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2024.05.10 11:54 PropRatActual The Black: Ep 116 Trust
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Cory woke to a beep on his communicator. Jacky grumbled softly beside him but did not wake as he slipped from her grasp and walked to his console. It was an alert from the night shift, it had been weeks since his mission in the K’Claram home system. Captain Collins was no longer assigned to them, but Cory had still made the descision to stalk the freighter they put a tracker on during that mission. He shadowed them deep into the up spin territory of what was once Unity space. He was deep behind enemy lines, and he was but one ship. He had made a promise, however; but up until now, the vessel he pursued seemed to be visiting exclusively heavily protected systems.
This message changed that. Their target was headed to the marsh world of the invertebrate species known as the Mauk’Lur. The Cephalopod species shared this world with a Terrestrial Snail like species, the Pli’Lur and their common last syllable had given rise to the Common name for the planet. “Lurix” had also become home to many Unity species that required higher moister environments. Siraf, K’Claram, as well as the Gecko like species Gireken all called this planet home, but it had no tactical or industrial usage that Cory could remember. What it did provide was an opportunity. Lurix circled a weak red dwarf star in a two-planet system that had become one planet in history lost. The outer planet, thought of as Luska, had been destroyed in a twist of bad luck long before most Unity races had achieved, or been gifted space travel. Her fragments had slowly expanded, englobing the small system in sensor scattering fragments, some as large as a S.O.L. It was a perfect ambush point, even if The Olyvia would have to take on a pair of escorting warships.
That was the second thing that changed. Their prey had received new handlers. This deep into “safe territory”, and transiting trough a chaotic interstellar debris field. Two frontier brigs were assigned to escort duty. If Olyvia was to take her first prize, this was to be the opportunity. Cory spent the next few hours of the early morning brushing up on the system, drafting a plan, and sending off the notification in a tight beam transmission to a predetermined set of coordinates that one of the Privateer ships was to be at all times. The coordinates were rotational, and each vessel traded out this duty. Olyvia was next on the rotation once he finished this mission.
Many Admirals would have demanded a request for permission to engage in a mission, but Admiral Grarzia was… different. Much to Cory’s chagrin, and Jacky’s amusement, “Mackenzie’s Privateers” had stuck. And Mac chose to wield his fleet very much like a loose consortium of Privateers. Cory was required to check in, and he was required to follow some basic rotations to give his crew and others both opportunity and rest. Aside from that, He merely needed to submit a location of operation and a plan. By default, all plans were approved unless a captain received a response within a standard day. This was because of the wide swath of the void that all the captains operated in. Any longer of a response time risked missed opportunities, and Mac prioritized Autonomy and swiftness of action over standardized procedure.
Cory finished his report and que’d it for the next transmission as a priority… just in time for a soft hand to brush his shoulder. Jackie slipped around his chair, sitting on his lap to face him as she kissed him good morning, “You’re up early.” She whispered.
“Hmm, good morning to you.” Cory smiled down at her. “The freighter is on the move; we have a window.”
“OH?” Jackies voice was husky, and she slowly picked at the buttons of the shirt he had thrown on to stay warm at his desk. “And that was so important you had to get out of bed?” she asked, freeing the top few buttons. She leaned in to nip at his neck and slip her hands inside his shirt. Cory felt her body heat as she fully released his shirt and pressed herself up against him.
“Hmmm” Cory mused, running light fingertips up and down her flanks. “When you ask it like this… we’ll be late for our shifts.” He rumbled back down at her, grabbing her hips to pull her closer to him.
“Then what are you waiting for” Jacky smirked, arching her back and pulling herself up to kiss him fiercely, eliciting a possessive growl from Cory as he met her lips with his.
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Kar’s tail threatened to obliterate the second chair in as many days. The loss of the Vorath Cruiser… to pirates no less… threatened to land a serious blow to the alliance between His people and their Vorath Allies. He was currently in transit back to the mother world for the beginning of what the Vorath called “Phase 1”. His flag, the Thermian made Battle Cruiser named “Vengeful Maw”, was escorted by her sister ship “Blooded Claw” and three escort destroyers with names Kar did not bother remembering.
Phase 1 was claimed to be the beginning of the Thermian genetic enhancement program. Their Vorath allies were taking genetic samples of a wide swath of the Thermian population to begin designing their future. Kar was returning to give his own sample, as well as attend a few discussions regarding the war effort, and what comes after. Giving the Vorath this much control over his people’s very existence was as unsettling as it was necessary, but it would not always be so.
The shift in the Hum of the vessel broke Kar from his musings as the fleet entered the mother system, and he stepped out of his working office and took the short walk to the bridge. The desert world of his birth appeared as a distant tan dot, the second of four worlds that orbited a bright yellow star. Theirs was one of the largest systems in the Unity, and it was well defended by two full battle groups and a quintuplet of heavily armed orbital station. The Thermian admiral listened to the flurry of activity and communications as his fleet was cleared into the system. It would be another 6 hours at sub light speeds until they reached orbit. Kar settled into his seat on the bridge, preparing for the days to come.
