I decided that this is the time to ditch soundbar ( Samsung hw q600 with 9200 satelites) and build my first HT. So far i bought Denon x1800h ( around 560 euro). I ma looking now for pair of speakers ( bookshelfs mandatory) and I think center speaker. I would like to spend around 700 euro for those 3 speakers.
The sitting place is in front of tv, room is 16 m2 so the space is not to big. I know that with this budget it would be tough to buy sub, so my plan is to just buy nice pair of speakers and expand the setup laser.
My use case is 80% movies 20% games (I use headphones for music)
I did plenty of research already and possibly narrowed down my list to two models with matching center speakers. I noticed that Q Acoustics 3030i do have nice bass and might work without sub. The frequency range for Heco Aurora 300 is even better.
My question is :
1/Which one of those would you recommend ? Any other speakers to check ? 2/ would movies sound better with this setup comparing to my soundbar ?
I decided that this is the time to ditch soundbar ( Samsung hw q600 with 9200 satelites) and build my first HT. So far i bought Denon x1800h ( around 560 euro). I ma looking now for pair of speakers ( bookshelfs mandatory) and I think center speaker. I would like to spend around 700 euro for those 3 speakers.
The sitting place is in front of tv, room is 16 m2 so the space is not to big. I know that with this budget it would be tough to buy sub, so my plan is to just buy nice pair of speakers and expand the setup laser.
My use case is 80% movies 20% games (I use headphones for music)
I did plenty of research already and possibly narrowed down my list to two models with matching center speakers. I noticed that Q Acoustics 3030i do have nice bass and might work without sub. The frequency range for Heco Aurora 300 is even better.
My question is : 1/Which one of those would you recommend ? Any other speakers to check ? 2/ would movies sound better with this setup comparing to my soundbar ?
I’d really appriciate your advice.
The dead silence ("Oz effect") is a common sign of Missing411 portals.
I have read countless such stories about this phenomenon. People describe this silence as being muted or dampened. For example, they may still hear the sounds around them, such as the sound of a river or frogs around them, but instead of being at their full level, it sounds as if someone turned down the volume or something. Or sometimes it's as if the sounds of the outside world are going through water or some other invisible barrier, coming out quieter or distorted. On some occasions people reported that allegedly the world around them stopped or slowed to a crawl. For example birds would freeze in the air. But that is an uncommon accompanying effect. Other reported satelite phenomena with the silence have been visual distortions, either a color filter superimposed on their field of vision, as in an astral projection experience, or a full on gravitational lensing effect.
I have a theory about why that silence occurs. It happens when a person enters a so-called "reality bubble". It is a kind of bubble in reality, a place which is outside of the Earth the usual world as we know it. It is a localized field or bubble where the usual laws of physics do not apply, or are modified in some way. This is due to entering another realm, for example the realm from which interdimensional entities come from. It is a kind of portal. Either there are naturally occuring anomalous phenomena located in the woods, that the person casually stumbles on, or this reality bubble or portal was artificially created by interdimensional entities (who have an innate ability to do this) or by high advanced technology weilded by the UFO phenomenon.
The field or reality bubble is created around the person. This explains why sounds are lowered or not heard at all, because they are having a trouble going through this field. If the people saw events around them being stopped or slowed to a crawl, it means that the field had some time manipulation properties, such that the person was in a different time space than the outside world. I have read several astral projection experiences, when the person saw the world around them under a color filter. So when a person physically goes into such a reality bubble, it maybe indicative of being transferred into another realm, such as an astral realm. This is connected with the abduction phenomenon. People apparently get transferred into another realm, a different reality or plane of existence. Perhaps it is a way that these interdimensional entities abduct people, by first casting a reality bubble around them. I have read a story how a woman was enveloped in a reality bubble, and she saw people in the outside world. She called to them, but they could neither hear nor see her.
The other thing that I know is that something like this could be created via advanced technology instead. For example, people have allegedly reported seeing UFOs crafts that were able to fade in and out of reality, which I interpret as jumping via different realms. I think that the UFOs come from another realm to our realm, and they create portals and reality bubbles to get them here from there. According to Al Bilek, the United States navy was able to replicate this effect in the Philadelphia Experiment. They put Tesla Coils on a navy ship, generating an electromagnetic field so powerful in fact, that they were able to generate a reality bubble around the entire ship. While the equipment was turned on, the electromagnetic field was being held up, the ship quite literally disappeared from it's location, and was transferred into another realm. Then when they turned off the generators, the field went down, and the ship rematerialized into our own reality. Certainly UFOs have the technology available to generate such fields and jump between the dimensions. Paranormal entities may be able to do that as just an innate ability that they posess, without necessitating any advanced technology.
