I asked for a quote and this is what they sent me.

Just another fun little story idea I had. I am still working on Humans are the violent ones but I like to bounce around and experiment with ideas to see what I really like. I also suck at writing more casual stories, as they give me severe writer's block as I try to map out how to make a scene feel genuine in my head, but I promise I'll update that soon. If you like this story and want to see more, then like and comment. I'll gladly continue this series as well.
Start of Personal Log
Humans don't like being told what to do. They don't like being commanded, put in their place, or snubbed. It was an inexorable, inalienable trait of humans, at least any noteable humans, to go against any authority that they believed was against their interests.
Humanity would not fit amongst the stars. Few ever did. It was a trait of most successful species to be willful, ambitious, and to desire more. But once they reached the stars the new (and simultaneously very old) pecking order either quashed any spirit such species had or simply eradicated them. Countless tomb worlds and diaspora served as painful reminders of what became of the nails that chose to stick out. The hammer of order would always strike. There could be no compromise, the very soul of the authority that held the Jurisdiction together relied on a show of unmatched power, or at least the illusion of item.
In reality, the Jurisdiction was an old, fat, and lazy beast. It filled its belly on the corpses of empires far and wide, and sated its bloodlust on the shattered dreams of hopeful cubs. It had every right to, for none could challenge it: there were no new frontiers to explore, nor were there any other enemies to conquer. The Milky Way, as humans had so strangely dubbed our cradle galaxy, as well as Andromeda, had long since been warred over and settled for millennia before humanity had arrived, bright-eyed and with familiar yet otherwise foolish dreams of cooperation and prosperity. The Jurisdiction did not cooperate, nor did it ensure prosperity. Oh, it claimed it did, but in reality it simply took. The rest was just the peace that came with not being the direct target of the biggest fish in the pond. The humans didn't like that, but they had no choice.
Slavery was a common tribute. The Jurisdiction had no use for other resources: it simply took. No, it wanted those who could facilitate that unequal exchange, those raised in a world where the only morality was the one set by your lord. The Jurisdiction was held together by expectations, obligations, and dury more than any kind of shared dream, so when you were ordered to take you did so without question. Humanity was new: they had no niche or value that set them apart, but they had a penchant for killing and taking, so the Jurisdiction gave them a taste of how the galaxy worked. They killed and they took. The humans didn't like that, but what choice did they have?
Humans were strange. They learned, but not in the way most species learned. Most species learned to adapt in a passive way, to adhere to the world around them. They flowed like water, moving past and around obstacles and confirming to the boxes they were assigned too. Humans didn't confirm, nor did they adapt: they made their circumstances fit their desires. They would not move around obstacles, but rather smash through them, and they refused to stay in one box for too long. The Jurisdiction merely saw them as a particularly loud nuisance, but those who faced their wrath knew better.
It is said that when a beast seeks to make an example, it shall humble its rival by killing it's cubs. Children were one of those universal constants that brought entire communities together: the Sok’klar saw their hatchlings as gifts, shaped by the fruitful currents of the universe in perfect harmony. The Yarrack saw each and every newborn whelp as an uncut gemstone, ready to be shaped into something magical. Humanity oftentimes referred to their offspring as angels, or spirits of unbridled good sent by the gods themselves. Children were seen by most of the galaxy as gifts.
The Jurisdiction saw them as a lever to inflict suffering. It had become quite effective at enacting psychological punishments on those that stood up and spoke out. You dare to disobey? You believe you can speak out? Your gifts shall be taken from you, and you shall be without joy.
Humans didn't like this, but the Jurisdiction would have their pound of flesh, and humankind would kneel. And they did. But humans were patient creatures: most species who retained that trait of willful spit also lacked patience.
I had long since become desensitized to the Jurisdiction’s actions: it was simply how the universe worked now, as if it were a constant akin to gravity. Cruelty was the unspoken rule of this seemingly unending age, where our lives never appeared to move forward or backwards, only lay dormant. The Jurisdiction had been the unyielding authority that ruled the galaxy for thousands of years, venerable yet feared all the same.
And for the longest time I was just another cog in its wheel. My name is Kalnuracht Sedjuur-Noumar VII, and was the scion of the noble house Sedjuur-Noumar. I was born into what most would describe as veiled apathy, living a life that could be attributed to the privileged class of feared scribes that enacted the will of those above. I was an administrator and nothing more. And now I am doomed to be far less than that in the eyes of my former constituents within the endless administration. I am the only scion, as is tradition, and without an heir I am the last of my house, our name to be scrubbed from the records, worthless, meaningless, and forgotten.
I am merely Kalnuracht, nothing else and nothing more. I have seen from their eyes, the eyes of the downtrodden, and it makes my crimes of association with the Jurisdiction feel all the more damning on my worthless soul. I am worthless to the world, and this is my story.
End Personal Log #1
Start of Neural Lace Narrative Log #1
They came from the black like carrion birds in the night, encircling our convoy as if it were a dying animal ready to be picked clean without remorse. There was no warning, no list of demands sent out as civilized peoples did, nor was there either any requirement for unconditional surrender nor chance to parlay, as was done so under letter of marque: this was an unmistakable call for violence and nothing else. They sought to reduce us to slag and scavenge the rest.
So, as one would expect, the entire bridge of the ship was nearing a panicked state. This was not the actions of those practicing civility, but rather the common behaviors of despoiling barbarians, the kind that tore their way through the dark reaches of the galaxy as if they owned it.
“Wayfinder, what do your probes see?” Shouted the ship’s sovereign. He was an older Kar’Rowmach, an amphibious cephalopod species with a venerable history within the Jurisdiction going back thousands of years. Normally one such as him would be above me if it weren't for the fact that I was under the authority of the Jurisdiction’s seal of office. He didn't like me very much, but most of his kind shared the same sentiment.
“All dark, honorable Sovereign: the sensor arrays are wailing but the feedback we're reviewing is beyond incomprehensible,” the wayfinder replied with a certain restrained temper in his voice. The Sok'klar wayfinder swayed gently, his tentacled limbs grasping different metallo-liquid braille output arrays, the liquid gallium flexing and reshaping unnaturally to allow him to to take in multiple different sources of sensory output at once, with the primary navigation computer plugged into the cybernetics surrounding his opaque, gelatinous head and plugging directly into his tube-shaped brain.
The Sovereign cursed in Loskat and pointed to his bridge crew while I simply sat in the back, near the Sovereign’s symbolic throne. “Prepare countermeasures and spool up the warp drive, we cannot allow the amanuensis to be taken! He carries sensitive information that only he can translate and transcribe!”
As the bridge crew nodded and began fiddling with their own systems, I preened my feathered hide anxiously. I wasn't a fighter: us nobles of the cloth were the educated minority above all else, not those who waged war or partook in hard labor. Special cybernetics in my brain allowed me to translate triple-encoded messages that usually took a ducal signet codekey or above to parse, but even without that I was a skilled mathematician and logician. I had terabytes worth of knowledge stored within the hardware installed in my head, all well protected of course, but if I were to die it would still be a waste. I could only imagine the damage any malcontenders could do with it if they were able to get their filthy hands on me.
