#collecting data yippee

[the-bineapple]

hey wait spreadsheets are actually fun

[waitineedaname]

me experiencing grad school imposter syndrome: what if linguistics isn't the right field for me, what if I'm not meant to be studying it full time

me within three days of finishing my semester:

[mirroredgiraffe]

guess who made sonshadamy fankids

i just think amy should be involved in the horrors that is test tube babies... let her in on the horrors...

anyway the twins are basically eggman trying to one-up his grandpa to make a "better" ultimate lifeform and his big idea was to add sonic and amy's dna to the data he collected from gerald's research making shadow. so yes the girls have black arms dna as well... eggman thought adding the extra speed and strength from sonic and amy's genes would make them stronger and capable to take down those who oppose him. but his plans were intercepted by rouge and the twins were adopted by their "parents" yippee happy end

also yes the three are married bc why not. they are in their early 30s here

i also made some other doodles

i have some ideas for the twins so ! if i get to it, i'll post it lol.

[starlitiris]

“Imperfect Hatred” ~ (Sebastian x Reader)

Summary: A little while after you pass Sebastian’s shop, you mysteriously run into him again. And just in time, by the looks of it.

Notes: The prompt for this chapter was suggested by LukeySkywookie in the comments on the last chapter on ao3!

If it ends up being a terrible then I blame the fact that I worked a 9 1/2 hour shift yesterday. Yippee!!!! A little heads up, you might be out of character if you hate squiddles and not-so-imaginary friend

Also the title was inspired by Ultrakill i LOVE REFERENCING THINGS WITH CHAPTER TITLES please enjoy my goofy ass writing <3

ALSO NOT TO MAKE THE NOTES TOO LONG BUT I PROMISE I’M WORKING ON MORE PAINTER x Y/N JUST HANG IN THERE COMPUTER KISSERS I GOT U

~ 🦈 ~

Sebastian was just out scavenging for data and supplies when he stumbled upon you by pure, unfortunate coincidence. He didn’t think the navi-path would lead you in this direction, but alas, here you are. Lovely. Just when he was finally enjoying some alone time.

He watches you search through all the drawers and shelves in the room. You shove whatever you can find into the bag given to you by Urbanshade with the intention of collecting assets. A smile paints your face when you find an orange vile alongside a stack of files and USBs.

How pointless. You’re just going to die soon, anyway. Don’t you get that by now? Any kroner you’ll get from having that crap on you is completely useless. It does nothing for you. You can buy all the supplies and ferry coins you want with that stuff, but you’re still going to die. You always do. Why bother picking things up after you pass his shop? Are you really that stupid? He’ll never understand you.

As much as you frustrate him, he finds your ignorance and determination… amusing. If he were in your position, he would’ve given up a long time ago. But here you are. Nearing your 50th death, and still aiming for that crystal with a stronger will than what you started with. He cannot fathom why.

You had no idea he was watching you. The only way you would know he was there is if he wanted you to know. Large as he may be, he’s gotten very good at sneaking around undetected since the lockdown started. He’s a lot more quiet than you would think.

Whilst pondering your infuriating inability to simply give up, he decides it wouldn’t hurt to stick around for a bit. Just to see how you get on. And to collect anything you might have missed while making your way through the blacksite.

When you enter the next room, he follows not too far behind. He watches you check for dangers, collect assets, and move on to the next room. He keeps stalking you, watching you repeat this process every time you open a new door. This was all routine for you – something you were now able to do without giving it much thought. Aren’t you miserable, doing this day in and day out? You really are a pain in the ass.

You could feel his eyes on you. An uneasy feeling of being watched that you couldn’t shake crept up your spine.

This experience wasn’t new to you by any means. Something was almost always watching you, if Urbanshade wasn’t. Cameras were littered all over this wretched place. But this time, something just felt… different. And you couldn’t for the life of you explain why.

You had gotten used to the feeling of being watched by now, but the unfamiliarity that you couldn’t quite place your finger on unsettled you. It had you looking over your shoulder more frequently than you usually would.

Sebastian took notice of this. Not that it bothered him, though. You wouldn’t be able to find him. He knew that. It did mean he would have to be more careful to stay hidden, however. He didn’t want you to know who your new stalker was.

You kept trying to ignore the feeling, forcing yourself to stop looking over your shoulder after some time. It was just making you feel more paranoid. Whatever was watching you, if anything, definitely wasn’t going to show itself if it hadn’t by now. You just hoped it wouldn’t be what ended your run.

Soon enough, you found a temporary distraction from that paranoid feeling. A little red remote, hidden away in a small locker. A soft gasp leaves you, and you pick it up.

“Imaginary Friend!” You smile, handling the little toy with care. You’re about to press the button on it, but you stop before you can push down on the soft silicone. You frown. “Aww… I probably shouldn’t. I’m sorry my beautiful angel princess, but I don’t want you whispering about things crawling in my skin while I’m already feeling really paranoid. Sorry…” You gently place the remote back where you found it.

Wait.

Pause.

You actually like that thing?? What the hell is wrong with you?

Sebastian grimaces as you walk away from the locker, genuinely looking sad and guilty- what the hell is wrong with you??? That thing is FREAKY and WEIRD, and you’re apologizing to it when it probably can’t even hear you?? What on earth do you have to be sad about?? It probably doesn’t care, and likely doesn’t even know you found the remote!

You sigh a big, sad sigh and look for the next door to open. You are fucking strange. Sebastian shakes his head at you. What a moron.

A few rooms later, you find yourself in a large area with all the lights out.

“Great,” you mutter bitterly and pull out your flashlight. You traverse carefully through the open area, making sure you don’t trip or bump into anything. You groan, loud and annoyed when you reach the door to the next room and find that it needs a keycard. Wonderful. Splendid. Time to backtrack.

Sebastian stifles a chuckle. Your poor idiot.

After searching around for almost 5 minutes and wasting nearly all of what remaining battery power you had in your flashlight, you finally hear that satisfying buzzing sound that emits from the keycards for some reason. You sigh in relief and turn off your light, hoping you can find it on sound alone.

You follow the buzz, inching closer and closer until you reach a wide cabinet with a single thin drawer right beneath the top of the furniture. You eagerly open the drawer and scan the interior for that stupid piece of plastic. You’re barely able to spot it in the darkness, but you see it on the far right end of the drawer. You move in to grab it, but stop when a loud hissing starts right in your ear. You look up and are met with one of many familiar glowing white faces, inches away from yours. You jolt and stumble away from it as soon as you process that you were toe-to-toe with a squiddle.

