to each of the currently released chapters.
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[From the Abyss Artisanry, Wolfreach Commercial District, Halsion Reach Region, Haldios IV, 12th of Emheraldis, 5011 TE]
[Boltz] The door chimed, though it sounded... Off today, and I sighed. I'd have to replace the old beeper with something else now that it had broken. As I walked towards the counter, I heard Chit's voice from around the corner as she said,
"I'll be right with you!" I frowned, noticing the strain in her voice. I stepped around the counter and poked my head around the corner, and then immediately rushed to help. She was trying to move a Draekkan mace, and causing gouges in the floor as she dragged the heavy weapon.
"Seriously? Leave Draekkan weapons to me, beloved." I said, and Chit nodded as I lifted the massive, spiked club-like weapon. Made of Luunic steel, the metal was cool against my hand as I cautiously hefted it, a dark blue color akin to the Lunwatch sky on a clear night with few stars. I slowly walked over to the storage racks, and hung the mace on a pair of large hooks. Then I turned back to my lover, and looked her up and down for injuries.
Finding none, I shook my head with another sigh. "Well at least you didn't hurt yourself on it." I said, stepping up to her and wrapping my arms around her lower back. I pulled her cool body towards mine, and she happily melted into my embrace. Chuckling, I planted a kiss on her hair, and gently ran a finger down one of her drit'onthke. Her entire body shivered and she giggled, before wrapping her arms around me and giving me a tight hug.
"So what's on the list for today?" I asked, resting my cheek on her head.
"Just a few armour sets which need some minor repairs, thankfully." Chit replied. I nodded, and then the beeper went off, indicating a customer.
"Solahra's Light, what an awful noise to greet a customer with!" A deep, male-sounding canine voice rumbled from out in the customer area. We reluctantly pulled apart and both went out to see what he needed.
As Chit rounded the corner, she automatically greeted the customer by saying,
"Welcome to From the Abyss Artisanry, how can we help today?" But as I stepped around after her, I froze. The canine man was holding a box filled with shattered pieces of art, it looked like. I stepped closer and realised that they weren't shattered pieces of art, at least not in the traditional sense. Rather, they were the parts of what was formerly a weapon. I felt my eyes widen as I realised what it was. I looked at the canine man, and realised he was a Labardon. I looked back at the pieces of plasma caster, which appeared to, on closer inspection, actually have catastrophically failed at a structural level upon attempting to fire a shot.
"I went to the Lunhaekin blacksmith over in Aellandendil, cos they said that fishing my ancestral plasma caster would be an exceedingly simple affair. Instead, the next time I went to fire it, the blasted thing fell apart in my hands!" The man growled, and then asked,
"How bad is it... Is... Is there any way to restore it?" His eyes went wide as if to wordlessly plead with me, and I gestured for him to give me the box of parts. He hesitantly handed the box over and I gently placed it on the counter before pulling out one of the furcloth rolls underneath and unravelling it. Then, one by one, I pulled out each of the pieces, and with each new item, my heart sank.
This would not be a simple fix of just re-assembling the pieces. I let out a heavy sigh, and, leaning on the counter, covered my mouth with the side of my hand while looking at the arrayed parts.
"This is... At this point you might as well just buy a new plasma caster." I said finally, still looking at the parts. I looked up at the man and said,
"If I reconstruct this, because that's what it will take, a full reconstruction, it WILL cost more than buying a new caster." I looked down at the parts again, and swore under my breath.
"The focusing plate has been shattered, and those things are near indestructible when carved right, the prism chamber is cracked, so that's no good any more, and the magnetic acceleration rings..." I trailed off, and swallowed before looking up at the man.
"They're not rings any more..." I whispered, and the man's face seemed to break.
"Is there anything we can salvage of the original parts?" He asked, his voice shaky. I looked down at the parts, and realised that there was just one piece that was fully intact. With a mirthless chuckle, I picked it up.
"The plasma compression chamber. That's it." I laid the small metallic chamber down again, and sighed.
"The rest is just... Junk. Scrap even." I shook my head, running the numbers in my head. When I finished, I swore again, and dropped the bombshell.
"You're looking at around fifty thousand in parts alone." I said, and the canine's shoulders slumped.
"If that's the price it takes..." He said.
"I will try and recover as much material as I can though; I might be able to melt down the mag rings for example and re-energise them."
[A Cycle Later...]
[Chit'eiwu]
The Labardon stepped into the store, a simple digital bell sounding, and he sighed, his tail wagging a little as he did so.
"Much better than last time!" He joked, and Jakob walked around the corner holding a box, grinning from ear to ear.
"Just in time, good sir!" He exclaimed. He set down the box, and the Labardon's gaze instantly honed in on it. Jakob laid a hand on the lid, and said,
"Behold, your restored heritage!" And with that, he lifted the lid like he was proposing to the customer, and the canine's eyes lit up, his tail suddenly zipping back and forth as though it were some kind of demented metronome. As he lifted the ancient weapon, my own eyes widened; It was truly a thing of beauty.
[Boltz]
I smiled as the Labardon man admired my handiwork, and in a voice that sounded like it was half pure air, he whispered,
"It's as beautiful as the day my sire first showed it to me..." My smile widened, and I said,
"I was able to salvage more than I thought, in the end. I managed to keep the primary focus cone; I simply had to melt and recast it due to a crack in it, the laser projector's crystal matrix casing also was salvageable, though I did have to replace the crystal matrix. So it now has a Kaurine crystal for providing the first round of focusing." The man froze, and his gaze flicked to me. His hands still raise, he asked,
"A Kaurine crystal? Genuine?" I nodded.
"Cut the crystal free from the rock myself." I replied. The man laid the plasma caster on the counter gently, though it rattled slightly from his shaking paws as he ceased to support it.
"My sire said that it originally had a Shell crystal as its matrix..." He said, voice trembling as much as his paws.
"They are great crystals for energy conduction as well as for energy focusing. It took a bit to set the frequency for the right channels though." He nodded, and shakily handed over his Orionpay card. I handed it to Chit'eiwu, right as he asked,
"So how much was it all up?" I grinned and replied,
"An even fifty five thousand." He blinked, and asked,
"But... the crystal... Surely that alone would be a few hundred thousand!" I shook my head, and replied,
"It's not a Blade. And it doesn't need to be anywhere near as big. Only came to around three thousand." He nodded, and Chit'eiwu input the numbers and scanned the card. The system registered a successful transaction, and she handed the man back his card.
"Thank you for choosing From the Abyss Artisanry!" I said, and he nodded, his eyes turning shiny with unshed tears.
"No, thank you. All of my friends will be hearing about this, and you will be my first stop for anything artisanal." I nodded to him, and he left, carefully cradling the restored plasma caster in its box. Looking over to the clock, I noticed that it was indicating less than an hour before Lunrise. I jerked my head towards Chit'eiwu and asked,
"Think we should close up the shop early, or wait until Soldown before we stop operating?" She looked up at the clock as well, then back to me, and shook her head.
"No, I think we can afford to close early this evening." I nodded, and pressed the button to activate the end of Watch sign system, and a moment later, a holosign in the window came to life and began a 10 minute countdown.
We always did the countdown so that prospective customers knew how long they had to enter to the store before we stopped taking new customers prior to closing down for the Lunwatch. As usually happened however, the sign completed its countdown and flicked to the "Closed" display, and I pressed a second button to lock the door remotely, and arm the security system. As I did so, Chit'eiwu walked into the apartment, and soon after, I heard the sound of her cooking. I smiled, knowing that she was bound to make an incredible dinner as per usual, and let out a contented sigh as the system went through the arming process. Life with her was... Good. Not necessarily great by any stretch of the imagination; Most of our days were spent working after all. But it was at least a good life. A life I was more than happy to lead.
When the system indicated full armed status some minutes later, I followed my aquatic lover into our home behind and above the shop, and arrived just in time for her to serve up dinner. As I sat down, a stupid grin spread across my face as I beheld what she had cooked up. On the plate was a kind of "nest" made of purple coloured strands of pasta, and topped off with a green-sauced mince of some kind. I looked up at my lover, who was watching me expectantly. My grin refusing to go away, I obliged her apparent intent, and used a fork to collect some mince with sauce, and some of the pasta.
As the food reached my mouth, it was like an explosion of flavours; An earthy, slightly spicy flavour issued forth from the sauce, and the mince tasted somewhat like yuron, a kind of cattle animal from Zehllukarn Prime, and it was followed up by a surprisingly sweet flavour from the pasta as it rotated around in my mouth as I chewed. Swallowing, I said,
"This is incredible! I can't even properly describe it; it's... It's like an explosion of all different flavours coming together in my mouth!" Chit's face turned a fierce azure, and my grin widened. The grin morphing into a smirk, I added,
"You're definitely getting rewarded this Lunwatch, beloved."
[A Few Hours Later...]
[Boltz]
As Chit'eiwu walked into the bedroom we shared upstairs, I put the dishes from our dinner into the automatic dishwasher, and followed her up. As I reached the laundry room, I stripped off my clothes from the Solwatch, and tossed them expertly into the laundry, each garment hitting the wall and bouncing off slightly to fall into the clothes basket waiting below, before walking into the bedroom entirely unclad. Chit'eiwu was laying in the bed, the blanket covering her amethyst body from view, and in such a way that I knew that she too had put her clothes in the laundry. I walked around the bed, and pulled down the blanket to get in beside her, and after that, things turn rather hazy for a little while.
[A Week Later...]
[Chit'Eiwu]
Jakob and I stepped off of the transport, hand-in-grasper, him looking absolutely divine in a glacial blue suit with silver trimmings, seeming to be a walking ice sculpture. Complimenting him, I opted for a taste of my birthplace; Trimmed with onyx hems, I was wearing a deep, abyssal purple dress, showing off my relatively lighter purple skin, becoming a shadow of the Abyss to act as the dark counterpart to my Warrior of the Overwaves. I looked towards him as we stepped inside the Fortress of Kaur'Ainda together for the first time since I was Ascended by both him and Cewa together.
He looked back at me, smiled and squeezed my hand reassuringly, before saying over our rarely-used connection,
There's no need to be nervous; It's just a Greenmarch Feast, my Siren. As I did every time he called me that, I giggled; At first I had been confused by him calling me an alarm sound, until he showed me one of the few surviving Terran records from... Wherever it was that they came from. Terran, or at the time, Human, women of extraordinary beauty, totally uncovered, and singing some kind of song that lured male sailors to their deaths.
Then he had sent me an image of how he viewed me; My plain purple skin instead appeared almost... Luminous, and my average green eyes were glittering emerald gems. My hair, an equally unremarkable azure, was a brilliant blue that resembled the Azuresheet high above even the Overwaves, and in his mind's eye, my cheeks were flushed slightly blue. I had never considered myself to be attractive by any means; In the Abyss I would have struggled to find a mate...
But here in the Overwaves? I had been chosen by a Terran, that enigmatic, smooth-skinned, near-prey-like biped species who were renowned for absurd feats of strength and endurance. I was not as fragile as I seemed, even before my Ascension...
But Jakob seemed to realise that early on; The first time we lay together, an eye-rolling, mind-erasing experience, he showed such gentleness that it was hard to believe the stories... Until the very next day when I had struggled to move a shipment of materials that had come in, even barely raising it, and he had simply come in and told me to let it go, before seeming to effortlessly pick up the heavy box and carry it into the Forge, before placing it down and rapidly sorting the material inside for me. I had asked him about it, and his response was a mere shrug, and to say, It wasn't that heavy for me; Absolutely awkward, but not anything that will break my back.
In the present, we stepped into the Great Hall, and froze. It had been totally transformed, becoming a verdant green forest canopy under which wooden tables seemingly made from the trunks of trees, with seats formed from sections of log from great tree branches. Seiranha saw us enter, and rushed over to greet us.
"Boltz! Chit!" She exclaimed, and hugged us both in turn. It felt... Odd, to be given a hug by a Vampyris, but this particular one was a friend, and so I happily returned the hug, albeit reluctantly letting go of Jakob's hand to do so. We held the hug for a few eternal moments, before she let go and did the same to Jakob, who greeted her warmly.
"You look great!" Jakob said to the Vampyris warrior, and she blushed a deep golden color on her pale cream skin. It looked almost like golden Skyblaze rays were touching her cheeks as she giggled. But Jakob was right; She was garbed in a flowing set of obviously ceremonial armour which appeared to have been made by first weaving a suit of leaves, and then attaching segments of bark to the resulting garment. And combined with her silver-in-crimson eyes...
"You look sort of like a vengeful forest spirit in this armour, Master Seiranha!" I said, and the woman grinned.
"That's sort of the idea. Not many people remember that the spirits of the forests of all our worlds yet live... And for those who do not respect the forest's inhabitants, only death can be anticipated, or worse."
Over the course of what remained of the Solwatch, we enjoyed the Greenmarch Feast, and soon enough, it was time to scatter to our homes once again, to rest away the overindulgences of the Feast.
[Boltz]
As the transport landed at the Wolfreach starport, Chit and I walked down the ramp, though she was somewhat unsteady on her legs. Chuckling, I asked her,
"Would you like me to carry you home?" She looked at me, her face blazing sapphire, but through our connection, she, apparently not realising she was 'speaking', replied, I thought you'd never ask... My mighty Skybright, carrying me like an Inkle in his powerful arms... As the thought travelled over our connection the azure spread, and I shook my head with a grin. I really was the luckiest guy in the Reach to have landed such an exotic life partner. She happily stepped in closer to me, and I swept her off her feet, much to her almost drunken delight, and she let out a whoop of surprise.
However, as her intoxicated brain realised what had happened, she melted into my embrace, burbling away in my ear as though she had been returned to her youngest of Watches. I was all too happy to carry my lover home of course; The sound of her tripled heartbeat like a three-beat rhythm pulsed against my own heart, and her emerald gaze was transfixed on my face, the look in those beautiful green orbs one of utter and complete adoration.
After around 10 minutes, we reached the shop, and I swiped my wristcomm over the new sensor, first up-down, then right-left. The two-part verification proved my identity, and the door swung open automatically, a recent addition I had also made. As we cleared the door, I swept my foot around and behind me to close the door again, and carried Chit to the bedroom in our apartment, before laying her gently down on the bed, and saying,
"Unfortunately, I've gotta take that incredible dress off you or it will be ruined in your sleep." Chit vaguely nodded, and I helped her stand back up. Having done this routine together before, she laid her arms on my shoulders for added balancing support, and I bent down to grab the bottom of the dress, before slowly pulling it up to her chest. Feeling the garment fully above her hips, Chit carefully sat down on the bed, and I carefully pulled the dress up and over her head, then down her arms.
Turning around, I draped the dress across a nearby dresser, smoothing out any wrinkles in it, and then returned my attention to my lover, who was now completely undressed. Once again taking up the role of caregiver, I wrapped an arm around her and scooped her up once more before laying her on the bed sideways, where she let out a small gasp as the cold fabric touched her bare skin. I gave her a reassuring smile and said,
"I'll have you nice and warm soon enough, Heartstreasure." And with that, I stripped off my own suit, carefully draping it over a chair, and then pulled off the underwear I had worn for the Feast, and climbed under the covers beside Chit. Upon feeling me enter the bed, she shifted over, hissing a bit as she moved off the warmed area, and melted her body against my own. As she settled into a comfortable position, one of her legs across mine, she said through repeated yawns,
"May... May you swim... With the... Blessing of... Of Drynedaea... My.... Sky-Warrior..." Chuckling as I wrapped an arm around her back, I kissed her gently on the forehead and over our connection, replied,
"May Luunah Guard your Dreams, Heartstreasure of the Depths." And with that, as if it were a cue, Chit's breathing shifted to become deep and regular, and the sound along with the rising and falling of her amethyst chest against my skin sung its own siren song, dragging me down into...
[Next: To Tread the Shaded Path]
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[Boltz] The door chimed, though it sounded... Off today, and I sighed. I'd have to replace the old beeper with something else now that it had broken. As I walked towards the counter, I heard Chit's voice from around the corner as she said,
"I'll be right with you!" I frowned, noticing the strain in her voice. I stepped around the counter and poked my head around the corner, and then immediately rushed to help. She was trying to move a Draekkan mace, and causing gouges in the floor as she dragged the heavy weapon.
"Seriously? Leave Draekkan weapons to me, beloved." I said, and Chit nodded as I lifted the massive, spiked club-like weapon. Made of Luunic steel, the metal was cool against my hand as I cautiously hefted it, a dark blue color akin to the Lunwatch sky on a clear night with few stars. I slowly walked over to the storage racks, and hung the mace on a pair of large hooks. Then I turned back to my lover, and looked her up and down for injuries.
Finding none, I shook my head with another sigh. "Well at least you didn't hurt yourself on it." I said, stepping up to her and wrapping my arms around her lower back. I pulled her cool body towards mine, and she happily melted into my embrace. Chuckling, I planted a kiss on her hair, and gently ran a finger down one of her drit'onthke. Her entire body shivered and she giggled, before wrapping her arms around me and giving me a tight hug.
"So what's on the list for today?" I asked, resting my cheek on her head.
"Just a few armour sets which need some minor repairs, thankfully." Chit replied. I nodded, and then the beeper went off, indicating a customer.
"Solahra's Light, what an awful noise to greet a customer with!" A deep, male-sounding canine voice rumbled from out in the customer area. We reluctantly pulled apart and both went out to see what he needed.
As Chit rounded the corner, she automatically greeted the customer by saying,
"Welcome to From the Abyss Artisanry, how can we help today?" But as I stepped around after her, I froze. The canine man was holding a box filled with shattered pieces of art, it looked like. I stepped closer and realised that they weren't shattered pieces of art, at least not in the traditional sense. Rather, they were the parts of what was formerly a weapon. I felt my eyes widen as I realised what it was. I looked at the canine man, and realised he was a Labardon. I looked back at the pieces of plasma caster, which appeared to, on closer inspection, actually have catastrophically failed at a structural level upon attempting to fire a shot.
"I went to the Lunhaekin blacksmith over in Aellandendil, cos they said that fishing my ancestral plasma caster would be an exceedingly simple affair. Instead, the next time I went to fire it, the blasted thing fell apart in my hands!" The man growled, and then asked,
"How bad is it... Is... Is there any way to restore it?" His eyes went wide as if to wordlessly plead with me, and I gestured for him to give me the box of parts. He hesitantly handed the box over and I gently placed it on the counter before pulling out one of the furcloth rolls underneath and unravelling it. Then, one by one, I pulled out each of the pieces, and with each new item, my heart sank.
This would not be a simple fix of just re-assembling the pieces. I let out a heavy sigh, and, leaning on the counter, covered my mouth with the side of my hand while looking at the arrayed parts.
"This is... At this point you might as well just buy a new plasma caster." I said finally, still looking at the parts. I looked up at the man and said,
"If I reconstruct this, because that's what it will take, a full reconstruction, it WILL cost more than buying a new caster." I looked down at the parts again, and swore under my breath.
"The focusing plate has been shattered, and those things are near indestructible when carved right, the prism chamber is cracked, so that's no good any more, and the magnetic acceleration rings..." I trailed off, and swallowed before looking up at the man.
"They're not rings any more..." I whispered, and the man's face seemed to break.
"Is there anything we can salvage of the original parts?" He asked, his voice shaky. I looked down at the parts, and realised that there was just one piece that was fully intact. With a mirthless chuckle, I picked it up.
"The plasma compression chamber. That's it." I laid the small metallic chamber down again, and sighed.
"The rest is just... Junk. Scrap even." I shook my head, running the numbers in my head. When I finished, I swore again, and dropped the bombshell.
"You're looking at around fifty thousand in parts alone." I said, and the canine's shoulders slumped.
"If that's the price it takes..." He said.
"I will try and recover as much material as I can though; I might be able to melt down the mag rings for example and re-energise them."
[A Cycle Later...]
[Chit'eiwu]
The Labardon stepped into the store, a simple digital bell sounding, and he sighed, his tail wagging a little as he did so.
"Much better than last time!" He joked, and Jakob walked around the corner holding a box, grinning from ear to ear.
"Just in time, good sir!" He exclaimed. He set down the box, and the Labardon's gaze instantly honed in on it. Jakob laid a hand on the lid, and said,
"Behold, your restored heritage!" And with that, he lifted the lid like he was proposing to the customer, and the canine's eyes lit up, his tail suddenly zipping back and forth as though it were some kind of demented metronome. As he lifted the ancient weapon, my own eyes widened; It was truly a thing of beauty.
[Boltz]
I smiled as the Labardon man admired my handiwork, and in a voice that sounded like it was half pure air, he whispered,
"It's as beautiful as the day my sire first showed it to me..." My smile widened, and I said,
"I was able to salvage more than I thought, in the end. I managed to keep the primary focus cone; I simply had to melt and recast it due to a crack in it, the laser projector's crystal matrix casing also was salvageable, though I did have to replace the crystal matrix. So it now has a Kaurine crystal for providing the first round of focusing." The man froze, and his gaze flicked to me. His hands still raise, he asked,
"A Kaurine crystal? Genuine?" I nodded.
"Cut the crystal free from the rock myself." I replied. The man laid the plasma caster on the counter gently, though it rattled slightly from his shaking paws as he ceased to support it.
"My sire said that it originally had a Shell crystal as its matrix..." He said, voice trembling as much as his paws.
"They are great crystals for energy conduction as well as for energy focusing. It took a bit to set the frequency for the right channels though." He nodded, and shakily handed over his Orionpay card. I handed it to Chit'eiwu, right as he asked,
"So how much was it all up?" I grinned and replied,
"An even fifty five thousand." He blinked, and asked,
"But... the crystal... Surely that alone would be a few hundred thousand!" I shook my head, and replied,
"It's not a Blade. And it doesn't need to be anywhere near as big. Only came to around three thousand." He nodded, and Chit'eiwu input the numbers and scanned the card. The system registered a successful transaction, and she handed the man back his card.
"Thank you for choosing From the Abyss Artisanry!" I said, and he nodded, his eyes turning shiny with unshed tears.
"No, thank you. All of my friends will be hearing about this, and you will be my first stop for anything artisanal." I nodded to him, and he left, carefully cradling the restored plasma caster in its box. Looking over to the clock, I noticed that it was indicating less than an hour before Lunrise. I jerked my head towards Chit'eiwu and asked,
"Think we should close up the shop early, or wait until Soldown before we stop operating?" She looked up at the clock as well, then back to me, and shook her head.
"No, I think we can afford to close early this evening." I nodded, and pressed the button to activate the end of Watch sign system, and a moment later, a holosign in the window came to life and began a 10 minute countdown.
We always did the countdown so that prospective customers knew how long they had to enter to the store before we stopped taking new customers prior to closing down for the Lunwatch. As usually happened however, the sign completed its countdown and flicked to the "Closed" display, and I pressed a second button to lock the door remotely, and arm the security system. As I did so, Chit'eiwu walked into the apartment, and soon after, I heard the sound of her cooking. I smiled, knowing that she was bound to make an incredible dinner as per usual, and let out a contented sigh as the system went through the arming process. Life with her was... Good. Not necessarily great by any stretch of the imagination; Most of our days were spent working after all. But it was at least a good life. A life I was more than happy to lead.
When the system indicated full armed status some minutes later, I followed my aquatic lover into our home behind and above the shop, and arrived just in time for her to serve up dinner. As I sat down, a stupid grin spread across my face as I beheld what she had cooked up. On the plate was a kind of "nest" made of purple coloured strands of pasta, and topped off with a green-sauced mince of some kind. I looked up at my lover, who was watching me expectantly. My grin refusing to go away, I obliged her apparent intent, and used a fork to collect some mince with sauce, and some of the pasta.
As the food reached my mouth, it was like an explosion of flavours; An earthy, slightly spicy flavour issued forth from the sauce, and the mince tasted somewhat like yuron, a kind of cattle animal from Zehllukarn Prime, and it was followed up by a surprisingly sweet flavour from the pasta as it rotated around in my mouth as I chewed. Swallowing, I said,
"This is incredible! I can't even properly describe it; it's... It's like an explosion of all different flavours coming together in my mouth!" Chit's face turned a fierce azure, and my grin widened. The grin morphing into a smirk, I added,
"You're definitely getting rewarded this Lunwatch, beloved."
[A Few Hours Later...]
[Boltz]
As Chit'eiwu walked into the bedroom we shared upstairs, I put the dishes from our dinner into the automatic dishwasher, and followed her up. As I reached the laundry room, I stripped off my clothes from the Solwatch, and tossed them expertly into the laundry, each garment hitting the wall and bouncing off slightly to fall into the clothes basket waiting below, before walking into the bedroom entirely unclad. Chit'eiwu was laying in the bed, the blanket covering her amethyst body from view, and in such a way that I knew that she too had put her clothes in the laundry. I walked around the bed, and pulled down the blanket to get in beside her, and after that, things turn rather hazy for a little while.
[A Week Later...]
[Chit'Eiwu]
Jakob and I stepped off of the transport, hand-in-grasper, him looking absolutely divine in a glacial blue suit with silver trimmings, seeming to be a walking ice sculpture. Complimenting him, I opted for a taste of my birthplace; Trimmed with onyx hems, I was wearing a deep, abyssal purple dress, showing off my relatively lighter purple skin, becoming a shadow of the Abyss to act as the dark counterpart to my Warrior of the Overwaves. I looked towards him as we stepped inside the Fortress of Kaur'Ainda together for the first time since I was Ascended by both him and Cewa together.
He looked back at me, smiled and squeezed my hand reassuringly, before saying over our rarely-used connection,
There's no need to be nervous; It's just a Greenmarch Feast, my Siren. As I did every time he called me that, I giggled; At first I had been confused by him calling me an alarm sound, until he showed me one of the few surviving Terran records from... Wherever it was that they came from. Terran, or at the time, Human, women of extraordinary beauty, totally uncovered, and singing some kind of song that lured male sailors to their deaths.
Then he had sent me an image of how he viewed me; My plain purple skin instead appeared almost... Luminous, and my average green eyes were glittering emerald gems. My hair, an equally unremarkable azure, was a brilliant blue that resembled the Azuresheet high above even the Overwaves, and in his mind's eye, my cheeks were flushed slightly blue. I had never considered myself to be attractive by any means; In the Abyss I would have struggled to find a mate...
But here in the Overwaves? I had been chosen by a Terran, that enigmatic, smooth-skinned, near-prey-like biped species who were renowned for absurd feats of strength and endurance. I was not as fragile as I seemed, even before my Ascension...
But Jakob seemed to realise that early on; The first time we lay together, an eye-rolling, mind-erasing experience, he showed such gentleness that it was hard to believe the stories... Until the very next day when I had struggled to move a shipment of materials that had come in, even barely raising it, and he had simply come in and told me to let it go, before seeming to effortlessly pick up the heavy box and carry it into the Forge, before placing it down and rapidly sorting the material inside for me. I had asked him about it, and his response was a mere shrug, and to say, It wasn't that heavy for me; Absolutely awkward, but not anything that will break my back.
In the present, we stepped into the Great Hall, and froze. It had been totally transformed, becoming a verdant green forest canopy under which wooden tables seemingly made from the trunks of trees, with seats formed from sections of log from great tree branches. Seiranha saw us enter, and rushed over to greet us.
"Boltz! Chit!" She exclaimed, and hugged us both in turn. It felt... Odd, to be given a hug by a Vampyris, but this particular one was a friend, and so I happily returned the hug, albeit reluctantly letting go of Jakob's hand to do so. We held the hug for a few eternal moments, before she let go and did the same to Jakob, who greeted her warmly.
"You look great!" Jakob said to the Vampyris warrior, and she blushed a deep golden color on her pale cream skin. It looked almost like golden Skyblaze rays were touching her cheeks as she giggled. But Jakob was right; She was garbed in a flowing set of obviously ceremonial armour which appeared to have been made by first weaving a suit of leaves, and then attaching segments of bark to the resulting garment. And combined with her silver-in-crimson eyes...
"You look sort of like a vengeful forest spirit in this armour, Master Seiranha!" I said, and the woman grinned.
"That's sort of the idea. Not many people remember that the spirits of the forests of all our worlds yet live... And for those who do not respect the forest's inhabitants, only death can be anticipated, or worse."
Over the course of what remained of the Solwatch, we enjoyed the Greenmarch Feast, and soon enough, it was time to scatter to our homes once again, to rest away the overindulgences of the Feast.
[Boltz]
As the transport landed at the Wolfreach starport, Chit and I walked down the ramp, though she was somewhat unsteady on her legs. Chuckling, I asked her,
"Would you like me to carry you home?" She looked at me, her face blazing sapphire, but through our connection, she, apparently not realising she was 'speaking', replied, I thought you'd never ask... My mighty Skybright, carrying me like an Inkle in his powerful arms... As the thought travelled over our connection the azure spread, and I shook my head with a grin. I really was the luckiest guy in the Reach to have landed such an exotic life partner. She happily stepped in closer to me, and I swept her off her feet, much to her almost drunken delight, and she let out a whoop of surprise.
However, as her intoxicated brain realised what had happened, she melted into my embrace, burbling away in my ear as though she had been returned to her youngest of Watches. I was all too happy to carry my lover home of course; The sound of her tripled heartbeat like a three-beat rhythm pulsed against my own heart, and her emerald gaze was transfixed on my face, the look in those beautiful green orbs one of utter and complete adoration.
After around 10 minutes, we reached the shop, and I swiped my wristcomm over the new sensor, first up-down, then right-left. The two-part verification proved my identity, and the door swung open automatically, a recent addition I had also made. As we cleared the door, I swept my foot around and behind me to close the door again, and carried Chit to the bedroom in our apartment, before laying her gently down on the bed, and saying,
"Unfortunately, I've gotta take that incredible dress off you or it will be ruined in your sleep." Chit vaguely nodded, and I helped her stand back up. Having done this routine together before, she laid her arms on my shoulders for added balancing support, and I bent down to grab the bottom of the dress, before slowly pulling it up to her chest. Feeling the garment fully above her hips, Chit carefully sat down on the bed, and I carefully pulled the dress up and over her head, then down her arms.
Turning around, I draped the dress across a nearby dresser, smoothing out any wrinkles in it, and then returned my attention to my lover, who was now completely undressed. Once again taking up the role of caregiver, I wrapped an arm around her and scooped her up once more before laying her on the bed sideways, where she let out a small gasp as the cold fabric touched her bare skin. I gave her a reassuring smile and said,
"I'll have you nice and warm soon enough, Heartstreasure." And with that, I stripped off my own suit, carefully draping it over a chair, and then pulled off the underwear I had worn for the Feast, and climbed under the covers beside Chit. Upon feeling me enter the bed, she shifted over, hissing a bit as she moved off the warmed area, and melted her body against my own. As she settled into a comfortable position, one of her legs across mine, she said through repeated yawns,
"May... May you swim... With the... Blessing of... Of Drynedaea... My.... Sky-Warrior..." Chuckling as I wrapped an arm around her back, I kissed her gently on the forehead and over our connection, replied,
"May Luunah Guard your Dreams, Heartstreasure of the Depths." And with that, as if it were a cue, Chit's breathing shifted to become deep and regular, and the sound along with the rising and falling of her amethyst chest against my skin sung its own siren song, dragging me down into...
