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[thepastisalreadywritten]

Earthquake Damage in Türkiye

8 February 2023

The magnitude 7.8 and 7.5 earthquakes that struck southern Türkiye and western Syria on 6 February 2023 caused widespread destruction in both countries.

The initial earthquake emanated from a fault 18 kilometers (11 miles) below the land surface.

The shallow depth meant the earthquake produced violent shaking that affected areas hundreds of kilometers from the epicenter.

The first quake was followed by a 7.5 magnitude event about nine hours later, as well as hundreds of smaller aftershocks.

As news of the event spread, scientists at space agencies around the world—including NASA—began processing and analyzing satellite data relevant to the event.

“These were very large and powerful earthquakes that ruptured all the way up to the surface over a long series of fault segments,” said Eric Fielding, a geophysicist at NASA’s Jet Propulsion Laboratory.

“This generated extremely strong shaking over a very large area that hit many cities and towns full of people. The rupture length and magnitude of the magnitude 7.8 earthquake was similar to the 1906 earthquake that destroyed San Francisco.”

The preliminary damage proxy map above shows parts of the cities of Türkoğlu, Kahramanmaraş, and Nurdaği.

Dark red pixels represent areas likely to have severe damage to buildings, homes, and infrastructure or changes to the landscape, while orange and yellow areas are moderately or partially damaged.

Each pixel measures about 30 meters across (about the size of a baseball infield).

The map is derived from data collected by the PALSAR-2 on the Advanced Land Observing Satellite-2 (ALOS-2) on 8 February 2023.

The satellite carries a synthetic aperture radar, a sensor that sends pulses of microwaves toward Earth’s surface and listens for reflections of those waves to map the landscape, including buildings.

By comparing the February 8 data to observations made by the same satellite before the earthquake (on 7 April 2021 and 6 April 2022), scientists tracked the changes and began to identify damaged areas.

The ALOS-2 data were provided by Sentinel Asia and analyzed by the Earth Observatory of Singapore - Remote Sensing Lab in collaboration with NASA Jet Propulsion Laboratory and Caltech.

“The map covers only the central part of the affected area due to the narrow, 70-kilometer swath of the ALOS-2 fine-beam data used, but it includes the epicenters of both the magnitude 7.8 main earthquake and the magnitude 7.5 aftershock,” said Fielding.

“Note that the time intervals between the ALOS-2 acquisitions are up to a year apart, so the accuracy of the damage proxy map may be lower in areas of vegetation, such as in the mountains, due to seasonal variations.”

Some of the areas marked as damaged in vegetated areas may not have been damaged, and some areas showing no damage in vegetated areas may be damaged.

Members of the disasters program area of NASA’s Earth Science Applied Sciences, as well as their national and international collaborators, are in the process of sharing the damage proxy map and the data used to generate it with organizations, such as the U.S. State Department, the California Seismic Safety Commission, Miyamoto Global Disaster Relief, and the World Bank.

The team is also participating in ongoing coordination calls hosted by the U.S. Agency for International Development to assess the needs of stakeholders in the region and provide scientific expertise to support risk assessment and recovery efforts.

“We’re monitoring this event closely,” said Shanna McClain, the manager of the program.

“In addition to mapping damage to the extent possible from satellites, we’re using satellites to track increased landslide risks, power outages, and weather that could pose challenges to response efforts.”

As new data become available, the team is posting near real-time imagery and data products related to the earthquake on its mapping portal.

NASA Earth Observatory images by Joshua Stevens, using Landsat data from the U.S. Geological Survey and ALOS-2 data from the Japan Aerospace Exploration Agency/JAXA and the Earth Observatory of Singapore Remote Sensing Lab.

Story by Adam Voiland.

[logansdoll]

chimichangas

part two of "jim beam"

CW: suggestive, profanity, Blind Al, takes place after the events of Deadpool 3, reader is going through some stuff, Logan is an animal, Wade is Wade, etc.

"I see you found my stash," Althea smirked, poorly pouring you another glass of whiskey as you sat down at the table.

"Sorry," you sighed, taking a swig. "If I'd known you could tell, I would've asked."

She cocked a brow with a smirk, and you let out a half-hearted chuckle.

She could read you surprisingly well for a blind woman.

"Yeah, no, I wouldn't."

She smiled as she poured herself her own drink, but when the silence settled, she could tll your expression had fell.

"All right, what's on your mind?" she sighed, almost like an order as she pulled up a chair.

You scoffed.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"It may have been a while since I've actually talked woman to woman, but I can still tell when something's up," she nodded, taking a sip from her glass. "And judgin' by the way you're downin' that drink, I'd say it's man troubles."

You nearly choked on your liquor, and she let out a quiet chuckle.

"Of course not. It's not him at all," you quickly assured, not wanting the woman to get the wrong idea. "Logan has been amazing. And if anything... it's me troubles."

She smiled, attempting to reach out and touch your hand, but missed.

By a whole lot.

"I'm all ears."

You didn't know what it was, be it her elderly charm or her comforting presence, but something about her just made you feel like spilling your guts.

You sighed, taking a deep breath before deciding to start from the beginning.

"My power allows me to see the future," you looked down at your drink, solemnly. "Be it seconds or minutes or days, you name it, I can see it... so long as my power is activated."

"Okay..." Althea nodded in understandig.

"But that night... the night everything went to shit... I was asleep... I couldn't see the Sentinels coming."

You squeezed your glass, the self-loathing clawing at your throat like an angry tomcat.

"I tried to save the kids... but it wasn't long before everyone was gone... and I was taken captive."

Your voice quaked, hands trembling as fragmented memories of the bloodshed flashed in your mind.

"I can't remember much after that... and Wade won't tell me the details of what happened to me in that laboratory. But after who knows how long in that chamber I'm stuck in this new world with no way to get back to mine and I just can't help but wonder if I'd just been awake that night then maybe... my family would still be alive... my home wouldn't be destroyed..."

You turned to her, eyes glassy as you sniffled.

"My Logan... not so guilty about what happened..."

Althea sighed, her hand finally finding yours and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"Honey..." she started, her tone warm and forgiving. "Guilt is one of those feelings that feeds on the pain you give it."

Her thumb smoothed over the back of your hand, bringing a sort of grandmotherly comfort to your heart.

"You can't turn back the clock... but you can decide whether you're gonna let this feeling hold you back, or show you the strength you need to keep on living."

You sighed, knowing her words were true, yet still hearing that nagging voice in the back of your mind.

Maybe it's time to leave the past in the past...

"It's Chimichanga Time, bitches!" Wade suddenly exclaimed, bursting through Al's apartment door and striking a pose, waving the take-out bags around theatrically.

"Motherfucker!" Althea jolted, snatching a gun from under the table and taking aim...

Directly at the wall.

Muffling your snickers, you carefully pushed her hand the right way, changing her target to Wade's chest rather than the door frame.

"Jazz hands?" you raised a brow, turning to the man.

"I believe the politically correct term is spirit fingers," he corrected, mater-of-factly. "Times have changed, my dear (y/n). Next thing you know you'll be old Al here a colored."

"The fuck did you just say to me?" Althea exclaimed.

"(n/n)'s words, not mine!"

"Will you shut the fuck up?" Logan groaned, snatching the bags from him and plopping them down on the table. "Eat your damn food and keep fuckin' quiet."

You stood from your chair, walking up to your man and pulling him into a hug.

"Hey, baby," you greeted, resting your head on his chest. "How was your day?"

His shoulders sank under your touch, all the anger melting away as he wrapped his arms around you, placing a tender kiss on your hairline.

"I'm just glad it's over," he sighed, resting his tired head against yours.

It was no secret to anyone that Logan had some serious anxiety when it came to leaving you places by yourself.

And it wasn't that he didn't trust in your ability to handle yourself, but rather he didn't trust the powers that be not to try and fuck his life over for the hundredth time.

Granted, he couldn't really help it when he had to go to work, or assist Wade with his post-breakup, mercenary bullshit...

But that didn't mean he had to like it.

"M'sorry," you cooed, cupping his cheek in your hand. "If you want we can—"

Suddenly, it felt like all the air was snatched out of your lungs, the image of a bunch of thugs flashing in your mind, along with the door being broken down.

It was your first vision since being in the chamber.

"(n/n)?" Logan asked, worry spiking up his chest as he lifted your chin. "You alright?"

'Althea!'

Five seconds...

"GET DOWN!" you shouted, quickly kicking over the table and shoving Al behind it just as the men kicked open the door.

Quickly, Wade grabbed a cast-iron skillet off the stove, slamming it over the head of the first grunt to rush in before using it to deflect a shotgun.

"Behind the couch! Now!" Logan barked, shoving himself in front of you and unsheathing his claws as bullets began ricocheting around the room

You dropped to the ground without argument, army crawling away to safety.

And once you were secure, Logan went off, letting out a roar of anger as he charged into the fight.

They come into his home... in his safe haven... and try and take his reason for living?

Heads. Were. Going. To. Roll.

Wade slid across the kitchen counter under the heavy gunfire, grabbing the knife block before flipping over the edge, tossing a steak knife into a man's neck before finishing him off with a bread knife to the dick.

Logan launched himself at the one with the shotgun, not even flinching as a chunk of his shoulder was blown off, still plunging his claws into the man's chest.

Clocking the grunt coming up behind him, he quickly whipped around, sending an uppercut straight through his head.

Out of nowhere, one of the thugs popped up with an AK-47, completely spraying the couch while Wade handled the dumbass with the baseball bat.

'(Y/N)!'

"RAAAAAAH!" Logan bellowed, furious, as he sprinted toward the one responsible, tanking countless bullets before slicing the gun to pieces and proceeding to absolutely maul the poor bastard.

Wade hit Baseball Douche in the face with the knife block before dodging a swing, stabbing him in the chest with a butcher's knife before turning around and throwing it at the head of a man going for Althea.

But when he whipped around to finish off Baseball Douche, Logan was already there, stabbing him right through the head and spraying blood all over Wade's face.

"Oh, God! Oh, God, time out!" he whined, dropping to his knees as he covered his face. "Got bad guy blood right in my open eye. Oh, that is gross..."

As the dust began to settle, it became eerily quiet, all the enemies seemingly dead.

"(n/n)?" Logan panted, chest heaving and heart panicked as he glanced around. "(y/n)?"

Slowly, you rose from behind the couch, unharmed.

"I'm okay," you assured, a little shaken up, but otherwise alright.

"Althea," Wade sang, wiping his eye with his shirt. "Are you dead?"

"I wish," she groaned, hoisting herself up from behind the table.

Without another word, Logan sped toward you, retracting his claws before pulling you into a bone crushing embrace—one you reciprocated with just as, if not more, relief.

"I thought I lost you again," he exhaled, relishing the way you felt in his arms, hands sliding all over you to squeeze what could've been taken away from him.

"I'm right here, Logan," you cooed, carding your hand through his scruffy hair as he nuzzled his face into your neck, breathing in your scent. "I'm right here..."

Though, unknowingly to the other, you both were going through your own forms of consolation.

You had protected your family from a tragedy you couldn't before.

He had saved you from the fate that befell countless others from his past.

Both were beginning to realize that maybe this new life really could be different.

Working together to protect and save one another...

Learning to love without fear of separation...

Forgiving the past mistakes that made you who you are today...

Growth that could only be attributed to absolute trust in each other.

"Heyo!" Wade gasped, a smile stretching on his face as he stared at the ground. "The Chimichanga Gods have spoken."

The rest of you turned to face him, watching as he fished a bloody take-out bag out from under the body of a dead man—who looked like he had mush for a face.

