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[robustcornhusk]

atrociously sticky adhesive, gone, due to the powers of a heat gun and goo-gone

[anticidic]

steampunk skk au...the worldbuilding...the lore...the clothes...the machines...

Chuuya as an airship pilot and Dazai as his untrustworthy engineer

But also Dazai as a watchmaker maybe? I just know that he should invent crazy contraptions like a mad engineer instead of a mad scientist. He whacks his little wrench around fixing and breaking things, and Chuuya has to hold back choice words for him when Dazai fixes one thing, then breaks another. But that's what Chuuya gets for wanting illegal modifications on his ship to use it for sky racing.

Dazai also wearing those rounded aviator goggles on top of his head at all times, and usually has grease or oil smudged on his cheek.

He makes pets out of machines, so he has a mechanical hound at home and has been trying to install an emotion sensor in his dog so it can detect human emotions as well as display its own, but he hasn't been successful yet. His dog has a bowl for oil it drinks from and eats bolts and nuts as its meal.

Heck, just exploring Dazai and creation as a theme in the au. He feels bad destroying his creations when they don't turn out well. He has a little malfunctioning bird with a wing that doesn't work and it often repeats itself because he installed a faulty voice box, but Dazai doesn't have the heart to deactivate and recycle the poor thing for a future project. He feels like he's taking away a life. Existential dread hitting him hard with every creation he makes so he starts going mad

He's normal enough around Chuuya to keep up appearances, but if Chuuya ever came into Dazai's workshop, specifically the attic or basement, he'd get whiplash from the machinery lying around and the cuckoo birds repeating themselves like clockwork. They're talking on the main floor of Dazai's workshop, and every time there's a pause in their conversation, Chuuya hears a distant "Cuckoo…cuckoo…" from down below

Chuuya knocks and hears a dog barking and he's like what the hell and didn't expect Dazai to have a pet robot dog

Chuuya: "Am I hearing things? Is that a broken clock?" Dazai: "It's a failure." Chuuya: "Why don't you take out the battery or something so you don't have to listen to that?" Dazai, looking away and trying not to flinch: "That'll kill it."

Dazai's a bit dramatic about it but as a creator it pains him to ruin the things he makes. The reflection of his inside portrayed in his broken creations because maybe he feels like that about himself.

BUT since Dazai is a creator, him making gifts for Chuuya… watches, maybe a compass for his airship travels. Maybe he can make Chuuya a little bird to match Dazai's. Dazai’s one and only perfect creation is for Chuuya.

Chuuya could be “lost” like in terms of he doesn't know if he wants to remain a airship pilot or if he wants to spend the rest of his life with Dazai. A brass compass also made with precious metals like nickel and bronze.

When gifted it, Chuuya asks how does he know the compass is pointing in the right direction, and Dazai says, "You'll know it in your heart."

[tomorrowusa]

Ukrainian drones blew up a large Russian arms depot west of Moscow. The blast was large enough to have been detected by earthquake sensors.

A Ukrainian drone attack on a large Russian weapons depot caused a blast that was picked up by earthquake monitoring stations, in one of the biggest strikes on Moscow’s military arsenal since the war began. Pro-Russian military bloggers said Ukraine struck an arsenal for the storage of missiles, ammunition and explosives in Toropets, a historic town more than 300 miles north of Ukraine and about 230 miles west of Moscow. Videos and images on social media showed a huge ball of flame rising high into the night sky and detonations thundering across a lake, in a region not far from the border with Belarus. The strike was part of a broader Ukrainian drone campaign targeting Russian oil refineries, power plants, airfields and military factories, and highlights Kyiv’s enhanced long-range drone capabilities. Earthquake monitoring stations registered what sensors thought was a minor earthquake in the area.

The blast was so big that in the first couple of seconds it appears to be during daytime.

The Kyiv Independent has additional details.

Arms depot in Russia's Tver Oblast built to withstand nuclear explosion heavily damaged by Ukrainian drones

Back in 2018, the Russian Defense Ministry bragged that this facility would be prepared to withstand even a nuclear explosion. Six years later, the claim was proven to be false. According to the SBU, the arsenal stored ballistic missiles, including Iskanders, anti-aircraft missiles, artillery ammunition, and KAB guided bombs. The attack "literally wiped off the face of the earth a large warehouse of the main missile and artillery department of the Russian Defense Ministry," the SBU source said. The construction of the arsenal, controlled by the Main Missile and Artillery Directorate, began in 2015 in the town of Toropets, located 480 kilometers north of Ukraine. The construction was part of a 2012 government program set to improve Russia's storage of missiles, ammunition, and explosives. According to Russia's Defense Ministry, the program, worth 90 billion rubles (nearly $980 million), called for 13 modern arms depots to be built. [ ... ] Yet the source in the Security Service of Ukraine (SBU) told the Kyiv Independent that a "very powerful detonation" occurred, and the affected area was 6 kilometers (3.7 miles) wide. NASA satellites also recorded a surge in thermal activity in Tver Oblast, where the 107th arsenal of the Main Missile and Artillery Directorate is located. "The arsenal seems to have been built correctly, with bunkered storage facilities that can hold up to 240 tons of ammunition each," Serhiy Zgurets, military expert and CEO of the Ukrainian media Defense Express, told the Kyiv Independent.

As Joe Biden might put it, this is "a big fucking deal". Months worth of ammunition, missiles, and other ordnance which was waiting to be used against Ukrainians has been eliminated.

In total, about 30,000 tons of ammunition were stored in the arsenal in Toropets, which could have been enough to conduct attacks for months, according to the expert. Russia most likely stored 122 mm Grad ammunition, 82 mm mines, and missiles for Buk medium-range surface-to-air missile systems, among other munitions, according to Zgurets.

Ukraine apparently destroyed 30,000 tons (i.e. 30 kilotons) of ammo. For comparison, the atomic bomb dropped on Hiroshima was the equivalent of 15 kilotons.

Ukrainians are intelligent and resourceful. They are now building drones which cannot be jammed by electronic warfare. They may have used those to get to Toropets.

And it seems a bit weird that Russia would build a gigantic arsenal just 4.51 km (less than 3 miles) from downtown Toropets – a scenic town and local administrative center.

So Ukraine has now penetrated and destroyed an impenetrable arms depot. Previously, Ukraine has stopped unstoppable Kinzhal Russian missiles. This war is unwinnable for Russia but the country continues to humiliate itself with its unmistakable military ineptitude.

[ratteni-da-rotten]

A Mouse Among Owls? - Chapter 01

Fandom: Murder Drones

Warnings: Background Character Death, accidental baby acquisition

Characters (so far): Serial Designation V, Uzi Doorman

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A vibrant yellow cross stared at the small thing on the floor. The feathered beast’s head tilted slightly to the side trying to figure out what it was. She felt her tail gently swishing behind, disturbing the ever-so-frigid snow. Serial Designation V’s thermal sensors detected heat emanating from it, the object’s red-yellow-green colours contrasted against a sea of blue.

Pained and terrified cries were still echoing near her. Their source was a worker who was in the process of dying. The disassembler lacked any care for its pathetic whimpering. In her opinion, their suffering made great background music. Maybe she would record it and add it to her internal audio collection folders so she could listen to it during boredom spells.

There was no need for pity; the gashes inflicted on the lesser drone’s chassis would make it soon go into FATAL ERROR by oil loss. At least, it wouldn’t be a lonely death since the rogue machine would join their fallen peers around them. Dark liquid haphazardly painted the cold surroundings, its tantalising smell as if seducing the killer angel for a taste.

No need to rush things, the workers wouldn’t return to life and flee nor would the winged lass allow any other rival disassembler to steal her sweet spoils. Normally, V would be playing and taunting with the remaining worker on its deathbed but her focus remained on the mysterious item. By reviewing her recent memory files, the metallic beast recalled it had been thrown near her feet when she dove from the sky and attacked the wandering group of toasters.

Perhaps it had been a distraction attempt? SD - V doubted the workers were smart enough for that, they were nothing more than mindless machinery. Maybe their rudimentary AI had come up with the conclusion that less weight meant it could run away faster.

The interesting oval-shaped object was wrapped by a purple and white rabbit-themed blanket, what was once snug around the thing now had noticeably loosed but still concealed the small hidden item’s identity.

She kneeled and leaned forward, both clawed hands on the snowy ground, as if essentially cornering the motionless mystery would improve the inspection. Carefully, a finger-blade lightly tapped the fabric only to feel something solid underneath. V licked her chops and removed the blanket just enough to reveal its contents.

It was like her servos had frozen; even Serial Designation V’s tail stopped dead in the air. Neon purple eyes, hollow and shaking, adorned with stress lines, stared back at her. The stare remained locked into each other’s visors until the nearby sound of sobs stole the smaller robot’s attention. Mangled worker drone carcasses were on full display, and the twin moons’ tender light made their spilt oil gleam beautifully. One had yet to pass away, its off-putting sounds worsening the situation tenfold.

A strangled whine escaped the pill baby’s voicebox, momentarily restraining itself, before scaling into full grating wailing. V’s stringy tail lowered to the ground and curled up around one of her pointy legs, the toxic yellow cross on her visor quickly was replaced by normal drone eyes. The disassembly machine had an unreadable facial expression, her body was as still as a statue except for her quivering claws.

“Shit shit shit shitshitshit,” were the words the murder bot gal started to scream within the confines of her mind. Mind, core, and code began to caterwaul against each other as if trying to bend the rivalling wants to its will by being the loudest.

