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[ytmanzwhore]

Chase It - 1

summary: in which nellie harding gets pulled back into the world of storm chasing, and butts heads with the tornado wrangler himself

warnings: none so far :)

an: hey peeps- this story is being cross posted on my wattpad account (forbesfever) so if you want to check it out there, that is likely where updates will go first!

read chapter two // three

then

"Wakey, wakey," a cooing voice whispered in Nellie's ear where she sat curled up in the front seat of Jeb's SUV. The red head groaned as she began to slowly stretch her legs, peeking her eyes open to see Addy's bright smile hovering over her. "It's time to get going bud."

"It's so early," Nellie whined as everyone began to move around, Javi of course still snoring on the ground till Addy blared the horn at him. The six of them had a pretty solid routine at this point, so it took them only a few mintues to get back to full functioning capacity.

"Hey!" Nellie shouted at Addy sharply as the blonde banged on the metal cylinder in front of her, ignoring Jed's camera turning to her. "Addy how many times to I need to tell you, do not hit that device or I swear to-"

"That's our Nellie," Kate laughed at the camera as the redhead continued to berate Addy. "Nellie is our resident health care professional with us in case of emergency, but also the reason we have Dorothy here with us."

Nellie, Kate and Javi had met by chance at Muskogee State. There was no real reason for two kids in the Meteorology department and a girl in the nursing school to interact, unless you factored in Nellie's last name. Muskogee State College in 2005 had been the lucky recipient of a donation from Dr. Jo and Bill Harding, of the last used Dorothy prototype. At that point, Jo and Bill had retired from chasing and consulted and taught across the country.

In 2018, their niece had chosen to attend their alma mater. In the past, the Harding's had gladly allowed different departments to take Dorothy out in the field, after giving them stern warnings and usually making them pass some tests. But when Nellie was stationed there, she became their new point girl. So when Kate's proposal came across their desk, they asked Nellie to be Dorothy's custodian as the girl did her field research with her team. And so formed the odd but strong bond between Kate, Javi and Nellie, and an all around a passion for storms. 

"Nellie might not be studying with us," Javi moved in extremely close to the camera. "But she's probably chased more storms in her life already, then the rest of us ever will."

And Javi wasn't wrong, because Nellie? While her little brother was attending play time with the kids from the farm down the road (because their parents were too busy to parent), Nellie was sitting in the backseat of Jo's beat up truck, hearing Dusty scream down the radio and watching vortex after vortex leave paths of destruction. Nellie's childhood was split between that backseat, school, and cuddling on the couch at Aunt Meg's house while waiting for their parents to finally check back in on their kids.

So here Nellie was, berating Addy as she hit a legendary piece of equipment. "I told you I can handle Dorothy," Nellie huffed as she walked over and pet the cylinder. "She's just a temperamental bitch."

"Like you," Javi giggled, giving a innocent smile as Nellie whipped her head around to glare at him. 

"I got her," Nellie nodded as she looked at the control panel, and poked at the release button gently, holding it down for a few seconds before pulling back and pressing again. Dorothy as if knowing who was asking something of her, opened up easily. "There's a method here, and-"

"Ok we know you're the Dorothy whisperer," Praveen laughed as he walked over with his laptop. "The only reason you're here."

"Whoa, whoa," Kate interjected, walking up to wrap an arm around Nellie's shoulder. "That's not true!"

"Thank you," Nellie nodded with a grin. 

"She makes a great instant coffee too," Kate giggled as Nellie gasped. "Alright guys, lets get going."

And with that, their little group made some last minute checks before loading up the cars and hitting the road. They were driving through the farmlands of Oklahoma, both Kate and Nellie looking around and thinking of home. Nellie was watching the radar with Praveen while Kate took a last minute call from her mama. 

"There's barbecue waiting for us at home," Kate grinned as she hung up the phone and everyone in the cars cheered. As the group drove towards the storm Kate had been eyeing, they could all feel the conditions begin to build. The wind began to whip, and Nellie cracked the window and took a deep breath, feeling the energy building around them. 

While Nellie might not have a want to follow the academic side of storm chasing, what she did have was the instinct. Like Kate and her aunt and uncle, she could understand a storm like not many could. She loved the thrill of the chase, but what her heart called for, was to help people in the aftermath. Which is why she had chosen to pursue nursing instead of meteorology. 

"It's time," Nellie said quietly as Kate also called for Jeb to stop so they could finalize the solution in the barrels. With that, Javi set up in his van to track data, while the other five loaded back into Jeb's SUV to get into position. 

Nellie's chest began to ache as they drove and the hail began. "Something's not right," Nellie said as Kate began to peer out the windows. The two of them realized at the same time that the tornado was behind them. Everyone's heart began racing, especially as Jeb in an effort to avoid some debri, ended up in a ditch. They took that chance to hop out, save the overturned barrels, and drop the trailer in the tornadoes path. 

The car moved further and further away from the vortex, feeling elated as Javi announced Dorothy's sensors had gotten swept up into the atmosphere. Kate's face was stone as she watched behind them, and noticed the compound wasn't active. Javi's voice tapered out as Nellie's arm hair stood tall. 

"The velocity is 200 miles an hour," Praveen said quietly as Addy tried to hail Javi. Everyone's stomachs dropped as the realization hit them all, that an EF5 was quickly gaining on their position. 

Jeb tried his best to drive them out, but the car couldn't handle the roads. Once again they ended up off the road. "This car's gonna fly," Jeb said to everyone, and Nellie needed no more influence to throw her door open and grab Addy's arm.

"Let's go," she screamed as they booked it to the overpass ahead of them. Kate and Nellie made their way up the slick incline, Nellie freezing as she watched Kate's leg get sliced by a piece of metal. "You're ok," she yelled as she pushed Kate's butt until Jeb grabbed her arm. The red head turned around, spotting Addy lying prone on the incline. 

"Addy come on," Nellie shouted, leaning down to where the girls hand was outstretched. "Take my hand-"

And she could only watch as Addy's body got too high, and the girl's body was swept away by a flying piece of wood. "Oh no," Nellie's breath came quickly. "Okay Nellie," she talked to herself as she turned around and finished climbing to where Kate was being held under Jeb's bulk.

"Come on," Kate yelled, reaching for Nellie. The girl was silent and cold as she moved behind Jeb, bracing her feet against the concrete pillar and wrapping her body around the metal pipings. She closed her eyes, listening to the whistle as it built, hearing Kate's screams as she felt another one of her friends get swept into the vortex.

"Nell," Kate whispered as the silence hit. "Nellie."

Hours later, the two girls were found on the side of the road by a kind police officer, who hid his horror at the blank stares and bloodied bodies walking towards him.

now

Nellie's body jerked awake as her alarm went off, pulling her out of another dream about dark storms and the sound of a train approaching. She sighed as she pulled herself out of bed, opening her black out curtains and seeing the afternoon sunshine outside of her little apartment. The girl went about her usual routine, pulling on some leggings and a long sleeve before lacing up her tennis shoes and heading out for a run.

From there, it was time to shower, down some coffee and food, before throwing on her scrubs to head out for her 12 hour shift at a regional hospital in Oklahoma as a Senior Shift Nurse. She went through the motions that day as she did many days when her night was plagued with nightmares. But no matter what, she gave her best patient care, knowing she might be serving people on the worst day of their lives (or just for a paper cut). 

At 7 am, the girl made her way back to her apartment, looking at her phone and seeing a missed call from Javi. Knowing the boy's habits had changed drastically, she gave him a call as she started her car. 

"Good morning sunshine," Javi said into the reciever as he picked up her car. "You on your way home?"

"That I am," she nodded. 

"Long night?"

"Always," she sighed with a tired smile. "But feeling good."

"Good good," Javi said with his own sigh.

"How was Kate?" the girl probed. And with that, the red head listened as her friend spoke to her about his meeting with Kate in New York, and his failure to convince her to come to Oklahoma. Nellie finished her drive home, choosing not to interrupt the boy to tell him she'd already heard most of this from Kate the night before on her way to work.

"Do you think you can talk to her?" Javi asked desperately. "Try to get her to just give this a chance?"

"Javi," Nel sighed. "I have talked to her. And she's terrified honestly to chase again, to get that close to another storm like," and she didn't have to finish her sentence for the man to understand. 

"I know," he sighed. "There's just so much going on. So much I wish I could do. And I wish I had her skills or your skills, but I don't."

"Javi you need to believe in yourself," Nellie scolded. "You are great at what you do. And you're great at helping people. You just need to find another way. Kate is not the only way you can get this to work, you just need to think outside the box. But hey, let me call you later ok? I just got home and I need to get some sleep."