I know that the Universe is composed on only about 20% "real matter". The other 80% of the Universe is composed of "dark matter". We can't see it or interact with it in any way. The only way to detect the presence of dark matter is via gravity. There are certain spots in the space where there's apparently nothing there, and yet there's a graviational field corresponding on invisible objects being located there. No one knows what dark matter is. The scientists only theoretically know. But I know what dark matter really is. I think that it is the matter that comprises those other realms, from which non-human intelligences come from. I know that all planets such as the Earth have a lot of dark matter on it. It means that the Earth has a presence in other realms as well, but it is a much different Earth, populated by beings that we have no knowledge of. All matter is on a vibrational frequency. If you increase or decrease the frequency, the object disappears and reappears in another realm. There are multiple realms that are stacked on top of each other like layers of a sandwich. And each layer corresponds to a different frequency. By changing the frequency of an object or a craft, we can move along the layers. It's like tuning into a radio station. In every frequency there is another channel. There is different content. So in every frequency of matter there is a different environment, with it's own life forms. People have reported seeing gray aliens, bigfeet (apes), and other weird entities. I don't think that they come from other planets. I think that they come from other layers of reality. You can tune in only to one layer of reality at a time. Everything else looks like dark matter from your point of view.
Is anyone aware of what is the path for NB IoT via satelite / NTN, on the device side? If the devices on the field are NB Release 13 or 14 can we do a FOTA for R17 to support NTN?
Also, are NB satellite such as Sateliot going to use the same frequency of current on the ground networks?
I have 2 subs on either side of the room, they both have L/Mono RCA inputs. However the one not pictured, doesn’t have a High Pass function or outputs.
ReceivePre-amp has only 1 subwoofer RCA out.
I do not have satellite speakers.
My main question is do I run a wire from the Speaker Level Input on the sub to my amp that powers my front speakers? (where my finger is pointing)
If I did this wouldn’t that mean I would have to daisy chain my subwoofers?
Thank you guys
A year ago Harman announced a new 10-inch 250W, which goes down to 32 Hz. Anyone had a chance to test them so far?
Specs-wise, how does it compare to either used B&W ASW 600 (10"/150W/26Hz) or new SVS 1000-SB Pro (12"/325W/20Hz)?
I'm looking for a music-oriented sub to compliment JBL L52 bookshelf speakers, offload low frequencies from a vintage Marantz 1060 power amp and add some depth to bass-heavy electronic music. The space is rather small and I'm mostly into near-field listening
In this scenario, would you hunt for design (JBL's sub looks much alike the satelites), price (B&W can be found for as low as $200), or woofer size (SVS is 12" with otherwise comparable dimensions of the whole sub)? Any input is welcome as I'm rather limited in any sort of A/B testing
Special thanks to
u/SpacePaladin15 for creating the NoP universe, as well as
u/Ben_Elohim_2020 for giving me permission and helping me write this crossover. Link to his fic is down below.
Special thanks as well go to
u/xskipy10 for their awesome
fanart of the main cast, as well as
u/Accomplished-Golf-59 for including my fic in his
submission for the banner art contest. Give their posts some love. They absolutely deserve it.
[IMPORTANT]: I'm reuploading this since I'm just now learning that it's impossible to change the title of a post once it's been posted. I'm also taking the opportunity to try something with the formatting to hopefully avoid comment section overflow. Hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: This will be Part 1 of this little NoaHM x NoF crossover where Michael and Khornel journey to the city of Twilight Valley, where crime, both organized and not, run rampant.
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Will our heroes survive?! Or will this wretched hive of scum and villainy swallow them whole?! Stay tuned!
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Hunter Of Stars by Sebalter
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[The Following Is A Pad Communication Record Archived By Magistrate Intellegence]
[Call Connects...]
"Hello?"
"It's me."
"Ah. We were hoping to hear back from you. Anything new to report?"
"There's evidence to believe that The Guild ARE the ones responsible for the recent disappearances."
[There is a moment of silence on the other end.]
"It's...as we feared, then."
"You knew?"
"We suspected. That's why one of your responsibilities was to keep an eye out for any more disappearances. After incidents like in Dawn Creek, many Guilds planetwide have come under suspicion for corruption. Local magistrates are doing what they can, but we're spread thin. We had to be sure before committing to anything."
"Hence, why you hired me."
"Yes."
"Does that mean you're preparing to move in?"
"That depends. What proof do you have?"
"So far, all we've gathered is a half-melted walking stick that was owned by our most recent MP, and an image of a Guild maintenance report, but images can be doctored."
"We? Who is 'we?'"
". . .The human as well as the granddaughter of the MP are both assisting in the investigation."
"NEGATIVE! There shouldn't even be an 'investigation' at all. Your orders were to OBSERVE ONLY."
"My 'orders' were to keep watch over the human and be on the lookout for more disappearances. Now those two have intertwined."
"Keep them away from this. The politics of this are far too turbulent as is. The last thing this office, as well as this planet, needs are more injured or, Solgalick forbid, DEAD humans."