Drones like her were made to adapt to every environment and situation with the sole goal of completing their mission. Yet this scenario was new; she had no prior experience, and the expected outcome would surely leave a bitter taste in her jaws. What was she supposed to do when every part of her was in conflict?

Serial Designation V’s gaze briefly wandered to the suffering, bleeding, worker not far from them. Its suffering was finally reaching the end, the rogue machine would be of no help if it was dead. The untrained neural network wouldn’t last long if V allowed them to “flee” together, other predatory robots would be attracted by the dark sweet liquid leaking from their wounds. She doubted the thing would even make it very far, a few metres and the drone would undoubtedly collapse back on the polar desert’s cold surface.

“Maybe… maybe I could just leave it he–”, the usually fierce disassembly machine shook her head. Starvation would claim the tiny aluminium infant, a drawn-out demise if not found by others, and terribly agonising for a being who isn’t familiar with neglected hunger pangs. Stabbing through its CPU would be quicker and, hopefully, less painful. Furthermore, it was unlikely another disassembler would terminate the thing if they stumbled on it. “Too little oil, not worth the effort,” they would probably think to themselves.

V lifted a single, trembling, sharp blade ready to spear through the artificial baby’s visor. Seconds passed by, the deadly claws hovering over its smaller form, and she couldn’t compel herself to do what was supposed to be her job. The ferocious hunter, the one who enjoyed prolonging her prey’s misery and experimenting with how much damage it could sustain before permanently shutting down, was reluctant to tear a UNN to shreds. If other squads became aware of this, they would surely crack up at this fact.

Poor thing was crying its speakers out, scrunched LED eyes, wiggling erratically on the ground. So utterly defenceless, they couldn’t even try to turn tail as it lacked any limbs, under the claws of an oilfeeder. Looking closely at the thing, it resembled the– Nope, not thinking about that right now!

No living being stays young forever, untrained neural networks get older and moult from their infantile shape. When this one achieved the milestone, it would die by her claws or by her teammates. And if the pill drone died before that due to someone else’s actions, that would still be alright. V will turn a blind eye, as long it isn’t her fault.

SD - V swapped her claws back to her ordinary hands and gingerly cradled the robot infant close to her chest. The embrace was warm, so different from Copper-9’s freezing winds. For that moment the taller being’s fans were audible to the pill drone, the proximity allowed so. Her cries decreased in intensity, the gentle back rubbing and the ceasing of death gurgles lulled the tiny one into quietness. Bawling took a toll on the pill baby, making it enter SLEEP MODE. Dormant in a monster’s arms, killer of her kind, it was comforting nonetheless.

[icypolargirl78]

Haunting - A Mechaformers Short Story

this au belongs to @keferon, whose fantastic art and the many fics they've received has inspired me to write angst about two of my original characters.

there is a slight warning for dead bodies, as well as references to past child abuse, and a dash of depersonalisation from the pov character.

Contrary to popular belief, dying was the easy part. 

She awoke not in the cockpit of the lumbering machine that once carried her into battle, but instead as the machine itself. Pistons and bolts replaced bones and blood vessels, a thick sludge of oil pumping through rubber cables in place of plasma. 

There was no pain either. 

She had expected death to hurt, all the other injuries sustained by piloting the giant machine had hurt like nothing before. But pain was a familiar comfort, it was natural. Pilots did not get to experience the bliss of a zero on that accursed scale that the medics so often dragged out during routine appointments. 

The last time she could recall sitting at a zero was before she had first stepped foot in the giant metallic creature. She was only three years old, memories so fuzzy around the edges that the mere sensation of not being in pain was entirely foreign throughout the rest of her life. 

But now there was nothing. No physical sensation despite the vast influx of data was was rolling through the machine’s internal processors. No… not the machine’s… Her processors now. That would take some getting used to. 

Systems far beyond the pale limits of the human mind now reached out in all directions. Pressure sensors, damage to the hull of her outer armour, a sparking set of wires now hanging limply from a disconnected shoulder joint. It was all laid out in efficient priority trees that reached so far down the new HUD that sat just barely on the corners of her vision that it hurt to try and strain her already taxed systems to try and read them all. 

Slowly, as time slipped by in waves and ripples that meant nothing to something so big and inanimate, she began to realise that something was giving off a foul odour. It was difficult to tell what it was or how exactly she was even smelling anything when the robotic monstrosity wasn’t even programmed to detect such things. 

But eventually she managed to navigate - a lone ghost in a sea of rotting data - to the camera system that recorded all internal systems in the hope that any data could be useful for later recruits. 

Oh… 

The sight that greeted her was… Well she imagined that in any other situation it would be unnerving or even scary. 

Slumped in the cockpit was a tall figure dressed in the armoured suits that all mecha pilots were issued after being assigned their metalic death traps. Long curly locks spilled over the figure’s shoulders, leading down down down to a massive piece of rebar that stuck out of their chest. 

Sticky blood was drying around the entrance wound. A puddle had already collected on the floor beneath the pilot’s chair. 

That is her. She knows that. That is her body sitting slumped in that chair. It’s dead. She is dead. And yet… and yet somehow she is not. 

The memories of before the crash were fuzzy. Fragments of a name, a smiling face with enough joy to light up a whole city. There was pain, a lot of pain from training regiments that broken apart her teenage body and replaced it with something that could fight and kill as well as the best of the military’s willing recruits at half their age. And there is also hope. Hope for a better future. Hope that maybe one day, she… and… someone else can leave and find something better to occupy their time with. 

She stares down at the body. Lot of good hope did. She was just another dead recruit who couldn’t handle the pressure of the fight. 

Around her, the machine rumbles, responding to her anger in the only way it knows how. It rises, and with it, she can feel ever tiny sensation recorded by its sensors. There is the rocks beneath its flat feet, the whisp of air over it’s helm sensors, and the sparking wrongness of a missing limb. 

Slowly she walks, adjusting to having to balance in a body that was carefully crafted to respond to the inputs of an external controller. She doesn’t have a clue as to which direction she should head but there is a small glowing pinprick on the tiny map inside her HUD and nothing else seems a better path. So she walks. 

There is a medic waiting outside the small base. Tiny in comparison to the hulking machine and yet standing at attention like they were waiting for someone. 

Slowly, she sinks downwards, folding thick leg struts beneath herself and leaving enough room for the medic to access the hatch at the bottom of the creature’s inner thigh. 

“Oh thank god.” The medic was saying. “I thought you were gone!” Slowly, and she can feel every ounce of sensation, the medic climbs upwards towards the cockpit. She can feel every step, practiced like this was routine. “Oh…” 

It had not occurred to her that the medic might be expecting an alive pilot. The corpse is out of place amongst the otherwise pristine walls of the machine. 

“NO!” The medic rushes forward, hands frantically pulling at the rebar pushed deep into the corpse’s chest. “NO YOU PROMISED ME!!! YOU PROMISED WE WERE GOING TO LEAVE TOGETHER! YOU CAN’T JUST DIE ON ME MOLLY!” 

The name sparks something. Molly… That was familiar… That was her. 

Molly, sixth legion, 1st officer, honoured fighter, code name Malware. She was older than most recruits, pushing nearly 50 but keeping her planet safe and secure despite the ache in her joints and the longing in her heart. Molly. 

“I’m sorry.” She tries to say. But the medic just keeps crying, small and scared and alone. They cannot hear her. She is just another part of the machine. 

“YOU IDIOT. YOU PROMISED YOU’D BE SAFE. YOU SAID YOU’D COME BACK TO ME!” The medic’s hands shake with the effort of pulling the helmet off Molly’s stiff head. “WAKE UP MOLLY!” Gloved hands cup a still face. 

“I’m sorry.” She says again, willing her new systems to try and do something, anything to comfort the medic. They had a name, she was sure of it, but there was nothing within her memory banks that lended a clue. 

“Doctor?” A head poked into the cockpit. “I was wondering where you… Oh-” 

Another medic steps into the cockpit and bundles the smaller one into a hug. “It’ll be okay.” 

“SHE’S HEAD.” The small medic wails, voice so mournful that her whole structure quaked with the need to comfort and hold. “THERE’S NO OKAY.” 

I’m right here. She wanted to say. I’m still here.

But no words came out. Her systems were not built for communication with such lifeforms. She was a machine, born to kill, born to save, and born to serve. Like life, in death she was a tool to be used by others and no amount of banging on the walls would bring them down. 

I’m sorry. She stared at the medics as they slowly hauled away Molly’s corpse. I’m sorry I couldn’t keep my promise. 

Molly was dead. There would be no second chances. No way to explain, no way to comfort the lover that was to clean up the broken wreckage of a broken heart. No, all that was left was inside the machine was Malware and she wasn’t going to let any stupid army official chain her to such a life any longer. If they wanted to be rid of her permanently, they would have to deconstruct this new body piece by piece and send her directly to hell themselves. 

[ravens-and-rust]

WASTE DISPOSAL || MAUL.EXE STARTING UP … PLEASE WAIT … RUNNING DIAGNOSTICS … … … TACTILE SENSORS ONLINE. OPTICS ONLINE. VOICEBOX ONLINE. MOTILITY ONLINE. AUDITORY SYSTEMS ONLINE. OLFACTORY SENSORS ONLINE. MAUL.EXE BOOT UP SUCCESSFUL.

