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2024.05.29 01:12 CLAUSMOTHER3 Saw an Ad on YouTube so I did this With it, Older woman They say...
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2024.05.29 00:47 Feeling_Custard_2694 When did you know you were Trans? What was the catalyst?
Kind of embarrassing, but I discovered I was Trans on YouTube.
I had a little voice in my head asking if I was for maybe 20 years.
I was crossdressing in private and finding admirers who wanted that from me.
I started watching Trans channels and listening all too intently on their stories.
I have the same story, over and over again, with different YouTube presenters.
Little differences but the same major steps were the same.
I just fought it, because I wasn’t ready to accept that of myself.
To me, it seems the hardest path one can choose.
Outside of harmful predatory fixations, no other sexuality reveal has the same consequences.
"I'm a woman and want to live as one" is the most outrageous fantasy a man can blurt out!
But how do you deny the truth when its right in front of you?
When denial is eating you alive?
That's when I knew... maybe my story will be an affirmation for some of you.
Tell me, what was your defining moment?
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I had a little voice in my head asking if I was for maybe 20 years.
I was crossdressing in private and finding admirers who wanted that from me.
I started watching Trans channels and listening all too intently on their stories.
I have the same story, over and over again, with different YouTube presenters.
Little differences but the same major steps were the same.
I just fought it, because I wasn’t ready to accept that of myself.
To me, it seems the hardest path one can choose.
Outside of harmful predatory fixations, no other sexuality reveal has the same consequences.
"I'm a woman and want to live as one" is the most outrageous fantasy a man can blurt out!
But how do you deny the truth when its right in front of you?
When denial is eating you alive?
That's when I knew... maybe my story will be an affirmation for some of you.
Tell me, what was your defining moment?
2024.05.29 00:29 Bruhsader I don't think Destiny's criticism of Jordan Peterson's inability to answer simple questions is fair given his own recent takes
In the recent video, the Intro claims "The whole point of language is to make things understood to other minds". Divorcelli reacts to Peterson asking "What does that mean?" when he's asked "Did the Jewish Exodus factually happen?". I think there are two reasons why Destiny's response here is inappropriate.
First, I need to talk about the Hodge Twins interview.
YouTube told me to rewatch and video where a past Destiny talked with Sargon about what a woman is, presumably because that topic also came up in the conversation with the Hodge twins. In the older discussion, Sargon was trying to argue that there was a reason why "woman" ought to be defined via biological sex. I don't agree with that take because definitions are just pairings between phrases/expressions and concepts, and there are no rules for that. However, this argument goes both ways. There is nothing that tells us that we "ought" to define "male" or "female" by gender as opposed to sex. So when the Hodge Twins asked Destiny how he defines "woman", I would steelman them and say that the real underlying questions are:
The answer I would expect Destiny to give would be "The new definition is that we took the old definition and substituted sex for gender identity to make trans people feel better". This is how he handled this instead:
Q: What is a woman to you?
A: Fuck, that's a real complicated question. That's an insanely fucking complicated question. [...] Okay. In philosophy there's a thing called a qualia. Okay? So what is it like to experience something, Okay? Behind you is a red curtain. If you've never seen the color red before and I say, you know, "There's a red curtain behind you", I can never actually express what that qualia is to you. You're not gonna know what that qualia is to yourself, right? So, there are things that we experience and when we have two brains I can't actually ever, I can never send you an idea. I can't do it, IT'S IMPOSSIBLE! cause our brains are separate. So what I do is that I speak a word and when I say something I HOPE that you have an experience that maps onto that. So when I say like, oh, this blanket is really SOFT, you might think "soft" in like a dog or a kitty cat or a pillow - you've got like other experiences to map onto, right? For all of the language that we use when we say words, there's a whole bunch of associated concepts that like POP UP when we say those words. Now, they might not map CLEANLY onto some universal Platonistic form of a thing, so for instances when I say "table" and I tell you to define a "table", you can never give me a definition that encompasses all tables and excludes all things that aren't tables, right? Do they always have four legs, (does this one have four legs, does it have one?), is it something you can sit on or not, like it's really complicated. So when you say like "So what is, like, a woman?" Well when you say "woman", depending on the context it lights up a whole bunch of concepts, so "woman", they tend to dress a certain way, they tend to have certain hair, they tend to exhibit like certain characteristics, they tend to have certain body parts, (unintelligible), so a "woman" it really kinda depends on the circumstance. [...]
Let me be honest, I didn't really expect a great answer. But I hate pretty much everything about this, and it's not just the fact that it's an excuse for a non-answer, the explanation Destiny provides to excuse himself is pretty damn poor.
Now let me get back to my first problem: how the fuck is this different from what he's accusing Peterson of doing?
Second, Peterson is actually capable of answering the question. If you just read all that, it was a trick to make you forget the rest of the interview. At 4:04 in the reaction video, Kermit actually commits to a clear stance on the historicity: the Jewish Exodus probably did happen as a literal, phyiscally observeable thing. Being a proud black [undefined], Destiny still almost does a spit take before pondering the archaeological evidence, but that doesn't change the fact that the guy he accuses of going with the "What does it MEEEEAAAN?"-excuse literally took a clear stance 2 minutes into the Alex O'Connor interview, which is apparently more than people can expect when they interview Mr. Bonifaci.
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First, I need to talk about the Hodge Twins interview.
YouTube told me to rewatch and video where a past Destiny talked with Sargon about what a woman is, presumably because that topic also came up in the conversation with the Hodge twins. In the older discussion, Sargon was trying to argue that there was a reason why "woman" ought to be defined via biological sex. I don't agree with that take because definitions are just pairings between phrases/expressions and concepts, and there are no rules for that. However, this argument goes both ways. There is nothing that tells us that we "ought" to define "male" or "female" by gender as opposed to sex. So when the Hodge Twins asked Destiny how he defines "woman", I would steelman them and say that the real underlying questions are:
- The "man"/"woman"- or "male"/"female"-distinction have always been a matter of biological sex. That definition works, and no other definition comes to mind. You seem to have a different definition, what is it?
- Suppose you told me your definition, then we have two definitions. Let's call these the "old" and "new" definition. Your side of the political spectrum seems to say that everybody ought to use the new definition because everybody who uses the old definition is a bigot who hates trans people. Why should I throw away the old definition that I understand and has always served me well, and does the new definition even make sense to the point where I even understand it?
The answer I would expect Destiny to give would be "The new definition is that we took the old definition and substituted sex for gender identity to make trans people feel better". This is how he handled this instead:
Q: What is a woman to you?
A: Fuck, that's a real complicated question. That's an insanely fucking complicated question. [...] Okay. In philosophy there's a thing called a qualia. Okay? So what is it like to experience something, Okay? Behind you is a red curtain. If you've never seen the color red before and I say, you know, "There's a red curtain behind you", I can never actually express what that qualia is to you. You're not gonna know what that qualia is to yourself, right? So, there are things that we experience and when we have two brains I can't actually ever, I can never send you an idea. I can't do it, IT'S IMPOSSIBLE! cause our brains are separate. So what I do is that I speak a word and when I say something I HOPE that you have an experience that maps onto that. So when I say like, oh, this blanket is really SOFT, you might think "soft" in like a dog or a kitty cat or a pillow - you've got like other experiences to map onto, right? For all of the language that we use when we say words, there's a whole bunch of associated concepts that like POP UP when we say those words. Now, they might not map CLEANLY onto some universal Platonistic form of a thing, so for instances when I say "table" and I tell you to define a "table", you can never give me a definition that encompasses all tables and excludes all things that aren't tables, right? Do they always have four legs, (does this one have four legs, does it have one?), is it something you can sit on or not, like it's really complicated. So when you say like "So what is, like, a woman?" Well when you say "woman", depending on the context it lights up a whole bunch of concepts, so "woman", they tend to dress a certain way, they tend to have certain hair, they tend to exhibit like certain characteristics, they tend to have certain body parts, (unintelligible), so a "woman" it really kinda depends on the circumstance. [...]
Let me be honest, I didn't really expect a great answer. But I hate pretty much everything about this, and it's not just the fact that it's an excuse for a non-answer, the explanation Destiny provides to excuse himself is pretty damn poor.
- Qualia are a red herring. It's true that when we use an expression to communicate a concept, the listener will have subjective associations with that phrase that might stray from the concept. But qualia are about subjective qualitative experiences, not subjective associations. The problem of how we avoid misleading people by having them hang onto subjective associations is a very different problem than giving someone the knowledge of what it's like to experience seeing the color red without having them see the color red. It's frankly insulting to start out like this because it sounds like "Explaining to you what it means to be a woman is basically impossible, I might as well try to make a blind person understand what it's like to see the color red", or even "You have to be a woman to know what it's like to be a woman, and you have to know what it's like to be a woman to know what it means to be a woman". Depending on the speaker, I might even say that the person who gave this answer only name-dropped qualia to sound smarter in their attempt to cover up their own inability to answer a really fucking basic question. Also, there was an earlier point in the interview where Destiny said that one day he decided to seek the qualia of sucking dick, which perfectly illustrates that understanding a concept can come before the corresponding qualia. They are not key to all information, knowledge, or understanding.
- You can't just assert that it's impossible to give a definition of "table" and expect it not be challenged, especially when your justification rests on the assertion that any such definition would be referenced against the set of tables and non-tables and checked for incongruence. If there is such a reference-set then it defines tables by extension, and if there is no intensional definition then there is no reference-set. This argument is literally self-defeating. The steelman on what Destiny was thinking here would be to say that different people will have different definitions, but that doesn't mean that Destiny can't operate by adhering to a definition. And that's what this question was ultimately about, how Destiny defines it. If I went around, defining "woman" as a "strange person, lying in ponds, distributing swords as a basis for a system of government in British legends", they'd put me away, but it would actually answer the question.
- While people have their own subjective associations, the point of a definition is to delineate which associations apply and which ones don't, and exploring them should be seen as a means to a shared understanding. If Plato defines "a human" as "a featherless biped", and Diogenes associates "a featherless biped" with a plucked chicken, then that's a perfect opportunity for Plato to either add "with flat broad nails" to his definition as an act of refinement, or to admit that plucked chickens are technically human. When Destiny says that people associate a "woman" with clothing, hair, exhibiting characteristics, body parts, etc. that all literally just misses the point of what a definition is. If anyone actually said that clothing or hair were literally defining traits of what it means to be a woman, we would look down on them. In reality, all reasonable people would agree that there are primary defining traits, secondary traits that are strongly associated with the primary traits, tertiary traits that are more loosely connected, any so on. Biologically, a woman is an adult human female and people have begun to operator under a sociological definition where biological sex is replaced with the feminine gender. I doubt even a single person on this subreddit actually goes through their live with a "Definitions are about subjective association"-attitude, unless they are doing to farm views with tiktok ragebait.
Now let me get back to my first problem: how the fuck is this different from what he's accusing Peterson of doing?
Second, Peterson is actually capable of answering the question. If you just read all that, it was a trick to make you forget the rest of the interview. At 4:04 in the reaction video, Kermit actually commits to a clear stance on the historicity: the Jewish Exodus probably did happen as a literal, phyiscally observeable thing. Being a proud black [undefined], Destiny still almost does a spit take before pondering the archaeological evidence, but that doesn't change the fact that the guy he accuses of going with the "What does it MEEEEAAAN?"-excuse literally took a clear stance 2 minutes into the Alex O'Connor interview, which is apparently more than people can expect when they interview Mr. Bonifaci.
2024.05.29 00:12 Lanzen_Jars A job for a deathworlder [Chapter 169]
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Chapter 169 – A moment of truth. A moment to lie.
Shida exhaled slowly as she flew in a parallel line along the massive, slowly rotating hull of the Sun. The near true-black surface of the enormous ship loomed ominously next to her, tricking her brain into the impression that it was somehow trying to pull her tiny little hunter into it like a black hole or some shadowy portal. Though obviously, that was just a literal trick of the light.
Activating her frontal thrusters yet again to slow the momentum of her flight, she just barely noticed the movement on the hull next to her as something adjusted to the now slowing movement of her cargo. A moment later, a harpoon much like the one she herself had fired into the lump of molten material that had solidified around the still dutifully pinging black box shot against the precious debris, latching onto it and connecting it to the larger ship.
With the press of a button, Shida's own harpoon then automatically shot off its tip before her hunter reeled in the connecting cable as well as the remaining rod. Almost as soon as she was detached, the Sun's harpoon already began to reel the black box lump in as well.
It admittedly took a bit of time and finesse, but this process was still much easier than trying to somehow land with the barely controllable lump of hull-slag still attached to her ship.
Rubbing a hand over one of her hears, Shida released a mild huff before then firing her engines up again as she adjusted her course to fly around the ship and find her way into the dock.
Once the slightly precarious maneuver of flying through the relatively narrow, rotating tunnel that was her entrance was overcome, the feline turned her hunter onto 'life support' mode as she sat back, since she would have to wait for the atmosphere in the dock to be reinstated before she could even think about getting out.
Suddenly, a comm came in for her, making her ears twitch as she listened up.
“Please move your ship to the corner of the dock and stand by, Lieutenant-Commander,” the voice from her radio informed her briefly. “The dock will be needed for the landing of an urgent shuttle. Atmosphere cannot be reinstated before it has landed.”
Blinking slightly, Shida stared at her console for a moment. Shuttle? Why was there shuttle flying around in a situation like this?
Luckily, it didn't even take a full second before her brain fired up again and she quickly reached for the button to activate her own microphone.
“Copy that,” she said before quickly starting her ship up again, just enough so that she could slowly roll it into the dock's corner. Once there, she activated her microphone again. “Standing by,” she announced before leaning back once again.
She released a long exhale as she stared at the wall that was now right in front of her. And as she sat there with nothing to do but to think while she was surrounded by an airless room, she slowly began to feel that something was wrong.
Not with the situation, no. Even if she still wondered why the hell a shuttle was dicking around out there just after an active combat situation, that wasn't what was irking her. Though, admittedly, she also didn't really know what was. Was it something about herself? Not really. She felt fine.
Though, after a few more moments of being alone with her thoughts, it slowly began to hit her. Why did she feel so fine?
Not that she had expected to be totally broken up by a combat situation, even if it was sudden. She was trained for that much, she sure would hope that she wouldn't let it get to her too much. However, while not being too stressed out was one thing...why wasn't she angrier?
The last few times she had so much as heard about an attack, she had been absolutely livid. Blood-boilingly so. And that didn't even come close to how she had felt when she saw the victims of the attack on the detention center...
But now? She was calm. They had just been attacked out of nowhere. She had been dragged into a sudden battle. So many people, both foe and friend, had died today. And she was sad about that. She felt the remorse about the people who had been killed here. She even felt the aftereffects of pulling the trigger herself down in her stomach. But apart from that? Nothing.
What was different now? Where was that fire? And more importantly...was it good or bad that it was so suddenly gone?
Prooobably something to bring up with Dr. Nasution once she got an opportunity to attend her next session, which would probably be quite soon given current circumstances. It had been a while with everything that was going on, but she figured there was at least a good chance that their 'pleasure cruise' would not be continuing after everything that had occurred.
It seemed that the coreworlds were even more hostile ground than they had imagined.
About a quarter of an hour later, the announced shuttle had finally settled down and all hatches were sealed shut while air was slowly funneled back into the room. It took maybe a minute or two more before a specialized sensor in her ship informed her with a glowing light on her console that the surroundings were once again breathable, meaning she could safely open her hatch.
Pressing the corresponding button, the hatch of her ship sprang open, releasing a slight hiss as the seal was broken and air-exchange with the outside took place for the first time since she had closed it.
Once it was open, Shida could already hear some commotion as a large group of people came immediately flooding into the room as soon as it was safe to do so, and once she had climbed out onto the wing of her ship, she could see that they had come bearing large bags as they hurried towards the shuttle, which was currently in the process of lowering its ramp.
Resisting her urge to stand and stare to see what was going on, Shida climbed off the wing in order to go and properly announce her return.
However, almost as soon as her feet made contact with the dock's floor, she suddenly felt how she was almost taken off her feet by another body crashing into hers, startling her so much that her claws were already coming out as her arms raised to meet her sudden tackler – though a combination of a familiar scent and breathing luckily soothed her nerves long before her aware mind could catch up to who had run into her there.
Instead of sinking their claws in, her hand laid flatly down on James' broad back as her arms wrapped around him to return his sudden hug. As she held him, she could feel that he was quite unsteady on his feet, and she subtly supported him to not loose his footing as they embraced for a long moment.
A bit of a purr started up in her chest as she leaned her head against his. She didn't say anything, worrying that it may come off as mockery if she did, but she could feel that he had been worried about her. And although she obviously didn't like making him worry – especially since she knew how much that stung after having to worry about him way too often recently - she still couldn't deny that she always appreciated getting to feel just how much he cared about her so directly, and a warm feeling spread throughout her as her purr intensified.
Though admittedly, she could've done without the firm kiss he pressed onto her cheek after a moment. Still, she knew that it was an important expression of his care to him, and so she simply closed her eye on the kissed side and endured it for a moment before he finally pulled away.
Looking at his reddened face, she could read right off it that he wanted to say something like 'Don't ever do that again' or anything in that vein, but obviously he also knew that she was just doing her duty, and so he held his tongue.
His mouth opened a bit, presumably to say something else, however the chaotic and from this distance slightly incoherent shouting of the group that had rushed in earlier now meeting with the crew of the shuttle interrupted him, catching both of their attentions as they looked over.
As they did, Shida's eyes widened slightly once she realized what the chaotic scene she was looking at there really was. A stretcher carrying Admiral Krieger was wheeled down the shuttle's ramp, surrounded by medics and doctors working on her on all sides.
Her skin was a ghostly white, far more so than even her usual pale complexion, and fully on display as the remains of her uniform were under her in tattered, cut-open rags, leaving her almost entirely exposed except for her most private area and her right leg, which had been covered with a white sheet. Every other inch of her skin seemingly had to remain free as the medical personnel worked on it from all angles; sticking her with needles or attaching cables, tubes and electrodes to her as she was rolled along. Two blood bags were already dripping fresh life into her at that point, and by the look of things, a third one was soon to follow.
Still, the almost body-horror-esque sight of the doctors trying to preserve her life was by far not the most gruesome one the scene offered. That honor belonged to her uncovered left leg. Or at least...what was left of it...
Shida's ear twitched as her concentration on the scene was briefly interrupted by a soft voice speaking right next to her.
“Mama...” James mumbled aghast, causing Shida's eyes to widen slightly.
It was one of the few words from his native language that the feline actually knew. “Mom”. And hearing it out of James' mouth was an almost bizarre experience. James never called his mother mom or any similar term of endearment. In fact he made it a point not to.
Granted, in this case, it was unlikely that he had consciously made the choice to do it in this case, however the sheer fact that it would slip out of him like this spoke volumes of just how deeply the shock of seeing her in that state reached.
Not that Shida didn't understand, of course. Familial bonds or not, the Admiral was...well, of course they both knew that she wasn't untouchable by any measure. Far from it. She was just a person like anybody else in the end.
However, knowing that she could get hurt and actually seeing it were two very different things, apparently.
In the corner of her vision, she noticed how James suddenly began to move in the direction of the ongoing rescue, and she quickly jolted forwards to stop him, wrapping her arm around him firmly as she held him back from getting in the way of anything.
Luckily, apart from a brief push that only lasted for as long as it took him to realize that he had been stopped, he didn't resist her as she restrained him from approaching any further, and so the both of them just watched as the stretcher was rolled along and ultimately out of the dock.
“That was meant for me...” James mumbled, clearly thinking aloud as he kept staring at the door even after it had closed again.
Immediately, Shida pulled him in firmer, side-hugging him as she pressed her body up to his.
“She wouldn't have traded places with you if you tried to force her,” she assured him while pushing her face against his shoulder. She knew that the relationship of those two was rocky to say the least, however she still knew that much to be true. Whether she was the motherly type or not, if anything, the Admiral was just as stubborn as James was, especially when it came to duty.
James stood frozen for a bit, seemingly not exactly knowing what to do with his feelings in his current state. Shida could only imagine how much ethanol was still flowing through his veins at that time, mixed with a cocktail of all kinds of different hormones and endorphins. With all of this added back-and-forth stress, she couldn't blame him for struggling to hold onto a single thought at that time.
“Oh, James!” a new voice suddenly joined the fray, whipping both of their attentions around yet again as even more bodies emerged from the shuttle, having presumably stood back to make room while the rescue efforts were ongoing.
But now that the coast was clear, so to speak, two familiar large forms came lumbering down the shuttle's ramp.
Moar and Congloarch looked...rattled...to say the least. With Moar, it was understandable. She probably didn't have all too much experience of standing right next to a dying person as every thinkable thing was done to them to keep them alive, so Shida wouldn't have thought twice about it had it just been her.
However, the tonamstrosite was a...different story. His four eyes didn't scan the room or focus on different things at all. All four of them were pointed straight ahead with only very loose seeming focus on the people he was approaching as he walked.
His mouth hung slightly open, and he seemed to push his tongue out just a little bit while the fleshy muscle twitched up in place before settling down again, over and over, making it appear almost as if he was subtly retching.
James' stormy mind seemed to immediately latch onto the the possibility to focus on anything and went right along with a wave of his usual compassion as his eyes fell onto the to giants. This time, Shida didn't hold him back as he hurried in their direction.
“What in chaos' name happened?” he asked once he was just a few steps away from them, though even in his now focused and concerned state you could clearly tell from his gait that he wasn't quite all there.
“Oh James...” Moar repeated, struggling to speak as she shuddered in place where she stood, both of her clawed hands firmly hooked into her long fur as if clinging on for dear life.
Releasing a deep groan, Congloarch shook himself so heavily that a grinding sound came from some of the plates along his body.
“There was an attack,” the large reptile then said the quite obvious before shaking again. “There was...an invasion-” he kept describing before pausing abruptly, turning his head away as his tongue pushed itself up again, causing him to clearly struggle to suppress whatever urge overcame him at that moment.
Shida's ears and tail sank deeply as she watched those two. She could only imagine what could've occurred to have even Congloarch so broken up. And she could see it on James' face that his heart sank just as much, even if less outwards signs clearly showed it.
Slowly, Shida began to walk up to Moar at an even pace. As she did so, she gently nudged James in the direction of the other giant while passing him, knowing that he had the better relationship to the tonamstrosite out of the two of them.
Taking the hint without issue, James walked up to the enormous reptile and placed his hand on the highest part of the man he could reach while Shida leaned up against Moar's plushy leg comfortingly.
“It's alright,” James then said softly, patting his hand against Congloarch's armored skin gently while also leaning his face against the side of the giant's body. “You don't have to talk about it right now. You can take some time.”
The reactions of the two giants were very different, but at the same time equally appreciative of the soothing contact.
Moar leaned down as one of her hands unclenched from her fur to reach for Shida, reciprocating the gentle touch through an innate social drive. Seemingly on instinct, her hand went right for Shida's hair, seemingly seeking the contact with fur since that is what another rafulite would provide, and so the old lady simply petted through Shida's hair in gentle strokes while the feline pressed up against her.
Meanwhile, Congloarch seemed to simply relax in place as James leaned against him, making no effort to initiate any form of contact himself as his eyes slowly closed.
It even went so far that it seemed like he needed to put in a conscious effort to not lay down right then and there, which would've probably been inappropriate in the middle of a dock. In fact, all of this was probably inappropriate for this place, but sometimes what had to be done had to be done.
Still, with James being only somewhat in-commission right now, Shida eventually felt it to be her duty to coax everyone out of the dock once she felt that things had calmed down enough to move so they could continue this at a calmer, more private location, where the two giants could truly focus on processing everything that had happened.
–
A gentle humming filled the air, stirring her awake as light uncomfortably shone through her twitching lids while she struggled back and forth between a conscious and unconscious state.
Though once she finally pushed herself far enough into awareness to gain control over the motion and slowly forced her eyes fully open, even if she still had to squint heavily against the light from above, she glanced around through her blurry vision, instinctively searching for the source of the increasingly familiar sound of the hummed song.
She recognized the melody. It was the 'Ode to strange suns', a very old and very famous song that first emerged back in the early days of Earth's interstellar travel, when traversing light-years to reach another star-system was still a daunting endeavor. It was often sung by those in the primitive ships, often called 'tubes', to give them hope during their bleak journey. A melancholic song about giving up your life just to see what's out there – and one day push your people so far beyond what they had once been.
So far, they hadn't quite reached the lofty goal that the song set for humanity, since it spoke of mapping every star and finding eternity too short and infinity too small for their ambitions. According to the song, the day would come when 'no more strange suns rise'. What an idea that was...
