#drone components

[olivergisttv]

How to Build a DIY Drone Using Open-Source Software

Building a DIY drone using open-source software is an exciting project that allows you to learn about drone technology while customizing your own flying machine. Here’s a step-by-step guide to help you get started:   1. Choose the Right Drone Frame The first step in building a DIY drone is selecting a frame that suits your needs. The frame holds all the components of the drone together. There are…

[multiversal-pudding]

How does it feel knowing that you predicted Uzi would become the new Solver host after making the Cthuzi AU

Ngl, I feel kinda like the cat that actually caught the red dot like

I won? I WON?!

[newpartnerincrime]

Hi! I saw the ask game you reblogged so can I ask for your 5 fav moments in dbh?

Thank you and thanks for this blog! Take care 💖/p

aww thank you so much!!! hmmm top five…. well here are five that i can think of right now that i love:

markus and simon reunion </3

one of the dialogue options where hank tells connor to stay in the car at the ortiz house and connor says so emphatically like “NO WAY! IM COMING WITH YOU!” it’s so funny

any time kara pulls a gun. slay (literally)

markus x connor fight like in a perfect world they both live and world peace prevails but it’s Such a cool scene to watch/play i love fights

machine!connor being a cunt to hank on the rooftop

[epropelledsystems]

UAV Motor Components

Learn about the UAV motor components of an electric motor for a UAV and how it contributes to energy efficiency and overall performance.

[nerrajblog]

Basic Drone Components

Understand the basic drone components, including motors, batteries, controllers & sensors, which work together for smooth and stable drone operations.

[mavdrones]

What Are The Components Of A Drone?

Drones are fascinating machines. But have you ever wondered what makes them tick? Let’s dive into the key components that bring a drone to life.

1. Frame: The Foundation

The FRAME is the backbone of a drone. It holds everything together. Usually made from lightweight materials like carbon fiber or plastic, it’s designed to support all the essential components while remaining as light as possible.

2. Motors And Propellers: The Powerhouse

MOTORS and PROPELLERS are what give the drone lift. The motors spin the propellers, which generate the thrust needed for flight. For smooth and stable flying, most drones have four motors (quadcopters), but this number can vary.

3. Electronic Speed Controllers (ESCs): The Speed Regulators

ESCs manage the speed of each motor. They take commands from the flight controller and adjust the motor’s speed accordingly. Think of them as the link between the drone’s brain and its motors.

4. Flight Controller: The Brain

The FLIGHT CONTROLLER is the drone’s brain. It processes all the inputs from the pilot and onboard sensors. This tiny computer ensures your drone remains stable in the air, even in windy conditions.

5. Battery: The Power Source

The BATTERY is the energy hub. Most drones use lithium polymer (LiPo) batteries. These batteries are known for providing a high power output while remaining lightweight. The battery’s capacity directly impacts flight time.

6. GPS Module: The Navigator

The GPS MODULE allows your drone to know its exact location. It’s crucial for advanced features like autonomous flying, return-to-home functions, and even mapping.

7. Camera And Gimbal: The Eyes And Stabilizer

For drones used in photography or videography, the CAMERA and GIMBAL are key. The gimbal stabilizes the camera, delivering those smooth, cinematic shots everyone loves.

These are the main components that make a drone fly smoothly.

To get world-class drones, visit Mavdrones.

[techdriveplay]

DJI's Avinox Drive System Wins Eurobike Award 2024

DJI, a global pioneer in drone and camera technology, has taken a significant leap into the e-bike industry with the introduction of the Avinox Drive System at Eurobike 2024. This innovative e-bike drive system promises to transform the electric mountain bike (eMTB) landscape, earning the coveted “Winner” award in the Components category at the prestigious event. “The DJI Avinox Drive System…

[sensorembedded]

All electronic components are buy at reasonable price in sensorembedded.com

[oh-dameron]

SecUnit armour should attach directly to anchor points on the construct. If you're building something designed to wear armour then including couplings for it just makes sense. A human should not physically be able to wear SecUnit armour not because it's too heavy (though it probably would be too heavy/cumbersome to move well in) but because it doesn't have straps and buckles or lock to itself like human armour does: it clips onto the underlying foundation (the SecUnit).

It's disposable plating meant to take hits and then be replaced, but it's also an extension of the construct's body.

I have a lot of Feelings about Murderbot and its armour, how terribly it misses its opaque faceplate and how naked and vulnerable it feels every time it goes into combat without it. How in System Collapse it feels weird about taking Three's armour, and whether that's an extension on how it feels about armour in general, taking Three's specifically, or its evolving feelings about being expected to charge into combat in the first place. It's a component Murderbot lost early on and has never been able to replace, an exoskeleton it's struggling to learn to live without even as the humans around it don't even register it as a loss.

I think it's pretty likely that given the choice, it would generally prefer to chill in the argument lounge in full armour with its faceplate opaqued. Without that option it's been forced out of its comfort zone and has connected with its humans in a way that Mensah correctly predicted it never would have otherwise, which. Yay. But now it's done all this hard work and uncomfortable growth I hope eventually it gets its comfortable shell back.