A flash of blinding light flared through the observation windows of the bridge. Almost instantly, an alarm Klaxon blared, and a massive impact shook Kar’s flagship. Main power failed almost instantly, and a second alarm began wailing. Kar grabbed his suits controls, activating the Helmet. His suit was more advanced than the average crewman’s, loaded with Nanite Tech from their Vorath benefactors. His helmet automatically deployed and encapsulated his snout as many around him clambered to put on their helmets as the bridge began to rapidly decompress. Half of his crew got their helmets on in time, Kar was grabbed physically by the captain of the ship, and the two of them, accompanied by three other bridge crew struggled out of the bridge and down the corridor. A pair of bulkheads ruptured into fragments, scything their way through the group. The surviving helmsman had his left arm torn off before the same shard removed the captain’s head from his shoulders. Kar growled into his mic as a smaller shard embedded itself in his tail. The hall in front of them began belching flame and plasma as the stricken warship groaned beneath him, but they had reached their destination.
One of the surviving crewmen keyed in the code to the panel, activating the doors to the emergency lifeboat, and began waving the admiral in. Kar stepped through with a nod and turned to aid the last surviving member of the bridge crew just as, yet another violent secondary explosion threw him to the floor of the small escape craft. The crewman seemed to stare in shock down the hallway before slowly turning to face his commander. The young Thermian gave the admiral a crisp Thermian naval salute with one hand, and slapped the controls with the other, sealing Kar alone inside the lifeboat. Kar could only look on as the Crewman, still holding the salute, was incinerated by a wall of plasma just before the lifeboats auto launch sequence activated. Kar was thrown to the floor a second time as the explosive bolts blew, and the thrusters fired. The 15-seat escape boat, with a sole Thermian admiral inside, rocketed away as Kar stood, pressing against the portholes. Kar’s helmet deactivated in the repressurized atmosphere of the lifeboat. Through the pressure tested circular window, Kar received his first glimpses of what happened. His Flag ship was in three pieces, and he could see long curved shards protruding from at least two of those fragments. One shard, near the bridge, flickered with the half destroyed main drive thruster of a conspicuously absent destroyer. Kar let out a hiss of shock, unable to do anything but watch as the debris field slowly expanded over the next several minutes before a second flash, this one striking His flags sistership directly amidships, blinded him for a moment. The impact completely ignored its raised shields, pealing the warship apart as jets of plasma flared through widening seams. The pressure spike from the interior atmosphere being instantly heated to a plasma finished the job. It tore the hull asunder in a violent expansion of lethal confetti that sliced one of the fragments of Kar’s once flagship in two. A second shard of the Blooded Claw speared one of the surviving destroyers bow on, and the stricken vessel began a slow uncontrolled corkscrew as her main power failed, and her thrusters fluttered and flickered in asymmetric power. Kar took a few steps backward, sitting heavily on one of the seats as the lifeboat began an excruciatingly slow burn towards the nearest surviving warship.
The Thermian home system’s last planet from its star was not alone. Her unanticipated companions had drifted in under minimal power. They spent over a week there, hidden from detection as they mapped the solar winds, magnetic variances, and gravitational profiles of the system. They had been nearly discovered on three occasions during that time, but the Patrols were seen, and dodged, long before they arrived. They worked as a pair, sniper and spotter. profiles and shooting solutions were ranged, analyzed, refined, and then reanalyzed again. The Intel proved their effort unwasted, and their target appeared on schedule and location. The Thermian fleet sailed calmly into kill zone bracketed by the drones launched from the USN Kid. Her post repair upgrades had given her a few new toys to play with, including the tight beam transmitting Autonomous drones that she had used to map the system, and provide final shot telemetry.
The shot was novel, attempting to target an individual vessel at Intersolar distances instead of simply interplanetary ones, and this was the first attempt. USN Kid played spotter in the final moments before firing, feeding final calculations to her counterpart. USN Simo loosed her first round, her target half a star system away. She failed to hit her primary target, the Thermian flag ship, but instead obliterated the destroyer closest to her. The impact turned the smaller warship into a massive fragmentation grenade whose blast caused the flagship to break apart. The first shot gave the final pieces of information needed to refine the targeting solution, and Simo’s second shot struck the second battle cruiser without error.
A sturdy clunk betrayed USN Simo’s main hull’s return to battery. Her capacitors were well into the Yellow, incapable of firing a third shot; but the mission had always been two rounds. Her Captain nodded in satisfaction as the Vulkan powered down, “Secure stations, Signal The Kid. It is time.” was all he said. USN Simo, with two destroyers already painted on her hull, pivoted on her maneuvering thrusters. USN Kidd slipped into formation with her as they fired up their main drives for the burn to slipspace.
“One for the record books, sir?” The first officer asked cordially, and the Captain smiled.
“I’ll be sure to add it to the log, XO.” He mused just as the bright flare of slipspace betrayed their jump from the system.
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Mac and Lyrian shared a private morning breakfast in their quarters aboard USN Wisconsin. Both had recovered from their scuffle with their unanticipated guests, but the mood was still somber. The information from Captain Hera’s first prize had shed light on the final events of their particular battle. The Vorath were obviously keeping armed squads, acting as jailers and executioners, aboard the enslaved Delmar vessels. It had become clear that upon the destruction of the two escorts, that the Vorath on the freighter had forced a self-destruct. They had murdered themselves as well as every living being upon that freighter for the sake of denying their victims freedom.
