#Remote fleet monitoring

[daintilyultimateslayer]

mobile service management

Installation and commissioning of Network Infrastructure

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By leveraging Etaprise FSM software, telcos can transform the installation and commissioning of network infrastructure from a complex logistical challenge into a streamlined and efficient process, ultimately leading to faster service delivery, improved customer satisfaction, and cost savings. Here is how.

Planning and Scheduling:

Efficient work order management: Etaprise FSM software creates and tracks work orders, ensuring technicians have the right tasks, equipment, and materials assigned to them.

Optimized scheduling: Algorithms consider technician skill sets, location, and workload, minimizing travel time and maximizing resource utilization.

Real-time updates: Changes in plans or delays are instantly communicated to all stakeholders, ensuring everyone is on the same page.

Improved Field Operations:

Mobile access to work orders and documentation: Technicians have instant access to all necessary information on their mobile devices, eliminating paper-based processes and reducing errors.

Digital checklists and procedures: Etaprise FSM software guides technicians through installation and commissioning steps with step-by-step checklists, ensuring consistency and accuracy.

Automated reporting and data capture: Data on progress, equipment usage, and potential issues is automatically collected for reporting and analysis.

Enhanced Collaboration and Communication:

Real-time communication with supervisors: Technicians can easily report progress, request assistance, and share updates with supervisors in real-time.

Improved customer communication: Customers can track technician arrival times and receive updates on the installation progress through self-service portals and notifications.

Streamlined knowledge sharing: Etaprise FSM platforms can integrate with knowledge bases and training materials, enabling technicians to easily access relevant information and best practices.

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[automotiveera]

Smart Shipping Containers Market Will Touch USD 15,341.5 Million by 2030

The smart shipping container market was USD 3,971.2 million in 2022, and it will touch USD 15,341.5 million, propelling at a 18.4% compound annual growth rate, by 2030.

The growth of the industry is mainly attributed to the temperature regulation, enhance security measures, and real-time GPS tracking capabilities these containers offer. Moreover, because of the quick technological advancements in AI, IoT, big data analysis, and communication, the industry will further advance in the years to come.

Based on offering, the hardware category accounted for the largest smart shipping container market share, approximately 50%, and it will advance at the highest growth rate in coming years, because of the widespread adoption of various components for tracking and monitoring applications.

Based on technology, the industry is dominated by GPS due to its role in package monitoring and tracking.

Moreover, the quick implementation of the Bluetooth Low Energy (BLE) technology is because of the rising IoT devices implementation, which necessitates effective communication.

Additionally, the long-range wide area network (LoRa WAN) category will advance at the highest rate in the years to come. This is mainly because of the benefit of LoRa WAN as compared to other technologies, for instance, BLE and Wi-Fi.

Based on vertical, the food & beverage category will advance at the highest compound annual growth rate, of over 20%. This is attributed to the growing requirement for packaged food and perishable. Individuals are shifting their focus towards ready-to-eat food from homemade food, which is boosting the requirement for smart marine transportation solutions for edibles.

In 2022, the smart shipping containers industry is led by Europe, with a share of approximately 40%. This is because of the existence of numerous major industry players providing enhanced software and IoT sensors integrated hardware for effective analytics of data.

[revelboo]

Feel Like Rain Pt 2

IDW Ratchet x Reader

• Servos lingering on your throat, on the feel of your pulse there, he knows it’s not enough. He’s not enough. While he’d gotten your temperature down, you’re shivering now, your cheek and arm an angry red where you were out there so long. Wheeljack and his human had left him alone after returning with the news that none of the humans knew anything even remotely useful. An artist, an interior designer, a paralegal assistant and the rest equally useless to him. So he’d had to resort to the human’s own information network, trying to dig through conflicting remedies when you might not have the time to spare, because he just doesn’t know. “You’re not dying on me,” he mutters to you, servos touching your cheek.

• Everything hurts. Your whole body one pulsing ache. But then there’s the feel of your head being lifted and a cup against your lips. Someone allowing you a tiny amount of water when your throat is so dry you want to reach up and tilt it more, drink until you can’t. “Not so much,” the deep voice rolls over you as the cup is lowered. Wanting to protest, but unable to do more than make a ragged noise. Your limbs are leaden and useless when you try to move, unable to even open your eyes as you drift in and out. Fleeting moments of clarity tied to that gentle voice murmuring to you. Giving you something to focus on beside the pain, wanting to cling to that voice as you feel a gentle touch against your temple, then on your wrist.

• “Shh, I know,” he growls, binding your broken bones and trying to shut out the broken sounds you make. Not really awake, but alert enough to register when he gently lines the tiny bones back up. Those noises hurting him as he works. He’d given up and mass shifted to handle your tiny form, because his normal size? You’re just too small. “There.” Brushing your hair back from your face, he vents tiredly and sits beside you. Afraid that if he mass shifts back, he won’t be able to do it again so soon if you need him. And it’s strange to see normal things from this point of view. Feeling uneasy as he watches First Aid putting things away, the bot so much bigger than he is now. This is how the humans must feel all the time around Cybertronians. Helpless.

• That voice is whispering to you, giving you something to keep your mind from drifting. Those hands are so warm and gentle as they find your pulse and monitor it. A doctor? Details are fuzzy, but you remember the wreck, struggling to get free and slowly realizing that you’re pinned. Screaming for help until your throat was raw and you’d realized no one was coming. Someone had, though. Someone had seen you, saving your life. When those kind hands lift from your wrist, you manage to reach out. Fingers brushing his, wanting to beg the owner of that voice not to leave you alone. Your heart racing until that warm hand finds yours and holds it. Telling you that you’re going to be okay and you believe him.

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[shra-vasti]

ENHYPEN MASTERLIST:

⊹LEE HEESEUNG⊹

→ | THE BESOTTED PAINTER'S PARADOX |

SYNOPSIS: You dreamed of him first, a boy with tired eyes and a smile that felt like home. Night after night, he returned, and your heart knew him before your mind did. You started painting him, unable to shake the feeling that he was more than just a dream, and to quiet down the feeling of him being too real. Your friends always nag you for falling in love with someone who didn't even exist. But then, one day, you bumped into him. He is real, breathing, and staring back at you as you call out his name.

Only... how did you know his name when he'd never met you before?