Suddenly, the ship rocked, and the gallium overhead display began to form crescendos like I'd never seen before. “Sovereign, decks A-3 through C-12 are venting atmosphere and our coolant systems have been obliterated,” the Wayfinder spoke in an almost serene voice, as if he was completely unconcerned by current events. I knew they were simply incapable of tonal displays, but it was unnerving nonetheless. “Once we jump, we will not be able to risk another until the vacuum of the void can reduce temperatures to acceptable levels within the plasma capacitors.”
“Damn them,” the armored nautiloid hissed, his barbed feelers coiling in frustration, “May the currents take them. What are our options? what can we see? This fleet cannot fall to the void today, not with such vital cargo.” My hackles rose lightly at the Kar’Rowmach referred to me as some object rather than an esteemed amanuensis of the Jurisdiction, but I bit my forked tongue. Now was not the time to squabble with the sovereign over who was what and what titles I deserved, not while he was so desperately attempting to keep what semblance of order within his fleet that he had left.
I could not blame the crew for being panicked either: wars were practically mythologized now, having been long since rendered obsolete with the rise of the Jurisdiction, and that felt like an eternity ago. Now, either being levied into or joining a ducal naval force was simply another career, more akin to serving as an officer of the law rather than a fully fledged soldier. Minimal training was required, most of it being the technicals of one's duty rather than any kind of combat conditioning, so expecting a fleet to actually be prepared for a combat scenario in a universe where peace was the norm was laughable.
“We are practically blind, Sovereign,” stated the Sok'klar Wayfinder, “our probes are offline, and shipboard graviton displacement sensory arrays have been rendered unreliable at best.”
“What about the particle emission array? Has there been a spike in radioactivity where we were hit?”
The Wayfinder seemed to think for a second, his gelatinous form flexing and morphing a bit before answering. “Affirmative, a jump from negligible to forty billion becquerels along decks A through E-5 on our starboard side.”
“Torpedoes…” the Sovereign hissed, stroking his barbed feelers, “Human Torpedoes. Only those primitives would rely on crude nuclear warheads.” He then turned to his militant leaders on the ship. “Noddos, Rel’ads: organize your phalanxes and prepare to repel boarders. We are bound to be assailed by those rancorous primates, and I want their skulls piled at my feet if they dare set foot on our ship.”
“Your wish is our command, Sovereign,” the two militant commanders spoke as one. Noddos, a large bipedal with multiple sets of curved spines running down his back, a pair of graceful horns sprouting from his head, and multiple rows of sharp teeth in his snout, bowed first, followed by Rel’ads, a marsupial with long saberteeth and thick fur. They both must have been fierce warriors in their own right to each lead a phalanx. They wore thick, semi-powered armor and held dueling polearms alongside their usual plasma casters, and seemed completely unfazed by the situation we were in. As they stomped out of the brightly lit bridge, I let out a quiet squawk of discontentment. “Sovereign, why haven't we jumped again? We are wasting precious time.”
“I am working on it, you spineless beaurocrat!” He warbled back, his feelers tensing in anger, “besides, it's not as if you're the one who will be spilling blood today, amanuensis, so flatten your wretched beak or I shall weld it shut with a plasma torch.
I was about to reply with something indignant, but the ship rocked again, this time causing the lights to flicker and the air to become… thick. The skin under my feathers began to blister, and I became lightheaded and confused. “Seal the damnable vents, initiate radiation scrubbers, and activate secondary life support!” Shouted the Sovereign, “Their nuclear weapons are rendering the ship inhospitable!”
I coughed up magenta blood accidentally, and I could feel more seeping from under my eyes. Some of the crew was in a similar position, but others were more resistant to radiation than I. The Sok'klar seemed completely at ease as he ran his tentacles across his morphic braille arrays before calmly announcing the ship’s status. “I've regained some control over our probes: ten, twelve, and seventeen are active and fully functional, the rest are either still malfunctioning or permanently inoperable. A rapid rise in localized radiation is also interfering with the detection of graviton displacement; we can't sense photon redirection, thus readings will remain inconclusive.
“Wayfinder, damn you, get me some kind of out here! We're easy prey until we can respond in kind!”
“Negative, something has gone awry with our processing hub, I am attempting to troubleshoot-”
And with that, the Wayfinder’s bulbous head exploded in a cascade of opaque lavender blood, covering the front half of the deck crew like a morbid art piece. Some of the crew screamed and shouted in terror before removing their cranial adaptors and choosing to interact with their displays manually. Others died just as quickly, unable to unplug in time as their brain stems fried or their blood boiled. It was a horrible way to go, having your insides neutralized by your own cybernetics, so I was glad I wasn't connected to the system.
“Cybernetic warfare! All systems are to be considered compromised, switch to manual settings or you'll be killed!”
The lights in the bridge flickered again, and the displays went haywire. The bridge crew, which obviously weren't acquainted with working without being hard-linked into the mainframe, moved at a much slower pace.
“Launch missile pods A through F and set to self-target after five hundred kilometers, then rely on their ballistic coordinates to begin firing broadsides! If we can't see the humans due to their meddling, we'll just have to feel them.” Shouted the Sovereign, “and got me a detailed report on the ship’s diagnostics readings. I need to know if this flagship is still capable of escaping or if we'll have to scuttle it and retreat on another.”
“Acknowledged, Sovereign, launching now,” affirmed another deck officer as he swiped across his own gallium output array. I could hear the dull thunk, thunk, thunk of missiles pushing out of their pods before racing off to their intended targets, then the mechanical whirring as the pods rotated to be reloaded by slaves in the lower decks. I was regaining my bearings as the many horrible sensations of being overwhelmed by radiation poisoning were beginning to subside, but I still felt as if I had been microwaved. The air was stale, the crew was horribly sick as well, and even the sovereign himself seemed to be on his last leg. I was beginning to believe that I might die here.
“Sovereign, a message from the lower decks,” shouted a communications officer, his chitin scraping against itself as he turned quickly, “they're requesting reinforcements, something about being overrun.”
“Impossible,” the Sovereign hissed out in a vain attempt to exude confidence, “We must outnumber the humans, they always go for bigger targets out of arrogance.”
“I've received reports that it's not just humans: the primates seem to make up only a third or so of the assailing force, along with some Phaeldaer and Vrex.”
The commander slammed his clawed hands down on his own output array in a fit of rage, obviously overwhelmed by the circumstances, “Then this wasn't just a typical assault, but something more sinister!” The nautiloid warbled, blood seeping from his shell as the full effects of the radiation took hold, “Get Rel’ads on the line, have him divert all spare lances to the lower decks or else we'll lose the only offensive capabilities we can use.”
“Rel'ads has gone dark, Sovereign, his vitals are critical.”
“Then either get me Rel'ads tail-leader or get me Noddos!” He screamed in rage, “don't give me this nonsense! If we don't pick it up we're all going to die, is that what you want?”
“No, Sovereign, I'm simply overwhelmed-”
“We're all overwhelmed! By the tides, I'm dying of radiation poisoning you nincompoop! Get me something I can work with!”
The officer didn't even acknowledge the Sovereign after that, simply turning back to his display. Eventually, the Sovereign was able to get Noddos on the line.
“Sovereign, two thirds of my phalanxes have been decimated by combat with the primitives and the radiation, the rest are in shambles. We must retreat and fortify elsewhere!”
“Then the ship is compromised! Rel'ads is unresponsive and the lower decks are swarming with intruders. We must evacuate the amanuensis to another ship.”
