#OPERATION REVIVAL

[the-clawtake]

Keptin Donncheadhn Mac a Phearsain was glowering as he climbed out of the simulator pod, radiating fury in the manner that only an angry Celt can.

The training sequence was supposed to be difficult; He had known that going in. The Överstehad called him into his office, and in breach of a dozen regulations, had shown him the intelligence briefings from the Periphery.

It was not just rumours. Someone, or some thing, had been systemically annihilating the pirate bands, and while normally this would be cause for celebration, no nation or mercenary band had claimed credit.

It was an unknown, and unknowns were dangerous.

So. Training had been ramped up. Donncheadhn had had one of his old Resistance buddies, one of their few tech whizzes still kicking about, fiddle with the records. The unit’s excercise scores were low. They had to improve, or demerits all round.

Of course, this new Löjtnanthad seen the adjusted scores before his transfer. And was new to his rank, and full of himself, and saw no reason why he should listen to a foreigner even though that foreigner outranked him.

Donncheadhn was glad it had just been a sim. If it had been a live-fire exercise, someone would be dead.

He stalked over to the Löjtnant’s pod, waited with his arms crossed and his foot tapping as it finished going through the shutdown procedure and that hatch hissed open.

“What in the hell was that, Kavallerist!” he demanded. He didn’t shout. It might have been better if he had.

“You were ignoring an opening. I took it.” The youngster barely looked old enough to shave, to Donncheadhn’s wizened eye.

“You were under orders. You disobeyed them.” Donncheadhn’s voice was cold and hard, but the Löjtnant noticed only the lack of heat.

“Under orders from a glorified mercenary.” he shot back, and Donncheadhn’s eyebrows rose.

“How old are you, Lad?” He asked, tone deceptively soft.

“Twenty-one.” The Löjtnant sounded confused, but remained defiant.

“I. Have been fighting for Rasalhague longer than you’ve been alive, Boy.” Donncheadhn’s voice was increasing in volume.

“I have fought Lyrans for Rasalhague. I have fought the Combine and the Ronin for Rasalhague.” He leaned in close. “I have fought Pirates and Mercenaries and OTHER RASALHAGUERS for the Republic.” He straightened back. His gaze scanned the simulator room. Other Pilots were climbing out of their pods, and officers and cadets were gathered in the briefing room where they had been watching the exercise. Now they were plastered to the big window, watching the commotion below.

“I was three years before I saw a single Krona for the blood I shed for the Republic. So don’t you go calling me a Mercenary, Lad. Or you’ll answer for it.” That last was back to cold and hard, with as little mercy as a polar sea.

Donncheadhn spun a slow circle, taking in his assembled audience.

“You’ve all heard the rumours. Something is picking of Pirates in the periphery, and nobody seems to ken who’s doing it. If they come for us, we need to be ready. And that means training. That means following your orders. And most importantly it means learning from them as have the experience to know what it’s like to fight in a real war.”

He leaned back in close to the luckless Löjtnant,

“And here, that means me, laddie-o”

[operationrevival]

CHAPTER 1

tumblr annihilated the quality.

I’m mentally dying on the inside why am I doing this at 12AM listening to CG5

also my wrist hurts.

[clumsypuppy]

fellow apprentices!!

[maybebitterxox]

The pitch for Buffy The Vampire Slayer was probably just “What if there was a girl who could kill vampires. And she can Never Catch A Fucking Break”

[noven-warsh]

imagine if the festival has a catchphrase or is titled with something related to death (like how the sushi place where denji was shown nayuta's head was catchphrased "death by sushi") and the death devil arrives there

[artbway11]

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[notbroadwaybound]

Got to pay a prorated rent rate today and immediately splurged half the savings on theatre tickets so here is what I'm seeing in London next month! I so appreciate how much cheaper theatre tickets are in London (and yes lmao I did make a whole spreadsheet to figure out what was playing what days to maximize shows)

[shuvva]

tfw you keep accidentally making your characters plural-coded through different forms of transhumanism, multiple timeline, and supernatural/possession shit

[sins-slender-mansion]

Entry 0: Slenderman and the Mansion

04/03/2024

It has come to my attention that the man himself, the big boss, the operator, the most evil creature alive, has not been properly observed and detailed since [redacted] . As a result I have brought it upon myself to make a detailed entry on his existence, to warn others of him and hopefully deter them from seeking him out in the near future.