→ | WAY BACK HOME |

SYNOPSIS: You're meeting your ex, Heeseung, after 2 years of breaking up with him. And sitting in front of him brought back so many memories you tried to keep hidden.

⊹PARK JONGSEONG⊹

→ | I DON'T LIKE YOUR GIRLFRIEND | PART 2

SYNOPSIS: A fleeting encounter with Park Jay at a high school party leaves a quiet imprint on your then broken heart. Years later, you find him again, now as an icy guitarist of the campus boy band, HYPHENIX. You never spoke again, but you remembered his eyes, his words, his presence and how he lingered at the back of your mind years after. You wanted to reach for him, but he was so far, popular, untouchable that you decided to pour your heart to him in secret, until the secret was revealed but someone else claimed it before you could.

Or in which you pour your heart into anonymous letters for the cold, distant guitarist, Jay, only to watch your best friend claim every word as her own.

⊹SIM JAEYUN⊹

→ | DESIRE: UNLEASH, UNRAVEL, UNMASK |

SYNOPSIS: When you are assigned as a psychiatric nurse in a quiet, unsettling and remote town, you expected lonesome, boredom even, and not the creeping sense that something was wrong. Then you are asked to temporarily monitor Sim Jake, a long term patient, when his regular nurse takes sudden leave. At first he's just another case for you, then you started noticing strange behaviors unfolding within the hospital walls, and now you're not just questioning your patient's mental state, you begin to question what's real, what's hidden and if you're turly safe.

⊹PARK SUNGHOON⊹

→ | BE THERE FOR YOU |

SYNOPSIS : You love your two best friends with your whole heart. The three of you have been inseparable since middle school, bound by laughter, secrets, and a promise to always stand by each other through thick and thin. So why does a strange, bitter feeling rises in your stomach every time they laugh a little too loudly together, their eyes meeting in ways that make you feel like the outsider? You try to shake it off. It's nothing. Right?

Or in which you're stuck in a love triangle with your two best friends.

(Fyi: this page is dedicated to writing about ENHA's hyung line only)

[kortac-sweetheart]

it's hot. it's way, waaaay too hot to be normal. you feel like you're dying. sure in reality it might be hyperbole but that's sure what it feels like. is this how it's supposed to be? god, this is terrible.

you don't even have the strength to open your eyes, limbs leaden and throat dry. someone's running a hand over your face... it's cool. a welcome relief from the heat no matter how fleeting.

"the first is always the most intense...poor thing..." keegan can only shake his head, sighing as he stands to fetch a cold compress. logan is left alone with you, sat on the far edge of the bed in fear of worsening your heat. his eyes flicker worriedly between you and keegan, wringing his hands anxiously.

"you sure they'll be fine?" it seems like keegan is only able to sigh today.

"positive. never seen one this intense though. but the only thing we can do is monitor them and wait it out unfortunately."

at that moment you cry out in pain, writhing on the bed and it hurts them, feeling like they got stabbed in the heart.

keegan kneels besides where you lie on the bed, grasping your weak hand in his and keeping his voice low.

"shhh, sugar. it's ok... you're gonna be alright. tell us what you need if you can.." he gently tucks a sweaty strand of hair behind you ear, hand moving to hold your weak one. he's worriedly chewing on his lips, and logan has never seen him like this before.

it's... scary. yes, it's scary seeing keegan so worried. he always had things under control and to see him now, it's unsettling.

he's snapped out of his reverie when you cry, barely even able to form words.

"a--alpha.. lo-- (pant) logan..." your face scrunches up in pain again as another wave of searing heat washes over you. they give each other a confused look for a second, you were in absolutely no physical condition to do anything remotely intimate.

"what do you need from him sweetheart? go on, tell him." he urges you further, and it's like logan's body moves on it's own, now sat next to you instead of the bed's edge.

"(pant) hold-- hold me... please..?" you barely manage to wrench your eyelids open to look at him. or rather, what you think is him. everything's blurry and fuzzy around the edges, and only a second passes before they're closed again.

as if he could deny you of such a thing.

he moves on instinct, lying down on his side next to you and pulling you in. he gently maneuvers your head to rest on his bicep, face buried in his neck and right near his scent gland.

(your skin is nearly searing him through his clothes, but he'll endure anything for you.)

his other arm holds your back, anchoring you to him and as his legs intertwine with yours it's like you can finally breath again. your tense muscles relax, ache bleeding from your body as you breath him in.

he smells like dewy cool night air, the kind that lingers after a particularly intense rain shower. there's also the scent of freshly laundered linen, there's no particular detergent smell but it still smells clean, an almost papery quality to it. also that kiss of oakmoss and leather, the kind that's worn-- it brings a little earthy goodness to his scent. and to top it off, there's always a sort of gunpowder smell clinging to him. whether it's actually a part of his scent, or it's permanently rubbed off on him from work you'll never know.

his scent lessens the burden of your heat, skin once burning hot to the touch now merely warm. logan sighs, a relieved one this time.

the hand on your back slowly creeps up to pet your head, his heart clenching happily as you sweetly lean into his touch.

"feel a little better, hm? that's good, you're doing good, sweetness." logan can't resist the urge to coo at you, carding a hand through your still sweaty locks. you take a moment to nuzzle into him a little before turning your attention to keegan.

the edges of his silhouette are still a little fuzzy, but the concern is still clear as day on his handsome face.

"doin' better sweetheart? need anything else? i'll fetch it for you." he's already halfway off the bed before you can answer him.

"no-- no, just... can you hold me, too? please, keegan?" that little "please, keegan?" has him falling for you all over again (quite literally), nearly uncharacteristically tripping over his feet to hold you.

in an instant he's also laying on his side, right behind you; chest pressed to your back, and his leg on top of yours' and logan's. his arm wraps around you and logan, pulling the two of you closer as he nuzzles into the back of your head.

you relax even further when you smell keegan's scent.

he smells like ripe, late summer blackberries. sugary, saccharine, and juicy ones macerated with fresh bundles of rosemary and english lavender. there's also a cool refreshing quality, like a cup of sweetened southern ice tea after a long day. and to top it all of with a bouquet of sweet german chamomile and a grounding kiss of myrrh.

his scent feels like it seeps into your bones, replacing that accursed heat with a mentholated touch. your head tilts back a little and bumps into keegan's shoulder, all too eager to smell more of that addicting sugary blackberry scent you've come to adore. it pulls a chuckle from the both of them.

