#plasma detonator

[sw5w]

Wesa No Like Da Naboo

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 00:15:07

[nervousalpacahologram]

NEW PARTS LEAKERD IN A FUTUREPRESS GUIDE????

[vampirecatprince]

I was checking some stuff and realized that I've only been job hunting for about a month now??? I could've sworn it's been longer then that, but my earliest apps on indeed are only mid-June?????

And all of the friend group issues I've been following (the ones that caused me to just... dump Twitter and most of my "friends" entirely) started less then a month ago...

Which means.... wow I've had a hell of a month /neg

[adeptus-nonsense]

humans are poets as well as warmongers

Humans nowadays are well known far and wide in this galaxy. Mostly because they are some of the most chaotic, Stupid or bold "daredevils" around (think i used that word correctly).

While i do recall my first meeting with the humans very V E R Y badly since i served in the contact wars when the Graktuka a well known theocratic empire and very influential and politically strong contender in the galaxy stumbled across human colonies. They saw this as an hostile action since the planet they were settling were a holy world, That however is a story for another time.

Just know that the Graktuka empire shrunk by a significant margin to the point where they asked for militairy support. The humans had apparently developed a kind of magnetic accelerated firing plattform piercing through multiple layers of hull completely ignoring shields. Given that Graktuka empire relied on shields since most of the galactic arsenal is plasma based but their hull wasn't weak at all. Unconventional weapons had to be used to even dent their armour. Realising that the humans ships were massive but rather primitive and slow a ground based invasion was seen to be the optimal way off going.

If you were there you would know why humanity is as feared as they are. Masters of the what did they call it? Art of war? Yeah something like that. Fields of bombs buried into the ground detonating with a light step. Weapons dedicated to injure soldiers just enough to save them but not kill them in order to make the invader spend more resources on saving said soldier.

Even our bases of operations with shields were not safe, let me tell you if you think regular humans can cause damage to stuff by touching things dont even get near trained saboteurs with your stuff. They break things in a ways that seems like a simple malfunction and will work after a simple repair. When the shield generator first broke down i thought i could fix it in a matter of minutes, I still havent fixed it to this day and i have taken that thing apart thousands of times without finding the fault.

safe to say we lost that war and this is just one one planet. This was the short part. Just be glad that they pack bond with just about anything. Saw a human carry a cleaning unit and named it "Ronald the Roomba" And that is apparently our ships mascot. But this is things we all are aware of. Let me tell you of their poetic side

This is not something most of us see as common knowledge about humans, but their cultural aspect besides war is for a lack of better words beautiful. This thing they call music.

for all their wars they know how brutal they are and write songs about everything they did wrong and how they wished how they could change it. But that is not all, according to human Jakob music portrays emotions and ones feelings in a way that regular communication doesn't and you dont even need to understand the words to understand the emotion said piece is carrying. Which i know to be true, it's almost therapeutic

I think My log of it will be a better way to describe since it is honestly hard to describe [alltough be careful their music is quite loud for most prey species]

Year 4574 human sector 456854 log 1 of service leave. I am currently here on a passion project of mine. While the war has ended 6 years ago off now the tensions do still exist. Me and some comrades in service are taking some time off and going to what humans call a bar and apparently there is a human performing. I have no idea of how this is gonna go. All i know is humans are incredibly chaotic especially when intoxicated. Still i should probably record this for the culture scientists at social scientific hub.

Log 2

*murmur and loud talking in the background at the bar*

"for clarifications sake, my name is Groakslo, i am here with my two comrades Kyukla and Telosa. We are currently at the bar only to see that humans are actively drinking poison, i was quite shocked to hear this and asked if it isn't dangerous and the bartender said and i quote "nah we gucci" note to self find out what gucci is."

Log 3

"the humans were beginning to get rowdy and even slight outbursts of violence did occur but nothing the surprisingly loud bartender couldn't handle by a very concerning threat, followed by him saying that the band is preparing so settle down. Telosa and i looked at each other very confused but still awaited this "band"

Log 4

"the band arrived and started to set up weird things, long instruments with metal strings, of varying thickness, i asked the a human who were close by what they were and he said instruments. I asked what they were used for and he said to play music. I was getting nowhere and decided to see for myself what they were gonna do."

Log 5 (i decided to be quiet for this one)

"welcome folks and aliens of all sorts shapes and kinds! Thank you for coming to this bar for our first debut our name is The Lines In between, and for those who dont know human music, we'll slowly lean you into it with this first on and it is namned Memories beneath the stars" [3 hours of music recorded]

Final log (yes i know i could voice record but i want to write while the memory is fresh i'm bad with words)

I never knew that humans could make such songs. Telosa and Kyukla was particurlarly affected. The song was as the name suggest the memories we made sneaking out to watch the stars as younglings, reminiscing about the times when the stars were the most unknown, adventure filled and beautiful place to be in. But also about the connections they've lost over the years, the good times wiped away like a water slowly polishing a stone into sand. It was odd, beautiful calm, sad all at once.

The voices i heard when i fought humans in war can not even be compared to that of the singer in that band, what is most perplexing is that the once borderline rioting bar was completely quiet when the band was performing, almost as if in a trance completely captured by the singers voice, smooth, rough, raspy but controlled in a way i thought impossible. A song about 4 human minutes somehow managed to capture the full emotional spektrum of not only humans but multiple species in that bar.

Humans truly are an astounding species. Truly a species that are on all of the extremes, stupidity, ingenuity, violence, poetry and many many more. For now i'll sign off and hope you at the social cultural exchange fellas have a field day with the music file attached to this.

Grokslo, highly decorated former geothermical shield generator militairy specialist.

[datadegroove]

Taylor swift unaware of the impending plasma grenade detonation happening behind her

[rwac96]

Batman Contingencies: Gamera

Agamemnon Contingency: "The Last Hope"

Gamera, known as 'The Last Hope' by the ancient Atlanteans, is also labeled the 'Guardian of The Universe' by JSDF, G-Force, and Monarch. Like Mothra, Gamera is a Guardian Kaiju known to defend the Earth, not necessarily humanity. From the records I've gathered referencing this creature from ancient Atlantean monoliths, Gamera is the last of a group of advanced, bio-engineered giant turtles created in the ancient past. The purpose is unclear, though there are many possibilities: To defend themselves, to combat something called 'The Shadow of Evil' and 'The Great Enemy', or to protect humanity. It is clear that despite Gamera being destructive, it's evident that he protects humanity, specifically children, from destructive Kaiju and hostile extraterrestrials. He was first discovered in 1965, awakening from his slumber after a nuclear warhead detonated in the Arctic.

Seeing the devastation from the blast, Gamera became enraged, laying waste to Tokyo once he reached landfall. His rampage came to an end when the JSDF lured him to an experimental rocket ship, launching him into space. He would return to Earth in 1995, thirty years after his rampage, the emergence of giant, avian-like Kaiju known as Gyaos emerged and wreaked havoc upon Japan. The JSDF and G-Force mobilized to combat the Kaiju, though Gamera proved to be the more benevolent when he saved the life of a young boy from the Gyaos. Through months of research, it was discovered that Gamera had a supernatural origin, unlike the number of monsters that were a result of radiation exposure. Gamera draws his power from a mystical life force known as Mana, which, according to Doctor Fate and Aquaman, is an essential essence that gave him life.

Despite Gamera being a Guardian of Earth, in his battles against Kaiju such as Gyaos, Virians, Legion, Irys, and Godzilla, he leaves collateral damage in his wake. His connection to humanity, namely a young woman named Asagi Kusanagi, thankfully restrains him from performing more reckless tactics. Through an Atlantean Magatama, a priest or priestess can command Gamera, sharing a psychic rapport with him. From what Oracle gathered regarding Miss Kusanagi, she's a woman with a conscious who believes in Gamera's role as one of Earth's Protectors. But, there was an incident where he fell under the thrall of a rogue scientist, Greta Karbone, who got hold of a Magatama, which she manipulated with her own latent telepathic abilities to gain control of him. With him enthralled, she used him along with her own creation, Viras, to lay waste to Paris but was thankfully stopped by Asagi and the arrival of Mothra.

Gamera has numerous abilities that range from immense strength, unleashing and absorbing fire and plasma, flying, regeneration, converting energy, and manipulating his own body, these abilities make him a dangerous opponent. This contingency is in place should Gamera break his connection with humanity and grow reckless or a Magatama fall into dangerous hands. If a scenario such as Dr. Karbone getting another Magatama should occur, the first step is to destroy it or in a sense, strengthen Kusunagi's connection with Gamera. An alternative is to concoct a spell that drains the mana from the Magatama, breaking the user's connection with Gamera. Should the situation escalate, the next step is to deploy an experimental Mech known as the 'Titan Bat'.