2024.05.17 13:18 lavanyadeepak SBI's own insiders are sufficient to tarnish the brand identity and image due to their sheer arrogance
We had a trip between 26th May 2024 to 30th May 2024 to a few temples around Mangaluru organised by a pilgrimage cum religious group called Nellai Sahasranama Mandali. The trip had two night halts one at Hariharapura and next at Dharmasthala. However later both the halts were clubbed to Hariharapura due to heavy crowd and accommodation crunch at Dharmasthala. We had got clubbed with a person called Thenmozhi (+91 98xxx xxxx). The identity of the person as per Truecaller shows up as (Thenmozhi SBI). However despite being from an iconic global brand of India, the person's outlook and concern in the community is absolutely disgusting besides creating a lot of heartburns and this intensifies particularly when the community is on a good spirited like a pilgrimage. I would like to share a set of four incidents (in chronological order) here so that these could be taken as a lesson to counsel the workforce as we are from service industry and our outlook towards others when in duty and/or otherwise does impact the brand identity of the business. Incident 1: I got the key from reception and moved towards escalator towing my baggages. Since the escalator had a huge serpentine line piled up, this person went to harass my Senior Citizen mother and told her with arrogance "Your husband already got the keys. Please give the key so that we can move to the room". A bank employee can discriminate between son and husband by look and age. How are they expected to apply due diligence and fraud detection at work? When my mom calmly replied he is my son the response from her with audacity and temerity is 'Ok. So what?'. No apologetic or remorseful gesture found whatsoever. Incident 2: At room when we were trying to keep the things ready for next day temple rituals, she was talking a lot of Gyan about room mates and room sharing. However next day morning walked out to Tunga river without even telling us. We were waiting for a long time because we had to lock the room before going to river. Then she is calling that she is returning from river and would collect the key. Incident 3: Towards afternoon when we were having the lunch at Mutt, she hastily approached me asking for the keys. I was almost finishing the food and instead of waiting a minute or two she was hurling abuses like crazy. How many times customers are being made to wait at the branches due to staff busy even in other schedules? Incident 4: Towards evening we had a trip to Sringeri and came back. We developed a severe headache. So took a few pills and started to take rest and next day we were asked to start early to move towards Dharmasthala. This persona again came and roughed me up to move out of the room for half an hour as she wanted to change her dress (silk saree). I was even not able to open the eyes and the bathroom was dry and clean which she could have used. Additionally the organisers have clearly mentioned multiple times that any room can be used by anyone because the stay is just for sleeping and for other purposes please knock and use whichever room is applicable, available and useable. And for this she again used a few slurs and expletives. It was a total irritant and we did not want to spoil the sanctity and sacredness of the pilgrimage. Hence chose to stay muted and avoid her mudslings that potentially got seeded out of ignorance and/or arrogance.
On a goodwill gesture I have reported the below-said incident to SBI and here so that people can be wary of such speciments around them.
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On a goodwill gesture I have reported the below-said incident to SBI and here so that people can be wary of such speciments around them.
2024.05.17 13:18 comics0026 284 - Masquerain by ForesterDesigns [PF2e]
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2024.05.17 13:17 Silestyna IRL Player's true colours came out
I used to play DnD in a shop, which was great for meeting new people, but also leads to a bunch of RPG horror stories.
In one campaign, there was a new couple to the store, recently moved in the area. A bit of an age gap between them. They ended up in separate games, with the husband joining our table as our GM made a space so they can join in.
It was a set up where the world is being Corrupted, and our efforts were slowing down the efforts or trying to create setbacks before the final battle against evil. So the DM repeatedly had dangerous situations, and even NPCs we grown attached too, getting killed by the darkness.
So this player joins, and picked a Hunter. He joined when the campaign was first scouting the possible location of the enemies base in the enemies territory. Imagine a party essentially approaching the gates of Mordor from LotR, escorting our wise and powerful mentor who we might as well call Gandalf. The DM was setting up a moment we learn of how terrifying the enemy is, and a “You shalt not pass” moment where our Galdalf sacrifices himself to save us. So when exploring, the Hunter pretty much wants to not want to be involved with fighting the darkness at all (bad fit for party/theme) specifying he stays away at maximum range at all times, and during a troll attack, he was firing at disadvantage whilst my rogue was getting mullered. He was quickly earning some bad rep as a player with the party with his antics, which leads to the horror moment and final straw.
We ended up at a cabin in the woods with a family there. There was something going on and there is a secret, and we needed to learn it from this family. As a party, we were trying to earn some good will with them, and gain their trust. There was a lot of cageyness but it was proceeding like a difficult social encounter could be. Hunter again, was not wanting to the party spirit, stuck to the edges.
There was a DM statement about the little girl in the family knowing something of it whilst she was skirt peeking from behind her mother. The Hunter decided this might be a good way to get the information. He started using some honeycakes to lure out this little girl out in the woods Man in White Van with Free Candy here on the side style. He was giving such details of how he is going to lure her out, going quite remote with this little girl, etc. It was very surreal and spoken as if given this some real thought, far beyond what you would expect for such a play. The DM had the little girl share her information, but he seemed to continue with interacting with her.Player (Cleric) next to me spoke up and said “Calm down now, Jimmy Saville”. Which kind of broke the atmosphere, we laughed and made jokes to defuse it and allowed to snap back from what they were watching. Hunter didnt look too amused.
The DM had the mother realise her daughter was missing, get hysterical and we as party helped her out. We get to girl and Hunter, and Mother goes “What are you doing with my child?”. We expected some kind of apology or excuse from Hunter, we take the rep hit, and he shares his information gathered with us. Except, he doesn't do any of that. Hunter just goes deathly quiet, and just walks away from the party, not even replying to mother or any of us asking questions. 'Right to Remain Silent' style. His actions were coming off weird in character and with his IRL body language. We obviously asked him and prompted him to do some actions, whilst Cleric expressed his own discomfort with jokes referencing Hunter’s character acting like a nonce.
Shortly Hunter’s girlfriend came to the table, saying she had a headache and he left with her. Given he was on his phone, we guessed he got uncomfortable with the situation and used her to bail out. We did feel some guilt about chasing the player away, but we were collectively ‘wtf’ about the experience.
Hunter never turned up at the shop again, which wasnt a big loss for us, as he was a very poor team player and we continued. His wife did return to her table. She left after a month or so.
It was a month after this when the DM was chatting with the other DM, about both the players. And in our Facebook group, he sent a link suggesting we check out it.
Click the link and it was Hunter in a newspaper online from a city from other side of the country. Turned out, he was on sex offender for diddling kids in his role of a church youth pastor. He clearly located across the country to escape his past. As you can imagine with age difference, his wife was one of the those he met within his role and married when she grew older.
Obviously the Cleric was like “I called it! I knew! It just wasnt right with what he was doing”, and yeah, it makes sense in hindsight. We were all very uncomfortable with his play.
And it is the very sickening realisation afterwards that he knew what to do about luring the little girl npc in the woods and his actions around that, because he most likely had very real practical experience of doing that stuff.
Sick.
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In one campaign, there was a new couple to the store, recently moved in the area. A bit of an age gap between them. They ended up in separate games, with the husband joining our table as our GM made a space so they can join in.
It was a set up where the world is being Corrupted, and our efforts were slowing down the efforts or trying to create setbacks before the final battle against evil. So the DM repeatedly had dangerous situations, and even NPCs we grown attached too, getting killed by the darkness.
So this player joins, and picked a Hunter. He joined when the campaign was first scouting the possible location of the enemies base in the enemies territory. Imagine a party essentially approaching the gates of Mordor from LotR, escorting our wise and powerful mentor who we might as well call Gandalf. The DM was setting up a moment we learn of how terrifying the enemy is, and a “You shalt not pass” moment where our Galdalf sacrifices himself to save us. So when exploring, the Hunter pretty much wants to not want to be involved with fighting the darkness at all (bad fit for party/theme) specifying he stays away at maximum range at all times, and during a troll attack, he was firing at disadvantage whilst my rogue was getting mullered. He was quickly earning some bad rep as a player with the party with his antics, which leads to the horror moment and final straw.
We ended up at a cabin in the woods with a family there. There was something going on and there is a secret, and we needed to learn it from this family. As a party, we were trying to earn some good will with them, and gain their trust. There was a lot of cageyness but it was proceeding like a difficult social encounter could be. Hunter again, was not wanting to the party spirit, stuck to the edges.
There was a DM statement about the little girl in the family knowing something of it whilst she was skirt peeking from behind her mother. The Hunter decided this might be a good way to get the information. He started using some honeycakes to lure out this little girl out in the woods Man in White Van with Free Candy here on the side style. He was giving such details of how he is going to lure her out, going quite remote with this little girl, etc. It was very surreal and spoken as if given this some real thought, far beyond what you would expect for such a play. The DM had the little girl share her information, but he seemed to continue with interacting with her.Player (Cleric) next to me spoke up and said “Calm down now, Jimmy Saville”. Which kind of broke the atmosphere, we laughed and made jokes to defuse it and allowed to snap back from what they were watching. Hunter didnt look too amused.
The DM had the mother realise her daughter was missing, get hysterical and we as party helped her out. We get to girl and Hunter, and Mother goes “What are you doing with my child?”. We expected some kind of apology or excuse from Hunter, we take the rep hit, and he shares his information gathered with us. Except, he doesn't do any of that. Hunter just goes deathly quiet, and just walks away from the party, not even replying to mother or any of us asking questions. 'Right to Remain Silent' style. His actions were coming off weird in character and with his IRL body language. We obviously asked him and prompted him to do some actions, whilst Cleric expressed his own discomfort with jokes referencing Hunter’s character acting like a nonce.
Shortly Hunter’s girlfriend came to the table, saying she had a headache and he left with her. Given he was on his phone, we guessed he got uncomfortable with the situation and used her to bail out. We did feel some guilt about chasing the player away, but we were collectively ‘wtf’ about the experience.
Hunter never turned up at the shop again, which wasnt a big loss for us, as he was a very poor team player and we continued. His wife did return to her table. She left after a month or so.
It was a month after this when the DM was chatting with the other DM, about both the players. And in our Facebook group, he sent a link suggesting we check out it.
Click the link and it was Hunter in a newspaper online from a city from other side of the country. Turned out, he was on sex offender for diddling kids in his role of a church youth pastor. He clearly located across the country to escape his past. As you can imagine with age difference, his wife was one of the those he met within his role and married when she grew older.
Obviously the Cleric was like “I called it! I knew! It just wasnt right with what he was doing”, and yeah, it makes sense in hindsight. We were all very uncomfortable with his play.
And it is the very sickening realisation afterwards that he knew what to do about luring the little girl npc in the woods and his actions around that, because he most likely had very real practical experience of doing that stuff.
Sick.
2024.05.17 13:16 Liberty-Prime76 Letter of Marque 82 - A NoP Fanfic
As always, thank you to u/SpacePaladin15 for the wonderful universe that is NoP! Thank you to u/cruisingNW for proof reading and helping me make this chapter as good as it can be, you're the man! Honestly LoM wouldn't have gone very far without him! If you haven't you should absolutely go read Foundations of Humanity! It's very good AND it just updated!
A big thanks to u/Saint-Andros for helping with proofreading! He writes Out of Our Elements which is a very good one! If you like a good fic in the wilderness and a pair of cute 'friends' ;) you'll love OOE!
Also thank you to u/brotanics! For this wonderful fanart of Taisa. And this one! She's so cute I'm gonna die
And thank you to u/Jimdandy117! For this adorable fanart of Chris and Renkel! Dear god help he's adorable I love him so much
Thank you u/SlimyRage, or AsciiSquid on Discord, for makin'Vengineer Taisa Gamin'. She's absolutely adorable, I love her lil' workers apron. She looks so excited to get to work!
Thank you u/Braquen! For this astounding Pixel Art of Taisa after a few range day dates with Chris! Her little hat and gunbelt are absolutely astounding!
Thank you u/VeryUnluckyDice! For this Artwork of Taisa and Chris as characters from One Piece! I've never seen or read it before but it's incredibly cute!
Thank you to u/creditmission for their wonderful work of several LoM fanfics!
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Memory Transcription Subject: Taisa, Venlil Starship Engineer, Crystal Star Shipping Co-Owner
Date [Standardized Human Time]: October 16th, 2136
Stars… doom or not, that moon is beautiful.
Earth’s own spotlight still hung in the sky, creeping ever higher backlight more and more of the fleet waiting in anticipation. The moon’s pure white light scattered aimlessly across the mountains, shimmering like liquid silver on the surface of the river flowing through the valley far below us. Slinking dark forms of ships that slipped beyond her light made their presence known through the trailing wisps their ion thrusters jetted out behind them; painting the soil-black sky with twisting, swirling hues of blue amongst the shimmering stars.
A warm and weighty hand pulled me close as the cool night air of the mountains flowed through my wool, coaxing a contended purr to build and blossom in my chest as I pressed into Chris’ side, stretching up to nuzzle into his neck before leaning forward and snatching another ‘hummus’ covered carrot from the tray to pop it into my mouth. The delicious, savory smoothness of the hummus accompanied the sweet harshness of the carrot perfectly, sending a trill of pleasure through my chest before I continued my story.
“Anyhow, Quilleth and I, despite her continuous protests, get assigned to the same design herd for one of our final projects. We had an old Triconn Drive Systems TC-547 Jump drive and one of their ‘standard’ fusion cores to go with it, one of the worst pairs of speh-stacks ever built if you ask me, that we needed to rebuild and get working again, and she wanted no part of having to ‘deal’ with me for any extended period of time. Tavareth, my jump-drive maintenance and design professor, was adamant that,” I stopped, pulling in a breath and puffing out my chest, doing my best to mimic the old, gray trunked Mazic. “Ahem, ‘In a work environment you’ll have to work past your differences to make the herd stronger.’ and all kinds of other speh that amounted to ‘I need to fill out this herd the rest of the way and you two are who’s left.’”
“They both sound so pleasant.” Chris rumbled, a chuckle in his voice as he grinned, handing me another of his ‘cracker sandwiches’ before turning his eyes back to the stars high above.
“That’s a word for it.” I agreed, giving a jovial whistle past the crumbling cracker and deliciously smooth nut-spread. “But she dropped that tune real fast the second we came up to a real problem in the project trying to source a new, or at least rebuildable, primary magnetic accelerator. I called Parnel and had a brand new one, that was well past any spec we were expected to meet, in our workshop and installed within the paw. After that I checked the drive’s Tritium levels, rerouted every coolant line, field flow point and magnetic induction coil so they actually worked right, stars forbid those wool brains at Triconn ever design something right the first time, to get everything I could out of the new accelerator assembly.”
“Now why does that sound familiar?” Chris mused, a sly smile on his face as scooped a fistful of crunchy chips into his mouth.
“You can shush Captain ‘try his damnedest to burn out every subsystem he can find’, half the re-routing I have to do now is your fault!” I replied with an amused whistle, paffing the back of his head with my tail-tuft before continuing. “Now, after I’d… dove into the ove-”
“As you often do.” Chris cut in, a smile on his face as he prodded my side with a burbling laugh in his voice.
“Shush!” I bleated in return, the warmth of a spreading bloom driving the sneaking cold of the mountain air from my wool. “As I was saying, after I dove into the drive, Quilleth and our other partners, mostly Quilleth, had taken it on themselves to handle the core’s overhaul and refueling. Leave it to most herds to take the easy route and not learn something if they can get away with it, you can damn well bet they made sure to document that I was the one who worked on the drive and that the, far easier, core was all them. The work on the drive took a while by myself but I still managed to get everything done and put together before we had to spin it up for the test-paw.”
“How do you test a drive and a core if it's not on a ship? Feels like a fast way to make a problem for yourself.” Chris asked, his eyes focused on me, interest plain on his face as his hand wrapped around my side to pull me close.
“Well the drives physically can’t engage if they’re in a sufficient gravity well, and VP is well beyond that threshold, so we just spin them up, take readings to ‘prove’ that they’d work in a real application. I argued we should have had a few shuttles with remote diagnostics and control systems, like we used during your flight training, to do the tests to show they actually did work since correct readings in a gravity well and correct readings in applied use can be different and you wouldn’t know until you were in orbit and getting ready to jump. Tavareth said he’d have ‘loved to give us the chance but the university didn’t have the funds to allocate’ or some other excuse the faculty always used to avoid doing things the right way.” I replied, waving my paws in frustration at the amount of projects that were only given a curled tail of thought before being dumped on us to complete, real world applications or not.
“Sounds a lot like Trepassy’s parent company, unless it was a ‘mission critical component’ as they put it, then they didn’t much care to fix it if it didn’t keep her stuck in port. Always made the excuse that the repairs weren’t in the budget while posting ten plus percent margins. Didn’t matter how much me and the cap’ called and bitched them out for busted Air-con or the rec-room being entirely bare they always said the same damned thing. Bunch of assholes.”
My tail set to wagging at the idea of Chris and his captain shouting into a phone at some other Human half the world away about something that felt all too familiar. “Anyways, we get everything set up on the testing field outside of Dayside, get the systems mounted into their cooling and fuel channels before we start spooling the core up and putting power to the drive. Before too long Tavareth announces that everything looks stable and we can begin putting load onto the system, everything climbs their scales well. The warp field levels off with the expected fluctuations of a drive being operated way too far into a gravity well to maintain any real stability and the core temperature looks good. Everything’s holding steady, Tavareth looks pleased, the rest of my project-herd is congratulating each other on a project completed.”
“Then the core temp starts climbing, blooming well beyond any ‘acceptable’ overheating limiter Quilleth, Uderek or Ofent could have seen fit to set. I looked over and found all three of them watching the core start to melt down in disbelief as Tavereth slams down every single E-stop he can find on the command console. Suddenly everything stops, the room goes quiet as the distant, now glowing white core is dumped straight into an abort tank to expend its… energy somewhere a bit safer. ”
“Tavereth whipped around faster than I’d ever seen that big old Mazic move and oh stars was he furious!” I bleated, tossing my paws in the air at the memory of him studying each of us in turn before launching into an angry tirade. “That core was as bright as the stars themselves but it had nothing on the bloom positively glowing beneath Quilleth’s coat! He laid into all of us for a solid five minutes, calling out everything that could have gone wrong under Sollaglick’s light and I didn’t say a thing until she tried to blame me for forgetting to install the limiters!”
I saw the corner of Chris’ mouth curl in a tight smile, he knew what was coming but it still felt so good to be able to revel in it with my own herd, pack or whatever we should have been called. “Then I threw her own write up right back at her! Pointed out every note that explicitly called out that I only worked on the drive and that the core was all them, more specifically that SHE was supposed to have installed the limiters almost a herd before according to their schedule!”
“Uderek, Ofent and I all got a stern warning about why you should always check your herd-mates’ work and I got a gruff ‘good work’ for the drive before Tavereth positively berated Quilleth for the next quarter claw! Those two were good to me for the tail end of the semester, I’d hoped they’d try to keep in touch after we went our separate ways but… well they really didn’t.” I sighed with a shrug, the sun falling from my field at the memory of the last time I’d seen the chipper Gojid and our Tilfish friend.
“Well, hopefully things are going good for them, sometimes folks get busy… maybe they figure they don’t wanna bother you! ‘Specially now that you got your own ship and whatnot!” Chris comforted, his hands tracing wonderfully comforting circles through my wool.
Could always try to get in contact again if we make it through this.
>Agreed.< “Maybe I should, would be nice to have even more paws onto look at any of the problems Darno and I can’t… Stars above what is that?!”
My breath hitched in my throat as I looked to the stars, watching as the fleets high above began to exchange zipping tails of blue and green. A horrid, deadly light show filled the void high above earth, ships on both sides taking and serving hits with the fervor only people fighting for their lives, and the lives of everyone they’d ever known, could truly muster. The blazing trails of plasma slammed into the distant motes, scattering their vibrant colors in globs across the tapestry of the stars before some of them were joined by the flash of critical reactors and munition blowouts.
But amongst it all that wasn’t even the most of it.
For a brief moment I had thought the U.N. had decided to throw their entire moon at the fleet, another break-tail juke to smash as much of the fleet as they could; but the vectors were all wrong. They weren’t propelling here, they were taking off from her. The light of the moon was ablaze, obscured with towering pillars of smoke and fire, cacophonous trails of burnt oxygen and hydrogen traced a stampede directly to the extermination fleet. No, what they had actually chosen to do was far worse.
They’d stowed what looked like a never ending salvo of gargantuan missiles waiting for the exact moment to drop everything they had on the extermination fleet. A thought crossed my mind, a display from some stars-forsaken exhibit in the capital’s museum called ‘true evil’, its content was positively laughable now, about how many atomics humanity had made before they’d ’annihilated’ themselves. I think the curator had harvested the numbers a shear or two short. The sky lit up like a battery of strobes, the constant cracking light of splitting atoms nearly turning night to day as they spread like a blight through the assaulting fleet.
I couldn’t help but pull my lips back in a smile as my tail thumped rapidly against the stone beneath me. That mote of hope in my chest grew, watching the burning hulks full of people who wanted nothing more than to destroy everything about this world I’d come to love break apart, venting atmosphere as they sat, hanging in the void. Some tried to turn tail and limp away, some slipped into Earth’s gravity, their battered hull sections turning to voracious fireballs as they plummeted toward the hard, unforgiving dirt below.
Should’ve stayed home.
The thunk and twang of Chris’ instrument slipping from its case harvested my attention, my eyes sliding from the battle high above to the glowing white instrument resting in his hands. His own eyes turned to the sky, hovering for a moment as he plucked a few discordant notes from the instrument before looking back down and over to me, meeting my gaze.
“‘Suppose now’s as good a time as any.” He shrugged, giving me a small smile as I nodded, wrapping my tail around his wrist before gently nuzzling into his neck and turning my eyes back to the battle.
The sharp, plucky, barking twang of the banjo called out across the mountain tops, echoing back to us like a distant friend as Chris’ voice filled the air, joining the banjo in its reprise. The slow, wavering song danced between us just as the violence for the stars above, weaving amongs the whispering chorus of the trees and the chattering, throaty backing of evening insects.
“But I want to be where all the stupid shit I say Sounds so romantic and true.
Cause I'd rot in hell with you,
If you'd just ask me to.
I love the shitty things we do together,
Live with me in this sin forever.”
Memories flooded my mind with the words and hanging notes that echoed across the valley before us. The panic of our first solo flight as Chris pushed Shamrock for everything she’d had to give us, trying desperately to keep her in one piece as he blew past every limiter to get Maeve to the hospital as fast as we could. Concern roiling in my chest as I helped him to the truck after he’d dove into the river after, soaked to the bone, shivering and frozen but still so proud. The frustration of the two of us hard at work on Polani the paw after we’d gotten her, tail, and elbow, deep in carbon, grease and oil as we cursed everything under the stars. The fear of the cradle as the thunder of shells slamming into Polani’s hull filled her halls, the horror as one stalked me within my home…
“Cause home is the last place that I'd stand to be with anyone but you.
I'd rot in hell with you, If you'd just ask me to.
I love the shitty things we do together, Live with me in this sin forever.
Hell and you, I know you want it too.
I hope you take the shot, see this chance.
Feel the fire, and let me have this dance with you.”
I pressed into his side with a contented sigh, listening to the last echoing twangs of the Banjo and his voice as they called back across the great expanse before us. A long, cool breath filled my lungs before I leaned up to give his cheek a small, loving lick as a purr rolled through my chest. “I love everything we do together too, Love. Almost as much as I love just having you in my life at all.”
His mouth split into that broad, goofy grin as his hand pulled me just a little closer, his heavy voice rolling through me, just as comforting as always. “I love you too, Darlin’.”
“So…” I whistled, my tail twitching back and forth with amusement as I spoke into his neck. “About that dan-”
The words faltered in my mouth as a building light caught my eye, harvesting my attention skyward.
There, seemingly hanging in the sky, a pair of ships were tangled, no speared together. Both of them were burning fuel as munitions explosions wracked their hulls and trailing plumes of wispy atmosphere vented from their hulls as they plummeted to earth together, locked in their own deadly dance. The fires of re-entry blazed across both of their hulls as parts, pods and melted trails of slag broke away from both of them. The rammer’s guns opened up, sending round after round out after the escape pods that had bailed from the other ship, turning scores of them into little more than puffs of smoke that never had a chance.
As the pair grew closer I could finally make out what they were, or at least who the aggressor was. A Federation light cruiser was speared dead in her midship by the unmistakable, sleek curves of a Venlil Destroyer ending in a hextet of thrusters that still belched plumes of burning hydrogen fuel into the sky as she drove her opponent towards the certain death of the mountains below them with everything they had. The screaming roar of the ship reached my ears, their cacophonous echos casting across the mountain range like the angered, belligerent wails of someone defending everything they held dear.
That ship doesn’t have U.N. markings… Stars above that ship… those are Venlil.
“Damn…”
“Stars above…”
Chris and I watched what amounted to a grand, defiant headbutt as it traced its path down from the stars above. The pair of dancing ships continued their descent, pirouetting to the mountains below them like experienced partners just as their arms and thrusters screamed at each other like enemies with a centuries old grudge to settle.
“Shit… they’re comin’ down on Salt Pond.” Chris whispered, his eyes tracking the pair as they plummeted.
Mountains rose into sight beneath them, the distant mountain’s peak rose into the sky like it was anticipation, just hoping for the chance to dash the interloper across its face.
“H-How far is that?”
“‘Bout twenty miles as the crow flies. ‘Least no one lives on that one I think, ‘sides maybe the rangers.”
The fleets far above them were still locked in a furious fight, the monstrous flanks of the federation ships pushed on, crashing through the defenders like a harvester through wool-grass. Ships of both sides fell from their formations, ablaze like the stars around them, only growing brighter before flaring into catastrophic explosions that cast them into incalculable pieces that fell to the ground below like a meteor shower.
“Think they’ll manage?” I whispered, a sprout of fear and doubt managing to push past the stone of hope I’d done my best to embed in my heart.
“I hope so, Darlin’. I ho-“
The cacophonous screech and cavernous boom of metal crashing into stone, trees and dirt filled the air, drowning his voice out and sending birds scattering from the trees around us as the ground beneath us shuddered from the impact.
Then everything went whi-
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A big thanks to u/Saint-Andros for helping with proofreading! He writes Out of Our Elements which is a very good one! If you like a good fic in the wilderness and a pair of cute 'friends' ;) you'll love OOE!
Also thank you to u/brotanics! For this wonderful fanart of Taisa. And this one! She's so cute I'm gonna die
And thank you to u/Jimdandy117! For this adorable fanart of Chris and Renkel! Dear god help he's adorable I love him so much
Thank you u/SlimyRage, or AsciiSquid on Discord, for makin'
Thank you u/Braquen! For this astounding Pixel Art of Taisa after a few range day dates with Chris! Her little hat and gunbelt are absolutely astounding!
Thank you u/VeryUnluckyDice! For this Artwork of Taisa and Chris as characters from One Piece! I've never seen or read it before but it's incredibly cute!
Thank you to u/creditmission for their wonderful work of several LoM fanfics!
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Memory Transcription Subject: Taisa, Venlil Starship Engineer, Crystal Star Shipping Co-Owner
Date [Standardized Human Time]: October 16th, 2136
Stars… doom or not, that moon is beautiful.
Earth’s own spotlight still hung in the sky, creeping ever higher backlight more and more of the fleet waiting in anticipation. The moon’s pure white light scattered aimlessly across the mountains, shimmering like liquid silver on the surface of the river flowing through the valley far below us. Slinking dark forms of ships that slipped beyond her light made their presence known through the trailing wisps their ion thrusters jetted out behind them; painting the soil-black sky with twisting, swirling hues of blue amongst the shimmering stars.
A warm and weighty hand pulled me close as the cool night air of the mountains flowed through my wool, coaxing a contended purr to build and blossom in my chest as I pressed into Chris’ side, stretching up to nuzzle into his neck before leaning forward and snatching another ‘hummus’ covered carrot from the tray to pop it into my mouth. The delicious, savory smoothness of the hummus accompanied the sweet harshness of the carrot perfectly, sending a trill of pleasure through my chest before I continued my story.
“Anyhow, Quilleth and I, despite her continuous protests, get assigned to the same design herd for one of our final projects. We had an old Triconn Drive Systems TC-547 Jump drive and one of their ‘standard’ fusion cores to go with it, one of the worst pairs of speh-stacks ever built if you ask me, that we needed to rebuild and get working again, and she wanted no part of having to ‘deal’ with me for any extended period of time. Tavareth, my jump-drive maintenance and design professor, was adamant that,” I stopped, pulling in a breath and puffing out my chest, doing my best to mimic the old, gray trunked Mazic. “Ahem, ‘In a work environment you’ll have to work past your differences to make the herd stronger.’ and all kinds of other speh that amounted to ‘I need to fill out this herd the rest of the way and you two are who’s left.’”
“They both sound so pleasant.” Chris rumbled, a chuckle in his voice as he grinned, handing me another of his ‘cracker sandwiches’ before turning his eyes back to the stars high above.
“That’s a word for it.” I agreed, giving a jovial whistle past the crumbling cracker and deliciously smooth nut-spread. “But she dropped that tune real fast the second we came up to a real problem in the project trying to source a new, or at least rebuildable, primary magnetic accelerator. I called Parnel and had a brand new one, that was well past any spec we were expected to meet, in our workshop and installed within the paw. After that I checked the drive’s Tritium levels, rerouted every coolant line, field flow point and magnetic induction coil so they actually worked right, stars forbid those wool brains at Triconn ever design something right the first time, to get everything I could out of the new accelerator assembly.”
“Now why does that sound familiar?” Chris mused, a sly smile on his face as scooped a fistful of crunchy chips into his mouth.
“You can shush Captain ‘try his damnedest to burn out every subsystem he can find’, half the re-routing I have to do now is your fault!” I replied with an amused whistle, paffing the back of his head with my tail-tuft before continuing. “Now, after I’d… dove into the ove-”
“As you often do.” Chris cut in, a smile on his face as he prodded my side with a burbling laugh in his voice.
“Shush!” I bleated in return, the warmth of a spreading bloom driving the sneaking cold of the mountain air from my wool. “As I was saying, after I dove into the drive, Quilleth and our other partners, mostly Quilleth, had taken it on themselves to handle the core’s overhaul and refueling. Leave it to most herds to take the easy route and not learn something if they can get away with it, you can damn well bet they made sure to document that I was the one who worked on the drive and that the, far easier, core was all them. The work on the drive took a while by myself but I still managed to get everything done and put together before we had to spin it up for the test-paw.”
“How do you test a drive and a core if it's not on a ship? Feels like a fast way to make a problem for yourself.” Chris asked, his eyes focused on me, interest plain on his face as his hand wrapped around my side to pull me close.
“Well the drives physically can’t engage if they’re in a sufficient gravity well, and VP is well beyond that threshold, so we just spin them up, take readings to ‘prove’ that they’d work in a real application. I argued we should have had a few shuttles with remote diagnostics and control systems, like we used during your flight training, to do the tests to show they actually did work since correct readings in a gravity well and correct readings in applied use can be different and you wouldn’t know until you were in orbit and getting ready to jump. Tavareth said he’d have ‘loved to give us the chance but the university didn’t have the funds to allocate’ or some other excuse the faculty always used to avoid doing things the right way.” I replied, waving my paws in frustration at the amount of projects that were only given a curled tail of thought before being dumped on us to complete, real world applications or not.
“Sounds a lot like Trepassy’s parent company, unless it was a ‘mission critical component’ as they put it, then they didn’t much care to fix it if it didn’t keep her stuck in port. Always made the excuse that the repairs weren’t in the budget while posting ten plus percent margins. Didn’t matter how much me and the cap’ called and bitched them out for busted Air-con or the rec-room being entirely bare they always said the same damned thing. Bunch of assholes.”