"now now, slow down there sweet thing. you'll get a crick in your neck if you keep that up. you can smell more of me later--just rest up for now, alright?" keegan's palm leaves logan's back to firmly rub up and down your arm, shoulder to elbow, over and over again.

you want to whine, but ultimately he's right (like always), so you huff, settling down sandwiched comfortably between them.

"will do... (yawwwwn) g'night logan... g'night keegs...love..you" sleepily nuzzling your face into logan's chest once more before your breathing evens out.

"good night, sugar."

"night, sweetheart."

"we love you too."

they know you can't hear them, but they say it anyway.

[loveanalyst]

CALEB'S INDESCRETION

SUMMARY: This is a reimagining of what happened after lockdown was lifted in Skyhaven. It now takes place in MC's bedroom at Caleb's house rather than the Livingroom. Will MC stay with Caleb, or go back to Linkon? It’s up to you to decide. 

NOTE: This story starts with scripts from “Homecoming Wings” 2-9 and 2-10. Italicized text are direct quotes from the game. 

Word Count: 13k

Warnings: Non-con! Smut! Misuse of Evol! Rape! Non-Con to Con. Stockholm Syndrome...ish...

18+

A/N: This is my first FanFic in over 10 years! Some of the fics here have encouraged me to try my hand at writing again. Smut is a helluva way to start right? Lmao! I hope you all like it!

Orange is Caleb: Blue is MC

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Caleb sets you down on the couch.

Sit first, we need to treat your wound. 

He reaches for a first aid kit.

“Is the colonel ordering me around? Or is Caleb worried about me?”

Do you remember that injured cat you brought back home? Back when we were kids. 

He unzips the bag and pulls out the tools needed to treat your knee. 

We kept it in the backyard. But that cat always kept trying to run away before it fully recovered.

I don’t want to Listen to this.”

Caleb's brow furrows and you suddenly feel an intense pressure on your body. Its like being covered in a weighted blanket that’s 3xs heavier than you. You can hardly move. Caleb is using his Evol to keep you still. 

Do you want to know what I did in response?

He holds your leg in his hand and begins to cleanse the reopened wound. 

 I got a collar with a bell. I put it on the cat. That way, it couldn’t escape without being noisy. 

He stares daggers into you as he says this, then he continues.

If I had  that kind of bell right now…I should make you wear it, right?

His hand gently runs the length of your leg down to your ankle before letting go. When he does, the pressure also lifts. You’re free. 

Is this how you’ll “protect” me? I just need to be glued to your side?

Taking your hand in his, he sigs. 

I know it's unfair. But…

He snaps a monitor around your wrist and calibrates it. 

Because of that monster, your wound is infected. 

Is there truly a way for you to run around without getting injured?

You pull your arm away.

Are you still the Caleb who confronted danger with me? I’ve had enough of…your “protection”

A sadness washes over Caleb's face.

If being with me only brings you pain, then just put up with this for three more days. 

Caleb stands up and begins to leave the room.

“What are you going to do?”

Glancing back he murmurs, 

Tie up loose ends

And then…all of this will be over. I just need three days. 

Caleb walks out of the room, not looking back again. You’re alone now.

You try to grasp what just happened. You replay it in your mind while looking at the monitor on your wrist. Caleb has confined you, he’s treating you like an “injured cat”, and what’s more, he used his Evol on you. 

Never had you felt an aggressive touch from him. Even in that moment, as he held you fast, his hand gliding down your leg was soft and careful, but the absolute power behind his Evol was something scary and new. Colonel Caleb was scary and new. 

THREE DAYS LATER:

You conceded to the three days Caleb asked for. During that time, your conversation was minimal, he gave you space and you stayed put to appease him. 

After taking a long hot shower, letting the heat sink into your muscles and relax you, you put on your night clothes. A simple shirt and shorts. After tidying the bathroom you enter your room.

Caleb is standing in front of the tv, holding an apple and the remote while listening to the news which states:

“Our reporters out in the field confirmed the lockdown will be lifted after being in effect for weeks. The Farspace Fleet assures everyone that the explosion in the Cascade District will not happen again…”

Caleb mutes the tv then turns to you and says 

After all this is over…The Fleet will return to the Deepspace tunnel. You'll be safe. For now. 

“In other words, you’ll just disappear again. And not even say anything?” you retort.

I’ll be gone. Aren’t you happy that you won’t have to see me then?

Caleb grabs your wrist and begins to pull you after him. 

I’m about to leave. It’d be nice if we had a meal together. 

You snatch your arm away. 

“So I have to listen to the colonel even when it comes to eating and drinking now?”

Feeling frustrated at your discrepancy, you sit on the bed. You don’t want Caleb to disappear again…but you also don’t want the Colonel to stay. It’s all so irritating. 

Caleb squats down in front of you still holding the apple. 

You can be mad, but don’t let it affect your health. 

I’m not mad.

Growing up, we knew each other so well. Better than most, even.

Caleb rests his elbow on his knee and then his cheek against his hand. 

I could see through your lies when you’d blink. Bite your lip, and I could tell you were upset. 

In that case, tell me. What am I thinking about right now?

Caleb looks at you silently. 

I wonder. How did you turn into someone I hardly recognize?

He chuckles, placing the apple to the side,

Oh I know. You’re thinking some chip got put into my brain right? And now, I’m no longer who I used to be. What if I told you I was always like this?

He reaches out and touches your cheek. You move your face away. Inside a sense of dread fills you. It had crossed your mind that perhaps Colonel Caleb was actually just Caleb uninhibited. But you had pushed that thought from your head. You didn’t want to entertain it, but now it’s coming straight from his mouth.

Caleb's gaze turns serious as he stands up. 

Your life has threats around every corner.

He’s leaning over you now with one hand on the bed, you lean back slightly. 

The people who are after your power, who wanna hurt you-they should all just…disappear. You’re only safe when you’re by my side. 

“I’d rather face danger head on than “safely” live like this! I don’t need you–”

You push Caleb back, a flicker of anger and surprise cross his face before he chuckles with frustration and says, 

You don’t need me? Is that what you think?