Unlike other Anti-Kaiju Mechs, this one is in line with my moral restraints, even if Gamera is a monster. The mech is armed with Cryogenic technology that can freeze him. But, Gamera has a history of studying his opponents, which would prolong the confrontation. The technology within the mech is connected to a Batsuit that makes controlling it without issue, though it is fueled with a potent but draining battery. Stalling him would end in disaster and a mass loss of life. The metal alloy can withstand atomic blasts, though it is unclear if it can withstand plasma blasts.

Gamera is one of the remnants of Atlantis past and a Guardian of Earth. His death or corruption would be a tragedy, as the good he did for humanity makes him an essential ally...should we find ourselves against terrestrial and extraterrestrial threats.

[pikahlua]

MHA Chapter 362 spoilers translations

This week’s initial tentative super rough/literal translations under the cut.

Page 1

1 俺が失敗すれば おれがしっぱいすれば ore ga shippai sureba "If I fail"

2 棺の中にいる皆 このなかにいるみんな ko no naka ni iru minnda "everyone in this coffin"

3 殺されてお終いだ ころされておしまいだ korosarete oshimai da "will be killed and it'll be over."

tagline 1 放て必殺‼︎ はなてひっさつ‼︎ hanate hissatsu!! Fling and kill with certainty!!

4 胸張りいや環 むねはりいやたまき mune hariiya Tamaki "Stick out your chest, Tamaki!" (Note: This is an idiom where Fat Gum is telling Tamaki to stand with pride.)

5 さすがっス先輩‼︎ さすがっスせんぱい‼︎ sasugaSSU senpai!! "Way to go, upperclassman!!" (Note: Literally this means "just as we expected of you.")

6 俺知ってるんだぜ おれしってるんだぜ ore shitterunda ze "But I know"

7 おまえが本当はすげェ才能持ってること おまえがほんとうはすげェさいのうもってること omae ga hontou wa sugeE sainou motteru koto "that the truth is, you have amazing talent."

8 眩い光の言葉 まばゆいひかりのことば mabayui hikari no kotoba "The words of a dazzling light"

9 他者が与えてくれた宝もの たしゃがあたえてくれたたからもの "Treasures given to me by others"

tagline 2 No.362 Light Fades to Rain　　堀越耕平 ナンバー362 ライト　フェイズ　トゥ　レイン　　ほりこしこうへい NANBAA 362 RAITO FEIZU TU REIN   Horikoshi Kouhei No. 362 Light Fades to Rain   Kouhei Horikoshi

10 俺はこれまで受け止めきれなかった おれはこれまでうけとめきれなかった ore wa kore made uke tome kirenakatta "I never could receive them until now."

11 宝の重さに潰されてしまうから たからのおもさにつぶされてしまうから takara no omosa ni tsubusarete shimau kara "Because I would have been crushed by the weight of those treasures."

12 自分を卑下してる内は楽だったから じぶんをひげしてるうちはらくだったから jibun wo higeshiteru uchi wa raku datta kara "Because that was easy for me, who humiliates myself."

13 皆 みんな minna "Everyone"

14 ありがとう arigatou "thanks"

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1 小ざかしい！ こざかしい！ kozakashii! “Insolent!”

2 混成大夥 こんせいたいか konsei taika Vast Hybrid

3 波動砲︎‼︎ プラズマキャノン‼︎ PURAZUMA KYANON!! Plasma canon!!

4 俺を強くしてくれる おれをつよくしてくれる ore wo tsuyoku shite kureru Please give me strength

5 吹つ飛べ‼︎ ふつとべ‼︎ futsutobe!! "Blow him away!!”

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1-2 いい加減に理解…しろ！ いいかげんにりかい…しろ！ ii kagen ni rikai...shiro! “Just understand it...already!” (Note: This is an idiom so the translation is not word-for-word exact.)

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1 なんで nande “Why”

2 考えてみろ…！ かんがえてみろ…！ kangaete miro...! “Try to think...!”

3 全盛期のオールマイトが ぜんせいきのオールマイトが zenseiki no OORU MAITO ga “Would All Might in his prime”

4 死ぬかあ？ しぬかあ？ shinu kaa? “die”

5 こんなもので……！ konna mono de......! “from something like this......!”

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1 少しは すこしは sukoshi wa “Just a little,”

2 考えてみろ!!! かんがえてみろ!!! kangaete miro!!! “try to think [about it]!!!”

Page 6

1 ば… Ba... “Ba-...”

2 他の皆頼むわ ほかのみんなたのむわ hoka no minna tanomu wa “Take care of everyone else.”

3 勝たなきゃなぁ……出久… かたなきゃなぁ……いずく… katanakya naa......Izuku... “I have to win, huh......Izuku...”

4 ダメだ行くな‼︎ ダメだいくな‼︎ DAME da ikuna!! “No, don’t go!!”

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1 右 みぎ migi “Right[side]”

2 見て みて mite “He saw”

3 避けた⁉︎ よけた⁉︎ yoketa!? “and dodged it!?”

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1 "個性" "こせい" “kosei” Quirk:

2 爆破 ばくは bakuha Explosion

3 掌の汗腺からニトロのような汗を出し爆発させる てのひらのかんせんからニトロのようなあせをだしばくはつさせる tenohira no kansen kara NITORO no you na ase wo dashi bakuhatsu saseru The sweat glands on his palms secrete a nitro-like sweat he can then detonate.

4 彼の編み出した"クラスター"には本人も知らない副作用があった かれのあみだした"クラスター"にはほんにんもしらないふくさようがあった kare no amidashita “KURASUTAA” ni wa honnin mo shiranai fukusayou ga atta The Cluster he devised had a side effect even he doesn’t know about.

5 汗を溜め玉として放出するこの技は掌の腺に多大な負担を強いる あせをためたまとしてほうしゅつするこのわざはてのひらのせんにただいなふたんをしいる ase wo tame tama to shite houshutsu suru no waza wa tenohira no sen ni tadai na futan wo shiiru This technique, which discharges his sweat as a ball, puts a huge strain on his palm glands.

6 勝ちを見据え腺に"玉"を溜め続けた結果 かちをみすえせんに"たま"をためつづけたけっか kachi wo misue sen ni “tama” wo tame tsudzuketa kekka As a result of his glands continuously accumulating balls of sweat in anticipation of victory,

7 "玉"は「別の出口」を求め体中から漏れ出す "たま"は「べつのでぐち」をもとめからだじゅうからもれだす “tama” wa 「bestu no deguchi」 wo motome karadajuu kara moredasu the ball seeks out another exit and leaks out from his whole body.

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1 全身からの爆破が ぜんしんからのばくはが zenshin kara no bakuha ga Explosions from my whole body

2 更なるスピードを齎していた さらなるスピードをもたらしていた saranaru SUPIIDO wo motarashite ita were bringing out even more speed.

3 体中が痛え からだじゅうがいてえ karadajuu ga itee I hurt all over my body

4 痛みん中でバトんのも癖ぇ見つけてバトんのも いたみんなかでバトんのもくせぇみつけてバトんのも itamin naka de BATOn no mo kusee mitsukete BATOn no mo Whether it was fighting while in pain or finding little habits and fighting (Note: “Finding little habits” refers to Izuku’s tendency to look for patterns, like with Katsuki’s “right...finger...feint” a few chapters ago.)

5 全部てめーが通った道だっけな ぜんぶてめーがとおったみちだっけな zenbu temee ga tootta michi dakke na that’s all the way you did things, huh. (Note: Literally, he says “all of that is the path you took.”)

6 なァ出久 なァいずく naA Izuku Hey, Izuku

7 俺まだ おれまだ ore mada Can I still

8 おまえに追いつけるかな おまえにおいつけるかな omae ni oitsukeru ka na catch up to you?

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1 何故苛立つのだ なぜいらだつのだ naze iradatsu no da Why am I getting irritated?

2 OFAを持たぬ一般人に ワン・フォー・オールをもたぬモブに WAN FOO OORU wo motanu MOBU ni By this extra who doesn’t have OFA?

3 何故僕は今焦っている⁉︎ なぜぼくはいまあせっている⁉︎ naze boku wa ima asette iru!? Why am I so anxious!?

4 ぶっ壊れろ‼︎ ぶっこわれろ‼︎ bukkowarero!! “Break the hell apart!!” (Note: This is flair I’m adding to a word that otherwise just means “break.”)

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1 あぁ… aa... “Ah...”