"Tonight... we feast."

"You are fucking disgusting."

[viperixsworld]

mutant file (logan howlett x fem!oc)

name: michaela isabella fiore

alias: natura

day of birth: june 22nd, 1968 (32 in X Men 1)

height: 5'6

category: mutant (alpha level)

abilities: chlorokinesis, toxikinesis, toxic immunity, genius

residence: xavier school for gifted youngsters

occupation: doctor and biology teacher

affliction: x-men (since 1990)

state: alive

history

"early life"

Michaela Isabella Fiore, born on 22 June 1968, daughter of Paul and Francesca Fiore in the borough of Brooklyn, New York. Both are children of first-generation Italian immigrants to the United States. Working class, they ran a flower shop in North Brooklyn. Currently retired.

The first mutant gene samples are demonstrated in a biology class during primary school. According to the teacher's reports, during an experiment where students were asked to grow a bean in a beaker, Fiore's plant grew "abnormally". Other school reports state that, during high school, girls who were picking on Michaela reported to the teacher that Fiore had planted manure in her lockers. It was never proven.

Michaela continued her studies and was awarded one of the Xavier Scholarships for Gifted and Talented Youth at New York University, where she graduated with a major in Botanical Biology and Toxicology and a minor in Genetics,where she met Sara Kinney. She later obtained her PhD at Oxford, with a thesis on assisted mutation in various plants for medical purposes.

"xavier school for gifted youngsters and X Men"

Since her doctorate at Oxford in 1990, Michaela Fiore has been a registered biology teacher at Xavier School for gifted youngsters. She is also a member of the X Men team, along with Scott Summer alias Cyclops, Jean Grey alias Marvel Girl, Ororo Munroe alias Storm, Kurt Wagner alias Nightclawer and Hank McCoy alias Beast.

However, Fiore's work is more oriented towards laboratory work and the development of new ways to treat the injured mutants who come to the school.

Some field missions are recorded. Despite little hand-to-hand training, Fiore's skills allow her to get the upper hand in a ranged fight.

During the 2000s, the X Men had several clashes with the notorious ex-terrorist Magneto and his Brotherhood of Mutants. As well as battles against the government against the Mutant Registration Act and the "Mutation Cure". Both Dr. Fiore and Dr. Grey advocated against both of these in Congress.

During this time, new members join the X-Men: Remy LeBeau aka Gambit, Anna Marie aka Rogue, Piotr "Peter" Nikolaievitch Rasputin aka Colossus, Robert Louis "Bobby" Drake aka Ice-Man, Katherine Anne "Kitty" Pryde aka Shadowcat and Logan Howlett aka Wolverine.

...

2006➜ ERROR, FILE NOT FOUND

ONE SHOTS SET AFTER DAYS OF FUTURE PAST

Currently, the X Men grouping is still unleashed by Scott Summers aka Cyclops, Ororo Munroe aka Storm and Logan Howlett aka Wolverine. Michaela Fiore does not take part in the field missions and shares the position of deputy director with Dr. Jean Grey.

The Sentinel menace was stopped in 1973 by a mutant named Mystique, who saved the president from Magneto.

currently, 2024 (nobody's dead, we're all happy and forgetting the timeline, FUCK TVA)

The school remains the same as it has been all these years, but the threats don't stop. Recently, records came in about a trafficking of mutant children being experimented on by an illegal organisation on the Mexican border.

The X Men are working on it at the moment.

character analysis

Michaela is a kind and optimistic person. Over the years she has gained more experience and control over her powers, which makes her a confident person. At first she was reluctant to be introduced to the X-Men, but her colleagues convinced her.

She spends much of her time in the underground lab at X-Mansion, alongside Jean Grey and, on occasion, Hank McCoy.

Her first encounter with Logan, aka Wolverine, was not a pleasant one. The mutant awoke from his coma (induced by the Professor) altered and confused, so he attacked Michaela and scarred her back with his claws. Michaela, in response, put him to sleep with chloroform, until the Professor arrived.

The two slowly, slowly worked out their differences.

For their personalities clash quite a lot. Logan is a lone wolf, while Michaela is all about teamwork. But according to Cyclops, they're both equally annoying.

Despite appearances, constant bickering and "mutual hatred", there is a pact of respect between the two. They will never say it to each other's faces, but they are very fond of each other. (Everybody knows it, except them).

now some headcannons

The X Men affectionately refer to Michaela as Mickey or Dr. Mickey.

Logan refers to her as "kid".

Mickey refers to him as "old dog".

Mickey wears a necklace with a St. James medal, a legacy from her paternal grandfather Jimmy Fiore.

Mickey doesn't know that Logan's real name is James.

The children shipped their biology teacher and the history teacher (i.e. them).

Michaela was upset after Logan's departure after fighting Magneto.

And when he left again.

And again.

He has commitment issues (no shit).

Apparently he always fixes it when he comes back.

The X Men always party when he comes back, they go to a bar a few miles from the school.

Our girl can't stand alcohol (she's given Logan endless lectures on the problems of alcohol), but on these occasions she has a margarita or two.

Bad idea.

She's a lightweight.

Very funny until she throws up.

Logan always ends up looking after her.

But not without laughing the next morning, delivering her own sermons against her.

Again, children SHIP them.

Bobby tried to lock them in a classroom. It was fun until Logan chased him all over the mansion.

Logan offers to teach Michaela how to fight.

She has improved a lot.

He always ends up in a cold shower.

Sometimes they are found in the kitchen at night, or in the greenhouse or laboratory.

Logan suffers from chronic nightmares, about his past, about Weapon X, PTSD...

Michaela is only used to little or no sleep. She lives in a mansion with hundreds of children, there must always be someone awake.

They do not normally speak at these meetings.

The next morning it's back to normal.

Michaela lives in coffee.

Logan hates coffee.

Logan always makes Michaela coffee.

They will end up together. For sure. But there are bets hanging around.

Even Magneto, in his plastic prison, asks the Professor for updates.

"Any news on...?" "Not that I know of." "For God's sake, Charles! You're a mind reader!"

ONE SHOTS

incoming...

[justcallmefox89]

Gale and the Gith: Chapter Twelve - Inferior Part III

TW: brief mentions of violence/death

X'aa'nath struggles to be around his kin and Gale worries.

“I don’t want to alarm anyone,” Astarion calls out as he tries to open the door that exits the doctors laboratory.  “But we’ve been locked in.”

“Of course we are,” X’aa’nath mutters in a rare display of sarcasm, rummaging through his pack.

He tosses a scroll to Gale, who catches it awkwardly.  “Cast the spell.”

“What?” Gale examines the scroll, bewildered.

“Cast the fucking spell!” the sorcerer barks, the gestures at Astarion and Lae’zel.  “Prepare to fight once I’ve finished.”

The three jump into action, huddling around X’aa’nath as Gale casts a globe of invulnerability around the group.  The sorcerer rolls his hands together, shaping a growing sphere of fire, before finally launching it at the locked door and blowing it off it’s hinges in a near deafening explosion.

Heedless of the flames still licking at the remnants of the wooden doorframe X’aa’nath stalks into the outer room of the infirmary, already conjuring his next spell.  The others hurry to keep up, Gale concentrating on keeping the globe stable.  Astarion and Lae’zel barely have time to raise their weapons before X’aa’nath releases a torrent of ice.  Shards fly in every direction, skewering the waiting githyanki warriors.  Screams of the dying blend with the tinkling of shattering ice, creating a ghoulish melody that shakes Gale to his core. 

“Well… that’s that then,” Astarion says calmly, sheathing his daggers after ascertaining none of the githyanki warriors survived X’aa’nath’s attack.

Lae’zel dispassionately examines the body of her fallen kin, but something flickers in the depths of her gaze.  Grief?  Despair?  Satisfaction?  Whatever it is, it is gone too quickly for Gale to identify it.  His attention returns to X’aa’nath, as it always seems to, now crouching next to the dying ghustil. 

The gith strokes the doctor’s cheek with the tip of one dexterous finger, staring into her eyes intently.  “Die now,” he whispers.  “Die knowing that Khou’zal’s experiment, the unwanted one, ended you.”

He straightens up, fussily wiping his hands on his robes.  “To the kith’rak, kin.  To report your hshar’lak.”

Lae’zel nods slowly, clearly unhappy about this shift in the leadership of their group, but her desire to report the perceived traitor wins out, and she silently follows X’aa’nath as he leaves the infirmary.  Gale drop the globe of invulnerability and hurries after them, Astarion on his heels.  The walk to the kith’rak’s quarters is excruciating.  Gale is on edge, anticipating an attack from the numerous githyanki who watch them with guarded eyes.  Astarion brings up the rear of their group, nearly as anxious as the wizard, clearly doubting that the gith will let them leave this place alive once they discover the scene in the infirmary.  X’aa’nath moves like a puppet with cut strings, one foot in front of the other towards the kith’rak’s quarters but his body seems to resist with every resigned step.  Lae’zel stays close to him, a protective sentinel, scowling at anyone who gets too near or stares a second too long.

X’aa’nath hesitates only once, at the door to the kith’rak’s quarters, but quickly gathers himself and sweeps into the room, approaching the imposing githyanki elder with quick, decisive steps.

She glances up from the map on the table, unable to control a slight frown of disgust as she seem to recognize X’aa’nath.  Her gaze passes over him and lands on Lae’zel.  “I am not familiar with you ra’stil.  Do you bring news of the weapon?”

Lae’zel steps closer, glancing over at X’aa���nath, who grits his teeth at the kith’rak’s dismissiveness.  “We seek an audience with the inquisitor.  We believe there is a traitor within creche Y’llek.”

“Hshar’lak?  Whom would you accuse?”

“Your doctor,” Lae’zel replies confidently.

The kith’rak’s eyes widen slightly.  “A bold accusation from one who accompanies the vin’isk rumored to hold the very weapon that we have been seeking.”  Her gaze slides over to X’aa’nath.  “Ch’mar zal’a Vlaakith!  Give it to me!”

A wave of fear emerges from the hidden artefact, strong enough to nearly send Gale to his knees.  X’aa’nath isn’t unaffected either, doubt warring with another emotion on the features Gale has committed to memory.  At first the wizard thinks it is duty that compels the younger man to hand over the artefact, but he belatedly recognizes the expression on X’aa’nath’s face.  Longing… for recognition, to be accepted, to be a part of a greater whole, to be amongst his kin.  To no longer be other.

The kith’rak’s eyes gleam with excitement as the artefact hovers over her outstretched hand.  “Yes – there is it.  Exactly as described.  The inquisition will finally come to an end.”

The artefact trembles, then flashes with an otherworldly glow before it rockets back into X’aa’nath’s waiting hands.

“Tsk’va!  Trickery, heresy, how did you-” She catches her breath and sneers at him.  “You manipulate it when I cannot?  You who would not even be alive without Khou’zal’s pity?”

Astarion moves closer to his friend, ready to intervene if the situation escalates.

The kith’rak scowls one last time and waves her hand towards a door way at the far end of the chamber.  “Go, seek the Inquisitor below.  And take the cursed thing with you.”

X’aa’nath nods placidly, all the fight seemingly drained out of him, and tucks the artefact into an inner pocket of his robes.  “Come kin, the Inquisitor awaits.”

[tinydefector]

Laboratory Logs 2

Shockwave x Human

Warnings: human experiment, past torture, human trafficking

Shockwave masterlist

1 111

A smirk forms on Proteus faceplate as he catches Shockwave right after the meeting. The Senators tended to keep to themselves outside of council get togethers, debates, and Hearings. Shockwave had made quite the ordeal to keep senate business separate from his life outside of the Academy.

