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2024.05.16 23:34 goBerserk_ Project Napoleon Chapter 4
Fletch gently pushed open the large and lavishly decorated bronze doors of the university administration building and ambled out into the portico. He set his cup of coffee down on the pedestal of a granite pillar and pulled his cigarette case from the breast pocket of his tan trench coat. The old chief inspector plucked a cigarette from the ornately engraved case with slender fingers and wondered why the Kael let him come at all.
Something felt very off with the whole thing. The more he thought about it, the more he questioned the story he got. Mike Anderson was certainly depressed, but as far as Fletch could tell, he had not displayed any suicidal behavior. And why now? Fletch thought. Things were on the upswing for the kid. His grades were excellent, his family situation was good, and he was out of the house more this term than the last. Fletch scratched his mustache. Why would the seals hide the autopsy and the gun? He brought the cigarette to his lips, snapped the filigreed case shut, and slipped it back into the breast pocket of his coat. Fletch flicked open his lighter and sighed as he lit his cigarette. Murder.
It was a hopeless case. These days, warrants were approved by the seals, and even if they weren't, he doubted that he could get one anyway. His suspicion of foul play was backed by nothing but his instinct.
Fletch watched students hustle and bustle through the plaza in front of him as he puffed away at his cigarette and pondered his theory.
But why kill him now? They could have done it in complete secrecy while he was a POW. And it couldn’t be to keep what happened in Philadelphia under wraps. His death brings more attention to it. And he wasn’t a rebel. So why? Fletch sipped at his coffee as he flicked ash from his cigarette. Vengeance? Did he kill some noble brat during the war?
Fletch scratched at his grey mustache and glanced at his watch. I’ll have to follow that thread. He tossed his half-smoked cigarette into a puddle as he briskly walked down the steps and through the university plaza.
The withered investigator was deep in thought when he entered the parking lot. What do I tell that Enrique chap? He unlocked his car and crawled in. I certainly can’t tell him that his mate’s been clipped with no evidence. Fletch turned the key, and the engine of his little Volvo sputtered to life. It’s no bleeding use. I’ll just tell the lad they weren’t interested in sharing and keep my suspicions to myself.
As he reached for the shifter, Fletch noticed a delightfully thick manilla envelope stuck in the gap between the center console and the passenger seat.
He pulled the envelope from the crack. Gingerly, he opened it and pulled out a small note. It read We’re even now, prick.
Fletch smiled and couldn’t help but mutter, “The game is afoot,” as he flicked through the stack of documents inside.
Isabella poked her head into the large office and saw Professor Dret’la with a ball of dark green yarn on her lap and bone darning needles beset with carvings in her hands.
Isabella was struck with confusion. What? She crochets!?
The professor looked up from her labor, spotted the confused girl outside her door, and called, “Come in.”
Isabella walked into the office and took a seat. She gestured to the yarn in the professor's hands. “What are you making?”
The professor smiled as motherly as one could with a mouth full of razor-sharp teeth. “It will be a hat for my son. He just received his commission as a junior biologist, so he has to rummage around in freezers to get samples for his whole research team.”
Isabella blinked. This was not characteristic at all for the quick-tempered professor with a penchant for launching chalk across lecture halls at the mildest provocation.
Isabella shook off her shocked expression and gave the tall professor a dimpled cheek smile. “That’s so sweet! I’m sure he’ll love it. One of the best gifts I’ve ever received was a thick wool sweater from my mamma during a training exercise off the coast of Norway.”
The professor, still smiling, sat up straight. “I hope that’s the kind of reception I get.”
The professor’s demeanor hardened as she stowed the yarn and needles in the desk drawer. “Now, let's get down to business.”
Isabella gulped.
“To start, congratulations. You’ve passed our testing and been selected for officer training.”
Isabella asked, “Who else was selected?”
“There are nine others: Robert Rhodes, Elena Pavel, Hal Jellico, Zheng Li, Brooke Halsey, Colow Aden, Magnus Tordenskjold, Bill Lee, and Kazuya Yamamoto.”
Isabella didn’t recognize all the names.
“Should you choose to accept, you will be taking a prep course taught by Colonel Ocidea and I starting next week and lasting all through the summer. If we deem you ready, you’ll ship out for basic training and then off to the Royal Military Academy, where you can earn your commission.” Dr. Dret’la leaned in close to Isabella. “Do you accept?”
Without hesitation, Isabella answered, “Yes.”
“Mike, come over here. You’re going to want to see this.” Calty voiced from her seat in the front of the cockpit.
Mike rolled off the couch and walked into the front of the cockpit as the captain shouted, “Decelerate!” Mike couldn’t help but grab onto the back of Calty’s seat as the FTL drive kicked into gear. The cockpit glass dimmed just before blindingly bright blue jets of fire from the front-facing engines came into view. A bright green circle flickered onto the glass surrounding a marble-sized dot darker than the rest of the now dim screen. The dots and circles expanded at an extreme pace until they took up most of the display. Another dot appeared—minuscule compared to the other—surrounded by a red circle. The growth of the shadowy dots and the circles around them slowed and then stopped entirely as the engines sputtered out.
The HUD faded out of view, and the tint of the glass slowly lightened, revealing a vast planet embraced by blue-green ice with a colossal foundry in its orbit. The planet, a gas giant called Drassus, was orbited by four rings. One was made of containers, and the other three were made up of loose ore gleaming in the nearby star's light. Exhaust chimneys spewing gas and fire sprouted from the otherwise spherical foundry, giving it a sea urchin-like profile, which, together with the weave of pipes bringing fuel from beneath the icy surface of the planet below, made the foundry resemble an old naval mine.
The captain strode up to the front of the cockpit. “One-third ahead and steer 14 degrees left. We’re unloading in bay three.”
Six mech suits and a tug exited a plasma-shielded hanger as the ship came to a halt. The mechs glided to the front of the ship and started dismounting the external cargo bay from the Broken Fin while the tug hitched onto the opposite end of the ten-kilometer-long rack of containers.
A little while later, the tug pulled away with the load of containers, and the comm system blared to life. “Broken Fin, you are cleared to leave. The UO corporation thanks you for your business.”
The captain replied, “Our pleasure. Broken fin out.” as the ship pulled out of the loading bay.
He turned to the navigation officer and said, “Lock in coordinates for jump to Kael Prime.”
The captain went to the central control board and pulled up traffic control. “Tower 1, this is the Broken Fin. We request a jump slot to Kael Prime from Drassus.”
“Broken Fin, request granted. Your departure slot is at 16:33.”
Mike glanced at the top right of the ship's HUD and looked at the time. 16:21.
Better get my stuff together…
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The ship shuddered ever so slightly despite the inertial dampeners as it exited FTL. Mike was lounging on the couch with his bag at his feet. He was ready to get off this tub.