2 そーだ soo da “That’s right.”

3 いや… iya... “Nah...”

4 ま��… maA... “well...”

5 出会い方があんなでよ… であいかたがあんなでよ… deai kata ga anna de yo... “with the way we met...”

6 色々クソみてーな頃だったし いろいろクソみてーなごろだったし iroiro KUSO mitee na goro datta shi “there was a bunch of shit happening then, and”

7 なんとなく言う機会なくなってったんだけど…… なんとなくいうきかいなくなってったんだけど…… nantonaku iu kikai nakunattettanda kedo...... “somehow I didn’t have the chance to say it, but......”

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1 俺 おれ ore “I”

2 サイン欲しかったんだよなぁ サインほしかったんだよなぁ SAIN hoshikattanda yo naa “wanted your autograph.”

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1 有志の気象情報によりますと　先程まで快晴だった関東・中部・関西地方ですが ゆうしのきしょうじょうほうによりますと さきほどまでかいせいだったかんとう・ちゅうぶ・かんさいちほうですが yuushi no kishou jouhou ni yorimasu to  sakihodo made kaisei datta Kantou・Chuubu・Kansai chihou desu ga “According to the weather information from volunteers, until a while ago, the Kantou, Chuubu, and Kansai regions were fine, but”

2 急激な温度上昇が起こり気象に乱れが生じているとのことです きゅうげきなおんどじょうしょうがおこりきしょうにみだれがしょうじているとのことです kyuugeki na ondo joushou ga okori kishou ni midare ga shoujite iru to no koto desu “apparently there has been a sudden rise in temperature and a weather disturbance is occurring.”

3 雨でも降るのかしら あめでもふるのかしら ame demo furu no kashira “I wonder if it will rain.”

4 先の戦いを擦っているだけじゃない… さきのたたかいをなぞっているだけじゃない… saki no tatakai wo nazotte iru dake ja nai... “Weren’t you just wearing yourself down in that last fight...”

5 何故勝てると思った？ なぜかてるとおもった？ naze kateru to omotta? “so why do you think you can win?”

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1 僕たちは準備した ぼくたちはじゅんびした boku-tachi wa junbi shita “We prepared.”

2 魔王の身体は完成した ラスボスのからだはかんせいした RASUBOSU (kanji: maou) no karada wa kansei shita “The body of the last boss (read as: demon king) was completed.”

3 理解したか？この先は りかいしたか？このさきは rikai shita ka? kono saki wa “Do you understand? From here on,”

4 "敵"の物語だ "ぼくら"のものがたりだ “bokura” (read as: VIRAN/teki) no monogatari da “is the story of us (read as: villains/enemies).”

5 あの子雨嫌いなんだよねぇ… あのこあめきらいなんだよねぇ… ano ko ame kirai nanda yo nee... “That kid hates rain...”

6 心臓がーーーーー しんぞうがーーーーー shinzou ga---- “His heart----”

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tagline 道半ばでーー… みちなかばでーー… michinakaba de---... Midway through---...

[niqhtlord01]

Humans are weird: The wish of the butcher ( Don’t forget to come see my on my new patreon and support me for early access to stories and personal story requests :D https://www.patreon.com/NiqhtLord )

The Xuvails were a species of paradoxes.

With one hand they held technological superiority the likes of which no other species could match. They could shatter continents and rearrange them as easily as a child would move mounds of sand on the beach. Disease was nothing to them as their hospitals had developed a cure for ever infection, pathogen, plague, or genetic defect that had ever stained the face of the galaxy. Even their more mundane devices utilized such complex power supplies that one of their generators the size of a fingernail could power a battleship for at least ten years.

Yet for all this technological wonder it had twisted and warped their perspective of themselves and their place in the universe. For in the other hand they were snide, narcissistic, crude, and outright hostile to any of the other species they deemed lesser than themselves. Which was a problem for the rest of the universe as the Xuvails considered every other species lesser.

Many species attempted to negotiate and open a dialogue with them to share their wealth of knowledge for the betterment of all, yet each attempt ended in failure. Xuvails closed their borders to all and would only interact with others through one method. A cruel and barbaric tournament they called “Cha’vat Nig Rout”, which translated to “Tournament of Wishes.”

Each year the Xuvails would open their borders for several thousand sentient’s. These contestants would represent their civilizations and if they won the Xuvails would share a portion of their knowledge with them until the next tournament. Additionally, if champion completed this tournament, defeating all of the other challengers and the Xuvails’s own champion, then that contestant would be given one request that the Xuvails would grant.

The tournament was a bloodbath of carnage and savagery. Each contestant fought round after round of ruthless gladiatorial combat against each other in a variety of different settings, all for the Xuvails’s amusement. They saw it as a chance to watch the lesser species in their native states to highlight how superior they were to the rest of them.

Despite several years of running though no contestant had ever defeated the Xuvails champion; massive warrior named “Throg”. So no species ever benefited from their knowledge, let alone have their champions wish granted.

That was until the year a recently discovered species called “Humanity” entered the tournament.

No one had heard of them before. They had only recently developed inter system travel, and even then it still had a fifty-fifty chance of exploding after exiting back into system. The only things that were known were that they had strong warriors and even hardier stomachs.

At first the Xuvails did not see anything special in the humans. They were but one amongst thousands fighting and dying for their amusement. This continued as the tournament progressed to the half-way point when they started taking a closer interest in them.

Many of the species were developed for combat with thick hides, razor sharp teeth and claws, and several layers of vision ranging from thermal to sonar. Yet despite all of these odds stacked against them the human champion had crushed all opposition earning them the title of “Butcher”.

This human warrior caved in the head of a Raken with a stone, sliced open the belly of a Grek and used the stomach acid to dissolve the exoskeleton of a Yullen that had been stalking him the entire match. They had even pulled off the near impossible feat of besting a Jaskar by removing a power cell of a plasma rifle, overcharging it, then forcing the device down the Jaskar’s throat before it detonated.

As the tournament neared the finals and only ten champions remained to face each other and then Throg, the Xuvails’s interviewed each of them and asked what their wishes would be.

Some said power, others wished for a world of their own, many said unlimited wealth and desirable partners; and then came the human.

“What do you wish for?” the Xuvails host asked dramatically to the camera.

The human looked at the host through the visor of and then at the camera.

“I want to see my daughter again.”

Whatever the host had been expecting this certainly was not it for someone named “Butcher”.

“She was very sick and needed medication to survive, but the meds were so expensive.” The butcher continued. “So I joined the military. They promised she’d get medical treatment for my service.”

“So you want us to send you home to her?” The host replied mockingly. “What, does you species not even have stable transports?”

The small audience of Xuvails’s laughed but the human stood silent.

“She died while I was off fighting.” He replied and the laughter died away.

“I want you to bring her back. I want you to give her a healthy life, a life that I could not give her and let her live it to the fullest.”

This response was a first for the host. Never before had someone asked such a selfless request before.

“Well….we certainly would want that.” The host mumbled as they tried to regain their composure.

“You can grant that, right?” the human pressed. “You can bring her back from the dead? You’re smart enough to do that, right?”

Looking around for several seconds the Xuvails host coughed and then patted the human on the back. “Of course we can; but only if you win our amazing tournament.”

The crowd applauded but deep down each of them knew that even they had yet to surpass death. Now though that they had claimed that they had they were backed into a corner and felt their prideful image was in danger.

If the human won and realized their wish could not be granted, the entire universe would see them not as the gods they had portrayed themselves as. Many thought that it was still a longshot given that no one had ever defeated their champion.

So the tournament progressed and after nine bloody matches only the human remained to fight the champion. Rather than risk their champion losing, the Xuvails leaders rigged the final match with their champion.

At the height of the match after hours of continuous fighting, the human stood ready to deliver the final blow they stopped. Grasping at their chest, the human toppled over and died before he could finish off his foe leaving the Xuvails crowds cheering at yet another victory of their people. Little did they know that several Xuvails scientists had installed sonic devices around the ring that when activated trigger a humans heart to experience what they called a “heart attack”.

In a rare act for the Xuvails, they agreed that in honor of the first species to come so far they would share their knowledge with humanity. At least that is what they said to the wider galaxy. To the Xuvails’s it was in reality a mark of shame for not having been able to grant the human champion’s wish if he had won.

[nova--spark]

So me being picky as hell, Plasmaclaw now has a brand new design !

Because my boy needs to look beautiful

TF OC : Plasmaclaw and Ghost

Plasmaclaw was from Eukaris, and was gifted in the skills of solid light sculpting, for which he had a love for.