Proteus knew that, but he knew how to play his hand and rile up other mechs without overstepping or out of line as a senator. He was closely followed by Sentinel as an ever-present 'guardian'.

"Senator Shockwave, I have a gift for you," he purred. It made Shockwave's plating crawl as his opposition runs a servo across his arm. Sentinel holds a large size box, obviously mean for show to showcase this 'gift' he was giving to Shockwave.

Shockwave raises an optic ridge, his aqua gaze fixed upon Proteus with an air of calculated curiosity and Caution. "A gift, you say, Senator Proteus? Pray, enlighten me as to the nature of such a gift?." He gestures for Proteus to explain.

Proteus dumps the box in Shockwave's servos before he is walking off with Sentinel Prime. "Just a gift, though i do hope you enjoy it, I saw it and thought this reminds me of Shockwave, " he calls out before disappearing, Sentinel along side him.

It makes Shockwave vent heavily. This could have been a trap, a bomb. So many thoughts run through his prossesor as he looks at the black box he had been given, so much had happened in the recent cycles so many other council mechs and senators had been dancing on crystal shards around each other, waiting to see who the next tatical assassination would be.

Shockwave's optics narrow slightly as Proteus departs, leaving him alone with the mysterious black box. He carefully examines the object, running multiple analytical algorithms to assess its potential threat level. His logical circuits calculate the probability of it being a trap, but he remains unfazed, and he doubts Proteus would be stupid enough to put a bomb or rust virus in Shockwave's hands infront of Crystal cities Parliament.

With another heavy vent he continues his way back to Jhiaxian Academy of Advanced Technology, taking his time to walk as he continues analyzing the box, his scans couldn't detect anything but he would prefer that it only effected him if it was indeed dangerous. It took he a while to finally make it back to the Academy. He greeted others before making his way towards the laboratory.

Once satisfied with his analysis, Shockwave proceeds with caution. Setting the box down in front of his equipment, slowly activating it, gently prying open the lid, revealing the contents within. His optics flicker with momentary interest, bafflement, and sheer unbridled anger.

Two small eyes look back at him as the lid is removed. There was a human in the box, they were curled up in the box and now that they see the large bot, they scurry out of the box, taking off in panic across the desk, shrieking and crying. Proteus had 'gifted' him a living being. It was a mockery of everything Shockwave stood for. This was a purposeful attack to his character, Shockwave is mortified over the situation.

His optics widen in surprise, His initial shock is quickly replaced by a surge of worry. He swiftly moves to intercept the human before they could cause any harm to themself, his servo-grips extending gently to prevent them from falling off the table.

"Peace, peace small one," Shockwave's voice resonates with calm reassurance, despite how frantic he was in that moment. "Settle, settle. I mean you no harm." He carefully cradles the human in his large servos, ensuring their safety and comfort. "I apologize for this unsettling situation. I didn't mean to frighten you. You gave me quite the fright in return"

Shockwave's processors work quickly, devising a plan to address the matter. He was going to kill Proteus and ensure his helm was on a pike. His primary concern now was making sure they weren't hurt. "Please, do not be afraid," he speaks softly, his voice lowering to a soothing tone."

They flinch in his palm, still trying to curl up as much as possible. Small squeals and chirpping noises leave the small organic. He quickly recalibrates his approach, realizing that his towering presence may be intimidating to the small being.

"What are you?" Shockwave asked softly while examining them, his digits gentle dance over them checking for injuries or damage to their smaller frame. He adjusts his posture, lowering them closer to the table to create a less intimidating environment. They gasp softly as Shockwave moves to sit, flinching lightly under his touch as he gently looks over them. their eyes clench when his thumb gently brushes their face. It makes him wonder what Proteus had done to them. They nearly sob at the gentle touch before leaning into the servo near their head.

Enjoy your Toy- Proteus

pops up on his HUD. Shockwave's usually composed demeanour falters for a brief moment as the message from Proteus invades his HUD. He clenches his free servo, his optics narrowing with a mix of anger and frustration.

"Fragging slagheap," he mutters under his breath, his voice laced with annoyance. "Proteus, you rust slinken Husk," he snarls lowly. Realizing the organic is still in his grasp, Shockwave quickly regains his composure, and his attention solely focused on their well-being. He gently strokes their hair, his touch tender and comforting.

"Please, do not fear," he reassures them, his voice filled with warmth. "Poor thing, let's get you checked out and figure out just what you are." He mumbles softly while slowly picking them up again.

It takes Shockwave a little, setting up a place for them to sleep. He could see how exhausted they are. But he had found one of his old senate drapes left in the laboratory. He does his best finding soft things. He had never felt this put on the spot or unorganised in his pristine lab.

Shockwave carefully arranges the makeshift sleeping area, his attention to detail evident even in this impromptu arrangement. "I apologize for the lack of proper accommodations," Shockwave says softly, his voice filled with genuine remorse. "We will figure something out"

He watches as they settle into the makeshift bed, their exhaustion evident. His optics flicker with concern. "Rest now," he whispers gently, his voice a soothing melody. "You are safe here. I'll look after you.”

The human curls up on the fabric, eyes darting around sheepishly, but sleep eventually claims them.

Shockwave activates his communication systems, reaching out to Orion Pax. He waits patiently, knowing that the law enforcer was rather busy but hoped he would get back to him. After a few moments, Orion's holographic image materializes before him, his expression a mix of concern and curiosity.

"Senator Shockwave, what can I do for you? It's rather late. " Orion's voice carries a sense of authority while still maintaining a warm familiarity.

"Orion," Shockwave begins, his voice steady and composed. "I have found myself in a rather... peculiar situation. Senator Proteus has presented me with a living being as a 'gift,' and it is clear that this act is meant to undermine both my character and the values I uphold. But im rather stumped on what to do"

Orion's optics widen slightly, his brows furrowing with genuine concern. "This is highly irregular, Shockwave. Are you certain of the individual's well-being?"

"I have taken measures to ensure their safety and comfort," Shockwave assures him. "However, I require your assistance in addressing this matter. As a law enforcer, your insight and guidance would prove invaluable. Is there anything that can be done about this? Aren't there protection laws in place over organic species and being trafficked?"

"It depends on the organic species. Not all of them are under protective law, and if Senator Proteus has gifted you one, i believe he has done enough research into it. But i can have someone run biopsy and figure out if they are on the list, but i believe it would be a rather slime chance, Senator. " Orion states, and it nearly makes Shockwave deflate. "They are a species I've never seen before, they are very self aware, clothed in fabric, have a speech pattern but not one I can find a dialect for, I've tried multiple times already" Shockwave vented a sigh as his optics linger on their resting form.

"Hmm, biopsy and coding check sounds like our best option, Senator," Orion confirms. " Collect some of their framing, and I'll have it sent off, tho I believe you'll also be doing your own research and figure something out. You seem rather fond of anomalies," the enforcer hints.

___________________

Shockwave's optics flickered with a mix of empty earnings as he watched the holographic display playing old logs while also showing the progress over his testing to reviving Tiny.

His calculations showed a promising 73% compatibility, indicating that the integration had a high chance of success. The holographic image of Tiny's small form outlined by the light in the containment tank fueled Shockwave's determination even further. He had to try.

The scientist in Shockwave meticulously analyzed every aspect of the integration process, leaving no detail unchecked. He knew that the slightest miscalculation could have disastrous consequences, and he couldn't afford to make any mistakes, not one that could cost their life.

His lab became a symphony of whirring machinery and glowing screens as he began the painstaking task of aligning the Maximal CNA, Predacon Cybernetics, and Nanites, ensuring they would work together seamlessly. The integration required a delicate balance, as the human body was vastly different from Cybertronian physiology, and any errors could lead to irreversible damage.

As the integration process neared completion, Shockwave couldn't help but feel a mix of anticipation and trepidation. This was uncharted territory, a leap of faith into the unknown. But the potential reward outweighed the risks.

Hours turned into cycles as Shockwave tirelessly worked in his almost silent lab, ensuring every detail was perfect. Finally, as the integration reached its conclusion, the lab fell into a tense silence. Shockwave held his vent as he observed the result. Would this be the breakthrough he had hoped for? Would he be able to bring Tiny back to the waking world.

As Tiny's eyes fluttered open, small gasps left him as mechanical parts wirl to life. In that moment, Shockwave's emotions threatened to overwhelm him, emotions that still felt rather new to him. He had achieved the impossible.

Had Shockwave been any other mech, he would be riddled with guilt. the ethics of what he had done. he crossed a line, tampering with life and nature in such a profound way, yet it was all worth it in the end, scientific, against all logic. And he didn't care his ambition meant nothing in that moment.

As they lay there, faceplate inches apart from his human lovers face, the air thick with tension, This wasn't just the attachment of a scientist to his creation; it was something more profound, he had done the impossible to save the love of a shadow of a mech he once was.

A Gasp leaves Tiny before screams follows, he thrashes around. Panic and adrenaline over taking his body. The young man screams hysteric eyes hazed over. Shockwave's optic widened with alarm by panic and distress. The screams that tore from the young man's lips echo through the laboratory, and Shockwave immediately rushed to his side, his optic analysising everything.

"Detest!"

Shockwave called out, his voice laced with urgency. He tried to hold Tiny still, attempting to soothe and comfort him. But Tiny's thrashing continued, his panic overwhelming. Shockwave's spark ached with the sight of his beloved in such distress, and he desperately searched for a solution, his mind racing through possibilities.

" activate sedative protocols,"

Shockwave commanded, his voice firm. He needed to calm Tiny down before he did more harm to himself or his systems gave out before they could finish full integration. As the sedative took effect, Tiny's movements gradually slowed, his screams quieting until they were mere gasps for air. Shockwave held him close, gently cradling him in his arms, his optic monitoring ever movement.

"logical reaction, i did not anticipate. I haven't cause you harm."

Tiny's hysteric eyes remained hazed over cybertics slowly changing their colour as the nanite coding takes over, his breathing still ragged . Shockwave continued to hold him. Gently, Shockwave brushed a digit against Tiny's cheek, his touch tender.

Tiny's body goes still, eyes focused on the ceiling, He lays there fading in and out of conseseness. It gives Shockwave the time to study and slowly work on Tiny's smaller frame. Fixing small things with the cybernetics. " Help... help" he managed to choke out. "S..sh..o.wa.ve," he chokes out through tears. But Tiny's eyes remained unfocused, his cries of anguish and desperation echoing through the lab.

His eyes focus on the mech working optics onlining before he snarls out. " WHERE IS MY SHOCKWAVE, WHERE IS MY HUSBAND! " he wails, trying to fight off the servos moving against his body.

"I am Shockwave Tiny"

Shockwave states his optic flickering as he does his best to hold the human man down.

"You are injured, I must finish your upgrades, or you will perish"

Shockwave tires his best not to snarl, but he was on a time limit now. With trembling servos, Shockwave continued his work on Tiny's cybernetics, making adjustments and repairs. His movements were careful and precise, his processor working overtime to find a solution to bring back the memories that had been lost.

As he worked, he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt at the changes that had occurred to his own appearance. The Empurata had altered his physical features, making him unrecognizable to Tiny. But Tiny's wails persisted, his grief and confusion consuming him. It was a painful reminder of the damage that had been done, both physically and emotionally.

"What do you remember?"

He inquiries, Tiny's body shutters and twitches as Shockwave works, each weld has him flinching even under Shockwave's gentle digits. With a heavy sigh, Shockwave continued his work, his optics never leaving Tiny's form. He was determined to find a way to help him.

