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2023.06.04 03:52 LeleTheKing [DISC] Ranker’s Return - Chapter 105 S2 END (Reaper Scans)
2023.06.04 03:26 newsmangasfr Date de sortie Mercenary Enrollment Chapitre 138
2023.06.04 03:18 dear_remnant [CAN-ON] [H]PS1-5,3/DS,GC,GBA,NSW,amiibo,misc [W] lists
Here's what I can offer for trades. CIB unless noted otherwise. List may get updated after initial posting.
|PS1 || |
|Breath of Fire 3 ||Manual damaged. Missing first page. Disc plays okay. |
|Breath of Fire 4 || |
|Parasite Eve ||Small crack in the case |
|Tactics Ogre || |
|Alundra ||missing map |
|Dragon Warrior 7 || |
|Legend of Legaia || |
|Metal Gear Solid ||missing manual |
|Lunar Silver Star Story Complete ||some damage in outer box |
|Suikoden ||small rip in first page of manual |
|Wild Arms 2 ||loose disc only |
|Final Fantasy Tactics || |
|Revelations: Persona ||box only |
|Star Ocean: The Second Story || |
|Gran Turismo ||Brand new. Plastic wrap is gone but seal at the top is still intact. |
|A bug's life || |
|Black Dawn || |
|Formula1 98 || |
|Small soldiers || |
|The next tetris || |
|Star wars: Episode 1 The phantom menace || |
|Twisted metal III || |
|Wu-Tang: Shaolin Style || |
|Apocalypse || |
|Playstation Underground Jampack || |
|NHL FaceOff 99 || |
|NFL Xtreme || |
|NFL GameDay 2001 ||Sealed. Small rip in the plastic wrap |
|NFL GameDay 2000 || |
|MLB 2000 || |
|3Xtreme || |
|Contender || |
|Jampack Summer 99 || |
|Jampack Winter 98 || |
|Interactive CD Sampler Pack Volume 3 || |
|Spyro || |
|Bust A Groove || |
|PS2 || |
|Shin Megami Tensei: Persona 3 [Limited Edition] ||outer box showing some wear |
|.Hack Quarantine ||Missing anime DVD, Case may not be original |
|Front mission 4 || |
|Katamari Damacy || |
|Silent Hill 3 || |
|Silent Hill 4 || |
|Suikoden 3 || |
|Final Fantasy XII Limited Edition (steelbook) || |
|Xenosaga Episode 1 || |
|Xenosaga Episode 3 || |
|Guitar Hero || |
|Guitar Hero Metallica || |
|Guitar Hero III Legend of Rock || |
|Rockband AC/DC Track Pack || |
|Grandia II || |
|Grandia III || |
|Yakuza 2 || |
|Shin Megami Tensei III: Nocturne || |
|Kingdom Hearts ||GH |
|Dragon Ball Z Budokai Tenkaichi 3 || |
|PSP || |
|Untold Legends Brotherhood Of The Blade || |
|Prince Of Persia: The Forgotten Sands || |
|Legend Of Heroes III Song Of The Ocean ||loose umd only |
|Grand Theft Auto Liberty City Stories ||GH |
|Robots ||UMD Movie |
|Vita || |
|Killzone Mercenary ||loose |
|PS3 || |
|Metal Gear Solid: The Legacy Collection [Artbook Bundle] ||Sealed with artbook |
|Dante's Inferno Divine Edition ||with slipcover, missing manual |
|Yakuza 3 || |
|BlazBlue: Continuum Shift Extend || |
|Batman: Arkham City || |
|Blazing Angels: Squadrons of WWII || |
|Disney Infinity starter pack ||Sealed |
|Record of Agarest War 2 ||Sealed, One corner of box is dinged |
|Dead Island Riptide [Rigor Mortis Edition] ||Sealed |
|Dead Space 3 Dev-team Edition ||Sealed, 4004/5000 |
|Battlefield 3 || |
|Battlefield 4 || |
|Far Cry 2 || |
|Far Cry 4 || |
|Cabela's Big Game Hunter 2010 || |
|Heavy Fire: Afghanistan || |
|Tom Clancy's Rainbow Six Vegas || |
|Little Big Planet Karting || |
|Batman: Arkham Asylum - GoTY edition || |
|Medal of Honor: Warfighter || |
|Need for Speed: The Run LE || |
|Need for Speed: Hot Pursuit LE || |
|Need for Speed: Hot Pursuit ||loose, GH |
|Need for Speed: Rivals ||missing manual |
|Sonic's Ultimate Genesis Collection || |
|Duke Nukem Forever || |
|Lego Batman 2: DC Super Heroes ||GH |
|Lego Star Wars: The Force Awakens ||loose |
|Destiny || |
|Lost Planet 3 ||Sealed |
|God of War Collection ||GH |
|PS4 || |
|Fallout 4 Pipboy edition ||Sealed |
|Elder Scrolls Online Tamriel Unlimited Imperial Edition ||Sealed |
|Wolfenstein II: The new Colossus Collector's Edition ||Sealed |
|Final fantasy vii remake || |
|Final fantasy vii remake deluxe edition ||Sealed |
|Neptunia x SENRAN KAGURA: Ninja Wars ||digital code |
|Sekiro: Shadows die twice || |
|Kingdom Hearts All-in-one ||sealed |
|Fifa 14 || |
|Battlefield 4 || |
|INSIDE / LIMBO double pack || |
|WWE 2K15 Hulkamania Edition ||sealed |
|Dying Light || |
|Fallout 4 || |
|Borderlands: The Handsome Collection || |
|PS5 || |
|Tales of Arise ||Sealed |
|Elden Ring Collector's Edition ||Sealed |
|Elden Ring preorder code x3 ||Willing to throw this in free with any trade |
|Elden Ring with steelbook bundle ||Bundle seems to be Bestbuy Canada exclusive |
|Scarlet Nexus ||Sealed |
|Evil Dead ||digital code |
|Horizon Forbidden West Collector's Edition ||Sealed |
|Xbox || |
|Terminator 3: Rise of the Machines ||gamestop sticker on manual |
|Xbox360 || |
|Ace Combat 6: Fires of Liberation || |
|Banjo-Kazooie: Nuts & Bolts || |
|Fallout 3 || |
|Halo 4 LE ||Sealed |
|Lost Odyssey || |
|Silent Hill: Homecoming || |
|Otomedius Excellent || |
|GameCube || |
|Resident Evil || |
|Donkey Konga 2 ||Sealed |
|Wii || |
|Super Mario All-Stars: 25th Anniversary Edition ||Sealed |
|The Last Story LE || |
|Sin & Punishment: Star Successor ||Sealed |
|Switch || |
|Xenoblade Chronicles 2 || |
|Xenoblade Chronicles 2: Torna the Golden Country ||Sealed |
|Xenoblade Chronicles 3 ||Sealed |
|Metroid Dread Special Edition ||Sealed |
|Shin Megami Tensei V Fall of Men Premium Edition ||Sealed |
|Hoa ||Sealed |
|Story of Seasons: Pioneers of Olive Town Premium Edition ||Sealed |
|Prinny Presents NIS Classics Volume 1 [Deluxe Edition] ||Sealed |
|AI: THE SOMNIUM FILES – nirvanA Initiative Collectors Edition ||Sealed |
|Legend of Zelda the tears of the kingdom Collector's edition ||Sealed |
|GBA || |
|Crash Bandicoot Purple: Ripto's Rampage ||loose |
|Avatar: The Last Airbender ||loose |
|SpongeBob SquarePants Movie ||loose |
|American Dragon Jake Long Rise Of The Huntsclan ||loose |
|Ty The Tasmanian Tiger 3 ||loose |
|Pokemon LeafGreen ||loose |
|Pokemon Sapphire ||loose, dry battery replaced |
|Chronicles Of Narnia Lion Witch And The Wardrobe ||loose |
|Super Mario Advance 4: Super Mario Bros. 3 ||loose |
|Tales of Phantasia ||loose |
|Shining Soul 2 ||loose |
|Kirby and the Amazing Mirror ||loose |
|Kirby Nightmare in Dreamland ||loose |
|DS || |
|Coral Pink DS Lite ||Excellent cosmetic condition, charger included |