“Dammit!” You look at the keycard after the squiddle calms down, then look back to where you saw its face. It is standing directly in front of the keycard. “Why can’t you just move??”

Sebastian had to cover his mouth so he didn’t snort out loud at your persisting misfortune. He’d like to see you get out of this unharmed.

This has happened to you once before. You know if you're quick, you can just grab it and go. You can do this. It won’t be fun, but you can do it.

You take a deep breath to brace yourself, then quickly move forward and slap around the inside of the drawer to find the keycard again.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry!” You repeat as the hissing starts up again, getting louder with each passing second. After desperately failing to pick up the piece of plastic way too many times, you’re able to pick it up and throw yourself back just in time before the squiddle attacks you. You let out a big, exasperated breath.

“Fuck!” You look at the squiddle again once you’ve recollected yourself. “Sorry, buddy… didn't mean to invade your personal space like that.”

… What.

Did you…

Did you just apologize? To the squiddle?

The Not-So-Imaginary Friend is one thing, but the squiddles? Those are actual threats. They can, and have, killed you. More than once. You have their full document to attest to that. Hell, it could’ve been this specific squiddle that caused one of your past deaths. But you are honestly, sincerely apologizing to it for ‘invading it’s personal space’? You have GOT to be braindead or something.

You unlock the next door.

Sebastian is baffled. Baffled, and quite frankly, very angry with you. There is no room for kindness down here. Nobody wants to be your friend, nobody wants to see you succeed, and nobody wants your goddamn apology. All this place has ever known is misery and hostility. Everything is out to get you. You have over 40 deaths at this point to prove that you aren’t naive to that.

This place has tortured you. Not once has it ever shown you a fraction of the kindness he’s just witnessed you showing it. Since the first time you arrived on that submarine, you have been burned, drowned, electrocuted, beaten, consumed, crushed, mutilated, drained of life, and shot dead more times than you could count.

Even Sebastian himself has killed you once before. Given you might have deserved it – even though he was egging you on as well that day – but even after that, you still try to be nice to him when you have it in you to be. You’re polite to him. You never try to touch or climb him like he’s some animal at a petting zoo. The run he killed you on was the only time you ever flashed him with the flash beacon. On most of your runs, you buy shit you don’t even need if you have the data for it. He knows you only do this to give him more research. He doesn’t understand why, but he knows you do it. Nobody needs a lantern and a normal flashlight when they already have a hand crank one.

You are kind. You’re kind, determined, gentle, considerate, funny… a breath of fresh air. He desperately wants to understand how somebody like you can exist in a world so cruel and unforgiving.

He can almost admit that he’s fond of you. Almost. Maybe he would be able to if you didn’t make him so angry.

It’s every man for himself down here. Why don’t you get that?

Why waste your time caring about anybody but yourself?

You won’t survive like this.

You haven't been surviving.

If there’s any chance at all that you could get that crystal and leave with it, he’s certain you won’t be able to do it if you keep going on the way you have been.

It doesn’t do you any good. He would know better than anyone.

Nobody is on your side.

The next couple of rooms are uneventful. The lights were all out, so you didn’t have to worry about anglers or Pandemonium. You had put a new battery in your flashlight at this point so you could see where the hell you were going. You were back into your rhythm. Look for dangers, check drawers, find the next door, repeat. Like it’s second nature to you.

Finally, after what felt like forever, you enter a room with the lights on. You turn off your flashlight, and proceed with your routine.

A gross, wet sound assaults Sebastian’s ears – or lack thereof. Looking in the direction of the sound, he spots exactly what he expected to see.

A wall dweller. Gross.

He looks back toward you to see if you heard it as well, only to find you still opening drawers for loose assets. Apparently you hadn’t, then.

Sebastian watches the wall dweller slowly creep up behind you while you’re none the wiser.

He stares. Intently.

You’ll hear its footsteps any second now, surely.

Surely.

… Why are you still checking drawers.

Sebastian squints. The wall dweller is nearly on your heels- are you not paying attention?? Where is your head?!

A wave of panic washes over Sebastian as the wall dweller is right on your tail, reeling back with an open mouth to kick you down and take a good chunk out of your neck.

You’re looking through yet another drawer.

The wall dweller lifts its leg.

It braces itself to kick the back of your knee, and-

KRRKNCH!

The loud sound startles you, and you whip around immediately to see what it was.

Sebastian was behind you, snarling over… what you think used to be a wall dweller. You aren’t sure what you were expecting, but it definitely wasn’t this.

You stare, shocked.

He makes eye contact with you.

He looks panicked for a brief, fleeting, almost unnoticeable moment before he stands up straight to recollect himself. He wipes the wall dweller remains on his hands off on his jacket, cringing in disgust at the carnage he caused.

“Why don’t you pay attention next time? Considering what I almost just had to witness, I’m shocked you even made it this far,” he snaps, ignoring how befuddled you are to be seeing him outside of his shop.

“You.. when the hell did you get here?!” You question, rightfully confused.

“I was just passing through. And by the looks of it, you’re lucky I was,” he mockingly grins.

“Really? Just passing through?” Something in you doesn’t want to believe him.

“Yyyup.”

“I’ve never seen you outside of your shop before,” you state, your tone indicating disbelief.

“I have a life outside of my shops, you know. How do you think I stock up after you expendables leave me empty handed?”

“Well… okay, I guess that’s fair. I know you scavenge around for things, I just never expected to run into you while you were doing it.”

“Yet here we are.”

“Right…” your gaze drifts back down to the, uh… splattered wall dweller remains on the ground. “Ew… uh, thanks for that by the way.”

“Don’t mention it,” he replies bluntly.

You step to the side to make some distance between you and the carnage- and then a realization strikes you.

“Wait, why didn’t you just let it kill me? If you did, you could’ve just looted my corpse again. It’s not like you haven’t done that plenty of times before. Don’t you want me to fail?”

He stares at you. Usually he’s quick to respond to anything you have to say to him, but it seems you might have actually stumped him for once. You weren’t exactly sure why, though.

You stare at each other in silence for a little too long before Sebastian finally speaks up.

“... Well. Some of you expendables like to eat this disgusting shit, don’t you?” He picks up a dweller chunk off the ground. “I just figured since I’ve seen you freaks eat them often enough, and they’re usually so hard to come by, I could start hunting them down once in a while and sell chunks of them for a good price! Smart business move, no?” He grins again, seemingly back in character.

You blink. “... Okay, yeah, I guess that makes sense.”

“See? I’m just scavenging. Nothing more to it. This is purely for my benefit, not for yours.”