"Shockwave...? council... I remember the dark room. My hands I can't feel my hands. " they shutter and babble in mixed sentences. Shockwave cups his face, wiping the tears away. as he worked tirelessly.

Tiny lays there panting. Breaking into hot and cold sweats as Shockwave works. The man's mutilated and reconstructed body twitches as Shockwave finally finishes. Tiny's eyes finally focus in on Shockwave before he finally whimpers out. "Shockwave..?"

Shockwave's optic flickered with a mix of relief and trepidation as Tiny's eyes finally focused on him. The recognition in his voice gave Shockwave a glimmer of hope, a spark of reassurance that perhaps their connection had not been completely severed by the Empurata.

"Yes, Tiny,"

Shockwave replied, his voice void of the same flare and charm that Tiny adored. He carefully reached out a hand, gently cradling him, his touch tender and filled with a voided love. The sight of Tiny's mutilated and reconstructed body pained Shockwave. He was responsible for this.

"I've made some adjustments, repaired what I could,"

"I will have to make more adjustments over time. Functions are in order, and so are your vocals. You will need recharge,"

As Tiny's breathing gradually steadied before he started sobbing again, he reached up to try and cup Shockwave's helm. Shockwave remained still as the small metal hands grab him. "Oh God, what did they do to you, babe what did they do to you, they.. they massacred you, " he sobs out while tracing the yellow optic.

Shockwave leans into the touch, and the familiar tendrils of nostalgia take hold as he presses his face into Tiny's hands. With every passing moment, the connection between them grew stronger.

"The Senate did much little Star, broke my body, logically they are no more"

But for now, in this fragile moment of reunion, Shockwave pushed aside the question about his appearance, focusing solely on Tiny's well-being.

"You have been asleep for a long time, my dear, a very long time"

With a gentle touch and a steady presence, Shockwave remained by Tiny's side. Servos helped settle and guild him as he learnt how to function with his new body parts.

"I will explain more once you are fully functional "

"I have missed you all so very much"

Shockwave's voice betays how much, holding him, and hearing him made his spark pulse with need.

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Before It Ends (Jiyan x Fem!Reader) [Chapter 6 - Misunderstood]

"How the fuck did someone as clever and resourceful as you keep coming back looking like you got jumped in an alley by a group of Tacet Discords in the middle of the night?!"

Mortefi tried his best to remain professional with you, but he just couldn't handle it anymore. He stared in aggravation as he took in the bruises and cuts on your face, marring your cheeks as you grinned at him guiltily.

"Y/N. This is the seventhtime in a week, you have come to my lab looking like you got dragged through the nearest Tacet Field and then drowned in the waters outside the Academy!" he growled, as he walked towards you and grabbed your wrist firmly - not gently, because Mortefi had enough of you.

Mortefi pulled you towards the small area he'd made specifically to treat you. "Did you forget that you're supposed to heal the Rangers, not fight the TDs and let them beatyou into a pulp?"

Mortefi doesn't even bother letting you respond, his hand rising to cover your mouth. "No. Shut up. I've heard the arguments three times already." he grumbled, starting to painstakingly clean up your wounds before doing an Overclocking Diagnostic Report on you. "I swear to the Sentinels, it's like you purposefully go hurling yourself into every dangerous situation you can get into! Not even Chixia gets into this much trouble, and we both know how reckless she can get!"

Mortefi can feel the familiar burn of his mounting frustration, his scales warming against his chest as he grit his teeth and started to place bandages and patches over your bruises and cuts. "I swear to Jué, you're damn lucky I care about you, or I'd leave your dumbass to bleed on the Academy steps until Baizhi takes pity on you..."

"Here we go again, a complete change of attitude when no one else is around inside the Academy during nightime.. I prefer the morning Mortefi. He was much more level-headed." you said, trying to provoke him further. "And for your information, we were swarmed by Tacet Discords the whole day while distributing medical supplies in the Port City of Guixu. I had no other choice but to fight." you added, trying to explain your side.

Mortefi stared at you, stunned for barely a moment. Then the anger flared up quickly, causing the fire inside him to ignite and lick at his scales.

"'No other choice? You had plenty of choices, you just kept making the worst of them, every time. Plenty of opportunities to stay back and not get hurt." he growled, swiping your bandaged hand away from him to emphasize his words. "You're one of the best at what you do, you don't need to be proving yourself! And remember, we don't want you overexerting yourself and risking overclocking. Didn't the General remind you about that?"

"Yeah." you replied, with a slight pout on your face.

"For all the times I tell you to be safe, you keep doubling  down on reckless behavior!" He stood, taking a step away. "And yes, I was probably calmer in the morning, when your reckless ass wasn't bleeding all over my laboratory, and I wasn't given cause to worry about you for another goddamn day, yes?"

His voice rose, palpable anger bubbling under the surface of his words as he addressed you. "You may think you're helping, but here you are looking like this! Then you come in, grin on your face and act like you've done something grand when all you've managed to do is nearly get yourself killed!" He took a deep breath, trying to bring his anger back under control. As a Fusion Mutant Resonator, Mortefi's overexertion of his emotions could lead to him Overclocking. The last thing the Academy needed was for their head of the Branch of Tacetite Weaponry to lose control of his abilities.

"Jeez! Relax!" you said, patting his head. This reminded you of the incident where Mortefi overclocked in Desorock Highland, resulting in a major fire.

Mortefi stiffened as you reached up to pat his head. ""I'm not a child, and I certainly am not a puppy that you can pat on the head." He snapped, voice still thick with anger as he stared at you.

"Just...please, next time, try to remain a little bit smarter, a little bit more cautious. For me."

Mortefi couldn't look you in the eyes. Instead, he looked at your bandages, at the remnants of blood that clung to them. "Now stop antagonizing me, get on the table so I can begin examining you. I'll send word to the General and the others on your team about your condition, so no more fieldwork for a few days, got it?"

"These are just minor injuries. It's not like I'm in a life-or-death situation." you remarked, rolling your eyes at him.

"Mother entrusted you to my care. So please, Y/N, just listen to me this once." Mortefi's voice softened.

"Okay..." you sighed in defeat. Mortefi had always been tough on you, but you understood it was for your own good.

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

Both of you are from the New Federation. You are Mortefi's younger step-sister. His biological mother passed away when he was young, and his father remarried, making your mother his new wife.

You and Mortefi came from a noble family in the New Federation. His biological mother passed away when he was young, and his father remarried, bringing your mother into the family as his new wife. At first, Mortefi was not fond of having you as his younger step-sister, but he eventually grew to care for you. He was always protective of you, constantly watching out for your well-being.

You never had an issue growing up in the New Federation. However, you were disheartened by the way the nation handled the discrimination between Resonators and Non-Resonators. Your strong sense of justice was deeply troubled by living in a nation that was unjust to its citizens. The New Federation also takes pride in Science and Technology, to the extent that the experiments conducted were deemed immoral, a reality that Mortefi found intolerable.

This pushed you and Mortefi to leave the Nation over a decade ago and embark on a journey to Huanglong, where you could effectively utilize your knowledge and skills for the betterment of society. And the people here are unaware of your relationship with each other, except for the Magistrate. But it wasn't a secret worth keeping. Both of you were simply waiting for someone to ask about it.

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

"You're going to be out of commission for a few days. You'll need to bare with me. It's for your own good, and I'm the only one who knows how to do it right." Mortefi folded his arms, locking his gaze with yours, making sure you understood  his intentions.

"Now that you're evolving, we need to be cautious about everything. You are someone valuable, Doctor." Mortefi emphasized.

He looked at you with his piercing red eyes, slowly removing your clothing from your wounded areas. "If anything happened to you in the field, I'd never forgive myself. If you really want to make a difference, why not do it from a more stable position? This isn't just about staying safe, it's about being more effective in our goals." He spoke with care and concern, his voice gentle as he reprimanded you, easing the tension that had been between you.

"I never thought I would develop such skills. It's overwhelming and I feel frustrated that my body struggles to keep up. It just shows how weak I am." you commented, feeling disappointed in yourself.

"No, Y/N. You're not weak. It's normal to have trouble with adapting to new changes. you just need some guidance and practice. And you have that here in Huanglong. You have the General, Me and the others. You don't need self-depreciating thoughts, but self-improvement through practice and hard work. You are a mutant, your abilities are linked to your emotions and experiences. Your Tacet Mark is a powerful testament to the strength within you." He touched your Tacet Mark gently, his fingers tracing over the sensitive flesh. "You are, and always will have been, strong. Now, let's get this taken care of so you can prove it to me and the rest of the world." Mortefi squeezed your hand reassuringly.

After an hour of examination, he finally permitted you to leave. "Don't be too stubborn, alright?" he advised, raising an eyebrow. "Got it, Professor!" you replied, giving him a tight hug.

"Oh, sorry." Jiyan blurted out as he caught sight of you hugging Mortefi in the hallway.

"Jiyan?" you exclaimed, turning your head to face him as you released yourself from the embrace.

"General." Mortefi nodded to acknowledge his presence. "I didn't mean to interrupt you both." the General stated, gripping the hilt of his blade tightly, his hand trembled as if he had witnessed something that shattered him.

"It's okay!" you reassured Jiyan with a smile. "I'll see you tomorrow." you told Mortefi as you dragged Jiyan out of the Academy.

"What are you doing here? You were supposed to be at the Rearguard's Base." you asked, curious to know why he's here. "Is everything alright?" you inquired, noticing the General's unreadable expression.

A shaky breath escaped before his lips. "There was an emergency mission at a nearby village. But I took care of the situation before it got out of control." Jiyan's voice held an underlying tension as he tried to put on a brave face. 

"Thank goodness." Your worried frown smoothed out, returning to your usual, radiant smile. You hooked your arm through Jiyan's, giving him a squeeze.

"How did you know I was here?"

"I asked Xin Ye, and she informed me about what happened. I'm glad you're okay. I can see that Mortefi has been taking good care of you." Jiyan replied, though a hint of jealousy seemed to linger behind his words.

"Yeah, he does. My Overclock Diagnostic Report was normal, and he also helped me with my wounds." you said, touching the tacet mark on your chest.

Jiyan knew that every time Mortefi needed to diagnose you, your tacet mark had to be exposed, making him wonder how many times Mortefi had seen you without your shirt on. This realization left him feeling somewhat irritated.

"Hey, are you okay? You seem a bit off." Jiyan's demeanor shifted as if he were in a bad mood.

"I'm fine." he insisted, but he was no longer meeting your gaze, instead, his eyes focused on the ground. As he felt your grip on his arm tightening, it prompted Jiyan to look at you once more.

"Hey, Y/N. Can I ask you something?" Jiyan paused in his tracks to question you.

"Sure. What is it?"

"Do you like Mortefi? Are you guys dating?" he asked.

"What?" you replied with a snort, attempting to stifle your laughter, but you failed.

"What are you laughing at?" he asked, furrowing his brows.

"Dating?! Mortefi is my step-brother, you silly!" you replied with a grin, playfully slapping Jiyan's back.

"I thought he-..." Jiyan admitted to his error, his face heating up. He looked down, feeling embarrassed that he'd made such a mistake.

"Haha. No, he's my brother. Step-brother! We've been through a lot together since we were young."

For a brief moment, the silence settled between the two of you before Jiyan spoke again, sounding somewhat relieved. "So, you're not seeing anyone?"

"No, I'm not." you assured him.

And your response managed to bring a smile to the General's face.

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End of Chapter 6 🥀...

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Inktober has come to an end...