Just as the Sovereign spoke, I heard several gentle thumps rattle against the bridge’s door, and it made me uneasy. Some of the bridge crew seemed to feel the same, as they looked incredibly nervous and some even drew their sidearms. Just as the sovereign turned to give further orders, the door blew inward with a deafening explosion, followed by shouting and gunfire. Several of the bridge officers were dispatched quickly, brain matter and blood splattering against the delicate electronics. Others were shot in the legs, the torso, or in any other exotic yet non-vital body parts. The humans poured in, brandishing primitive ballistic firearms and jury-rigged energy weapons while wearing scavenged, legion-grade powered armor.
The Sovereign was the next to go, but he wasn't afforded an honorable death. He was shot along the arm with a particularly potent plasma caster, burning off his clawed hand and cauterizing the wound, the acrid smell of roasting chitin filling the already hot and cramped bridge. He fell back against his output array, the gallium reaching new highs and lows as more diagnostics and casualty reports were delivered, and he clutched his stump angrily. “I'll burn every last one of you in the foundries! I'll tie you to stakes, cover you in wax and set you alight! Your screams will be broadcasted all over the galaxy!”
One human warrior stomped up and slammed the butt of his rifle into the sovereign’s face, shattering his facial plates and causing blue blood to splatter across his section of the bridge. “Shut the fuck up, you mutant lobster,” the human said before dragging him by both antennae towards the center of the bridge and receiving a stained breeching axe from one of his comrades. “Emmanuel, start recording. We need proof.”
The other human nodded and pressed a button on his armor before lifting up his gun again. The rest of the humans fanned out, holding everyone else at gunpoint. I tried to get up and sneak out, but a human grabbed me by my neck and nearly wrung it out as he forced me to my knees and pointed a sidearm to my skull. “Get down, you piece of shit, before I blow your brains out too.”
“Damnable primate,” I hissed, but he bashed me in my skull with the base of his sidearm’s grip and sent me sprawling, making my already pounding headache worse. Another human shouted at him in a language I didn't recognize, but he sounded furious. The first brought me back up to my knees again, and I complies with a hiss and a groan, blood still leaking from my eyes and mouth and my world was spinning.
The Sovereign struggled, but he was weak from the radiation poisoning and he couldn't exactly resist on account of his lost arm. The human with the breaching ax kicked the Sovereign down and forced him to kneel before lifting up the breeching ax and splitting his chitinous head down the middle with one powerful swing, sending more blood and brains across the floor. “Execution confirmed, take his antennae just in case and we've got ourselves a bounty. Now all we need is that ugly cat’s teeth and the fat hedgehog-thing’s grimy spines and we'll be in business. Although, they do have skulls… we might as well just take their heads.”
The real horror of the situation dawned on me at that moment: they were going to kill us all, or maybe worse. They mentioned a bounty for the commanders, and multiple of the higher ranking ship officers were already dead, their brains splattered against the walls or their bodies torn apart by gunfire. I wasn't dead yet, but that didn't mean much since I wasn't an immediate threat.
“Alright, round them up and bring all the grunts to the hanger bay, then kill the rest,” the leader of the humans said in such a lackadaisical manner that his complete disregard for life almost made me sick… almost. I had seen worse from the Jurisdiction before, but usually that was from me delivering some kind of ordered judgment on a world that had sinned against order. I might have simply been the messenger, but I had seen many of the outcomes. “And make sure to collect whatever proof of bounties you can, we'll need to deliver them to the office to get cashed out. Don't let this be a repeat of last time where Juarez fucking forgot to take a few heads and it ended up cutting our profits in half, the fucking retard.”
Some of the humans chuckled at that as they dragged more of the senior officers away, out of the room and into the hall,where I heard gunshots. The rest of the bridge crew froze in place, different fear instincts kicking in. The remaining Sok'klar corralled together into what seemed to be a singular, semi-congealed mass as if to try and trick the humans into believing that they were much bigger and much more threatening than they actually were. The one Thei’chi on the bridge, an ensign who had clearly thought this would be a simple mission, bore her curved fangs at the humans and growled as they approached, her hackles completely vertical and her eyes dilated. They quickly muzzled and bound her before beating her over the head with a gun stock, sending her sprawling onto the ground. Many others simply cooperated, eyes wide and yet simultaneously empty, as if they couldn't quite process that the ship had been taken and the commanding officers were being executed as the rest were escorted to the hangar.
“Get the damn messenger down to the hanger as well, we need whatever data's in his ugly lizard head, then we can decide on what to do with him.”
I spat at him in spite, as if to try and seem brave, but it was clearly an empty gesture. “You won't get anything, primate! You couldn't possibly crack the encryption!”
The human holding me seemed to wind up for another swing, but the commanding officer simply held up his hand to stop my tormentor before strolling over to me. He knelt down and removed his helmet, revealing a beige-colored face covered in scars, wiry black hair cut down to the scalp, and multiple tattoos. “You're really fucking mouthy for a hostage,” he said before punching me across my beak faster than I could register. I heard a sharp crack as his fist connected, and my head spun again as the metallic taste of blood pooled into my mouth. “I'd advise you to shut up, but I'm sure you won't listen: you aristocratic types are so full of yourselves. Maybe I should have you flogged in the public square until your vocal chords give out once we rip those cybernetics from your head, huh? How's that sound?”
“It won't matter… it won't change anything… the Jurisdiction will hunt you down.”
“Maybe, but I doubt it will happen for some time: they really suck at doing anything that requires effort, even when they're mad enough. They just keep sending their rabid lapdogs to try and smoke us out, and they always end up full of holes,” the human officer said with a smirk, his yellowish-white teeth and green eyes sending shivers down my spine as he drew his knife. “They're just horrible at their job, you know? You've all gotten so lazy and incompetent after being able to just take what you want without resistance, and now that you've met people who are angry and crazy enough to fight back you act as if we're committing some grave injustice,” he placed the knife against my throat, the flat just underneath my now bent beak, “No, we just took a few pages out of your book, ‘cept we've got standards. No kids, for one…” he seemed to look off into the distance as his sneer deepened, “but it's more than that, we don't attack the defenseless in general and we still win against you all in fair fights.”
I went to say something else snarky, but he quickly grabbed my thin tongue with his fingers and yanked it out, blood from my mouth pulling to the floor as he held the blade of his knife against it. “No no, none of that. Say one more thing and I'll cut that rancid little tongue of yours out of your mouth and feed it to you,” he hissed at me, pressing the blade down just hard enough to draw blood. “Do you know what it's like to see a planet turn into a tomb?" he asked me, gritting his teeth, “Do you know what it's like to see everything you've ever known crumble to ash and glass, all the life and the green stripped away leaving nothing but bones? I do. I've seen it happen to countless worlds, and my grandfather always told me stories of how you bastards did it to Earth. He still prays in its direction five times a day, to Mecca, but he knows the Kaaba is gone now, or maybe it's still there, buried in the bones of those who sought refuge there.”
I didn't care for the human’s nonsensical beliefs, but I did care to correct him. “I've seen it before, and I'll see it again. And so will you, it's inevitable. The Jurisdiction will always have its judgment fulfilled, there is no alternative.”
“One day, I hope we can rectify that,” he said, then he sheathed his knife and slammed my head against the metal floor with enough force to nearly knock me out. As I lost consciousness, I could hear him speak. “Take him to the Chop Doc, and make sure the cybernetics don't get damaged: they're supposedly more valuable than any bounty on this ship.”
Warning: Severe radiation poisoning detected. Flush system immediately.
Warning: Neural Lace removal detected, chance of neurological damage high. Proceeded with caution.