|White DSi ||no charger, stylus |
|TMNT || |
|Lego Harry Potter Year 1-4 || |
|Phantasy Star 0 ||missing manual |
|Flash Focus || |
|Castlevania: Order of Ecclesia ||loose |
|Valkyrie Profile: Covenant of the Plume ||loose |
|Final Fantasy: The 4 Heroes of Light ||loose |
|Pokemon HeartGold ||loose, small damage on label |
|Pokemon HeartGold ||Complete minus Pokewalker |
|Pokemon SoulSilver ||box only |
|Pokemon Diamond || |
|Pokemon Diamond ||loose |
|Pokemon Platinum ||loose |
|Pokemon Black || |
|Pokemon Black ||missing manual |
|Pokemon Black ||box only |
|Hoppie ||no manual, some water damage in cover arts |
|Kingdom Hearts 358/2 Days || |
|Metroid Prime: Hunters - First Hunt ||loose |
|Diddy Kong Racing || |
|Fossil Fighters || |
|Professor Layton And The Curious Village || |
|3DS || |
|3DS XL Black+Red ||CIB, Cave Story digital installed |
|New 3DS XL Galaxy ||loose. Charger included. Missing stylus, Dual IPS screen |
|Pokemon X || |
|Rune Factory 4 || |
|Bravely Second: End Layer ||Warning booklet missing |
|Kingdom Hearts 3D Dream Drop Distance LE ||Missing AR cards |
|Pokemon Sun ||loose |
|Pokemon Ultra Sun ||loose |
|Pokemon X ||loose, have 2 |
|Pokemon Alpha Sapphire ||loose |
|Kirby Triple Deluxe ||loose |
|LEGO Star Wars The Force Awakens ||Case in rough shape. Missing manual |
|Etrian Odyssey V: Beyond The Myth [Launch Edition] ||sealed |
|Sonic: Lost World || |
|Super Smash Bros. for Nintendo 3DS || |
|Mario Kart 7 || |
|Kirby: Triple Deluxe ||Nintendo Selects |
|Donkey Kong Country Returns 3D ||Nintendo Selects |
|Tales of the Abyss ||sealed |
|Fantasy Life || |
|Amiibo (all SSB except noted otherwise) ||All sealed in original box |
|Peach (Super Mario) ||025W1 |
|Yoshi (Super Mario) ||524W2 |
|Mario ||434W2 |
|Bowser ||464S1 |
|Diddy Kong ||424S1 |
|Luigi ||434S1 |
|Pikachu ||474W2 |
|Squirtle ||279W5 |
|Ivysaur ||299W5 |
|Snake ||2559G1 |
|Sonic ||494W2 |
|Peach ||444W3 |
|Link (Link's awakening) ||2079G1 |
|Link ||524S1 |
|Link (Majora's mask) ||187S1 |
|Guides || |
|Tales of Vesperia ||BradyGames |
|Dark Souls ||FuturePress, Sealed |
|Dark Souls II CE ||FuturePress, Sealed |
|Dragon Warrior VII ||Prima |
|Breath of Fire IV ||Prima |
|Ni No Kuni: Wrath of the White Witch ||Prima, Hard Cover |
|Wild Arms 4 ||Prima |
|God of War III ||BradyGames |
|Resident Evil 6 ||BradyGames, Hard Cover, Sealed |
|Legend of Zelda Collector's Box Set ||Prima, sealed |
|Steelbooks ||G1 size unless noted. No games included. |
|Assassin's Creed 3 ||in shrink wrap |
|Assassin's Creed Collection || |
|Batman Arkham City Armored Edition || |
|Batman Arkham City ||G2 |
|Call of Duty Black Ops II || |
|Dead Space 3 ||in shrink wrap |
|Devil May Cry ||G2 |
|Dishonored || |
|Duke Nukem Forever ||in shrink wrap |
|Epic Mickey 2 || |
|Farcry 3 ||in shrink wrap |
|FF XIII Lightning Returns ||in shrink wrap |
|Hitman Absolution || |
|Injustice Gods Among Us || |
|Medal of Honor Warfighter ||G2 |
|New Super Mario Bros U || |
|NHL 12 || |
|Prototype 2 ||in shrink wrap |
|Sleeping Dogs || |
|Thief || |
|World of Warcraft Mist of Pandara || |
|Misc || |
|FF X Play Arts Tidus ||Still in original box, never displayed out of box |
|FF X Play Arts Yuna ||Still in original box, never displayed out of box |
|FF X Play Arts Auron ||Still in original box, never displayed out of box |
|FFVII Advent Children Play Arts Sephiroth ||Still in original box, never displayed out of box |
|FFVII Advent Children Play Arts Vincent ||Still in original box, never displayed out of box |
|FFVII Advent Children Play Arts Cloud with Fenrir ||Still in original box, never displayed out of box |
|Steer 'n win jr racing wheel/pedal ||compatible with PS1/N64 |
|Diablo III Collector's Edition PC ||Sealed |
|Diablo III Reaper of Souls Collector's Edition PC ||Sealed |
|Homeworld Collector's Edition PC ||Sealed |
Mostly interested in JRPGs and horrors. Working design, Enix, Falcom, NIS, Atlus, etc. Must be CIB unless noted otherwise.
|Adventures of Lomax |
|Deception III: Dark Delusion |
|Echo Night |
|King's Field (Long box) |
|King's Field II |
|Klonoa: Door to Phantomile |
|Misadventures of Tron Bonne |
|RayCrisis: Series Termination |
|Shadow Tower |
|Tail Concerto |
|Thunder Force V |
|Torneko: The Last Hope |
|Resident evil survivor |
|Blood Will Tell |
|Echo Night: Beyond |
|Forever Kingdom |
|Haunting Ground |
|Shadow Heart |
|Silent Hill 2 (Greatest Hits) |
|Silent Hill: Shattered Memories |
|Tsugunai: Atonement |
|Atelier Ryza LE |
|Atelier Sophie LE |
|Tales of Berseria CE |
|The Last of us Part 1 Firefly edition (sealed) |
|Hyperdimension Neptunia Re;Brith 1 LE |
|Dragon Warrior Monsters |
|Dragon Warrior Monsters 2: Cobi's Journey |
|Dragon Warrior Monsters 2: Tara's Adventure |
|Dragon Warrior I & II |
|Revelations: The Demon Slayer |
|Klonoa 2: Dream Champ Tournament |
|Klonoa: Empire of Dreams |
|Lunar Legend |
|GameCube || |
|Star Fox: Assault ||Manual only |
|Jet Black GameCube box and cardboard inserts || |
|Indigo wired OEM controller ||low want |
|Switch || |
|Dragon quest xi ||sealed preferred |
|DS || |
|Commando: Steel Disaster || |
|Dragon Quest V || |
|Dragon Quest IV ||Box and manual only |
|Etrian Odyssey || |
|Izuna: Legend of the Unemployed Ninja || |
|Lunar: Dragon Song ||Manual only |
|Resident Evil: Deadly Silence || |
|Sands of Destruction || |
|Super Robot Taisen OG Saga Endless Frontier || |
|Corpse Party: Back to School Edition |
|Dragon Quest VII |
|Dragon Quest VIII |
|Etrian Mystery Dungeon (Launch soundtrack bundle preferred) |
|Etrian Odyssey Nexus (launch edition) |
|Fire Emblem Fates SE |
|Radiant Historia: Perfect Chronology (launch edition) |
|Shin Megami Tensei: Devil Summoner: Soul Hackers (with soundtrack) |
|Shin Megami Tensei: Devil Survivor 2 Record Breaker (launch edition) |
|Shin Megami Tensei: Devil Survivor Overclocked |
|Shin Megami Tensei IV Apocalypse Launch Edition |
|Turbografx-16 Console (CIB) and CIB games |
|Dragon Quest Slime controller for Switch |
|All Uncharted Waters games (SNES and Genesis, CIB) |
- Prefer to trade within Canada, but will consider cross border too if offers are attractive.