Presenting weird Phyrexians 25-31!

25: This one is a bit abstract, based on the shape of a bacteriophage and the idea of floating geometric structures. An Orthodoxy sentinel of faith, equal parts garden sculpture and surveillance device.

26: Gitaxian nautilus/ammonite! One of the sea monsters Phyrexia developed after seizing the abyssal Fathom Ward from the Quicksilver Sea's researchers. It's got a spiral of blue eyes on its shell, which blink in a wavelike motion to mesmerize its targets.

27: It's common particularly among the Thanes and Progress Engine to send bloodsucking insects or other flying menaces after targets, in order to extract their oil so it can be used for scrying. Glissa decided she had enough of those games, and made her counterplay. This carnivorous plant lures in spybugs with its intoxicating oil smell--which can be altered to mimic the scent of a specific person--only to snap shut upon them when they land.

28-29: This one is marked as such because on the night of the 28th I sketched out a Gitaxian beholder, but on the 29th I decided to change it a little, in true Phyrexian fashion. Now it's more of an abstract sculpture, but roughly it's a floating aperture with a mass of tentacles coming out of it and a grasping limb dangling below to seize interlopers.

30: Two little guys for the price of one! The top one is simply a gear with legs--maybe you need your machinery to scuttle between structures when you're short on parts. The bottom one camouflages itself with the Glimmervoid hexplates on its back, and scuttles around with its cameras and eyestalks primed to collect visual data.

31: Dredged up from ancestral memory, deep within recollections of a faraway world, Phyrexian ichormages uncovered... the mighty horseshoe crab. The Orthodoxy and the Progress Engine put their own joint spin on it, with a porcelain head crest and needle tail, but the resilient creature escaped the laboratory of its creation. Now its brethren scurry across the Seachrome Coast, catching travelers unawares.

Thank you so much for following me over Inktober, and I hope you've enjoyed these 31 weird and wonderful Phyrexians!

[cleavetheclover]

Like a Shitty Little Guardian Angel

Cypher doesn’t trust Iso.

Like Chamber, his record was just a little too excellent. Served in the Chinese military, moved to a special unit and received specialized Radiant training, defected and began a search for organizations that would make “better use of his talents.” A plain story. Right at the same time that Valorant was looking to hire another Agent.

Inconspicuous and conveniently at right place at the right time…

Just enough so that it tickles the instincts in the back of Cypher’s mind.

Ah, but Cypher is getting ahead of himself. He has no concrete evidence against Iso. Chamber, on the other hand, showed up with the exact blueprints and coordinates and passwords of the entire Fracture site— including information he certainly wouldn’t have access to if he were merely an optical engineer as he described. That was blatant. Something didn’t add up there, and Cypher still hadn’t been able to figure it out.

Not so much with Iso.

Until he was alerted of a Sheriff missing from the Range Armory.

Under normal circumstances Agents could borrow equipment from the Armory for practice drills. Cypher had set an alarm to notify him of any missing equipment, on a timer of six hours or if equipment left the Range. Most of the time they were false alarms (Phoenix, please stop leaving your pistols in the locker room…), but today was different.

Cypher checked the time. A Sheriff had been removed from the Range two minutes ago, half past midnight. Definitely not during draining hours. He flicked through the security system, looking for the culprit, and found the 24th Agent on his way out of the Armory.

Curious. He was carrying the Sheriff by his side, clearly conscious that he had stolen it.

Cypher stood from his chair and slipped out of his office, deciding to tail the Duelist just in case. His own Ghost was holstered on the inside of his coat (a little exception that he technically shouldn’t have, but if anyone knew, no one had ratted on him so far.)

Iso was making his way through the corridors with decisive strides. Every few seconds, Cypher would note his pathway and check the rooms ahead to see if anything of importance might be there. Just in case, he also prepares to activate an emergency call for Sage and Brimstone. They could help if things went south.

Nothing for ten minutes. Their paths cross at about the five minute mark, Cypher intercepting from behind with Iso none the wiser.

The Duelist had passed by all the rooms housing important power banks, servers, computers, laboratories, and workshops. What was he after, then?

Cypher checks the cameras of the rooms ahead. Killjoy’s workshop, darkened. She is out on a mission now. His own workshop (yes, Cypher had ironically circled back here without intending to). Chamber's workshop, dark, the frenchman was a morning person who enjoyed early bedtimes. Omen in a room further ahead, tending to his favorite bonsai.

(He never said it was his favorite, but Cypher knew because it was the one he was always most careful with.)

Cypher leans his back against the wall, watching Iso continue his path down the hall through his cameras. The Duelist shows no interest in any of the workshops, which is a relief to the Sentinel.

Until Iso stops at the room Omen is standing in, and takes aim at Omen's skull.

Omen doesn't even look up.

Cypher curses under his breath and breaks into a run. An assassination? Why? He braces himself for the sound of the Sheriff’s fire and what he knows he must do afterwards— take out Iso, take Omen’s corpse to the medbay, and get Sage to revive him as soon as possible—

But even as he catches up to the corner, no sound has come. Only silence.

Cypher switches to his cam, where he has a good view of both Iso and Omen. The Sheriff is poin muted at the back of Omen’s head, held evenly in Iso’s hand as he stands out in the hallway. The revenant is none the wiser, continuing to clip away at the bonsai.

Iso does not fire. Five seconds. Cypher holds his breath, preemptively drawing his pistol from his coat.

But Iso lowers the gun.

Iso, for whatever reason, has spared Omen’s life. Instead, he has left a device on the table beside the Controller, one too small for Cypher to examine through the camera.

Cypher rounds the corner, leaning against the doorframe as the duelist once again enters the hallway. The Chinese man stares him down, daring him to say anything. Cypher maintains his gaze and wordlessly rolls a tripwire across his knuckles, playing innocent even though both of them know that Cypher was fully aware of the actions Iso had almost taken.

Iso returns the nod.

Good. Now Iso knows that Cypher is keeping an eye on him, and hopefully he won’t try and pull any of this bullshit again.

[mariacallous]

On a spring day in 1978, a fisherman caught a tiger shark in the lagoon surrounding Enewetak Atoll, part of the Marshall Islands in the north Pacific. That shark, along with the remains of a green sea turtle it had swallowed, wound up in a natural history museum. Today, scientists are realizing that this turtle holds clues to the lagoon’s nuclear past—and could help us understand how nuclear research, energy production, and warfare will affect the environment in the future.

In 1952, the world’s first hydrogen bomb test had obliterated a neighboring island—one of 43 nuclear bombs detonated at Enewetak in the early years of the Cold War. Recently, Cyler Conrad, an archeologist at Pacific Northwest National Laboratory, began investigating whether radioactive signatures of those explosions had been archived by some particularly good environmental historians: turtles.

“Anywhere that nuclear events have occurred throughout the globe, there are turtles,” Conrad says. It’s not because turtles—including sea turtles, tortoises, and freshwater terrapins—are drawn to nuclear testing sites. They’re just everywhere. They have been mainstays of mythology and popular culture since the dawn of recorded history. “Our human story on the planet is really closely tied to turtles,” Conrad says. And, he adds, because they are famously long-lived, they are uniquely equipped to document the human story within their tough, slow-growing shells.

Collaborating with researchers at Los Alamos National Laboratory, which was once directed by J. Robert Oppenheimer, Conrad was able to use some of the world’s most advanced tools for detecting radioactive elements. Last week, his team’s study in PNAS Nexus reported that this turtle, and others that had lived near nuclear development sites, carried highly enriched uranium—a telltale sign of nuclear weapons testing—in their shells.

Turtle shells are covered by scutes, plates made of keratin, the same material in fingernails. Scutes grow in layers like tree rings, forming beautiful swirls that preserve a chemical record of the turtle’s environment in each sheet. If any animal takes in more of a chemical than it’s able to excrete, whether through eating it, breathing it in, or touching it, that chemical will linger in its body.

Once chemical contaminants—including radionuclides, the unstable radioactive alter egos of chemical elements—make their way into scute, they’re basically stuck there. While these can get smeared across layers in tree rings or soft animal tissues, they get locked into each scute layer at the time the turtle was exposed. The growth pattern on each turtle’s shell depends on its species. Box turtles, for example, grow their scute outward over time, like how humans grow fingernails. Desert tortoise scutes also grow sequentially, but new layers grow underneath older layers, overlapping to create a tree ring-like profile.

Because they are so sensitive to environmental changes, turtles have long been considered sentinels of ecosystem health—a different kind of canary in the coal mine. “They’ll show us things that are emergent problems,” says Wallace J. Nichols, a marine biologist who was not involved in this study. But Conrad’s new findings reveal that turtles are also “showing us things that are distinct problems from the past.”

Conrad’s team at Los Alamos handpicked five turtles from museum archives, with each one representing a different nuclear event in history. One was the Enewetak Atoll green sea turtle, borrowed from the Bernice Pauahi Bishop Museum in Honolulu, Hawaii. Others included a Mojave desert tortoise collected within range of fallout from the former Nevada Test Site; a river cooter from the Savannah River Site, which manufactured fuel for nuclear weapons; and an eastern box turtle from Oak Ridge, which once produced parts for nuclear weapons. A Sonoran desert tortoise, collected far from any nuclear testing or manufacturing sites, served as a natural control.

While working at Los Alamos, Conrad met isotope geochemist and soon-to-be coauthor Jeremy Inglis, who knew how to spot even the most subtle signs of nuclear exposure in a turtle shell. They chose to look for uranium. To a geochemist, this might initially feel like an odd choice. Uranium is found everywhere in nature, and doesn’t necessarily flag anything historically significant. But with sensitive-enough gear, uranium can reveal a lot about isotope composition, or the ratio of its atoms containing different configurations of protons, electrons, and neutrons. Natural uranium, which is in most rocks, is configured very differently from the highly enriched uranium found in nuclear labs and weapons.

To find the highly enriched uranium hidden among the normal stuff in each turtle shell sample, Inglis wore a full-body protective suit in a clean room to keep his uranium from getting in the way. (“There’s enough uranium in my hair to contaminate a picogram of a sample,” he says.) Inglis describes the samples like a gin and tonic: “The tonic is the natural uranium. If you add lots of natural uranium tonic into your highly enriched uranium gin, you ruin it. If we contaminate our samples with natural uranium, the isotope ratio changes, and we can’t see the signal that we’re looking for.”

The team concluded that all four turtles that came from historic nuclear testing or manufacturing sites carried traces of highly enriched uranium. The Sonoran desert tortoise that had never been exposed to nuclear activity was the only one without it.

They collected bulk scute samples from three of their turtles, meaning that they could determine whether the turtle took in uranium at some point in its life, but not exactly when. But the researchers took things a step further with the Oak Ridge box turtle, looking at changes in uranium isotope concentrations across seven scute layers, marking the seven years of the turtle’s life between 1955 and 1962. Changes in the scutes corresponded with fluctuations in documented uranium contamination levels in the area, suggesting that the Oak Ridge turtle’s shell was time-stamped by historic nuclear events. Even the neonatal scute, a layer that grew before the turtle hatched, had signs of nuclear history passed down from its mother.

It’s unclear what this contamination meant for the turtles’ health. All of these shells were from long-dead animals preserved in museum archives. The best time to assess the effects of radionuclides on their health would have been while they were alive, says Kristin Berry, a wildlife biologist specializing in desert tortoises at the Western Ecological Research Center, who was not involved in this study. Berry adds that further research, using controlled experiments in captivity, may help figure out exactly how these animals are taking in nuclear contaminants. Is it from their food? The soil? The air?