Still, even more so than the song itself, she recognized the soft voice that was humming it, and her heart lifted at the implications of hearing it. She felt soft sheets rustling underneath her head as she slowly turned her face towards the sound, and the corners of her lips slowly lifted into a smile as her eyes, which were gently tearing from the harsh light biting into them so suddenly, fell onto the scene before her.
Nia sat slightly leaned against the headrest of her bed with her eyes closed, the room's white light gently playing over her dark yet soft features as she turned her face in the Admiral's direction while softly swaying her head to the rhythm of her humming, not moving it more than a centimeter with each tilt so her gentle dance wouldn't interfere too much with the work of James' hands. He sat behind her with both hands behind her back, gently holding her hair as he weaved it into long braids with practiced motions. There was a clear 'weakness' to Nia's movements, and the way she sat strongly indicated that she likely lacked the strength to completely hold herself up on her own.
And yet despite that, her humming was cheerful and content as she had her hair braided by her brother. She seemed...at peace.
After simply observing the scene for a few long moments, feeling like she could get lost in the sight if she wasn't careful, Admiral Krieger then tried to push herself up a bit, however the attempt was short-lived as a searing pain shot through her right shoulder as soon as she put any pressure onto that side of her body, forcing her to flop back down almost immediately. And as soon as she did, the pain quickly dissipated into a mellow numbness that was all too familiar to her.
She was on some strong painkillers, she could tell. Therefore, if it still hurt like that when she attempted to move, moving was probably a bad idea. Not that she couldn't have borne the pain if it was necessary, however the sight of her children like that told her that it very clearly wasn't. Whatever other challenges and battles the future may have had in store for them, this was a moment of peace, and she should use it for her recovery while she still could.
Meanwhile, her movement and brief hiss of pain had naturally not gone unnoticed. Once her eyes were no longer closed from the brief jolt of pain, she saw that Nia's eyes had now also opened. Her humming had stopped as the sweet girl's face lit up upon noticing that the Admiral was truly awake and had not just shifted around in her sleep.
“James!” she exclaimed, trying to move so suddenly that she accidentally pulled on her own hair that was still firmly in her brother's grasp, before he could react and adjust to her movements. Uncaring about the brief discomfort that surely caused, Nia excitedly lifted her hand to point at the Admiral, however James already had a knowing look on his face.
“I saw,” he replied, clearly far less focused on the braiding process than his demeanor would indicate from the outside. He quickly finished up the in-process braid between his fingers and fixated it with a small, golden, tube-shaped clasp before letting go of Nia's hair, thus allowing her to freely move her head around again.
Nia then looked over at her while James slowly stood up and moved to the corner of the room.
“How are you feeling, Sophia?” Nia asked in a gentle tone that did nothing to hide her happiness, her eyes gleaming slightly in the light as tears began to well up within them.
The Admiral released a long exhale as she settled into the sheets, though her eyes never left Nia's face – apart from a very brief moment of them following James to see where he was going. Nia looked slightly messy with her hair half-braided and the light-blue gown she wore all crumpled up, however just like her earlier humming, that messiness had a certain peace to it that allowed the Admiral to relax.
“Just how I look, I suspect,” she replied, the smile on her face returning. “I'm glad to see you awake again.”
“Hey, that's my line!” Nia jokingly complained with a mild chuckle that audibly got very close to shifting into a soft sob at one point.
At this point, James had returned from the corner of the room, walking up to the side of Nia's bed opposite to the one he had been sitting at previously. And with him, he had brought a large wheelchair.
Briefly, he turned his head towards his mother, the look on his face rather unreadable. For a moment, his mouth twitched, and it seemed like he wanted to say something. However ultimately, he pulled his gaze away again before anything was said.
Without complaint, Nia allowed her brother to lift her out of the bed and into the wheelchair, before he slowly pushed her over to the side of the Admiral's bed.
Almost immediately once she was within reach, Nia's hand found hers, holding it gently while James was once again on the move, this time towards a bedside-drawer that stood in between both of their beds.
Opening it, he briefly rummaged through it before pulling out an arrangement of small items, with which he then sat down next to the Admiral as well.
Leaning down, he gently reached for her face in a gesture that could've been mistaken for tenderness, had his fingers not reached to pull her lids open a bit with gentle force right before he shone a bright light directly into her eyes. Despite the uncomfortable nature of the action, Admiral Krieger didn't resist it in any way, physically or otherwise.
After he had ensured her pupils worked properly, James then gently grabbed her by her chin and moved her face around so that she looked straight 'ahead', which in this case meant right up to the ceiling while he got up a bit to loom over her.
“Aaaaaah,” he then ordered while holding a clear, plastic tongue-suppressor close to her mouth.
Following the order without hesitation, the Admiral opened her mouth widely, though she forewent the actual saying of 'aaah' in the process. Soon enough, her tongue was uncomfortably pushed down by the plastic item while she could see some light leaking out of her mouth in the corner of her vision.
After a brief moment of inspection, the pressure was already relieved and she could close her mouth again as James moved away from her, checking some of the monitors of devices that were attached to his mother in various ways.
The Admiral couldn't help but gently chuckle at the professionalism he clearly very deliberately employed as he dealt with her waking up. It was a nice act, however, she was smart enough to know that, since he didn't call anyone in to do it, he likely had asked to conduct these precautionary examinations himself instead of calling a doctor in for it, likely promising to call in someone more professional than himself should he find anything actually worrying.
But, based on his reactions, it seemed like everything was in working order. At least the vitals she could see on the monitors herself certainly were. Not exactly 'healthy', of course, but also not directly concerning for someone who had just gone through the wringer like she had.
Or, well...she didn't quite know how 'just' it had been. She was admittedly a bit too groggy to fully remember the exact date and time during which the attack leaving her injured had taken place, which meant even the clock on the wall was of very little help with determining just how long she had been out for.
“Do you feel anything strange?” James asked her, pulling her out of her thoughts. “Any pain? Nausea? Discomfort?”
Krieger shook her head.
“Nothing, apart from being high as a kite,” she replied before briefly glancing down at herself. Her body was almost completely covered by a white sheet, so she couldn't exactly see anything. However, she knew what was underneath. “Though I'm sure my leg would be in a lot of pain if I could actually feel it.”
In the corner of her vision, she both saw and felt Nia flinch as she was still holding her hand, her face darkening a little.
James' expression also seemed to turn more serious after her jokingly said words, betraying his usually not horrible pokerface.
Slowly, she released a long breath.
“It's gone, isn't it?” she suspected immediately. Not surprising after the state her leg had been in when she last saw it.
Nia's face just turned even more glum at that, however James sighed and nodded.
“Most of it, yes,” he replied honestly, knowing her well enough to cut any sort of bullshit. “Though you will be glad to hear that your usual 'precautions' worked without a hitch. Your body accepted the prosthesis and you should be able to walk again almost immediately.”
She smiled.
“I always told you, it pays to be prepared,” she said, lifting her unoccupied arm with a finger playfully raised in lecture. Though then, she moved her gaze over to Nia, reaching her already raised arm over to Nia's head and pulling her in a bit closer before gently caressing her cheek. “Come on, why the frown?” she asked, giving a gentle smile. “You heard what he said, I'll be good as new.”
A returning smile fought itself through Nia's tears at the caress, and she nodded meekly – before then suddenly throwing herself forwards, out of the wheelchair and onto the Admiral in a brazen embrace.
A sharp pain once again shot through the Admiral's shoulder as another body suddenly pressed down onto hers, however this time she did not care a single bit as she moved her arms around her daughter and gently petted along her back while Nia clearly did her absolute best to suppress the quiet sobs leaving her. Meanwhile James stood next to it all with a stoic expression, only his eyes betraying the obvious compassion he felt for his sister's happiness.
Once the embrace was enjoyed and a few soft words were exchanged, he aided Nia in getting back into the wheelchair wordlessly.
And the Admiral didn't need him to say anything. The mere fact that he had decided to be here told her more than enough – even if he would likely say that he was here to visit Nia when he would be asked about it.
A few moments later, the door to the room opened, with two new people entering in a visible hurry. Though, despite their haste, both Tuya and Shida froze when they fully processed the scene they had barged into, with neither of them seemingly knowing if they wanted to proceed or not.
Taking the decision off them, the Admiral lifted her hand and waved them closer.
“Come in,” she said invitingly, not at all opposed to their presence here. Not for nothing, she was more than happy with the partners that her children had found for themselves. She could hardly have wished for better ones.
Still seeming a bit hesitant, the First-Lieutenant and Lieutenant-Commander then continued their motion, even if much slower now.
James and Nia both had pretty unreadable expressions on their faces at this point as they watched their respective partners approach. They all exchanged a long gaze with each other, which clearly told her children something that she wasn't quite privy to yet.
James was finally the one to break the silence.
“What brilliant timing,” he sighed a bit as he turned around, quickly grabbing a remote from a nearby nightstand. With it, he turned up the volume of a running but up until now muted screen that the Admiral had only been tangentially aware of so far.
Though now that everyone's attention seemed to be pulled towards it, she didn't need to be a genius to realize that something important was being broadcast there. And so she got quiet and listened, her professional seriousness returning as he fought through her slightly hazy state to not miss a detail, especially so as she saw just who the cameras were pointed towards.
Leaving her enormous head to hang slightly, Apojinorana Audoxya Tua, High-Matriarch of the zodiatos and current Acting-Leader-Supreme of the G.C.S. had taken the stage behind what had to be a house-sized podium, even if it didn't appear like it on screen.
The Admiral suppressed any feelings she had towards that vile woman as she concentrated on listening to her words.
They had seemingly missed the beginning of the conference they were not tuning into, so hopefully they hadn't missed anything important.
“...firm the attack. One of the current Nahfmir-Durrehefren, previously known as Melvolhorron, used his command over several of our ships and the loyalty of crews that had been radicalized by the ongoing galactic tensions -both zodiatos and coluyvoree- to mount the attack. No outside influence on his actions from any third-party outside of the zodiatos territories has been indicated during the investigations. The black box that was discovered by the human forces and handed over to galactic investigations in full accordance to communal law and without any resistance brought some additional light to his motivations. Among the usual logs and data you would expect to find, it also contained a seemingly deliberately saved...letter of devotion to...none other than my own person. It seems that this...tragic event turned heinous crime was something that he saw as his best chance to advance his position to that of the true Durrehefren. He seemed to believe that my devotion and favor could be gained through a decisive strike against the humans, whom he believed I hated deeply – along with all other deathworlders, it appears. It also appears that he believed this hate would go far enough that I would approve of any methods to achieve this strike against them – even an attack on not only another coreworld, but one of our oldest and most loyal allies. It's-” she cut of briefly, releasing a distressed trumpeting sound before reaching her trunk up to run its ends over her many dark eyes. “It is, of course, hard for me. Not only to have such a crime committed ostensibly in my name, but also that this seems to be an image that I have imprinted onto my people. An image of hate and discord that has radicalized them to the point that they would stoop to such levels simply to see the 'opposition' suffer. And while it is no secret that the humans have been at odds with me, I would never approve of such a heinous attack, not only because...friends of mine...were lost in it, too. And I am not free of blame. I see now that I was so focused on sternly defending us from the accusations posed against us, that I entirely forgot to also show the compassion that is so necessary at a time like this. And I want to apologize for this. Deeply. Even as the attack was committed by a blinded individual, the zodiatos will take full responsibility for it. We are willing to pay any required reparations to each of the injured parties involved, and we deeply wish that our ties we have to those harmed can be mended, be they old or new, strong or tattered. We will gladly welcome any diplomatic outreach from the injured parties as well as all others who are concerned in hopes to not only aid in the recovery of our alliances, but also in the healing of our very own souls as we will take any effort we can to move away from the hate that has caused this tragedy. Our people will not become one of violence and terror, that I swear by all three of my names. And I hope that all others follow that example, so that this tragic event may become a part of our history that will never be repeated. Now more than ever, we need to remind ourselves of the values that this galaxy was built upon. I thank each and every one of you for your attention. Success to you. Prosperity for all. Unity in the community.”
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Chapter 169 – A moment of truth. A moment to lie.
Shida exhaled slowly as she flew in a parallel line along the massive, slowly rotating hull of the Sun. The near true-black surface of the enormous ship loomed ominously next to her, tricking her brain into the impression that it was somehow trying to pull her tiny little hunter into it like a black hole or some shadowy portal. Though obviously, that was just a literal trick of the light.
Activating her frontal thrusters yet again to slow the momentum of her flight, she just barely noticed the movement on the hull next to her as something adjusted to the now slowing movement of her cargo. A moment later, a harpoon much like the one she herself had fired into the lump of molten material that had solidified around the still dutifully pinging black box shot against the precious debris, latching onto it and connecting it to the larger ship.
With the press of a button, Shida's own harpoon then automatically shot off its tip before her hunter reeled in the connecting cable as well as the remaining rod. Almost as soon as she was detached, the Sun's harpoon already began to reel the black box lump in as well.
It admittedly took a bit of time and finesse, but this process was still much easier than trying to somehow land with the barely controllable lump of hull-slag still attached to her ship.
Rubbing a hand over one of her hears, Shida released a mild huff before then firing her engines up again as she adjusted her course to fly around the ship and find her way into the dock.
Once the slightly precarious maneuver of flying through the relatively narrow, rotating tunnel that was her entrance was overcome, the feline turned her hunter onto 'life support' mode as she sat back, since she would have to wait for the atmosphere in the dock to be reinstated before she could even think about getting out.
Suddenly, a comm came in for her, making her ears twitch as she listened up.
“Please move your ship to the corner of the dock and stand by, Lieutenant-Commander,” the voice from her radio informed her briefly. “The dock will be needed for the landing of an urgent shuttle. Atmosphere cannot be reinstated before it has landed.”
Blinking slightly, Shida stared at her console for a moment. Shuttle? Why was there shuttle flying around in a situation like this?
Luckily, it didn't even take a full second before her brain fired up again and she quickly reached for the button to activate her own microphone.
“Copy that,” she said before quickly starting her ship up again, just enough so that she could slowly roll it into the dock's corner. Once there, she activated her microphone again. “Standing by,” she announced before leaning back once again.
She released a long exhale as she stared at the wall that was now right in front of her. And as she sat there with nothing to do but to think while she was surrounded by an airless room, she slowly began to feel that something was wrong.
Not with the situation, no. Even if she still wondered why the hell a shuttle was dicking around out there just after an active combat situation, that wasn't what was irking her. Though, admittedly, she also didn't really know what was. Was it something about herself? Not really. She felt fine.
Though, after a few more moments of being alone with her thoughts, it slowly began to hit her. Why did she feel so fine?
Not that she had expected to be totally broken up by a combat situation, even if it was sudden. She was trained for that much, she sure would hope that she wouldn't let it get to her too much. However, while not being too stressed out was one thing...why wasn't she angrier?
The last few times she had so much as heard about an attack, she had been absolutely livid. Blood-boilingly so. And that didn't even come close to how she had felt when she saw the victims of the attack on the detention center...
But now? She was calm. They had just been attacked out of nowhere. She had been dragged into a sudden battle. So many people, both foe and friend, had died today. And she was sad about that. She felt the remorse about the people who had been killed here. She even felt the aftereffects of pulling the trigger herself down in her stomach. But apart from that? Nothing.
What was different now? Where was that fire? And more importantly...was it good or bad that it was so suddenly gone?
Prooobably something to bring up with Dr. Nasution once she got an opportunity to attend her next session, which would probably be quite soon given current circumstances. It had been a while with everything that was going on, but she figured there was at least a good chance that their 'pleasure cruise' would not be continuing after everything that had occurred.
It seemed that the coreworlds were even more hostile ground than they had imagined.
About a quarter of an hour later, the announced shuttle had finally settled down and all hatches were sealed shut while air was slowly funneled back into the room. It took maybe a minute or two more before a specialized sensor in her ship informed her with a glowing light on her console that the surroundings were once again breathable, meaning she could safely open her hatch.
Pressing the corresponding button, the hatch of her ship sprang open, releasing a slight hiss as the seal was broken and air-exchange with the outside took place for the first time since she had closed it.
Once it was open, Shida could already hear some commotion as a large group of people came immediately flooding into the room as soon as it was safe to do so, and once she had climbed out onto the wing of her ship, she could see that they had come bearing large bags as they hurried towards the shuttle, which was currently in the process of lowering its ramp.
Resisting her urge to stand and stare to see what was going on, Shida climbed off the wing in order to go and properly announce her return.
However, almost as soon as her feet made contact with the dock's floor, she suddenly felt how she was almost taken off her feet by another body crashing into hers, startling her so much that her claws were already coming out as her arms raised to meet her sudden tackler – though a combination of a familiar scent and breathing luckily soothed her nerves long before her aware mind could catch up to who had run into her there.
Instead of sinking their claws in, her hand laid flatly down on James' broad back as her arms wrapped around him to return his sudden hug. As she held him, she could feel that he was quite unsteady on his feet, and she subtly supported him to not loose his footing as they embraced for a long moment.
A bit of a purr started up in her chest as she leaned her head against his. She didn't say anything, worrying that it may come off as mockery if she did, but she could feel that he had been worried about her. And although she obviously didn't like making him worry – especially since she knew how much that stung after having to worry about him way too often recently - she still couldn't deny that she always appreciated getting to feel just how much he cared about her so directly, and a warm feeling spread throughout her as her purr intensified.
Though admittedly, she could've done without the firm kiss he pressed onto her cheek after a moment. Still, she knew that it was an important expression of his care to him, and so she simply closed her eye on the kissed side and endured it for a moment before he finally pulled away.
Looking at his reddened face, she could read right off it that he wanted to say something like 'Don't ever do that again' or anything in that vein, but obviously he also knew that she was just doing her duty, and so he held his tongue.
His mouth opened a bit, presumably to say something else, however the chaotic and from this distance slightly incoherent shouting of the group that had rushed in earlier now meeting with the crew of the shuttle interrupted him, catching both of their attentions as they looked over.
As they did, Shida's eyes widened slightly once she realized what the chaotic scene she was looking at there really was. A stretcher carrying Admiral Krieger was wheeled down the shuttle's ramp, surrounded by medics and doctors working on her on all sides.
Her skin was a ghostly white, far more so than even her usual pale complexion, and fully on display as the remains of her uniform were under her in tattered, cut-open rags, leaving her almost entirely exposed except for her most private area and her right leg, which had been covered with a white sheet. Every other inch of her skin seemingly had to remain free as the medical personnel worked on it from all angles; sticking her with needles or attaching cables, tubes and electrodes to her as she was rolled along. Two blood bags were already dripping fresh life into her at that point, and by the look of things, a third one was soon to follow.
Still, the almost body-horror-esque sight of the doctors trying to preserve her life was by far not the most gruesome one the scene offered. That honor belonged to her uncovered left leg. Or at least...what was left of it...
Shida's ear twitched as her concentration on the scene was briefly interrupted by a soft voice speaking right next to her.
“Mama...” James mumbled aghast, causing Shida's eyes to widen slightly.
It was one of the few words from his native language that the feline actually knew. “Mom”. And hearing it out of James' mouth was an almost bizarre experience. James never called his mother mom or any similar term of endearment. In fact he made it a point not to.
Granted, in this case, it was unlikely that he had consciously made the choice to do it in this case, however the sheer fact that it would slip out of him like this spoke volumes of just how deeply the shock of seeing her in that state reached.
Not that Shida didn't understand, of course. Familial bonds or not, the Admiral was...well, of course they both knew that she wasn't untouchable by any measure. Far from it. She was just a person like anybody else in the end.
However, knowing that she could get hurt and actually seeing it were two very different things, apparently.
In the corner of her vision, she noticed how James suddenly began to move in the direction of the ongoing rescue, and she quickly jolted forwards to stop him, wrapping her arm around him firmly as she held him back from getting in the way of anything.
Luckily, apart from a brief push that only lasted for as long as it took him to realize that he had been stopped, he didn't resist her as she restrained him from approaching any further, and so the both of them just watched as the stretcher was rolled along and ultimately out of the dock.
“That was meant for me...” James mumbled, clearly thinking aloud as he kept staring at the door even after it had closed again.
Immediately, Shida pulled him in firmer, side-hugging him as she pressed her body up to his.
“She wouldn't have traded places with you if you tried to force her,” she assured him while pushing her face against his shoulder. She knew that the relationship of those two was rocky to say the least, however she still knew that much to be true. Whether she was the motherly type or not, if anything, the Admiral was just as stubborn as James was, especially when it came to duty.
James stood frozen for a bit, seemingly not exactly knowing what to do with his feelings in his current state. Shida could only imagine how much ethanol was still flowing through his veins at that time, mixed with a cocktail of all kinds of different hormones and endorphins. With all of this added back-and-forth stress, she couldn't blame him for struggling to hold onto a single thought at that time.
“Oh, James!” a new voice suddenly joined the fray, whipping both of their attentions around yet again as even more bodies emerged from the shuttle, having presumably stood back to make room while the rescue efforts were ongoing.
But now that the coast was clear, so to speak, two familiar large forms came lumbering down the shuttle's ramp.
Moar and Congloarch looked...rattled...to say the least. With Moar, it was understandable. She probably didn't have all too much experience of standing right next to a dying person as every thinkable thing was done to them to keep them alive, so Shida wouldn't have thought twice about it had it just been her.
However, the tonamstrosite was a...different story. His four eyes didn't scan the room or focus on different things at all. All four of them were pointed straight ahead with only very loose seeming focus on the people he was approaching as he walked.
His mouth hung slightly open, and he seemed to push his tongue out just a little bit while the fleshy muscle twitched up in place before settling down again, over and over, making it appear almost as if he was subtly retching.
James' stormy mind seemed to immediately latch onto the the possibility to focus on anything and went right along with a wave of his usual compassion as his eyes fell onto the to giants. This time, Shida didn't hold him back as he hurried in their direction.
“What in chaos' name happened?” he asked once he was just a few steps away from them, though even in his now focused and concerned state you could clearly tell from his gait that he wasn't quite all there.
“Oh James...” Moar repeated, struggling to speak as she shuddered in place where she stood, both of her clawed hands firmly hooked into her long fur as if clinging on for dear life.
Releasing a deep groan, Congloarch shook himself so heavily that a grinding sound came from some of the plates along his body.
“There was an attack,” the large reptile then said the quite obvious before shaking again. “There was...an invasion-” he kept describing before pausing abruptly, turning his head away as his tongue pushed itself up again, causing him to clearly struggle to suppress whatever urge overcame him at that moment.
Shida's ears and tail sank deeply as she watched those two. She could only imagine what could've occurred to have even Congloarch so broken up. And she could see it on James' face that his heart sank just as much, even if less outwards signs clearly showed it.
Slowly, Shida began to walk up to Moar at an even pace. As she did so, she gently nudged James in the direction of the other giant while passing him, knowing that he had the better relationship to the tonamstrosite out of the two of them.
Taking the hint without issue, James walked up to the enormous reptile and placed his hand on the highest part of the man he could reach while Shida leaned up against Moar's plushy leg comfortingly.
“It's alright,” James then said softly, patting his hand against Congloarch's armored skin gently while also leaning his face against the side of the giant's body. “You don't have to talk about it right now. You can take some time.”
The reactions of the two giants were very different, but at the same time equally appreciative of the soothing contact.
Moar leaned down as one of her hands unclenched from her fur to reach for Shida, reciprocating the gentle touch through an innate social drive. Seemingly on instinct, her hand went right for Shida's hair, seemingly seeking the contact with fur since that is what another rafulite would provide, and so the old lady simply petted through Shida's hair in gentle strokes while the feline pressed up against her.
Meanwhile, Congloarch seemed to simply relax in place as James leaned against him, making no effort to initiate any form of contact himself as his eyes slowly closed.
It even went so far that it seemed like he needed to put in a conscious effort to not lay down right then and there, which would've probably been inappropriate in the middle of a dock. In fact, all of this was probably inappropriate for this place, but sometimes what had to be done had to be done.
Still, with James being only somewhat in-commission right now, Shida eventually felt it to be her duty to coax everyone out of the dock once she felt that things had calmed down enough to move so they could continue this at a calmer, more private location, where the two giants could truly focus on processing everything that had happened.
–
A gentle humming filled the air, stirring her awake as light uncomfortably shone through her twitching lids while she struggled back and forth between a conscious and unconscious state.
Though once she finally pushed herself far enough into awareness to gain control over the motion and slowly forced her eyes fully open, even if she still had to squint heavily against the light from above, she glanced around through her blurry vision, instinctively searching for the source of the increasingly familiar sound of the hummed song.