  Maul's eyes blinked open as notifications and pop-up windows exploded across her HUD, notifying her of her prolonged inactivity and her need for sustenance. Her joints twitched uncomfortably as she unfolded herself from the position she'd fallen asleep in: knees to her chest, arms curled around her torso, all three toe claws tightly curled to avoid snagging anything...it was uncomfortable. She hissed as her tail unwound behind her and opened the curtain to her little nest, blinding her light-sensitive eyes with the disgusting glow of sunlight. The corner of her HUD told her it was 6:47 in the evening; just about time for the sun to go down. Her teeth clacked together as she opened and shut her jaw, grumbling lowly and slithering her way out of her small enclosure.

  The tall wall of windows illuminated her as she padded past, throwing her shadow across the floor like a thick, black carpet. Her casing glowed with an unnatural, oozing hue of sunset orange, so far off from her own colour scheme that she paused for a second to admire herself. She dragged a claw up her calf, crooning softly at the bold colours of the evening.   "You're an interesting DCA model," said a gruff voice from behind her. Her head whipped around so fast that her rays rattled in their housings. She felt every wire in her body pull taut as she examined the voice's owner. Another Eclipse, from the looks of it, but...with pants, flat feet, and a third arm. He had one arm held aloft, some kind of screen illuminating his face with blue-toned light; a hand hovered over it as if he was typing. His emotes also seemed to be on, and he was watching her warily. Her tail lashed as she slid into a defensive position, claws digging into the linoleum and mouth pulling back into a razor-bearing sneer. There was another machine in her territory, and he stank of rust, iron, and oil. He'd killed recently.   "You smell like death," she growled, her programming urging her to move forward, to attack, to pin him down and sink her teeth into his upper left arm and yank. She resisted, though, instincts telling her he could easily wipe the floor with her oil. She could feel the last remains of the day sliding down her body as the sun set, and she could finally see the bot in front of her properly. Scarlet and raven casings, sickly saffron-yellow teeth, three ebony and sunset eyes, and vibrant orange vanes that sine-waved slowly as he assessed the danger she displayed.   "So do you," the eclipse replied calmly, looking her up and down and fixing her with a pointed stare. "You also look like a walking, talking caution sign, though, so I'm going to assume you're a hostile machine."   Well, duh. She returned his stare with her own, raising and lowering her tail spines in thought. This model clearly wasn't from anywhere near, not with his strange choice of clothing and body type.   "I suppose you could say that," she rumbled, her mouth snapping shut a few times and filling the space with clicking noises. "You look like a Dorito."   The other didn't seem to like that; in fact, he winced at the comparison. "I am not," he paused, pointing at Maul with a clawed finger, "a Dorito."   She grinned. "You look like you're spicy nacho-flavoured."   "Well, I'm not, so don't get any ideas," the eclipse grumbled, lowering the arm with the screen. As if it detected that he was done with it, it shut off, leaving just red and black ombre in its place. Maul couldn't help but wonder how easily his arm would crunch in her jaws. "Considering my computer told me that you're a cannibal."   "What's...a can-ni-bal?" she asked, her posture tensing further. Was it something negative; was he insulting her?   The eclipse's expression soured further. "It's someone who eats their own kind."   Her own kind. Her own kind!? She was alone, actually, thank you very much, Mr. Mysterious! She was the only one like her; her cousins--Mouse and Mutt--were built differently and only fed on human flesh. They weren't as resilient as she, they weren't as bold as she, and they needed to be protected. She was fine all by herself, and she made that known.   Her claws clacked against the linoleum as she got into the male's personal space. Her size outmatched his at least two-to-one. "I am my own kind," she spat, narrowing her eyes and hissing steam from her vents in irritation. "I am the only one of me."   "No, you misunderstood." His demeanour stayed calm and collected despite the monstrous animatronic that stank of blood and oil hovering over him.   "How."   "I meant your kind as metal; machinery; needs electricity to work. Not you specifically. Like how I, Eclipse, am of the same metal as you."   Ah, so his name was Eclipse. How...original. She backed away, growling deep in her throat, and sat a few feet from him. "Then, yes, I suppose I am a cannibal. What of it?"

[eitherlyingorstupid]

Wanted to get better at reader/canon so. Gn human reader/Beachcomber, ambiguous genitals. @pinkanonwrites I figured you'd like this

You run a hand over the rounded, blue extensions on Beachcomber's head. "What are these for?" You're sitting on his shoulder, in a secluded cove. Lights dance on the roof, reflected from the gentle waves below.

"Mm… ultrasonic detection… sonar, radar, and all that." His voice is thick and husky, and his engine rumbles. You've been hanging out with the minibot for quite some time, and you enjoy feeling the vibrations of his machinery.

You lean closer, feeling his warmth, breathing in the familiar, metallic tang of oil and electricity. "So, these… they help you navigate, or something?"

"Not exactly. Well, they do, but that's not all. They're also… sensory organs, I suppose. They help me feel the currents in the water, sense movement in the sand… and, well…" He pauses, his optics flickering down to your hand. "…they also give me… pleasure."

You freeze, unsure whether to tug your hand away or keep going.

"I'm sorry if that's too… forward," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "I just… I haven't felt this connected to someone in a long time. I don't want to lose it now."

You swallow hard, feeling a mixture of shock and something else you can't quite identify. "It's okay," you manage to say, your voice barely audible. "I'm… enjoying this too." You stroke the sensor crest, feeling rather than hearing a moan rise from his throat.

Beachcomber shudders, leaning his head against you. "Oh, Primus… you have no idea how good that feels…" He pauses, taking a deep breath. "I'm sorry… I shouldn't be doing this… not with a human…"

"Why not? Is it some sort of taboo?"

"It's… complicated. It's just not something that's encouraged." He hesitates, then continues, "Not when you're in close quarters with a human. It's not fair to them… to expect them to understand." Beachcomber sucks on his lower lip. It's a surprisingly erotic sight.

"But I understand, and I want this." You lean forward and kiss him gently on the cheek. "I want to be with you."

"Even with me being so big?"

You smile against his cheek, running your hands along his crest. "Especially with you being so big. You're so strong, and I feel so safe with you."

His fans are starting to kick on, and the air around you almost feels charged like you're in a thunderstorm.

"Well… if you're sure…" he whispers, his voice barely audible over the whir of his systems. "I… I would like that." He lifts one hand to his shoulder, gently picking you up by the waist and setting you on the ground. He's shifted his position, legs spread and hips angled up. "I suppose I could show you…"

The panels on his groin retract, and you find yourself staring at what looks a lot like a fleshlight.

"I've never done this before," he confesses, his voice shaking. "I've… never wanted anyone like this before. But I want you… so much…" Beachcomber reaches down to spread the dark blue lips of his - his pussy, and there's even a little white clitoris nestled in the folds.

"It looks just like a human… uh, vulva."

"My kind is incredibly adaptable. Our frames change to imitate the native creatures of the planets we visit… before I came here, I had four arms and wheels instead of legs." His fingers gently massage the clit through its hood. "And now, I have two arms, two legs, and… this."

You can't help but stare, mesmerized by the sight of him touching himself. It's so intimate, so… human. Your heart races.

Beachcomber gazes down at you, his expression a mix of desire and vulnerability. "You're so beautiful," he whispers, his fingers moving faster. "I want to make you feel good too."

He pulls you closer, positioning you between his legs. His hands guide you, showing you how to touch him, where to touch him. You feel the heat coming off his plating, the muscles (or gears, probably) in his thighs tense as he holds you against him. His hips move involuntarily, grinding against your stomach as you begin to stroke him.

You slide a hand down to the soft, wet hole. Three fingers fit with room to spare, and a fourth makes the opening stretch. Beachcomber moans as you gently push your entire hand inside. You can't help but giggle as you realize you're fisting a giant alien robot.

"You're so tight," you murmur, feeling his inner walls clench around your fingers. "And you feel so good." He responds by pushing his hips forward, forcing your fingers deeper inside. You begin to thrust, matching his movements as he fucks your hand.

Beachcomber's other hand pinches and rolls his clit.

"That feels so good," he moans. "You're doing such a good job… I can't… I'm close…" His thrusts become more frantic, his hips trembling. "Faster, don't stop…"

You obey, thrusting your hand faster and harder. The wet heat of his insides envelops your fingers as he comes, his pussy clamping down on you in a powerful spasm.

"Frag, yes!" he cries out, his voice thick with pleasure. "Oh god, I'm… I'm going to… ohhhhh…" He trembles with the aftershocks.

As his grip on you eases, you slide your hand out of him, feeling his warmth and the wetness left behind. There was something surreal at having this huge, powerful being react this way to your touch.

"Are you… okay?" you ask, feeling slightly out of breath.

Beachcomber lets out a shuddering breath, his frame going still for a moment. Then, with a smile that takes over his face, he answers, "Better than okay. Thank you." He lifts one hand to your face, cupping your cheek gently. "You're incredible. I want to return the favor."

You blush and nod. "I'd like that."

He gently picks you up with both hands, bringing you to his face so he can nuzzle into your belly.

"You're so warm, and soft, and you smell so good…" He nibbles at your shirt, pulling it out of the way to expose your stomach. "I want to taste you…" His tongue sweeps out, licking over your skin, before he finds your nipple with his lips. They're made of tiny overlapping metal pieces, each smaller than a dime, hard but without sharp edges.

You arch your back, moaning softly as pleasure shoots through you.

His tongue slides lower, lapping at your clothed sex.

"Your skin feels so smooth here too," he whispers, nuzzling closer. He pulls your underwear aside with a thumb. His tongue darts out, you feel the wet heat of his breath on your skin, the warmth of his tongue as it licks and circles. He takes a deep breath, inhaling your scent, before burying his face between your legs. His hands cup your hips, holding you steady as his tongue begins to move, probing and exploring.