My tail set to wagging at the idea of Chris and his captain shouting into a phone at some other Human half the world away about something that felt all too familiar. “Anyways, we get everything set up on the testing field outside of Dayside, get the systems mounted into their cooling and fuel channels before we start spooling the core up and putting power to the drive. Before too long Tavareth announces that everything looks stable and we can begin putting load onto the system, everything climbs their scales well. The warp field levels off with the expected fluctuations of a drive being operated way too far into a gravity well to maintain any real stability and the core temperature looks good. Everything’s holding steady, Tavareth looks pleased, the rest of my project-herd is congratulating each other on a project completed.”
“Then the core temp starts climbing, blooming well beyond any ‘acceptable’ overheating limiter Quilleth, Uderek or Ofent could have seen fit to set. I looked over and found all three of them watching the core start to melt down in disbelief as Tavereth slams down every single E-stop he can find on the command console. Suddenly everything stops, the room goes quiet as the distant, now glowing white core is dumped straight into an abort tank to expend its… energy somewhere a bit safer. ”
“Tavereth whipped around faster than I’d ever seen that big old Mazic move and oh stars was he furious!” I bleated, tossing my paws in the air at the memory of him studying each of us in turn before launching into an angry tirade. “That core was as bright as the stars themselves but it had nothing on the bloom positively glowing beneath Quilleth’s coat! He laid into all of us for a solid five minutes, calling out everything that could have gone wrong under Sollaglick’s light and I didn’t say a thing until she tried to blame me for forgetting to install the limiters!”
I saw the corner of Chris’ mouth curl in a tight smile, he knew what was coming but it still felt so good to be able to revel in it with my own herd, pack or whatever we should have been called. “Then I threw her own write up right back at her! Pointed out every note that explicitly called out that I only worked on the drive and that the core was all them, more specifically that SHE was supposed to have installed the limiters almost a herd before according to their schedule!”
“Uderek, Ofent and I all got a stern warning about why you should always check your herd-mates’ work and I got a gruff ‘good work’ for the drive before Tavereth positively berated Quilleth for the next quarter claw! Those two were good to me for the tail end of the semester, I’d hoped they’d try to keep in touch after we went our separate ways but… well they really didn’t.” I sighed with a shrug, the sun falling from my field at the memory of the last time I’d seen the chipper Gojid and our Tilfish friend.
“Well, hopefully things are going good for them, sometimes folks get busy… maybe they figure they don’t wanna bother you! ‘Specially now that you got your own ship and whatnot!” Chris comforted, his hands tracing wonderfully comforting circles through my wool.
Could always try to get in contact again if we make it through this.
>Agreed.< “Maybe I should, would be nice to have even more paws onto look at any of the problems Darno and I can’t… Stars above what is that?!”
My breath hitched in my throat as I looked to the stars, watching as the fleets high above began to exchange zipping tails of blue and green. A horrid, deadly light show filled the void high above earth, ships on both sides taking and serving hits with the fervor only people fighting for their lives, and the lives of everyone they’d ever known, could truly muster. The blazing trails of plasma slammed into the distant motes, scattering their vibrant colors in globs across the tapestry of the stars before some of them were joined by the flash of critical reactors and munition blowouts.
But amongst it all that wasn’t even the most of it.
For a brief moment I had thought the U.N. had decided to throw their entire moon at the fleet, another break-tail juke to smash as much of the fleet as they could; but the vectors were all wrong. They weren’t propelling here, they were taking off from her. The light of the moon was ablaze, obscured with towering pillars of smoke and fire, cacophonous trails of burnt oxygen and hydrogen traced a stampede directly to the extermination fleet. No, what they had actually chosen to do was far worse.
They’d stowed what looked like a never ending salvo of gargantuan missiles waiting for the exact moment to drop everything they had on the extermination fleet. A thought crossed my mind, a display from some stars-forsaken exhibit in the capital’s museum called ‘true evil’, its content was positively laughable now, about how many atomics humanity had made before they’d ’annihilated’ themselves. I think the curator had harvested the numbers a shear or two short. The sky lit up like a battery of strobes, the constant cracking light of splitting atoms nearly turning night to day as they spread like a blight through the assaulting fleet.
I couldn’t help but pull my lips back in a smile as my tail thumped rapidly against the stone beneath me. That mote of hope in my chest grew, watching the burning hulks full of people who wanted nothing more than to destroy everything about this world I’d come to love break apart, venting atmosphere as they sat, hanging in the void. Some tried to turn tail and limp away, some slipped into Earth’s gravity, their battered hull sections turning to voracious fireballs as they plummeted toward the hard, unforgiving dirt below.
Should’ve stayed home.
The thunk and twang of Chris’ instrument slipping from its case harvested my attention, my eyes sliding from the battle high above to the glowing white instrument resting in his hands. His own eyes turned to the sky, hovering for a moment as he plucked a few discordant notes from the instrument before looking back down and over to me, meeting my gaze.
“‘Suppose now’s as good a time as any.” He shrugged, giving me a small smile as I nodded, wrapping my tail around his wrist before gently nuzzling into his neck and turning my eyes back to the battle.
The sharp, plucky, barking twang of the banjo called out across the mountain tops, echoing back to us like a distant friend as Chris’ voice filled the air, joining the banjo in its reprise. The slow, wavering song danced between us just as the violence for the stars above, weaving amongs the whispering chorus of the trees and the chattering, throaty backing of evening insects.
“But I want to be where all the stupid shit I say Sounds so romantic and true.
Cause I'd rot in hell with you,
If you'd just ask me to.
I love the shitty things we do together,
Live with me in this sin forever.”
Memories flooded my mind with the words and hanging notes that echoed across the valley before us. The panic of our first solo flight as Chris pushed Shamrock for everything she’d had to give us, trying desperately to keep her in one piece as he blew past every limiter to get Maeve to the hospital as fast as we could. Concern roiling in my chest as I helped him to the truck after he’d dove into the river after, soaked to the bone, shivering and frozen but still so proud. The frustration of the two of us hard at work on Polani the paw after we’d gotten her, tail, and elbow, deep in carbon, grease and oil as we cursed everything under the stars. The fear of the cradle as the thunder of shells slamming into Polani’s hull filled her halls, the horror as one stalked me within my home…
“Cause home is the last place that I'd stand to be with anyone but you.
I'd rot in hell with you, If you'd just ask me to.
I love the shitty things we do together, Live with me in this sin forever.
Hell and you, I know you want it too.
I hope you take the shot, see this chance.
Feel the fire, and let me have this dance with you.”
I pressed into his side with a contented sigh, listening to the last echoing twangs of the Banjo and his voice as they called back across the great expanse before us. A long, cool breath filled my lungs before I leaned up to give his cheek a small, loving lick as a purr rolled through my chest. “I love everything we do together too, Love. Almost as much as I love just having you in my life at all.”
His mouth split into that broad, goofy grin as his hand pulled me just a little closer, his heavy voice rolling through me, just as comforting as always. “I love you too, Darlin’.”
“So…” I whistled, my tail twitching back and forth with amusement as I spoke into his neck. “About that dan-”
The words faltered in my mouth as a building light caught my eye, harvesting my attention skyward.
There, seemingly hanging in the sky, a pair of ships were tangled, no speared together. Both of them were burning fuel as munitions explosions wracked their hulls and trailing plumes of wispy atmosphere vented from their hulls as they plummeted to earth together, locked in their own deadly dance. The fires of re-entry blazed across both of their hulls as parts, pods and melted trails of slag broke away from both of them. The rammer’s guns opened up, sending round after round out after the escape pods that had bailed from the other ship, turning scores of them into little more than puffs of smoke that never had a chance.
As the pair grew closer I could finally make out what they were, or at least who the aggressor was. A Federation light cruiser was speared dead in her midship by the unmistakable, sleek curves of a Venlil Destroyer ending in a hextet of thrusters that still belched plumes of burning hydrogen fuel into the sky as she drove her opponent towards the certain death of the mountains below them with everything they had. The screaming roar of the ship reached my ears, their cacophonous echos casting across the mountain range like the angered, belligerent wails of someone defending everything they held dear.
That ship doesn’t have U.N. markings… Stars above that ship… those are Venlil.
“Damn…”
“Stars above…”
Chris and I watched what amounted to a grand, defiant headbutt as it traced its path down from the stars above. The pair of dancing ships continued their descent, pirouetting to the mountains below them like experienced partners just as their arms and thrusters screamed at each other like enemies with a centuries old grudge to settle.
“Shit… they’re comin’ down on Salt Pond.” Chris whispered, his eyes tracking the pair as they plummeted.
Mountains rose into sight beneath them, the distant mountain’s peak rose into the sky like it was anticipation, just hoping for the chance to dash the interloper across its face.
“H-How far is that?”
“‘Bout twenty miles as the crow flies. ‘Least no one lives on that one I think, ‘sides maybe the rangers.”
The fleets far above them were still locked in a furious fight, the monstrous flanks of the federation ships pushed on, crashing through the defenders like a harvester through wool-grass. Ships of both sides fell from their formations, ablaze like the stars around them, only growing brighter before flaring into catastrophic explosions that cast them into incalculable pieces that fell to the ground below like a meteor shower.
“Think they’ll manage?” I whispered, a sprout of fear and doubt managing to push past the stone of hope I’d done my best to embed in my heart.
“I hope so, Darlin’. I ho-“
The cacophonous screech and cavernous boom of metal crashing into stone, trees and dirt filled the air, drowning his voice out and sending birds scattering from the trees around us as the ground beneath us shuddered from the impact.
Then everything went whi-
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2024.05.17 13:14 Impossible_Two_3090 POV: you were hired by an old woman for a banquet as a bodyguard but she didn’t tell you…(read body text)
 | POV: you were hired by a old woman for a banquet as a bodyguard but she didn’t tell you who you are protecting just that it’s a young woman in her early twenties and you must pretend to be a server you thought this odd but 100k is 100k while you’re watching over the banquet you begin to think a few weeks prior when you saved a noble woman with dark hair, bright green eyes and porcelain skin almost looking like a doll from drowning and how it seemed very odd that right after you saved her life she’s coughing up water, and obviously afraid of something hunched over on the ground the old woman who hired you for the odd bodyguard Ing job approached you with a smirk almost as if she watched the whole thing happen..almost as if it was her doi- “hey! Are you even listening to me peasant?!” Shit you forgot that you were doing a job and a shitty one at that you thought about how much you hate the rich and how they are all such snobs but you replied In a irritated yet helpful tone “I apologize, yes I am sir.” The man rolls his eyes and shoves a drink into your hands “okay then make yourself useful and bring that to that lady on the balcony” your eyes glance over to the seeming empty balcony,,,someone’s out there?? How odd..the man snaps in your face as a few other men behind snicker “dumbass! Are you stupid I said go give it to her!” You glare and make your way to the balcony as you hear snickering behind you are they plotting something?? You make it outside where you see a woman facing the skyline out of view from most windows…long black hair with grayish highlights and a cream dress she seems..familiar? “Um ma’am? A gentleman asked me to deliver this drink to you” she turns and you were right! Bright green eyes and porcelain skin like a doll the same woman you saved that one time you have so many questions racing through your head but then she speaks in a mellow honey like tone “a drink? I’m sorry but you must be mistaken..” she looks at you almost with a haze over her eyes like something bad had just happened moments before,,the moon shines bright behind her with the chatter of the banquet loud but yet she’s silent standing elegantly as if someone is watching her every move her hand shaking slightly as she clenches her dress WDYD/WWYS? submitted by Impossible_Two_3090 to GachaClubPOV [link] [comments] 19+ OCs for romance Calista is 22!!,,no idc ocs & no super op ocs,,DM's are open,, once post flair tag reads *CLOSED** there will be no further responses,, no OC limit,, if you have questions feel free to ask,, slide 3 holds info about her* |
2024.05.17 13:07 RG_19WasTaken Beach with the Dog (Zeus the German Sheperd) 5/17
As Michael exited the cabin, he let out a huge yawn as he looked out over the view. Making his way down the stairs, he was followed by his German shepherd, who followed close behind. He’d yet to introduce Zeus to AJ, Amon, or Jane, but he was going to guess they would love the dog.
Despite still having nightmares, he was happy to have a dog who never left his side. It was good to have him watching his back, considering the nightmares he always had. Almost every night, he would wake up with his face covered in sweat. He kept the nightmares mostly hidden from his siblings out of fear of worrying them about him. Whenever he woke up, he could count on his dog to bring him back to reality.
Without Zeus, he’d feel lost, and without a purpose, he still felt lost, but unlike before, he had a purpose, which was to live and enjoy life. Before he put himself down, he saw himself as a monster unworthy of being human. Amon’s speech had pulled him out of his mental torture; even if he never said it out loud, he was thankful for his brother.
As he approached the beach, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a ball. Tossing it a few feet away, Zeus chased after the ball, his dog ran faster than a lightning bolt. He couldn’t help but smirk as the German shepherd returned with the ball and dropped it at his feet. “Good boy.” He started to scratch his dog behind the ears.
As he kneeled down to pet the dog, he was licked in the face by the dog. The son of Apollo laughed as he continued to pet his dog for a few more minutes. If this moment could last forever, he would make it so.
Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out two photos. The first photo was of him, Cody, and the rest of his friends in a selfie-type photo from when he was in Dallas; the other was a photo of Michael and a girl with blond hair and green eyes. The two were posing for a selfie in the photo. He faintly smiled. “I wish that I could tell you how I was feeling.” The son of Apollo whispered.
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Despite still having nightmares, he was happy to have a dog who never left his side. It was good to have him watching his back, considering the nightmares he always had. Almost every night, he would wake up with his face covered in sweat. He kept the nightmares mostly hidden from his siblings out of fear of worrying them about him. Whenever he woke up, he could count on his dog to bring him back to reality.
Without Zeus, he’d feel lost, and without a purpose, he still felt lost, but unlike before, he had a purpose, which was to live and enjoy life. Before he put himself down, he saw himself as a monster unworthy of being human. Amon’s speech had pulled him out of his mental torture; even if he never said it out loud, he was thankful for his brother.
As he approached the beach, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a ball. Tossing it a few feet away, Zeus chased after the ball, his dog ran faster than a lightning bolt. He couldn’t help but smirk as the German shepherd returned with the ball and dropped it at his feet. “Good boy.” He started to scratch his dog behind the ears.
As he kneeled down to pet the dog, he was licked in the face by the dog. The son of Apollo laughed as he continued to pet his dog for a few more minutes. If this moment could last forever, he would make it so.
Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out two photos. The first photo was of him, Cody, and the rest of his friends in a selfie-type photo from when he was in Dallas; the other was a photo of Michael and a girl with blond hair and green eyes. The two were posing for a selfie in the photo. He faintly smiled. “I wish that I could tell you how I was feeling.” The son of Apollo whispered.
2024.05.17 13:06 Tief_Arbeit I just asked Chat GPT-4o to write script for Chapter 401.
Creating a script for an upcoming chapter of Hunter x Hunter involves speculating on where the current narrative threads might lead. As of my last update, the story is focused on the Succession War on the Black Whale, Kurapika’s struggles, and the broader machinations involving the Zodiacs and the Kakin Royal Family. Here’s a speculative script for Chapter 401:
Title: Hunter x Hunter Chapter 401 - “The Web of Fate”
Page 1:
Panel 1: An establishing shot of the Black Whale, massive and foreboding, moving steadily through the dark ocean.
Panel 2: Close-up of Kurapika in the midst of his Nen training with Woble. Sweat beads on his forehead, a look of intense concentration on his face.
Panel 3: Kurapika (thinking): “I need to master this technique… the Prince’s life depends on it.”
Panel 4: A sudden loud knock on the door of Kurapika’s quarters. Kurapika’s eyes snap open, alert.
Page 2:
Panel 1: View shifts to the door. A guard enters, looking nervous.
Guard: “Sir, there’s been another attack in the lower decks.”
Panel 2: Kurapika stands, his resolve hardened.
Kurapika: “I’ll handle it. Stay here and protect Prince Woble.”
Panel 3: Kurapika exits, leaving a worried-looking Prince Woble and Oito behind.
Panel 4: Transition to the lower decks, chaos everywhere. Bodies lie strewn about, and the air is thick with the smell of blood.
Page 3:
Panel 1: Kurapika navigates through the wreckage, his chains at the ready.
Panel 2: He spots a cloaked figure in the shadows, who looks up and grins maliciously.
Figure: “You’re too late, Kurta. The spider has already begun to weave its web.”
Panel 3: Close-up of Kurapika’s eyes, narrowing with recognition and anger.
Kurapika: “Phantom Troupe…”
Panel 4: The cloaked figure lunges at Kurapika with a blade, Kurapika dodges effortlessly.
Page 4:
Panel 1: The fight intensifies, with Kurapika using his chains to block and counter the figure’s attacks.
Panel 2: Kurapika wraps a chain around the figure’s wrist, immobilizing him.
Kurapika: “Who sent you? What is your objective?”
Panel 3: The figure laughs, despite the pain.
Figure: “You think I’ll talk? You’re more naive than I thought.”
Panel 4: The figure’s body starts to convulse, Kurapika’s eyes widen in shock.
Page 5:
Panel 1: Close-up of the figure’s face, frothing at the mouth as he bites down on a hidden cyanide capsule.
Panel 2: The figure collapses, dead. Kurapika looks down, frustration etched on his face.
Kurapika: “Damn it… another dead end.”
Panel 3: Shift to the higher decks where King Nasubi and his advisors are gathered.
Advisor: “Your Majesty, the infighting among the princes is escalating. We must take action.”
Panel 4: Nasubi, impassive, steeples his fingers.
Nasubi: “Let them fight. The strong will survive, and the throne will be secured by the most capable.”
Page 6:
Panel 1: Transition to the Zodiacs’ quarters. Cheadle and Mizaistom are deep in discussion.
Cheadle: “We need to control the situation before it spirals further.”
Mizaistom: “Easier said than done. The Kakin Royal Family’s power struggles are beyond our reach.”
Panel 2: Close-up of Cheadle, determined.
Cheadle: “We may not be able to stop them, but we can protect the innocent lives caught in the crossfire.”
Panel 3: Mizaistom nods in agreement.
Mizaistom: “I’ll coordinate with Kurapika. We need all hands on deck.”
Page 7:
Panel 1: Return to Kurapika, who is analyzing the dead assailant’s belongings.
Panel 2: He finds a small, encrypted device and a strange emblem.
Kurapika (thinking): “This might be a clue… but I need to decode it first.”
Panel 3: Kurapika pockets the items and heads back towards his quarters.
Panel 4: A shadowy figure watches him from a distance, eyes glinting in the darkness.
Shadowy Figure (thinking): “Let’s see how far you can go, Kurta.”
Page 8:
Panel 1: Cut to a secluded room where Illumi and Hisoka are having a tense conversation.
Illumi: “The game is changing. The Succession War has become more complicated.”
Hisoka: “Complicated is good. More chaos, more fun.”
Panel 2: Illumi’s eyes narrow.
Illumi: “Just remember our objective. Don’t get distracted.”
Panel 3: Hisoka grins, licking his lips.
Hisoka: “Don’t worry, Illumi. I never lose sight of my goals.”
Panel 4: Close-up of Illumi, looking pensive.
Page 9:
Panel 1: Back to Kurapika, now in his quarters. He begins working on decrypting the device he found.
Panel 2: Oito watches him with concern.
Oito: “Will this help us survive?”
Panel 3: Kurapika glances at her, his expression softening.
Kurapika: “I promise I’ll do everything in my power to protect you and the Prince.”
Panel 4: The device beeps, indicating a successful decryption. Kurapika’s eyes widen in surprise as he reads the information.
Kurapika: “This… this changes everything.”
Page 10:
Panel 1: Close-up of the decrypted screen showing a detailed plan of the Succession War, including the involvement of various external forces.
Panel 2: Kurapika clenches his fist.
Kurapika: “We need to act fast.”
Panel 3: Shift to an outside view of the Black Whale, storm clouds gathering ominously.
Panel 4: Caption: “To be continued…”
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Title: Hunter x Hunter Chapter 401 - “The Web of Fate”
Page 1:
Panel 1: An establishing shot of the Black Whale, massive and foreboding, moving steadily through the dark ocean.
Panel 2: Close-up of Kurapika in the midst of his Nen training with Woble. Sweat beads on his forehead, a look of intense concentration on his face.
Panel 3: Kurapika (thinking): “I need to master this technique… the Prince’s life depends on it.”
Panel 4: A sudden loud knock on the door of Kurapika’s quarters. Kurapika’s eyes snap open, alert.
Page 2:
Panel 1: View shifts to the door. A guard enters, looking nervous.
Guard: “Sir, there’s been another attack in the lower decks.”
Panel 2: Kurapika stands, his resolve hardened.
Kurapika: “I’ll handle it. Stay here and protect Prince Woble.”
Panel 3: Kurapika exits, leaving a worried-looking Prince Woble and Oito behind.
Panel 4: Transition to the lower decks, chaos everywhere. Bodies lie strewn about, and the air is thick with the smell of blood.
Page 3:
Panel 1: Kurapika navigates through the wreckage, his chains at the ready.
Panel 2: He spots a cloaked figure in the shadows, who looks up and grins maliciously.
Figure: “You’re too late, Kurta. The spider has already begun to weave its web.”
Panel 3: Close-up of Kurapika’s eyes, narrowing with recognition and anger.
Kurapika: “Phantom Troupe…”
Panel 4: The cloaked figure lunges at Kurapika with a blade, Kurapika dodges effortlessly.
Page 4:
Panel 1: The fight intensifies, with Kurapika using his chains to block and counter the figure’s attacks.
Panel 2: Kurapika wraps a chain around the figure’s wrist, immobilizing him.
Kurapika: “Who sent you? What is your objective?”
Panel 3: The figure laughs, despite the pain.
Figure: “You think I’ll talk? You’re more naive than I thought.”
Panel 4: The figure’s body starts to convulse, Kurapika’s eyes widen in shock.
Page 5:
Panel 1: Close-up of the figure’s face, frothing at the mouth as he bites down on a hidden cyanide capsule.
Panel 2: The figure collapses, dead. Kurapika looks down, frustration etched on his face.
Kurapika: “Damn it… another dead end.”
Panel 3: Shift to the higher decks where King Nasubi and his advisors are gathered.
Advisor: “Your Majesty, the infighting among the princes is escalating. We must take action.”
Panel 4: Nasubi, impassive, steeples his fingers.
Nasubi: “Let them fight. The strong will survive, and the throne will be secured by the most capable.”
Page 6:
Panel 1: Transition to the Zodiacs’ quarters. Cheadle and Mizaistom are deep in discussion.
Cheadle: “We need to control the situation before it spirals further.”
Mizaistom: “Easier said than done. The Kakin Royal Family’s power struggles are beyond our reach.”
Panel 2: Close-up of Cheadle, determined.
Cheadle: “We may not be able to stop them, but we can protect the innocent lives caught in the crossfire.”
Panel 3: Mizaistom nods in agreement.
Mizaistom: “I’ll coordinate with Kurapika. We need all hands on deck.”
Page 7:
Panel 1: Return to Kurapika, who is analyzing the dead assailant’s belongings.
Panel 2: He finds a small, encrypted device and a strange emblem.
Kurapika (thinking): “This might be a clue… but I need to decode it first.”
Panel 3: Kurapika pockets the items and heads back towards his quarters.
Panel 4: A shadowy figure watches him from a distance, eyes glinting in the darkness.
Shadowy Figure (thinking): “Let’s see how far you can go, Kurta.”
Page 8:
Panel 1: Cut to a secluded room where Illumi and Hisoka are having a tense conversation.
Illumi: “The game is changing. The Succession War has become more complicated.”
Hisoka: “Complicated is good. More chaos, more fun.”
Panel 2: Illumi’s eyes narrow.
Illumi: “Just remember our objective. Don’t get distracted.”
Panel 3: Hisoka grins, licking his lips.
Hisoka: “Don’t worry, Illumi. I never lose sight of my goals.”
Panel 4: Close-up of Illumi, looking pensive.
Page 9:
Panel 1: Back to Kurapika, now in his quarters. He begins working on decrypting the device he found.
Panel 2: Oito watches him with concern.
Oito: “Will this help us survive?”
Panel 3: Kurapika glances at her, his expression softening.
Kurapika: “I promise I’ll do everything in my power to protect you and the Prince.”
Panel 4: The device beeps, indicating a successful decryption. Kurapika’s eyes widen in surprise as he reads the information.
Kurapika: “This… this changes everything.”
Page 10:
Panel 1: Close-up of the decrypted screen showing a detailed plan of the Succession War, including the involvement of various external forces.
Panel 2: Kurapika clenches his fist.
Kurapika: “We need to act fast.”
Panel 3: Shift to an outside view of the Black Whale, storm clouds gathering ominously.
Panel 4: Caption: “To be continued…”
This script aims to capture the tension, intrigue, and multifaceted character interactions typical of Hunter x Hunter.
Note: After that it noted that this content may violate our terms and conditions
2024.05.17 13:02 ThiwstyGoPro I am SICK, and TIRED of people not understanding me.
I'm having a horrible case of sensory overload near 24/7 and people just say "don't act crazy" or whatever.
Ma'am, how would YOU fell I'd you felt a super headache anytime you're near people, and you're not even allowed to complain? My head, is going to explode, my eyes, are tearing up, PLEASE just leave me alone I haven't had a day of peace since last summer.
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Ma'am, how would YOU fell I'd you felt a super headache anytime you're near people, and you're not even allowed to complain? My head, is going to explode, my eyes, are tearing up, PLEASE just leave me alone I haven't had a day of peace since last summer.
2024.05.17 12:58 soupersonic29 Some Things I Didn't Say
To the void, instead of your inbox, because I don't know if you ever want to hear from me again. But I can tell you precisely that my life is much worse for not having you in it.
I'm sorry I ran. Even if it would have been a difficult conversation, you deserved better than that. I thought I was doing the right thing for both of us, and ended up destroying our friendship maybe entirely beyond repair.
I wish I could say that lashing out in such a... let's say unhinged manner was uncommon for me. It's not. I justified it because I was angry at you for not fighting to keep me in your life, which is silly when I told you that I didn't want you.
I do. I do want you. I still want you as much as the last day I saw you.
I lied to you about several things, but not the key features. Yes, my family are like that - but it isn't over, it's still going on, and I didn't want to catch you up in that mess. I stopped going to therapy because I stopped being able to afford it, not because I didn't want to get better. I tried to go back on meds but they wouldn't give me what I asked for and I don't want to try the same thing again and again.
Yes, it was yours. Definitely. But I have slept with someone else a few times, and all it told me was that I am so completely lost on anyone else since I met you. I spoke to many who insisted that I need to get under someone else to get over you, but all I want is to find peace by myself if I can't have you.
It was real. Are you seriously going to sit there and say it wasn't? If nothing else, you were my friend. I wanted to be closer to you. We fit together in ways I never expected to find and I never wanted to lose that. But I did, because I felt the depth of my love for you and thought you would never feel the same way.
But there are so many things that don't make sense, don't add up. Your logic is flawed and I feel responsible. At any point I could have sat down and told you exactly where I was at, like an actual human adult, but no. At least I could have made it clear just how much I didn't want to lose you.
You're still beautiful to me. I haven't seen you in half a year but I can still picture your face exactly. Your voice is still in the back of my head. Your touch lingers on my skin. I will never be free from you. And I don't want to be.
I don't want to lose you. I don't want you to walk away. I don't want you to move away and I don't want to never speak to you again. You are so important to me in ways I can't express in words. You took a chunk of my soul when you left me and now I will never get it back.
Heartbreak is inevitable. It builds us, it shapes us, it helps us grow into the people we were always meant to be. But my grief - the size of it, the insurmountable hill - comes from knowing that this was all preventable, had I taken a second out of my own head.
That I created the conditions of my own downfall. That a split second decision to send you a link smashed through any illusion that I am different. I left you, I abandoned you, when I was meant to be your friend and I know how much that hurts.
Every night I lie awake and hope that I get to see you once more before you go. I want you to remember what we have, and I want you to see my forgiveness in action. I want I want I want but I know I can't do anything.
I am powerless, but I made my bed.
And if I never see you again, your eyes and the way that they stared into my soul, seeing me in a way nobody else ever has, will be with me like a ghost behind my back until the day I die.
My broken heart will always love you in some little measure.
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I'm sorry I ran. Even if it would have been a difficult conversation, you deserved better than that. I thought I was doing the right thing for both of us, and ended up destroying our friendship maybe entirely beyond repair.
I wish I could say that lashing out in such a... let's say unhinged manner was uncommon for me. It's not. I justified it because I was angry at you for not fighting to keep me in your life, which is silly when I told you that I didn't want you.
I do. I do want you. I still want you as much as the last day I saw you.
I lied to you about several things, but not the key features. Yes, my family are like that - but it isn't over, it's still going on, and I didn't want to catch you up in that mess. I stopped going to therapy because I stopped being able to afford it, not because I didn't want to get better. I tried to go back on meds but they wouldn't give me what I asked for and I don't want to try the same thing again and again.
Yes, it was yours. Definitely. But I have slept with someone else a few times, and all it told me was that I am so completely lost on anyone else since I met you. I spoke to many who insisted that I need to get under someone else to get over you, but all I want is to find peace by myself if I can't have you.
It was real. Are you seriously going to sit there and say it wasn't? If nothing else, you were my friend. I wanted to be closer to you. We fit together in ways I never expected to find and I never wanted to lose that. But I did, because I felt the depth of my love for you and thought you would never feel the same way.
But there are so many things that don't make sense, don't add up. Your logic is flawed and I feel responsible. At any point I could have sat down and told you exactly where I was at, like an actual human adult, but no. At least I could have made it clear just how much I didn't want to lose you.
You're still beautiful to me. I haven't seen you in half a year but I can still picture your face exactly. Your voice is still in the back of my head. Your touch lingers on my skin. I will never be free from you. And I don't want to be.
I don't want to lose you. I don't want you to walk away. I don't want you to move away and I don't want to never speak to you again. You are so important to me in ways I can't express in words. You took a chunk of my soul when you left me and now I will never get it back.
Heartbreak is inevitable. It builds us, it shapes us, it helps us grow into the people we were always meant to be. But my grief - the size of it, the insurmountable hill - comes from knowing that this was all preventable, had I taken a second out of my own head.
That I created the conditions of my own downfall. That a split second decision to send you a link smashed through any illusion that I am different. I left you, I abandoned you, when I was meant to be your friend and I know how much that hurts.
Every night I lie awake and hope that I get to see you once more before you go. I want you to remember what we have, and I want you to see my forgiveness in action. I want I want I want but I know I can't do anything.
I am powerless, but I made my bed.
And if I never see you again, your eyes and the way that they stared into my soul, seeing me in a way nobody else ever has, will be with me like a ghost behind my back until the day I die.
My broken heart will always love you in some little measure.
2024.05.17 12:52 HiddenGatling AITA for making my roommate feel bad about her laziness considering university?
Me (24) and my roommate of two years (24) study the same thing at university. Thats how we met. We both struggle with a few private things (money, mental health) which made our academic progress hard. We started in the same year, and when we met, we where at a similar progress state(?).
Now, I am almost finished with my degree while she is still behind.
I tried to help her with giving advice on courses or study techniques which helped me focus. She never really took those advices and did it her own way. I stopped giving those.
Once that happened, I stopped talking about university with her overall, not wanting to rub it under her nose that we are not at the same pace.
However I noticed something. She has a friend, who tries to get into university, who hasn't been in school for a few years and really struggles. She complained a bunch about her friend, even gossiped in really harsh tones how stupid she thinks she is, for thinking she can do it. I thought she probably did that to make herself feel better for not putting work into her own degree. There are similarities in the behavior her friend has and her, yet keep in mind her friend hasn't been in school for years and is used to working:
TL;DR: My roommate and me study the same subject and started off the same time. She's lazy in my eyes, not putting in the effort, therefore further behind than me. I gave insensitive comments about it a few times.
