#transgender clones unite!

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Older Clone! One who’s escaped the empire and now is a PIRATE! (But a good kid of pirate, she only kills every so often)

Her name is Jane, but her Pirate name (she’s a nerd) is Doe

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Brothers & Batchmates [Part 1]

Warnings and Information: Made a real mess for myself in the NTMYB narrative by giving one Jedi command of both a battalion and a legion, which just goes to show I didn’t plan this far in advance from the beginning when what was meant to be a one-off has become a Whole Thing. (Ah well. You live and you learn who the hell’s in charge here. This is me fixing my mess and fleshing out the story.) I missed writing about my boys. Reference and allusion to canon-typical violence and war crimes. Reference and allusion to death, injury and loss. More takes on Clone culture. Still no use of Mando’a here. Star Wars and real-world swearing. The usual use of narrative and stylistic italics. Clone OC Scuffle is his own damn warning (perhaps just for this installment as a whole). *Use of a character’s deadname. Reference to the transgender Clone named Sister. Like her Clone OCs, the author can’t stop making up fake birds.  *Jedi OC Caelen is genderfluid, and while any pronouns are applicable, they/them is primarily used in the story for clarity. Caelen’s deadname is brought up ONCE in an establishing flashback, as a warning, to those who are sensitive to such things. (I want it to be very clear it is not done with disrespect, however.)

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The combined unit eyes the three-dimensional map with bated breath. They were warned this morning that the commander and captain needed to conduct a last-minute mission to move against the Separatist forces - an opportunity to deal a critical blow - but they could not take the entire combined company. There is a chance many brothers will have to be apart, a very long twenty-four hours for some. 

All Clones are brothers of course, though batchmates are most often the closest of all brotherly bonds. And for those who have been adopted into these batch-bonds, the potential to be split apart proves more stressful. 

But duty takes precedence over such feelings. 

Their commanding officers are apologizing before they even make their verdicts, who will be going with the commander, and who will be staying with the captain. "We're sorry for what's to come; we never want to split our forces unless necessary of course after growing used to this… unusual arrangement. However, Captain Law and I have agreed this could make the difference between an early victory or a crushing defeat in this sector of Republic space." Hundreds of brothers reply that they understand in the affirmative, however begrudgingly for some, and however anxiously for others. 

"Commander Juke will take volunteers first, and if necessary following that point, we'll select and recruit additional troops into the task force." Captain Law further explains, switching the holonav off for the time being. 

One soldier steps forward out of the lineup, picture of perfection in formation position with his helmet carried in the crook of his arm. There is a jagged notch cut out of his right ear that makes him stand out. This is Nockite, one of the oldest brothers in the combined forces under a singular Jedi’s command. 

"I will go." Nockite’s simple pledge is an unwavering oath, and the first break in the ice of hesitation for many of his other brothers. If Nockite will go, many who look to his example will follow.

He's thanked for volunteering himself, but Commander Juke doesn't need them right away. The only timeframe they are supplied with is “soon enough”. Juke says he is only telling his brothers now to give time to think it over so the call doesn't come as a complete surprise. Where he can avoid it, it is not in the commander's nature to create rude awakenings for the men, whether they be from his battalion, or Law’s legion. He’s proved he cares about preventing the decay of overall morale on many occasions before.

They’ve taken many blows as it is, these brothers. 

The death of General Kalsamm. 

Many of these last planets, festering with CIS battle droids, have proven for staggering losses of life in the name of tentative victories. 

Knowing that though they’ve proven capable thus far, one singular Force-wielder cannot maintain the command of a legion and their late master’s battalion on their own forever; the arrangement brothers have grown used to will eventually come to an end…

Fortunately this dividing line - when that time comes - will not have too great an impact on a group of Clones who admittedly have grown very dependent on one another, in one sense or the other. Canvas, the baby brother of one batch, now adopted into the fold of another, would have been utterly inconsolable if he had been separated from the one brother who’d come to mean the galaxy to him. And Scruffy, equally attached in his own fashion to not just Canvas, but his batchmates Stick and Cypher and twins Carver and Cairn too, would not be capable of taking such orders without challenge. Join the ranks of the battalion without his chosen brothers? Remain in the legion without the brother who spent the most time ensuring he did not die a rookie?

Sat together, not far from where the COs had made this announcement, Scruffy and his brothers consider if they should volunteer to go to assure they don't become fragmented. Do they just say nothing and hope enough brothers will volunteer themselves? Commander Juke is taking a relatively "small" response force for this opportunity, maybe only fifty or so brothers, so surely these slots would fill fast between the legion and the battalion, right? 

The more they all sit and think about it, the more one of them grows nervous about particular possibilities. "Maybe we… should? If we tell the Captain we volunteer to go together then we won't be split up." 

"Is that what you wanna do, Vas?" Scruffy asks, carefully picking leaf after leaf from Canvas’s tight curls of hair. He’d fallen in a patch of bluefern this morning, chasing after a Seppie probe droid. Damn thing nearly got away too, had the Clone with five scuff marks on his chest plate not recklessly thrown himself forward in hopes of catching the thing by one of its many thin appendages and succeeded. 

Lost his helmet in the process, but Canvas looked so damn proud of himself for slowing the recon unit down just long enough for a marksman to turn the droid into scrap-metal. Captain Law had been proud too, once he had talked himself out of lecturing his brother on account of the recklessness. 

"I think so. While it's not that I don't like the look of the situation, I don- can't lose my brothers…" Canvas replies, screwing his eyes shut in his admittance. "I just can't." Out of all his fears - and there are many - the thought of losing his brothers paralyzes him. Battle droids don't frighten the Clone who bears the marks of his dead batchmates like they once had, save perhaps BX commando droids and for every good reason. 

On more than one occasion since being accepted into Scruffy's fold, Canvas has woken up in a bundle of emotionally shattered nerves with hot, thick tears trailing down his face after waking from a dream about losing his batchmates, and then his closest brothers; leaving him all alone. Sometimes the worry stone that sits in his utility belt helps. Other times it's nothing more than whittled wood that has become smoothed through repeated use. 

Cypher looks up from his datapad at long last, breaking away from studying his page on a specimen of carnivorous invertebrates. "Should we ask the Commander before you change your mind?" 

Canvas scuffs the dirt before him with the toe of his boot, taking a moment to ponder. Should they? What if the others didn't want to go? The twins hadn't said anything since Commander Juke and the captain informed them of the plan. 

"Cairn? Carver? What do you think; do you want to do it?" 

"I'm still considering it." Carver admits in a grumble through gritted teeth. Someone has his vibroknife for the time being, and he's been somewhat unhappy without it. He’s always thought best with his hands occupied. His twin, Cairn, on the other hand has his mind made up. 

"I'd go. I'd love to lay waste to a couple of clankers. Tear 'em limb from limb!" 

"Cairn, you worry me." Scruffy's batchmate Stick says plainly, grimacing in concern after sharing a glance as the oldest and next oldest. Yeah, this is normal for him, welcome to my galaxy little brother. "And you too, Carver. You're not usually so… moody." Stick adds with a shrugging gesture. 

"I can't think when I don't have my knife on me." Carver reminds him. 

"That is kriffing terrifying, thank you." Stick replies hurriedly, no longer grimacing, but actively recoiling from the grumpy brother beside him. "I wasn't aware the knife was quite that important."

"It's part of his identity. How he got his Name." Scruffy explains, fishing out a folding blade that's part of his batch-brother's kit after Cypher says he's welcome to take it and use it for the time being ("I needed to collect some cuttings the last time I used it; just… don't get anything on your armor.") apologizing for the purple sap stuck to the edge of the blade. "Back before Canvas had his name, he added Faro, Gunnar, Cryfar and Fluke's scuff marks into his armor after Fluke died. Took him about an hour to do it with nothing but the rough edge of a rock. Carver found an old vibroknife somewhere, and dug a couple of designs into his helmet after watching what Canvas had done. You can guess the rest from there." 

Stick plucks up the whittler’s helmet to examine it for himself at Carver’s invitation when admitting he’s never noticed the designs before. Simplistic renditions of marching bantha and the twin suns of Tatooine. “Heh. Reminds me of the day the captain was talking about naming us Bantha Company, for a while. Not half bad at all, Carver.”

Having honed his skills as quickly as he has, Carver often hates much of his early work; there are at least four known exceptions. His worry stones, the General’s Mudhorn, Canvas’s whittled bird’s nest, and now the helmet carvings. “Thanks. Think that’s what I had on my mind that day as well. Some day, I want to add a great, big old Mudhorn on the other side, now that we’re the Mudhorn Company.” Yeah, maybe he’ll look like a kiss-ass by adding the captain and Jedi’s favorite creatures to his helmet, but so what? (He’d have to add Commander Juke’s favorite creature - a scarab - to really sell the idea anyways.)

“Could paint one for you,” Scruffy offers before reminding him he needs to start thinking on his decision since getting him the temporarily-loaned knife to think, “but you’re not allowed to blow me up in order to make that happen.”

“Don’t worry. Was considering breaking my favorite arm instead.” Carver promises, continuing the gallows humor a moment longer, “Or provoking stone-stacker to.” A small pebble glances off his thigh armor with a sharp tok! in response from Cairn; something Scruffy quickly puts an end to before the behavior escalates, as it often does. 

“Cut it out,” he warns in a paternal tone, confiscating the next pebble from the palm of his brother’s hand, “now’s not the time.” Carver is fixed with a firm look next, one disapproving and unimpressed. “You know he doesn't like that nickname. Let's not have another fight if he's going to come along and you stay behind.” This will be all Scruffy needs to add to make his point to each brother out of the twins before returning to picking out the tiny bits of powder blue foliage from Canvas’ hair. 

