Hi guys just wondering about the AO at airports as I’m thinking about becoming a police officer. 1. Are they stationed there / are they at the airport every day do they ever switch 2. Is it random to get put at an airport or is it more like a selection 3. What do they acc do on a day - to day are they just there to almost intimidate or what??

1. Your boss is an old, ripped crackhead.
2. You spend a lot of time in his house where he hangs around shirtless.
3. Your boss leaves the country to go to rehab and leaves you in charge of his company.
4. You never do anything as the new boss, but no one cares.
5. You dig up your grandparents to make bonemold armor.
6. You give random people in the streets money so they like you more.
7. You look for rat meat in your local grocery shop.
8. You buy all the sugar in said shop and open a skooma den.
9. You can survive getting stabbed 50 times in a row.
10. You visit the capital and call the first police officer you see a poophead.
11. The police officer tries to kill you, but no one cares.
12. You loot his corpse, leave it on the street, and put on his uniform.
13. Every police officer tries to kill you once they see you wearing the uniform.
14. You follow two different religions.
15. You think you're the reincarnation of a dead saint.
16. All priests in the country hate you for it.
17. You randomly walk into people's houses and they don't mind it.
18. You kill them and take over their houses.
19. You can't go swimming without getting bitten by fish.
20. You can't go hiking without getting pecked by huge birds.
21. You try to sell your old clothes to a crab.
22. You look for "The Sermons of Vivec" in the bookstore because you want to improve your skills.
23. You go to the police to report that you were attacked by the Dark Brotherhood.
24. You search for silt striders at the train station.
25. You talk to cats and lizards.
26. There are no children in your city.
27. You eat unknown mushrooms and plants.
28. You randomly meet naked Scandinavian guys.
29. Most of your attacks miss when you try to stab or shoot someone.
30. You hear epic music when someone attacks you.
31. You try to free all felines and lizards in the zoo.
32. You see people falling from the sky.
33. You're blind while wearing your new boots.
34. You walk through the snow naked and never get cold.
35. You casually admit to being an assassin.
36. You get attacked by Satanists while asleep.
37. Your doctor has four wives who are also his daughters.
38. He keeps an obese, disabled man in his basement.
39. You wear clothes made of glass.
40. You get threatened with necrophilia while on a pilgrimage.
41. You join a totally legal political party that hates foreigners and supports slavery and murder.
42. You become the leader of this party after several weeks.
43. That's because you murdered the previous one.
44. Your house looks like a giant mushroom.
45. You try to convince all local politicians that you're the reincarnation of a dead saint.
46. They actually believe it after you perform enough errands for them.
47. You become a general, but never actually command any soldiers.
48. You kill your former friend who thinks he's a god and always wears a golden mask.
49. Your wife cheated on you with a different former friend.
50. You kill them both, but no one believes you did.

If you notice any of these signs, please seek help, but not from the doctor with four daughter-wives. Feel free to add your own.

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Priority Level: Urgent
:: From ::
Center Arm of the Emperor, Planet Laran
:: To ::
All Survivors of Fellow Royal Cast Broods
:: Message ::
The Emperor has graciously permitted the use of his Excellency's summer home on Planet Laran, located in the Empire's Center Arm, as a temporary refuge during the unprecedented violent Terran offences against His Holiness and the holiness of the Omni-brood of Ix.
:: Attachments ::
Coordinates and Flight Key
:: Royal Cryptographic Signature ::
Lord La'Ix, The Emperor's Right-Center Arm
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earlier

