#jacob’s armory

[lulu2992]

After John’s Gate, it’s time for Jacob’s Armory!

This bunker isn’t as complicated as the previous one, but once again, I recommend you read this first to understand how floors work. Here, my reference when I numbered the levels was Floor -01 = Level -1.

There is an in-game map of Jacob’s Armory, extracted here by @vls-gamingscrapbook, and it reveals a few “bonus rooms” we never see when we explore it in the mission “Casualties of War”. Because I didn’t know on which floor they were and what they looked like exactly, I’ve decided not to include them, but it seems they exist.

I also realized that, in order for this bunker and the floors to make sense, there had to be stairs between the “Labs” section and the room where Pratt is. So, between the moment the Deputy pushes the button to open the door and the moment the cutscene starts, we must have gone down 0.5 floor.

And I want to thank @anna-elizabeth-jason for this great video that helped me refine the final details!

Don’t hesitate to zoom in and/or open each picture in a new tab to see them better. And if you have questions or notice mistakes, feel free to ask or leave a comment! Enjoy :)

[playitagainmyjohnny]

jacob’s armory

[luckyspacerabbit]

post that will appeal to .05% of people but if kai had been a companion in me2 i think jacob would have hated him so much that he would end up liking thane more and that relationship dynamic is so iconic and funny to me

[direwombat]

thank goodness for the bunker buddies au because i need a universe to exist where jacob gets to see syb pregnant (with his child!!!!) and he falls in love all over again because goddamn does she look beautiful like that, even when she's grouchy and crabby and complaining (especially when she's grouchy and crabby and complaining <3)

[speakviolence]

FAR CRY 5 ENVIROMENT STUDY (3/??)

whitetail mountains the armory jacob's region

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

tagged by: @voidika and @thesingularityseries last week, thank you both <3

Well it's been almost two months and guess who's back to her FC5 verse again :) Still deep in the family angst with the kids so forgive me if this feels like a retread of stuff folks have already read, I swear things will progress with this chapter eventually. Anyhoo, usual warnings when it comes to Kit:

The gates at Saint Francis creaked closed as the white Eden’s Gate delivery van drove off into the foggy depths of the forest lined roads of the Whitetails, its red tail lights disappearing behind the misty wall near the bend in the road. November had rolled into December and frost littered the ground, leaving sparkling ice crystals clinging to the dead leaves, pine needles and gravel that made up the exterior grounds of the vet center's courtyard. Kit hadn’t even realized her birthday came and went with all of the chaos and the carnage surrounding her, her thoughts suddenly turning to the fact that she was now thirty two years old as she stood alone in her spot on the front steps, arms crossed over her chest, supervising as two of the followers carried in crates marked with Joseph’s cross.

Shifting her stance, bunching up the oversized flannel shirt she wore in her fist, Kit pulled the material closer to her where the cold air stung her still healing wound. Thick black stitches remained, holding skin taut as it sealed itself together once more, the flesh puckered and pale to match the letters carved above her breasts and across her shoulders, as well as the scars that littered her abdomen. The bitter, freezing air stung with each intake of breath, burning her nostrils, throat and lungs. The temperatures dropping up the mountain at a rate where frostbite would likely set in if she stood here without a coat for much longer. Her teeth clenched and her gums started to ache, knuckles chilled to the point where they seemed locked in place. A person could catch their death out here, not that she was going anywhere. From the darkened depths of the interior of Saint Francis, Jacob emerged with a cigarette, resting his shoulder against the pillar at the top of the steps beside her, covering the flickering flame of his lighter with his hand as he lit the end. “Didn’t know there was a delivery scheduled today,” he mumbled around his cigarette. 

She turned to give him a sideways glance, their eyes meeting for only a brief moment. “Not one of the usual ones. Had a few crates of clothes and things for the kids sent here. The rest is heading to the armory.”

He grunted and slipped the lighter back into the pocket of his army jacket. “Didn’t give you permission to do that.”

“Didn’t ask.”

Stepping towards her, Jacob grabbed her arm tightly, pulling on it to spin her to face him. He sighed to steady himself, his eyes narrowing as he looked at her. “You are really testin’ my patience here, angel,” he growled.

“You might have made me break before, but I'm not rolling over with this one.”

“You’ve gotten too comfortable. Complacent. Think ya rule the roost here, huh?” He took a drag of his cigarette and stared her down. His cheeks ruddy with the cold and the constricted blood vessels under his skin. 

“You were stuck in that bed for almost two weeks – I was forced to think that way in order to keep everything running.”

“Suppose ya did do a good job of that,” he said, looking her up and down before blowing smoke in her face. 