“Hold on a second,” the researcher among them requests as he remembers something, reaching for Cairn's right hand which he had recently injured, “I’m not certain you should join the task force with a healing tendon injury.” 

They're unable to recall what he'd done to sprain one of the major tendons in his hand and wrist, and with no great way to treat it out here in the field other than pain-killing stims and compression wraps, Cairn had been given certain restrictions in how much he could safely lift. 

“Oh shit- ow!” Cairn mumbles as Cypher experimentally rolls and prods Cairn’s wrist, and finds it responds less than favorably even now, “I'd already forgotten about that. Maaaaaybe I should reconsider…” 

The brothers and batchmates have made up their minds, now that they're certain Cairn has come to his final decision. Carver and Cairn will be staying behind, and Canvas, Scruffy, Stick and Cypher will be volunteering to join the ranks of the task force. There are precautionary goodbyes, just to be safe. With few specifics given, there’s no telling what is in store for these brothers, what they’ll face in the line of duty. 

That reality is concerning, but it’s what they were made for. That’s how they serve the Republic. 

"Captain Law, we'd-" Canvas begins to volunteer himself and his brothers, but the C.O. holds his hand out, flat palm and splayed fingers, to halt him. 

The scarred brow belonging to his superior officer furrows harshly. "Actually, Canvas…" Captain Law looks to Commander Juke for a moment, for confirmation, and the furrow deepens when all Juke offers is that solemn nod. The decision is final. “I’m… I’m afraid you can’t go.”

Getting hit with the stun setting from their DC-15s when doing training drills with the Carbines hurt less than this, worse than the total-body paralysis that follows after the tsunami of numbness. What does his captain mean he can’t go?

Risking wrath or reprimand, he challenges the call. “But, sir, I-” His mind races, but he tries not to give into the rising panic. “Why can’t I go? I want to go.” What reason does his brother, his captain, have for retaining him? He’s a willing and able soldier, according to his last evaluation. Does the captain know differently?

“Sir, Vas hasn’t been talked into this by any of us, he’s more nervous about staying than going if this is about his anxieties.” Scruffy steps in to not only defend Canvas’ claims, but of course to support his brother. “Honest, he wants to go.”

“This isn’t about his anxiety-” Captain Law begins insistently at risk of being interrupted, “- this is about other things, boys. The rest of you may go, but Canvas needs to stay behind.”

Before Canvas can get in a word about talking to the captain in private for a moment, Scruffy turns his voice steely and defiant, and that’s unlike him. 

“Then I’m not going either.” 

“Son, mind your tone.” The commander’s warning to Scruffy is more out of habit than true distaste for how his brother is conducting himself right now. He understands the how and the why of the behavior, fully prepared for this. “Let’s not be so hasty. There’s still time to deci-”

“Respectfully, there’s nothing to decide, Commander Juke.”

No, that’s definitely enough now, Canvas decides. “Scruffy… can I have a minute to speak to the captain, alone?”

If he can speak with Captain Law, one on one, maybe he can make more sense of this decision. Maybe he can sway the mind of his immediate commanding officer, and together they can have a discussion with the commander about his participation in the task force. Then he still gets to go. He still gets to prove himself a capable, competent soldier for all of his set-backs and faults, and his older brother won’t get himself in trouble with their even older brothers. 

Canvas feels confident that this discussion could reverse the captain’s decision, if he just has the chance to speak without Scruffy interjecting on his behalf. And though Captain Law agrees to humor him, suggesting they speak a short ways off from everyone else, the pained expression on his face does not bode well.

“I’m sorry, brother… I know you’re hoping to convince me, but I’m afraid the decision was not mine to make in the end…” Captain Law begins, hoping to ply Canvas with apology and reasoning as he reaches forward and takes the younger by their shoulders. “I wanted you to go, too, little brother. I truly did.”

He is not going to cry like a child who didn't get his way. He is a grown man, a soldier. He knew this was a risk from the moment he was old enough to partake in the tests and the training on their motherworld that he would either lose his brothers, or be separated from them, at some point in this war they would be fighting. Every damn one of them knows this. 

I was created to march a war that had not yet started. I was created to serve, to fight valiantly and loyally. I was created with my brothers, and I will lose many of them in this war. If… when… I lose them, all I will have to remember them by is a cut scrap of their body glove. No helmets. Only my memory and their smell in my nose. 

Canvas has the scraps of their black bodysuits all Clones wear under the plastoid armor that once belonged to his batchmates - Faro, Gunnar, Cryfar, Fluke - though unfortunately, they no longer smell like his brothers. 

Captain Law has apologized again and again for what he's had to do. Commander Juke has taken him aside and tried to say something to him too, but the reaction remains the same. 

"Please just try to stay safe." If he speaks anything beyond these six words, Canvas knows how it will end. How his resolve will crumble. How he will accuse his commanding officers of singling him out, babying him like a cadet and lying about it. Abandon the logical understanding of why he has to remain behind with the Captain and why Scruffy, Stick and Cypher are going to be a part of the task force. 

And the General from a planet called Little Archossi… they haven't liked the arrangement either, but the Force-wielder has given full control of this strategized attack to their officers. When they come and speak to Canvas themselves, using the affectionate terminology of their culture and homeworld, they are very, very careful not to sound as though they mean to infantilize anyone.

"Young one, I heard you won't be going with your brothers. I am surprised to see you look so calm."

Canvas can only lift his shoulders stiffly before they are quickly dropped. He doesn't know what he should say to that. He certainly doesn't feel calm, and the Jedi Knight can probably sense that. "Captain Law explained why I'm staying behind, why my brothers have been asked to go. I know what's been asked of me, General." His statement makes the gray-skinned General frown sharply, and he worries he's made it sound like he's waving off sympathetic efforts. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be… like that." 

"It is only understandable, young Canvas, to feel as you do. To understand that your task keeps you here while your brothers will walk another path with trust and acceptance speaks to your training." A calloused hand is laid on his shoulder for a moment, an expression of comfort and compassion. There is understanding when the General speaks next, but also some pride. "And to understand that while you are perhaps very upset about this, you still conduct yourself in spite of your feelings in a way that speaks to your maturity. You prove time and time again that you understand your duty to the Republic without forgetting these are your brothers." 

"I don't always feel very mature, General." Canvas admits gently, shamefully. He can't decide if the admittance is supposed to be bitter, or regretful, or full of remorse and disappointment instead. His feelings are too much of a tumultuous tailspin to make sense of everything on his own. What would the General sense from him? "I'm not like the others…" 

They seem taken aback, short of balking in surprise, starmelt yellow eyes blinking rapidly. 

"No, in a sense you are not. But whatever do you mean, little one?" 

It's too much to explain. Canvas isn't sure where he should start, if he did. Did he tell his General that now that he's been away from Kamino for a while, he suspects one of the Trainers there of abusing the soldiers? Would it be a good idea to tell them that he doesn't always think he's fit to be a soldier; there's some "minor" defect or a mishap with the equipment during his development that explains why he has a perpetual undercurrent of anxiety beyond the pale for someone in wartime? Does he explain that more recently, he dreams he's… decommissioned? Or reconditioned if he's lucky? 

"... nevermind, General. It'd take too long to explain."

"I see, then... perhaps another time. I would like to understand what it is that troubles you."

Canvas thinks on it, seeing no real harm in the General knowing, but ultimately he decides against what he initially had to say. "Perhaps another time would be better to talk about that, yes… but I did have a question about something else. Something I just want a little clarification on, if it's okay." 

The Force-wielder blinks curiously. "What would you like me to clarify, young Canvas?" For a moment, they must believe it's another case of confusion regarding the gender-presentation of the temporarily combined unit's leader. The matter of gender fluidity wasn't a completely rocky concept for their men to navigate like it has been elsewhere in the galaxy, remembering how their first days of command played out.

“You look troubled, my friend. Come.” Master Kalsamm tells them privately, ushering his former pupil into one of the battered command tents. 

There in the sparse shade, the Togruta can find the thin cloths they’ve used before to soak in water, where they then apply it to the sun-flushed skin of the other. Coming from a small world where much of the people are nocturnal, his pada- former padawan does not have certain adaptive traits that protect them well from the light of the sun. Ideally, tolerance to ultraviolet rays would have continued to build over time, but with the state of the war, his former padawan had grown somewhat impatient, and believed the time had come to brute force it instead.

It will be the physical trial I will willingly bear if it means I am able to protect the peace of the innocents of this galaxy before it is too late, Masters. 

His heart pangs, knowing that though they have tried to hide it, these developing sunburns are among the worst his student has suffered. “You’re in great pain today, my friend. Pulling away every time I put down another cloth, shielding your thoughts from me… Are you regretting your decision?” Kalsamm has always had such a trusting bond with his student, very rarely does the other find thoughts have been concealed from the greater current of the Force. 

“I’m sorry, Master Kalsamm. There’s just a lot on my mind. Feel like an overwhelmed padawan again with everything I feel I must remember.” the newly-appointed Jedi Knight admits as their teacher lays another cooling rag to burning skin, doing their utmost to remain still this time. “I do not regret my decision.”

The 302nd Legion of the GAR is mine to command. A Clone captain named Law who offered to find me a new name today after one of the few conversations they had together so far.

“We know you introduced yourself to us as General Caelum, but is there a name you'd prefer to that? Or a name we could… give you? Like we give our brothers?"

They blink in confusion, unfettered curiosity. Scarcely met their commanding officer, explained that though they were born with the body of a boy, they are not limited to this ‘singular capacity of self’. When explaining ‘he is sometimes she is sometimes he’ only a short time ago, already, the one who called himself Law has shown more understanding than people they've spent significantly more time with. 

“You don't seem confused, Captain Law. I am… surprised.” 

Law was only newly promoted, unused to the change in rank, then. It's him who balks next. “Well, um, I don't see why it's something to be confused about. It's not my identity to question, only to respect, General.” 