"I couldn't keep him away from this if I tried. I'm just trying to make sure he doesn't do something stupid."
[An audible sigh is heard.]
"Where is the human now?"
"Off doing something stupid, I imagine."
Memory Transcript Subject: Khornel, Krakotl Civilian Date:[Standardized Human Time] December 7, 2136
Aaaand that should be everything!
I'd just finished double-checking to make sure I had everything I needed: my grooming kit, my pad with a backup of the schematic I wanted built, the credit chip to make the payment...
And grandfather's sidearm...just in case...
Shaking myself free from my thoughts, I headed down the stairs into Michael's room. Why his species insisted on having so many… pelts… with them was beyond me, but one thing was certain from the chaos in front of me, it sure made them take forever while packing. At least, it did when Ms. Teylim was in charge of the checklist.
"Now you have your guitar?"
"Yes."
"AND your grooming supplies?"
"Yes!"
AND your pad? Which you WILL be checking regularly?"
"YES!"
"AND all the clothes you'll need?"
"Tey, I'm only gonna be gone for like a day or two!"
"ALL OF THE CLOTHES YOU WILL NEED?"
"YES! For Pete's sake!"
"Including extra undergarments?"
"TEY! I SWEAR TO GOD!"
"What? It's important!"
"How would you know? You don't even wear pants!"
"But YOU do. Therefore, important. You have them, yes?"
"Yes! Now please, just stop!"
I couldn't help but laugh at Ms. Teylim's mothering. The fact that anyone could treat Michael like a three-cycle-old hatchling was amusing to say the least. Still though, there was something endearing and almost...cute about it. Michael swung around to give me an annoyed glare.
"And what are you laughing at, Bird Brain?" b
"Oh nothing. Nothing at all."
Teylim crossed her arms at us. "Play nice, you two. You'll have nothing but each other to rely on out there. The last thing you need is to be at each other's throats."
Michael began awkwardly scratching at the back of his head. I also felt a twinge of guilt in that moment. She was right, and we both knew it. If this mission was going to be a success, we needed to be a team.
"Yeah. Sorry, Tey. You too, 'Nel."
"I'm sorry as well. Let's just get this done. Ready?"
Michael zipped up his backpack before putting it on and picking up his guitar case. "Ready. Let's do this."
We all headed up the stairs and past the living room where Tohba sat playing with his toys. Regardless of how short this voyage would be, I was going to miss that sweet, little, hatchling.
I suppose ONE last goodbye wouldn't hurt.
Tohba seemed to agree as he immediately lost interest in his toys once he saw us.
"MIKEY!!!!! NEWWY!!!!"
Like music to my ears.
Michael set down his case and went to pick up the hatchling. "Aaaaand UP WE GO!"
"WHEEEE!!!!"
We embraced the little one for a moment before pulling back. "Alright, Bud. Be good for your Mama until we get back, okay?"
"Whewe goin'?"
"I gotta go help Nelly with something. It won't take long."
"Wanna go wid Makey!!!"
"No Bud. You gotta stay here."
Tohba began tearing up. I was too. These past few
[weeks] helping take care of Tohba have been magical. I loved that little ball of fluff. And Michael had been watching over him even longer than I had. Saying goodbye like this, even for a short while, had to be painful.
"Buht....buht..."
"Listen, Bud. I have a very important job for you that only you can do."
"Impoh'ant?"
"That's right. VERY important. So I need you to listen carefully, okay?"
"Okay..."
"What I want you to do is help take care of your Mama for me while I'm gone, okay? Can you do that for me, Bud?"
Tohba pondered for a moment before looking down in resignation. "Okay Mikey...hewp take cawe ob Mama..."
Michael held the hatchling close and almost said in a whisper. "That's my Bud."
"Wuv you, Mikey."
Michael walked back to us. I took the opportunity to scritch the little one behind his ears. "Goodbye, Hatchling."
"Bye bye Newwy..."
Michael then knelt down and handed Tohba off to his mother. We both hugged them one more time.
"Be careful, you two. The Exterminator Guilds in The Twilight are far more radical than here, and that's even IF they aren't corrupt as well. Watch each other's backs, and come home safe and sound."
"We will, Tey."
After heading out the door, we began our trek to the tram station.
"So what do you have on this guy?"
"His name is Alexi. He's a human refugee displaced from the Battle of Earth, like you. He has a workshop in Twilight Valley's Human District."
"'Human District'? Why do I get the feeling that's just a fancy way of saying 'ghetto'?"
"Uuuuuuhhhmm..."
"Low-Income housing environment usually laden with crime."
"Ah! Well...I've never been so I wouldn't know. Who knows? Maybe the Human District is a nice place, that's decently maintained by their local Magistrate."
"Somehow, I doubt it."