She recognized the melody. It was the 'Ode to strange suns', a very old and very famous song that first emerged back in the early days of Earth's interstellar travel, when traversing light-years to reach another star-system was still a daunting endeavor. It was often sung by those in the primitive ships, often called 'tubes', to give them hope during their bleak journey. A melancholic song about giving up your life just to see what's out there – and one day push your people so far beyond what they had once been.
So far, they hadn't quite reached the lofty goal that the song set for humanity, since it spoke of mapping every star and finding eternity too short and infinity too small for their ambitions. According to the song, the day would come when 'no more strange suns rise'. What an idea that was...
Still, even more so than the song itself, she recognized the soft voice that was humming it, and her heart lifted at the implications of hearing it. She felt soft sheets rustling underneath her head as she slowly turned her face towards the sound, and the corners of her lips slowly lifted into a smile as her eyes, which were gently tearing from the harsh light biting into them so suddenly, fell onto the scene before her.
Nia sat slightly leaned against the headrest of her bed with her eyes closed, the room's white light gently playing over her dark yet soft features as she turned her face in the Admiral's direction while softly swaying her head to the rhythm of her humming, not moving it more than a centimeter with each tilt so her gentle dance wouldn't interfere too much with the work of James' hands. He sat behind her with both hands behind her back, gently holding her hair as he weaved it into long braids with practiced motions. There was a clear 'weakness' to Nia's movements, and the way she sat strongly indicated that she likely lacked the strength to completely hold herself up on her own.
And yet despite that, her humming was cheerful and content as she had her hair braided by her brother. She seemed...at peace.
After simply observing the scene for a few long moments, feeling like she could get lost in the sight if she wasn't careful, Admiral Krieger then tried to push herself up a bit, however the attempt was short-lived as a searing pain shot through her right shoulder as soon as she put any pressure onto that side of her body, forcing her to flop back down almost immediately. And as soon as she did, the pain quickly dissipated into a mellow numbness that was all too familiar to her.
She was on some strong painkillers, she could tell. Therefore, if it still hurt like that when she attempted to move, moving was probably a bad idea. Not that she couldn't have borne the pain if it was necessary, however the sight of her children like that told her that it very clearly wasn't. Whatever other challenges and battles the future may have had in store for them, this was a moment of peace, and she should use it for her recovery while she still could.
Meanwhile, her movement and brief hiss of pain had naturally not gone unnoticed. Once her eyes were no longer closed from the brief jolt of pain, she saw that Nia's eyes had now also opened. Her humming had stopped as the sweet girl's face lit up upon noticing that the Admiral was truly awake and had not just shifted around in her sleep.
“James!” she exclaimed, trying to move so suddenly that she accidentally pulled on her own hair that was still firmly in her brother's grasp, before he could react and adjust to her movements. Uncaring about the brief discomfort that surely caused, Nia excitedly lifted her hand to point at the Admiral, however James already had a knowing look on his face.
“I saw,” he replied, clearly far less focused on the braiding process than his demeanor would indicate from the outside. He quickly finished up the in-process braid between his fingers and fixated it with a small, golden, tube-shaped clasp before letting go of Nia's hair, thus allowing her to freely move her head around again.
Nia then looked over at her while James slowly stood up and moved to the corner of the room.
“How are you feeling, Sophia?” Nia asked in a gentle tone that did nothing to hide her happiness, her eyes gleaming slightly in the light as tears began to well up within them.
The Admiral released a long exhale as she settled into the sheets, though her eyes never left Nia's face – apart from a very brief moment of them following James to see where he was going. Nia looked slightly messy with her hair half-braided and the light-blue gown she wore all crumpled up, however just like her earlier humming, that messiness had a certain peace to it that allowed the Admiral to relax.
“Just how I look, I suspect,” she replied, the smile on her face returning. “I'm glad to see you awake again.”
“Hey, that's my line!” Nia jokingly complained with a mild chuckle that audibly got very close to shifting into a soft sob at one point.
At this point, James had returned from the corner of the room, walking up to the side of Nia's bed opposite to the one he had been sitting at previously. And with him, he had brought a large wheelchair.
Briefly, he turned his head towards his mother, the look on his face rather unreadable. For a moment, his mouth twitched, and it seemed like he wanted to say something. However ultimately, he pulled his gaze away again before anything was said.
Without complaint, Nia allowed her brother to lift her out of the bed and into the wheelchair, before he slowly pushed her over to the side of the Admiral's bed.
Almost immediately once she was within reach, Nia's hand found hers, holding it gently while James was once again on the move, this time towards a bedside-drawer that stood in between both of their beds.
Opening it, he briefly rummaged through it before pulling out an arrangement of small items, with which he then sat down next to the Admiral as well.
Leaning down, he gently reached for her face in a gesture that could've been mistaken for tenderness, had his fingers not reached to pull her lids open a bit with gentle force right before he shone a bright light directly into her eyes. Despite the uncomfortable nature of the action, Admiral Krieger didn't resist it in any way, physically or otherwise.
After he had ensured her pupils worked properly, James then gently grabbed her by her chin and moved her face around so that she looked straight 'ahead', which in this case meant right up to the ceiling while he got up a bit to loom over her.
“Aaaaaah,” he then ordered while holding a clear, plastic tongue-suppressor close to her mouth.
Following the order without hesitation, the Admiral opened her mouth widely, though she forewent the actual saying of 'aaah' in the process. Soon enough, her tongue was uncomfortably pushed down by the plastic item while she could see some light leaking out of her mouth in the corner of her vision.
After a brief moment of inspection, the pressure was already relieved and she could close her mouth again as James moved away from her, checking some of the monitors of devices that were attached to his mother in various ways.
The Admiral couldn't help but gently chuckle at the professionalism he clearly very deliberately employed as he dealt with her waking up. It was a nice act, however, she was smart enough to know that, since he didn't call anyone in to do it, he likely had asked to conduct these precautionary examinations himself instead of calling a doctor in for it, likely promising to call in someone more professional than himself should he find anything actually worrying.
But, based on his reactions, it seemed like everything was in working order. At least the vitals she could see on the monitors herself certainly were. Not exactly 'healthy', of course, but also not directly concerning for someone who had just gone through the wringer like she had.
Or, well...she didn't quite know how 'just' it had been. She was admittedly a bit too groggy to fully remember the exact date and time during which the attack leaving her injured had taken place, which meant even the clock on the wall was of very little help with determining just how long she had been out for.
“Do you feel anything strange?” James asked her, pulling her out of her thoughts. “Any pain? Nausea? Discomfort?”
Krieger shook her head.
“Nothing, apart from being high as a kite,” she replied before briefly glancing down at herself. Her body was almost completely covered by a white sheet, so she couldn't exactly see anything. However, she knew what was underneath. “Though I'm sure my leg would be in a lot of pain if I could actually feel it.”
In the corner of her vision, she both saw and felt Nia flinch as she was still holding her hand, her face darkening a little.
James' expression also seemed to turn more serious after her jokingly said words, betraying his usually not horrible pokerface.
Slowly, she released a long breath.
“It's gone, isn't it?” she suspected immediately. Not surprising after the state her leg had been in when she last saw it.
Nia's face just turned even more glum at that, however James sighed and nodded.
“Most of it, yes,” he replied honestly, knowing her well enough to cut any sort of bullshit. “Though you will be glad to hear that your usual 'precautions' worked without a hitch. Your body accepted the prosthesis and you should be able to walk again almost immediately.”
She smiled.
“I always told you, it pays to be prepared,” she said, lifting her unoccupied arm with a finger playfully raised in lecture. Though then, she moved her gaze over to Nia, reaching her already raised arm over to Nia's head and pulling her in a bit closer before gently caressing her cheek. “Come on, why the frown?” she asked, giving a gentle smile. “You heard what he said, I'll be good as new.”
A returning smile fought itself through Nia's tears at the caress, and she nodded meekly – before then suddenly throwing herself forwards, out of the wheelchair and onto the Admiral in a brazen embrace.
A sharp pain once again shot through the Admiral's shoulder as another body suddenly pressed down onto hers, however this time she did not care a single bit as she moved her arms around her daughter and gently petted along her back while Nia clearly did her absolute best to suppress the quiet sobs leaving her. Meanwhile James stood next to it all with a stoic expression, only his eyes betraying the obvious compassion he felt for his sister's happiness.
Once the embrace was enjoyed and a few soft words were exchanged, he aided Nia in getting back into the wheelchair wordlessly.
And the Admiral didn't need him to say anything. The mere fact that he had decided to be here told her more than enough – even if he would likely say that he was here to visit Nia when he would be asked about it.
A few moments later, the door to the room opened, with two new people entering in a visible hurry. Though, despite their haste, both Tuya and Shida froze when they fully processed the scene they had barged into, with neither of them seemingly knowing if they wanted to proceed or not.
Taking the decision off them, the Admiral lifted her hand and waved them closer.
“Come in,” she said invitingly, not at all opposed to their presence here. Not for nothing, she was more than happy with the partners that her children had found for themselves. She could hardly have wished for better ones.
Still seeming a bit hesitant, the First-Lieutenant and Lieutenant-Commander then continued their motion, even if much slower now.
James and Nia both had pretty unreadable expressions on their faces at this point as they watched their respective partners approach. They all exchanged a long gaze with each other, which clearly told her children something that she wasn't quite privy to yet.
James was finally the one to break the silence.
“What brilliant timing,” he sighed a bit as he turned around, quickly grabbing a remote from a nearby nightstand. With it, he turned up the volume of a running but up until now muted screen that the Admiral had only been tangentially aware of so far.
Though now that everyone's attention seemed to be pulled towards it, she didn't need to be a genius to realize that something important was being broadcast there. And so she got quiet and listened, her professional seriousness returning as he fought through her slightly hazy state to not miss a detail, especially so as she saw just who the cameras were pointed towards.
Leaving her enormous head to hang slightly, Apojinorana Audoxya Tua, High-Matriarch of the zodiatos and current Acting-Leader-Supreme of the G.C.S. had taken the stage behind what had to be a house-sized podium, even if it didn't appear like it on screen.
The Admiral suppressed any feelings she had towards that vile woman as she concentrated on listening to her words.
They had seemingly missed the beginning of the conference they were not tuning into, so hopefully they hadn't missed anything important.
“...firm the attack. One of the current Nahfmir-Durrehefren, previously known as Melvolhorron, used his command over several of our ships and the loyalty of crews that had been radicalized by the ongoing galactic tensions -both zodiatos and coluyvoree- to mount the attack. No outside influence on his actions from any third-party outside of the zodiatos territories has been indicated during the investigations. The black box that was discovered by the human forces and handed over to galactic investigations in full accordance to communal law and without any resistance brought some additional light to his motivations. Among the usual logs and data you would expect to find, it also contained a seemingly deliberately saved...letter of devotion to...none other than my own person. It seems that this...tragic event turned heinous crime was something that he saw as his best chance to advance his position to that of the true Durrehefren. He seemed to believe that my devotion and favor could be gained through a decisive strike against the humans, whom he believed I hated deeply – along with all other deathworlders, it appears. It also appears that he believed this hate would go far enough that I would approve of any methods to achieve this strike against them – even an attack on not only another coreworld, but one of our oldest and most loyal allies. It's-” she cut of briefly, releasing a distressed trumpeting sound before reaching her trunk up to run its ends over her many dark eyes. “It is, of course, hard for me. Not only to have such a crime committed ostensibly in my name, but also that this seems to be an image that I have imprinted onto my people. An image of hate and discord that has radicalized them to the point that they would stoop to such levels simply to see the 'opposition' suffer. And while it is no secret that the humans have been at odds with me, I would never approve of such a heinous attack, not only because...friends of mine...were lost in it, too. And I am not free of blame. I see now that I was so focused on sternly defending us from the accusations posed against us, that I entirely forgot to also show the compassion that is so necessary at a time like this. And I want to apologize for this. Deeply. Even as the attack was committed by a blinded individual, the zodiatos will take full responsibility for it. We are willing to pay any required reparations to each of the injured parties involved, and we deeply wish that our ties we have to those harmed can be mended, be they old or new, strong or tattered. We will gladly welcome any diplomatic outreach from the injured parties as well as all others who are concerned in hopes to not only aid in the recovery of our alliances, but also in the healing of our very own souls as we will take any effort we can to move away from the hate that has caused this tragedy. Our people will not become one of violence and terror, that I swear by all three of my names. And I hope that all others follow that example, so that this tragic event may become a part of our history that will never be repeated. Now more than ever, we need to remind ourselves of the values that this galaxy was built upon. I thank each and every one of you for your attention. Success to you. Prosperity for all. Unity in the community.”
2024.05.28 23:54 thekingofallfrogs Important rules for one-hit wonders from the years 2010-2024
I wanted to make this because the definition of a one-hit wonder that Todd and many other people go by is obsolete and really only applies to the years 1950-2009. The streaming era changed everything including the charts. And I wanted to get this out of the way because nobody, not even Wikipedia, can really sort out what are one-hit wonders in the streaming age.
* The Top 40 is obsolete, the entire Hot 100 is the new Top 40: Thanks to the gradual enshittification of the music industry, people no longer look to the Top 40 for music success and everything now comes through streaming playlists (corporate owned-or individual). Unlike the Top 40 of the past, hit songs are scattered all throughout the Hot 100 and there also songs that are not hits that end up in the traditional realm of the Top 40 (these are tracks from recently released albums which typically never receive the buzz as the album or its singles).
* Chart appearances on the Mainstream Top 40 count as to whether or not a person is a one-hit wonder or if they have hits: This necessarily isn't reflective of chart success on the Hot 100 or the Hot 100's own top 40 songs, but this method has been used for one-hit wonders in the 90s and 2000s as the idea of the Mainstream Top 40 came about because of controversy surrounding the legitimacy of the Hot 100. An artist may have one hit on the actual Hot 100 but would have a few songs crack the Mainstream Top 40 (which would be amplified via radio airplay or usage in the media). The following examples are 2010s one-hit wonders who had hit big on the Top 40 but not the Top 40 of the Hot 100: Tegan and Sara, NONONO, Alice Merton, Katy Tiz, Rudimental, Frenship.
* Sale numbers/certifications are still important in determining success: People still buy music and while the Hot 100 has largely abandoned the idea of buying music in favor of streaming, it's still important to note when determining one-hit wonders and hit-makers. The RIAA also counts streaming as sales numbers, meaning artists with big streaming numbers can make big bucks and gain a following.
* One-hit wonders can be one-hit wonders or not in the blink of an eye: Because of the internet and the streaming age it's hard to tell if someone is a one-hit wonder or not because things can change swiftly in a matter of years. Case in point Willow Smith, who is cited as a one-hit wonder by various sources and on Wikipedia (using those sources) for a song she did as a child. She's no longer a one-hit wonder because of the songs she made as an older teenager and young woman; two of her big hits have gone 2X Platinum even if its not reflected on the Hot 100 (her biggest hit Wait a Minute! never even charted on the Hot 100 but has reached a billion Spotify streams).
* YouTube views, streaming numbers, and social media posts can also determine what is a hit: Theoretically, an 80s one-hit wonder could have several hundred million streams for their big hit and 10 million or less for their lesser-known songs. The same is true for artists who went viral either through YouTube, streaming, or usage on social media posts (think Instagram reels), be it novelty songs or songs that people found funny like the Bed Intruder Song, Skibidi Toilet, the Crab Rave, or Big Enough (not a novelty song but fits the description of something that people found funny), serious songs like I Just Wanna Live or Leve Palestina, and songs that either came back into the public consciousness via virality like Another Love or they came back from the shadows because of the intriguing mystery surrounding the song like "The Most Mysterious Song on the Internet".
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* The Top 40 is obsolete, the entire Hot 100 is the new Top 40: Thanks to the gradual enshittification of the music industry, people no longer look to the Top 40 for music success and everything now comes through streaming playlists (corporate owned-or individual). Unlike the Top 40 of the past, hit songs are scattered all throughout the Hot 100 and there also songs that are not hits that end up in the traditional realm of the Top 40 (these are tracks from recently released albums which typically never receive the buzz as the album or its singles).
* Chart appearances on the Mainstream Top 40 count as to whether or not a person is a one-hit wonder or if they have hits: This necessarily isn't reflective of chart success on the Hot 100 or the Hot 100's own top 40 songs, but this method has been used for one-hit wonders in the 90s and 2000s as the idea of the Mainstream Top 40 came about because of controversy surrounding the legitimacy of the Hot 100. An artist may have one hit on the actual Hot 100 but would have a few songs crack the Mainstream Top 40 (which would be amplified via radio airplay or usage in the media). The following examples are 2010s one-hit wonders who had hit big on the Top 40 but not the Top 40 of the Hot 100: Tegan and Sara, NONONO, Alice Merton, Katy Tiz, Rudimental, Frenship.
* Sale numbers/certifications are still important in determining success: People still buy music and while the Hot 100 has largely abandoned the idea of buying music in favor of streaming, it's still important to note when determining one-hit wonders and hit-makers. The RIAA also counts streaming as sales numbers, meaning artists with big streaming numbers can make big bucks and gain a following.
* One-hit wonders can be one-hit wonders or not in the blink of an eye: Because of the internet and the streaming age it's hard to tell if someone is a one-hit wonder or not because things can change swiftly in a matter of years. Case in point Willow Smith, who is cited as a one-hit wonder by various sources and on Wikipedia (using those sources) for a song she did as a child. She's no longer a one-hit wonder because of the songs she made as an older teenager and young woman; two of her big hits have gone 2X Platinum even if its not reflected on the Hot 100 (her biggest hit Wait a Minute! never even charted on the Hot 100 but has reached a billion Spotify streams).
* YouTube views, streaming numbers, and social media posts can also determine what is a hit: Theoretically, an 80s one-hit wonder could have several hundred million streams for their big hit and 10 million or less for their lesser-known songs. The same is true for artists who went viral either through YouTube, streaming, or usage on social media posts (think Instagram reels), be it novelty songs or songs that people found funny like the Bed Intruder Song, Skibidi Toilet, the Crab Rave, or Big Enough (not a novelty song but fits the description of something that people found funny), serious songs like I Just Wanna Live or Leve Palestina, and songs that either came back into the public consciousness via virality like Another Love or they came back from the shadows because of the intriguing mystery surrounding the song like "The Most Mysterious Song on the Internet".
2024.05.28 23:36 nightscales Need advice/help :(
Hi y'all, so I'm 30 years old and had a hysterectomy at 28. They removed my uterus, cervix, and fallopian tubes. They left my ovaries in the hopes that they would continue to chug a long with the hormones. Unfortunately, my ovaries have given up.....and I cannot convince my care team that I am experiencing perimenopause due to my blood work.
I saw my OBGYN two months ago, and she fully believed my symptoms (hot flashes, night sweats, fatigue, trouble sleeping, joints aching, brain fog, thinning hair, etc.) She prescribed me the nuvaring because I am allergic to adhesives. The nuvaring has SAVED ME. However, my blood work shows NOT menopause. I am aware how unreliable fluctuating hormones are for diagnosing perimenopause, but my providers seem to not be aware of this. My OBGYN said that my blood work was "all good."
I just saw an endocrinologist today who gaslit me into thinking I was imagining my symptoms based on my blood work.
How do I go about getting actual HRT care? How do I convince my health care providers that I am suffering and that hormone supplements have helped me? If it helps, I am in the Baltimore, MD area of the world.
Thank you a million in advance.
Sincerely, A woman tired of being ignored in healthcare
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I saw my OBGYN two months ago, and she fully believed my symptoms (hot flashes, night sweats, fatigue, trouble sleeping, joints aching, brain fog, thinning hair, etc.) She prescribed me the nuvaring because I am allergic to adhesives. The nuvaring has SAVED ME. However, my blood work shows NOT menopause. I am aware how unreliable fluctuating hormones are for diagnosing perimenopause, but my providers seem to not be aware of this. My OBGYN said that my blood work was "all good."
I just saw an endocrinologist today who gaslit me into thinking I was imagining my symptoms based on my blood work.
How do I go about getting actual HRT care? How do I convince my health care providers that I am suffering and that hormone supplements have helped me? If it helps, I am in the Baltimore, MD area of the world.
Thank you a million in advance.
Sincerely, A woman tired of being ignored in healthcare
2024.05.28 23:29 ODB95 So… I guess it’s just ok to openly hate men now?
I’m seeing it all over socials, YouTube, hell even in public people just bashing men as a whole. Not only that I’m seeing dudes that speak out against the generalizations being trashed as well, cause god forbid we all don’t wanna be lumped into the psycho-killer, angry, creepy, rapist stereotype? Either agree with generalization or stfu, and if you speak up against it you’re clearly the guys we’re talking about.
Idk that whole vibe just doesn’t sit well with me, and it’s a shame that it’s even gotten to the point where it’s become controversial to say not all men are pieces of shit because I guess to some you’re trying to dismiss the problems women face against men somehow? Like I get it we’re not angels or anything and I understand why historically and I guess systematically men may be viewed a certain way, but I just don’t understand why the entire half the global population has to catch a stray all at once just for being born a certain gender? I see statistics brought up as a way to kinda justify that overall negative view of men but I’ve seen white supremacists use these same stats to try to justify their view on my race and deem us all animals (I’m black btw). I’m not trying to compare women and white supremacists saying they’re alike or anything I’ve just seen the same patterns used when “stats” are brought up to try to shut the other side down when they have a problem with negative generalizations about a group. Caution is one thing but I don’t think that’s a reason to hate an entire group.
Idk it’s just odd to me how as men we’re expected to be empathy and understanding towards the struggle of others meanwhile we also seem to be the group no one really cares about. It discourages me sometimes because I know me personally as a man I don’t represent any of these stereotypes, but I also realize that doesn’t matter. I’ll still be viewed a certain type of way. Then add to the fact that I’m black and I basically feel like a walking “statistics” red flag. I gotta reevaluate how I even walk home or take walks in the park, god forbid a woman’s in front of me and I feel like I have to go the other way now just to not look like a threat, when really I’m just trying to go about my day.
I don’t see any resolution here or meeting half way where both sides find empathy and compassion to one another, because it always resorts back to “well it’s the men’s fault, tell men not to do XYZ and maybe-“ and nothing ever gets resolved. Shit I can’t take responsibility or speak for the entire male gender, let alone some dead guys I’ll never know from the past that built the “system” in the first place. Just sucks where we’re at now.
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Idk that whole vibe just doesn’t sit well with me, and it’s a shame that it’s even gotten to the point where it’s become controversial to say not all men are pieces of shit because I guess to some you’re trying to dismiss the problems women face against men somehow? Like I get it we’re not angels or anything and I understand why historically and I guess systematically men may be viewed a certain way, but I just don’t understand why the entire half the global population has to catch a stray all at once just for being born a certain gender? I see statistics brought up as a way to kinda justify that overall negative view of men but I’ve seen white supremacists use these same stats to try to justify their view on my race and deem us all animals (I’m black btw). I’m not trying to compare women and white supremacists saying they’re alike or anything I’ve just seen the same patterns used when “stats” are brought up to try to shut the other side down when they have a problem with negative generalizations about a group. Caution is one thing but I don’t think that’s a reason to hate an entire group.
Idk it’s just odd to me how as men we’re expected to be empathy and understanding towards the struggle of others meanwhile we also seem to be the group no one really cares about. It discourages me sometimes because I know me personally as a man I don’t represent any of these stereotypes, but I also realize that doesn’t matter. I’ll still be viewed a certain type of way. Then add to the fact that I’m black and I basically feel like a walking “statistics” red flag. I gotta reevaluate how I even walk home or take walks in the park, god forbid a woman’s in front of me and I feel like I have to go the other way now just to not look like a threat, when really I’m just trying to go about my day.
I don’t see any resolution here or meeting half way where both sides find empathy and compassion to one another, because it always resorts back to “well it’s the men’s fault, tell men not to do XYZ and maybe-“ and nothing ever gets resolved. Shit I can’t take responsibility or speak for the entire male gender, let alone some dead guys I’ll never know from the past that built the “system” in the first place. Just sucks where we’re at now.