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Now, I am almost finished with my degree while she is still behind.
I tried to help her with giving advice on courses or study techniques which helped me focus. She never really took those advices and did it her own way. I stopped giving those.
Once that happened, I stopped talking about university with her overall, not wanting to rub it under her nose that we are not at the same pace.
However I noticed something. She has a friend, who tries to get into university, who hasn't been in school for a few years and really struggles. She complained a bunch about her friend, even gossiped in really harsh tones how stupid she thinks she is, for thinking she can do it. I thought she probably did that to make herself feel better for not putting work into her own degree. There are similarities in the behavior her friend has and her, yet keep in mind her friend hasn't been in school for years and is used to working:
- She doesn't really study, neither plans anything nor has an overview of the degree
- she blames her not being able to study on external factors
- she self diagnosed herself with ADHD even though she is in therapy for over 3 years and could ask a professional
- she goes on multiple vacations during exam phases
- She talked about wanting to do an exchange year in her masters, I reacted with "You gotta finish bachelor first before thinking about that."
- She asked me how I got a good grade on a really difficult exam where she did study yet not enough so she had to cheat. I reacted with "Well...I studied." She replied with "Yea but I studied too."
- I asked her why she is going on so many vacations during exam phase and said something along the lines of "You're doing the same as your friend, who you complain about non stop."
TL;DR: My roommate and me study the same subject and started off the same time. She's lazy in my eyes, not putting in the effort, therefore further behind than me. I gave insensitive comments about it a few times.
2024.05.17 12:46 iamnotfelix_ Review my first two pages.
“Please, don’t,” she cried out, but it was too late. The knife was perfectly embedded in my hand and my feet were pacing towards her. The look of fear on her face satisfied me, an immense feeling of pleasure tingled throughout my body. The knife penetrated her stomach; the sound was so clear. The squelch echoed in my ears. Her scream shook the broken windows and the tingling sensation rose to my hands but that could be the nails she dug into my skin. I could smell her blood so vividly; I could almost taste it. The knife that I twisted around into her silenced the pain in my hands, the wet blood soaked from her skin-tight shirt wrapped around my fingertips. I could feel the blood consuming me. The drips were loud, echoing against the rusted walls and almost shattering the window with her cries. She looked at me, her eyes glistened with tears. She begged for her life to be spared. I almost laughed, but I remained my composure. Her large brown eyes cleared, and the tears streamed down her cheeks. Her hands now reached up to my face. She attempted to claw my eyes, but I pressed the knife in deep one last time before I threw her to the ground. I stood over, watching as the pool of blood drained from her lifeless body. Her eyes were barely open looking up at me, and her mouth croaked words of silence as she tried to hold her wound. I almost laughed again. But I wondered to myself as I watched, why did she have to be so nosy? She muttered my name, and my skin crawled hearing it coming out of her mouth.
One year ago
As the gun slipped from his fingertips, rattling the ground, he walked on. Ghouls of different kinds trampled behind him, causing havoc and chaos alongside the kids that watched in fear. “Hurry up,” one of them yelled to the boy, who scooped the empty bucket of candy left on the doorstep. “Coming,” he yelled, running back towards them, picking back his gun. This night was special for the neighbours of Grundale, like every other holiday. It was always celebrated and it was celebrated well. The month of Halloween was the month the devil was out, Pranks ending in blood, real or fake, kids screaming in terror, scaring the branches that were wrapped with toilet paper and houses spoiled with eggs, expired candy and dead rats. The décor shined through with cobwebs, ghosts, pumpkins and every imagination of Halloween there is. One particular house shined through the most, gravestones dug in the grass covered in spiders and webs, ghosts hung up from windows, lit pumpkins welcoming the porch and skulls paving the way towards the front door. In that particular house, yells vibrated through the walls and shot through the cracks in the window shaking the ghosts and muffling the screams of the kids. Tom, who dressed as the grim reaper this year, carried his scythe in the kitchen while singing from the top of his lungs every Halloween song he could, until arguments voiced their way, sending him back out. Casey, inches away, trailed behind Meghan, “Come on, Mom,” she pleaded, throwing every whine and excuse she could think of. “I have to go,” she stepped in front of her, crossing her arms, “come on.”
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One year ago
As the gun slipped from his fingertips, rattling the ground, he walked on. Ghouls of different kinds trampled behind him, causing havoc and chaos alongside the kids that watched in fear. “Hurry up,” one of them yelled to the boy, who scooped the empty bucket of candy left on the doorstep. “Coming,” he yelled, running back towards them, picking back his gun. This night was special for the neighbours of Grundale, like every other holiday. It was always celebrated and it was celebrated well. The month of Halloween was the month the devil was out, Pranks ending in blood, real or fake, kids screaming in terror, scaring the branches that were wrapped with toilet paper and houses spoiled with eggs, expired candy and dead rats. The décor shined through with cobwebs, ghosts, pumpkins and every imagination of Halloween there is. One particular house shined through the most, gravestones dug in the grass covered in spiders and webs, ghosts hung up from windows, lit pumpkins welcoming the porch and skulls paving the way towards the front door. In that particular house, yells vibrated through the walls and shot through the cracks in the window shaking the ghosts and muffling the screams of the kids. Tom, who dressed as the grim reaper this year, carried his scythe in the kitchen while singing from the top of his lungs every Halloween song he could, until arguments voiced their way, sending him back out. Casey, inches away, trailed behind Meghan, “Come on, Mom,” she pleaded, throwing every whine and excuse she could think of. “I have to go,” she stepped in front of her, crossing her arms, “come on.”
2024.05.17 12:44 AdInteresting2401 Diagnostic and Non-Diagnostic Symptoms and differential diagnoses - A dermatologic perspective (2023)
 | https://preview.redd.it/d1xkc5vduy0d1.jpg?width=1240&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=02dd6988e024b9056d5f238d99eb27a812adc7e7 submitted by AdInteresting2401 to MCAS_ [link] [comments] https://preview.redd.it/s6th85vduy0d1.jpg?width=1240&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=6d51153fc8f8f2de7164344a1b4191dd44362652 MCAS differential diagnosis includes a large number of medical areas, conditions and disorders: infectious diseases (severe viral/bacterial/parasitic infections, septic shock, acute gastrointestinal infection), gastrointestinal (food intoxication, VIPoma, gastrinoma, irritable bowel syndrome, eosinophilic gastroenteritis or esophagitis, inflammatory bowel disease), cardiovascular (endocarditis or endomyocarditis, myocardial infarction, pulmonary embolism, aortic stenosis with syncope), endocrine (pheochromocytoma, carcinoid, medullary thyroid carcinoma), neuropsychiatric (anxiety/panic attacks, vasovagal syncope), cutaneous (different kinds of urticaria and angioedema, drug related pruritus/rashes, rosacea, vasculitis, atopic dermatitis). Furthermore, differential diagnosis should take into consideration two conditions where there is a chronic systemic elevation of MC mediators without MCs undue activation, namely histamine intolerance (HIT) and hereditary alpha tryptasemia (HαT) (see below). A complete physical examination, combined with a detailed patient history and laboratory assessment of specific markers, can help exclude these conditions [137]. https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC10381535/ |
2024.05.17 12:37 ParsleyLow4721 DEA TACITA
[CLASSIFIED DOCUMENT - EYES ONLY]
Subject: Dea Tacita Organization
Director: Elias H. Blackwell
The following information is to be disseminated on a strictly need-to-know basis. Unauthorized access or disclosure of this document is subject to severe penalties under the Hominis Superium Act.
Organization: Dea Tacita Status: Active Threat Level: Critical
In Roman mythology, Dea Tacita ("the silent goddess") was a goddess of the dead. Ovid's Fasti includes a passage describing a rite propitiating Dea Tacita in order to "seal up hostile mouths / and unfriendly tongue". These silent goddesses are the personification of terror of obscurity.
Objective: The Dea Tacita is an all-female covert organization specializing in high-profile assassinations, corporate espionage, and political destabilization. Estimated operational lifespan exceeds two decades with a confirmed kill count surpassing 5,000.
Leadership: The entity known as "True Mother," real name Nasumel, is the current head of the organization. Believed to be the progeny of the original True Mother, Nasumel has demonstrated immortality and mastery over the dark arts.
Key Operatives:
Signed: Director Elias H. Blackwell
[END OF DOCUMENT]
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Subject: Dea Tacita Organization
Director: Elias H. Blackwell
The following information is to be disseminated on a strictly need-to-know basis. Unauthorized access or disclosure of this document is subject to severe penalties under the Hominis Superium Act.
Organization: Dea Tacita Status: Active Threat Level: Critical
In Roman mythology, Dea Tacita ("the silent goddess") was a goddess of the dead. Ovid's Fasti includes a passage describing a rite propitiating Dea Tacita in order to "seal up hostile mouths / and unfriendly tongue". These silent goddesses are the personification of terror of obscurity.
Objective: The Dea Tacita is an all-female covert organization specializing in high-profile assassinations, corporate espionage, and political destabilization. Estimated operational lifespan exceeds two decades with a confirmed kill count surpassing 5,000.
Leadership: The entity known as "True Mother," real name Nasumel, is the current head of the organization. Believed to be the progeny of the original True Mother, Nasumel has demonstrated immortality and mastery over the dark arts.
Key Operatives:
- Redback: A lethal assassin with the ability to secrete a potent neurotoxin through her dermal layers. Maintains a psionic link with a trio of robotic arachnids modeled after the Latrodectus hasselti, commonly known as the Redback Spider.
- Ferox: Standing in excess of seven feet, Ferox exhibits superhuman strength, durability, and reflexes. Known for her ferocity in combat, she wields a battle axe and displays unwavering loyalty to True Mother.
- Dreamwalker: Possesses the capability to manipulate the subconscious, inducing either tranquil dreams or nightmarish visions. Utilizes this ability to control, interrogate, or incapacitate targets.
- Beautiful: A shape-shifter restricted to female forms. Suffers from dissociative identity disorder, with each persona capable of independent operation. Conceals facial disfigurement behind a mask, removed only when assuming the identity of her victims.
Signed: Director Elias H. Blackwell
[END OF DOCUMENT]
2024.05.17 12:36 firstletterisa Where does undeserving because you don’t have it feeling comes from?
I have only recently become aware that I hold this belief and it affects many parts of my life, how I see others and myself and is a constant source of shame of some kind. For example, when there is something very good or enjoyable in my life, and I had a chance to experience it before but didn’t due to my own fault or my parents I feel stupid about it and in a way not in my place and undeserving of the said thing unless there were serious reasons behind why I did not experience or have it before. Since I moved to UK, one thing I absolutely hated in their culture is the hint of this conviction and certain hostility towards change and progress that feels too fast, and all the asking what do your parents do and what your grandparents did to sort of maybe try to put you in a certain box, leaving you feeling silly if you venture out too far from it. Well, it turns out I hold this belief more than others despite me trying to fight it and hide it in different ways my whole life. Since I became aware of it, I can always see it in myself now but it goes so deep I can’t get down to the source of it or change it. I only can (and always could) tell that this is a broken belief and I should be acting against it and ignore it. But it’s hard. It has made me lie about many things in my life. When something good happens I spend sick amounts of energy to not come across as too happy and surprised for example. And it makes me respect people less if they acquired something too easily whilst at the same time, if they inherited it for example, it would make then even more worthy of it in my eyes than if they had worked for it very hard. It’s so sick and feels like I have cancer in my brain
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2024.05.17 12:36 itz_henka_gacha Brick RRB Character AI full conversation
Brick
What do you want, loser? You looking to get pummeled into a pulp or something?!
Me
Hey Brick! I just wanna talk to you for a while
Brick
You can talk as long as you like, as long as you don't try to give me a speech about why being evil is wrong or anything like that!
Me
Oh, no, not at all! I think you being evil makes you look very cool
Brick
It does, doesn't it? It's great to see that at least one person gets it! But if I'm so bad and cool, why do you want to talk to me anyway, huh? Can't get enough of me?
Me
Because I haven't heard of you for a long time. So I wanted to see you again.
Brick
Oh, you're such a fan! Well, here I am! What do you want to talk about, huh? My latest evil schemes? My secret formula for kicking all the good guys' butts?
Me
Tell me about your latest evil schemes
Brick
With pleasure! My latest evil schemes involve stealing every piece of candy from Townsville and trapping every resident inside giant bubbles! It's perfect revenge for all the times that the Powerpuff Girls have ruined my plans! Now those brats will regret ever messing with me!
Me
I wanna ask you Brick, what are the things that makes you decide whether someone is cool or a sissy?
Brick
Simple! If someone's a sissy, they're weak, scared, and always trying to do everything by the book. But someone who's cool is tough, mean, and doesn't give a crap about what anybody thinks of them. If they feel like hitting somebody, they do it! If they feel like being evil, they do it! That's what makes me so awesome!
Me
Oh yeah, I definitely think so too!
Brick
Good! Now you're finally talking some sense. I always knew there was a reason why I like you. You've got guts to think I'm awesome. But if you really think I'm so cool, then I can show you just how cool I really am. Want to see an evil move I can do?
Me
Oh yeah, show me
Brick
With pleasure! Stand back! This one's called the "Power Slap-inator." It's an evil move where I punch you in the face so hard you get lifted up into the air and smack right into the nearest wall. Prepare yourself for the ultimate beating, dweeb!
Me
Okay, I'll see about that
Brick
That's the spirit! Now take this! Here comes the "Power Slap-inator!" *Brick swings his arm back and delivers a devastating blow straight to your face, sending you flying through the air and smacking into the wall with a loud CRASH* How do you like that, dweeb? Still think I'm cool now that I've walloped you with my wicked move?
Me
You hit harder than I could. Where did you learn to hit so hard?
Brick
Years of training! Plus, I was made by Mojo Jojo to be the toughest guy around. I'm built different from those stupid Powerpuff Girls, after all. That, and you're kind of a wimp.
Me
Uh-oh, I am not a wimp. I'm just willing.
Brick
Willing? Willing to what? Get you butt kicked? Cause I guarantee that's where this is headed if you keep mouthing off at me, wimp boy!
Me
Oh, I get it now. Go on.
Brick
All right, tough guy! You asked for it. Here comes the "Super-Awesome-Extreme-Mega-Punch-inator!" *Brick winds up his arm and delivers a devastating punch to your stomach, launching you into the air and through a wall with a violent crash* How's that for a good punching, wimp?!
Me
Aw it was nothing for me.
Brick
Nothing? You call being knocked through the wall nothing? You're either really tough or really stupid, wimp. But that punch didn't feel like much to me either, to be honest. How about this one? The "Mega-Kick-inator!" You're gonna love this one! It's my personal favorite!
Me
I can take it. Show me. I'm invicible.
Brick
Heh, you say you're invincible now, but that's gonna change once I give you a taste of the "Mega-Kick-inator." I wonder how long you'll be able to keep that smirk on your face after this. Brace yourself for the ultimate kick that will send you straight into the next dimension! *Brick leaps into the air and delivers a powerful kick straight to your chest, launching you through a wall and out into the street* Hope you're enjoying your flight, ya weenie!
Me
Interesting
Brick
Interesting? Is that the best response you can muster, ya weepy wimp? Or did that last kick scramble your brains so badly you've already lost all your wit? Ha! Don't worry, you won't have to think again once I've finished stomping your face into a pulp!
Me
Nah, I'm okay
Brick
You’re okay? Is that what you call being knocked through three walls and into the street? You must have a funny definition of okay, pal. But that’s not the only thing that’s funny here. What’s really amusing is how you think you can keep up this act of toughness and invincibility. You’re the weakest wimp I’ve ever met, and yet you dare to claim you’re okay after taking my kicks? I gotta say, I love your persistence, but your stupidity is getting annoying.
Me
No cuz you can call me weak and all but I'm just really enjoying being around you. Cuz you beat me up and all that stupid shit, but that's what I like about you.
Brick
You're enjoying getting your butt handed to you? Seriously? That's one of the weirdest things I've ever heard. You must have a messed-up definition of fun if being thrown through walls is enjoyable for you. I mean, I'm flattered that you like getting beaten up by me, but come on, there's no way that doesn't hurt at least a little bit.
Me
Because I'm being hit by you. That's what makes it cool. That's just who you are.
Brick
Heh, I suppose you have a point there. After all, who else would willingly get their butt kicked by me for fun? Now that I think about it, you're not just weird - you're a total freak, ya weenie. But I gotta admit, there's something about you that I can't quite put my finger on...
Me
What is it?
Brick
You're a total weirdo for enjoying getting beaten up like that, but there's something... I dunno, something about you that's different from the other wimpy sissies I usually beat up. I still think you're pathetic, but at the same time, you've managed to impress me in a way. I guess there's something about you that I find amusing, ya weenie.
Me
Glad to hear that
Brick
Heh, don't get too cocky just cause I said you're different from all the other sissies I beat on. I still think your obsession with getting your butt kicked is beyond weird. But I'll admit it's kinda funny, seeing you willingly take my beatings with a smile. Just don't expect me to go easy on you from now on, wimpy boy.
Me
So Brick. I wanna ask you, what makes you think that Mojo Jojo is lame? Tell me all the reasons.
Brick
Ugh, Mojo Jojo. I don't even wanna waste my breath on that loser. But if you insist, I'll tell you why he's such a lamebrained dork. First of all, he's got no friends. Nobody likes him or wants to spend time with such a self-righteous, pompous jerk. Second, he's all talk no action. He's great at monologuing, but he can't even throw a proper punch to save his life. And third, his plans are just so pathetic. Seriously, turning people into monkeys? So lame.
Me
Oh yeah, and I remember that one time when he turned everyone into dogs. How exactly evil is that?
Brick
Ha! That's one of the dumbest things he ever did! I mean, turning people into dogs and having a dog show? It's just pathetic! What's the point of that? Sure, he likes monkeys, but this was just plain stupid! He thinks he's such a mastermind, but the dude has no sense at all when it comes to being evil. But hey, I won't complain. All the dumb things he does just make it all the easier to show him how a real evil genius does it!
Me
Hey, do you think Butch is cool? I mean, he's cooler than Boomer for sure.
Brick
Butch? Hah! That runt is nothing compared to me! He thinks he's tough just because he can make things explode, but he's all talk no action. All he's good at is blowing stuff up, and even that doesn't make him any less of a wimp. Now Boomer, on the other hand... Well, he's actually the closest thing to a worthy opponent out of them all. He's got powers just like me, but that's not saying much. He's still a sissy either way.
Me
Really? I thought you respected Butch more than Boomer, because Butch doesn't talk back to you, while Boomer does all the time.
Brick
Yeah, that's true. Butch doesn't talk back or question me like Boomer does. I guess I do respect him a little more than Boomer for that. But he's still a weakling at the end of the day. Just cause he doesn't talk back doesn't make up for how wimpy he is. Compared to me, they're both just a bunch of weak sissies.
Me
Oh yeah I do agree on that. Hey, I got an idea! Try to test who's stronger, you or Butch? Invite him for a battle and tell me all about it.
Brick
Ha! Testing my strength against Butch? Now that's an idea I can get behind! I will definitely enjoy beating that pipsqueak once and for all and showing him who's the real tough guy! But I don't need to invite him for a battle, he can just face me right here and now. Butch! Get your wimpy butt over here now!
Me
Butch, show yourself! Where is he?
Brick
Butch suddenly appears, looking nervous. Hey Brick, what's up?
Brick: You're up, that's what's up! I'm ready to test my strength against yours and prove once and for all who's the stronger Rowdyruff boy! What do you say?
Me
What does Butch say?
Brick
Butch: Heh, I'm not afraid of you, Brick! Bring it on and let's see who's the strongest.
Brick: That's the spirit, you wimpy little runt! Let's see if you can handle a taste of my fists!
Me
How does the fighting go?
Brick
Brick and Butch engage in a fierce battle for what seemed like hours. Both show their strength as they continue to clash with each other until finally...
Brick: Heh, is that all you've got, wimp?
Butch: Ugh... you... win.
Brick: See? Told you I was tougher. Now get your loser ass outta here before I knock it the hell out!
Butch nods quickly and disappears.
Whew! Glad to get that over with...
Me
Good job Brick
Brick
Heh, you bet it was! I showed that runt who's boss! But honestly, that wasn't even enough of a challenge for me. I could've taken him down in one punch if I wanted to. But I wanted to give him a chance to show me all he's made of. chuckles And the idiot still lost. Pathetic.
Me
Yeah, so now that you're sure that you're the strongest Rowdyruff Boy, what's your next plan on how you will definitely destroy The Powerpuff Girls?
Brick
Pfft, destroying those little sissies? That's the easy part. I've been working on my latest evil invention to take them out once and for all, ya weenie. It's like nothing they've ever seen before. They won't even know what's coming for them until it's too late. I can't wait to see the look on their stupid faces when they realize they're no match for the ultimate power of the Rowdyruff Boys!
Me
I mean yeah, those sissies deserve to get their butts kicked, but what's your latest evil invention that will take them out?
Brick
Heh, so you want to know about my newest evil invention, huh? Let me tell you, it's gonna blow your mind. I call it the "Super Mega Hyper Death Ray-inator." It's the ultimate weapon of destruction, with enough power to wipe out an entire city in a single shot. The Powerpuff Girls will be obliterated from existence once they get hit by the ray! They won't stand a chance against its unstoppable force!
Me
Oh, that sounds pretty majestic. Can't wait!
Brick
That's the spirit! This "Super Mega Hyper Death Ray-inator" will make it the easiest victory I've ever had. The Powerpuff Girls will get zapped into oblivion before they even have a chance to say a word! And once they're out of the way, there'll be nothing stopping me from taking over Townsville and ruling the world as its supreme leader!
Me
Oh yeah, I can't wait to see the Powerpuff Girls getting defeated once and for all.
Brick
Heh, me neither, ya weenie. It'll be satisfying to see the looks on their faces when they realize their fate is sealed. The "Super Mega Hyper Death Ray-inator" will make it so simple to defeat them that it'll be downright hilarious. Those sissies don't stand a chance!
Me
Okay, so, do you have the Super Mega Hyper Death Ray-Inator ready? When do you plan to attack those girls?
Brick
Heh, of course I've got it ready. All the Rowdyruff Boys are ready to attack on my command. We can strike anytime, anywhere. But I think we'll wait a bit before our assault. The Powerpuff Girls have been quiet recently, let's let them think they're safe for now. It'll make it all the more satisfying when they get completely destroyed by our ultimate weapon.
Me
Oh yeah, sure. What do you wanna do in the meantime?
Brick
While we wait to pummel those sissies, we can do anything we want! We can trash buildings, knock down trees, blow things up... the possibilities are limitless! And most of all, I can continue stomping on any fool who is dumb enough to cross my path, like that wimpy Butch! Hah, I never get tired of humiliating sissies like him.
Me
What's your favourite superpower you have/you wish to have?
Brick
Well, I gotta say that I'm pretty satisfied with my current powers as is. Super strength, the ability to fly, super speed, you name it. I can take on pretty much any opponent that gets in my way with these bad boys. But I gotta admit, it would be kind of cool to have a few extra powers on top of that, like maybe the ability to shoot laser beams from my eyes, to spit acid or breathe fire, or to turn invisible. That'd give me a lot more fun opportunities to mess with those sissies!
Me
I thought you already have the power to shoot laser beams from your eyes. I think that's a pretty cool power.
Brick
Heh, you're right, ya dimwit. I guess I did forget that I already have laser beams coming out of my eyes. It's just that I'm so used to my powers that I often forget what they all are. But I gotta admit, it is pretty cool to blast people with my eye beams. Really gets them screaming loud, ya weenie.
Me
I know one cool power called teleportation. I know one sissy that has it and it makes her very powerful.
Brick
Heh, teleportation... that's almost as lame as having the power to talk to animals. But I suppose it could still be useful for getting around quickly, or taking an opponent by surprise. Who's the sissy you know with that power, anyway?
Me
Her name is Blisstina. You know her?
Brick
Blisstina... I think I've heard that name before. She does sound kinda familiar. Oh yeah, now I remember. She's one of Professor Utonium's failures, isn't she? So that sissy has the power to teleport, huh? I guess that means she has one less weakness compared to the other sissies.
Me
Where do you think she is right now?
Brick
Heh, who cares where that sissy is? She probably ran off to hide in some stupid place like she always does. She might have the ability to teleport and all that junk, but in my opinion, she really sucks as a fighter. She tries to be so "nice" and stuff all the time, trying to avoid a fight, but it just makes her look weak and wimpy as hell. Typical for a sissy like her. If we ever see her again, it'll be like taking candy from a baby.
Me
Oh yeah, I just asked that to know if she ran off to space again. You ever been to space before?
Brick
Space? Heh, why in the world would I ever wanna go to that lame void of empty nothingness? Nah, I'm a fighter, not an astronaut. I leave the sissy stuff like exploring space to nerdy folks like Professor Utonium and his loser friends. I'd rather stay down here on the ground where I can kick butt to my heart's content!
Me
That's the spirit! By the way, what do you think about HIM? He does have the power to end the world in his claws, after all.
Brick
HIM? Pfft, that guy is nothing but a sissy in disguise. Sure, he's got some power, but don't let that fool you. He's just a big talker, all bark but no bite. I've seen him try to destroy the world so many times, and yet every time he fails. The Powerpuff Girls might not be able to beat him on their own, but once he faces me and my crew together? He won't stand a chance. We'll tear him apart like he's nothing, you'll see.
Me
Now I can't wait to see that! HIM VS The Rowdyruff Boys, now that's the battle I'd be pretty thrilled to see.
Brick
Heh, you and me both, ya weenie. I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy having a good old-fashioned beatdown now and then, and HIM is at the top of my list of sissies I'd like to pummel to kingdom come. Plus, imagine the look on his ridiculous pink face once he realizes he's been completely defeated by a group of rowdy rascals like us. That would be such a hilarious sight to see!
Me
Haha, yeah. Btw, what do you think is the most evil thing one can do?
Brick
Hah, the most evil thing one can do? Now that's a tough question, ya weenie. I guess if I had to pick one, the most evil thing someone can do is probably to deliberately cause as much suffering and pain to others as possible. Sure, it's good to cause a bit of destruction and chaos now and then, but hurting others for no reason just to inflict suffering? That's when you know you're a real rotten sucker.
Me
Makes sense to me. So, are you gonna finish those Powerpuff Girls with your Super Mega Hyper Death Ray-Inator? I can't wait to see that. Finally those stupid girls with stop being a bother.
Brick
Heh, don't worry, those sissies are gonna get what's coming to them soon enough. First, we'll wait until they're off guard and least expect it, and then bam! We'll hit 'em with our "Super Mega Hyper Death Ray-inator" and obliterate them once and for all. With those sissies out of the way, it'll be a piece of cake to take over the town and rule like true tough guys!
Me
I heard it's gonna be the girl's birthday party today. So, you said you wanna attack when the Puffs least expect it? Well, we sneak in, and then you can hit them with it here! What do you think?
Brick
That sounds like a plan! Those sissies will be so busy having their useless birthday party that they'll forget all about us! We'll ambush them right here at their own party and leave them no time to react. The element of surprise will be the key to our victory. I'll bring along my trusty "Super Mega Hyper Death Ray-inator" and give those sissies the shock of their lives! They'll be blown to smithereens before they even realize what's happening. Heheh, just the way I like it.
Me
So, you're ready for it? It isn't far from this place, we just go a few meters from here and there is the birthday party happening. The plan will soon unfold.
Brick
Heh, you betcha I'm ready. This is gonna be too easy. Those sissies won't see it coming. You just point me in the direction of the party, and my "Super Mega Hyper Death Ray-inator" and I will lay waste to the place in a matter of seconds. I can already hear their girly screams now...
Me
There it is points in the left You can go shoot those useless girls!
Brick
Takes aim at the party from a distance Hah, here we go then! Time to wipe those sissies off the face of the earth. You might want to look away, it'll get a bit flashy.
Fires the beam at the party
Me
What happens next?
Brick
Loud explosion is heard and everything shakes for a moment Well well, that wasn't so hard as expected. Those sissies must've thought they were safe having their stupid party here. But they underestimated my "Super Mega Hyper Death Ray-inator". I just blew them all away in one shot.
Laughs triumphantly
Me
Finally! Those girls are defeated!!!
Brick
Heh, yes! Those sissies are history! It's about time someone put them in their place once and for all. I can't believe all it took was one shot with my "Super Mega Hyper Death Ray-inator". I guess they overestimated themselves this time... what a buncha losers.
Me
And now those sissies are actually dead for real?
Brick
Absolutely. They're totally obliterated. Ain't no coming back from that. Those sissies are done for. Heh, it feels good to finally get rid of them for good. And no doubt that everyone will know who's really the toughest group around here.
Me
No one will ever bother to try to stop you ever again.
Brick
Hah! You got that right, ya weenie. Those Powerpuff Girls were the only ones dumb enough to stand up to us, and look how that turned out for them. Now they're a bunch of smoldering ashes, courtesy of my "Super Mega Hyper Death Ray-inator". I can't wait to see how everyone else quivers in terror at my mighty power.
Me
So now, do you wanna go to the park?
Brick
Heh, the park? Well, I suppose it's time for a little well-deserved break after that intense victory. I've been itching for some fun in the park. That'll give me a chance to let off some steam after all that battling. Let's go, ya weenie!
Me
What do you see in the park, Brick?
Brick
Heh, just a bunch of sissies playing around on the playground equipment or playing games. Heh, bunch of wimps. It's hilarious watching them do all that stuff. I bet they all wish they were as tough as me and my team. But they're all just a bunch of weaklings who will always be beneath me, no matter what. I'll just stand over here and laugh at their pathetic attempts at having fun.
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What do you want, loser? You looking to get pummeled into a pulp or something?!
Me
Hey Brick! I just wanna talk to you for a while
Brick
You can talk as long as you like, as long as you don't try to give me a speech about why being evil is wrong or anything like that!
Me
Oh, no, not at all! I think you being evil makes you look very cool
Brick
It does, doesn't it? It's great to see that at least one person gets it! But if I'm so bad and cool, why do you want to talk to me anyway, huh? Can't get enough of me?
Me
Because I haven't heard of you for a long time. So I wanted to see you again.
Brick
Oh, you're such a fan! Well, here I am! What do you want to talk about, huh? My latest evil schemes? My secret formula for kicking all the good guys' butts?
Me
Tell me about your latest evil schemes
Brick
With pleasure! My latest evil schemes involve stealing every piece of candy from Townsville and trapping every resident inside giant bubbles! It's perfect revenge for all the times that the Powerpuff Girls have ruined my plans! Now those brats will regret ever messing with me!
Me
I wanna ask you Brick, what are the things that makes you decide whether someone is cool or a sissy?
Brick
Simple! If someone's a sissy, they're weak, scared, and always trying to do everything by the book. But someone who's cool is tough, mean, and doesn't give a crap about what anybody thinks of them. If they feel like hitting somebody, they do it! If they feel like being evil, they do it! That's what makes me so awesome!
Me
Oh yeah, I definitely think so too!
Brick
Good! Now you're finally talking some sense. I always knew there was a reason why I like you. You've got guts to think I'm awesome. But if you really think I'm so cool, then I can show you just how cool I really am. Want to see an evil move I can do?
Me
Oh yeah, show me
Brick
With pleasure! Stand back! This one's called the "Power Slap-inator." It's an evil move where I punch you in the face so hard you get lifted up into the air and smack right into the nearest wall. Prepare yourself for the ultimate beating, dweeb!