It was a gruesome reminder of the character of their foe and had hit Lyrian particularly hard. She had felt what Mac had felt when they were used as “human shields” as he called them. They had fought, bled, and nearly died to deny the enemy the satisfaction of forcing Concord to kill the freighter. It felt all for nothing, all those souls were dead anyway, forced to watch in terror down to their last moments of existence.
Mac reached over, placing a hand unobtrusively on Lyri’s leg, “A bheil thu gu math, a ghràidh (Are you well, love?)”
Lyrian smiled at his use of his old tongue, “Bidh mi, mu dheireadh thall (I will be, eventually.).” she responded, forcing herself to take another bite of food. Her appetite wasn’t in it, but now was not the time to be less than 100 percent. “Feumaidh sinn dòigh a lorg gus an sàbhaladh an ath thuras. (we must find a way to save them next time).”
Mac squeezed her leg once before returning to his own food, “nì sinn, a-nis gu bheil fios againn ... nì sinn.(We will, now that we know… we will.).” He took a bite of his toasted bread and switched back from Scott’s Gaelic. “Hera, Clint, Jake, and the rest have the reports now. We will find a way to get around it. I even sent a copy of the report to Johansen, along with the spec’s for most of the common Freighter models.”
Lyrian sighed, “I hope so. What is the word on Traveler and her prize?”
Mac swallowed a bite of food, “Traveler took very little damage, she should be exiting slip space at the library in a few weeks. We aren’t quite sure what their speed will be, and we are keeping radio silence just in case.” He picked up a mug of steaming black coffee, chuckling at the face Lyrian made as he sipped it.
She playfully scowled at him, “You know kissing you after you drink that still gives me the jitters.”
Mac said nothing, grinning as he took a second, more purposeful sip from his mug. His amused expression smoothed as a new ping rang at the console near him. He turned from their shared breakfast, opening the urgently marked file, “Looks like your brother is getting aggressive. He’s in deep.”
Lyrian pulled her chair over to his, her food forgotten, “Gods, why did he choose there. It’s a death trap…” she pulled up a duplicate of the file to her pad and began ripping it apart, “This is too risky, I don’t like it.” She flicked a portion of the file back to Mac. “They won’t be able to get out easily, I don’t think this is a good…” Lyrian looked up.
“Love, for this to work, I have to trust my captains. We must trust Cory’s decision. His Intel is credible. His plan is well thought out. and we don’t have anyone else close enough.” Mac pulled her close, resting her head on his shoulder, “I know, I know… It’s harder when it’s family. I hate it too.” Mac looked over at another beep on the console, “I take it back. I might have some backup available for Cory.”
Lyrian raised an eyebrow at the satisfaction boiling from Mac as he opened the file to share, and Mac could feel here surprised shock then stunned silence as the data that accompanied the engagement logs registered, “This cant be right…” She looked up at Mac, “Are you serious? 1.2 billion Clicks? How is that possible?”
Mac’s chuckle became a laugh, “More math than I want to think about. We won’t know if the Their admiral survived. We barely missed the direct hit on the flag ship. But considering the distance….”
Lyrian snorted loudly, “ I’m not sure what is luckier. The shot, or the admiral’s survival. Do know who the bastard that glassed the capital is yet?”
Mac shrugged, “No clue, yet.”
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Cory woke to a beep on his communicator. Jacky grumbled softly beside him but did not wake as he slipped from her grasp and walked to his console. It was an alert from the night shift, it had been weeks since his mission in the K’Claram home system. Captain Collins was no longer assigned to them, but Cory had still made the descision to stalk the freighter they put a tracker on during that mission. He shadowed them deep into the up spin territory of what was once Unity space. He was deep behind enemy lines, and he was but one ship. He had made a promise, however; but up until now, the vessel he pursued seemed to be visiting exclusively heavily protected systems.
This message changed that. Their target was headed to the marsh world of the invertebrate species known as the Mauk’Lur. The Cephalopod species shared this world with a Terrestrial Snail like species, the Pli’Lur and their common last syllable had given rise to the Common name for the planet. “Lurix” had also become home to many Unity species that required higher moister environments. Siraf, K’Claram, as well as the Gecko like species Gireken all called this planet home, but it had no tactical or industrial usage that Cory could remember. What it did provide was an opportunity. Lurix circled a weak red dwarf star in a two-planet system that had become one planet in history lost. The outer planet, thought of as Luska, had been destroyed in a twist of bad luck long before most Unity races had achieved, or been gifted space travel. Her fragments had slowly expanded, englobing the small system in sensor scattering fragments, some as large as a S.O.L. It was a perfect ambush point, even if The Olyvia would have to take on a pair of escorting warships.
That was the second thing that changed. Their prey had received new handlers. This deep into “safe territory”, and transiting trough a chaotic interstellar debris field. Two frontier brigs were assigned to escort duty. If Olyvia was to take her first prize, this was to be the opportunity. Cory spent the next few hours of the early morning brushing up on the system, drafting a plan, and sending off the notification in a tight beam transmission to a predetermined set of coordinates that one of the Privateer ships was to be at all times. The coordinates were rotational, and each vessel traded out this duty. Olyvia was next on the rotation once he finished this mission.