- Will provide pics upon request.
- I have not listed everything in haves/wants. I will gladly check your list and work something out.
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2023.06.04 03:09 LeleTheKing [DISC] Overgeared - Chapter 179 (Reaper Scans)
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2023.06.04 02:51 Affectionate_Fox9101 Recent Colorado Governor Announcement for Statewide Online Sales (6/1/23)
The following articles in regards to the repeal of the ban on online sale of cannabis products in Colorado was announced on Thursday, June 1st, 2023 (see links below for the source of each article): norml.org/blog/2023/06/02/colorado-legislation-becomes-law-permitting-online-sales-of-retail-cannabis-products/amp/ https://www.marijuanamoment.net/colorado-governor-signs-bill-to-allow-online-marijuana-sales/
The actual bill can be found at the following link: https://leg.colorado.gov/sites/default/files/documents/2023A/bills/2023a_1279_enr.pdf
The implications and benefits are as follows:
- The language of the bill indicates that the online sales can begin as early as 90 days after the signing of the bill (effectively on or about September 1st, 2023)
- This will allow individuals to shift the debit card purchasing process from on-premise to online (moving it up in the sales process).
- This will reduce the workload on Schwazze's employees, and reduce costs overall.
- This will also reduce the amount of cash held on-site which will reduce security costs and risk.
There are several questions that come to mind:
- Will this allow more payment methods to come into play beyond just traditional debit cards (e.g., Venmo, Zelle, Apple Pay, etc..)?
- Will the payor and the purchaser have to be the same person (e.g., in many online retail stores you can have the person who purchases be different from the person who pays). This still would require that the named purchaser would have to be the one who picks up, but it may open up the door for people who do not have debit cards to be able to use other people's debit cards to make payment and for a separate named person who is 21 or over to pick up the product.
- How do the economics work in terms of operational efficiency work with transferring the payment processing to online vs. in-store? In other words, what kind of margin improvement can we expect to see?
- Will this now also impact the ability for deliveries in such a way that people can pay online now in advance and ID verification can be done by the delivery person? Or is delivery unaffected by this chance (Section II of the bill would imply that pickup has to be on-premise and therefore prohibit an online purchase which involves a delivery)? Here is the link to the original House Bill authorizing cannabis delivery services: Bill Text: CO HB1234 2019 Regular Session Enrolled LegiScan
- Will this open up the door to "pop-up" type dispensaries with smaller footprints who are focused on online pick-ups with limited marketing/sales?
If anyone has any insights on this matter, please share,
If you like what you read, feel free to:
- "Like" this post
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- Join our reddit subgroup for free if you haven't already,
- Send me a private message if you would also like to join our Schwazze whatsapp chat group where we chat regularly about Schwazze and is different from our Reddit Group.
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2023.06.04 02:42 LeleTheKing [DISC] Ending Maker - Chapter 42 (Reaper Scans)
2023.06.04 02:40 LeleTheKing [DISC] The Great Mage Returns After 4000 Years - Chapter 171 (Reaper Scans)
2023.06.04 02:31 AbuIkrimah Course
2023.06.04 02:05 FetaBass The Great Mage Returns After 4000 Years - Chapter 171 [Reaper Scans]
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2023.06.03 20:45 hahdhdid1 [Disc] Mercenary Enrollment Chapter 139
2023.06.03 20:33 LoveMangaBuddy Read Mercenary Enrollment - Chapter 139 - MangaPuma
Yu Ijin was the sole survivor of a plane crash when he was little. After becoming a mercenary to survive for 10 years, he returns to his family in his hometown. ... Read Mercenary Enrollment - Chapter 139 - MangaPuma. Read more at https://mangapuma.com/mercenary-enrollment/chapter-139
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2023.06.03 18:58 Frank_Leroux Molossus, Chapter Sixteen
First Chapter Chapter Fifteen
“Thank you, Ms. President, and Mr. Secretary-General. It’s my privilege to come and speak to everyone present during such a momentous time in human history. One which, I hope, will lead to a brighter future for us all…”
US President Correa’s boilerplate beginning flowed out as she scanned the room. Behind her rostrum sat a larger dais tiled with green marble, behind which sat the UN President, Secretary-General, and Under-Secretary-General. Two huge screens flanked the dais, and those screens now showed Correa’s face as she continued.
“…and we are committed to our country’s pledge to finding a peaceful and just way for Coalition technology to be incorporated worldwide, and to not attempt any reverse-engineering of our own. Make no mistake; we do not do this out of any sense of altruism or fairness, as pleasant as that may sound. We will hold this pledge sacred for the simple reason that, if the United States were
to attempt such efforts the rest of the world would, without a doubt, find out. That, of course, would lead to a great instability.”
‘Great instability’ was diplomatic-speak for ‘the rest of the world then gangs up on the USA and then everything goes to hell’.
“I know there has already been a great deal of debate in this august hall as to the best way to proceed forward, in a fair and impartial manner. We believe that we have found what one might call a ‘trial run’ which will allow us to work out such matters.”
The general murmuring from the many semi-circular rows of desks in front of her increased.
“To begin with, during the first weeks after first contact we wanted to make sure our guests from the Coalition would not starve to death. Much like humanity’s own ships during the Age of Sail, Coalition exploration vessels store enough provisions for years…but such provisions never last. They have very advanced recycling, but mostly for water and even that is only a stop-gap measure. It is unknown even at this time as to how long it will take to repair the Exultant Finger of Rithro
, and we did not want to risk the crew running out of food.
“Therefore, we undertook an emergency effort to have their ship’s medic examine various Earth foods to determine their compatibility with our guests’ varied biochemistries. I am pleased to report that there are quite a few Earth foodstuffs which are indeed compatible, although there are some specific items which act as allergens amongst some of the Coalition species. During these efforts, we did learn a bit about how their alien biochemistries work…information which has been duly published and is now openly available. We also began to get glimpses of something wonderful, and asked the Coalition crew for more details. They supplied us with some general ideas of what their medical technology can accomplish; I must emphasize that we do not possess any knowledge of how they can perform such miracles.”
Now the murmuring got quite a bit higher, but not quite to the point where they’d have to call for order.