He grabs your wrist and holds it firm, he has one knee on the bed now and you begin to feel trapped. 

 All right. What do you need? You can tell me. 

With your wrist still in his hand, he’s now fully over you. As you fall onto your back you smack at his arm with your free hand but he doesn’t seem to feel a thing. 

We can return to Linkon if that’s what you want. If you want to return to the past, we’ll rebuild our old house and move in together. And if one house isn’t enough, I’ll build you a whole maze. 

Your heartbeat quickens as you remember the moment Caleb’s Evol took hold of you. You wonder if that sensation will occur again soon. 

I’ll decorate it with everything you could ever want. It will be the most beautiful, stunning garden you’ve ever seen.

He places his hand on the side of your face and touches his forehead to yours.

No one will be able to find you ever again. I’ll protect you forever. 

In a soft, almost pleading tone you place your hand on Caleb's chest and say

“Caleb…you can’t just…you’re very important to me. And no one could ever replace you…”

You hope this will speak to Caleb's soft side, but instead his gaze darkens and he smirks as he now grabs you free wrist placing it above your head with the other. 

Really? I’ve always held myself back and endured. Day, after day, after day. It was suffocating. 

His grip around your wrists tightens.

But now, I’m tired of playing these games… 

He leans down and kisses you. The touch of his lips sends electricity through your body. You struggle against his wrists yet you don’t turn away. He kisses your unmoving lips again and again. You notice their softness and warmth. You can’t help but be surprised, Caleb's lips always looked kind of dry to you, but their texture is anything but rough. 

You’re speechless, but not for long as Caleb collects both of your wrist in one of his hands. You snap back to attention as you feel his free hand slide down over your breast and waist and firmly collect the band and leg of your shorts. At this you finally turn your head from him, pulling your legs up and attempting to push him away with your feet. 

CALEB!

 He’s pushed back by the force but maintains control of your wrists and the grasp on your shorts, he pulls them down with a force that frees them from both of your hips and they slide down to your knees. You’re still trying to push him away with your feet, one of which is on his thigh and the other pushing into his stomach. He uses his thigh to push that leg forward just enough to pry the shorts over your foot. Your lower half now feels completely bare as your shorts hang from your other leg. 

You begin to panic. There’s no way right? There’s just no way he is trying to do this….

Feeling exposed, you bring your knees to your chest and close your legs together hard. Caleb leans down and attempts to kiss you again, this time you refuse, turning your head. This doesn’t seem to phase him, he kisses your face and along your neck. Your upper body writhes underneath him while your lower body stays tensed in a protective position. 

You try with more force to break your wrists free. They’re beginning to ache and pulsate with dull pain. The more you try to get his grip to fail, the tighter it gets. You never truly noticed just how strong he had become.

His free hand continues to explore your body. The touches from this hand a stark contrast to the militant one trapping you. This one touches you lightly, taking time to feel your skin. It makes its way back down to your waist and around your bottom, then snakes back up and under your shirt to grab your breast. As he cups your breast you let out a gasp. You look up at him and see the Colonel looking back at you. No, you see Caleb looking back at you. 

His hand moves from your breasts down your stomach and tries to access your restricted area. You keep your legs closed tight and cross your ankles to anchor them together. 

He places his free hand on your knees attempting to pry them apart. When he realizes he can’t achieve this one handed, he looks down at you. His eyes are dark, his expression frustrated, and then you feel it…his Evol.  

It starts as a pressure on top of your knees, as if someone is stacking weights on them. Then the pressure splits and begins acting like pliers. You feel a sharp and sudden pain in your hips as the pressure forces your knees apart and down onto the bed. You let out a small cry as you are fully exposed to him. The pressure keeps you from moving as Caleb takes a handful of you and then begins to rub. 

You can’t bring yourself to speak. Feeling his Evol pin you down again, feeling the pain in your hips and pressure on your splayed legs is a sensation that overwhelms the feeling of Caleb's middle and forefinger now working circles around your clit. You focus and breath your way through the conflicting feelings of pain and sensitivity. Your body begins to fail you as you feel yourself becoming wet from the unwanted stimulation. 

Caleb has noticed this moisture and slowly eases his middle finger inside your unguarded hole. You let out a squeak and the word “please..” quietly escapes your lips. 

His eyes lock on on you, he kisses your forehead and his gaze softens

“I’ve held myself back, and we’ve endured. This will be a release for us both.”

He removes his finger and licks it clean before positioning his body between your legs so as to not let them close again. Once he does this, the pressure on them immediately releases. The pain in your hips eases with each passing moment, but the soreness remains.  

Putting his weight on the hand holding your wrists, he uses the other to undo his belt and free himself from his pants. He strokes himself and his breathing biomes heavier. Then he presses the tip against your opening, rubbing it up and down for lubrication. He enters you slowly using small, shallow thrusts that gradually get longer until he’s able to ease his entire length inside of you. Even under these circumstances, Caleb is still trying to be gentle. 

At the sensation of penetration, your mind is everywhere and nowhere. Part of you wants Caleb to stop, to leave you be, to go back to being dead. The other part feels a pleasure that is humiliating. This part of you enjoys him filling you, dominating you, and finally doing what the two of you have secretly wanted for so long. 

With all these feelings hitting you at once, a warm sensation covers your eyes and soon after you feel tears falling down your face towards your ears. Your breath catches as the full realization of what’s happening sinks in. You're confused and conflicted. 

Caleb, who you thought would never hurt you, who lives for your happiness and protection, who has been a constant in your life, is betraying you. Or is he? Deep down, you begin to second guess yourself. Your internal voice starts to argue on Caleb's behalf. You think “Caleb has only ever wanted what was right for me. He tried to protect me from getting hurt and I went out anyway. Could it be that he has been trying to do right by me but I simply won’t let him?” 

Caleb hears the change in your breathing and, as he glimpses your tear stained face, immediately looks away, surprise and embarrassment momentarily flashing in his eyes as he releases your wrists. His thrusts come to a stop. 