Indeed… didn't Master Kalsamm try explaining before that the Clones were engineered with things like obedience and respect for command in mind, given that the Kaminoans view them as… property? How heartbreaking. 

If only I could let others feel what I do - that unique sound in the Force every lifeform takes, like a fingerprint. Captain Law: he is a beating heart, keeping time with the slow but relentless surf. 

“Speaking with experience, young one?” they ask habitually. Most Clones haven't gotten used to the cultural quirk. Some hate it. Some don't care for it, nothing more. Others still, after buffeting the initial confusion, love it. 

Captain Law does not indicate disdain for it. 

“Young one's definitely applicable here because she's a couple of Growth Cycles older than me, I imagine, but… Yes.” Captain Law answers with a knowing chuckle and affirmative nod. “Yes, there's a Clone among us who was named Sister, by other brothers. So she knows she belongs.” 

A new name can be thought up by the legion, so the General knows that they belong, too… If that's what they want.

Whether it is shouted across the battlefield in a rally cry, or whispered out of fear when the night is darkest, or spoken with naught but reverence, hearing their new name, given to them by their brave men, sparks a little more love for it with each passing day. 

"Are Jedi forbidden to love, General Caelen?" 

Caelen smiles gently, fondly. Firstly because of the use of the gifted name, followed shortly after by the surging feeling of interest and wonder. They cannot promise the best explanation, only their best effort to give it. "We are not. Love is only natural. It takes too many forms to make it forbidden, too. Compassion and empathy are siblings to the greater concept of love. To live is to love something, someone, not just other than yourself, but along with yourself. It is attachment that is… discouraged. Yet, attachment is only too natural. Jedi are not forbidden from loving, or to love. Common misconception." A gentle and curious 'why do you ask?' remains unspoken for now.

Canvas chews his bottom lip in thought for a moment, one of his hands grazing a scuff mark that mars his armor kit. "I see… Thank you, General Caelen. I was just curious. It's… something I've been wondering about." 

"It was something Gunnar wondered." General Caelen deduces, recalling which of Canvas's batchmates that scuff mark once belonged to prior to him adopting it. "And something rooted up the memory within you, recently." 

Canvas does not, or perhaps cannot elaborate at the time, instead only capable of nodding. Glancing towards the heavens, he studies the Jedi cruiser where it sits just out of reach of the planet’s gravitational pull. 

The Harmonious. This ship was at one point under General Kalsamm’s command; but with Kalsamm’s untimely demise (which General Caelen emphasizes was a test meant for them, by the Force), it has been turned over to Caelen’s command instead. Same as the battalion, for the time being.

Ironic that he spent two weeks growing increasingly paranoid out of his mind on the Harmonious, after what happened to Scruffy, honestly. If the Force is capable of doing things like providing tests to (for?) the ones who can harness the many gifts and abilities within it, is it capable of having a sense of humor as well? (Albeit, a twisted one?)

“I still think of your batchmates, young Canvas,” Caelen shatters the otherwise contemplative silence that has elapsed between themself and their soldier, “though perhaps not as often as you, granted. While they were courageous men I had the honor to fight alongside, for a time, they were so much more to you.” Caelen omits the word only here, refusing to boil down any part of that memory where it is not necessary (like discussing matters regarding the Clones with the long-necks, whose discussions must reluctantly be carried out in terms of property and product for the duration of). 

“I sensed at one point you were deeply ashamed, or perhaps embarrassed by how much Gunnar once disliked me. Perhaps… even hated me, for one particular moment.” General Caelen admits. 

‘We’re their cannon fodder, they don’t care about us. Throw enough brothers at the problem until it goes away and then don’t so much as mourn us.’

Canvas can do little but wince when the words come back to him. Those bitter, stinging words said in a moment of great frustration after five long, grueling days of trying to brute-force their way into a Separatist outpost. So many brothers had been hurt, or picked off by enemy fire. The respective medics of the legion and the battalion had sacrificed so much of their sleep, their sanity, tending to the wounded and the dying in vain hopes of helping them limp along until the next volley, the next thermal detonator, the next anything. He still remembers the way Gunnar’s face fell just a fraction, chipping that shell of stoicism, when the brother’s body suddenly went limp almost the moment the medic, Rid (short for Riddance), took over. 

“You didn’t deserve what he said about you, General…”

“It’s okay, young one. I harbor no hurt in my heart for your brother’s words.” General Caelen assures Canvas, “Grief takes many forms. For Gunnar, it was anger. For Faro, it was protectiveness, was it not?”

Maybe it was. It felt more like it was more a matter of having an impatient, second shadow, honestly. 

Keep up. Don’t fall behind. Yes, it’s not fun to lug a 4.15kg gun, but that’s no excuse to leave it laying around. 

If something happened to you… I’d never forgive myself.

“I guess.” Canvas admits with a shrug. “I’m sure what you saw of Faro was… different, General.”

The Jedi from Little Archossi bobs their head, the movement slow. “He was always so reserved. But, I never once questioned for a moment how much he cared about the larger cause when he did not devote his time to your batch.” The General pauses here for a moment, offering a wistful, but reflective expression to accompany the smile. “While the Force could not tell me everything in the times I meditated for answers, answers I sought trying to meet the needs of my men while aiding my former teacher in his assignments, it told me enough. Faro would have sooner deserted the GAR than bury another batchmate were it not for the guilt of abandoning all his other brothers just to save you and Fluke, on the days his grief was strongest.”

Short of accusing the Force-wielder of lying, Canvas challenges that claim. “I don't know if I believe that… that doesn't sound like something Faro would do.” The notion is disturbing to him, immediately speaking. Desert the GAR? Discard his sense of loyalty and honor for something so… so selfish and self-serving? All because of grief? 

He can't imagine that of Faro, he tells the general. He doesn't want to. 

“No… of course. I'm sorry for upsetting you to suggest such a thing.” General Caelen apologizes in earnest. “I was wrong to do so. Forgive me, for any malice.”

A solitary trill sounds from their respective comm devices, a warning. It’ll be time for the task force to depart ten minutes from now. Canvas won’t have the time to finish, maybe even amend, the conversation with General Caelen and see Scruffy before he has to leave like his brother asked. So it’s time to smooth the ice, “I should go see Scruffy like I promised; but General, before I go… Please don’t be so hard on yourself, just as you encourage us. I know what you said wasn’t meant in malice. I swear it.”

The Force-wielder born on a strange little planet before spending many years in the Jedi Temple to hone their connection to the great galactic tapestry sacrificed not complete connection to, but rather a full immersion in the culture of their home planet. The Chossi conduct themselves in a clan-like structure, placing great importance in paying penances for their acts or words of malice, if they do not feel it is deserved or justified. 

Fact of the matter is that Caelen sees their unit of troops as a clan on a symbolic level; to say I swear it acknowledges the process of offering penance has started, but will not be necessary. 

And so Caelen returns the acknowledgement. “So you swear it. Thank you, young Canvas.” 

He has been dismissed, so he wastes no more time, calling “May the Force be with you, General!” as clearly as he can before breaking into a run; knowing where he will need to go in order to find Scruffy is some way off, and he needs to hurry if he wants to get there with time to spare. 

“Ouch!” “Ow!"

They'll likely bruise one another's brains with the force their buckets have knocked against each other, given how Canvas didn't slow down in the slightest as he was bottoming-out the small hill he had just run down to get here. The stars in the fuzziest edge of his vision are only just beginning to clear, fire in his lungs sputtering out. 

He doesn't let a little thing like the fretful way Scruffy gives his helmet a once-over for any chipping (the same way a young nat-born’s mother inspects a scraped knee, minus the cooing and fussing) give him any pause in what he has to say. 

"You gotta promise me to come back." 

Scruffy looks at his little brother from the same Growth Cycle, a different Batch, with nothing but deep, emotional pain and hurt. "Canvas you… you know I can't. You know what Commander Juke says about those kinds of promises." 

The desperation in him does not care. Not right now. "Yeah-yeah-yeah the poetic kark he read somewhere, but please -" Strong arms throw themselves around him, and helmets knock against one another a second time as Scruffy initiates one of those hugs he's become famous in the combined unit for. Hugs where he pulls you in close with one arm, cupping the back of your head, reminiscent of how one holds an infant's head when they're adorably too young and floppy to support the weight of it themselves. 

War has not stolen all Scruffy's warmth and tenderness, his love for his brothers. It has not made him bitter. It has changed him; chewed him up in its cruelty and jagged edges and spit him out with little regard for how softly he will land… but Scruffy has not lost his spirit in spite of all that. 

Nor his patience. "I will do my best, Canvas, okay?" Scruffy pulls Canvas tighter, if possible, and he hopes Vas can’t hear the heavy swallow in his throat. It may prove difficult, but he’d rather not cry if it can be helped. With a clearer head, the shame has hit him that he was so… oppositional with his commanding officers. Defiant. He should be punished for daring to be so- so insubordinate! He’s never given them problems before, why did he have to start now?

“Maker, I should be in so much more trouble for talking back to Commander Juke like that…” 

Canvas hums thoughtfully, not quite in agreement, while pushing back from Scruffy. Let me go, please, it asks. He’ll feel constricted before long if Scruff had his way in this state. He agreed to stay on the task force only because the time to depart was getting down to the wire, and no other brothers had volunteered themselves. He’s there, admittedly if only to make it less of a hassle for Commander Juke, and to keep the peace. 

“I don’t know. Maybe the commander will let it go…” It seemed plausible, to Canvas. At least in the moment. “You do a good job of hiding it, but you tend to take things pretty hard when you feel you’ve messed up ever since the… well, the tripwire. You’ll punish yourself worse than any reprimand.”