2024.05.28 23:16 Czapla_TV [REQUEST] [STEAM] GUILTY GEAR -STRIVE- Daredevil Edition
Well hello there fellow players of fighting games You might wonder why am i requesting such a rage heavy game. That's simple, i hate my life, after beating the binding of isaac and fulfilling it's achievements i felt this gaping hole in my heart, a hole that was filled by playing this skill issue of a game called the binding of isaac repentance, but after beating it, it left, my life became boring, it had no meaning. But. Spotify recommended me a soundtrack from this amazing game, called guilty gear strive, it was amazing, it's was like an eargasm, but then i checked the rest of the soundtrack from this game, just pure bliss, the instruments, the vocals, they were amazing, But then, i figured i should check out the game on YouTube, and then it hit me, hot characters, that you can use to fight, Elphelt? Yes please? A.B.A.? Unstable woman? My god YES! The characters, their move set, the voice acting? It's like i never seen a game like that, Tekken? Nah that's just nostalgic, Mortal kombat? Uhh, yea maybe I won't talk about it to not cause drama. Dead or alive? Well that's interesting, because it's the closest thing to the guilty gear characters, hot characters? Check, soft porn? Check, but, characters in dead or alive look like real people, and that's boring, i would much rather look at a character with copper hair that carries a talking key that somehow changes into a chainsaw man looking demon while using a special than a boring woman in bikini, that can do anatomically impossible moves while showing her ass and boobs at the same time, and you might think "User, what are you going to main in guilty gear?" Oh dear users of this subreddit, there are three options Obviously the unstable woman A.B.A. Elphelt, and wait for it, Bridget. I know i know, very original, no need the applause. But anyway, onto why I can't afford it? Quick answer: Broke. But more complicated answer: Crippling manga addiction and spending every last cent on buying a comic book that gets stashed on my shelf. Thank you very much for reading this rollercoaster of a post w.
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2024.05.28 22:57 Zero-Darkness941 Doctor Who Script : Armageddon Eve
Armageddon Eve Written By Jensen Remmer-Riley
[Street] The TARDIS lands and the doctor walks out with Ruby. Ruby : We’re back on earth. I can visit my mother again. Doctor : (Sniffs the air) This is London. Ruby : (Crossing her arms) You can tell where we are by sniffing the air. Doctor, you are truly mad. Doctor : (Walking to a lady coming out of her house) It’s my power. Ruby : Doctor, what are you doing? Doctor : (In front of the Lady) Sorry mamme, What is the date today? Clarissa : (Takes out her earpods) What did you say sir? Doctor : What date is it today? Clarissa : 29th April 2025. She puts her earphone back in and starts jogging . The doctor goes back to Ruby. Doctor : We are in the right place at the right time. Ruby : (Hugs the doctor) Thank you so much, I’m going to see my mum! (Slowly, stop hugging the doctor ) But… Can you give me a lift? Doctor : I won’t guarantee a return to where and when we are now but you could take the bus. Ruby : It’s fine doctor, I could just take the bus or tube back home, I am in London after all. Doctor : Great, I’ll see you later then. Ruby : Goodbye doctor. Ruby walks towards the station while the doctor goes to the TARDIS, suddenly, the earth shakes violently, the doctor falls to the ground. Doctor : What the hell is happening? The shot then slowly goes down deeper into the earth, showing a massive hole, a base underneath.
[Base]
Dalek 1 : Our plan is ready for action. Going towards the big hole in the middle. Dalek 2 : The D-Bomb is ready to explode. Terag : (Standing below a big object) What is my job now master. Emperor : (Deep and Slow) Evacuate the humans! Terag : But what would we do with them master? Emperor : Three choices. Kill! Abandon! Convert! Terag : Convert. Emperor : Now set up the plan with the supreme dalek! Terag : On it master. He walks away to the supreme dalek. Emperor: (Looks at the camera) Our plan shall begin!
[Title Sequence]
[Street]
Doctor : What the hell is happening? The doctor gets up and opens the TARDIS door and goes inside.
[TARDIS]
Doctor : (Speaking to the console) TARDIS. There is something wrong, why is the earth shaking violently? (TARDIS makes a noise, the doctor sits down) Earthquake? Are you completely sure? (Makes another noise) Your detecting activity, like what? (Makes another noise) You’ve detected drilling. Drilling for what? (Makes another noise) You don’t know, well then, I’ll have to find out what is causing this ruckus. (Stands up and pulls a lever, the TARDIS starts to dematerialise) Time to find out what’s happening! (The TARDIS lands with a tremendous force, flinging the doctor back) Woah. (Stands up) Time to explore. (The doctor leaves the TARDIS, this time, everything was foggy, the trees were dead and all the houses were destroyed, no sight of humans, it was entirely empty. Suddenly, a cloaked figure appeared from the foggy area. ????? : You’ve seen what you shouldn’t have. Doctor : Who are you? ????? : (Shakes his head) I’m the survivor. Doctor : The survivor of what? ????? : You shall not be told what is not meant to be told. Doctor : Tell me. ????? : You will figure out when the time comes, doctor. Doctor : How do you know my name!? ????? : You’ll figure it out. Doctor : I think I should leave. ????? : The doctor runs away For once he will never stay A lord from Gallifrey For he will find a way. The doctor stumbles into the TARDIS, dematerialising immediately, leaving the cloaked figure behind. ????? : I’m the last of lords, for the doctor will die in Twenty four hours.
[Ruby’s House]
The door opens, ruby goes inside. Ruby : mum! I’m home! Carla runs out of the kitchen. Carla : (Crying) Ruby! Ruby : (Crying) It’s nice to see you again. Carla kisses Ruby on the head. Carla : I thought you were gone forever. Ruby : Luckily I'm here. Carla : I’m glad you’re here now. Is the doctor with you? Ruby : No, why? Carla : Look at the ceiling. They both look at the ceiling, cracked through the entire house. Ruby : What happened to the ceiling? Carla : Everything is shaking, have you experienced it yet? Ruby : Yes. The earth randomly shook, luckily i didn’t fall. Carla : Don’t tell me you’re going to leave? Ruby : I’ll stay. Where’s Nanny? Carla : Sleeping. Do you want to see her? Ruby : I’d love to. They both walk to Cherry’s room.
[Cherry’s Room]
Carla knocks on the open door, symbolizing her presence. Cherry wakes up. Cherry : I said don’t wake me up! (Looks at Ruby) Oh! My sweet child is here! Ruby runs up to Cherry and hugs her tightly. not too tight my dear, I'm a frail lady. Ruby : I’ll never leave your side again. Carla : Does that mean you're staying here? Ruby : (Turns to Carla) I’ll think about it. Cherry : She stayin’?! Carla : She said she’s thinking about it. Cherry : Good, good. Now! Where’s my bloody cuppa tea!? Carla : You were asleep mum! Cherry : But I told you to make me tea when I woke up. Ruby : (Stands up) I’ll do it for you. Carla : Nope, I’ll be doing it, you just came back, you ain’t doing any work today. Carla walks out of the room, Ruby following along. Cherry : Ah ah, you ain’t leaving. Ruby stops and goes back to her grandmother. Ruby : What do you want now? Cherry : Tell me about the man…. The doctor. Ruby : I’ll tell you a story. Cherry :Don’t make it too long, I might go back to sleep. Ruby : Fine. Once upon a time. Cherry is asleep, snoring. Ruby : Nanny! Cherry wakes up suddenly. Cherry : Sorry, old woman weakness. Ruby : Once upon a time, we found a planet named Xanth. It fades into a planet.
[Xanth]
Ruby : (The Tardis flies past) The Tardis was flying at a tremendous rate, we didn’t know where we were going, it was fate all around us. Cherry : Get to the good parts. Ruby : We found a shipwreck, (Picture of a shipwreck) it was new, no dust, sand drowning the ship in its entirety. We didn’t go inside, the doctor seemed frightened, tried to go back to the Tardis but it left. Cherry : Sounds interesting. Ruby : We were stranded. Cherry : I was stranded on the streets once. I tried to run away from home. Ha! Ruby : Nice one, next. We met with a person called Trabesius. (Trabesius appears)He was a nice guy, he checked the shipwreck for us, but he never came out. The only thing that came out were the daleks. (The daleks rush out of the spaceship.) Dalek 1 : Exterminate! Cherry : What are daleks, aliens? Don’t tell me. Ruby : And then… I don’t remember what happened, it was like my memory was erased. There was one thing I do remember, waking up in someone’s arms.
[flashback]
Ruby wakes up. Doctor : Don’t worry, you're safe with me.
[Cherry’s bedroom]
Cherry : These stories are mad. Why is he called the doctor when he isn’t a doctor? Ruby : A pseudonym. Carla comes into the room with tea. Carla : I have tea. Cherry : Here comes the party pooper. Carla : I’m fun. Cherry : Say that to a shopping trip with a hundred vouchers, that’s fun for you. Carla : Do you want tea or not? Cherry : If you don’t give me my tea I'll personally give you my own whooping. (Cherry starts laughing) Just kidding, now give me my tea. Carla hands her the tea. Cherry : Thank you child. Carla : Remember, I am fun. Cherry : Sorry, I have dementia. (Laughs) Ruby : Stop trying to be a jokester. Cherry : It’s fun. Ruby : Should I leave, you need to drink your tea. Cherry takes a sip. Cherry : Child! How many sugars did you put in my tea!? Carla : (From the kitchen) Two! Cherry : I always have three! God! Now you have dementia! Ruby : Nanny! Cherry : Sorry child. Ruby leaves the room, Carla walking into the room with a sugar cube, throws it at cherry. Carla : You're putting it in yourself. Cherry : I was going to do it myself. (Kisses her teeth)
[Kitchen]
Open the fridge. Ruby : What should I have today, haven’t eaten anything today, i’m starving? Carla : Ruby! We have shopping coming later, there’s nothing in the fridge to eat! Ruby : Ok! Close the fridge. Suddenly, the earth shakes again. Cherry : Oi! If that happens again, I'm giving the earth a spanking! Ruby : Something’s wrong.
[TARDIS]
Doctor : Something’s wrong. The doctor is sitting in a chair in the Tardis, reading a book. Doctor : A manual on how to operate a dalek, I wonder where I got this from, probably Davros. The doctor throws the book away Doctor : I need something better, how about ‘A Time Lords Tale’? (Flips to the first page.) Tale one, Seven Sisters. The best story ever. Chloe, Alice, Mary, Charlotte, Rosemary, Lizzie and Jeanne, the seven sisters of jealousy. I remember the story, one of my favorites. One sister tries to end the other because they have a better life than the other. (The doctor closes the book and throws it away) Do I have a TV in here? I do have Tardis recalls from previous adventures, I should have a look at that. (The screen suddenly appears and showcases an adventure) What adventure is this?
[Jungle]
Ghaar : Everybody run! The jungle is on fire! (Everyone starts screaming.) Dalek 1 : Inferno! Set fire to the jungle! Ghaar : They’re here! The daleks are here! The scene stops.
[Tardis]
Doctor : The Karetin tribe in the jungle of fire, that’s what I called that adventure. Ah, my memories flood every time I see or hear about my legacy. (Turns to the console) Where are we going next? (Tardis makes a noise) You don’t know, that’s your best response.
[Base]
Emperor : Daleks! Sterilize the bomb! Dalek 3 : Already on it emperor. Emperor : Complete the plan! Terag : Why do we need a bomb in the first place? Emperor : This is our second objective! If we fail our first, this is our final resort! Terag : What is the first objective master? Emperor : I shall not tell you, you haven’t earned my trust completely. Terag : I will get the spaceships ready. Emperor : Do not transport the humans! They will be our pets! Terag : What!? You can’t possibly do that! Emperor : Don’t question our Stratagem! Our subordinates shall be our pets! Terag : But I am a human. Emperor : No you are not! You come from the planet Zeos! Terag : We still call our people humans. Emperor : We target the people on Earth! We saved you! Now you shall help us! Terag : I guess, but I still don’t agree with the plan. Dalek 2 : If you don’t agree, we will send you to the dalek camp. Terag : But you are going to enslave and kill billions. Dalek 2 : No point in fighting against us, our power is greater and stronger, we can execute you before you even speak. Terag : Take me to the dalek camp then, I don’t like this plan and I don’t like the daleks. Emperor : This is a mockery of the dalek race! Our humans must be brainwashed into agreeing with this plan! Dalek 4 : We take our orders from you master. We only serve to exterminate, destroy and punish! We were never told to brainwash them master. Emperor : Shut up!
[Dalek Camp]
Dalek 2 pushes Terag into the camp. Terag : What am I going to do here? Dalek 2 : Look to your right! (Terag looks to the right) You must drag this test dalek to the testing room, you will be tied to the dalek. Terag : Fine. The Dalek holds a rope with his plunger. Dalek 2 : Tie this to the dalek. Terag ties the rope around The Dalek and tightens it upon himself. Terag : Where is the testing room? Dalek 2 : Forward, take a left, take two rights and a left and straight forward. I will follow you to see your progress, any stopping or breaks will result in punishment. Terag : But they are heavy. Dalek 2 : We don’t care. We will motivate you with zaps. Terag : (Gets zapped) Ah! Ok! I’m on it! Terag starts trying to drag the Dalek but he manages to move it a couple of inches before stopping. After that, he got zapped. Dalek 2 : Get back to work! Terag : Fine! This is worse than hell I tell you! This is worse than hell!
[Cherry’s Room]
Cherry : After 30 minutes, I’ve completed my bloody tea. Carla : Finally, I’m not making you another one. Cherry : But I want one. Carla : You aren’t getting any. Ruby goes into the room. Ruby : Mum, how many babies have you fostered since I left, the fridge seems full because of the pictures you have. Carla : I’ve fostered 17. Some for days, some for months but never a year. My favorite was Jamie Hark, an intelligent child he was. Cherry : When she says that, he could recite the ABC’s without making a mistake. Carla : Mum, shush. He could do math problems I couldn’t do. Cherry : I’ve never heard someone say they couldn’t do 1+1. Cherry starts laughing with Ruby, Carla doesn’t get what’s happening. Carla : How do you guys have such a good sense of humor? I’m not funny one bit and you crack jokes any time you get. Cherry : It’s because I have an old woman humor. Carla : (Laughing) Makes sense. Ruby : This is the best family reunion ever. Carla : Shopping will be here any moment, look after gran while I wait. Ruby : But I’m going to meet up with some friends Carla : But you just got here, I want to see more of you. Ruby : Please? Carla : Ok, you can go out with your friends, I’ll stay with gran. Ruby : Alright, see ya later nan and mum. Both : Bye! Ruby leaves the house.
[Streets]
Ruby walks out of the home, she walks to the left. Ruby : Morning Mrs Flood. Mrs Flood : Morning Ruby, nice to see you again.
[Bar]
Bartholomew : What do you want today Ruby? Ruby : I want a glass of red wine. Bartholomew : (Wiping the tables) Ok, what do your friends want? Trudy : I’ll have Beer. Girl 1 : I’ll have beer too. Girl 2 : I’ll have gin. Bartholomew : That will be £54. Trudy : That’s on me. (Brings out her card and pays for the drinks) Rubes, it’s your first time I've seen you since forever, I don’t want you to pay for your drinks. Ruby and her friends sit down at a table and start chatting away. Trudy : So… How’s life been? Ruby : Amazing, I saw some stuff with my new friend. Trudy : Like? Ruby : I can’t say. It's complicated. Girl 1 : You’ve been gone for so long. Girl 2 : Yeah Ruby, you haven’t spent any time with us since christmas eve. Ruby : It's complicated Suddenly, the earth shakes again. Trudy : Not again. It’s been happening for days, it’s really not funny anymore. The TV in the bar suddenly goes static and a voice can be heard.
[Base] Emperor : You all will be exterminated! All humans on earth beware of the force that is awaiting! For you will all feel the wrath of the daleks! The TV turns off.
[Bar]
Ruby : It can’t be. Trudy : What? What is it? Ruby : I’ve faced them before. Trudy : Faced what? Ruby : The daleks.
[Base] Emperor : Daleks! The plan is in place! All humans will be annihilated!
[bar]
Trudy : What are the daleks? Ruby : a race of death, ultimate destruction. Trudy : What a bunch of nonsense. Barista : I have your drinks, one gin, one wine and two beers. The barista puts the drinks on the table. Ruby : Thank you. Trudy : Thank you. Girl 1 and 2 : Thank you. Barista walks away.
[Dystopian Earth]
????? : I can sense it. The end has begun.
[Tardis]
The doctor suddenly wakes up. Doctor : Did I just say something? Was it my mind? (Stands up from the chair) What should I do next? I've already slept because of constant boredom. Look at space. (The doctor walks to the door and opens it, revealing himself on earth.) Since when was I here? I never landed. (The doctor walks out of the Tardis)
[Streets]
Doctor : Earth, is it still 29th April 2025? The Tardis makes a noise. Doctor : It is. Lovely. The doctor walks away.
[Outside the bar]
Trudy : This is where we leave. Goodbye Rubes, hope to see you again later. Ruby : See you all next week. Ruby starts walking away from Trudy and her other friends.
[Dalek Camp]
Dalek 2 : Have you completed your task!? Terag : Why are all of these people here? Dalek 2 : Because we need our slaves. Terag : I agree with the plan. Dalek 2 : I do not believe you. Get back to work! Terag still drags the Dalek through the cave. Dalek 2 : (Goes to another slave) Go to the emperor and beg for his forgiveness, he shall hear your scream for forgiveness! Slave goes towards the base.
[Base]
Leo : (Crying) I beg for forgiveness. Please, I don’t want to suffer anymore in the hands of the daleks. Emperor : You shall scream until your lungs and voice cannot take your screams anymore! Leo : (Crying) Please don’t do this to me? I was the survivor on Drandreggora! You killed my people in a conquest of Xanxium! You destroyed our entire race and kept us as puppets! Emperor : Beg! Leo : I beg! Please! Just let me go! I’ll bring you the seer. Kurt can help you! Emperor : Scanning. (Beam rays from its stalk) The prisoner tells the truth, you must bring your prophet over to us immediately! Leo : You aren’t using him. Emperor : You will face extermination if you do not comply! Leo : I don’t know where Kurt is now, you’d have to release me for me to find him. Emperor : We are not letting you escape, we will call Kurt down to the base. Leo : What? No. Emperor : Don’t argue with me! Daleks! Call Kurt! Leo : There’s many Kurt’s in London. Emperor : Last name chan. Leo : How did you know!? Dalek 1 : You don’t know anyone in London, in our records, Kurt Chan was one of the people who were on Drandreggora who escaped and fled. Dalek 4 : Hypnotic call progressing… Now. A wave of energy goes around the direction where Kurt is.
[Streets]
Kurt is walking along the streets, in a purple cloak and suddenly he stops. Dalek 4 : Come to us Kurt Chan. Kurt : Yes master. Kurt walks like a robot, eyes wide open and goes towards the dalek base.
[Base]
Dalek 4 : Emperor! Kurt Chan is coming. Emperor : We shall wait for his arrival! Start contacting Skaro! We need more daleks! Dalek 4 : On it. The dalek puts its plunger on the controls.
[Skaro]
Dalek 5 : We have gotten a message from planet earth. Supreme : What does the message say? Dalek 5 : Invasion fleet. Supreme : We need to send daleks to earth for the invasion. Dalek 6 : Bring the special weapons dalek for the invasion. He is well equipped. Supreme : Bring the special weapons dalek to spaceship One. Dalek 5 : How many spaceships will be launched? Supreme : 7 spaceships will be launched for each of the continents . Dalek 6 : We will get the spaceships ready for launch. Supreme : I will stay here and give you orders. Dalek 6 : We take all of our orders from the superior. Emperor dalek.
[Base]
Emperor : Keep track of Kurt! Make sure that he comes to the right place. Dalek 4 : He is near the base. Approximately 6 minutes. Emperor : Have you gotten any note from Skaro? Dalek 4 : Not yet. A message pops up. Dalek 4 : A message has just been sent from the supreme dalek. It says "We are getting ready for the invasion.” Emperor : The invasion takes place tomorrow! Today is The Eve of Armageddon, no one will expect us to come. Dalek 4 : Didn’t you just send a message to the earth via all televisions? Emperor : They won’t believe the message, it is a joke to the humans. Leo : They think everything is a joke. Emperor : Speaking is prohibited! Leo : Ok. Emperor : What did I just say!? Leo : Speaking is prohibited. Emperor : Exactly, now shut up! Leo stays quiet as he looks down to the ground. Emperor : Go back to the dalek camp! Dalek 1 and 3 plunge Leo's back as they drag him towards the Dalek camp.
[Ruby’s House]
Ruby comes back from the bar and slowly closes the door, not wanting to awake Carla and Cherry but she didn’t notice something behind her as she closed the door. Doctor : Hello Ruby. Ruby turns around to see the doctor. Ruby : What are you doing here? Doctor : Something’s wrong. Ruby : I know. Doctor : I saw dystopian earth, something bad is happening here. Ruby : You weren’t here to see the TV’s. A message from the daleks appeared: they're coming for earth. Doctor : Are you sure? Ruby : Yes. Doctor : Are you lying to me? Ruby : No. Doctor : I believe you, but I don't know what to do. Ruby : Where are you going to sleep? Doctor : Idk. Ruby : I’ll sleep on the sofa tonight, you can sleep in my bed. Doctor : No, I'll sleep on your sofa, you can sleep in your bed. Ruby : That’s ok to me.
[Base]
Kurt walks in. Kurt : You called. Emperor : You are a seer! Tell us the future. What will happen when we invade and enslave earth!? Kurt : I will have to look through my inner eye first if you want to find out what will happen in the future my lord . (Suddenly, he makes a weird noise) The earth will die in the hands of the daleks. One survivor will live in the aftermath. His name is unknown. Our earth will be dystopian for years to come. Emperor : You will tell me more when the events unfold. Kurt : Where will I go tonight? Emperor : You will be kept in the dalek prison! Kurt : Why? Emperor : You are my puppet! Do as I say! Kurt : Why? Emperor : Daleks! Set the power to maximum! The power turns up and Kurt starts to shake… then stops. Kurt : I serve for the dalek emperor. Emperor : Go to your cell! The daleks will escort you! The daleks escort Kurt out of the room to his cell.
[Cell]
The cell door opens Dalek 2 : Get inside. Kurt walks inside of the cell and the door closes behind him, locking itself. Dalek 3 : May the power of hypnotic energy compel you. Kurt : (Stumbles) Where am I? (Look at the daleks) The daleks! (Falls into the cell bed) You were in Drandreggora and now you are on earth! I thought I escaped the wrath of the daleks! Who ratted on me!? Dalek 3 : Leo Walkstomnere. Kurt : Leo! Oh I'll kill you! (Goes to the bars and rattles them) I’ll kill you! I’ll get my revenge!
[Base]
Leo : Have I got your forgiveness? Am I allowed to be free? Emperor : Ratting on someone of your own species isn’t forgivable. Leo : Please! I gave you the seer, the best thing that you could ever have. Emperor : We conquested Drandreggora for the Time Bomb. I heard that it might be on earth. Leo : Someone might have it, I'm not sure. Emperor : We will conquest earth for the time bomb. Leo : What even is the time bomb? Emperor : It can bomb history itself, we can destroy planets and people with our bomb, it can transform from one form to another. Leo : Are you mad?! Emperor : No! We want to be the only race in the universe! Leo : Kill me if you want to start your invasion! Emperor : Daleks! Exterminate him! The Daleks get in formation. Emperor : Exterminate! Daleks : Exterminate! Exterminate! They blast Leo to death, he falls to the ground.
[Ruby's House]
Ruby : Here is your cup of tea with 2 sugars, just how you like it. Hands is to The Doctor Doctor : Thank you Ruby. (Takes a sip) Delicious. Ruby : Thanks. Doctor : So, the dalek situation, does no one take it seriously? Ruby : Yes. If they knew their world was ending, we’d be in a purge. Doctor : We should warn you. Ruby : No, you’ll sound like a mad person saying the world is ending. (Sitting down) What made you come back? Doctor : The Tardis took me to dystopian earth, a cloaked figure warned me that I’ve seen what I shouldn’t have, I think that daleks will destroy earth and I have to see the future of the earth. Ruby : Are you sure, you don’t even know what year it was? Doctor : True. The doctor takes another sip of tea. Ruby : We need to stop the daleks. Doctor : But I don’t know how.
[Skaro]
Dalek 5 : Special weapons dalek. Get on the ship. The special weapons dalek goes up the steep slope. Dalek 5 : Supreme dalek! Where are the rest of the daleks. Supreme : They are on their way. Dalek 5 : They should already be here. Supreme : Do not question me. Dalek 5 : I did not question you. 4 Daleks go over to the ship Dalek 7 : We are here. We will pilot the ship. Dalek 5 : Get inside the ship. The 4 Daleks go inside of the ship. Dalek 5 : It is time for the invasion.
[Base]
Emperor : When will my transferral begin? Dalek 1 : Do not get ahead of yourself. Emperor : I will become the King of The Daleks. Davros The Second I will be. Dalek 1 : You will be the dalek king. Emperor : And I will rule over earth. Dalek 3 : Emperor! The message of the Television is making headlines.