With your arms now free, you wipe the tears and cover your face with your hands. You’re embarrassed. You begin to think Caleb is right. For all the wanderers you’ve fought, for all the training you've done, you still feel weak. Caleb is just a man, not even an otherworldly creature with protocore strength or the ability to create a protofield, and yet you can’t compete with him. It makes you think that he’s right about the hunter lifestyle being too dangerous. Maybe you should let him protect and hide you away. There are so many after your eather core, maybe it is best to just let Caleb take the lead…

You can feel Caleb's eyes are back on you. You feel the tender touch of his fingers on your wrist attempting to pull your hands away. This touch is the old Caleb again, not the one that was so forceful with you moments ago. You allow your hands to be pulled away and when you look up, the eyes you see are familiar. No longer dark and threatening, but nostalgic and apologetic. Without thinking, you reach up and throw your arms around his neck, burying your face in his shoulder. Taken momentarily by surprise, Caleb embraces you back. He gradually resumes his pace. 

Caleb breaks away from your embrace. He leans back and looks down into your eyes, you look back at him as he warily leans in for a kiss. This time you accept it. You kiss him back. Caleb's breathing becomes heavier, he kisses you deeply, letting his tongue trace along your lips. A slight moan escapes you and you’ve decided to give in. 

You lift your hips to receive him better. At the feeling of consent Caleb begins to deep end into you. He sends his cock in as far as it will go and begins to push and grind himself against you. His breaths are turning to mons now as you wrap your legs about him. He kicks his pants the rest of the way off and removes his shirt. He then gingerly lifts your shirt over your head to remove it, exposing your breasts. His hands find them immediately and his mouth follows soon after. He teases your nipples with his tongue, flicking it across their tender tips. He continues to lick your chest and up to your neck alternating with kisses the whole way. 

Caleb stops grinding and resumes a normal rhythm. You openly moan and you move your hand down to your clit. You begin to rub yourself while bucking your hips to greet Caleb's thrusts. Your breathing quickens as you feel your orgasm approaching. You lose yourself in the combined pleasure of your fingers and Caleb's cock. You begin to climax, breathing in and hitching your breath as waves of pleasure run through your body. Your pussy contracts with all the strength of years of repressed passion, the contractions around Caleb's member have him moaning loudly as he pushes himself into your pulsating and contracting hole. He cums with you, thrusting himself in as far as he will go. You feel the warmth of his seed inside you and the twitching from his release. Silently, the two of you catch your breath. 

Caleb leave himself inside of you and he sits back on his knees and looks down at you. 

Post orgasm has left you feeling even more exposed. You look away from him in embarrassment, but he turns your face back to him. 

Let me protect you.

I can’t hide away forever Caleb. I’m not a cat, you can’t keep me collared indoors.

That’s not what I want for you. I just want you to stop throwing yourself into danger. Leave the hunters association. 

He carefully pulls out of you. 

Stay here with me. We’ll figure things out together. You can go where you please. I just need to know that you aren’t out there in the line of fire. 

Caleb looks down at your wrists, which are red and showing early signs of bruising. 

“Will you…ever forgive me for this? Or do you hate me more now than before?”

Annnnd this is where I’ll end it. What do you think happens? In this timeline do you think MC stays in sky haven with Caleb? Does she give up her life as a hunter and become Caleb's charge? Does she forgive Caleb for his indiscretion? I liked both options and couldn’t choose!

[poetryowl30]

Gaza

I’ve lost count of the dead

And I am now certain the journalist

Does not know the difference

Between life and death…

A Gazan dies with the flicker 

Of each screenshot,

I can see the palestinian family

Bleeding all around the ground

Of foodless homes and vagrant shelters,

All Israelis have now become soldiers,

All Americans are mercenaries,

All Arabs are vagabonds treading

Toward fleeting death…

My grandparents told me I was 

Too weak to stand up to the fascists,

Nineteen Forty seems so far away

And yet the genocide would have 

Been worse if my useless generation

Were around to see the darkest of times…

And now the starvation is spreading,

Concentration camps are forming in the halls

Of computer monitors,

My mother and father do not know 

The difference between 200,000 civilian

Deaths and the button on the remote 

To the turn the channel,

Far too depressing the fascists are

“I guess we should give me up

Or better, lecture the college kids

On free speech”

Said the call of the older generation…

I see a land destroyed,

Lifted to the ground as if no existence 

Had ever occurred there

My money and my time are useless

And each Palestinian dies at every moment

That the words formulate into something

Of some semblance of purpose…

A genocide is breathing all around me

And I am lost to whatever feeling is left,

“Please just feed the children,

Just let them have the medicine,

Just let them have time”...

I must be quiet now,

If I speak too loudly

All the voices of my elders will rise up

And burn the word “antisemite” into my skin…

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Post Row 5 [Pt. 1] - Tov’s Log

————————————————————

Tov woke up in the hospital.

Again.

Same room layout.

Same smell of antiseptic.

Same IV needle.

Same heart monitor beeping.

The sense of deja vu was strong enough to make her dizzy.

Fleeting vestiges of Himei’s warm smile slipped through Tov’s fingers like sand.

Despite the IV feeding into her left arm, her right arm stung like she’d been burned.

She groaned.

“Welcome back to the world of the living.”

Wren was sitting at her bedside, just as she was before, grey eyes studying her face in anticipation. Her face mask was white again.

“Heart attack?” Tov rasped.

Is there really a need to ask?

“Yep, right on stage.” Wren nodded. “It happened before you could be shot. Though this one was worse than the last. We almost lost you for a second there.”

Tov furrowed her brow, “Lost me? What do you mean?”

“You died. Technically. But only for a little while.”

Because that makes it so much less traumatizing.

Tov resisted rolling her eyes. Truthfully, she should be grateful to have the chance to roll them at all.

“So what now? Are they going to make me compete again?” She asked.

“Nope!” Wren clapped her hands together, pleased. “The Alien Stage contract states that contestants who die are removed from the competition. Since you technically died, you were removed. So you can’t be forced to participate again.”

“A legal loophole.” She muttered under her breath.

The gears in Tov’s head were working overtime, fighting against the sedatives she’d been given to try to make sense of everything.

She couldn’t believe it.

A heart attack had killed her and saved her life all at once.

She was reborn.

She was free.

Tov would laugh if her ribs didn’t ache.

“I never thought I’d feel lucky to have a heart attack.” She said. “I guess I shouldn’t have doubted your good luck charm.”

Wren’s tone sharpened. “Yeah, it served both of its purposes well.”