"CURSE THEM! The great houses are going to have my bloody head for this! There is no way this should've happened and under my command too! The Golden Emperor's own exotic holiday world has gone to ash and the only one to blame is going to be me. Well it was basically my watch anyways. Curse. Them. All"
Those were the only legible sounds one could hear among the frantic stamping of one particular Ixian lord as he hurried away through the underbrush of the royal reserve just outside the centre palace. The same Ixian lord that, only hours earlier, was delighting in his typical cooked boar while enjoying his evening's entertainment of a young Terran girl running for her life from a loose Laran tiger. Something about the way those bipeds run always makes him laugh. Some similarly caste Ixian would call this form of entertainment childish, lowbrow, and immature. He would tend to agree. But sometimes he just wanted cheap slapstick humour. The day to day life of the royal caste tends to get dull with all the fine arts an Ixian of his caste is meant to enjoy.
"How did it all go to shit!?! I was always attentive, and there hasn't been an uprising since those terrans were tamed for the palace. I mean we mostly neuter the problematic ones anyways, so why all the sudden aggression?", he shouted in agitation at the emptiness in front of him.
Speeding through the royal garden which in actuality is a repurposed Savannah of the island the palace is on. The Ixian was a beast of speed. Perfectly honed and trained over decades, and genetically maintained over eons, he always proudly held that he was the fasted in his brood of 16. Making a name for himself among the other broodkin for being the most genetically suited for the rank of high general (not that there was any need for generals, there hasn't been need for war in so long). Of course the Ixians always pride themselves in having no excess potential, and adapting your environment to suit your biology, but it never hurts to have perfect biology. That's the true pride of an Ixian.
That innate need to change the universe rather than changing themselves is what led to their vast interstellar empire. One that reached from constellation to constellation and then eventually to the arms of entire galaxies, terraforming worlds to the same environment they were already adapted to. Since forcing nature into one's bidding was the most sacred duty of any that shared a lick of Ix biology.
Which was why the Ix was confident in themselves. This Ixian in particular surely felt surprised, but mainly he was only moderately upset at the sudden change of situation, from being comfortable in the royal dining hall to sudden exercise.
"Everything can be changed back. Everything can be changed back." It repeated the mantra to itself. As it began to relax and turn its snarled sharp mouth into a toothy grin.
"Yes, there is nothing to worry about at all. Then let's make a game plan. Just need to make it to the space port at the harbour. Grab a ride out and find someone else to take the fall. That old royal butler is as ancient as the dirt of the broodworld. Hell, he probably was there when it vanished in the shadow of the holy empire's long past." chuckling to himself at the quite witty remark, but saddened that no one else was there to hear it.
Should be realistic enough for the others to believe. But first things first, I need to reach the harbour-master. It thought while its dense muscles powered the beastly lizard-like form on its journey, as it bound in the direction of its destination at top speed on all fours.
The blood red sun was already kissing the horizon by the time the Ixian went to nearly collapse under exhaustion of the extended sprint. He hasn't ran this far and fast than when he a young broodling that won competitions and competitions in the royal sports. I think I might have overdid it. He thought while massaging the oncoming threat of a sneaky cramp in his hind leg.
The Ixian were well known for speed. But their stamina was another thing. There bodies simply didn't have the evolved features for long distance travel. There was never truly any need in the past, as their very steady and controlled climate and sparsely diverse ecosystem on Ix never truly required much challenge.
It turned its panting head to face the way it came, gazing proudly at the great distance it made in such a short while.
But something was off by that view. Something different to what he was expecting. The view itself was mostly fine. Well, as fine as a smoking mark in the distance, presumably from the summer palace being engulfed in flame and spitting great plumes of black smoke. But no, something about this view chilled him to this spine. Craning his neck from his vantage point he could swear there was a small speck in the distance.
What on great Ix is that?
All of a sudden realisation hit like a rock on a peaceful pond. Something was following him. Something unknown and cold was making its way to his location. He was certain it wasn't any of his guards, all guards permitted to serve under the royal summer home were Ixian of course. Physically bred for their strength and speed, and placed into roles of importance like protecting the higher caste such as himself. (Whereas this day being the only exception). It did look like he was the only Ixian that actually made it out of the palace so far. Ixians are able to cover short distances in phenomenal speed, akin to a scaly 4 legged beast of the hunt.
No this was something else.
Feeling a very small panic build up inside, but veiling that cold, unwanted terror as impatience at how far he still needs to travel yet. Lord La'Ix flexed his anterior legs and sped on leaving behind a red-yellow cloud of dust in his wake.
He frowned. Feeling strange at a never before felt sensation. Like something in the back of his perfectly designed brain was screaming a silent, but terrifyingly familiar warning.
"Ix itself is an ancient world. Temperate in climate, while abundant in vegetation and small game. It is unknown how the Ixian was formed on paradise.
The old priest can drum into your heads that I'Ix made us into being by indenting his form in the sand of the first beach and filling the shape with his life. Moulding us into being.
The heretic would counter and say we evolved from a previous species akin to ourselves over the course of untold lengths of time.
The philosopher would suggest that only on paradise would the sentient universe fill in the space for the perfect beings to enjoy the fruits of existence.
Lastly, even the lowest caste Ixian would point and laugh at the rest and say 'why talk about antiquity, when we can make more paradise to fill the heavens'."
-A popular Ixian parable
Lord La'Ix bolted up all of a sudden from his resting spot. Heart suddenly beating frantically. The stars had barely enough time to shift positions when last rested his weary body, only a couple hours must have passed since dusk fell and the world plunged into night.
The silence of the Savannah made sound from afar travel better. Aside from the quiet rustling of the wind he wasn't so sure what he heard. Assuming his bored ears were playing tricks on him.
Calming down, curling up on the flat cool rock he found he started to drift to the shadowless lands where all Ixian go when they dream...
Drums, no, not drums. Some sort of mechanical tool? Not that I ever heard of a tool that just beat the ground senseless. A strange beating sound could be heard, pounding into the ground. As he stayed frozen and very awake, he could have sworn it was getting louder. Closer.
CRACK. SNAP. CRACK.
Suddenly the entire valley echoed the sounds of a few broken sticks.
La'Ix jumped up, whirling around, and came to face something approaching fast that could only be described as a cold predator, not that there were any predators on the homeworld's recorded history. But every cell in his aching body reacted the same. DANGER, DANGER, RUN, RUN.
The silver light of the planet's 3 moons barely lit the valley but what that light bounced off of was a figure in motion. Front Legs pumping up and down, nostrils flaring, eyes too close together, and pupils so large it was like staring at darkness itself.
Hold on there are only 2 legs right? Sudden familiarity hit him hard, memories of last night's entertainment stained his mind. In the name of Ix is that a Terran?!?
La'Ix didn't realise it then, but it was looking at a Terran, despite the Terrans characteristics looking different to the standard slave he was used to seeing. The pumping body of the runner was made for such long distances. Sweat acting as a cooling mechanism, making the man glisten in the harsh moonlight, the enlarged nostrils taking in all the air the body needs for this type of strenuous activity. And the enlarged pupils, made for adjusting to low light environments.
Down on the plains of the Savannah were two creatures. One a perfect evolutionary miracle, practically evolution's first try gone right, Perfectly made for its environment and was never truly exposed to varying climates and environments. And the other, having crawled through the primordial ooze, and struggled and fought its way through dangers, diseases, and competition on its own horrifying world. Where deadly heat in deserts can dry out any living thing, and such freezing poles that can turn anything that enters it in pure ice.
The man's lean and sweat-slicken form was steadily making its way towards the frozen statue of La'Ix. Just as he got within 50 paces did La'Ix sprint away scattering pebbles in its path the echoes of which bounced back from the valley's sharp walls. Undeterred, the chaser kept steadily running. Jaws grit. Eyes locked on afar.
And afar was its prey. Sprinting away.
HOW IN IX'S NAME DID THAT THING KNOW WHERE I AM? The La'Ix in a fit of sudden excitement mixed with a heavy dose of panic, began its high octane sprint from the sudden looming threat of being found. Hind Legs propelling the creature's body forward, while its front arms, which were historically also for four legged locomotion, pulled the terrain closer with each stride. Increasing its momentum until it reached max speed.
"Broodling La'Ix!" said a stern but educated voice.
"Huh? Oh! Yessir!" a young Ix jumped to attention still thinking about more enjoyable things specifically outside of the classroom walls.
"Well? Can you please answer my question or will you make your other broodkin wait until Ix falls to ash first", the tutor said expectantly, prompting several muffles giggles in the room.
"Sorry sir. What makes the Ixian race its place in eternity is the attention we put in perfection. After our home-world of Ix's climate and terrain began to change, the leaders from antiquity decreed we carry on the spirit of the home-world in maintaining a consistent biological and genetic profile that will always be suited to Ix's surface. As we change worlds to be more like Ix, we can spread the spirit of Ix to them. As such, Change is- uh, change is..."
"Change is the poison of perfection, Remaining unchanged for Ix enable us to carry its spirit to other planets in the heavens", continued the tutor. "Well you certainly paid some attention to today's lesson at the very least. But remember that final part. It's the last of the core tenants you will need to remember."
"Yessir!"
A good half night passed on the surface of the Savanna. Where a previously noble and alert Ixian who took great care in appearances and status was no longer to be seen. Instead of that proud domineering alien representative of ix was a dishevelled, dusty, ragged creature, dehydrated, hungry, and exhausted from the various sprints it forced itself to endure to stay ahead of fate's ever closing hand.
Is this the sword of Damocles that was mentioned in the ancient Terran records? Always hanging down on those who hold power and seek more? Fate's sharp blade? But why me? I was never in any real power. All I wanted out of this life was a comfortable posting with no dirt and grime from the lower worlds. Why me? Why now? Why do I-
La'Ix snapped himself out of a daze. Is he here- No, no I should be far far away from that Terran now. Maybe I can find some-
A dim glow interrupted its train of thought. Much too early to be the Sunrise on the Emperor's summer planet, and much to low to be the light from one of it's 2 moons. It was a light from a town.
"That's right!" The Ixian barely managed to rasp in between haggard breaths. Its body barely able to continue the amount of self inflicted abuse it has suddenly been put in.
A lot more hunched over than the Ixian was earlier. It made its way towards a small town it knew was in between the palace and the harbour. The emperor loved his royal rustic towns and villages. It is said that his royal emperor would sometimes tour around them marvelling at the romantic theme of a simple rustic life. Although getting a personal town full of Ixians required a lot of lower caste be forced into long and expensive work contracts as background entertainers for the king's planet, all this excessive show of wealth was partially for peackocking the emperor's reputation, and partially for his own personal enjoyment. The Emperor is almost culturally required to flaunt his royal wealth in all forms in order to keep connections with all the royal houses. An emperor that doesn't shower their supporting aides and houses with grand gifts is fated to eventually be found cold on the floor of the royal banquet due to 'suicide from accidentally ingesting poison', as was the previous emperor.
To avoid such an unfortunate passing, the Higher Royals would trade vast resources, delicacies, and even exotic slaves to court 'royal favours'. Slaves of the Terran variety especially are considered to be the most unique of gifts the empire has ever acquired.
Terrans weren't necessarily large and bulky. Fighters were assigned to the Slave Obniraks. Powerful creatures used to fill the fields on tougher worlds where mechanical services would be deemed to expensive. The growth of a Obnirak into full working adulthood is only a few cycles. Meaning mass producing a workforce is quite an easy feat.
Terrans instead would take vast cycles to mature from a childling to an average adult. Meaning growing a slave force would take vast quantities of resources, immense patience, and strict guidance from their owners as to not create faulty creatures. All of which increases the general standing on any house that manages to keep a vast amount of Terran slaves in the best quality.
Terrans weren't necessarily docile and obedient. That role was perhaps given to the oldest slave race the Ix ever controlled. The Iralisa. It was known that they were made remarkably docile due to generations upon generations of select breeding, and pruning off the 'aggressive traits' from the gene pool. However, that led to the adverse effect of physically weakening them to a point where such docility and lack of a frame to keep up with their workload led to a general lack of Ixian interest and were subsequently purified.
Terrans are notoriously independent and herd-minded in larger quantities. Similar to growing a very stubborn Terulian Rose Vine. Which only looks impressive when great care have been given. Terrans need to be given an illusion of being ever so slightly free. Which typically involves owning vast amounts of land and nature to let them roam and graze. Of course, the only ones that can accommodate grand work forces of Terrans are the larger houses with the appropriate territory for humans, as is studied in the Ixian art of Servitude.
One can only guess which species is the Emperor's favourite.
The following town should indeed have both, low caste Ixians, and possibly none of the Emperor's favourite slaves.
The Ixian approached the glowing town. As it reached closer it straightened its back, upright on its hindlegs in the royal fashion. And proclaimed. "It is I! La'Ix, royal courtier. Lend me aid imme-"
Something is off. Not a single shadow in the town, I can see lights but no movement, where is every-
After turning the corner to the center of the small town, the dustied and weary creature froze in its tracks when it saw it. A pit nearly as wide as an Ixian land cruiser and who knows how deep filled with a stench so powerful it watered his eyes. Despite the Ixian's lack of a proper sense of smell. It knew the foul fetor of death.
The crudely dug pit was nearly overflowing when he approached it. Large, smoking, smouldering pyres cast that eerie light that had drawn him in.
"H-how? Wha-What the..." he trailed off when a local species of Laran boar growled and squealed as it tore a dead Ixian limb from the mountain of corpses.
"Who could've..."
He stopped. The shock of seeing his own kind laid like broken dolls in a bleeding pit slowly faded, replaced by a numbness. The Ixian had just noticed they were of Ix. Only of Ix.
Not a single terran colour was visible in the black and spotted pit of bodies. Not a single slave body was visible.
I-Impossible...
His legs gave way, either from the strain of the entire nights run, the horror facing him, or the threat from behind. He just dropped.
Minutes passed, or hours. It was hard to tell. But the Ixian lay slumped. Body unwilling to move further. Battered flesh unwilling to be propelled by a shattered spirit.
Mind slowly spinning up again. Thoughts began whirring to life in its mind. Could the rumours actually have been true? It had read the sparse reports of odd activity from certain Ixian-controlled worlds on the outer arms of the empire. Small uprisings of unknown origin. Hardly anything of note. If it had no affect on the greater houses then it was of no real concern to Ix and its emperor.
Could this threat have made its way to the centre arm already? Impossible. But what else could have done this to us?
Something caught the Ixian's eyes. In the middle of the pit it stood. A large stake, wet with deep Ixian crimson, dripping ever so slowly. Towering over the pit like a battlefield flag was a head of an Ixian rammed onto the tip of the spike. But the particular detail that caught the Ixian's eyes was a symbol cut into the flesh of the large forehead.
Looking from the outward-in. Eight concentric rings, which proceeded to get smaller and smaller in size until it reached a dark mass at the centre of the symbol. The Ixian never forgot the symbol and the affect it had on it.
Eight concentric rings, and a centre mass. Eight rings, and a mass. Eight- Eight what? Eight planets? And a star? ...
A growing pool of cold dread rose in its guts that made it shiver despite the fair night. This dread reflected the sharp reality on its frigid surface.
This Ixian was well-bred, well-trained, and well-educated. Although anyone with a basic education would know of such a pattern.
Terra and her sisters. THEIR star system...
Thump, thump, thump, thump.
It's not possible!-
Knowing what that sound meant, the Ixian tried to whirl around, its body barely being able to heed its masters commands. Just when it was starting to move again it felt it.
Sudden sharp agony. Sudden sharp, raging agony. The Ixian looked at it's hind leg. A sharpened wooden stake was jutting out of it.
It loud out a tight lipped scream, as it grasped the pulsating wound as one does immediately after an injury. It barely had enough time to look up at its attacker when the Terran bolted forward, shortening the distance between hunter and prey from metres to mere paces. The Ixian barely had enough time to block the hand grasping the knife as the arm flew forward at the last minute with a crash.
What phenomenal force!
Using the momentum from that sprint plus the wind up of his arm. The Terran was able to impart a phenomal show of force for a creature its size. That's when La'Ix for the first time saw a human in its raw unchanged form. Great beads of sweat collecting dust on its brow, to prevent it from entering the eyes. The constant release of sweat from the countless pores on its soft fleshy skin. Constant cooling? Even the visible veins and capillaries visible from the fire light.
What a beast of endurance-
Suddenly the horizon fell before the Ixian only to reveal the inky black sky dotted with pigments from stars like a painters masterpiece. When did I look up? Then a crash and blunt force from the ground.
The Ixian had been toppled over by that ferocious exchange of force.
Barely able to get up due to the wind being knocked out of its single large lung, the searing pain in its hind leg, and the exhaustion from the chase. It was too late. The terran was already on top of it. Taking up the entire view of the sky as the terran stepped forward into its field of vision.
The sudden perspective change made a once small and frail looking slave look grander than life, grander than all the legends told to Ixian broodlings.
The punches rained down. Repeatedly. A constant bombardment of beating rained like the drops of rain before the first dew. The previous pain in its leg forgotten, to invite a new visitor in the form of blunt force trauma. So ferocious were the raw blows to its carapace that the Ixian felt the exoskeleton crack under the increasing pressure and strain.
Something cracked, another thing snapped. The amount of pain too much to comprehend. The neurons firing in its second brain just assumed it was everywhere. Its half-working eye glimpsed the fist as it came down for the nth time. Red and split knuckles, revealing pure white bone beneath—a reinforced weapon. The perfect natural offence. All the muscles moved to propel it downwards where something else cracked and split.
Is this where I die?
As if understanding its fate the Ixian's form slumped over. Its body barely holding onto the natural exoskeleton shielding that covered its chest and facial area. Fluids leaking from the cracks that went too deep, and who knows how many internal ribs are shattered.
Its body, knowing that that more movement will cause more injuries, and further stimuli would confuse it further. It simply shut down.
The last moments it had as it fell backwards on its side. Was a small running figure. Hand clutching wooden spears. But the truly petrifying sight was behind it. A vast shadow flickering from the light of the lit pyres from the hunter in front of it. A shadow cast so large, jagged, and menacing it appeared to swallow the town whole.
And into a hole did the Ixian fall. A vacuum with no sensation or thought. Just darkness.
How... did we never notice such a... monster... in their... shadow...
All Ixians were taught about 'violence' and 'conflict' at an early age. As a sort of rite of passage that any of them would go through as they survive their early broodling days. As Ix have no natural predators, they had begun to instil a serving of some necessary conflict to keep their generations fresh and somewhat physically strong. As a precaution, only rudimentary forms of civil sports, races, shows of strength and courage were ever really explored. But always in a controlled and calm settings, as there would never be any true need for actual conflict.
As there was always a need to maintain ones own environment. The need never arose for the development of fighting techniques and schools of training. That was one of the best parts of being an Ix that many thought. Having supreme control over the worlds you inhabit means setting gravity, atmospheric pressure, humidity, and temperatures to the perfect levels for comfort replaced any need for biological change. Why grow when you can keep everything the same way, how you like it.
They were a vast empire. An empire of statues.
-Excerpt from the history of extra-solarian species, Author unknown
It awoke to a burning radiating heat from in front. The large sun was already starting to set on the horizon when it awoke. Had a whole day passed? Or two?
Trying to block the setting sun from its eyes it couldn't. "What?...", barely made out in a whisper.
I'm tied up.
And indeed the Ixian was right. Tied up next to a small brook, with a scorching fire in front of it. The monster nowhere to be seen.
"No good... it's too tight", it grunted in an attempt to escape its bindings.
Going slack in defeat it avoided any additional movement. Not having the energy to spare to move. It was lucky to have always been lazy at shedding its carapace - a frequent nag from its broodmother - might just have become its salvation in this case.
Thank Ix.
So there it stayed.
Hours passed. The Sun fully set and the stars awake in this dark world barely lit up the wildlands. Only the prisoner in this cone of firelight existed out here.
A rustling up ahead caught the prisoner's attention disturbing the eerily still silence of the Savannah night. And ungodly horror of a squeal ruptured the air invoking a deep visceral terror within the bound prisoner. Something. Something close but just outside the firelight was eyeing it, glinting from beyond the light. Those dark predatory eyes stabbed the prisoner with a sudden coldness. All while the squealing suddenly halted. SNAP. SQUELCH.
Now it came, emerging into the light. A beast. Holding a knife in one bloodied hand, dripping on the dirt. And dragging by the leg, a massive adult Laran boar grotesquely smearing thick blood still warm from the cut in the neck on the dirt.
The prisoner watched, barely moving, barely breathing. Frozen with the horror in front of it as the bloodied carcass was skinned; fur sliced away with harsh, scraping sounds with the crude knife. Spurting remaining blood all over the site.
The pink naked flesh then washed in the brook, leaving a distinct smell of oxidised blood in the air, before being skewered and roasted over the roaring flames. Fat popping violently in the heat.
In this gruesome display, the beast revealed not just a fate for the boar, but a dark hint of what might come. The realisation struck deep—this could be more than just a demonstration; it was a terrifying preview of its own potential end.
It passed out again.
Only to be awoken by the haunting echoes of a wild, desperate squeal that once thrummed through the savannah's eerie silence. Dare it open its eyes?
After a great heavy effort -utilizing its every last drop of courage- one eye cracked open. And what it saw. Made it regret ever having done so.
Right across from it, the hunter was a grotesque silhouette against the flickering fire. Grasping a severed boar leg was a mouth viciously biting, ripping, tearing into the flesh with primal ferocity. Each bite was deliberate, each tear of sinew was a clear, calculated demonstration of supreme savagery. Its jaw muscles bulged with the force of a bite.
All the while, the eyes—deep, abyssal pits—fixed intently on the prisoner. Deepest black pits stared back at it. Watching. Observing. Calculating, with a dark intelligence. it was calculating. It was relishing the terror it inspired and the control it exerted. Or planning its next meal.
The sounds of ripping flesh filled the thick, blood-soaked air. Deep into the night. Deep into this never-ending nightmare.
Never once did the prisoner move. Not an iota. Frozen in abject horror.
The night passed quietly. After the feast the human had, or the desecration of life that the prisoner saw, whichever way you look at it. The human nodded off to sleep. Content in the success of his mission. But the tied up creature had no such rest. Sending silent pleas to the stars that it might be saved. But not daring to make a sound, less it awaken that sleeping horror. Or was it sleeping? Dear Ix, it might be watching me. Feigning sleep to keep an eye on its meal. Dear Ix I'm next...
All through the night, the demons plagued its mind. Until the warmth of the morning rose, and with it the sound of an Ixian cruiser.
Elation could not be an understatement for the tired, tied, beat, and bruised thing. Craning its neck to the direction of the sound about to bellow out an Ixian warning to the demon resting next it.
"BE CAREFUL! THERE'S ONE HERE-". It stopped speaking. That previous elation it felt at a saviour arriving to rescue it from the demons grasp, fizzled out like a drop of water in a drought.
That all so familiar cold remained. And the dryness of despair. As pairs of dark pupils shot back at it.
On the cruiser were tall adult Terrans. Clean cut, well fed, well dressed Terrans. Four, no Six, no eight of them. All hanging onto the side of cruiser while it made its way to their location. Compared to the demon waking up beside it, these creatures were organised. A savageness neatly packaged in a uniform with a symbol. The prisoners eyes grew wide in its sunken sockets. 8 rings, and a centre mass. They must be the cause of, well all this.
Accepting fate, its head fell in part defiance, in part to avoid the stinging eyes of these others. It felt their gaze burn through—cold, cruel, calculating. There is nothing I can do any longer.
"You're finally here. What took you so long?" The runner said to his approaching comrades, "Took all night to catch up to him."
"Hey Jan, great work", the tall militant woman shot back. With a playful punch to his arm. "Guess all that cardio really paid off, didn't I tell you it would!" She let out a playful guffaw.
"Thanks Chel", replied Jan.
"Ok chop chop people, we're on a schedule. We need to reach the port ASAP remember? Come on Jan, rest up all you like, you're still on the clock."
"Aye sir." Jan shot back in a mock salute, gaining a sneer from the commandant, then a sneaky smile.
"Don't forget your trash. And make sure its breathing still."
It creaked open its eyes, seeing pairs of boots moving towards it and standing in front. In silence. Then all of a sudden, felt pairs and pairs of hands pull and tug. and lift it up The thing let out a pathetic silent sob. While it was loaded in the back of the cruiser, face up. Staring at eyes, piercing black dots peering back. It could never understand what was being felt by those eyes and those faces.
Ixians wear their emotions on their carapace; spots and stripes would slowly appear in certain parts, representing emotions and feeling that their bodies felt in a general sense. But the most private thoughts were of course, still kept private.
But this. This was just too foreign. The eyes never stopped. Even in the swaying movement of the cruiser the pupils never broke contact. Those eyes. As if it was peering into it, envelops your entire mind. There was no way to hide, even hiding in his inner self would do no good. Those eyes. Those predator eyes can find me anywhere I try to escape to. Inside and out.
Some times passes.
"You know. I lost good friends to the royal caste. Especially to this one's brood clan or whatever they like to call it." One of them was looking right at it when they said it. It turned its eyes over to the source. A short one, with a slave scar on the neck said it. A scar that shot through his memories. A scar inflicted to property owned by, his brood. This one is dangerous..., it thought.
Jan, and the others didn't look but felt it. The cold darkness in that tone made it clear what it intended to do.
The female militant, Chel, I think her name was. Slowly reached to the side arm on her holster. Sensing the oncoming problem.
"You still understand me don't you? I've had to watch good people die. Damn good people." The scarred one one stood, grabbing the upper rail of the cruiser to steady themselves. "I hear that even if you get ill, you become the entertainment for the night. What was it now?" She paused for a brief second. "Oh I remember".
"Stil" Chel said slowly. "Cool it". Hand still on the butt of the sidearm.
Not hearing or not wanting to reply. Stil continued. "Torn apart by those raptor pets. Hands or feet cut off as souvenirs for those fucked-up parties and those fucked-up guests. Oh yea, and the 'toy play' or whatever they call it. Can't have Ken and Barbie fight back now, can we?"
Stil leaned closer to the now cowering, shaking thing, "I wonder which one was your favourite." The words cut through La'Ix like an icicle. This was the first time these demons actually spoke to it directly. And it didn't like it. It could sense the venom from the words.
"Stil..." Chel slowly got up, hand still at the ready. "I said cool it." The line had a steely warning to it. Chel wouldn't risk the mission. Even if it meant doing what must be done.
Agonizing seconds passed. The cowering, shaking thing seemed to grow whiter and whiter by the second, It's spots clearly showing what it felt. Staring up, Not willing to move but being unable to hide. It felt the absolute crushing weight of the present. Grinding it down to a paste.
Everyone stayed still. The two militants didn't move. The rest didn't seem to even have paid attention to the converstation, still looked away.
Longer passed.
Stil smiled, "Oh come on Chel, you know I wouldn't do anything to our friend here? You know I was just playing around." Stil laughed. Chel didn't react.
Stil immediately crouched, faced the shaking prisoner inches apart eye to eye, and in a whisper said "Right friend?"
She wants me to reply? Dear Ix I can't even think with those eyes in front of me What do I do?! What do I say?!
"Right. Friend?" Stil repeated slower and colder. Like the blade of a surgeon hovering over skin, ready to plunge.
The gears of its Ixian brain grinded to a screeching halt. In utter desperation to find a reply it simply gave up. Instead, it felt a warmth slowly spread. Slowly spread between its hind legs. It had released its bladder.
"BAHAHAHAHA LOOK AT IT" Stil roared in laughter. The sound of it rattling the prisoners brain with the sound. Disorienting its senses. "NOW THAT'S CLASSIC TIMING IF I'VE EVER SEEN IT!" She plopped back down face red and still laughing.
The Ixian didn't know what to do but tremble and sob silently on the cold surface of the cruiser surrounded by laughter. and the warmth of its piss. It tried to plug its ears. But the sound still came. Laughter. Laughter. Laughter. Dear Ix, what are these demons... where are they taking me? To hell?...
The cruiser kept cruising. Towards the port across the island. Trailing laughter behind. Or to the sobbing wreck of a thing, demonic cackling.
The scent of familiarity wafted into the senses of the prisoner as the cruiser started to slow. The smell of the salt, the chirping of familiar aviaries. Sound of the crash of sea. The port.
Braving a sentence for the first time in for what seems eternity. It let out a question "...w..w..where ... why... are... ... we ...h... here?" It managed to say shakily, eyes downcast.
As if in response, a sharp shove greeted it from the back and a hard hit on the ground was as much of an answer it was getting.
"Move it", Jan said gruffly.
They walked. the ixian still bound but free to walk in the middle of the group of humans. Towards a destination still not known. The walk twisted, and turned, and twisted again. One thing struck out to the prisoner. It was too clean, especially for what it was expecting, it's last experience being in the previous blood-soaked town laden with bodies and carrion eaters.
The port town was completely silent, free from the regular hustle and bustle it usually had even when the emperor was not present. And superbly clean. Not a single piece of dirt to be seen. Not a single Ixian either. Where did everyone go? Did they make it out somehow when these invaders came?
In the background, the surf broke relentlessly.
Piercing eyes caught the prisoners glance, as it wandered curiously around the town. Realising its mistake La'Ix tried to look away but the burning gaze gripped his own.
As if reading its soul. The human answered the hidden question bubbling up in La'Ix. "You should've seen them your royal majesty". The one called Stil said while bending in mocking courtesy.
The surf pounded the shore even more loudly now.
"They don't swim well. Especially the young ones. They dropped like stones. Turning all white by the time they stopped moving."
Louder now. The sea roared.
Nothing came. Not a thought in La'Ix's mind. Its mind struggled to comprehend the depth of what was said by Stil, the scarred human.
The waves boomed louder now. Louder than the sun, echoing louder than the screams of all the Ixians that must have perished.
It saw the lips of the standing-devil in front of it. But all the came from its blood red lips were obscured by the sound of the pounding of the waves. The echoes of drowned kin, thudding and slapping against the shore, merged with the relentless surf in La'Ix's mind.
This is for our sins.
Wave after wave, the relentless surge continued, each one a haunting reminder of the souls lost to the sea, each crash a ghostly thud of bodies hitting the shore.
Very slowly did some exhausted neuron in the Ixian's head come to a conclusion as to how these creatures in front of it can be so relentless, so cruel, and so evil. When pushed to beyond its breaking point, did their true carnivorous instincts rear their ugly head.
Oh dear Ix. What sort of environment could breed such demons?
La'Ix didn't remember what happened next. The memories feel like a distant dream now as he sits watching the port sky now.
The aching brand on his forehead of the 8 ringed system, pulsed in pain—a departing gift from his newly made friends, stung from the salty sea air.
He barely recalls the staggered walk from the empty inter-arm transmission office and the inputting of his biometric royal seal. He barely even remembers the message that was sent under his name and signature
And even less does he remember what he heard what will happen next.
All alone now, he stares at the sky of the empty port town. As he watches more royal ships enter the atmosphere.
He gazes upward, thoughtlessly, statue-like Knowing fate will come for them all. Fate in the form of piercing black eyes and a monster so large it can fit in a shadow.
A single thought, carried its way from above the despair to the surface. Slowly. Like a bubble in a pool of tar.
What was I meant to tell the emperor again?