You moan, arching your back as pleasure washes over you. His touch is so intimate, so gentle, it's almost too much to bear. You feel the arousal between your legs, the heat of his breath on your skin, the vibration of his growl as he works you. You slid your fingers across his smooth head, holding him close, urging him on.

His tongue flicks out, teasing your most sensitive place, circling it before sucking it into his mouth. You cry out, your body tensing, every nerve ending focused on the sensation of his lips and tongue. He's relentless, his touch skillful, knowing exactly what you need. You come, your body shuddering with release as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you.

Beachcombers engine growls low as he finally lowers you, holding you to his chest.

"Frag, you're amazing," he breathes, his voice hoarse from desire. "You taste so good…" He kisses your shoulder, his lips hot and soft against your skin.

"Thanks," you manage. Your clothes are in disarray, but this has been worth it.

[crossroads-of-the-raven]

By Blue Eyes, Yellow Will Die - Epilogue: A Murder Drones story

It had taken him a half hour to reboot, in that time the sentinels had shut down Max, Ali, Marc and Amanda before returning to their room. His mother had placed him on one of the beds and while she waited for him to come to, she had already used her tail to assist with her own repairs. Things were quiet, a solemn silence, his mother may have been distant with the others, but that didn’t mean she delighted in their destruction, for as far as she was concerned, for every lab drone that had to have their core removed was another victory for Cyn.

His mother turned to him, as he rose from his bed, they were all that was left. With the sentinels back in their room, mother and son went to collect the bodies. The process was slow, and despite his reboot, Beau was tired, he could feel fatigued in every aspect of his code, but this couldn’t be put off – the humans had found out the hard way what happened when a drone didn’t have enough material to self-repair but still had their heart. First was Max and then Ali – their jars placed in visual range of each other (just as Jerom and Connie’s cores had been) – after had been Marc and Amanda who received the same courtesy though their cores had to be place in a different oven then the others (a reorganization could be done later). As for their bodies, they would be taken apart for scraps after examination to ensure they were clean of Cyn’s influence.

He'd be lying if he said he wasn’t worried. The fatigue was getting to both of them, if he could convince his mother to rest–

The sensors alarms were active. Someone was coming.

Someone was coming and it was too soon to bring out the sentinels.

A trap was set, and the trap was sprung

Beau wasn’t tired anymore … he’s not sure the adrenaline is better though.

“Two murder pets, a drone girl, and … this” his mother said.

Beau looked to his mother in question.

“I don’t know how to explain it” she continued, “we’ll put a magnet on her anyway.”

Alice rolled over the purple haired drone, her eyes squinting.

“I’ll handle this one, a normal lookin’ drone, palin’ around with murder pets-”

Using her tail, Alice lifted the arm of the female murder pet before giving a start, she looked to Beau – for a moment, there was fear in her eyes.

She took a breath, “I’ll handle this one too.”

With that they moved the four intruders, the strange one and the male drone to one of the examination rooms and the two female drones to Alice’s main lab room.

(~*~)

Yellow Eyes was here and Beau was terrified.

The sentinels had crushed his mother head – with any hope, she could come back from that. Time seemed to slow down as he aimed his laser blaster, maybe it was because he was tired, fatigue addling his mind, all he had to do survive, get to the body his mother had made him … and … and then what?

Maybe it was fatigue, maybe … maybe …

He freed the female murder drone.

With a tip of his hat the jaws of the sentinels closed around him, and he felt it, he felt it as his solver code activated in his defense, clinging to the sentinel hive like system as his power guided him to the center. For a moment he was ten again and he felt himself being to panic before a spark, glitched through the system. Gathering himself, he examined the system, with the sentinels in a frenzy he wouldn’t be able to take possession of one but … the sparking one … he wouldn’t be able to take possession, but he could station his code.

Entering the mind of the sparking one, he began weaving his web, taking root, taking the reins and as the creature began to wake, his influence guided the sentinel as he battled to not be consumed by the animal’s oil-lust.

[Secret Elevator hallway has been breached by intruders]

[Previous tactics insufficient]

Request, memory of previous encounter.

[Presenting Visuals]

Analysis.

[Unknown entity]

[Blood and Oil detected]

Detail.

[Human Flesh detected]

[Drone components detected]

Detail.

[Human Flesh – Dead … simulating life … status unknown]

[Drone components – in line with most dangerous subjects of Cabin Fever Labs]

[Previous tactics may be insufficient for secondary encounter]

[Additional Weapon required]

Main lab room.

[Lab entered]

Abnormal Drone Arm.

[Abnormal Drone arm located]

Contains a cache of weapons.

[Acquired]

Hat and bolo tie.

[Unnecessary]

Necessary items for possible future post-fight interaction.

[Inquiry: Protection]

Identifying Items to receive assistance from daughter of Dr. Beaumont.

[Identified: Alice Beaumont – Human – Status: Dead]

Second Daughter of Dr. Beaumont, same name as predecessor.

[In relation to Dr. Beaumont: Alice Giam–]

Beaumont!

[Alice Beaumont: Drone – Zombie Drone, Solver Drone, Level 1 Sub-Section: Sleeper]

Scientist researching cure to defeat the Singularity.

[…]

[Items to be acquired after fight – compromise]

Compromise.

[Information required: Primary Target]

Primary target, Human-Drone.

[Target accepted]

[Additional information concerning others]

Compromise, Enemies of Cyn the Singularity, are safe.

[Compromise accepted – sentinel test required]

Accepted.

(~*~) -- (~*~) -- (~*~) -- (~*~) -- (~*~) -- (~*~) -- (~*~)

Hey all, so this is the end of Beau's part of the story, but stay tuned as next week, we'll be starting on Alice's part of the story: Breaking The Broken Pattern.

As for the future of this story, check out my pinned post for more information or if you want to reread the previous chapters.

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Din Djarin holding the mystery lightsaber, while pieces of The Emperor's Dream lay on either side of him. Mini-figure and parts by LEGO. Image by me.

Not Fair? Part 16 of LEGO My Lightsaber

The Mandalorian wasn’t sure what he expected to do when he reached the surface of Zoh. The New Jedi Council was completely focused on addressing the problem of The Emperor’s Dream. Neat stacks of parts and sub assemblies had been forming all over the surface of the planet, as far as his sensors could detect. If he’d never seen Grogu lift that mudhorn up, he would never have believed his eyes now. But he did believe his eyes and the sensors and the plan they had laid out. He just wasn’t sure what his next step should be.

“Hey, Mando. Do you need anything? Anything at all? Rowan and the others are pretty busy and while I’d normally be happy to lay back and just sit in an oil bath, I’ve been informed that my job is to make sure that the humans and other non-droids are properly cared for.”

“Sure. Can you get me a cup of caf?”

As long as the battle droid had a job that wasn’t about battle, he was as happy about it doing something as it was.

“Of course. I’m an expert at making caf. Just ask anyone. Except Kordi. Or Zander. Or Rowan for that matter. I’ll get you a cup of caf.”

Great. That promised to be something liquid. 

“Mando to Lt. Valeria…”

“Valeria here. What’s up Mando?”

He could hear other people asking her for their next orders and telling her what they had completed. She sounded busy.

“Just wondering if we have any other interlopers.”

“Negative. Durpin has cried himself to sleep and Plumestriker is trying to eat us out of house and home. I guess they’ve had it pretty rough the last few months. I’d tell you more, but we are in full repair mode right now, just like your Mandalorian counterparts. But don’t worry, if we get a hit on the sensors we’ll let you know.”

“Roger that. Mando out.”

The Mandalorian turned back to look at the council and found himself face to face with the battle droid again. 

“No, Roger this. Here’s your caf. Hope you like black. We don’t have any of that stuff you humans ruin it with.”

The tone was judgmental and it made the Mandalorian curious.

“I didn’t think droids or mechs drank this stuff.” 

Djarin commented indicating the cup.

“We don’t. But it’s great for removing rust, paint blisters, and cleaning our circuits. That’s why I don’t understand why humans drink it. It can’t be good for you if does those other things.”

The Mandalorian looked at the dark translucent liquid that was steaming in a cup that had an old Imperial crest on it that was circled in red with a slash through it. He took a sniff and then poured it out onto the ground. There was no way he could bring himself to drink it.

“Hey! Waste not want not. I coulda used that to clean my hinges. This planet has so much sand on it, you’d think it was Tatooine’s twin.”

With that said, the battle droid stomped away muttering about how humans just didn’t understand priorities. 

Maybe they didn’t. Din Djarin recalled that he’d been sent to Zoh not just to pick up the Imps but to collect the lightsaber. Now he had it. He supposed that he should test it and see if it really was a lightsaber or if it was some sort of toy. Plumestriker thought it was a toy, but Durpin clearly thought he had discovered something of immense importance. Only one way to find out. 

He supposed he could have just stayed where he was and thumbed the switch that should have turned the thing on. But if he did that, would that distract the New Jedi Council? He couldn’t imagine Grogu not being distracted. His son had been wanting a lightsaber of his own ever since Skywalker had shown him the one that belonged to one of Grogu’s people, but refused to give it to him. 

The Mandalorian had heard a variety of choruses to a song that was generally about life not being fair and Jedi were supposed to help make it more fair, not less, and that Grogu had spent more time at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant than any of the people currently calling themselves Jedi or ‘not a Jedi’. The words changed over time but the sentiment was always the same. Life. Was. Not. Fair.