The fine hairs on the back of Tov’s neck stood on end, “I… don’t follow.”

“Well, while the ring is a good luck charm, it’s also an electronic device that can be remotely controlled. So when you lost your round, I sent an electric shock through the ring.” She said.

Tov blinked. Once.

Twice.

What the fuck?

Her heart rate spiked, the monitor she was hooked up to started beeping faster. “Y-You caused my heart attack? You shocked me into cardiac arrest?!”

“Yep.”

“I’ve been wearing that ring since I got out of the hospital after my first heart attack. You’re telling me you could’ve shocked me any time between now and then?”

Wren nodded once, completely unfazed by Tov’s change in demeanor. “If you’d lost to Akane or Jae, I would’ve done it sooner.”

What the fuck?!

“Why?”

“Because I didn’t want you to die.” Wren said, like what she did was a completely normal solution to the problem.

“But—” Tov groaned in frustration, her chest heaving from short breaths. “But why me? Why would you do all of this for me?” She asked. “We don’t know each other well. We’re barely even friends. It doesn’t make any sense!”

“It makes perfect sense,” Wren said, calmly removing her mask, “Because I’m your twin sister.”

She pulled the cloth away from her face revealing a nose very similar to Tov’s own, with a broad scar across the bridge, and an identically shaped mouth drawn up in a smile.

Tov reeled back, struck by the glaring similarities. Alarm bells rang loud in her head.

Not possible.

That’s not possible.

It must be a coincidence.

It has to be.

“H-How are you so sure?”

Wren’s smile shifted slightly before she pressed two fingers against her eyes and removed contact lenses.

Grey contact lenses.

The ones Tov always thought looked off.

And she found herself staring into dark brown eyes, with slightly misshapen white stars in their irises.

A mirror image of her own.

WHAT THE FUCK??!?

Her heart slammed against her chest, punching the air out of her lungs, hard enough to make her physically wince.

She couldn’t breathe.

No.

No no no no no no no.

I don’t have any biological family.

I don’t have a sister.

Flor was the closest thing I ever had to a sister and she’s dead.

I’m an only child.

I was alone when Cassio adopted me.

Why is this happening?

How is this happening?

Tov gripped her bedsheets until her knuckles turned white.

It felt like her world was tilting again.

Sharp and sudden.

Disorienting.

A wave of nausea rolled through her.

“This whole time… Have you known this whole time?” She could taste bile on her tongue as she spoke.

“I always knew I had a sister, but I’ve known you were my sister for a long time now.” Wren said.

Tov looked up at her… sister? Twin? She didn’t know anymore. “How long?”

“The first time I saw your face was when I was ten. It was on a billboard downtown. I knew from your eyes.” She said. “It’s been thirteen years since then.”

“Fourteen,” Tov said, reflexively. “We’re 24 now, so it’s been fourteen years.”

“About that, we’re actually 23.”

Tov frowned, confused, “But my teeth were—”

“Growth-dated?” Wren finished for her. “Mine were too, probably around the same time as yours. The results placed my age at 3.45 human years old, and my age was rounded down to 3 years old.” She said. “I’m guessing, your results came out to 3.5 after rounding, and then you were rounded up to the whole number age of 4 years old; a rounding error on their part. Otherwise we would’ve been in the Season 40 class together.”

She stared blankly at Wren.

Blinked.

Struggled to process what she’d just heard.

A rounding error?

My life is the way that it is… because of a rounding error?

It all felt so trivial.

By the mark of a different pen 20 years ago, Tov would’ve never met Himei, or Tallis, or Nyx, or Moran, or Dian, or Flor.

She would’ve never come to love or care for or lose any of them.

Tov wouldn’t even be the same person.

Her temples throbbed.

She was so distracted by the new flare of pain that she didn’t hear the door swing open and slam shut, or the pairs of footsteps quickly approaching the side of her bed opposite of Wren.

“Are you out of your fucking mind?!” A deep voice snapped.

Tov lifted her head and her vision went fuzzy for a moment before focusing on Elias’s face.

He was angry. Furious, even.

She could see it in his eyes and the tight pinch between his eyebrows and the sharp, downward curve of his mouth.

There was a wild emotion simmering just below the surface of his skin, barely held at bay by the strict and obedient frame of a soldier.

But his anger wasn’t directed at Tov.

It was directed at Wren.

She didn’t seem phased by him at all, “What are you talking about?”

Elias scoffed and dug into the pocket of his jacket, tossing whatever he found inside at Wren.

She caught it midair with a lazy, outstretched hand, without looking away from Elias staring her down.

“Oh,” Wren said, “You found my good luck charm.”

The shock ring. Tov thought.

Only now did she realize she wasn’t wearing it anymore.

“Cut the bullshit, Wren. I know what the ring did. You are so fucking lucky I found it first. What were you thinking?!”

“I was saving Tov.” Wren said plainly.

“You could’ve killed her!” Elias hissed. “Her heart stopped. Prem and I had to keep it beating manually until we got a pulse back.”

Tov tore her eyes away from the growing volatility of the back and forth to look behind Elias.

Prem was there too, almost as pissed off. His arms were crossed, jaw set, eyes narrowed and glaring daggers at Wren.

“She would’ve died for sure if I’d done nothing.” Wren countered, voice scarily even despite the subject matter. “At least this way she had a chance of surviving, and we didn’t have to watch her take a bullet to the head.”

We?

Hang on—

“How do you guys know each other?” Tov asked.

Despite not raising her voice, or even speaking at her usual volume, Elias and Wren immediately stopped to give her their full attention.

Like a fire smothered in foam, the tension between them fizzled out.

They both looked at her with gentler gazes and softened edges.

It felt oddly familiar.

Elias sighed and ran a hand down his face, “Tov, meet your benefactor.” He said, nodding to Wren.

Wren gave her a half smile, “Surprise.”

…

..

.

What?

————————————————————

So yeah, Wren is a little fucked up, actually. She’s a very “the ends justify the means” type girl, even if the means are like,, morally questionable.

But that’s just how she was raised. You’ll learn more about that next time!

Also, note the wording used in the letter Tov’s benefactor (Wren) wrote to her in the Before Round 30 log:

“We will meet at the End of Round 30,” instead of “When you win Round 30,” because if Tov survived her heart attack, Wren was going to “meet her” as her twin regardless of if she won or lost.