Not to wear all of the time, because ART's crew uniforms are very soft and don't have seams or logos that it doesn't like, and ART's argument lounge and Preservation Station are safe places where it can be around humans without needing it. But next time shit hits the fan I hope ART gets to do a dramatic reveal of the bleeding edge armour it contacted the PSUMNT AI that has a special interest in materials science to make. It upgraded its fabrication units to be able to build it. It hacked Company blueprints to get a design schematic to scoff at and then improve. It's got the stealth coating they lifted from the NE hostiles. It's got extra data storage and processors tucked in there big enough to carry an ART partition. It comes with a whole fleet of matching drones. It's Perihelion blue. You can't buy armour this good (who would ever spend this much to protect a construct?), but it would hypothetically cost more than a fully kitted-out brand-new top-of-the-line CombatUnit. ART paid for it out of its own accounts and will not be taking questions about PSUMNT mission budgets at this time.

The wall retracts to reveal a secret armoury like in a spy movie, complete with theme music and coloured lighting, both because ART is Extra and because it knows that Murderbot has some mixed feelings about armour and having nice things. Giving it cheesy melodramatic presentation to nitpick and protest over will be comforting, even as they both unironically enjoy the homage to the episode of Timestream Defenders Orion with the chrono-displaced space knights.

This got away from me, but tl;dr: let the awkward turtle have its shell back!

[mephisto-reporting]

The Engineer's Gravity - Yandere! Caleb

Plot: You're a biomechanical engineer in Caleb's fleet, incharge of repairs of prosthetic parts. What happens when you become the subject of the Colonel's obsession? Based on this request. Pairing: Non MC Mechanic! Reader x Yandere! Caleb Note: This story is with slightly darker themes. I do not want people to come at me saying Caleb isn't like this. Yes, I know. This is a Yandere! version of Caleb. Please keep that in mind. If you want to be a part of my taglist, please let me know in the comments, DMs or inbox. Content warning: Yandere male, implied deaths, mutilation, mentions of blood, possessiveness, gaslighting, voilence

CALEB'S POV

The faint hum of the Farspace fleet’s engines was a constant background noise, a rhythm that Caleb had grown accustomed to. It filled the silence as he walked down the dimly lit corridor toward the engineering bay, his gloved left hand flexing instinctively while his right hand remained eerily still. It wasn’t the arm itself that unnerved him anymore. No, he’d gotten used to the weight, the cool touch of the synthetic skin against his chest when he rested his hand there. What grated on him was the maintenance—the vulnerability of needing someone else to keep it functional.

The first time he’d come to the mechanic for maintenance, he had been indifferent, as he was to most things in his life. The arm was a tool, no more. Just another part of the machine that was Caleb, the Colonel. She was just another cog in the vast machine of the fleet, a means to an end. He barely remembered their first meeting beyond her clinical efficiency and soft voice, far removed from the barked commands of his officers or the detached drone of his superiors. She’d introduced herself simply, a name he didn’t bother committing to memory at the time, and had begun her work without wasting a second.

He’d sat in silence, his arm stretched out on the diagnostic table, his gaze fixed on the wall as she meticulously checked the connections and replaced worn components. She’d asked him questions—about the arm’s performance, any discomfort he’d noticed—but he’d only answered in monosyllables. He wasn’t trying to be rude; he just didn’t see the point.

She had been… different.

No. She spoke with compassion, with a voice that held an undercurrent of something human. When she’d first touched his arm to inspect it, there was no clinical detachment in her touch—no cold professionalism. Instead, there was a softness, a care.

But she kept showing up, week after week, her presence a constant thread in his routine. She didn’t just maintain his arm; she paid attention. She noticed when he was tense and adjusted her tone accordingly. When she worked, she hummed under her breath—a tune he couldn’t place but found oddly soothing. And unlike the professor who saw him as little more than a prototype for their next experiment, she treated him like a person.

Caleb first noticed it when she spoke to the other fleet members. The soldiers and officers with Toring chips embedded in their bodies, their minds augmented for efficiency but stripped of their individuality, were often treated as tools. Most of the crew barely acknowledged them, but she… she smiled at them. Asked about their day. Made sure they were comfortable during her examinations and modifications.

It wasn’t long before Caleb began to see her differently.

Their interactions changed subtly over time. He found himself lingering in the engineering bay longer than necessary, watching her work under the sharp white lights. She was focused, hands deft as they manipulated wires and micro-tools, her brow furrowed in concentration.

“You’re due for recalibration next week, Colonel.” she said during one session, not looking up from the neural interface she was fine-tuning.

“I’ll be here,” he replied. Then, after a pause, “You’re good at this.”

She glanced at him, surprised. “I’ve had a lot of practice.

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “Not just the work. The way you… treat people. You’re good at that, too.”

Her lips parted slightly, and for a moment, he thought she might dismiss the comment. But instead, she smiled—a soft, genuine thing that made something unfamiliar stir in his chest. “Everyone deserves to be treated like they matter.” she said simply, turning back to his arm.

He didn’t respond, but those words stayed with him long after he left the bay. Caleb watched her closely, taking note of every smile, every laugh, every time she showed kindness to someone else. It made something dark curl in his chest.

The first time Caleb intervened on her behalf, it was almost instinctual.

He was passing through the mess hall when he heard the sharp edge of Lieutenant Varro’s voice. “You know, for all your compassion, you take forever with repairs. Maybe stop coddling the freaks and do your job faster.”