Have:
AA50c25 Elders Mark
Q50c25 Elders Mark
Q50c25 Radium
Q2525 Fixer
B50c25 Epr
AA50c25 Epr
B2515fr Epf
B2525 Fixer
BE25 Fixer
B50c25 Fixer
B2525 Handmade
BE25 Handmade
Q2515fr UC Laser
B2525 UC Laser
AA50c25 UC Laser
B50c25 NU Laser
AA2525 NU Laser
Q2525 Cryolator
V2525 EPR
Q50c25 Gauss
Q2525 10mm Pistol
B40p+1s Chainsaw
AA40p+1s Chainsaw
V40p50bs Chainsaw
AA2515fr Flamer
Railways:
Q2550bs Q2515fr
Q2590wr Q50c90wr
Tse15fr Q50c50bs
Fixers:
VE25 AAE25 B2515fr
Q2515c TS50c25 B2515c
B15v25 berE25 ber2525 V50c15fr
B50c15fr BE90wr TSE25
Q50c100 AriE25 TS2525
AAE15c AA2590wr AssE15fr
AA2515c JunkE25 GS50c25
Junk2525 JunkVHC25 Q25dwa25
Handmades:
V50c25 V2590wr
Q50c15fr TSE15c
Q50cStealth JunkE25
B2515fr Ass2525
V2525
Heavy:
BE15fr lmg AA2515fr lmg
AA2590wr 50 Cal Q50c15fr lmg
Q50vhc25 cryolator TS2590wr cryolator
QBash90wr minigun ass2515fr cryolator
BE50drwa lmg TS2515fr GP
QE25 LMG, Minigun, Gatling gun
Aa2515fr GP B2515fr pepper shaker
TSE90wr Gatling gun VE90 lmg
AA50c15fr flamer V15ap25 lmg
AA2590wr Gatling laser
Commando:
QE15fr Auto pipe TSE15fr Auto Pipe
QE25 Combat Rifle AAE15c elders mark
Q50vhc25 AR Q25100 Tesla TS2525 Tesla
I50c25 bpr VE90wr AR junk2525 epr
VE15fr lever action TSE15fr lever action
Q50vhc25 Plasma rifle BE+1p Fixer
B50c50bs Laser Q50vhc25 Gauss
B50vhc25 Elders Mark Q50c25 10mm smg
JugE15fr elders mark B50vhc25 .45 smg
QE250 auto pipe Q2525 Gauss
AA50L25 AD I50C15fr Gauss J50c25 AD
Z50c25 AD
Pistols:
B50c15fr gamma gun
MUT2525 laser pistol AAE25 10mm pistol
B50c25 M79 B2590 gamma
Q50c15c .44 V2525 Western
AA2525 .44
Bows:
AA50c25 crossbow I50C25 Crossbow
AA50vhc15c crossbow B50c25 bow
I50c25 Compound B50c90 Compound
Melee:
B15v50bs chainsaw AA40p50bs ripper
VSSS assaultron blade AA40p40 Drill
AASSS Glove (not sanitized)
V25D+1s chainsaw, BSSS deathclaw
Z40pa90wr chainsaw VSSS Bone club
Armor:
Best:
UNY AP WWR FSA LA
UNY INT SENT S Metal LL
UNY INT SENT Trapper CP
UNY INT SENT USA CP
UNY INT SENT S Metal LL
UNT INT SENT Marine CP
UNY INT FDC Trapper LL
UNY AP SENT Reverse paint FSA RL/LL
UNY AP FDC Combat LL
UNY INT FDC ROBOT RL
UNY AP CAV H Combat CP
OE AP CAV Trapper LA
OE AP WWR S RAIDER RA
The rest (lots of good rolls):
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1GQ0neVgdAtcOlY2WnUkDvAtLYvLw-LIr6G_BaZzOFsU/edit?usp=sharing
Apparel:
TFJ x5
Red Asylum x7
LC x4
TLC x9
Responders Set x5
FCJS x8
GBD
Loon x4
Bosjs x3
WPJS
USA x2
FSA x2
Buffoon x4, Crazy Guy x2, Hag x3
Fiend, Raven x3, Demon
Brahmin x2
forest, yellow, pink asylum
Rare bats
Enclave Aligned Auto/flamer
Enclave Severe Beta, Forceful stock
Leaders
1.5k L&L 8
2k explosive, 2k energy bobbles
2k psychobuff, 500 psychotats
Bulk steel
Bulk acid
Specific Wants:
TFJ, Red asylum, LC
Responders Set, FCJS, TLC
WPJS, BOSJS, USA, FSA
UNY AP SENT USA CP/LL
UNY AP SENT H Combat RA
Q2525 Auto Pipe
B/I 50vhc 25 compound bow
B50c25 Handmade
Q groll fixers/handmades/rails
Grolls (Weps or Armor)
Leaders
Open to all offers however, let me know what your thinking and we can make a deal :)