Because turtles are nearly omnipresent, tracing nuclear contamination in shells from animals living at various distances from sites of nuclear activity may also help us understand the long-term environmental effects of weapons testing and energy production. Conrad is currently analyzing desert tortoise samples from southwestern Utah, collected by Berry, to better relate exposure to radionuclides (like uranium) to their diets over the course of their lives. He also hopes that these findings will inspire others to study plants and animals with tissues that grow sequentially—like mollusks, which are also found in nearly all aquatic environments.

The incredible migratory patterns of sea turtles, which sometimes span the entire ocean (as anyone familiar with Finding Nemo may recall), open up additional opportunities. For example, sea turtles forage off the Japanese coast, where in 2011 the most powerful earthquake in Japan’s history caused a tsunami that led to a chain reaction of failures at the Fukushima Daiichi Nuclear Power Plant. With lifespans of up to 100 years, many of those turtles are likely still alive today, carrying traces of the disaster on their backs.

Recently, the Japanese government started slowly releasing treated radioactive water from the Fukushima Daiichi plant into the Pacific Ocean. Scientists and policymakers seem to hesitantly agree that this is the least bad option for disposing of the waste, but others are more concerned. (The Chinese government, for instance, banned aquatic imports from Japan in late August.) Through turtle shells, we may better understand how the plant’s failure, and the following cleanup efforts, affect the surrounding ocean.

The bodies of these creatures have been keeping score for millennia. “For better or for worse, they get hit by everything we do,” Nichols says. Maybe, he adds, “the lesson is: Pay more attention to turtles.”

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[ammonitetheseaserpent]

Moar MD OC info because my mind has been INJECTED with. basically an entire small, interwoven story since the first post where I introduced the concepts.

This is uh. gonna be a long post

Serial Designation Q

- If I had to sum up his personality in a few words, they would be ‘chill chaos’.

- The drug-like substance he consumes affects the light he gives off, which is what allows her to shift its color.

- Her fighting/hunting style is kinda reckless, like a honey badger; mainly leaning on brute force, sheer determination and the light trick.

- She doesn’t exclusively do psychedelic effects with his lights for hunts, though - it has entertainment value for him as well.

- Also yee she’s bigender :D

- (I’m starting to debate calling her Q instead for uh. standout purposes. cause I’ve seen a few Ys by now and I don’t wanna cause confusion hhhnshsjdbdb Edit: made the change; I think Q fits him better now that I mull it over :0)

Weird Frog

- That’s the JP-Dilo-Sentinel (name given by Q).

- It guards Celadon’s residence with the Packleader, and was built to give the Sentinels more variety.

- It is particularly small and fast and, instead of the stun stare, the sound of its screech gives off an AoE effect to temporarily paralyze any nearby drone who hears it.

- It has a very playful attitude, putting its all into fending off attackers but also having fun with it; y’know that one scene in Agony of a Witch where Hooty was fending off Lilith and the EC. Yeah uh. that’s pretty much WF in a nutshell.

- It’s quite curious and won’t immediately attack a lone drone it sees approaching the residence unless that drone is clearly looking to be a threat.

The Packleader Sentinel

- It’s the primary guard of Celadon’s residence, and sort of a parental figure to Weird Frog.

- Its stun stare is stronger than that of an average Sentinel, to the point where the flash can cause a bit of lasting damage in drones.

- It was basically built to be like. the Final Boss of the regular Sentinels. Like, something to fall back on if the need arose.

- This one’s a bit silly but: I imagine it was designed based off the Indoraptor and Scorpios Rex like. in-universe. Cause Liam said that the Sentinels were made raptors bc the humans just. liked dinosaurs and thought they were cool. So I imagine the Jurassic Park/movies being in this universe, and while they’re working on the Packleader someone just goes ‘hey what if we based it off those freaky-looking hybrid dinos, like the one that’s a raptor but bigger and creepier :0’.

Avarice SOL

- He was the result of a faulty one-off experiment.

- He has a powerful, insatiable drive to take parts of drones to build on his own form, and bothers Celadon on a regular basis (as stated in the previous post) bc the Hellsinger residence has a lot of what he wants.

- He stole a drone’s voicebox so he can speak, and… I imagine him sounding like that one mackerel in that one Dexter’s Laboratory episode.

Cure PHX

- They were started by Celadon’s parents in order to combat Disassembly Drones. Celadon later finished them, adding the healing abilities they now have.

- Not only can they release a signal to shut off physical pain in other bots, they also have ankle spurs to secrete a substance that’s basically the bot equivalent of melatonin.

- Their functions can be a bit wonky sometimes, and the full power of the UV light/radiation from their wings is only meant to be used in short bursts; too long will cause them delirium from the excess heat and power.

- They’re fully sentient, though due to the nature of their creation, their voicebox is kinda messed up and can produce garbled, birdlike sounds that take effort to form into words - I imagine Cure sounding somewhat like half-healed Centipeetle from Steven Universe.

Celadon Hellsinger

- Her residence is kind of run-down but she refuses to patch it up bc it ‘enhances the elusion factor’.

- She owns a weapon called the Frequency Gauntlet (I uh. stole the name from a mobile game called Monster Legends if I’m being completely frank) that was p much the pet project of her parents and grandparents. they all collaborated to make it.

- The aforementioned Hellsingers are gone now, so she just lives w/ Cure and the two Sentinels (speaking of the two Sentinels her parents basically. donned the FG and stole them very sneakily; I haven’t decided if they were stolen b4 they were put in with the other Sentinels and so they were more chill with drones they didn’t see as a threat, or if the Hellsingers tweaked their programming but uh. yeh)

- She’s usually sort of a pacifist; not nearly as concerned w/ actively confronting and doing battle w/ the DDs as her parents were, and is perfectly content with hiding from them (which doesn’t work out too bad as the Hellsingers made their residence as secluded and unnoticeable as they could to reduce the possibility of being tracked down).

- She’s aroace bc uh. yeh

Extra story bit

- Basically uh. Q happened upon Celadon’s residence at some point while traveling wherever and went over to get a closer look. He was met halfway by Weird Frog, and the two quickly became friendly toward each other. Then later, through WF as a common thread, Q met Celadon and now they’re… not friends, exactly, more like. acquaintances on peaceful terms. and they act a bit like siblings. Q thinks Celadon is cool, while Celadon is a bit more hesitant and often baffled by his antics.

[heckcareoxytwit]

Kamala Khan goes out to hold off the Stark Sentinels while Bruno Carrelli tries to make a nuclear fusion bomb to help her in defeating the Stark Sentinel. As the university students make an uproar with their anti-mutant sentiment, Bruno tells them off that even if Kamala is a mutant, she is still a hero risking herself to help others through and through. Then, the Stark Sentinel blasts the roof, causing the roof to collapse and fall to the students below. Kamala Khan uses her rubber body to shield Bruno and the students from the falling debris. In turn, Bruno gives the fusion bomb to Kamala so that she could blow up the Stark Sentinel. Once the Stark Sentinel is destroyed, it reveals the hidden underground laboratory beneath the university. Kamala Khan recognizes the cyborg in the lab as Karima Shapandar, one of the Orchis members who gatecrashed the Hellfire Gala party and killed some mutants. Even though Kamala took her out of the collapsing lab, Karima dismisses her altruism by calling it a PR stunt and for being too naive.

Ms Marvel: The New Mutant #4, 2023

[zaewriteshere]

Kintsugi

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“It may be broken, but that doesn’t mean that it’s not beautiful anymore.”

You had casually said that during a conversation with your good friend and crush, KAY/O.

What you didn't expect was for him to take it to his metaphorical heart, and to ask for your help in repairs after his next mission.

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It wasn’t until the main light in the laboratory was turned on that you realised you had been working on this project all night long. 

You winced while slowly turning to whoever entered the room, which was found to be Killjoy, clearly not expecting you to be still in your common workspace.

“Say…” The sentinel started, hesitant. “You didn’t spend your entire night here, ja ?” She continued, realisation daunting her.

“You already know the answer to that, don’t you ?” You replied, shrugging.

You couldn’t help the small smile creeping on your lips.

She said your name, berating.

“You know you can’t keep doing that ! If you need an upgrade so bad for your legs, you could ask us to help you,” She continued, walking quickly towards you.

You chuckled nervously.

“I know, I know. I just know what I want and how I want it, so it’s hard to ask for help,” You answered, awkwardly stepping to the side.

The noise of your current legs made you wince.

The agent seemed to soften at that, and she sighed.

“That’s alright, but please, take a break. Do you want me to get you your wheelchair ?” She asked, almost rhetorically since she was already going in the direction of it.

It was your turn to sigh.

You knew she didn’t mean to patronise you, but it still felt like it. 

“Yeah, I could use a break from walking,” You admitted, choosing not to say anything about the gesture.

It just wasn’t worth the battle.

Killjoy brought you your mobility aid, and once comfortably seated, you rolled yourself towards the lounge, already knowing you’d need a strong coffee to keep yourself awake for the day.

“Hello,” Greeted KAY/O, who got up from his armchair when he saw you. 

“Hi,” You replied, a small smile gracing your lips. 

Rolling over to the counters, you remembered that you put your favourite mug in the top counters and not in the ones under the table, and you sighed, cursing under your breath.

“Something wrong ?” The robot questioned, his voice coming from behind you.

Did you not hear him walk because you were so sleep deprived ?

“My mug is in one of the counters up top, and I would get it if my legs weren’t currently killing me,” You explained, your voice even despite the pain.

You were used to those, after all.

“Could you get the black one ?” You asked, turning to him to the best of your capabilities without turning your wheelchair.

“The one with the coding ?” He answered, meeting your gaze.

Or at least you thought he was doing that.

After your nod, he carefully navigated around you to get to the right cupboard, taking out the cup you were referring to.

You smiled, thankful.

“Thank you ! Now let’s brew some five something espresso shots…” You said, going over to the coffee machine.

“No sleep ?” He observed needlessly.

Brimstone was rubbing off him, you thought absentmindedly. 

“Yeah,” You confirmed nonchalantly.

“You know that’s not good for you,” He stated, and you could tell that he was still looking at you expectantly.

“Yeah,” You repeated yourself, pouring the first shot.

“Why do you keep doing it ?” 

You paused mid movement for a split second.

You didn’t mean to – human’s micro expressions and all – but you knew that he noticed.

“I don’t really see the time pass by when I’m focused,” You answered semi-honestly.

Silence filled the room.

For a while, only the coffee machine’s whirring would be the one filling the silence.

Finally, after what felt like ages, the initiator spoke again : 

“I see.”

And the silence was back.

Once your coffee was done, you decided to just chug it down in one go.

You didn’t have the patience – or the attention span – to continuously sip on it today.

When you met eyes with KAY/O again…

Well.

“Alright, what’s wrong ?” You questioned, wanting to have a confirmation on your inkling.

“You’ve been disregarding your health this week,” He observed, which made you chuckle dryly.

“What’s new ?” You broke eye contact.

“What’s wrong ?” He interrogated, suddenly very much closer than before.

You weren’t used to the robot being this much in your personal space.

He hardly was in anyone’s.

He always was the one to respect your personal space and to manage the fine balance between being concerned and wanting to help while not being patronising.

You’ve always loved that about him.

… You’ve always loved him, too, if you were honest. 

From the day you were admitted to the Protocol, to the day you lost your legs…

Which wasn’t as far back as you’d like it to be.

You knew that Sage could restore your limbs.

You still didn’t really know why you refused her offer.

Maybe it was because you lost them while protecting your teammates.

Or maybe it was because you wanted to use yourself as a guinea pig.