Mike idly watched flames lick at the cockpit window as the ship descended into the atmosphere of Kael Prime. He looked at Dreki, who was sitting on the other couch. His muscles bulged through his clothes despite wearing a white sweater so large it could be mistaken for the sail of an average-sized boat. Mike asked, “Do you know anything about what’ll happen to me now?”
The big Kael shifted in his seat. “Technically, I’m not supposed to tell you anything, but what the hell.” Dreki pulled the collar of his sweater down, revealing an angry white number burnt into his iron-gray skin just below the collarbone. “First, you’ll get branded.” He released his shirt and pointed to a small scar on the side of his head. “Then you’ll get an AR implant.”
“Where will I be getting that?” Mike asked.
“The Imperial Science Academy. We’re going to be staying there for a few days. They’ll run a bunch of tests and get you fitted for equipment there. After that, I’ll drop you off at the spaceport, and you’ll be off to Tlaxcalssus for basic training. After that, I don’t know.”
“Thanks.”
The ship shook as it touched down on the landing pad. “Time to go.” Dreki shouldered his pack and walked out the door. Mike fiddled with the straps of his bag as he followed Dreki down the ramp and to the far side of the ship, away from the rest of the passengers. Mike's nose was immediately assaulted with the acrid smell of sulfur from where the fiery exhausts of engines had melted asphalt. The spaceport was swarming with vehicles and filled with the constant roar of ship engines and a symphony of smaller equipment. Power loaders and mechs loaded and unloaded heavy cargo, shuttles bustled to and fro with passengers, baggage carriers snaked through the crowded landing pads, and vehicles that looked like floating garage doors zipped through the air at ankle height, bringing pilots and crew to their ships. Mike couldn’t help but chuckle a little at the absurdity of it all. Here he was, in the heartland of the enemy, walking through what was essentially a ten-acre parking lot.
Dreki plopped his bags on the ground and yawned as he stretched his arms over his head. “Our skiff will be here in a minute.”
Mike tuned out the beeps and whirrs of the tank-sized forklifts and mechs unloading the ship and gazed out beyond at the horizon. You’re not in Kansas anymore, bub. Mike thought as he studied the skyline of the imperial city basked in the glow of the early evening sun. Some of the buildings wouldn’t look all that out of place on Earth, but the skyline was assaulted with abominations that pissed on the laws of physics as Man understood them. Tusk-shaped skyscrapers defied gravity with their seemingly unsupported curves, and even more absurd were pyramids stacked atop another point-to-point like hourglasses. Any delusion of normalcy that Mike could come up with was shattered.
Dreki picked up his bag and pointed to a slab of black marble speeding towards them at ankle height. “Here’s our skiff.” A railing popped out of the center as the skiff came to a gliding halt. Dreki boarded the skiff and took hold of the rail, and Mike followed suit.
They sped through the spaceport and stopped outside what looked to Mike like a train station. Dreki shouldered his bag and stepped off the skiff. Mike stepped off and quickly fell in pace with Dreki. The big Kael led Mike into a grand station bustling with people. Most were Kael, but there was a smattering of other species. Some stared at Mike, others glanced, but most completely ignored him as he followed Dreki through the hall and onto a platform. Unfamiliar aliens clearly weren’t an uncommon sight here.
The walls of the station were covered with mosaics depicting Kael warriors from the distant past. Dreki noted the human's curiosity and said, “The founders of the clans.” He leveled a massive hand toward an opulent, towering mosaic of a Kael warrior wielding a bronze falx. The imposing figure's body was made of blue gemstones, the eyes rubies, one tusk silver, and the other gold. “That’s the founder of my clan, Drekalla Gold Tusk.”
Mike asked, “How’d he manage that?” As he followed Dreki into a mostly empty train car.
Dreki plopped down on a bench. “He was the war priest of Hroptaug the Conqueror during the unification wars. After the wars were won, Hroptaug granted us the Steam Hills.” Dreki pointed through the train window at the mosaic of another warrior whose body was made of milky white pearls. “That one,” He paused and spat on the floor, “Tiblan the Terror, challenged Drekalla to a duel for most of that land. Drekalla was cutting him to pieces, but the craven poisoned his blade. Just before Drekalla could deliver the final blow, the poison reached his heart, and Drekalla died. The only wound on his body was a cut across his forearm that barely drew blood.” Dreki rolled up his sleeve, showing a scar that reached from his elbow to the middle of his forearm. “Every K’alla is cut the same way to remind us of the blood feud.”
Mike inwardly sighed. Kael and their damned feuds… “How long ago was this.”
“Seven thousand four hundred and fifty-one years ago.”
Mike held back a snort. The absurdity of it all. The first human law codes came about to stop blood feuds, and out here, they have feuds that have lasted longer than Earth's recorded history.
“How’s that feud been going as of late?”
Dreki’s face sagged, “Not good.”
They both grew quiet. Mike shuffled uncomfortably.
Mike glanced at the route display and broke the silence, “What's with the middle city, inner city thing?”
Dreki relaxed slightly. “Oh, so the city used to be a fortification. The inner city is actually a volcanic island. The middle is built over the river, and the outer city was built on the banks.”
“I see.”
The doors closed, and the intercom sounded, “Next stop, the inner city.”
Dale Robert’s wrinkled face was unreadable, and his highly decorated black and blue dress uniform immaculate as he led a horse through the street. He felt the eyes of thousands of onlookers on him, and he hated it. The pure black horse had a black leather saddle on its back. Two tall, glossy black boots were placed backward in silver stirrups, and the elaborate hilt of Mike’s basket-hilted broadsword jutted from the top of a black leather scabbard buckled to the saddle. Roberts followed the horse-drawn caisson bearing the flag-draped coffin of his old commanding officer. Not much farther now, he thought. The sounds of the cartwheels rolling and the horse’s tack jangling were wholly drowned out by boots stamping the ground in unison. Almost all of the 1800 survivors of the 801st regiment were there, resplendent in their dress uniforms, marching behind Mike one more time. The local police and fire departments joined them.
Roberts was unsure about it all. He felt that the poor kid's family would have preferred a smaller service back home in Colorado instead of this damn near royal procession. And Roberts was damn sure that the seals did not give their permission for this, no matter what the police chief said.
A reporter ducked through the police barricade and tried to ask the marching soldiers questions, but they remained stone-faced as the procession marched nearer to the gates of Philadelphia National Cemetery. Roberts handed the reigns of the riderless horse to another man in uniform and joined seven other members of Charlie platoon in pulling the casket from the cassion. They silently began their march to the grave, closely followed by General McCarthy, the man who was Joint Chief of Staff, and the color guard. Bagpipers began to blare, “Going Home.” Roberts heard the sound of gravpulse engines and looked up in dismay as a Kael gunship broke through the low clouds and descended to just barely above the cemetery. A loudspeaker blared, “Disperse at once.”