There’s a soft and breathless chuckle from under the helmet. “Do I, now? What gave it away?” When Canvas doesn’t answer, perhaps considering how best to explain, Scruffy changes his tune after a note of the time. “Actually, pretend I didn’t say anything: not exactly a lot of time before I have to go.”

He probably had five minutes at the most before Commander Juke called upon his brothers and it was time to embark on this mission. It would be strange, seeing as they are doing this without General Caelen to guide them, lead them, for the first time since the Togruta Force-wielder perished. They’ve just grown so used to this arrangement; attached to it even, if they had to admit to it. And they have. But the Clones recognize this isn’t the healthiest situation for the Chossi-born General. 

This is so much responsibility for you. You were only ever meant to lead one legion. You can’t do this forever. It’s just not feasible. 

“Give those clankers hell for me.” Canvas requests when the call comes in to board the gunships on Scruffy’s comms. Quickly and gently as he’s able, he and Scruffy touch their helmets together, hoping the other is peering through the t-visor back at him. “For the General, too.” Canvas softly adds, knowing that while his brothers will embark this mission alone out of trust, the Jedi would still desire to accompany them out of principal and bond. 

This, Scruffy can promise. This is what he was made to do, after all. This is what necessitated his very creation: to fight the coming pan-galactic threat it was believed the Republic would one day face. A being of flesh and blood, far superior to any metal amalgamation. This is the grander purpose he’s been made to believe his every breath is dedicated to. 

And it is true. But it isn’t everything his breath is given for.

Scruffy leaves his younger brother with an oath before he must run for the LAATs, mustering as much conviction as he can into a soldier’s creed to make it as meaningful as any loving expression. 

“For the Republic. For my brothers.”

[Clone Masterlist]

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[metaphysicalpistolsoraclemine]

Spiritual Problems that Impact Gender.

This is a difficult topic, but we all need to take a hard look at it in order to be informed and awake to the current agendas. As we consider more about the issues of transgenderism leading groups towards transhumanism, let’s review the spiritual problems that most commonly impact gender on the earth plane.

NAA Playbook for Destroying Gender:

In order to disrupt or destroy the unifying potential of the androgynous lightbody in the DNA of the human being, the first directive would be to attack the inner and outer gender principle in all ways possible.

To fully attack and confuse all matters in regards to the Law of Gender and Law of Polarity which governs natural creation, the NAA would need to:



promote counterfeit creations through inciting confusion in the death process,

obliterate the knowledge of the Lightbody and Soul,



spin confusion in sexual conduct and concepts of marriage and children,

instill gender confusion in expected roles,



and then start to blend human bodies with animals and machines.

Now that everyone is made miserable through the dire problems they have created for us, they can steer our reaction into the solution they have prettily packaged and labeled liberation. Transhumanism and Transgenderism is not liberation, it is the deliberate destruction of everything that makes us a real human being, they want to annihilate our potential for multidimensional awareness and crush that which develops and expands human consciousness.

For many years now, it is evident that animal DNA has been mixed with human body parts and injected into our children’s bloodstream through Vaccinations, to intentionally dilute and control human genetics to be guided into the guard rails of the transhumanism movement. Injecting animal DNA into human bodies is also the result of many mutations in current human behavior digressing into a hive mind mentality, which is the type of mental body that the animal kingdom has. The next stage is to merge the human biology with machinery, which has been primed with the spraying of etheric levels of frequency based alien implants and Chemtrails that control thoughts and perceptions of the outer environment.

The traumatized are vulnerable to become pawns in further spreading Sexual Misery programing, especially into the younger generation. Transgender ideology is a specific psychological warfare tactic being run by the Controllers, in tandem with Transhumanism, to counter and prevent spiritual Ascension. These satanic agendas are designed to condition people to reject their own bodies, and to generate delusions that can have them mentally identify with anything else but actually being a human and unconditionally loving toward their own natural body.

The NAA ( Negitive Alien Alliance) broadcasts psychological warfare content for perpetuating sexual misery in humans at varying degrees, including gender polarity reversal, gender splitting, misogyny, sadistic sexual preferences, and sex with children. The worldwide epidemic of sex with children at the causal level is the sexual misery program targeting mind control for pedophilia into the masses. Unhealed sexual trauma in all its forms radically disturbs inner gender balance.

Alien Abductees that are inducted into hybrid breeding programs, or endure genetic experimentation, mismatched body parts, forced intercourse or harvesting of their sexual fluids, can experience severe sexual trauma and gender polarity reversal, resulting in severe confusion about their identity, gender and sexuality. Some people are forced in the astral to have sex with an alien entity, and are emotionally devastated and confused as a result.

Targeted individuals can be attacked by anti-hierogamic technology to distort gender balance through manipulation of their sexual encounters or relationships. AI Clone bodies holding information of genetic equals are inserted in selected individuals, to put targeted people on false timelines or unite them in incompatible marriages, engineered on the Astral Plane, such as in the alien love bite scenario.

Public individuals that bring unapproved topics or esoteric information to the public, are targeted intentionally to distort their gender through mutations in order to discredit them or defame their character in any way possible. Many of these people are unaware their sudden desire to be transgender, or have a sex change is caused from targeted AI technology directed to them.

Transhumanism leaders are directly targeted to be involved in spreading and marketing transgenderism and will continue to form alliances, in order to promote these both as the coolest, trendy and most progressive alternative lifestyle for the upwardly mobile.

Generally the Soul is the female principle, and the Monad is the male. When either of these spiritual body parts are fragmented, reversed or traumatized in another timeline, this can impact the physical body in current time with sensations of gender mix-up or feeling stuck in the wrong gender body. Many times the spiritual body is not connected properly in the physical, and needs to be centered and grounded in the core of the physical body to heal gender balance.

If a person has had strong emotional connections or trauma in another lifetime as another gender, these memories can transfer into the current incarnation into another gender body from the unresolved conflicts generated from other lifetimes.

Spiritual attachments, entities and oppressions can also impact gender feelings and sexual preferences in an unaware human, in which the spirit attachment uses the host for experiencing certain sexual fetishes or gender preferences.

Many religious organizations are filled with alien mind control transmissions that are designed to radically distort the gender principle, and have concealed all information that the Christ is a male and female, androgynous god human. 

Androgyny has been purposely corrupted and is severely misunderstood. As a result, religious programming has severe consequences in harming inner gender balance, while promoting unhealthy sexual attitudes and intolerance.

Earth has problems with Soul Fragmentation from instantaneous traumatic deaths caused by assorted weaponry, from nuclear bombs to machine guns. When a person dies suddenly and tragically, and they have not been prepared for the afterlife, they can fragment and quickly attach to another incarnating baby body suddenly, without Life Review or conscious awareness. This has contributed to the spiritual problems that impact gender polarity in the biology at this time on ascending earth.

[divergent-one-1984]

Organized Crime Ring in Astoria, NY, in a neighborhood under the jurisdiction of 114th PRECINCT and in apartment buildings managed by CENTRAL ASTORIA, LLC. I have been the victim of TARGETED COMMUNITY HARASSMENT SINCE SUMMER 2016 because of my race and gender, I am an African American woman (because of a rumor / gossip mill started by staff at NYC DEPARTMENT OF EDUCATION while I was employed there from 2014 to 2016 I was made the victim of targeted psychological harassment). Due to the illegal access and leaking of private, personal, confidential information by wiretapping / cloning / hacking of personal devices and illegal surveillance in my residence. This includes leaking of confidential medical information (HPV, strains that can cause cervical cancer and an Abortion) - MY SISTERS SHENANIGANS FROM MARCH 12, 2023 - TODAY I DISCOVERED SOMETHING NEW IN BATHROOM

Update to my sister's GASLIGHTING shenanigans. I discovered TODAY, SUNDAY, MARCH 19, 2023, some moving around of items she usually does when she comes over did, the last time she was here was on MARCH 12, 2023 when she engaged in shenanigans regarding landline phone (see previous post).

Since there is seemingly ILLEGAL SURVEILLANCE (audio and visual) directed at and inside my apartment when using the bathroom I keep the lights out and block out as much sunlight / daylight as I can with makeshift curtains, etc. 

Me being in dark in bathroom is something she knows so she knows I would not discover immediately, especially because I know that ANTIBACTERIAL HAND SOAP is completely out, the large refill and the little pump, which is why I had placed the little pump on the top shelf of the over the toilet shelving unit, because when I am in the bathroom I am often in the dark due to the SURVEILLANCE, plus, that is a relatively obscure place for that bottle to be; it was obviously placed there intentionally, it was standing straight up, it did not fall from the top shelf and land like that so my sister or maybe her son placed it there.

This is related to the ongoing harassment about my vagina, HPV, YEAST INFECTION, since it is ANTIBACTERIAL HAND SOAP (which also has a picture of FISH ON IT, references FISHY SMELLING VAGINA / MENSTRUATION / reusable menstrual pads).

I generally use this soap to wash my hands, which includes times I have to wash my hands after I have laundered my REUSABLE MENSTRUAL PADS BY HAND IN THE TUB, and my period is due to come in a week or so. 

Also, NUMBER HARASSMENT tactics, the fact that my sister did this on 03/12/23, 3 and 12 are numbers psychological / subliminal references to different things, 3 references DEVIN ELTON THOMPSON, and 12 references me looking like a man / boy / transgender. The shelving unit over the toilet was a purchase from THE CONTAINER STORE. After I quit NYC DEPARTMENT OF EDUCATION IN APRIL 2016, due to the WORKPLACE MOBBING, I could not find work so I had to settle on a seasonal job in FULFILLMENT at the CONTAINER STORE located in the CHELSEA area (an area long known to be an LGBTQ.... friendly part of Manhattan (there is constant reference to me being part of this community, of which I am not, I support it but not part of it). While I worked here I was underweight because of the harassment that had by now followed me from the workplace into my personal life I had lost at least 40 pounds, my clothes were not fitting, for someone who has never been fat / obese or had issues with excessive weight or, losing 40 pounds is going to show, losing 20 pounds would show, so imagine 40+.