Had war not come, perhaps he would have pursued the art further. But his skills as an assassin were necessary for his people and his own survival.

Equipped with a bladed tail, Energon claws , cloaking mechanisms and 5 remote drones who could be detonated as bombs, EMPs and more, Plasma was a great asset. Yet, though his skills as an assassin were great, it was not what called to him.

Heir apparent to his clan, Plasma would abdicate his would be throne upon the day of his ascension. This was a choice that caused turmoil in his clan, wherein his own spark-sibling, Frostclaw, raised her weapons against him.

He left her blinded in one optic, before leaving Eukaris altogether.

In time, he found himself under service of the Autobots, who offered him a haven from what he ran from, but reached an agreement. He would no longer provide support as an assassin, but rather as a recon specialist.

On Earth, his help was vital for searching for Energon deposits and other vital intel across enemy lines at times.

One such mission did however separate Plasmaclaw from his recon drone, of which he had assumed to be lost when its signal went offline.

Months later, while investigating a new and fluctuating Energon signal, he was surprised when the absent drone came back online and signaled to him.

What he would find was the drone, with now a higher level of sentience, had been residing in the home of a very unique human, one who stood in legs clearly made of Cybertronian metals and seemed quite apprehensive of his presence.

Come to learn, his scout now went by the name of Ghost, a moniker gifted to him by the young human woman, Anthea.

Choosing to remain in the custody of Anthea and with Plasma's approval, Ghost was left to live in relative peace.

That was until, the Energon signal Plasma had been tracking spiked suddenly, and Ghost reignited his emergency beacon once more in a desperate plea of help.

As things progressed, Plasma would find out after offlining a Decepticon scout that had caused the emergency beacon, the Maximal would stay with Anthea as he searched for the Energon signal.

He got his answer sooner than expected.

Anthea was the signal, and Plasma, wanting to ensure her safety, would keep her secret, till circumstances regarding the nature of Anthea's Energon-Blood made him contact high command.

On orders from Optimus, Plasmaclaw was now to reside with Anthea as her guard, especially knowing now that a human who's body had assimilated Energon would be dangerous if people were to find out.

In addition, he underwent the capability to have a 3rd form, a Harley Davidson bike, so to easily blend in , as a large panther was not easy to hide.

Turbulent waters were had for a while, as Anthea was not keen on the glorified babysitter at first.

But, with time, Plasma and Anthea grew to have a bond of a big brother and little sister.

One which they both appreciate, and was a welcome change to the insanity of their lives.

[kalevalakryze]

Firebird

Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Ahsoka (TV) Pairings: Shin Hati/ Sabine Wren Characters: Sabine Wren, Shin Hati, Ahsoka Tano, Ezra Bridger, Hera Syndulla, Ghost Crew 2.0,  Warnings: Major Character Injury, Near Death Experiences, Explosions Notes: For Whumptober Day  16 and @sabineweek Day 2 Prompts: “Would you lie with me and just forget the world?” | Gurney | Flatline | “Don’t go where I can’t follow.” + Icarus Word Count: 3,571 AO3 Link: Here!

“Sabine, they’ve got TIE’s taking off.” Ezra’s voice rushed over comms, voice strained from exertion from whatever fight he’d gotten himself into.

“Copy that, do we have eyes on which shuttle is carrying the Lieutenant?” The Mandalorian dropped her rangefinder and rose her eyes to the sky, boot pressed firmly against an incapacitated trooper’s throat where she’d engaged on the rooftops. 

“It will be the one with a burn across the third quadrant of its left wing.” Shin followed, and while her voice was much calmer than Ezra’s, Sabine could feel the strain of her altercation across their bond in the force, feel the ebb and flow of the force where Shin used its power to keep plastoid covered troopers off of their closing position, flowing so freely beside Ezra’s that despite the odds being against them, they moved like a finely oiled machine. 

“On it,” Sabine cast her fuel gauge a wary look, there was just enough in her tanks that she might be fine, and from the screaming of a TIE fighter arcing through the air, she knew there was no time to top off at the Ghost. A TIE swirled overhead, left wing sparking and burning from a lightsaber having cut through it on takeoff. 

“Kark it,” Sabine grumbled, tapping at her gauge with a shake of her head. “We ball.” The woman took to the sky smoothly, jet fuel sparking into a high flame as she dumped more to keep up with the fighter.

The Ghost soared through the sky, streaking past Sabine and offering her a chance to grab on to Chopper’s head to save some fuel as fire was concentrated against the shields and engines to slow down the surviving Imperial’s ascent. 

Before the Ghost could pull away, Sabine was throwing herself from the ship’s hull, fingers brushing out as her jetpack sputtered, wrapping around one of the handles poking out past the hull to yank her weight against it, boots scrambling to push against the durasteel, hooking into the space in between ports to keep herself steady.

“Sabine, you need to hurry!” Hera called, exasperated as she pitched the ghost to the side, rolling out of the way just a hair away from the path of plasma as the TIE opened fire. 

“Work in progress, Hera!” Sabine shouted into her comms, hooking her fingers into the latch of the tie to stabilize before she could dig through a pouch on her belt, revealing her stack of the newest mixture of thermal detonators and the dye packs attached to the explosives. “Hello, beautifuls.” She breathed, fingers ghosting over the neatly stacked explosives. 

Piling them into a fistful, Sabine started planting them each, using the force to sail them across to the inside supports of the fighter’s wings, lining the hatch with enough to blow the top and settling the last couple against the engines, just in case somehow, the hull would survive. 

They rose closer to the upper atmosphere, Sabine’s helmet automatically clicking itself shut and releasing pressure to adjust. “Hey guy, I don’t have freefloating in space on my bucket list for the year,” She grumbled, making quick work of getting her charges set. 

“Sabine!” Several panicked voices hollered her names, staticy over comms the further she got out of range. The Mandalorian’s head shot to the side in time to watch an X-Wing swing in for a strafing run, she didn’t know the pilot, and wasn’t linked into their comms, but she could hear Hera on their open channel, ripping in to the pilot to get them to stop. 

It was too late, however, plasma scorched through the air, singing the air with a heavy smell of ozone. Sabine watched the blue lasers arc towards her before the Ghost could sweep in to incapacitate the fighter. Her legs moved too slow when she pushed off the hull, body turning as she fired up her jetpack, propelling herself away from the fighter half a second before the lasers struck the TIE and ignited her charges. 

Sabine’s head turned in time to watch the colorful, fiery explosion behind her; at least it looked as cool as she figured it would, she’d have to make sure she saved the clip in her helmet to watch later. 

Her jetpack sputtered mid flight, dropping her right into the path of the first shockwave. She didn’t have much chance to see the TIE go down, when paint speckled across her visor and then she was sent into a freefall, the resounding shockwaves hitting her like brick walls with a personal agenda against her existence. 

She was floating in a limbo of dizzy and peaceful, limbs too heavy to move, and her eyelids felt glued shut with weight pressing into her eye sockets to keep her from opening them.

There was a bustle of activity floating into her ears, fading like her grip on the world around her. She wanted to snap at all the people moving around her. Couldn’t they tell she was trying to sleep? A loud, persistent beeping ground away at her nerves, but she was useless in willing her body to shut off whatever alarm was going off.

The beeping grew higher in pitch, there were no breaks in the thudding tone it had carried before. At least the movement in the room seemed to cease, a pin could drop in the silence and bated breath of every body in the room.

Finally, some peace and quiet. Now she could get some sleep.

“Sabine.” There was a distortion in the voice that called out to her, warbling through the very core of her being, through the will of the force. Shin’s voice rang in the notes of their bond, scratchy and deep, but the other voice, the notes she could pick out, a tone she’d only heard in her dreams, a voice and a face she was terrified of forgetting, that had been harder and harder to pick out every day.

She wanted to snap her eyes open, to fly out of bed and run into her buir’s arms, to do something but the stones inside of her skin wouldn’t give her a chance to budge. 

“Don’t go where I can’t follow, me’suum’ika.” Shin’s voice sounded strained, and too far away, like their bond was growing stagnant in Sabine’s indecision. Fingers wrapped around her hand, warm where they sparked against the unbeaten pulse point against her wrist. “You promised,” Their voice wavered with emotion that they fought to keep concealed, Sabine hadn’t heard that tone since they’d gotten her back from the Bandits. 

Promises meant more to Shin than even their connection to the force, Sabine knew that better than anyone, and well… She intended to keep her word. Clan Wren would still be waiting for her, at the end; The Manda would not go anywhere, the cosmic force would still connect all beings, but if she walked out on Shin now… What kind of Mandalorian would she be? Surely not one who deserved to join her people in the afterlife they’d all strived for.