The two friends said their goodbyes, before Nellie headed inside and readied herself for her post shift nap. After another shift, two of three before Nellie was off, the redhead was sleeping once more when her eyes popped open in anger as she heard banging at her front door. The redhead cursed as she stomped her way to her front door, not even checking the peep hole before swinging it open. "What?" She growled, her mouth opening before she processed the two faces in front of her.

"Hi Nellie," Kate waved nervously as she bounced on her toes. "Missed you!"

"What the hell!" Nellie gasped as she leaned in to hug her friend, looking at Javi in confusion over her shoulder. "How did Javi convince you to come out here?"

"Well here's the thing," Javi laughed uneasily as the girls pulled apart. "She said she'd give me a week, but only if we dragged you along with us."

"What?!"

[pelmar-engineering]

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This guide explores how these systems work, their applications, and why they’re vital for industrial settings.

What Are Vortex Cooling Systems?

Vortex cooling systems are innovative devices that use compressed air to generate cold air for cooling electrical cabinets, industrial machinery, and enclosed spaces. Unlike traditional methods, they are compact, energy-efficient, and eco-friendly, as they don’t rely on refrigerants or moving parts.

The Role of Cabinet Coolers in Industrial Cooling

Cabinet coolers are specifically designed to control the temperature within electrical enclosures and control panels. By preventing overheating, they protect sensitive equipment like programmable logic controllers (PLCs) and circuit boards. Leveraging vortex cooling technology, they deliver dependable performance, even in harsh industrial conditions.

How Do Vortex Cooling Systems Work?

Vortex cooling operates through a simple yet effective process:

Compressed Air Supply: Compressed air enters the vortex tube.

Air Separation: The air is split into cold and hot streams.

Targeted Cooling: Cold air is directed to the enclosure, while hot air is vented out.

This design eliminates the need for electrical connections, making it ideal for remote or hazardous locations. Discover how vortex cooling systems can work for your industrial applications.

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Why Opt for Vortex Cooling Systems Over Traditional Cooling?

Advantages of Vortex Cooling Systems:

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[giazhou1]

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Noise, air pollution and water pollution are the three major public hazards in the world today and are by-products of industrial society. Oil drilling rigs have made huge contributions to our energy exploration and extraction, but they have also caused damage to the surrounding environment. The well site is near a residential area, causing inconvenience to residents' daily lives. At the same time, the huge noise caused by the well site being in the wilderness has caused great damage to the ecological environment. When you are in the operating environment of a drilling rig site, you will be deeply aware of the harm of noise. Therefore, we propose methods to control the noise of oil drilling rigs.

Although the operating noise of oil drilling rigs cannot be eliminated, it can be effectively controlled. When the drilling rig is operating, the engine is the main source of noise, and its main noise location is exhaust noise. Exhaust noise is the most energetic and main engine noise source in the engine, and its noise is often 10dB-15dB higher than the overall engine noise. Exhaust noise includes: fundamental frequency and high-order harmonic noise, exhaust pipe resonance, vortex noise on the back of the valve stem, surface-evading residual flow noise in the exhaust pipe, and exhaust gas injection impact.

Noise control measures for diesel generator sets of oil drilling rigs:

1. Sound-absorbing materials

Sound-absorbing materials can effectively control the noise of petroleum equipment, and melamine foam is the most used sound-absorbing material. Since its excellent sound absorption properties, flame retardant properties, thermal conductivity properties, extensive weather resistance, etc., it is very suitable for noise control of diesel generator sets of oil drilling rigs.

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2. Sound barrier

Rigid barriers with large amounts of mass and stiffness reduce the propagation of sound energy. Examples include steel panels typically used for enclosures and sand-filled block walls or poured concrete walls for indoor locations. Enclosures are becoming lighter as a cost-saving measure, so it is sometimes necessary to install stiffeners when the steel enclosure walls lack sufficient stiffness. The casing can also be covered with a padded rubber pad, which adds mass and is very effective at preventing the transmission of low-frequency sounds.

3. Overall soundproof shed

The overall soundproof shed is composed of detachable soundproof wall panels, roof panels, cooling fans and noise-reducing fire mufflers. When the system is installed, the perimeter and top of the entire computer room are enclosed with sound insulation panels to form a complete whole. A removable exhaust muffler is installed on one side of the diesel engine radiator, and a 55KW fan is installed in front of the diesel engine radiator to conduct the heat emitted by the radiator out of the noise reduction room. The original diesel engine muffler was replaced with a noise-reducing fire-proof muffler to improve the exhaust noise reduction effect. The overall noise reduction effect of the soundproof shed is good. The disadvantages are that the installation workload is large, the installation time is long, the energy consumption is high, and the output power of the diesel engine is reduced.

In general, the above are common oil drilling rig noise control measures. In addition to paying attention to noise reduction in petroleum equipment, companies should also pay attention to employees' personal hearing protection. Drilling employees must take effective personal protection measures when they are exposed to workplaces where the noise intensity is an 8-hour equivalent sound level >85dB(A). Hearing protection equipment includes earplugs and earmuffs. Enterprises should provide effective and practical hearing protection equipment. After employees wear hearing protection equipment, the actual 8-hour equivalent sound level they endure should be kept below 85dB(A), and the most accurate noise reduction effect is between 70dB(A) and 80dB(A). If exposure to noise levels reaches or exceeds an 8-hour equivalent sound level of 100dB(A), consider using double hearing protection.

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[cream-and-tea]

LAY ME DOWN. chapter seven excerpt. unedited. featuring: a tumble through a (very magic, very dangerous) painting which leaves pallas and agnes somewhere they shouldn’t be. agnes being very disoriented and pallas being very condescending. vague fucked-up-magic-library shit.

[Transcript under the cut]

been having a lot of fun with The Library lately so i thought i’d share this scene where i get to show off some description :)

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“What was that?” Agnes wheezes in horror, propping herself up from the dusty carpeted floor.

“Midnight on Sixteenth Street. Modern art. You’re lucky I showed up, did you even check for a label?”

She doesn’t get time to respond as a hand grabs the front of her blouse and drags her bodily upwards. Her feet leave the ground, hair floating up around her face as if underwater, gravity vanishing as the room twists and unravels again, showing rotating starscapes in the spaces between shelves and paneled walls. And then it’s over in an instant and she’s left on her feet, staring dizzily into Pallas’s razor-edged, annoyed little face. They let go of her, doing a very good impression of someone who hasn’t just faced certain death in a twisting star-vortex and come out completely unscathed. 

“What was that?” 

“Bit slow on the uptake here,” Pallas says blankly, taking a second to scan the room. The purple carpet embroidered with constellations, the dark wood of the walls, the shelves upon shelves of milky crystal, most carved into balls but others dangling and uncut, and still others shaped delicately to look like stars or eyes. “You’ve just fallen into some storage space, prophecies if I had to guess.”

At this Agnes can only say, utterly broken: “What?”

Pallas brushes past her with a disdainful snort, their massive jacket flapping like wings on a bat. “Don’t gawk like an idiot, they’re ancient and entirely unimpressive. Seven-hour ritual requiring a true name and burning an entire remnant, and what do you get? Nothing but smoke and mirrors.”

Agnes turns to gawk like an idiot while Pallas presses a single finger to the iris of one of the carved-glass eyes, staring as the foglike substance trapped within it plumes and billows at the touch, forming vague shapes and patterns before they pull away. The neat label underneath the eye reads Baroque, Lilith, 1958. Pallas scoffs. “No wonder the method isn’t taught anymore.”

Agnes briefly considers that maybe she’s still floating in space, that her feet haven’t quite touched the ground. She’s lightheaded and frazzled as her begothed saviour glides by with a beckoning hand, making their way towards the exit. She just stands, wide-eyed and dazed, not really able to move. 

“How– wha–“ She searches for words that won’t come to her tongue. A thousand wonders, a million unanswered questions. “How did you even find me here?”

“I’ve been following you since you left your room.” Pallas replies simply. “I knew something like this would happen. Do you have any other pressing questions before we leave this sad monument to human desperation?”

Agnes blinks. “If you knew something like this would happen then why didn’t you do something when the- the art started to eat me!?”

Pallas spins to face her in a whirl of thick black coat and short black hair. “I didn’t think you’d go tumbling into the first clearly unlabelled painting you came across! My apologies for assuming you had a modicum of common sense in that thick skull of yours.”

“And you expect me to know that like it's just normal or something?” She blurts suddenly, without even meaning to. It comes out something like a yell and sends waves of pain down her throat. Pallas sighs in response, pinching the bridge of their nose between two fingers.

“No. But I expected you to at least exercise some degree of caution.”

