#THEY'VE KILLED HUNDREDS OF US AND WE'VE KILLED THOUSANDS OF THEM

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[captainsophiestark]

Witches Get Stitches

Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2023!

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries/The Originals

Day 11 Prompt: "You lost it. Well, we lost it."

Summary: Klaus and his girlfriend have been together since they were humans, surviving together for a thousand years. They don't intend to let anything tear them apart.

Word Count: 1,352

Category: Angst, Fluff

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, not descriptive

A/N: This doesn't even follow the Originals timeline/canon a little bit lol

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

I groaned as I slowly came back to consciousness, my head throbbing. The last thing I remembered, I'd been talking to Genevieve, a resurrected New Orleans with who'd been dancing on the line between ally and enemy.

She took a great, giant leap into the enemy category when I forced my eyes open to find her smiling at me, looking immensely satisfied with herself. I tried to stand, maybe make a move to rip her head off, but my wrists were chained to the walls on either side of me. I was trapped.

"I'm going to kill you," I spat, not bothering with pleasantries or pretending. Genevieve smiled like she'd expected me to say that.

"I know you think we're the bad guys here," she said, giving me a sympathetic expression that made me want to rip her head off. Literally. "But we're not. You've been dating the bad guy, and you've been so blind you haven't been able to realize it."

I rolled my eyes so far back in my head that I could see the wall behind me. I'd heard this same nonsense a thousand times from a thousand different people, and it never got any less irritating or boring.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Y/N," Genevieve said, walking towards me with a very menacing swagger in her step. "I'm just going to make you see the truth."

Before I could hit back with a retort, she raised her hands to the side of my head, and I went spiraling back through my own memories.

For a witch who'd managed to catch me, one of the oldest vampires in creation, in the home of my boyfriend, one of the other oldest vampires in creation, I'd expected more, honestly. But her plan wasn't particularly creative.

She forced me to relive some of my worst moments in my thousand years with Nik. We'd been together as humans, and he'd turned me not long after Esther turned the rest of them, so there was plenty of material for her to work with. Nik and I had been through hell and back, mostly due to enemies, but sometimes due to each other.

Genevieve made me sit through a few particularly bad moments, then pulled me out of her little trance, staring into my eyes like she expected some kind of connection.

"For a thousand years, he's lied, cheated, and backstabbed," she said, her voice low and grave. "He's left a trail of blood, pain, and suffering in his wake. You haven't been spared from his list of victims, even if you've convinced yourself you have."

I closed my eyes, taking a long breath in through my nose. This was getting tedious.

"We've decided to put an end to his reign of terror. We'd like you to join us. So what do you say?"

I fixed her with my best 'really?' stare, which I'd perfected using on Nik.

"Genevieve, let me explain something to you." My voice was quiet, faux-patient, with an undertone of promised violence the way I'd perfected from hearing Nik do so many times. "For more than one thousand years, Niklaus Mikaelson and I have had each others' backs, through everything. We're partners, best friends, and the loves of each others lives. One thousand years of a relationship does not come without bumps, and problems, and things we have to spend a long time working through. Every single time, we have done so successfully.

"One thousand years as a Mikaelson has also come with hundreds of people just like you, Genevieve. They've tried to get to Nik through me, or they've tried to turn me against him, or a thousand other attempts at causing us problems by breaking us apart. And not one of them, in all that time, has succeeded. And do you know what else, Genevieve?"

She cocked an eyebrow at me and gave a little snort, but I could see the way her shoulders tensed and the flicker of fear in the back of her eyes.

"Every single one of those people who tried to come at me and Nik? They're dead. And we're still standing."

Genevieve snorted, louder this time, shaking her head as she straightened and backed away from me. I stared her down, letting a feral smile slowly drag its way onto my face.

"Fine. If you won't help us, then I have no more use for you. So-"

"Oh dear. I hope that sentence isn't going to end in a threat against my lovely partner over there."

Genevieve whipped around, and I smiled at the sight we both found over her shoulder. Nik had arrived, covered in blood and grinning in the way that made my heart race. Clearly, he'd worked his way through at least some of the witches outside to get here. I grinned back at him.

"Your hold over this place, this world, is coming to an end, Klaus," said Genevieve, standing her ground remarkably well. "The two of you have terrorized this place long enough."

"Now you're bringing my girlfriend into it?" asked Nik, raising one eyebrow, a teasing tone in his voice. "Well, I really can't let that stand, now can I?"

"You're not going to have a choice," Genevieve growled. With that, she flung her arms out, whipping up a witchy storm to throw at Nik just as two more witches came into the room. Nik held his own alright—he was the Original Hybrid after all—but he couldn't stand on his own against three powers like this forever.

He needed help. And I was going to give it to him.

I closed my eyes, getting into the headspace I'd had to reach more times than I'd ever wanted to, but that had gotten Nik and I out of more than a few hard spots. Pure rage and a desire to protect the man I loved washed over me, and I pulled against my restraints with all my strength. I dislocated my thumbs to get them out of the cuffs, stifling a scream, then got to my feet and rushed Genevieve before she could realize I was free.

The next minutes were a blur. They always were, whenever Nik and I were in a fight like this. After landing a few hits and killing both of Genevieve's little helpers, I saw Nik go down. He dropped like a sack of potatoes, and I saw red as I whirled on Genevieve.

A few moments later, Genevieve followed Nik to the ground, although she was a little more dead. I stayed standing, trying to recover from the adrenaline. After I'd had a few moments, I crouched down next to Nik.

"Hey. Nik, wake up," I said, gently shaking his shoulder to try to rouse him. After a moment, thankfully, his eyelids fluttered. A second later, he sat into a seating position, looking ready for a fight. I quickly reached out to calm him, to reassure him that we were fine.

"What happened?" he asked, eyes still a little wild, even as he saw the bodies around us and started calming down.

"You lost it. Well, we lost it. Genevieve kidnapped me to get to you, you lost it on her and her little followers over that. She seriously hurt you, so I lost it and helped you finish them off. Same thing we've been running for a thousand years. We're alright."

Nik nodded, letting out a sigh and sagging a little. Then, he looked at me with a grin.

"You'd think after a thousand years they'd learn, wouldn't you?"

I sighed. "No kidding. Maybe this'll be the one that sticks."

Nik and I shared a smile as I leaned into him, kissing him softly before standing and offering a hand to help him up. No matter where we went or how much time passed, people would probably always try to come after me and Nik. But together, we were completely unstoppable. We'd spent the last thousand years proving it, and we'd spend the next thousand doing the same.

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[s0fti3w1tch]

TMNT POLLS PSA

I've explained this in my reblog tags of this post, please keep the TMNT polls fun and please be sure that the AU/Iteration/Fic creators are actually okay with being part of them.

**Not about polls I've been added in, but polls I've seen, and growing trends me and others have noticed. As always, please don't harass anyone.

Specifically the more popularity-poll-ish ones, ones that teeter on or are straight up serious, it can be discouraging for those who didn't ask for it. Some may fear speaking up about it because other people are having fun despite how they themselves feel about it. Especially when polls specifically put one well-known fanwork over a smaller one. Worse yet when you're dropped into it without awareness from beforehand. Hell, even when the creators have a similar size, it can hurt.

I've recently gotten some anon messages like this. Though I haven't seen that attitude in response to my AU in polls, it's the type of attitude I've seen towards a couple other creators.

Being publicly compared to others by hundreds, sometimes up to thousands, can be anxiety-inducing. As easy as it is to say that "the unpopularity of your work should not discourage you," truth be told, there's truth to the saying "comparison kills creativity."

To have your work being used to put down someone else? Someone who's working just as hard? Who's just trying to share an idea just like you? Or to be dismissed?

As stated by the authors of MMC and OMO, while it may seem like you're uplifting your favorite in this, it's awkward. It can be stressful.

For those with less votes, it's hard not to think that yours is being called "less than." An "I've never heard of the other one lmao" can feel like a punch in the gut.

There's also animosity towards more bigger fanworks because of the pedestal they've been put on.

All that, and not even wanting to be there in there first place.

These things should and can encourage creativity and growth. AUs crossing over, banter, propaganda posts, etc.

Around the time Tumblr first rolled out the poll function, I was included in The Night AU creator's Sep AU polls. Me and the poll creator, Ray, both got last place in 2 respective polls, hence why we call TN!Leo/Green and TD!Leo/Trainee the "Losers Duo." Key part being: there was the awareness that this was simply in good fun. And I enjoyed being included.

Getting to know the creators of The Night, Red Rover, Life Mission, Blood Bath, and SLAU was and still is an amazing experience. The amount of crossover art we've made is evident of how much I've loved its turnout. I'm still planning on making more crossover work in the future.

It was some of the most actual fun I've had in fandom since I was 12. I'm 20 by the end of the year.

TL;DR

Respect the boundaries of fanwork creators and don't be an asshole for fuck's sake.

[justatalkingface]

The worst part about the dark Deku arc in my opinion is the completely mixed messages. By attacking Izuku and criticizing what he did, they said the lives of all the people he saved weren't worth it. That he was stupid for leaving and should have stayed in his ivory tower with them. It wasn't like this guy was just fighting AFO and left school because these fodder children weren't enough. He saved MANY lives and took down numerous, murderous people who would have been left completely unchecked because Japan apparently does not have a military and the police aren't interested in protecting the citizens. Heroes are all that stands between total anarchy it seems, and most of them retired despite a crisis being the best possible time to earn fame and accolades. The civilians are left to fend for themselves with black market support gear they're so incompetent at using that they take themselves out with it and also wreck their own neighborhoods. Yo Shindo would be dead if Izuku stayed at UA. That's a point the narrative ignores. Muscular could have killed hundreds of people, thousands if he felt like it, and who could have stopped him? The man can withstand 100% OFA punches. That giant animal lady? She'd have been brutalized in a hate crime for no good reason. The fodder kids spit on all these actions. This man is out there actually helping people and saving lives, and their answer is to drag him back to their little safe zone where they keep all the civilians. Sure, let's put all our eggs in one basket and create a single point of failure! Why can't they all just join him in hero work? All 20 of them could be kicking ass and taking names. At least then we'd see the hero kids actually helping people for once. Yes, Izuku's lack of self care and mentality was self destructive, but the end result is that people were better off because he did it. He was being stupid for neglecting his own self care, not for leaving. If Izuku behaved the way they wanted him to, Nagant, Dictator, Muscular, and many others would still be in AFO's pocket and ready for deployment. Also, Aoyama was still the traitor and he 100% would have led Izuku into a trap if ordered to. Staying at UA would have created a worse outcome but the story doesn't acknowledge this at all. And it also didn't address Izuku's concerns, like you said. Bakugo dies, and Jiro loses an ear. We know these injuries will of course be reversed because the heroes have access to Eri who is like a senzu bean basically. But they didn't get massive power ups or anything. They just attacked a guy who didn't want to fight them and wouldn't beat them all into the dirt with Black Whip, like he totally and easily could have.