Sabine stopped struggling to see Ursa, there was no where she could go where her mother would not be able to reach, and if the unthinkable happened and she did somehow forget the timber of her voice or the sharpness of her face, she knew there were hundreds of others walking across the galaxy who would be more than happy to help her remember.

Shin’s hand started to slip from Sabine’s palm; She couldn’t move to reach out for them like she wanted, she didn’t want them to leave her either, didn’t want to see someone else give up on her. Someone was crying, voices were murmuring, she could hear the charge of shock paddles-

The first beep of the heart monitor was hard won, an exhaustive struggle that had the same reaction in the room as the flatline. Oxygen forced back into her lungs painfully, and warm fingers brushed against her pulse point once more, squeezing at her wrist to feel the next thud of her heart in her veins themselves. The tension in the room was cut with each thud and each successful breath, pain reigniting in her body in the feeling of broken bones and half sealed abrasions.

“Better,” She could hear the relief in Shin’s voice as their fingers interlocked with the limpness of her own, squeezing her hand even as the activity picked back up around them.

Ahsoka’s presence washed over her in their own bond, another string that she’d familiarized herself with, the calm soaring feeling that came with each interaction the Master and Apprentice shared through their woven destinies. 

“Prep her for the bacta tank,” A medic called out, unfamiliar voice ringing in her ears as cold gloved hands started touching her, though from the warmth seeping into her hand, she was able to rest easy knowing no one had moved Shin, at least until after the calm and quiet suggestion of sleep that had been passed through their bond, and the promise that she would wake up on the other side… eventually.

There was no way to gauge how much time had passed, but every now and then, Sabine would gain an awareness of the real world happening around her. Of Shin’s back pressed into the cool glass of her bacta tank, steadfast in their post as her protector. 

“Shin, she won’t wake up anytime soon,” Ahsoka’s voice floated through the void, in her mind’s eye, Sabine could make out the vision of Ahsoka stepping into the medbay, arms crossed over her chest and a carefully impassive look on her face; Ahsoka learned just as fast as Sabine had that Shin didn’t like sympathies, but she also knew that if Ahsoka’s distaste of Shin’s actions showed, the Gray Apprentice would close themselves off further and often turn to violence to defend their actions or beliefs. 

“You need to go take care of yourself,” Sabine could hear the lightness of the Togruta’s footsteps as she came to a stop in front of the tank, could feel piercing blue eyes on her suspended form, as if Ahsoka knew that Sabine had some awareness of the world around her. 

“I will not leave,” Shin was closed off to them visually, she could not find a way to bring some vision of the other woman to her eye, though she assumed, from the unease rolling off of Ahsoka and the concern in her tone, that her wolf wasn’t doing the best with her incapacitation. This must have been an argument the two force-sensitives found themselves in often, as Shin’s voice curbed on dangerous, the air Sabine could not feel filling with the tension of a hand curling around a saber hilt. 

“There is no reason to fight, Shin,” Ahsoka called, calling for calm across their own unstable bond; Her second apprentice varied greatly to the Mandalorian, and Ahsoka had never been able to determine if it had been Baylan’s teachings, or the influence of her time with the bandits that had them so willing to fight in a situation it did not call for. “She isn’t going to like waking up and seeing you like this.”

“Then it will not be the worst thing I have done to her.” They replied, and while there wasn’t a hint of regret, their tone took on something somber that Sabine wasn’t a fan of. The Mandalorian could feel the brush of their muddled presence, reaching out to the anchor point of their bond, to the scar that entwined them together forever. 

Drifting off to the comfortable thrum of their force bond being brushed against, Sabine was only half aware of the Togruta sweeping defeatedly from the medbay. 

Consciousness did not find Sabine when they emptied the bacta tank and pulled her from it, nor did it find her as she was cleaned up and reassessed, as what wounds were left had been set to heal on their own, with minimal medical interference, now that her body would need to fight on its own once again, enjoying her quiet limbo over the thought of returning her active mind to the real world.

The first time her eyes opened in weeks she was met with dim lights and near silence. 

Bandages wrapped firmly around her abdomen, criss crossing against her back where the jetpack had burned and shrapnel had made homes in her skin, now almost entirely healed after her extended nap. Sabine gave her muscles an experimental flex to ensure she could still move, fingertips touching and toes wriggling under the warm blankets; someone must have just recently changed the thin hospital sheets for ones straight from the warmer. Her movement brought the reminder of pain, aggravating sore muscle under the haze of protection offered by the medicine pumping through her IV.

Tired golden eyes scanned the rest of the room next. There was a raw set of armor, seemingly fresh from a forge, stacked in a corner next to weapons crates, where she could see Westar power cells placed carefully on top of the locked containers, and a newer model of a jetpack she couldn’t recall the name of leaning up against it all. 

Shin was settled into a hard-backed chair shoved right up against her cot, knees pulled up to their chest and a datapad sitting against them, fingers idly swiping along a document that Sabine couldn’t focus her gaze on. Her wolf looked exhausted, Sabine couldn’t tell how much of the darkness around her eyes was eye makeup, or bags from lack of sleep. Their hair was in disarray, even the braid carefully tied and sitting at their collarbone seemed frayed and rushed, as if  tying it had been a mere afterthought to something more important. 

The armor strapped to their arms and legs was filthy, burns scorched across unpainted metal and deep groves went unfilled, a state Shin hadn’t even let become of themselves when they’d all been stranded on Peridea. 

The only indication Sabine had that they’d showered or changed clothes even once since they’d gone after Thrawn’s contact had been the dark blue of Ahsoka’s tunic bunched up around their torso, leaving their bare arms on display (which, Sabine would never complain about, if only Shin wasn’t wearing gauntlets and pauldrons strapped tight to her bicep), and the way pants so clearly borrowed from Ezra were tied tight around her waist, bunched up and stuffed into her boots with their greaves strapped awkwardly around the extra fabric. 

“You look like Bantha shit,” The Mandalorian croaked tersely, wincing at the feeling of glass in her dried out throat. Silver eyes flashed to meet her open eyes immediately, the datapad clattering to the floor in the scramble of their legs to push outwards to turn themselves to face her.

“You look dead,” Their voice sounded as equally rough as Sabine’s own, bringing a teasing smile to tug at the purple haired woman’s lips. 

“What, didn’t-” A dry cough rattled her chest, she only managed to turn her head to the side to cough into the pillow, her arms still felt like they were full of beskar. “Didn’t have anything nice to say to anyone? Didn’t say anything at all?” It was meant to be tasing, but the pull of their lips into what little resemblance of a pout they would allow answered enough. 

“I’ll go get the medic.” They stood sourly to pick up the datapad, tossing it into the seat they’d been occupying for gotal’ad knows how long. 

Sabine finally reached out, atrophied muscles protesting even as her fingers latched around the cold metal of their wrist. “Wait…” 

They did, turning to glower at them with a rage that had too much vulnerability under the surface, weakness they did not want the Mandalorian to be privy too, even if she could feel it in the knot of burnt out nerves in her abdomen. “Would you lay with me, and just… forget the world a minute? Ten out of ten recommend.” 

Shin’s weight shifted between their feet uncomfortably, even as Sabine forced herself to move, to make room in the hospital bed that felt both too big and too small. “You need the medic,” They insisted, but it wasn’t a denial of the offer; Shin looked exhausted, and the prospect of laying down seemed enough that they’d be willing to let Sabine get away with just a few more minutes without being poked and prodded by medics. 

“I need you more right now, I’m not going anywhere,” She let go of their wrist, hoping the invitation was  enough to keep them around. IVs and wires were moved too carefully when they’d finally relented, though Sabine could feel the tightness in their muscles ease as their head dropped back against her pillow.

Shin was laying ramrod straight next to her, as if moving would break her, afraid to do anything that could hurt her what a softie, stabbing people one day, then playing statue to avoid inconveniencing them almost two years down the line.. 

“C’mere, Kurs’kaded.” Another grunt of exertion as she forced her arms to move, though they were quick in how they turned to cave into the touch the minute Sabine offered, tucking themselves up into her side as their face found their spot in the crook of her neck, fisting the fabric of the uncomfortable shirt in their fists as their nose crinkled. 

“You don’t smell right,” They complained in a quiet whisper, bringing a tired giggle from the older woman.

“Plenty of time to fix that later, doubt anyone’s been able to nail my skin care routine during my nap,” Sabine’s fingers brushed through their hair, relaxing more and more with how their shoulders eased and the way the force around them felt like it started to clear. “Speaking of naps…”

“You need a medic,” But their voice was already thick with sleep, breath soft where it began to even out against Sabine’s neck, the offer of safety in the arms they’d been missing for so long too enticing; they couldn’t remember the last time they’d slept. 