“Yes, I use the word ‘miracles’ advisedly. For example, take Captain Sadaf. You have all seen her, and how she moves like a person in the prime of their life. Now. What if I told you that she is a little over four hundred years old?”
The murmuring died down into a shocked silence.
“Her species, the auhn, is no more long-lived than we are…but they are able to regenerate and remove the effects of aging. I hope the esteemed ambassadors can see what I am driving at. I propose that we set up a research institute, international in scope, to be placed at a neutral location which is still to be determined. The purpose of that institute will be to study and adapt Coalition medical technology for use in humans.”
Now the murmuring started again; she hoped they were actually listening instead of hatching side-deals with each other.
“You all have families and friends. I’m sure you have at least one family member, one good friend, who died of some horrible and unnecessary
affliction. Think of what this means to the world, to us. It is also an excellent way to determine the inevitable issues and frictions which will arise from such a concerted international effort, and that, in turn, will inform our efforts in mutual reverse-engineering of other Coalition technology.
“I know this is, in many ways, a frightening time. Change can be frightening. But I am convinced that you will all know the right way forward, and that you will all see the need for us to unite in this matter, even if others may not be so clear-cut. I thank you for the opportunity to speak.”
As she stepped away from the rostrum, the UN President cleared his throat.
“We will now begin the debate on Madame President Correa’s proposal. Paper copies, with specifics of the proposal, are now being distributed to you all. We’ll now begin the debate period…yes, the gentleman from Portugal…?”
Correa’s Chief of Staff was a shorter, tubby man with an olive complexion by the name of Pablo Rosas. He and Correa sat in a White House conference room, staring at a big screen which now showed the results of the UN vote. “Well, I suppose that went about as well as we could expect,” said Rosas.
“Yep. I was surprised they even agreed with our asking them to kick in some money.”
Rosas chuckled. “Keep in mind that all of this new medical tech will be available for anyone patent-free. Should be air-tight legally, since nobody here on Earth invented it; we’re merely adapting it. I think that was the sweetener we needed to get it passed.”
The president gave a brief nod, then tapped a few keys on the controls in front of her. The screen now showed a world map. “Now we just have to figure out where to put the damn thing without everyone getting butt-mad about it.”
“Hmm.” Rosas laced his fingers over his substantial gut as he regarded the map. “Someplace not ‘the usual’, then.”
Correa growled in frustration. “I keep thinking Switzerland, but I know there’s gonna be a lot of shit flung about that it’s too European-centric. Taiwan would be great; they’ve got both a good tech base and excellent transport infrastructure.”
“But way too controversial, for obvious reasons,” replied Rosas. “Japan?”
“China will, again, kick up a fuss. Huh. New Zealand?”
“That might work. They tend to be more neutral…but then again some might say they’re in too close with Australia, and that this whole effort is too Western-centric.” His eyes flicked back to north on the map. He was about to move his gaze elsewhere, but then he paused. “What about Iceland?”
“Iceland?” Correa almost scoffed, then looked more thoughtfully at the map. “Okay, they’re a NATO member which is a minus. But they tend to remain mostly neutral, which is a plus. Decent transportation infrastructure…don’t we have a naval air base there?”
“I think so, let me check…” Rosas tapped at his phone. “Hey, Jack? What can you tell me about any US naval air bases in Iceland? Just the highlights.” After a couple of minutes, he responded with a curt, “Okay, that’s enough, thanks.”
He put his phone away. “We kinda-sorta have one, at a place called Keflavik. The base there used to be a lot bigger during the Cold War. Then we shut it down after the Soviets were no longer a going concern. Iceland uses it now, and they allow us to fly submarine-search aircraft out of there, but a few years ago they nixed the DOD’s request to rebuild it into a more permanent base.”
“That does work in their favor. It makes for better optics if they’re known for keeping NATO at arm’s length.”
Rosas sat up. “Think the UN will go for it?”
“We can only try. I’ll have our ambassador in Reykjavik make some discreet inquiries, let’s see if they’d be okay with our proposing them as a candidate.”
The Chief of Staff smiled. “If it goes through, this institute will be pumping well north of a billion dollars per year into their economy. That should make it more than ‘okay’.
Agent Cécile Savoie sat in a secure-location breakroom, silently grumbling as she held an as-yet un-drunk mug of coffee in her hands. As the agent-in-charge of the security detail during the Camp David incident, she’d been put on administrative leave, right alongside every other agent who’d been there. But it wasn’t like she had much down time; the inquiry board into that incident now summoned her damn near every other day for yet another round of tedious questioning.
“Hey,” said Hanson as he strolled in, looking just as sour as she felt.
She looked up in surprise. “Hey yourself. I thought you were assigned to the alien detail.”
“I was,” he said as he seated himself across the circular table from her. “Guess being in Alabama when the shitshow went down wasn’t far enough away to be completely out of suspicion. I just finished running my own gauntlet. But the rumor is, I’m getting it easy compared to everyone who was at Camp David, including the special forces people. Especially you.”
“Yeah, it’s pretty much a colonoscopy every day,” she muttered. “Going over the timeline, where I was at which times, who I had direct line of sight on, who I was in radio contact with.” She finally sipped her coffee.
Hanson’s sour expression deepened. “Do you really think it was one of us?”
She sighed. “It has to be. My gut tells me that there’s more than one mole and I told the inquiry board as much. The fuckers who got in knew too much about our patrol patterns, where everyone was, when they’d have a clear shot at an infil. That means someone with access to our methods and comms, and as to the latter we don’t use CB radios.”
The other agent leaned back. “Fuck. I wish I knew why any of us would do that. We’re supposed to be quiet professionals, not frothing radicals.”
Savoie turned the mug in her hands. “Not to tell tales out of school but, through the whisper network, they’ve been leaning hard on the captured dudes from the attack. Apparently one of their main ‘objections’,” and here she made some one-handed air quotes, “is that they think the whole Breaker thing is a ruse. It’s all smoke and mirrors, so that we’ll beg the Coalition to come and save us. And then…well, it gets vague after that but I guess they claim that at best we’ll get turned into the galactic equivalent of a Native American reservation. Worst case, we all get harvested for our precious bodily fluids.”
Hanson stared at her for a moment in disbelief. “That is, if you will forgive the uncouth term, utterly retarded. For chrissake, the Hubble got some beautiful shots of their ship once they’d spun that shield around to reveal it to us. I mean, I’m no spacecraft expert but even I could tell it had gotten the shit pounded out of it.”
She responded with a shrug. “Hey, Flat Earthers are still a thing.”
“Flat Earthers don’t stage FUCKING mortar attacks in our nation’s capital,” snapped Hanson. Then he subsided and spoke more softly. “Sorry, I shouldn’t be so on edge. This whole thing just pisses me off.”
“Join the club,” said Savoie as she sipped more coffee. “I just don’t get it, though.”
Hanson made a gentle ‘continue’ wave of his hand.
She leaned forward. “Okay. Our comrades in the CIA managed to identify the four who made it into the compound. They were all mercenaries, each with at least ten or fifteen years of experience in kicking ass around some of the worst hot spots in the world. Syria, Burma, bunch of places in Africa. One of ‘em even turned out to be ex-Wagner group.”
“Okay?” It was a leading single-word question, but not an unkind one.