You frown, annoyed and unamused. “Right. Got it. Thanks.”

He hums with a cheeky smile before turning around to leave. “Well, I best be going. See you real soon, Expendable.”

“Wait!”

He halts, glancing over his shoulder to find you removing your bag from your person.

“While you’re here…” you hand Sebastian your bag. “Want this?”

He’s staring again. At you, then at the bag. Then back up to you.

“… What do you want?” He asks, turning to face you once more.

“Nothing. I have everything I need, really, and I don’t want you to have to re-scavenge for whatever I would buy off of you here. So… take it.”

You’ve stunned him again. This time you figure it’s because you’re basically offering him free money.

Once again, he is trying desperately to understand you. But he can’t. He never does, and he doesn’t think he ever will.

Seriously, what is wrong with you? Why are you like this? Why are you so kind to him, even in moments like this? And why does it make him feel so…

“Sebastian?”

Your voice interrupts his train of thought.

He rudely snatches the bag out of your hand. “Don’t expect me to give you anything for this later,” he warns.

“I won’t. Consider it a thanks for saving me,” you smile.

“I wasn’t trying to save you.”

“I know,” you assure him and make your way to the next room the navi-path is leading you to.

He watches you.

You wave to him as you walk off, facing away from him as you do. “See you soon, fish sticks!”

He watches until you’re out of sight.

A strange, fluttery feeling occupies his stomach. You did this to him. He hates it.

He hates your stupid nicknames for him. He hates your stupid face, and that stupid smile you give him almost every time he sees you. He hates your teasing, and your little playful remarks that you send his way when he’s being an asshole. He hates your stupid laugh. He hates that he’s memorized the way the corners of your eyes crinkle when you do. He hates all the little things you do to show that you care and don’t want to upset him. He hates that you express that same kindness to other occupants of this hellscape that deserve it more than he does. He hates that you’re an unstoppable force that won’t quit no matter how often he discourages you.

He hates you. More than anything.

And yet…

For some reason…

A part of him still can’t wait to see you again on your next run.

[realchickenmanny]

Wanna see some cool data on people's favorite words?

If this is your first time seeing me, STOP READING AND GO SEND ME AN ASK WITH YOUR FAVORITE WORD! In June 2024 I picked up the hobby of asking random people on Tumblr their favorite word, and I just kept asking until we got here today. I've got about 7000 favorite words from a whole bunch of people on Tumblr.

First, the credit for doing basically all of the work goes to @thespyglassofvision. He was the one who ripped all the text out of Tumblr, making it way easier for me to filter it to just favorite words.

He also is the one who found all this cool data analysis! (Warning there's a lot of data, if you wanna just check out the list of favorite words its over here)

All of this data was taken from March 15th, when I collected only a measly 6700 words. If you want to use the list of favorite words for anything, feel free to!(Just show me because I wanna see)

Top 25 most common words:

Fuck: 132

Defenestration: 69

Petrichor: 64

Defenestrate: 51

Onomatopoeia: 38

Shenanigans: 36

Serendipity: 31

Ethereal: 28

Love: 27

Effervescent: 26

Antidisestablishmentarianism: 25

Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis: 25

Indubitably: 23

Perchance: 22

Yippee: 22

Flabbergasted: 21

Silly: 21

Cunt: 20

Meow: 19

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious: 19

Discombobulate: 18

Kerfuffle: 18

Scrumptious: 18

Serendipitous: 18

Melancholy: 17

The 25 longest words are:

Hottentottenstottertrottelmutterattentäterlattengitterwetterkotterbeutelratte: 77

Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch: 58

Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis: 45

Verfowaldachro'iley'akwe'ichrodekefowalchro: 43

Квазиантихороводоводоведофилофобофагоманы: 41

Isopropyl methylphosphonofluoridate: 35

Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia: 35

Donaudampfschiffahrtskapitänskajüte: 35

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious: 34

Konstantynopolitańczykowianeczka: 32

Satanarchäolügenialkohöllisch: 29

Floccinaucinihilipilification: 29

Najneobhospodárovavateľnejší: 28

Antidisestablishmentarianism: 28

Международный женский день: 26

Methylcloroisothiazolinone: 26

Prisencolinensinainciusol: 25

Subductisupercilicarptor: 24

Megaloblatta longipennis: 24

Drittschadensliquidation: 24

Raxacoricofallapatorius: 23

Low density lipoprotein: 23

Friggatriskaidekaphobia: 23

Rhombicosidodecahedron: 22

Icosadodecaoctatriakis: 22

How much each type of word was used (note: kinda scuffed. Whether something is a noun or adjective is mostly based on the context of that word, which just doesn't exist)

Noun: 3035

Adjective: 1259

Proper Noun: 1028

Verb: 957

Adverb: 278

Interjection: 94

Punctuation: 27

Pronoun: 25

Adposition: 13

Subordinating Conjunction: 9

Numeral: 8

Other: 7

Coordinating Conjunction: 6

Particle: 5

Auxiliary Verb: 2

Ordered by starting character frequency:

S: 841

C: 596

P: 585

A: 462

D: 424

F: 414

B: 361

E: 349

M: 341

T: 240

L: 235

I: 227

G: 211

H: 210

R: 203

O: 177

W: 149

V: 144

N: 118

K: 92

Y: 77

Q: 57

U: 51

J: 42

Z: 25

X: 10

:: 5

К: 5

П: 4

É: 3

Б: 2

Р: 2

ا: 2

ح: 2

と: 2

귤: 1

흐: 1

0: 1

2: 1

-: 1

": 1

Ż: 1

Ἀ: 1

Χ: 1

Д: 1

З: 1

ї: 1

М: 1

Н: 1

н: 1

О: 1

с: 1

Ц: 1

א: 1

ח: 1

ب: 1

ش: 1

क: 1

ब: 1

व: 1

श: 1

แ: 1

ぎ: 1

も: 1

ヤ: 1

夢: 1

早: 1

木: 1

松: 1

狐: 1

猫: 1

白: 1

着: 1

[smile-files]

okayyyy done with chapter 8 now, and with it part C of the playthrough! gonna pick up tomorrow morning with the epilogue and bonuses in part D, which are the last through things i need to get through to finish the data collection section of my henryology project! yippee!

[natalgenic-culture-is]

Eresian-heavy system culture is different carriers having different feelings toward being pregnant and we're able to collect the data and find the common traits.

[Putting a cut because this is long -- David B.]