[TV]
Trinity : Good evening everyone. Tonight while we were at home, work, partying or whatever we were doing was interrupted today by the televisions in what place. A recording by a local in Whitechapel has recorded the event. According to the video, the people with the pseudonyms of daleks have taken over the Televisions. We will all be exterminated, the biggest joke of the internet today. Our race will die, what a lie said by the hackers and jokesters. We are currently tracking the message to see where it came from. This is the Trinity Wells Show and this is Trinity Wells. Good evening everyone.
[Base]
Emperor : People think this is a joke. They should take this seriously! We are not to be played or messed around with! Exterminate the humans at once! Dalek 2 : This is good news emperor. Emperor : Why?! Dalek 2 : They don’t believe us, they will not do anything to retaliate or do anything but when we attack, it will be too late for the humans. Emperor : Good work dalek. We shall strike!
[Cell]
Kurt : Time is changing for the best For The daleks will get eternal rest Not for long as they will come back, always If the doctor doesn’t arrive, none of us survive. (He goes out of his trance) Luckily they didn’t hear that.
[Base]
Emperor : Our invasion begins with my transferral. Dalek 1 : The casing is ready. The plan is to wait until midnight. Dalek 3 : Wait until the morning, where there will be loads of people on the street who will see you rise. Emperor : Great plan. Wait for the morning.
[Ruby’s house]
Ruby : I’m off to bed, good night doctor. Doctor : Goodnight too. They both go to their separate rooms, the lights turning off as they go in.
[House]
Woman : Goodnight Ben. Ben (Child) : Night mum. She turns off the lamp and leaves the ro but before closing the door, she stands there. Woman : (Closing the door) Good night, sleep tight, don’t let the bed bugs night. The door closes, Ben going to sleep. ????? (Voice) : The whole world went dark. The next morning was the beginning of a nightmare and no one knew. The time when the doctor couldn’t save the world.
(Morning)
[Base]
Dalek 2 : We are ready emperor. The morning is here, the invasion of earth shall begin. Emperor : My transferral will take hours. Dalek 1 : The afternoon it will be by the time the Dalek transferral ends. Emperor : Then we shall begin the dalek transferral! Dalek 1 : Open the casing. The casing opens from the head.The slimy tentacles of the dalek slops out of the casing.
[Ruby’s house]
Ruby : Good morning, I’ve made you a cup of tea for the morning. Doctor : (In bed) Good morning Ruby. (Take a cup of tea) Thank you. Carla : (Walks in) Morning Ruby. Who are you talking to? (Looks at the doctor) What’s he doing here? Doctor : I’m just staying for the night, I'll be gone soon. Carla : Great, I can’t have another person in this house. Even the cracks in the ceiling can’t stand this . doctor : What crack? Carla : The shakes of the earth have cracked the ceiling just like christmas eve.
[St Bartholomew’s Church]
Priest : We need to activate the bell, the day of the Daleks is here, the massacre of 30th April 2025 begins today, they weren’t hackers, they are actual creatures. Arthur : Are you sure? How do you know they weren’t hackers? Priest : Why is the earth shaking? Something shady is going on. Reports of the shaking range from Afghanistan to Zimbabwe, this is no coincidence if every country in the world is experiencing it. It’s coming from the middle of the earth, underneath, where were the daleks in the video? A cave. They have built an underground base and they are doing something. Arthur : You’ve proven your point, ring the bell. The priest goes to the rope. Priest : Are you ready? Arthur : Yes. If you insist. The priest that’s on the rope and the bell makes a loud noise.
[Ruby’s House]
Carla : Do you hear that? Doctor : Hear what? Carla : Listen. The bell rings. Doctor : A bell. Ruby : (Walks in) I’ve never heard the bell before in my life. Why is it ringing now? Doctor : It’s the Bell of Death. Carla : What should we do? Everything is silent.
[St Bartholomew’s church]
The shot of the bell is seen sideways as the bell rings.
[End of Episode]
[Next Episode - The Five Bells of St Bartholomew’s Church]
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[Street] The TARDIS lands and the doctor walks out with Ruby. Ruby : We’re back on earth. I can visit my mother again. Doctor : (Sniffs the air) This is London. Ruby : (Crossing her arms) You can tell where we are by sniffing the air. Doctor, you are truly mad. Doctor : (Walking to a lady coming out of her house) It’s my power. Ruby : Doctor, what are you doing? Doctor : (In front of the Lady) Sorry mamme, What is the date today? Clarissa : (Takes out her earpods) What did you say sir? Doctor : What date is it today? Clarissa : 29th April 2025. She puts her earphone back in and starts jogging . The doctor goes back to Ruby. Doctor : We are in the right place at the right time. Ruby : (Hugs the doctor) Thank you so much, I’m going to see my mum! (Slowly, stop hugging the doctor ) But… Can you give me a lift? Doctor : I won’t guarantee a return to where and when we are now but you could take the bus. Ruby : It’s fine doctor, I could just take the bus or tube back home, I am in London after all. Doctor : Great, I’ll see you later then. Ruby : Goodbye doctor. Ruby walks towards the station while the doctor goes to the TARDIS, suddenly, the earth shakes violently, the doctor falls to the ground. Doctor : What the hell is happening? The shot then slowly goes down deeper into the earth, showing a massive hole, a base underneath.
[Base]
Dalek 1 : Our plan is ready for action. Going towards the big hole in the middle. Dalek 2 : The D-Bomb is ready to explode. Terag : (Standing below a big object) What is my job now master. Emperor : (Deep and Slow) Evacuate the humans! Terag : But what would we do with them master? Emperor : Three choices. Kill! Abandon! Convert! Terag : Convert. Emperor : Now set up the plan with the supreme dalek! Terag : On it master. He walks away to the supreme dalek. Emperor: (Looks at the camera) Our plan shall begin!
[Title Sequence]
[Street]
Doctor : What the hell is happening? The doctor gets up and opens the TARDIS door and goes inside.
[TARDIS]
Doctor : (Speaking to the console) TARDIS. There is something wrong, why is the earth shaking violently? (TARDIS makes a noise, the doctor sits down) Earthquake? Are you completely sure? (Makes another noise) Your detecting activity, like what? (Makes another noise) You’ve detected drilling. Drilling for what? (Makes another noise) You don’t know, well then, I’ll have to find out what is causing this ruckus. (Stands up and pulls a lever, the TARDIS starts to dematerialise) Time to find out what’s happening! (The TARDIS lands with a tremendous force, flinging the doctor back) Woah. (Stands up) Time to explore. (The doctor leaves the TARDIS, this time, everything was foggy, the trees were dead and all the houses were destroyed, no sight of humans, it was entirely empty. Suddenly, a cloaked figure appeared from the foggy area. ????? : You’ve seen what you shouldn’t have. Doctor : Who are you? ????? : (Shakes his head) I’m the survivor. Doctor : The survivor of what? ????? : You shall not be told what is not meant to be told. Doctor : Tell me. ????? : You will figure out when the time comes, doctor. Doctor : How do you know my name!? ????? : You’ll figure it out. Doctor : I think I should leave. ????? : The doctor runs away For once he will never stay A lord from Gallifrey For he will find a way. The doctor stumbles into the TARDIS, dematerialising immediately, leaving the cloaked figure behind. ????? : I’m the last of lords, for the doctor will die in Twenty four hours.
[Ruby’s House]
The door opens, ruby goes inside. Ruby : mum! I’m home! Carla runs out of the kitchen. Carla : (Crying) Ruby! Ruby : (Crying) It’s nice to see you again. Carla kisses Ruby on the head. Carla : I thought you were gone forever. Ruby : Luckily I'm here. Carla : I’m glad you’re here now. Is the doctor with you? Ruby : No, why? Carla : Look at the ceiling. They both look at the ceiling, cracked through the entire house. Ruby : What happened to the ceiling? Carla : Everything is shaking, have you experienced it yet? Ruby : Yes. The earth randomly shook, luckily i didn’t fall. Carla : Don’t tell me you’re going to leave? Ruby : I’ll stay. Where’s Nanny? Carla : Sleeping. Do you want to see her? Ruby : I’d love to. They both walk to Cherry’s room.
[Cherry’s Room]
Carla knocks on the open door, symbolizing her presence. Cherry wakes up. Cherry : I said don’t wake me up! (Looks at Ruby) Oh! My sweet child is here! Ruby runs up to Cherry and hugs her tightly. not too tight my dear, I'm a frail lady. Ruby : I’ll never leave your side again. Carla : Does that mean you're staying here? Ruby : (Turns to Carla) I’ll think about it. Cherry : She stayin’?! Carla : She said she’s thinking about it. Cherry : Good, good. Now! Where’s my bloody cuppa tea!? Carla : You were asleep mum! Cherry : But I told you to make me tea when I woke up. Ruby : (Stands up) I’ll do it for you. Carla : Nope, I’ll be doing it, you just came back, you ain’t doing any work today. Carla walks out of the room, Ruby following along. Cherry : Ah ah, you ain’t leaving. Ruby stops and goes back to her grandmother. Ruby : What do you want now? Cherry : Tell me about the man…. The doctor. Ruby : I’ll tell you a story. Cherry :Don’t make it too long, I might go back to sleep. Ruby : Fine. Once upon a time. Cherry is asleep, snoring. Ruby : Nanny! Cherry wakes up suddenly. Cherry : Sorry, old woman weakness. Ruby : Once upon a time, we found a planet named Xanth. It fades into a planet.
[Xanth]
Ruby : (The Tardis flies past) The Tardis was flying at a tremendous rate, we didn’t know where we were going, it was fate all around us. Cherry : Get to the good parts. Ruby : We found a shipwreck, (Picture of a shipwreck) it was new, no dust, sand drowning the ship in its entirety. We didn’t go inside, the doctor seemed frightened, tried to go back to the Tardis but it left. Cherry : Sounds interesting. Ruby : We were stranded. Cherry : I was stranded on the streets once. I tried to run away from home. Ha! Ruby : Nice one, next. We met with a person called Trabesius. (Trabesius appears)He was a nice guy, he checked the shipwreck for us, but he never came out. The only thing that came out were the daleks. (The daleks rush out of the spaceship.) Dalek 1 : Exterminate! Cherry : What are daleks, aliens? Don’t tell me. Ruby : And then… I don’t remember what happened, it was like my memory was erased. There was one thing I do remember, waking up in someone’s arms.
[flashback]
Ruby wakes up. Doctor : Don’t worry, you're safe with me.
[Cherry’s bedroom]
Cherry : These stories are mad. Why is he called the doctor when he isn’t a doctor? Ruby : A pseudonym. Carla comes into the room with tea. Carla : I have tea. Cherry : Here comes the party pooper. Carla : I’m fun. Cherry : Say that to a shopping trip with a hundred vouchers, that’s fun for you. Carla : Do you want tea or not? Cherry : If you don’t give me my tea I'll personally give you my own whooping. (Cherry starts laughing) Just kidding, now give me my tea. Carla hands her the tea. Cherry : Thank you child. Carla : Remember, I am fun. Cherry : Sorry, I have dementia. (Laughs) Ruby : Stop trying to be a jokester. Cherry : It’s fun. Ruby : Should I leave, you need to drink your tea. Cherry takes a sip. Cherry : Child! How many sugars did you put in my tea!? Carla : (From the kitchen) Two! Cherry : I always have three! God! Now you have dementia! Ruby : Nanny! Cherry : Sorry child. Ruby leaves the room, Carla walking into the room with a sugar cube, throws it at cherry. Carla : You're putting it in yourself. Cherry : I was going to do it myself. (Kisses her teeth)
[Kitchen]
Open the fridge. Ruby : What should I have today, haven’t eaten anything today, i’m starving? Carla : Ruby! We have shopping coming later, there’s nothing in the fridge to eat! Ruby : Ok! Close the fridge. Suddenly, the earth shakes again. Cherry : Oi! If that happens again, I'm giving the earth a spanking! Ruby : Something’s wrong.
[TARDIS]
Doctor : Something’s wrong. The doctor is sitting in a chair in the Tardis, reading a book. Doctor : A manual on how to operate a dalek, I wonder where I got this from, probably Davros. The doctor throws the book away Doctor : I need something better, how about ‘A Time Lords Tale’? (Flips to the first page.) Tale one, Seven Sisters. The best story ever. Chloe, Alice, Mary, Charlotte, Rosemary, Lizzie and Jeanne, the seven sisters of jealousy. I remember the story, one of my favorites. One sister tries to end the other because they have a better life than the other. (The doctor closes the book and throws it away) Do I have a TV in here? I do have Tardis recalls from previous adventures, I should have a look at that. (The screen suddenly appears and showcases an adventure) What adventure is this?
[Jungle]
Ghaar : Everybody run! The jungle is on fire! (Everyone starts screaming.) Dalek 1 : Inferno! Set fire to the jungle! Ghaar : They’re here! The daleks are here! The scene stops.
[Tardis]
Doctor : The Karetin tribe in the jungle of fire, that’s what I called that adventure. Ah, my memories flood every time I see or hear about my legacy. (Turns to the console) Where are we going next? (Tardis makes a noise) You don’t know, that’s your best response.
[Base]
Emperor : Daleks! Sterilize the bomb! Dalek 3 : Already on it emperor. Emperor : Complete the plan! Terag : Why do we need a bomb in the first place? Emperor : This is our second objective! If we fail our first, this is our final resort! Terag : What is the first objective master? Emperor : I shall not tell you, you haven’t earned my trust completely. Terag : I will get the spaceships ready. Emperor : Do not transport the humans! They will be our pets! Terag : What!? You can’t possibly do that! Emperor : Don’t question our Stratagem! Our subordinates shall be our pets! Terag : But I am a human. Emperor : No you are not! You come from the planet Zeos! Terag : We still call our people humans. Emperor : We target the people on Earth! We saved you! Now you shall help us! Terag : I guess, but I still don’t agree with the plan. Dalek 2 : If you don’t agree, we will send you to the dalek camp. Terag : But you are going to enslave and kill billions. Dalek 2 : No point in fighting against us, our power is greater and stronger, we can execute you before you even speak. Terag : Take me to the dalek camp then, I don’t like this plan and I don’t like the daleks. Emperor : This is a mockery of the dalek race! Our humans must be brainwashed into agreeing with this plan! Dalek 4 : We take our orders from you master. We only serve to exterminate, destroy and punish! We were never told to brainwash them master. Emperor : Shut up!
[Dalek Camp]
Dalek 2 pushes Terag into the camp. Terag : What am I going to do here? Dalek 2 : Look to your right! (Terag looks to the right) You must drag this test dalek to the testing room, you will be tied to the dalek. Terag : Fine. The Dalek holds a rope with his plunger. Dalek 2 : Tie this to the dalek. Terag ties the rope around The Dalek and tightens it upon himself. Terag : Where is the testing room? Dalek 2 : Forward, take a left, take two rights and a left and straight forward. I will follow you to see your progress, any stopping or breaks will result in punishment. Terag : But they are heavy. Dalek 2 : We don’t care. We will motivate you with zaps. Terag : (Gets zapped) Ah! Ok! I’m on it! Terag starts trying to drag the Dalek but he manages to move it a couple of inches before stopping. After that, he got zapped. Dalek 2 : Get back to work! Terag : Fine! This is worse than hell I tell you! This is worse than hell!
[Cherry’s Room]
Cherry : After 30 minutes, I’ve completed my bloody tea. Carla : Finally, I’m not making you another one. Cherry : But I want one. Carla : You aren’t getting any. Ruby goes into the room. Ruby : Mum, how many babies have you fostered since I left, the fridge seems full because of the pictures you have. Carla : I’ve fostered 17. Some for days, some for months but never a year. My favorite was Jamie Hark, an intelligent child he was. Cherry : When she says that, he could recite the ABC’s without making a mistake. Carla : Mum, shush. He could do math problems I couldn’t do. Cherry : I’ve never heard someone say they couldn’t do 1+1. Cherry starts laughing with Ruby, Carla doesn’t get what’s happening. Carla : How do you guys have such a good sense of humor? I’m not funny one bit and you crack jokes any time you get. Cherry : It’s because I have an old woman humor. Carla : (Laughing) Makes sense. Ruby : This is the best family reunion ever. Carla : Shopping will be here any moment, look after gran while I wait. Ruby : But I’m going to meet up with some friends Carla : But you just got here, I want to see more of you. Ruby : Please? Carla : Ok, you can go out with your friends, I’ll stay with gran. Ruby : Alright, see ya later nan and mum. Both : Bye! Ruby leaves the house.
[Streets]
Ruby walks out of the home, she walks to the left. Ruby : Morning Mrs Flood. Mrs Flood : Morning Ruby, nice to see you again.
[Bar]
Bartholomew : What do you want today Ruby? Ruby : I want a glass of red wine. Bartholomew : (Wiping the tables) Ok, what do your friends want? Trudy : I’ll have Beer. Girl 1 : I’ll have beer too. Girl 2 : I’ll have gin. Bartholomew : That will be £54. Trudy : That’s on me. (Brings out her card and pays for the drinks) Rubes, it’s your first time I've seen you since forever, I don’t want you to pay for your drinks. Ruby and her friends sit down at a table and start chatting away. Trudy : So… How’s life been? Ruby : Amazing, I saw some stuff with my new friend. Trudy : Like? Ruby : I can’t say. It's complicated. Girl 1 : You’ve been gone for so long. Girl 2 : Yeah Ruby, you haven’t spent any time with us since christmas eve. Ruby : It's complicated Suddenly, the earth shakes again. Trudy : Not again. It’s been happening for days, it’s really not funny anymore. The TV in the bar suddenly goes static and a voice can be heard.
[Base] Emperor : You all will be exterminated! All humans on earth beware of the force that is awaiting! For you will all feel the wrath of the daleks! The TV turns off.
[Bar]
Ruby : It can’t be. Trudy : What? What is it? Ruby : I’ve faced them before. Trudy : Faced what? Ruby : The daleks.
[Base] Emperor : Daleks! The plan is in place! All humans will be annihilated!
[bar]
Trudy : What are the daleks? Ruby : a race of death, ultimate destruction. Trudy : What a bunch of nonsense. Barista : I have your drinks, one gin, one wine and two beers. The barista puts the drinks on the table. Ruby : Thank you. Trudy : Thank you. Girl 1 and 2 : Thank you. Barista walks away.
[Dystopian Earth]
????? : I can sense it. The end has begun.
[Tardis]
The doctor suddenly wakes up. Doctor : Did I just say something? Was it my mind? (Stands up from the chair) What should I do next? I've already slept because of constant boredom. Look at space. (The doctor walks to the door and opens it, revealing himself on earth.) Since when was I here? I never landed. (The doctor walks out of the Tardis)
[Streets]
Doctor : Earth, is it still 29th April 2025? The Tardis makes a noise. Doctor : It is. Lovely. The doctor walks away.
[Outside the bar]
Trudy : This is where we leave. Goodbye Rubes, hope to see you again later. Ruby : See you all next week. Ruby starts walking away from Trudy and her other friends.
[Dalek Camp]
Dalek 2 : Have you completed your task!? Terag : Why are all of these people here? Dalek 2 : Because we need our slaves. Terag : I agree with the plan. Dalek 2 : I do not believe you. Get back to work! Terag still drags the Dalek through the cave. Dalek 2 : (Goes to another slave) Go to the emperor and beg for his forgiveness, he shall hear your scream for forgiveness! Slave goes towards the base.
[Base]
Leo : (Crying) I beg for forgiveness. Please, I don’t want to suffer anymore in the hands of the daleks. Emperor : You shall scream until your lungs and voice cannot take your screams anymore! Leo : (Crying) Please don’t do this to me? I was the survivor on Drandreggora! You killed my people in a conquest of Xanxium! You destroyed our entire race and kept us as puppets! Emperor : Beg! Leo : I beg! Please! Just let me go! I’ll bring you the seer. Kurt can help you! Emperor : Scanning. (Beam rays from its stalk) The prisoner tells the truth, you must bring your prophet over to us immediately! Leo : You aren’t using him. Emperor : You will face extermination if you do not comply! Leo : I don’t know where Kurt is now, you’d have to release me for me to find him. Emperor : We are not letting you escape, we will call Kurt down to the base. Leo : What? No. Emperor : Don’t argue with me! Daleks! Call Kurt! Leo : There’s many Kurt’s in London. Emperor : Last name chan. Leo : How did you know!? Dalek 1 : You don’t know anyone in London, in our records, Kurt Chan was one of the people who were on Drandreggora who escaped and fled. Dalek 4 : Hypnotic call progressing… Now. A wave of energy goes around the direction where Kurt is.
[Streets]
Kurt is walking along the streets, in a purple cloak and suddenly he stops. Dalek 4 : Come to us Kurt Chan. Kurt : Yes master. Kurt walks like a robot, eyes wide open and goes towards the dalek base.
[Base]
Dalek 4 : Emperor! Kurt Chan is coming. Emperor : We shall wait for his arrival! Start contacting Skaro! We need more daleks! Dalek 4 : On it. The dalek puts its plunger on the controls.
[Skaro]
Dalek 5 : We have gotten a message from planet earth. Supreme : What does the message say? Dalek 5 : Invasion fleet. Supreme : We need to send daleks to earth for the invasion. Dalek 6 : Bring the special weapons dalek for the invasion. He is well equipped. Supreme : Bring the special weapons dalek to spaceship One. Dalek 5 : How many spaceships will be launched? Supreme : 7 spaceships will be launched for each of the continents . Dalek 6 : We will get the spaceships ready for launch. Supreme : I will stay here and give you orders. Dalek 6 : We take all of our orders from the superior. Emperor dalek.
[Base]
Emperor : Keep track of Kurt! Make sure that he comes to the right place. Dalek 4 : He is near the base. Approximately 6 minutes. Emperor : Have you gotten any note from Skaro? Dalek 4 : Not yet. A message pops up. Dalek 4 : A message has just been sent from the supreme dalek. It says "We are getting ready for the invasion.” Emperor : The invasion takes place tomorrow! Today is The Eve of Armageddon, no one will expect us to come. Dalek 4 : Didn’t you just send a message to the earth via all televisions? Emperor : They won’t believe the message, it is a joke to the humans. Leo : They think everything is a joke. Emperor : Speaking is prohibited! Leo : Ok. Emperor : What did I just say!? Leo : Speaking is prohibited. Emperor : Exactly, now shut up! Leo stays quiet as he looks down to the ground. Emperor : Go back to the dalek camp! Dalek 1 and 3 plunge Leo's back as they drag him towards the Dalek camp.
[Ruby’s House]
Ruby comes back from the bar and slowly closes the door, not wanting to awake Carla and Cherry but she didn’t notice something behind her as she closed the door. Doctor : Hello Ruby. Ruby turns around to see the doctor. Ruby : What are you doing here? Doctor : Something’s wrong. Ruby : I know. Doctor : I saw dystopian earth, something bad is happening here. Ruby : You weren’t here to see the TV’s. A message from the daleks appeared: they're coming for earth. Doctor : Are you sure? Ruby : Yes. Doctor : Are you lying to me? Ruby : No. Doctor : I believe you, but I don't know what to do. Ruby : Where are you going to sleep? Doctor : Idk. Ruby : I’ll sleep on the sofa tonight, you can sleep in my bed. Doctor : No, I'll sleep on your sofa, you can sleep in your bed. Ruby : That’s ok to me.
[Base]
Kurt walks in. Kurt : You called. Emperor : You are a seer! Tell us the future. What will happen when we invade and enslave earth!? Kurt : I will have to look through my inner eye first if you want to find out what will happen in the future my lord . (Suddenly, he makes a weird noise) The earth will die in the hands of the daleks. One survivor will live in the aftermath. His name is unknown. Our earth will be dystopian for years to come. Emperor : You will tell me more when the events unfold. Kurt : Where will I go tonight? Emperor : You will be kept in the dalek prison! Kurt : Why? Emperor : You are my puppet! Do as I say! Kurt : Why? Emperor : Daleks! Set the power to maximum! The power turns up and Kurt starts to shake… then stops. Kurt : I serve for the dalek emperor. Emperor : Go to your cell! The daleks will escort you! The daleks escort Kurt out of the room to his cell.
[Cell]
The cell door opens Dalek 2 : Get inside. Kurt walks inside of the cell and the door closes behind him, locking itself. Dalek 3 : May the power of hypnotic energy compel you. Kurt : (Stumbles) Where am I? (Look at the daleks) The daleks! (Falls into the cell bed) You were in Drandreggora and now you are on earth! I thought I escaped the wrath of the daleks! Who ratted on me!? Dalek 3 : Leo Walkstomnere. Kurt : Leo! Oh I'll kill you! (Goes to the bars and rattles them) I’ll kill you! I’ll get my revenge!