Timestamp
Timestamp is dated for yesterday, I was hoping to have this post made then but time got the better of me.
Good evening rMM! Did some spring cleaning a while back and found way too many things I'm not using, so here's a cleaning out sale!
CONUS Only. PM's only, please comment before doing so! Discounts provided for bundles, as always.

Keyboards	Pricing	Extras	Description/Condition
Bubble75 (Black, Alu Weight)	$170 Shipped OBO	POM plate, all included foams, extra daughterboard cable.	This board is in fair condition. There's a scuff and a bit of anodization chipping on the top of the board from a fall off a broken shelf. See timestamp album for picture of scuff. Ships unbuilt with a PC Plate and includes lubed Durock V2 stabilizers, with an epsi-modded spacebar.
MonsGeek M1 (Red, Lunar New Year)	$65 Shipped OBO	PC plate, all included foams and tape, stock silicone gaskets.	This board is in very good condition, and has been modified to be stack mounted (similarly to how it's done on mode boards). Keyboard is built with stock strawberry bubble gum linear switches on an aluminum plate, with lubed/epsi-modded Durock V2 stabilizers. No keycaps are included.
Gerald65 (Frosted)	$65 Shipped OBO	Unbuilt wrist rest, acrylic plate, foams and extra gaskets.	This board is in very good condition, and is currently gasket mounted with a POM plate. This board is currently built with stock YUNZII/Outemu crystal white linear switches, with lubed/epsi-modded Durock V2 stabilizers. No keycaps are included.