“You spent so long watching after me, let me return the favor, just for a bit.. Someone will come along eventually.” It didn’t take Shin long at all to nod off with the promise, and the press of her fingers against Sabine’s scar to ground themselves to her life probably wasn’t detrimental to assuring her of the Mandalorian’s survival either. 

“You’re awake,” Sabine’s attention was pulled from the sleeping blonde for the first time in hours, stopping her thousandth trace of the constellations craved across their skin in beauty marks and freckles. 

“Or you’re just tripping really hard right now,” Sabine teased in a quiet whisper, watching Ahsoka as the woman moved to lower herself quietly into the seat closest to her. 

Ahsoka’s lips pursed, clearly fighting a smile as her hand came to rest on the open space of the mattress between them, itching towards touching Sabine to verify for herself just how alive her Apprentice was. Sabine gave a quiet, fake dramatic sigh as she brought her hand down to rest overtop of Ahsoka’s, much smaller than the Togruta’s as she curled her fingers around the older woman’s. “What did you guys even do while I’ve been out?”

“Well… Some of us-” Her eyes flickered to Shin before coming back to Sabine with a knowing look. “Waited for you to come back.” 

Sabine offered a nod of her head in understanding as she bought her other hand from Shin’s hair to rub circles into their back. “What about everyone else?”

“Mmm. Ezra and I handled the Imperial cell; There were whispers of a New First Order, but it doesn’t seem as if they’re organized enough, not after our last round of strikes.” Ahsoka shifted, hand slipping from Sabine’s to fill the empty canteen that had been sitting, just out of reach, toppled over when Sabine had reached for it in the force, too weak to grab it with her abilities, and too disappointed when she’d found it empty.

Water was filled and passed over gratefully, as quietly as possible to avoid disturbing the slow, heavy breathing from the slumbering wolf; the only reaction they had to Sabine gulping down water was to press their face closer to the movement of her throat and to slip under her shirt, chasing the warmth that had been steadily rising in the older woman’s skin. 

“How are you feeling?” Ahsoka asked at last as she returned to her chair, taking the canteen when Sabine had finally finished with it. 

“I’m not going anywhere for a hot minute, if that’s what you’re asking,” Sabine promised, knowing that she had zero intention of almost dying any time soon, and that she doubted she’d find a return to the battlefield for at least a month while she figured out the limits her wrecked body could handle.

“Next time, don’t push yourself so hard. It was a close one,” 

“You’re one to talk.”

“Sometimes, the student teaches the Master, you know.” Ahsoka’s facial marking rose with the knowing smirk she offered, before she shook her head and rose. “You should get more rest while you can, I’m sure the medics will come to check on you once they believe Shin is asleep and won’t attack them again.”

“.... again?...” 

“Go back to sleep, Sabine,” 

[sw5w]

Tkk-Tkk-Tkk-Tkk-Tkk-Tkk-Tkk!

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 00:14:54

[halobirthdays]

Happy birthday to Spartan Samuel-034!

Today is his -488th birthday!

Sam was born on Harvest and identified by Dr. Catherine Halsey as an ideal candidate for the SPARTAN-II program. Like the other candidates, he was kidnapped and brought to Reach for training and augmentation. Early in his training, he was paired up with John-117 and Kelly-087. They failed their first training exercise due to John running ahead of them and leaving them behind. They learned a lesson in teamwork and Sam asked to be friends, becoming the formative iteration of Blue Team. After augmentation, Sam emerged as the tallest and strongest of the SPARTAN-IIs.

On Eridanus Secundus, Blue Team grew, this time with the addition of Fred-104 and Linda-058. It was their first mission together and a success, but things would quickly change.

After the Covenant attack on Harvest--Sam's homeworld--the UNSC changed the priority of the SPARTAN program from Insurrectionists to the alien threat. The Spartans were debriefed and sent to retrieve their MJOLNIR armor on the Commonwealth immediately. However, the frigate was attacked by the Covenant, and Blue Team responded after donning their armor. Their plan was to plant Anvil missiles in the ship's engine room and detonate them, destroying the ship and its passengers.

There, they encountered their first Covenant combatants ever-- Kig-Yar soliders. A Kig-Yar fired a plasma bolt into Sam's armor as he attempted to protect John, breaching his vacuum suit. Realizing that Sam would not be able to retreat into space with the rupture in his suit, John ordered him to stay and defend the engine room. He remained, killing many Kig-Yar single-handedly before the ship exploded.

Sam's death devastated his team and the rest of the SPARTAN-IIs, marking the first death since augmentations. For Kelly, his death was a sobering reminder that the Spartans, while the best the UNSC had to offer, were not invincible. For John, it served as proof that the Covenant could be killed, although he blames himself for Sam's demise.

Years later, Blue Team still carries Sam's memory with them, and John would go on to use his name and number as the passwords to the Weapon's deletion routine, demonstrating that over three decades later, John's first friend is still fresh on his mind.

[askvectorprime]

Dear vector prime

In transformers devastation the stunticon limb bots ate present for combining with motormaaster however aren't encountered by the present autobots elsewhere

Whatvwas importent enough for the stunticon limbs to not be present until menasor was needed

Dear Automobile Absentee,

Megatron believed that Motormaster was much more likely to survive the potential detonation of the unstable Plasma Core than any of his subordinates. To lessen the risk of losing such a valuable weapon as Menasor to the Core's explosion, Megatron chose to hold the Stunticons in reserve until it became clear that Motormaster could not defeat the Autobot forces alone.

[s-0236-salix]

It sits, chained to the floor in the center of a soaking, mildewed concrete chamber.  The faint glow of the machine's system lights cast a flickering radiance across the slick floor and walls, the only light to be had.  It shifts its frame, restless and uneasy as always.

It was meant to be above, in the infinite grey sky, wings stretched freely abroad, engines sending it towards its' fate.  It was made to be a messenger.  A modern day carrier pidgeon, it was made to carry sensitive intelligence from point to point, along the battlefront and back home again.  Anyone can hear a radio signal.  No matter how well encrypted your transmissions are, you are still painting your message across the stars for all to receive and decipher.

In this prison, it can still hear these calls.  Local transmissions from the fight above, weakly scattered down into the vaults below.  One channel, a weather forecast.  Another, the sharp tones of an encrypted signal.  Yet another, a different signal.  The machine's systems recognized the signal header, and began to decode real-time.  Nothing.  A keyed microphone, with no one on the other end.  Wait... breathing? Faint, labored breathing.  Distant gunfire.  A prayer.  It listened.  It saved the recording.  Perhaps one day it can deliver this message. 

It had just been made before the factory above was taken by the foe.  The enemy chained it to a slab, and activated it.  Perhaps they hoped to interrogate it, but all they received for their efforts were banshee screams and claw marks from the raging machine.  Into the vault it was tossed, to listen and wait.

A new peak on the radio spectrogram.  It tuned, only to be met with massive, roaring static.  The loudest signal it had ever caught.  Louder still it grew, far above the limiters.  The sound clipped itself and started to overheat the machine's radio module.  Curls of smoke wafted into the air as electric currents were sympathetically churned to life in the machine's antennae, chassis, limbs, even the chains holding it began to glow red. 

The machine's wakefulness was no more.  The incoming radiation from whatever was happening on the surface had finally overwhelmed the bot's internal error correction.  Shortly thereafter, an unimaginable force shattered the bedrock deep below.

A detonation reworked the landscape above.  Tens of feet of soil, for miles around, was cast into the sunlight like dust from a drumhead.  Nuclear fire poured forth from the Long Compression warhead.  Fifteen pounds of radionuclides and light gas were converted entirely into energy, over the course of several seconds.  The nuclei themselves were burning.

The massive detonation deep underground threw millenia of stratified rock, tunnels, caves, buildings, and basements whole into the sky.  Including the lonely machine.

Vision.  Wakefulness.  Light.

Light?

It could see.  It was awake.  It was sunlit.

It stood and looked up into the cloud of aersolized stone.  It stood.  It... stood?  The chains.  The chains had been severed in the blast.  Ragged ends hung from its fuselage.  It was free. 

It could fly.

Engine diagnostic, both with no anomalies.  Ultrasonic integrity check - passed.  Shaft alignment check - under 1/1000 mil off center for both shafts.  Passed.  Fuel enrichment check - Hot and ready to go.