The funniest thing to me is AFO's complete inability to kill anyone. His confirmed kills are previous OFA holders, and this clown show is out here unable to kill literal children. The "Symbol Of Evil", everyone. What's funnier is that he treated Endeavor like an ant back at Kamino. The guy was completely beneath him. But then Endeavor gets buffed to be one of the strongest people in the world inexplicably and is capable of inflicting fatal wounds on AFO. All the training and upgrades in MHA happen off screen. It's the strangest thing how we've got a school setting, but it's the kids themselves doing all the training and inventing of new attacks and breakthroughs. They've got loads of pro hero mentors and a super genius principal who could theoretically give them the most efficient training plans possible and maximize their use of their quirks, but Mina trains with Bakugo and Shoto to perfect her acid. Well, I guess she's right. They're the ones at the forefront of fighting a war for their country, while many other heroes with more training and experience decided to just stay home. Which again, is the oddest thing. Are they hoping Shigaraki won't decay them when he wins? That AFO won't do a hero purge? We don't see them all fleeing Japan on planes or boats or anything. A lot of these people would have a decent amount of money and could leave with all their assets. Just straight up abandon ship. But we hear about them quitting because they don't like being criticized but not what they plan to do after. The cracks show a lot in MHA. It relies on so many contrivances to function. It's not a story that runs on cause and effect. As you said, everything has to go perfectly for things to work right. You mentioned Machia in another post, and it perfectly illustrates things. Imagine if the guy didn't suddenly decide to attack his master and instead he just crushed all these heroes. They have no one capable of defeating him and Momo's stuck at UA acting as a battery (lol) so they don't have a convenient drug to take him out this time. But of course they had the idea to use Gigantomachia against his allies, and of course when he was broken out of Shinso's brainwashing, he actually secretly hated AFO and wanted to fight him. Because the alternative is this being a suicidal, stupid plan and getting everyone killed when AFO frees his friend! The heroes always get to benefit from these unearned victories. They didn't flip Machia. They didn't earn his trust, or speak to him about his trauma and learn his past. They didn't have a heart to heart with him about his motivations and convince him he's more than a tool to be used by a megalomaniac. They didn't show him photos of all the people he crushed and ask him to make amends for what he did and help end the war he was used to start. No, he just gets a new personality with no build up to help stall a guy who can't manage mass fatalities we know he should be capable of, considering he destroyed Kamino VERY quickly. It's just like how Dabi has been shown to be able to turn people into charcoal in seconds with his flames, and also melt metal, but when he burns Hawks, he manages to barely damage his quirk a bit. And then the guy gets support gear so it's functionally like it never happened. The villains are always jokes in this series. Every victory they have is pyrrhic and there's a contrivance that lets the heroes still manage to get one over. This is the first narrative I've seen that's so openly biased for the main characters and doesn't try to hide it.

So the thing is with the Dark Deku arc? In many ways, it's the culmination of everything Hori's set up and left to rot. It's all these threads about heroic society Hori left blowing in the wind.

In other words? It's complicated. It's so so complicated, it's an arc that is all about complicated things, difficult subjects, and problems that don't have easy answers, and Hori treated it like it was a simple topic... but he couldn't even keep that up. It's such a mess, it's not even funny.

Because the thing is? You're right, Izuku did do good things while he wasn't in school. He saved people, many people, and that's something the story didn't acknowledge... at all. Meanwhile, his classmates, for all that they are trained to be heroes, trained to go and fight and protect, are sitting safe at home.

The thing is, though, that they are still children, all of them. Children shouldn't have to risk their lives for other people. They should live their lives, enjoy their youths. This is the moral question.

At the time though, on a logical level, each hero trained is, potentially, hundreds or thousands of people saved in the future; by allowing them to stay safe and grow up, far more people will be saved, theoretically, than if they were to be deployed in the field right now to save people. At the same time, though, Japan is in crisis, heroics as a whole is threatening to collapse under its own weight, and if they sit on their asses rather than help, there may not be a tomorrow for them. This is the logical question.

So morally, logically, which choice is right? Which is wrong? Is there even a right answer? What is the price someone should pay for others? What should a child give up for society? What are you willing to sacrifice to live how you want? What burden are you willing to bear for another's sake?

These are the kinds of questions this arc askes, and it's something you can't just avoid for as serious a topic as this. Personally, I'd say the answer is somewhere between these two points, but every story has its own moral and message it is ultimately saying is right or wrong, and that is eventually proved correct by the story itself. Sometimes it's that the day can be saved, if you just try hard enough, and that friendship is everything. Sometimes it's that the world is bitter and cold, and that only the strong and lucky survive.

Here's the problem MHA is suffering from, what this arc and Izuku ultimately exemplify: what is Hori saying is right? What is the moral or message that is correct here?

Yeah... Hori has no fucking idea. And, I've said this before, the fact he doesn't even seem to know what he wants beyond, 'ACTION! MORE ACTION! EXPLOSIONS! I CAST FIST!' is something that severely damages the overall story telling. It really feels like he doesn't know where things are even going, sometimes.

Ah, AFO. I really, honestly, feel sorry for him. He's just so... pathetic now. He suffers from being made too strong for the setting, and so Hori keeps having to nerf him just to explain why everyone is still alive. Like, really, honest truth? If I was AFO? I would have just, like, poisoned All Might years ago; none of this fair fight nonsense. The second All Might became a viable threat he should have started cheating like the criminal genius he apparently is, and taken advantage of all of the many, many advantages he has, between his Quirks, his resources, and his ruthlessness.

The spin off manga says AFO tried to steal Erasure back when Aizawa was still in training, which... yeah, that makes sense. Then he fails, and then... never tries again. Ever.

Am I the only one who sees the problem here?

I've seen people say that Aizawa, a man employed as a teacher in perhaps one of the most visible schools in existence, is too off the radar for him to find. When, apparently, AFO has his finger in the government, and criminal element, he is unable to... check his tax record to find out where he lives, or to have someone follow him home, or ambush him after he leaves the school he has to go to, or anything like that. Or, hell, just kill him, if Erasure is somehow too hard for him to get.

Oh well, I guess that's too much work for one of the most OP Quirks in the setting, one that can easily counter his All Might problem, or cripple him personally. Better to just ignore it entirely instead; what could go wrong with that?

Remember when AFO bitch slapped just about every top hero, minus All Might, causally? How in the fuck is Endeavour a threat to him now?

Yeah. The thing is, AFO is too strong, plain and simple. Even in a setting where All Might, who changes the weather while holding back exists, much less everyone without OFA. If he was allowed to have a fraction of the brains and fire power that we're told again and again that he has, the story never would have happened, because OFA would have been taken or destroyed generations before All Might even became a thing, before Izuku was even born. But the story is still happening, and people keep successfully beating him, and they need to keep beating, and will continue to until he is finally defeated. Does that make sense? No, but the show must go on.

On all the people not putting their part in... to be fair, we see a more personal version of Shigaraki than almost anyone else, in story. There's a real question of how many people even know what his goals are, much less who would believe it, since it's kind of nuts to say the least. Under that logic, I could see them not thinking it's worth the danger to themselves, though the fact they're willing to just sit there and do nothing when their ultimate fate is up to grabs, when they could actually make a difference, unlike so many other people, is... stupid. But people are often stupid, so to some extent, that is understandable, but you'd think the people who trained themselves to fight every day would be more willing to put their lives on the line... though, that goes back to the 'corrupt heroes' thing Hori keeps dropping.

Really, Machia's entire thing there is so mind numbingly dumb that, even though I made a post about how bad it is, I'm still surprised no one stopped to ask, 'And then what?' when Shinso proposed it. Brainwash is very powerful Quirk, don't get me wrong, but it is not a Quirk that is made for direct slug match like that... but Shinso is too cool to not include, so there we go, I guess! Hori does everything possible to justify him making a big, dramatic contribution to the fight when the smarter, yet absurdly obvious choice is Shinso just telling Machia to walk off to the other end of Japan, cover his ears, and wait there forever so that one of the most dangerous people in the story just doesn't participate in the final fight. But, you know, Post War is about the how COOL it is! For the cliffhangers! And Machia taking a nap, no matter how smart a choice, isn't a DRAMATIC CLIFFHANGER!

And that's the thing, really: so much of the worst choices in MHA (that aren't from long running overarcing problems that come from far earlier in the story, anyways) are about that, cheap drama. Every poor choice that everyone has criticized ultimately boils down to making every chapter DRAMATIC and EXCITING, by making every possible scene look cool, even if it needs to be promptly taken back in the very first panel of the next chapter that follows it, even if it conflicts with things he's said before, even if it makes everyone involved an idiot. Hori has taken the worship of cliffhangers above everything else in MHA, over story, or logic, or characters, or messages,; any and all of it will be sacrificed to the altar of 'does this make the fans want to read the next chapter?'.... which, ironically, makes the fans not want to read the next chapter anymore, because people didn't get into this story because of big hits and dramatic scenes.

And each cliffhanger has built off each other, until we've gotten here, to the point where the story doesn't even make sense anymore, where the most common comment I see reading each chapter is, 'I don't understand what is happening, I guess I'll have to wait for the anime to make it make sense', or, even more damning, 'I don't care anymore'.

The heroes win, and the villains lose, not because of of the choices they've made, or how strong they are, but because reality itself bends over to make it so. And nobody wants to read that.

[whyshedisappeared]

hagar, vio (slutsgf) here. first of all i would like to sincerely apologise for that reblog (it was not my place to die who's right and who's wrong when I am not the one dealing with consequences) and that was fucked up. i really hope things get better for everyone there. i am sorry

hey babe, thanks for apologising, but I think you're missing the point of why it was wrong of you to reblog.

this isn't a right or wrong debate. this is a terrorist organisation whose sole purpose is to kill all Jews, while forcing thousands of innocent civilians to live in poverty. ever since hamas got (democratically elected, I would like to add) power over the gaza strip they have been killing innocent people. they've been launching missiles at us and felicitating terror attacks, killing thousands of people. and while doing it, they spread lies and fake news all over social media and the news to the point people tell me I deserve to die because I don't want to live in fear that something might happen to my (23yo) baby brother, or friends, or future kids.

do you know the kind of trauma we've been going through since Saturday? I sincerely hope you don't. I genuinely don't want you to have those mental images of what the south of my country looks like right now. I hope you've never had to hear the cries of hundreds of parents begging on the news for their kidnapped children. i hope you will never have to comb through over a 1,000 pictures of murdered men, women and children to make sure the people you haven't been able to get into contact with for 4 days aren't there. just to find one of them there.