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Something felt very off with the whole thing. The more he thought about it, the more he questioned the story he got. Mike Anderson was certainly depressed, but as far as Fletch could tell, he had not displayed any suicidal behavior. And why now? Fletch thought. Things were on the upswing for the kid. His grades were excellent, his family situation was good, and he was out of the house more this term than the last. Fletch scratched his mustache. Why would the seals hide the autopsy and the gun? He brought the cigarette to his lips, snapped the filigreed case shut, and slipped it back into the breast pocket of his coat. Fletch flicked open his lighter and sighed as he lit his cigarette. Murder.
It was a hopeless case. These days, warrants were approved by the seals, and even if they weren't, he doubted that he could get one anyway. His suspicion of foul play was backed by nothing but his instinct.
Fletch watched students hustle and bustle through the plaza in front of him as he puffed away at his cigarette and pondered his theory.
But why kill him now? They could have done it in complete secrecy while he was a POW. And it couldn’t be to keep what happened in Philadelphia under wraps. His death brings more attention to it. And he wasn’t a rebel. So why? Fletch sipped at his coffee as he flicked ash from his cigarette. Vengeance? Did he kill some noble brat during the war?
Fletch scratched at his grey mustache and glanced at his watch. I’ll have to follow that thread. He tossed his half-smoked cigarette into a puddle as he briskly walked down the steps and through the university plaza.
The withered investigator was deep in thought when he entered the parking lot. What do I tell that Enrique chap? He unlocked his car and crawled in. I certainly can’t tell him that his mate’s been clipped with no evidence. Fletch turned the key, and the engine of his little Volvo sputtered to life. It’s no bleeding use. I’ll just tell the lad they weren’t interested in sharing and keep my suspicions to myself.
As he reached for the shifter, Fletch noticed a delightfully thick manilla envelope stuck in the gap between the center console and the passenger seat.
He pulled the envelope from the crack. Gingerly, he opened it and pulled out a small note. It read We’re even now, prick.
Fletch smiled and couldn’t help but mutter, “The game is afoot,” as he flicked through the stack of documents inside.
Isabella was struck with confusion. What? She crochets!?
The professor looked up from her labor, spotted the confused girl outside her door, and called, “Come in.”
Isabella walked into the office and took a seat. She gestured to the yarn in the professor's hands. “What are you making?”
The professor smiled as motherly as one could with a mouth full of razor-sharp teeth. “It will be a hat for my son. He just received his commission as a junior biologist, so he has to rummage around in freezers to get samples for his whole research team.”
Isabella blinked. This was not characteristic at all for the quick-tempered professor with a penchant for launching chalk across lecture halls at the mildest provocation.
Isabella shook off her shocked expression and gave the tall professor a dimpled cheek smile. “That’s so sweet! I’m sure he’ll love it. One of the best gifts I’ve ever received was a thick wool sweater from my mamma during a training exercise off the coast of Norway.”
The professor, still smiling, sat up straight. “I hope that’s the kind of reception I get.”
The professor’s demeanor hardened as she stowed the yarn and needles in the desk drawer. “Now, let's get down to business.”
Isabella gulped.
“To start, congratulations. You’ve passed our testing and been selected for officer training.”
Isabella asked, “Who else was selected?”
“There are nine others: Robert Rhodes, Elena Pavel, Hal Jellico, Zheng Li, Brooke Halsey, Colow Aden, Magnus Tordenskjold, Bill Lee, and Kazuya Yamamoto.”
Isabella didn’t recognize all the names.
“Should you choose to accept, you will be taking a prep course taught by Colonel Ocidea and I starting next week and lasting all through the summer. If we deem you ready, you’ll ship out for basic training and then off to the Royal Military Academy, where you can earn your commission.” Dr. Dret’la leaned in close to Isabella. “Do you accept?”
Without hesitation, Isabella answered, “Yes.”
Mike rolled off the couch and walked into the front of the cockpit as the captain shouted, “Decelerate!” Mike couldn’t help but grab onto the back of Calty’s seat as the FTL drive kicked into gear. The cockpit glass dimmed just before blindingly bright blue jets of fire from the front-facing engines came into view. A bright green circle flickered onto the glass surrounding a marble-sized dot darker than the rest of the now dim screen. The dots and circles expanded at an extreme pace until they took up most of the display. Another dot appeared—minuscule compared to the other—surrounded by a red circle. The growth of the shadowy dots and the circles around them slowed and then stopped entirely as the engines sputtered out.
The HUD faded out of view, and the tint of the glass slowly lightened, revealing a vast planet embraced by blue-green ice with a colossal foundry in its orbit. The planet, a gas giant called Drassus, was orbited by four rings. One was made of containers, and the other three were made up of loose ore gleaming in the nearby star's light. Exhaust chimneys spewing gas and fire sprouted from the otherwise spherical foundry, giving it a sea urchin-like profile, which, together with the weave of pipes bringing fuel from beneath the icy surface of the planet below, made the foundry resemble an old naval mine.
The captain strode up to the front of the cockpit. “One-third ahead and steer 14 degrees left. We’re unloading in bay three.”
Six mech suits and a tug exited a plasma-shielded hanger as the ship came to a halt. The mechs glided to the front of the ship and started dismounting the external cargo bay from the Broken Fin while the tug hitched onto the opposite end of the ten-kilometer-long rack of containers.
A little while later, the tug pulled away with the load of containers, and the comm system blared to life. “Broken Fin, you are cleared to leave. The UO corporation thanks you for your business.”
The captain replied, “Our pleasure. Broken fin out.” as the ship pulled out of the loading bay.
He turned to the navigation officer and said, “Lock in coordinates for jump to Kael Prime.”
The captain went to the central control board and pulled up traffic control. “Tower 1, this is the Broken Fin. We request a jump slot to Kael Prime from Drassus.”
“Broken Fin, request granted. Your departure slot is at 16:33.”
Mike glanced at the top right of the ship's HUD and looked at the time. 16:21.
Better get my stuff together…
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The ship shuddered ever so slightly despite the inertial dampeners as it exited FTL. Mike was lounging on the couch with his bag at his feet. He was ready to get off this tub.
Mike idly watched flames lick at the cockpit window as the ship descended into the atmosphere of Kael Prime. He looked at Dreki, who was sitting on the other couch. His muscles bulged through his clothes despite wearing a white sweater so large it could be mistaken for the sail of an average-sized boat. Mike asked, “Do you know anything about what’ll happen to me now?”