Hello everyone.
I would like to start this post off by saying that, while this post will come off as "this American wants to move to [our] country and yet, can't type/write the post in Nihongo," I have recently began working on learning the language (in addition to Russian, a language I was once moderately good at,) I do apologize if the aspect does not seem polite or comes off as "typical foreigner speak."
Regardless, my contract with the U.S. Air Force ends in February of 2026, and I have been looking at some lines of work in Japan that apply mostly to foreigners. However, with preparation to this, I want to save up at least $10,000 to $20,000 and get at least an N5 or N4 on the JLPT before my contract expires. (I am unsure if I am overthinking this, but I am also unsure of how far my Nihongo/Japanese language ability can go within 20 months/643 days.) Honestly, I just want to change my life and do something entirely unexpected or do an uncharacteristic career move and just see where it takes me.
As for my work history. I have been working since 2016 in various retail, sales, postal, and restaurant environments - all non-inclusive. When I joined the U.S. military in 2022, I spent 16 months as a police officer (Security Forces in the Air Force) over in Türkiye and I am spending the second half of my contract doing logistical work in a warehouse. (When I was a cop, I was doing more sentinel and dabbled in SRT/Special Response Team work. In my current mil job now, I am accounting for government property, personal property, incoming and outgoing shipments, hazardous materials, typical warehouse work, and things of that nature.) When 2026 comes, I will have 10 years of full time work experience.
When my contract ends, I was initially looking at going back to the pacific northwest and return to police work. However, I was recently looking at my life trajectory and honestly, I just want to go back overseas and just do something. I honestly do not care how much I make. When I was in Türkiye last year, I made only $13,000 somehow and quite honestly, I did not mind it. (On an off note, I used to think "the bigger place you had and the more money you have, the happier you'll be." My time there made me realize you don't need much to be content with yourself.)
Some of the jobs I have been seeing that apply to gaijin without a degree or a decade of work in one field are teacher's assistants, cooks, factory workers, or other jobs of that nature. Honestly, I do not care what happens as long as I can afford to live and take care of myself, and I have stable employment and a decent life. Also, I hear that having a bachelors degree is vital to getting a work visa, but I also hear that having 10 years of work experience is also a requirement for a visa as well. Is it an all inclusive situation, or is it one or another? Or does it depend on the job as well? Is it possible to get a work visa with at least an 2 year AA degree?
Thank you for reading this and thank you for your time.