There’s a buzzing under Agnes’s skin, a weird kind of restless frustration that she can’t put words to. She opens and closes her mouth, then looks down at the star-spattered carpet, meeting Pallas’s eyes is making her feel twinges of vertigo, she can’t hold their gaze for long. More than that is the fact that they’re probably right. Just because she got a bed and a warm bath doesn’t mean this place is any safer than the forest. At least in the trees you know what’s trying to kill you, here it could be anything lurking in any dark corner or high shelf, looking completely harmless and waiting for the perfect moment to strike. The woman in the dark said it wouldn’t be easy. She needs to be careful if she wants to survive, needs to stick close to this person and their bloody magic that cuts to the bone. That’s the only way to stay safe. Agnes nods silently, hugging her arms around her chest, and feels Pallas shift even though she’s not really looking at them. She’s yet to see any emotions from them that aren’t absolutely terrifying and mildly annoyed, so she must be imagining the relief that relaxation seems to bring. 

“Again,” Pallas needles, turning and resuming their pace to the hovering exit-painting. “Any more burning questions for me to answer before we get out of here, or are you done for the day?“

Agnes considers, fiddling with the soft orange-brown knit coating her arms.

“Where’re my clothes?” She finally asks, falling into limping step behind Pallas, chancing a single glance upwards.

“Probably burned, or vanished.” They put a hand and foot into the painting's floating frame, boosting themself up into it. “You don’t exactly need them anymore.”

Agnes looks down at the white blouse, thick cardigan, and pants tucked into brown lace-up boots, adjusts the red bandanna in her hair. There's a sick pang, a roiling deep in her stomach. Her dress and sweater were rough, but they felt like home, and now they’re gone just like everything warm and safe is also gone.

Not everything, she reassures herself, fingering at the tiny cross around her neck.

“You coming?” The person perched in a painting looks at her with hurricane eyes, one pierced eyebrow raised. Agnes starts, and nods, and hurries forward as fast as her hurt ankle will allow. Pallas vanishes in an instant, and when she hesitates just in front of the backwards Midnight on Sixteenth Street a pale hand slips back in, warping the mirror-image like ripples on water. Agnes only has to pause for a second before taking it, multitude of rings cutting into her palm, and letting herself be dragged through. 

[transformers-mosaic]

Transformers: Mosaic #16 - "Gentle Persuasion"

Originally posted on October 1st, 2007

Story, Art - Jon Stone

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wada sez: This comic plays on Vortex’s original profile as a sadistic interrogator—though the original bio had his method of torture be less conventional: he would take Autobots flying, threatening to drop them and pulling sickening stunts. I’m not sure where Vortex’s blue colour scheme has originated, it’s probably new for this comic. I think Cliffjumper’s design seems to be based on Don Figueroa’s Cybertronian War Within design for Bumblebee, judging by the shape of the chest window and the large shoulders? Stone claims in a deviantART comment to have experimented with a sequel of sorts to this strip, but I don’t think anything came of it. See below for pencils and inks of the first panel.

[azuremallone]

Star Trek: Phantoms

A short story by Azure Mallone (Inspired by Heatblur Simulations’s video in partnership with Eagle Dynamics)

The Dominion War: Two months following the first battle of Chin’toka

The USS Izumo snapped out of warp in the still twinkling starlight just outside Ferenginar in the Da’kuma System of Dominion held space. The gleaming hull of the Excelsior-class starship streaked past the burning remains of a Ferengi Nandi-class warship and several hulks of escorts. The carnage was still unfolding before her as Dominion warships fought the allied fleet. Only two Excelsior-class starships of Izumo’s kind had been crafted, and it was time to test her new weapons platform. A platform that hadn’t been seen in generations.

Like her sistership, the USS Tempest, Izzie was unlike any other Lakota-refits. Instead of cavernous cargo holds, they held hangar bays full of redesigned, modern versions of old Terran fighters. Unlike her sister, Izzie carried a compliment of tactical interceptors intended to take on the smaller, more agile craft the Dominion employed whereas the Tempest carried strike fighters with multi-role capability in a more strategic configuration.

The F-4F Phantom was reborn the KD-56 Gryphon. A single-pilot fighter craft employing a pair of Runabout-class engines and using an ancient, uniquely Orion-syndicate method of twisting plasma exhaust into a powerful vortex, amplifying thrust and agility. Inertial dampening and structural integrity field generators having been combined into a single unit barely powerful enough to reduce the G-forces to 9 Gs -- Hardly the gentle jerk-and-lean of a runabout in a tight turn.

It had been an experimental program just following the Tzenkethi war. A joke among Starfleet that fighters were useless against starships. Yet the Tzenkethi war had shown that size mattered not against a determined adversary whilst simultaneously demonstrating that bigger was not always better. The Dominion employed similar tactics of the savage viciousness displayed by the Tzenkethi. Starfleet already trained cadets in and used fighters for inner system-defense. As such, it wasn’t difficult to expand the program and resurrect the “Top Gun” School.

The fighter designs that came about focused on simplicity and elegance against over-reliance on redundancy and covering all the bases. Shields came from a single but powerful shield generator that operated by computer dedicated to predictive analytics, which also managed the weapons guidance systems. Instead of traditional shielding protocols, it operated by maintaining a solid wall that snapped up into position to block incoming fire. It could create any number of panels divided across the area surrounding the craft, proportionate to the size and strength required to block, deflect, or diminish lethality. Failing that, ablative hull armoring took the brunt of whatever got through.

Another focus was in visage. The fighter needed the look. It needed to look like a pure weapon of war. No soft or utilitarian curves, only operational functionality. So from deep research, it was found that the two craft that best could be used in both space and atmospheric flight conditions were the F-4E and F-18E fighters. Both were given new names as the Gryphon and Valkyrie, respectively.

As for weaponry, the designers settled on forward-facing pulse-phased phasers similar to the USS Defiant designed weaponry, and the Runabout-class micro-photon torpedoes but mounted underwing in two flavors: Photon and Quantum. They were developed to the specs of both missiles and bombs in two categories each. Powered and Kinetic flight were the categories to conserve resources respective of mass. The craft could carry a single pair photon torpedoes or one quantum torpedo of full-size underbelly, and a string of kinetic or powered smaller variants intended to take on weakened or lighter targets underwing. Such was also reborn the Sidewinder Photon Ship-to-Ship Missile last used aboard the likes of the NX-01.

What of the pilots? Once the word was out, it became apparent that pilot ratings meant squat. A shuttle pilot with a rating above six could fly damn near anything, but just wasn’t made of the right stuff. Washouts and medical issues abounded once cadets and officers alike were exposed to high-G maneuvers. It almost ended the program until Ensign Miyu Kitagaru brought to light the problem.

It wasn’t enough to be trained to pilot the fighter. It, like those who sought to become Starfleet Marines and succeeded in doing so, required a certain mindset. Her recommendation pointed out people like the disgraced cadets of Red Squadron and the rationale that the training didn’t account for this kind of driven individual. She was one of the few who was successful in the program. Not long thereafter, Captain Lieutenant Junior Grade Joel ‘Copperhead’ Nesmith found himself sitting in his very own Gryphon looking at the subtle Cherenkov glow of a forcefield keeping the hangar pressurized, on a catapult, with stars and the heat of starship to starship battle ahead.

Born in Nebraska, raised in Des Moines, Iowa, graduating High School in Vulkan, Michigan; Joel had been all over the place. He’d grown up watching any old movies he could get his hands on by digging through long forgotten old towns. Holos were just not the same as the storytelling from the early days of the 20th Century. His favorite movie was on an ancient format called a Blu-Ray that he’d found buried in the rubble of old St. Louis on a spelunking expedition: The Last Starfighter. Once the computer had finished decrypting the old format, he’d come to love the story of an aimless kid getting caught up with an Alpha Centurian to combat the warlike Kodan Armada, led by the evil Xur intent on destroying the peaceful Star League. Like young Alex Rogan, he too was aimless.

He’d joined Starfleet because of that movie, and others. Having grown up watching Star Wars and Galaxy Quest, it had an appeal to him to see what it really was like out there in the Galaxy. No career had any pull other than command, but he was disappointed to learn there weren’t any fighter pilots outside solar defense stationed on any starbases or starships. His self-image of Alex Rogan was still as fantasy inasmuch as ever getting a chance to wield a light saber and learn to use telekinetic powers gifted by the Universe.

Until he’d met Miyu, he’d never knew this program existed. He’d never dreamed Starfleet would even have such a program expanded to be building such beautiful starcraft. And for all the Top Secret documents he had to sign, his hand cramped from thumbing away his life on each page so quickly as to not even bother reading most of them. The day he saw his first starfighter brought back that thumping in his chest for all the excitement and anxiety. He muttered, “You have been recruited by the Star League to defend the Frontier against Xur and the Kodan Armada." Only a glance to his right did he notice Miyu’s barely-visible smirk.