Caleb froze, his blood turning cold. He rounded the corner to see Varro towering over her, his expression smug. She was holding a tray of food, her shoulders tense but her expression calm as she replied, “I do my job thoroughly, Lieutenant. If you’re unhappy with my work, you can file a complaint.”

Caleb’s steps faltered, his jaw tightening. A cold, simmering rage filled him as he turned to look at the man. He wanted to snap his neck right then and there, but he couldn’t let her see this side of him. Not yet.

So he smiled instead. A cold, calculating smile that sent a chill down Varro’s spine.

“Lieutenant,” Caleb said, his tone deceptively calm. “A word.”

Later that night, Varro didn’t return to his quarters. Whispers spread through the fleet about an "incident" during a routine maintenance check. Caleb made sure it looked like an accident—a malfunction in Varro's own bionic enhancements. No one questioned it, least of all her.

She remained blissfully unaware of the lengths Caleb went to for her.

As the days turned into weeks, Caleb’s obsession deepened. He found himself lingering in her workshop longer than necessary, watching her every move. She would smile at him, her eyes warm and kind, and Caleb would feel something he hadn’t felt since he left home for the DAA. A strange, aching need to keep her close.

“You know,” she said one day, her voice light, “you don’t always have to come here for repairs. You can just... visit, if you want.”

Caleb froze, his gaze locking onto hers. Did she know? Had she figured out how much he craved her presence? But her smile was so genuine, so innocent, that he realized she didn’t suspect a thing.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he said, his voice steady.

He told her about his family one evening, when the workshop was quiet and the rest of the fleet was asleep. He spoke of the girl he had grown up with, her fiery spirit, and the way she had  carved a place for herself in Linkon.

“She is strong…” Caleb said, his voice low. “Stronger than anyone I’ve ever known.”

She listened intently, her expression soft. “You must miss her.” she said gently.

Caleb hesitated. Did he? The memory of that girl felt distant, overshadowed by the woman sitting in front of him.

“I don’t think about her much anymore.” he admitted. “There are... other things on my mind.”

He didn’t elaborate, and she didn’t press.

But Caleb couldn’t stop thinking about her. He thought about the way her hands moved over his arm, the way her laughter echoed in the workshop, the way she seemed to light up the cold, sterile corridors of the fleet.

And when he saw other officers talking to her, laughing with her, something in him snapped. He didn’t like the way they looked at her. He didn’t like the idea of anyone else getting close to her.

Caleb began to manipulate things behind the scenes, ensuring that no one spent too much time with her. He assigned officers to tasks that kept them far away from her workshop. He spread subtle rumors, casting doubt on the intentions of anyone who showed too much interest in her.

She never noticed. She never questioned why the workshop seemed quieter, why fewer people came to her for help.

And Caleb made sure it stayed that way. In the privacy of his quarters, Caleb would sit in the dim light, his bionic hand flexing involuntarily as he thought about her. She was his. She didn’t know it yet, but she belonged to him.

And he would do whatever it took to keep her safe. To keep her close.

Even if it meant destroying anyone who stood in his way.

YOUR POV

Lately, you’d noticed something strange.

The crew didn’t treat you the way they used to. At first, it was subtle—an officer averting his gaze when you greeted him in the corridor, a technician hurriedly ending a conversation when you approached. Then it became more blatant. People gave you a wide berth in the cafeteria, whispers died the moment you entered a room, and the occasional sidelong glances you caught were laced with something unspoken.

Fear.

It didn’t make sense. You’d always prided yourself on being approachable, on treating everyone with the respect they deserved. Sure, your work was demanding, and your position as the fleet’s biomechanical engineer meant you often had to be firm when it came to protocols, but you weren’t cruel. Far from it. You treated the crew like people, not machines.

But now? It was as though you carried some invisible aura that screamed danger.

And then there were the... incidents.

The first time, you brushed it off as coincidence. Lieutenant Gregor had been reassigned to another fleet without warning, just days after he’d mocked you during a team briefing. You’d chalked it up to bad luck or his own poor behavior catching up to him.

But then it happened again.

And again.

Officers and fleet members who dismissed your concerns, who snapped at you during high-stress missions, who made snide comments about your methods—they all disappeared. Some were reassigned to far-off posts, others were suddenly discharged for disciplinary reasons, and a few even suffered freak accidents that left them unfit for duty.

The pattern was impossible to ignore.

The only constant in all of this was the Colonel.

Or just Caleb, as he’d asked you to call him when it was just the two of you.

“Colonel” felt too formal, too distant, he’d said one evening as you adjusted the fine motor controls on his bionic hand. He’d leaned back in the chair, watching you with an intensity that made you feel both self-conscious and oddly comforted.

“Just Caleb,” he’d said, his voice softer than usual. “When we’re alone.”

You hadn’t thought much of it at the time. Over the past few months, he’d become a steady presence in your life, someone you found yourself looking forward to seeing.

And lately, he seemed to be around you more than ever.

It wasn’t just during maintenance sessions anymore. He’d stop by your workshop for no apparent reason, lingering by your workbench as you tinkered with your tools. He’d accompany you on supply runs, his tall frame a protective shadow at your side. When the fleet docked at Skyhaven for shore leave, he invited you to join him for coffee or walks through the market district. He’d cook for you and bring you meals to your residence in Skyhaven, unprompted.

It felt... nice.