Shoutout to @rockwgooglyeyes who guessed that the information leakers (Elias and Prem) were linked to Wren a while back.

I had a good chuckle reading your tags with my narrator knowledge 😁

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A Proper Welcoming Party - P1

Vice Admiral Krastina was on duty in the inner segment of the Sol system to monitor a crucial mining aspect of the Dyson Sphere construction. Well, closer to a ring-like skeleton. It'll take far more than a few minor moons to approach even a thousandth of completion.

The current power output was astonishing already, yet not even close to a fraction of what the planetary Warp Gate required. The logistics crew are looking for a more... creative source of materials.

The Sol system was abuzz with activity. Massive orbital construction projects, terraforming Mars and Venus, strip mining some of Jupiter and Saturn's more useless moons, if not outright breaking them down, and the thousands of emerging research stations given a blank check and left to their own devices. A bustling and eager young space faring civilization. Also known as a target rich environment for prospecting rogue elements.

No matter how broad and all encompassing the Galactic Coalition strives to be - space is vast. Some might say infinite. Within infinity all possibilities are real. Maybe nowhere close, perhaps not any time soon, but if it's even remotely possible, then it is guaranteed to be.

Of those limitless variations, Rogue Pirate Admiral (self proclaimed) Big Thrasher (self nicknamed), was in charge of the undisputedly most powerful independent fleet (self assessed, would be disputed if the topic was brought up outside his fleet) in the entire Galaxy (has not operated outside a small cluster of sixteen systems), and he has set his sight (wears an eyepatch just for show) on the refinery station around Mercury.

It's the perfect plan (has not updated the fleets database on Humanity in months) with no chance of failure (failure is always possible). He has accounted for Everything (literally the opposite is true)!

He commands all ships to enter hyperspace and emerge danger close. The hummies won't know what hit 'em. Hehehehee...

Part 2

[ohmeadows]

I was reading all the lore books of the Xianzhou for fic research and one volume in particular, Glimpses into the beyond, has my brain running circles, so why not share my notes

It's a manuscript written by Fu Xuan, touching on divination and Aeons

I loved this quote: "Humans walk the Paths, while stars cross the sky: Observing these situations can produce future predictions. All of this is based on the diviner's ascertainment of the present situation (or the past, because the present is constantly becoming the past)."

Implied that diviners must stay constantly in tune with the present lest they loose their footings

Mentions the founder of the Divination Commission, a master Xuan Yao, who said "Only the universe and the Aeons cannot be foretold."

Fu Xuan writes that the universe birthed the Aeons, not vice versa.

She further writes that omniscience is unattainable

While writing about the Yaoshi, she brings up the fact that any attempt to divine the Abundance's future is an unforgiveable felony onboard the Xianzhou. Any attempt to do so can be lethal for the diviner, and if they survive, they will face the full wrath of the Ten Lords Commission. (The other Aeons are kind of forbidden to divine, but the punishment is less severe and may even be suspended.)

She mentions that hubris often strikes diviners during their first 100 years on the job; likely implication being that she has been doing it for at the barest of minimums that time, and more probable way longer?

The rest of Fu Xuan's observations are musings on the nature of Aeons and relate a lot to the future of the Xianzhou:

Sorting of the Aeons into three categories, which the Xianzhou still uses:

"Arbiters: Determining mortal births and deaths, which are highly connected to the rise and fall of civilizations." Lan, Qlipoth.

"The Sacrosancts: Difficult to predict as good or evil; often unable to even know where they head for." Nous, Akivili, Aha, Idrila.

"The Authors of Calamity: The main culprit behind all disasters. Avoid, or be annihilated." Yaoshi, Nanook, Tayzzyronth.

Lan appeared in Year 3400 Star Calendar, and ever since the Divination Commission monitors and interprets what Lan's arrows mean.

Fu Xuan muses that while Qlipoth themselves strives for isolation between worlds with no contact, IPC, their foremost faction, facilitates contact and trade between worlds seemingly without drawing the ire of Qlipoth at all.

When the Xianzhou fleet set sail they witnessed Qlipoth's Echidna Skywall that seperates the worlds from the void.

Fu Xuan herself has seen Nous, the machine-like Aeon. "Contrary to standard thinking, Nous is not a god that provides solutions. On the contrary, all they offer is an infinite number of questions." Overall she speaks very highly of Nous and encourages diviners to take after them.

Akivili is shrouded in legends, but Fu Xuan mentions that both the IPC and Xianzhou fleet navigate space by the star rail ("chromatic echelons").

Deems Aha to be the Aeon closest to mortals, mentioning how Aha's followers instigated a riot that ended with a troll virus being spread in the local robot army.

While Idrila is fallen, it's implied that through gathering and using the relics left behind, they might come back.

This quote is just fascinating in the implications of Idrila: "According to ancient myth, Idrila once attributed the beauty of all the starzones to themselves, showing heroes, villains, and mortals the meaning and aesthetics contained within the cosmic landscape, and driving them to complete astonishing (but often devastating) achievements for Idrila's own pleasure. This myth may reveal the true meaning behind the Path of Beauty: The integration of consciousness, insight, and values."

There is some strange and remote connection between the Yaoshi and the Xianzhou people, apparently, one that physics cannot yet explain.

Nanook is the most recently ascended Aeon. Fu Xuan muses that the followers of Nanook are becoming an increasing problem, the fleet has lost contact with many worlds ravaged by the Antimatter Legion, and that in the near future it's likely they will have to face Nanook's forces.

Tayzzyronth, while dead, still has seeded worlds which in turn become hellscapes if not destroyed. Also their scions are still alive, and there are scholar theories that they can come back at any time.

Fu Xuan once inspected a piece of amber that was a piece from the "Imperator Insectorum's Prison Cell." The omniscia implanted in my forehead could not see the future of this item, which only serves to corroborate the scholar's claims. All I can do is pray in silence to the Reignbow that such a day will not come soon.

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What Is EV Charging Management Software?

Let’s get one thing out of the way EV charging isn’t just about plugging into a socket and walking away. Behind that simple user experience is a whole ecosystem that needs to run like a well-oiled (or should we say, well-charged) machine. That’s where EV charging management software steps in.