The big Kael shifted in his seat. “Technically, I’m not supposed to tell you anything, but what the hell.” Dreki pulled the collar of his sweater down, revealing an angry white number burnt into his iron-gray skin just below the collarbone. “First, you’ll get branded.” He released his shirt and pointed to a small scar on the side of his head. “Then you’ll get an AR implant.”
“Where will I be getting that?” Mike asked.
“The Imperial Science Academy. We’re going to be staying there for a few days. They’ll run a bunch of tests and get you fitted for equipment there. After that, I’ll drop you off at the spaceport, and you’ll be off to Tlaxcalssus for basic training. After that, I don’t know.”
“Thanks.”
The ship shook as it touched down on the landing pad. “Time to go.” Dreki shouldered his pack and walked out the door. Mike fiddled with the straps of his bag as he followed Dreki down the ramp and to the far side of the ship, away from the rest of the passengers. Mike's nose was immediately assaulted with the acrid smell of sulfur from where the fiery exhausts of engines had melted asphalt. The spaceport was swarming with vehicles and filled with the constant roar of ship engines and a symphony of smaller equipment. Power loaders and mechs loaded and unloaded heavy cargo, shuttles bustled to and fro with passengers, baggage carriers snaked through the crowded landing pads, and vehicles that looked like floating garage doors zipped through the air at ankle height, bringing pilots and crew to their ships. Mike couldn’t help but chuckle a little at the absurdity of it all. Here he was, in the heartland of the enemy, walking through what was essentially a ten-acre parking lot.
Dreki plopped his bags on the ground and yawned as he stretched his arms over his head. “Our skiff will be here in a minute.”
Mike tuned out the beeps and whirrs of the tank-sized forklifts and mechs unloading the ship and gazed out beyond at the horizon. You’re not in Kansas anymore, bub. Mike thought as he studied the skyline of the imperial city basked in the glow of the early evening sun. Some of the buildings wouldn’t look all that out of place on Earth, but the skyline was assaulted with abominations that pissed on the laws of physics as Man understood them. Tusk-shaped skyscrapers defied gravity with their seemingly unsupported curves, and even more absurd were pyramids stacked atop another point-to-point like hourglasses. Any delusion of normalcy that Mike could come up with was shattered.
Dreki picked up his bag and pointed to a slab of black marble speeding towards them at ankle height. “Here’s our skiff.” A railing popped out of the center as the skiff came to a gliding halt. Dreki boarded the skiff and took hold of the rail, and Mike followed suit.
They sped through the spaceport and stopped outside what looked to Mike like a train station. Dreki shouldered his bag and stepped off the skiff. Mike stepped off and quickly fell in pace with Dreki. The big Kael led Mike into a grand station bustling with people. Most were Kael, but there was a smattering of other species. Some stared at Mike, others glanced, but most completely ignored him as he followed Dreki through the hall and onto a platform. Unfamiliar aliens clearly weren’t an uncommon sight here.
The walls of the station were covered with mosaics depicting Kael warriors from the distant past. Dreki noted the human's curiosity and said, “The founders of the clans.” He leveled a massive hand toward an opulent, towering mosaic of a Kael warrior wielding a bronze falx. The imposing figure's body was made of blue gemstones, the eyes rubies, one tusk silver, and the other gold. “That’s the founder of my clan, Drekalla Gold Tusk.”
Mike asked, “How’d he manage that?” As he followed Dreki into a mostly empty train car.
Dreki plopped down on a bench. “He was the war priest of Hroptaug the Conqueror during the unification wars. After the wars were won, Hroptaug granted us the Steam Hills.” Dreki pointed through the train window at the mosaic of another warrior whose body was made of milky white pearls. “That one,” He paused and spat on the floor, “Tiblan the Terror, challenged Drekalla to a duel for most of that land. Drekalla was cutting him to pieces, but the craven poisoned his blade. Just before Drekalla could deliver the final blow, the poison reached his heart, and Drekalla died. The only wound on his body was a cut across his forearm that barely drew blood.” Dreki rolled up his sleeve, showing a scar that reached from his elbow to the middle of his forearm. “Every K’alla is cut the same way to remind us of the blood feud.”
Mike inwardly sighed. Kael and their damned feuds… “How long ago was this.”
“Seven thousand four hundred and fifty-one years ago.”
Mike held back a snort. The absurdity of it all. The first human law codes came about to stop blood feuds, and out here, they have feuds that have lasted longer than Earth's recorded history.
“How’s that feud been going as of late?”
Dreki’s face sagged, “Not good.”
They both grew quiet. Mike shuffled uncomfortably.
Mike glanced at the route display and broke the silence, “What's with the middle city, inner city thing?”
Dreki relaxed slightly. “Oh, so the city used to be a fortification. The inner city is actually a volcanic island. The middle is built over the river, and the outer city was built on the banks.”
“I see.”
The doors closed, and the intercom sounded, “Next stop, the inner city.”
Roberts was unsure about it all. He felt that the poor kid's family would have preferred a smaller service back home in Colorado instead of this damn near royal procession. And Roberts was damn sure that the seals did not give their permission for this, no matter what the police chief said.
A reporter ducked through the police barricade and tried to ask the marching soldiers questions, but they remained stone-faced as the procession marched nearer to the gates of Philadelphia National Cemetery. Roberts handed the reigns of the riderless horse to another man in uniform and joined seven other members of Charlie platoon in pulling the casket from the cassion. They silently began their march to the grave, closely followed by General McCarthy, the man who was Joint Chief of Staff, and the color guard. Bagpipers began to blare, “Going Home.” Roberts heard the sound of gravpulse engines and looked up in dismay as a Kael gunship broke through the low clouds and descended to just barely above the cemetery. A loudspeaker blared, “Disperse at once.”