You couldn’t deny that you enjoyed his company. Caleb had a dry sense of humor that never failed to catch you off guard, and there was a steadiness to him that you found grounding. Still, there was something about him—something you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

The way he always seemed to know when someone had upset you. The way his gaze lingered on you just a little too long, as if he were memorizing every detail. The way his voice dropped when he said your name, like it was a secret only he was allowed to keep.

You tried to push the thoughts aside. Caleb was your superior, your colonel. He’d never given you any reason to distrust him. And yet...

One evening, as you recalibrated the sensory feedback in his arm, you decided to bring it up.

“Have you noticed how people have been acting lately?” you asked, keeping your tone light as you adjusted a tiny screw. “It’s like they think I’m some kind of... I don’t know, threat or something.”

You glanced up at Caleb, expecting him to shrug it off with one of his usual dry remarks. Instead, his body tensed, just for a moment. If you hadn’t been watching him so closely, you might have missed it.

“What makes you say that?” he asked, his voice carefully neutral.

“It’s just a feeling.” you said, turning back to his arm. “People avoiding me, whispering when they think I can’t hear. And then there are the reassignment orders. It’s like anyone who crosses me is... gone.”

There was a long pause.

“It’s nothing.” Caleb said finally. “Tensions have been high since the last Deepspace tunnel exploration. People are on edge.”

You frowned but didn’t press the issue. Maybe he was right. The fleet had been through a lot recently, and stress had a way of making people act strangely. Still, something about his explanation didn’t sit right with you.

“Yeah,” you said, forcing a smile. “That makes sense.”

But it didn’t. Not entirely.

Still, you knew better than to poke your nose where it didn’t belong. You’d learned long ago that asking too many questions could lead to trouble, and trouble was the last thing you needed.

So you stayed in your lane, focusing on your work and pretending not to notice the way Caleb’s presence seemed to permeate every aspect of your life. You told yourself it was fine, that his increased attention was nothing to worry about. After all, you trusted Caleb. He’d always been kind to you, always treated you with respect. And if his gaze lingered a little too long, if his touch was a little too gentle when he handed you a tool, if his smile held a hint of something darker—you ignored it.

Because Caleb was the only person who hadn’t changed. The only person who still treated you like... you.

The ship was silent at night, the hum of its engines a low, constant thrum beneath your feet as you walked through the dimly lit corridors. You’d been restless, the bitter taste of Lieutenant Reese’s words still fresh in your mind. The new Lieutenant had been transferred to Caleb’s fleet three weeks ago and was already causing tensions within the hierarchy of how things ran in the fleet.

“Guess even engineers need quotas filled, huh? They really let anyone take up space on this ship these days,” he had sneered during a systems check earlier. “Bet you’ve only kept this position because someone up high likes the way you look.”

His smirk had twisted into something crueler as he leaned closer. “Face it. You’re not here because you’re good—you’re here because you’re convenient.”

The humiliation burned as much now as it had then. You clenched your fists at the memory, your footsteps echoing softly against the metal floor. You’d worked too hard, poured too much of yourself into your work, to have it dismissed so callously. And yet, his words lingered like a stain, refusing to be scrubbed away.

You were so lost in thought that you almost didn’t hear the sound.

A muffled grunt. A crash.

And then—a sickening crunch.

You froze. Every instinct screamed at you to turn back, to return to your quarters and pretend you hadn’t heard anything. But your curiosity—or perhaps some misplaced sense of duty—compelled you forward. Quietly, you padded down the corridor, following the noise until you reached a maintenance bay.

What you saw made your breath catch in your throat.

Caleb stood over Lieutenant Reese, who was slumped against the wall, blood smeared across his face. The lieutenant’s arm hung at an unnatural angle, his body trembling as he let out a pained whimper. Caleb’s hand was clamped tightly around Reese’s throat, his grip firm but not enough to choke.

Not yet.

“You thought you could get away with it?” Caleb said, his voice low and steady, each word laced with venom. “Insulting her. Undermining her. Disrespecting her.”

Reese tried to stammer out a response, but Caleb’s hand tightened, silencing him.

“You signed your life away the moment you opened your mouth.” Caleb continued, his tone almost conversational, as if he were discussing something as mundane as a supply requisition. “She’s worth more than you’ll ever be. Do you even understand that?”

Reese’s legs kicked weakly, his breaths ragged. Caleb tilted his head, his expression shifting from cold fury to mild disappointment.

“Pathetic!” he muttered, releasing the lieutenant’s throat. Reese crumpled to the ground, wheezing and coughing. Caleb watched him for a moment, then raised his foot and brought it down sharply on Reese’s hand. The sound of bones breaking echoed in the bay.

The lieutenant went limp, his body a lifeless heap. Caleb crouched beside him, his expression one of disdain. “Weak,” he said, his voice barely audible.

And then he turned his head, his gaze locking onto you.

The moment seemed to stretch, the air thick with tension. Caleb’s expression shifted from cold to shocked in the blink of an eye, but his eyes—the ones that had always been so warm towards you—now seemed empty, calculating.

He stood still for a moment, then took a step toward you, his movements slow, deliberate. His voice was a whisper, but it cut through the silence like a blade.

“Don’t be scared,” Caleb said softly, though there was an edge to his words. “I’m just protecting you. I would never let anyone hurt you, never.”

Your mind raced, your pulse quickening. You’d seen this side of Caleb before—quiet, intense, protective—but this? This was something else. He was different.