“You’re goddamn right I did.”

Jacob scoffed, giving a quick shrug. “Don’t need me then, do ya?”

“Really?” Her scowl deepened as she glared up at him, molars grinding, keeping the cold at bay as the rage boiled up inside her once more. “God, you are such a fucking asshole sometimes.”

“Careful, Kitty.” Leaning in towards her, gripping her tighter until his fingertips buried grooves into her skin, he returned an icy glower in her direction. “I might have given you some slack on the leash, don’t think I’ve let go completely,” he rasped.

Her frozen stare pierced him and she ripped her arm out of his clutches, heading into the building without another word. 

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?”

“To check on my children,” she called back over her shoulder. 

Tossing his half burned cigarette to the ground, he followed her in with sure strides, ready to continue their argument. “They aren’t yours, kitten.”

“Except they are. Someday you might even come around to that fact.”

Jaw clenching as she challenged him, his arctic eyes burned holes into her from under his darkened brow. “We both know that’s not happenin’, angel.”

The will to fight with him on this point burned bright inside of her. That white hot rage that lived deep in the pitch black dark at her core was rising up. Refusing to give in or submit. She had the will of God behind her, a conviction that could not be beaten. Christ, she might have actually finally understood Joseph and his mission, the way he felt so strongly about his orders given to him by a power far greater than he. It was an unbeatable force, a feeling that could not be ignored or dampened, and she was giving herself to it entirely. 

Digging her heel into the floor, Kit turned to face him, darkness in her eyes. “You asked me to give you something to live for, if I’m not enough for you on my own, then maybe a family is.”

“No.” His cold, dead-eyed stare was enough to set her off, the flat tone of his voice was the final tipping point. “You haven’t even met them, you’ve refused to,” she spat.

“‘Cause they aren’t stayin’, so why would I get attached? There’s nothing there for me to care about, Kit. They aren’t mine.” “God, if you only knew…” She seethed, a mother lioness ready to take on the world. “The things those kids have seen and lived through. That little boy was raising his sister, they were all the other had left in this world…” Storming towards him, she shoved her finger into his chest pointedly. “You tell me that that doesn’t sound familiar.” “It does, which is why I know that taking those two in isn't the right decision. You hear me, Kit?” His large hands lifted to cup her face, gripping the skin tight, stroking through waves of copper and crimson that framed it. “Listen to me, Kitty. The last thing those kids need is us playing make believe as a family.”

Her brow lifted. “Don't give me that bullshit about if I love them, I should leave them… you don't understand,” she whispered, voice husky with the cold as her eyes fell downcast, “I was willing to die to protect them, only ever felt that way about one other before.” Pale eyes steered upwards, meeting Jacob's gaze. Not having to confirm her feelings with words, a look was all that it took. “I need those babies, Jacob. I need them to keep me sane,” she pleaded. “They’ve already made their home here with me, they aren’t scared anymore – they will be if they’re with anyone else. They trust me. They trust Staci. Give ‘em a chance and they’ll trust you too.” “The last thing those kids need is to be puttin’ their trust in me, angel. I’m not here to raise a family, I’m here to train an army.” Kit rolled her eyes, chewing the inside of her cheek as she snarled. “Fine. Go back to your office, General.” She crossed her arms and lifted her chin, a glint of defiance in her eyes. “You should know, I reorganized the duties lists while you were out of commission. You had inefficient overlap,” she said, biting out the words before heading down the corridor to go to see the children. 

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[vincent-gallo-burner]

Kim Gordon, Vincent Gallo, and Heath Ledger attend MARC JACOBS Spring 2008 Collection at The New York State Armory on September 10, 2007.

[ofwrxth]

+ JACOB / ARMORY / JAN. 2

In the aftermath of the New Years Day liberation, Hollow Cove buzzes with activity. New wolves and vampires register at Town Hall and supplies get reallocated. Nora's tasked with helping inventory weapons again but takes it in stride. Relief had filled her at the sight of her brother returning and, for Tammie and Hazel's sake, the sight of Ryan and Leo too. She knows it could've gone much differently, and though they didn't find Cece or Amaris, it seems like others were.

Nora adjusts the drop bag full of weapons, about to push open the armory door when she hears voices. One, in particular, catches her attentions. She hovers by the entrance, prepared for a terse shift filled with bickering when she hears the tai lend of their conversation and a name. No Nate. Maybe next time. Sorry, man. Frowning, Nora's mind combs through an inventory of names and faces, drawing a blank on a Nate just as the door opens. Mason pushes through, giving her a wave and a hey, Tammie, before walking away.