“Whiskey-One-Niner-Foxtrot cleared for launch. Good hunting.” The crisp voice of Caitian flight deck commander Lieutenant Commander M’rahrl purred back. He loved her voice. Joel slapped down his helmet’s visor, gripped the yoke, slammed the throttle forward, and lit the ionic afterburners with his thumb. The counter in the HUD hit zero, and with the full thrust of those ridiculously overpowered engines connected to the railgun they called a catapult, he and his wing launched in staggered formation out the neck of the top-secret Izzie.

Several more sorties launched behind them, each feeling the same slap in the chest of being accelerated to forty-kay-peas relative to the ship they just left. The shrieking howls of plasma tortured in magnetic turbines rippled through the hangar with each launch, and kinetically audible even on the bridge with each thump of the catapults. In the span of just under a couple of minutes, thirty-two fighters in eight sorties had launched the compliment of the 2nd Starfighter Wing.

Glancing briefly at the printed second graduate class of the Top Gun School photo he kept on his instrument cluster, Joel felt invigorated. The smiling faces of his classmates standing next to one another. He and four other Star Aces, saluting behind the group, with first class graduates Lieutenant JG Miyu ‘Vampire’ Kitagaru, Ensigns Marcie ‘Jersey’ Kline and Maria ‘Lace’ Martinez, who were now stationed aboard the USS Tempest. Flipping an old-fashioned switch, Joel peered at the weapons-hot icon, clicked the yoke’s selector to Sidewinder mode, and locked onto the first Jem’Hadar fighter coming into range.

The right corner of his mouth quirked into a half-grin and narrowed gleeful eyes, Wing Commander Copperhead sent the signal to strike.

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“You don’t have to stay here, you know.” 

Ratchet grunts, his attention on the space bridge controls. “What?” 

Arcee, standing by the gate of the bridge, gives him a knowing look. “You don’t have to stay trapped on Earth forever.” 

“I’m not trapped here,” Ratchet says stiffly, gesturing towards the bridge. “Minor ah--hiccups aside, the space bridge is fully functional. I do not require some--of some rescue, Arcee. There is work to be done and liaising to manage with Agent Fowler. Unless you would prefer to take over management of the Earth Base yourself? Have you perhaps gained a new skill in engineering while you were away on Cybertron?” 

Arcee rolls her eyes and crosses her arms in front of her chassis. “That’s not what I meant,” she says, “and you know it. You can take a day to go to Cybertron if you want. A week, even.”

“I certainly can not,” Ratchet huffs. “Even if I weren’t busy today, it is hardly advisable to travel through the space bridge with it unattended, as you well know. With no one to take over the controls other than, perhaps, you, I cannot leave my post. Until someone else decides to station themselves here on Earth, I am going to remain.”

“You could ask for someone to stay here in your stead for a few weeks,” she points out. “I’m sure Bumblebee would be happy to send someone your way.” 

“Someone like Bulkhead, who would be better placed on Cybertron to help with the rebuilding?” Ratchet scoffs. “No, I will stay here, thank you.”

“You don’t have to,” Arcee says. “But, fine. Any messages you want me to take back? For anyone in particular?” 

Ratchet goes stiff. “No,” he says. “Just pass on my well-wishes to the team.” 

Arcee presses her lip plating together to hold in a sigh. “Ratchet…” 

“Ahp-ahp-ahp!” Ratchet says sharply. He presses his hands down on the edge panels of the space bridge’s controls. “I already told you what I’m doing, and I won’t be talked out of it. If anyone is interested in “catching up” with me, they can comm me, or come visit themselves.” 

Arcee shrugs. “Well, I tried,” she says. “I’ll let them know you said hi.” 

“You can choose to do so,” Ratchet says stiffly and does not look up from the controls as she passes through the gate. 

-

He is busy, is the thing. There are a million things to take care of around the base, even with Agent Fowler bringing in some degree of funding from the U.S. Government and Rafael to handle the programming. 

There’s still plenty of manual labor to do and plenty more specialized tools that Ratchet has to figure out how to cobble together out of materials from Earth and the few that can be spared from the rebuilding efforts on Cybertron. He is, after all, still one of the Autobots’ best medics, and that expertise means he’s the only one with the familiarity of some of the methods of repair that used to be popular in the hospitals and universities of their planet. Most medics now know how to reattach a limb or close a bleeding wound, but few know how to recalibrate a spark chamber or rewire an optic as good as new. 

Ratchet will probably have to teach them how to do it-- eventually. For now, he can’t. 

And he certainly can’t return to Cybertron when that-- that Wrecker--

“Slag it,” Ratchet curses and brings his hand to his face. He can’t blame Drift for joining up with the Wreckers. He’s had more than enough time to get over the idea of his lover in that group and has confirmation from both Wheeljack and Ultra Magnus that he didn’t do too badly in the group-- though that bothers him on its own. He knows what the Wreckers can be like. Wheeljack is a perfect example of it. Rough around the edges at their best and occasionally actively bloodthirsty when driven to it. Knowing the environment that Drift came out of, Ratchet is sure that the Wreckers were familiar, but he’s not sure if they were the best thing for Drift. 

But Drift chose to go, and Ratchet chose not to follow, and now it’s been eons since they last saw each other. And now Drift is on Cybertron, and Ratchet is here on Earth. It’s the closest they’ve been since that fateful split, and here Ratchet is, staying right where he is. 

He’s always been a stubborn fool, is the thing. He knows that, even where it counts, he is likely to shoot himself in the foot, say something he’ll regret, cling too long to what’s comfortable rather than doing what’s best for him. Maybe it’s age that’s made him so intractable. Maybe it’s the war. Whatever the case, when he thinks about going back to Cybertron to find Drift and say--something, anything--to him, he can’t bring himself to make the call. 

So instead, he’ll stay here on Earth with his anger boiling and his spark aching, and refuse offers like Arcee’s, to help. 

-

It is only two Earth days later when he receives a message from Cybertron. It isn’t a video-- they rarely have time or the bandwidth for those these days, even with the space bridge. It’s just a list of provisions in the delivery, a request for whatever tools are finished, and a note that whoever they’re sending over will need to be introduced to Earth and the humans. Another new arrival from the depths of space who doesn’t know Optimus Prime’s team and the planet where the final days of the war were fought. 

Ratchet feels a frisson of nerves at the prospect, a tingle of static that runs all through his haptic net. He pushes it aside. He’s never been the type to see conspiracies around every corner, and he refuses to see one here. It’s not the first time this has happened, and while he finds introducing other Autobots to the organic planet singularly irritating, he did sign himself up for it. He has no one to blame for it but himself.

It’s a simple delivery run. Ratchet might not like it, but he can handle it. He sends back a confirmation to Cybertron, runs the time conversion, and discovers that he has a few Earth hours before the delivery from Cybertron. Just as well. Diving into his work will give him a chance to wipe these nerves out. 

It’s probably not Drift that they’ve sent to make this delivery. And if it is, Ratchet will deal with it then. No use worrying over it when there’s nothing he can do to stop it. 

-

He manages to finish a circuit diagnostic device in those few hours, but it doesn’t stop him from feeling jumpy and on edge the entire time. He runs a whole battery of tests once the device is finished, then does them again. When the only thing that does is leave him with an instrument he can’t justify fiddling with further, he turns his attention instead to the space bridge. Running more diagnostics gives him something to do with his hands, but it doesn’t give him anything else to think about-- he’s run these tests so many times he can make the adjustments while hardly thinking about it. 

Instead, he starts thinking about the very thing he was trying to avoid. What will he do if it isn’t Drift? What will he do if it is? 

He tries to think of something to say and finds his processor simply stalling. Nothing he could say seems particularly worth saying, especially when he can’t think of what Drift might have to say to him in turn. 

When the appointed time comes, it’s a blessing from Primus. 

Ratchet receives his first warning in a message from Bulkhead. It starts with a ping, then when Ratchet answers, a video opens. It fuzzes with static due to the distance, but Ratchet can make out Bulkhead’s grinning face all the same. 

“Heya, Ratch!” Bulkhead says with his usual ebullience. “How are you doing?” 

“Just fine, Bulkhead.” Ratchet responds. “What do you have for me?” 

Tellingly, Bulkhead’s optics slide away from Ratchet’s face. “Just, uh, some supplies. And, uh, a visitor! To carry the supplies.”

“Anyone I know?” Ratchet asks. 

Bulkhead clears his throat loudly. He’s still not looking at Ratchet. “Uuuuuh, maybe,” he says. “You know what, I’ll just let him through; you two can talk about it.” 