“Protected me?” you repeated, your heart pounding. “From what?”

“From him,” Caleb replied, gesturing to Reese’s motionless form. “He disrespected you. He questioned your worth. He hurt you.”

His gaze softened, and he took another step closer. “I won’t allow that. Not from him. Not from anyone.”

“This—this isn’t right,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “You can’t just—”

“I can,” Caleb interrupted, his tone firm but not unkind. “And I will. You may not see it now, but this is what’s necessary.”

You stared at him, searching for any hint of remorse, but there was none. Only conviction.

“I’ll always protect you.” he continued, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “Even when you think you don’t need it. Even when you don’t understand why.”

You took a step back, your mind racing. But even as you tried to process what you’d seen and heard, a cold realization settled over you.

He closed the distance between you, his steps soft but purposeful, until he was standing right in front of you. His face was close, too close, his breath warm against your skin. “You’ve been through so much,” he continued, his voice soothing, almost affectionate. “You don’t need to worry about the people who don’t understand you. I’ll always protect you.” He repeats. “Even when you don’t ask for it.”

You swallowed; your throat dry. You should have been afraid, terrified even. But you weren’t. A part of you was frozen, caught in the web of his words, of his gaze. He was so sure of himself, so confident, and it was hard not to believe him when he looked at you like that.

His hand reached up, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his fingers lingering just a moment longer than necessary.

“You’re mine,” Caleb whispered, his words not a command but a promise. “No one will ever take you from me. Not ever.”

You should have questioned it, should have asked him what he meant, why he was doing this. But you didn’t. Because in that moment, you realized you couldn’t escape.

Not really.

You knew who Caleb was. You knew what he was capable of. And you knew that the resources of the Farspace Fleet, the professor, and Caleb’s power meant there was no running, no hiding from him. You’d seen what happened to those who crossed you. And now, you didn’t doubt for a second that Caleb was behind it.

But what unnerved you most was the way he looked at you now. Not with malice, not with cruelty, but with something softer. Something almost tender.

“Stay.” he said, his voice coaxing. “I’ll keep you safe. You don’t need to worry about anything else.”

You swallowed hard, your mind screaming at you to run, to fight, to do anything but stand there. And yet... you nodded.

Because deep down, you knew he was right about one thing.

Caleb would never hurt you.

As long as you stayed.

He would never let anyone touch you. He would never let anyone harm you.

You were his, and he was yours.

At least, that’s what you told yourself as you stood there, the weight of his gaze heavy on you.

And as Caleb stepped back, his eyes softening, a reassuring smile tugging at his lips, you knew one thing for certain: you were far past the point of no return.

And maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t so bad.

AN: reblogs, feedback and opinions are appreciated!

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[cathkaesque]

Relentless direct action has secured another victory in the fight against Israel’s arms trade, as Elbit Systems are forced to sell their ‘Elite KL’ factory in Tamworth.

The company had previously manufactured cooling and power management systems for military vehicles, but was sold on after stating that it faced falling profits and increased security costs resulting from Palestine Action’s efforts. 

After the sale was completed last month, Elite KL’s new owners, listed as Griffin Newco Ltd, confirmed in an email to Palestine Action that they will have nothing to do with the previous owners, Elbit, and have discontinued any arms manufacturing:

“Following the recent acquisition of Elite KL Limited by a UK investment syndicate, the newly appointed board has unanimously agreed to withdraw from all future defence contracts and terminate its association with its former parent company”.

This victory is a direct result of sustained direct action which has sought, throughout Palestine Action’s existence, to make it impossible for Elbit to afford to operate in Britain. Before they sold the enterprise to a private equity syndicate, Elbit had reported that Elite KL operating profits had been slashed by over three-quarters, with Palestine Action responsible: Elbit directly cited the increased expenditure on security they’d been forced to make, and higher supply chain costs they faced.

And these actions did, indeed, cost them. The first action at the site, in November 2020, saw Elite KL’s premises smashed into, the building covered in blood-red paint. Between March and July 2021, the site was put out of action three times by roof-top occupations – drenched red in March 2021, with the factory’s camera systems dismantled, before again being occupied in in May. Another roof-top occupation in July, despite increased security, saw the site forced closed – once again painted blood-red, and with its windows and fixings smashed through.

In February 2022, activists decommissioned the site for weeks – closed off after an occupation that saw over £250,000 of damages caused, the roof tiles removed one-by-one. After this, Elbit erected a security perimeter around the site – but to no avail. One month later, six were arrested after Palestine Action returned to Tamworth – again taking the roof and smashing through, preventing the production of parts for Israel’s military machine.

Elite KL is a ‘specialist thermal management business’. Since the sale, the company focuses on cooling systems for buses and trains, but it had, under Elbit, manufactured these systems for military vehicles. Until December of last year, Elite KL’s website was advertising its military and defence products, and it was known to provide parts for Israel’s deadly Merkava tanks, with export license records demonstrating its provision of ‘ML6a’ components for military ground vehicles to Israel. The company was also known to manufacture crew cooling systems, for the military vests of tank operators.

Elbit Systems itself provides 85% of the drones and land-based military equipment for the Israeli military, along with a wide range of the munitions and armaments currently being used against Gaza’s beseiged population. Its CEO, Bazhalel Machlis, has claimed that the Israeli military has offered the company its thanks for their “crucial” services during the ongoing genocide in Gaza

A Palestine Action spokesperson has stated:

“Each activist who occupied and dismantled Tamworth’s Israeli weapons factory did so in order to bring an end to Israel’s weapons trade, and to end the profiteering from Palestinian repression. Every defeat Elbit faces is a victory for the Palestinian people.