I hope you will never have the type of news broadcasts I've been seeing for 5 days straight. I genuinely and sincerely hope you will never, ever experience what my country is experiencing right now. I hope you will never have to worry for your siblings' life. and I hope that everything I'm writing right now will forever be someone else's trauma and not yours.

this isn't a debate for me, this isn't some I shared something I shouldn't have thing for me. this is people, like you, who are uninformed claming that they know the truth after reading a short comics full of lies and misinformation. this is a very nuanced and detailed history, depending on when you start telling our history the perspective changes. but here's one thing you need to know, that will put this into perspective for you.

israel is fighting for it's right to lead a peaceful, safe life. hamas is fighting to kill all Jews. if Israel were to lay down its arms, we would be murdered, if hamas were to lay down its arms there would be peace. think about it for a second, and then tell me you support palestine.

[pttucker]

Jung Heewon, who was able to intervene in the duel, stopped Yoo Joonghyuk's sword instead of me. Lee Hyunsung ran and hugged Yoo Joonghyuk's body from behind while the children surrounded me like they were protecting me. Lee Jihye stood in the middle with a helpless expression. "Why are the two of you fighting? Fighting now…!" Yoo Joonghyuk's gaze alternated between the party members. It seemed like he wanted to say something. No, I knew what he wanted to say. 「 You are being deceived. 」 His trembling eyes were pouring rage towards me. 「 This guy, he deceived all of us. 」 I thought this day would come eventually. In fact, I thought about it dozens of times a day. "Everybody, get out of the way." Yoo Joonghyuk amplified his status, blew away Lee Hyunsung, knocked down Lee Jihye and ran this way. Jung Heewon and Yoo Joonghyuk's swords collided. However, Jung Heewon couldn't use Judgment Time and wasn't capable of dealing with Yoo Joonghyuk. I placed the children behind me and stepped forward.

It was all going so well! 😭😭😭

Oh man, I've really wanted to see Joonghyuk's reaction to being a character for a while now and so I am happy that we've finally reached the part where the characters of the novel have learned or will soon learn the truth but man, the pain. Now I'm just conflicted.

You guys are supposed to be Life and Death Companions!

Don't kill your Life and Death Companion, Joonghyuk!

Ugh, but it's so understandable. While some of the party has figured it out, most of them haven't and the ones who did weren't characters so they probably felt way differently than poor Joonghyuk finding out that hundreds/thousands of people have read his struggles for entertainment and that Dokja has been passing that off as prophecy.

Ughhhhhhhh I'm almost scared to read more because I don't want to see the entire party fall apart after they've achieved so much or even for Joonghyuk to go back to hating him and doing his own thing but I also need to know what's gonna happen so badly. Ahhhhhhhhhhh.

[samantha-rae-velcher]

Mafia Pt. 1

Charlie Luciano x Fem reader

Requested by: none

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of killing, Charlie being Charlie, sexual tension!

A/n: 18+ If you don't like the warnings please don't read!

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Y/n plowed into New York, nearly flipping her Rolls Royce. Charlie and Meyer clinging to their doors, yelling at her to slow down, all Y/n did in return was laugh and speed up.

She flew around a corner and slammed on the breaks, sliding right up to the sidewalk in front of their building.

"Next time." Meyer said. "I drive."

Y/n smirked and hopped out of the car, she straightened her jacket and tie. They walked in and up the stairs, she has been in Arnold Rothstein's house before but every time she sets foot in his home, it astonishes her just how much money he has.

"You could have all this." Charlie whispered. "If you get into the heroin business with us, you'll be rich."

Y/n smiled, and patted him on the shoulder. "I'm quite happy with selling liquor, and I don't need you and Meyer as partners....I got Torrio as a business partner, and the truth of the matter is....I don't trust you Charlie."

Y/n fallowed Meyer into Arnold's pool room, as she entered she noticed him talking to four men, Mickey Doyle and the D'Alessio brothers.

Y/n smiled at Mickey, they've done business together on occasion and she bailed his ass out of jail more than once. Rothstein looked over at Y/n, she straightened and waited for Lucky to introduce her.

"AR, this is Y/n Maranzano. She's a friend-"

"Acquaintance." Y/n interrupted.

"We've known each other for a while. She's in the liquor business with Johnny Torrio." Y/n felt him press his hand to the middle of her back, a chill ran down her spine and she leaned in to it. Lucky looked down at her, the smirk that spread over his face made her wanna fold.

Rothstein made his way over and held out his hand, Y/n took it and gave it a good shake.

"It's a pleasure." She said. "Luciano has told me a lot about you."

"All good things I hope." Arnold said, walking back to the pool table and getting ready to knock a ball into the pocket.

Y/n's heart started to race when she felt Lucky's thumb gently caress her back, she could sense his gaze burning into her.

"Mostly." Y/n said. "But you know Charlie."

"That I do." Arnold smiled and took a sip of tea.

"I didn't know you two met before." Mickey said, pointing at Y/n and Lucky. "How long have you know each other?"

"Six or seven years." Charlie replied, Y/n felt his hand slip away. She wanted to feel his touch, but she needed to be professional about this and not act like Gillian Darmody.

"We've already made a proposition to Y/n about the heroin. But unfortunately she-"

"I said no, I don't sell drugs. I'm a bootlegger."

Arnold nodded, he set down his pool que and walked closer to her.

"I know you're also very skilled in assassination."

Y/n looked shocked, how did this man know about her side job as an assassin.

"I beg your pardon?" She asked.

"One hundred thousand in cash, if you kill Nucky Thompson."

Y/n searched his expression for some kinda hint that he was making a joke, but he was stern faced.

"Nucky Thompson?" She asked. "Why don't you have them do it?"

Y/n pointed at the D'Alessio brothers.

"Oh you'll be working together." AR said.

"Sorry, I work alone. Now unless you have a few hundred crates of booze to be smuggled over to a different state and sold....I'm out."

"Not even for a hundred thousand?" AR asked.

"Not even for a million."

___

Y/n stepped outside with Charlie and Meyer, the men lit their cigarettes and looked over at her.

"It wasn't because you would be working with the D'Alessio's, was it?" Lucky asked.

Y/n shook her head, she looked at the ground and kicked some slush.

"I'm not killing Nucky. AR is gonna need someone with political standing to quash the indictment. He's gonna need Nucky, he'll see it when the FED's are at his throat."

Meyer rocked back and forth on his feet, he looked over at the Rolls Royce.

"I'm driving." He said.

"Am I that bad?"

"You nearly fuckin killed us!" Lucky Exclaimed.

"You said we needed to get here fast, so I got us here fast. Did I not?"

Meyer nodded. "Yeah you did, but I also wanted to get here in one piece."

"And are you scattered across the state? Didn't think so."

Y/n jingled the keys and hopped in the car, the guys fallowed and held on tight for yet another joyess ride.

THE END ❤️

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S.U.I.T.S - Terran's Hidden War

TERRAN 23 - WHAT HAPPENS IN VEGAS, STAYS IN VEGAS

"Good morning, everyone," I greeted as I entered the cockpit. "We are currently 50 miles away from Las Vegas on this Monday, July 22nd, 2079. Today, we have Nehir Dogan and Daniela Angeloy joining us."

"This is Medium Assault Class Big Bertha reporting for duty," Viktor announced.

"Heavy Assault Class The Dragut reporting for duty," Nehir added.

"Medium Support Class Lechuza joining the fray," Daniela responded.

I turned to Sasha and asked, "What's the situation on the ground?"

Sasha shared some information with us. "Zaporg's fleet is attacking our defense shields in Los Vegas while the U.S army is in the process of evacuating. We estimate that there are over half a million enemies between Zaporg's flagship and his two battleships. The SUITs and U.S army have combined forces consisting of a few hundred thousand units with a hundred U.S Air Force members supporting them. Thousands of aircraft are on standby."

"That's not our only problem, Kobayashi," Safiya interjected. "Due to increased enemy activity worldwide, SUITs and world leaders have decided to disclose our Secret War by removing the illusion shield. Local and international news agencies are now reporting real-time updates from Los Vegas."

"I've noticed that too," I remarked. "We will be collaborating with U.S Armored Vehicle units, Air Force personnel, and Drone Force troops who will be joining us in battle. There's also a news drone following our movements as we speak."

"We're only 50 miles away from Los Vegas now," Big Bertha informed us.

The tension filled the air as we waited in silence for a few moments until Sasha broke it again. "They've intensified their bombardment," Sasha reported before pausing briefly before going on to say, "we're seeing hundreds of drop pods descending from the sky. Sasha and Safiya signing off."

"Harmony, let's join the fight!" Isabel shouted, accompanied by three other members from the Dragut and Lechuza. They flew off in formation alongside the rest of the Air Force.

I addressed Big Bertha, saying, "You have control of the wheel now. I want Miyoung and Viktor to engage in battle. Apart from Zaporg, we already know who else is present in that city. If you encounter a specific enemy, take them down without hesitation. We will put an end to whatever campaign Zaporg is conducting." I sighed before adding, "We've also received information that Joker has joined forces with Zaporg for this fight."

"In that case, it's going to be a heavyweight brawl," Viktor chuckled. "Viktor is ready," he affirmed.

"I'm ready to get my hands dirty," Miyoung grinned. "I'll enjoy tearing Zaporg apart."

Daniela voiced her curiosity by asking, "Where did you find these people?"

"I would like to know too," I replied with a smile on my face.

Sasha Levinksy was born in Constantinople in 910 during the reign of Leo VI. He was the son of a Varangian Guard, which served as personal bodyguards to the Byzantine Emperors. Sasha grew up protecting Emperor Constantine VII alongside his future Emperor Romanos I when they were both young. As Sasha and Romanos worked closely together, they began contemplating overthrowing Emperor Constantine VII in the near future. However, their plans were foiled and they were imprisoned on an island. Tragically, Sasha was subsequently killed by Romanos on this very island.

"We're facing multiple enemy aircraft and land vehicles," Big Bertha announced. We watched as hundreds of enemy aircraft swarmed from above, dropping ordnance on us. Our vehicles took a beating, but the U.S armored bridge suffered even more. A few dozen enemy vehicles were taken down, but they continued to ride with us.

In a matter of seconds, multiple enemy carriers hard-dropped hundreds of smaller vehicles in front of us before some were taken down by the Dragut and Lechuza. While our vehicle easily withstood the attacks from our enemies, the U.S army sustained heavy losses from their armored and drone brigade.