Many Admirals would have demanded a request for permission to engage in a mission, but Admiral Grarzia was… different. Much to Cory’s chagrin, and Jacky’s amusement, “Mackenzie’s Privateers” had stuck. And Mac chose to wield his fleet very much like a loose consortium of Privateers. Cory was required to check in, and he was required to follow some basic rotations to give his crew and others both opportunity and rest. Aside from that, He merely needed to submit a location of operation and a plan. By default, all plans were approved unless a captain received a response within a standard day. This was because of the wide swath of the void that all the captains operated in. Any longer of a response time risked missed opportunities, and Mac prioritized Autonomy and swiftness of action over standardized procedure.
Cory finished his report and que’d it for the next transmission as a priority… just in time for a soft hand to brush his shoulder. Jackie slipped around his chair, sitting on his lap to face him as she kissed him good morning, “You’re up early.” She whispered.
“Hmm, good morning to you.” Cory smiled down at her. “The freighter is on the move; we have a window.”
“OH?” Jackies voice was husky, and she slowly picked at the buttons of the shirt he had thrown on to stay warm at his desk. “And that was so important you had to get out of bed?” she asked, freeing the top few buttons. She leaned in to nip at his neck and slip her hands inside his shirt. Cory felt her body heat as she fully released his shirt and pressed herself up against him.
“Hmmm” Cory mused, running light fingertips up and down her flanks. “When you ask it like this… we’ll be late for our shifts.” He rumbled back down at her, grabbing her hips to pull her closer to him.
“Then what are you waiting for” Jacky smirked, arching her back and pulling herself up to kiss him fiercely, eliciting a possessive growl from Cory as he met her lips with his.
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Kar’s tail threatened to obliterate the second chair in as many days. The loss of the Vorath Cruiser… to pirates no less… threatened to land a serious blow to the alliance between His people and their Vorath Allies. He was currently in transit back to the mother world for the beginning of what the Vorath called “Phase 1”. His flag, the Thermian made Battle Cruiser named “Vengeful Maw”, was escorted by her sister ship “Blooded Claw” and three escort destroyers with names Kar did not bother remembering.
Phase 1 was claimed to be the beginning of the Thermian genetic enhancement program. Their Vorath allies were taking genetic samples of a wide swath of the Thermian population to begin designing their future. Kar was returning to give his own sample, as well as attend a few discussions regarding the war effort, and what comes after. Giving the Vorath this much control over his people’s very existence was as unsettling as it was necessary, but it would not always be so.
The shift in the Hum of the vessel broke Kar from his musings as the fleet entered the mother system, and he stepped out of his working office and took the short walk to the bridge. The desert world of his birth appeared as a distant tan dot, the second of four worlds that orbited a bright yellow star. Theirs was one of the largest systems in the Unity, and it was well defended by two full battle groups and a quintuplet of heavily armed orbital station. The Thermian admiral listened to the flurry of activity and communications as his fleet was cleared into the system. It would be another 6 hours at sub light speeds until they reached orbit. Kar settled into his seat on the bridge, preparing for the days to come.
A flash of blinding light flared through the observation windows of the bridge. Almost instantly, an alarm Klaxon blared, and a massive impact shook Kar’s flagship. Main power failed almost instantly, and a second alarm began wailing. Kar grabbed his suits controls, activating the Helmet. His suit was more advanced than the average crewman’s, loaded with Nanite Tech from their Vorath benefactors. His helmet automatically deployed and encapsulated his snout as many around him clambered to put on their helmets as the bridge began to rapidly decompress. Half of his crew got their helmets on in time, Kar was grabbed physically by the captain of the ship, and the two of them, accompanied by three other bridge crew struggled out of the bridge and down the corridor. A pair of bulkheads ruptured into fragments, scything their way through the group. The surviving helmsman had his left arm torn off before the same shard removed the captain’s head from his shoulders. Kar growled into his mic as a smaller shard embedded itself in his tail. The hall in front of them began belching flame and plasma as the stricken warship groaned beneath him, but they had reached their destination.
One of the surviving crewmen keyed in the code to the panel, activating the doors to the emergency lifeboat, and began waving the admiral in. Kar stepped through with a nod and turned to aid the last surviving member of the bridge crew just as, yet another violent secondary explosion threw him to the floor of the small escape craft. The crewman seemed to stare in shock down the hallway before slowly turning to face his commander. The young Thermian gave the admiral a crisp Thermian naval salute with one hand, and slapped the controls with the other, sealing Kar alone inside the lifeboat. Kar could only look on as the Crewman, still holding the salute, was incinerated by a wall of plasma just before the lifeboats auto launch sequence activated. Kar was thrown to the floor a second time as the explosive bolts blew, and the thrusters fired. The 15-seat escape boat, with a sole Thermian admiral inside, rocketed away as Kar stood, pressing against the portholes. Kar’s helmet deactivated in the repressurized atmosphere of the lifeboat. Through the pressure tested circular window, Kar received his first glimpses of what happened. His Flag ship was in three pieces, and he could see long curved shards protruding from at least two of those fragments. One shard, near the bridge, flickered with the half destroyed main drive thruster of a conspicuously absent destroyer. Kar let out a hiss of shock, unable to do anything but watch as the debris field slowly expanded over the next several minutes before a second flash, this one striking His flags sistership directly amidships, blinded him for a moment. The impact completely ignored its raised shields, pealing the warship apart as jets of plasma flared through widening seams. The pressure spike from the interior atmosphere being instantly heated to a plasma finished the job. It tore the hull asunder in a violent expansion of lethal confetti that sliced one of the fragments of Kar’s once flagship in two. A second shard of the Blooded Claw speared one of the surviving destroyers bow on, and the stricken vessel began a slow uncontrolled corkscrew as her main power failed, and her thrusters fluttered and flickered in asymmetric power. Kar took a few steps backward, sitting heavily on one of the seats as the lifeboat began an excruciatingly slow burn towards the nearest surviving warship.