Keycap Sets	Pricing	Description/Condition
GMK Polybius (Base Kit)	$70 Shipped OBO	Shined, moderately used. Scuff on F8 key, scratches on backspace key. Discounted accordingly, see timestamp album for pictures of issues. Ships in bag. Set is complete.
NicePBT Noel (R1)	$20 Shipped OBO	Shined, heavily used. Ships in bag. Set is complete.
CannonCaps 407	$20 Shipped OBO	Shined, heavily used. 6.25u spacebar has loose tolerances and noico installed. Ships in bag. Set is complete.
NicePBT Beach Day	$35 Shipped OBO	BNIB, only opened for pictures, although the caps are out of order from shipping and storage. Can ship in bag for discount.
Bundle for NicePBT/CannonCaps sets	$55 Shipped OBO	This is a bundle offer for NicePBT Noel, CannonCaps 407, and NicePBT Beach Day.

Switches	Pricing	Quantity	Description/Condition
Gateron Yellows	$15 Shipped OBO	62	58 Black Tops, 4 Clear Tops. 205g0 Stem/Bottom Housing, 105 on Stock Springs, Unfilmed
Akko CS Lavender Purple	$15 Shipped OBO	88	205g0 Stem/Bottom Housing (stem legs lightly lubed), 105 on Stock Springs, Unfilmed
KTT HaluHalo	$18 Shipped OBO	65	205g0 on Stem/Bottom Housing, 105 on Stock Springs, Unfilmed
FFFF Tactiles	$20 Shipped OBO	71	Stock
KTT Kang White V3	$20 Shipped OBO PENDING	89	205g0 Stem/Bottom Housing, 51004 on Stock Springs
JWICK Semi-Silent	$25 Shipped OBO SOLD	64	205g0 on Stem/Bottom Housing, 51004 on Stock Springs, Unfilmed
Tecsee Purple Pandas (w/Gazzew LT Stems)	$30 Shipped OBO	73	I spring swapped this switch to Gazzew LT stems, making these linear switches. Lubed with 205g0 on stem only, 51004 on aftermarket (unbranded) 67g short springs. Unfilmed. Total travel distance is 3.5mm.
Owlab Neon	$30 Shipped OBO	64	205g0 on Stem/Bottom Housing, 105 on Stock Springs
NovelKeys Cream Clickies	$40 Shipped OBO	70	Stock
C3 Kiwi (w/Tecsee Purple Panda Stems)	$40 Shipped OBO	79	These are a tactile frankenswitch I made a long time ago. 205g0 Stem/Bottom Housing (stem legs lightly lubed) on 63.5g double stage springs lubed with 105, filmed with Deskeys. Total travel distance is 2.8mm.
Holy T1s	$45 Shipped OBO	84	3204 Stem Only (legs untouched), 51004 on aftermarket (unbranded) 60g Short Springs, filmed with Kelowna. Total travel distance is 4.0mm.
Gateron CJs (w/P3 Stems)	$45 Shipped OBO SOLD	83	205g0 Stem/Bottom Housing, 105 on Stock Springs, filmed with Deskeys. Total travel distance is 3.9mm.

Freebies (any of the following items are free if bundled, just ask!)	Quantity	Description
Drop Skylight Series Keycaps (Black)	TKL Kit	This set is mostly unused, but I replaced the spacebar for a closely matching dye-sub one I had lying around as the original was damaged.
Cherry MX Retooled Blacks	38	I've had these since 2020, and have never used them. They're completely stock.
Gateron CJ Stems	84 GONE	These stems are factory polished and high quality.
Invyr UHMWPE Stems (Batch 2, Version 1)	100+	I tried giving these out a long time ago and they went unclaimed. These stems aren't good and are part of a defective batch.
MX Switch Opener	1	Just a random MX switch opener I got years ago that was painted white. It works okay.
Outemu Blues	120+	Two different kinds of outemu blues in this batch, ones with dustproof stems, ones with traditional stems. These are stock and I salvaged them a long time ago.
Miscellaneous Switch Parts	100+ PENDING	This contains a bunch of random switch housings and lineatactile stems I've had over time, and I can't really make anything out of these leftover parts.