[Base]
Leo : Have I got your forgiveness? Am I allowed to be free? Emperor : Ratting on someone of your own species isn’t forgivable. Leo : Please! I gave you the seer, the best thing that you could ever have. Emperor : We conquested Drandreggora for the Time Bomb. I heard that it might be on earth. Leo : Someone might have it, I'm not sure. Emperor : We will conquest earth for the time bomb. Leo : What even is the time bomb? Emperor : It can bomb history itself, we can destroy planets and people with our bomb, it can transform from one form to another. Leo : Are you mad?! Emperor : No! We want to be the only race in the universe! Leo : Kill me if you want to start your invasion! Emperor : Daleks! Exterminate him! The Daleks get in formation. Emperor : Exterminate! Daleks : Exterminate! Exterminate! They blast Leo to death, he falls to the ground.
[Ruby's House]
Ruby : Here is your cup of tea with 2 sugars, just how you like it. Hands is to The Doctor Doctor : Thank you Ruby. (Takes a sip) Delicious. Ruby : Thanks. Doctor : So, the dalek situation, does no one take it seriously? Ruby : Yes. If they knew their world was ending, we’d be in a purge. Doctor : We should warn you. Ruby : No, you’ll sound like a mad person saying the world is ending. (Sitting down) What made you come back? Doctor : The Tardis took me to dystopian earth, a cloaked figure warned me that I’ve seen what I shouldn’t have, I think that daleks will destroy earth and I have to see the future of the earth. Ruby : Are you sure, you don’t even know what year it was? Doctor : True. The doctor takes another sip of tea. Ruby : We need to stop the daleks. Doctor : But I don’t know how.
[Skaro]
Dalek 5 : Special weapons dalek. Get on the ship. The special weapons dalek goes up the steep slope. Dalek 5 : Supreme dalek! Where are the rest of the daleks. Supreme : They are on their way. Dalek 5 : They should already be here. Supreme : Do not question me. Dalek 5 : I did not question you. 4 Daleks go over to the ship Dalek 7 : We are here. We will pilot the ship. Dalek 5 : Get inside the ship. The 4 Daleks go inside of the ship. Dalek 5 : It is time for the invasion.
[Base]
Emperor : When will my transferral begin? Dalek 1 : Do not get ahead of yourself. Emperor : I will become the King of The Daleks. Davros The Second I will be. Dalek 1 : You will be the dalek king. Emperor : And I will rule over earth. Dalek 3 : Emperor! The message of the Television is making headlines.
[TV]
Trinity : Good evening everyone. Tonight while we were at home, work, partying or whatever we were doing was interrupted today by the televisions in what place. A recording by a local in Whitechapel has recorded the event. According to the video, the people with the pseudonyms of daleks have taken over the Televisions. We will all be exterminated, the biggest joke of the internet today. Our race will die, what a lie said by the hackers and jokesters. We are currently tracking the message to see where it came from. This is the Trinity Wells Show and this is Trinity Wells. Good evening everyone.
[Base]
Emperor : People think this is a joke. They should take this seriously! We are not to be played or messed around with! Exterminate the humans at once! Dalek 2 : This is good news emperor. Emperor : Why?! Dalek 2 : They don’t believe us, they will not do anything to retaliate or do anything but when we attack, it will be too late for the humans. Emperor : Good work dalek. We shall strike!
[Cell]
Kurt : Time is changing for the best For The daleks will get eternal rest Not for long as they will come back, always If the doctor doesn’t arrive, none of us survive. (He goes out of his trance) Luckily they didn’t hear that.
[Base]
Emperor : Our invasion begins with my transferral. Dalek 1 : The casing is ready. The plan is to wait until midnight. Dalek 3 : Wait until the morning, where there will be loads of people on the street who will see you rise. Emperor : Great plan. Wait for the morning.
[Ruby’s house]
Ruby : I’m off to bed, good night doctor. Doctor : Goodnight too. They both go to their separate rooms, the lights turning off as they go in.
[House]
Woman : Goodnight Ben. Ben (Child) : Night mum. She turns off the lamp and leaves the ro but before closing the door, she stands there. Woman : (Closing the door) Good night, sleep tight, don’t let the bed bugs night. The door closes, Ben going to sleep. ????? (Voice) : The whole world went dark. The next morning was the beginning of a nightmare and no one knew. The time when the doctor couldn’t save the world.
(Morning)
[Base]
Dalek 2 : We are ready emperor. The morning is here, the invasion of earth shall begin. Emperor : My transferral will take hours. Dalek 1 : The afternoon it will be by the time the Dalek transferral ends. Emperor : Then we shall begin the dalek transferral! Dalek 1 : Open the casing. The casing opens from the head.The slimy tentacles of the dalek slops out of the casing.
[Ruby’s house]
Ruby : Good morning, I’ve made you a cup of tea for the morning. Doctor : (In bed) Good morning Ruby. (Take a cup of tea) Thank you. Carla : (Walks in) Morning Ruby. Who are you talking to? (Looks at the doctor) What’s he doing here? Doctor : I’m just staying for the night, I'll be gone soon. Carla : Great, I can’t have another person in this house. Even the cracks in the ceiling can’t stand this . doctor : What crack? Carla : The shakes of the earth have cracked the ceiling just like christmas eve.
[St Bartholomew’s Church]
Priest : We need to activate the bell, the day of the Daleks is here, the massacre of 30th April 2025 begins today, they weren’t hackers, they are actual creatures. Arthur : Are you sure? How do you know they weren’t hackers? Priest : Why is the earth shaking? Something shady is going on. Reports of the shaking range from Afghanistan to Zimbabwe, this is no coincidence if every country in the world is experiencing it. It’s coming from the middle of the earth, underneath, where were the daleks in the video? A cave. They have built an underground base and they are doing something. Arthur : You’ve proven your point, ring the bell. The priest goes to the rope. Priest : Are you ready? Arthur : Yes. If you insist. The priest that’s on the rope and the bell makes a loud noise.
[Ruby’s House]
Carla : Do you hear that? Doctor : Hear what? Carla : Listen. The bell rings. Doctor : A bell. Ruby : (Walks in) I’ve never heard the bell before in my life. Why is it ringing now? Doctor : It’s the Bell of Death. Carla : What should we do? Everything is silent.
[St Bartholomew’s church]
The shot of the bell is seen sideways as the bell rings.
[End of Episode]
[Next Episode - The Five Bells of St Bartholomew’s Church]
2024.05.28 22:08 Mr_Sandizzle Gay & Christianity
Hello everyone, so I posted this in the gay christians subreddit and am awaiting feedback/ repsonses. While doing so I went down the sub and read some of the recent posts and comments, and it started to feel like a huge echo chamber of wanting to serve God and homosexuality at the same time. I did not feel right. So I decided to come here just for feedback and responses to ponder.
I was raised Mormon and fell out with the church a teenager once I realized my sexual attraction and came out as gay. I'm now 37 and have this deep desire to strengthen my understanding and connection with God again. I think about him everyday. I started to read the Bible again and have been absorbing Christian content on YouTube. I've watched deliverance from homosexuality, sickness, demonic ailments videos, etc.
I'm not even quite sure what the point of this post is, but can someone truly be Christian and follow Christ and believe in his sacrifice on the cross, but still turn the other cheek when it comes to sexual attraction?
To my understanding God's grand design, initially, was Adam and Eve, a man and a woman. And because humanity is now so out of touch and connection with God, we're at a place and time where being gay is so widely accepted, and guised as "progressive acceptance." It's reminding me of satan disguised as light. I don't know how to feel, I just want to live a life that glorifies him.
Part of me feels like if being gay is truly a sin, I'm ready (although terrified as I'm been in a committed relationship going on 7 years now) to completely turn away from it now. Is my spiritual hunger for God finally outweighing my human carnal desires of self, or am I going crazy and losing the plot?
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I was raised Mormon and fell out with the church a teenager once I realized my sexual attraction and came out as gay. I'm now 37 and have this deep desire to strengthen my understanding and connection with God again. I think about him everyday. I started to read the Bible again and have been absorbing Christian content on YouTube. I've watched deliverance from homosexuality, sickness, demonic ailments videos, etc.
I'm not even quite sure what the point of this post is, but can someone truly be Christian and follow Christ and believe in his sacrifice on the cross, but still turn the other cheek when it comes to sexual attraction?
To my understanding God's grand design, initially, was Adam and Eve, a man and a woman. And because humanity is now so out of touch and connection with God, we're at a place and time where being gay is so widely accepted, and guised as "progressive acceptance." It's reminding me of satan disguised as light. I don't know how to feel, I just want to live a life that glorifies him.
Part of me feels like if being gay is truly a sin, I'm ready (although terrified as I'm been in a committed relationship going on 7 years now) to completely turn away from it now. Is my spiritual hunger for God finally outweighing my human carnal desires of self, or am I going crazy and losing the plot?
2024.05.28 21:31 FatMani [TOMT][MUSIC][2010s-2020s] Youtube Music Video/song by a four-piece bluegrass band from Nashville, that featured in a different Youtube video
I remember the following things:
I searched my viewing history, but it's too much to go through fully and nothing came up with relevant keywords.
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- It was a 4-piece band. I believe they had a mandolin, a fiddle and a guitar, plus one instrument I can't remember.
- The fiddler was a woman, I think the other members were all men. I believe the mandolin player was the singer.
- The video was at least partly shot in a big room, like a hotel lobby or something. It was empty and the room looked nice and kinda old-fashioned
- They were pretty young, 20s maybe 30s. I think they were from Nashville where at least some of them pursued some sort of musical education.
- The song was pretty recent, late 2010s or 2020s
- I think I heard the video in a different youtube video. I feel like it was some sort of credits song for a video essay. It feels like it was Philosophy Tube (but I'm not thinking of Waiting for Death) or something like that.
- They were all white
I searched my viewing history, but it's too much to go through fully and nothing came up with relevant keywords.
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2024.05.28 21:00 Glittering_Habit_161 This tweet about Colin at the Brothels with two women symbolising...
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2024.05.28 20:57 Diehoe1234 I never wanna hear y’all excuse rapper’s misogyny again.
Kendrick & rap fan since I had my own taste in music growing up. And as u probably guessed I’m not a dude because frankly men don’t care about misogyny when their favs are doing it.
But if y’all are finally deciding to hold the industry to a standard because Kendrick said that being a pedo and woman hater is bad in a catchy song, better late then never to catch up and hold those values consistently for all ur favs lol.
Laughing at Certified Pedophile means nothing if ur gonna platform other pedos, abusers, and generally evil dudes when they’re trending. If basically the whole rap community agrees that Drake’s legacy is broken beyond repair bc of the allegations K raps, I want to see that same energy for Tory Lanez, Diddy (who is a bad guy not because ‘he’s Sus’ but bc he BEATS WOMEN!!! ), Chris Brown, Kodak, NBA Youngboy, Blueface, Carti, fucking all of them.
Tea Noir said in a video essay about Diddy on YouTube that she doesn’t want rap to hurt anyone, and it really stuck with me. It’s a great watch that talks about why the industry is the way it is now. And she’s 100% right. Rap is love, why do we allow hateful violent men to slip through the cracks?
Nobody was surprised by Drake’s, Diddys allegations because the writing has been on the wall their entire careers, from blind items to publicly available info/ news, but it took Kendrick writing a song making fun of pedophiles for people to care. Why?
We’re smarter than eating the slop record labels try to sell us that’s packed with misogyny and violence because they don’t understand the genre, even if it’s catchy. We deserve better, and they don’t deserve our money or attention or anything that gives them the power to make their lyrics into their reality. And female rap fans and the black women who are most affected by misogyny in rap deserve better. They deserve safety, in the company of everybody from their fav artist to their fans. And kids deserve better, to know they are valuable and worthy without having a shit ton of money or nice clothes or a premium record.
Being a creep only flys if we all co-sign it. Let’s stop co-signing creeps. As Maya Angelou said, When people show you who they are, believe them the first time. Next time a new talent kisses a 17 year old on stage, stop giving the benefit of doubt and actually say something, or ur honestly in the same boat and letting it happen, again.
Edit: thank u for the gold and the comments. I would like to apologize for being bitchy in the comments, feel free to downvote my comment which I’ll leave up for clarity +accountability:) That being said, if u don’t think this is a discussion worth your time let’s just not be petty and move on, because violence against women is a very real and sensitive thing worthy of a conversation at least. I appreciate all and any well intentioned dialogue.
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But if y’all are finally deciding to hold the industry to a standard because Kendrick said that being a pedo and woman hater is bad in a catchy song, better late then never to catch up and hold those values consistently for all ur favs lol.
Laughing at Certified Pedophile means nothing if ur gonna platform other pedos, abusers, and generally evil dudes when they’re trending. If basically the whole rap community agrees that Drake’s legacy is broken beyond repair bc of the allegations K raps, I want to see that same energy for Tory Lanez, Diddy (who is a bad guy not because ‘he’s Sus’ but bc he BEATS WOMEN!!! ), Chris Brown, Kodak, NBA Youngboy, Blueface, Carti, fucking all of them.
Tea Noir said in a video essay about Diddy on YouTube that she doesn’t want rap to hurt anyone, and it really stuck with me. It’s a great watch that talks about why the industry is the way it is now. And she’s 100% right. Rap is love, why do we allow hateful violent men to slip through the cracks?
Nobody was surprised by Drake’s, Diddys allegations because the writing has been on the wall their entire careers, from blind items to publicly available info/ news, but it took Kendrick writing a song making fun of pedophiles for people to care. Why?
We’re smarter than eating the slop record labels try to sell us that’s packed with misogyny and violence because they don’t understand the genre, even if it’s catchy. We deserve better, and they don’t deserve our money or attention or anything that gives them the power to make their lyrics into their reality. And female rap fans and the black women who are most affected by misogyny in rap deserve better. They deserve safety, in the company of everybody from their fav artist to their fans. And kids deserve better, to know they are valuable and worthy without having a shit ton of money or nice clothes or a premium record.
Being a creep only flys if we all co-sign it. Let’s stop co-signing creeps. As Maya Angelou said, When people show you who they are, believe them the first time. Next time a new talent kisses a 17 year old on stage, stop giving the benefit of doubt and actually say something, or ur honestly in the same boat and letting it happen, again.
Edit: thank u for the gold and the comments. I would like to apologize for being bitchy in the comments, feel free to downvote my comment which I’ll leave up for clarity +accountability:) That being said, if u don’t think this is a discussion worth your time let’s just not be petty and move on, because violence against women is a very real and sensitive thing worthy of a conversation at least. I appreciate all and any well intentioned dialogue.
2024.05.28 20:42 Ralts_Bloodthorne Nova Wars - Chapter 65
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"Now hear this, now hear this.
"In less than an hour we will drop out of jump space. Chances of an enemy encounter are high. We are far from home, far from support and surrounded by untold trillions of Mar-gite in deep space. This is good, it means we don't have to worry about what we shoot at.
"When the time comes, I have only one standing order: fight. Fight with every gun, every missile, every ounce of will and scrap of code at your disposal. If central control is lost, fight under local control. If isolated from the computers, fight under manual control. If boarded, fight for every corridor, every stateroom, every access way you can reach. Fight for your lives and if you find your situation hopeless, fight to drag the enemy into the grave with you.
"The Confederacy expects that every sentient will do their duty. Our duty is to engage the enemy.
"And the enemy only exists to be destroyed.
"That is all." -- Nova Wars Era, Confederate Space Force, speaker and ship of origin uncertain.
"Tell me, Sister? How far does your sight reach? How many years? And then, in the future, when we have given up strength, and allies, and numbers, and the potential to fight back meaningfully, time and again, in pursuit of your safe path... and you find out it is a cul-de-sac, surrounded on all sides by death, with no possible escape, because you traded away every chance of victory because you were scared... who will you blame then?" - Dhruv Deshmuhk, Legion, apocryphal, referenced in "Telling a Hard Truth straight: a love language", Psychology Forever Journal
"We fight, not for today, not for this blood soaked agony wracked terrible day or the horrible horrible victory we may wrench from the gnashing jaws of defeat with blood soaked hands.
"We fight for tomorrow. For those yet unborn. For the future.
"You are the hope of the Telkan people. You are the living standard, the banner, that says to the universe: We will not submit! We will not kneel! We will stand! We will fight!
"With that, know that the Telkan people are with you, Marine. Always." - Director Brentili'ik, in a speech to Telkan Marine Officer's Training Course Class #10, Confederacy-Council Conflict Era.
The flashes were starting. Not big ones, not the Flashbang, but rather the tiny pinpricks of harsh light that sparkled for a second that vanished.
Deaths that had happened seconds or minutes prior.
Captain N'Skrek stared out the windows of the Show Bridge, staring at the inky black of space. The ship, the Gray Lady, was in between the Galactic Arms, in the vast nothingness that held no stellar systems.
Oh, it had at one time.
Forty thousand years prior the stars between the two galactic arm spurs had gone out, with the exception of a single string of pearls liking the two galactic arms.
Now, the Gray Lady, a ship in the Colossus Class of ancient Confederacy Space Force classification, was deep into the gulf between the galactic arms. Just over halfway.
He could see the rings that made up a long tube, the rings held into position by what looked like, at a distance of light seconds, to be thin straps. Coasting silently through the rings, bathed by light emitted by the interior of the rings, were massive Mar-gite Attack Clusters.
Sparkles were starting to show on the clusters as the Fruit Flies made their attack runs.
Larger flashes, still rendered tiny by stellar distances, started shining to brief life as the C+ cannon barrages and the missile swarms started slamming into the shining chrome ships.
Return fire was causing the battlescreens to cover the ship in a gauzy veil.
"No, no, it's all death and destruction," a Terran woman moaned from where she was being held in place by three identical human males.
Captain N'Skrek knew that it was, without any doubt, a physical assault upon the female.
But Captain N'Skrek was also smart enough to know not to get involved when two Immortals of myth and legend were having a family squabble.
After all, were not the Treana'ad a crafty and wise people who managed to obtain victgory over 25% of all military engagements with the Terrans?
"We're humans, there's always death and destruction," the male said, his voice slightly mocking. "Look past the probabilities. Look past the initial death and destruction. Look at the pathways it all leads to. Look at the path that we're taking."
The woman struggled but the man held her still.
"It's all death and destruction! Millions! Billions! Trillions of deaths!" she wailed.
"The enemy's death toll does not matter, little sister," the man, known to historians as the Biological Apostle Vat-Grown Luke, told the woman. "It's war. There will be death and destruction no matter what. What matters, all that matters, is that humanity and its allies survive."
"Please, Luke," the woman started sobbing.
"Tears don't work on me," Legion said, his voice full of dark and cruel mirth.
He leaned his head down.
"I am... Legion," he said softly.
Captain N'Skrek put the two Immortals out of his mind as he coordinated the battle, taking tactical and strategic advice from his staff.
The Fruit Flies wreaked havoc on the rings, shattering them, letting superstructure damage work with inertia and momentum to tear the systems apart. C+ cannon shots hitting deep inside the megastructures. The shots were no longer straight iron ferrite slugs with a hyperdrive engine for thrust and reactionless inertia engines for guidance and terminal maneuvers, they now had a burning core of spooky and strange-particle FOOF that weighed in the metric kilotons.
"Fruit Fly system back online, Captain."
"Fabricate and launch," N'Skrek ordered. "Compliments on their initial strikes."
The silver ships were destroyed already, the temporal range finders reporting data from when the shells would hit, telling N'Skrek's staff where the ships would be when the shots were fired.
"I can't... I can't..." the woman sobbed when N'Skrek ordered another flight of Fruit Flies into the fight.
"Parse the deaths, parse the destruction," Legion said. Another of him pointed at the icons for the just-launched Fruit Fly flights. "They are born, they live, and they die to kill the enemy. Over and over, it's what they do. Look past their deaths at their accomplishments."
The Terran woman was sobbing, but N'Skrek didn't care.
He had a job to do.
Task Force Lonely Peach had a job to do.
It had came as no surprise to him that Legion would know, without being told or having it confirmed, what the ultimate goal of Task Force Lonely Peach.
After all, Legion himself had carried out such orders under the command of the Imperium.
It no longer mattered what happened behind the Gray Lady, whether or not the Confederacy or anyone else survived. It no longer mattered if the Mar-gite were victorious or not.
The target were not the Mar-gite, present in the massive rolled up long cones.
The target were the ones pushing them forward, the ones enabling them to cross the great emptiness between the two galactic arms.
No, the target was now those enabling the Mar-gite.
Captain N'Skrek's orders were simple.
Find the enemy.
Determine their leadership.
Attack their military.
Attack their planets.
Sterilize their stellar systems.
Break the will of their civilians to support their government.
Leave them no ground to go to.
His briefing had been grim. The Confederacy was confident it could eventually stop the Mar-gite.
Eventually.
That meant dozens, hundreds, possibly thousands of planets denuded of life. Just as many stars nova-sparked to wipe out any trace of the Mar-gite.
Task Force Lonely Peach had been dispatched with a very Terran mission.
To return to the Mar-gite's masters what they had given the Confederacy.
Tenfold.
Captain N'Skrek watched as the Fruit Flies split up into squadrons, heading for any remaining hulks of the silver ships, the larger pieces of the megaconstruct, and to fire upon any of the Mega-Clusters or larger.
"Look past the death and destruction," Legion was saying. "They'll be sending in reinforcements, Sacajawea," his voice grew low and deadly. "Where will they come out."
"No, I won't," she whispered, her eyes wide and staring at the holotank. "I won't use my gift," she sobbed.
"You will. You ran away last time. You left us to rely on The Detainee to access the SUDS. You ran off and left us and humanity has been extinct for forty-thousand years," Legion was saying. "No more running, little sister. You will use your gifts, your powers, as you were meant to."
There was a perfectly timed coincidental moment of silence on the Show Bridge.
"Show us the way," Legion said.
Sacajawea suddenly jerked upright, the tendons on her neck standing out as her face raised to the ceiling. Her arm lifted, pointing out the window of the Show Bridge. Her other hand thrust itself into the hologram. Her eyes glowed purple, lightning crackled up and down her raven braids, and sparks danced between her teeth as they chattered.
A section of space was outlined as she gibbered for a moment, fragments of words, chops of sentences, followed by a string of numbers that the tactical computers recognized as coordinates.
"They come, more than before. They know not what they face, just that the enemy, that we, are attacking them, attacking their forces, and so now they will arrive here and now," she cried out. "They do not know, they come in a multitude that not even this powerful vessel can resist. They come by the hundreds, and will overwhelm even this vessel according to my Sight."
She collapsed and Legion caught her even as two versions of him turned to face the windows.
"Let me know when you want me to call for those reinforcements I promised you," one said.
"Or not," the other said.
N'Skrek just nodded, turning and giving orders to the crew to prepare for a microjump to put them 'above' and 'away' from the point that Sacajawea had pointed out.
"Can she have lied?" N'Skrek asked, the Legion standing beside him as four others carefully carried Sacajawea off.
Legion shook his head. "No. I'd know if she was lying," he said. "She was filled with a trance, a fugue state, so the more mortal part of her wasn't there to lie."
"Hold off on those reinforcements until we can see what we are facing," N'Skrek said. He snorted. "I doubt the young lady fully appreciates the firepower the Gray Lady can put out."
"She was never military. She had some training, but not much," Legion said. "Still, she had a vision, take that as you will."
N'Skrek nodded. He turned and ordered up more Fruit Flies to be generated.
He'd have them launch as soon as the microjump was finished.
"Digital Sentiences, Virtual Intelligences report jump transit safety interlocks are engaged," came the word.
N'Skrek motioned. "Engage."
The painting appeared, but before N'Skrek could pause to look at it he was thrown through it, the image shattering into hundreds of shards of reality. They dissolved almost instantly.
N'Skrek only took a half-step forward as the ship entered realspace.
"Load the planet-crackers. Target the larger Mar-gite constructs. Let's see how they like that, since we don't have to worry about gravitational wobble," N'Skrek ordered. "When our new guests arrive, I want them to be focusing on the constructs."
"Fruit Flies are launching. Steam driven launcher only," came the report.
N'Skrek nodded, staring at the screen.
"I remember waiting to ambush the Mantid's Third Fleet that was heading for Sol," Legion said conversationally, as if he wasn't speaking about one of the most famous wars of ancient history. "Hiding in the gravity shadow of a supermassive gas giant, inside the rings themselves."
He turned and gave N'Skrek a grin.
"An Armada of One," he said. "No chance for the Mantid to overwhelm my brain, to shut me down. Beyond a Hive Mind, a singular mind with a singular purpose."
"Sounds exciting," N'Skrek said, watching the windows and the holotank at the same time.