Avery noticed that at one point in time the stats were gendered. The women who had carried, Rosalie and Joey C, both hated it. The men who carried, Terry A. and Avery himself, both love it, despite being worried they would be dysphoric before trying. And Andromeda, non-binary transfemme [all 5 male in source and formed male in sys though that's also unrelated] doesn't specifically love it but also has no issue and carried all 4 of their eresians.

Avery knew that gender wasn't actually the Reason, but at the time that's what the data showed. There's also Raine, who has 12 eresians and was the first to ever have any, but all of xyr kids were conceived, carried, born and raised away from front so obviously xe isn't opposed but we don't know if xe specifically enjoys it.

And this data has since changed. Eowyn, unaligned, loved it. Amber V, a woman, also loved it. Spencer, a trans man, was incredibly dysphoric for the small amount of time he had to switch back so we could do our fucked up uterus transplant surrogacy [we don't have like, IVF, but we do have magic gore powers so, yippee].

Gender is definitely not the thing, although Terry A. and Avery thought they'd not like it because they're men, and Joey C. thought shx'd get euphoria from it as a womxn. I think Andromeda was maybe thinking it would give faer euphoria but also probably was more focused on not knowing how long it would be or if it would be painful/uncomfortable etc. since vae're the first to have gone through it in front.

Anyway, I noticed that the actual root of the dysphoria has nothing to do with bioessentialist gender norms [thanks gender OCD for even considering it 🙄], but rather body type. It's not gender phoria, it's baby bump phoria.

Rosalie and Joey C. are both specifically skinny and felt dysphoric about not being skinny. Terry A. and Avery are both fat and love it and it's important to them [bears] and the baby bump just amplified it. Ever seen a baby bump with a happy trail? It's hot as fuck. Amber's also chubby and it's important to her and she loved the baby bump. Andromeda and Eowyn are both skinny but it's not as important to them as Rosalie and Joey C. and also they enjoyed being pregnant outside of the baby bump anyway.

This has continued to hold up since I realised it and continues to be referenced when considering getting pregnant. I know I don't wanna be pregnant not because I might have bottom dysphoria for 3 days but because being toned and muscular is a very important part of my body and my expression and my gender and it's all connected so you take away something important about one's appearance and they'll start to deteriorate and by day 3 Rosalie is sobbing while we're at Chili's because she doesn't know what's wrong with her. so.

Shout out to the ones who enjoy it o7

-- Trick (he/it/xy)

[watas3n1a]

yippee!! 214 days since Side Order released and i finally collected data for all colour chips! 14 runs total with Marinas Palette; 8 completed runs, 6 I gave up on, and 1 death all for ONE CHIP!! Brella Launch Cooldown was fucking me over >:( but i finally got it so who cares ^-^

[beatriceportinari]

finished my data collecting yippee

[gay-otlc]

yippee data collecting :D!!

just submitted my new response :)

Whooo!

[mcdecisionmaking]

More Spring Break Thoughts

3 March 2025

I'm feeling much better about my progress than last time I posted. Here is a list of things I have learned:

There are Cognitive Scientists who study theater and Actors who study cognitive science! And some of them work with each other and support each other's work yippee!

Most of these scholars start from a point of emphasis on Embodied Cognition. This makes me want to shift the focus of my project away from mental operations and toward embodied cognition.

Decision Making->The body-> Embodied Cognition-> Stanislavski, Chekov, Laban, Lecoq Theatrical teachings (Possibly also antoine artaud?)->Acting on stage->Audiences "believing" a performance/experiencing catharsis. (this is a flowchart of the many thoughts floating in my head)

My new plan of action is to go deeper into studying Bruce McConachie, Rick Kemp, John Lutterbie, Amy Cook, and Vladimir Mirolan

I also need to comment on my classmates' blogs, which I have been seriously avoiding but will stop doing.

I need to catch up on R work, and speaking of R->

I need to find a way to collect/showcase data for this project. I am still leaning on the idea of multiple video clips of the same performance

[haunted-friendships]

CHAPTER 3: Setting the Soul free?..

An: Yippee! I was able to get this friday off to make this chapter come out early! So yeah!!!

Friday, August 27 [xxxx], 09:37pm

Everyone met up at the same bus stop near their school and made sure to do a head count and quick check on their equipment. “Okay so we have everything and everyone here… lets go.” Rey said as she led them back to the abandoned building. Althea held the thermometer and had Penny carried on her back, Chiffon had the EMF reader in hand and a crucifix in her pocket, and Atlas carried the notebooks, cameras, and the Ouija Board. Once they set up their equipment and some cameras they started roaming around the building, each of them having their own floor and notebook to investigate. With Penny and Althea investigating the first floor just to make sure it’s safe, Chiffon on the second floor, Atlas on the third and Rey on the forth.

Friday, August 27 [xxxx], 11:04pm

They proceeded with their investigation until 11pm when they all met up outside the building and collected all the data they wrote. In Althea and Penny’s notebook it said that they would hear a subtle foot tapping like a walk on their floor and not upstairs, and the sounds of echoing whispers nearby, like souls getting tortured and burned in hell. Meanwhile in Chiffon’s notebook she mentioned how whenever she returns to a certain spot an object would either appear or go missing, and the EMF reader would slowly get close to level 4 or 5 with each ticking second. In Atlas’ end, he noted how there would be deep and loud whispers from a female voice, telling him scrambled words or a different language that he couldn’t understand. As for Rey, she noted down how she had a feeling like there was someone or something behind her but whenever she looked back, all she saw was nothing. So they had to end up using the Ouija board. They made sure Penny was somewhere in a safe distance away as they set it up.

Friday, August 27 [xxxx], 11:23pm

They all placed their hands on the planchette, they proceeded by asking the basic questions. “Ms. Marian dela Cruz, are you here with us now?” Rey asked as the planchette slowly moved towards the yes. “Oh ms. dela Cruz, are you here to cause us harm?” Chiffon asked. The planchette stayed on the answer yes which made them worried a bit, giving Atlas some goosebumps. “Ms. Marian, may we ask if you can show yourself to us?…” the planchette then started moving towards different letters, they were all being noted down by Atlas and as they read what it spelt it said ‘respice post te.’ “What?…” Atlas said confused and pissed. Chiffon’s eyes widened as she read it, she quickly told Rey “whatever you do, make sure to not make any sudden movements, and make sure to turn your head slowly, Rey.” She looked at Chiffon confused and slowly turned her head, thats when she saw the ‘figure’ that they saw in the recorded video from a few days ago, it was right there, staring at her. Rey slowly took out her flashlight, ready to flash it at the figure if it plans to charge at them. Atlas slowly moves behind Rey, with Althea slowly pulling Penny next to her. “What do we do..” Althea whispers to Rey. “We slowly stand up, you all stay behind me and gently walk out to the exit. Leave the other replaceable things behind and make sure Penny sticks with atleast one of you.” Rey responded as she slowly stood up with the others and slowly backed away as Rey pointed the not yet lit flashlight at the figure.