Hello! I'm looking at both of these two vehicles currently I don't have a lot of funds but want something semi fun on the road. I always see comments saying "Fun, Reliable, cheap pick one" yadadaya but right now it's between a 2002 Subaru Impreza WRX Sport Wagon 4D and a 2013 Hyundai Genesis R-Spec Coupe 2.0T
WRX: Description $6000 Motor has 63k body has 130k Head gasket and valve cover gasket was replaced when the motor was changed Ej205 Motor is stock. New radiator thermostat front driver wheel bearing spindle cv axle front control arms. Newer pads and rotors. Front u frame removed. It's a bolt on piece and is only for small impact crashes. If you want a new one it's around $450 from factory It is my everyday vehicle so miles will go up. Has the spider headlights and Cobb tune but is on a stock tune now. Has an invidia exhaust and is cat deleted. Comes with original headlights roof rails and extra summer tires Winter ones are mounted Cons -smokes a little from being cat deleted and turbo oil seals -Starting to have rear quarter panel rust It's not at all rusted through and fixable -Cv axle boot is ripped on passenger side and is throwing grease on the down pipe so it smokes a little under the hood. Very minimal Could use new coil springs but isn't bad
Genesis description: This car was in a crash and has a rebuilt title. Everything was repaired. I bought the car after this had happened. Since have owned this car have had zero issues. 89,200 miles (may go up slightly due to daily driving). Has the 2.0L turbo, 6 speed manual and brembo brakes. Tires have 10k miles on them, brakes are good, no mechanical issues. There are some small scratches on the exterior and a small dent and scrape in the right rear quarter panel. There are some cosmetic blemishes on the interior door handle and steering wheel. No lights on the dash.
I'm looking for a car to add some upgrades to, and maybe get into drifting a little, which I know will probably be harder on the WRX
I'm leaning towards the WRX though since it overall seems it may be a little more reliable and cheaper overall on insurance as well. Big enough car guy to know both these cars are fun beginner "sport" cars.

You can absolutely put a 1S barrel in a 1T. I did it today and it worked great.
I found a parts kit on everygunpart: https://everygunpart.com/handgun-kits/arex-zero-1-s-semi-auto-bxz4fo-uabl-00.html
You cannot put a 1T barrel in a 1S however. I'm willing to bet you actually can if you pop the loaded chamber indicator out of the slide, which is a single roll pin.
 

1. I fired my 1T with the normal slide and barrel.
   
2. I fired it with the 1S slide and barrel and the 1T frame.
   
3. I then fired it with the 1S barrel in the 1T slide.
   

 
 
All three combinations worked flawlessly.
 
Looking through the post history on this subreddit everyone seems to repeat the line that you cannot put the 1S barrel in the 1T because of the loaded chamber indicator cutout in the 1S barrel.  
Now the reason I think people believe it wont work is this site: https://fimegroup.com/store/threaded-barrel.html
It says that this threaded barrel which is designed for the 1s will not work with the tactical.
Now if you go here: https://www.k-var.com/arex-rex-zero1-barrel-9mm
The same exact SKU for sale says it works in both the 1S and the 1T.
Don't let your memes be dreams, you too could have the best of all worlds. Sadly at this point all the extra barrels are pretty much dried up. Now I can't guarantee it, but I'm sure this applies for the compact pistols and there are some barrels for those still for sale on Gunbroker.

Picked up a vnt 17/22 with the adapter for dirt cheap and the guy even threw in a vnt 15. Basically the deal was too good to pass up.
Thinking about throwing it on the alh. Deleted cat, 11mm injection pump, and I have the larger .184 manual nozzles that I could install. I swapped this car from auto to manual.
Is it worthwhile if I played with the IQ to up the fueling and actuator rod to try and finesse the lag out? Or should I just wait till I get more supporting parts, money for a tune, etc? Even if it adds a modest bit of power with the stock map I'd do it but I don't want to end up laggy with the same power.
Lmk what you guys think.

EPR Mods are: Calibrated Capacitor, Aligned Auto, Stab Stock, Reflex
I don't really like Railways

I just died making a crazy ass jump near the end of the puzzle and honestly don’t know if I’ll go back to do it all again. Super tedious! I don’t hate the entire puzzle some of it gets the heart going in a good way but I feel like gunfire got lost in the sauce with this one. First off who the fuck found this!? HOW??
On one hand I like how the utilized the many secret paths of the Labyrinth, makes your journey there even more eventful but losing all our progress is brutal considering all the tight squeezes and jumps you have to make.
If I ever get this gun that will be the only time I do it cause it’s just not a fun experience I don’t feel like I figured something out and it’s a very long and kind of draining experience for a gun I find very cool (love semi auto rifles and being able to ch age to a shotgun is cool and unique) but right now from the sounds of it it’s very underwhelming. Pretty disappointing experience when most of the puzzles they make are quite enjoyable

A quick note on trading psychology in regards to this phenomenon we’re creating.
1. Wall Street Insiders Hate Us.
2. Government Officials Hate Us.
Why? Because we have banned together. That’s Power they can’t control.
Realize that that right now, every trader is talking about FFIE, and Wall Street insiders are sweating serious bullets. GME wiped out Melvin Capital (losses of 53% or $6.8 billion due to the GME saga), and the company was forced to close the following year. That can happen again. That’s why they hate us. We’re upsetting their wallets. Consider, they are the one’s betting against FFIE, an American Luxury Electric Vehicle company, and they’re calling us despicable. Imagine that! Realize they do not want FFIE to succeed, as they have major positions in non-shorted stock of major car companies. It's like the BIG THREE that ganged up on the Tucker Car ages ago, a superior product product at the time.
Understanding the psychology of what is occurring will help you weather the storm. Realize we have gained Wall Street’s and the New Media’s attention. This is Global in scope, and Wall Street insiders are pulling out all stops to throw out propaganda to scare us.
Here is what’s occurring, and why it so important not to set Stop Losses in holding the stock. It is almost certain to retreat to where you might set them at. That’s where you will hinder your overall goal.
Over the next two weeks, The Psychology of all buyers will involve the Mega Rich, the rich, the upper and middle class. All will have different goals. Our goal is $100 per share at minimum.
1.) Day traders, with no intention of holding, are now being drawn into the Frenzy because of the volatility. That will cause drastic swings.
2.) Many newbies will not realize that Stop Losses will be activated due to the extreme volatility. Don’t set them. Buy only what you feel comfortable to potentially lose, and hold them.
3.) The Networks, due to our actions, placed FFIE on their radar screens. They will tell you all the reasons under the sun not to buy the stock. They are part of the enemy!
4.) Wall Street insiders will circle the Wagons.
5.) Some WS insiders, with no stake in FFIE, will temporarily join in the frenzy for short term interests. That will seriously contribute to swings caused by professional and semi-pro Day Traders.
Friday, after hours trading already witnessed 70 million shares bought and sold. The shares available changed from 48 million to 42 million, so supply is starting to become restricted. That is our ultimate goal, as it will cause the hyperbolic movement we are looking to create. If we take 10 million out of the reaches of others, price will begin to seriously increase. If we take ½ of all available shares, the stock will increase dramatically. We must buy and hold for this to work. Good Luck, FFIEers!
“So, people hate you. Good, that means you stood for something.’ Winston Churchill