This was not a moment in time when Djarin wanted to deal with that song. Chances were good this wouldn’t be a moment of fairness either. The lightsaber he’d recovered with almost as tall as Grogu. It was perhaps just half of his son’s weight. Grogu would have to use the Force to use the weapon and that just didn’t make sense. At least not at this point in time. Better to move to a place that was out of sight and hope that equalled being out of mind. 

He looked around and noticed that a few meters to his right hand side that terrain of the strange planet dipped and rolled into a kind of parts laden valley. He wouldn’t be that far away if Grogu needed him for any reason, or Lt. Valeria for that matter, but he would be out of line of sight. He put thoughts into action and walked in that direction. 

When he reached the center of what looked and kind of felt like a pan or bowl, the way the sides raised up to block his view of everything else, he grinned. Now he wouldn’t distract Grogu and could just check the lightsaber out at his leisure without any droid or mech interrupting him. 

“Here goes nothing.”

The Mandalorian thumbed the switch to the ‘on’ position and and held his breath. He was either going to see a meter long beam of light emit from the handle or… nothing. 

To his surprise a bright blue beam was emitted not just straight from the hilt but across it as well. The smaller beams seemed to be intended to protect the users hand from other contact, something he hadn’t noticed on Ahsoka Tano’s blades, nor on Skywalker’s. He shrugged at that. Weapons evolved and changed over time, just like the people who used them. This one seemed to have been fashioned for beauty as well as lethality and he wondered which Jedi thought that was a good combination. The ones he’d met seemed far more practical. 

He thought about the Armorer trying to teach him how to use the Darksaber and how that had been nothing more than a fiasco. This lightsaber was just humming lightly at him. It felt comfortable in his hand. He could swing it easily. It wasn’t fighting him at all. Were they all that way? Or did this lightsaber simply not resent him for not being a Mandalorian by birth? As Grogu had explained and Seb Ta’low as well, Jedi came from many planets and backgrounds. They were connected by the Force. Mandalorians had to swear to the Creed and walk within its ways to remain Mandalorian. If you left the path, even for a moment, you were no longer Mandalorian. Perhaps that had been the problem with the Darksaber? Strange.

Almost as strange as how the light over his mock battle ground was fading fast. That didn’t seem right. Zoh didn’t have a short rotation around it’s axis. It shouldn’t be getting dark yet. Strange. 

Before he knew what was happening the blade of the lightsaber seemed to pull his arm high and the Mandalorian felt the jolt of the blade cutting through something, practically effortlessly. A moment later he stood there, pulse pounding in his ears, looking from side to side. A huge housing from one of the engines that had powered The Emperor’s Dream was now in two pieces, still red hot and sizzling. That housing would have crushed him. The lightsaber had saved his life. 

Whoops…

[blitzbahrain]

Smart Switchgear in 2025: What Electrical Engineers Need to Know

In the fast-evolving world of electrical infrastructure, smart switchgear is no longer a futuristic concept — it’s the new standard. As we move through 2025, the integration of intelligent systems into traditional switchgear is redefining how engineers design, monitor, and maintain power distribution networks.

This shift is particularly crucial for electrical engineers, who are at the heart of innovation in sectors like manufacturing, utilities, data centers, commercial construction, and renewable energy.

In this article, we’ll break down what smart switchgear means in 2025, the technologies behind it, its benefits, and what every electrical engineer should keep in mind.

What is Smart Switchgear?

Smart switchgear refers to traditional switchgear (devices used for controlling, protecting, and isolating electrical equipment) enhanced with digital technologies, sensors, and communication modules that allow:

Real-time monitoring

Predictive maintenance

Remote operation and control

Data-driven diagnostics and performance analytics

This transformation is powered by IoT (Internet of Things), AI, cloud computing, and edge devices, which work together to improve reliability, safety, and efficiency in electrical networks.

Key Innovations in Smart Switchgear (2025 Edition)

1. IoT Integration

Smart switchgear is equipped with intelligent sensors that collect data on temperature, current, voltage, humidity, and insulation. These sensors communicate wirelessly with central systems to provide real-time status and alerts.

2. AI-Based Predictive Maintenance

Instead of traditional scheduled inspections, AI algorithms can now predict component failure based on usage trends and environmental data. This helps avoid downtime and reduces maintenance costs.

3. Cloud Connectivity

Cloud platforms allow engineers to remotely access switchgear data from any location. With user-friendly dashboards, they can visualize key metrics, monitor health conditions, and set thresholds for automated alerts.

4. Cybersecurity Enhancements

As devices get connected to networks, cybersecurity becomes crucial. In 2025, smart switchgear is embedded with secure communication protocols, access control layers, and encrypted data streams to prevent unauthorized access.

5. Digital Twin Technology

Some manufacturers now offer a digital twin of the switchgear — a virtual replica that updates in real-time. Engineers can simulate fault conditions, test load responses, and plan future expansions without touching the physical system.

Benefits for Electrical Engineers

1. Operational Efficiency

Smart switchgear reduces manual inspections and allows remote diagnostics, leading to faster response times and reduced human error.

2. Enhanced Safety

Early detection of overload, arc flash risks, or abnormal temperatures enhances on-site safety, especially in high-voltage environments.

3. Data-Driven Decisions

Real-time analytics help engineers understand load patterns and optimize distribution for efficiency and cost savings.

4. Seamless Scalability

Modular smart systems allow for quick expansion of power infrastructure, particularly useful in growing industrial or smart city projects.

Applications Across Industries

Manufacturing Plants — Monitor energy use per production line

Data Centers — Ensure uninterrupted uptime and cooling load balance

Commercial Buildings — Integrate with BMS (Building Management Systems)

Renewable Energy Projects — Balance grid load from solar or wind sources

Oil & Gas Facilities — Improve safety and compliance through monitoring

What Engineers Need to Know Moving Forward

1. Stay Updated with IEC & IEEE Standards

Smart switchgear must comply with global standards. Engineers need to be familiar with updates related to IEC 62271, IEC 61850, and IEEE C37 series.

2. Learn Communication Protocols

Proficiency in Modbus, DNP3, IEC 61850, and OPC UA is essential to integrating and troubleshooting intelligent systems.

3. Understand Lifecycle Costing

Smart switchgear might have a higher upfront cost but offers significant savings in maintenance, energy efficiency, and downtime over its lifespan.

4. Collaborate with IT Teams

The line between electrical and IT is blurring. Engineers should work closely with cybersecurity and cloud teams for seamless, secure integration.

Conclusion

Smart switchgear is reshaping the way electrical systems are built and managed in 2025. For electrical engineers, embracing this innovation isn’t just an option — it’s a career necessity.

At Blitz Bahrain, we specialize in providing cutting-edge switchgear solutions built for the smart, digital future. Whether you’re an engineer designing the next big project or a facility manager looking to upgrade existing systems, we’re here to power your progress.

[socojes]

The oil level sensor is used together with the GPS liquid level remote sensing system to provide dynamic oil level information for all kinds of vehicles, power machinery, generator sets, ships, light trucks, heavy trucks, agricultural machinery, yacht and ship fuel tanks, buses and all kinds of loading machinery. According to different needs, the sensor can also be applied to various water tanks, hydraulic tanks and special chemicals level detection.

[inkmimicry]

so-so luxo

A little drabble featuring XL from my @warncdandwiles blog! The first meeting between him and XO.

...

XO was almost inclined to ignore the alarm blaring overhead, and for a moment the little robot was tempted to go back to spraying the screen over his console with the anti-streak cleaner he'd borrowed. His chest compartment was open to produce a miniature glass-wiper, for good measure.

The longest Star Command place went without a proper red alert was a month, and that came with rumors throughout the galaxy that Zurg had contracted the flu. 

Habits are even hard to shake, harder still for robots, when programming sticks more than muscle. He sat back and peered about him to gauge the reactions of his fellow diagnostics staff, who all seemed equally unbothered.

Until a LGM came barrelling through a door, arms waving, a letting out a understated, but no less terrified yelp. Then people started ducking for cover.

On cue, the whole place shook. XO's in-programmed systems were alerted of a breach in the next sector, near the food storage. He didn't have time to dwell on such an unlikely location. Doubtful it was a simple wall malfunction.

He was wheeling himself along the hallway, his colleagues having scattered, and was bemused to find no Rangers in the area despite the alert.

Another screen popped up over his visual overlay;

WARNING, UNAUTHORIZED SIGNAL DETECTED

WARNING, POSSIBLE SECURITY BREACH DETECTED

He stopped wheeling, distracted, before the next door, and focused on the readings, trying to make sense of it. Had that alarm been - false? Or was his system picking up the correct one, and the Rangers were collecting in the wrong place?!

CONTACTING: THE X-PERIMENTAL RANGER

...

...

SIGNAL LOST

Well. XO could no longer focus on the text darting past his eyelids in torrents, as a strange noise was approaching him. A grating, clunking sound, repeating. A damaged mech of some time, a problem in the walls? His hand reached for the little console beside the door to enter to code to the inner sectors of Star Command -

When the smooth, reinforced metal was blasted open like tin toil. XO's sensors picked up something bulky, yellow and orange, encircled by a black-and-white caution pattern. The force sent him skittering back, and his wheel lost balance. He landed on his side, head rattling in its dome.

The object was an arm. And the hulking mech that pulled itself sideways through the remains of the door-frame was mismatched, chaotic in design, with it's head obscured by the light shining on the glass...dome.

XO's diagnostic overlay vanished; replaced with a profile image on the top right-hand side.

"XL?" He didn't know what possessed him to say it out loud. He'd been afraid before, but terror seemed to leak through his wiring like oil.