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Speaking to a representative can provide a more tailored quote and address any specific needs or questions you have.Evaluating Car Shipping QuotesReview Inclusions and ExclusionsWhen evaluating quotes, check what is included. Some quotes may cover door-to-door service, insurance, and taxes, while others might have hidden fees. Clarify these details before making a decision.Check for Insurance CoverageEnsure that the quote includes adequate insurance coverage. Your vehicle should be insured against potential damage during transit. Ask for specifics about the coverage limits and any additional costs.Look for DiscountsSome car shipping companies offer discounts for various reasons – military personnel, students, multi-car shipments, and more. Ask about any available discounts to reduce your shipping costs.Finalizing Your Car Shipping PlanSchedule the PickupOnce you’ve chosen a company, schedule the pickup. Provide the necessary details and confirm the date and time. Ensure that someone is available to hand over the keys and complete any necessary paperwork.Prepare Your VehicleBefore shipping, prepare your vehicle. Remove personal items, check for any pre-existing damage, and ensure the gas tank is less than a quarter full. These steps help protect your vehicle and streamline the shipping process.Track Your ShipmentMost car shipping companies offer tracking services. Use these to monitor your vehicle’s progress from New York to Florida. Stay in contact with the company for updates and estimated delivery times.Common Challenges and How to Overcome ThemDelaysShipping delays can occur due to weather, traffic, or logistical issues. To mitigate this, schedule your shipment with some buffer time. Keep communication lines open with your shipping company for updates.Damage During TransitWhile rare, damage can happen. Ensure that you have adequate insurance and thoroughly inspect your vehicle upon delivery. Document any damages with photos and report them immediately to the shipping company.In conclusion, getting a car shipping quote for transporting your vehicle from New York to Florida involves understanding the factors that influence costs, comparing quotes from multiple companies, and finalizing your shipping plan carefully. By following these steps, you can ensure a smooth and cost-effective car shipping experience. Whether you’re moving permanently or seasonally, the right preparation can make your vehicle transport stress-free and efficient. |
2024.05.16 23:33 Poo_faced H: Legacy reverse Scout leg pair Uny I Fdc W: Apparel or other high tier offers
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2024.05.16 23:32 Kylozix What’s going on with my cat Carmella’s coat? Sorry for the low image quality, it’s literally the only photo I have of her on this device
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2024.05.16 23:31 vattaek Help/suggestions Mexican (and Spanish maybe?) music
Hi! I gave Madonna by Oscar Maydon and Natanael Cano a listen and I was hooked. I went to check out their Spotify radio and loved other songs by Maydon, Fuerza Regida and Xavi among others. I really like that kind of music. What kind of (sub)genre(s) specifically are those and do you have any suggestions? Spotify also played other Mexican music that’s not really my taste. It’s reminiscent of carnival music? I feel like the accordion is the main culprit but I’m not sure. The songs by the artists mentioned don’t have that. Do you know what I’m talking about…? I’m not really sure how to describe it.
I’d love to hear your suggestions!
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I’d love to hear your suggestions!
2024.05.16 23:30 wasaduck Found a small immersion breaker
Watching my friend’s playthrough, he hadn't figured out how to use the tower on the quantum moon to swap between locations, so he was struggling with locating and flying to the moon's different locations manually each time.
He had an honestly kind of genius idea to set his scout on the quantum moon locator on Ember Twin so that to get a new moon location, he could just snap a backwards photo (the moon is no longer pictured), then snap front photos again to lock the new location because the locator and thus his scout on top would readjust to point right at it.
However, turns out the quantum moon locator doesn't work when you're a certain range away from it. It just stays pointing in the same direction. Bummer!!
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He had an honestly kind of genius idea to set his scout on the quantum moon locator on Ember Twin so that to get a new moon location, he could just snap a backwards photo (the moon is no longer pictured), then snap front photos again to lock the new location because the locator and thus his scout on top would readjust to point right at it.
However, turns out the quantum moon locator doesn't work when you're a certain range away from it. It just stays pointing in the same direction. Bummer!!
2024.05.16 23:30 Madi_Son42 Giant unknown plant
 | I saw a plant growing on the post of someone’s fence and I’ve never seen it before. I don’t have a photo unfortunately so I have drew a picture of what I saw. Kind of looks like upside down bell shaped flowers for the white part submitted by Madi_Son42 to plants [link] [comments] |
2024.05.16 23:29 MaxReiger [US-NC] [H] Various 4K Steelbooks & Premium Sales Weekend Sale Prices [W] Paypal
Weekend Only Sale Prices
~Each item has already been discounted by 15%!~
~ 2 Items or more will drop it by another 5%! ~
All Brand New & Sealed
Imgur - Photos of All Steelbooks & Physical Media (Ask for Close Ups)
Brand New & Sealed:
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~Each item has already been discounted by 15%!~
~ 2 Items or more will drop it by another 5%! ~
All Brand New & Sealed
- Paypal Only - Prefer F&F (Unless you're willing to pay G&S fees).
- Check Out Photos for All Titles - Might Not Be Listed.
- Message me if you are interested & I’ll send closer images.
- Each listing is 4K & contains a SteelBook unless noted.
Imgur - Photos of All Steelbooks & Physical Media (Ask for Close Ups)
Brand New & Sealed:
- Manta Lab [HK] :
- 2001: A Space Odyssey (Manta Lab Exclusive) ([ME #50] / One Click) - $240
- The Matrix Resurrections (Manta Lab DigiBook) (Lenticular Digibook) - $41
- Nova Media [KR] :
- Everything Everywhere All At Once (Nova Media Exclusive) ([NE#042] / Box) [KR] - $27
- John Wick [FS] (No Steelbook) (4K Ultra HD + Blu-ray) - $41
- John Wick: Chapter 2 [FS] (No Steelbook) (4K Ultra HD + Blu-ray) - $41
- John Wick: Chapter 3 [FS] (No Steelbook) (4K Ultra HD + Blu-ray) - $41
- John Wick (Plain Edition) [FS] (Blu-ray) - $24
- John Wick: Chapter 2 (Plain Edition) [FS] (Blu-ray) - $24
- John Wick: Chapter 3 - Parabellum (Plain Edition) [FS] (Blu-ray) - $24
- No Escape (FS Slipbox) (Limited Edition) (Blu-ray) - $27
- Peninsula [Slipbox FS] - $36
- The Jungle Book [FS Type B] - $45
- WeET [KR] :
- Arrival [FS A2] - $73
- Arrival [Quarter Slip C] - $68
- Bullet Train [Lenti] - $57
- Bullet Train [FS] - $57
- Bullet Train [OC] - $98
- FR Release:
- John Wick: Chapter 3 - Parabellum - $29