Anyway, while working at the CONTAINER STORE, one of the managers, an overweight white girl by the name of RACHEL, if I recall her name correctly, made a comment during a DIRECTED CONVERSATION she was having about me that I looked like a 12 year old boy.

Currently, I am back down to that "12 year old boy" weight.  All of the weight I re-gained during the pandemic lockdown has been lost in the last 2 years that I have been living back in ASTORIA, NY. I am back down at least 40 pounds / underweight.

The only people in the apartment on a daily basis are me and my bed ridden relative, who can't move around on their own so it wasn't them and it damn sure was not me and no normal reasonable person would place the bottle on the floor like that next to the toilet / plunger etc. If it had fallen and you discovered it on the floor a reasonable person would either place it on the sink or on the shelving unit.

It is also placed right next to the metal leg of the shelving unit over the toilet. 

The metal leg resembles / is a subliminal reference to a rod a gynecologist inserts into the vagina to insert into cervix to widen it in order to have an unobstructed view inside the cervix to look for pre-cancerous growths / polyps that may be growing inside of the cervix, not just outside of it, which is what was done to me the last time during my doctor visit in APRIL 2021.

My sister usually buys the large refills so we hold on to the small pumps you typically leave for use on the sink. Since we are out of the large refill and the small pump has been used until she bought more I kept the empty bottle on the top shelf.

My sister and her son have been harassing me since I moved back about 2 years ago.

Attached is the video I took immediately after discovering the empty ANTIBACTERIAL HAND SOAP pump bottle on and obscure place on the floor.

DIRECTED CONVERSATIONS Directed Conversation is a term referring to a stalking tactic using stranger’s conversation to both intimidate and to convey to the victim that they are under surveillance. During Directed Conversation, two or more stalkers will approach near to the target and engage in “normal” conversation with one another.

The conversation is purposefully made at a level so that the victim can adequately hear what is being said. During Directed Conversation, personal information concerning the victim is inserted into the speech and emphasized by the stalkers in a fashion that most non-victims would not be able to discern as harassment.

The purpose of Directed Conversation is to harass a victim, as well as make the victim appear mentally unstable should they attempt to complain about such abuse. These are conversations that complete strangers will have out in public relating to the target and their personal situations. Eg. They will repeat things a target said in their home, or on the phone. They will drop very personal details into the conversation, that could only be related to the target. Eg. Member #1. “It’s a shame Uncle Ed won’t be able to come.” Member #2. “Yeah, since he died golfing on Saturday.” The target will just have learned of a death of a favored uncle, (possibly named Ed.) while out golfing.

GAS LIGHTING Gas Lighting is a psychological technique used my members of these groups.

The purpose of Gas Lighting is to make a victim question his or her sanity. Doing little things to try to make the target think that they are going crazy. Gas Lighting simply is trying to convince someone that they are crazy or “imagining things.”

Example; If you mention Organized Gang Stalking to someone who knows about it and they tell you you’re crazy or paranoid they ARE Gas Lighting you.

The term Gas-Lighting originates from the 1944 film “Gaslight.” In the movie, the character of Gregory Anton, played by actor Charles Boyer, attempts to drive the character Pauline, played by actress Ingrid Bergman, insane.

NUMBER HARASSMENT Number Harassment is literally the use of numbers to Harass a target and victim, This can include the brainwashed members of these cults driving by a victims home at a certain time, exiting or entering the neighborhood at a certain set time, or performing a Harassment task or skit, at a certain time of the day or night, for the purpose of harassment to the target and victim.

The Number Harassment may be done in synchronicity with other members of these cults. For example a member of the cult arrives home at 7:07 in the afternoon and another member of the cult leaves at 7:07 at the same time. The next morning, one of the same members of the cult leaves home at 7:07 followed by another member of the cult. The individuals that belong to these cults are using local police 10 ham radio codes to harass and to convey harassment related themes to the individual being targeted for years at a time. The only logical explanation that can be drawn as to why these brainwashed cult members are using local police 10 codes to Harass other citizens, is that they have been deluded into thinking that they are somehow police.

The idea behind the Number Harassment, is to get the individual being targeted sensitized to certain numbers, so that they can be constantly Harassed by use of these numbers. Most importantly the members of these cults have already been sensitized, conditioned, and brainwashed to these specific numbers, and are constantly looking to their watches and clocks, to see what the time is, in case they have a Harassment skit or order to perform at a specific time of the day or night, that has been passed to them by their criminal leader and organizer via a cell phone text. That’s correct.

These cult members are actually being given Harassment tasks and Street Theater Scripts to perform at a certain time of the day for the purpose of Harassment of another individual, despite the fact that the individual being targeted can easily document this Harassment and Cult behavior using a video camera with a date and time stamp, and sue the individuals for damages of Harassment and Emotional Distress.

[bmaxwell]

Citizen Sleeper

Citizen Sleeper is part visual novel, and part board game.

Aaand that's where I will lose most people. Which is a real shame, because Citizen Sleeper is so much more than that sad, banal sentence suggests.

Citizen Sleeper is a story. It's about living in the wrong body. It's about limitations. It's about struggling to afford food and medicine. It's about finding meaning in an existence that is offering only trials and apathy. It's about finding your way absent of any direction or guidance.

It also features rolling dice and assigning those dice to various actions around a fairly drab-looking playing area. higher numbers tend to yield better results, and you are managing various meters representing health, energy, and money. If your health gets worse, you get fewer actions which makes it harder to earn money for the medicine you desperately need.

All of this will feel immediately familiar to anyone who has struggled in America's declining capitalist state, especially those from marginalized groups. Some folks insist your existence is not valid and simply regard you as a thing, unworthy of consideration. Some will sympathize with you and offer help as they can. Others will look to exploit you. Some may be a combination of these.

At first I found all of this to be stressful and off-putting. But Citizen Sleeper is a "fail forward" game where your story rolls with the game's events, rather than kicking you to a game over screen. Once I decided to just do my best and give myself over to the experience, I fell in love with the game.

It's a very human story, dressed in a veneer of science fiction. Citizen Sleeper takes place in a future where space travel is a part of life. You play as a clone - a corporation offers money in exchange for creating clones of a person for the purpose of labor. You get some money and, for you, life goes on as it was. A copy of your consciousness will be placed in a synthetic body and sent to a rock, or a factory, working away until their body gives out.

These synthetic bodies are built for planned obsolescence - only regular doses of a stabilizer drug (produced only by the corporation that does the cloning of course) will keep your body from rapidly decaying. Make a run for it and you won't get far. You managed to smuggle onto a shipping container bound for a satellite station. Once you get there, it's up to you to decide what to do with yourself. Of course, that brand of thinking takes a backseat when you are starving, run down, and homeless.

As the parent of a transgender child living in the United States in this foul year of our lord Two thousand twenty-two, it is very hard to not draw parallels between your aimless synthetic protagonist, and any number of marginalized folks struggling in this country.

The game is a lot to learn. Learning the systems took time and initially felt overwhelming. It isn't especially eye-catching (though I really like the character models). At a glance, it isn't approachable. There's not a strong elevator pitch for the game that will work for most people. It deals with some heavy situations. It's not really an escape from current events.

It may also help you think about things from a different perspective. Class struggles, haves and have-nots, who matters to us and who doesn't.

It's a lot of doom and gloom. But there is hope in Citizen Sleeper as well. It isn't growing on trees. It is found in individual people, and that is the takeaway from this game (for me at least). If the governmental and corporate systems in place cannot serve the populace (whether by ineptitude or by design) then we must look to one another for support. The hope is there.

The thing I have been dancing around is the game's phenomenal writing. There's frequently a far away, dream-like quality to it. With multiple storylines and endings to pursue, it has a lot of replayability - unusual for a story-centric game. The music is likewise ethereal, subtle, and quite beautiful. It's not often a game comes along that doesn't immediately feel like bits and pieces of something else. Citizen Sleeper will not find a wide audience, but those with the inclination toward these strange, verbose games will find something truly special here.

[ahsokasshoto]

Names and Faces

Star Wars: The Bad Batch fanfiction

No romantic relationships;  Omega, Hunter, Wrecker, Tech, Echo, 99, Nala Se

1999 words (I really couldn’t have just added one more, could I?)

Ao3

Summary: Imagine growing up on Kamino, dysphoric for a face that you see reflected back at you not only in the mirror but in everyone around you. Imagine what it would mean to be finally be seen as different, knowing that people were finally seeing you as you saw yourself.

Omega deals with growing up trans on Kamino, and how to later tell her newfound family this important piece of her identity and history.

TW: non-graphic violence between the first and second breaks, and mentions of/hinting toward dysphoria throughout

It was an okay face, she supposed. If she looked at it from a certain angle. And squinted a bit. The jaw was too set and square; nose too wide and flat; hair too rigid. But the eyes….the eyes were good. She had to learn to like this face. She was stuck with it.

“The hell are you looking at, Question Mark?”

The jeering voice shook her out of her thoughts and she winced. She’d been daydreaming in the middle of the cafeteria while staring directly at another clone. Again. He stepped towards her, brows knit together in a familiar fury. A group of clones stood behind him, backing him up. “I asked you a question, Question Mark,” he hissed, using the snide nickname some of the clones had branded her with. She was always disappearing for tests or riding the heels of Nala Se. No one quite knew what to make of her. To them, she was a big question mark.

She stood and looked into that face, her face, reflected back at her. She tried to keep hers neutral as she said sternly, “That’s not my name.”