Ratchet can’t hold back a scowl, but he manages to hold back from barking at Bulkhead, who isn’t exactly innocent but is not deserving of Ratchet’s irritation at this situation. No one is, but Ratchet can’t help the way his nerves shunt themselves in bursts of outrage at every small thing. Maybe it will be better if he gets this over with. 

He huffs but lets Bulkhead get away with it. “Send them over, then.” 

Bulkhead’s shoulders sag with relief. “Starting bridge sequence, Ratch,” he says, and the video flicks off. 

Ratchet runs one final check, lets the bridge confirm coordinates, and steps back from the control panel when the bridge powers up and the glowing blue-green vortex appears. Everything looks stable, and there’s no reason it shouldn’t be. Ratchet could operate the panel, just in case something goes wrong, but Rafael’s programming is robust in that regard, and…

He needs to see. 

A figure starts to emerge from the glowing lights. Ratchet recognizes Bulkhead’s silhouette first, particularly with the shape of the supply trailer hitched to him. Bulkhead has been making most of the heavier supply deliveries. 

There’s another figure next to him, a much sleeker shape that Ratchet recognizes as a Cybertronian alt-mode. If he didn’t know better, he might mistake the form for Wheeljack having given up his Earth mode. 

But although the frame is red and white, it has none of the green stripes that distinguish Wheeljack. Ratchet recognizes this frame, too. 

There’s a patchy quality to his paint that speaks of recent repairs. Dents, the pucker of scarred weld lines, everything Ratchet spots on Drift’s frame maps a history of damage repaired. Ratchet steps forward and traces each one, energy singing electric along his lines in a way that he knows translates to a deep scowl. He rests his hands on his hips and waits for the two to halt and transform. 

Bulkhead does so first. “Hey, Ratch,” he says, still sheepish. Ratchet hardly spares him a glance. 

When Drift transforms, it’s… 

He looks the same. 

There are changes, of course. He’s cybertronian. Of course, he’s changed his frame, through preference or necessity or both, sometime during this Primus-forsaken war. Even with the changes to his paint and some of his outer plating, his faceplates are the same. He’s kept the blue optics. He’s still got that sword, even. 

And when he looks at Ratchet, there’s something warm in the glow of his optics. 

“Hey, Ratchet,” he says. 

Ratchet can’t get his vocalizer to work correctly. Instead, he grunts and nods and steps forward. Vaguely, he is aware of Bulkhead saying something about unloading. 

Drift keeps walking towards him. Ratchet can’t look away, can’t do anything to stop him when Drift reaches out and, with a moment of hesitation, takes his hands between his. He feels the contact like a spark in his plating. 

“You look… like you’re doing well,” Drift says, but it seems like more of a question than a statement. He’s looking over Ratchet’s hands, searching for signs of wear and tear, of maintenance. He knows that their hands are a medic’s livelihood because Ratchet taught him that so long ago. 

Ratchet knows that the hardships of the war’s end are written across his hands, visible to anyone who cares to look. 

“You look like you’ve gotten into a few scrapes, yourself,” Ratchet says. It comes out stiff and distant, more than he means it to, and he sees it register with Drift in the way he winces and lowers his optics. 

That shakes something loose in him. He’s lived through the war; he’s lost his oldest and dearest friend. If he’s to live on, will he do it alone? Will he push away this one thing that’s come through the war alongside him?

“I’m glad you made it through,” Ratchet says before he can begin to question himself. It’s still gruff, still stiff, but he hopes Drift will see the awkwardness for what it is, this time. 

It’s enough to get Drift lifting his helm, his optics bright and vulnerable. “Ratch…” 

“Come here,” Ratchet rasps. He grabs Drift by the shoulder, pulls his slighter frame in to wrap arms around him, and Drift goes with the motion, wraps arms around him right back. 

He’s trembling, ever so slightly, as he holds on to Ratchet. They stand there, so long that Ratchet loses track, just the two of them, together. 

Eventually, Ratchet tunes back into his surroundings to the sound of Bulkhead resetting his vocalizer. 

“Sorry, Ratchet,” he says. “I just, uh…” 

Ratchet has to reset his vocalizer as well. “I’ll just send you back through the space bridge, shall I?” 

“Great,” Bulkhead says. “I’ll talk to you two again later.” 

-

After Bulkhead is gone, things lapse back into silence. Drift lingered close through the process of starting up the space bridge, and while Ratchet had always grouched about clinginess before, now he feels the need for closeness just as acutely. Now that they’re alone, and the initial spell has broken, though, he isn’t quite sure what to do. 

He resets his vocalizer (if he does much more of this today, he’s going to break it, he thinks to himself wryly) and turns to Drift. “Well. We can get you settled in. We’ll need to introduce you to the local Earth authorities at some point, but Fowler is due later in the week… and we could get you an alt-mode to scan, unless you’d like to watch the highway for whatever comes along.” 

Drift fidgets, glancing away and then back to Ratchet. “Honestly, Ratch,” he says, “I just… want to spend time here, for a while. Talk.” 

He reaches out for Ratchet’s hands again. Ratchet lets him. He’s the heavier of the two of them, and Drift couldn’t pull him over if he wanted to, but Ratchet lets him lead. Drift guides them until they’re standing toe to toe, and tips his head up toward Ratchet’s. 

Feeling like a magnet, Ratchet tilts his head down until they’re pressed together, forehead and lip plating. It’s awkward but so gentle, and familiar as his own spark. However long Drift meant the kiss to last, it lasts longer, and when they finally draw apart, Drift is smiling. To his chagrin, Ratchet is too, but he can’t find it in himself to squash it. 

“Talk, huh?” he says with a chuckle. “All right. We’ll talk.”

[grim-faux]

2 _ 22 _ A Flawless Order  

First

 The factory was alive. Parts and sections once cold and silent, now howled with the intent of struggling through a monotonous existence in a world that would forsaken it. After however many years it lulled since the contraption ground into inactivity, it is remarkable that the place still mostly worked. From within the bowls of the construction arose indignant grinding and screeching, the whole of the operation not entirely seamless. It might yet come undone at the seams and rip itself apart.

 For the time, he supposed, the child was on some sort of mission. Or something. It was too much to hope that the boy was not in the heart of a prelude to a disaster.

 Hunched awkwardly in the doorway to the office, the Thin Man scrutinized the reverberating clashing and mincing with a raised brow. He wondered what the factory produced… or what it once created. Certainly not televisions. The Signal Tower provided those. He did feel an inkling of sympathy for the lost children.

 The pummeling din dampened a great deal when he shut the door. It was far too much activity, energy, such a… racket. He would wait for now, let the child fulfill his compulsion for exploration. When the kid was ready, he would resurface. That’s how this usually worked.

 Beside the little package of food tossed onto the desk, an intercom receiver and control pad lay embedded in the dusty surface. It didn’t matter if the device forgot its purpose, could no longer carry the current and fulfill its role. For so long the device has been inert, lonely and neglected.

 He swept his hand over the tarnished panel, the lights beside the scribbled slots blinked. The static thrummed, physically manifesting in vibrating particles.

 “M͘҉͟o̡͡no͞,” he projected, through the receiver. From beyond the thick cinderblock wall, his projected call reverberated with a metallic echo. The Thin Man sat at the desk and bent forward, as if he needed to speek directly into the contraption. “P̧a̶gi̢͢n̷̡͞g̡̕͠ ̛M̴o͘͡n̸͝o͢.̵ ̵̨̕W͏̢͝o͢u͠l͟d҉͡ ͜Yo̢͜u̡ Has͠t̸̵̸e̶̸n̢ ̶̕Y͞o͝u͞͏r̴̶͟ ̶C͏u̷̶r̸r͟e̡nt͟ Ą͡cti̢v̴͝i̴̕͝t̴͞ies̴͏,̴͢ A̧n҉d̸ R͟e͟p͢o̴͡r̢̧t͘͜ To҉ ̸̷T̸҉h̢e͏̨ ͠Ma̸͢͞n͜a͏̢ger̶̨’̵s͜ ͠O̢̡ff͠i̸c҉҉ę.̷”

 Perhaps the child would get a kick out of that. Or not. It might remind the boy that he was still waiting. Alas, some things never changed.

 __

 On the other side of the factory, or more to the middle, or off center of the near center.

 The strange flower growing from the cement pillar garbled some speek. Mono paused on the catwalk and gave it his attention, but hesitantly. Only because the flower was unusual and sounded like the Thin Man, but he wasn’t certain what it was saying. It was distorted. Also, why was the flower speek? Trick? Did flower catch the Thin Man?

 For a while he stared down from his perch with his hands on his knees, tilting his head. It couldn’t get him from up here, he thinks. The flower didn’t say anything else, but maybe he wasn’t moving. Some nasties only reacted to movement. It didn’t know where he was.