- John Wick: Chapter 4 (Collector's Steelbook Edition) [FR] - $67
- John Wick: Chapter 4 (Limited Edition) [FR] - $43
- No Time to Die (Limited Aston Martin DB5 Model Edition) - $105
- IT Release:
- Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness (SteelBook) - $25
- Hellboy (2019) (SteelBook) - $20
- Mortal Kombat (SteelBook) - $21
- No Time To Die (DigiBook) - $18
- The Matrix (SteelBook) (Titans of Cult) - $40
- The Scorpion King (SteelBook) - $22
- Zack Snyder's Justice League (SteelBook) - $27
- Mixed Releases:
- Ambulance (Steelbook Slipbox) [TW] - $58
- Black Hawk Down (Amazon) (Collector's Box) [JP] - $45
- John Wick Chapter 1-3 (SteelBook) (Limited Edition) [DE] - $54
- Mission: Impossible II (Steelbook) [Amazon Exclusive] - $27
- No Time to Die (Steelbook Slipbox) [TW] - $36
- Spider-Man: No Way Home (Steelbook Slipbox) [TW] - $40
- The Bourne Identity (FS Steelbook) (Special Steelbook Edition) [DE] - $33
- Transformers: Age of Extinction (FS SteelBook) (Yes24) [KR] - $45
- UK Release:
- 8 Mile (FS Steelbook) (20th Anniversary) (Zavvi) - $54
- Avatar: The Way of Water (Steelbook) [HMV Exclusive] - $44
- Avatar: The Way of Water (Steelbook) (Blu-ray 3D) [HMV Exclusive] - $36
- Edge of Tomorrow (FS Steelbook) (Ultimate Collector's Edition) (Zavvi) - $68
- Empire of the Sun (Steelbook) (Blu-Ray) [Zavvi Exclusive] - $18
- John Wick: Chapter 3 - Parabellum (FS Steelbook) - $37
- John Wick: Chapter 4 (Steelbook) (Limited Edition) - $43
- John Wick: Chapter 4 (Lenticular Slipcover Edition) [Amazon Exclusive] - $34
- Jurassic Park (FS Steelbook) (Universal Essentials Collection) - $49
- King Kong (Steelbook) (1976) - $36
- London Has Fallen (Steelbook) (Blu-ray) - $19
- Rampage (Steelbook) (Japanese Artwork Series) - $30
- Sicario 2: Soldado (Steelbook) - $30
- Super 8 (Red Carpet Exclusive Steelbook Slip) [Zavvi Exclusive] - $31
- The Bourne Identity (FS Steelbook) (20th Anniv Steelbook Gift Set) [Zavvi Exclusive] - $45
- The Matrix Resurrections (Steelbook) [Amazon Exclusive] - $23
- The Walking Dead: The Complete Series [Limited Legacy Edition] - $113
- US Release:
- 7th Heaven: The Complete Series (DVD) - $58
- Air Force One (Steelbook) - $26
- Ambulance - $11
- Avatar: The Way of Water (Steelbook) [Wal-Mart Exclusive] (Slipcover) - $31
- Batman Returns (Steelbook) (Blu-ray) - $14
- Band of Brothers (Box Set) (DVD) - $14
- Cowboy Bebop: 25th Anniversary (Limited Edition) (Blu-ray) - $72
- Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness (Target Exclusive) - $18
- Duck Dynasty: Complete Series (DVD) - $29
- ET The Extra-Terrestrial (40th Anni.) [Wal-Mart Exclusive] - $31
- F9: The Fast Saga (Steelbook) (Best Buy Exclusive) - $16
- Fast & Furious 6 (Steelbook) [Best Buy Exclusive] (Blu-ray) - $11
- Fury - $14
- Godzilla: The Complete Animated Series (DVD) - $12
- Halloween Kills (Steelbook) [Best Buy Exclusive] - $29
- Hellboy (2004) (Steelbook) - $23
- Hell or High Water - $11
- John Wick / John Wick Chapter 2 (Steelbook) - $41
- John Wick (Steelbook) [Wal-Mart Exclusive] (Blu-ray) - $18
- John Wick: Chapter 3 - Parabellum (Steelbook) [Best Buy Exclusive] - $41
- John Wick: Chapter 4 (Lenti Slipcover) [Amazon Exclusive] - $29
- John Wick: Chapters 1-3 (Includes Playing Cards) [Wal-Mart Exclusive] - $36
- John Wick: Chapters 1-3 (Includes Playing Cards) (DVDs) [Wal-Mart Exclusive] - $18
- John Wick (Dog Slipcover) [Target Exclusive] - $11
- John Wick Chapter 2 (Dog Slipcover) [Target Exclusive] - $14
- John Wick Chapter 3 (Dog Slipcover) [Target Exclusive] - $14
- John Wick Chapter 4 (Dog Slipcover) [Target Exclusive] - $23
- Jurassic Park (30th Anniversary) (Universal Essentials Collection) (Slipcover) - $34
- Jurassic World: Dominion (Steelbook) - $23
- Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom (Steelbook) [Best Buy Exclusive] (Blu-ray) - $13
- Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom (Steelbook) [Wal-Mart Exclusive] (Blu-ray) - $11
- Miami Vice (Steelbook) (Blu-Ray) [Wal-Mart Exclusive] - $18
- Mighty Morphin Power Rangers: The Complete Series (DVD) - $30
- Mission: Impossible - Fallout (Steelbook) - $17
- Mission: Impossible - Fallout - $11
- Patriot Games (30th Anniversary Edition) (Slipcover) - $15
- Punisher: War Zone (Steelbook) - $25
- Rambo: Last Blood (Steelbook) - $20
- Scarface (Steelbook) (Iconic Art) (Blu-ray) - $14
- Scarface (Steelbook) [Wal-Mart Exclusive] (Blu-ray) - $23
- Scarface (Gold Edition) (Slipcover) - $14
- Spider-Man: No Way Home (Steelbook) (Limited Edition) - $35
- Spiral: From the Book of Saw (Steelbook) - $23
- Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Complete Classic Series Collection (DVD) - $41
- Terminator: Dark Fate (Steelbook) - $16
- Terminator Genisys (Steelbook) [Target Exclusive] (Blu-ray) - $13
- Top Gun & Top Gun: Maverick (SteelBook Combo) (Ultimate Collector’s Limited Edition Gift Set) - $90
- The Big Lebowski (25th Anniversary) (Universal Essentials Collection) (Slipcover) - $33
- The Bourne Ultimatum (Steelbook) (Limited Edition) (Blu-ray) - $11
- The Flash (DigiPack / Icon Edition) [Wal-Mart Exclusive] - $34
- The Flash (Slipcover) [US] - $29
- The Pacific (Box Set) (DVD) - $14
- The Shield: The Complete Series (DVD) - $45
- The Spectacular Spider-Man: The Complete Series (DVD) - $18
- The Sum of All Fears (20th Anniversary) (Slipcover) - $15
- The Walking Dead: The Complete Tenth Season (Slipcover) (Blu-ray) - $13
- Training Day (SteelBook) (Best Buy) - $41
- Transformers: Age of Extinction (Steelbook) [Best Buy Exclusive] (Blu-ray) - $13
- Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen (Steelbook) [Best Buy Exclusive] (Blu-ray) - $13
2024.05.16 23:29 mymomisinjailagain Taylor’s face before she starts a mashup during the surprise songs
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2024.05.16 23:29 BrilliantNo7957 Should I get tested
25M here. I understand the sentiment behind not getting tested if you don’t have symptoms, but my genitals & perineum haven’t felt the same since an encounter last august. I haven’t had an ob, just a pimple that came months after the encounter (see previous post), didn’t hurt or anything, not fluid filled & left after a couple days. The bane of my existence rn is that whenever I get a “flare up” my hips, thighs, knees, legs & feet hurt. Anywhere from a shooting to a dull to burning sensation down my legs. My genitals, perineum & butt also hurt, especially when sitting. My lower half essentially just feels inflamed. One week i feel completely normal the next the pain comes back. A doctor told me this was probably not hsv as symptoms for this long weren’t typical, especially without a full on ob. Sometimes the pain is manageable other times it’s bad enough to where I can’t focus & it’s left me down & depressed. I’ll be honest, a part of me wants to live in ignorance & bear the pain but I’d hate if I do have it & transmit. I’ve avoided sexual encounters since then cos of it. But now I just can’t take it anymore. My plan rn is to see a urologist & rule out everything else (prostatitis, pelvic floor dysfunction etc) as they can have similar symptoms, before saying fuck it & testing for hsv. I’m tired of living in denial if I do infact have this, but scared of what the future holds if I get a diagnosis.