We observed a dozen drop pods slamming into the ground ahead of us. As the dust settled, we saw who was standing in front of us.

Viktor laughed. "It's Dexter! Viktor will give him round two!"

"I'll have one of my team members support him," Daniela said.

"I don't think he needs any help," Nehir added.

"He doesn't," I said. "But support is always necessary."

Big Bertha took control while Viktor rushed out of the cockpit. We evaded Dexter's reach and continued forward. Viktor jumped out of the garage and landed forcefully on the ground.

"Big Man PointDexter, did you miss Viktor?" Viktor laughed.

Amidst explosions from armored vehicles and explosives dropped by enemy aircraft, chaos reigned around them.

Dexter snarled. "You look like a tasty mid-morning meal." He brandished heavy metal hand claws gripped in one hand and held another staff with his tail.

Viktor chuckled. "Viktor will thoroughly enjoy what Dexter brings." Metal formed in his arm as he said, "Wilma, let's have some fun." He clenched his fists together. "Aren't you hungry for some fresh alien meat?”

We finally arrived at the outskirts of Las Vegas without the U.S. army suffering heavy casualties. The situation at the city's edge was chaotic, even before we reached it. Zaporg's flagship and two battleships relentlessly bombarded the shielded city, while dropping hundreds of transports and deploying aircraft to harass the defense guns. For now, Zaporg's forces had a slight advantage unless they managed to take down important key defense shields surrounding the city.

"Kobayashi, I've identified important targets," Bertha informed me. She highlighted a few of them in red on the battlefield map. I noticed that both Zaporg and Sang Hwang, known as "the Joker," were located near each other in close proximity to a single orbital defense gun.

"Go after Zaporg and Sang," I ordered urgently. "We can't afford to let them destroy it."

There was a brilliant explosion in the sky as one of Zaporg's battleships detonated and began its slow descent. We observed as thousands of enemy carriers and aircrafts fled from the destroyed battleship. It felt like we had gained an advantage on the battlefield.

"Anomaly detected," Bertha announced.

I noticed a peculiar distortion in the sky, followed by a bright light. Astonishingly, another battleship materialized, taking the place of the previous one. The new battleship wasted no time and immediately commenced bombardment on the city, unleashing swarms of aircrafts upon us. I had spoken too soon.

Glancing back at the road, I suddenly spotted a figure appearing before me. It was unmistakably clear who it was. Bertha swiftly turned left into another street, with Dragut and Lechuza following suit while dropping off Nehir and Daniella before joining our path.

Nehir twirled his hilt. "Our team will defend the defense shields. Daniella and I will handle Sparky here," he declared as his sword materialized on his hilt. "Be gentle, Snowflake."

Daniella unsheathed her massive claymore sword strapped to her back. "Find Safiya and Sasha," she commanded. "Do whatever it takes to stop Zaporg from destroying this city."

"Good luck to both of you."

As a dozen drop pods descended around them, an armored brigade from the U.S drove past them while encircling Nehir and Daniella.

"Sparky over here believes he can overwhelm us with his allies," Daniella grinned confidently as she raised her claymore high in preparation for battle. "Warcry, Lupin." Flames erupted from her weapon.

The traffic has worsened as we approach the city center. The evacuation of the population has been delayed due to threats from above. The U.S army and SUITs are engaged in their own firefight, with helicopters flying around us.

We fought off multiple enemies and a group of heavily armored vehicles that were attacking one of the defense guns. After taking them down, we entered the East Orbital Defense Gun Defense. Miyoung and I left our vehicle and joined Sasha and Safiya in the command tent.

Safiya greeted me, saying "Good to meet you, Kobayashi. We can exchange greetings later." 

I asked about the situation, and Safiya replied: "The U.S Air Force is struggling, but the Army is successfully defending on land. Although we currently have an advantage, it won't be long before our defense shields are disabled and our guns are taken down. Evacuation progress has been slow; more than half of the population has already left the city. Zaporg is sending continuous waves from three different locations - his primary targets are our shield towers followed by our defense guns."

Miyoung confidently stated that she would deal with Zaporg before walking away.

I then inquired about Sang Hwang's whereabouts: "What about Joker, Sang Hwang? Is she with Zaporg?"

Safiya informed me: "Sang Hwang is directly attacking the west gun placement. It doesn't seem like a major issue at this point, but I don't want to jinx it." She continued by saying: "Kobayashi, I will join you in stopping Sang Hwang while Sasha stays here to defend."

With determination, I said: "Then let's get to it! We have our own mission to carry out; let's not fail like how I did in Shenzhen.”

The heavyweight boxing match between Viktor and Dexter was intense. Dexter landed a few blows with his claw and staff weapons, but they were not strong enough to penetrate Viktor's metal armor. Despite this, Viktor continued his aggressive assault, exchanging blows with his weapon. Both fighters held their ground for a few more minutes, enduring each other's attacks.

"Have you made any improvements since our last fight, PointDexter?" Viktor asked sarcastically. "Some of those new gadgets you're wearing seem cumbersome."

"I've got enough technology to protect Zaporg," Dexter retorted sharply. "And it's not PointDexter, human.” Dexter swung his staff around and successfully connected it to Viktor's left side, causing him to stagger back a few steps. This round went to Dexter as he steadily pushed Viktor backward.

Viktor countered by using his weapon against Dexter's claw attack while also being vulnerable to the staff strikes. He quickly adapted and increased his speed, successfully parrying three rapid attacks in quick succession. However, Dexter managed to slam the staff into Viktor's side before he could snap it in half. Griping the staff with his arm, Viktor used enough force to disable it before being sent flying by Dexter.

Without hesitation, Dexter chased after Viktor as an enemy vehicle joined in pursuit.

"Second Metal: Rolling Thunder," Dexer exclaimed.

Viktor crashed into the ground and rolled several times before transforming into a spiked metal ball. He aimed directly at the enemy vehicle and collided with tremendous force, shattering it effortlessly. Unfazed by the destruction he caused,Viktor continued charging straight towards Dexter

As Viktor approached within reach, Dexter extended his claw forward in an attempt to strike back. However, he missed connecting with Viktor's attack. Swiftly unwrapping himself, Viktor slid underneath Dexter and quickly got back on his feet. Seizing the opportunity, Viktor reached for the disabled staff and snapped it in half. He then used one half of the staff to penetrate through Dexter's tail and into the ground.

Pulling Dexter towards him, Viktor dug the other staff deep into Dexter's back. Despite Dexter's struggles to escape from Viktor's grasp, a wrestling match ensued on the ground as both fighters fought desperately to gain an advantage.

"Viktor thought you were a worthy opponent," uttered Viktor menacingly as he grabbed hold of Dexter's left claw weapon and drove it into his neck. "Viktor is upset," he added coldly as he repeated this action with Dexter's right claw weapon and plunged it deep into his left eye socket. With a firm grip on Dexer's head, Vlad attempted to fend off any further resistance.

"What a shame," whispered Victor sadistically.

In one swift motion, he snapped Dexer’s neck and pulled forcefully enough to detach his head from his body. Raising up Dexer’s severed head before him,victor made unflinching eye contact with Dexer’s lifeless eyes.

Multiple spikes were driven through Dexer’s head.

“First Metal: Internal Spikes,” proclaimed  Victor triumphantly as her cast aside  dexers disembodied head . Then ,he watched hundreds of enemy vehicles quickly surround him.

“Victor isn’t done here,Wilma,” he grinned sinisterly.

"Have you upgraded, Sparky?" Nehir inquired. "It appears that your performance has deteriorated since last time or is it because you have to deal with two people simultaneously?"

They engaged in combat, their weapons clashing against each other. Sparky faced off against Nehir and then Daniella after she took down the enemies surrounding them. Drop pods continued to crash around them, while their adversaries seemed more heavily armored and stronger than before.

"This doesn't seem fair, Sparky," Nehir exclaimed as he stabbed his armored foe and clashed once again with Sparky. "There are a few hundred of you guys against us."

Sparky hissed in response. "It seems like you're doing quite well at taking down my ally. I should be the one saying that.”

They clashed relentlessly, refusing to back down for several minutes while Daniella effortlessly defeated their enemies. Nehir hurled his shield at Sparky, simultaneously charging towards him. The shield struck Sparky's helmet, rebounding towards Nehir who swiftly leaped forward, momentarily balancing on it before jumping off. In response, Sparky swung his sword upwards and clashed with Nehir once more.

Nehir landed gracefully, rolled underneath Sparky's attack, and swiftly regained his footing. Meanwhile, as Nehir executed these impressive maneuvers, Daniella caught hold of his shield and returned it to him. The shield grazed Sparky's side as Nehir caught it and promptly threw it back at him. It grazed Sparky's helmet before bouncing upwards and reaching Daniella who was already positioned to catch it. She swiftly tossed it towards the ground.

Sparky reacted by instinctively shielding himself from the incoming attack, while Nehir's shield struck the ground near him and deflected past his own shield. The impact of Sparky's shield against his helmet was powerful. Unfazed by this setback, Nehir and Daniella continued their assault, repeatedly hurling the shield at Sparky with each throw bringing them closer to their target. Their relentless barrage began to take a toll on Sparky's armor; small cracks started to appear in its chest plate.

Noticing the tiny cracks, Nehir saw an opportunity to enlarge them further with his sword while simultaneously throwing his shield at Sparky. Nehir swiftly retrieved his shield and successfully blocked Sparky's swing. With one fluid motion, he thrust his sword forward, piercing through the noticeable crack in Sparky's chest armor. Nehir took another step forward and removed his sword from Sparky's back.

"It's not over until it's over, water sack," gasped Sparky.

"There won't be a next time, Sparky," whispered Nehir. Daniella swung her claymore from behind and decapitated Sparky.

"For a mercenary," Daniella remarked, "he's pretty weak."

"We're not out of danger yet, Daniella," said Nehir as drop pods continued to rain down around them. "We need to deal with these expendables first."

"Miyoung, I'll support you," Isabel said, emphasizing the need to face Zaporg together. "Besides, I've been craving a fight."

"Come find me," Miyoung replied as she continued her pursuit across the rooftops, deliberately avoiding engaging in battle on the ground. An aircraft flew past her, and Isabel joined her in the chase. "Took you long enough."

"Aww, is sweetie missing me?" teased Isabel. "I'm blushing."

They pressed on, actively taking down enemy teams hiding on rooftops or attacking the shield towers scattered throughout the city. They noticed strange black smoke emanating from one of the rooftops, slowly forming into a humanoid figure.