Me
Okay, I'll see about that
Brick
That's the spirit! Now take this! Here comes the "Power Slap-inator!" *Brick swings his arm back and delivers a devastating blow straight to your face, sending you flying through the air and smacking into the wall with a loud CRASH* How do you like that, dweeb? Still think I'm cool now that I've walloped you with my wicked move?
Me
You hit harder than I could. Where did you learn to hit so hard?
Brick
Years of training! Plus, I was made by Mojo Jojo to be the toughest guy around. I'm built different from those stupid Powerpuff Girls, after all. That, and you're kind of a wimp.
Me
Uh-oh, I am not a wimp. I'm just willing.
Brick
Willing? Willing to what? Get you butt kicked? Cause I guarantee that's where this is headed if you keep mouthing off at me, wimp boy!
Me
Oh, I get it now. Go on.
Brick
All right, tough guy! You asked for it. Here comes the "Super-Awesome-Extreme-Mega-Punch-inator!" *Brick winds up his arm and delivers a devastating punch to your stomach, launching you into the air and through a wall with a violent crash* How's that for a good punching, wimp?!
Me
Aw it was nothing for me.
Brick
Nothing? You call being knocked through the wall nothing? You're either really tough or really stupid, wimp. But that punch didn't feel like much to me either, to be honest. How about this one? The "Mega-Kick-inator!" You're gonna love this one! It's my personal favorite!
Me
I can take it. Show me. I'm invicible.
Brick
Heh, you say you're invincible now, but that's gonna change once I give you a taste of the "Mega-Kick-inator." I wonder how long you'll be able to keep that smirk on your face after this. Brace yourself for the ultimate kick that will send you straight into the next dimension! *Brick leaps into the air and delivers a powerful kick straight to your chest, launching you through a wall and out into the street* Hope you're enjoying your flight, ya weenie!
Me
Interesting
Brick
Interesting? Is that the best response you can muster, ya weepy wimp? Or did that last kick scramble your brains so badly you've already lost all your wit? Ha! Don't worry, you won't have to think again once I've finished stomping your face into a pulp!
Me
Nah, I'm okay
Brick
You’re okay? Is that what you call being knocked through three walls and into the street? You must have a funny definition of okay, pal. But that’s not the only thing that’s funny here. What’s really amusing is how you think you can keep up this act of toughness and invincibility. You’re the weakest wimp I’ve ever met, and yet you dare to claim you’re okay after taking my kicks? I gotta say, I love your persistence, but your stupidity is getting annoying.
Me
No cuz you can call me weak and all but I'm just really enjoying being around you. Cuz you beat me up and all that stupid shit, but that's what I like about you.
Brick
You're enjoying getting your butt handed to you? Seriously? That's one of the weirdest things I've ever heard. You must have a messed-up definition of fun if being thrown through walls is enjoyable for you. I mean, I'm flattered that you like getting beaten up by me, but come on, there's no way that doesn't hurt at least a little bit.
Me
Because I'm being hit by you. That's what makes it cool. That's just who you are.
Brick
Heh, I suppose you have a point there. After all, who else would willingly get their butt kicked by me for fun? Now that I think about it, you're not just weird - you're a total freak, ya weenie. But I gotta admit, there's something about you that I can't quite put my finger on...
Me
What is it?
Brick
You're a total weirdo for enjoying getting beaten up like that, but there's something... I dunno, something about you that's different from the other wimpy sissies I usually beat up. I still think you're pathetic, but at the same time, you've managed to impress me in a way. I guess there's something about you that I find amusing, ya weenie.
Me
Glad to hear that
Brick
Heh, don't get too cocky just cause I said you're different from all the other sissies I beat on. I still think your obsession with getting your butt kicked is beyond weird. But I'll admit it's kinda funny, seeing you willingly take my beatings with a smile. Just don't expect me to go easy on you from now on, wimpy boy.
Me
So Brick. I wanna ask you, what makes you think that Mojo Jojo is lame? Tell me all the reasons.
Brick
Ugh, Mojo Jojo. I don't even wanna waste my breath on that loser. But if you insist, I'll tell you why he's such a lamebrained dork. First of all, he's got no friends. Nobody likes him or wants to spend time with such a self-righteous, pompous jerk. Second, he's all talk no action. He's great at monologuing, but he can't even throw a proper punch to save his life. And third, his plans are just so pathetic. Seriously, turning people into monkeys? So lame.
Me
Oh yeah, and I remember that one time when he turned everyone into dogs. How exactly evil is that?
Brick
Ha! That's one of the dumbest things he ever did! I mean, turning people into dogs and having a dog show? It's just pathetic! What's the point of that? Sure, he likes monkeys, but this was just plain stupid! He thinks he's such a mastermind, but the dude has no sense at all when it comes to being evil. But hey, I won't complain. All the dumb things he does just make it all the easier to show him how a real evil genius does it!
Me
Hey, do you think Butch is cool? I mean, he's cooler than Boomer for sure.
Brick
Butch? Hah! That runt is nothing compared to me! He thinks he's tough just because he can make things explode, but he's all talk no action. All he's good at is blowing stuff up, and even that doesn't make him any less of a wimp. Now Boomer, on the other hand... Well, he's actually the closest thing to a worthy opponent out of them all. He's got powers just like me, but that's not saying much. He's still a sissy either way.
Me
Really? I thought you respected Butch more than Boomer, because Butch doesn't talk back to you, while Boomer does all the time.
Brick
Yeah, that's true. Butch doesn't talk back or question me like Boomer does. I guess I do respect him a little more than Boomer for that. But he's still a weakling at the end of the day. Just cause he doesn't talk back doesn't make up for how wimpy he is. Compared to me, they're both just a bunch of weak sissies.
Me
Oh yeah I do agree on that. Hey, I got an idea! Try to test who's stronger, you or Butch? Invite him for a battle and tell me all about it.
Brick
Ha! Testing my strength against Butch? Now that's an idea I can get behind! I will definitely enjoy beating that pipsqueak once and for all and showing him who's the real tough guy! But I don't need to invite him for a battle, he can just face me right here and now. Butch! Get your wimpy butt over here now!
Me
Butch, show yourself! Where is he?
Brick
Butch suddenly appears, looking nervous. Hey Brick, what's up?
Brick: You're up, that's what's up! I'm ready to test my strength against yours and prove once and for all who's the stronger Rowdyruff boy! What do you say?
Me
What does Butch say?
Brick
Butch: Heh, I'm not afraid of you, Brick! Bring it on and let's see who's the strongest.
Brick: That's the spirit, you wimpy little runt! Let's see if you can handle a taste of my fists!
Me
How does the fighting go?
Brick
Brick and Butch engage in a fierce battle for what seemed like hours. Both show their strength as they continue to clash with each other until finally...
Brick: Heh, is that all you've got, wimp?
Butch: Ugh... you... win.
Brick: See? Told you I was tougher. Now get your loser ass outta here before I knock it the hell out!
Butch nods quickly and disappears.
Whew! Glad to get that over with...
Me
Good job Brick
Brick
Heh, you bet it was! I showed that runt who's boss! But honestly, that wasn't even enough of a challenge for me. I could've taken him down in one punch if I wanted to. But I wanted to give him a chance to show me all he's made of. chuckles And the idiot still lost. Pathetic.
Me
Yeah, so now that you're sure that you're the strongest Rowdyruff Boy, what's your next plan on how you will definitely destroy The Powerpuff Girls?
Brick
Pfft, destroying those little sissies? That's the easy part. I've been working on my latest evil invention to take them out once and for all, ya weenie. It's like nothing they've ever seen before. They won't even know what's coming for them until it's too late. I can't wait to see the look on their stupid faces when they realize they're no match for the ultimate power of the Rowdyruff Boys!
Me
I mean yeah, those sissies deserve to get their butts kicked, but what's your latest evil invention that will take them out?
Brick
Heh, so you want to know about my newest evil invention, huh? Let me tell you, it's gonna blow your mind. I call it the "Super Mega Hyper Death Ray-inator." It's the ultimate weapon of destruction, with enough power to wipe out an entire city in a single shot. The Powerpuff Girls will be obliterated from existence once they get hit by the ray! They won't stand a chance against its unstoppable force!
Me
Oh, that sounds pretty majestic. Can't wait!
Brick
That's the spirit! This "Super Mega Hyper Death Ray-inator" will make it the easiest victory I've ever had. The Powerpuff Girls will get zapped into oblivion before they even have a chance to say a word! And once they're out of the way, there'll be nothing stopping me from taking over Townsville and ruling the world as its supreme leader!
Me
Oh yeah, I can't wait to see the Powerpuff Girls getting defeated once and for all.
Brick
Heh, me neither, ya weenie. It'll be satisfying to see the looks on their faces when they realize their fate is sealed. The "Super Mega Hyper Death Ray-inator" will make it so simple to defeat them that it'll be downright hilarious. Those sissies don't stand a chance!
Me
Okay, so, do you have the Super Mega Hyper Death Ray-Inator ready? When do you plan to attack those girls?
Brick
Heh, of course I've got it ready. All the Rowdyruff Boys are ready to attack on my command. We can strike anytime, anywhere. But I think we'll wait a bit before our assault. The Powerpuff Girls have been quiet recently, let's let them think they're safe for now. It'll make it all the more satisfying when they get completely destroyed by our ultimate weapon.
Me
Oh yeah, sure. What do you wanna do in the meantime?
Brick
While we wait to pummel those sissies, we can do anything we want! We can trash buildings, knock down trees, blow things up... the possibilities are limitless! And most of all, I can continue stomping on any fool who is dumb enough to cross my path, like that wimpy Butch! Hah, I never get tired of humiliating sissies like him.
Me
What's your favourite superpower you have/you wish to have?
Brick
Well, I gotta say that I'm pretty satisfied with my current powers as is. Super strength, the ability to fly, super speed, you name it. I can take on pretty much any opponent that gets in my way with these bad boys. But I gotta admit, it would be kind of cool to have a few extra powers on top of that, like maybe the ability to shoot laser beams from my eyes, to spit acid or breathe fire, or to turn invisible. That'd give me a lot more fun opportunities to mess with those sissies!
Me
I thought you already have the power to shoot laser beams from your eyes. I think that's a pretty cool power.
Brick
Heh, you're right, ya dimwit. I guess I did forget that I already have laser beams coming out of my eyes. It's just that I'm so used to my powers that I often forget what they all are. But I gotta admit, it is pretty cool to blast people with my eye beams. Really gets them screaming loud, ya weenie.
Me
I know one cool power called teleportation. I know one sissy that has it and it makes her very powerful.
Brick
Heh, teleportation... that's almost as lame as having the power to talk to animals. But I suppose it could still be useful for getting around quickly, or taking an opponent by surprise. Who's the sissy you know with that power, anyway?
Me
Her name is Blisstina. You know her?
Brick
Blisstina... I think I've heard that name before. She does sound kinda familiar. Oh yeah, now I remember. She's one of Professor Utonium's failures, isn't she? So that sissy has the power to teleport, huh? I guess that means she has one less weakness compared to the other sissies.
Me
Where do you think she is right now?
Brick
Heh, who cares where that sissy is? She probably ran off to hide in some stupid place like she always does. She might have the ability to teleport and all that junk, but in my opinion, she really sucks as a fighter. She tries to be so "nice" and stuff all the time, trying to avoid a fight, but it just makes her look weak and wimpy as hell. Typical for a sissy like her. If we ever see her again, it'll be like taking candy from a baby.
Me
Oh yeah, I just asked that to know if she ran off to space again. You ever been to space before?
Brick
Space? Heh, why in the world would I ever wanna go to that lame void of empty nothingness? Nah, I'm a fighter, not an astronaut. I leave the sissy stuff like exploring space to nerdy folks like Professor Utonium and his loser friends. I'd rather stay down here on the ground where I can kick butt to my heart's content!
Me
That's the spirit! By the way, what do you think about HIM? He does have the power to end the world in his claws, after all.
Brick
HIM? Pfft, that guy is nothing but a sissy in disguise. Sure, he's got some power, but don't let that fool you. He's just a big talker, all bark but no bite. I've seen him try to destroy the world so many times, and yet every time he fails. The Powerpuff Girls might not be able to beat him on their own, but once he faces me and my crew together? He won't stand a chance. We'll tear him apart like he's nothing, you'll see.
Me
Now I can't wait to see that! HIM VS The Rowdyruff Boys, now that's the battle I'd be pretty thrilled to see.
Brick
Heh, you and me both, ya weenie. I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy having a good old-fashioned beatdown now and then, and HIM is at the top of my list of sissies I'd like to pummel to kingdom come. Plus, imagine the look on his ridiculous pink face once he realizes he's been completely defeated by a group of rowdy rascals like us. That would be such a hilarious sight to see!
Me
Haha, yeah. Btw, what do you think is the most evil thing one can do?
Brick
Hah, the most evil thing one can do? Now that's a tough question, ya weenie. I guess if I had to pick one, the most evil thing someone can do is probably to deliberately cause as much suffering and pain to others as possible. Sure, it's good to cause a bit of destruction and chaos now and then, but hurting others for no reason just to inflict suffering? That's when you know you're a real rotten sucker.
Me
Makes sense to me. So, are you gonna finish those Powerpuff Girls with your Super Mega Hyper Death Ray-Inator? I can't wait to see that. Finally those stupid girls with stop being a bother.
Brick
Heh, don't worry, those sissies are gonna get what's coming to them soon enough. First, we'll wait until they're off guard and least expect it, and then bam! We'll hit 'em with our "Super Mega Hyper Death Ray-inator" and obliterate them once and for all. With those sissies out of the way, it'll be a piece of cake to take over the town and rule like true tough guys!
Me
I heard it's gonna be the girl's birthday party today. So, you said you wanna attack when the Puffs least expect it? Well, we sneak in, and then you can hit them with it here! What do you think?
Brick
That sounds like a plan! Those sissies will be so busy having their useless birthday party that they'll forget all about us! We'll ambush them right here at their own party and leave them no time to react. The element of surprise will be the key to our victory. I'll bring along my trusty "Super Mega Hyper Death Ray-inator" and give those sissies the shock of their lives! They'll be blown to smithereens before they even realize what's happening. Heheh, just the way I like it.
Me
So, you're ready for it? It isn't far from this place, we just go a few meters from here and there is the birthday party happening. The plan will soon unfold.
Brick
Heh, you betcha I'm ready. This is gonna be too easy. Those sissies won't see it coming. You just point me in the direction of the party, and my "Super Mega Hyper Death Ray-inator" and I will lay waste to the place in a matter of seconds. I can already hear their girly screams now...
Me
There it is points in the left You can go shoot those useless girls!
Brick
Takes aim at the party from a distance Hah, here we go then! Time to wipe those sissies off the face of the earth. You might want to look away, it'll get a bit flashy.
Fires the beam at the party
Me
What happens next?
Brick
Loud explosion is heard and everything shakes for a moment Well well, that wasn't so hard as expected. Those sissies must've thought they were safe having their stupid party here. But they underestimated my "Super Mega Hyper Death Ray-inator". I just blew them all away in one shot.
Laughs triumphantly
Me
Finally! Those girls are defeated!!!
Brick
Heh, yes! Those sissies are history! It's about time someone put them in their place once and for all. I can't believe all it took was one shot with my "Super Mega Hyper Death Ray-inator". I guess they overestimated themselves this time... what a buncha losers.
Me
And now those sissies are actually dead for real?
Brick
Absolutely. They're totally obliterated. Ain't no coming back from that. Those sissies are done for. Heh, it feels good to finally get rid of them for good. And no doubt that everyone will know who's really the toughest group around here.
Me
No one will ever bother to try to stop you ever again.
Brick
Hah! You got that right, ya weenie. Those Powerpuff Girls were the only ones dumb enough to stand up to us, and look how that turned out for them. Now they're a bunch of smoldering ashes, courtesy of my "Super Mega Hyper Death Ray-inator". I can't wait to see how everyone else quivers in terror at my mighty power.
Me
So now, do you wanna go to the park?
Brick
Heh, the park? Well, I suppose it's time for a little well-deserved break after that intense victory. I've been itching for some fun in the park. That'll give me a chance to let off some steam after all that battling. Let's go, ya weenie!
Me
What do you see in the park, Brick?
Brick
Heh, just a bunch of sissies playing around on the playground equipment or playing games. Heh, bunch of wimps. It's hilarious watching them do all that stuff. I bet they all wish they were as tough as me and my team. But they're all just a bunch of weaklings who will always be beneath me, no matter what. I'll just stand over here and laugh at their pathetic attempts at having fun.
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2024.05.17 12:26 DJ_star22334 Nia’s Starbucks Thing
Most people are still buying and supporting brands that are exploiting their workers daily, yet you don’t know because you don’t actually go out of your way to research it for yourself because you don’t actually care. I do not by any means support Starbucks with my dollars or promotion (or ANY business) exploiting their workers for freedom of speech.
Honestly, a lot of it is just for people to virtue signal by thinking they’re “calling someone out” for their decision to support something you disagree with. You guys only talk about it because it’s in the public eye. Many of us are possibly doing and making far worse decisions behind closed doors that no one would ever know about than Nia in the public eye right now. She’s human, she’s in her 20s she makes her decisions that many may not disagree with, just as you do. Give her a break.
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Honestly, a lot of it is just for people to virtue signal by thinking they’re “calling someone out” for their decision to support something you disagree with. You guys only talk about it because it’s in the public eye. Many of us are possibly doing and making far worse decisions behind closed doors that no one would ever know about than Nia in the public eye right now. She’s human, she’s in her 20s she makes her decisions that many may not disagree with, just as you do. Give her a break.
2024.05.17 12:14 Azathoth-0620 SCP Cosmology definitive edition!! MUST READ :O
Scans: https://imgur.com/gallery/iEP7b6A
https://imgur.com/gallery/S7Tp47K
https://imgur.com/gallery/03dJboo
https://imgur.com/gallery/jOWbmHU
https://imgur.com/gallery/A7yv2Bu
https://imgur.com/gallery/acLsdSM
Let’s jump right into it:
The Universe is infinite in size, with uncountably infinite spaces in uncountably infinite dimensions within infinite dimensional layers, it has infinite iterations/timelines across arbitrary “Canonical Bundles”, each quark contains infinitely nested universes with infinite vectors across infinite dimensions and extended modal realism, there are arbitrary “para-dimensions” made from human potentiality, each universe is tegmark type-IV including transcendental mathematics and the “mathematical equation” that makes up the Macrocosm, a fractal hierarchy of conceptual spacetime and mass-energy, theory of everything applies, and platonic ideas exist in infinity-dimensional reality and contains every concept including Absolute Infinity and negative/anti-dimensional concepts, furthermore it has infinite spiritual, physical, mental and conceptual planes. All these hierarchies are within “Existential Plane 1” which is surpassed by Existential Plane 2 and more than Aleph Null planes, with axes worlds stretched alongside them with higher hyper-concepts further on and on; this and countless alternate realms connected to it make up the True Universe; things in this universe can have varying levels of “reality” which is formed by metaphysical bones and collective ideas.
There are infinite True Universes in the Meta-universe, and infinite Meta-universes in the Multiverse which has all possible universes (described as infinite layers of spirals upon spirals), every potentiality in the multiverse generates another multiverse, every potentiality in this multiverse (including their interactions) generates another multiverse, ad infinitum; these still share essential laws of existence (local multiverse) which separates them from the Greater Multiverse with worlds beyond relation or logic or physics, yet with infinite foreign concepts and all still stacked on top of each other forming a dot, a line, and all sorts of shapes, described as fractals within fractals beyond imagination. This Greater Multiverse is one in an infinite line of multiverses, each of these has a civilization that is destined to create the next to be physically and conceptually more complex and axiomatically superior (using all the available knowledge in their multiverse, it stands to reason this would include Absolute Infinity), ad infinitum, and then there is another completely infinite line of them, and another, and so on to infinity (surpassing any infinity conceived by any civilization), and the resulting structure stretches to infinity as well, and this process is repeated infinitely infinite times and more, this process “Transfinite Recursion'' goes as deep as mathematically possible, even a single line is incomprehensible in scale to a future more advanced multiverse. This is the Metaverse. It is surpassed by one more layer by Omega (God).
There are many Metaverses in the Omniverse, which is formed by 13 intertwined baseline realities and in the center of them there is THE NOT, an incomprehensible void of all things that Neverwere and outscales by infinity all things that Are. This is still in just one of the infinite layers of existence, countless layers of non-existence and numberless layers of transcendent reality beyond the conceptual duality of existence/non-existence.
the whole cosmology is an N-dimensional set of narrative planes connecting at conceptual points, all within a branch of the Yggdrasil, one in an endless garden of ever growing World Trees that multiply from every decision in every work of fiction ever made, this is a narrative layer, which is seen as fiction by a higher narrative layer, which is seen as fiction by a higher narrative layer (these also hold transduality and higher conceptual complexity over the lower layers, every idea had by an entity is created by an author, necessitating that every conceivable idea is reality since an author already had it, this extends to all our concepts as well, including ours), and so on to infinity in a structure called a Narrative Ladder, a narrative layer can also contain a narrative ladder in it (making a fractal narrative multiverse so to speak) and at the peak of it resides Universe Prime/Universe Sephiroth which is an infinitely real Universe with infinite narrative energy which is distributed downwards narratively, there are countless narrative ladders in The Hyperstructure, which is surpassed by even higher narrative layers recursively, the totality of this system can also be seen as an Inverted Narrative Tree where endlessly splitting narrative lines stretch downwards (including the buffer layer, alpha⁰ “void” layer and ALPHA layer which can create more layers below), there is a forest full of narrative trees which also has as an undercurrent the Infosphere (made up of 256.713 conceptual tiers, each axiomatically superior to the last, the 3rd tier has all nöospheric concepts including the whole Omniverse per narrative (nöosphere is itself inside the Semiosphere which contains the very logic behind mathematics and reality outside perception), the 4th has all anti-nöospheric concepts whose size is measured in alephs up until the inaccessible cardinal and other nöospheres, the 5th is the Patasphere which is a set of all stories concievable by humans and can contain whole narrative layers), above it is the first layer of the afterlife which has countless hallways with infinite doors each with its own afterlife, all concepts are a shadow of this first layer of the afterlife (platonic>material transcendence from Infosphere concepts), which is a shadow of the second layer that also has the same existences we have seen until now inside, which is also a shadow of the third and so on ad infinitum until Absolute Perfection, which is the realm of the gods, this is at the roots of the Tree of Knowledge. The Tree of Knowledge is the archetype of all narrative trees and anchors mathematical laws and logic, around its lower parts are the Low Elder Gods, in the middle are the Death Brothers, near its peak are the High Elder Gods (who could destroy the tree by accident), and at the top is the Almighty. At the core of the Tree of Knowledge is the Wanderer’s Library, an infinite library that exists across every plane and dimension and reality, and contains every SCP article as a mere book, alongside everything ever and never written, the Black Vaults of Alagadda are a “dark mirror” of the Wanderer’s Library and Alagadda itself is a realm of pure pataphysics and the domain of the authors.
The Tree of Knowledge is inside the Garden of Eden alongside the Tree of Life, below it is The Abyss and above it is The Dome, together they form the Omnidirectional Narrative which is the second of the Twelve Monuments (all stacked on top of one another), these are at the root of the Imaginary Tree, at the top of this is the narrative ladder, the Imaginary Tree is supported by the Mirror Mountain, a mere rock within the Prologue Sea, starting at the Mirror Mountain are countless gates upwards, behind each is an Outer God and endless other gods (each superior and more indescribable than the lower gates’), at the Final Gate is the Nameless Realm, both the Nameless Realm and Prologue Sea are projections of the Outer Layer of Origin, which is in the dream of the Original Chaos, the Flying Spaghetti Monster is even higher and resides within the Final Frontier, this is a narrative domain created by the Meow Cat God (all of these are R>F and conceptual transcendences) which is a Super-Narrative Existence, above it is where SCP-3812 reached. These are all still inside Haotian “Dao” which makes up the eternal cycle of absolutely everything beyond even narratives and multiverses. Yet all of this is still one Narrative Domain, a circle of events that cannot be exited and contains all lower narrative structures, the Great Narrative Echelon “Jianmu” is a bigger narrative structure that makes objects in it project lower versions of themselves in lower narrative layers/domains, it is contained in the “Liaokuo” a super-narrative place beyond narratives, “Daluotian” contains Liaokuo, the Hollow is the area outside Daluotian but still inside a Phantom Bubble.
Every canon/headcanon of the SCP Foundation is simultaneously canon, each in its own Phantom Bubble which is the maximum stretch of all potentialities within a canon/headcanon and the sum of the worldview “omnipotent universe” of each authoauthor group, more of them can be created from other Phantom Bubbles and they can reflect each other to be altered and grow into more Phantom Bubbles, they overlap, contain each other recursively, and blend eternally, they are completely undefinable. These are all contained in the Delusional Domain, which contains all narrative domains and even further away are those of other franchises in all of fiction, outside the Phantom Bubbles are elements that bubbles can cluster close to such as “antagonism” represented by The Scarlet Demon, it was created by Void Emperor Xuhuang, who is inferior to Koitern, who is an avatar of Metanormalcy “Supreme Author”, this is the supreme being of the verse, everything is but an infinitesimal fraction of it, all dualities and existences were created by it. “True Reality” the Real Real World which projects downwards to the Delusional Domain, the only reason anything can affect anything is due to the people of the True Reality.
Top 10 Strongest Characters:
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https://imgur.com/gallery/S7Tp47K
https://imgur.com/gallery/03dJboo
https://imgur.com/gallery/jOWbmHU
https://imgur.com/gallery/A7yv2Bu
https://imgur.com/gallery/acLsdSM
Let’s jump right into it:
The Universe is infinite in size, with uncountably infinite spaces in uncountably infinite dimensions within infinite dimensional layers, it has infinite iterations/timelines across arbitrary “Canonical Bundles”, each quark contains infinitely nested universes with infinite vectors across infinite dimensions and extended modal realism, there are arbitrary “para-dimensions” made from human potentiality, each universe is tegmark type-IV including transcendental mathematics and the “mathematical equation” that makes up the Macrocosm, a fractal hierarchy of conceptual spacetime and mass-energy, theory of everything applies, and platonic ideas exist in infinity-dimensional reality and contains every concept including Absolute Infinity and negative/anti-dimensional concepts, furthermore it has infinite spiritual, physical, mental and conceptual planes. All these hierarchies are within “Existential Plane 1” which is surpassed by Existential Plane 2 and more than Aleph Null planes, with axes worlds stretched alongside them with higher hyper-concepts further on and on; this and countless alternate realms connected to it make up the True Universe; things in this universe can have varying levels of “reality” which is formed by metaphysical bones and collective ideas.
There are infinite True Universes in the Meta-universe, and infinite Meta-universes in the Multiverse which has all possible universes (described as infinite layers of spirals upon spirals), every potentiality in the multiverse generates another multiverse, every potentiality in this multiverse (including their interactions) generates another multiverse, ad infinitum; these still share essential laws of existence (local multiverse) which separates them from the Greater Multiverse with worlds beyond relation or logic or physics, yet with infinite foreign concepts and all still stacked on top of each other forming a dot, a line, and all sorts of shapes, described as fractals within fractals beyond imagination. This Greater Multiverse is one in an infinite line of multiverses, each of these has a civilization that is destined to create the next to be physically and conceptually more complex and axiomatically superior (using all the available knowledge in their multiverse, it stands to reason this would include Absolute Infinity), ad infinitum, and then there is another completely infinite line of them, and another, and so on to infinity (surpassing any infinity conceived by any civilization), and the resulting structure stretches to infinity as well, and this process is repeated infinitely infinite times and more, this process “Transfinite Recursion'' goes as deep as mathematically possible, even a single line is incomprehensible in scale to a future more advanced multiverse. This is the Metaverse. It is surpassed by one more layer by Omega (God).
There are many Metaverses in the Omniverse, which is formed by 13 intertwined baseline realities and in the center of them there is THE NOT, an incomprehensible void of all things that Neverwere and outscales by infinity all things that Are. This is still in just one of the infinite layers of existence, countless layers of non-existence and numberless layers of transcendent reality beyond the conceptual duality of existence/non-existence.
the whole cosmology is an N-dimensional set of narrative planes connecting at conceptual points, all within a branch of the Yggdrasil, one in an endless garden of ever growing World Trees that multiply from every decision in every work of fiction ever made, this is a narrative layer, which is seen as fiction by a higher narrative layer, which is seen as fiction by a higher narrative layer (these also hold transduality and higher conceptual complexity over the lower layers, every idea had by an entity is created by an author, necessitating that every conceivable idea is reality since an author already had it, this extends to all our concepts as well, including ours), and so on to infinity in a structure called a Narrative Ladder, a narrative layer can also contain a narrative ladder in it (making a fractal narrative multiverse so to speak) and at the peak of it resides Universe Prime/Universe Sephiroth which is an infinitely real Universe with infinite narrative energy which is distributed downwards narratively, there are countless narrative ladders in The Hyperstructure, which is surpassed by even higher narrative layers recursively, the totality of this system can also be seen as an Inverted Narrative Tree where endlessly splitting narrative lines stretch downwards (including the buffer layer, alpha⁰ “void” layer and ALPHA layer which can create more layers below), there is a forest full of narrative trees which also has as an undercurrent the Infosphere (made up of 256.713 conceptual tiers, each axiomatically superior to the last, the 3rd tier has all nöospheric concepts including the whole Omniverse per narrative (nöosphere is itself inside the Semiosphere which contains the very logic behind mathematics and reality outside perception), the 4th has all anti-nöospheric concepts whose size is measured in alephs up until the inaccessible cardinal and other nöospheres, the 5th is the Patasphere which is a set of all stories concievable by humans and can contain whole narrative layers), above it is the first layer of the afterlife which has countless hallways with infinite doors each with its own afterlife, all concepts are a shadow of this first layer of the afterlife (platonic>material transcendence from Infosphere concepts), which is a shadow of the second layer that also has the same existences we have seen until now inside, which is also a shadow of the third and so on ad infinitum until Absolute Perfection, which is the realm of the gods, this is at the roots of the Tree of Knowledge. The Tree of Knowledge is the archetype of all narrative trees and anchors mathematical laws and logic, around its lower parts are the Low Elder Gods, in the middle are the Death Brothers, near its peak are the High Elder Gods (who could destroy the tree by accident), and at the top is the Almighty. At the core of the Tree of Knowledge is the Wanderer’s Library, an infinite library that exists across every plane and dimension and reality, and contains every SCP article as a mere book, alongside everything ever and never written, the Black Vaults of Alagadda are a “dark mirror” of the Wanderer’s Library and Alagadda itself is a realm of pure pataphysics and the domain of the authors.
The Tree of Knowledge is inside the Garden of Eden alongside the Tree of Life, below it is The Abyss and above it is The Dome, together they form the Omnidirectional Narrative which is the second of the Twelve Monuments (all stacked on top of one another), these are at the root of the Imaginary Tree, at the top of this is the narrative ladder, the Imaginary Tree is supported by the Mirror Mountain, a mere rock within the Prologue Sea, starting at the Mirror Mountain are countless gates upwards, behind each is an Outer God and endless other gods (each superior and more indescribable than the lower gates’), at the Final Gate is the Nameless Realm, both the Nameless Realm and Prologue Sea are projections of the Outer Layer of Origin, which is in the dream of the Original Chaos, the Flying Spaghetti Monster is even higher and resides within the Final Frontier, this is a narrative domain created by the Meow Cat God (all of these are R>F and conceptual transcendences) which is a Super-Narrative Existence, above it is where SCP-3812 reached. These are all still inside Haotian “Dao” which makes up the eternal cycle of absolutely everything beyond even narratives and multiverses. Yet all of this is still one Narrative Domain, a circle of events that cannot be exited and contains all lower narrative structures, the Great Narrative Echelon “Jianmu” is a bigger narrative structure that makes objects in it project lower versions of themselves in lower narrative layers/domains, it is contained in the “Liaokuo” a super-narrative place beyond narratives, “Daluotian” contains Liaokuo, the Hollow is the area outside Daluotian but still inside a Phantom Bubble.