The Thermian home system’s last planet from its star was not alone. Her unanticipated companions had drifted in under minimal power. They spent over a week there, hidden from detection as they mapped the solar winds, magnetic variances, and gravitational profiles of the system. They had been nearly discovered on three occasions during that time, but the Patrols were seen, and dodged, long before they arrived. They worked as a pair, sniper and spotter. profiles and shooting solutions were ranged, analyzed, refined, and then reanalyzed again. The Intel proved their effort unwasted, and their target appeared on schedule and location. The Thermian fleet sailed calmly into kill zone bracketed by the drones launched from the USN Kid. Her post repair upgrades had given her a few new toys to play with, including the tight beam transmitting Autonomous drones that she had used to map the system, and provide final shot telemetry.
The shot was novel, attempting to target an individual vessel at Intersolar distances instead of simply interplanetary ones, and this was the first attempt. USN Kid played spotter in the final moments before firing, feeding final calculations to her counterpart. USN Simo loosed her first round, her target half a star system away. She failed to hit her primary target, the Thermian flag ship, but instead obliterated the destroyer closest to her. The impact turned the smaller warship into a massive fragmentation grenade whose blast caused the flagship to break apart. The first shot gave the final pieces of information needed to refine the targeting solution, and Simo’s second shot struck the second battle cruiser without error.
A sturdy clunk betrayed USN Simo’s main hull’s return to battery. Her capacitors were well into the Yellow, incapable of firing a third shot; but the mission had always been two rounds. Her Captain nodded in satisfaction as the Vulkan powered down, “Secure stations, Signal The Kid. It is time.” was all he said. USN Simo, with two destroyers already painted on her hull, pivoted on her maneuvering thrusters. USN Kidd slipped into formation with her as they fired up their main drives for the burn to slipspace.
“One for the record books, sir?” The first officer asked cordially, and the Captain smiled.
“I’ll be sure to add it to the log, XO.” He mused just as the bright flare of slipspace betrayed their jump from the system.
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Mac and Lyrian shared a private morning breakfast in their quarters aboard USN Wisconsin. Both had recovered from their scuffle with their unanticipated guests, but the mood was still somber. The information from Captain Hera’s first prize had shed light on the final events of their particular battle. The Vorath were obviously keeping armed squads, acting as jailers and executioners, aboard the enslaved Delmar vessels. It had become clear that upon the destruction of the two escorts, that the Vorath on the freighter had forced a self-destruct. They had murdered themselves as well as every living being upon that freighter for the sake of denying their victims freedom.
It was a gruesome reminder of the character of their foe and had hit Lyrian particularly hard. She had felt what Mac had felt when they were used as “human shields” as he called them. They had fought, bled, and nearly died to deny the enemy the satisfaction of forcing Concord to kill the freighter. It felt all for nothing, all those souls were dead anyway, forced to watch in terror down to their last moments of existence.
Mac reached over, placing a hand unobtrusively on Lyri’s leg, “A bheil thu gu math, a ghràidh (Are you well, love?)”
Lyrian smiled at his use of his old tongue, “Bidh mi, mu dheireadh thall (I will be, eventually.).” she responded, forcing herself to take another bite of food. Her appetite wasn’t in it, but now was not the time to be less than 100 percent. “Feumaidh sinn dòigh a lorg gus an sàbhaladh an ath thuras. (we must find a way to save them next time).”
Mac squeezed her leg once before returning to his own food, “nì sinn, a-nis gu bheil fios againn ... nì sinn.(We will, now that we know… we will.).” He took a bite of his toasted bread and switched back from Scott’s Gaelic. “Hera, Clint, Jake, and the rest have the reports now. We will find a way to get around it. I even sent a copy of the report to Johansen, along with the spec’s for most of the common Freighter models.”
Lyrian sighed, “I hope so. What is the word on Traveler and her prize?”
Mac swallowed a bite of food, “Traveler took very little damage, she should be exiting slip space at the library in a few weeks. We aren’t quite sure what their speed will be, and we are keeping radio silence just in case.” He picked up a mug of steaming black coffee, chuckling at the face Lyrian made as he sipped it.
She playfully scowled at him, “You know kissing you after you drink that still gives me the jitters.”
Mac said nothing, grinning as he took a second, more purposeful sip from his mug. His amused expression smoothed as a new ping rang at the console near him. He turned from their shared breakfast, opening the urgently marked file, “Looks like your brother is getting aggressive. He’s in deep.”