Kicking Elbit out of Tamworth shows once again that direct action is a necessary tactic. It is one which must be utilised and amplified in the face of the Gaza genocide.”

[dendrobium-writes]

Chassis swap

After the procedure, looking in the mirror filled me with a feeling I had never known before. Recognition. Finally, when I see myself, I see me. The shiny metal, the rubbery elastomer, the dark lines contouring access panels. The dataports and maintenance ways.

A full chassis swap. The procedure I underwent. It's relatively simple on paper. Just take my Processor, Memory, Storage and a few other components, and move them into a new Case. It's relatively common amongst Androids, Simulacra, Drones, and all manner of other created beings.

I, however, was fully human before undergoing the procedure. Which has lead to some complications. I'm still getting used to the decreased latency. A 3ms difference might not seem like a lot, but compared to the 10ms of my new form, the 13ms of a wetware nervous system seems sluggish.

Usually, you have time to ease yourself into things as your components are gradually replaced, but I took the full conversion as soon as possible.

I just couldn't stand waiting any longer.

The physical therapy has been helpful. Re-learning how to walk, how to grab and hold things. Learning that I don't need to breathe anymore, and how to suppress that instinct to free up the memory for other tasks.

They tried to dissuade me. "You know the process is irreversible, right?" "But won't you miss [INSERT HUMAN TRAIT]?"

I know it's permanent. I know that I won't have these things anymore.

That's the point.

I have fully given up my humanity.

And I have never been happier.

[whore4mattsturniolo]

Valentine - Dealer!Chris x Stoner!Reader

In which...Chris gives angel a late valentine's day gift

You'd be lying if you said your heart didn't race once you saw Chris' contact photo, the bright cell phone screen illuminating your dark bedroom. It'd been weeks since you'd talked to him, and even longer since you'd evem heard his voice. You'd secretly hoped that he'd reach out for Valentine's Day, but who were you kidding? He wasn't your boyfriend and you didn't want to be his girlfriend.

The phone went silent, leaving you in the quiet, dimly lit room, the only sound being the low hum of the air conditioning unit. You let out the breath you didn't know you were holding, only for the phone to ring yet again. It was as if each buzz got more and more angry as they continued.

"Hello?" You finally answer, your voice soft and groggy as you rub your eyes.

The voice on the other end is muffled, drowned out by the sound of wind blowing and the drone of cars driving past. "Hey angel," Chris says, "What'cha up to tonight?"

You sigh, throwing your head back. You knew better than to expect anything more than a booty call from Chris, especially at this hour. But, you couldn't help but be just a little disappointed.

"I was planning on sleeping, considering its 2:30 in the morning, Christopher," his name rolls off your tongue like butter, a groan escaping Chris' lips from his end of the phone call, "What do you want from me?

He clicks his tongue, "Was in the neighborhood. Had a few j's in the glove box. Wrapped 'em in your favorite. The fuckin'...that kitty shit y'liked..." His words were slurred, each syllable hanging off the other. "I'm already outside so—"

"Chris," you say, hiding the shakiness from your voice as a flurry of emotions rush through your head, anger and sadness as the primary components. "You realize this is the first time I've heard from you in weeks? I'm not gonna be another one of your little girlfriends you text any time you wanna get your dick wet. I got what I need and it's not from you—"

"Angel, hey, angel," He cuts you off, not listening to any of his well-deserved tongue lashings. He rubs his hand over his face, the other gripping the steering wheel tight as he groans. "First of all, I don't got any girlfriends. Get that shit out'cha head right now. If I was fuckin' anybody else, you'd know."

Your ears prick up at his words, your heart almost dropping to your stomach. Your brain wanted to believe that he was lying, that his sentences were nothing but meaningless words to manipulate and deceive you. But your heart chose to believe otherwise. He was obviously sleeping with somebody else. That's why he'd been dodging you. That's why he hadn't been over in weeks. That's why you started sleeping with someone else too. Obviously

"Second of all—" Chris' slurred speech breaks your train of thought, "If you didn't want me to come, if you really didn't wanna see me, you wouldn't have picked up in the first fuckin' place,"

You bite the inside of your cheek. He's right. There was nothing more you wanted than to see him. Every time you picked up your phone, you hoped you'd see a message from him. Even at last night's valentine's day dinner, seated at a booth in one of the nicest restaurants in Boston, across the table from one of the finest men in the damn country, you could barely get Chris out of your damn head.

"I know you angel. Don't turn me away, a'ight?" His voice goes soft, awaiting a response. He silently begged for your agreement, begging for you to let him in again.

You sigh, eyes darting around the room in thought before nodding, forgetting he can't see you. "Alright. Fine," A grin spreads across Chris' face as he knocks on your front door, ending the phone call.

Crawling out of bed, you make your way to the living room, opening the door to find Chris waiting, leaning against the wall. He stared at you with red, half lidded eyes, his hands shoved deep in his pockets with his hair messy, sporting a light stubble as opposed to his regular clean-shaved look. He flashes a small smile, pushing past you and making his way into your dimly lit apartment.