"Very boring. I played a lot of video games and card games," Legion said.
"Against yourself, even an MMO would be solitary and single player," N'Skrek said.
"Ruins PvP," Legion grinned.
"I'll bet," N'Skrek said.
"The Sacajawea of that time stood on the bridge with me. She had shown me where the Mantid would take the most casualties and where I would be killed quite often," Legion said. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and N'Skrek hid a frown at the fact he didn't recognize Lucky Strike as a brand he was familiar with.
"Does it hurt when you get killed?" N'Skrek asked as Legion lit two cigarettes, handing one to N'Skrek.
"Very much so," Legion said. "Took me a few hundred thousand deaths to get used to it. Now, it hurts, it's terrifying, but not much more than clipping my fingernails," he sighed. "It's all right. I've always been, in many ways, less than human."
"You seem, to my albeit limited experience, to be very human to me," N'Skrek said. He took a drag off the cigarette and almost started coughing. It was harsh, raw tobacco with no additives and the filter tasting heavily of asbestos.
The Fruit Flies were scattering, going to full stealth, blinking their ready icons.
"Thank you," Legion said. He exhaled smoke. "Like the smoke?"
N'Skrek nodded.
"Gift from the Dee. Not the Detainee Lady Lord of Hell," he said, staring at the holotank. "But The Dee. The flesh and blood one," he gave a rueful chuckle. "Evil never dies."
"Harsh," N'Skrek said.
The missile pods flashed ready and went to stealth.
"Like her," Legion smiled. He suddenly looked a bit sad. "I miss her. Miss my siblings, the other Biological Apostles," he said. He sighed. "Sacajawea makes me miss them all that much more."
N'Skrek just nodded.
"Sometimes I miss the Digital Omnimessiah too."
"Ship is at silent running," came the soft voice.
N'Skrek stood there, smoking, with Legion standing next to him.
Behind them Mar-gite clusters were breaking up from a combination of the FOOF and the split second artificial singularities that exploded into existence inside their mass.
Perhaps I can't completely eliminate them, but I can knock out a measurable percentage since I don't have to worry about how it might affect a stellar system's gravity balance, he thought at one point.
Time slowly ticked by.
"How is she?" N'Skrek asked at one point.
"Recovering. I'm sitting with her. I had a medic look at her. Physically, she's fine," Legion said.
"She should be on anti-depressants and undergoing therapy. For us it's ancient history, for her the Glassing and the loss of her people, even her death, are recent events. She only died a short time ago," N'Skrek said.
"And you should be dancing for a comely matron and I should be somewhere helping someone correct genetic sequencing damage," Legion said. "Shoulda, coulda, woulda, didn't."
N'Skrek just nodded.
"Wait, can you see that?" Legion suddenly asked, pointing at the window.
"What?" N'Skrek said.
"The stars. A faint red-shift," Legion said.
N'Skrek looked toward the scanning officer, who frowned and looked at his instruments.
"It's faint. And large," Legion said. He motioned with his hands, using the smart-glass interface to highlight the area. "Right there."
"Nothing, sir," the scan-tech said.
N'Skrek tapped his lapel. "All personnel, prepare for enemy engagement," he said.
His voice carried over the intercom.
"Akka-Berry," Legion said softly. "They use a form of Akka-Berry."
The chrome ships suddenly appeared, wavering slightly like a heat mirage before solidifying up. They appeared pebbled and dull, like unbuffed and unpolished chrome.
"OPEN FIRE!" N'Skrek roared. He knew it was unnecessary, that the computers would give the fire order.
But it seemed to carry more weight as the PA repeated it.
0-0-0-0-0
Legion got into the elevator, waiting a moment after the doors closed to touch the panel. He overrode the alarms, then stopped the elevator.
The shadows warped and a light fog filled the elevator car.
It cleared to reveal a short Terran woman, with black hair pulled behind her head in a long braid, a severe face, plump, overripe figure, and gunmetal gray eyes.
"Well?" Legion asked.
"She's a child," the woman spat.
"I know that," Legion said. "Can you help her?"
"No, I mean, she's literally a child. Physically. She's never grown up," the woman snarled.
"Our aging was halted due to what we were going to do. The last thing we needed was a temporal sheer to kill half of us via old age," Legion said.
"I know that, you multiplying idiot," the woman snapped. "But she should have been allowed to grow into an adult first."
"She chose to stay young," Legion shrugged.
"And her brain has the neural pathways of a child," the woman snapped. She dug out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter of enameled steel. "The human brain doesn't fully mature until it's in its mid-20's. That's why we sent 18 year olds off to die in a rice patty or on some god forsaken beach. You need people who think charging the machinegun is a good idea, and teenage boys are well known for their excellent risk-reward judgement."
Legion just shrugged.
"But her, she's a child. Sixteen at the most, probably later fifteen," the woman said. She pulled out a cigarette, held it between her even white teeth, and lit it. "She has the mind of a teenage girl, a people known for their excellent decision making ability and capability to process trauma."
Legion just nodded.
The woman put away the cigarettes without offering one to Legion. He saw the emblem on the lighter.
"US ARMY ATOMIC COMMAND" in red block letters.
"You know how I feel about child soldiers," the woman said.
"It was The Glassing," Legion just shrugged.
"It's always something," the woman snarled. "Doesn't change how I feel."
"Can you help her?" Legion asked. "You're closer to her than I am."
"You mean, I'm as much a primitive barbarian as she is," the woman said, suddenly smiling without any humor. "I am what I am and she is what she is. Primitive savages from a time of hardship, resource shortages, and social upheaval."
"I wouldn't be so rude as to put it that way," Legion said. He smiled back. "But, yes."
The woman stared at the brushed steel wall of the elevator for a long moment. "I won't alter her SUDS record."
"Of course not," Legion said.
After a moment she nodded. "I can't help her, but I know some people who may."
Legion looked down at her. "Who?"
The woman smiled and exhaled smoke that filled the elevator car.
Her teeth and eyes were still visible.
"You'll know them when I bring them," she said. The eyes blinked. "Keep me in the loop for what's going on here. I have a feeling that events back home are going to have my attention pretty soon."
"I will," Legion told the eyes as the smile vanished.
The eyes closed.
Legion could feel it when she was gone. The smoke slowly cleared, leaving him alone in the elevator.
0-0-0-0-0
"What is taking this elevator so long to get here?" Jaskel asked 8814.
--not know computer says is moving-- the greenie replied.
"Aw man, Gunny's going to have my ass."
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"Now hear this, now hear this.
"In less than an hour we will drop out of jump space. Chances of an enemy encounter are high. We are far from home, far from support and surrounded by untold trillions of Mar-gite in deep space. This is good, it means we don't have to worry about what we shoot at.
"When the time comes, I have only one standing order: fight. Fight with every gun, every missile, every ounce of will and scrap of code at your disposal. If central control is lost, fight under local control. If isolated from the computers, fight under manual control. If boarded, fight for every corridor, every stateroom, every access way you can reach. Fight for your lives and if you find your situation hopeless, fight to drag the enemy into the grave with you.
"The Confederacy expects that every sentient will do their duty. Our duty is to engage the enemy.
"And the enemy only exists to be destroyed.
"That is all." -- Nova Wars Era, Confederate Space Force, speaker and ship of origin uncertain.
"Tell me, Sister? How far does your sight reach? How many years? And then, in the future, when we have given up strength, and allies, and numbers, and the potential to fight back meaningfully, time and again, in pursuit of your safe path... and you find out it is a cul-de-sac, surrounded on all sides by death, with no possible escape, because you traded away every chance of victory because you were scared... who will you blame then?" - Dhruv Deshmuhk, Legion, apocryphal, referenced in "Telling a Hard Truth straight: a love language", Psychology Forever Journal
"We fight, not for today, not for this blood soaked agony wracked terrible day or the horrible horrible victory we may wrench from the gnashing jaws of defeat with blood soaked hands.
"We fight for tomorrow. For those yet unborn. For the future.
"You are the hope of the Telkan people. You are the living standard, the banner, that says to the universe: We will not submit! We will not kneel! We will stand! We will fight!
"With that, know that the Telkan people are with you, Marine. Always." - Director Brentili'ik, in a speech to Telkan Marine Officer's Training Course Class #10, Confederacy-Council Conflict Era.
The flashes were starting. Not big ones, not the Flashbang, but rather the tiny pinpricks of harsh light that sparkled for a second that vanished.
Deaths that had happened seconds or minutes prior.
Captain N'Skrek stared out the windows of the Show Bridge, staring at the inky black of space. The ship, the Gray Lady, was in between the Galactic Arms, in the vast nothingness that held no stellar systems.
Oh, it had at one time.
Forty thousand years prior the stars between the two galactic arm spurs had gone out, with the exception of a single string of pearls liking the two galactic arms.
Now, the Gray Lady, a ship in the Colossus Class of ancient Confederacy Space Force classification, was deep into the gulf between the galactic arms. Just over halfway.
He could see the rings that made up a long tube, the rings held into position by what looked like, at a distance of light seconds, to be thin straps. Coasting silently through the rings, bathed by light emitted by the interior of the rings, were massive Mar-gite Attack Clusters.
Sparkles were starting to show on the clusters as the Fruit Flies made their attack runs.
Larger flashes, still rendered tiny by stellar distances, started shining to brief life as the C+ cannon barrages and the missile swarms started slamming into the shining chrome ships.
Return fire was causing the battlescreens to cover the ship in a gauzy veil.
"No, no, it's all death and destruction," a Terran woman moaned from where she was being held in place by three identical human males.
Captain N'Skrek knew that it was, without any doubt, a physical assault upon the female.
But Captain N'Skrek was also smart enough to know not to get involved when two Immortals of myth and legend were having a family squabble.
After all, were not the Treana'ad a crafty and wise people who managed to obtain victgory over 25% of all military engagements with the Terrans?
"We're humans, there's always death and destruction," the male said, his voice slightly mocking. "Look past the probabilities. Look past the initial death and destruction. Look at the pathways it all leads to. Look at the path that we're taking."
The woman struggled but the man held her still.
"It's all death and destruction! Millions! Billions! Trillions of deaths!" she wailed.
"The enemy's death toll does not matter, little sister," the man, known to historians as the Biological Apostle Vat-Grown Luke, told the woman. "It's war. There will be death and destruction no matter what. What matters, all that matters, is that humanity and its allies survive."
"Please, Luke," the woman started sobbing.
"Tears don't work on me," Legion said, his voice full of dark and cruel mirth.
He leaned his head down.
"I am... Legion," he said softly.
Captain N'Skrek put the two Immortals out of his mind as he coordinated the battle, taking tactical and strategic advice from his staff.
The Fruit Flies wreaked havoc on the rings, shattering them, letting superstructure damage work with inertia and momentum to tear the systems apart. C+ cannon shots hitting deep inside the megastructures. The shots were no longer straight iron ferrite slugs with a hyperdrive engine for thrust and reactionless inertia engines for guidance and terminal maneuvers, they now had a burning core of spooky and strange-particle FOOF that weighed in the metric kilotons.
"Fruit Fly system back online, Captain."
"Fabricate and launch," N'Skrek ordered. "Compliments on their initial strikes."
The silver ships were destroyed already, the temporal range finders reporting data from when the shells would hit, telling N'Skrek's staff where the ships would be when the shots were fired.
"I can't... I can't..." the woman sobbed when N'Skrek ordered another flight of Fruit Flies into the fight.
"Parse the deaths, parse the destruction," Legion said. Another of him pointed at the icons for the just-launched Fruit Fly flights. "They are born, they live, and they die to kill the enemy. Over and over, it's what they do. Look past their deaths at their accomplishments."
The Terran woman was sobbing, but N'Skrek didn't care.
He had a job to do.
Task Force Lonely Peach had a job to do.
It had came as no surprise to him that Legion would know, without being told or having it confirmed, what the ultimate goal of Task Force Lonely Peach.
After all, Legion himself had carried out such orders under the command of the Imperium.
It no longer mattered what happened behind the Gray Lady, whether or not the Confederacy or anyone else survived. It no longer mattered if the Mar-gite were victorious or not.
The target were not the Mar-gite, present in the massive rolled up long cones.
The target were the ones pushing them forward, the ones enabling them to cross the great emptiness between the two galactic arms.
No, the target was now those enabling the Mar-gite.
Captain N'Skrek's orders were simple.
Find the enemy.
Determine their leadership.
Attack their military.
Attack their planets.
Sterilize their stellar systems.
Break the will of their civilians to support their government.
Leave them no ground to go to.
His briefing had been grim. The Confederacy was confident it could eventually stop the Mar-gite.
Eventually.
That meant dozens, hundreds, possibly thousands of planets denuded of life. Just as many stars nova-sparked to wipe out any trace of the Mar-gite.
Task Force Lonely Peach had been dispatched with a very Terran mission.
To return to the Mar-gite's masters what they had given the Confederacy.
Tenfold.
Captain N'Skrek watched as the Fruit Flies split up into squadrons, heading for any remaining hulks of the silver ships, the larger pieces of the megaconstruct, and to fire upon any of the Mega-Clusters or larger.
"Look past the death and destruction," Legion was saying. "They'll be sending in reinforcements, Sacajawea," his voice grew low and deadly. "Where will they come out."
"No, I won't," she whispered, her eyes wide and staring at the holotank. "I won't use my gift," she sobbed.
"You will. You ran away last time. You left us to rely on The Detainee to access the SUDS. You ran off and left us and humanity has been extinct for forty-thousand years," Legion was saying. "No more running, little sister. You will use your gifts, your powers, as you were meant to."
There was a perfectly timed coincidental moment of silence on the Show Bridge.
"Show us the way," Legion said.
Sacajawea suddenly jerked upright, the tendons on her neck standing out as her face raised to the ceiling. Her arm lifted, pointing out the window of the Show Bridge. Her other hand thrust itself into the hologram. Her eyes glowed purple, lightning crackled up and down her raven braids, and sparks danced between her teeth as they chattered.
A section of space was outlined as she gibbered for a moment, fragments of words, chops of sentences, followed by a string of numbers that the tactical computers recognized as coordinates.
"They come, more than before. They know not what they face, just that the enemy, that we, are attacking them, attacking their forces, and so now they will arrive here and now," she cried out. "They do not know, they come in a multitude that not even this powerful vessel can resist. They come by the hundreds, and will overwhelm even this vessel according to my Sight."
She collapsed and Legion caught her even as two versions of him turned to face the windows.
"Let me know when you want me to call for those reinforcements I promised you," one said.
"Or not," the other said.
N'Skrek just nodded, turning and giving orders to the crew to prepare for a microjump to put them 'above' and 'away' from the point that Sacajawea had pointed out.
"Can she have lied?" N'Skrek asked, the Legion standing beside him as four others carefully carried Sacajawea off.
Legion shook his head. "No. I'd know if she was lying," he said. "She was filled with a trance, a fugue state, so the more mortal part of her wasn't there to lie."
"Hold off on those reinforcements until we can see what we are facing," N'Skrek said. He snorted. "I doubt the young lady fully appreciates the firepower the Gray Lady can put out."
"She was never military. She had some training, but not much," Legion said. "Still, she had a vision, take that as you will."
N'Skrek nodded. He turned and ordered up more Fruit Flies to be generated.
He'd have them launch as soon as the microjump was finished.
"Digital Sentiences, Virtual Intelligences report jump transit safety interlocks are engaged," came the word.
N'Skrek motioned. "Engage."
The painting appeared, but before N'Skrek could pause to look at it he was thrown through it, the image shattering into hundreds of shards of reality. They dissolved almost instantly.
N'Skrek only took a half-step forward as the ship entered realspace.
"Load the planet-crackers. Target the larger Mar-gite constructs. Let's see how they like that, since we don't have to worry about gravitational wobble," N'Skrek ordered. "When our new guests arrive, I want them to be focusing on the constructs."
"Fruit Flies are launching. Steam driven launcher only," came the report.
N'Skrek nodded, staring at the screen.
"I remember waiting to ambush the Mantid's Third Fleet that was heading for Sol," Legion said conversationally, as if he wasn't speaking about one of the most famous wars of ancient history. "Hiding in the gravity shadow of a supermassive gas giant, inside the rings themselves."
He turned and gave N'Skrek a grin.
"An Armada of One," he said. "No chance for the Mantid to overwhelm my brain, to shut me down. Beyond a Hive Mind, a singular mind with a singular purpose."
"Sounds exciting," N'Skrek said, watching the windows and the holotank at the same time.
"Very boring. I played a lot of video games and card games," Legion said.
"Against yourself, even an MMO would be solitary and single player," N'Skrek said.
"Ruins PvP," Legion grinned.
"I'll bet," N'Skrek said.
"The Sacajawea of that time stood on the bridge with me. She had shown me where the Mantid would take the most casualties and where I would be killed quite often," Legion said. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and N'Skrek hid a frown at the fact he didn't recognize Lucky Strike as a brand he was familiar with.
"Does it hurt when you get killed?" N'Skrek asked as Legion lit two cigarettes, handing one to N'Skrek.
"Very much so," Legion said. "Took me a few hundred thousand deaths to get used to it. Now, it hurts, it's terrifying, but not much more than clipping my fingernails," he sighed. "It's all right. I've always been, in many ways, less than human."
"You seem, to my albeit limited experience, to be very human to me," N'Skrek said. He took a drag off the cigarette and almost started coughing. It was harsh, raw tobacco with no additives and the filter tasting heavily of asbestos.
The Fruit Flies were scattering, going to full stealth, blinking their ready icons.
"Thank you," Legion said. He exhaled smoke. "Like the smoke?"
N'Skrek nodded.
"Gift from the Dee. Not the Detainee Lady Lord of Hell," he said, staring at the holotank. "But The Dee. The flesh and blood one," he gave a rueful chuckle. "Evil never dies."
"Harsh," N'Skrek said.
The missile pods flashed ready and went to stealth.
"Like her," Legion smiled. He suddenly looked a bit sad. "I miss her. Miss my siblings, the other Biological Apostles," he said. He sighed. "Sacajawea makes me miss them all that much more."
N'Skrek just nodded.
"Sometimes I miss the Digital Omnimessiah too."
"Ship is at silent running," came the soft voice.
N'Skrek stood there, smoking, with Legion standing next to him.
Behind them Mar-gite clusters were breaking up from a combination of the FOOF and the split second artificial singularities that exploded into existence inside their mass.
Perhaps I can't completely eliminate them, but I can knock out a measurable percentage since I don't have to worry about how it might affect a stellar system's gravity balance, he thought at one point.
Time slowly ticked by.
"How is she?" N'Skrek asked at one point.
"Recovering. I'm sitting with her. I had a medic look at her. Physically, she's fine," Legion said.
"She should be on anti-depressants and undergoing therapy. For us it's ancient history, for her the Glassing and the loss of her people, even her death, are recent events. She only died a short time ago," N'Skrek said.
"And you should be dancing for a comely matron and I should be somewhere helping someone correct genetic sequencing damage," Legion said. "Shoulda, coulda, woulda, didn't."
N'Skrek just nodded.
"Wait, can you see that?" Legion suddenly asked, pointing at the window.
"What?" N'Skrek said.
"The stars. A faint red-shift," Legion said.
N'Skrek looked toward the scanning officer, who frowned and looked at his instruments.
"It's faint. And large," Legion said. He motioned with his hands, using the smart-glass interface to highlight the area. "Right there."
"Nothing, sir," the scan-tech said.
N'Skrek tapped his lapel. "All personnel, prepare for enemy engagement," he said.
His voice carried over the intercom.
"Akka-Berry," Legion said softly. "They use a form of Akka-Berry."
The chrome ships suddenly appeared, wavering slightly like a heat mirage before solidifying up. They appeared pebbled and dull, like unbuffed and unpolished chrome.
"OPEN FIRE!" N'Skrek roared. He knew it was unnecessary, that the computers would give the fire order.
But it seemed to carry more weight as the PA repeated it.
0-0-0-0-0
Legion got into the elevator, waiting a moment after the doors closed to touch the panel. He overrode the alarms, then stopped the elevator.
The shadows warped and a light fog filled the elevator car.
It cleared to reveal a short Terran woman, with black hair pulled behind her head in a long braid, a severe face, plump, overripe figure, and gunmetal gray eyes.
"Well?" Legion asked.
"She's a child," the woman spat.
"I know that," Legion said. "Can you help her?"
"No, I mean, she's literally a child. Physically. She's never grown up," the woman snarled.
"Our aging was halted due to what we were going to do. The last thing we needed was a temporal sheer to kill half of us via old age," Legion said.
"I know that, you multiplying idiot," the woman snapped. "But she should have been allowed to grow into an adult first."
"She chose to stay young," Legion shrugged.
"And her brain has the neural pathways of a child," the woman snapped. She dug out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter of enameled steel. "The human brain doesn't fully mature until it's in its mid-20's. That's why we sent 18 year olds off to die in a rice patty or on some god forsaken beach. You need people who think charging the machinegun is a good idea, and teenage boys are well known for their excellent risk-reward judgement."
Legion just shrugged.
"But her, she's a child. Sixteen at the most, probably later fifteen," the woman said. She pulled out a cigarette, held it between her even white teeth, and lit it. "She has the mind of a teenage girl, a people known for their excellent decision making ability and capability to process trauma."
Legion just nodded.
The woman put away the cigarettes without offering one to Legion. He saw the emblem on the lighter.
"US ARMY ATOMIC COMMAND" in red block letters.
"You know how I feel about child soldiers," the woman said.
"It was The Glassing," Legion just shrugged.
"It's always something," the woman snarled. "Doesn't change how I feel."
"Can you help her?" Legion asked. "You're closer to her than I am."
"You mean, I'm as much a primitive barbarian as she is," the woman said, suddenly smiling without any humor. "I am what I am and she is what she is. Primitive savages from a time of hardship, resource shortages, and social upheaval."
"I wouldn't be so rude as to put it that way," Legion said. He smiled back. "But, yes."
The woman stared at the brushed steel wall of the elevator for a long moment. "I won't alter her SUDS record."
"Of course not," Legion said.
After a moment she nodded. "I can't help her, but I know some people who may."
Legion looked down at her. "Who?"
The woman smiled and exhaled smoke that filled the elevator car.
Her teeth and eyes were still visible.
"You'll know them when I bring them," she said. The eyes blinked. "Keep me in the loop for what's going on here. I have a feeling that events back home are going to have my attention pretty soon."
"I will," Legion told the eyes as the smile vanished.
The eyes closed.
Legion could feel it when she was gone. The smoke slowly cleared, leaving him alone in the elevator.
0-0-0-0-0
"What is taking this elevator so long to get here?" Jaskel asked 8814.
--not know computer says is moving-- the greenie replied.
"Aw man, Gunny's going to have my ass."
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2024.05.28 20:21 Murky-Rice-3427 taking methotrexate today
TW: pregnancy/ectopic pregnancy
I am so uneasy with my decision after the discussion with my OB this morning. He basically said he doesn’t know whats going on. I could be having twins or I could be having an ectopic and its just a waiting game. We live in a small town where it takes 20 minutes to get to the nearest hospital (with perfect traffic). He advised that i get the methotrexate shot today but its ultimately my decision. Everyone doubts the viability of this pregnancy, including me. I just can’t stomach the guilt of not having a 100% answer.
Backstory-
April 28th: Implantation bleed? CD 1? normal cycle. Heavy bleeding and clotting, which isn’t abnormal for me.
May 7th : CD 10 i got a very positive LH test, kind of early.
May 15th: LH had a stronger positive each day for the last 8 days. I decided to take an HCG test strip with the same mid day urine and it was a clear positive.
May 16th: Initial beta 1842
May 23rd: HCG 4416. No significant findings on initial ultrasound. OB advised uterine lining is thin and doesn’t appear pregnant. Informed me that they suspect an ectopic pregnancy.
May 24th: HCG 5848. OB advised methotrexate would not be ideal at this stage. I went in for emergency surgery following this appointment. They were unable to locate the ectopic pregnancy. They did find endometriosis and adhesions on my liver and tubes. They were also able to identify a corpus lutem cyst on my right ovary. Later that evening, after being sent home, I was rushed to the ER. My blood pressure was low and heart rate was high. Even though I responded quickly to fluids I was given a chest xray and 2 CT scans. All unremarkable.