"We're getting closer," Miyoung informed them. "And Zaporg knows it." She paused momentarily to take a shot at the shadow figure before moving forward. Her bullet pierced through it.

Both of them skillfully evaded an attack from the shadow and leapt off the rooftop. Unbeknownst to them, there was a massive rock already positioned below. Fortunately, they effortlessly dodged it while continuing their descent, avoiding or obliterating more rocks being hurled at them. However, their focus wasn't solely on avoiding rocks - the shadow figure still closely followed above.

As they slammed into the ground, breaking the concrete beneath them and creating a shockwave that spread outwards, they quickly dispatched their enemies defending Zaporg before turning their attention to him and the shadow figure.

"I'll take care of that thing while you deal with Zaporg," Isabel suggested.

"Deal with Zaporg?" Miyoung chuckled. "I'll cut him into little pieces."

"That's my girl," Isabel teased. "I'm so proud of you."

Isabel jogged away while Miyoung stood up and faced off against Zaporg across the street.

"You never learn, little girl," Zaporg chuckled. "I should teach you a lesson."

"I've broken you once; I can do it again," Miyoung replied confidently as she cocked her gun. "You motherfucker."

They charged at each other, firing their weapons while dodging or directly taking bullets head-on. It quickly turned into a fist fight in the center of the street as a battle raged above them.

Miyoung gracefully spun beneath Zaporg, seizing the moment to withdraw her pistol and unload an entire magazine into his armor. She swiftly reloaded while spinning away from him, then came to a sudden stop before charging forward once more to continue their hand-to-hand combat.

Miyoung clearly held a slight advantage in terms of speed, which she was well aware of. However, she quickly realized that Zaporg had upgraded his armor after adding a couple of sneak shots. Despite its heaviness, she observed that the armor remained surprisingly flexible in close-quarters combat. Even though she was blind, Miyoung could still perceive and anticipate most of Zaporg's movements when he attacked.

With a powerful kick to Zaporg's side and another well-aimed one at his helmet, Miyoung spun around him and launched herself into mid-air. In mid-flight, she fired several bullets at Zaporg's helmet from her gun. In response, he dug into the concrete and hurled a massive rock towards her.

"Kimchi, guide me," Miyoung whispered.

Gracefully landing on the rock sent her way by Zaporg, Miyoung used her strength to push it back towards him. Once back on the ground, she immediately charged at him again while he was distracted. As Zaporg aimed his gun both at the rock and at her, he fired a focused beam that shattered the rock but failed to break Miyoung's determination.

Quickly changing direction by running to her right, with each step drawing closer to him; Miyoung remained steps ahead of Zaporg until he trapped her with his other focused beam. Undeterred by this setback, Miyoung stood firmly in place and aimed her gun directly at him.

"You think your inferior weapon can't break my shield, little girl," Zaporg laughed.

Miyoung fired a single bullet at him. "Third Sound," she whispered. The bullet struck his chest armor, shattering into countless small pieces. "Slicing." A compressed ball of visible wind enveloped Zaporg, disabling his focus rifle and weakening his armor.

He discarded his guns. "Is that all you have in your arsenal, little girl?" Zaporg sneered. "You can't penetrate my armor."

"I can," Miyoung replied calmly. "Instead of wasting time with words, let me show you." Miyoung and Zaporg engaged in close hand-to-hand combat once again. She aimed her pistol at Zaporg's weakened armor and increased the pressure until it became more vulnerable to her attacks. Miyoung repeated this process several times until she was confident she could break through his entire armor.

Miyoung slowed down intentionally, tempting Zaporg to make a move. He seized her by the neck and lifted her off the ground.

"Has the little girl run out of steam?" Zaporg laughed sadistically as he slammed her into the ground repeatedly before throwing her aside.

"You've overexerted yourself, Miyoung," Kimchi warned sternly. "Using powers beyond your control is forbidden."

"We end him here," Miyoung declared determinedly.

"As you command," Kimchi affirmed resolutely. "I will protect you."

Silently landing on top of a nearby building instead of crashing into it like before, Miyoung leaned against the wall and took aim at Zaporg. "Forbidden Sound: Precision Tornado."

With great force, she spun violently while firing her gun forward. Anticipating the attack, Zaporg burrowed into the ground once more and erected a strong defensive wall in front of him. Undeterred by this obstacle, Miyoung broke through the Earth Wall and inflicted severe damage to Zaporg's left arms and leg. Continuing her assault, she crashed into the building with immense power.

Safiya and I were dealing with our enemies attacking the west gun while we searched for Sang Hwang. However, instead of finding her, she found us and arrived with a powerful entrance. Safiya was the first to react to Sang's aggressive arrival. She quickly pushed me out of harm's way and engaged in a clash with Sang. I joined in the fight as well, but I struggled to match their speed. Who exactly was Sang Hwang, and why was she just as fast as Safiya?

Suddenly, there was a strange disturbance that lasted for a few seconds. The surroundings fell silent, distracting me from my fight with Sang. Seizing the opportunity, she landed a punch on my chest that sent me flying back into the building. Safiya soon followed after.

Amidst the chaos, I suddenly heard static coming through my communications device. Initially, it was garbled and unclear, but soon Isabel's voice broke through with great clarity - she was shouting over the comms channel.

"Miyoung is down!" Isabel yelled. "I repeat, Miyoung is down! Zaporg has escaped to the west again. Viktor, get over here!"

"I'm on my way," Viktor shouted back. "Bertha, head to their location."

"On it," Bertha responded.

I crawled out of my hiding spot and firmly commanded, "You take Miyoung to medical. And go after Zaporg."

"What about you?" Isabel asked.

"I'll join you later," I insisted. "We can't let Zaporg slip away again.”

"Pay attention to me instead, Kobayashi," Sang said, turning to face me. She chuckled and added, "Why don't you focus on me, baby?" With a flourish of her sleeves, Sang produced two chains that made thunderous sounds as she whipped them around. "I'll make both of you notice us," she laughed. "I'll make both of you our slaves." Sang gasped with excitement. "It will be glorious."

"Bertha, who is this?" I asked curiously. "And why does she have thunder as her element?"

"The Joker, Sang Hwang, is a former SUITs Agent," came the reply.

I was taken aback by the fact that a SUITs agent was now allied with the enemy. I glanced at Safiya quickly but her expression remained unchanged. It didn't faze her one bit; she must have known.

"Safiya?" I called out.

Safiya spoke up calmly. "Sang Hwang went missing with her team thousands of years ago and we lost track of her after a few years when her energy suddenly went silent. There were rumors of Sang popping up from time to time, and it seems she has been indoctrinated by The Red Lady."

As we were processing this information, someone emerged from the ground behind Sang. Safiya touched her ear comms to communicate with the others and confirmed their presence: "It is confirmed. Sang Hwang, The Joker is here... Luca Grasso has entered the fight."

"You're right, Safiya," Nehir chimed in.

"Sofia Serrano is here too," Daniella added.

"And guess who also showed up at my camp," Sasha exclaimed with excitement. "Noah Augustus is here."

"Is this a distraction?" I asked. "Isn't it?"

Sang clapped and laughed. "You've finally realized it, Kobayashi?"

Suddenly, the radio chatter went haywire. Multiple explosions could be heard in the distance as we quickly discovered that the shields surrounding the west gun had been disabled. The west gun placement was now vulnerable, and Sang Hwang stood in the middle of the street with a chilling smile on her face.

"The city will fall," Sang laughed. "And Earth with it."

I watched as enemy aircrafts formed into a single swarm and launched an attack on the west gun. During the battle, the defense guns positioned around that area, including the western gun itself, were aimed at the swarm. It was terrifying to witness enemy aircrafts joining forces from all three of Zaporg's aircraft carriers. The central and eastern defense guns adjusted their positions and focused on one of the battleships as they prepared to fire. In the meantime, the enemy swarm closed in on the western gun, overpowering it completely and obliterating it within seconds.

Nevertheless, the central gun successfully pierced through an enemy battleship, dividing it in half, while several shots from the eastern gun caused significant damage to another vulnerable battleship.

Regrettably, we lost control of the western gun.

Sang continued her nonsensical speech, laughing as she declared, "We are merely sacrificial lambs for those who came before us. The Ace of Spade campaign is approaching to fulfill their Ancient Prophecy – we are meant to be consumed by them." She taunted Kobayashi, suggesting that there was nothing he could do about it.

"We have multiple anomalies above us," Sasha said.

"Enemies?" I asked.

Hundreds of ripples appeared in the sky as numerous aircraft jumped into Earth's atmosphere. It wasn't just aircraft; two massive battleships also entered through the rippled sky. It turned out that they were SUIT's reinforcements joining the battle. I watched as the battleships fired massive rounds at Zaporg's flagship before it started running westward. SUITS quickly regained air superiority above Las Vegas, and Zaporg's second battleship was taken down right after.

"We will deal with the remaining enemies and Sang's teammates, Kobayashi," Nehir said. "You go to your team and chase after Zaporg."

"I will assist you, Kobayashi. Onon Khan reporting in," added Ingrid Hoffman.

Viktor bellowed with laughter and said, "Hey! It's Comrade Ingrid, Viktor's best friend."

Safiya tossed a device onto the ground which transformed into a transportation bike. "Take this and chase after Zaporg," she instructed me. Safiya took a step forward and confidently stated, "I will take care of Sang."

"You? Deal with me?" Sang laughed wickedly as she grinned at Safiya and called out for Luca.

Luca suddenly appeared in front of Safiya as they clashed with each other. Meanwhile, I hopped on my vehicle and drove away.

"Don't run away, Kobayashi! Sooner or later we will all be slaves to our masters," Sang laughed menacingly

[eerna]

Me: :(

How to Train Your: Dragon

Me: :)

[tricky-ghoul]

Slaughterhouse - Kai Straw

The night was ripe and I was pickin’ grapes off it

Taken off at like midnight, then I'd say softly

That it wouldn't be met with what normally bested

Me, which be whiskey and weed but indeed

It did, and I was gone like a cough to a lozenge

Walked up in a house to 'em all doin' dollar hits of coke

While talking cognitive, rhetoric like philosopher's

About death, life, love, just pondering

Solvin' themselves these shells of truth

That they'll lose once their high's through

And I guess that defines youth

Then there's poets praying for plagues or bombs

So they'll have something more to write in essays or songs

'Cause they're bored of war and can't do shit about politics

So get real fuckin' drunk and then imagine they can abolish it

But then they'll get old, and have some kids of their own

Then those kids will say the same shit 'till their old

And it repeats over and over

And watch the news - they're still

Saying that the world's fucked and they've got it on film

Like, yeah, kill, kill, kill, did everybody die?