Lyrian pulled her chair over to his, her food forgotten, “Gods, why did he choose there. It’s a death trap…” she pulled up a duplicate of the file to her pad and began ripping it apart, “This is too risky, I don’t like it.” She flicked a portion of the file back to Mac. “They won’t be able to get out easily, I don’t think this is a good…” Lyrian looked up.
“Love, for this to work, I have to trust my captains. We must trust Cory’s decision. His Intel is credible. His plan is well thought out. and we don’t have anyone else close enough.” Mac pulled her close, resting her head on his shoulder, “I know, I know… It’s harder when it’s family. I hate it too.” Mac looked over at another beep on the console, “I take it back. I might have some backup available for Cory.”
Lyrian raised an eyebrow at the satisfaction boiling from Mac as he opened the file to share, and Mac could feel here surprised shock then stunned silence as the data that accompanied the engagement logs registered, “This cant be right…” She looked up at Mac, “Are you serious? 1.2 billion Clicks? How is that possible?”
Mac’s chuckle became a laugh, “More math than I want to think about. We won’t know if the Their admiral survived. We barely missed the direct hit on the flag ship. But considering the distance….”
Lyrian snorted loudly, “ I’m not sure what is luckier. The shot, or the admiral’s survival. Do know who the bastard that glassed the capital is yet?”
Mac shrugged, “No clue, yet.”
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2024.05.07 12:19 Evanstanislas Appreciation for the players (APAC and SA)
Los Angeles has finished and what a show, what a final. As the games are finished, the players are flying (or driving) back home, the production teams are packing, players are reviewing, fans are celebrating (or arguing or even explaining). Usually I post some facts here, but I will create it later as I reviewed more and more information. This time though I'm going to give some applause for some participants:
Obly, the gesture after winning LAN is so-so cold, and he deserved to do that, Korean best IGL and for now, Apex's best IGL.
KaronPe, he has been here since the Wyvern days in Krakow, only missing finals once in London 2, and the support that glued them together, as a Wattson main, I'm really rooting for him. And don't get me wrong, his mechanics are amazing too.
SangJoon, data has shown it right u/Raileyx? The best player for a reason, those crispy PK shot, those movements, those fragging, he is praised by a lot of pros for a reason. Been following him since Stockholm, and he is getting better and better.
They have been together since Y3, as Parkha left, Vor3z joined, and SangJoon was in Crazy Raccoon as tryout since FOR7 left Apex. However, these 2 ended up swapping teams and the rest is history. They become a time that is Top 20 worldwide but never good enough to be Top 1. But they carried on together and what a result (Well they changed coach this year but still...)
A good shoutout the their coach, tiltedWinnie. She is the first female coach in Apex pro scene afaik (maybe besides the all female one) and only the second female participants in Apex LANs (the first is Esdesu from 789 in Krakow). She looks shy to the cameras (and a bit off topic but she is cute love her so much), but let me tell you, she is an amazing player and now coach. She played 2 Pro League split and clearly knows what to do. This should be the inspiration for the girls out there who wanted to get to Apex. In pro league we have Winnie, Sabz, and more recently Kyri and Aoharu (though the latter 3 didn't make PL). And don't forget the past when we have Lutziana, Guhrl, Esdesu and Evzy.
But no, this is appreciation for them, they added BoBo in 2024 and results has shown. Making it to the first LAN in their career is already amazing in itself, being also in PRC and those VISA wars are harder than it should be. And 29th is not bad, at least Top 30 is achievable, and they will iron out the things that they're bad at and eventually becomes stronger, remember, last time in Split 1 Playoffs the number 1 team in APAC South in IBG also went bad, and that team ended become Legends Gaming, and speaking of them
Well for FNATIC though, I expect a lot from you and you delivered, THANK YOU SO MUCH.
Especially you guys for APAC South, please make it better, we already lost some slots and it's time to get it back.
My appreciation post is over, but if you are appreciations for those 20 teams I mentioned, leave it in the comments.
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- REJECT WINNITY (Obly, KaronPe, SangJoon, ahn2e (Coach))
Obly, the gesture after winning LAN is so-so cold, and he deserved to do that, Korean best IGL and for now, Apex's best IGL.
KaronPe, he has been here since the Wyvern days in Krakow, only missing finals once in London 2, and the support that glued them together, as a Wattson main, I'm really rooting for him. And don't get me wrong, his mechanics are amazing too.
SangJoon, data has shown it right u/Raileyx? The best player for a reason, those crispy PK shot, those movements, those fragging, he is praised by a lot of pros for a reason. Been following him since Stockholm, and he is getting better and better.
They have been together since Y3, as Parkha left, Vor3z joined, and SangJoon was in Crazy Raccoon as tryout since FOR7 left Apex. However, these 2 ended up swapping teams and the rest is history. They become a time that is Top 20 worldwide but never good enough to be Top 1. But they carried on together and what a result (Well they changed coach this year but still...)