**

The other clone smirked. “Well, what is it then, Question Mark?” He took another step toward her, those copper-colored eyes still menacingly afire. “Or is that just another question mark for us, too?”

Fortunately for Omega, those questions would have to wait as the cafeteria was suddenly abuzz with excitement. One of the clone troupes was back from a mission. “It’s the weird ones,” Omega heard another clone whisper. “Aren’t they called the Bad Batch?” another clone responded. “Don’t you mean the sad batch?” the clone who had jeered at Omega scoffed. But at least he was distracted for now, and Omega hurriedly made for the exit when she saw him.

It was that face, the one she’d seen countless times on countless people, but it wasn’t the same. His hair fell over it, and the dark ink of the skull pattern caught the bright Kaminoan light, making it look all the more shadowed. And with him were three other clones, each with equally unique faces: one with thin, hollowed cheeks and a crosshair tattooed over his eye; one which stood taller than the others, a twisting scar spread around one whitened eye; and one wearing high-tech goggles, face buried in a datapad. She’d never seen anything like these clones before.

The one with the skull tattoo turned on his way to a table and caught her eye. He gave her a small smile and nod before turning back to sit with his team. Omega could not stop her heart from fluttering.

"Who were those clones, Nala Se?"

Nala Se blinked slowly at her. "To which clones are you referring?"

"The ones who didn't look like clones. Big guy, one with goggles, one with grey hair and the one with the skull on his face."

"Those are the clones of experimental unit 99."

"Experiments?" Omega looked down at the cold machinery which poked and prodded her skin. "What kind of experiments?"

Nala Se moved some sensors, made some notes. "Nothing that concerns you."

Omega was not deterred. "Why do they look like that? Because of the experiments?"

Nala Se paused, all but sighing as she turned to look into Omega's wide, curious eyes.

"Yes. Aberrations in their DNA enhanced traits desirable in soldiers. We further enhanced those traits manually."

"Wow." Omega leaned back. "What can they do?"

"Enough questions for now, cadet. Just relax."

Usually, the sensations of the metal sensors on her skin brought on a dysphoric discomfort that would stay with her, sometimes for days after an examination like this. But today, her mind was far away, imagining the face she'd have if she could be different like Experimental Unit 99.Omega was still lost in thought as she made her way back to her bunk. It was late, and she hoped the other clone cadets would all be asleep. But her hopes fell when she heard heavy footfalls behind her.

"Well, well, well," sneered a familiar voice. It was the cadet from earlier, his crew still lurking behind him. "If it isn't the big old question mark. What are you doing out so late? Huh?"

Omega could feel his hot breath in her face. She glared at him. "None of your business."

But the other clone merely smirked. "I saw you looking at that sad batch clone earlier. You know what I think? I think you're defective," he said, jabbing a finger at her chest, "just like them. That's why they have to do so many tests on you." He tugged at her shirt. "Why don't you show us, Question Mark?" He lifted her shirt up and punched her in the gut. It knocked the wind out of her and she fell to her knees. She had barely time to throw her arms up over her face before a foot was coming at her head. The other cadets stood by and laughed. One may have even added some kicks of his own; there were so many, she couldn't tell, and she began to grow faint and dizzy. Finally, one of them said, "I hear footsteps. We'd better get out of here!"

They took off running in the opposite direction of the approaching footsteps. They were moving too quickly to be Kaminoan. She dared not look up as they grew closer.

"Are you alright?" said a soft-spoken voice, filled with genuine concern. She'd never heard that kind of voice on Kamino, not even from Nala Se. She risked a tiny peek, and found herself looking up at another clone unlike any she'd seen. His body was slightly hunched, his face wrinkled, but he looked at Omega with some of the kindest eyes she'd seen on Kamino.

"I...I think so," she winced, struggling to sit up. The clone reached out and offered a steadying hand, which she accepted. "Ow," she winced again, feeling a sharp pain in her ribs. She hoped they weren't broken; that would be difficult to hide from Nala Se.

“I’m 99,” the clone said kindly. Omega perked up. “Like Experimental Unit 99?” she asked brightly. 99 chuckled. “The Bad Batch,” he said fondly. “They had to go through this too, you know. At least, before Wrecker got too big to scare everybody off.”

She looked up at 99, wide-eyed. “Really?”

“Not all regs are like that, though. I’ve known some good ones. It’ll get better.” He smiled at her, but she still looked dismayed.

“I don’t know. I’m different, too. I don’t look like it, but I….I feel it.”

99 gently helped Omega to her feet. “Well, if you ever need someone to talk to about it, come and find me. I’d better get back to work, though. What’s your name, by the way?”

Omega smiled, and took a breath. The last letter. The last she’d ever be considered a question mark. Once the name passed her lips, there would be no going back. But she was ready.

“Omega,” she said proudly. “My name is Omega.”

**

99 had been right; things did get better once she told Nala Se she was transgender. “Most intriguing,” was all the Kaminoan woman had said, blinking those huge, taciturn eyes. She had begun production and administration of puberty blockers shortly after that.

Omega continued to meet with 99 through her transition, and the two became fast friends. She especially loved hearing his stories about the Bad Batch. The attack by the Separatists on Kamino was a devastating blow. She attended 99’s funeral ceremony, along with several regs. She looked over them all. Most did look pretty regular, but she noticed a couple, one with a hand painted on his armor and one with a tattoo of a five on his head. They must be more experienced troopers to have such marks. 99 had been right, Omega thought. Not all regs were bad if they could pay their respects to him.

People still treated Omega differently, but what no one realized was that every snide remark about her hair or her soft features or her clothing was a point of pride and power for her. They were finally seeing her as she saw herself.

And the next time the Bad Batch saw her, she could look back at them with a face as same but different as theirs.

**

"Tech, how's it going with that datapad?" Hunter said in a low voice. He, Tech, Wrecker, Echo, and Omega wandered the surface of Bracca, searching for a particular piece of machinery.

Something caught Omega's eye: a shock of color stuck out against the rusty brown all around them. She knelt down for a closer look. It was a small flower, delicate purple petals reaching through the junk for a chance at sunlight. It was beautiful.

"Nothing yet. The latent charges in the rest of the machinery here must be skewing my tech as much as your senses, Hunter." Tech shook his head. "My screen is like a big, blank question mark." The words jolted Omega out of her reverie. Her mind was suddenly thrust back to Kamino, when those words were slugged at her as much as fists were. Her chest grew tight and her heart began to pound.

“Omega?” Hunter heard her panting as much as he sensed her panic and was at her side in a moment. “Omega, what is it? What’s wrong?”

Her thoughts were racing; it was difficult to focus. “I....I just….” Big, splotchy tears began to spill. Everyone had stopped now to look at her, concern lining each of their faces. “Question mark. That’s what people used to call me, back on Kamino. Before….before I….” She couldn’t finish before choking out a sob. She turned away from them and ran back in the direction of the ship. Hunter made to follow, but Echo placed a hand on his shoulder. “Give her some space. If she wants to tell us, she will.”

The crew arrived back at the ship some time later to find Omega waiting for them. She looked at them solemnly, almost sheepishly. “I’m sorry I ran off back there,” she said quietly.

“That’s alright, Omega. Is everything okay?” Hunter asked gently.

Omega took a deep breath. “When I was first growing up on Kamino, I knew that I felt different, but I didn’t look any different from everyone else. I didn’t want to be a soldier. I didn’t want to be like them at all. I’d be taken away for tests a lot, and no one knew what to make of me. I was just a big question mark to them.”

She looked down at her hands. “Now when people see how different I look, it makes me happy. Because they’re seeing me as I am. A girl. I’m transgender,” she finished, and risked a glance up at the group. The members of the Bad Batch were all beaming at her with immeasurable pride.

"Wow," Wrecker whispered, his good eye wide and sparkling with admiration.

"Thank you for telling us, Omega," Hunter said earnestly, kneeling down to look her in the eye.

"We are so lucky to have you," Tech piped from behind Hunter.

"Absolutely. You may not have wanted to be a soldier, but you're brave and strong as one," Echo said.

"But way prettier!" Wrecker added, and they all laughed.

"Thank you guys," Omega said finally, wiping the tears from her eyes. "No one's ever understood me like you have. I couldn't ask for a better family."

"Me neither," Hunter replied.

"Here, here!" Tech agreed.

Wrecker couldn't take it anymore. "Oh, bring it in!" he cried and he wrapped his arms around Tech and Echo and sandwiched Hunter and Omega between them in a group hug. Omega’s heart swelled to know that she finally had a place and a family to which she belonged. Where she could be free to be exactly who she was meant to be.

[atlas-born]

So my Middle Earth: Shadow of War fanfiction series protagonists includes

A flirtatious ex feral tribe uruk dog dad with ptsd trying to start a revolution alongside his spoilt princess turned sheildmaiden dog mum gf.

An ex slaughter tribe olog leading a band of misfit, trying to get over his addiction to human flesh while simultaneously courting a human chef and keeping his blood brother from killing her out of jealousy.

An uruk necromancer with daddy issues who has to transfer bodies every few days to stay alive with his transgender medic love interest collecting artefacts to raise a Balrog for said dad.

An absolute unit of a gundabag uruk warmonger who likes getting pegged, helping a tiny blonde with a strap on conquer half of Mordor.

And afformentioned jealous blood brother with severe body image living in a brothel while tempting the prince of the Haradim to run away with him but not before looting the palace of all its gold.

Honourable mentions include: An assassin who has lived way too long for his own good and his little blood brother who is a clone of the necromancer and permanently a child. Terror tribe chauvinist who ends up adopting a child and is the no. 1 supportive dad of his little girls dreams. An old feral who can't be bothered and a machine tribe arsonist with a drinking problem.