I shrunk in on myself a bit. I knew Michael didn't like the idea of leaving town, period, much less traveling half a planet away. Sure the trams would reduce the trip both ways down to about three quarters of a paw, but it was still an entirely different place than we were used to. I could tell he was also tiring of having to explain different human words and concepts to me. I'd done my best to keep studying his people on my own, but there are so many things humans have that we just...don't. The Federation had wiped away so much in creating their 'perfect galactic society' that it felt like we'd never get it all back: Cyber security, accessibility ramps, disability accommodations, emergency responders, ACTUAL MENTAL HEALTH RESEARCH, HOW THE BRAHK HAD LITERALLY NO ONE THOUGHT OF ANY OF THIS?! The more I thought about it, the more enraged I got. I had to remember to not clench my fists again, lest I reopen my wounds.
"How are your hands, by the way?"
"Better. Still a bit sore, though."
"Sorry. I should've never let you listen to that stuff."
"No, it's fine. I...actually...kinda liked it. I also...may have...started watching the show..."
"Wait. Seriously?"
"I liked the colors, okay?!"
"You Krakotl really are just giant crows, aren't you?"
"The brahk does that mean?!"
"'Oh nothing. Nothing at all.' Jokes aside, I think it's cool that you're branching out a bit. Just...let me know when you get towards the end of Volume 3. I think it's best you're not alone for that one."
Putting aside his dark implications about my
new favorite show, I was happy to hear that I wasn't doing too horribly. I still remember my embarrassing display when we first met. Even after that I still kept on making mistakes and displaying my ignorance. I hated it. I hated always coming up short. I was still beating myself up for not thinking Ms. Teylim could help me with the Guild finance sheets. I kept wracking my brain trying to figure out how I could've thought that. Was it that it had just slipped my mind, or did my stupid brainwashed mind just NOT THINK a Yotul capable of doing anything helpful? I'd seen the way others had treated Ms. Teylim and her mate even when they first moved in while I was still a hatchling. The terrible things they'd say: primitive, uplift, stupid, useless.
Am I like that, too? Am I just as bad as them and just not realizing it?
"I know that look, 'Nel."
Michael's voice pulled me from my thoughts.
"Wha-? What look?"
"THAT look. Crippling self-doubt is MY thing, thank you. I'd appreciate it if my partner in crime was on top of her game right now. So how are we going to go about this?"
I shook my head. Michael was right. This whole trip had been my idea. I couldn't let myself get lost in doubt right now. I needed to focus.
"Right. Sorry. Well I was thinking...well I was actually hoping...you...could do the talking..."
"What?! Why me? You're the one who's making the deal."
"Yeah, but he's a refugee, displaced after The Battle of Earth, and he'd be talking to me, a Krakotl."
Michael took a moment to ponder. "I see how that could be a problem, but wait, doesn't he already know you're a Krakotl?"
Oh boy, here we go. "No...because...he already...thinks that I'm...you..."
This was the part of the plan I dreaded explaining the most. It wasn't even on purpose at first. I had gotten a really good angle on Michael during one of his protest shows and decided to use it as my online icon. By the time I realized what happened, Alexi was fully convinced I was a human male named Michael Ruiz Andrews. By that point, we'd already reached an agreement.
"Why did you make me your icon again?"
I felt a slight rush of purple on my face. "NO REAS- I mean. I thought it looked cool?"
"Ooooookay? Well let's change that back after we're done, just to avoid any more misunderstandings."
"Yes. Right."
Eventually we made it to the tram station. Dohkar was waiting for us. It seemed we weren't leaving town without protest.
"So you're really dead set on this then?"
"We have to do SOMETHING to help with the Guild Tour, Dohk. If this works out, we'll be free to keep our heads down and let those idiots collect our evidence for us."
Dohkar pinched the bridge of his snout, clearly nursing a headache. "You two are the biggest pain in my tail. You should know that I don't like this at all. The only reason I'm even considering it is because we should see how The Guild reacts to you being gone."
After a moment, he let out a tired, growling sigh. "Go. Get your stupid datachip and COME. STRAIGHT. BACK HERE. I'll help Teylim with Tohba while you're gone. But if you aren't back by the time I get ready for the tour, I'm calling the proper authorities on both of you and moving ahead with the plan. I'm not about to have two dead pups on my paws."
"Awe, you DO care."
"Enough. Just don't make me regret this."
With a huff, Dohkar stepped off of the platform and walked straight past us, barely acknowledging our presence. As he continued down the road, Michael called out to him one more time.
"Hey Dohk!"
Dohkar stopped for a moment, he slightly turned his head to look back at us.
"Thanks. We'll be back before you know it. Then you can call me an idiot all you want."
Dohkar's only response was to look back down the road and take a deep breath. Through my better hearing, I could just barely hear him whisper under his breath.
"Brahkin' better."