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Slenderman Status: Alive Age: Unknown Species: Unknown Danger: Lethal, DO NOT APPROACH Appearance: A very tall, thin humanoid creature, capping at about 14 feet, with a featureless white face. It appears to be wearing a tuxedo but that may just be the way his skin patterns appear. It grows tentacles when angered or threatened. The creature seems to be as old as evil itself. It can manipulate people by breaking into their minds and planting fearful ideas in their brains. You know that it is nearby due to the static it emits, and sometimes it can even mess with depth perception and cause other visual problems. If you are ever left alone with this creature, you should stay quiet, avoid 'eye' contact, and appear as small and as meek as possible. It hates when people talk back, and is not above torturing someone simply for getting on his nerves. Its origin is unknown, however its purpose is. It exists purely to destroy the creature known as ZALGO. Slenderman exists to build an army to destroy Zalgo once and for all. It will go through as many proxies, as many killers, as many soldiers as it takes to build the proper army to take down Zalgo. It is unknown what happens after Zalgo is defeated. For now though, all that matters to Slenderman is that it gathers as many weapons as it can. End entry 0

Entry 0.5 04/03/2024

The Slender Mansion (Wisconsin Location) Status: Slightly damaged, still standing Age: Unknown Species: N/A Danger: Safe Appearance: A very large mid century gothic mansion built in the middle of a massive clearing found deep in the mid Wisconsin forests. It is huge, meant to house upwards of 25 people at a time. The interior seems to change and twist but that could be the effects of its inhabitants. If you stumble onto this mansion, give up. You can't leave now, they already know you're there. The interior, usually, consists of 3 floors, a basement, and an attic. The bottom floor holds the kitchen, living room, den, and library, as well as two small emergency medical rooms. There are three bathrooms, usually used for post mission clean up. The middle floor holds most of the bedrooms that the residents reside in, as well as two full bathrooms, one on each side of the floor. The top floor holds Slenderman's quarters, Tim, Brian, and Kate's rooms, as well as 'the safe', where all guest data and files are stored. The bedrooms on this floor have their own attached bathrooms as full closets. The basement is where hazing and body storage is, as well as emergency resources. The attic is for extra storage and extra guest facilities. The mansion, or manor, or house, depending on who you ask, did not exist until Slenderman needed it. It was built under mysterious circumstances by an unknown crew, and there are 6 others just like it scattered across the country, but remain unoccupied at the moment. They are used as emergency escape routes, and nothing more. A backdoor in case someone contacts authorities. The Wisconsin Slender Manor, its technical name, has a barrier created by Slenderman that protects the house and residents from outside authoritative forces. It's like a blank mind field. Once someone who is not connected to the Project enters and exits, they do not remember what happened in the time they were there. However, once that field is left, if something happens outside of the property, it can be recorded and identified by police. This mansion is extremely important to the Project, as it houses the man himself and all his little minions. Use EXTREME caution when going anywhere near its location. End Entry 0.5

"And it was I that brought you here, but it was you who chose to stay."

[wheelercore]

Theory with no coherent proof on my part: brenner only visibly ages rapidly when a portal is open.

[the-clawtake]

Trial of Position

As he went through the startup procedure on his Viper, Cadet Jehan let his mind drift back to his briefing.

“The Warden cause has lost, and Clan Ghost Bear has successfully trialed for a place in Operation: Revival” His Ursari had told him. “Your Sibko will be the last to graduate in time for a place in our triumphant return to Terra.”

He remembered the thrill those words had sent through him as he shivered in the cold morning air.