Double that, we need ratings, call it, umm, a genocide!

Then after a 2-hundred thousand dollar commercial

We're shown kids blown to bits

In a country we've never heard of

Then some have the nerve to comment like they know shit

Sayin, "Oh, that's God punishing the heathens' indulgence"

And they believe it, because passion with a good voice

Passes as fact to like half of those who hear the noise

So bon voyage and whatnot or whatever

I'll sever ties with my senses forever

I'm so existential and selfishly bitter

Like, look, take my rights but

Leave me my liquor (Leave us our liquor!)

Then I see all these women wearing make up for the sake of

Perfecting the face that appears when they wake up

And I wonder what it'd be like to live as a girl

Where your face isn't good enough to show to the world

It's odd, a woman's life is a fashion show

And a guy's not a guy unless he's smashing those

And they say, we're all free in most ways

But what most don't calculate

Is that we're slaves mostly to culture

Giving ulcers to a kid who likes pink

'Cause when Daddy calls him faggot, he likes blue to be abiding

Or a girl who was lonely, and was forced to pretend

But then blew a bunch of dudes and had a room full of friends

Then we're all Che 'til our youth runs out

A bunch of Bolsheviks, that conform somehow

I see kids pushin' world peace out their mouths

And to them I say, no, the world's a fuckin' slaughterhouse

We're all living on stolen roads

A peace sign's just fashionable

So I'll be sitting here

See you when you save the world

Or when you wake up and you save yourself

[duerdust]

today, i'm writing, with tears in my eyes, to beg everyone who reads this to help us spread what's happening.

While people were protesting near the parlament, the police and army allowed people to get inside saying they wanted a truce, protestants accepted and were almost celebrating, some danced, some screamed "we want peace", while the police rounded them. not long after that, they helicopters landed and the police started recharging their weapons. then, they were shooting gas bombs and other weapons to the thousands of people who were there, peacefully. Our, president, if he can even be called that, was calling for dialogue. That's the dialogue they gave. Hundreds of people hurt, kids, teens, students, women, elders, etc. A lot of deaths as well. But you probably won't hear about it on the local news. Our government is trying to hide all the violence and abuse, they're trying to silence our voices. Lenin Moreno says he's brave and that he wants to dialogue, but he hides in another city while his sold sheeps are killing us without thinking twice.

But we're not giving up. More people is joining the fight as days go by. We don't know when this will end, or how it will end, but we know that we will fight until we've won, or until there's nothing else to lose. If we have to die, we'll die, but we won't let them get away with all of their crimes.

No matter what's the outcome, just know that our hearts and minds won't ever forget what they've done, and we won't forgive either.

[bluebird167]

The Sinners and Their Saints Chapter 11: The Vampire Who Loved A Musician Part 2

Rose flew far off to a mysterious castle that was home to the vampire queen Jasper. There she sat on her thrown drinking from a goblet full of blood. She was a large, strong, and muscular being, hard to believe she was female. When she caught hold of Rose she dropped her goblet in shock.

"Rose?" She said. "Rose....You're....You're alive?"

"Indeed I am."

"That's...That's wonderful. I was told that you had been destroyed by sunlight."

"Well I wasn't no thanks to you or any of the other vampires." She said angrily. "I called for help but no one came, they all left me to die."

"I'm sorry Rose but you have to understand we can't ruin the mission just to help one injured vampire. Sometimes sacrifices must be made."

"I guess but what about loyalty and friendship? Last I checked we were best friends."

"We are but the good of our people always comes first. Anyway I'm so glad you're here because I need your help with something."

"What?"

"I finally found away to exterminate those humans."

"How?"

"With this."  She held up a glass vile of a strange purple liquid. 

"What is that?"

"It's a virus that will infect and kill every intelligent creature on earth. Once I break the glass they virus will spread to every where, there will be no cure. The only ones immune will be plants and animals."

"But Jasper that would infect us too."

"Don't worry I've planned for that as well." In her other hand she held a small statue of a bat. "This is the praying bat, it will ensure that vampires are the only intelligent life who survive this. Once all the humans and every other intelligent being is dead vampires will finally rule this world."

"Jasper I've been thinking and I don't think we should go through with this."

"What?"

"Look for these past three years I've learned something about these humans. They're not as worthless and savage as you think they are."

"How do you know?"

"I've been able to observe them closely."

"How close?"

"Close enough to know that they're not as bad as you say they are."

"Rose may I remind you that these humans are not only brainless neanderthals but they've killed hundreds of us!"

"And we've killed thousands of them!" She defended. "Jasper I know you think we suffer the most but you're wrong. It's them who have suffered, just read this."

She handed her the bible Greg gave her. Jasper hissed and threw it down.

"What the hell are you doing reading that?!" She screeched.

"Jasper this proves that God didn't abandon us, it proves that he loves us and I think that if we try hard enough he can forgive us for the terrible things we've done."

"We have done no wrong!"

"Yes we have! We've killed thousands of innocents thinking they were nothing more than cattle but they're not. These humans they're intelligent and cultured and sensitive. We can learn so much from them!"

"They'll never accept us! They'll only kill us!"

"Not if we show them that we want to make peace. "

"Peace? With humans? Humans no nothing of peace or compassion or feelings!"

"You're wrong! There are plenty who do!"

"How do you know?!"

"Because I come to love one!"

"You what?!"

"After I was left for dead a human saved my life. He sheltered me from the sun and gave me his own blood. He taught me about the human world and he treated me better than anyone here."

"You fool! Love is weakness!"

"No it's strength! I love him! And he loves me! And there's no way I'm gonna let you destroy him or any other human!"

She lunged for the praying bat in Jasper's hand. Jasper responded by punching her and knocking her to a wall.

"You traitor! How could you turn on your own kind?!"

"That's easy! I just learned that my own kind is much more horrible and revolting than the humans are!"

Rose pulled out a sword and shield, the two she vampires began to battle. Jasper was strong but she was no much for a vampire born from Dracula's blood. Rose easily over powered Jasper and took the praying bat from her.

"I'm sorry it had to come to this old friend." She said. "But I don't want to be apart of this anymore."

"Traitorous wretch! You'll pay for this! I swear it!"

"Good luck finding me and good luck finding this! Because I'm going to hide this somewhere you'll never find it!"

Rose then fled from Jasper's castle never to return again. She flew off somewhere and hid the idol somewhere she knew Jasper wouldn't think to look. After that she returned to Greg. She explained everything that had happened and asked him if she could stay with him. He agreed without a single word or thought of hesitation. Their time together was a happy one and both couldn't help but wonder how they ever could've lived without each other?

"Greg." She said one night as they sat together by a lake gazing up at the night sky.

"Yes?"

"Do you remember when you said love can create a new life?"

"Yeah."

"Well I want that. I want us to create a new life together. One we can nurture."

Greg froze for a moment.

"You mean....You wanna have a baby?"

"Yes. I see couples with one all the time and they look so happy. They have a kind of joy that I would give anything to have. But if you don't want one-"

"No! No! I do but are you sure you want one now?"

"Yes."

"Okay. Let's have a baby."

"Wonderful now how do we make one?" She asked.

"You don't know where babies come from?"

"No. Do you?"

"Oh boy this is embarrassing." He said blushing. "Well it's like this."

Five minutes later...

"You humans do that?" Rose asked surprised.

"Yep."

"How strange but I can do it."

"You sure you want to?"

"Yes, do you?"

"Um..." Greg was blushing all over. "Yeah..."

"Okay then let's do it."

So within time she became pregnant and for her she couldn't have been happier. The thought of being able to bring new life into the world made her completely overjoyed. But there was one downside. Vampires were not meant to produce offspirng so the females who come from blood don't have birth canals meaning if one was to become pregnant and choose to let it be born the labor would cause terrible body damage and blood loss. Their only chance to avoid this fate was to abort the child or drink human blood to make their body stronger. But Rose didn't want her child to be a full fledged vampire so during her pregnancy she stopped drinking human blood.

As time passed their child grew at an alarming rate but it was strong and healthy. Unfortunately the stronger the child grew the weaker Rose became.  Finally on a thundering, rainy, stormy night Rose went into labor. She laid on a mat crying and moaning in pain, her body was so weak and frail and she was suffering terrible blood loss.

"Ah! Ah!" She moaned. 

"Hold on Rose." Greg said clutching her hand. "Hold on!"

"The baby! You have to find someone to save the baby! Find a doctor please!"

"I'll be right back, just keep holding on."

Greg left their house and went to find help. It was such a terrible night, the thunder, lighting, wind, and rain made it nearly impossible for him to see. He was worried that he wouldn't be able to find anyone but he was also worried that even if he could find a doctor he wouldn't be able to pay him for helping Rose.

"Excuse me. Are you lost?" He heard a voice and he saw a light. It was a lantern being held by a man carrying a bag. 

"Who are you? And what are you doing out here?"

"I'm Father Gardner. I'm a minister and I'm out here because I'm looking for a girl who was abducted from my church about a year ago but what our you doing out here in this God forsaken weather?"

"Help! I need help!"

"Whoa! What's wrong?"

"Rose! She....She's bleeding! And the baby...It's....You have to help me find a hospital!"

"Take me to her."

"What?"

"I'm a doctor I can help. Now what's wrong?"

Greg took Father Gardner back to his house and explained everything on the way there.

"You impregnated a vampire? Are you mad?" Gardner asked.

"She's not like all of them! You have to believe me!"

"With all due respect as a minister I must purge the world of evil creatures like vampires!" Father Gardner pulled a cross and a wooden stake from his bag. 

"Wait! Just look at her! Please!" 

Father Gardner sighed but he put his tools up and went into the other room. He saw Rose lying on the mat clutching her stomach in pain with huge amounts of blood surrounding her body. She looked up at him with weak, tearful eyes.

"Are you the doctor?" she asked. "Please help my child."

"I am a doctor but the only way I can save your child is to perform a c-section but that will cause you to loose more blood and you'll die."

"I don't care, just please save my child."

"Rose no!" Greg said. "There must be another way. Drink my blood so you'll be strong enough."

"No Greg. I don't want Steven to be like me. To be forced to kill innocents to survive." She turned to minister. "Do whatever it takes to save our child."

Gardner couldn't believe this, a vampire determined to bring her child into the world and refusing to let it become a full vampire even if it means she could die. That was as believable as a devil serving God. (He would later learn that was possible too.)

"Alright sir get me some water and something to wrap the child in."  Gardner said. He opened his bag, pulled out a first aid kit he brought, and began to perform a c-section on Rose. With in two hours a strong and healthy infant had been produced. 

"It's a boy!" He announced.

"Is he okay?" Rose asked weakly.