Eventually the tram arrived and we stepped inside. This would be a decently long trip, just over two claws. We'd also be making a connection once we'd made it over the border into The Twilight. Michael decided to start passing the time by working on instrumentals with his pad. I couldn't hear through his earbuds, but I could just barely read the title and artist.
What the brahk is an "Iron Maiden"?
Deciding it was better left alone, I pulled out my pad and resumed my own...independent research. I felt my excitement rising as I pressed play and was immediately greeted with the image of a red-cloaked female kneeling at a grave with the growl of a guitar in the background.
This'll be the day we've waited for!
This'll be the day we open up the door!
So cool!!!!
[Transcript Time Progression: 6 hours...]
Please, Pyrrha! Just tell him how you feel already!!!
Why must this show prolong my ship for so long?!
"Oooohoho YES!!!"
Michael's voice snapped me from my show. He almost immediately brought his guitar case up to his lap and began opening it.
"What's going on?"
"Just one of the most fun things you can do as a street musician, my dear 'Nel."
He then pointed down the corridor to the far end of the car where several other humans were gathered. I hadn't noticed but in the time we'd been riding, this entire car had filled up with almost exclusively humans. The ones he was pointed toward seemed to have instruments of their own that they were setting up.
"Randomly bumping into OTHER street musicians! This is gonna be AWESOME!! COME ON!!"
I got up and followed behind Michael as he approached the other humans. As we got closer, he began slowing down a bit, seemingly testing the waters to see if they'd even be interested in him joining in. He let out a soft chord, almost as a sort of greeting, which the others responded to with smiles and friendly waves. He was in.
"Need an A?"
"Sure."
The lead began repeatedly plucking the same tone on a stringed instrument similar to Michael's. I decided to take an empty spot on the wall to get a good view. As soon as I took my spot however, a few of the humans around me got up and moved themselves. I'm pretty sure I even heard one of them mumble "Genocidal bitch" beneath their breath. I instantly became self-conscious of where I was. Who knew how many of these people had lost their homes and loved ones to Krakotl like me. Michael however, seemed to take offense at his people's reactions. He gave the few belligerents a glare before whispering into the ear of the lead musician. After huddling for a moment, they all nodded in agreement.
Before long, they
started. Michael took the lead with a few muted strums. The car instantly began reverberating with the sound of multiple plucked instruments, a strange keyed pad of some kind, and a set of drums. Michael whistled a bouncing melody that floated over the sound. I'd never heard him whistle like that before.
Looking for a candidate.
You have an option, only one choice.
Sipping my drink, looking around.
There is so much beauty, yes we can.
And yet, self-confidence is a fragile concept that often fades away in the night.
Michael looked over to the man I heard whispering insults towards me.
There he comes, that unwanted guest. There's no place for you tonight.
Want me to go?! Want me to go?!
'Cause you think I'm lyin'. 'Cause you think I'm lyin'.
No! Open the door!
'Cause tonight I cannot go hunting for stars! No! No!
Michael's whistling returned. The man he'd scolded in song got up and walked away again. Looking back at Michael, I just shook my head bewildered. He always seemed to be saying SOMETHING with his music, as if singing for the sake of singing alone was just not good enough. I had to admit though, that ability to say so much with so few words was something I admired about him. I just wish he hadn't needed to jump to my defense like that.
Like an evil satelite,
Twisting the truth and leaving us alone.
In this mad and moody world,
Society without love.
And I state! My heart! Has been well trained!
I'm gonna be your candidate.
And again, there he goes somehow saying exactly what he thinks about this stupid galaxy. Honestly, more Federation races should listen to human music. It's not even that predatory at all!
I am the hunter. You are the prey.
Tonight I'm gonna eat you up!
Well that was a nice thought while it lasted. Suddenly I'm glad it's just humans in this car.
Want me to go?! Want me to go?!
'Cause you think I'm lyin'. 'Cause you think I'm lyin'.
No! Open the door!
'Cause tonight I cannot go hunting for stars!
Press my nose to the glass.
It's raining outside. It's raining outside.
The music slowed, leaving just Michael and the player in the back, tapping out resounding notes on the keys.
I would love to storm in,
And roar like a lion. And roar like a lion.
I fear your judgement. I fear you judgement.
I am so wet and dirty.
I fear your judgement. I fear you judgement.
It's me, and MY IMPERFECTIONS!!!!
The car almost seemed to jostle with all of the people dancing inside it. I began stepping along as well on of the other musicians stepped forward with yet another string instrument I didn't recognize. How many did the humans even have? The musician ran some kind of rod against the strings, creating tones that reverberated through the whole car. The began playing faster and faster, to the point where both of their hands were complete blurs. A light, aery, note signaled the end of their solo. In fact, all parties stopped playing, their instruments replaced with the clapping of every person in the car, and Michael's singing.