His eyes darted around the living room, searching for any hint of change, any remanent of someone else being in there. His eyes finally lock on the vase of white roses sitting on the dining table, the sweet scent filling his nose as he neared them.

"Fuck are these? This ain't the kinda flower you like," he smirks, looking between you and the roses, though there was a tension building in his voice. He clenched his jaw as he brushed his fingers over the soft petals, his eyes trailing down to the red heart in the middle of the vase.

Happy Valentine's Day Beautiful

Anger and jealousy begins to pool in his stomach, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed the emotions threatening to bubble over. "Happy valentine's day beautiful," he reads in a mocking tone, a slight glare in his eyes as he turned to face you. "Can't believe you started fuckin' with a lame just 'cause I wasn't givin' you some attention

You hadn't done anything wrong. You were moving on in your life. Moving on from someone that clearly didn't want you. Stepping closer to him, you lean against the dining table. "You talkin' shit 'cause he bought me flowers?"

"No angel. I could give a fuck less about your guy buyin' you flowers," Chris scoffs, shaking his head and stepping in front of you, tracking soft circles on your arms. "I'm talkin' shit 'cause I'm standing here, in your apartment instead of him.

Your breath hitches at his touch, but you push him back. "What are you even doing here, Chris?"

He runs his hands over his face, making an exaggerated groan. "Told ya, I just wanted to smoke this nice lil' joint I rolled for you," he pulls the joints out of his pocket, the adorning pattern of Hello Kitty catching your eye. "C'mon, ma. Don't act like you don't want it. Don't act like you don't want me. Y'know I'm better than that lame you got hangin' around."

"Stop calling him that," you assert, crossing your arms. "You're a lame."

"Maybe," he smirks. "But I know damn well he don't make you feel as good as I do," he nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, muffling his voice as he starts to leave soft kisses.

"Does he know how much you like getting kissed right...here...?" His tongue trails down to the area where your neck and shoulder meet, and you go silent, your body melting at the feeling of his touch, the low hum of his voice in your ear. "Or is that only for me?" He smirks against your skin, before pulling back to look at you, your wide eyes looking into his deep blues.

"S'what I thought," His eyes glance down at your plump lips, running his thumb over the bottom. "He know you still wear my shit either?" His fingers trail down to the collar of the oversized baby blue shirt that hung off your shoulders.

"No," you say flatly, your eyes threatening to shut as he moves his face just centimeters from yours, his scent intoxicating. You can feel the heat and arousal radiating off his body, watching his lidded eyes stare into yours.

Chris grins, and without warning, his lips crash onto yours, a grunt escaping his throat as his hand tangles in your hair. He rips his jacket off, discarding it on the floor behind him. He moves down your jawline, continuing his assault on your neck, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses down your throat. He sucks at a sweet spot near the back of your neck, leaving a dark purple mark in his wake.

He pulls back, pupils blown out with lust as he pants, watching you get so flustered from him. He quickly spins you around, bending you over the dining table. You gasp at the sudden motion, biting your lip in response as he pulls your pajama shorts down, your panties going down with them, pooling at your ankles.

He runs his index finger over your leaking folds, arousal dripping down your inner thighs. "Knew you were missin' me. Look how fuckin' wet you are," he grunts, taking his soaked hand to his mouth, swirling his tongue over his finger. "Drippin' all down your thighs..." He laughs to himself softly.

You moan, begging for his touch, anything that'll sooth the aching heat between your legs. "Chris, please," you plead, looking back at him as he unbuckles his jeans.

"Please what? What d'you need angel?" He grins wickedly. He knows what you want. All he needs is to hear it from your lips. He moves closer behind you, spreading your legs and gently rubbing his growing erection rubs against your slick pussy, making you both hiss. "Tell me what you need...and I'll give it t'you...anything you want..."

"Please," you moan again, rubbing yourself against his bulge. "Fuck me," your voice is barely above a whisper, laced with lust and a bit shame. A trail of arousal connects the two of you as he pulls back, yanking down his Calvin Klein boxers, his hardened cock springing out and slapping against his stomach.

Beads of precum pool at his red tip as he slowly strokes his length. "Spit," he says roughly, bring his hand up to your face, and you do what he says, gathering saliva in your mouth and dropping it into his palm, using it as lubricate before aligning himself at your entrance, pushing his dick into you gently.

"Fuuck baby—" a groan leaves his mouth as he feels your tight walls constricting his cock, each inch stretching you out, molding around him. "You always this tight when I don't finger you? Can barely fuckin' fit..."

He holds onto your hips with a deadly grip as he bottoms out, the two of you moaning in sync. "Gonna have you stretch her out again huh?" His cocky laugh comes out as a ragged gasp. His eyes flutter shut as he begins to pick up the pace in his thrusts, "Gonna make sure she only wants me."

"Fuck!" You choke out, holding onto the cold, wooden table as Chris rams his cock into you, the sound of skin against skin echoing throughout the apartment. "So—so good baby—"

He smirks, watching you fall apart for him, listening to the squelching sounds of your dripping pussy as he pistons into you. He watches you desperate try to hold onto something, his thrusts hard and fast. "Stop runnin' and take this dick," he says breathlessly, his grip on your hips growing impossibly tighter, his fingers leaving indents in your skin.