Think of it as the backend control room that powers everything from session tracking to billing, charger health, and even the queue at your nearest public station. Whether you’re managing a single station or hundreds across locations, this software is what keeps operations clean, trackable, and profitable.

Let’s break this down properly and make sense of what matters especially if you’re planning to get into the EV game with some business sense, not just shiny dashboards.

What is EV Charging Management Software, Really?

In simple words, EV Charging Management Software (CMS) is a centralized system that lets charging station owners, operators, and businesses manage, monitor, and monetize their EV charging infrastructure.

It does everything from:

Authorizing users and vehicles

Monitoring energy usage

Managing peak loads

Automating billing and invoicing

Handling remote diagnostics

And integrating with apps, wallets, and CRM tools

Without it, you'd be managing your EV chargers with spreadsheets, phone calls, and prayers.

Who Needs It?

If you're a fleet operator, public charging station owner, commercial building manager, or even a residential society exploring EV readiness this software isn't a luxury. It's survival gear.

And yes, government projects, retail malls, parking lots, and logistics parks are all getting in on it.

You want uptime, transparency, and ROI? You need a CMS that plays nice with your hardware and grows as your needs change.

What Problems Does It Solve?

Here’s where we skip the fluff and talk about real issues.

1. Energy Load Management

Uncontrolled EV charging can blow up your utility bill or trip the local transformer. CMS helps you control how much energy flows where and when without causing grid panic.

2. Charger Downtime

No operator wants to get that “your charger isn’t working” call at 2 AM. A solid CMS alerts you before users complain. Remote diagnostics and health checks are baked in.

3. User Authentication & Payments

Want to let only subscribed users charge? Want to integrate UPI, cards, or in-app wallets? A proper CMS does all that without you writing a single line of code.

4. Revenue Leakage

Imagine running a business where you're not sure who paid, how much power was delivered, or how many sessions failed. A CMS gives you transaction-level visibility. No guessing games.

5. Scalability

Planning to go from 5 chargers to 50? From 1 location to 12 cities? Your CMS better be ready before your Excel sheet dies of stress.

Must-Have Features (Beyond Just “Dashboard Looks Cool”)

A good EV CMS isn't just eye candy. Here's what you should be checking for:

OCPP Compliance: Plays well with most hardware brands

Dynamic Load Balancing: Keeps your power use smart and optimized

Real-time Monitoring: Know what’s happening where, second by second

Custom Pricing Models: Per minute, per kWh, time-of-day rates you control the game

Fleet & Group Management: Especially if you're running EV fleets or shared chargers

User Access Control: Set roles, permissions, and access levels

White-label Option: Your brand, your logo, your rules

So, Who’s Doing It Right?

There are plenty of software platforms out there that’ll promise the moon until you actually plug them in. But a few players are doing it with serious focus on customization, clean architecture, and real customer support.

Stellen Infotech: Quietly Building the Backbone for EV Ops

While most are busy chasing investor buzzwords, Stellen Infotech is quietly building robust, scalable, and adaptable EV charging software solutions for businesses that actually need to function in the real world.

They’re not just slapping a UI on top of code and calling it a platform. Their stack includes features like:

Custom-built integrations for fleets

White-labeled dashboards

Load optimization modules

Billing and invoicing flexibility

API support for third-party logistics, CRMs, or payment apps

The vibe? Practical tech that doesn’t crash when you scale or cry when you run 100 sessions a day. You’ll notice they’re not trying to be the flashiest just the most dependable in the room. And that’s honestly what most businesses want when dealing with critical infrastructure.

Can’t I Just Build This Myself?

Sure, if you’re sitting on a dev team with grid logic, payment gateway knowledge, OCPP expertise, and UI chops. Otherwise, you’ll spend 18 months burning money, and still end up with something half-baked.

EV management is not just a software challenge it’s a compliance, connectivity, and customer experience challenge. You’re better off working with a team that already figured that out.

What About Hardware Compatibility?

The good ones like Stellen’s platform are built to support OCPP 1.6 and 2.0, meaning they work with a wide range of chargers. You’re not locked into one brand or vendor, which is great because EV hardware isn’t cheap and upgrading just for software issues is bad business.

Final Thoughts: Where This Is Headed

EV charging isn't a novelty anymore. With mandates, subsidies, and rising fuel prices, we’re going to see charging stations pop up like ATMs did in the 2000s. But here’s the thing the ones who’ll stay profitable aren’t the ones who bought the fanciest chargers. It’s the ones who run them smartly.

That’s where EV charging management software earns its keep.

Whether you’re just setting up or scaling across cities, having a solid CMS isn’t optional it’s your operational backbone. Platforms like what Stellen Infotech offers are making this easier for businesses that don’t want to get stuck figuring out load curves and session reports at 11 PM.

And honestly? That’s the kind of tech backbone more EV businesses need not another flashy dashboard with no substance.

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HA Sunzi

The Sunzi represents the peak of Harrison Armory's research into weaponized blink technology. Pilots approved to fabricate and field-test Sunzi components are monitored remotely by the Armory's Special Projects Group, which enjoys wide latitude in gathering telemetry and biometric data. The Sunzi platform is considered by Harrison Armory to still be in development, and not yet available for fleet contracts. Like the Armory's Napoleon chassis before it, the Sunzi utilizes the Armory's H-GOBLIN-derived recursive-mesh interdermal substrate, allowing it to mount outsized weapons and systems on a chassis measuring just over three meters tall. Where it differs is in its technological heritage. The Napoleon was largely the product of the Armory's internal paracausal/ parallel space research and development groups; the Sunzi is rumored to be derived from stolen and extracted Volador technology. This may explain why the Long Rim and the Dawnline Shore are the primary test grounds for the platform – far from Union's most direct oversight, the Armory may have more time to make what progress it can before Union's regulatory impulse catches up to them. According to Union NavInt reports on the Sunzi, the platform's unshielded emissions are consistent with known blinkspace signatures; corroborating intelligence from undercover elements inside the program's main campus on Ras Shamra show that the Sunzi's development has been fast-tracked to respond to the evolving situation in the Dawnline Shore. Both as a forcemultiplication tool to assist the Armory's legionary presence across the Shore, and more specifically to counter the Ungratefuls' newest weapon there, Object L (see UNI Report CORPSE GATE for more).

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