- Serenity (Buegy, Jesko, Legacy, tiltedWinnie (Coach))
A good shoutout the their coach, tiltedWinnie. She is the first female coach in Apex pro scene afaik (maybe besides the all female one) and only the second female participants in Apex LANs (the first is Esdesu from 789 in Krakow). She looks shy to the cameras (and a bit off topic but she is cute love her so much), but let me tell you, she is an amazing player and now coach. She played 2 Pro League split and clearly knows what to do. This should be the inspiration for the girls out there who wanted to get to Apex. In pro league we have Winnie, Sabz, and more recently Kyri and Aoharu (though the latter 3 didn't make PL). And don't forget the past when we have Lutziana, Guhrl, Esdesu and Evzy.
- Wonton Dumpling (GuGu/peekgod, Xzz/JackieChan, Boring/BoBo)
But no, this is appreciation for them, they added BoBo in 2024 and results has shown. Making it to the first LAN in their career is already amazing in itself, being also in PRC and those VISA wars are harder than it should be. And 29th is not bad, at least Top 30 is achievable, and they will iron out the things that they're bad at and eventually becomes stronger, remember, last time in Split 1 Playoffs the number 1 team in APAC South in IBG also went bad, and that team ended become Legends Gaming, and speaking of them
- Legends Gaming (StrafingFlame, PlayerK, Koy (Sub), Nihil (Coach), EzFlash (unable to attend))
- WMNDY (Kz, Shark, BoLin (Sub), ZDavis (unable to attend))
- HEROEZ (Laheem, Bastian, Kisanss, Salvatorez (Coach))
- Geared Gaming (Panic, Zillach, Renatricky, Stressado (Coach))
- The "you are amazing and my salute for you" to these teams:
Well for FNATIC though, I expect a lot from you and you delivered, THANK YOU SO MUCH.
- The "You can improve, it's time to level up your game using this experience" for:
Especially you guys for APAC South, please make it better, we already lost some slots and it's time to get it back.
My appreciation post is over, but if you are appreciations for those 20 teams I mentioned, leave it in the comments.
2024.04.28 21:54 tavatadiaz Esta mujer Mary Elizabeth Mastrantonio fue una inspiración cuando era pequeña
Esta mujer Mary Elizabeth Mastrantonio fue una inspiración cuando era pequeña demostrando la seguridad que puede mostrar una mujer al momento de encarar un reto.
La película se llama: El color del dinero (The Color of Money, 1986), protagonizada por Paul Newman y Tom Cruise, con un papel secundario de Mary Elizabeth Mastrantonio. quién interpretó a Carmen. En esta escena, Carmen se quita el vestido rojo y lo utiliza para sujetarse el cabello mientras juega billar con Vincent. Esta escena es memorable por su sensualidad y por el contraste entre la elegancia del vestido y la crudeza del juego.
#tavatadiaz #tavatadm #ElColorDelDinero #TheColorOfMoney #Scorsese #Newman #Cruise #Billar #Pool #Clasico #Cine #80s #Oscar #FastEddieFelson #VincentLauria #Carmen #JackieBriscoe
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La película se llama: El color del dinero (The Color of Money, 1986), protagonizada por Paul Newman y Tom Cruise, con un papel secundario de Mary Elizabeth Mastrantonio. quién interpretó a Carmen. En esta escena, Carmen se quita el vestido rojo y lo utiliza para sujetarse el cabello mientras juega billar con Vincent. Esta escena es memorable por su sensualidad y por el contraste entre la elegancia del vestido y la crudeza del juego.
#tavatadiaz #tavatadm #ElColorDelDinero #TheColorOfMoney #Scorsese #Newman #Cruise #Billar #Pool #Clasico #Cine #80s #Oscar #FastEddieFelson #VincentLauria #Carmen #JackieBriscoe
https://reddit.com/link/1cffd3s/video/f64703t2z9xc1/player
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2024.03.01 13:02 FelicitySmoak_ On This Day In Michael Jackson HIstory - March 1st
 | Disclaimer: Some of these events have unknown March dates. They are identified with a '*' submitted by FelicitySmoak_ to WhereWasMJToday [link] [comments] 1968*- The Jackson 5 make their first ever commercial photoshoot for Steeltown Records. Steeltown Records sells thousands of copies of “Big Boy” nationally through a distribution deal with Atlantic Records, but it was neither a critical nor commercial success.? 1972- The Jackson 5 perform "Sugar Daddy", "Got To Be There" & "Brand New Thing" (with Randy) on the US TV comedy special Hellzapoppin' 1979- On their Destiny Tour, The Jacksons perform at The Apollo (closed-1985) in Glasgow, Scotland 1987\*-Michael shoots a new Pepsi commercial, "Looking For Me", with a special version of the song “Bad”. During the filming he meets 9 years old actor Jimmy Safechuck. Later Michael invites Jimmy and his family at have dinner at Hayvenhurst and they all become friends https://preview.redd.it/avh83t966klc1.jpg?width=640&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=7d98e25f59292360c80ae6fe2a720123b35d8251 https://preview.redd.it/2il6wa6a6klc1.jpg?width=300&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=0d3359556149aaec12e29942f2f7969575709909 1988- Michael attends a Pepsi-Cola Press Conference at Club 1018 New York City, held by his sponsor Pepsi. https://preview.redd.it/9uh0jekf6klc1.jpg?width=201&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=be7c79d5203b6bf9762614390f7f6b9d8eefa811 