“So why was the rest of the attack made up of nothing but a bunch of goddamn shit-kickers? And that includes the aborted attempt in Decatur. I’ve seen the files of those we rounded up in the Camp David attack. They were all low-life idiots just banging around, maybe they might have once held a gun in their lives. Hell, from what I’ve heard, the shootings that triggered the alarm at Camp David were an accident; those intruders were supposed to sneak around
that patrol, not kill them. They all had the same top-of-the-line kit, so we know whoever is behind this has deep pockets. Why not hire an entire bunch of competent people instead of doing it onesy-twoseys?”
“It is a puzzle.” Hanson got up and set a styrofoam cup of water into the nearby microwave. As the cup turned within its electromagnetic prison, he leaned against the nearby counter and pondered her question. “Maybe the team in the woods was intended just as a distraction?”
“That’s what I thought at first, but then I reconsidered. I mean, what if the four who went in failed? You’d still need a proper backup plan. Same thing with the Decatur bunch. By the way, did they ever catch them?”
Hanson let out a dark chuckle. “Decatur PD found a pile of vests and rifles, hastily wiped down. They were able to pull a few partial prints off of ‘em. My guess is they’ve fled to the proverbial four winds, hoping to lay low for the rest of their lives. We’ll nab ‘em eventually.”
The microwave dinged and he retrieved his hot water, then pulled a tea bag out of his jacket pocket as he re-seated himself.
Savoie smiled. “I never figured you for a tea guy.”
He unwrapped the bag and with a bit of ceremony dunked it into his cup. “Well, I used to be a coffee guy, but my gut doesn’t agree with the acidity.”
“We do have tea here, you know.” She pointed to the storage bins behind him.
“Yeah, but it’s cheap-ass stuff. The brand I like is expensive, but worth it…” Hanson’s eyes widened as he trailed off.
She raised an eyebrow. “Hanson? Do you smell burnt toast?”
“They couldn’t afford it,” he said in a near-whisper.
Savoie was about to tell him to stop being overly dramatic, then she realized he might be on to something and that she didn’t dare distract him. “Keep talking.”
He leaned forward, his forearms on the table. “Okay. Imagine you’re a hard-bitten mercenary. You’ve been in the literal shit, in every nasty conflict anyone cares to name. Somehow, someone finds you and comes to you. They say ‘hey, these aliens are bad news, do you want to kill them?’ Even if you, as the hypothetical mercenary, are down with the cause…”
“From what the intruders were yelling, they were,” said Savoie.
“Yeah but even then, our mystery financier is asking you to infil and exfil out of one of the most heavily guarded pieces of real estate on the planet. Oh, and kill a bunch of special-forces-maybe and aliens-definitely in between. What do you do then?”
She replied with a grim smile. “If I’m that mercenary, then I ask for a metric fuck-ton of money. And there were four of them, they would have all done the same. Hell, they must have been doing collective bargaining.”
Hanson dunked his tea bag as he thought it through. “Okay, so our mystery mastermind has a lot of money, but not billions on hand to hire a literal army of hard cases. Huh. So those other dipshits might indeed have been a distraction.”
“Maybe. They must have also spent quite a bit on the mortar attack. That wasn’t made by some hobbyist in their bedroom, they knew what they were doing. Given that nobody saw them set up the launcher or leave, they were more pro.” Savoie hoped that the FBI’s efforts to track the various mortar components turned up something soon. Thus far, those efforts were bogged down; as it turned out, quite a few companies had ordered the identified components, and tracking the subsequent second-hand purchases was time-consuming.
“And those mortar-making pros would be more expensive.” Hanson sipped a bit of tea. “Did they ever get anything off of the launcher itself?”
“Sadly, no. Turns out the whole damned thing was homemade, constructed out of tubing and other off-the-shelf components. It was also wiped down thoroughly, no prints. Like I said, pros.”
“But limited in resources,” said Hanson. “Which explains one of the things that’s bugged me
. Namely, that our OPFOR didn’t use some proper artillery. If they have a couple of moles in the Secret Service, then it should be easy to recruit and pay some military dudes to slip ‘em some gear and alter the logs. They could stow a howitzer inside a semi-tractor-trailer. You could park that thing anywhere up to 25 miles away. Use a single 155mm Excalibur GPS-guided munition, boom. That would have pretty much obliterated the stage and everyone on it. Then you just re-stow the howitzer and toodle off all innocent-like, right when everyone is freaking the hell out.”
“So they couldn’t afford that type of arty strike,” she said. “Or they simply didn’t have the contacts to pull that off. Hmm. I wonder if our moles are getting paid at all?”
Hanson resumed his thousand-yard stare. “The mortar attack must have been planned first. The other two attacks feel much more like rush jobs.”
“Eh? Oh, I get it. Sadaf’s speech was known well in advance. It was going to be one of her first big public appearances since the initial presidential speech. They were broadcasting it online to the world. Having her get turned into chunky red salsa, in real time, would be one helluva statement. So that’s what they focused on.” She drank a bit more coffee, and now it was time for her eyes to widen. “Our mole or moles didn’t arrive at Camp David until after
Sadaf’s speech was announced.”
“That…oh, yeah, that makes sense. Originally the mortar attack is the OPFORs’ only focus, but yet somehow they’ve suborned one or two Secret Service agents and they have ‘em in their back pocket. Then one, or better yet both, of the moles gets assigned to the Camp David detail, and they realize that now that they have a golden opportunity to get at the other aliens as well. So they go off and hire four pros for the actual attack inside, plus a bunch of chucklefucks to act as a distraction, because that’s all they can afford since the four pros are asking for some serious money.”
Savoie leaned forward. “When did Chao and Grakosh leave Camp David?”
“It was, ah, three? No, four days after we got everyone settled, both the aliens and the special forces types.”
“Okay, so then
the OPFOR gets word, courtesy of our moles, that one of the aliens is now heading to Alabama. But now they’re stretched so thin that they can’t afford anything other than to hire another bunch of dipshits to make a run at them and hope for the best.”
“And then the second bunch lets the FNG drive.”
They both laughed, but that humor settled down as they both thought through the chain of inference.
“It is pretty thin,” said Savoie at last. “There’s a lot of assumptions in there.”
“Yeah. But I do like the idea of our moles getting assigned at the last minute.”
She rubbed her forehead. “We had a bunch of new people come in when they decided to stow the Rithro crew there. Seven, no eight in all.”
“It’s a place to start,” said Hanson. He finished his tea. “C’mon, let’s see if we can get a meeting with the inquiry board.”
A little while later and not very far away, three people sat in a well-lit but otherwise deadly dull room. At least the chairs were somewhat comfortable. Matt and Martinez sat at two chairs against one wall, while across from them McCoy sat sprawled sideways on another with a foul look on her face. She glowered at the far beige-painted wall. “This completely sucks. Why can’t we have our phones? I could at least play some mahjong.”
“This is a secure location, Corporal,” replied Matt. “Ixnay on the onephays.”
Martinez’s leg jittered. “How long are we gonna sit here? They said they’d call us in, like, an hour ago!”
“Dunno, it’s some kind of last-minute interview thing,” replied Matt with Zen-like calm.
The corporal looked over at Matt. “I don’t get you, man.”
Matt grinned. “Nobody gets me. I’m like the wind, baby!”
“That’s not…I mean, I watched you open up a dude like he was a bag of fuckin’ Doritos using nothing but a fuckin’ knife. Now you’re being all Caine from ‘Kung Fu’.”
“It’s good to know that the classics are still appreciated,” said Matt.