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2024.05.16 23:29 Dio_Brando1175 What’s an MCR song you always skipped but when you actually listened to it, it was a bop.
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2024.05.16 23:28 pzonee [S] [USA-NJ] 35mm & 120 film lot, Tiffen 1/2 Black Promist 67mm, Canon LTM 50mm f1.8
Timestamp & Photos
Tiffen 67mm black pro-mist 1/2 strength: $25 Shipped - Barely used, no scratches or issues.
Canon LTM 50mm f1.8 $45 Shipped - Inside glass is pretty clean save for cleaning marks and dust. I did accidentally drop the front element on the ground when cleaning the lens so it’s busted up pretty good. I tried to show the damage in the photos. I slapped a poorly fitting UV filter on it to protect it and as far as I can tell it doesn’t have a noticeable effect on shooting since the damage is on the outside of the front element.
Film lot - 35mm & 120: $80 Shipped - I have way too much film and just find I'm holding on to the rarer stuff for the special occasion that is never going to come.
-1x 120 Fujifilm Astia slide - exp. 2003
-1x 35mm Fuji Superia 1600 color neg - exp. 2013 - fridge stored
-2x 35mm lomography xpro chrome slide - exp. Unknown - fridge stored
-2x 120 Catlabs 80 black and white - exp. 2021 - fridge stored
I have several trades here and on other reddit sales subs like hardwareswap and fragranceswap. I also have a 100% positive feedback rating on ebay as both a buyer and a seller and would be happy to provide my account. Payment will be done through Paypal G&S only. Only shipping within the CONUS.
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Tiffen 67mm black pro-mist 1/2 strength: $25 Shipped - Barely used, no scratches or issues.
Canon LTM 50mm f1.8 $45 Shipped - Inside glass is pretty clean save for cleaning marks and dust. I did accidentally drop the front element on the ground when cleaning the lens so it’s busted up pretty good. I tried to show the damage in the photos. I slapped a poorly fitting UV filter on it to protect it and as far as I can tell it doesn’t have a noticeable effect on shooting since the damage is on the outside of the front element.
Film lot - 35mm & 120: $80 Shipped - I have way too much film and just find I'm holding on to the rarer stuff for the special occasion that is never going to come.
-1x 120 Fujifilm Astia slide - exp. 2003
-1x 35mm Fuji Superia 1600 color neg - exp. 2013 - fridge stored
-2x 35mm lomography xpro chrome slide - exp. Unknown - fridge stored
-2x 120 Catlabs 80 black and white - exp. 2021 - fridge stored
I have several trades here and on other reddit sales subs like hardwareswap and fragranceswap. I also have a 100% positive feedback rating on ebay as both a buyer and a seller and would be happy to provide my account. Payment will be done through Paypal G&S only. Only shipping within the CONUS.
2024.05.16 23:28 al3xr3ynolds underrated asf
 | the most underrated song on K.I.D.S. submitted by al3xr3ynolds to MacMiller [link] [comments] |
2024.05.16 23:28 marip0sita [MO] Is it okay to give away a small number of T-shirts with a copyrighted character for a child with cancer?
Hello!
I’m asking this on behalf of an elderly neighbor that asked me this question. I didn’t feel comfortable giving her an answer without some sort of guidance since I am not a lawyer.
My neighbor’s grandson was recently diagnosed with cancer. She decided to have 32 t-shirts printed with a Marvel character on them (The Hulk). She only plans to give these away to family and friends to raise awareness and rally around her grandson — she will not be selling them in any way.
I censored her grandson’s name in the attached photo for privacy reasons.
Knowing that Disney is a notoriously litigious company, is there any chance she could face a lawsuit for distributing the shirts?
We live in a very small town in Missouri, so the chance of anyone from Disney/Marvel seeing these shirts is slim. However, I don’t want to tell her it’s okay and then have this poor woman get sued.
Thank you in advance for your help!
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I’m asking this on behalf of an elderly neighbor that asked me this question. I didn’t feel comfortable giving her an answer without some sort of guidance since I am not a lawyer.
My neighbor’s grandson was recently diagnosed with cancer. She decided to have 32 t-shirts printed with a Marvel character on them (The Hulk). She only plans to give these away to family and friends to raise awareness and rally around her grandson — she will not be selling them in any way.
I censored her grandson’s name in the attached photo for privacy reasons.
Knowing that Disney is a notoriously litigious company, is there any chance she could face a lawsuit for distributing the shirts?
We live in a very small town in Missouri, so the chance of anyone from Disney/Marvel seeing these shirts is slim. However, I don’t want to tell her it’s okay and then have this poor woman get sued.
Thank you in advance for your help!
2024.05.16 23:28 Realistic-View1120 Fair Exchange - Potential Band for JAG?
An unsearched lead on the JAG spreadsheet and on this subreddit is the band Fair Exchange which has a song called “Just a Game” that cannot be located on the internet or physically.
The album that has this song is called “Rebound” and it dates to 1989 and contains two other songs: “Just a Game” and “Always Find A Way.” This was found on the site 45cat previously by another Reddit user.
While I cannot find any direct information on this album, I did find a band with the same name with a live performance on Youtube with similar vocals to “Just a Game.”
I found another band, also Fair Exchange, the timeline is around the 1980’s. Here’s some of their work: “Will I Ever Be The Same”
What do you guys think? Is there similarities in the voices? Should we get in contact with any of the band members to see if they have any connections to our song? I have not found any contact for the members as of yet. I’m not sure if either bands are the Fair Exchange we’re looking for.
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The album that has this song is called “Rebound” and it dates to 1989 and contains two other songs: “Just a Game” and “Always Find A Way.” This was found on the site 45cat previously by another Reddit user.
While I cannot find any direct information on this album, I did find a band with the same name with a live performance on Youtube with similar vocals to “Just a Game.”