Want me to go?! Want me to go?!
CLAP CLAP!! CLAP!!
'Cause you think I'm lyin'. 'Cause you think I'm lyin'.
No! Open the door!
CLAP CLAP!! CLAP!!
'Cause tonight I cannot go hunting for stars! No! No!
Want me to go?!
CLAP CLAP!! CLAP!!
'Cause you think I'm lyin'. 'Cause you think I'm lyin'.
No! Open the door!
CLAP CLAP!! CLAP!!
'Cause tonight I cannot go hunting for stars! No! No!
The group all joined in once more for the final chorus. I had to admit. I was starting to get lost in it all.
Want me to go?!
'Cause you think I'm lyin'. 'Cause you think I'm lyin'.
No! Open the door!
'Cause tonight I cannot go hunting for stars! No! No!
Again, with that amazing whistling. Each repeat of that whistled melody was punctuated by the rest of the group. I knew I'd gotten carried away when, almost unconsciously...
PHWRT PHWRT PHWRRRRRRRRRRRTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!
I instinctively shrunk in on myself when I realized I'd just answered Michael's whistle with one of my own. Everyone instantly turned to me, even Michael seemed shocked. I was so afraid that I'd just ruined everyone's fun. My fears were almost confirmed when Michael walked over to me. Before I could stammer out an apology, Michael grabbed my talon and held it aloft in the air. I was so confused as to what was happening until everyone began cheering, for the band, for Michael, and for me. Was this...what it feels like when Michael is on stage? Without another word, we all bowed.
I think...I could get used to this.
After a few more songs, an automated voice chimed over the car's intercom.
ALL FOR: TWILIGHT VALLEY
Our stop.
We quickly grabbed all our things and stepped out onto the tram platform. We were here.
Memory Transcript Subject: Michael Ruiz Andrews, Human Refugee Date:[Standardized Human Time] December 7, 2136
Two thoughts immediately entered my mind as we stepped off the platform of the bustling tram station. The first was-
OH MY GOD!!! FUCKING FINALLY!!!
The sky... It's so fucking beautiful...
Sure, it was half-filled up with smog from the city and the light pollution was depressing, but I had spent the better part of two months on the dayside where the sun NEVER FUCKING SETS. Seeing literally ANYTHING other than that eternal sunrise was enough to make me tear up. My second thought however was-
"So how long were you planning on holding out on me?"
"What do you mean?"
"That whistle! Is that how you guys sing?"
"Well...one of the ways, yeah. Why? Was it...bad?"
"What?! Hell no! That was amazing! If I'd known you could do that, I would've asked if you wanted to join in on some of my shows!"
A flash of purple appeared on her face as she began stammering.
"Y-Y-Y-ou d-don't mean that."
"Of course I do! At least let me get a sample one of these times for my instrumentals! Uuuh...well...I mean...if you're COMFORTABLE with that, that is."
"You'd...really want me to sing with you?"
"Anytime. Anywhere. But...you know...AFTER we're done with this."
"Right. Okay. Let me pull up the address real quick."
As Khornel began swiping away at her pad to pull up her GPS, I began scanning the street in front of us. Tey was careful to warn us just how much more trigger-happy the Exterminators out here are. With Khornel being a giant for her species and me being well...me, we'd need to keep an eye out. The last thing we needed was unwanted attention.
"Okay! I've got it! Follow me."
As we carefully walked through the city, it was clear that the place wasn't too well put together, and it only got worse and worse as we got closer to "The Human District". Half the street lamps didn't work and rusted out cars littered the curbs. The buildings were rundown and falling apart, and all the unfinished construction projects everywhere were giving me uncomfortable flashbacks of my hometown. Not Five Meadows, my ACTUAL hometown back on Earth.
Ah, good old Wisconsin, where you're three hours from the closest anything and get all four seasons in one week.
We eventually made it to "The Human District", and it was exactly what I thought it would be, a dump. A completely, depraved, neglected, dump.
"Still think it's a nice place?"
"This is awful. What did your people ever do to deserve this kind of treatment?"
"Exist...apparently. How much further to Alexi's?"
"Not much further. This way."
We continued down the street, seeing more and more evidence of poverty and sickness. These people were living in some of the worse conditions and just had to deal with it for lack of better options. I felt luckier and luckier that I ended up in Five Meadows with Tey and not here. Eventually, we ended up turning into an alley and wound up at a metal door.
"Is this the place? There's no signage or anything."
"This is the address he sent me. We're here."
"I don't like this, 'Nel."
"Me neither, but we came this far."
With a deep breath, 'Nel banged on the metal door, and I instantly panicked when I realized...
"SHIT!!! I'm supposed to be you, remember?!"
"OH SPEH!!! I FORGOT!!! Here, take my pad! It has the schematic on it!"
"Okay, but what do I say?!"