My company has hired a person to replace my coworker who recently left and after finding out his full name and area where he is moving from, I found numerous articles about him being arrested in 2022 for soliciting minors online. I sent one article to my team lead thinking it must be the wrong person but he confirmed it was the new hire. After expressing my discomfort with the situation, I had conversations with our manager and HR but the issue was made light of bc the charges had been dismissed. Even though my research of public records showed that it was a 7 month sting investigation where he was charged three times with soliciting what he thought were minors (which were actually police officers) and he worked for a school district and the charges were nolle prosse meaning the prosecution decided to discontinue the case for any number of reasons (not necessarily that he was innocent). I was told by management that “he could have simply been texting a student to help with their computer” or “maybe he just got caught up in something but I’d love to hear his side of the story.” Even though I’ve expressed that I am extremely uncomfortable in this scenario, I still have to work closely with him (virtually for now) but having a husband who was I law enforcement, I realize my concerns with this are not unfounded. I will be looking for employment elsewhere bc of how my leadership has handled this but just curious about other people’s opinions on this. I’m not sure how a company can hire a person like this in good conscience and how they can claim to have integrity when the only reason I know about this is because I researched him myself. If I had not, I’m certain they never would have disclosed this to me.

I have three siblings, one passed away which makes me the oldest daughter. My parents have always been an awful match but my mother doesn't want us to grow up without a father so she keeps him around us(My two siblings and I). The issue is that my father has anger issues and he always has. I recall watching a scene from a Hulk movie where his parents always argued and one day one of them killed the other. I'd always imagined this happening with my parents too. My dad abused my mother during her first pregnancy and continued these abusive tendencies throughout my life. Most of the things I remember are faint but throughout my childhood things were broken, the police were called, restraining orders were filed and birthdays were ruined. My father is an unstable person all around and I didn't realize this for a while because he worked out of town so whenever we saw him, he acted like Disneyland-dad.
I have always been insecure and during puberty I hated myself because I hated the way my body had been changing. There was one instance when I'd begun wearing bras and my mother bought me a new shirt. I liked the shirt but when I put it on my dad made a comment. My mother is dumb and this comment was very clearly about the way my chest had grown. He had said 'That shirt really makes your...eyes stand out.' It sounds more predatory now that I write it out. Little comments like these fueled my insecurity and made me begin to punch myself in the head. It was the only way I could think of taking my anger out. I didn't want to be like my dad and hurt other people, so I took it out on myself. I was around 8 years old then.
By the time I was in 6th grade, I barely felt like I belonged and I was figuring things out. Independence was something I wanted. This year, covid had hit and so we were locked inside. My father did not live with us due to a restraining order. My younger brother is my father's favorite child therefore this turned him into even more of an asshole. He became angry and emotional but then he began to be kinder and he stopped caring about the fact that he was gone. Life was honestly not bad. I believe we occasionally saw him and everything was fine.
Then he moved in with us again. He took over the living room as his own personal office which led me to sit in my bed all day. I wish I enjoyed being around him but I don't. I dislike being in my bed all day but I do and as my mother puts it I 'marinate' in my bed.
I speak very little of my mother but she also has some negativity about her. My mother refuses to put me on any sort of medication or to let me talk to a counselor because she doesn't want me to be taken away. The problem I see with this is if she thinks I'd get taken away, what Is stopping her from taking me and my siblings out of this situation.
She makes a lot of comments that fuel my insecurity. She is blunt and honest which is a good quality, sometimes.
Now, the whole point of this post isn't to go into my past, it is to talk about my future. I don't see one and I haven't for a while. My parents hold me and only me to high standards. My father even stated himself that the reason why he puts so much pressure on me and not my siblings is because he doesn't think they are capable.
I am a sophomore in high school. I have played soccer my whole life and it is something I've loved but I noticed that it has caused me to struggle in school. I don't want to go to community college but at this rate, I think that's the only thing I will be able to get into. I've been injured many, many times from sports and my parents haven't believed me the majority of the time. My father screamed at me over the summer when I told him I couldn't run because my shins were killing me. I even told him about how I'd been cutting myself and he told me he knew and that I had to still do the running. I just couldn't. Turns out they were fractured. Anywho. I have been doing well in school now that I am out of sports. I am passing all my classes with A's and B's and I think one C. I am proud of myself but this is not good enough. I am honest with my parents about these things but my father lectured me for an hour about how all I do is sit in my room.
I am on my way to junior year and I want to stop playing soccer. This has been a fear of mine for a very long time because It is my source of exercise and eating is a big struggle. So at this point in my life, I have an unbalanced and unhealthy eating style, I am depressed, I have anxiety and suicidal ideation. I don't believe that mental illness is the only reason why my life is the way that it is. I can't blame everything on that but It's sometimes hard not to. Anyways. I would like to get a job my junior year. At my school, junior year is the hardest year due to the advanced program that I am in. I fear I will fail. I already have to retake one or two classes in order to graduate but I can't retake a whole year. The fact that I want to quit soccer angers my parents. They believe I can do it all. I play for the JV soccer team and I basically have no summer because of soccer. The head coach is training us all as varsity players therefore I basically have no life. I want to get a job and I want to graduate college. I don't want to play soccer to only be on varsity my senior year. It would be a waste of my high school life. I don't want to spend it all being sad the whole time. I want to try and get a job to help with my anxiety and also to make money. I want a lot of things but my parents approval is what is stopping me. I was recently reported for suicidal ideation and once my parents found out I was yelled at.
I can't keep doing this. With soccer I see no future. I am not bad, I just don't feel passionate for it anymore. It is too time consuming.
I just want someone to let me know if what I want is irrational. I need someone who isn't biased to help me because I know my parents won't. I don't think I will win against them but I just want to know if anyone has comments about their experience in high school sports and managing school work.
Thank you.

Hey everyone,
I’m hoping to get some advice regarding a situation my friend and I are facing. Yesterday, we went to town to watch the boxing match. Before heading to town, we had a few drinks and then parked his car by the embankment near the river. After a night out, we returned to his car, sat in it, and smoked some weed (I know, not a great decision).
We had no intention of driving the car and were just sitting there with the keys turned only to use the lights. Our plan was to walk back to my parents' house so we could sleep there and collect the car the next day to play football. I would never have allowed him to drive under the influence due to personal reasons—my Nan was involved in a car accident where my Grandad once drunk drove, and it’s something that holds a deep place in my heart.
Unfortunately, the police passed by, smelled the cannabis, and approached us. They breathalysed my friend, and he was over the limit. Despite explaining that we weren’t planning to drive, they arrested him and took him into custody. He was also caught with less than a gram of weed on him. He was released the next day and was told he’ll likely face a 12-month driving ban, though it’s not set in stone. The officer said it is unlikely that he won’t get the 12-month ban, which seems extreme and scary given that he wasn’t driving at all. He has to go to court.
Here’s some context: my friend is 23, has just finished university, and has ADHD. This potential driving ban would be devastating for him.
While this was happening, I was cooperative and recording for our safety. I believe I wasn’t treated fairly by the officers. I was told not to record, and one of the officers snatched my phone out of my hand and threw it onto the car seat, preventing me from properly documenting everything. Additionally, an officer grabbed me by the wrist while I was out of the car trying to record, which was quite uncomfortable. I consider myself a reasonable and cooperative person, and I feel like we were treated unfairly.
My questions are:

1. Is there any hope of contesting this potential ban given that he wasn’t driving or intending to drive?
2. Does ADHD play any role in this situation that could potentially help his case?
3. Are there any steps we can take to help mitigate the consequences?
4. What can we do about the way I was treated by the police?

We understand this is a serious lesson learned, but any advice or insights would be greatly appreciated.
Thanks in advance!.

Hey everyone,
I’m hoping to get some advice regarding a situation my friend and I are facing. Yesterday, we went to town to watch the boxing match. Before heading to town, we had a few drinks and then parked his car by the embankment near the river. After a night out, we returned to his car, sat in it, and smoked some weed (I know, not a great decision).
We had no intention of driving the car and were just sitting there with the keys turned only to use the lights. Our plan was to walk back to my parents' house so we could sleep there and collect the car the next day to play football. I would never have allowed him to drive under the influence due to personal reasons—my Nan was involved in a car accident where my Grandad once drunk drove, and it’s something that holds a deep place in my heart.
Unfortunately, the police passed by, smelled the cannabis, and approached us. They breathalysed my friend, and he was over the limit. Despite explaining that we weren’t planning to drive, they arrested him and took him into custody. He was also caught with less than a gram of weed on him. He was released the next day and was told he’ll likely face a 12-month driving ban, though it’s not set in stone. The officer said it is unlikely that he won’t get the 12-month ban, which seems extreme and scary given that he wasn’t driving at all. He has to go to court.
Here’s some context: my friend is 23, has just finished university, and has ADHD. This potential driving ban would be devastating for him.
While this was happening, I was cooperative and recording for our safety. I believe I wasn’t treated fairly by the officers. I was told not to record, and one of the officers snatched my phone out of my hand and threw it onto the car seat, preventing me from properly documenting everything. Additionally, an officer grabbed me by the wrist while I was out of the car trying to record, which was quite uncomfortable. I consider myself a reasonable and cooperative person, and I feel like we were treated unfairly.
My questions are:

1. Is there any hope of contesting this potential ban given that he wasn’t driving or intending to drive?
2. Does ADHD play any role in this situation that could potentially help his case?
3. Are there any steps we can take to help mitigate the consequences?
4. What can we do about the way I was treated by the police?

We understand this is a serious lesson learned, but any advice or insights would be greatly appreciated.
Thanks in advance!