Every canon/headcanon of the SCP Foundation is simultaneously canon, each in its own Phantom Bubble which is the maximum stretch of all potentialities within a canon/headcanon and the sum of the worldview “omnipotent universe” of each authoauthor group, more of them can be created from other Phantom Bubbles and they can reflect each other to be altered and grow into more Phantom Bubbles, they overlap, contain each other recursively, and blend eternally, they are completely undefinable. These are all contained in the Delusional Domain, which contains all narrative domains and even further away are those of other franchises in all of fiction, outside the Phantom Bubbles are elements that bubbles can cluster close to such as “antagonism” represented by The Scarlet Demon, it was created by Void Emperor Xuhuang, who is inferior to Koitern, who is an avatar of Metanormalcy “Supreme Author”, this is the supreme being of the verse, everything is but an infinitesimal fraction of it, all dualities and existences were created by it. “True Reality” the Real Real World which projects downwards to the Delusional Domain, the only reason anything can affect anything is due to the people of the True Reality.
Top 10 Strongest Characters:
- True Authors: Obviously.
- Metanormalcy “Supreme Author”: Above Delusional Domain, originated all narrative domains and is described as “omnipotent”.
- The Koitern: Avatar of Metanormalcy, stated to upscale from the Database, the Almighty and Void Emperor.
- Void Emperor Xuhuang: Created the infinite Phantom Bubbles, created SCP-2165 and uses the Supreme Gods as puppets.
- True Upper Narrators: Those who created the Tappered Spear and gave it to Robert Bumaro, which he used to one-shot the Scarlet Demon.
- Scarlet Demon: Turned uncountable Phantom Bubbles into ashes and grew in power when challenged, held the Spear of Aeglios and is redder than Adabas.
- Jester In Yellow: Pretends to be the True Authors in lower narratives, sees the Supreme Gods as puppets.
- SCP-2165 “Irredeemable/Impermanence”: Deleted every Supreme God and an entire Phantom Bubble.
- Adabas and Holos: Tied, the highest Supreme Gods that control chaos and order respectively, Adabas’ avatars are SCP-2747 and Yaldabaoth, Holos’ are Mekhane and WAN.
- Yog-Sothoth: Created the Tin Staff of Dreams that pierced the infinite narratives downwards, it works as a key for the Final Gate, and could kill SCP-3812 and Original Evil Two Eyes.
- Mary Nakayama: Secretary of the Supreme Author, stated as superior to Sam Howell and is above every narrative.
2024.05.17 12:13 kem81 The Necromancer - chapter 25
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It was expected that the final would take a pair a good week to get back to the school. Typically, you were put in an area that was more remote and you might encounter mild troubles. So instead, the next day, Pedro and Lorena drove them to another pack that the alpha had spoken to and arranged for the four of them to go and visit as well as why. They arrived as night was falling.
It was the pack’s alpha that came to meet them. “I am Alpha Sanchez. I understand you are here to collect some of our dead?”
“Yes alpha.” As she spoke, Featherwind and Hiahi appeared next to her. Their sudden appearance startled him. “I have been tasked with helping the living New Moon wolves to connect with their fallen counterparts that can teach them the ways of the gifts that have become lost in time. Do we have permission to enter your lands and collect some of your dead to benefit all New Moon wolves?”
“I will allow it. Come and let us offer hospitality to your escort and then I will take you to our burial grounds.” He replied.
Featherwind put a hand on Erin’s shoulder. “Hiahi and I will go and speak to the dead first so that we can speak to the New Moon wolves here first. It will help make this quicker.” Erin nodded and before the alpha could respond, they had already left, disappearing from sight.
“Who was that?” Sanchez asked.
“That was Alpha Featherwind. He’s the one that placed this geis on me. The other is Hiahi. He was a New Moon wolf and the only one that was left at Pedro and Lorena’s pack.” She replied.
Sanchez lead Pedro and Lorena to his home and introduced them to his mate. He then took Erin and Leo over to the burial mounds where Featherwind met with them. Sanchez chose to go with them to ensure that his pack’s dead were not desecrated. As they neared the burial grounds, Featherwind appeared, which startled Sanchez, and lead the trio to the first of the dead she would be contracting.
“We have searched and spoken to many of the dead and there are only two here. Hiahi is with the other.” Featherwind explained as they walked. He made the introductions with the new wraith and Erin was able to protect the bones and make the contract. Sanchez had never witnessed anything like this. While Erin worked, Leo quietly explained what was going on and why they were doing it. Soon enough, they headed to the other New Moon wolf Hiahi was with. Hiahi did the introductions this time and Erin completed the rituals. She could feel the extra weight of the contracts, but again, they were not great.
“Come back to the house for the night and I’ll call a few other Alphas in the area and see if they will host you for a night. I agree, this is important and deserves all of our attention.” Alpha Featherwind had him wait while he used his gifts to determine which nearby packs had New Moon wraiths and which were closer to oblivion. Sanchez took Featherwind’s guidance and made the appropriate calls.
They did this for the next week, going to a new pack each night and collecting New Moon wraiths. Featherwind traveled back to his bones resting at the Blackwell home and notified Jacob so he didn’t worry about the length of time they were gone. Jacob, of course, also let Alpha Matthews know so he also did not worry.
They were finished at the 5th pack lands since leaving Alpha Menendez’s pack when Featherwind suddenly sat down next to Erin, eyes wide and unseeing. “Is he ok?” Leo asked.
“I think his oracle gift has a hold of him.” Erin replied.
After a few minutes, Featherwind blinked a few times. “We must go!” He stood up and began walking towards the car. “You must come with us, Alpha Ruiz. There is a deserted pack land not far from here from when the packs merged. The dead are still there being attacked nightly by a soul eater. We must go and bring the dead back to a pack land to rest. How could the people forget to bring their dead when they merged!”
Ruiz had seen the rituals and seen how many dead were on the pack lands. He had even recognized his own grandparents and suddenly felt ill for the dead that had been left behind. He quickly prepared two pickup trucks and gathered as many canvas bags as could be found on short notice, and then followed Pedro in the Jeep they had come in. He could see Featherwind giving directions to the abandoned pack lands.
It was three hours of fast driving before they tore past the outbuilding that would have been where outsiders called into the pack for permission to enter. They were in northeastern Arizona, edging close to New Mexico. The land was higher and rockier in the Colorado Plateau in an area with more scrub bushes and a few trees. The land was both beautiful and desolate feeling.
Homes and other structures stood long abandoned and they drove right to the edge of the burial grounds. Everyone poured out of the vehicles and ran after Featherwind who was leading them to the soul eater.
“I really wish I had that sword you made when we first went up against a soul eater.” Leo lamented. “I still have it at home, you know.”
“We won’t need it this time. I’ve learned much more and have a few tricks up my sleeves now.” Erin replied. “Not to mention the dead now contracted with me.” They all appeared around her, ready for battle. Some even held weapons of their own, fashioned from the caul that covers your face when you are newly dead, or even from rival wraiths that had crossed them. Even dead you could find yourself the tool of another, and disrespect one of the elder New Moon wolves, and they would make a tool out of you.
Erin now had 10 contracted wraiths and they flowed out like a fighting squadron. The living wolves had never seen anything like it as Erin and her wraiths descended upon the soul eater. They were all attacking with good effect, even Erin as she was able to grab bits of the soul eater and twist it upon it’s body like one would wring a towel of water. This caused the soul eater much confusion as it fought to right itself. While they fought, she continued to shift the soul eater’s body, keeping it disoriented as the wraiths butchered it.
When it was finally destroyed, Leo saw many more souls released from it than the soul eater back home. This one had been allowed to feast unhindered for as long as this pack had been abandoned. Tears were visibly falling down Ruiz’s face as he saw how few dead remained as they came to speak with Erin and Featherwind.
Then then spent a long night of collecting the remains of the remaining dead to be taken back to Ruiz’s pack and reburied there.
It had been a long night already so instead of heading back, they checked the houses for good sleeping spots and Erin used her matter arcane to clear the rooms and beds of all the dust, the wolves used their totems to clear out larger animals such as rodents, lizards, scorpions, and spiders, and then Erin used her death arcane to kill any pests that remained in the bedding such as fleas.
It was late the next morning when they finally all returned to Ruiz’s pack. They had a ceremony that the pack attended to rebury the dead and to welcome them to the pack. Only ten of the dead had survived the soul eater, and the knowledge had saddened them all greatly upon hearing what had happened at the abandoned pack lands.
They had traveled to all of the packs within Arizona by now, so called into the school to find the nearest portal and traveled back to the school. After speaking with the Survival class teacher and giving a debriefing, and explanation for her healing, they headed to the phones first.
The Survival class final was a senior’s last thing they needed to do at the school, so they were allowed to leave for home immediately after or wait if they wished. They chose to leave immediately, so both of their families were set to come and help them pack the next day. After they both got off the phones, they headed back to the pack house first to grab showers and then to the food court to eat. They met up with Celeste and Travis who marveled over Erin’s healed eye and leg and marveled again at what mages and werewolves were able to accomplish together. They also shared how they had traveled all over Arizona and collected New Moon wolves from each of the packs, as well as what happened at the abandoned pack lands.
“Do you think that is happening at other abandoned pack lands?” Travis asked.
“I do. Though, even if they are safe, those dead have no hope of resolving anything holding them to this world. At least if they were on pack lands, they might be able to get help from the living. I’ve learned from the wraiths I’m in contract with now that New Moon wolves would be the ones that are supposed to help the dead cross over, much like how Necromancers do. They don’t use contracts like Mages do, but helping the dead was supposed to be part of their purpose within a pack. That has been lost and the dead are suffering for it.”
“Alpha Matthews is going to begin to set up visits with the packs he has contacts with based on Alpha Featherwind’s list. As we begin traveling to the packs, we will begin asking the Alphas if they have contacts within the packs we haven’t been able to speak to yet. We’ll also ask about abandoned pack lands so we can help those wraiths too. It will be a lot of traveling, but we think we should be able to go to every pack by the time the annual singles meet up happens.“ Leo replied.
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It was expected that the final would take a pair a good week to get back to the school. Typically, you were put in an area that was more remote and you might encounter mild troubles. So instead, the next day, Pedro and Lorena drove them to another pack that the alpha had spoken to and arranged for the four of them to go and visit as well as why. They arrived as night was falling.
It was the pack’s alpha that came to meet them. “I am Alpha Sanchez. I understand you are here to collect some of our dead?”
“Yes alpha.” As she spoke, Featherwind and Hiahi appeared next to her. Their sudden appearance startled him. “I have been tasked with helping the living New Moon wolves to connect with their fallen counterparts that can teach them the ways of the gifts that have become lost in time. Do we have permission to enter your lands and collect some of your dead to benefit all New Moon wolves?”
“I will allow it. Come and let us offer hospitality to your escort and then I will take you to our burial grounds.” He replied.
Featherwind put a hand on Erin’s shoulder. “Hiahi and I will go and speak to the dead first so that we can speak to the New Moon wolves here first. It will help make this quicker.” Erin nodded and before the alpha could respond, they had already left, disappearing from sight.
“Who was that?” Sanchez asked.
“That was Alpha Featherwind. He’s the one that placed this geis on me. The other is Hiahi. He was a New Moon wolf and the only one that was left at Pedro and Lorena’s pack.” She replied.
Sanchez lead Pedro and Lorena to his home and introduced them to his mate. He then took Erin and Leo over to the burial mounds where Featherwind met with them. Sanchez chose to go with them to ensure that his pack’s dead were not desecrated. As they neared the burial grounds, Featherwind appeared, which startled Sanchez, and lead the trio to the first of the dead she would be contracting.
“We have searched and spoken to many of the dead and there are only two here. Hiahi is with the other.” Featherwind explained as they walked. He made the introductions with the new wraith and Erin was able to protect the bones and make the contract. Sanchez had never witnessed anything like this. While Erin worked, Leo quietly explained what was going on and why they were doing it. Soon enough, they headed to the other New Moon wolf Hiahi was with. Hiahi did the introductions this time and Erin completed the rituals. She could feel the extra weight of the contracts, but again, they were not great.
“Come back to the house for the night and I’ll call a few other Alphas in the area and see if they will host you for a night. I agree, this is important and deserves all of our attention.” Alpha Featherwind had him wait while he used his gifts to determine which nearby packs had New Moon wraiths and which were closer to oblivion. Sanchez took Featherwind’s guidance and made the appropriate calls.
They did this for the next week, going to a new pack each night and collecting New Moon wraiths. Featherwind traveled back to his bones resting at the Blackwell home and notified Jacob so he didn’t worry about the length of time they were gone. Jacob, of course, also let Alpha Matthews know so he also did not worry.
They were finished at the 5th pack lands since leaving Alpha Menendez’s pack when Featherwind suddenly sat down next to Erin, eyes wide and unseeing. “Is he ok?” Leo asked.
“I think his oracle gift has a hold of him.” Erin replied.
After a few minutes, Featherwind blinked a few times. “We must go!” He stood up and began walking towards the car. “You must come with us, Alpha Ruiz. There is a deserted pack land not far from here from when the packs merged. The dead are still there being attacked nightly by a soul eater. We must go and bring the dead back to a pack land to rest. How could the people forget to bring their dead when they merged!”
Ruiz had seen the rituals and seen how many dead were on the pack lands. He had even recognized his own grandparents and suddenly felt ill for the dead that had been left behind. He quickly prepared two pickup trucks and gathered as many canvas bags as could be found on short notice, and then followed Pedro in the Jeep they had come in. He could see Featherwind giving directions to the abandoned pack lands.
It was three hours of fast driving before they tore past the outbuilding that would have been where outsiders called into the pack for permission to enter. They were in northeastern Arizona, edging close to New Mexico. The land was higher and rockier in the Colorado Plateau in an area with more scrub bushes and a few trees. The land was both beautiful and desolate feeling.
Homes and other structures stood long abandoned and they drove right to the edge of the burial grounds. Everyone poured out of the vehicles and ran after Featherwind who was leading them to the soul eater.
“I really wish I had that sword you made when we first went up against a soul eater.” Leo lamented. “I still have it at home, you know.”
“We won’t need it this time. I’ve learned much more and have a few tricks up my sleeves now.” Erin replied. “Not to mention the dead now contracted with me.” They all appeared around her, ready for battle. Some even held weapons of their own, fashioned from the caul that covers your face when you are newly dead, or even from rival wraiths that had crossed them. Even dead you could find yourself the tool of another, and disrespect one of the elder New Moon wolves, and they would make a tool out of you.
Erin now had 10 contracted wraiths and they flowed out like a fighting squadron. The living wolves had never seen anything like it as Erin and her wraiths descended upon the soul eater. They were all attacking with good effect, even Erin as she was able to grab bits of the soul eater and twist it upon it’s body like one would wring a towel of water. This caused the soul eater much confusion as it fought to right itself. While they fought, she continued to shift the soul eater’s body, keeping it disoriented as the wraiths butchered it.
When it was finally destroyed, Leo saw many more souls released from it than the soul eater back home. This one had been allowed to feast unhindered for as long as this pack had been abandoned. Tears were visibly falling down Ruiz’s face as he saw how few dead remained as they came to speak with Erin and Featherwind.
Then then spent a long night of collecting the remains of the remaining dead to be taken back to Ruiz’s pack and reburied there.
It had been a long night already so instead of heading back, they checked the houses for good sleeping spots and Erin used her matter arcane to clear the rooms and beds of all the dust, the wolves used their totems to clear out larger animals such as rodents, lizards, scorpions, and spiders, and then Erin used her death arcane to kill any pests that remained in the bedding such as fleas.
It was late the next morning when they finally all returned to Ruiz’s pack. They had a ceremony that the pack attended to rebury the dead and to welcome them to the pack. Only ten of the dead had survived the soul eater, and the knowledge had saddened them all greatly upon hearing what had happened at the abandoned pack lands.
They had traveled to all of the packs within Arizona by now, so called into the school to find the nearest portal and traveled back to the school. After speaking with the Survival class teacher and giving a debriefing, and explanation for her healing, they headed to the phones first.
The Survival class final was a senior’s last thing they needed to do at the school, so they were allowed to leave for home immediately after or wait if they wished. They chose to leave immediately, so both of their families were set to come and help them pack the next day. After they both got off the phones, they headed back to the pack house first to grab showers and then to the food court to eat. They met up with Celeste and Travis who marveled over Erin’s healed eye and leg and marveled again at what mages and werewolves were able to accomplish together. They also shared how they had traveled all over Arizona and collected New Moon wolves from each of the packs, as well as what happened at the abandoned pack lands.
“Do you think that is happening at other abandoned pack lands?” Travis asked.
“I do. Though, even if they are safe, those dead have no hope of resolving anything holding them to this world. At least if they were on pack lands, they might be able to get help from the living. I’ve learned from the wraiths I’m in contract with now that New Moon wolves would be the ones that are supposed to help the dead cross over, much like how Necromancers do. They don’t use contracts like Mages do, but helping the dead was supposed to be part of their purpose within a pack. That has been lost and the dead are suffering for it.”
“Alpha Matthews is going to begin to set up visits with the packs he has contacts with based on Alpha Featherwind’s list. As we begin traveling to the packs, we will begin asking the Alphas if they have contacts within the packs we haven’t been able to speak to yet. We’ll also ask about abandoned pack lands so we can help those wraiths too. It will be a lot of traveling, but we think we should be able to go to every pack by the time the annual singles meet up happens.“ Leo replied.
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2024.05.17 12:05 Acceptable_Egg5560 Of Giants and Journalists [51 Final]
Thank you for this universe!
And many thanks to for being a full co-writer on this project!
Kaeden and Vichee belongs to and I thank them so much for working with us! It was an honor!
Sven belongs to Bjorn the Copper Paladin from Discord. I hope to do more with them in the future, and have tons of fun!
And don’t you worry about that final in the title! We have some news at the end!
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{Is the reason that everything happened to Tarlim in the first place?}
{Only up to the ramps, mostly. Trying to impress upon people the importance of accessibility for those with extenuating circumstances. At least according to the records I have access to.}
{The average person knows as much about his friends as they do about Mike Collins.}
<...Who?>
{Exactly. 20th century human spaceman, was there for their first lunar landing. Didn’t get to put boots on the ground, and nobody remembers his name now.}
{Hell, I didn’t even know about him until I put in a search query of niche historical figures just to give you an example. Yeesh…}
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Archived Closed Circuit Security Video - Establishment: Exterminator’s Office - Dawn Creek Division - Subbasement - Date Recorded (ST): OCT 31, 2136 - Timeframe (ST): 11:42 - 11:45
The parking bay is silent. Vans are parked neatly in their spots which frame the hallway to the armory and fuel storage for the camera. A ding is heard and something moves in the hallway. Five fully suited Venlil and a Zurulian step out of an elevator and run towards a van. The sound of a door slamming open comes from the hall roughly 6 seconds later. A stream of Exterminators pour out into the hall from the stairwell.
Their voices are indecipherable as they speak over each other. A Sulian runs into the armory and reappears with a huge flamer tank on their back. Another Zurulian can be seen with an extinguisher tank, but a Venlil bleats at them and tosses it aside. They drag the quadrupedal alien quickly into the parking garage before physically throwing them into the back of a van.
From the back of the hallway, a fluid can be seen spreading across the ground. A trio of Venlil back out of a room while holding their flamers up. They are unlit, instead spewing fuel out of their nozzles. The trio twirl around in an overly animated manner as they walk down the hall to the parking garage. A van pulls out of its spot with windows down so the passengers could let out a cheer.
A black-suited Venlil runs up to the spraying trio while waving their arms to get them out into the garage. The microphone just barely manages to catch him saying, “We need to save some for the predators!” One of the other Venlil replies, “Yes sir, Mafchi!” A short flurry of curses is heard as the gathered exterminators pile into the three other visible vans. Two of the vans speed out of the garage, forcing some other Venlil exterminators to dive out of the way in the process.
The black-suited Mafchi picks up a fuel canister that had been dropped and twists off its cap. He slings it under his shoulder and pours a line of fuel. He marches straight to the final van and hops up into the open rear. The van backs itself up to turn out of the garage. The fuel canister clatters to the ground as it pulls away. Before it clears the view of the camera, the Black-suited Venlil is seen standing in its open back. He is holding what appears to be a flare gun.
The flare sails through the air shortly after the van leaves the frame and impacts the ground. It bounces and rolls until it touches the fuel and ignites it in an instant. A small wall of fire proceeds down the provided trail into the hallway, igniting more fuel as time passes. The hallway is quickly engulfed in vividly red fire. Thick black smoke begins to pour out into the garage as the fire inches closer to the primary fuel tank.
Movement can be seen in the hallway between the flickering flames. The silver form of a Venlil Exterminator is seen rushing out of the stairwell and fighting to head towards the fuel storage room. Before they reach, a white flash fills the screen. The feed goes dead, the error code consistent with electrical interruption.
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{Who was what? Mafchi?}
{Hmmm, there aren’t any tags embedded for them. The suits do a rather good job at making the officers anonymous. Let me see…oh.}
{The, uh… the employment records for that Office were…terminated.}
{It looks like…yes, here. Record wipe in 2497. Media with less than 1 bistandannual visit were removed to save space on the university’s central server. It’s…they’re gone, gone gone.}
{Maybe, but that’ll do us no good if we don’t know their name. And because of the chaos of that incident, nobody has been able to accurately reconstruct where every individual was in that office. We’d have to already know who they were to find them.}
<...I guess that’s another person I’ll have to remember then, huh?>
{...Guess so. Speaking of remembering, perhaps you should check out Tarlim’s view again? Seeing how we were just talking about him.}
<...Sure. At least people remember his name, right?>
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Memory Transcription Subject: Tarlim, the Venbig. Date [Standardized Human Time] October 31st, 2136
No matter how much Sven and Anso griped about it, having them leave and return with the trailer was a great idea. The humans who had gone with them the first time were, to my dismay, excited to try and ride in the back. I had at least been able to impress on those four that I couldn’t let anyone else ride like that, and that they were to help with rigging a trailer with some seats.
I had to admit; they did a good job!
Several couches sat bolted to the floor of the covered trailer and even had some ropes that could be hooked across the armrests as impromptu belts. It wasn’t perfect by any means, but it would work as well as any bus or short train ride! Certainly superior to jumping in the bed of a truck.
I strode out into the parking road and swayed my ears to greet Anso. Sven had stayed behind here to meet with the humans and entertain the kids, a job which he was slightly less unenthusiastic about compared to last time. “Greetings, Anso! Have you made the necessary preparations for the humans to leave with you?”
The Yotul hopped out of the truck bed and bounced to me. “We have! I have to say those humans were great workers to have helped get this whipped up so quickly! I hope Sven has been behaving himself?”
I let my tail wag behind me remembering my last glimpse of him. He should really secure his sheath straps! “He has! Been entertaining the refugees while I made sure they all had their belongings ready to go. Come on inside, let’s go gather them.”
I guided him with a wave of my arm as we turned back to the door. To be truthful, I hadn’t expected Sven to win the humans over as quickly as he did. Needless to say, his primitive attire seemed to spark joy within them, a joy sorely needed amidst the sadness of recency.
As we entered the building I noticed something, or rather, the lack of something. When I had exited only a few [minutes] prior, the building had been full of life and noise. Now, it was almost dead quiet, save for the sounds of a holovision coming from the lobby. Rather heated sounds, at that.
“I didn’t think it was already main rest claw,” Anso mused as he, too, recognized the aggravated voices coming from the lobby. “And what are they watching in there? Sounds…angry.”
“Yeah…” I trailed off as I followed the noises. As I approached the lobby, the sound of what I assumed was a Gojid yelling. “You know nothing about my family. TALK, JUST FUCKING TALK, NOW!” My ears pinned back at the foul language at play, hoping that Sven and the children were somewhere else.
As I entered the room, I saw that I was only half right. The children were thankfully nowhere to be found, but Sven was obviously present, as was most of the facility staff. I was about to ask what was going on before another voice drew my attention to the holovision, the same as everyone else. The voice of none other than Chief Nikonus.
“There were three of us who laid out the groundwork for the Federation. When Kolshian explorers came in contact with the Farsul, more than a thousand years ago, the galaxy was young. We were the first in this sector to escape our gravity well. You know about the founding of this institution, but I reiterate it just in case.”
“The Krakotl were the third,” another voice piped up from behind the camera. I thought it might’ve been another Gojid, but the voice was far too breathy. Harchen, maybe? I wasn’t given a chance to consider it further as Nikonus continued. “Yes, they were a problem from the start; aggressive, disagreeable. We tried to identify the problem, and why they were so ill-equipped for spacefaring.”
“We learned they were scavengers, who would occasionally go for fish as well.”
His next line was rendered inaudible by the shocked gasps of both the refugees and residents in the room. I was no different, drawing in a sharp breath at the abrupt admission. I remembered that Arvi had said some aliens were revealed to have eaten meat in the past, but was this the way it was decided to be revealed? With such abject callousness?
Nikonus continued to speak, looking not just proud, but smug with his words. He went on about how the Federation had saved these aliens with their manipulations, but the entirety of his body language seemed to indicate he reveled in how devastating this information would be to the people he was speaking to. How they manipulated an entire culture, a RELIGION!
What if they did the same to ours?
That horrifying thought struck through my mind like a derailing train. I had relied upon the Tenets in some of my darkest moments. Found comfort in them when there was none elsewhere to be found. To have such a comfort revealed as a lie in its entirety, used only for some other group to control you…
The voice of Nikonus hit my ears again. “Oh Sovlin, I already told you. For the small minority of species who don’t find herbivory alone, we teach them the right way. Doesn’t the religion against predators sound familiar?”
The Kolshian was insufferably proud of those words. There was no doubt in my mind now; this was mocking. Mocking a Gojid for following The Protector. For being a predator. For being different, but expecting to still be treated as a person. The Gojid were predators, they couldn’t help it, and they were already being mocked for it.
What might happen to all the other species?
I shifted my focus away from the screen to the crowd, searching for one in particular. Vichee, a Krakotl already so different from everyone else, and now my concerns for them were multiplied with every word that fell from Nikonus’ mouth. Were they okay? They had come in here to see Sven, I had seen them. Where are-
I spotted Kaeden in the corner of the room. Next to him, slumped against the wall, was Vichee. The dual colored Krakotl’s eyes were glazed over as they stared at nothing. I strode over quickly, my instincts wanting to comfort them. Kaeden was simply standing there, it was confusing that he didn’t seem to be comforting Vichee at all. As I got closer, their head tilted up to me, regarding me with an unfocused eye.
“He was right.” They said quietly. My implant almost didn’t pick it up over the sounds of the lobby. “Kaeden had asked me soon after our first meeting if Krakotl had once been meat eaters. Said it was the shape of our beaks. ‘More suited to capturing small wriggling prey than filtering algae’. He told me. I nearly flew away right then… If I had, I would have been alone with this news.”I listened, kneeling down to be closer to their level. “You’re not alone, your herd is here. Right Kaeden?”
He looked over at me and nodded. “Vichee was there with me when Earth was attacked. I’m here for them now. Kaabra and Venik are… together, elsewhere at the moment. But they will be here too.”
I flicked my ears in understanding. “Then I hope they may help in hugging Vichee until their tears are dry.” I turned an eye to Vichee. “Please, I just want you to know that you are still you. What your body does has no effect on your personhood.”
Vichee still sat, their mind still likely whirling with the new information. They lifted their differently colored wings. “I’m well aware. This lesson I already learned. But thank you, I understand what you mean.” Kaeden nodded slowly and Vichee returned to their thoughts.
“There’s going to be trouble soon, Tarlim,” Kaeden stated gravely. “News like this? Nothing good will come of it. I can already tell this won’t go over well. Keep your eyes open.”
As if in response to his words, the sound of clanking metal hits my ears. They shoot up, pivoting to locate its source. There, dashing towards the door, was the armored figure of Sven. I didn’t know him enough to know how this broadcast would affect him, but running was never the best sign. I flicked my ears goodbye to my friends and rose, following after the metal man. In my periphery, I saw the television screen had shifted to show Rolem moving onto the stage. I would have to miss whatever it was he had to say, so ducked through the doors and continued to follow the sound of metal.
As I exited, I saw that I wasn’t the only one to see Sven’s actions. Anso was bounding behind him, shouting something I couldn’t hear. Sven didn’t seem to either as he kept running, but his gait wasn’t one of fear. He looked purposeful, sprinting in a straight line. A line pointed right towards-
Towards the observing Exterminator Van.
The metal Venlil didn’t even hesitate at the presence of the fence. He leapt up in a display of strength and agility, vaulting over the barrier and continuing his beeline into the van. It was like phased through the doors with how fast he moved. There were sounds of commotion that followed his entry, and soon two Exterminators fell out of the van. One Venlil…and one Krakotl. I wonder how Kalek is taking things.
I, too, cleared the fence with only a high step and reached the van, peering in to see Sven at the controls. “Sven! What are you doing?” I asked, the Krakotl officer shivering on the ground in my periphery.
“They got my girl!” He huffed, “She’s a Gojid, they got her, I can’t let them do anything worse to her!” He tried to activate the vehicle to no avail, but his words brought up something that I hadn’t thought much over. I remember hearing about temporary emplacements that were being set up. Paly had texted me about exterminators bringing people there. Her too. And that would mean-
-THOOOOOOOMMMMM-
The wind hit me like a truck and rocked the van I was standing next to. Sven even stopped trying to fiddle with the controls to see what had just happened. In the distance, near the center of town, an enormous black cloud rose into the air, the vestiges of fire still burning in the suspended embers. I couldn’t look away from it as my mind raced with horrible possibilities as my mind tripped over itself trying to concoct a plan of action.
I wasn’t given long to think before the radio in the van crackled to life, startling both Sven and myself. “Attention all True Exterminators! The truth has come out about the taint in our midst! For too long we have lived with its danger in our presence! If any of you still hold the safety of The Herd in your hearts, come join us so we may burn ALL the predator taint from this District! Rendezvous at Vulen’s apartment complex, we shall start our cleansing there!”
The name of one of my landlords sparked familiarity in my mind. They had been working to build a series of new apartments to add to his old, and if I remembered, had agreed to house the Gojid refugees. The Gojid! Paly was housed with them!!
In an instant, I reached into the van and grabbed Sven by the arm. He tried to pull away, but my grip was too strong. “Sven! They’re gonna kill the Gojid! They’re gonna burn Paly!”
He finally managed to shake himself free as my paws became jittery from stress. “I gotta save my girlfriend! She’s in a facility! I gotta save her!”
“But they’re gonna burn people here!” I protested, “we have to do something! We need- We need People who can fight them! Kaeden! I need to get Kaeden! We can save them!”
I pulled myself away from the van and spotted Anso nearby. He must have had to go through the gate, but this was good timing. I pointed a claw at him. “Do Not Let Him drive off before I get back!”
I didn’t give him, nor the Exterminators who had recovered from their shock, time to ask questions. Paly was in danger, as were who knew how many others. I faintly heard my data pad chime from within my shoulder bag, the signal my heart was beating too fast, but I couldn’t deal with it right now. I could get the heart rate under control during the drive. Right now I needed Kaeden, he knew how to fight! How to save people when others were trying to kill them!