Friday, August 27 [xxxx], 11:28pm

Rey and Atlas goes back to the building but doesnt enter just yet, they checked the surroundings and turned on Rey’s flashlight. “Thats odd…” Rey says “whats wrong?” Atlas asks as he looked at Rey. “I can’t find a single trace on where the figure wouldve went, no signs, no more eerie sounds, no nothing. Do you think it was able to free itself?..”, “Maybe, we’ll never know unless we see it ourselves. Well i’ll be going now since I guess my job here is done.” Atlas responds as he carries his bag and walks away, planning to stay the night at Ellis’ apartment.

[milk-lover]

Long ramble about. Idk accommodation and ablism at my college.

So my school is not like. Great about accommodations. We have an access center and we can sign up for accommodations but 1) it’s super jump thru hoop-y, where the barriers in place over getting accommodations are often particularly difficult to overcome due to the thing you need accommodations for. Why do I have so many inconsequential deadlines to get accommodations for my “really bad at deadlines” disorder??? Why are the instructions so unclear when you are supposed to be accommodating students with “rely on clear instructions” disorder??? ????? And then 2) the university, and to an extent, my major Psychology specifically, has a bit of an anti-accommodation culture. It’s very much ‘your education is your responsibility’ not ‘we have a duty to make the barriers to educational success as low as possible for all our students.’ And in psych specifically there’s this added layer of, if your accommodation is for a mental illness or disorder of some sort (and mine are for ADHD and depression) there’s a bit of a feeling among the professors that they know about mental disorders, so they bring these preconceived notions about what it’s like to live with those disorders into their teaching and their observation of these accommodations, and it’s. Not always in a good way.

So anyways this morning I had a zoom for an academic club I’m in. The prof who runs the club is on a committee that is collecting data from students to begin a project to restructure the psych department. Yippee! The psych department isn’t the worse but there Sure Is Room To Grow. This is good!

Prof asks us at the end of the meeting if we had any general suggestions for questions to ask. They had a focus group a few weeks ago (i applied but was not selected), and now they were preparing a general survey that would go to every psych student. I immediately raise my zoom hand and go “As an Access Center Student, I would love it if the psych department was a bit more proactive in accommodations in general! I feel like there’s a bit of an anti-accommodation culture here, which I think could be addressed.” Now, my assumption was that this comment would be redundant. Surely they had Access Center Students on their radar, and there was a whole section on the survey about students with disabilities and general accommodations. Oh, reader, the level of my naïveté!

Prof’s eyebrows shoot up. “Oh that’s a great point! We don’t have anything about Access Center Students. We should definitely add some of those! Good point, Milk.” HUH?

I bring up access a few more times in the discussion, but I don’t want to monopolize it by any means. People start to sign off the zoom. I stick around a sec. “Prof, I just wanted to ask, in the focus group, was there any Access Center Student representation?” She looks genuinely apologetic. “Honestly, we didn’t screen for it. That was a major shortsightedness on our part.” Fun. Fun, fun, fun.

I like this professor. She’s got a good head on her shoulders, she’s not like, actively malicious or power tripping. I think it just genuinely did not occur to her, or anyone on the committee, to consider that there are issues with accommodation in the psych department. Because, again, psych people assume they know about (specifically mental) disabilities, because they study them. But this makes them dangerously complacent to ignoring or discounting their own ableism. It’s so frustrating for me to deal with, and now I’m really realizing, it’s not even on their radar AT ALL!

Hopefully my comments will get some Access Center questions into the survey. I’m terrified by the idea that, if I hadn’t have happened to be in this club, and we hadn’t happened to have a bit of extra time, and I hadn’t spoken up, there would have been nothing addressing students who need accommodations in the department restructuring. Nothing.

I may scream. Just a little bit. Very quietly into my pillow.

[burnwater13]

Ha! Grogu had told the Mandalorian Bounty Hunter that he was stuck with taking care of him. Now, his boss, the Armorer, had confirmed it! Yippee! Grogu was very happy about that.

And why not? The bounty hunter was very nice. He’d collected Grogu, protected him, fed him, introduced him to his friends. He talked to him. Din Djarin had even put up a hammock for Grogu to use for sleeping and meditating and just quiet time. The Mandalorian really liked quiet time.

Now that he was officially a Mandalorian foundling, Grogu wondered when Din would start teaching him everything about being a Mandalorian? Did he have to wait to get Mandalorian armor? Did they have to go to Mandalore first?

Grogu had never been to Mandalore. At least, he didn’t remember ever going there. He wondered if Din had a holocron that explained it all or maybe a data tape? Grogu wanted to learn all about the people who were willing to be responsible for him. 

The Jedi had tried to be good guardians. Master Beq had done his best and Grogu had at least survived that horrible day at the Jedi Temple. But once he and Beq were separated, life had gone from hard to dang near impossible. That’s how he’d ended up with the Nikto gang after a whole bunch of other horrible stuff had happened. Grogu was very glad that those times were over. 

He and the Mandalorian would travel the galaxy, picking up bounties, having adventures and just being family. Because when you were someone’s foundling that made you their family. He was glad of that. He’d always wanted a family. 

The Jedi were not big on family. They didn’t like ‘attachment’ because they thought it made you all distracted and tempted you to forget how to stay balanced in the Force and all that stuff. But Grogu thought that was silly. Master Beq had been very attached to the younglings he trained and Grogu knew that the brave Jedi Master had cried about the loss of his charges many times after they were safe. Grogu had cried too. It was good that they could share those moments. That’s what friends and family members did.

From what little Grogu remembered from his training at the Jedi Temple, Mandalorians were actually really big on family. They considered found family to be the same as born family and Grogu thought that was the best rule for families. Everyone was worthy. Everyone was valued. He liked thinking that he and Din Djarin would make an awesome Mandalorian family. 

They would have cook outs and invite their friends. Maybe they would adopt other people to be part of their family. That would be great. They could have family customs and celebrate anniversaries and just have fun and enjoy their time together. Grogu knew that wasn’t quite the same as saving the galaxy from the Empire or helping the New Republic start off on the right foot. But after all he’d experienced it seemed really good to him. 