11/20/2017
Log book of Det. Ryan Snow
Case #2798: The Appalachian Murders
The past couple of days are events I pray no one else ever has to go through what Kate and I had. I had her and Mr. Raines cleared of all charges, having found the proof we all needed to end this case and find the true killer. Kate no longer has to go into witness protection and I had given the police a good enough lie to keep myself from looking insane in the eyes of my co-workers. I know no one will ever know the true story or believe it, but I’m writing it out here. It at least needs to be known written somewhere. Even if my and Kate’s eyes are the only ones that will ever read it written out and forever imprinted in our memories.
The morning Kate had run off to the mountains on her own, I had made my way to the Blackwell home where I was immediately met with Mr. Blackwell charging at me and wrapping his large hands around my neck. He was shaking me and blaming me for getting his daughter killed and not doing more to keep her safe. The police who had been called to examine the scene and read Kate’s letter had to sedate Mr. Blackwell to get him off of me, lying him down on the couch, his head resting on Mrs. Blackwell’s legs. Though the woman was distraught and begging the police to bring her daughter back, she still took the time to shoot that cold, death glare my way. The ice in my chest growing. I couldn’t tell these people that this thing had come after me to get to Kate. I knew it wouldn’t change anything. If anything they’d hate me even more for keeping it to myself.
The sheriff was there and he pulled me away from eye sight of the Blackwells, trying to tell me that this wasn’t my fault. But I couldn’t help but blame myself. I should have done everything I could to keep Kate as far from those mountains as possible.
There were no signs of a struggle in Kate’s room and the letter was definitely written in her hand writing. Her father’s rifle missing from the study, a backpack and some food and supplies gone as well. She had only grabbed one set of clothes from her drawers, showing she did indeed have plans on returning after only one night in the mountains to confront whoever or whatever the killer was.
I told the sheriff to keep any police from going up to the mountains without first allowing me to go up there first to find Kate. He of course argued, telling me that he couldn’t break protocol based on any hunches I may have had. However, I told him that I could get Kate back without her putting up much of a fight, whereas she may struggle with a group of cops who didn’t understand the situation she was in. I was close enough to this case to have built a trust with her after all. I was mentioned in her letter about ending this case for me.
It took a good hour to get the sheriff to eye the Blackwells, Mr. Blackwell beginning to stir from his sleep, and allow me to go to the mountains to find Kate. He didn’t bother to call off the search to the police that had already begun making their way to the mountains, but did radio to tell them to not try getting Kate home without first allowing me to speak to her. He then gave me twenty-four hours to find her to which I told him I’d only need at most ten.
Without telling him about the disturbing scratches on my car, I sped to the mountains, taking the same path Kate had that day she took her friends on their trip. The route, as the sun began to rise was scenic. A drive that may have been a sign of a bright future ahead with a beautiful week in the mountains of nothing but nature, was now a reddening sky of horror. I couldn’t understand how Kate felt, going down the same roads that led to her only friends’ fates to avenge them, but the feeling of guilt did weigh heavy on my chest as I saw the signs of the Appalachian Mountain trails grow bigger on the horizon. Guilt for not doing more to prove Kate was innocent, for allowing Mrs. Mayfield for getting killed right before my very eyes, and for Liam for not being lucky enough to save him.
When I finally arrived to the cabin, there didn’t seem to be any change since the first day I was called to the crime scene, the only thing out of place being Mr. Blackwell’s truck parked precariously near the cabin. The police tape was still up, the cars of Kate and Mr. Woolfe still left where they were, the tires still slashed, the door wide open from when Kate, Ms. Greymoore, and Mr. Woolfe ran out of the cabin upon Mr. Billings was killed by an unknown force. All the bodies had been found and were now being prepared by their families to be buried or cremated. Only one body of the five still roaming around to avenge each and every one of their deaths.
I called out for Kate as I made my way into the cabin. The Ouija board was still on the coffee table, the white line of where Mr. Billings had been found lying face first on the floor with his head bashed open remained on the spot. The planchette was still missing. I kept calling out for Kate as I made my way up to the attic, the door left unlocked, using my flashlight to shine down on the white outline where Mr. Steele had been found completely torn apart. To think Kate had done such a thing, I now realize made me look like a complete dumb ass for believing it.
When I couldn’t find Kate in the cabin, I made my way out the cabin, still calling for her. I called out to her, promising that she just needed to come back home with me and we could solve the murders together. I knew it was a lie and that the sheriff would immediately have her take away to some secluded place where the killer couldn’t find her, but it was all I could think of to try luring her out to meet me. Still, she never appeared.
The sun was soon beginning to set as I tried retracing the very steps Kate and Ms. Greymoore had taken to outrun the killer. I had passed the small shrine of flowers and the pictures of Mr. Woolfe where the boy had been found, his face permanently remaining nineteen forever in the photos of him with Kate and their friends. I kept going, trying my best to follow the same path to the cliff where Ms. Greymoore was found, calling for Kate along the way.
It wasn’t until I found the place Kate had buried her best friend that I found Kate. She was on her knees before the rock where she left her bloody handprint, sniffing as her head was lowered, her dad’s rifle in her hands.
“Ms. Blackwell-“ I began as I took a step toward her. I was immediately cut off as Kate jumped to her feet, raising her father’s rifle at my head. I jolted back, raising my hands up to show her I meant no harm to her. “Ms. Blackwell, it’s me, Det. Snow!”
“Detective…?” She gasped, slightly lowering the rifle, but keeping it on me. “P-Prove it!”
“I’m sorry?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I… I thought I saw Sonja…” Kate breathed between tears, the rifle shaking in her hands, “it… It was wearing her face… It had her voice… How… H-How do I know you’re really Det. Snow?”
“You… Saw Sonja?” I asked as gently as I could with a terrified woman pointing a gun my way. “She spoke to you?”
“Prove you’re Det. Snow!” Kate demanded as she stilled her arms, readying the rifle as she pointed straight between my eyes.
“Alright! Alright!” I kept my hands up, backing up slightly as I tried thinking of how I could prove to her I was really me. “I… I, ah… I have… Had a brother… We went to get ice cream together once and… I dropped a dime and went to grab it… I was five… I followed it out to the road and despite how trafficked it was, I didn’t get hit. I grabbed the dime just as a truck was speeding my way and it swerved just before hitting me… Seeing how close I was to death, I dropped the dime and it rolled into the sewer. My brother called me Lucky Dime since then… Saying the dime was lost to me because it did its job in protecting me… I haven’t seen my brother since I was seven and I haven’t spoken to my parents in…” I looked at my watch. “Five years… No one else calls me Lucky Dime… Not even the people at the station know that was my nickname.”
With this, Kate lowered the rifle, her eyes softening from her furious fear to a more melancholy terror. She looked to Ms. Greymoore’s grave marker, her hand print just barely visible In the approaching darkness.
“It… It looked just… Like her…” She sniffed, “it had her voice… Why did it have her voice… Why did it look like her…?”
“Ms. Blackwell,” I soothed, relaxing now that there was no weapon in my face, “we need to head back, your parents are worried about you and the police are looking for-“
“I can’t go back yet!” She snapped at me as she spun to look at me, tears in her eyes. “That thing is still out there and will kill again unless I end it!” She held up her dad’s rifle as if to show me how she meant to “end it.” “I’m not leaving until I end that… Thing that had the balls to wear Sonja’s face and have her voice!”
“Ms. Blackwell, we will catch the killer, I promise, but right now, we need to get you home before your dad ends up killing a police officer for keeping him from looking for you.”
“I told him in my letter I’d be back tomorrow! I’m twenty-years-old, he can’t force me back home if I don’t want to! I just want to stop this thing before it-“
A howling in the distance cut Kate off. Coyote from what I could hear. If I couldn’t get Kate home, I’d have to get her somewhere safe. I turned to begin talking her down and taking her to one of the other two cabins for shelter. However, when I looked back at her, her face had turned to a bone chilling terror I’d never seen on a person before. She looked like hunted prey that had been found by its predator. She gripped her dad’s rifle to her chest tightly, her hand reaching for the trigger.
“Ms. Blackwell, it’s just a pack of coyote,” I tried telling her calmly, “let’s get to one of the other cabins and-“
“No, no, no,” She stopped me as she stepped back, looking around for where the howling was coming from, “I… Heard that same howling just before I saw Sonja! I thought it was far away, but she… She was right in front of me… She… Something was off, but it looked just like her!”
“Ms. Blackwell, you didn’t see Sonja,” I assured her, “I don’t know what you think you saw, but it wasn’t-“
“Lucky… Dime…”
I froze. My blood turned to ice. The fear on Kate’s face grew as she began backing away, her back hitting the grave marker. I spun around to see a figure in the darkness limp toward us, a scratched and garbled familiar voice coming from it.
“Lucky… Dime…” It wheezed, “You brought her… Back… Give her… To me…”
I whipped out my gun, pointing it at this thing that had his voice. I stepped back to stand directly between this thing and Kate.
“Stay back!” I demanded. “Don’t come any closer!”
“Lucky… Di-“
“Shut up! Stop calling me that! Who are you? Not another step or I’ll shoot!”
The thing stopped limping toward us, its body shuddering in place as it stared us down. I took the safety off of my Glock, ready to blow this thing’s head off if it got any closer or even dared using that voice on me again.
“Kate…” It turned its attention to Kate, a completely different voice coming from it, another male’s voice. “Kate… I’m cold…”
“J-Jasper…” Kate began to sob, “Please, stop using their voices… Please stop!”
“Kate… Kate why did… Did you leave me…?” Another male voice asked. “I… I was in so much… Pain…”
“Shut up!” Kate cried out.
“I thought we… Were friends… Kate…” A female voice. “You said you… Loved me… Why won’t… You let me have… Your warmth…?”
“I said shut up!” Kate screamed as she pointed her rifle and shooting at the creature. She had missed, but the thing still let out an ear piercing shriek as it dodged out of the way of the bullets Kate was shooting. It ran off into the darkness, but Kate kept pulling the trigger of her rifle.
“Stop!” I shouted as I snatched the barrel of her rifle, shoving it to the ground before us. “It’s gone, you scared it off, get to the cabins, I’m right here with you!”
I began shoving Kate back toward where the cabins were, the sounds of that thing screaming out in a symphony of different voices ringing out throughout the woods. I shoved Kate into the first cabin we had arrived to, Cabin #1 I could only assume as I slammed the door shut behind us. It smelled God awful, like the smell of the corpse I found on my first murder case, and it was getting darker as the sun began to sink behind the trees outside.
“Detective, it smell terrible in here!” Kate cried out, covering her mouth and nose, but the tears still falling from her eyes were still visible as they rolled down her cheeks.
I pulled her close and kept her behind me as I took my gun and flashlight out. “Stay close to me,” I ordered, leading the way through the cabin, “do not run off or use that rifle without may say so, understood?”
Kate didn’t answer, but I could feel the heat from her body following after me as I made my toward the smell. It was getting worse as we inched closer to a closet door in a hallway that connected the living room to the kitchen. The door was locked, but after a couple of kicks I was able to get the door to swing open, the smell blasting us in our faces making us gag and nearly throw up on the floor. I fumbled around the sides inside the room to find a light switch that I was able to find to the side of the entryway. A yellow light flickered on, revealing the door led to a staircase. I led the way down the creaking steps, Kate close by as she kept her mouth covered with her shirt.
Once we had made our way to the bottom, Kate dropped her dad’s rifle and let out a scream as we stared at what was waiting for us at the bottom of the steps. In a large pile at the corner of this basement room were nothing but skin and bones of humans and animals covered in maggots and flies. Some of the human bodies being small and child-like in size. The missing people who were never found after vanishing when they came to Cabin #2.
I grabbed Kate’s rifle off the floor and began pushing her back up the stairs, her screaming and sobbing all the way back up to the cabin. I slammed the door shut behind us and pushed Kate to the front door.
“We need to leave,” I had told her, trying to calm her down as we made it outside, “we need to get you home and away from here as soon as possible.”
“N-No… No!” She began fighting me, trying to escape my grasp on her. “No! That… That thing is still out there! You saw it! You can’t say you don’t believe me now! It even called you Lucky Dime! It said you brought me back!”
“I’m not saying I don’t believe you!” I shot back. “I do, I saw exactly what you saw, but it’s way too dangerous for you to be out here while you’re the one it’s after!”
“I escaped it once, I can do it again!” Kate pointed out as she struggled against me while I tried getting her into my car. “I’m not running away this time, I want to kill it!”
“God damn it, Blackwell, we’ll let the police handle it! Just because you have a weapon doesn’t make you safe or ready to handle something like… Like that… That thing!”
“It killed my friends! It wants me! I’m going straight to it so I can blow its head off! It’ll come right for me!”
“I came here to bring you back home, not let you accomplish some stupid ass revenge plot! Get in the fucking car, unless you want to end up like those bodies down that-“
“D… De… Detect… Detective…”
A scratched and moaning voice cut me off. Kate and I both froze at the sound of something approaching. I turned to see a police officer stagger toward us from the tree line. I could barely tell who he was or who he used to be, his head held low and blue uniform covered in blood.
“H… Hel… Hel… Help… Help me…" It croaked as it stumbled closer.
I held up Kate's rifle. "Stay back!" I barked. "Not another step!"
The thing that stood before us wearing the cop like a full-bodied suit stopped in place. It swayed where it stood, blood water falling from its head and down to its chest.
"It… It… It's inside… Inside me…" It breathed painfully. "I… I can't… Help… Me…" Its voice then changed to that familiar voice that made my skin crawl. "Lucky… Dime… I… I'm so… Hungry… Give her… To… Me…"
I pulled the trigger of the rifle, hitting the creature in the head, the rest of it staggering backward from the blow. Still though, it remained on its feet, turning itself to look toward us once again.
"Give… Her… To… Me…" It wheeze, blood and brain pouring from where I had shot it, it beginning to stumble toward us once again. I continued shooting, hitting it in the shoulder, the arm, the leg, the head again, but it just kept coming toward us faster, demanding I give Kate to it.
I was about ready to ram it with the rifle, having run out of bullets, when a voice off in the distance made the creature freeze just an inch before us.
"I'm here! I'm here!" It called out in an almost sing-songy way, using the voice of a little girl. "I'm here! I'm here!"
"I'm… Here…" The creature repeated as it jerked its body to look to where the voice was coming from. "I'm here… I'm here… I'm here! I'm here! I'm here!" It began shrieking in a high pitch wail. It sounded like a mixture of different voices ranging from child, to woman, to man. Keeping flat on its feet, its upper body fell forward onto its hands before speedily crawling off like a spider.
We stood in shaking silence for a moment, Kate digging her fingers into my arm while I was too numb from shock to care about the pain she was unknowingly inflicting. It wasn’t until the radio from my car buzzed to life that jolted us back to whatever reality was at this point. I scrambled to the driver’s side, swinging the door open as I fell inside to grab the intercom to respond to the voice yelling for me over the receiver.
“Det. Snow, what the hell is going on up there?” The sheriff’s scratched voice called out over the receiver when I could barely get my name out of my mouth.
“Sh-Sh-Sheriff…?” Was all I could respond with, still trying to wrap my head around what I had just seen.
“Y-Y-Yeah,” he responded in mock shudder, “what the hell is going on up there? I’ve tried radioing every man I’ve got up there and am constantly being left on red! Do I need to send back-up?”
“No!” Immediately, I returned to full reality, finally understanding the severity of the moment and putting that knowledge into my tone. “Landon, do not send any more men up here, call everyone back immediately! I don’t know what this thing is, but it’s too dangerous! Call everyone back, we’re heading back to the Blackwell house now!”
“We?” The sheriff questioned, skepticism in his voice.
“I found Ms. Blackwell, she’s here with me.”
I was met with statice before the voice of Mr. Blackwell blasted over the intercom.
“Bring my daughter home, right now, you son of a bitch!” Mr. Blackwell demanded. “You bring her home this instant before I decide to kick your teeth in!”
I opened my mouth to respond, but the radio was snatched from my hand from Kate. “I’m not coming home until I kill this thing!” She snapped into the radio. “I don’t know what it is, but I at least know I’m not crazy and that it needs to die before it kills anyone else!”
I grabbed the radio from Kate’s hand, beginning to tell her off when a agonized scream erupted from the intercom. I dropped the radio to cover my ears as Kate did, the scream piercing from my car to throughout the forest around us. The voice screaming and crying for help sounded male and it seemed to echo all around us.
“GIVE HER TO ME, YOU SON OF A BITCH!” A mix of the screaming voice and Mr. Blackwell’s hissed out after a good five minutes of screaming before the radio short-circuited and puffs of smoke flowed out.
After allowing my ears to adjust to the sudden silence, I grabbed the radio once again and tried calling for the sheriff, for the cops with us in the mountains, for anyone. When I was met with more silence, I slammed the radio back down on the holder and cursed loudly, hitting the wheel as if it were the source of all my problems.
After a moment to take some deep breaths, I told Kate to get in the car as I placed her rifle in the back seat.
“Didn’t you hear me?” she shot back. “I’m not-“
“Damn it, Blackwell, we have no idea what we’re dealing with, it can mimic peoples’ voices, and it just ran off like a fucking black widow!” I snapped, stepping out of the driver’s seat to glare down at her. “The last thing I’m doing to leaving you here alone and I’m not staying here another second until I can wrap my head around what the fuck I just saw! So, you either get yourself killed out here while I try talking you down this hero complex high, or you’re going to do what I say and get in the damn car!”
We stood in heated silence, glaring each other down before Kate huffed and stormed over to the passenger side of my car and slamming the door shut as she climbed in. I jumped in after her and began driving away from this nutty nightmare I had found myself in.
We drove down the trail back to civilization in silence, Kate staring out the window and trying to keep her tearful sniffs quiet. I had finally begun calming down and was starting to feel bad for snapping at her. She had only gone there to avenge her friends by killing that thing that had most likely killed a whole bunch of cops to find her. However, I still couldn’t just let her stay to hunt it and I didn’t want to stay out in those mountains with some kind of creature that could take the form and voice of someone I knew. I still couldn’t understand what is was I had even seen.
“Wendigo,” Kate whispered, breaking the silence in the car first. She had said it as if she had just remembered something important.
“What?”
“A Wendigo,” She repeated, turning to look to me with wide scared eyes, “that’s what that thing is! It’s a Wendigo!”
“Slow down, what’s a Wendigo?”
“It’s… Oh, just forget it! You wouldn’t believe me anyway.”
“Ms. Blackwell, I just saw a cop being used as a puppet and then run off at inhuman speed on all fours; I doubt I’m not going to believe a single word that comes out of your mouth now. What’s a Wendigo?”
Kate eyed me for a moment before releasing some of the tension from her face as she took a deep breath and began explaining to me. “They’re a Native American myth; it’s believed they’re the spirits of people who would lose themselves in the woods and would end up eating other people to satiate their hunger. I think that’s what that thing is. They can mimic the voices of people who died and use it to lure people to them, they can take the form of that person too.”
“Why does it want female hearts?” I asked, not realizing I had yet told her what my mysterious caller kept asking for when they called me.
“It… It wants my heart?” she asked shakily.
I cursed to myself before letting out a frustrated sigh. “I think this thing wants hearts, but it only wants female hearts. Why? I don’t know yet. But the only other person to be found after killing someone in those cabins was found with his partner’s heart missing to which he was blamed for taking out of her. Recently, I’ve been getting calls from some… Thing wanting me to bring you back here so it could take something from you. It would have taken Ms. Greymoore’s, but you hid her well enough that only the police could find her in time. Now, I’ve been getting calls asking for you and to get something from you.”
Kate looked to me in shock before a wave of guilt twisted her face in pain. “I… I’m so, so… So sorry, Detective!” She cried out. “I… I had… I had no idea you were being… Harassed by it! Had I known it wanted me back and was demanding you brought me here, I never… I didn’t… That’s why it said you brought me back! Oh, I’m such an idiot!” She pressed her hands to her face, grabbing at her hair between her fingers and tightening them around her eyes.
“No, no, no, stop, stop that!” I ordered, screeching the car to a halt, having to bring it to a crooked stop so I could stop her from hurting herself. I snatched her arms from her head and pinned them to her lap, tears flooding her face. “It’s my fault for not telling you sooner! I was too focused on trying to solve this case with the most efficient evidence I could, but that just kept me looking to you as a suspect. I should have stopped thinking you were the killer the moment I got that first call. There’s no way any of us could have seen… This coming… Except people who probably already believe in that kind of stuff or don’t stop to assume a more rational explanation like a cult… I’m… I’m sorry. But, I won’t let it take anything from you, not anymore. I’m going to get you home and then I’ll deal with this with the rest of the police department. You don’t have to deal with this thing anymore, it’ll be my burden from now on. You need time to finally get some rest and mourn your friends with your and their families. It’s already fucked your life up enough, I won’t let it go on making it worse.”
I stopped her before she could argue with me with a wave of my hand. “Your friends’ deaths shouldn’t be your burden to handle. I know you want to be the one who kills that thing and do right by them, but that’s not what they would want. They’d want you to remember them and continue living. They know you didn’t do it, so stop blaming yourself and stop acting like you’re the one who has to make it up to them. I will put an end to this die trying, but you need to go home and be with people who are happy you still get to live.”
Kate looked down at her hands that I kept down on her lap before nodding weakly and letting out a broken “okay.”
“Good, now let’s get you home before-“
My words were cut off when the honk of a car barreling toward us echoed through the woods. The headlights were fast approaching and I barely had time to grab the gear shift to put us back in drive as the other vehicle hit us, forcing us back and forth in one violent motion. It took me a moment to check myself to be sure I hadn’t hit my head on anything or got whiplash from the crash before I immediately returned my full attention to Kate who was kneeling over holding her head. I gently grabbed her shoulder and pulled her up to examine her head. It didn’t appear to have been busted and bleeding, but she was holding the front side of her forehead.
“Are you okay?” I asked her, prying her hand away from the spot on her forehead, seeing that it was beginning to bruise. “Can you hear me? Blink twice if you can understand me!”
“I… I’m f-fine…” she mumbled as she looked to her hand to check if there was blood on her palm, “I… I think I just… Hit… Hit the w-window…” She then blinked twice in my direction before looking to the car that had rammed us.
I turned my attention as well to the car to see it was a police van, it’s front crushed into the left of my front. I quickly jumped out my vehicle and stormed to the van, yelling at who ever was driving the van to come out and explain what the hell they were doing.
The driver’s side of the van swung open once I was near enough and a man in an orange jumpsuit climbed out, staring familiar daggers at me. The moment realization set in, my mixed emotions of confusion, frustration, and fear turned to fury.
It was Leighton Raines.
“Jesus, you really are a shitty detective.” Was all he said to me before reaching into the can and retrieving a rifle out from the passenger seat.
[END OF PART 1]
Part 6