"That you're Michael and you're here to bargain! What else?!"
"I'M NOT DOCTOR STRANGE!!!!"
Before our whispered argument could continue, a small slat in the door slid open and...something extended out of it. It looked like some kind of flexible telescope with a robotic lens on the end. The strange, glowing-red eye examined us. Small clicks and whirls came from it as it panned between us, zooming in and out.
"Who are you?! What do you want?!"
"Uuuhhm. Alexi, I'm here to bargain?"
The eye slowly zoomed in, squinting as it studied me. After a moment, the eye seemed to...roll?
"Bah! Americans."
In a flash, the eye retracted back through the door and the small slat slammed shut. The door opened slightly.
"Inside. Quickly!"
Without protest, Khornel and I scampered inside. We were greeted with the buzzing of fluorescent lights and a slight scent of ozone. The workshop was cramped and filled with workbenches, tool chests, and computer monitors, with a series of server towers lining the back wall. We turned back towards our new friend only to find a gun trained on us, not a plasma sidearm like the exterminators use, but an actual kinetic firearm.
How the hell did this guy get that here from Earth?!
I quickly put my hands up, signaling Khornel to do the same.
"You are Michael, yes?"
I felt myself begin to shake. It had been a while since I had a weapon pointed at my face like this. What made things worse was his eye. Turns out that thing that came through the slat in the door WAS his eye. The glowing-red lens bore straight into me. It had to be some kind of ocular implant. The rest of him wasn’t much better. He was pale and gaunt, with a patch of blond hair that seemed to fade into a ghostly off-white. Just looking at him was…unnerving.
"Y-y-yes. I-I'm Michael. C-could we p-put down the g-gun please?"
"Not until you do some explaining. You made no mention of bringing along a
friend with you. I don’t care for surprises, uninvited guests…or BIRDS."
He gestured to Khornel before aiming back at me. Turns out she was right on the money with her worries about him not liking Krakotl.
"Uuuhh, FLAMELLE here, is my personal assistant. She handles the boring tedious stuff while I handle more...exciting ventures. Like the datachip we talked about."
I hated everything about this. I hadn't felt this under pressure in a conversation since I had to deal with those two exterminators when I first came to Five Meadows. I had to keep the dialogue going, had to get Alexi back on topic. If this interaction went on too long, he'd get wise to our poorly thought out lies.
Just keep your cool, Michael. Just keep your cool.
Alexi took a breath and lowered his gun slightly. "Ah yes, the datachip. You have the spare copy of the schematic, yes?"
I quickly flipped to the folder with the schematic in it. Apparently the two had cooked it up with Khornel stating what she needed the thing to do while he would code it all in. Alexi's mood instantly changed once I handed him the pad. I shuddered as his cybernetic eyes extended and zoomed in on the image.
"Aaaahh. There she is. You certainly have fine taste in spyware. A datachip equipped with an infiltrator program built entirely around surveillance. All this darling needs is access to a network and it will hear EVERYTHING. Communication frequencies, security systems, if it has a microphone, she will hear it and tell you all."
"It's certainly something. When will it be ready?"
"Not yet. The program itself is mostly finished. All that is left is the chip fabrication. I will, of course, need to see payment. We did agree you'd pay up front."
She agreed to WHAT?!
I cleared my throat. "O-Of course! How rude of me! Flamelle, the credit chip, if you would?"
"Y-Yes, Mr. Andrews." Khornel was at least doing a decent job keeping her cool. However, if Alexi ended up screwing us, I'd definitely still have some words for her.
After being handed the credit chip, Alexi plugged it into one of his computers and checked the balance.
"Perfect. A man of your word, I see. I am glad you trust me enough to pay up front. I'll transfer the funds once work is completed. Now I just need to wait for-"
Before he could finish his thought, a knock came from the door. Alexi brandished his gun again and checked through the door slat.
"Speak of the devil! Cousin, you made it!"
Alexi excitedly slammed the slat shut before opening the door wide. A man walked in pushing a cart full of boxes. There was something…off about him, yet somehow familiar. Like I’d seen him dozens of times before.
"Is this all of it?"
"Every last board and cord, Alexi. I have to say though, this is some pretty high-end stuff. Got a big project?"
"Oh Cousin, you simply must see. Isn't it beautiful?"
The man gave an impressed whistle. "Alexi, you are an artist. Who's the buyer?"
I gave a nervous wave to the stranger. "That would be… me. Michael. Mister...?"
The man came up and shook my hand. Now that I had a better look at him, I could see what was so weird about him. He was…normal, too normal. There were no distinguishing features to him, nothing to focus on. I felt like I’d forget what he looked like the moment I looked away.
"Just think of me as your Cousin Vinny. Everybody’s got one, and whatever you need, your Cousin Vinny'll get it for ya."