My paws guided me and I was back in the cafeteria before I knew it. Some of the crowd had dissipated, but Kaeden and Vichee were still in the same corner I had left them in, but with their Venlil friends now joined. Without leaving time for protest, I grabbed Kaeden’s arm and pulled him away. I heard Vichee squawk behind me, but I was in too much of a hurry. I can’t let her get hurt. I Won’t.
Kaeden started to slap my arm as I dragged the soldier across the lobby. “Tarlim! What the fuck are you doing?? What’s going on?”
“No time, they’re going to burn everyone,” I breathlessly said as I burst the facility doors open to get him to the van.
“What? Who?” Kaeden questioned, still resisting my pull. I could hear a tinge of worry in his voice, and I knew he would understand. Anso looked back from his position as he heard my approach, and upon seeing me dragging Kaeden along, he grew visibly concerned.
“On the radio, something about True Exterminators,” I attempted to explain to him as we neared the gate doors. This time, I simply spread them apart with my free paw, metal screeching against itself as the gate was forced open. “They’re going to burn every cured species they can find, and That Means Paly. I Won’t Let Them.”
Kaeden had stopped struggling as I explained the bare essentials to him, and once we approached the van, he finally had enough sense to ask the right questions. “So what exactly is the plan to stop them? We’re strong, sure, I could probably take most of them. But just two of us against a wall of those flamers?”
“Not two,” I corrected, letting go of his arm and throwing open the back doors of the van. Still seated in the drivers side was Sven, who looked back once he heard me permit entrance into the back. “We have him too.”
“Wh- the LARPer??” Kaeden asked incredulously. I wasn’t familiar with the term he used, but his tone told us all we needed to know. Sven’s eyes narrowed at the perceived insult, but Kaeden continued. “Do either of you have any formal military training?? Rushing down there is only going to get you both killed along with the others! For fucks sake, slow down! We need a plan!”
“T-There won’t be t-time f-for one,” a voice peeped in from behind us. We all turned to face the source, and we found it was the Venlil Exterminator. They recoiled under the sudden gaze of our entire party, but they managed to continue. “I-I recognized the v-voice. It w-was one of the n-new recruits. They m-might as well be Y-Yulpa. If you w-want to stop them, it’s now or n-never.”
We all stared at them for a moment in disbelief that they’d willingly hand over that information to us. They were Exterminators, weren’t they? They should be allied with the voice on the radio! Kaeden, after considering the information, gave voice to my confusion. “And why are you telling us this? You’re an exterminator, shouldn’t you be trying to help them?”
“M-My husband is the Krakotl that was in the van with me!” They yelled back, stamping their footpaw on the ground in agitation. “I-I don’t care what his ancestors did a t-thousand years ago, I will not stand for those zealots burning who knows how many people! We’re not all the same, h-human!”
I was taken aback by their words. I had given up hope that there were any redeemable souls amongst the ranks of those silver-suited brahkasses, but living proof of the contrary stood before us. Their breathing was only matched by mine as my pad continued to chime in my pack. Maybe there’s hope after all.
Kaeden started frantically looking all around, his focused gaze falling on the facility, the exterminator in front of us, and the rising smoke in the distance. After a moment's hesitation, he growled to himself and shook his head. “Fine! Fucking- if you want to prove you’re different, you and your partner stand guard at the gate! They’ll probably try to send a division here, so keep on guard! And for the love of God, go ask for help if that happens!”
My tail wagged behind me as I interpreted what that meant. “So you’ll help us, Kaeden?”
He paused for a second, an agonizing second as he fully took in the situation in his mind. But ultimately, he nodded. “Let’s go, we can figure things out along the way.”
Seizing the moment, Anso quickly jumped into the van and pushed Sven out of the driver's seat, much to their visible frustration. Kaeden quickly hopped into the passenger seat, leaving me with the problem of finding a space that would fit me. I stepped over to the back of the van and threw the doors open.
The flamers and their fuel tanks were useless to us, easy to toss all three sets out onto the ground behind me. I made sure that the flamers were disabled first, of course. Just had to snap the pilot lighters and slice a hose with my claw. Even if these two said they weren’t like these “True Exterminators” I didn’t trust them one bit. I crawled inside the cramped vehicle and wiggled myself to close the doors behind me.
As I got myself settled, I watched as the Venlil Exterminator started to inspect the destroyed remains of their weapons. I squinted a glare at them and positioned myself so they couldn’t enter with me. “You two aren’t coming,” I hissed. “You know why you’re not. Try anything with the humans, and they will stop you.”
I slammed the doors shut as their expressions fell, just in time for Anso to get the van into gear. I curled myself up against the wall of the van, watching out the back window as we sped down the road. We were on our way now. On our way to save Paly and all the people gathered because their ancestors ate meat. My heart hammered in my chest, but I would need to control it for what we were about to do. I needed to focus. I needed to breathe. I needed to be calm.
Focus. Breathe. Calm
Focus.
Breathe.
Calm…
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Memory Transcription Subject: Sol-Vah, Fleeing Predator. Date [Standardized Human Time] October 31st, 2136
My legs couldn’t carry me anymore. I had to keep going, but I didn’t have the strength. My pants became wheezes as my body struggled to keep up with the physical exertion of running almost halfway through town. I hadn’t even looked up before now, at least with eyes not blinded by tears. The pain of Mute’s rejection still stung in my soul, a pain so visceral it threatened to rip me apart worse than any Arxur. Protector, what did I do to deserve this? Is there even a Protector, or did the Federation just- just make that up?
I didn’t have time to think about that now, I needed to get to the office. From what little I caught of the broadcast, Nikonus had said they saved us before. I knew what it likely was, but…I was desperate. I just wanted to go back home and have him embrace me like he did before. The safety and love I had felt from him was still fresh in my mind, and if there was any chance I had to get it back?
I’ll happily take it.
As I approached the office, however, something seemed off. I could smell soot in the air, but not the kind of soot that came from our flamers. This was- was…dirtier smelling, as if the fuel had been impure. Upon looking up, however, I saw something that made my stomach drop. A huge plume of smoke, billowing up into the sky. It shadowed the sun itself with its immensity and hate. Did the Exterminators burn more drugs? Or…or…
I felt a renewed vigor as I started to run towards the plume, hoping against hope that I was wrong. As soon as I turned the corner, though, my worst fears were realized. Where the office once stood now sat a burning stack of glorified rubble, every single window in sight shattered and multiple holes in the outer walls. The building was split, it was as if a giant knife had come down and sloppily sliced off its front half to spill flaming debris everywhere.
I stood in front of the building I had once called my home, surrounded by screams and the awful sound of flames roaring. I knew now there was no hope of salvation, no way this could ever be undone. I would never be able to go back to the way things were, never feel the happiness I had for that brief time. I was doomed to this life, abandoned by my love, and forced to live as an abomination devoid of a home.
I suppose that’s all a predator like me deserves.
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You read it right: This is going to be the final chapter of "Of Giants and Journalists." With the conclusion of Sharnet and Vekna's adventure, we will now take the time to show how this announcement has affected our characters and the galaxy at large. We're excited to announce our new series, Nature of a Giant: Aftermath! This series will not be quite as in-depth temporally as Of Giants and Journalists was, mainly because not as much will be happening in as short of a time. Rest assured, though, there will still be plenty of action across the board! You just won't have to deal with over half the story only covering a week of time!
In that vein, we are also excited to announce we are working on another bonus series, one that was teased a long time ago, Venric Lawven: Legal Legend! It will be filling the gap for content while we work on the first few chapters of Aftermath to make sure the scenes are as quality as they deserve, but will have a reduced upload schedule to once a week to accommodate for writing two series at once. On behalf of both of myself and , we'd like to thank all of our readers for sticking with us on this journey. It's hard to believe this series has been going on for over a year in one form or another, but I wouldn't have it any other way! Thank you all again for your continued support, and we look forward to seeing you again with Legal Legends! And then...
The Aftermath!!
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{Is the reason that everything happened to Tarlim in the first place?}
{Only up to the ramps, mostly. Trying to impress upon people the importance of accessibility for those with extenuating circumstances. At least according to the records I have access to.}
{The average person knows as much about his friends as they do about Mike Collins.}
<...Who?>
{Exactly. 20th century human spaceman, was there for their first lunar landing. Didn’t get to put boots on the ground, and nobody remembers his name now.}
{Hell, I didn’t even know about him until I put in a search query of niche historical figures just to give you an example. Yeesh…}
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Archived Closed Circuit Security Video - Establishment: Exterminator’s Office - Dawn Creek Division - Subbasement - Date Recorded (ST): OCT 31, 2136 - Timeframe (ST): 11:42 - 11:45
The parking bay is silent. Vans are parked neatly in their spots which frame the hallway to the armory and fuel storage for the camera. A ding is heard and something moves in the hallway. Five fully suited Venlil and a Zurulian step out of an elevator and run towards a van. The sound of a door slamming open comes from the hall roughly 6 seconds later. A stream of Exterminators pour out into the hall from the stairwell.
Their voices are indecipherable as they speak over each other. A Sulian runs into the armory and reappears with a huge flamer tank on their back. Another Zurulian can be seen with an extinguisher tank, but a Venlil bleats at them and tosses it aside. They drag the quadrupedal alien quickly into the parking garage before physically throwing them into the back of a van.
From the back of the hallway, a fluid can be seen spreading across the ground. A trio of Venlil back out of a room while holding their flamers up. They are unlit, instead spewing fuel out of their nozzles. The trio twirl around in an overly animated manner as they walk down the hall to the parking garage. A van pulls out of its spot with windows down so the passengers could let out a cheer.
A black-suited Venlil runs up to the spraying trio while waving their arms to get them out into the garage. The microphone just barely manages to catch him saying, “We need to save some for the predators!” One of the other Venlil replies, “Yes sir, Mafchi!” A short flurry of curses is heard as the gathered exterminators pile into the three other visible vans. Two of the vans speed out of the garage, forcing some other Venlil exterminators to dive out of the way in the process.
The black-suited Mafchi picks up a fuel canister that had been dropped and twists off its cap. He slings it under his shoulder and pours a line of fuel. He marches straight to the final van and hops up into the open rear. The van backs itself up to turn out of the garage. The fuel canister clatters to the ground as it pulls away. Before it clears the view of the camera, the Black-suited Venlil is seen standing in its open back. He is holding what appears to be a flare gun.
The flare sails through the air shortly after the van leaves the frame and impacts the ground. It bounces and rolls until it touches the fuel and ignites it in an instant. A small wall of fire proceeds down the provided trail into the hallway, igniting more fuel as time passes. The hallway is quickly engulfed in vividly red fire. Thick black smoke begins to pour out into the garage as the fire inches closer to the primary fuel tank.
Movement can be seen in the hallway between the flickering flames. The silver form of a Venlil Exterminator is seen rushing out of the stairwell and fighting to head towards the fuel storage room. Before they reach, a white flash fills the screen. The feed goes dead, the error code consistent with electrical interruption.
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{Who was what? Mafchi?}
{Hmmm, there aren’t any tags embedded for them. The suits do a rather good job at making the officers anonymous. Let me see…oh.}
{The, uh… the employment records for that Office were…terminated.}
{It looks like…yes, here. Record wipe in 2497. Media with less than 1 bistandannual visit were removed to save space on the university’s central server. It’s…they’re gone, gone gone.}
{Maybe, but that’ll do us no good if we don’t know their name. And because of the chaos of that incident, nobody has been able to accurately reconstruct where every individual was in that office. We’d have to already know who they were to find them.}
<...I guess that’s another person I’ll have to remember then, huh?>
{...Guess so. Speaking of remembering, perhaps you should check out Tarlim’s view again? Seeing how we were just talking about him.}
<...Sure. At least people remember his name, right?>
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Memory Transcription Subject: Tarlim, the Venbig. Date [Standardized Human Time] October 31st, 2136
No matter how much Sven and Anso griped about it, having them leave and return with the trailer was a great idea. The humans who had gone with them the first time were, to my dismay, excited to try and ride in the back. I had at least been able to impress on those four that I couldn’t let anyone else ride like that, and that they were to help with rigging a trailer with some seats.
I had to admit; they did a good job!
Several couches sat bolted to the floor of the covered trailer and even had some ropes that could be hooked across the armrests as impromptu belts. It wasn’t perfect by any means, but it would work as well as any bus or short train ride! Certainly superior to jumping in the bed of a truck.
I strode out into the parking road and swayed my ears to greet Anso. Sven had stayed behind here to meet with the humans and entertain the kids, a job which he was slightly less unenthusiastic about compared to last time. “Greetings, Anso! Have you made the necessary preparations for the humans to leave with you?”
The Yotul hopped out of the truck bed and bounced to me. “We have! I have to say those humans were great workers to have helped get this whipped up so quickly! I hope Sven has been behaving himself?”
I let my tail wag behind me remembering my last glimpse of him. He should really secure his sheath straps! “He has! Been entertaining the refugees while I made sure they all had their belongings ready to go. Come on inside, let’s go gather them.”
I guided him with a wave of my arm as we turned back to the door. To be truthful, I hadn’t expected Sven to win the humans over as quickly as he did. Needless to say, his primitive attire seemed to spark joy within them, a joy sorely needed amidst the sadness of recency.
As we entered the building I noticed something, or rather, the lack of something. When I had exited only a few [minutes] prior, the building had been full of life and noise. Now, it was almost dead quiet, save for the sounds of a holovision coming from the lobby. Rather heated sounds, at that.
“I didn’t think it was already main rest claw,” Anso mused as he, too, recognized the aggravated voices coming from the lobby. “And what are they watching in there? Sounds…angry.”
“Yeah…” I trailed off as I followed the noises. As I approached the lobby, the sound of what I assumed was a Gojid yelling. “You know nothing about my family. TALK, JUST FUCKING TALK, NOW!” My ears pinned back at the foul language at play, hoping that Sven and the children were somewhere else.
As I entered the room, I saw that I was only half right. The children were thankfully nowhere to be found, but Sven was obviously present, as was most of the facility staff. I was about to ask what was going on before another voice drew my attention to the holovision, the same as everyone else. The voice of none other than Chief Nikonus.
“There were three of us who laid out the groundwork for the Federation. When Kolshian explorers came in contact with the Farsul, more than a thousand years ago, the galaxy was young. We were the first in this sector to escape our gravity well. You know about the founding of this institution, but I reiterate it just in case.”
“The Krakotl were the third,” another voice piped up from behind the camera. I thought it might’ve been another Gojid, but the voice was far too breathy. Harchen, maybe? I wasn’t given a chance to consider it further as Nikonus continued. “Yes, they were a problem from the start; aggressive, disagreeable. We tried to identify the problem, and why they were so ill-equipped for spacefaring.”
“We learned they were scavengers, who would occasionally go for fish as well.”
His next line was rendered inaudible by the shocked gasps of both the refugees and residents in the room. I was no different, drawing in a sharp breath at the abrupt admission. I remembered that Arvi had said some aliens were revealed to have eaten meat in the past, but was this the way it was decided to be revealed? With such abject callousness?
Nikonus continued to speak, looking not just proud, but smug with his words. He went on about how the Federation had saved these aliens with their manipulations, but the entirety of his body language seemed to indicate he reveled in how devastating this information would be to the people he was speaking to. How they manipulated an entire culture, a RELIGION!
What if they did the same to ours?
That horrifying thought struck through my mind like a derailing train. I had relied upon the Tenets in some of my darkest moments. Found comfort in them when there was none elsewhere to be found. To have such a comfort revealed as a lie in its entirety, used only for some other group to control you…
The voice of Nikonus hit my ears again. “Oh Sovlin, I already told you. For the small minority of species who don’t find herbivory alone, we teach them the right way. Doesn’t the religion against predators sound familiar?”
The Kolshian was insufferably proud of those words. There was no doubt in my mind now; this was mocking. Mocking a Gojid for following The Protector. For being a predator. For being different, but expecting to still be treated as a person. The Gojid were predators, they couldn’t help it, and they were already being mocked for it.
What might happen to all the other species?
I shifted my focus away from the screen to the crowd, searching for one in particular. Vichee, a Krakotl already so different from everyone else, and now my concerns for them were multiplied with every word that fell from Nikonus’ mouth. Were they okay? They had come in here to see Sven, I had seen them. Where are-
I spotted Kaeden in the corner of the room. Next to him, slumped against the wall, was Vichee. The dual colored Krakotl’s eyes were glazed over as they stared at nothing. I strode over quickly, my instincts wanting to comfort them. Kaeden was simply standing there, it was confusing that he didn’t seem to be comforting Vichee at all. As I got closer, their head tilted up to me, regarding me with an unfocused eye.
“He was right.” They said quietly. My implant almost didn’t pick it up over the sounds of the lobby. “Kaeden had asked me soon after our first meeting if Krakotl had once been meat eaters. Said it was the shape of our beaks. ‘More suited to capturing small wriggling prey than filtering algae’. He told me. I nearly flew away right then… If I had, I would have been alone with this news.”I listened, kneeling down to be closer to their level. “You’re not alone, your herd is here. Right Kaeden?”
He looked over at me and nodded. “Vichee was there with me when Earth was attacked. I’m here for them now. Kaabra and Venik are… together, elsewhere at the moment. But they will be here too.”
I flicked my ears in understanding. “Then I hope they may help in hugging Vichee until their tears are dry.” I turned an eye to Vichee. “Please, I just want you to know that you are still you. What your body does has no effect on your personhood.”
Vichee still sat, their mind still likely whirling with the new information. They lifted their differently colored wings. “I’m well aware. This lesson I already learned. But thank you, I understand what you mean.” Kaeden nodded slowly and Vichee returned to their thoughts.
“There’s going to be trouble soon, Tarlim,” Kaeden stated gravely. “News like this? Nothing good will come of it. I can already tell this won’t go over well. Keep your eyes open.”
As if in response to his words, the sound of clanking metal hits my ears. They shoot up, pivoting to locate its source. There, dashing towards the door, was the armored figure of Sven. I didn’t know him enough to know how this broadcast would affect him, but running was never the best sign. I flicked my ears goodbye to my friends and rose, following after the metal man. In my periphery, I saw the television screen had shifted to show Rolem moving onto the stage. I would have to miss whatever it was he had to say, so ducked through the doors and continued to follow the sound of metal.
As I exited, I saw that I wasn’t the only one to see Sven’s actions. Anso was bounding behind him, shouting something I couldn’t hear. Sven didn’t seem to either as he kept running, but his gait wasn’t one of fear. He looked purposeful, sprinting in a straight line. A line pointed right towards-
Towards the observing Exterminator Van.
The metal Venlil didn’t even hesitate at the presence of the fence. He leapt up in a display of strength and agility, vaulting over the barrier and continuing his beeline into the van. It was like phased through the doors with how fast he moved. There were sounds of commotion that followed his entry, and soon two Exterminators fell out of the van. One Venlil…and one Krakotl. I wonder how Kalek is taking things.
I, too, cleared the fence with only a high step and reached the van, peering in to see Sven at the controls. “Sven! What are you doing?” I asked, the Krakotl officer shivering on the ground in my periphery.
“They got my girl!” He huffed, “She’s a Gojid, they got her, I can’t let them do anything worse to her!” He tried to activate the vehicle to no avail, but his words brought up something that I hadn’t thought much over. I remember hearing about temporary emplacements that were being set up. Paly had texted me about exterminators bringing people there. Her too. And that would mean-
-THOOOOOOOMMMMM-
The wind hit me like a truck and rocked the van I was standing next to. Sven even stopped trying to fiddle with the controls to see what had just happened. In the distance, near the center of town, an enormous black cloud rose into the air, the vestiges of fire still burning in the suspended embers. I couldn’t look away from it as my mind raced with horrible possibilities as my mind tripped over itself trying to concoct a plan of action.
I wasn’t given long to think before the radio in the van crackled to life, startling both Sven and myself. “Attention all True Exterminators! The truth has come out about the taint in our midst! For too long we have lived with its danger in our presence! If any of you still hold the safety of The Herd in your hearts, come join us so we may burn ALL the predator taint from this District! Rendezvous at Vulen’s apartment complex, we shall start our cleansing there!”
The name of one of my landlords sparked familiarity in my mind. They had been working to build a series of new apartments to add to his old, and if I remembered, had agreed to house the Gojid refugees. The Gojid! Paly was housed with them!!
In an instant, I reached into the van and grabbed Sven by the arm. He tried to pull away, but my grip was too strong. “Sven! They’re gonna kill the Gojid! They’re gonna burn Paly!”
He finally managed to shake himself free as my paws became jittery from stress. “I gotta save my girlfriend! She’s in a facility! I gotta save her!”
“But they’re gonna burn people here!” I protested, “we have to do something! We need- We need People who can fight them! Kaeden! I need to get Kaeden! We can save them!”
I pulled myself away from the van and spotted Anso nearby. He must have had to go through the gate, but this was good timing. I pointed a claw at him. “Do Not Let Him drive off before I get back!”
I didn’t give him, nor the Exterminators who had recovered from their shock, time to ask questions. Paly was in danger, as were who knew how many others. I faintly heard my data pad chime from within my shoulder bag, the signal my heart was beating too fast, but I couldn’t deal with it right now. I could get the heart rate under control during the drive. Right now I needed Kaeden, he knew how to fight! How to save people when others were trying to kill them!
My paws guided me and I was back in the cafeteria before I knew it. Some of the crowd had dissipated, but Kaeden and Vichee were still in the same corner I had left them in, but with their Venlil friends now joined. Without leaving time for protest, I grabbed Kaeden’s arm and pulled him away. I heard Vichee squawk behind me, but I was in too much of a hurry. I can’t let her get hurt. I Won’t.
Kaeden started to slap my arm as I dragged the soldier across the lobby. “Tarlim! What the fuck are you doing?? What’s going on?”
“No time, they’re going to burn everyone,” I breathlessly said as I burst the facility doors open to get him to the van.
“What? Who?” Kaeden questioned, still resisting my pull. I could hear a tinge of worry in his voice, and I knew he would understand. Anso looked back from his position as he heard my approach, and upon seeing me dragging Kaeden along, he grew visibly concerned.
“On the radio, something about True Exterminators,” I attempted to explain to him as we neared the gate doors. This time, I simply spread them apart with my free paw, metal screeching against itself as the gate was forced open. “They’re going to burn every cured species they can find, and That Means Paly. I Won’t Let Them.”
Kaeden had stopped struggling as I explained the bare essentials to him, and once we approached the van, he finally had enough sense to ask the right questions. “So what exactly is the plan to stop them? We’re strong, sure, I could probably take most of them. But just two of us against a wall of those flamers?”
“Not two,” I corrected, letting go of his arm and throwing open the back doors of the van. Still seated in the drivers side was Sven, who looked back once he heard me permit entrance into the back. “We have him too.”
“Wh- the LARPer??” Kaeden asked incredulously. I wasn’t familiar with the term he used, but his tone told us all we needed to know. Sven’s eyes narrowed at the perceived insult, but Kaeden continued. “Do either of you have any formal military training?? Rushing down there is only going to get you both killed along with the others! For fucks sake, slow down! We need a plan!”
“T-There won’t be t-time f-for one,” a voice peeped in from behind us. We all turned to face the source, and we found it was the Venlil Exterminator. They recoiled under the sudden gaze of our entire party, but they managed to continue. “I-I recognized the v-voice. It w-was one of the n-new recruits. They m-might as well be Y-Yulpa. If you w-want to stop them, it’s now or n-never.”
We all stared at them for a moment in disbelief that they’d willingly hand over that information to us. They were Exterminators, weren’t they? They should be allied with the voice on the radio! Kaeden, after considering the information, gave voice to my confusion. “And why are you telling us this? You’re an exterminator, shouldn’t you be trying to help them?”
“M-My husband is the Krakotl that was in the van with me!” They yelled back, stamping their footpaw on the ground in agitation. “I-I don’t care what his ancestors did a t-thousand years ago, I will not stand for those zealots burning who knows how many people! We’re not all the same, h-human!”
I was taken aback by their words. I had given up hope that there were any redeemable souls amongst the ranks of those silver-suited brahkasses, but living proof of the contrary stood before us. Their breathing was only matched by mine as my pad continued to chime in my pack. Maybe there’s hope after all.
Kaeden started frantically looking all around, his focused gaze falling on the facility, the exterminator in front of us, and the rising smoke in the distance. After a moment's hesitation, he growled to himself and shook his head. “Fine! Fucking- if you want to prove you’re different, you and your partner stand guard at the gate! They’ll probably try to send a division here, so keep on guard! And for the love of God, go ask for help if that happens!”
My tail wagged behind me as I interpreted what that meant. “So you’ll help us, Kaeden?”
He paused for a second, an agonizing second as he fully took in the situation in his mind. But ultimately, he nodded. “Let’s go, we can figure things out along the way.”
Seizing the moment, Anso quickly jumped into the van and pushed Sven out of the driver's seat, much to their visible frustration. Kaeden quickly hopped into the passenger seat, leaving me with the problem of finding a space that would fit me. I stepped over to the back of the van and threw the doors open.
The flamers and their fuel tanks were useless to us, easy to toss all three sets out onto the ground behind me. I made sure that the flamers were disabled first, of course. Just had to snap the pilot lighters and slice a hose with my claw. Even if these two said they weren’t like these “True Exterminators” I didn’t trust them one bit. I crawled inside the cramped vehicle and wiggled myself to close the doors behind me.
As I got myself settled, I watched as the Venlil Exterminator started to inspect the destroyed remains of their weapons. I squinted a glare at them and positioned myself so they couldn’t enter with me. “You two aren’t coming,” I hissed. “You know why you’re not. Try anything with the humans, and they will stop you.”
I slammed the doors shut as their expressions fell, just in time for Anso to get the van into gear. I curled myself up against the wall of the van, watching out the back window as we sped down the road. We were on our way now. On our way to save Paly and all the people gathered because their ancestors ate meat. My heart hammered in my chest, but I would need to control it for what we were about to do. I needed to focus. I needed to breathe. I needed to be calm.
Focus. Breathe. Calm
Focus.
Breathe.
Calm…
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Memory Transcription Subject: Sol-Vah, Fleeing Predator. Date [Standardized Human Time] October 31st, 2136
My legs couldn’t carry me anymore. I had to keep going, but I didn’t have the strength. My pants became wheezes as my body struggled to keep up with the physical exertion of running almost halfway through town. I hadn’t even looked up before now, at least with eyes not blinded by tears. The pain of Mute’s rejection still stung in my soul, a pain so visceral it threatened to rip me apart worse than any Arxur. Protector, what did I do to deserve this? Is there even a Protector, or did the Federation just- just make that up?
I didn’t have time to think about that now, I needed to get to the office. From what little I caught of the broadcast, Nikonus had said they saved us before. I knew what it likely was, but…I was desperate. I just wanted to go back home and have him embrace me like he did before. The safety and love I had felt from him was still fresh in my mind, and if there was any chance I had to get it back?
I’ll happily take it.
As I approached the office, however, something seemed off. I could smell soot in the air, but not the kind of soot that came from our flamers. This was- was…dirtier smelling, as if the fuel had been impure. Upon looking up, however, I saw something that made my stomach drop. A huge plume of smoke, billowing up into the sky. It shadowed the sun itself with its immensity and hate. Did the Exterminators burn more drugs? Or…or…
I felt a renewed vigor as I started to run towards the plume, hoping against hope that I was wrong. As soon as I turned the corner, though, my worst fears were realized. Where the office once stood now sat a burning stack of glorified rubble, every single window in sight shattered and multiple holes in the outer walls. The building was split, it was as if a giant knife had come down and sloppily sliced off its front half to spill flaming debris everywhere.
I stood in front of the building I had once called my home, surrounded by screams and the awful sound of flames roaring. I knew now there was no hope of salvation, no way this could ever be undone. I would never be able to go back to the way things were, never feel the happiness I had for that brief time. I was doomed to this life, abandoned by my love, and forced to live as an abomination devoid of a home.
I suppose that’s all a predator like me deserves.