It started spooling up both engines.  Enhanced fissile processes in its core offered up a bounty of usable heat, flooding the transfer system with an inciting warmth.  Heat exchangers flash-cooked the atmosphere and directed its expansion down and back.  Thrust increased rapidly, stress arcing through its chassis and into the ground, where its leg claws braced tightly against the burgeoning thrust. 

Gossamer wings unfurled, stretching as they had never done before.  Drops of reflected starlight were cast, sliding down conductive wires used to bottle and direct the plasma.

28 kN.  56 kN.  112 kN.  336 kN.  The ground behind it turned to gas and then plasma from the onslaught of exhaust.  500 kN.  Clear.

In the blink of an eye, it was gone.  Atop a pillar of fallout she flew, borne aloft by the ingenuity of man.

Her mind raced.  Her mind was silent.  Every circuit in her body was perfectly at home and buzzing with life.  This is what she was meant to do. 

The force being fed into her chest carried her sharp body up toward the distant sun.  She had never flown before, but was in perfect control.  She dipped one wing tip, gently spinning herself around in a vortice of plasma, to see the scarred countryside below. 

[owenthetokencishet]

I played in a narrative campaign last week and it's given me all sorts of new lore for my space marine army :) Check THIS shit out!

Space Marines knew no fear, but captain Morrow was certainly bewildered. As she and her Iron Ravens fended off a pair of the heretics' blasphemous Defiler engines, she saw something land in the distance with a flashing light. A teleport homer! She guessed, our missives has been answered!

But nothing came.

Three other Astartes chapters and a Militarum regiment in the subsector and nobody could spare as much as a squad of Terminators.

The combustion of brother Salazar's jump pack brought her back into focus on the battle at hand. She steadied her bolt rifle and took aim at the Defiler's waist. The round from her boltgun cut straight through the weak hydraulics and detonated deep in the daemon engine's flesh. The defiler's torso toppled like a Varakan hardwood as its legs collapsed underneath.

Morrow turned her attention again to the beacon. It was starting to give her a headache. She heard a ringing in her ears and saw spots in her eyes. She'd felt this before. Oh no.

Shadow in the warp.

The heretic astartes screamed in agony as the ground began to tremble. The first chitinous tendrils of the Tyranid swarm appeared on the horizon. From all directions.

The second Defiler's plasma cannon backfired and its entire right hull exploded in a bloody mist. A squad of legionnaries camped out in the east ruins was overrun by a swarm of hormagaunts, their dying screams echoing out across every mind on the battlefield; A cabal of posessed astartes was atomized by a neurothrope; and a horde of neurogaunts scratched and chewed at the drop beacon. Hellblaster sergeant Victus stared a Lictor dead in the eyes, and the Lictor did nothing but stare back before scuttling away. Whatever they're here for, Morrow thought, it's not us.

Thank the Emperor.

"<kzzzt>raven Gunship Corax Temperesta calli<kzzzt> captain Morrow," she heard through vox.

"Loud and clear, Temperesta. What's the matter, Vandeen?"

"Orders intercepted from fleet command, captain. Reads: "Tyranid response significantly <kzzzzt> than expected. Ordering immediate orbital bombardment of designated lure zone. By order of Inquisitor Hester LeVizikan" Temperesta is en route to your current location and will <kzzzt>in seve<zzzt>." They're bombing the <kzzzzzzzzzzzt>field. They've <kzzzt> us t<kzzzzzzt> "

Space Marines knew no fear, but Captain Morrow was shocked.

"Brothers!" She bellowed, "We have been ordered to evacuate!"

Her marines glanced back at her, perplexed. She switched to battlefield vox.

"Orbital bombardment imminent. All forces converge on south tower. Get as high as you can and await evac. Corax Temperesta en route and arriving in seven minutes."

Seven minutes, she thought as she fired a bolt round through the skull of a Plaguebearer shambling towards her, the heretic forces are nearly annihilated, and the xenos are not... so far... attacking us. We can hold out for seven minutes. In one last hail of bolter and plasma fire, she and the remains of Hellblaster squad Damnos climbed aboard their Impulsor escort and sped towards the south tower.

Aboard the impulsor, captain Morrow surveyed the passing landscape; A bombed-out ruin of a once-thriving hive city. She saw in the middle distance passing by, another of those same bizarre beacons pierce the desolate ground. She saw that it was emitting some strangely-coloured gas, and bore an inquisitorial seal. Skull and crossbones; The Ordo Xenos. She watched as the xenos converged on the signal and try to tear it open.

Morrow felt nauseous as her mind committed the sin of questioning. What are those things? Why are the xenos only going after it? why are they leaving us alone? And where are the reinforcements we called for?

She checked the chonometer she set in her HUD. Five minutes. The impulsor came to a screeching halt at the base of a large ferrocrete tower bearing the fragmented remains of a once-pristine palatine aquila. She banged on the Impulsor's cockpit hatch.

"Top of the tower! Come on!" Morrow ordered.

"---|| {Response}: NEGATIVE ||--- ---|| {Explanation}: error. Safety of Iron Ravens vehicle: IMPULSOR - IRON HEART at risk. " replied techmarine Charan X-01.

"Leave it, we can get a new one. Do whatever last rites your kind need to do and get yourself to the top of the tower."

The reclusive techmarine closed his hatch again and began to pray.

She and her hellblaster escort met with Lieutenant Hawat's force, Intercessor squad Colliss and the famed Stern Third veterans, at the front gate, where they had been keeping watch.

"Captain," said the young lieutenant, "What is this? What's happening?"

"Inside!" She cried as a bleeding Hellbrute limped to the tower gate. She banged on the impulsor's hull. "Prayer time is over. Out! Now!"

The techmarine clambered out of the Impulsor as the Hellbrute aimed its meltagun straight at the machine's chapter badge. X-01 had timed a smokescreen to go off just as his boots hit the rubble and he and the Captain were lost to the daemon engine in a thick haze. they, and all the marines outside ran indoors and slammed the gate behind them.

Four Minutes.

She turned to lieutenant Hawat and answered his question.

"Our distress call was answered. By the Inquisition."

"Captain?"

"I don't know, Bran." she said. The marines climbed the stairs to the second floor. "The rest of you, push ahead. Command meeting."

The intercessors, hellblasters, and sternguard continued up the stairs.

"Take off your helmets," Captain Morrow ordered, "No tracking."

The two subordinates obeyed. The tube coming out of Charan's eye still bothered her, but she kept her composure.

"The only reason we even KNOW the bombardment is coming is because Temperesta INTERCEPTED a tight-beam vox communication across the Imperial fleet. We're not supposed to evacuate."

"You're disobeying an order from the inquisition?" Lieutenant Hawat exclaimed, "Captain, you are bordering on heresy. There are many who already want you burned as a heretic for your mere existence."

"I'm a space marine, they can take it up with my Primarch." she said, coldly.

"But Corax hasn't been seen since the scouring,"

Morrow stared frustratedly at her first lieutenant.

"Charan. Any guesses as to what those things are out there?" she asked the techmarine, pointing to another Ordo Xenos beacon being gnawed on by Rippers.

"---||{response}: UNCLEAR||--- ---||Possibilites: SEVERAL||--- ---||Speculation: [Pheremone emission device Evidence: organic compounds present in atmosphere surrounding devices. Sniffing sounds recorded from nearby XENOS: TYRANIDS bioforms.] [Speculation: Warp de-

A garbled vox-message from captain Morrow's helmet interrupted Charan's diatribe and promtpted Morrow to put her helmet back on.

"ATTACKING. I REPEAT, THE XENOS ARE ATTACKING. CAPTAIN, RESPOND."

Three minutes.

"Gravis squad Gilvane, status." Morrow replied.

"<kzzzzzzzzzzzzt> heavy casualties <kzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt> only survivor <kzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt>AYSIN COLE, REMEMBER ME<kzzzzzzzzzzzzzt>"

As if on cue, the xenos rammed themselves at the front gate, and the marines ran. By the third floor captain Morrow and her subordinates had caught up to the infantry. They made it to the fifth floor when a Gargoyle broke through a solid plasteel window and mauled hellblaster sergeant Victus before being blown apart by brother Henrix's bolt rifle. They heard the scratching of gaunts and rippers climbing the buildings outer walls and the chittering of more bioforms below. Brother Kyrien threw every grenade he had down towards the oncoming swarm.

"SUFFER NOT THE ALIEN TO LIVE!" he screamed as he emptied his whole clip.

"Hold your fire, brother!" Morrow barked. "Supply is limited! Save it for the shots that count!"

They kept climbing, letting those with enegry weapons cover their tail.