Scoffing a bit, she hauls the bag up again and walks into the armory with a bit more of a quiet demeanor than usual. She nods at Jacob, patting the bag in her arms. "Uh, got more to inventory..." Nora begins, without quip or snide remark. She sets the bag down beside Jacob and unzips it and it's then she debates whether she should remain silent. The alternative is to let curiosity get the better of her, and like any Jones, the latter wins. She casts a sidelong glance in his direction. "Who's Nate?" @manybcdthings

[lilyoffandoms]

WtD Drabble - Troy x Saeed

Warnings & A/N: nothing that’s not canon compliant. Needed a warm up this morning and since I got them on my mind, I might as well. I just hc Saeed feels it’s his place to go on these scavenging forays and Troy doesn’t really care for that idea.

He was exhausted. All he wanted was to climb into bed. He looked at the others from the party. They had made it out with only a few scrapes and bruises, and one broken arm.

“Jacob, go get that arm bandaged. Shannon should be in the infirmary waiting,” Saeed nodded at the man with his arm in a sling. “You two help him down there and be sure to get those scratches cleaned out. The rest of you, clean up and get some sleep.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” a few mumbled as they shuffled away.

Saeed put his weapons on the armory counter where the others had stacked those they had checked out.

“Got them all checked in?” he asked the woman behind the counter who was logging weapons back in.

“Yes, and I see you broke another bowstring?”

“No, just frayed. If it had snapped entirely you’d not have a bow to log back in and I’d have lost an eye.”

“Still broke it,” she smiled in challenge.

“It was close to fraying and you know it, Sal,” he smiled tiredly. “Plus, we found some new ones in that warehouse. Must have been heading to a hunting supply store or something.”

Her eyes lit up. “And bullets?” she asked.

He nodded.

“Knives?”

He nodded again.

“Guns?” she asked hopefully.

“I’ll let you see for yourself when they get the vans unloaded.”

“It’s like Christmas come early,” she grinned, giddy with excitement.

“Don’t know what that is, but if that entails staying up all night categorizing and logging in new weapons, then yes, just like Christmas.”

She shook her head at him with a smile and got to work opening boxes that were plopped down on the table beside her. Saeed leaned against the wall as he waited for the unloading team to finish bringing the supplies through.

He felt himself slumping a bit as his eyes dragged closed and his breathing slowed, only to jerk awake when someone bumped him.

“I know our mattress isn’t all that comfortable but it’s gotta be be better than the wall?” Troy teased him with another bump to his shoulder.

Saeed gave a tired smile as he glanced at the crew still unloading, closed his eyes again, and shook his head grinning, “Depends on what I’m doing against the wall.”

“Taking a page out of my book with that one, I see,” Troy laughed before turning more serious. “Everyone get back safely?”

“We all made it back nibble free,” Saeed nodded, eyes still closed.

“Come on let’s get you to bed.”

“They should be done in the next ten. I’ll sleep when the job’s done.”

“Your job is done, Saeed,” Troy whispered casting a worried look over him.

“Saeed?” Sal interrupted. “I’m going to need that armor, dear.”

“Oh, shit! I forgot. Sorry, Sal,” he said as he slid clumsily out of the armor.

Troy steadied him as he stumbled tiredly through the task.

“Here,” Saeed said when he finally passed the gear over to her.

“Get him to bed,” she said to Troy.

“That’s the plan,” he said but paused when the stench of death and putrefied guts hit his nose. “Well, maybe a shower and then bed.”

“What? You don’t like this new cologne I’m trying?” Saeed teased, waving to Sal and saying good night to the others as he let Troy lead him to the bathing room they had set up outside.

“Strip,” Troy said as he left Saeed grab water.

Saeed did as told, too tired to protest. His muscles screaming with each movement.

“Got the water-“ Troy let his sentence trail off.

Saeed followed Troy’s line of sight to the large bruise forming on his thigh. He met Troy’s wide eyes and shrugged.

“I thought you said everyone got back safely?” Troy scolded as he reached out to gingerly touch the angry bruise.

“We did,” Saeed hissed at the touch.

“This doesn’t look like you were safe.”

“Safer than a bite,” Saeed said nonchalantly.

“Saeed,” Troy sighed.

“I got slammed into a crate by a drone. It’s dead. I’m not. I’m fine,” he waved him off.

“Saeed.”

He earned another sigh. “Troy, can we not do this now? I’m tired. I stink. I’m sore. And I just want to go to bed.”

“Okay,” Troy relented and turned Saeed to face the shower stall. “But we are going to-“

“Yep. You can yell at me tomorrow,” Saeed chuckled as he stepped inside and yelped as he splashed the cold water over himself. “This is fucking cold.”