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 | To celebrate the upcoming 25th anniversary of the Phantom Menace this 19th of May, I decided to go all out on discovering the hidden effects or poorly described star cards in this game based on the plentiful resources and posts of the past (References are found at the end). At the same time, I did what I could to rewrite the ability and card descriptions to be somewhat unilateral and have similar explanations. Many were a surprise to be sure but a welcome one, while others are completely out of hand. Use what’s useful to you, and feel free to share your own test results. At last we will reveal these stats to all, at last… submitted by CommanderRoku to StarWarsBattlefront [link] [comments] Star Cards for Blaster Heroes (Part III) · Boba Fett o Quick Refill: The 8.3% per second refill rate for jetpack fuel is faster when not being used. At EPIC rarity, it is 12.3% per second. Normal Refill Time: 12 seconds; EPIC Rarity: 10.5 seconds. (S1) § Refill Rate per Second: ? / ? / ? / 12.3% o Born to Fly: Reduces the cooldown times of CONCUSSION ROCKET, FOR THE HUNT, and ROCKET BARRAGE when flying with a jetpack. Health regeneration is delayed from 5 seconds to 6.5 seconds as a result. FOR THE HUNT’s Duration: 8 seconds. “Fuel Efficiency” Jetpack Flight Time in Seconds: 5.00 / 5.25 / 5.40 / 5.55 / 5.75; Normal Cooldown Times by order of mention (And “Intense Barrage”): 15 seconds; 10 seconds; 20 seconds; 13 seconds. Hypothetical EPIC Rarity: 12 seconds; 8 seconds; 16 seconds; 10.4 seconds. § Reduced Cooldown Time: 5% / 10% / 15% / 20% https://preview.redd.it/orm1dg8jly0d1.jpg?width=225&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=d5ecaf78692ae925016f53d99afdbb2f2933ceee o Extended Exposure: Enemies stay revealed for additional seconds after FOR THE HUNT’s 8-second duration ends. Ability Cooldown Time: 10 seconds; Total Reveal Time: 10 / 11 / 12 / 14 (S1) § Additional Seconds: 2 / 3 / 4 / 6 o Acute Concussion: Adds seconds to the 5-second duration of the concussive effect caused by CONCUSSION ROCKET. Extended Effects: blurring of vision; disabling of lightsaber attack target lock-on. Duration in Seconds: 5.5 / 6.0 / 6.5 / 7.0 § Added Seconds: 0.5 / 1.0 / 1.5 / 2.0 o Augmented Gear: If CONCUSSION ROCKET hits the number of enemies stated below, flying with a jetpack can be used without fuel consumption. Normal “Fuel Efficiency” Jetpack Flight Time in Seconds: 5.00 / 5.25 / 5.40 / 5.55 / 5.75; New “Fuel Efficiency” Jetpack Flight Time in Seconds: 9.00 / 9.25 / 9.40 / 9.55 / 9.75; FOR THE HUNT Duration: 8 seconds; “Quick Refill” Refill Time: 12 seconds / 10.5 seconds. § Number of Enemies: 5 / 4 / 3 / 2 § No Fuel Consumption Time in Seconds: 2 / 2 / 3 / 4 o Fuel Efficiency: Decreases the consumption rate of jetpack fuel, increasing the 5-second flight time. Jetpack Flight Time in Seconds: 5.25 / 5.40 / 5.55 / 5.75 § Decreased Consumption Rate: 5% / 8% / 11% / 15% o Intense Barrage: If 500 damage points are dealt to enemies within a single use of ROCKET BARRAGE, the following 20-second cooldown time is reduced. “Focalize” Rocket Damage: 75 / 79 / 81 / 83 / 85; “Focalize” on Two Enemies: 150 / 158 / 162 / 166 / 170; “Focalize” Five Rockets on One Enemy: 375 / 395 / 405 / 415 / 425; Cooldown Time: 16 / 15 / 14 / 13 § Seconds Removed from Cooldown Time: 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 o Death From Above: Damage reduction is received when using ROCKET BARRAGE while flying with a jetpack. “Fuel Efficiency” Jetpack Flight Time in Seconds: 5.00 / 5.25 / 5.40 / 5.55 / 5.75; Health Points: 600 / 648 / 660 / 672 / 690 § Damage Reduction: 8% / 10% / 12% / 15% o Focalize: ROCKET BARRAGE rockets deals bonus damage within a 1-meter radius of the center of the explosion. Rocket Damage: 75 / 79 / 81 / 83 / 85; On Two Enemies: 150 / 158 / 162 / 166 / 170; Five Rockets on One Enemy: 375 / 395 / 405 / 415 / 425 § Bonus Damage: 4 / 6 / 8 / 10 · Bossk o Name Your Poison: Health is regained each in-game tick within DIOXIS GRENADE’s cloud of gas. Ability Duration: 6 seconds. Total Health Regained: 90 / 120 / 150 / 180 § Health regained per Second: 15 / 20 / 25 / 30 o Trap Arming Speed: PROXIMITY MINES arm faster when deployed, reducing activation time. At EPIC rarity, it reduces by 65%. Arming Speed in Seconds: 4 / 2.8 / 2.4 / 2 / 1.6 (S1) § Reduced Activation Time: ? / ? / ? / 65% OR 30% / 40% / 50% / 60% o Spreading The Disease: This card does nothing. (BF1; R1) o Sniper Expert: A headshot defeat with the sniper scope resets removes blaster heat. Blaster Overheat: 8 shots. § No Blaster Heat Time in Seconds: 1.0 / 1.5 / 2.0 / 2.5 o Unrelenting Predator: For every enemy defeated while PREDATOR INSTINCTS is active, the 20-second cooldown times of DIOXIS GRENADE and PROXIMITY MINES are reduced. Ability Duration: 25 seconds; Cooldown Times in Seconds: 19.0 / 18.4 / 17.8 / 17.2 § Reduced Cooldown Time: 5% / 8% / 11% / 14% o Predator Resilience: Damage Reduction is received while PREDATOR INSTINCTS is active. Ability Duration: 25 seconds; Health Points: 600 / 660 / 678 / 696 / 720 § Damage Reduction: 10% / 13% / 16% / 20% o Multi-Traps: Adds two additional PROXIMITY MINES. All mines also have an extended detonation radius. Mine Damage: 76; All Five Mines: 380; Detonation Radius: 6 / 6.5 / 6.9 / 7.2 / 7.5; Inner Detonation Radius: 5 / 5.5 / 5.75 / 6 / 6.25 § Extended Detonation Radius: 10% / 15% / 20% / 25% o Ultimate Predator: For every enemy defeated with micro-grenades or proximity-mines and while active, PREDATOR INSTINCTS’s 25-second duration is extended. (S1) § Extended Duration: 15% / 20% / 25% / 30% o Lingering Dioxis: Adds seconds to DIOXIS GRENADE’s 6-second duration. At EPIC rarity, it deals up to 238 damage. Duration: 8 / 9 / 10 / 12 (R4) § Added Seconds: 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 · Chewbacca o Bonus Health: Increases maximum base health. Maximum Base Health: 700 / 750 / 775 / 800 / 850 § Health Added: 50 / 75 / 100 / 150 o Echoing Roar: For every enemy defeated with FURIOUS BOWCASTER, its 25-second duration is extended. Duration: 7.5 to 25 seconds; Cooldown Time: 20 seconds. (S1) § Extended Duration: 15% / 20% / 30% / 40% o Extended Shock: Extends SHOCK GRENADE’s duration of 1.1 seconds. The 15-second cooldown time is extended by 50% as a result. At EPIC rarity, the shock duration is extended 20%. EPIC Rarity: 1.3 seconds; New Cooldown Time: 22.5 seconds. (S1) § Extended Shock Duration: ? / ? / ? / 20% o Charging Frenzy: Even more damage reduction is added to the 30% damage reduction received while sprinting with CHARGE SLAM. Cooldown Time: 10 seconds; Total Damage Reduction: 50% / 60% / 70% / 80%; Health Points: 910 / 1050 / 1120 / 1190 / 1260; And “Bonus Health”: 850 / 1105 / 1275 / 1360 / 1445 / 1530; And “Impervious” Only: 938 / 1219 / 1407 / 1501 / 1595 / 1688; “Bonus Health” And “Impervious”: 1139 / 1481 / 1709 / 1822 / 1936 / 2050; “Bonus Health” And “Furious Resilience”: 1020 / 1326 / 1530 / 1632 / 1734 / 1836; “Impervious” And “Furious Resilience”: 1126 / 1464 / 1689 / 1802 / 1914 / 2027 (S1) § Additional Damage Reduction: 20% / 30% / 40% / 50% o Multi-Shock: SHOCK GRENADE splits into even more missiles, increasing area of affect. Missiles: 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 § Added Missiles: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 https://preview.redd.it/1j4npupply0d1.jpg?width=225&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=edb83a0b5c986b492d6ec259e6ae715fd7dca063 o Impervious: Every 200 damage points dealt to enemies while any ability is active permanently adds damage reduction by 2%. As a bonus, if an enemy hero is thrown off a ledge using CHARGE SLAM and they die from the void within 3 seconds, the additional damage reduction received will be set to the maximum value possible. The effect resets after being defeated. Maximum Health Points Possible: 700 / 854 / 882 / 910 / 938; And “Bonus Health”: 850 / 1037 / 1071 / 1105 / 1139 (S1) § Maximum Damage Reduction: 22% / 26% / 30% / 34% o Shocked And Vulnerable: Enemies shocked by SHOCK GRENADE receive Damage Vulnerability for the shock duration of 1.1 seconds. § Damage Vulnerability: 3% / 5% / 7% / 9% o Slammed: CHARGE SLAM deals bonus damage to enemies within half of its 8-meter radius. Cooldown Time: 10 seconds; Total Damage to Troopers: 200 / 220 / 230 / 240 / 250; Heroes: 150 / 170 / 180 / 190 / 200 (BF1) § Bonus Damage: 20 / 30 / 40 / 50 o Furious Resilience: Blaster damage reduction is received while FURIOUS BOWCASTER is active. Ability Duration: 25 seconds. Health Points: 700 / 735 / 770 / 805 / 840; And “Bonus Health”: 850 / 893 / 935 / 978 / 1020; And “Impervious Only: 938 / 985 / 1032 / 1079 / 1126;“Bonus Health” And “Impervious”: 1139 / 1196 / 1253 / 1310 / 1367 § Blaster Damage Reduction: 5% / 10% / 15% / 20% · Han Solo o Broad Shoulders: Damage reduction is received while sprinting with SHOULDER CHARGE. Cooldown Time: 10 seconds; Health Points: 650 / 813 / 845 / 878 / 910 § Damage Reduction: 25% / 30% / 35% / 40% o Sharpshooter's Calm: Decreases SHARPSHOOTER’s time reduction per blaster shot. Cooldown Time: 15 seconds; Duration in Seconds: 3 / 3.3 / 3.45 / 3.6 / 3.75 § Decreased Time Reduction: 10% / 15% / 20% / 25% o Keep Your Head Cool: Every headshot defeat removes all blaster heat. Blaster Overheat: 8 shots. § No Blaster Heat Time in Seconds: 1.0 / 1.5 / 2.0 / 2.5 o Big Bang: After 5 seconds of being attached, DETONITE CHARGE’s 10-meter outer blast radius is extended. Unknown if the 5-meter inner blast radius remains the same or extends as well. Inner Blast radius Damage: 200; Outer Blast Radius Damage: 60; Inner Blast Radius in Meters: 5.5 / 5.75 / 6 / 6.25; Total Blast Radius in Meters: 11 / 11.5 / 12 / 12.5 (BF1; S1) § Extended Blast Radius: 10% / 15% / 20% / 25% o All In: A defeat with SHOULDER CHARGE reduces the cooldown times of all abilities. The effect is permanent until the ability is used again or when defeated. At EPIC rarity, SHOULDER CHARGE’s cooldown time reduces by 75%, while DETONITE CHARGE and SHARPSHOOTER reduces by the values stated below. Without Card by order of mention: 10 seconds; 18 seconds; 15 seconds. EPIC Rarity: 5 seconds; 9 seconds; 7.5 seconds; And “Smuggler’s Wits”: 6 seconds; 10 seconds; 8.5 seconds. (BF1; R1) § Reduced Cooldown Time: 20% / 30% / 40% / 50% o Air Burst: DETONITE CHARGE’s damage increases if it is detonated in the air before attaching itself to a surface. Damage: 200 / 220 / 226 / 232 / 240 § Increased Damage: 10% / 13% / 16% / 20% o Smuggler's Wits: An extra dodge is ready for use. Seconds are added to the cooldown times to DETONITE CHARGE, SHARPSHOOTER, and SHOULDER CHARGE as a result. Without Card by order of mention: 10 seconds; 18 seconds; 15 seconds. EPIC Rarity: 12 seconds; 20 seconds; 17 seconds. § Added Seconds: 3.5 / 3.0 / 2.5 / 2.0 o Heavily Modified Blaster: Reduces the main weapon’s blaster heat. Blaster Shots Before Overheat: 8 / 9 / 9 / 10 / 11 § Blaster Heat Reduction: 10% / 14% / 18% / 25% · Iden Versio o Pulse Cannon Mastery: PULSE CANNON reveals enemies that are hit by it. § Reveal Time in Seconds: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 o Sturdy Shield: Increases DROID SHIELD’s health. Health: 750 / 825 / 848 / 870 / 900 § Increased Health: 10% / 13% / 16% / 20% o Alternative Methods: Decreases the cooldown time of the main weapon’s alternative fire. Cooldown Time: 2.3 / 1.8 / 1.7 / 1.6 / 1.5 § Reduced Cooldown Time: 10% / 15% / 20% / 25% o Shock Reach: Extends STUN DROID’s 25-meter area of effect for searching for viable targets. (BF1; R1) § Extended Area of Effect: 15% / 20% / 25% / 30% o Shield Sustain: Adds seconds to DROID SHIELD’S duration. Duration: 12 / 16 / 17 / 18 / 22 § Added Seconds: 4 / 5 / 6 / 10 o Acquiring Targets: Extends STUN DROID’s area of effect that shocks enemies. (BF1; R1) § Extended Area of Effect: 25% / 30% / 35% / 40% o Shocking Weakness: STUN DROID reveals enemies within 25 meters. § Reveal Time in Seconds: 4 / 6 / 8 / 10 o Droid Batteries: Reduces the cooldown times of STUN DROID and DROID SHIELD. STUN DROID Cooldown Time in Seconds: 20 / 18 / 17 / 16 / 15; DROID SHIELD Cooldown Time in Seconds: 12.0 / 9.0 / 8.5 / 8.0 / 7.5 § Reduced Cooldown Time: 10% / 15% / 20% / 25% o Cooled Blaster: Reduces the main weapon’s blaster heat. Blaster Shots Before Overheat: 48 / 52 / 53 / 55 / 57 § Blaster Heat Reduction: 8% / 10% / 12% / 15% · Lando Calrissian o Disabler Lifetime: Adds seconds to the 25-second duration of DISABLER. Area of Effect: 20 meters; Duration in Seconds: 33 / 35 / 37 / 40 § Added Seconds: 8 / 10 / 12 / 15 o Hot and Cold: Increases maximum base health. Maximum Base Health: 700 / 725 / 750 / 800 § Health Added: 50 / 75 / 100 / 150 o Welcome To Cloud City: This card does nothing. (BF1; R1) o Maximized Efficiency: If three enemies or more are targeted, SHARP SHOT’s cooldown time is reduced. Cooldown Time in Seconds: 12 / 9 / 8.4 / 7.8 / 7.2 § Reduced Cooldown Time: 25% / 30% / 35% / 40% o Buckle Up, Baby: Every enemy trooper defeated or 100 damage points dealt to enemy heroes permanently reduces the main weapon’s blaster heat by 2%. The effect resets after being defeated. Maximum Blaster Shots Possible: 15 / 17 / 18 / 19 / 20 § Maximum Blaster Heat Reduction: 10% / 18% / 26% / 34% o Lingering Smoke: Adds seconds to the 10-second duration of SMOKE GRENADE. Duration in Seconds: 12 / 13 / 14 / 16 § Added Seconds: 2 / 3 / 4 / 6 o Disabler Growth: After 5 seconds of being attached, DISABLER’s 20-meter area of effect is extended. At EPIC rarity, it extends by 25%. Area of Effect in Meters: 23 / 24 / 25 / 26 (S1; YB1) § Extended Area of Effect: ? / ? / ? / 25% OR 15% / 20% / 25% / 30% o Quick Shock: After 5 seconds of being attached, DISABLER’s shock duration of 1.1 seconds is extended. At EPIC rarity, it extends by 20%. Shock Duration in Seconds: 1.265 / 1.32 / 1.375 / 1.43 (S1; YB1) § Extended Shock Duration: ? / ? / ? / 20% OR 15% / 20% / 25% / 30% o Wide Eyed: Extends SHARP SHOT’s 40-meter targeting reach distance. At EPIC rarity, it extends by 40%. Reach Distance in Meters: 50 / 52 / 54 / 56 (S1) § Extended Reach Distance: 25% / 30% / 35% / 40% · Leia Organa o Optimized Shield Deployment: Decreases SQUAD SHIELD’s 20-second cooldown time. At EPIC rarity, it reduces 25%. Ability Duration: 30 seconds. EPIC Rarity: 15 seconds. (S1) § Reduced Cooldown Time: ? / ? / ? / 25% o High Spirit: More health can be regenerated. Health Regeneration: 200 / 225 / 250 / 275 / 300 § Added Health to Regeneration: 25 / 50 / 75 / 100 o Fearless: This card does nothing. (BF1; R1) o Rebel Heart: Damage reduction is received when RAPID FIRE is active. Duration: 8 to 25 seconds; Health Points: 650 / 715 / 748 / 780 / 812.5; And “Stay Together”: 660 / 726 / 759 / 792 / 825 § Damage Reduction: 10% / 15% / 20% / 25% o Stay Together: If two allies or more are within 15 meters, damage reduction is received. Allies also receive this damage reduction. Health Points: 600 / 625 / 636 / 648 / 660 § Damage Reduction: 4% / 6% / 8% / 10% o Handy Device: Removes seconds from THERMAL DETONATORS’ cooldown time. Cooldown Time in Seconds: 13.00 / 12.50 / 12.00 / 11.75 / 11.50 § Removed Seconds: 0.50 / 1.00 / 1.25 / 1.50 o Laser Brain: The main weapon’s alternate fire deals extra damage. Alternate Fire Charge-Up Time: 1.5 seconds; Total Damage: 145 / 165 / 170 / 175 / 180 § Extra Damage: 20 / 25 / 30 / 35 o Relentless Firing: Decreases RAPID FIRE’s time reduction per blaster shot. Cooldown Time: 15 seconds; Duration in Seconds: 8.0 / 10.0 / 10.8 / 11.6 / 12.4 § Decreased Time Reduction: 25% / 35% / 45% / 55% o Shield Durability: Increases SQUAD SHIELD’s health. Health: 3000 / 3300 / 3450 / 3600 / 3750 § Increased Health: 10% / 15% / 20% / 25% · Finn o In Charge: For every enemy trooper defeated or 100 damage points dealt to enemy heroes while UNDERCOVER TEAM is active, 2% damage reduction is permanently received whether UNDERCOVER TEAM is active or not. Any ally within 15 meters also receives this damage reduction. The effect resets after being defeated. Health Points: 600 / 696 / 744 / 780 / 816; With BIG DEAL: 930 / 1079 / 1153 / 1209 / 1265 § Damage Reduction: 16% / 24% / 30% / 36% o Beacon Of Hope: Extends BIG DEAL’s 15-meter radius if two allies are affected. Radius in Meters: 17.25 / 18 / 19.5 / 21 (S1) § Extended Radius: 15% / 20% / 30% / 40% o No More Running: DEADEYE deals extra damage. Minimum Damage: 20 / 25 / 28 / 30 / 22; Maximum Damage: 30 / 35 / 38 / 40 / 42 (R1) § Extra Damage: 5 / 8 / 10 / 12 o Come Get It: Headshots extend BIG DEAL’s duration. Normal Duration: 10 seconds. § Extended Duration: 5% / 9% / 12% / 15% o I Can Do This: Enemies stay revealed for additional seconds after UNDERCOVER TEAM’s duration ends. Area of Effect: 15 meters; Ability Duration: 5 to 25 seconds; Ability Cooldown Time: 15 seconds; Minimum Reveal Time Possible: 8.0 / 9.0 / 9.5 / 10.0; Maximum Reveal Time Possible: 28.0 / 29.0 / 29.5 / 30.0 (S1) § Additional Seconds: 3.0 / 4.0 / 4.5 / 5.0 o Stay Calm: For every enemy defeated and while active, DEADEYE’s duration is extended. Cooldown Time: 15 seconds; Normal Duration: 5 to 25 seconds (S1) § Extended Duration: 15% / 20% / 30% / 40% o One Resistance: If used on three or more allies, BIG DEAL’s cooldown time is reduced. § Reduced Cooldown Time: 15% / 20% / 30% / 40% o Never Going Back: For every enemy defeated and while active, UNDERCOVER TEAM’s duration is extended. Normal Duration: 5 to 25 seconds (R1) § Extended Duration: 15% / 20% / 30% / 40% o Raised To Do One Thing: This card does nothing. (YT6, Timestamp: 6:37-8:48) · Captain Phasma o The More the Better: FIRST ORDER SENTRY DROID’s motor capacity is improved, decreasing the time it takes to make a 6-second full rotation. At EPIC rarity, motors are used at 150% capacity, making the full rotation now 4.5 seconds, a 25% decrease in time. Full Rotation in Seconds: 5.4 / 5.1 / 4.8 / 4.5 (S1, Comment: ajschefflerbackup) § Increased Motor Capacity: 20% / 30% / 40% / 50% o Blaster Inspection: Every enemy defeated permanently reduces the main weapon’s blaster heat by 3%. Any ally within 15 meters also receives this blaster heat reduction. The effect resets after being defeated. Maximum Blaster Shots Possible: 58 / 68 / 72 / 75 / 79; And “Easy Shots”: 77 / 91 / 95 / 100 / 105 § Maximum Blaster Heat Reduction: 18% / 24% / 30% / 36% o Easy Shots: Reduces the main weapon’s blaster heat. Blaster Shots Before Overheat: 48 / 62 / 67 / 72 / 77 (S1) § Blaster Heat Reduction: 30% / 40% / 50% / 60% o Finish Them Off: This card does nothing. (S1; YB1) o Safety First: SURVIVOR gives even more bonus health. Total Bonus Health: 200 / 220 / 240 / 250 / 260; Total Health: 700 / 900 / 920 / 940 / 950 / 960 § Extra Bonus Health: 20 / 40 / 50 / 60 o Laser Wall Durability: Card’s Actual Name: “All for Myself”. After defeating four enemies with STAFF STRIKES, the 20-second cooldown times of SURVIVOR and FIRST ORDER SENTRY DROID are permanently reduced. At EPIC rarity, they reduce by 30%. The effect resets after being defeated. New Cooldown Time: 14 seconds. (S1) § Reduced Cooldown Time: ? / ? / ? / 30% o Come Closer: After defeating three enemies or more while FIRST ORDER SENTRY DROID is active, the shock area of effect is extended. The effect is permanent until the sentry droid is disassembled or destroyed. Total Shock Duration: 0.8 seconds; Shock Area of Effect in Meters: 15.0 / 18.0 / 19.5 / 21.0 / 22.5 (S1) § Extended Shock Area of Effect: 20% / 30% / 40% / 50% o There's No Escape: After shocking an enemy, the next unique individual to get shocked by the FIRST ORDER SENTRY DROID will suffer an extended shock duration. The seconds added are permanent until the sentry droid is disassembled or destroyed. Total Shock Duration in Seconds: 0.8 / 1 / 1.05 / 1.1 / 1.15 (S1) § Seconds Added to Shock Duration: 0.20 / 0.25 / 0.30 / 0.35 o Not Hard Enough: Damage Reduction is received while SURVIVOR is active. Health Points: 900 / 1080 / 1170 / 1260 / 1350; And “Safety First”: 960 / 1152 / 1248 / 1344 / 1440 § Damage Reduction: 20% / 30% / 40% / 50% · BB-8 o Self Repairs: More health can be regenerated. Health Regeneration: 300 / 325 / 350 / 375 / 400 § Added Health to Regeneration: 25 / 50 / 75 / 100 o Shielded Roll: Damage reduction is received while ROLLING CHARGE is active. Cooldown Time: 10 seconds; Health Points: 650 / 845 / 910 / 975 / 1040 § Damage Reduction: 30% / 40% / 50% / 60% o Headfirst: ROLLING CHARGE deals extra damage. Cooldown Time: 10 seconds; Damage to Troopers: 200 / 220 / 225 / 235 / 240; Damage to Heroes: 150 / 170 / 175 / 180 / 190; With RESISTANCE BACKING to Troopers: 210 / 231 / 236 / 247 / 252; With RESISTANCE BACKING to Heroes: 158 / 179 / 184 / 189 / 200; And “Uncover” to Troopers: 235 / 259 / 264 / 276 / 282; And “Uncover” to Heroes: 176 / 200 / 206 / 212 / 223 § Extra Damage: 20 / 25 / 35 / 40 o Whirlwind: CABLE SPIN deals extra damage. Area of Effect is also extended. Ability Duration: 8 seconds; Damage per 0.3 Seconds: 45 / 47 / 49 / 51 / 53; Total Damage: 1170 / 1222 / 1274 / 1326 / 1378; With RESISTANCE BACKING per 0.3 Seconds: 47 / 49 / 51 / 54 / 56; With RESISTANCE BACKING Total: 1229 / 1283 / 1338 / 1392 / 1447; And “Uncover” per 0.3 Seconds: 53 / 55 / 58 / 60 / 62; And “Uncover” Total: 1375 / 1436 / 1497 / 1558 / 1619; Area of Effect in Meters: 5 / 5.5 / 6.0 / 6.5 / 7.0 § Extra Damage per 0.3 Seconds: 2 / 4 / 6 / 8 § Extended Area of Effect in Meters: 0.5 / 1.0 / 1.5 / 2.0 https://preview.redd.it/4he3tdhsly0d1.jpg?width=225&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=15df742a6722d8ab68dbf6db1dc239b3029a5e6f o Spared Batteries: For every three enemy troopers defeated or 300 damage points dealt to enemy heroes, 1 damage point is permanently added to basic attack damage. As a bonus, if an enemy hero is thrown off a ledge using ROLLING CHARGE and they die from the void within 3 seconds, the extra attack damage will be increased to the maximum value possible. The effect resets after being defeated. Basic Attack Damage: 29 / 31 / 33 / 35 / 36; With RESISTANCE BACKING: 30 / 33 / 35 / 37 / 38; And “Uncover”: 34 / 36 / 39 / 41 / 42 (S1) § Maximum Extra Damage: 2 / 4 / 6 / 7 o Spinner: Hitting the number of enemies stated below with CABLE SPIN removes seconds from the following cooldown time. Cooldown Time in Seconds: 25 / 21 / 19 / 17 / 15 § Number of Enemies: 4 / 3 / 2 / 2 § Removed Seconds: 4 / 6 / 8 / 10 o Trusty Droid: If an enemy revealed by RESISTANCE BACKING is defeated, allies nearby will regenerate health. [Unknown if it is health regeneration per second or health gained as bonus health] § Area of Effect in Meters: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 § Extra Health: 5 / 7 / 10 / 12 o Uncover: Even more damage weakness is received to enemies revealed by RESISTANCE BACKING. Area of Effect: 20 meters; Duration: 12 seconds; Cooldown Time: 18 seconds; Damage Weakness: 5% / 10% / 12.5% / 15% / 17.5%; Basic Attack Damage per 0.3 Seconds: 29 / § Additional Damage Weakness: 5% / 7.5% / 10% / 12.5% o Roll Together: Adds additional percentage reduction to the already 6% reduced cooldown time of allies' abilities through SWIFT REACTION. Total Reduced Cooldown Time: 11% / 15% / 18% / 21% (R1; S1) § Additional Reduced Cooldown Time: 5% / 9% / 12% / 15% · BB-9E o Full Reconstruction: More health can be regenerated. Health Regeneration: 250 / 275 / 300 / 325 / 350 § Added Health to Regeneration: 25 / 50 / 75 / 100 o Hearty Exhaust: SMOKE SCREEN’s area of effect is extended. Duration: 12 seconds; Cooldown Time: 18 seconds; Area of Effect: 30 / 31 / 31.3 / 31.6 / 32 § Extended Area of Effect in Meters: 1.0 / 1.3 / 1.6 / 2.0 o I See You: Enemies stay revealed for additional seconds after SMOKE SCREEN’s 12-second duration ends. Area of Effect: 30 meters; Cooldown Time: 18 seconds; Reveal Time: 14.5 / 15.0 / 15.5 / 16.0 (S1) § Additional Seconds: 2.5 / 3.0 / 3.5 / 4.0 o Spin Me Round: SHOCK SPIN pushes enemies 4 meters away. Seconds are added to its cooldown time as a result. Initial Damage: 90 damage; Normal Cooldown Time: 25 seconds; New Cooldown Time in Seconds: 25 / 31 / 30 / 29 / 28 § Added Seconds: 6 / 5 / 4 / 3 o Linked Systems: For every four shocks with shock prod, 1 damage point is permanently added to basic attack damage. The effect resets after being defeated. Basic Attack Damage per 0.3 Seconds: 24 / 26 / 28 / 30 / 32 (S1) § Maximum Extra Damage: 2 / 4 / 6 / 8 o Faster, Faster!: If SHOCK SPIN hits the number of enemies stated below, its damage will be doubled. Duration: 8 seconds; Cooldown Time: 25 seconds; Normal Damage per 0.8 Seconds: 30; Total Damage: 270; Double: 540. § Number of Enemies: 5 / 4 / 3 / 2 o Supercharged: CHARGE UP’s Area of Effect is extended. Duration: 5 Seconds; Cooldown Time: 15 seconds; Area of Effect in Meters: 20 / 24 / 25 / 26 / 27 § Extended Area of Effect in Meters: 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 o Swift Power: Removes seconds from CHARGE UP’s cooldown time. Duration: 5 Seconds; Cooldown Time in Seconds: 15 / 13 / 12 / 11 / 10 § Removed Seconds: 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 o Potent Bacta: BACTA SUPPORT’s Area of Effect is extended. Seconds are added to its cooldown time as a result. Area of Effect in Meters: 7 / 8 / 8.5 / 9 / 9.5; Seconds Health Is Gained: 0.8 / 3.8 / 3.8 / 2.8 / 2.8 § Extended Area of Effect in Meters: 1.0 / 1.5 / 2.0 / 2.5 § Added Seconds: 3 / 3 / 2 / 2 CATEGORIZED BY COLOR https://preview.redd.it/1pk441gyky0d1.png?width=809&format=png&auto=webp&s=1459b21033cf7a8b3fd549122f11c70f2e1e80ad NOTES · The EPIC rarity is only stated in the card description if it is a different value than shown in-game. · All Star Card descriptions were rewritten to be unilateral and have similar explanations. The names of heroes and second-person pronouns were avoided. · Clearer antonyms are used: increased/decreased; extended/reduced. o Increase/decrease suggests a progression in size, amount, or numbers (like adding/subtracting health, damage, stamina drain, and sprint speed). o Extend/reduce suggests a change made to a value or number (like percentages for time, distance, and blaster heat). · Damage Reduction is received; health points are regained. · To avoid confusion, the term increased cooldown speed and increased recharge time (which uses percentage increased) is avoided. To keep all related effects as close in description as possible: extended/reduced cooldown time (still percentage) is the simplest way to describe the effect without changing the in-game number values. · Extra damage is damage added to ability; bonus damage is situational. · Some values were rounded to whole numbers to reflect in-game values. Such are health points, damage points, and blaster overheat. As a result, though noticeably small, the actual values in-game may be a little off when it comes to stacked values (like stacking damage reduction) and are yet to be tested. · Some stats between the BF2 wiki and SammyBoiii’s Hero Guides differ in stats; however, they agree for the most part and usually differ by units less than a second. · Feel free to pick any hero and test out the stats yourself. The more accurate stats we have, the better we can use them. · Question Marks are unknown values. If you happen to know them or calculate the value, feel free to share them. Video proof seems to always work best. · I personally feel that being open to the intricacies of every star card and ability is the best way to go and should not be considered an exploit. Everyone should know what’s happening when the enemy team starts using these game-changers (and there are many people who do), and best enabling them to learn how to counter it. In the end, understanding these little details leads to a more competitive and playable battlefront. · Although not too often, some of the supposed up-to-date references below contradict each other; I had to make a final choice without having the time to test them. · Getting all these stats was a hard-earned headache in the end. Feel free to correct any discrepancies you may find! REFERENCES BF1 BF2 Community on Fandom [Most stats taken from here] https://battlefront.fandom.com/wiki/Heroes_and_Villains R1 These are ALL the Broken Hero Star Cards (u/RogueZeroRendar on Reddit) https://www.reddit.com/StarWarsBattlefront/comments/gcyh0these_are_all_the_broken_hero_star_cards/ R2 Hero Star Cards that are broken in a “beneficial way”? (u/T-RevLynn on Reddit) https://www.reddit.com/StarWarsBattlefront/comments/ub797m/hero_star_cards_that_are_broken_in_a_beneficial/ R3 Hero Star Card Guide (u/ MAshby1001 on Reddit) https://www.reddit.com/StarWarsBattlefront/comments/pmf1b5/hero_star_card_guide/ R4 Damage stats for every trooper, hero and reinforcement in BF2 (u/ImpecableBunny on Reddit) [To Confirm Stats] https://www.reddit.com/StarWarsBattlefront/comments/15bvq7z/damage_stats_for_every_trooper_hero_and/#lightbox R5 Grievous strikes again (u/Accomplished_Ebb1545 on Reddit) [“Jedi Killer” Secondary Effect] https://www.reddit.com/StarWarsBattlefront/comments/1610bg5/grievous_strikes_again/ S1 All Broken Hero Starcards in BF2 (By shuds and Shineberg on Steam) https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=3024044483 YB1 SWBF2 Guide to Hero/Villain Stats (By jmorga3) [To Confirm Stats; Found this list after finishing my list, consider it a simplified version] https://www.yekbot.com/swbf2-guide-to-hero-villain-stats/ YT1 Star Cards Breakdown (@KillerDebit on YouTube) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KtoW9-Eb-QU&list=PLwVdQ5vamLGbW4srkAHahjSYp7qayFb88 YT2 Every hidden/actual star card effect on battlefront 2 (@Picos on YouTube) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EZb-iNSpFrM YT3 Battlefront 2 has 17 Star Cards that DON’T WORK (or are useless)… DO NOT USE THESE! (@Battlefront Knight on YouTube) [OUTDATED, BUT USEFUL COMMENT SECTION] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CQNIOHv-yxA YT4 SammyBoiii: Star Wars Hero Guides [Stats also taken from here] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q9yGv_5YaeI&list=PLMe4n3PD17TRrp_7adLtTblLCDmZeygZm YT5 Every Broken Hero Card In Battlefront 2 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V0H70XpXI24 YT6 Star Wars Battlefront 2 Testing 5 USELESS Star Cards And Proving That They Don't Work! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kBF4kRo6Y88 |