 He pushed up into standing and hurried away, checking along the metal grate for something he could lift. Some pieces of metal, a little bit of pipe (too small), this ratty old glove. He spied a canister a little ahead, and rushed to snag that. Racing back over to the flower, he chucked the canister off the platform and managed to knock the whole funnel off the wall. Direct hit!

 On a path below choked by vapor, emerged the mechanic, glaring down at the shattered flower spread across the ground.  

 Yeek!

 Mono ducked back a step, but it was meaningless. The Mechanic turned its glare upward, and if he could easily see the creature below through the grate, then there was a good chance it saw him as well. This suspicion was confirmed when the heavy clatter of boots began pounding below, a snort trumpeted out. A ladder was somewhere down there, but he didn’t remember specifics. He took off on the walkway in the direction he had initially been going, gaze sifting for a way down or cover. The catwalk was tol, and ahead the rail bent aside.

 An earthquake shook the surface beneath his feet and he nearly lost his balance; walking on the uneven and porous surface was challenging, now he was at a full dash with a boulder rebounding across the floor. If that wasn’t enough, a bleating crack tore out and a large metal tool smashed against the rail. Right above his head!

 Mono stumbled and grabbed for his hat. Though the metal piece was quite large and very solid, it’s impact would easily scatter him to the furthest corners of the city. Fortunately, it ricocheted over the handrail and zipped out of sight. Far off into the factory.

 Plenty more where that came from.

 Mono grabbed the support bar at the bend of the walkway, striving not to lose speed as he whipped around onto the new path. He leapt a sequence of steps and roughly hit the bottom rung, but with a little grumble recovered and stole back his pace.

 Steam gushed and the machinery squealed, heaving pistons thrummed around him; it was hard to breath with how thick the air was. He wasn’t used to being so heated through, and the sauna seeped into his lungs, choking out his ragged breaths.

 Nonetheless, his pace never faltered. Not even when a fuse clattered against the floor, too near and much too loud. The crash splint his hearing, and suddenly the rumbling groan of the factory became distant. The vibrations through the platform rattled up his thin legs, threatening to splinter his bones right inside his body. If… he had bones, like Her, that is. That was still a mystery....

 The Mechanic is catching up. It’s catching up, it’s pace quickened as it closed on its quarry. A bellowing cough tore through the space between them, the force of it blunted by Mono’s impaired hearing. But he can feel it; the rocketing footfalls thrashing his swift but shorter strides. The creature has something in its clutch, he’s certain. He can’t see, won’t look – Flee! It’s right on top of him, but hasn’t decided if it should kill outright or maim him beyond recovery.

 Off the side from the platform, a section of moving parts of the machine lumber methodically through their mindless operation. Mono doesn’t second guess the leap and dives off the side, aimed for one of the gears a little below. As he falls and his coat swooped around him, the dilemma of his timing surged through his mind.

 Was too soon? Too late? Low. But is far!

 Nonetheless, he braced his body for the impact trusting he had momentum. He dropped short, his fingertips barely catching grip of the eroded tooth of a gear. It swings upward in its clockwise motion, carrying its feathery cargo. Mono heaved up, trying to fit himself into the dip before the other tooth of the reversed gear can clench—

 The tool swatted against the gear, an inch beneath Mono’s toes. His fingers popped loose, and he fell, first smacking his shoulder against a bolt in the center of the gear, then spiraling three or five full turns in his terrible descent. Somewhere in the vortex of his plunge he smashed into a corroded slate, with wires strapped across the length. In a panic he grappled for a hold, but the steam and grease wouldn’t permit anchorage. He skid backwards reaching still, and suddenly nothings beneath him….

 Falling!

 He crashed to the floor at last, landing somewhere beneath a canopy of winding pipes. Without allowing a brief to recover, no he shoved himself upright and scrambled for better protection among the sprawling networks. In some patches the pipes have a base extended to the cement, massive bolts skewer a plate in place. These clusters Mono shuffled around or beneath when he could, some expelled waves of heat. Other pipe bundles have a lattice frame built around them, while others have caved over time. Patches of light from the factory ceiling gleamed down, he can see enough to get around without several concussions.

 Little by little, his hearing began recovering from the calamity it endured. The wheezing of machine guts and rattle of something within the pipes, pilfered through his muddled senses. It wasn’t totally restored, everything was more off and he couldn’t recall how booming the place was before the short reprieve.

 His musing is abruptly shattered when a ragged gloved-hand stuffed down into a space of the pipes, not far from where he was hunched low. For a moment he stalled and held his breath, holding perfectly still. Through the clog of machinery, he couldn’t figure where the Mechanic was now. The thick, cracked fingers clawed at the gravely floor, stretching and poking to their extent. Blindly.

 If move, see? Did see but didn’t grab? Miss?

 Mono wasn’t sure, but if he stayed put for much longer, an eye might peer into the opening. The blackened fingers still grappled at the vacant space, sensitive to movement, maybe even smell?

 Right when the hand began shuffling away, he made his move. Easing in closer to the pattern pressed into the dirty floor where the hand had clawed… he zipped by and kept going! Faster and picking up as much speed as he could, while in his half-blind-folded stance. Above somewhere a breathy snort carried over the racket of hissing pumps, the hammering boots trailed his swift trajectory somewhere to the side. The pockets of scarce radiance flickered against the swift dash of the Mechanic, bearing down on the knotted canopy but barred from an opening. 

 Mono didn’t chance a glance, all his focus maxed in diving in among the pipelines and anchors punched into the cement. He dropped and skid on his knees, upon reaching a barricade loaded with debris. He scrambled over himself, backtracking a few feet and took an opening in the mesh of a grate. The hole wasn’t large enough for him to push through, he barreled into the rusted metal and kept going when it vaporized with minimal resistance.

 A screech shot forth overhead, too close! The pipes arched above him caged him from the Mechanic and a clear reach – maybe-MAYBE it could squeeze its hand into a gap – but not quick enough to grab for the flighty Mono. He barely glimpsed up, only to check once where he was headed in relation to his cover.

 It was a little too late for him to register that the next opening he squeeze through led onto the open floor. Not even a pathway, but a break between one collision of mechanical limbs chugging away, and another Tetris of gears and hydraulics hammering away. All at once he was free of the overbearing heat, the steam evaporated and the confining embrace of the pipes shrugged away from his coat.

 Mono spun around, his dry coattail swept across his knees. Go! GoGoGo!

 He darted to the other side of the metal amalgamate, charging at an open portion beyond a narrow trench. A gasp of steam chuffed a meter or more off, but what caught his attention was the heap of melted skin and chains creeping through. When Mono locked view with it, the Mechanic dove toward him.

 With every ounce of his dash power, Mono peeled towards what he hoped was a narrow opening beneath the grate. He stuffed his shoulders through the fence by the path and tumbled, barely making it back to his feet as he galloped awkwardly toward the crevice. The fence slowed the Mechanic but a moment, he simply hopped it and was once more clomping towards his target, gasping on the acrid fumes.

 The opening was narrow and too small for the Mechanic to reach within. However, it was also very not long. It was a trap he would be cornered within, and Mono didn’t even hesitate to take in what was beyond the little tiny haven before he was hurtling out once more.

 For a second, the Mechanic was stumped. It grumbled to itself, voice becoming distant and distorted by the howling conveyor belt shrieking nearby. Mono was still in the open, but he had the chance to take in the area. Get out of sight for a wink. Enough to lose the grotesque focus of the creature.

 Thick cables rose high in his path, the eventual end fading from view high above. He stuffed himself between the narrow space, nearly swimming as he heaved through among available spaces. The narrow passage at least too miniscule for the Mechanics reach, quite possibly, beyond its vision. From elsewhere, a gruff bark announced its agitation. That still sounded too close.

 The floor gave out suddenly, and Mono lost his grip. He toppled down a steep incline into a lower basin beneath the chugging machinery. With haste he rolled over into a crouch and gave the area a sweep with his eyes, searching for movement through the veil of fumes and ripples of heat. The edge of his hat was saturated with sweat and his scalp drenched, be blinked at the salty sting in his eyes while he struggled to peer through the blur. He thought the Mechanic was nearby again, but it hadn’t made a sound yet. It could be prowling….

 Or could be sneaking up behind him!

 Nothing was near which should warrant any panic. Mono kept skimming his gaze around the thick pillars, swinging machinery, all-in-all, whatever was moving. Before rising to move, he pulled back his coat from his leg and checked his knee.

 A red blotch stained the pants. It didn’t hurt, or he couldn’t feel it. The cut might’ve reopened, but he did fall pretty hard. For now, he left it alone and made note on it. Worse would happen if he didn’t keep his wits, got distracted with pointless distractions.