May 28th: HCG somewhere in the 7500’s this morning. The exact number hasn’t posted to my patient portal yet. My OB stated that the surgeons had assumed the pregnancy was normal after their findings. If I would have known I would have not consented to CT scans at the ER in the following hours. They did another vaginal ultrasound, still no findings. Maybe some fluid in my right ovary but no comments were made on it by the tech or OB. Then we had a very confusing conversation with the OB where he stated basically anything is possible. He told me we could be in the early stages of pregnancy with multiples. (We weren’t taking any fertility medication.) or we could still be having an ectopic pregnancy. He proceeded to tell us a horror story about how a woman came in 2 weeks ago and they found her unconscious in one of their exam rooms and needed blood transfusions due to a ruptured ectopic. At the end of this appointment I scheduled a methotrexate shot for 3:30 this evening. I had second thoughts and tried calling around for another opinion, but i cant be seen for weeks most places.
I would love to hear from anyone else with similar experiences. I want to hold on to that glimmer of hope, but I need to make the right decision for my health and future fertility.
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I am so uneasy with my decision after the discussion with my OB this morning. He basically said he doesn’t know whats going on. I could be having twins or I could be having an ectopic and its just a waiting game. We live in a small town where it takes 20 minutes to get to the nearest hospital (with perfect traffic). He advised that i get the methotrexate shot today but its ultimately my decision. Everyone doubts the viability of this pregnancy, including me. I just can’t stomach the guilt of not having a 100% answer.
Backstory-
April 28th: Implantation bleed? CD 1? normal cycle. Heavy bleeding and clotting, which isn’t abnormal for me.
May 7th : CD 10 i got a very positive LH test, kind of early.
May 15th: LH had a stronger positive each day for the last 8 days. I decided to take an HCG test strip with the same mid day urine and it was a clear positive.
May 16th: Initial beta 1842
May 23rd: HCG 4416. No significant findings on initial ultrasound. OB advised uterine lining is thin and doesn’t appear pregnant. Informed me that they suspect an ectopic pregnancy.
May 24th: HCG 5848. OB advised methotrexate would not be ideal at this stage. I went in for emergency surgery following this appointment. They were unable to locate the ectopic pregnancy. They did find endometriosis and adhesions on my liver and tubes. They were also able to identify a corpus lutem cyst on my right ovary. Later that evening, after being sent home, I was rushed to the ER. My blood pressure was low and heart rate was high. Even though I responded quickly to fluids I was given a chest xray and 2 CT scans. All unremarkable.
May 28th: HCG somewhere in the 7500’s this morning. The exact number hasn’t posted to my patient portal yet. My OB stated that the surgeons had assumed the pregnancy was normal after their findings. If I would have known I would have not consented to CT scans at the ER in the following hours. They did another vaginal ultrasound, still no findings. Maybe some fluid in my right ovary but no comments were made on it by the tech or OB. Then we had a very confusing conversation with the OB where he stated basically anything is possible. He told me we could be in the early stages of pregnancy with multiples. (We weren’t taking any fertility medication.) or we could still be having an ectopic pregnancy. He proceeded to tell us a horror story about how a woman came in 2 weeks ago and they found her unconscious in one of their exam rooms and needed blood transfusions due to a ruptured ectopic. At the end of this appointment I scheduled a methotrexate shot for 3:30 this evening. I had second thoughts and tried calling around for another opinion, but i cant be seen for weeks most places.
I would love to hear from anyone else with similar experiences. I want to hold on to that glimmer of hope, but I need to make the right decision for my health and future fertility.
2024.05.28 19:59 marlin_ze_fish Introduction//my story
Hi I’m mar. Whenever I was 12, it was a messy time for me. I had just moved to a new area, my great aunt died, and Covid happened so I had no real life friends. My “boyfriend” also broke up with me lol. Anyways, like many of my fellow girls who went through this nonsense, I was going through puberty. As many people know, puberty can be very uncomfortable and new with your body changing and everything. We’re still getting used to becoming a young woman and suddenly your body starts to become sexualized. A year before all this (11 turning 12) I got my first bra and I was excited! But this year I turned to online sources for friends and interaction. I would see people post about trans this and pronouns that, many other chronically online people in 2020. I was discovering my sexuality and it was SO CONFUSING! There were so many sexualities I didn’t know what I was. I was young and didn’t know any better. I believed I was pansexual. And about the gender part? So for a background I’ve always been tomboyish, playing in mud looking for bugs and playing with monster trucks and hot wheels. But I also liked girly things. I remember when I was little I had “wolf days” where I would be more tomboyish and “mermaid days”where I would be more girly. I started believing I was gender-fluid because of this. I saw people talk about trans stuff and these people I’d talk to telling me this is what I may be. I at first I went by she/they pronouns. Then she/he/they. Then all pronouns. I would pretend I was a boy online to feel that “validation” of being a boy. But really I just didn’t like how unfair it was how women are treated different online in certain spaces I would watch videos on YouTube on how to pass as a boy. I would wear tight sports bras to hide my chest and put socks in my pants as a packer. I would fantasize about being a boy and wanting to go on hormones and get surgery. I was on the path of fully becoming a boy. But I had people in my life and parents that cared about me and didn’t enable me. They pulled me out of that bullshit. I was TWELVE. I shouldn’t be thinking about me breasts being cut off or having a fake penis in my pants. If I had liberal parents I probably would have had damage to my body I can’t take back. Even not having surgery, there is still damage mentally that I have pop up even to this day at 16. I have a masculine build and face IMO and nose as well. There is still inklings telling me I am a boy but I have minimized them greatly and I am so much happier. This is a disease, social transitioning is not harmless. I still dress masculine because I’m a tomboy. It’s not just about clothes. With social transition you change your mindset and your brain into thinking you’re a boy. It is unhealthy. It needs to be stopped.
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2024.05.28 19:35 Funny-Possession2477 Fisherman attacked in Barton Springs Free side
Edit: I have re-uploaded the aftermath video of me explaining what went down on instagram stories (@killedbyassociation) if you care to see the video, it’s currently live on stories and it will be up for the next 24 hours.
TLDR: crazy lady punched me in the face 5-8 times for having a fishing kayak in the water. Looking for the footage now.
Last week on Tuesday I was attacked in the free side of Barton springs. I was sitting on the front part my kayak in the water minding my own business. My kayak was not bothering anyone and there were other paddle craft in the same area. (This was About 15 feet down stream away from the end of concrete bank that leads to the spillway.)A woman approached me wearing a hammock around her back. The woman started pushing my kayak around and told me that I was exceeding the weight limit for having a kayak in that area. She told me that I could not have fishing gear there and that I needed to leave. I told her in response that I did not need to leave and I was fine. “I’m not bothering anybody and I don’t know anything about a weight barrier limit.” I further explained I’m not there to fish, but to cool down in the springs. She then threatened to call the cops. I told her go ahead. She grabbed my fishing gear and starting throwing it into the water after hearing that. At this moment, I could see that she was not mentally sound. I hopped into the water and grabbed my fishing gear. I told the woman “look I will leave. I understand now and I’m sorry. We don’t have to do this, I won’t fight about it, I’ll just leave.” But it was too late. She tried to grab my fishing rods from my hands as I was recovering them from the water. I wasn’t letting go of them. They are $300-$500 each, and she tossed in three of them. She grabbed the fishing rods from my right hand as I was trying to get my shit and leave. I was asking her to “Please let them go, I’m leaving.” She told me to let go. She was shouting. Full on scene began. I said I’m not letting go, I will leave though. Well I kept hold of the rods making sure she didn’t break them or destroy my reels. As I was holding onto my rods with my right hand, the lady then began punching the left side of my face. I was full on decked 5-8 times on the left side of my face. Luckily one of my baits hooked into her dress causing a distraction and I was able to recover my property and get away. During all of this I looked around and said “is anyone going to help at all?” As I was taking a beating, but in the same instance, as I was looking around asking for help there was about 20 to 30 phones (or maybe less I don’t know but there was a lot of fucking people ) recording. Luckily nothing was destroyed. Lost a guide on a rod, but oh well.
I never hit her back. Someone close by asked me why? I explained that the woman was clearly mentally out of it. How the hell am I going to punch a smaller person in the face because of that regardless if I’m getting hit, I don’t see any sense in any of that. And on top of that I have all these cameras on me, so I end up on the Internet “beating” a woman, nah. That doesn’t end well for me and my employer. Then somebody asked me if I was gonna call the cops. And I probably should have just protect other people from running into her but at the time I didn’t have any desire to talk to the cops about this I didn’t wanna stay around and wait to give a report and I just wanted to get away and go back to fishing. I was supposed to meet my cousin soon anyway.
So now I’m here after searching for the last few days (IG, and YouTube) hoping I’d find the footage.
Has anyone seen the footage or know about this incident?
My IG is @killedbyassociation. Please message me there.
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TLDR: crazy lady punched me in the face 5-8 times for having a fishing kayak in the water. Looking for the footage now.
Last week on Tuesday I was attacked in the free side of Barton springs. I was sitting on the front part my kayak in the water minding my own business. My kayak was not bothering anyone and there were other paddle craft in the same area. (This was About 15 feet down stream away from the end of concrete bank that leads to the spillway.)A woman approached me wearing a hammock around her back. The woman started pushing my kayak around and told me that I was exceeding the weight limit for having a kayak in that area. She told me that I could not have fishing gear there and that I needed to leave. I told her in response that I did not need to leave and I was fine. “I’m not bothering anybody and I don’t know anything about a weight barrier limit.” I further explained I’m not there to fish, but to cool down in the springs. She then threatened to call the cops. I told her go ahead. She grabbed my fishing gear and starting throwing it into the water after hearing that. At this moment, I could see that she was not mentally sound. I hopped into the water and grabbed my fishing gear. I told the woman “look I will leave. I understand now and I’m sorry. We don’t have to do this, I won’t fight about it, I’ll just leave.” But it was too late. She tried to grab my fishing rods from my hands as I was recovering them from the water. I wasn’t letting go of them. They are $300-$500 each, and she tossed in three of them. She grabbed the fishing rods from my right hand as I was trying to get my shit and leave. I was asking her to “Please let them go, I’m leaving.” She told me to let go. She was shouting. Full on scene began. I said I’m not letting go, I will leave though. Well I kept hold of the rods making sure she didn’t break them or destroy my reels. As I was holding onto my rods with my right hand, the lady then began punching the left side of my face. I was full on decked 5-8 times on the left side of my face. Luckily one of my baits hooked into her dress causing a distraction and I was able to recover my property and get away. During all of this I looked around and said “is anyone going to help at all?” As I was taking a beating, but in the same instance, as I was looking around asking for help there was about 20 to 30 phones (or maybe less I don’t know but there was a lot of fucking people ) recording. Luckily nothing was destroyed. Lost a guide on a rod, but oh well.
I never hit her back. Someone close by asked me why? I explained that the woman was clearly mentally out of it. How the hell am I going to punch a smaller person in the face because of that regardless if I’m getting hit, I don’t see any sense in any of that. And on top of that I have all these cameras on me, so I end up on the Internet “beating” a woman, nah. That doesn’t end well for me and my employer. Then somebody asked me if I was gonna call the cops. And I probably should have just protect other people from running into her but at the time I didn’t have any desire to talk to the cops about this I didn’t wanna stay around and wait to give a report and I just wanted to get away and go back to fishing. I was supposed to meet my cousin soon anyway.
So now I’m here after searching for the last few days (IG, and YouTube) hoping I’d find the footage.
Has anyone seen the footage or know about this incident?
My IG is @killedbyassociation. Please message me there.
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2024.05.28 19:18 Beginning_Mood_9803 One week since starting HRT…I’m happy except for one regret in who I told
*filtered pic for smooth skin texture only in full disclosure!)
Started HRT at age 53 a week ago yesterday. I could tell from day one how much happier I became, the clarity etc. My skin is soft already which I absolutely adore, and I’ve already lost half an inch roughly at waist. When I had come out to my younger sister back in February, it actually went great and very supportive. Then the weekend before starting HRT I finally told my older sister. She didn’t take it “great” (and said she “wished you could be a regular guy” ouch)…but at least she didn’t get full of judgement and said that she wasn’t that surprised. I had told her a couple decades ago about what I then thought was “just cross dressing”.
Now for the bad and I could REALLY use some moral support here, especially from girls here who had a Christian upbringing and maybe a similar outcome to telling a parent….
What SHOULD be a 100% euphoria time from FINALLY taking control of MY life and gender dysphoria, and feeling the mental and physical changes finally aligning me correctly, has been greatly dampened ever since I decided to tell my mom.
Between my Christian and conservative upbringing (and even went to a private Christian high school), and at my age my mom being 87 so there’s the different era she grew up in…I knew she likely wouldn’t take it great…but I had no idea it would be an implosion. I am married (for now anyway) to a woman that is trans which I know was partially a last straw trying not to confront my own issues and living vicariously through her at my own expense. My dysphoria just ended up skyrocketing anyway. But my mom had come around around the time I got married to accepting my wife…or so I thought. Even in calls every week to her over years (we are on different coasts of the usa), I have not only been loving and loyal but she has consistently asked me how my wife is doing with A, B, C or D over the years.
So at first when I told my mom she didn’t react much actually but I think that’s the shock and/or the Asperger’s she deals with. But when I talked to her a few days ago, it went TERRIBLE.
….the call I intended to be about multiple topics like always not only ended up being about an hour, but started w me asking how she was doing only for the whole call tone manifest when she replied , “well NOT very good.”
Among the things she said (it’s kind of an awful blur by now trying to remember bad things) -I wish you had waited until after I’m gone -I couldn’t get to sleep for SIX hours last night -it’s the last thing I think of when I go to sleep and the first thing I think of when I wake up -my blood pressure has shot up -it’s not natural! -do you think God made a mistake? *im SO tired of this argument a cousin has since asked me too 🤦♂️ -I wish your father was still alive so I had him to lean on -I gave birth to you so I saw your parts (ewww omg stop!) -I saved your Mother’s Day card as it might be the last one signed with your name -I looked at old pictures and saw how handsome you were in your suit and tie -your inheritance has a man’s name on it
I’m sure I forgot some things by now but as loving and generous as she’s been all my life, yes, she’s very conservative and religious …sees the type of TV news you would expect her to watch, and has always worried excessively.
I said so many counters to what she would say…such as me saying: -I already lost decades putting up this facade even marrying someone trans -trans people have a significantly higher suicide rate that is usually tied to family rejection -no I don’t think God made a mistake any more than a person being born intersex or missing a limb is a “mistake” -I actually hated wearing suits and was jealous of my sister’s wedding dress
I still love my mom and she loves me as she said, of course, but this has changed our dynamic so much that I actually wish I never told her. That’s so sad because of course I should tell her out of respect. I didn’t want to show up on a vacation years away and just show up looking so different at that point. I’ve watched some good YouTube on being Christian and trans that seemed to validate me…but she seems so set in her ways that it seems to invalidate the facts of how much IVE suffered and if it even matters that I’m happier. More so I finally feel like I’m living instead of merely existing.
I know this was long and I often write how the thoughts come to me verbatim so thank you for reading. Any advice here as well as encouragement is so appreciated. Especially how to approach future calls with her. At this point I am actually dreading talking to her which is something I’ve never said in my life. 😞 Help….
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Started HRT at age 53 a week ago yesterday. I could tell from day one how much happier I became, the clarity etc. My skin is soft already which I absolutely adore, and I’ve already lost half an inch roughly at waist. When I had come out to my younger sister back in February, it actually went great and very supportive. Then the weekend before starting HRT I finally told my older sister. She didn’t take it “great” (and said she “wished you could be a regular guy” ouch)…but at least she didn’t get full of judgement and said that she wasn’t that surprised. I had told her a couple decades ago about what I then thought was “just cross dressing”.
Now for the bad and I could REALLY use some moral support here, especially from girls here who had a Christian upbringing and maybe a similar outcome to telling a parent….
What SHOULD be a 100% euphoria time from FINALLY taking control of MY life and gender dysphoria, and feeling the mental and physical changes finally aligning me correctly, has been greatly dampened ever since I decided to tell my mom.
Between my Christian and conservative upbringing (and even went to a private Christian high school), and at my age my mom being 87 so there’s the different era she grew up in…I knew she likely wouldn’t take it great…but I had no idea it would be an implosion. I am married (for now anyway) to a woman that is trans which I know was partially a last straw trying not to confront my own issues and living vicariously through her at my own expense. My dysphoria just ended up skyrocketing anyway. But my mom had come around around the time I got married to accepting my wife…or so I thought. Even in calls every week to her over years (we are on different coasts of the usa), I have not only been loving and loyal but she has consistently asked me how my wife is doing with A, B, C or D over the years.
So at first when I told my mom she didn’t react much actually but I think that’s the shock and/or the Asperger’s she deals with. But when I talked to her a few days ago, it went TERRIBLE.
….the call I intended to be about multiple topics like always not only ended up being about an hour, but started w me asking how she was doing only for the whole call tone manifest when she replied , “well NOT very good.”
Among the things she said (it’s kind of an awful blur by now trying to remember bad things) -I wish you had waited until after I’m gone -I couldn’t get to sleep for SIX hours last night -it’s the last thing I think of when I go to sleep and the first thing I think of when I wake up -my blood pressure has shot up -it’s not natural! -do you think God made a mistake? *im SO tired of this argument a cousin has since asked me too 🤦♂️ -I wish your father was still alive so I had him to lean on -I gave birth to you so I saw your parts (ewww omg stop!) -I saved your Mother’s Day card as it might be the last one signed with your name -I looked at old pictures and saw how handsome you were in your suit and tie -your inheritance has a man’s name on it
I’m sure I forgot some things by now but as loving and generous as she’s been all my life, yes, she’s very conservative and religious …sees the type of TV news you would expect her to watch, and has always worried excessively.
I said so many counters to what she would say…such as me saying: -I already lost decades putting up this facade even marrying someone trans -trans people have a significantly higher suicide rate that is usually tied to family rejection -no I don’t think God made a mistake any more than a person being born intersex or missing a limb is a “mistake” -I actually hated wearing suits and was jealous of my sister’s wedding dress
I still love my mom and she loves me as she said, of course, but this has changed our dynamic so much that I actually wish I never told her. That’s so sad because of course I should tell her out of respect. I didn’t want to show up on a vacation years away and just show up looking so different at that point. I’ve watched some good YouTube on being Christian and trans that seemed to validate me…but she seems so set in her ways that it seems to invalidate the facts of how much IVE suffered and if it even matters that I’m happier. More so I finally feel like I’m living instead of merely existing.
I know this was long and I often write how the thoughts come to me verbatim so thank you for reading. Any advice here as well as encouragement is so appreciated. Especially how to approach future calls with her. At this point I am actually dreading talking to her which is something I’ve never said in my life. 😞 Help….
2024.05.28 18:47 ibaOne What's your experience with Avoidant types? M31, F31
Both of us didn't realize she's avoidant until recently by trying to figure out what the problem is w/ our relationship... No wonder I've spent the past 10 months so incredibly frustrated. I've given my best effort out of any relationship I've ever had, I treat this woman and her child like gold, and her contribution to the relationship definitely doesn't match mine. I'm exhausted, and I'm miserable. One psychologist on YouTube says "run away, she'll keep doing it" and another psychologist says "you can work it out".
What's your experience? Is it worth pursuing?
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What's your experience? Is it worth pursuing?
2024.05.28 17:31 UrbanElephants Mental crisis averted thanks to this subreddit. It's been a very busy week.
Follow up to my Previous Post.
TL;DR at bottom of post.
Quick recap: MRI last Tuesday. Tests posted to my online records on Wednesday. Very quickly I posted a message to my urologist's office. Then I figured Reddit must have a group, and I posted here. Cried while typing both messages.
Since then: Wednesday evening: Nurse from urology calls within 15 minutes of my message to help me destress and understand test results (a little).
Numerous Redditors coming to my mental aid. You guys are amazing. I cannot thank you enough. Sleep was hard that first night, but not impossible.
Told my wife. SHE'S A CHAMP! She's very practical. "You don't even know if it's cancer. Calm down."
Thursday: Wife and I went to see my urologist. "We don't even know if it's cancer. Calm down." He explained some things and put my mind even further at ease. He put a message through to the oncology urology doctor to set up an appointment. Appointment set for Monday. Cancer urology called me 10 minutes later to tell me they have an appointment the next day (Friday) and I took it.
Friday: Wife went with me on Friday to the cancer urologist. "We don't even know if it's cancer. Calm down." He showed me the MRI, identified the mass (behind the urethra), and made notes on a page with sketches of a prostate. This coming Friday I'll go in for the transperineal biopsy.
This YouTube thumbnail jpeg shows where they are going to take a sample. The needle will go around, not through, the urethra. The ultrasound wand is used along with the MRI to pinpoint the location of the lesion. Results in 5-7 days. Doctor appointment with the cancer urologist will be two weeks after the biopsy. This means I could see the results online a week before my appointment. I don't know if I want to look. Doctor assures me I have PLENTY of time to make decisions once we know what we're dealing with. Verrrrrrry slow cancer if it even is cancer.
Got a call from cardiology to come in Friday afternoon for an EKG. The EKG is required before the biopsy because I will be under general anesthesia. Got results 2 hours later: Heart's a little wonky from hypertension. Need to workout more. No immediate problems.
Got a call from anesthesia Friday afternoon (before the EKG) to discuss the medications I take and which ones to stop taking before the biopsy. Got a second call letting me know they're trying to reach my primary care physician (PCP) for surgery clearance.
PCP office called and said they could see me Saturday afternoon. My doctor would be working the after-hours clinic.
Saturday: Saw PCP and we went over my current physical state. I saw him in early April. No real change except my blood pressure is lower because I'm finally working out. He said "You're going to die of something else before you die of prostate cancer." It wasn't "Calm down" but it had a similar effect.
Anesthesia called me Saturday evening (same woman every time) to let me know the clearance had been put through and everything is lined up for Friday's biopsy.
TL;DR: - Early April: Go see a urologist. Saw urologist. Scheduled MRI in late May. - Last Tuesday: MRI - Wednesday: Test results "likely cancer" cry, post to Reddit, get support from great people, spoke with nurse. - Thursday: Saw urologist. Schedules appointment with oncology. - Friday: Oncology. Biopsy scheduled. EKG. Spoke with anesthesia nurse. Spoke with PCP nurse. - Saturday: PCP clears me for biopsy surgery.
TL;DR: is TL;DR: This subreddit is a great place to get calming advice. All in all, a busy week filling me in on what's going on.
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TL;DR at bottom of post.
Quick recap: MRI last Tuesday. Tests posted to my online records on Wednesday. Very quickly I posted a message to my urologist's office. Then I figured Reddit must have a group, and I posted here. Cried while typing both messages.
Since then: Wednesday evening: Nurse from urology calls within 15 minutes of my message to help me destress and understand test results (a little).
Numerous Redditors coming to my mental aid. You guys are amazing. I cannot thank you enough. Sleep was hard that first night, but not impossible.
Told my wife. SHE'S A CHAMP! She's very practical. "You don't even know if it's cancer. Calm down."
Thursday: Wife and I went to see my urologist. "We don't even know if it's cancer. Calm down." He explained some things and put my mind even further at ease. He put a message through to the oncology urology doctor to set up an appointment. Appointment set for Monday. Cancer urology called me 10 minutes later to tell me they have an appointment the next day (Friday) and I took it.
Friday: Wife went with me on Friday to the cancer urologist. "We don't even know if it's cancer. Calm down." He showed me the MRI, identified the mass (behind the urethra), and made notes on a page with sketches of a prostate. This coming Friday I'll go in for the transperineal biopsy.
This YouTube thumbnail jpeg shows where they are going to take a sample. The needle will go around, not through, the urethra. The ultrasound wand is used along with the MRI to pinpoint the location of the lesion. Results in 5-7 days. Doctor appointment with the cancer urologist will be two weeks after the biopsy. This means I could see the results online a week before my appointment. I don't know if I want to look. Doctor assures me I have PLENTY of time to make decisions once we know what we're dealing with. Verrrrrrry slow cancer if it even is cancer.
Got a call from cardiology to come in Friday afternoon for an EKG. The EKG is required before the biopsy because I will be under general anesthesia. Got results 2 hours later: Heart's a little wonky from hypertension. Need to workout more. No immediate problems.
Got a call from anesthesia Friday afternoon (before the EKG) to discuss the medications I take and which ones to stop taking before the biopsy. Got a second call letting me know they're trying to reach my primary care physician (PCP) for surgery clearance.
PCP office called and said they could see me Saturday afternoon. My doctor would be working the after-hours clinic.
Saturday: Saw PCP and we went over my current physical state. I saw him in early April. No real change except my blood pressure is lower because I'm finally working out. He said "You're going to die of something else before you die of prostate cancer." It wasn't "Calm down" but it had a similar effect.
Anesthesia called me Saturday evening (same woman every time) to let me know the clearance had been put through and everything is lined up for Friday's biopsy.