He hoped the Mandalorian was excited about being his dad as Grogu was about being his foundling. Sure, it seemed like Din Djarin had avoided being a dad for a long time. Grogu didn’t know how long, but based on the sounds the  Mandalorian’s knees and back made when he was walking, Grogu was pretty sure his new dad wasn’t all that new, really. But that was okay. They figure it all out together. How hard could that be?

[duggardata]

Nurie Rodrigues is Courting Nathan Keller!

Get Your Analysis (and Predictions) Here.

ICYMI...  On Monday, July 1, 2019, Jill Rodrigues announced that her daughter, Nurie, is courting Anna (Keller) Duggar’s younger brother, Nathan Keller.  We are all looking forward to keeping tabs on the relationship!

Nurie Katelin is the eldest daughter of Jill + David Rodrigues.  At Age 20, she is the first of Rodrigues to enter a courtship.  Her boyfriend, Nathan, isn’t the first in his family.  He’s the seventh child of Mike + Suzette Keller, who’ve previously had three daughters—Esther, Anna, and Priscilla—marry after a strict quiverfull (QF) courtship.  (Three Keller Offspring have also left the QF faith, and pursued secular relationships.  Those siblings’ data isn’t factored into this Post.)

After the jump, I’ll calculate a potential relationship timeline (i.e., Engagement, Marriage, Firstborn) for Nurie + Nathan, based on data and averages from the following sources—

The Kellers  (Esther, Anna, and Priscilla)

The Duggars  (Who Jill Clearly Idolizes), and

The Kellers + All The Predictor Families

... that last one will be sort of like a Fundie Average.  It’ll be based on data from the Kellers and all Predictor Families—Duggar, Bates, and Maxwell���taken as a collective whole.

Read on!

When Did Nurie + Nathan Start Courting?

Before we can proceed, we need an answer to this.  Unfortunately, neither the couple nor Jill has revealed the exact ‘courtposal’ date as of July 8, 2019.  We have to estimate...  Let’s start with this Instagram Post by Jill, on July 4, 2019, which provides the following information—

Nathan sent Nurie flowers “about 3 Weeks Ago” to “signify[] the start of their courtship.”

Shortly after that, the Rodrigues Family traveled to Georgia for Hosanna + Timothy Noble’s wedding.

In Georgia, the Rodrigueses spent “a couple of days” with Nathan, and Nathan gave Nuria a heart necklace and more flowers to make it “even more official.” 

Breaking this down a bit...  Per Jill, the first bouquet of flowers “signif[ied] the start of [the] courtship.”  So, that’s apparently the courtposal date.  (If Nurie + Nathan ever redefined this as the day he gave her the necklace in–person, I’d go with that, though...  It seems like the more natural start.  But, for now, Jill’s word is all we have to go on.)  

Moving on to Bullet Point 1...  Exactly 3 Weeks Prior to the Post (July 4, 2019) would be June 13, 2019.  Jill said it was “about” 3 Weeks Prior, though—so, I think it’s safe to assume that it wasn’t exactly 3 Weeks Prior.  Let’s assume it’s 2.5–3.5 Weeks Prior, which gives us a working range of June 8–17, 2019.

Edit:  Oops, I was mistaken.  That Post was actually made on July 2, 2019, not July 4.  My bad!

From Bullet Point 2, we know that the ‘courtposal’ happened before Hosanna (Plath) + Timothy Noble’s wedding.  Incidentally, another one of Jill’s IG Posts indicates (on July 3, 2019) that that wedding happened “last Saturday.”  That seems to indicate a wedding date of June 22 or 29, 2019, depending on how you interpret it.  And, after a bit of Googling, it’s clear that it was June 29, not the 22nd...  A wedding cake baker lists “Hosanna Plath” as one of her brides here, with a wedding date of June 29, 2019.  Sadly though, this doesn’t really help narrow down the courtposal date.  Damn!

Since we can’t narrow it down more...  Let’s just go with June 12, 2019, since it’s in the middle of the working range, but not exactly 3 Weeks Prior to July 4.

When Will He Propose?

Okay.  We’re assuming that they started courting on June 12, 2019.  Based on that, when might Nathan propose?  Let’s take a look at the data...

Keller Data.  Unfortunately, I didn’t find any detail online about Esther + John’s courtship or engagement.  So, we are left only with Anna (Keller) Duggar’s and Priscilla (Keller) Waller’s courtships, to work with.  Anna + Josh began courting in January 2008 and got engaged on June 23, 2008—so, their courtship lasted ~159 Days.  As for Priscilla, she and David started courting on September 20, 2011, and he proposed on November 16, 2011, after only 57 Days.  Taking the average, it’s 108 Days (w/ a SD of 72 Days).  If Nurie + Nathan’s courtship is a typical length for the Kellers (Mean ± 1 SD), he will propose between July 17—December 9, 2019, with September 28, 2019 being exactly average.

Duggar Data.  Jill loves the Duggars, so maybe she’ll push for Nurie + Nathan’s relationship to progress at a Duggar–like pace.  What is that, for courtship?  At this point, an exactly Duggar–typical courtship lasts 124 Days.  However, they also vary by a SD of 95 Days.  So, if Nurie + Nathan are Duggar–typical, they’d get engaged between July 11, 2019—January 17, 2020, and October 14, 2019 would be exactly average.

Collective Data.  Looking at all of the courtships from the Keller, Duggar, Bates, and Maxwell Families...  They last 166 Days (w/ a SD of 134 Days) on average.  Currently, the Shortest Courtship record is held by Chris + Anna Marie Maxwell (~27 Days), while the Longest Courtship record is held by Michaela + Brandon Keilen (469 Days).  Based on this data, it’s expected that Nurie + Nathan would get engaged between July 14, 2019—April 6, 2020, with November 24, 2019—shortly before Thanksgiving—being 100% typical.  They will set a new record if Nathan proposes before July 9, 2019, or after September 23, 2020.

When Will They Get Married?

How about the engagement?  How long will that last?  Let’s start by assuming they get engaged on the exactly–average for each data set, above...

Keller Data.  Again, no data from Esther.  We’ll have to make do with just Anna and Priscilla.  Josh + Anna got engaged on June 23, 2008, and got married on September 26, 2008—and thus, were engaged for 95 Days.  Meanwhile, sister Priscilla’s engagement lasted only 80 Days; they married on February 4, 2012, after a November 16, 2011 proposal.  Taking the average, it is 88 Days, with a SD of 11 Days.  If Nurie + Nathan are Keller–typical, they’ll have a September 28, 2019 proposal, and marry 77–99 Days (Mean ± 1 SD) Later—i.e., between December 14, 2019—January 5, 2020.  Exactly average would be December 25, 2019.  Usually, I’d round to the closest Friday or Saturday...  But, having a wedding on Christmas Day actually sounds like something Jill might do.