Martinez pointed at him. “If you start calling me ‘Grasshopper’ I will
McCoy turned her glare to the ceiling. “Maybe it’s a psychological test. They want to see if we crack under pressure and start yakking secrets.”
“I mean, I’m sure they’re recording us right now,” replied Matt. “But it’s merely as a precaution. I am also five-nines certain that none of us are suspects. We weren’t integrated into the compound’s overall security, and thus it would be unlikely that we could have let our four attackers in.”
“Not to mention, we were the ones to kill ‘em,” added Martinez. “Well, except for the one that Takh took care of.”
“Yep. This is…I won’t call it a formality, but the board just wants to know where you were and what you saw. Walk them through your personal timelines, understand? Tell them only what you know. If you don’t know something, then say so.”
McCoy turned herself around so that she now sprawled the other way. “This whole bullshit just bugs me. Takh and the others are off with a bunch of strangers and I…I mean, we aren't there to help protect them.”
Matt and Martinez shared a meaningful glance. “From what I heard, Takh is quite capable of taking care of himself,” said the latter with a grin. “You told me he pitched that one dude across the room like he was throwing a softball.”
For once, the petite corporal looked a bit flustered. “Yeah, but, I mean, what if some other potential bad guy gets the drop on him with a gun? I don’t like not being there. I just wanna know that he’s okay. I should be there, just to make sure.”
The smaller man snapped his fingers in the face of the taller, who sighed and took out his wallet. With great ceremony, Matt pulled out a five-dollar bill and placed it upon the now-upraised palm of Martinez.
“Told ya,” said Martinez with a grin.
She sat up and glared at them both. “That doesn’t mean anything! Takh is a good guy!”
“Nobody said he wasn’t,” replied Matt as he stowed his wallet. “He is indeed a good guy.”
“Yeah, seriously, we’re glad you two hooked up,” added Martinez. “Takh’s solid. Hell, I’d let him date my sister.”
“I. Am. Not. Hooked Up. With ANYONE.” McCoy now looked furious enough to chew nails.
Martinez stroked his chin. “Kissing might be a problem, though.”
Matt performed a similar chin-stroking action. “Hmm, indeed, Corporal, I do believe it might be a serious issue. One has all of those mandibles to contend with.” He hooked his fingers next to his mouth in an approximation of an udhyr’s face. “Still, I think that, with enough will and effort, one could figure it out. Like the man said, life finds a way.”
“But how much tongue is he packing?” posed Martinez. “You know what the man also says. Big dude, big tongue. Could make things more interesting, all around.”
The woman did not look amused. “Martinez, Toke? You are now both officially gigantic flatulating assholes.”
“C’mon, McCoy!” protested Martinez. “Think of it this way. A few years from now, let’s say we filthy humans are now part of the Coalition and I’m at some meet ‘n greet, and I just so happen to spy me an oh-so-very-fiiine udhyr mamacita from across the room. Now, I wanna do my bit for my species and approach her, and get some good old inter-species cultural interaction going on. But there’s all sorts of questions. How do I compliment her without insulting her culture? How am I supposed to get in good with her? How do the mechanics work? How do the various bits line up? We need details! You’re at the tip of the spear, we all need good intel!”
McCoy slumped back into her seat. “Over seven hundred billion Dimmadollars of defense spending, and yet somehow I wind up stuck in a room with you two fuckos…oh, by the way, Toke
,” she added, pointing a finger at Matt, “why the hell can you and Sarge never go back to Okinawa?”
“Nice distraction, McCoy,” said Martinez. “My guess is some sort of wet-work shit.”
Matt just smiled. “Oh for fuck’s sake, I don’t kill everyone
I meet. I was a Second LT at the time, managed to somehow leapfrog my way into officer ranks all the way from enlisted. Anyways, the Okinawa affair was merely a case of, well, one particular case of rye whiskey. The good sergeant…was he a sergeant then? Oh yeah, we had done some other stuff I can’t tell you about in someplace I can’t tell you where, and we were celebrating Shaw getting his third stripe. We’d got ahold of the previously-mentioned case of whiskey and then we began toasting to each other’s good health. We did a lot of toasting. Quite
a lot of toasting. As you can imagine, the toasting went on and on until we, um, well we did some unwise things. It started out with us sparring-for-fun with each other in public and escalated from there. No locals were harmed, and nothing we did was hella illegal, or I would’ve never made Captain. Buuut the local government would definitely throw a shitfit if me or, God forbid, both of us set foot back on the island.” He chuckled. “Hell, the Okinawan customs people probably still have both of our pictures taped up inside their booths with a big old sign saying ‘DO NOT ADMIT THIS PERSON, YOU FOOL’ written above them.”
“What did you do?” asked Martinez. His eyes were big and soulful, like a kid asking for yet one more story before bedtime.
Matt shrugged. “I mean, I don’t remember much for obvious reasons. I’m almost sure we didn’t piss on any monuments, that would have definitely been cause for a serious demotion. We did do a number on some shrubbery, that I do remember. We decided it needed to be trimmed back, and so we did so. Using our bare hands. Seemed like a good idea at the time.”
A fearsome light came into McCoy’s eyes. “Martinez, do you know what this means?”
He looked at her all uncertain. “Um, Toke and Sarge have cast-iron livers?”
“No, you fool. Blackmail material
Matt pointed back at her. “Hey, now, I told you that in confidence. Besides, Shaw has a lot more to contend with right now.”
The reminder of the sergeant’s current crippled state brought the elevated atmosphere of the room back down. McCoy nodded as her smile faded. “Right. Hey, did you see the Prez’s speech at the UN?”
“Yep,” said Matt. “From what I’ve read, the political wrangling after it seems pretty tame compared to the usual.”
Martinez snorted. “No shit. Did either of you see the laundry list of shit that we might be able to do? Anti-aging, limb regrowth, cancer treatments which work well and which don’t
half-kill the patient…hell, maybe even Alzheimer’s could be in our rear-view mirror. The grand high muckity-mucks are falling all over themselves to get that out into the world, for themselves if nobody else.”
“You’re way too cynical, Martinez,” said Matt.
“Oh fuck off. What if…okay, I know this sounds like a cheesy sci-fi concept, but what if they hoard all of the good shit for themselves and we peons get just the crumbs?”
Matt lapsed back into his meditative demeanor. “In that case, my dear corporal, you or I or McCoy or someone like us will show those hypothetical elites that, while they are indeed long-lived, they are not in fact immortal.”
The trio fell into silence for a few minutes. Then Martinez leaned over towards Matt. “Ah, a little birdie told me you were involved in questioning the prisoners we nabbed at Camp David.”
“I merely facilitated certain conversations,” replied Matt.
Martinez sighed. “What the fuck does that mean?”
“Ask me no questions and I will tell you no lies…Corporal.”
McCoy let out a growl. “Well, I
heard these terrorist assholes are saying that the Breakers aren’t real, that it’s all fake videos from the Coalition.”
“Just to play devil’s advocate,” said Matt, “our AI image and video generation is already getting to the point where, soon, we puny humans could manufacture such evidence.”
“What?” Martinez looked as if he was about to launch himself at Matt.
Matt held up a calming hand. “I’m not saying it is
fake. The Hubble pics are damned convincing.”
Martinez hiked up one foot to place it on his seat, then rested his chin on his knee. “Fuck. I guess it didn’t convince everyone.” He mused for a few moments. “Wait. What if we made it even more convincing?”
“How?” asked Matt.
“We send some humans up to the Rithro
. Two or three at least. The boats can still make it up to the ship, right?”