I'm looking for a caliber suitable for a designated marksman rifle that is useable in a lightweight platform (about 4 pounds, similar to the OIP AR-15) and makes a big hole. Velocity and kinetic energy are only important insofar as they relate to range; from what I know of ballistics, impact energy is less important than the size of the wound cavity. A flat-nosed cartridge would be ideal, but I know that those are less aerodynamic and are generally large-caliber, high-recoil rounds that don't feed well into semi- and auto rifles. Any suggestions?

I’m holding a stock that’s up and down a lot and I’m in a timezone where I sleep through most of trading hours.
Is it possible for me to create a sell limit order at $105, which upon selling will automatically create a buy limit order at $100?
So that if it swings from $100 to $105 to $100 I’ll wake up to $5 profit?

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When commenting please state what item you have to offer and what you would like in return from my list. thanks
Want:
Q50c25 Railway
Uny AP WWR USA Scout Pieces
OE AP WWR USA Scout Pieces
B2525 Enclave plasma w aligned auto barrel, stock and reflex sight.
Open to other offers
Trades
(Rifles)
B2525 Combat Rifle
BE15V Combat Rifle
J2525 Combat Rifle
AAE25 Handmade
B2525 Handmade
B2515R Handmade
B2515V Handmade
BE15v Handmade
B5015v Handmade
FE25 Handmade
J2515v Handmade
J3325 Handmade
QE15R Handmade
V2515R Handmade
B25FMS Plasma Gun
VE25 Railway
VE25 10MM SMG
Q2515r Tesla
AAE50 Fixer
AAE25 Fixer
AA5015c Fixer
AA3325 Fixer
Ari2525 Fixer
AriE15R Fixer
B2525 Fixer
B3325 Fixer
B3350 Fixer
B50c15v Fixer
B50c25 Fixer
BE25 Fixer
B50c50 Fixer
F2525 Fixer
I3325 Fixer
I5015c Fixer
J2525 Fixer
J2515v Fixer
Q251A Fixer
Q2515R Fixer
Q2525 Fixer
Q5025 Fixer
Q3325 Fixer
TSE25 Fixer
V3325 Fixer
V2525 Fixer
V5025 Fixer
BE25 Lever Action
B5025 Lever Action
I2515R Lever Action
IE15R Lever Action
(Heavy)
AA25/250 50 Cal
EE15v 50 cal
J2590 50 Cal
BE15v Gatling Gun
B2590 Gatling Laser
J2590 Gatling Plasma
BE1A LMG
JE90 LMG
(Melee)
B40 1s Bear Arm
AA40SS 15% less DMG Meat Hook
(Shotguns)
IE15r Combat Shotgun
I2515r Combat Shotgun
TSE15r Pump Action
(Armour)
Mixture of FSA/USA pieces in EA set
Uny AP Sneak
Bol AP Sentinel
Van AP Sentinel
Van AP Cavalier
Van AP Sneak
(Power Armour)
Ass Sentinel Unltracite
OE Cavaliers Ultracite w 2 AP
OE Sentinel Ultracite
OE WWR X-01 w 2 AP
OE Cavalier Excavator w 1 AP / Jet Pack torso
OE Sentinel Excavator / Jet Pack torso
OE WWR Excavator / Jet Pack torso
Van Sentinel Ultracite w 2 AP
Van Cavalier X-01 w 1 AP
Van WWR Raider w 1 AP
Cham WWR Excavator w 1 AP / Jet Pack torso
(Outfits)
Asylum worker Hat Brown
Asylum worker Hat Forrest
Asylum worker Hat Red
Asylum worker uniform Brown
Asylum worker uniform Weathered
BOS Jumpsuit
Bomber Jacket
Emmett Mountain Hazmat Suit
Crazy Guy Mask
Huntes Long Coat
Imposter sheepsquatch outfit
Longshoreman Outfit
Reclaimed deep mining gas mask
Straightjacket Clean
Travelling leather coat
Winter Jacket & Jeans
Bloody Chef Hat
Bloody Chef Outfit
Grillmasters Hat
Cultis Incarnated Helmet
Responders Paramedics Jumpsuit
Urban Scout Mask
Western Outfit
Western Outfits & Chaps
White Powder Jumpsuit
(Plans)
High Capacity
Armor Plated
Insulated
Refrigerated
Lead Lined
Rad Barrel
Fixer
Bear Arm
All serum plans available individually or as a full set