Duggar Data.  As of July 2019, the typical Duggar Engagement lasts 99 Days (with a SD of 16 Days).  If Nurie + Nathan are Duggar–typical, he will propose on October 14, 2019.  If they continue to take after the Duggars, they’d marry 83–115 Days Later (Mean ± 1 SD), between January 5–February 6, 2020.  An exactly Duggar–typical wedding fall on January 21, 2020.  Moving that to the closest Friday or Saturday...   Saturday, January 18, 2020.

Collective Data.  Looking at all of the Duggar, Bates, Maxwell, and Kellers that have married, so far, the absolute average engagement lasts 113 Days (with a SD of 39 Days).  If Nurie + Nathan take after the collective, they’ll be engaged on November 24, 2019, and be married 74–152 Days (Mean ± 1 SD) Later—or, between February 6—April 24, 2020.  Exactly typical would be Monday, March 16, 2020.  Rounding to the nearest weekend...  Saturday, March 14, 2020.

When Will Rodrigues–Keller #1 Arrive?    

Okay, what about babies?  When can we expect their Firstborn?  Again, we’ll start by assuming a totally average length courtship and engagement, by the standards above...

Keller Data.  For this category, we have data for all 3 QF Kellers—Josh + Anna, Priscilla + David, and Esther + John.  (Yippee!)  The three sisters had their first child 337, 406, and 440 Days into their marriage, respectively.  Averaging that, it’s 408 Day, with a SD of 32 Days.  If Nurie turns out to be like her sisters–in–law, and marries on Christmas Day, her Firstborn will arrive between January 4—March 9, 2021.  Exactly typical would be February 5, 2021.

Duggar Data.  The Duggars tend to procreate a bit faster.  (Jill will definitely be pleased if Nurie can keep up!)  As of July 2019, the typical Duggar Couple will become first–time parents a mere 367 Days after marrying—but, it varies by a SD of 133 Days.  If Nurie + Nathan marry on January 18, 2020 and prove to be Duggar typical, they will welcome their Firstborn between September 17, 2020—June 1, 2021.  Exactly typical would be January 19, 2021.  (Not January 20, because 2020 is a Leap Year!)

Collective Data.  Looking at all the Married Second–Generation Parents among the Duggar, Bates, Maxwell, and Keller Families, it is typical to welcome a first child 397 Days into marriage, with a SD of 112 Days.  If Nurie + Nathan follow this collective’s data, they’ll marry on March 14, 2020, and welcome their first child 285–509 Days Later, between December 24, 2020—August 5, 2021.  An exactly typical first birth would occur on April 15, 2021.

TL;DR—

Here’s when Nurie + Nathan will reach each milestone, according to the Keller Data—

Proposal   September 28, 2019

Wedding   December 25, 2019

Firstborn   February 5, 2021

... and, according to the Duggar Data—

Proposal   October 14, 2019

Wedding   January 18, 2020

Firstborn   January 19, 2021

... and, according to the Collective (Duggar, Bates, Maxwell, and Keller) Data—

Proposal   November 24, 2019

Wedding   March 14, 2020

Firstborn   April 15, 2021

 Truly, fascinating stuff!  Can’t wait to see how it plays out.     

[the101stbattalion]

Battle of Baydor: Chapter 4

Masterlist: 1│2│3│4│5

Marching in the dense jungle with their men, Anakin's posture was hunched as he hardly utters a word from his mouth. His Togruta apprentice's eyes glanced sideways towards him, frowning. This isn't like Skyguy at all, she noticed. He must be having a lot of doubts about the plan.

He couldn't help it. Worrying for Eva and Lira's safety. As the adult in charge of watching them, he couldn't control his feelings. If anything goes wrong, it's all on him. Obi-Wan and Vanya would lecture him for putting the kids at risk, or worse. He crossed two of his fingers, hoping things will go as plan.

"Everything alright, Skyguy?" Ahsoka questioned her master, both hands by her side. The hazelnut-haired Jedi glanced at Ahsoka, giving her a slight smile. "I'm fine, Snips."

"Is it the plan?" she guessed, letting Anakin sighed and nodded. "Unfortunately so."

"I know those girls will pull this off, master, " she reassured him. "They've been cheating death more than once and have each other's back."

"I know they do, Ahsoka. It's just that if anything bad happened to them, you know how Obi-Wan and Vanya will react."

"Oh, yeah. I can imagine that right now in my head."

"You do realise we're both standing right beside you, right?" Lisa glared at Anakin and Ahsoka, her arms crossed. Ahsoka snicked as she rubbed the back of her white and blue montrals, baring her teeth slightly. "Sorry about that, gingerbread."

Eva let out a soft chuckle and covered her mouth, signing with her fingers. "Oh, they'll be in for a surprise."

"Can't wait to see the look on their poor faces, " Lira gestured back, giggling. Anakin raised one of his eyebrows at the twins, puzzled. What are those rascals up to now?

As they arrived at Point 4, they found themselves standing in the opposite direction of the huge Separatist Army. With an entire legion of B1 battle droids and Super Battle Droids, followed by a huge spider droid and tanks. "That's a whole load of them, " Rex exclaimed.

Commander Tori looked through his binoculars to searched for the tactical droid, in no avail. "I don't see the tactical droid."

Eva smiled as she stood up, taking a deep breath. Looking at her reflection in her compact mirror, she adjusted her blue ribbon on her hair and cleared her throat, lifting her head and straightened her posture. "Looks like it's showtime."

"I'll accompany you, Evie, " Lira spoke, holding her hand. "Just in case you get super nervous."

"I hope you girls know what you're doing, " Anakin's voice screeched. "It's too late to back out now."

"Just give'er, eh?" Tori placed her hand on Eva's shoulder. "We will, Tori. Just make sure to stand-by just in case things go wrong."

The pink-armoured commander gave a nod as she watched the sisters walking into a wide-opened field, hand-to-hand. Eva felt her heart pounding a little faster than usual as she squeezed Lira's hands tighter. I hope Obi-Wan's teachings paid off, she thought, glaring at the enormous armies. I can't disappoint him, or the Council.

Reaching to the other side of the field, Eva waves at one of the battle droids on the tank, giving them a warm smile. "Good morning, " she chirped. "How are you?"