For once Matt looked uncertain. “I think so? Dunno how many times they can come and go without recharging, we’ll have to ask ‘em.”
“Right, so we set up an even better publicity stunt than the Hubble pics. Choose a few people, from all over the world. We have ‘em travel up to the Rithro
, take pics and video up close showing the damage. Even take ‘em inside the ship and get a full tour, maybe…if the crew is okay with that, of course.”
“Huh.” Matt sat back and pondered the idea. “That’s a really good idea, Martinez. I guess you aren’t as dumb as you look.”
The corporal responded with a slight smile at the verbal jab. “We’d need to choose the right people, though.”
“They’d have to be trustworthy…or at least someone that the entire world will consider trustworthy,” said Matt.
“Well known,” added McCoy. She no longer looked vengeful. “With recognizable faces and voices, and then they can go on all the talk shows after and say that, yes indeed, I got a tour of the ship and it is indeed quite banged up.”
Martinez stared at the far wall. “Some kind of celebrity? Heh. You think Tom Cruise would be up for it?”
Matt laughed. “That beautiful maniac? Hell, he’d insist on shooting an entire movie up there, with at least one action scene where he’s hanging off of the outside of the ship.”
They all smiled at the resulting mental image.
“Chao could work,” said McCoy into the silence. “She’s kind of a celebrity now. After all, she was the first human to come into contact with aliens, eh?” She gave Matt a big and very un-subtle wink.
To skirt the rather…unconventional methods used to achieve a positive First Contact, Matt’s role had been very much demoted in the official story. Now every recounting of the tale included a bit of ‘…oh, and there was also another person who stumbled across our brave woman in the midst of her attempts at informational exchange with the aliens…” His exact identity was also not published, under the screen of ‘he wishes to remain anonymous’.
“Oh bite me, McCoy, it’s fun,” replied Matt. He waggled his eyebrows. “Besides, I work better in the shadows!” He threw his forearm across his face like a half-assed Count Dracula trying to hide behind his cape.
Then he dropped his arm. “Yeah, Chao would be good as a current social-media darling. Of course, she might not want that. She strikes me as more of the wallflower type, for the most part.”
“We need more people,” said Martinez, as he stared at the floor. “Chao might be good on her own, but she’s got that motor-mouth talking thing when you get her going. It’s one or the other. Either she’s trying to shrink into a corner and take up as little space as possible, or suddenly you’re getting pulled into another corner for a doctoral dissertation on how minimal-energy transfer-orbits work.”
Matt pondered for a moment. “Wait, when did she do that? I never sat through one of those lectures.”
Martinez looked away and…well, Matt hoped that their supposed overlords were indeed recording this particular moment in time because the hard-bitten Hispanic special-forces corporal actually blushed
McCoy, of course, realized a golden opportunity for payback and immediately pounced. “Why, Corporal
Martinez,” she purred. “Doooo tell us. When did Chao Me Chu, heh, pull
you into a corner? Hmmm?”
“She’s…she’s just real nice, that’s all,” replied Martinez. “I asked her a couple of questions, and she answered them. That’s all. We both love classic sci-fi, like Asimov and shit. I guess we bonded over that.”
Matt cleared his throat. “Aaaaand may I remind you two and
everyone listening in that we have all been cooped up nuts-to-butts for awhile? Don’t mistake familiarity for romantic bullshit.” He pointed over at Martinez. “But you. If you can follow at least half of what she talks about, then you are absolutely without-a-single-fucking-doubt wasted
as a corporal, even if you’re in a low-drag high-speed outfit like this. You hear me?”
“Um, yes sir.” It was the first time in McCoy’s memory that anyone had addressed Matt as befitting his perhaps-former rank.
“Good. You get your ass into college, somehow. You’re a smart guy, you’ll figure all that shit out. And as for Chao? Just give it room to breathe. Let her know you’re interested, but don’t press the matter.”
“Let her know?” For once Martinez looked completely lost. “How do I…” he trailed off. “I mean, I like her…and yeah, I mean I like her in that
way, but she’s so damn smart and pretty and I’m just some dipshit meathead.”
“Hey, don’t sell yourself short,” said Matt. “You’re our
McCoy’s vengeful smile faded. “Martinez…no, Luca.”
Martinez looked up in surprise at her use of his first name.
She continued. “Just talk to her. Neither of you have any clue as to what ‘normal’ social interactions look like. In your case, it’s because you’ve been a soldier for all of your adult life. In her case, it’s because she’s, well, because she’s Chao. So just walk up to her and be straightforward. Trust me, it’ll be like a breath of fresh air for her to not have to navigate social cues. Just say something like ‘Hey, I really like you, do you like me and do you want to go get a coffee sometime’? Start with that. Chao’s good people, the worst thing she’ll do is say no. She won’t yell at you or talk shit about you online. Buuuut, some sixth sense is telling me she won’t say no to getting some coffee with ya.”
Matt smiled. “McCoy, I think you might have a calling after you leave the military.”
She snorted. “Oh yeah, I’ll hang up my match-making shingle on the internet and start raking in the big bucks. Martinez is right, though. If we try to do a publicity stunt up at the Rithro
, then we’ll need somebody alongside Chao to win the world over. Somebody well-known, but preferably someone not in the traditional Western pop-culture sphere. That’ll make it more palatable…”
Her voice trailed off and she stared into space. The two men now looked at each other in genuine concern until she spoke again a few moments later.
“Guys? I think I just had the best idea ever.”
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2023.06.03 18:11 Confused-Alchemist I just beached my seamoth on the Aurora and realized I didn't take my seaglide with me
So I played Subnautica Over a year ago and somehow managed not to run into a reaper Leviathan once. But stopped playing because the blood kelp forrest scared me to much. I played below zero half a year ago and honestly enjoyed it more than the Main game. Two days ago I started a new game of Subnautica. I went to the Aurora saw Two Reaper Leviathans and decided to be really save and Park the Seamoth as close as possible. Went into the Aurora scanned and collected everything. Went back to my seamoth and realized that I beached it. I also wanted to take as much Posters as possible so took only what I needed in the Aurora. So now I am without any Mode of Transportation and I can See the Leviathan when I swim more than two strokes. What I am trying to say is I will be starting a new game.
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2023.06.03 16:46 Proletlariet Ninth Doctor
"You know what they call me in the ancient legends on the Dalek home world? The Oncoming Storm
. You might have removed all your emotions, but I reckon right down deep in your DNA there’s one little spark left... and that’s fear. Doesn’t it just burn when you face me?
At the conclusion of the Time War, the withered and wartorn Doctor
started his life anew. Though he reclaimed his name after it was disowned by his War incarnation, he tried to distance himself from his past as the last remaining Time Lord in existence. He continued fighting injustice throughout time and space with steely determination while also remaining detached and brooding over his trauma. This incarnation may not have been among the longest in the totality of the Doctor's regeneration cycle, but marked a crucial period in the Doctor's life. Make sure to check out the Tenth Doctor's thread because he uses the same versions of the sonic screwdriver and TARDIS as his predecessor.
Sources Hover over a feat to view its source.
- Doctor Who (2005) series 1= E#
- The Day of the Doctor = 50th
Intelligence & Skill Technological Aptitude
Observation & Deduction
Physical Attributes Biology
Speed & Agility
The TARDIS (Time and Relative Dimensions in Space) is the Doctor's mode of transport as well as his home. By traveling through the Time Vortex, it can materialize to any point in space and time. Though this model is rather old and semi-functioning, it's still a very powerful object in its own right. Oh, and it's also bigger on the inside.