I found another band, also Fair Exchange, the timeline is around the 1980’s. Here’s some of their work: “Will I Ever Be The Same”
What do you guys think? Is there similarities in the voices? Should we get in contact with any of the band members to see if they have any connections to our song? I have not found any contact for the members as of yet. I’m not sure if either bands are the Fair Exchange we’re looking for.
2024.05.16 23:28 Delicious_Position41 Reposting to show y’all how fake social media is..
 | Last post got taken down.. I don’t understand the hate from other people on this thread but point being- social media is FAKE ! A friend of mine posted this pic with a really popular influencer from LA- I thought she looked much different in the tagged photo than she does in her own posts. That’s all ! submitted by Delicious_Position41 to Instagramreality [link] [comments] |
2024.05.16 23:27 NYCBYB Worth propagating this willow?
 | It’s a pussy willow, about 20 feet tall. I cut some branches earlier in the spring for a vase, and now they have roots and leaves. Is it worth planting them? submitted by NYCBYB to landscaping [link] [comments] |
2024.05.16 23:27 ryry729 Why no love for Denmark’s song?
I honestly thought Denmark’s song was going to place high even in the finals. Even more surprised when it didn’t make it out the semi. Anyone have thoughts why?
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2024.05.16 23:26 lilburntoast Name an album and I will say my top 3 songs from there. (First topster)
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2024.05.16 23:26 sponge20bob What is Taylor’s best rock leaning song? And what is her heaviest song(relatively speaking)
Ok so I know Taylor is not a rock artist but she has done rock influenced and pop punk/rock songs, especially on speak now and to a lesser extent red. So I’m curious out of them what y’all think is the best
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2024.05.16 23:26 Fatality_of_Choice AITAH for parking next to someone at the OB?
This is dumb but I haven’t been able to get this interaction out of my head since it happened.
I (27F) am 8 months pregnant and I’ve been having dizzy spells when I’m on my feet for too long. At my last appointment, my husband didn’t join me because he was at home sick. (Usually, someone goes with me when I leave the house because of these dizzy spells.)
Anyway, I parked at the OB at a spot close to the door. A man and two women were getting into the SUV in the spot next to me. I tried to give them ample room but the SUV on my other side was against the line so I also didn’t want to block them. For visualization, the SUV they were getting into had been backed into their spot so my drivers door was by his.
The man starts loudly yelling about how he’s going to get in his car “one fucking way or another” as I am getting my bag together to get out. I hear him hit my door, slamming my review mirror closed, and making aggressive comments. I already wasn’t feeling well so I didn’t want to engage. The man was on the heftier side so I assumed he needed more room to get in. I rolled down my window and offered politely to reverse so he could have some more room. I did exactly that, he got in, and he sped off. Important note: I didn’t adjust my line up. I just pulled straight forward/backward.
I was shaken by the interaction and not feeling well. I had a breakdown in the OB office because of hormonal pregnant lady tears (as I call them).
When I walked out I saw my parking and realized I had been dead center in the spot (or just about). I even sent a picture to my friend asking if I was crazy or if my parking was fine.
I think I might be the AH because I saw he was a bigger guy and didn’t consider that when I parked beside him. But I also think instead of just immediately being an ass he could have knocked on my window to get my attention and asked if I could back out to give him room. Hitting my door and mirror while making aggressive comments felt unnecessary.
AITAH?
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I (27F) am 8 months pregnant and I’ve been having dizzy spells when I’m on my feet for too long. At my last appointment, my husband didn’t join me because he was at home sick. (Usually, someone goes with me when I leave the house because of these dizzy spells.)
Anyway, I parked at the OB at a spot close to the door. A man and two women were getting into the SUV in the spot next to me. I tried to give them ample room but the SUV on my other side was against the line so I also didn’t want to block them. For visualization, the SUV they were getting into had been backed into their spot so my drivers door was by his.
The man starts loudly yelling about how he’s going to get in his car “one fucking way or another” as I am getting my bag together to get out. I hear him hit my door, slamming my review mirror closed, and making aggressive comments. I already wasn’t feeling well so I didn’t want to engage. The man was on the heftier side so I assumed he needed more room to get in. I rolled down my window and offered politely to reverse so he could have some more room. I did exactly that, he got in, and he sped off. Important note: I didn’t adjust my line up. I just pulled straight forward/backward.
I was shaken by the interaction and not feeling well. I had a breakdown in the OB office because of hormonal pregnant lady tears (as I call them).
When I walked out I saw my parking and realized I had been dead center in the spot (or just about). I even sent a picture to my friend asking if I was crazy or if my parking was fine.
I think I might be the AH because I saw he was a bigger guy and didn’t consider that when I parked beside him. But I also think instead of just immediately being an ass he could have knocked on my window to get my attention and asked if I could back out to give him room. Hitting my door and mirror while making aggressive comments felt unnecessary.
AITAH?
2024.05.16 23:25 Equivalent_Lab_1886 Scared of brain tumor or something seriously wrong
Have had a lot of symptoms the last couple months. Most I have been able to attribute to anxiety since I’ve been working on it. I’m on lexapro, metoprolol (beta blocker) and short term Xanax. Now my health anxiety has moved into my eyes, brain tumors, schizophrenia, retina detachment. I feel like I’m seeing floaters out, dry/burning eyes as well as light sensitivity. Just totally freaked out and I know I’m on 3 different meds so I’m trying to convince myself it’s just side effects being made worse by me hyperfocusing on it and freaking out.
This started 2 days ago at the doctors office and he talked to me about it and said don’t pay too much mind to it . Well I ended up having a bad panic attack and went to the ER 3 hours later. They looked at my eyes and tested my field of vision and it was good but told me to see my eye doctor soon. I had an appointment yesterday with them.
They took a photo of my retina as well as testing my eye pressure and doing a slit exam. No sings of glaucoma, no retina detachment, no issues that they could see aside from my astigmatism (myopia?). I’ve known about that for years though. Now that I am hyperfocusing on it I feel like my eyes are burning more and now I’m seeing double vision.
Just need some reassurance and some folks to talk too :/ I’m getting testing done with my primary doctor as well for other things then my anxiety treatment.
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This started 2 days ago at the doctors office and he talked to me about it and said don’t pay too much mind to it . Well I ended up having a bad panic attack and went to the ER 3 hours later. They looked at my eyes and tested my field of vision and it was good but told me to see my eye doctor soon. I had an appointment yesterday with them.
They took a photo of my retina as well as testing my eye pressure and doing a slit exam. No sings of glaucoma, no retina detachment, no issues that they could see aside from my astigmatism (myopia?). I’ve known about that for years though. Now that I am hyperfocusing on it I feel like my eyes are burning more and now I’m seeing double vision.
Just need some reassurance and some folks to talk too :/ I’m getting testing done with my primary doctor as well for other things then my anxiety treatment.