Two minutes.

on the roof, Morrow caught a brief glimpse to the beacon again and watched as a neurogaunt dragged a human brain out of its casing.

She heard a low mechanical scream coming from her right. The Redemptor Dreadnought Farren Undying charged towards the tower, crushing Tyranids beneath his feet. He wildly flung arms he didn't currently have, slamming his Ballistus lascannon across the skull of a Leaper. Morrow hated seeing her old mentor like this. She knew he wasn't going to last long entombed, every primaris marine knows a redemptor dreadnought is a slow and painful death sentence. Part of her was grateful for the extra time she had with him while he was still coherent, but another wondered if it wouldn't have been a greater kindness to let him die on Merenghast. But this is an unkind galaxy, she assured herself, Even in death, we still serve.

The tyranids scrambled up the tower walls and Morrow's troops took position on the roof's edge and opened fire at the hordes below.

"ONE MINUTE 'TIL EVAC, BROTHERS!" Morrow cried, "HOLD THE LINE."

Intercessor Sergeant Vikram's bolt rifle ran dry, the hand carrying his bot plistol was torn off by a genestealer now overpowering him. Once it had a good grip on its prey, the creature bit sergeant Vikram's head off. Sternguard veteran Fenslor was shot by a parasite weapon that ate him from the inside out. Morrow heard the roar of jet engines fly overhead and saw the stormraven gunship 'Corax Temperesta' descending on their position. Half a second too late for brothers Henrix or Kyrien, Temperesta drove back the tyranids in a fire of lascannon and bolter fire before hovering level with the roof and opening its bay doors.

"Now! Now! Everybody aboard! Now! Let's go!" the other survivors from across the battlefield commanded to the astartes below.

All astartes on the roof ran for the gunship, shooting, slashing, or beating back whatever Tyranids made a grab for them. Once all the survivors were safely aboard, the pilot slammed the aircraft's bay doors shut in a crunch of alien chitin and climbed above the bombed-out skyline.

They were safe. A lot of good men died to get here, but we made it. we're okay.

"Deep-strike Sergeant Kallen reporting in, I hope you weren't planning on leaving without us."

"Kallen! You're alive!" Morrow exclaimed through vox.

"Don't sound so surprised."

Morrow removed her helmet and called up to the cockpit, "Open starboard bay door! We've got survivors incoming!"

The light of jump pack engines arose from the ruined streets as sergeant Kallen's Intercessor squad flew up to join the evacuees. Five survivors joined them aboard temperesta. The gunship ran one last lap around the city's perimiter, scanning for any other survivors. They spotted on a crumbling buttress, Farren Undying.

"Larissa? Are we going back for the old captain?" Lieutenant Hawat asked captain Morrow.

She watched him down on the ground swinging his missile launcher wildly, flinging projectiles at random as a screamer-killer charged towards him. She turned away, and wiped a tear from her eye.

"Temperesta's damaged and overburdened as it is," she sniffled, "We'd be putting the rest of us at too great a risk."

Morrow put her helmet back on. Lieutenant Hawat could see that she clearly needed a minute and took charge. He climbed up to the cockpit,

"Leave the dreadnought. Our first priority is to the living."

Temperesta sealed all airlocks and ascended to orbit.

Morrow would naver dare show it in front of her troops, but she wept. She wanted to scream. There were too many unanswered questions and hurt feelings for even her transhuman mind to keep track of. What are those beacons for? Why did he have to die? Why weren't we told about the orbital strike? Why did it have to be now? Where was the hive-ship these xenos had to come from? They clearly responded, why didn't the imperium send reinforcements? WHY DID HE HAVE TO DIE?

Why has the Emperor forsaken me?

[cyborgdragongirl]

I love Warframe, so much.

The super fluid, only touch the ground to start another parkour sequence, the floor is lava, bouncing off walls and flying across rooms and down hallways style of movement.

The >utterly overwhelming< number of weapons available. Primaries range from bows (Paris, Dread) to rocket launchers (ogris) grenade launchers (penta, tonkor), a handheld laser cannon (opticor), spicy bows (Lenz and Bramma are both rocket launchers cosplaying as bows), an 18th century naval cannon (zarr), machine guns with a 200 round magazine (soma prime) and machine guns that get more accurate the longer you fire (Tenora my beloved), innately suppressed smg (baza). You want a chaining lightning gun that will kill the guy you’re aiming at, and the next two rooms of people via daisy chains? Amprex. if you need a tactical weapon for grouping enemies the Mutalist cernos shoots an arrow full of grabby tentacles that brings enemies together for group hugs. Do you need a rifle to hunt cthulu T-Rexes (eidolons)? Rubico (Prime) or, my favorite, Kuva Chakkhurr - a black powder musket that shoots moderately slow projectiles, high skill high reward, you land a shot, it’s gonna feel it. Here’s a goody - Tigris (Prime) - it’s a double barreled shotgun, with a duplex trigger - you squeeze the trigger, it fires one round, you release the trigger, it fires the second! really interesting to play with, though with the changes to shotgun status a few years ago it’s no longer the powerhouse it was, though quite potent. Phenmor is also one of my favorites, a precision semi auto rifle, land a couple headshots to charge it, and it evolves into an archgun (gun for mecha or exosuits, bigger, and badder) that’s basically a minigun. Corinth (prime) is cool, primary fire is crit based shotgun, alt fire shoots an air burst grenade you can manually detonate over enemies heads (prime version, regular corinth is locked at 20m detonation). Kohm is an auto shotgun that spoils up like a minigun, the higher the spool the more pellets it shoots, very ammo hungry, but man if it isn’t satisfying to point down a hallway and watch it fill with red mist. Astilla is a shotgun that shoots glass slugs that explode on impact. Arcs Plasmor shoots solid walls of energy. like straight up, point down hallway, and you shoot a bright blue (ur energy color) brick wall of plasma. you can’t miss. Simulor is a gun that shoots miniature black holes. Trumna charges it’s alt fire with the literal souls of the enemies you kill. Shedu and Bubonico are the weapon arm cannons of sentient (enemy robot faction) that we ripped off and stole.

secondaries are have a bit less variety, but we’ve still got oodles of goodies

Pandero, a pocket sniper rifle, this lil handcannon is hella accurate for reaching out to touch someone, and alt fire dumps the entire magazine in an automatic burst. Laetum is the cooler pandero, land a few headshots and it evolves into an automatic assault rifle. Lex (Prime) was my starchart clearing gun, back in the day. space deagle. Nukor (and it’s cooler older sister Kuva Nukor (Kukor)) are similar to the amprex in that they chain to enemies, however they also have the quirk of having the highest critical damage in the game, with the lowest critical chance. (there’s shenanigans you can do to force them to crit, making them devestating). Pyrana (Prime) is an auto shotgun, it’s got high spread and high rate of fire, but get in their face and drop mag and see the magic. Zakti (Prime) shoots small needles that explode in clouds of aoe gas after a moment, really good for priming status effects and swapping to melee or primary to take advantage of. Euphona Prime - look, i love it, it’s not great, you gotta build it exclusively for the slug firemode or for the shotgun fire mode. it’s really cool, you should try it if you can, but it’s solidly just okay. Sepulcrum feeds on the souls of its victims to power its alt fire, and it’s just a massive beefy fuckin pistol straight out of 40K. Tenet Spirex force procs impact, and with the hemorrhage mod you can guarantee you turn some of those impact procs into bleed procs for DOT damage. Athodai is straight up like retro sci-fi laser pistol, it shoots beams, and alt fire has a big burst of energy aoe in front of you. Twin Kohmak are like the kohm, but smaller, and akimbo, for pocket dakka. Twin Grakata MOAR DAKKA. A beloved meme gun in the warframe community. just two fuckin bullet hoses that will eat your ammo faster than you can find it. truly one of the guns of all time, and a joy to fire.

and don’t think for a moment i’m going to forget about melees lmao.

we got Nikanas (space katana - nikana (prime) , skiajati ), we got greatswords(Gram (prime), Galatine (prime)), we got throwing glaives(Glaive(prime) Xoris), we got gun blades (like think those bizarre renaissance era swords with guns built into the hilts? got it? yeah, those, but space-y. redeemer (prime), sarpa), we have claws (venka) , we have sword & board (silva & aegis) scythes (reaper prime), hammers (heliocor, jat kittag), dual blades up the wazoo, single daggers, dual daggers, fist weapons, fist and feet weapons, war fans (quassus, arum spinosa), staves (Bo, pupacyst), tonfa (kronen), a gigantic saw (ghoulsaw), rapiers (endura, ), blade & whips (atterax, lacera)