"After checking the cart's contents, Alexi called over. "You are a saint, Cousin. This will do quite well."
"What's Family for?"
After "Cousin Vinny" left, Alexi took the cart over to a different part of the workshop.
"Now that I have the proper materials, I can begin work on the fabrication. First a small prototype to run the program through and make sure everything works the way it should, then the final product. Give me a moment while I set everything up."
"Of course! You can't rush art after all."
"I couldn't agree more."
With Alexi happily setting everything up, I went to take Khornel aside. Once I was sure Alexi couldn't hear us, the whisper-shouting match begun.
"Why the hell did you agree to pay up front?!"
"Why not?! It's not like he'd run off with it!"
"That's EXACTLY what people like this do! Or did you miss the GUN in our faces?!"
"Well at least it worked! And while we're at it, what's with the fake name?!"
"You always use fake names for stuff like this! I'd be using one too if YOU hadn't already given him my real one!"
"You're just being paranoid!"
"No, 'Nel. I'm being smart! Maybe you could try it someti-"
Oh fuck. That’s Alexi right behind her.
"ALEXI!!!! I uhhh...was just having a little disciplinary chat with Flamelle here. I knew her presence here might be a bit distressing but she insisted on coming along. You know secretaries, always being such worrywarts."
"Yes. I...know that not many humans can stand the presence of us Krakotl. I assure you though, I was always against the actions of General Kalsim."
Alexi gave us an assessing look. I'll admit I was talking out of my ass for most of that. My heart was pounding and a part of me was convinced he'd overheard us. After a moment, he relaxed and walked back to one of his desks.
"I...appreciate the sentiment. It is true. I came here after the Battle of Earth. I lost everything that day: my home, my life...my love..."
He picked up a holopicture frame from the desk. The image of a pre-implant Alexi standing next to an admittedly very beautiful woman...in a UN Space Force uniform...
"My Irina was fighting the fleet that day. If she DID ever make it back to the surface, it was in no state that was recoverable."
Khornel spoke before I could. "I...I am so sorry, Alexi. No one should ever have to go through that."
Alexi placed the frame back down and let out a sigh. "I'm sorry too. While I'm sure you're sincere in saying that, 'Flamelle'. I simply cannot forgive your kind for what they've done..."
The sound of screeching tires and slamming car doors could be heard outside.Alexi slowly pulled out his gun again. His voice was tingedfilled with restrained anger.
"I've had to tolerate a lot of unpleasant things in my life, the loss of my eye, the death of my fiance, living in this god forsaken ghetto, even doing business with birds... but the one thing I won't tolerate... is being lied to.”
In that one moment, nothing else mattered. Nothing but grabbing Khornel and getting the hell out of there.
"COME ON, 'NEL!!! WE NEED TO MO-!!!"
The door slammed open and a trio of men in suits lined the corridor, training weapons on us. . Most of them were humans. All except one. The leader who walked in was...a Venlil. His wool was pitch black and cut short. He was suited up as well, with an amber-orange tie to match his eyes. We were cut off from our only exit. I turned only to see Alexi with his gun out once more.
The suited Venlil spoke up. "Good evening, Alexi. You alright?"
"Just a deal that fell through, Trilvri. Think you could take out the trash for me?"
"Of course. The Family takes care of its own after all."
In my mind, I was panicking. How did we get here? Why did I agree to come on this stupid mission. I tried doing my best to assess the situation. If there was any way for us to get out of this, I needed to find it, but as I looked around at our captures, I came to a very bad realization.
Wait a minute: Suits, guns, Family, Cousin Vinny, "Family takes care of its own."
Oh you've gotta be fucking KIDDING ME!
"'Nel?"
"Yes, Michael?"
"Did you make a deal...WITH THE FUCKING MAFIA?"
"That depends. What is a mah-fia?"
An exhausted sigh was my only response. I DEFINITELY needed to explain the complexities of organized crime to her if we managed to survive this.
THIS, boys and girls, is why Order 56 is complete bullshit.
"Oh for the love of-"
THWACK!!!!!!!
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Next I bought the TYT TH-UV98 transceiver. When trying to flash the firmware, the programming connector (the Kenwood speakemic jack) jumped out by the springiness of their connectors and now my radio is bricked. I suppose it is for good?
Anyways, I may just buy another one and keep the bricked for spares. I bought it for satelite work, but the radio does not support cross band operation, at least not with the current firmware. That is why I tried to update. I wonder whether cross band channels could be programmed using the cable? Does the CHIRP software support such function?
Also I wonder whether there is a way to copy memory to VFO from the radio panel? And whether it is possible to display channel name in case the channel name is defined, but to display frequency if the channel name is not defined? Currently I may only display one or the other. If the channel name is not defined and the display is in MEM mode, then MEM-channel_num is displayed instead of the frequency.
Thanks and 73, Vojtech OK1IAK