The torso dipped forward, finally yanking free of the door-frame, dislodging wires in the wall and leaving them spluttering. It was only then a pair of beady, mismatched optics spied him on the floor, tiny by comparison.

XL's brows flew up, and the pupils darted around.

"...You're gotta kiddin' me." The voice was as bizarre and off-kilter as the rest of him: loud, grating, somehow both gruff and high at once. XO had rightened himself, and scooted back as he brute leaned down.

"They made another one of you?!

It was a swift change from bemusement to fury. Robots shouldn't be able to grimace like this. XO backed up further, arms raised - but every bit retreated had XL taking a step, until they stopped in he middle of the hall-way.

"If another I - I, I take it you refer to XR?" XO didn't know why he felt like talking was somehow keeping things from escalating. He knew all the facts of the XL case, of course, and the antagonistic fixation he had on his replacement.

An obsession with betterment and revenge.

A very unusual insistent that an organic superior was a parental figure, and a robot in the same class as himself was a sibling.

A growing list of violent theft, attacks, and attempted murder.

"Technically, I am not a ranger in the same class as you and XR. I am a secretary droid. I am by no means another attempt to replace you."

He saw the stony look on XL's face and hurried to amend, "That is, XR wasn't so much a replacement, simply another...iteration ranger."

XL took this all in with a quirked brow and dubious glare.

"Hah. Pull the other one. I'm not a ranger of any class anymore."

He slammed his right arm into the wall. XO ducked. It switched functions into a chainsaw of some kind. That got a shudder out him.

"I wonder who's fault that is."

XO was not surprised to find his hands were trembling when he made a placating gesture. "...Th-there's no need to get aggress-"

Sharp, pointed fingers closed around his spindly middle and hoisted him into the air. XO was yanked so close his head-dome knocked uncomfortable against XL's, and he was treated to a full view of his disgruntled sneer.

"Aggressive?"

"Exactly that." XO managed to yelp.

"I don't think you understand how this works." He tossed XO up, momentarily releasing him His head rattled around in the dome when he was caught by the wheel and dangled upside down. "I guess I better initiate my - newest little brother in how these things play out!"

This again. XO managed a scowl, trying to pull himself right-side up by grabbing onto his own single leg. "We are robots. We do not have siblings."

XL did not answer for a few moments, glowering at him in an expression somewhere between a pouty child's, and a murderous killer's. XO's gusto vanished.

"Tip number one: interruptin' me during a monologue is a NO-GO!"

With that, XO was hurtled like a baseball across the hallway. His body was not built for such punishment, and he tumbled along, metal clanking like an empty tin can bouncing down a staircase. He finally skidded to a halt near the other doorway.

Warning messages began popping up in front of his eyes; usually an asset, now nothing but a distraction as he tried to drag himself up. He felt XL's heavy steps lumbering towards him.

"Don't worry. I won't crush you right away. I want the other pipsqueak and his do-gooder pals to show up first. So you n' me can get some quality time together!"

XO looked up, thankful for the cone hiding the majority of his face. His expression of utmost horror wouldn't be approvable on a Star Command Droid.

"I...have nothing to do with you," he argued, weakly. It appeared to be the wrong thing to say. XL's budding evil smile vanished, and he snatched him up again. The circuits in XO's main body were taking damage, and it was very unpleasant.

"Suuure. That's what everybody in this darn family says. Well don't worry," he was jostled once, "You won't be my sibling for long."

A cajoling laugh followed, low and grating.

XO's optic overlays were going insane. Trying to sort the failing systems in his main body, trying to contact the Rangers, attempting to make sense of the blocked channels. None of it was helping, and XL's grip was getting tighter, and his grin was returning in a most unpleasant way.

XO blinked with purpose. His overlay was deactivated, and for once in a long while, he saw only what any organic would have seen: his enemy's face behind the glass.

Glass.

XO stopped trembling. His chest latch opened and a tiny arm sprouted from inside, wielding his trusty anti-streak spray. XL had one moment to looked abashed before his dome was covered in strong, lemon-scented cleaner, and a dish rag was smacked over it like newspaper obscuring a window.

"Hey - what the - HEY!"

It was enough. The grip around his middle lessened, and XO landed on his wheel, swaying to one side as he took off down the hall way. He leaped the broken doorframe, sparks littering his shoulders.

His euphoria didn't last; XL's angry cursing followed him out of sight. "GET BACK HERE!"

A pair of double-doors split apart up ahead, and the blessed sight of a Ranger squad came stamping through, arms thrust out and lasers at the ready. They hardly noticed the little robot zigzagging through their legs.

"Wait until I get my hands on you, ya little worm! This ain't over!"

"XO!" Booster was at the back of the squad; and the only one to stop and address him as he collapsed against the wall, finally out of dodge. "Are you okay?!"

"I am...slightly damaged." XO shakily adjusted the collar around his glass-dome, now aware of several cracks running up the glass. "I feel I have made the wrong impression with XL."

The ranger laughed good-naturedly, and waved a hand, "Oh, nobody ever gets off on the right foot with XL. He woulda hated you just for being an X series! It isn't your fault."

His tone was truly, perfectly sincere and benign. XO sighed heavily, which went completely unnoticed.

"Thank you, Booster," he droned.

[shiorihyugawrites]

Steadfast Hearts

In the aftermath of global war, alliances are forged, and new bonds are tested. Dr. Tiana Belrose, a brilliant Androsian engineer, arrives in Paradis with cutting-edge technology, her country's hopes on her shoulders, and a guarded heart. Her brilliant inventions are the reason why Marley invaded and ravaged her country, but Tiana refuses to sit back and do nothing.

Assigned to be her personal guard, the stoic and battle-hardened Captain Levi Ackerman is known for his discipline, but as they spend countless hours together, he finds himself drawn to the woman he’s sworn to protect.

In the midst of battles against Marley, political intrigue, and the weight of their responsibilities, an unexpected romance begins to blossom between two unlikely hearts. As tensions rise on the battlefield and within their own ranks, Levi and Tiana must navigate their feelings in a world that doesn’t allow for weakness.

Love was the last thing either of them expected to find in the midst of war, but it may be the only thing that saves them. (Levi x Black OC)

Chapter Fifty Two

Tiana stood in the center of her bustling workshop, her brow furrowed in concentration. The room was alive with the hum of machinery and the soft rustle of papers. Various tools and blueprints were scattered around, each detailing different components of her latest project. In her hands, she held a prototype of a naval mine—a sleek, black sphere with sharp, metallic spikes protruding from its surface. She turned it over carefully, examining every inch, ensuring that each detail was perfect.

Beside her, Demetri was busy calibrating a series of sensors, his robotic hands moving with precision. The workshop was filled with the faint scent of oil and metal, the air cool from the constant hum of the air-conditioning. Outside, the sun blazed down, but inside, Tiana’s mind was focused entirely on her task.

She was developing a dual-layered defense system for Androsia—one that would protect the island’s waters from enemy ships and Titans and another that would ensure every civilian on the island knew exactly what to do in the event of an attack. The mines were the first part of this plan. They were designed to float just below the water’s surface, detonating on contact or when triggered remotely. They would be deployed in strategic locations around the island, creating a deadly perimeter for any enemy attempting a surprise assault by sea.

“Demetri, hand me the detonator,” Tiana instructed, not looking up from her work.

Demetri swiveled to her side, a small device clutched in his metallic fingers. “Here, Dr. Belrose,” he said, his voice smooth and calm. “Are you certain this will be effective?”

Tiana nodded, her eyes still on the mine. “Absolutely. If Marley tries to send in more forces by sea, they’ll be in for a nasty surprise. These mines are designed to penetrate even the strongest hulls—and they’re sensitive enough to detect any shift in the water around them.”

As she spoke, she connected the detonator to the mine, carefully aligning the wires and securing the components. Her fingers moved quickly, her mind racing with calculations and scenarios. She knew that every second counted; Marley was relentless, and they wouldn’t stop until Androsia was theirs.

With a final click, she secured the detonator, stepping back to admire her work. “Now,” she murmured, more to herself than to Demetri, “for the alarm system.”

On a nearby table lay a network of interconnected components—tiny circuits, small transmitters, and a series of coded chips. Tiana moved to the table, her fingers brushing over the pieces as she began to assemble them. This was the second part of her plan—a comprehensive alarm and evacuation system that would alert every citizen on the island the moment an attack was detected.

Each transmitter would be strategically placed throughout Androsia, from the capital to the smallest villages. In the event of an attack, the alarm would sound instantly, triggering a series of pre-planned evacuation routes. The system was designed to be foolproof, with multiple redundancies to ensure that no one was left behind.

As Tiana worked, she felt a familiar presence enter the workshop. She glanced up to see Levi standing in the doorway, his arms crossed, his expression stern yet curious. He had been keeping watch over her as usual, his protective instincts never far from the surface.

“Working on something new?” Levi asked, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine.

Tiana smiled, a hint of pride in her eyes. “Yes. Mines for the waters and an alarm system for the island,” she explained. “If Marley tries to attack again, we’ll be ready. We’ll know they’re coming before they even reach our shores.”

Levi nodded, stepping closer to examine the components. “You think these mines will be enough to stop them?”

Tiana’s smile widened. “Not stop—deter,” she corrected. “And if they’re foolish enough to keep coming, then yes, I think these mines will do a lot of damage. The alarm system will give us the time we need to evacuate civilians and mobilize our forces. It’s about giving us the upper hand.”

Levi watched her work for a moment, his eyes tracing the delicate movements of her hands. He had always been fascinated by her mind—her ability to see possibilities where others saw none, to create solutions out of thin air. It was one of the many things he loved about her.