“When is it not? Plus, it will help with the muscle aches and that bruise.”

Ten minutes later they were in their room with a fire going in the hearth, snuggled on their bed. Troy watched as Saeed snuggled beneath the covers and then into him and closed his eyes.

He wished he’d stop going out on these missions. This one had been a week long foray. He hated waiting, wondering. Wondering if he’d come back to him. Wondering if he had died out there. Always wondering. Always worrying.

He brushed a stray hair off of Saeed’s cheek.

“I’m fine,” Saeed smiled.

“I wish you would-“

“Hey, did the crew bring my pack up?” Saeed interrupted, not wanting to have the conversation again.

“Um,” Troy looked around and spotted the backpack by the door. “Yeah.”

“There’s something in it for you,” Saeed mumbled as sleep began to overtake him.

“You can give it to me tomorrow,” Troy smiled into a kiss placed on Saeed’s temple. “After I finish yelling at you,” he whispered.

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[lulu2992]

The maps of the Seeds’ bunkers are almost ready to be posted! But first, I want to explain something about floors and stairs because I think it’s a bit confusing (and figuring that out took me some time).

There are three main types of stairs used in the bunkers. In the Arcade Editor, they are called “SILO STAIRS 01”, “SILO CORRIDOR STAIRS”, and “CATWALK CONCRETE STAIRS”. Here they are in this order in John’s Gate, inside of Jacob’s Armory, and outside of it:

Sometimes, signs tell you where you are in the bunkers, like in the examples below in Jacob’s Armory (the Storage Room is on level 2 and the Mess Hall on Floor -01) and in John’s Gate (here, you are in SILO C and on Floor -05).

The game considers that every time you use a staircase, you go up or down one floor. That sounds logical... but that’s not exactly true.

The problem, as I’ve come to realize, is that the stairs aren’t all the same size and that SILO STAIRS 01 is actually twice as high as the other two! So if we consider that we go down/up one floor when we use SILO STAIRS 01, it turns out we only go down/up 0.5 floor when we use SILO CORRIDOR STAIRS or CATWALK CONCRETE STAIRS.

As you can see below, you need to assemble two SILO CORRIDOR STAIRS or two CATWALK CONCRETE STAIRS to equate to one SILO STAIRS 01.

It makes sense, in fact, since SILO STAIRS 01 has 20 steps and the other two only have 10, but they apparently didn’t always take that into account when they numbered the floors in the Seeds’ bunkers.

So the rule isn’t 1 staircase = 1 floor as the game suggests; the rule I’ve decided to follow for my maps is 5 steps = 0.25 floor. Because yes, in some (rare) cases, there also are quarters of floors, like in the entrance to John’s Gate (called SILO ENTRANCE UNDERGROUND in the Arcade Editor):

Anyway, that’s basically how stairs work in the bunkers! This post also explains why you’ll see half-levels and sometimes even fourths of levels on my maps, and why my floor numbers don’t always match the ones the game gives us :’)

[playitagainmyjohnny]

[wildmonkeysects]

War Profiteers

Remember President Dwight “Ike” Eisenhower, who after green-lighting the overthrow of Iran’s democracy in 1953 at the behest of petrochemical corporations, had a change of heart and warned about the Military Industrial Complex? Here are the top 100 USA Military Industrial Complex “defense” contractors, all corporate welfare queens mooching off the public, who have blood on their hands in Palestine and elsewhere:

Academi

Action Target

ADT Corporation

Advanced Armament Corporation

AECOM

Aerospace Corporation

Aerovironment

AirScan

AM General

American Petroleum Institute

Argon ST

ARINC

Artis

Assett

Astronautics Corporation of America

Atec

Aurora Flight Sciences

Axon Enterprise

United Kingdom BAE Systems

BAE Systems Inc

Ball Corporation

Ball Aerospace & Technologies

Barrett Firearms Manufacturing

Battelle Memorial Institute

Bechtel

Berico Technologies

Boeing Defense, Space & Security

Booz Allen Hamilton

Boston Dynamics

Bravo Strategic

CACI

Carlyle Group

Carnegie Mellon University

Ceradyne

Cloudera

Colt Defense

The Columbia Group

Computer Sciences Corporation

Concurrent Technologies Corporation

CSRA (IT services company)

Cubic Corporation

Omega Training Group

Curtiss-Wright

DeciBel Research

Dillon Aero

Dine Development Corporation

Draper Laboratories

DRS Technologies

DynCorp

Edison Welding Institute

[Israei]l Elbit Systems

M7 Aerospace

Ensco

United Kingdom/Military contractor Ernst & Young

Evergreen International Aviation

Exxon

Fluor Corporation

Force Protection Inc

Foster-Miller

Foster Wheeler

Franklin Armoury

General Atomics

General Dynamics

Bath Iron Works

General Dynamics Electric Boat

Gulfstream

Vangent

General Electric Military Jet Engines Division

Halliburton Corporation

Health Net

Hewlett-Packard

Honeywell

Humana Inc.