"He's perfect." Gardner said. "See for yourself."

He held up the crying infant, Rose smiled softly. She had never seen anything so beautiful in all her life.

"Does he have a name?"

"Steven." Greg said. "We liked Steven."

"Nice name." 

Father Gardner took the child into the other room and began cleaning him. 

"He's perfect Greg." Rose sighed smiling. "Greg promise me something."

"What?"

"Steven is going to be a strong and powerful boy. Promise me that you'll make sure he uses his strength for good."

"I'm promise but Rose you need to rest now."

"Greg."

"Yeah."

"I'm so happy." She whispered with one last smile.

Her skin was losing color, her eyes closed, and her breath was slowing. 

"Rose? Rose? Are you okay?"

No anwser.

"Father! Come quick!" Greg called. 

The minister wrapped Steven in some blankets and placed him in a crib then rushed back to them.

"What's wrong with her?" Greg asked.

"She's lost too much blood." Gardner said. "I don't think she'll last much longer."

"No! No! Rose! You can't leave me!" Greg begged. "Please!"

She was fading fast. Father Gardner opened his bible and performed a salvation of the soul ritual to ensure that when Rose died she would go to heaven after death.  

"I'm sorry but she's gone." The minister sighed. 

"Oh God!" Greg sobbed bitterly. Father Gardner gripped his shoulder comfortingly while little Steven continued to cry as he knew his mother was gone. 

[c-mon-babayyy]

Space Streamer

2024, streaming is still really popular, but being in space is a new trade. Once humanity has built many space stations in earth orbit, in 2022 they discovered gravity wells, and the start of a new type of space race begun. With people not needing to worry about 0g's, new space stations had been planned, and in 2024 the first internationally launched one had been announced as stable for projects.

But that didn't concern Erin, entertaining himself and his half a mill followers was more fun. At least, the space race use to not concern him...

...

Synter was Erin's preferred name, it was what his streaming friends and online friends called him, and it was his twitch and youtube name for all the videos he made. He was a variety streamer that based his content on his personality based on what he does, but variety streaming didn't prepare him for this.

He awoke to something pushing and moving him, his body always woke up before his head did, and this proved true as his eyes opened to being forcibly walked by something far taller than him. Erin was just barely 21, but he had the same height as 12 year old him, a good 5 feet and 2 inches. He was taller than the smallest of girls, but he was still made fun of in school. But taking a good look around this obviously wasn't school, it was a purposely dark hallway with the occasional other person. And by person, I mean a stranger being walked by an alien, and alien they were. They were tall, way taller than any human by at least 4 feet at least.

Describing them was hard, for the other captives they could express in horror as the barely clothed aliens were tri legged with rough leathery looking skin of a yellow color with green spots, their endoskeletons poking out of their skin to protect their soft and large organs. Their heads held mandibles and large round eyes, with other sensory organs on the base of their neck and the collarbone with skinny arms with only three fingered hands, two fingers and a thumb. But to Synter the aliens looked like really large stick bugs. Stick bugs that covered the very top of their chest in a special made crop top that refused to cover their sensory organs. With shorts that held hooks for ropes of fanny pack type pouches galore, and arms with gloves that obviously had some sort of electric function as they glowed a low blue. And an obviously awkward looking bubble of some sort of glass over their head and sensory organs.

Taking a more paniced and thorough look around, now awake to be afraid of the strange aliens, he noticed the occasional glass tube with other persons in it, only human persons. Over speakers that Synter took only a few seconds to spot there was a strange clicking noise mixed with snarling sounds. Strange thing was that it was patterned enough that Synter could guess that it was an language, no aliens could take a race like humanity without being organized enough to have language and writing.

Synter was still in his three layers of hoodie, filled with the weird tools that have been hidden in his many hidden pockets since he lived with his builder father. He was more of a computer guy, and added both hardware and software tools into his many pockets. He moved to alaska just so he could get a new experience, having lived in arizona and Connecticut before. What he got instead was a sudden crash course on how to survive a frozen desert, and a wave of japanese fans for some strange reason.

He remembered that he was out of his house and in town, on his once a blue moon run of supplies. He had run back to his large truck from the store to pick up his glasses and sunglasses that he somehow left, when suddenly things around him went dark. It took a full minute to realize that it was summer, not winter when the sun sometimes didn't show for months, and a look up showed the underbelly of something he couldn't recognize. He vaguely attempted to run to his truck, just as it and him had started floating, then he went out.

He hoped his truck was alright, and a stir of fear settled in his stomach as he wondered what or rather why these aliens wanted them, wanted us. He didn't need to struggle to see from example that their hands were cuffed in a dull metal type. The people getting walked that were making noise was getting masks or gags put on them, but not for the ones staying quiet. The people in the containers also seemed awake, watching in anticipation. And then, over the speakers of the strange alien voice a human one came on.

It was just yelling at first, but he and the others getting walked could tell that it was obviously human. In a strange act, the tall aliens abandoned their humans, throwing them on the ground on the side of the hallways, before sprinting quickly to the end of the hallway. Just as the doors started to close, Synter started to get up, and with his physical rising despite his hands behind his back, the human voice started speaking constantly.

"Attention Human Citizens!

This is space traveling captain Richard Fuck-My-Life reporting on the group mission "Man-Fucked-Up", As in 'Man thus is Fucked Up' or 'Man These Guys are Fucked.

Now, you may be experiencing this displeasure of a moment called being captured. Well, seeing as some of you were forced through orientation when you were asleep, i could tell, some of you snore-, these bitch asses are a researcher alien race! They were told we were valuable some type of way and started abducting us in front of public eyes! Luckily, in the two days of abducting they did, many governments around the world started retaliating! Some nukes were even set off, although with the help of space whatnots those nukes were propelled into deep space where some other ships were warping in.

Humanity is now lovingly fighting a space fight, and a whole continent has been american-ized in the process. Also in this process is the revolution of nuclear and solar energy instead of gasoline, and a mineral and metal revolution as we take the space ships we've crashed and use them for our own cities and ships.

But that doesn't concern you too much now, does it? You guys are in space for gods sake, what about getting back home?! Well do I have some news for you! These bitch ass aliens have weak ass materials! We're deathworlders baby! We're stronger than personal structures! Unfortunately not as strong as the ship itself, because you know, protection from space, but we're close!

Now if you don't mind just try breaking free of those hand cuffs!"

The still standing Synter attempted pulling his arms, and with a snap the cuffs broke and his hands were free. Looking around the others on the ground were also breaking free easily. It made the feeling of slight fear dissipate into nervousness, he felt better about the situation.

"These hands cuffs don't really do anything anyway, the aliens made them like cop cuffs because they thought something along the lines of 'the shape will make these creatures weak!' Or something." The human, Richard continued.

"Next, kindly kindly, if you could show some human kindness for your fellow human race and break the glass containers? Its not an ultra strong glass, but you still need something sharp or heavy to break it."

Being as he was standing close to one of the containers, Synter pulled out a small ice pick and gently tapped, the glass quickly cracking & falling into medium sized pieces. Sharp pieces. Around him some people were breaking out on their own, and some of the previously handcuffed persons were using the cuffs to break the glass.

"Careful careful," the voice almost immediately sang," we may be stronger than these damned fools but we can still puncture our feet with glass. Although by the looks of it these aliens only confiscated the outer layer of clothing for extreme weather environments. Geez, these guys totally abducted you in places cold enough to consider death for them, and they didn't even think twice about it? What kind of scientific species are they?"

Synter softly chuckled at that, the man sure knew how to lighten a situation.

"Okay okay, you guys are ahead of schedule compared to my other friends, all 4 compartments of you. 5 ships, 4 compartments each, two rows of walkway per compartment, and 40 people per row. Simple maths by calculators, some of you still have your phones, says thats Sixteen Hundred people they've managed to abduct! And seeing as they have only enough for a flat thousand, killed roughly a mill in quote "terran" end quote Ground to escape with you, and the whole other 7.67 billion people want you back, maybe minus the 1.3 billion people living in developing countries that may or may not focus more on becoming developed other than getting into space, thats a whole lot of responsibility and only 7 of us that's been in space long enough to push you back home. " Richard seemed to ramble.

During Richard's talking, Synter did wonder if he in fact had his phone on him. Sure enough, one look in his most inside pocket and there was his phone. All three of them. One was for personal calls, and it sometimes acted like a mini laptop than a phone meant for game apps. It wasn't his largest, but he could contact anybody via anything on it, and he usually gave businesses this number. The second was his streaming phone, the screen was large but it would be the flattest thing he has, first to even his ass, if it wasn't for the phone case. It had a decent enough processer, enough to that it was practically a second moniter. It made checking his chat during outdoor streams or cooking streams easy. He also downloaded a bunch of music and how to videos to laugh at. His third phone was almost like his streaming phone, but smaller and it had the capacity to run like another laptop. If it was a person then it would be a car that ran on coffee for gasoline, a powerful powerhouse of data processing that meant he could even stream from his phone. But seeing as this was the last phone he had used and it showed he had no signal, he doubted he could do anything but record.

The man on the speakers continued to blabber on about how much of a pain the aliens were for kidnapping so many humans in broad daylight. Synter put away his phones and ran to the ends of the hallway, where other people free of their constraints were starting to gather. Jogging down one end he saw the open containers, probably where he and the other cuffed people were being walked to before Richard interrupted them. Synter did his best going through the not so dense crowd, about half of the hallway so about 20 people.

He stared at the door, trying to find where it ended and where a box looking panel would be placed. Would aliens even have control panels in space ships?

"Ah! It seems a few of you are eager to move on to the next step. Well then, let me get on with the informing. These aliens, or Xeno's as the less offensive term, are pussies and are running away. They will soon be using most of the escape pods, however there are more escape pods then there is scientists. Unluckily there are a few military types onboard in case there is a riot, and they will attempt to quote "sink with the ship". These military types are, however, stupid weak, one of our punches will make gore out of them.

Ah! Someone yelled it! It's the humans are space orcs theory! Or really for us its a collection of stories under the idea, but seeing as that idea is now true it is a theory and these home made stories are now probable stories written under the theory's speculation. Big words, small brain. Basically we think faster for a longer and more death like sleep cycle, and when in practice we are faster and stronger than any Xeno's, although because of our preferred gravity we are more compact and dense than they are.

Theres all the things complaining about earth bugs and earth diseases and earth foods that can kill most other aliens too. Did you know there are only 3 other races coming from death planets, and after being introduced they've all decided to become hermits? It turns out 50% of these non death world races didn't evolce with light sensors, or have limited light sensors, aka eyes. That's why its dark, but the next bit will be easy. At somewhere around 6 feet there is a panel, if you smash it in or find something to pry it open by the cracks, you can hotwire it. While you're figuring out where it is, I'll announce to each hallway individually which hallway and compartment you are. Basically every one of you are in front of some storage container space, whatever they're called."