“As such, we are doing something for your Trial of Position.” He had carefully controlled his response to that as she went one. “You and your fellows will be undergoing them in the Tseng-Jorgensson Training Ground, on the southern continent here on Strana Mechty.” He knew the area, they had performed several exercises there after arriving on the planet. Twenty-five square kilometers of mixed tundra and boreal forest, dotted with lakes that would be frozen at this time of year.

“As usual, you will undergo the trail with another cadet. You will both start at opposite ends of the training ground. Three opponents will await each of you, to be fought in sequence. Their positions will be marked as nav points.”

She had leaned in close for her final pronouncement.

“Do well, Cadet, and there will be a place in Operation Revival for you.”

Now, the fusion reactor was humming beneath him, the battle computer announcing in a monotone voice that the reactor was online, the sensors were online, the weapons were online. All systems were nominal.

He checked the readouts manually anyway, then confirmed his weapons groupings. His ‘mech was configured in the Prime variant, with two medium pulse lasers, a four tube srm pod, and twin .50 calibre machine guns. A lighter loadout than most Omnimechs in it’s weight category, but it made up for it with speed and armour.

He eased the throttle forward, carrying the ‘mech out of the hangar and into the swirling snow. That would complicate things.

He glanced down at the map screen with it’s wire-frame topography and marked nav points, manipulating the view with his free hand. His own opponents, according to the Nav were in a rough semi-circle, spaced around a kilometer and three quarters apart, the closest being about 2 kilometers away to the west north-west, his hangar being at the southern end of the training zone.

Visibility was considerably lower than that. He set off into the snow, slowly at first, then picking up the pace as he grew used to the uncertain footing. Here and there he could see what was either low hills or deep drifts, and he resolved to avoid them.

The wide dog-leg he took of his first opponent took him into the trees, and he came in on the Nav from the North.

His first opponent was in a clearing. He didn’t recognize the burly-looking build, and the drifting snow meant his battle computer was unable to get an idea, but it was obvious that the main threat was the missile pod up on the right shoulder. It was big for a light ‘Mech, twelve or fifteen tubes at least.

He carefully settled his targetting caret on it, and then toggled his comms to the open band.

“This is Cadet Jehan, piloting the Viper Prime. I offer challenge to the Warrior in the light ‘Mech at Nav Point Alpha.”

He shifted his direction of travel to pass behind the other ‘mech, twisting the torso to keep his weapons trained on the missile pod and watched the rangefinder.

The numbers were blinking in and out, the snow interfering with the lidar. But it seemed to be about 300 meters. He slammed his throttle open to full, accelerating to his maximum speed of almost 130 kilometers an hour. Powder flew up behind him in a swirl, and he felt his mech stagger and slip before recovering.

“This is Warrior Edgar, in the Howler at Nav Alpha. Challenge Accepted. In this solemn matter let no man interfere.”

The Howler was turning to the source of the transmission, to meet Jehan’s charge, but slowly, so slowly.

Before it could bring it’s targetting systems to bear, the range was under 250 meters, and Jehan opened up with his SRMs and his pulse lasers.

One missile hit the right arm.

One tracked up and hit the side of the missile pod, and then the lasers did the same.

The whole right side of the Howler collapsed, armour, arm, missile pod.

The battle computer was showing an entry for it now, and the only weapons had been the missile pod.

“Your weapon systems are disabled. I offer hegira.” Jehan transmitted on the open comm.

“Accepted. Do not think your next opponent will be so taken in.” Edgar’s voice was filled with anger and frustration. “I will not forget this, Cadet.”

Jehan made sure his comm channel was closed and then let out a short bark of laughter, before turning towards the next opponent.

[alteredsilicone]

me when I need new Warframe OCs: goes to my super old original-original OCs and reinvents them

[operationrevival]

get ready u sillies

idk who gonna see this, prob not that many tho, but im working hard on an animation and THEN im working on comics :3

[a-godman]

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[schoolofuncommonprophets]

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[samirahmed125]

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