 He weaved through a pillar thicket, following beside the steep slope he skid down. At times he climbed over a broken gear or other castoff equipment, such as pipes or a random tool – usually rusted and coated in thick grease that had a foul odor. Even the twisted body of a Viewer found its way down here, but likely toppled in from the ceiling. By now, the factory was so thick with fog he couldn’t see hardly anything beyond the spires of cranking metal limbs.

 Movement to the left, behind a stairway and a mesh of fortified scaffolding, spooked Mono into diving low. Even if he’s too far away and likely obscured by steam, he takes no chances and tracked the malicious shadowy patterns drifting beyond the barrier. He’s certain it is the Mechanic by instinct (and how his luck has been today), and abruptly began sifting among the pipes and dips in the floor. He detached from following the side of the slope and opted to cut directly through the corroded jungle, to the best of his ability. Down here there lay no landmarks, everything was the repeated meshing of mechanical portions gushing steam, twittering, or bellowing heat.

 It takes a while of his dodging and cautious navigation – every time a pipe hissed he tucked down and hid, even if he knew it wasn’t the Mechanic - but finally, he reached the other side of the dip and another ramp. With no indication of the Mechanic, and going a while without catching that horrible thunder of boots, he’s feeling much safer. Make no mistake, Mono knows he will never be safe – him or the Thin Man – with the creature sneaking around. It lost his trail, but that wouldn’t last.

 He had a hard time trying to scale up the slope, to the regular floor. It’s not that steep, but the surface has a fine swill of grease and dirt, and his feet are sort of wet too. The drama is actually tiring him out, and he relented for a while to pick his way further along and find a space that wasn’t so icky.

 The floor proves to be as much of a hinderance as the Mechanic. He probably doesn’t skid around on the flat surface, on account of the layer of dirt. He can’t climb up the slant by conventional means, but it’s okay. He climbed the side of a section of scaffolding near the slope, and from there gained enough height to leap off and nearly reach the edge. When he hit the peak of the incline, he flailed his arms but managed to flop forward. With a tremendous heave, he vaulted over the slant and stands on flat ground. At last!

 Where is he? This place is different, but it’s all the same factory. Vibrating wheels, tugging long conveyor belts above the floor – sometimes higher. Pipes with the little round things sprouting like weeds. He hiked along, crossing through an open path and went to the fence on the other side. So far no sign of the Mechanic; that is not good. He’s happy to not do the flee, but now where is it? Somewhere, watching?

 Mono turned his gaze up, and spun around as he moved among long metal vents stretched across the floor. One of the elevated pipes forced him to crouch down very low, the surface and air about it heated, and broiled his skin through his ever faithful coat. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d been this dry, he felt like a crispy leaf discarded from a tree.

 The boundary of the drumming machinery ebbed little by little, and he reached another fence. Nothing on the other side appeared out of place, aside from it looking much more open than a pathway. First confirming no movement among the fringe of heated vapor, he squeezed through the bars and examined the floor. A path was still open, but it was much wider and littered with ruble; from the ceiling, he thought. Through the haze above, something hovered, like a walkway, but higher. He followed a clear path towards a sequence of steps, which rose to a platform upon a cement block.

 From this new vantage point, he gave the portions of the surrounding factory a hurried scan. With his scout satisfied, he checked on the tall stand fitted to the platform. It was almost too high to reach, if not for the chair anchored beside it. He hoisted himself onto the ratty seat and from there leapt to the slanted surface.

 The corroded panel carried colored buttons, like a television remote. But many-many more. He accidentally knelt on one, and a rackety clunk rebounded from the fog above.

 Mono nearly jumped out of his skin when a chain thudded to the cement floor, generating a head-splintering crack, as well as forming a shallow crater in the path he had been on.

 LOUD!

 He fumbled on the controls, something he hit or knocked made the chain recoil by an inch or more off the floor. Not so loud, but still! Flee!

 Carefully he let himself down from the stand and took off, sliding beneath the rail and dropped to the gritty floor. He made it to the nearest fence and zipped through the bars, exactly when a racket of boots bombarded the scene. A little more cautious and not as panicked, Mono maneuvered low among the pipes and coils of wiring stretched beneath a layer of rotten, black texture.

 Out there and above, the boots descended into view from a ladder he previously overlooked. It was directly behind the podium he was clambering all over!

 In the dark he crouched, watching as the Mechanic plopped heavily to the floor and orbited the platform. Snuffling, grumbling to itself. It rubbed at the knob of its head beneath the cap. He hoped this time he didn’t drop anything, but he didn’t linger around to find out. He crammed himself between a narrow space among the wiring and kept going. Ever and always mindful when large pipes broiled, or a random space gushed a thin thread of steam.

 For a very long while, Mono lost track of the Mechanic. A feat which never ceased to make him nervous, but he kept silent and more astute of whatever he was handling, if he had to leap onto something else. It was mostly navigate the floor beneath the machine, and one other time he climbed a chain to reach the height of the catwalk which stretched above the factories convoluted shape. Somehow in all this exploration, he didn’t hear or see trace of the creature.

 He did find a doorway! More like a large bay entrance, it is something he recognized from a book. A supply entrance, for stuff to make goop! Or to send colorful boxes away. Whatever it opened up for, it was a way out to somewhere else. He found it by following a big path, which was a kind of a small road. But not like the chewed up roads that lay among the cities crumbling buildings.

 A lever to the side wall should open it, he thinks. The stretched cords go to the doors at the top. Unfortunately, when he dangled from the lever, nothing happened. It drooped under his weight, but… it needed a fuse.

 He let go and inspected the current fuse in the slot. It had nothing in it, he could tell by just the feel of it. Mono had hoped he was wrong, but no. Another fuse had to be around, a good one. Maybe he could take the one that awoke the factory.

 But how far away was that? And dragging it, among the ruble and collapse? With the Mechanic lurking? That would be hard, if not disastrous. He’d keep the option open and try to find his way back, but the course encircling the factory was not without hazards. The whereabouts of this door remained a mystery, but if he followed the wall as closely as he could, he might manage to make it back to the other fuse.

 In places, a portion of the wall caved in. Didn’t collapse entirely, but it was a wall within a wall, and not a way out. Some paths lay bloated with ruble, or parts from the machines interwoven pieces. With all the swirling fumes, he couldn’t see far, and didn’t know exactly… where he was, at any time. It was impossible to maintain a sense of direction, but a strong unknown power might be at work.

 When he emerged from a division among the pipes and twisting vents, he found an area of the wall intact. Which left his route open for exploration. What caught his interest immediately was an open door and what looked like a window, but the glass was dark. And there was no rain of boards on it. Some sort of clothing or uniforms, like what the Mechanic wore, lay draped on the floor and across a bench by the wall. Belts too, with a few tools. The Mechanic did have a fuse at one point, maybe he’d find one here!

 However, approaching the open doorway did spook him a bit. It reminded him… of the Hospital, for some reason. Maybe being alone, and it was dark inside. Did the lights not work? The fuse woke up the factory, but didn’t make the bay door work. The office light came on, because of the Thin Man.

 Mono blinked at the ceiling. Slowly he raised his hand toward one of the lamps dangling by a cord and tried to focus, on ‘asking’ the light to come on. Asking may not be right. The Thin Man didn’t do anything, he just stood there. How did—

 The first two bulbs burst in a firework of sparks, and Mono catapulted backwards. He scooted back on his butt scrambling to get up, but a sound – a not too scary noise – ensnared his attention. Poised by the bench, he looked around. It was very faint, beneath the howl of the gnashing and hiss of the factory itself. Sounded like metal-on-metal clink. He looked up.

 It was easy climbing up onto the bench, and there he found a box. A shut up box with two clasps on one side, and hinges, with a little strap atop. He leaned against the side and tapped.

 Nothing. Hmm. He shuffled and scooted the box, trying to get an easy reach at the clasps.

 Something inside moved! He heard it!

 Mono bounced back and crouched at the bench edge, glaring at the box. Something was inside that. Something alive. Maybe an animal. He kind of knew it wasn’t any sort of animal. But… it could be just an animal. It could.

 Inching over to the box once more, he shifted it around until he could view one of the clasps. Whatever was inside thumped around, the random settling of weight there or here made it difficult to really move the clunky thing. At last, he could fix a firm grip on one clasp and tugged it. This or that way, the thing was latched hard. Like glued to the container.

 With a sigh he stood back, and gave his area a good search over. He needed to stay focused, getting caught wouldn’t help anyone. He could always come back. If he got the— no, that was a dumb idea. Even without the Mechanic getting up to no good, it wouldn’t work. The worst could happen, and he didn’t want to think about that danger.