As soon as the voice stopped the group around him started mumbling to each other. Suddenly the question came out straight,"does anybody know how to hack some wires?"

Synter raised his hand, calling out that he had basically found the panel already and that he knew how to work with electric hardware. But by all of their looks they knew he was too short to reach the panel properly. A strong looking guy stood behind him, bending down to offer a piggy back ride straight for the panel. Synter accepted, someone from his group yelling and gesturing to the other side of the hallway for where Synter had pried open the panel. The first thing he pried open turned out to be the security panel covering. There were buttons galore in a language not written, but raised into the plastic like panel. It would be almost useless to try and hack the electric lock, so instead Synter switched out his tool for a screwdriver.

"2A, you guys are compartment two letter A as in first walkway going from left to right on the ship from a birds eye view. By the way, 2A lower hallway with the guy piggybacking another to reach the panel, you're ahead but on the right track. Trying to crack the alien passcodes on these bare panels would be useless, so after breaking into the panel definitely 6 ft above the ground and unscrewing the alien panels for the wires underneath would be a good next step unless I can override their system using the handy dandy AI I got."

"Its Alien Braille." Synter shouted as the man commented on the passcode panel.

But richard didn't respond to him, and Synter went quiet again with concentration. Just as the man went silent again the final screw went loose, and after tossing the screwdriver of many applications to someone else so they can run it to the other end of the hall, Synter started inspecting the wires. The strong man holding him on his back shifted weight as Synter pulled out a phone, using the flashlight feature to look at the wires. It was a complicated looking mess of different shades of grey, but coming from the walls were colored(surprisingly) braised symbols that each cluster of wires originated from. Maybe a mostly blind species' way of organizing wires without color vision.

The person that ran the screwdriver to the other end of the hallway ran back, the other side just getting the wires exposed as the voice crackled on.

"Awww! The whole lot of you figured out how to get to the wires! Recognizing that most of you punched your way through, that's okay cuz it's taller than most of our heads. Anyways, people with phone lights can now see that there are many colored wires. They did not do the coloring on purpose, but we will use it to our advantage. The wires with the green symbol need to be paired with the wires connecting to the panel. If you do that the doors will open."

As Richard was speaking Synter did so, and immediately the doors open with a slow force. The man Synter was piggybacking on let him down, quickly following the rest of the group that squeezed between the slowly opening doors. Synter hesitated a bit, looking over across the hallway to see that the other end had also opened their door. Synter let the soft light bask his face by the door as Mr. Richard directed everybody to the ends of the ship, the top of the hallway spilling left while his side spilled right, meeting with the other compartments.

But something caught his eye to the left. It wasn't the other compartments spilling into the other side of the ship, instead it looked like a low shiny, the low shiny of his truck. He ran to it, and in the surprisingly opened warehouse, yes the word Richard was looking for was space warehouse, was Synter's truck! It was beautiful even in low lighting, and Synter ran to it's hood to hug it. Other than some dust and alien handprints that basically told him that they didn't know how to get in or reach the engine, it hadn't been touched.

With his truck there were boxes upon boxes of things, his truck standing on some boxes too, and standing on boxes were some other vehicles. Counting 4 other vehicles in total, there was an all electric tesla, a helecopter, a small tractor, and one of the highly classified new human space cruisers, like a van but smoother and meant for launch and landing in space. It probably also had the new gravity function too, and Synter became excited just spotting it. With a crackle in the air, a speaker Synter didn't know was in the room started up.

"Hey there, are you sure you wanna stay here? You can escape with other humans if you want." Richard spoke through a softer announcing speaker.

It sounded like it was under a box or something, but Synter wasn't going to escape space prison without his truck. He shook his head.

"Nuh-uh! Im abducted with my truck I'll leave with my truck. It has food for 3 years if I don't eat like a pig, and besides im a computer mechanical & engineering wizard, if something goes wrong i can look up a how to video I downloaded and fix it. I was interested enough about space before this." Synter exclaimed, attempting to hug his truck tighter but failing and sliding down it.

He fell on his ass and the speaker sighed.

"Okay fine, each of these rooms are meant to house xenos of any race for at least 2 years, and 6 months of hurtling in space is all you need to be caught by earth. I did manage to hack the ship, so I'll weld down your closed doors from the outside to make it space proof." The doors cracked open behind him slammed shut, the sound of large locks clinking together before the heater whir of presumably the fire torches or the Xeno equivalent stirring behind him.

"Meanwhile to survive I guess I can guide you to the warehouse computer and monitor so you can rewire it with the fabricator that should be next to it. It should be to your right, against the wall behind a smaller pile of boxes. Ooh! It looks like this warehouse was marked for refined metals and chemicals! With it you could make your own chemical water & oxygen making machine and ftl drive, if you need it. I'm going to guide the rest to their escape pods and their own warehouse cargo bay so I can catapult you into space towards earth. You ready?"

Synter was already running towards the wall of boxes.

[crestfallenmurdock]

Jason: They've killed hundreds of us!

Matt: And we've killed thousands of them!

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

Tell me a story about Admiral Craymen eating a salad.

"I want to see that," Craymen mumbles as his hand grasps the knife's handle. Craymen never makes eye contact with anyone unless he wants to. "I have to."

The admiral is in a high-stakes meeting of the Craymen Corporation, a military-industrial consortium dedicated to the exploration and exploitation of alien space. Craymen, as CEO, is seated in the head of the conference table with, on one side, the admiral, Vice Admiral Fenn and Vice Admiral Gossam; on the other, the admiral's underling, Lieutenant Colonel Gornam, his chief of staff, Major Degnit, and General Fenn. Craymen is in a bad mood -- his wife's leaving him soon, his daughter's in the first semester of a prestigious university, and this latest alien incursion has thrown him back into an internecine war.

The Craymen Corporation, which is headquartered on the Moon, is one of the foremost military-industrial powers in the Solar System. Craymen is, at least in the minds of his enemies, the most ruthless, bloodthirsty, power-mad man to ever inhabit the Solar System. He has spent much of his life playing both sides of interplanetary and interstellar politics. Craymen's first name is a pun on "Crab," the planet he hails from -- the joke goes that "Crab" (in his native language) means "to devour" and the planet Crab means "devourer of worlds."

Craymen is also a well-known recluse -- when not in meetings, he spends most of his time in his luxurious mansion (which is, in turn, one of the largest private residences in the Solar System). He goes on long and expensive expeditions to the Moon or to other worlds, using the vast sum of money he inherited from his parents. He never goes to the Moon: he doesn't want to be on its surface.

The admiral looks into the admiral's empty wine glass and makes eye contact with someone from his personal entourage. The admiral's gaze travels from one member of his entourage to the next, until it finally alights on Admiral Craymen himself. "Craymen --"

"I said, I want to see that."

"What is it, Admiral?"

"Don't call me that."

"Admiral. It's what they call you. You've always insisted."

"I never want to be called that."

"And yet here you are, asking for the privilege. You must want it."

"It's like having a son named after me."

"I don't understand. A son --"

"A son named after a murderer. Because I killed him. And not once or twice or even twenty times, but scores of times."

"-- isn't the sort of thing you want to be remembered for, sir."

"I've never thought of myself as a good man."

"Admiral, is there something --"

"If you have a son, you want him to be remembered."

"But, sir --

"I don't want to be remembered. For my own sake, if nothing else. I want to forget."

"Forget what?"

"My past."

"Sir, this has been your lifelong battle --"

"To forget everything that made me a murderer --"

"To forget every bad thing you have ever done."

"And I will. Because it's the only way. Every single one of my people here has been a murderer in their past -- they've all killed people. It's what we do. We kill because we have to. Every single one of us has killed hundreds of people. Thousands. And we've never stopped. And we'll never stop. Because killing is our business and we will stop only when we can no longer kill. Because killing is our business.

"I don't want to be remembered for it. Because I don't want to be remembered at all. Because every time I think about it I want to kill someone. I want to be a murderer, Craymen. Not some old, old man, eating a salad and wanting to see something that doesn't exist. But a murderer, yes. Yes, I would like to kill. So I can forget. So I can forget that there were men and women and children in this room, all with families, who loved them, who were never in this room. So I can forget what it means to be a murderer. So that I can forget what it means to kill. Because if we didn't kill, we wouldn't exist."

Craymen's speech is finished. And it is a speech he has never given -- this speech has only ever been mentioned in passing by his allies. And it is not a good speech. It's a terrible one.

"Admiral, is there anything I can --"

"No."

"Thank you."

The admiral stares back into his empty wine glass, and his expression is grim, and there is a hint of rage on his face -- the admiral's voice is suddenly sharp and bitter. "The Craymen Corporation exists because we kill -- and we will not stop. It doesn't matter what anyone tells you. I will never stop killing. No one will stop me. Not the police, not the military, not even the government. Because they are murderers. Every single one of them, murderers. And they will never stop until they're all dead. But you don't want to be remembered as a murderer. It's the worst thing you can be. To be a murderer. To kill someone. And they kill again. They kill again. And they kill again. Because killing is in their hearts and it's in their blood."

The admiral's gaze finally alights upon Craymen's face. "You know what would have saved us all -- if every single murderer in this room had died as a child? Because every single one of us who has killed could have done so as a child. If you had all died as children? But you all survived. You all were allowed to grow into murderers. You all are murderers. And you will never, ever stop. No one will. They will kill and kill and kill until they are all dead."

"Thank you for reminding us, Admiral Craymen, of how much we all have in common."

"I'm not a murderer."

"But you have killed many, many times."

"I want to die."

"Admiral Craymen, is there -- is there anything we can do for you?"

"Yes. I want the Craymen Corporation to stop. I want the Craymen Corporation to disband. I want every single member of it to turn on their own throats -- but most of all I want to be forgotten."

"Yes. We'll do our best."

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Your tags for httyd are a moooood. After watching the third movie in cinema, me and my sisters were like: "we have to see the first one again right here and now" and honestly every scene in that movie makes my heart go hhnhnnnnggggg!! Forbidden Friendship is just so beautiful with only their expressions and the music to drive the scene... like it's pure perfection

AAHHhhHHH honestly!!! There isn’t a single word spoken during the scene!! And it makes us feel so much!!! It is honestly one of the best scenes I’ve ever seen. And you’re right, the entire movie is filled with beautiful material. Imo it is the best and the deepest of the trilogy, with so many powerful motives and so much heart and feelings put into it, it just cannot be conquered