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Next Generation Roleplay is a serious RP server with a friendly community and staff. We are an active roleplay community with a dedicated police presence, a knowledgeable medical/fire team, and an ever growing mechanic scene.
We also have a very dedicated staff who helps as much as they can along the way. We are a growing community who loves to welcome new players! A lot of the current citizens of the city were new to RP when they joined our server, and they've stayed because of the community that has been built.
If you're looking to start your story, come give us a shot. We take RP serious and love when a great story is being told. Whether you want to be an officer and enforce the law, or a criminal who runs an underground drug empire, we have ways for you to tell the story you want to tell!
Join here: discord.gg/nextgenrp
We currently offer the following:
Whitelisted Jobs

• SAST
• SAFR (Medical and Fire)
• SADOT (Mechanic and Towing)
• Department of Justice (lawyers, prosecutors, judges)

Player Owned Restaurants and Businesses

• Pearl's
• UwU Cafe
• Up N Atom
• Koi
• Burger Shot
• Benny's
• Yellow Jacket
• And more!

Criminal Activities and Gangs

• Custom Robberies/Heists
• Custom Drugs
• Black Market
• Whitelisted Gangs

He married at 17 because his girlfriend was pregnant. They had four children and made it work for awhile. The writers should have them divorce. Instead they have his estranged wife get pregnant sealing his future. No choices due to his religious upbringing. Elliot's parents did not support him and his new family. He had to learn the hard way.
Now Eli is following in his father's foot steps. Becoming a police officer is a career that will support his family and he will learn quickly that his father did not have choices.