[cristianasworld]

Il diavolo è un transgender. Abbastanza compromesso anche dalla sperimentazione, ma potrebbe essere anche un clone non solo un prodotto industriale e tecnologico delle Nazioni Unite insieme a creare disagi.

[destroyyourbinder]

But Musk and his colleagues should heed the warning that the Italian Futurist movement provides. This love of disruption and progress at all costs led Marinetti and his fellow artists to construct what some call a “a church of speed and violence.” They embraced fascism, pushed aside the idea of morality, and argued that innovation must never, for any reason, be hindered. Marinetti and his movement cheered, for example, when Italy invaded Northern Africa. “Italian bombardment of Tripoli from biplanes and dirigibles was the first air bombardment in the history of the world, and thus a major technological innovation,” writes Eugene Ostashevsky. Today, some technologists praise drone warfare with similar language. “Though they painted themselves as scions of a new age, the Fascists and Futurists were really ultraconservatives ideologically,” writes Gabriel T. Rubin. Again, sound familiar? In their never-ending quest for progress at any cost, today’s companies are flirting with fascism themselves.

I invite you to read this article alongside this NY Mag article about Martine Rothblatt, formerly Martin Rothblatt, the now transwoman founder of Sirius XM, who is often cited as the “highest paid female CEO”. Rothblatt is well-known for not only being a entrepreneur but for her commitment to transhumanist thought; she often makes the news for her religious transhumanist organization, the Terasem Movement, which advocates for extending human life through transferring consciousness outside the body, and for her attempt to make a sentient robot that is a perfect mimic both physically and “mentally” of her wife (known as BINA48). Rothblatt founded a biotechnology company (United Therapeutics) specializing in transplantation technology, including research into manufacturing human-compatible organs by cloning pigs. Rothblatt is often praised for charitably founding this company after her daughter was diagnosed with a life threatening lung disease, but United Therapeutics was recently sued for creating contracts with suppliers that blocked the release of a generic version of the same life-saving drug used to treat his daughter’s condition. While I don’t support the Federalist’s disruptive right-wing agenda, this piece on their website by the deplatformed feminist Jennifer Bilek is one of the most comprehensive articles tracking the very wealthy male people funding transgender causes, which tend not to include direct and effective medical assistance to transgender people nor advocacy for the real human rights issues that severely gender non-conforming people face, but instead lobbying for laws that obfuscate sex-based rights and the creation of capitalist medical infrastructure that affirms the gender related lifestyle choices that older, usually white males make, expanding the elective medical services market to new populations (such as children and lesbians). She notes Martine Rothblatt, among others, being one of the billionaires both financially and personally invested in the expansion of medical technology companies and pharmaceutical markets, who can “pull strings” behind the public scenes among upper class political and business networks to advance her favorite causes. I leave you with this quote from the NY Mag article, from Rothblatt’s son, Gabriel, which should chill you given Rothblatt’s simultaneous power and hubris and the history recorded above of people who have believed intensely that human limitations were an unfair restriction on their infinite wills, to be broken as a matter of principle. If you are transgender I ask you to think very carefully about whether this philosophy and its historical precedent is something you wish to guide legal advocacy for your rights and the medical infrastructure that you must interface with to access gender transition: As adults, the siblings have hashed over Martine’s choice, Gabriel says. If genitalia aren’t defining, then why put yourself and the people you love through such a painful process? Gabriel says he long ago made peace with Martine’s decision: “She did what she felt was right, the right choice for her.” But he also sees that it may have sprung as much from her lifelong determination to cross all borders as from a compulsion that was bred in the bone. “Sometimes it’s necessary to be a living example,” Gabriel told me. “If the point was just rhetorical, if this was just some philosophical scrabbling, the message wouldn’t have been as strong.” Then he brings up what he calls the familiar joke about why the libertarian chicken crossed the road. “The libertarian chicken dreams of the day when no one asks them why they crossed the road. It’s your body. It’s your choice what you choose to do with it. It’s not even our place or our business to be judging them or asking them why.”

[nmcconnellportfolio]

The Body as Sites of Power: Reproductive Rights and Patriarchy in Orphan Black and The Handmaid’s Tale

With the recent mainstream ruminations over reproductive rights in the 21st century and over the fate of Roe vs. Wade, there has been discussion over women’s bodies as the site of regulation and domination by institutions and societies both in history and in the present. More particularly, with the rising questions over the agency and subjectivity of women and their bodies, more of mainstream popular culture has ruminated over these important subjects with material such as the American TV series The Handmaid’s Tale and the Canadian TV series Orphan Black. Both texts – texts of speculative fiction focusing around women, where one text is about the possible loss of women’s rights in America and another where a group of women are found to be the subject of genetic experimentation – focus on women’s bodies as subjects to rules and laws beyond the subject’s control. More particularly, at the thesis of this essay, Orphan Black and the Handmaid’s Tale make the important connection between two subjects: how patriarchal systems, be they religious or scientific in name or nature, are interlinked with the control of human reproductive and more specifically, the control over women’s bodies and their ability to reproduce.

Understanding how control over the reproductive rights of individuals (mostly cisgender women) is an extension of patriarchy is important to answer, before we can discover how Orphan Black and the Handmaid’s Tale deals with this question in its text. Reproductive rights, as defined by the United Nations’s International Conference on Population and Development, declares in the Programme of Action that ‘reproductive health is a state of complete physical, mental and social well-being and not merely the absence of disease or infirmity, in all matters relating to the reproductive system and to its functions and processes’ (United Nations Population Fund, 2014, pp. 59). More particularly, while the issue of reproductive rights does apply towards all human beings (cisgender men, the transgender community and the intersex community), the target of restrictions over reproductive rights is predominantly cisgender women, where women are perceived as ‘“deviant,” “not respectable,” even “criminal” when they are seeking medical services that allow them to control their sexuality and reproduction’ (Chesney-Lind and Hadi, 2017, pp. 73). Particularly, when women go against the socially-sanctioned roles as the providers of resources – most predominantly, though the reproduction of children.

Within the system of patriarchy, one important aspect is the control of women’s bodies as resources of continuing on legacies (children being these legacies) and as sites of control for men. This is compellingly argued by Barbara Katz Rothman who said that with regards patriarchal kinship systems, motherhood is seen as giving birth to ‘children born of men, out of women’ (Rothman, 1994, pp. 141) – women’s bodies merely becoming the medium to blood-ties between fathers and sons. This is supported by Sibley and Osborne, who made the correlation between men’s negative attitudes about abortions and men’s ambivalent sexism which idealizes women’s places in societies as wives and mothers – where women are connected to their roles as providers of care and children to men, even to carry out pregnancies that are dangerous to the women’s health (Huang et al, 2014, pp. 445).

It should be noted that these two texts have patriarchal systems work in different ways to assert control over the female characters. In the Handmaid’s Tale, June Osborne and all Handmaids in Gilead become subjects of state-mandated rape and forced pregnancies with radical interpretations of Christianity being used as justification. If anything, the ideology of how women are used to provide men children (Rothman, 1994, pp. 143) taken to extremes with how June is seen as a ‘walking womb’ to carry Commander Waterford’s child and carries no maternal/genetic ownership when her child is born and separated from her.  In Orphan Black, the main characters are the product of illegal genetic experimentations where their bodies are literally patented by corporations, with science becoming the justification of the women’s loss of autonomy over their bodies. A situation which calls an argument an acclaimed feminist theory Lerner made about the commodification of women, where “women themselves became a resource, acquired by men much as the land was acquired by men” (Lerner, 1986, pp. 212) – in the same way the clones become merely genetic material to be monitored and experimented on. However, it should be noted that most of the main characters (excluding Sarah and Helena, who are actively hunted down because of their ability to reproduce) are female clones designed to be infertile, whilst male clones are designed to induce infertility on women who have sex with them. This aspect may see the weaponization of infertility as simply another aspect of the patriarchy, where Chesney-Lind and Hadi noted that such fears of children from disenfranchised communities where weaponized to reduce fertility levels in third-world countries – which reflects the Dyad Institute’s fear of not being able to fully control the clone’s bodies (Chesney-Lind and Hadi, 2017, p. 74).

Both Orphan Black and the Handmaid’s Tale reflects real-life historical and modern situations where religion and science have been used by patriarchal systems to assert control over the right to reproduction. In the same way that the clones of Orphan Black were deliberately made sterile, sterilizations have been done on women in order to prevent the birth of ‘defective’ children – particularly children born women of color, disabled women and poor women (Patel, 2017). In the same way that the Handmaid’s Tale invalidated abortion laws within America, in some nations male control over abortions is institutionalized where women require the consent of their husbands to gain abortions (Petterson and Sutton, 2018, pp. 235). In the same way that the main characters of Orphan Black were illegally monitored by medical professionals without their permission, women in real life have been subjected to unconsented medical surgeries without their permission (often in relation to medical procedures concerning pregnancy, such as C-sections), such medical abuses now deemed as obstetric violence (Kukura, 2018, pp. 730-734). And the darkest example is the usage of rape during genocides to impregnate victims with their perpetrator’s children (where in patriarchal societies, their children are viewed as their father’s linage – a call to Rothman’s explanation of patriarchal kinship systems), these forced pregnancies being classified by the United Nations as a method of committing genocide against a community (Smith, 2013, pp. 95).

In conclusion, both texts – despite the differences in how patriarchal systems operate against the female protagonists of the texts - both patriarchal systems in the texts of Orphan Black and the Handmaid’s Tale (the scientific institute of Dyad and the theocracy of Gilead), it restricts women to no longer being subjects of rational thought but as subject their bodies before anything else (Groaz, 1994, pp. 14). Such texts reflect the reality of how the control over reproductive rights (to have or not have children, to be or not be sexually active and in what circumstances and in what was) is merely one head to the monster that is patriarchy’s control over women’s roles as the bearer of children. In both texts, we see how women are reduced to merely being the subject to control. But in both texts of the Handmaid’s Tale and Orphan Black offer ways of rebellion, of becoming more than just defined by one’s body.