The B1 battle droid scratched its metal head, glancing at each other. "Uh, we're fine, I guess, " it answered. "What are you doing out here?"

"Oh, that's good to hear, " she replied at their answer, raising both her hands in mid-air. "We're here to surrender."

The B1 tilted its head downwards, rubbing its thin neck. "And why would you want to do that?"

"Because we can't win against your army, " her eyebrows drooped downwards, shedding a few tears from her eyes. "Your droid army is much more superior compared to the clones so we've both decided to give ourselves in."

"So, what did you want us to do?" it asked, lifting its shoulders up. "Could you take us to your commander?"

The droids pondered for a few seconds before they gave a nod to the twins, lifting up the barb wires for the both of them. The girls smiled at each other as they followed them inside the enemy line, and were led to the olive-painted tactical droid.

"What is it now, Sarge?" the tactical droid glanced at the droid, speaking in a monotone voice. "The Jedi wished to surrender, sir."

The tactical droid froze as it stared at Eva and Lira, before shifting his focus towards his underlings. "This is highly irregular, " he told them. "I calculated that the Republic should be here by now and attack with the clone forces."

"I assure you that we want to give ourselves up to the Separatist, " Eva convinced, breaking into tears. "We were outnumbered by your great glorious voices and we can't stand to lose more lives to you."

"Are you being truthful right now?"

"My sister and I are terrible liars, " Lira told him, frowning. "We can't even tell a white lie, really. You can ask my friends if you don't believe me."

The tactical droid placed its fingers on his chin and looked up for a few moments, before giving a nod and invited the girls to sit down, facing him.

Eva gave a wide smile and placed both her elbows on the table, clasping her hands together. "What is it you want to discuss in these terms of surrender?"

"As your prisoner, we would like a fair treatment under the Separatist, along with the clones as well, " she told him. 

"What else can you offer us?"

"We would also like to offer you all the intel we know about the Republic, " she gleamed, giving a quick glance at Anakin and Ahsoka's forces. "I know Count Dooku would want it so badly to win this war."

"It's a very tempting offer, " he pondered, uncertain whether he would want to give in so easily. The younger twin crossed her legs and smirked to herself. This is going pretty well just as planned, she thought, feeling her clammy palms. Maybe I should be more generous.

"As an agent of the Republic, I am extremely skilled in espionage missions," she continued to boast, hoping to win its trust. "While my sister can not only repair and fix droids, she can even build one out of scraps, like the hummingbird droid."

Lira opened her backpack and took out the hummingbird droid that she used moments ago. "That is impressive," he praised, as he held the tiny thing and studied its feature. "Could you demonstrate for me its function?"

She gave a nod of acknowledgement and let it hover around the droids with her controller. "This beauty can not only fly, but it can be useful as a spy droid, monitoring every transmission made by our enemy and collect data from them."

"That is really impressive, actually," the B1 droids chirped. "Roger, roger," they said in unison. The commander's gaze was fixed on the Jedi Knights for a while, unable to speak through its voice modulator. 

"So," Lira broke the awkward silence between them. "Now could we surrender?"

"Yes," he agreed to her words. "But you must give up all your weapons to us first."

Eva and Lira gave a quick look at each other before taking off their lightsaber from their belt, slipping it on their table, along with their comlink. "You have our words, commander," Eva smiled, as she and her sister dropped on their knees and placed their hands behind them. 

As the droids chained their hands together, Anakin slowly lifted the barb wires with the Force and allowed Ahsoka, Rex, Tori and the others to go through as quiet as a mouse. Tori raised her left hand as her men loaded their blasters and aimed at the droids, waiting for Lira's signal.  

The tactical droid ordered the twins to stand up after being cuffed from behind, poking them in the back. Lira closed her eyes and connected herself through the Force, igniting her lightsaber. It lifted by itself from the table and flew through the commander's head, giving it a clean cut on the neck.  

"Now!" Rex yelled, as his men fires at the droid army. Eva uncuffed herself with the Force and grabbed her lightsaber, deflecting their blaster fire. Sonic and Boom dashed towards the tank and shot down the pilots, taking control of it.  

Fives and Echo took over the other tanks and fired at the droid army, crushing them into pieces. Cowboy lassoed one of the droids by its neck and yanked it with great force, tossing towards the others.

"Yara, get in position," Bungee told her, as he took a few steps backwards. She gave a nod and kneel on one leg, spreading her palms together. "You ready?"

Bungee bobbed his head and ran, stepping on Yara's both palms. She threw him up in the air, watching him take down the Super Battle Droids with his blasters. "Yippee ki yay, you motherf******," he cried, landing on the ground. 

"Language," Tori scolded him, gesturing to Eva, Lira and Ahsoka. "We have kids here, Bungee."

Jesse and Hardcase cheered for him as they tackled a couple of droids with Steel taking them down with her fists. Anakin and Ahsoka stared at each other and nodded, as they sped towards the spider droid and sliced off its head with their lightsaber. Before it could blast towards the Republic army, Ahsoka jumped on it and stabbed its eye, deactivating them. "That was a close one," she sighed in relief, wiping her forehead.

The two tanks ran over the entire army while blasting them, clearing the way for Rex and Tori. "Eat that, you kriffing clankers," Fives laughed, as Echo looked at the periscope and take down as many droids as he can. "Oh, Hardcase is missing all the fun."

"Yeah, I agree," Echo answered. "I wonder what are the others up to?"

Tori jumped on the B1 and kicked its weapon out of his reach, shooting it. She turned around and noticed the Super Battle Droid pointed its blaster at her head, only to be shot down by Rex. "You alright there?" he gave his hands. Tori nodded and took his hands as she got up. "Thanks, Rexy."

"You're welcome, Princess. Now come on, we have to finish this mission."

She gave a nod as she and Rex leaned on each other's back and fired at the droids coming from left to right, leaving them into bits. As Minnie blasted the last ones, she exhaled and took off her helmet, scanning her surroundings for more enemies. Eva and Lira cheered and high-fived each other as Anakin's nose crinkled, his lips curved upwards. 

"I have to say, girls, that was awesome!"

"Any doubts it would fail?" Eva winked. Ahsoka tilted her head sideways, lifting her shoulders. "Kind of."

"Hey!" Lira gave a light punch on her shoulder. "So, what do we do now?" Rex asked. 

"Now, we rest," she told the captain. "Tomorrow, we'll be storming Point 3, with the tanks and the droids we've obtained."

"Sir, yes, sir," Tori saluted, as she followed the twins into the jungle.