I'm an adult disabled child and have had a representative payee until the beginning of this year. Currently living in Montana but unable to receive the level of assistance I require from local groups due to the age and jurisdiction. This is regarding misappropriation of funds and identity theft with one of my previous payees from 2017-2021. As an adult disabled child with a representative payee I was informed that I could have no direct access to any form of money myself both by SSA when I received my award and by both of the representative payees I previously had. They would either give me cash without me having knowledge of available balance or directly give me a credit or debit card with instructions on what I was authorized to purchase that I would then surrender once I returned. Sometime during 2017 I made my then girlfriend Jennifer Jackson my payee. She recommended building credit for me and I authorized her to open two credit accounts on my behalf which she would manage with my social Security funds. The two accounts were PayPal and Capital One. The only updates that I ever received were verbal confirmation that they were paid and at some time in 2018 or early 2019 she showed me a printout of my credit report which listed my credit as over 700. Approximately 2-21, I was experiencing a panic attack and mental disturbance while being harassed by Miss Jackson while she was driving my vehicle. I wanted to go home. She refused and continued to harass me while attempting to force me to contact associates about procuring opioids for her because she was in withdrawals. I struck her twice in the arm. At that time she took me home. The police were called and I was arrested. A restraining order was placed in which she told the judge that she was completely dependent on my home, my vehicles and my income as her only form of support. This was unfactual as she also received roughly the same amount as me in SSI whereas I receive SSDI, and all bills were split between her myself my father and my stepmother. Each of our shares were approximately $350 a month as can be attested to on the financial reports supplied to social Security and the Georgia welfare programs. I was not allowed access to any monies from social Security from that date until my father was made my payee approx 7-22. I had no access to my family lawyer for several months due to this. Upon release I discovered that she had sold the vehicle that she was awarded use of by the restraining order. Her ex husband informed me of this via Facebook messenger which I received upon release. During the conversation to him I threatened legal repercussions and asked him to talk to her regarding where my car was and the money she had received and was arrested for harassment/stalking. The beginning of this year I was awarded control of my own finances for the first time. Upon doing so I discovered a total of three items in collections on my credit report totaling approximately $2,600. Portfolio recovery services (Capital One): $694 Midland credit management (Synchrony Bank): $1028 LVNV Funding LLC (Credit One Bank): $880 They will be removed from my report approximately the beginning of 2026. I am unsure how much money she collected on my behalf as social Security has been extremely difficult to work with me in any way regarding this matter. The original SSA office I spoke to, Barrow County, informed me that because we "lived together as man and wife" that she had full rights to any SSA funds even though we were not married and she was my payee. Several organizations have expressed outrage at the "blunt lie" of that statement as Georgia has not have any form of common law in many many years. I have spoken with social Security Representatives regarding this since I moved to Montana and was informed that it was at minimum inappropriate but likely illegal for her to attain credit on my behalf even with my knowledge as she was only authorized to manage social Security funds. This is a drastically different statement from when I was first awarded disability with a payee. I have also filed 2 reports with social Security regarding the misappropriation of funds but have thus far gotten no response. The first verbally when I was released from prison approximately 7-22 in person at the Barrow county social Security office. The second at the behest of my therapist, local social workers, and Disability Rights Montana was filed electronically approximately 2 months ago. I have contacted the Barrow county Police and filed a report. I have also contacted the three credit reporting agencies about this but no changes were made except to update with "customer disputes: meets Fair Credit reporting standards". I added a consumer statement to explain the situation of the debt reflected on my credit report as well. My previous lawyer, Macklin Smith (Deceased), informed me that any contact with her would likely end with more charges even if it was a lawsuit(because of the previous contact with her ex husband regarding the car and money and threat of lawsuit) and advised me to wait until the restraining order had expired to proceed. I would be satisfied with these items removed from my credit history. If the only way to do that is through civil or criminal litigation then I am comfortable doing so now that the restraining order is expired. Any assistance is greatly appreciated.

Supreme Admiral Vex stared intently at the holo-display in front of him, blinking in disbelief at what the sensor readings were indicating. The small blue world, designated Earth by its inhabitants, was buzzing with activity that seemed impossible.
Powerful energy signatures radiated from weapons emplacements, scattered across the planet surface, far surpassing the type of directed energy armaments even the Krell empire had mastered. Swarms of orbital shipyards, held frame after frame of colossal starships taking shape, the largest stretching over 30 kilometers in length.
"Run the scans again," Vex growled at the sensor operator. "There must be some mistake." But as the data refreshed, it showed no changes, humanity appeared to have grasped technologies centuries ahead of their time.
Vex could sense the unease spreading through his crew, on the bridge of the cruiser Korath. Hushed whispers questioned, how a species could possibly achieve such advancement so fast. It went against everything they knew about the natural order, of technological progression.
Below, Commander Sadir approached Vex hesitantly. "Admiral, long range scanners have detected unusual energy signatures forming in orbit of the third planet. I believe...one of their starships may be deploying."
Steeling himself, Vex turned to the main viewscreen just as a burst of intense light erupted from one of the orbital shipyards. Shielding his eyes, he watched in awestruck horror as an immense vessel began to unfold, its armor plating extending layer by layer like some colossal metal flower. When the awakening was complete, a full kilometer had been added to its Length.
"30 kilometers," a sensor operator reported weakly. "Armor suggests offensive and defensive capabilities, beyond our own Battleship class. Its weaponry..." She trailed off, overwhelmed by the readings.
Admiral Vex stood on the bridge of his flagship, the Korath, lost in thought as images from his encounter with humanity played out in his mind. He was startled from his reverie by the chirp of his comm system.
"Admiral, the Terran delegation has arrived and is requesting an audience," his aide informed him. Vex took a moment to collect himself before responding.
"Send them in." He turned to face the entrance as the doors slid open, revealing Commander Chen and two of her soldiers. Vex gestured for them to follow, as he led them to the observation deck overlooking the Sol system.
"I must confess, Commander, that my initial observations of your people were...troubling," Vex began. "The level of advancement seen was beyond any records or expectations. It is clear humanity has achieved remarkable success in a short period of time."
Chen regarded him cooly. "And what conclusions have you drawn, Admiral?"
Vex met her steady gaze. " Your species may pose a threat to galactic stability. However, after further analysis, I believe cooperation may be beneficial to all of us." He paused. "You must understand how...surprising this was for my people."
Chen considered this. "While strength ensures our survival, we seek peaceful relations. If the Empire approaches us as peacefully, there need not be conflict. But make no mistake, we will defend ourselves by any means if threatened."
Vex nodded slowly. "A message I will convey. Progress requires understanding between our people. I believe much can be gained through open exchange and trust."
Vex made his decision. "Helm, plot a course back to the empire border at maximum speed. Send a priority alert to Command, humanity is more advanced than any records indicate, and may pose an existential threat. We must convene the Council at once."
The journey back was spent in uneasy silence. Vex stayed glued to sensor displays, half expecting the Terran warship to give chase. But it remained in high orbit, no doubt monitoring the Korath's retreat.
Upon arriving, Vex was summoned immediately to the Council chambers. He recounted all that had been observed, dreading their reaction. Murmurs of alarm broke out, as holograms showed the size and power of human ships, and weapons.
"How can a species achieve such a drastic technological leap, in a so short time?" One councilor demanded. Vex had no answers, only more questions.
When the panic subsided, Grand Admiral Kaar spoke. "Clearly these Terrans pose a grave danger if left unchecked. Vex, you will return to Sol system covertly at once, try to discover the source of their advancement, and determine if we can make sense of their technology. As Vex ship departed he wondered, how would second contact end, if he is discovered. Either way, Empire has decided and he must obey.
Supreme Admiral Vex pored over star maps, in his quarters aboard the Korath, calculating routes that would covertly bring them back within range of the Sol system. His original plan had been, to make peaceful diplomatic contact, yet after witnessing humanity's military prowess, council has decided on covert operation.
Captain Sadir entered and approached hesitantly. "Admiral, the navigational simulations are complete. There is a gravitational anomaly near the system's outer edge, that could conceal our entry, if precise calculations are made."
Vex examined the proposed route. "It seems our best option. Set a course and engage at maximum safe speed. Alert me the moment we exit." Sadir saluted and departed to relay orders.
Days passed as the Korath crept through the void, buffeted by turbulent currents as they neared the anomaly. Vex felt his stomach twist, half expecting to drop out of speed within range of those Terran sensing nets. But their journey went without incident, bursting from the anomaly clouds undetected.
At first, all seemed normal as Vex scanned local space from his station. Then he noticed it, the barest trace energy reading rapidly expanding, originating from the anomaly itself. "Explain!" He barked, alarmed.
"I-I'm sorry Admiral, our entry point must have triggered proximity sensors somehow," a technician stuttered. "That trace...it's moving to intercept us at maximum sublight speed already!"
Vex stared in disbelief at the viewscreen. A brilliant pinprick of light had emerged from the planet, rapidly growing larger as it closed the distance at frightening velocity. His heart sank. "Battle stations! Shields to maximum, charge all projector banks!"
Alarms shrieked as the Terran vessel bore down on them, easily five times the Korath's size. Vex watched helplessly as its silvery hull pivoted, hundreds of gunports sliding open to reveal gleaming barrels. "Admiral, weapons are powering up, that ship will be in optimal firing range within minutes!"
His ship shuddered under the first volley, energy shearing through weakened shields. Secondary explosions ripped through decks below, as systems shorted out one by one, from each precise hit. "Shields collapsing, engines offline! They're hailing us sir!"
Steeling himself, Vex turned to the viewscreen expecting to see a Terran commander demanding surrender. Instead, a feminine synthetic voice spoke calmly. "Unidentified vessel, power down all systems and prepare to be tractored. Any aggression will result in your destruction."
Within hours, the Korath had been thoroughly disabled and boarded, human repair teams working faster than Vex believed possible. He could only marvel, as they towed the wounded cruiser, into high orbit of Earth, where an immense orbital shipyard bustled with work on vessels just as massive.
Vex was escorted to a landing zone where military officers awaited. A stern looking man in a crisp uniform stepped forward. "I am Commander Holden of United Earth Defense Forces. You will explain why you entered our territory unannounced, Admiral Vex."
Struggling to find words, Vex rambled out their mission, as dispassionately as possible. Holden listened without expression before gesturing to his escort. "You are our guests now, But know that any threat, will be met with overwhelming force, as you have witnessed today."
With that, Vex was transported to Earth itself, catching glimpses out viewports of sprawling cities glittering below powerful energy shields. He realized with a chill that despite his status, here he was truly at the mercy of humans, and their incomprehensibly advanced civilization. Cooperation, would be the Empire's only hope, of escaping this imminent threat unscathed.