“I trust you,” he said simply, his voice steady. “If anyone can keep this island safe, it’s you.”

Tiana looked up, her heart swelling with gratitude. “Thank you, Levi. That means a lot coming from you.” She paused, then added, “And I’m going to need you and the Scouts to help me test the alarm system. We need to make sure it works in every possible scenario.”

Levi nodded, his expression serious. “Consider it done. We’ll run drills, make sure everyone knows what to do.”

Tiana nodded, returning her focus to the circuits. “Good. We need to be ready for anything.”

Hours passed as Tiana and Demetri continued to work, fine-tuning the alarm system and running simulations. Levi stayed close, his presence a steady reassurance. Finally, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Tiana stepped back, her eyes bright with triumph.

“It’s done,” she announced, a smile breaking across her face. “The mines are ready to be deployed, and the alarm system is fully operational. We just need to test it now.”

Levi nodded, his expression one of approval. “Then let’s get to it. The sooner we’re ready, the better.”

Tiana’s heart swelled with determination. She knew that the battle ahead would be fierce, but with Levi by her side and her inventions ready to defend her homeland, she felt a renewed sense of hope. Androsia would not fall—not while she still had breath in her body.

As they made their way out of the workshop, Tiana glanced back at Demetri, who was busy organizing the remaining equipment. “Demetri,” she called, “prepare the mines for deployment. We’re going to make sure Marley never forgets the day they tried to take Androsia.”

Demetri nodded, his mechanical eyes gleaming with purpose. “Understood, Dr. Belrose. It will be done.”

Levi and Tiana exchanged a glance, a silent understanding passing between them. They had faced countless battles together, but this one felt different—more personal. And they were ready to fight, side by side, for the future they both believed in.

…

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Tiana, Levi, and her family gathered around the dinner table in the warm, inviting kitchen of her childhood home. The aroma of freshly baked bread and seasoned stew filled the air, and the conversation was light, filled with laughter and the comfort of familiar voices. Tiana’s father, Ezra, was recounting an old story from Tiana’s childhood, his booming laugh echoing off the walls, while her mother, Nadia, listened with a soft smile on her lips.

Levi sat beside Tiana, his hand resting casually on the table, his gaze moving between the faces of her family members. He’d never been surrounded by this kind of warmth before—it was almost disarming. Despite himself, he found it… comforting. Tiana, ever observant, noticed the subtle relaxation in his usually tense shoulders, and she smiled, her heart full.

Suddenly, Levi’s eyes narrowed. His senses, honed from years of battle and survival, picked up something—a shift in the air, a sound too faint for anyone else to notice. His expression turned serious, and he leaned forward slightly, his hand moving instinctively toward his swords.

“Quiet,” Levi ordered, his voice a low, authoritative whisper. The room immediately fell silent, all eyes turning to him. Tiana’s family, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, exchanged concerned glances.

“What is it?” Tiana whispered, her eyes wide with concern. She knew that look on Levi’s face—it meant danger.

Levi held up a hand, signaling for silence. He rose from his chair slowly, his movements deliberate and careful. He could feel it now, the subtle vibrations in the floorboards, the nearly imperceptible sound of a creaking beam. Someone was in the house—an intruder.

“Stay here,” Levi murmured, his voice barely more than a breath. His eyes scanned the room, his ears straining to catch any sound. He could sense it—someone was trying to be very, very quiet, and failing. He moved with the grace and stealth of a panther, every muscle in his body coiled and ready.

He crept through the house, his steps silent, his senses on high alert. He checked each room, his eyes darting from shadow to shadow, looking for any sign of movement. The tension in the air was thick, and he could feel his heartbeat quicken—a sensation he had learned long ago to control.

And then he heard it—a faint creak, almost too quiet to be real, coming from above. Levi’s eyes shot upward, and his jaw tightened. The attic.

Without a word, he made his way to the small door that led to the attic, his swords already drawn. He moved with the silent precision of a seasoned warrior, his every step calculated to avoid making a sound. He reached the door and paused, listening. Another faint creak, followed by the soft shuffle of feet.

In one swift motion, Levi flung the door open and darted up the narrow stairs. His movements were so quick and fluid that the intruder barely had time to react. Levi burst into the attic, his blades at the ready, his eyes locking onto a figure crouched in the corner, fiddling with a small device.

The Marleyan spy froze, eyes wide with shock and fear. He was dressed in dark clothing, a small bag of equipment slung over his shoulder, his face partially covered by a scarf. He had been setting up a recording device, wires snaking across the attic floor, leading to a tiny microphone aimed at a crack in the ceiling directly above the dining room.

“Who are you?” Levi demanded, his voice a deadly whisper, his swords glinting in the dim light filtering through the small attic window.

The spy didn’t answer. Instead, he lunged for the bag, reaching for what Levi could only assume was a weapon. But Levi was faster. In a blur of motion, he closed the distance between them, his blades flashing through the air. He knocked the spy’s hand away with the flat of his sword and drove him back against the wall, pinning him there with a swift, brutal thrust of his forearm against the man’s throat.

“Talk,” Levi snarled, his eyes cold and merciless. “Who sent you?”

The spy choked, his hands clawing at Levi’s arm, but he managed a smirk. “You’re too late… the plan’s already in motion,” he gasped, his voice a hoarse whisper.

Levi’s eyes narrowed. “What plan?”

The spy only smirked wider, his eyes glinting with a dangerous light. Levi could see the defiance there, the knowledge that he was in enemy territory but still had the upper hand, in some way. Levi tightened his grip, the pressure against the spy’s throat increasing.

“Levi?” Tiana’s voice called softly from below, filled with concern.

Levi glanced back, just for a second, and in that moment, the spy made his move. He reached into his coat and pulled out a small vial—a bright red liquid that Levi recognized instantly: poison. Before Levi could stop him, the spy bit down on the vial, the glass shattering between his teeth.

“Damn it!” Levi hissed, pulling back as the spy’s body convulsed, a strangled gasp escaping his lips. Within seconds, the man went limp, his eyes rolling back into his head, foam bubbling at his mouth. Levi released him, watching as the body slumped to the floor.

“Levi!” Tiana’s voice was closer now, her footsteps on the stairs.

“It’s okay,” Levi called back, his voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through his veins. “Stay back, Tiana. There’s a body.”

Tiana paused at the bottom of the stairs, her heart racing. She had seen Levi in action before, but it never ceased to amaze her—the speed, the precision, the absolute control. She felt a shiver run down her spine, both from fear and from awe.

Levi turned back to the spy’s body, his mind racing. A spy in the house, setting up a recording device… They were trying to gather information. About Tiana. About her family. His jaw tightened. This was just the beginning. The enemy was getting bolder, and they wouldn’t stop until they had what they wanted—or until Levi made sure they never had the chance again.

“Demetri,” Levi called, his voice carrying down to where the robot stood, ever vigilant. “Get in here. I need you to scan this equipment and see if there are any more surprises waiting for us.”

Demetri immediately responded, his mechanical frame moving smoothly up the narrow stairs. “Understood, Captain Levi,” he said, his sensors already whirring to life.

Levi took a step back, allowing Demetri to begin his work. He turned to Tiana, who was standing just at the bottom of the stairs, her eyes wide with concern and fear.

“It’s going to be okay,” he told her, his voice softening. “But we need to be more careful. They’re not just coming for us—they’re coming for your family, too.”

Tiana nodded, swallowing hard. She stepped up into the attic, her eyes on the spy’s body. “What do we do now?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

Levi’s eyes hardened, his resolve solidifying. “We stay one step ahead,” he said. “And we make sure they regret ever setting foot on this island.”

Tiana's heart raced in her chest, not just from the fear of what could have happened, but from the resolve she saw in Levi's eyes. He was always ready to protect her, no matter the cost.

Demetri continued his scan, his sensors lighting up as he detected more hidden devices within the walls. “Captain Levi,” Demetri reported in his calm, mechanical voice, “There are three more recording devices throughout the house. I will mark their locations.”

Levi nodded, his mind already forming a plan. “Good. Mark them, and then we’ll remove them. We can’t risk them gathering any more information. Tiana,” he added, his voice softening slightly as he turned to her, “Stay close to me. I don’t want you out of my sight.”

Tiana nodded, her expression serious. “I’m not going anywhere,” she replied, her voice steady. She moved to stand beside Levi, her hand instinctively reaching for his. He squeezed her hand reassuringly, his thumb brushing over her knuckles.

They moved quickly through the house, Levi’s instincts sharp as ever, detecting the slightest movements and sounds. Demetri’s sensors led them to the hidden devices, each one expertly concealed in various nooks and crannies throughout the home. Levi disabled them swiftly, his movements precise and efficient.

As they worked, Tiana’s family gathered in the main living area, their expressions a mix of fear and concern. Ezra, Tiana’s father, was pacing, his brows furrowed deeply. Nadia, her mother, held her younger sisters close, whispering words of comfort and reassurance. Tiana’s grandmother, her expression stoic, watched Levi with a mixture of respect and apprehension. She had seen many things in her lifetime, but nothing quite like this.

“What do we do now?” Ezra finally asked, his voice tense. “If they’re spying on us, they’re planning something. How do we keep everyone safe?”

Levi finished disabling the last device, his gaze turning to Ezra. “We increase security around the house. No one goes anywhere alone. We set up patrols and make sure we have eyes on every corner of the property. And we keep this quiet. The less they know about what we know, the better.”