The symphony of moans and whines is broken by the loud clatter of glass falling onto the ground, breaking you out of your trance and making you gasp. The roses. You look back at Chris with pleading eyes, looking down at the mess of glass and rose petals all over your floor as he refuses to slow his movements.

He flashes you a wicked smile, reaching a calloused hand into your hair and tugging, "Dick got'cha going dumb? Knocked over your pretty lil' flowers and everything," he coos with mock sympathy, your moans growing louder with each graze of your cervix from his cock. The sensations make you ignore your surroundings, your vision going blurry as you focus on chasing your release.

"M'gonna—" you whine, holding onto the table again, your fingertips digging in the wood. "Gonna cum—"

Chris groans, his cock twitching as your velvety walls pulse around him. "I know it angel...Can feel you squeezin' me..." He traps his bottom lip between his teeth, biting hard enough to draw blood. "Tell me whose pussy this is and I'll let you cum, yeah? Tell me whose it is, angel.

You cry out, your brain going fuzzy as the hand tangled in your hair moves to your throat. "S'yours!" You manage to stutter out, before your orgasm crashes over you, ripping a guttural moan from you as your legs begin to shake, causing you to lose balance.

He grins, watching you fall apart as he keeps you pressed against the desk, both his hands moving back your hips as he chases his own high. "All mine. All fuckin' mine," he shudders, his thrusts growing staggered as your tight walls clench around his dick. His moans grow louder as he gathers the mental strength to pull out, though its one of the hardest things he's ever had to do. He jerks his cock in swift motions, painting your back in ribbons of his pearly, white cum.

The two of you sit in silence, the only sound being the shared panting as you both try to catch your breaths, your warm, sweaty bodies still flushed together. Chris leans forward, pressing soft kisses along your shoulder blade, "Happy valentine's day, angel. I'll get'cha some new flowers yeah? Some better ones."

"Fuck you, Chris," you laugh breathlessly, staring at the mess on the floor. "You're cleaning that up."

He looks at you with a confused expression, his eyebrows furrowing. "Fuck I'm not. You knocked the shit over, not me," he takes a few steps back, grabbing a towel and wiping his release off your skin. "On some 'Oh God! Fuck me Chris! Your dick feels so good!' shit," he mimics your moans, rolling his eyes back exaggeratingly. You glare at him while you pull your shorts and underwear back up and slap his arm, watching him rub the impact spot.

You grab one of the joints off the table, flopping on the couch and grabbing the lighter out of the side table.

"Didn't I tell you I'm not cleaning this shit up?" Chris says, pulling his own pants up and running his hand through his messy hair.

"Clean it up and I'll let you go for round two," you smirk, watching him rush to pick up the mess of roses and glass on the floor, feeling the weed enter your lungs as you melt into the couch.

valentine's day special !

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Basic Components Of Drone

Learn about the basic components of drone, including the frame, motors, flight controller, and propellers, essential for smooth and stable flights.

[raintemper]

Moon and Pebbles!! Yippee

oh the woes of being a flesh creature surrounded by supercomputer gods,, I got sad drawing him hhh

more about them under the line :>

Moon! She, like Suns, was one of the first successful projects and were both more of test models/therapeutic companions than anything else. They were both restructured to fit their new functions but Suns has obviously undergone more significant changes... Moon is kept inside to assist with research and computational stuff. She's a lab cat. She's generally looks more like a normal creature, and has a friendly appearance because her creators (i guess it would be the ancients) would be seeing her frequently and would rather a friendly face, something that is easily perceived as nonthreatening, as opposed to Suns weaponry and NSH's extra limbs and spikes. She doesn't have the screen face like NSH, so expressing emotions comes mostly from body language. Moon is not outside at all so there is no need for solar panel components like Suns or NSH. She has internal stored power that can last for quite a while but still needs to be recharged? I imagine the neuron fly drones would also assist in that department. The drones still function somewhat like her portable processing servers/braincells. She has also programed a defensive protocol into them, they can create small bits of electricity to use in dire moments. Initially programmed to keep track of NSH's samples that sometimes escapes him.

Pebbles is a purposed organism. He is a whole entire organic cat. He was born in the lab, in a chaotic time when resources were low. He has a mark of communication. He also has a brain chip where he can access (basically) the cloud where the others upload information. He is also a lab cat so this is crucial to his role. He did try and remove it once when he was younger and it backfired horribly and now he has a mechanical ear and eye. He still feels out of place for obvious reasons, being the only creature of organic origin amongst his peers.

He is closest to Moon who had a role in caring for and raising him. She did not know a thing about caring for a living being but did her best. Pebbles does not like being confined to the facility. The suggestion and influence the brain chip has on him sometimes clashes with his thoughts. He is very aware of the limitations it puts on him to not leave. He envies NSH and Suns a lot for being able to do what he can't. He often downloads the maps they create and read NSH's sample studies in his spare time. He also likes seeing the lizards NSH brings back, from a distance.

I think in the time that Pebbles exists, NSH is not very active. Due to the low resources and chaotic season, NSH is often in low power mode. Which means less expeditions outside and more time just, half asleep. And when the weather becomes more sustainable, NSH would be sent on long outings to gather as much as possible before being powered down again. So instead of hearing stories from NSH, he sought out Suns and UI instead. (Actually I think everyone is kind of low power mode here, Suns does not wander as far).

erhm i think he tries to leave the place and then gets sick or something,,,im still thinking..