Supreme Admiral Vex stared intently at the holo-display in front of him, blinking in disbelief at what the sensor readings were indicating. The small blue world designated Sol by its inhabitants, was buzzing with activity that seemed impossible.
Powerful energy signatures radiated from weapons emplacements, scattered across the planet surface, far surpassing the type of directed energy armaments even the Krell empire had mastered. Swarms of orbital shipyards, held frame after frame of colossal starships taking shape, the largest stretching over 30 kilometers in length.
"Run the scans again," Vex growled at the sensor operator. "There must be some mistake." But as the data refreshed, it showed no changes, humanity appeared to have grasped technologies centuries ahead of their time.
Vex could sense the unease spreading through his crew, on the bridge of the cruiser Korath. Hushed whispers questioned, how a species could possibly achieve such advancement so fast. It went against everything they knew about the natural order, of technological progression.
Below, Commander Sadir approached Vex hesitantly. "Admiral, long range scanners have detected unusual energy signatures forming in orbit of the third planet. I believe...one of their starships may be deploying."
Steeling himself, Vex turned to the main viewscreen just as a burst of intense light erupted from one of the orbital shipyards. Shielding his eyes, he watched in awestruck horror as an immense vessel began to unfold, its armor plating extending layer by layer like some colossal metal flower. When the awakening was complete, a full kilometer had been added to its Length.
"30 kilometers," a sensor operator reported weakly. "Armor suggests offensive and defensive capabilities, beyond our own Battleship class. Its weaponry..." She trailed off, overwhelmed by the readings.
Admiral Vex stood on the bridge of his flagship, the Korath, lost in thought as images from his encounter with humanity played out in his mind. He was startled from his reverie by the chirp of his comm system.
"Admiral, the Terran delegation has arrived and is requesting an audience," his aide informed him. Vex took a moment to collect himself before responding.
"Send them in." He turned to face the entrance as the doors slid open, revealing Commander Chen and two of her soldiers. Vex gestured for them to follow, as he led them to the observation deck overlooking the Sol system.
"I must confess, Commander, that my initial observations of your people were...troubling," Vex began. "The level of advancement seen was beyond any records or expectations. It is clear humanity has achieved remarkable success in a short period of time."
Chen regarded him cooly. "And what conclusions have you drawn, Admiral?"
Vex met her steady gaze. " Your species may pose a threat to galactic stability. However, after further analysis, I believe cooperation may be beneficial to all of us." He paused. "You must understand how...surprising this was for my people."
Chen considered this. "While strength ensures our survival, we seek peaceful relations. If the Empire approaches us as peacefully, there need not be conflict. But make no mistake, we will defend ourselves by any means if threatened."
Vex nodded slowly. "A message I will convey. Progress requires understanding between our people. I believe much can be gained through open exchange and trust."
Vex made his decision. "Helm, plot a course back to the empire border at maximum speed. Send a priority alert to Command, humanity is more advanced than any records indicate, and may pose an existential threat. We must convene the Council at once."
The journey back was spent in uneasy silence. Vex stayed glued to sensor displays, half expecting the Terran warship to give chase. But it remained in high orbit, no doubt monitoring the Korath's retreat.
Upon arriving, Vex was summoned immediately to the Council chambers. He recounted all that had been observed, dreading their reaction. Murmurs of alarm broke out, as holograms showed the size and power of human ships, and weapons.
"How can a species achieve such a drastic technological leap, in a so short time?" One councilor demanded. Vex had no answers, only more questions.
When the panic subsided, Grand Admiral Kaar spoke. "Clearly these Terrans pose a grave danger if left unchecked. Vex, you will return to Sol system covertly at once, try to discover the source of their advancement, and determine if we can make sense of their technology. As Vex ship departed he wondered, how would second contact end, if he is discovered. Either way, Empire has decided and he must obey.
Supreme Admiral Vex pored over star maps, in his quarters aboard the Korath, calculating routes that would covertly bring them back within range of the Sol system. His original plan had been, to make peaceful diplomatic contact, yet after witnessing humanity's military prowess, council has decided on covert operation.
Captain Sadir entered and approached hesitantly. "Admiral, the navigational simulations are complete. There is a gravitational anomaly near the system's outer edge, that could conceal our entry, if precise calculations are made."
Vex examined the proposed route. "It seems our best option. Set a course and engage at maximum safe speed. Alert me the moment we exit." Sadir saluted and departed to relay orders.
Days passed as the Korath crept through the void, buffeted by turbulent currents as they neared the anomaly. Vex felt his stomach twist, half expecting to drop out of speed within range of those Terran sensing nets. But their journey went without incident, bursting from the anomaly clouds undetected.
At first, all seemed normal as Vex scanned local space from his station. Then he noticed it, the barest trace energy reading rapidly expanding, originating from the anomaly itself. "Explain!" He barked, alarmed.
"I-I'm sorry Admiral, our entry point must have triggered proximity sensors somehow," a technician stuttered. "That trace...it's moving to intercept us at maximum sublight speed already!"
Vex stared in disbelief at the viewscreen. A brilliant pinprick of light had emerged from the planet, rapidly growing larger as it closed the distance at frightening velocity. His heart sank. "Battle stations! Shields to maximum, charge all projector banks!"
Alarms shrieked as the Terran vessel bore down on them, easily five times the Korath's size. Vex watched helplessly as its silvery hull pivoted, hundreds of gunports sliding open to reveal gleaming barrels. "Admiral, weapons are powering up, that ship will be in optimal firing range within minutes!"
His ship shuddered under the first volley, energy shearing through weakened shields. Secondary explosions ripped through decks below, as systems shorted out one by one, from each precise hit. "Shields collapsing, engines offline! They're hailing us sir!"
Steeling himself, Vex turned to the viewscreen expecting to see a Terran commander demanding surrender. Instead, a feminine synthetic voice spoke calmly. "Unidentified vessel, power down all systems and prepare to be tractored. Any aggression will result in your destruction."
Within hours, the Korath had been thoroughly disabled and boarded, human repair teams working faster than Vex believed possible. He could only marvel, as they towed the wounded cruiser, into high orbit of Earth, where an immense orbital shipyard bustled with work on vessels just as massive.
Vex was escorted to a landing zone where military officers awaited. A stern looking man in a crisp uniform stepped forward. "I am Commander Holden of United Earth Defense Forces. You will explain why you entered our territory unannounced, Admiral Vex."
Struggling to find words, Vex rambled out their mission, as dispassionately as possible. Holden listened without expression before gesturing to his escort. "You are our guests now, But know that any threat, will be met with overwhelming force, as you have witnessed today."
With that, Vex was transported to Earth itself, catching glimpses out viewports of sprawling cities glittering below powerful energy shields. He realized with a chill that despite his status, here he was truly at the mercy of humans, and their incomprehensibly advanced civilization. Cooperation, would be the Empire's only hope, of escaping this imminent threat unscathed.

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Howdy all! I am so excited to have discovered this subreddit! Hoping I get lucky with someone kind hearted who can help!
I am pretty flexible on the amount, ideally I would love 8k to be able to consolidate all my debts however right now even just some money will do.
Situation: I was unemployed. Started borrowing money here and there over 2 years from family and friends. Got in to a terrible cycle of giving someone my whole pay check to pay them off, then having to borrow more to get by until I was paid next (government pension), then doing the same thing. I owe people between $600-$3000 dollars. I also have 3 “little” pay day loans taking money out my account each week (have gotten them a few times and always paid off). The people I owe money to want weekly amounts like $200, $300, $100 etc so by the time I’ve paid them all I have nothing and end up borrowing AGAIN. I’m looking to just end all this by consolidating my loans: for example it’ll be cheaper to pay someone here $250-300 a week (more than a bank loan even) than 4 people that amount.
I’ve never been bankrupt or not paid a loan etc. I have successfully paid off a $3040 debt by the due date. Never been late!
About me: Currently employed in a secure job as a dental practitioner (oral health therapist). Right now the books are slow due to 2 dentists leaving but I’m still making at minimum $600 a week, obviously usually more.
I’m 26, live at home with family.
Besides rent ($100 a week) and petrol and medications I have no real expenses so I’m not worried about not being able to afford this loan.
You can choose the interest — I would seriously be happy to pay an extra few thousand just to consolidate all these now. I need the peace of mind. I am sick of living pay check to pay check and having $0 in my account after paying everyone and then borrowing more or taking out stupid payday loans which just cause more stress.
In Australia if I were to lose my job I would be able to go on the pension and get $600 a fortnight so I will always have an income. However dental jobs are easy to come by now due to covid vaccine requirements and like I said my job is stable, I love my job.
I am happy to provide every single detail needed: address, photo ID, employment details and boss contact details, have my friend vouch for me that I am trustworthy and have repaid loans on time etc. Also I would get a statutory declaration from the police station with the conditions of our agreement and have it signed and authorised by a police officer. You can have all my social media etc etc I am not worried about not being able to repay it so can give any details you want!
I am able to be flexible if you want to charge me more or need it paid back by a specific date. Ultimately $100-$500 a week would be best for me, but I guess $250-$300 would be the standard.
Please please please if you can help me, I would appreciate it so much.
I am never ever ever borrowing money off people again!
Also: I am ineligible for bank loans/credit card. The reason for this is because my job is too new and I’m not a permanent employee on the books (despite having set hours etc guaranteed work they just have me as casual). Banks have said I can wait 6 months to apply but I’m also worried I may have killed my credit applying for too many crappy pay day loans and getting rejected while unemployed. So yeah that’s why I have turned to here! I am desperate and will pay $$$ interest!!!
Thank you for reading.
Also if someone is able to do say a smaller loan that would be good to however because I owe someone $600 on Monday and I have these 3 small loans (totally $1000 if I were to pay them out early) it’ll be smaller payments like $50 a week due to me still owing everyone money. But once I’ve gotten those out the way could pay off quickly in one pay cycle (weekly).
Any help at all is appreciated! Thank you!!!

Our neighbor is accusing my husband of stalking and harassing him and his kids.
There is only a chain link fence separating our property from our neighbor’s property. My neighbor has a pool. My neighbor claims that my husband only goes outside to work on our yard when his kids are swimming so that he can see them in their swimsuits. My neighbor also claims that my husband yells racial slurs at him. None of this is true.
My husband has a typical work schedule with weekends off so he takes care of our yard on the weekends. The weekends are also the time when our neighbors happen to be outside using their pool.
There are several police reports. We’ve downloaded all of our security camera footage from the dates of the reports that show my husband simply mowing and caring for our yard. No charges have been filed that I know of. I know about the police reports because we’ve noticed the police are frequently next door and I mentioned it to someone who told me I could file a request to find out why.
We were initially friendly with the neighbor until there became a point where his music and parties were excessively noisy. We spoke to him several times in person and on the phone about it before filing a noise complaint with the police.
The neighbor then erected a tall privacy fence which is not allowed in our neighborhood due to our houses being waterfront. The property owners’ association worked with my neighbor to have the fence removed, but my neighbor refused to comply and a judgement was issued against him. The fence was eventually taken down.
My neighbor was extremely upset and threatened to kill our family on several occasions. We had proof of this and filed a police report and complaint and our county’s prosecuting attorney sent our neighbor a letter stating, “THIS OFFICE ADVISES YOU TO CEASE THIS BEHAVIOR AND HAVE NO FURTHER CONTACT WITH (our names). Communication includes but is not limited to: calling, voicemails, texting, emailing, any form of social media, letters, or any form of communication through a third party.”
I believe that this current situation is a form of retaliation for everything that has occurred to this point.
Is there anything we should do? Let it go since charges haven’t been filed? Lawyer up? Is filing false police reports a crime? Do we notify the prosecuting attorney? Do the police reports violate the wording in the letter? Thank you!

So last night, on her way back from Wharf Chambers, my girlfriend was on call with me while walking home and then had her phone snatched out of her hand mid-call and then they proceed to run off with it. They were two young black men (approximately 17-20). We've been up all night since then trying to sort the situation out. Since we have Findmyphone we quite literally know where the address of the robbers is. But the police said they are unable to do anything due to lack of warrant and lack of importance.
We tried getting in touch with the police initially, but were delayed since the only operational police station was miles away. The landline options were pretty useless as well. After getting in touch with an officer through online chat today, and even after going to the police station, we found out that pretty much nothing can be done, and the earliest action would be filing a report on Tuesday, by which point the phone would likely be gone.
I do understand why its low priority, but the fact that these crimes are dismissed completely is what incentivizes people to do them more often. Shoplifting and muggings have soared in the country. And it happened in city centre too.
A few pointers on why the phone so important:

• Contains extremely important items only available in the phone, not accessible elsewhere. My girlfriend is diagnosed with CPTSD so not having access to the majority of this is very anxiety inducing for her.
• Important bank information which is not accessible through online banking either. Her rent is due soon and her phone is the only device that has access to her card currently (her card has now been suspended)/is not able to pay the rent via the account and it could be a while before she receives a new one and has access to online banking.
• Contains very important contacts not saved elswhere

We need to get the phone back ASAP, however, with the rate at which the police act its likely going to be gone by then. The only thing we can think of is to directly go to the house where the phone was last tracked to negotiate, since we know the address, but that could end very badly since it could be a drug/gang house
(its a very shady area and the individual that seems to be associated with the company that owns the property is very shady himself, he has been with 6 dissolved companies in the past few years, and could likely be involved in money laundering. In fact, he is listed as the director, secretary, AND salesperson of this company. definitely some shady business going on here)
Considering that we know the last updated address of the phone, is there anything else that can be done?