Whichever the reason, you stuck to it.

The sound of something shattering brought you out of your thoughts.

“Are you okay ?” The initiator questioned.

It took you a while to answer as you stared at your now broken mug.

“Yeah,” You finally answered, realising you’ve been silent for too long.

“Let me throw that away for you,” He announced, and you felt yourself panic.

“No it’s okay ! I can repair it, please don’t throw it away,” You rushed to say, your anxiety seeping through. 

He froze, slowly looking back up to you.

“Understood,” KAY/O replied, nodding. “Let me at least gather them together and make sure you don’t cut yourself handling the pieces,” He continued, resuming his actions, more carefully this time.

“While you do that, I am going to gather my tools,” You announced, slowly rolling back out of the kitchen to go to your room.

You didn’t linger in there however, as you just wanted to get the kintsugi kit that you’ve been meaning to try to use. 

Once that was acquired, you went back to the lounge, taking a place at one of the tables. 

Your robot friend then came next to you and gently put down the broken pieces of your mug.

And so, quietly, you went to work, slowly glueing the broken edges to make the cup whole again.

“What are you doing ?” KAY/O questioned, peeking over your shoulder.

“I’m fixing my mug,” You replied, giving him a brief glance before resuming your task.

Silence filled the air between the two of you until the robot spoke once again.

“Why are you colouring the cracks ? Don’t you want to hide how broken it is ?” He asked curiously, but you knew he also didn’t truly understand.

“It may be broken, but that doesn’t mean that it’s not beautiful anymore,” You said, your own voice feeling distant.

Was this why you didn’t want to get your limbs back ?

… You didn’t know. 

You weren’t sure if you wanted to find out, if you were honest. 

“Do you want any help ?” The initiator beside you spoke up, looking at your hands working on the task.

The proximity made your cheeks warm. 

“I’m fine, thank you. I kinda like doing it,” You admitted, your blush growing stronger.

If KAY/O noticed, he didn’t comment.

“Alright,” He simply acknowledged, not moving from his position.

You could feel his system’s gentle warmth radiating and heating up your body.

Your hands slightly shook due to just how nervous you were about the situation, forcing you to focus more on your task to avoid mishaps. 

Which was proving to be harder than it needed to be.

“Your hands are shaking,” The robot observed, turning his head towards you.

You knew he was studying you.

“And you’re very red,” He continued, just as matter of factly. 

How were you even supposed to answer that without giving yourself away ?

Thankfully, you were almost done with glueing the pieces back, only needing a few more minutes.

“I’m fine, don’t worry,” You replied, your voice somehow even. “I’m just in a bit more pain than normal.”

You cursed your voice wavering. 

You were not a good liar.

Probably sensing how uncomfortable you were with the topic, he dropped it.

“Be sure to take care of yourself,” He said, before looking once again at what you were doing.

You simply nodded, smiling to yourself.

He was just so caring.

A few days had passed since then, and you had made great progress with your new prosthetic legs…

However, you couldn’t say the same for your sleep.

You often found yourself waking up at your desk with a blanket on your shoulders.

You never got to find out who was your little caregiver, but you were glad they always got out of their way to do those small gestures.

You were trying out your new legs when the door to the laboratory opened.

Since your back was facing the entrance, you didn’t know who it was.

“Don’t mind me, I’m just trying out my legs and seeing if I need to do any changes. I may ask for your opinions later, though !” You said, assuming it was either Killjoy or Raze.

“How is that coming along ?” KAY/O’s voice answered you, making you jump slightly. 

You awkwardly turned to him, obviously not acclimated to your limbs. 

“It’s… Going. Hard to say if it’s any good until I finish my therapy…” You admitted, suddenly self-conscious.

He nodded, studying you.

“I came here to let you know to be ready in case of today’s mission going south,” He announced solemnly.

This made you pause.

He wanted you to repair him ?

Normally, he always asked Killjoy, since she was the best technician in the Protocol as well as the most familiar with his system.

Your bewilderment must’ve been clear on your face, since the robot continued : 

“I thought about what you said when you were repairing your mug,” He started explaining. “I don’t think it would hurt to try,” He continued after a pause, as if he was thinking on how to express himself.

You nodded slowly.

“Sure, but I hope I don’t have to repair you…” You accepted with a light chuckle. “Please try not to get hurt, alright ?” You asked, your worry seeping through your tone.

“Acknowledged,” He replied simply, which didn’t really help your anxiety.

You kept quiet about it, however.

“What’s the mission about ?” You questioned, curious.

“Just a regular mission ; we’re going in two. I just wanted to warn you,” He replied, already heading out.

Before you knew, KAY/O was already on the field.

So you prepared the laboratory, your anxiety too high for you to walk.

You got woken up abruptly by the sound of the door slamming open.

When did you fall asleep ?

More importantly, what was happening ?

Your confusion melted away as soon as you saw the state of your robot friend, instead you felt worry and panic flood in.

“Put him on the table, now,” You ordered, somehow keeping your emotions in check.

You assessed his state.

To say he was beaten down would be an understatement.

You were surprised he was still somewhat conscious, looking at you and holding your gaze.

“You’re a fucking idiot, you know that, right ?” You said, clearly upset as you did your best to weld the leaking systems.

He didn’t answer.

You didn’t know whether to feel relieved or panic even more. 

“Hey,” You said, talking to Brimstone and Breach, who were still in the room with you. “If you’re gonna stay and stare, at least help. Get me some fuel. It’s bright blue with a shift towards purple, you can’t miss it,” You ordered, not even looking at them. 

You immediately heard the men shuffling around. 

Your focus was now fully back on KAY/O, who was still barely responsive.

To say you were worried about your friend would be a massive understatement.

You were terrified.

But you also knew you had to keep your cool otherwise he’d lose his life. 

Repairing him wasn’t easy by far, but you managed to stabilise him. 

Once you had confirmed that he wasn’t in any danger of dying, you sighed in relief, getting to work with replacement parts for him.

But first, you connected him to his energy source, fueling him up while he was “sleeping”. 

When you were sure everything was done right, you turned your back from him and started working on replacing his missing limbs.

You lost track of time of how long you’ve been working on that stupid forearm. Somehow, the hand did not want to cooperate with you.

Thankfully, it wasn’t his dominant shooting hand, so you didn’t have to figure out how KAY/O’s technology worked.

You sighed, leaning back on the wheelchair while rubbing your face.

At this rate, he’d be unable to walk and have a missing arm for a while.

“How is it coming along ?” Your crush spoke up, breaking the silence which made you jump.

You definitely felt your heart skip a beat out of surprise. 

You turned to him once your adrenaline levels came down. 

“You scared me,” You confessed, still clearly shook. 

“Sorry,” He apologised, seemingly sheepish. He was now sitting on the table, observing you. 

 “But it’s… Well. I got your leg somewhat working,” You announced, glancing at said limb.

Repairing it was more of a pain than you’d had imagined.

“As for your arm… Well. It’s a bit of a different story,” You admitted, sheepish and ashamed.

“Can I try it ?” He asked, and you stared, bewildered.

Should you ?

“... Sure,” You shrugged, getting the leg on your lap and rolling to his direction.

Quietly, you handed it to him, allowing him to connect the leg by himself, since he knew how to do it better than you ever would.

He tried it out, moving his hands and bending his fingers.

“Does anything feel off ? Is there anything to fix ?” You questioned, alternating between looking at the arm and him, making sure that everything was at least looking fine.

“It feels fine to me, there may be some fine tuning to do,” He announced, looking at you curiously. “How about you ?” He suddenly enquired, which surprised you.

“Huh ?” You replied intelligently.

“Your legs. Did you get to work on them ?” 

You fell silent, looking away, before realising that you probably had to answer him, and you sighed.

“No, I was too busy with your arm and worrying about making it as perfect as possible that I… Didn’t find the time to do anything,” You said, not meeting his eyes.

He didn’t answer you immediately.

The silence stretched out, making you nervous.

Was he mad ?

Why would he be ?

You did promise to take care of him in case he got hurt during the mission.

“Why ?” He questioned, audibly confused.

“Because you asked me to take care of you,” You replied honestly. “On top of that, missing an arm is way more hindering than missing a leg,” You continued, shrugging.

“Don’t you miss walking ?” He retorted as you heard him shift.

“I do,” You answered, not sure where this conversation was going. “But y’know, some things are just more important than others,” You said, shrugging.

“So I am important to you,” He observed, matter of factly.

You couldn’t help the blush creeping on your cheeks.

“Yeah…” You confirmed, trailing off.

“Are you embarrassed about it ?” He asked, and was that… Worry that you heard in his tone ?

“No ! No, not at all,” You denied immediately, looking back at him. “This is nothing to be embarrassed about,” You continued, fully turning to him.

“Then why are you blushing ?” You froze.

It wasn’t the first time your cheeks went red in his presence, but he never asked why, or anything about it. 

“You keep doing so when I do specific things, and I’ve always wondered why. I’ve asked around but their answers didn’t make any sense,” He continued, bringing you out of your thoughts.

You didn’t want to confirm what you were thinking.

You knew what they said, and the fact that it didn’t make sense to him…

Was all that you needed to know about how he felt about you and your relationship.

It stung, but you were prepared for that.

“Yeah, sometimes humans don’t make sense,” You confirmed after realising that you didn’t answer.

“If your prosthetics are giving you so much trouble, why not ask sage to heal them back ?”

“Your guess is as good as mine, really,” You shrugged. 

He seemed to think for a moment, if you could trust the more intense whirring of his system.

The soft “hum” somehow managed to put your mind at ease.

“Are you projecting this “Kintsugi” thing onto yourself ?” He suddenly blurted, making you pause as your eyes widened.

Was this what was really happening ?

“I… Maybe ?” You said, confused yourself.

You felt KAY/O’s hand gently cup your cheek, making you look at him. 

He said your name firmly, as if he didn’t have your full attention already.

“You are genuinely the most beautiful human I’ve seen,” He admitted, and your cheeks flushed furiously. He wasn’t done, however. “Nothing will ever change that. No matter how broken you are, physically or otherwise.”

You didn’t know how somehow your face got even warmer, but it somehow did.

You were also at a loss for words, feeling yourself get emotional, your vision getting blurry.

The robot seemed genuinely surprised at your reaction, and clearly panicked a little bit. 

You knew he couldn’t handle human emotions very well, so you tried to keep yours in check, but some tears did escape your eyes.

He gently brushed them away, so tenderly it surprised you.

It was as if your feelings for him were reciprocated.

But that really couldn’t be, could it ?

“Sorry,” You apologised, a hollow chuckle escaping your lips.

“Don’t,” He replied, his tone so soft. 

You opened and closed your lips numerous times, not finding your words.

“I also have feelings I’m confused about, you know,” He blurted out of the blue. 

You perked up at that.

“How so ?” You enquired, curious.

He stayed quiet for a while, just staring at you.

“Mostly because of you, if I were honest,” He started, hesitant. “I have those… Urges, as you might call them, when I’m around you. And only then,” He continued, rubbing your cheekbone idly. “Doesn’t help that my feelings and mood are so much different when I interact with you,” He fell silent.

You felt hope filling your chest, butterflies in your stomach. 

But you needed a confirmation. 

“What do you mean ?” You pressed the matter, hating how your hope was reflected in your tone, your behaviour. He didn’t reply immediately. “What’s on your mind, KAY/O ?”

“This is going to sound ridiculous…” He mumbled, self-conscious. “But I think I like you,” He continued, tilting his head away ever so slightly.

You couldn’t find your words as your body froze, not knowing how to react to this confession.