Tiana stepped forward, her expression determined. “I’ll help set up the security measures,” she said, looking at Levi. “And I’ll upgrade the alarm system we installed. They won’t catch us off guard again.”

Levi nodded, pride swelling in his chest at her resolve. “Good. We’ll need all the help we can get.”

As they discussed the new security measures, Isaac appeared at the doorway, his face set in a scowl. He had heard the commotion and came to investigate. His eyes flicked to Tiana, then to Levi, his expression darkening as he noticed the closeness between them. “What’s going on?” he demanded, his tone sharp. “Why are there spies in the house?”

Levi’s gaze turned icy as he looked at Isaac. “Someone tipped them off,” he said coldly. “They were trying to gather information. Maybe even find a way to kidnap Tiana again. We can’t take any chances.”

Isaac’s jaw clenched, and he took a step forward, his eyes narrowing. “And you think you’re the only one who can protect her?” he challenged, his tone laced with bitterness.

Levi didn’t even flinch. “I know I’m the best one to protect her,” he replied calmly. “And if you’re smart, you’ll stay out of my way.”

Tiana stepped between them, her hand on Levi’s arm. “Enough,” she said firmly, her voice cutting through the tension. “We don’t have time for this. We need to focus on keeping everyone safe.”

Isaac’s eyes flashed with anger, but he said nothing more. He turned on his heel and stormed out of the room, his frustration palpable. Levi watched him go, his expression unreadable.

“Let him go,” Tiana murmured, squeezing Levi’s arm gently. “He’ll calm down.”

Levi nodded, his eyes still on the doorway where Isaac had disappeared. “I don’t trust him,” he muttered, his voice low. “He’s too unpredictable.”

Tiana nodded in agreement. “I know. But right now, we have bigger problems to deal with.”

Levi took a deep breath, his shoulders relaxing slightly as he turned to look at her. “You’re right,” he said softly, his gaze softening as he looked into her eyes. “We’ll deal with him later. Right now, let’s make sure your family is safe.”

Tiana smiled, a small, determined smile, and nodded. “Let’s do it,” she said, her voice filled with resolve. Together, they set to work, knowing that they had to be ready for whatever came next.

~

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Measuring moon dust to fight air pollution

Moon dust, or regolith, isn't like the particles on Earth that collect on bookshelves or tabletops—it's abrasive and it clings to everything. Throughout NASA's Apollo missions to the moon, regolith posed a challenge to astronauts and valuable space hardware.

During the Apollo 17 mission, astronaut Harrison Schmitt described his reaction to breathing in the dust as "lunar hay fever," experiencing sneezing, watery eyes, and a sore throat. The symptoms went away, but concern for human health is a driving force behind NASA's extensive research into all forms of lunar soil.

The need to manage the dust to protect astronaut health and critical technology is already beneficial on Earth in the fight against air pollution.

Working as a contributor on a habitat for NASA's Next Space Technologies for Exploration Partnerships (NextSTEP) program, Lunar Outpost Inc. developed an air-quality sensor system to detect and measure the amount of lunar soil in the air that also detects pollutants on Earth.

Originally based in Denver, the Golden, Colorado-based company developed an air-quality sensor called the Space Canary and offered the sensor to Lockheed Martin Space for its NextSTEP lunar orbit habitat prototype. After the device was integrated into the habitat's environmental control system, it provided distinct advantages over traditional equipment.

Rebranded as Canary-S (Solar), the sensor is now meeting a need for low-cost, wireless air-quality and meteorological monitoring on Earth. The self-contained unit, powered by solar energy and a battery, transmits data using cellular technology.

It can measure a variety of pollutants, including particulate matter, carbon monoxide, methane, sulfur dioxide, and volatile organic compounds, among others. The device sends a message up to a secure cloud every minute, where it's routed to either Lunar Outpost's web-based dashboard or a customer's database for viewing and analysis.

The oil and gas industry uses the Canary-S sensors to provide continuous, real-time monitoring of fugitive gas emissions, and the U.S. Forest Service uses them to monitor forest-fire emissions.

"Firefighters have been exhibiting symptoms of carbon monoxide poisoning for decades. They thought it was just part of the job," explained Julian Cyrus, chief operating officer of Lunar Outpost. "But the sensors revealed where and when carbon monoxide levels were sky high, making it possible to issue warnings for firefighters to take precautions."

The Canary-S sensors exemplify the life-saving technologies that can come from the collaboration of NASA and industry innovations.

IMAGE: While astronaut Gene Cernan was on the lunar surface during the Apollo 17 mission, his spacesuit collected loads of lunar dust. The gray, powdery substance stuck to the fabric and entered the capsule causing eye, nose, and throat irritation dubbed "lunar hay fever." Credit: NASA

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Iraq Oil and Gas Construction Companies: Key Players in Energy Development

As one of the world’s largest oil-producing countries, Iraq relies heavily on its oil and gas industry to drive economic growth. Iraq oil and gas construction companies are essential in building the infrastructure needed for exploration, extraction, and distribution of oil and gas. These companies play a vital role in constructing pipelines, refineries, storage facilities, and processing plants, which are crucial for Iraq’s energy sector. The expertise and efficiency of Iraq oil and gas construction companies directly influence the country’s ability to maintain its role as a global energy provider.

The Importance of Iraq’s Oil and Gas Sector

The oil and gas sector contributes around 90% of Iraq’s national revenue, making it a cornerstone of the economy. With abundant reserves and a strategic location, Iraq has positioned itself as a major player in the global energy market. However, the sector faces challenges, including the need to update outdated infrastructure and improve efficiency in extraction and refining processes. This is where Iraq oil and gas construction companies step in, offering the expertise and technology to modernize and expand infrastructure. Through their work, these companies not only contribute to economic growth but also help secure Iraq’s future as a competitive energy producer.

Key Services Offered by Iraq Oil and Gas Construction Companies

Iraq’s oil and gas construction companies provide a variety of services to meet the complex demands of the industry. These services include:

Pipeline Construction and Maintenance One of the most critical components of the oil and gas infrastructure is pipelines. They enable the safe and efficient transport of crude oil and natural gas across long distances. Iraq oil and gas construction companies specialize in designing, building, and maintaining pipelines that meet both national and international safety standards. Regular maintenance of these pipelines is crucial for preventing leaks and ensuring smooth operation, making these companies indispensable to the sector.

Refinery Construction and Expansion Refineries are vital for processing crude oil into usable products, such as gasoline, diesel, and petrochemicals. Iraq oil and gas construction companies are skilled in constructing new refineries and expanding existing ones to meet the increasing demand. These projects require advanced engineering and the latest technology to maximize efficiency and reduce environmental impact.

Storage Facilities Efficient storage solutions are essential for managing the supply of oil and gas, especially as global demand fluctuates. Iraq’s construction companies build and maintain large-scale storage facilities, which help manage the country’s energy reserves and stabilize the supply chain. Properly constructed storage facilities also ensure the safe handling of hazardous materials, reducing the risk of accidents.

Processing Plants and Equipment Installation Processing plants convert raw oil and gas into products ready for distribution. Iraq oil and gas construction companies work on both the construction and maintenance of these plants, installing specialized equipment designed to maximize output and minimize waste. This involves incorporating technology that meets international standards for efficiency and environmental protection, supporting Iraq’s long-term goals for sustainable energy production.

Technology and Innovation in Iraq’s Oil and Gas Construction Sector

To stay competitive and meet the demands of an evolving energy market, Iraq oil and gas construction companies are increasingly incorporating advanced technology into their projects. Key technologies used include:

Digital Monitoring and Automation: Digital sensors and automated systems help monitor pipeline pressure, detect leaks, and manage refinery operations more efficiently.

Drones and Robotics: Drones are now commonly used for aerial surveys and inspections, especially in challenging terrain. Robotics aid in tasks such as welding and equipment installation, enhancing precision and safety.

Environmental Technologies: New technologies designed to reduce emissions and manage waste are also being integrated. For instance, gas flaring reduction technology is becoming more common, helping to minimize environmental impact.

The Role of Local Expertise and International Partnerships

While Iraq oil and gas construction companies possess significant expertise, international partnerships are often crucial for large-scale projects. Collaborating with global firms allows Iraqi companies to leverage foreign technology, knowledge, and financing, enhancing their ability to complete complex projects successfully. These partnerships also facilitate knowledge transfer, training local engineers and workers in the latest techniques and technologies. This local expertise, combined with international standards, strengthens Iraq’s position in the global oil and gas market and builds a more sustainable workforce.

Challenges Faced by Iraq Oil and Gas Construction Companies

Despite their importance, Iraq oil and gas construction companies face several challenges. These include:

Security Concerns: Iraq has areas where security remains a concern, which can disrupt project timelines and create additional costs for safety measures.

Regulatory Hurdles: The regulatory environment can be complex, particularly for international partnerships. Compliance with both local and international regulations requires careful planning and adaptability.

Environmental Impact: With a growing emphasis on sustainability, Iraq oil and gas construction companies are increasingly pressured to reduce their environmental footprint, requiring additional investment in green technology and eco-friendly practices.

Conclusion

Iraq oil and gas construction companies are key drivers of the nation’s energy industry, enabling the development, maintenance, and expansion of crucial infrastructure. Their services in pipeline construction, refinery expansion, storage, and processing plants are foundational to Iraq’s energy production and economic stability. By embracing technological advancements and fostering international partnerships, these companies continue to support Iraq’s ambitions in the global energy sector. Despite challenges, the expertise and innovation of Iraq oil and gas construction companies remain essential for ensuring Iraq’s future as a competitive energy powerhouse.