Pepsi broadcasts the conference via satellite across the world. Pepsi premieres Michael's new commercial and Michael donates to the United Negro College Fund a check for $600,000, which was the entire gross from his private sold-out benefit concert held at Madison Square Garden,making him one of UNCF's most significant donators. The event featured children reading their anti-drug messages to Michael. They were the winners of a Be Against Drugs (BAD) anti-drug contest who won the chance to meet Michael and win tickets to his concert. https://preview.redd.it/6d7abbmi6klc1.jpg?width=1191&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=67401f5ed34bebaa5a4770addf7621329618d3ca 1996- Michael gives a three hour long videotaped deposition at the Four Seasons Hotel in New York City as part of a lawsuit filed by five Neverland employees against Michael for wrongful dismissal. https://preview.redd.it/a4gtmxrk6klc1.jpg?width=1280&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=877f545d794fc40cbc60fdf24f895e466710a68c The jury rejected this wrongful termination lawsuit (Kassim Abdool v Michael Jackson). The lawyer suing him was ultimately fined $28,350 for hiding evidence, and Michael was awarded $60,000 in damages in a countersuit, where he was able to prove that the employees had stolen his property, sold documents and drawings of his to tabloids, among other things. https://preview.redd.it/ixx2e5km6klc1.jpg?width=920&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=36d79f26857bfb4618c0a54a6622ade7e2f423d7 2003- The Arvizo family’s appartment is emptied at the mother’s request and their belongings are put into storage (paid by Michael) 2004- Michael Jackson unveiled a new website, Mjjsource, that merged the celebration of his music career with news and background on his criminal trial. Mjjsource was Michaels official site back then. It was run by Randy Jackson, Karen Faye and Taunya Zilkie (Randys ex-girlfriend). It has been defunct since 2009, after some questionable conduct from Karen & Randy 2005- Trial Day 2 Michael goes to court with Katherine & Jackie. Thomas Mesereau completes his opening statement. Martin Bashir takes the stand. The jury watches his documentary, Living With Michael Jackson https://preview.redd.it/8ul2szqq6klc1.jpg?width=482&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=2c3d37aeab70c71079fb0cd5f3cf66a65e352241 https://preview.redd.it/ful6khgs6klc1.jpg?width=612&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=b8df52a76007eb8acf38b7911b14290d26febd0f 2009- In an interview with hollywood.tv, Christian Audigier reveals that Michael is about to go to London to give a press conference on March 5th in order to announce a new tour next summer https://reddit.com/link/1b3snq1/video/r9ee6y436klc1/player 2009*- Michael hired chef Kai Chase, to eat healthy https://preview.redd.it/f9ossurt6klc1.jpg?width=259&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=16b0368738f1cd5becf58db8ff0dbecf397b5c98 2009\*- Conrad Murray called (on Michael's behalf) Applied Pharmacy in Las Vegas, inquiring about Benoquin (cream to treat Vitiligo) 2010- Press preview of the rock & roll music memorabilia auction at the Gotta Have It! in New York City Handwritten note to fans on a napkin Custom made Victory Tour jumpsuit Handwritten & signed \"We Are The World\" lyrics |
2024.02.20 13:55 Born_Huckleberry_634 Jackie Guerrido - Univision
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2024.02.17 17:43 Absl666 New police story
 | VOIR LE FILM: submitted by Absl666 to Guinchez [link] [comments] https://preview.redd.it/9c1lpmr6c6jc1.jpg?width=343&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=cf4ee09552a575624ac77b22abd54859b4dbffb8 Synopsis: Légende vivante de la police de Hong Kong, l'inspecteur Wing sombre dans le désespoir et l'alcool quand son équipe est entièrement décimée par le Gang des Cinq, dirigé par Joe. Un jeune officier parvient alors à le convaincre de réintégrer les rangs de la police et de retrouver les malfrats... Origine : Chine, Hong Kong Durée : 02h00 Réalisation : Benny Chan Acteur(s) : Jackie Chan, Nicholas Tse, Charlene Choi, Charlie Young, Daniel Wu Genre : Policier, Drame, Action Année de production : 2004 Titre original : Xin jing cha gu shi |
2024.02.11 17:11 subredditsummarybot Your weekly /r/MusicThemeTime roundup for the week of February 04 - February 10 2024
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| 12 | 2 comments | [Loser] Beck - Loser |
| 12 | 0 comments | [Boys' Names] Johnny Cash - A Boy Named Sue |
| 12 | 1 comments | [Boys' Names] XTC - Making Plans For Nigel |
| 11 | 0 comments | [Boys' Names] Grateful Dead - Uncle John's Band |
| 11 | 0 comments | [Boys' Names] Weird Al Yankovic - Bob |
| 11 | 1 comments | [Hidden Track] The Beatles - Her Majesty (Takes 1-3) |
| 11 | 0 comments | [Keyboards] Van Halen - Jump (1983) |
| 10 | 2 comments | [Boys' Names] The Beatles - Maxwell's Silver Hammer |
| 10 | 0 comments | [Rhodes Piano] The Doors - Riders on the Storm |
| 10 | 0 comments | [Keyboards] Procol Harum - A Whiter Shade of Pale |
| 9 | 0 comments | [Boys' Names] The Beatles - Rocky Raccoon |
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