The silence stretched out, and it was only when your… When the initiator called your name, you realised that you hadn’t answered him.

“I like you too, actually. I uh, I think I actually love you, and probably have done so since we met…” You admitted, not knowing why you were suddenly shy.

You stared at each other wordlessly, the tension palpable.

“Do I have the authorization to kiss you ?” He asked, oh so hesitant. 

The formality didn’t help his situation, but it did make you smile once you fully processed the request.

“Of course you can,” You confirmed, and you didn’t even have the time to speak another word that he went in for a kiss.

The feeling was different from human lips. It was way smoother, and somewhat warmer as well.

But you enjoyed that feeling.

You closed your eyes and enjoyed the moment, before your now lover parted from you, his face still very close to yours. 

“I think I might love you, too,” He announced, which made you chuckle.

[spacetimewithstuartgary]

New NASA Study Tallies Carbon Emissions From Massive Canadian Fires

Extreme wildfires like these will continue to have a large impact on global climate.

Stoked by Canada’s warmest and driest conditions in decades, extreme forest fires in 2023 released about 640 million metric tons of carbon, NASA scientists have found. That’s comparable in magnitude to the annual fossil fuel emissions of a large industrialized nation. NASA funded the study as part of its ongoing mission to understand our changing planet.

The research team used satellite observations and advanced computing to quantify the carbon emissions of the fires, which burned an area roughly the size of North Dakota from May to September 2023. The new study, published on Aug. 28 in the journal Nature, was led by scientists at NASA’s Jet Propulsion Laboratory in Southern California.

They found that the Canadian fires released more carbon in five months than Russia or Japan emitted from fossil fuels in all of 2022 (about 480 million and 291 million metric tons, respectively). While the carbon dioxide (CO2) emitted from both wildfires and fossil fuel combustion cause extra warming immediately, there’s an important distinction, the scientists noted. As the forest regrows, the amount of carbon emitted from fires will be reabsorbed by Earth’s ecosystems. The CO2 emitted from the burning of fossil fuels is not readily offset by any natural processes.

An ESA (European Space Agency) instrument designed to measure air pollution observed the fire plumes over Canada. The TROPOspheric Monitoring Instrument, or TROPOMI, flies aboard the Sentinel 5P satellite, which has been orbiting Earth since 2017. TROPOMI has four spectrometers that measure and map trace gases and fine particles (aerosols) in the atmosphere.

The scientists started with the end result of the fires: the amount of carbon monoxide (CO) in the atmosphere during the fire season. Then they “back-calculated” how large the emissions must have been to produce that amount of CO. They were able to estimate how much CO2 was released based on ratios between the two gases in the fire plumes.

“What we found was that the fire emissions were bigger than anything in the record for Canada,” said Brendan Byrne, a JPL scientist and lead author of the new study. “We wanted to understand why.”

Warmest Conditions Since at Least 1980

Wildfire is essential to the health of forests, clearing undergrowth and brush and making way for new plant life. In recent decades, however, the number, severity, and overall size of wildfires have increased, according to the U.S. Department of Agriculture. Contributing factors include extended drought, past fire management strategies, invasive species, and the spread of residential communities into formerly less developed areas.

To explain why Canada’s fire season was so intense in 2023, the authors of the new study cited tinderbox conditions across its forests. Climate data revealed the warmest and driest fire season since at least 1980. Temperatures in the northwest part of the country — where 61% of fire emissions occurred — were more than 4.5 degrees Fahrenheit (2.6 degrees Celsius) above average from May through September. Precipitation was also more than 3 inches (8 centimeters) below average for much of the year.

Driven in large part by these conditions, many of the fires grew to enormous sizes. The fires were also unusually widespread, charring some 18 million hectares of forest from British Columbia in the west to Quebec and the Atlantic provinces in the east. The area of land that burned was more than eight times the 40-year average and accounted for 5% of Canadian forests.

“Some climate models project that the temperatures we experienced last year will become the norm by the 2050s,” Byrne said. “The warming, coupled with lack of moisture, is likely to trigger fire activity in the future.”

If events like the 2023 Canadian forest fires become more typical, they could impact global climate. That’s because Canada’s vast forests compose one of the planet’s important carbon sinks, meaning that they absorb more CO2 from the atmosphere than they release. The scientists said that it remains to be seen whether Canadian forests will continue to absorb carbon at a rapid rate or whether increasing fire activity could offset some of the uptake, diminishing the forests’ capacity to forestall climate warming.

IMAGE: An astronaut aboard the International Space Station photographed wildfire smoke from Nova Scotia billowing over the Atlantic Ocean in May 2023. Warm weather and lack of rain fueled blazes across Canada last year, burning 5% of the country’s forests. Credit: NASA

[skylarmoon71]

Timeless Wells- Extra 2 (Flash)

“(Y/N)!! Good morning?”

You can’t help but smile.

After that very interesting encounter, you’d become somewhat friends with the billionaire genius. At first the relationship was more to give him a piece of mind. But now, these meetings and talks have become a blessing on both sides.

Harrison was not at all what the magazines made him out to be. You’d always assumed men like him would be prideful and self-centered. But he was humble, focused, fair and considerate. He knew how you felt about his abilities. So he was always careful. Not to mention every time you meet up, he always seems to light up like an excited puppy.You took a seat across from him, picking up the coffee with thanks.

“Have you installed the system I suggested in your labs? With such a high tech facility you would think there would be more urgency on security.” Harrison chuckles as you take a sip of your coffee.

“I have. We want to avoid situations like Mr. Davies happening in the future. I appreciate the concern.”

“Mhmm. The same goes for your powers. I saw what you did last week.”

He stammers.

“I-I don’t know what you mean.”

You roll your eyes.

“There was a kitten stuck in the tree and you particles your way up there. I pay attention Harrison. You’re lucky no one else saw you.”

He rubs his neck.

“What was I supposed to do, it was a kitten.” He mumbles cutely.

It’s really adorable that he’s using his sentinel powers for something so cute, but you are worried.

“I just want you to be careful Harrison. “

Your tone catches his attention. He gives a warm smile.

“I appreciate it. I’ll be careful from now on. The next time it happens I’ll be sure to call the professionals. “ You know he’s teasing, so you just sip at your tea with a little grin. One that Harriosn mirrors.

At the start, you were the one who was so guarded, but now it feels like your day is incomplete if you don’t see the joyful scientist. The way he beams. His kindness. Intelligence and those abilities that he possessed that gave him the power to do just about anything he pleased. Yet here he was. Working in a laboratory to solve world problems. It was remarkable. Admirable. Maybe that’s why your feelings had taken such a drastic change.

The both of you have fallen into a little rhythm.

Sometimes he’ll stop by the precinct, other times you’d stop by his office. You figured the only reason no one was suspicious was due to the fact that you were the detective that worked on his case. As you enter Star Labs, the woman at the reception desk sends you a smile.

“Good day Detective Morgan. I’ll go grab you your visitors card, please excuse me.” You nod.

As you wait by the desk for the visitor's card, you can’t help but hear the chatter behind you.

“I can’t believe how close they are. I heard that he’s dating her.”

“That’s ridiculous. If Dr. Wells and Ms. Daniels were dating it would be all over the paper. They are like the ultimate power couple. “ You glance at the two women conversing.

“Here you go Ms. Morgan.” You turn back quickly, taking the card from the receptionist with a smile.

“Thank you.” Excusing yourself, you head for the elevator.

“Dating?”

Harrison hadn’t told you anything about seeing anyone. Then again, was that really any of your business. Your current relationship was a bit hard to define. When the doors ding, you exit. You move to enter his office. Usually that’s where he is, but you hear a familiar laugh ahead. Heading to the direction of the kitchen, your steps slow when you hear the female voice.

“You really are a miracle worker. Thank you Harrison.”

“Of course. Anything for my favorite scientist. “

The laughter continues, and you stay hidden, glimpsing the interaction. Those gossiping women were right. They do look like a strong power couple. Your fist tightens, and you turn around, heading back to your precinct.

~~~

It’s foolish to think he wouldn’t notice your strange behavior.

You attended your morning meetings as per usual, but you were quiet. Distance. He noticed. But he felt as if it were wrong for him to pry. If you didn’t want to discuss it, then bringing it up would only annoy you. It’s not like the both of you were dating. He didn’t have that title.

It didn’t stop him from having the wildest theories in his head. Two weeks of the strange behavior, and he couldn’t stand it. He had every intention to confront that night when you got off your shift. But it seems you beat him to the punch.

“We should talk. Can I meet at your place tonight?”

His response was immediate. For a moment he cheered, because it seems you were finally comfortable enough to address the matter.

Then those treacherous thoughts returned.

He was relieved, but also a bit frightened. This was all still new territory. He understood. That’s why the minute you stepped into his home, he offered every apology he could think of.

“I’m sorry!” You turned to him, sliding your coat off, a bit confused.

“I know that this scares you. That I scare you sometimes. But if you want space then I’ll give it to you.”

“Harrison.”

It would be difficult, but he could compromise. Because truthfully you were the one in a tough situation.

“I understand, trust me I do.”

He just kept rambling.

“Harrison.”

Had he been in your situation, he probably would have ran for the hills. The fact that you stayed showed that on some level you trusted him. He would never risk that.

“This situation isn’t ideal but I’m will-”

“Harrison!!”

He finally stopped.

“My behavior lately has nothing to do with whatever you think you did.” He visibly deflates. You smile. He’s so childish sometimes.

“I have feelings for you Harrison.”

For a moment he just stares. Because he’s sure he misheard.

“Come again?”

“I..” you take a step closer. When you’re both just a breath away, he swallows.

“I have feelings for you Dr. Harrison Wells.”

His eyes reflect that adoration you’d seen from the first day he saw you. It’s then you realize how immature you were being. You take his hand softly on your own.

“That day when I came to the office I saw you with Ms. Daniels. She’s beautiful, smart and successful. Just like you. I heard some of your employees talking about how compatible you both were and when I saw you together it just felt real. You looked like a happy couple and it made me a bit jealous. I realized then that I was the one being unfair. I forced you into a friendship knowing how you felt. You just accepted it. You never pushed me for more or used it as leverage. It was sweet. But..when I saw you with her a part of me thought that you’d moved on and it hurt..”

“I’d never do that!” He says urgently. He subconsciously takes a step forward and you look up. When he catches how loud that statement came out, he clears his throat and tries to pull away. But you place your hands around his neck, pulling him close. His hands raise in surprise, and you giggle. He’s acting like a school boy.

“I’d like a chance to see what this is, where it goes. If that’s what you still want.” You can see the clear disbelief in his eyes. He’s still moving cautiously.

“Are..you sure that’s what you want?”

“I’m positive.” You clarify. Your eyes move to his lips. Harrison’s hands finally lowered. He still doesn’t completely make contact.

“Is it alright for me to touch you..kiss you?”

You nod, blissfully flushed.

He keeps checking, as if with one word this might all be gone. When you nod, it’s like the last of his restraint snaps. His hands find your waist and he pulls you in. His lips convey urgency when they finally meet your own. His body is so warm, taunt. You're presently surprised how well those suits hide muscles. He picks you, and you smile into the kiss. It seems there were still a few things you didn’t truly know about Harrison Wells.

After what feels like an eternity of desperate kisses, he pulls away. Your thumb traces his lower lip, and you remove his glasses. His breath is a bit labored. Those eyes glimmer.

“Would you..like to go on a date?”

This man is so helplessly adorable.

“Maybe later.” You whisper. Your fingers slip into his dark locs, and you pull him back in for a kiss.