Huntington Ingalls Industries

Hybricon Corporation

IBM

Insight Technology

Intelsat

International Resources Group

iRobot

ITT Exelis

Jacobs Engineering Group

JANUS Research Group

Johns Hopkins University

Kaman Aircraft

KBR

Kearfott Corporation

Knight's Armament Company

Kratos Defense & Security Solutions

L3Harris Technologies

Aerojet

Brashear

[France] Lafayette Praetorian Group

Lake Shore Systems

Leidos

EOTech

Lewis Machine & Tool Company

Lockheed Martin

Gyrocam Systems

Sikorsky

LRAD Corporation

ManTech International

Maxar Technologies

McQ

Microsoft

Mission Essential Personnel

Motorola

Natel Electronic Manufacturing Services

Navistar Defense

Nextel

Northrop Grumman

Northrop Grumman Electronic Systems

Northrop Grumman Ship Systems

Northrop Grumman Technical Services

Northrop Grumman Innovation Systems

NOVA

Oceaneering International

Olin Corporation; also see John M. Olin and John M. Olin Foundation

Oshkosh Corporation

Para-Ordnance

Perot Systems

Picatinny Arsenal

Pinnacle Armor

Precision Castparts Corporation

Raytheon Technologies

Collins Aerospace

Rockwell Collins

Goodrich Corporation

Pratt & Whitney

Raytheon Intelligence & Space

Raytheon Missiles & Defense

Raytheon BBN

Remington Arms

Rock Island Arsenal

Roundhill Group

Ruger

Saab Sensis

Science Applications International Corporation (SAIC)

SGIS

Sierra Nevada Corporation

Smith & Wesson

Smith Enterprise (SEI)

SPRATA

Springfield Armory

SRC Inc

SRI International

Stanley

Stewart & Stevenson

Swift Engineering

Tactical Air Support

Teledyne

Teledyne FLIR

Textron

AAI Corporation

Bell Helicopter Textron

Trijicon

TriWest Healthcare Alliance

Unisys

U.S. Ordnance

Verizon Communications

Vinnell Corporation

Westinghouse Electric Corporation

[direwombat]

Whitetail ot3 WHITETAIL OT3!!!

WHITETAIL OT3!!!

ok admittedly i don't have much actually written for this yet (just some rough word sketches) but i just really want syb having a real good time with jacob and eli

the premise is just jacob and eli are messy exes. eli is crushing on syb. syb has a thing for jacob. jacob knows this. syb also has a thing for eli. jacob knows this as well. so, naturally, jacob and syb concoct a plan to lure eli to their sex cabin. what happens next is, predictably, syb getting railed by the mountain men. at the same time.

here's the intro

Eli had been having a delightfully boring day up until the moment Jacob’s voice came crooning out of his radio. 

“Y’know, if I were a lesser man, I might feel betrayed at how easily you seem to have replaced me.

It isn’t the first time Jacob’s taunted him over the radio. Ever since he gave Jacob the big “Fuck you!” and stopped helping in the construction of the Armory, the Herald has been belligerently unable to leave him the fuck alone. Every few weeks, at odd and unpredictable hours of the day, Jacob Seed takes the time out of his day to painstakingly cycle through radio signals to personally deliver a message. 

Pleaded bargaining turned to vitriolic anger, until he eventually settled on a stone cold professionalism that makes Eli think he’s compensating for something.

He’s never answered, of course. He knew that feeding the beast would only encourage it. 

But this time something’s different. This time there’s a smokiness to his voice that’s upsettingly suggestive.

[duadaily]

Marc Jacobs Spring 2020 Runway Show at Park Avenue Armory in New York City - September 11, 2019

[mermaidinthecity]

Marc Jacobs Spring 2020 Runway Show at Park Avenue Armory in New York City - September 11, 2019

[ofwrxth]

+ JACOB / PATROL

"All I'm saying is that if I'd known you'd take two hours to do a ten minute task, I might've given you a different shift," Levi harkens back to the other day when a simply armory shift ended up jamming up several other shifts that day. The Jones wolf had been assigned to a watch shift right after and hadn't shown up on time. "Should've known that you'd just make my job a pain in the ass," he says without ire, more glad than anything that Jacob's back around. @manybcdthings