 Electing no grace, Mono just rammed his shoulder to the container and let it plunge to the floor. It wasn’t a far fall, but unexpected it would be. The clasps still faced him, and now faced skyward. He plopped down onto the front and pried at the sturdy latches. With every ounce of his mightiness, he braced his feet and knee to the surface and heaved! Shoved!

 Clack!

 One undone. He paused to catch himself and rally up for round two! Good thing he ate before leaving. With a firm struggle, grinding his teeth, nearly losing his grip twice, the second clasp sprang free. He toppled over the lock, a little winded and sore, but completely fine. He just needed to gather his wits.

 The lid was open, but he didn’t hear anything inside. He shuffled over to the opening and pried at the now visible crease, forcing it wider by a foot.

 “Hey,” he whispered. Maybe it was just an animal. Whatever, he wasn’t about to climb down in there. “Psst?” he hissed. “Hai?”

 At last, the whites of something eyes peered back up at him. Mono gazed in, and the contents of the box glared back. He shifted on the top of the box, forcing the lip up a bit more. The face was dirty and cheeks gaunt, he couldn’t make out the clothing. Rags, it seemed. The eyes felt so barren and accusatory, as if he invaded. Was it just the one kid?

 Must’ve been, because they shot out through the side of the container, away from Mono, and hit the floor running. As he recoiled backwards, he watched them veer off to the fence and the machinery beyond, until the figure faded in the choking haze.

 That wasn’t weird or anything, he reflected. Briefly, he checked around and within the container – only a peek – in case there were other kids. That… he wasn’t sure if he should be relieved or not. He settled on not thinking about it.

 At least he didn’t have the awkward dealing with a kid that wanted to pack. Not that he didn’t want to pack, it was confusing right now. It would’ve been nice to have someone to help, and keep an eye out. For a little while, at least. Until they didn’t want too anymore, or something like that. He would understand this time. Sure.

 Mono slipped off the container and ventured in the direction the other kid went. They likely found the space he came out of, but he needed to find another passage through the machinery. He would try and reach the office, and check if he missed any fuses.

 First however, he slipped between thick cement pillars and scooted into a substantially cluttered space, overburdened with pipes and thick vents. Sleep was impossible with the sweltering fumes and the churning machinery, but he needed to stop moving for a bit. Curl up by a pipe and rest his eyes, but no sleep. Not even half sleep.

 The kid bailing didn’t bother him. He understood. Getting locked up like that. Caught. Doomed. Kids helping other kids out of traps and cages wasn’t a thing. Risky business, and why bother? The kid got trapped, they were pretty bad at the one rule. Caught, you’re as good as dead. Some didn’t get as far as caged.

 He shuddered.

 All in the past. Focus here and now. He can’t let his guard down. He nestled down in his coat and pried one eye open, again searching the fog swirling among the cables. Clear. No movement. Alone. No one to watch. No second set of ears. No one to catch him if he fell. Just him.

 Mono.

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John Carpenter’s Tales of Science Fiction: Vortex 2.0 #3

John Carpenter’s Tales of Science Fiction: Vortex 2.0 #3 Storm King Comics 2020 Written by Mike Sizemore Illustrated by Dave Kennedy Coloured by Pete Kennedy Lettered by Janice Chiang       VORTEX 2.0 #3 (of 8)     Something is killing its way through the Barringer Habitat and Jake Dixon is the prime suspect. Now on the run with old shipmate, Anna Cheron, he's fallen in with a gang that operates outside the law. As something alien once more unfurls its tendrils towards humanity Dixon is offered a new mission perhaps even more deadly than the last.     This remains one of my all-time favourite series, regardless of which volume, creative and story is being told.  Nothing but the best here creative wise and it shows through the work they do.  There is nothing that I like better than a good old fashioned monster in space story, I mean my first was Alien and ever since then, well, it went all downhill from there.  Until now because I think this is one of the more original takes in the genre and by all accounts one of the more fascinating as well because this does something none other have and that’s bringing it back.       The way that this is being told is exceptionally well done.  The story & plot development we see through how the sequence of events unfold as well as how the reader learns information is perfectly presented.  What I love about this is the fact that there is so much going on here with so many different parts being told and yet nothing, nothing feels wrong, out of place or rushed in any way shape or form.  The character development that we see is utterly marvellous as well.  How we see them act and react to the situations and circumstances they encounter is just as telling as their dialogue.  How they speak and interact with one another, these are tried and true methods for fleshing out the characters and it’s incredibly well done here.  Plus I adore that we learn more about them as people as well.  The pacing is superb and as it takes us through the pages revealing the twists & turns along the way it’s easy to see how well everything works together to create the story’s ebb & flow.     With how this is being structured and how the layers within the story are woven throughout makes this not just fascinating but captivating and engages as well.  Every element of this story seems to fall into place like you were doing a paint by number painting.  It is just that gosh darn good.     The interiors here are beyond marvellous.  The linework shows such skill, talent and a mastery of craft with such seemingly delicate lines that can come together to create something that feels so strong.  What we see is exquisitely rendered and the face and facial expressions we see not to mention the body language really help further the characterisation. That we see backgrounds utilised as they are makes me a happy fella as they do wonders in enhancing the moments, however, I don’t get a cramped feeling at any given point so it’s hard to they’d be in a ship, in a rundown warehouse or in office.  I’d really like to feel the space closed in.  Just my opinion of course.  The utilisation of the page layouts and how we see the angles and perspective in the panels show a really talented eye for storytelling.  Also the colour can’t be beat, I mean to be able to age metal and see the rust and repaired areas in such magnificent contrast shows a masterful eye for how colour works.  The hues and tones within the colours being utilised to create the shading, highlights and shadow work is glorious.

​     This is one of if not THE strongest science-fiction stories going on right now.  It shows such talent, creativity and a verve for life that cannot be replicated.  Storm King never, NEVER, disappoints.

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Corsair Component Series 4000D AIRFLOW Tempered Glass Mid-Tower ATX Case, distinctive, high-airflow with easy cable management and two included CORSAIR 120mm Fans Features The CORSAIR 4000D AIRFLOW is a distinctive, high-airflow optimized mid-tower ATX case with easy cable management and two included CORSAIR 120mm AirGuide fans for exceptional cooling. 4000D AIRFLOW MID-TOWER ATX CASE A clean start to a great build With enhanced ventilation, the 4000D Airflow provides outstanding system airflow in a stylish package. Building your dream PC has never been easier when you start here. High-Airflow Front Panel An optimized front panel delivers massive airflow to your system for maximum cooling. CORSAIR Rapidroute Cable Management Route your major cables through a single channel, with a roomy 25mm of space behind the motherboard for all of your cables, making a clean-looking build easier than ever. Powerful Directed Airflow Equipped with two CORSAIR 120mm AirGuide fans, utilizing anti-vortex vanesTo concentrate airflow and enhance cooling. Unlimited possibilities Build it how you want today, with an easy upgrade path for tomorrow. Extreme Cooling Potential A spacious interior fits up to 6x 120mm or 4x 140mm cooling fans, along with multiple radiators including a 360mm in front and 280mm in the roof. DIMENSIONS Compact yet efficient, the 4000D AIRFLOW has excellent potential for expansion without being cumbersome. ALL THE STORAGE YOU NEED Fits up to 2x 2.5in SSDs and 2x 3.5in HDDs, with relocatable SSD trays that can be moved to the front PSU cover. Put your connections within easy reach The modern front panel I/O panel includes a USB 3.1 Type-C Port, USB 3.0 Port, and a combination audio/microphone jack. Vertical GPU Mount Ready With included vertical PCIe slots and a screw mount for a CORSAIR PCI-Express 3.0 extension cable (sold separately) you can show off your GPU and keep it secure at the same time. Easy slide-on,Slide-off side Panel Show off your high-profile components and RGB lighting with an easy slide-on, slide-off attach method. Specifications Case Dimensions 453mm x 230mm x 466mm Maximum GPU Length 360mm Maximum PSU Length 180mm (220mm if HDD cage removed) Maximum CPU Cooler Height 170mm Case Expansion Slots 7+2 vertical Case Drive Bays (x2) 3.5in (x2) 2.5in Case Form Factor Mid-Tower Case Windowed Tempered Glass iCUE enabled No Color Black Case Material Steel, Tempered Glass, Plastic Radiator Compatibility 120mm, 140mm, 240mm, 280mm, 360mm Compatible Corsair Liquid Coolers H55, H60, H75, H80i, H90, H100i, H105, H110i, H115i, H150i Case Power Supply ATX (not included) Weight 7.8kg/17.20lbs Case Drive Bays 3.5″ 2 Case Drive Bays 2.5″ 2 Case Warranty 2 Years Note ***Features, Price and Specifications are subject to change without notice.