References

Chesney-Lind, M., & Hadi, S. (2017). Patriarchy, Abortion, and the Criminal System: Policing Female Bodies. Women & Criminal Justice, 27(1), 73-88. doi: 10.1080/08974454.2016.1259601

Huang, Y., Osborne, D., Sibley, C., & Davies, P. (2014). The Precious Vessel: Ambivalent Sexism and Opposition to Elective and Traumatic Abortion. Sex Roles, 71(11-12), 436-449. doi: 10.1007/s11199-014-0423-3

Grosz, E. (1994). Volatile Bodies: Toward a Corporeal Feminism(pp. 3-24). Bloomington: Indiana Univ. Press.

Kukura, E. (2018). Obstetric Violence. Georgetown Law Journal, 103(6), 721-737. Retrieved from https://heinonline-org.dbgw.lis.curtin.edu.au/HOL/Page?lname=&public=false&handle=hein.journals/glj106&page=721&collection=journals#

Lerner, G. (1986). The Creation of Patriarchy(p. 212). New York: Oxford University Press.

Patel, P. (2017). Forced Sterilization of Women as Discrimination. Public Health Reviews, 38(1). doi: 10.1186/s40985-017-0060-9

Petterson, A., & Sutton, R. (2017). Sexist Ideology and Endorsement of Men’s Control Over Women’s Decisions in Reproductive Health. Psychology Of Women Quarterly, 42(2), 235-247. doi: 10.1177/0361684317744531

Rothman, B. K (1994). Beyond Mothers and Fathers: Ideology in a Patriarchal Society. In E. Nakano Glenn, G. Ghang & L. R. Forcey (Eds.), Mothering: Ideology, experience and agency(pp. 139-157). Abingdon, NY: Routledge.

Smith, R. W (2013). Genocide and the Politics of Rape. In J. Apsel & E. Verdeja (Eds.), Genocide Matters: Ongoing Issues and Emerging Perspectives(pp. 82-102). Abington, Oxon; Routledge.

United Nations Population Fund. (2014). Programme of Action (20th Anniversary Edition) (p. 59). United Nations Population Fund. Retrieved from https://www.unfpa.org/sites/default/files/pub-pdf/programme_of_action_Web%20ENGLISH.pdf

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2013

· Boston Marathon bombing- two homemade bombs ripped through the crowd of fans and runners at the Boston Marathon finish line, killing three and wounding nearly 300 others. Two Chechen Islamist brothers explode two bombs at the Boston Marathon in Boston, Massachusetts, in the United States, killing 3 and injuring 264 others. · In a study published in the scientific journal Nature, researchers from Oregon Health & Science University in the United States describe the first creation of human embryonic stem cells by cloning. · Lance Armstrong made the dishonor roll this year when he admitted to taking banned substances and blood doping. · Harlem Shake and What does the Fox say · New words “twerk” and “selfie” were added to the dictionary this year, People took endless “selfies” for Instagram, and the word “selfie” even became Oxford dictionary’s “Word of the Year.” Also added to dictionaries was the word, “twerk” and “derp.” · One of the year’s biggest addictions was playing the game Candy Crush. Candy Crush became 2013’s most popular game on Facebook, with 46 million average monthly users. People loved it so much that they didn’t mind paying the extra fee to bypass difficult levels: the game nets almost $1,000,000 a day. · Miley Cyrus had her hit “Wrecking Ball” on the top of Billboard music charts, and a Saturday Night Live hosting gig while Grumpy Cat went from being an online sensation to a newspaper and magazine cover cat. · Kid President · Frozen movie · American scientists use a 3D printer to create a living lab-grown ear from collagen and animal ear cell cultures. In the future, it is hoped, similar ears could be grown to order as transplants for human patients suffering from ear trauma or amputation.

2014

· Ellen DeGeneres took an epic celeb-filled selfie during the Oscars ceremony. The selfie also set the record for most retweeted tweet of all time. · Flappy Bird was removed from the Apple Store. · Apple Watch · Ebola Epidemic Becomes Global Health Crisis · American Eagle stopped Photoshopping images of its lingerie models. · Pharrell’s trademark 10-gallon hat showed up everywhere. EVERYWHERE. · “Frozen” became the highest-grossing animated movie of all time. Nobody could stop singing “Let It Go.” · Dr. Dre sold Beats to Apple for $3 billion and became the richest man in hip-hop. · “Orange is the New Black” star Laverne Cox made history as the first transgender woman nominated for an Emmy. · ALS Ice Bucket Challenge. Millions of people dumped ice water over their heads for a good cause. · A 17-year-old girl from Pakistan became the youngest Nobel Peace Prize winner in history. · Recreational marijuana use was legalized in four states and Washington, DC. · Kim Kardashian attempted to #breaktheinternet ... and she released an app that brought in $200 million this year. · After 8 years of construction, the Freedom Tower finally opened its doors. · The Rosetta spacecraft’s Philae probe successfully lands on Comet 67P, the first time in history that a spacecraft has landed on such an object. · Malaysia Airlines Flight 370, a Boeing 777 airliner en route to Beijing from Kuala Lumpur, disappears over the Gulf of Thailand with 239 people on board. The aircraft is presumed to have crashed into the Indian Ocean.

2015

· New leadership took over in Canada. Justin Trudeau, the 44-year-old leader of the liberal party, won the election, ousting the conservative party from power. Trudeau is the second-youngest prime minister Canada has ever had.· Canada’s prime minister appoints a gender-equal cabinet · The United States Supreme Court affirms same-sex marriage · The discoveries made on Pluto-After travelling for nine years, NASA’s Horizons spacecraft finished its first fly-by of Pluto, taking photos of Pluto and its largest moon. The photos revealed the presence of ice-mountains and two new moons, Kerberos and Styx. · NASA confirms the presence of water on Mars · 195 countries sign the world’s first accord on climate change-Six years in the making, the 2015 Climate Change Summit saw 195 countries endorse the Paris agreement to limit climate change, which included new climate commitments. President Barack Obama called the historic global conference “a turning point for the world”. · Facebook set an engagement record. This year, one billion people logged on to Facebook in a single day. As Mark Zuckerberg happily pointed out, this means that one in seven people on Earth were on Facebook in the course of a day. · Star Wars “The Force Awakens” brought in $1 billion in 12 days, which is an industry record. It’s now the highest-grossing Star Wars movie in the franchise. It was also the first Star Wars that was released as a Disney film. · Cuba and the U.S. restored diplomatic relations. After a 54-year cold war between the two countries, they reopened embassies in each other’s countries. The U.S. and Cuba are still divided on many fronts, but their relationship has not been this good in over 50 years.’ · Caitlin Jenner

2016

· Prince, and David Bowie passed away. · Scientists figured out how to link robotic limbs with the part of the brain that deals with intent to move so people don’t have to think about how they will move the limb, it can just happen. · Thanks to the ice bucket challenge the gene responsible for ALS has been found, meaning we are closer to an effective treatment. Let me rephrase that: we are close to getting a treatment for a very bad disease because a lot of people (including really hot celebrities) got wet. · Pokemon Go! · Leonardo Dicaprio won an Oscar · Republican Donald Trump won the U.S. presidential election Nov. 8 in a surprise upset against Democrat Hillary Clinton. Trump had been all but written off by the news media and polling ahead of the election after a rough month in which a video surfaced of him bragging about sexual assault surfaced and questions swirled about his family charity. · Samsung Phone Explodes and not allowed on airplanes · Zika Virus spread across America · The world’s longest rail tunnel in Switzerland was unveiled on June 1. The project took two decades to complete. · The first solar powered plane, the Solar Impulse 2, successfully completed a trip around the world July 26. · Democrat Hillary Clinton became the first woman to be nominated to be president by a major U.S. presidential party July 26. · Reports of creepy clowns trying to lure children into the woods in South Carolina surfaced Aug. 29. The phenomenon would later go national, with hundreds of sightings reported in the United States. · Kim K gets robbed and held at gunpoint. · Shooting at Orlando Gay Night Club · Snapchat filters

[lesbiananimeism]

This just in, President Donald Trump’s first pick for the Supreme Court, taking late Justice Antonin Scalia’s seat, is Neil Gorsuch- whom is essentially a clone of Scalia.

Gorsuch is an “ardent textualist (like Scalia); he believes criminal laws should be clear and interpreted in favor of defendants even if that hurts government prosecutions (like Scalia); he is skeptical of efforts to purge religious expression from public spaces (like Scalia); he is highly dubious of legislative history (like Scalia); and he is less than enamored of the dormant commerce clause (like Scalia)," as according to SCOTUSblog, and has taken many actions against the move towards equality and civil rights.

In recent years, Gorsuch has called marriage equality “the liberal agenda”, supported Hobby Lobby in the 2014 Hobby Lobby v. Sebelius case, claiming that “private corporations are “people” under federal law [as according to the Citizens United v. FEC case]” and are thus allowed to deny their employees basic healthcare coverage if it goes against their beliefs (this includes refusing to provide access to birth control, hormone treatments for transgender peoples, etc.)

In 2015, Gorsuch also joined a ruling against a transgender woman whom was denied consistent access to hormones whilst she was incarcerated, completely dismissing her claims that the denial of care amounted to cruel and unusual punishment. [HRC source]

As according to AP News, Gorsuch is also “skeptical of governmental regulations”. claiming that the courts “give too much deference to government agencies’ interpretations of statutes”. [source]

tl;dr Antonin Scalia’s seat on the Supreme Court is potentially going to be taken by another Antonin Scalia, and you can bet that if he doesn’t get approved, the rest of Trump’s picks will be very much the same.