Space Travel & Mobility
Time Travel & Manipulation
- Travels 100 years in the future, then 10,000 and finally 5,000,000,000 years.
- Rose claims she can go on countless journeys and arrive back in 10 seconds, but didn't either because the TARDIS malfunctioned or she just forget.
- Along with twelve of his past and future incarnations, he uses the TARDIS to freeze Gallifrey in time and seal it in a pocket dimension.
- Certain points in time are in flux, meaning somebody's existence in the future does not always ensure that undesirable outcomes will not happen.
- Means to take Rose home 12 hours after her departure, but messes up and takes her 12 months after she left.
- Takes Rose back to witness her father's death, then takes her back again thereby creating two sets of the Doctor and Rose in the same place in time. When Rose prevents her father's demise, the original pair disappear. This violation of time brings upon the Reapers to devour anyone in sight and turns the TARDIS into an empty shell. All of this is reversed when Rose's father follows out his death and lets himself get run over by the same car which had been forced into a perpetual loop by Rose's actions. Though the timeline is restored, miner changes from its first iteration remain.
- Chases a spacecraft to Earth and ends up weeks behind it when they land.
- The Doctor's heroic deeds at one point in time have negatives consequences that he encounters first hand when he ends up in the same place 100 years later.
- The Doctor can't just use the TARDIS to go back in time to avert the current problem.
Security & Defenses
The sonic screwdriver is the Doctor's multi-purpose handheld tool. It's mostly used for opening or unlocking doors, but can fulfill a myriad of other functions.
Scanning & Tracking
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2023.06.03 13:46 Professional_Prune11 Human Trauma Section Twelve: Back to Work
Hey Hey Hey buds. We are back at it again with the Alien ER. how was your week? I hope it was good. This week we have our first glimpses of what Martinez's combat experiences were like, i do mean a literal glimpse. I have a couple of chapters to really drive home the day's events in detail later on. We also have shiksie breaking out of her shell a bit today, and get some more insight into how she treats people.
anyways let's get this bread.
Regrettably for Martinez, walking Lysa back to her home would be the last part of his night he would describe as enjoyable in any way. By the time he made it back home, it was well past two in the morning; the few hours of sleep he did manage to get were restless and filled with memories he would rather forget. The events of the night had whipped him back years in his life.
Usually, Martinez would not get night terrors anymore, but they still on occasion reared their ghoulish head. Thankfully Martinez was not able to vividly recall the nightmares from today, but he knows he had them because he woke up in a cold sweat. Whenever they are vivid he feels like garbage for days afterward; He becomes little more than a writhing mass of anxiety and regret wishing if anything he could go back and change what happened. The faces of his brothers contorting and twisting in agony were seared into his mind and soul, the vivid dreams were him going through those events over and over again, as if the grim reaper was showing him a horror movie of his past.
He had been to therapy for years trying to eventually move past the memories of what happened on Verilon. The therapy did help for a while, but eventually, he stagnated and stopped going; he could not accept that he was the only one left, He could not move forward; so he just did his best to keep going on living with the memories, his brother's deaths held tightly on his soul, like a ball and chain.
He still hated that the lowest moment of his life was what the Navy decided was what he should be rewarded for. That bright gold cross on his dress blues was nothing he was proud of, it was just a bitter reminder of his failures; He thought it might as well be a cruel joke life had for him.
The last time he had thought about Verilon was a few months before he arrived here on Draun; He had heard through the grapevine that his old unit was getting ready to start building up to redeploy there. He was glad he was reassigned so he did not have to return to that hell-blasted desert world. He had his turn in the sandbox, it was someone else's chase to spend a year there.
After having woken up three separate times throughout the night, Martinez had given up on getting any sleep at all. He only had two hours left until he had to go to work anyways, the few hours of sleep would not make a difference to his well-being anyways.
He took to answering some of the questions Shiksie had given him, but focusing on the intricate details of alien anatomy while completely lacking sleep was not easy by any means, the words on the datapad were twisting and blurring into one another. Before he knew where the time went, the shrill beeping of his alarm clock had already started to fill the apartment.
As he idly went and got ready for the day, he was glad he did not try to get Lysa to stay the night. He would have hated her to see him like this, he would rather no one see him like this at all. The fact he felt this made him feel broken, and to him, a woman he had only been on one date with would certainly think the same. Sometimes life has a funny way of working out, he supposed.
Halfway stumbling into work with a yawn Martinez could not wait for the day to be over, he was planning on just going through the motions and doing his best to keep Shiksie off his back. He set himself up in his usual corner and started to read from the datapad; In all of Martinez’s experience if you looked busy, or at least looked like you were doing what those over you wanted, they would likely leave you alone.
Surprisingly the one who threw a wrench into that plan was Therin. The small avian alien had spotted Martinez as soon as he entered and scooted his chair nearby. Therin tapped Martinez on the thigh.
“So how was your night?” Therin chirped. Hoping his little ploy from the previous night worked out well. They were busy at the shop last night and he was about to leave when the police called, but the cop mentioned Martinez and his Aviex girlfriend were on a date; He just could not help himself to mess with the new guy and maybe push him towards spending some more time with someone other than Shiksie, or Ivorn. You would know how it went you little shit,
Marinez thought as he tucked the datapad back into his scrubs pocket and then turned towards his co-worker
Therin looked at Martinez, his feathers slightly puffed up. He stood on the chair and got slightly closer to Martinez Intently looking Martinez over. Therin took particular interest in the small circle of healing puncture wounds on his Human compatriot's shoulder. “What did your lady friend do to you?” He asked jokingly.
“Therin you already know what happened, I got into a fight” Martinez grumbled. Not wanting to have the prodding bird ask further into the rest of the evening. He already knew that Aveix, where hated and did not doubt Therin knowing about him and Lysa’s more intimate time, would be trouble.
“Oh come on new guy, I'm asking about after I was on the phone with the cops” Therin replied, “Did you have a nice evening?”
Martinez stepped slightly away from Therin. “Look man, I had a long night. Nothing happened after the fight” Martinez groaned
Therin shook his head and tapped his wing claw on Martinez’s shoulder. “Those little marks I can see tell me otherwise” he chirped Dammit, I was hoping those were not visible, Martinez
thought. Martinez had always worn slightly larger scrubs than he needed to out of comfort, he did not make much effort to hide the bite mark on his trap, but it's not like it's anyone else's business who he goes on a date with anyways.
“I mean it, nothing else happened,” Martinez growled. Hoping Therin would get the hint and drop the subject.
“Oh yeah, whatever you say new guy” Therin chuckled “So when is the wedding?”
“Fuck off Therin,” Martinez said jokingly, pushing Therins chair away from him with his boot “Don’t you have something better to be doing?”
Therin chuckled a little, before scooting his chair back towards the center desks of the room “Wow you really are Shiksies trainee, you are already acting just like her'' He said before tapping his wing claw on his datapad. Therin wondered what else he might be able to do to mess with Martinez about the events of last night, when he opened the list of current patients he saw his answer. The bird has more jokes than I thought he would
Martinez thought, while pulling back out his data pad. At least Therin was a good sport about who he went out with, unlike those two Urintal did. The fact Therin was giving him a little bit of shit wasn’t surprising, It was in a way customary for the old salts to poke fun at the new guy's love life. At this point, Therin was the only one who knew he had gone on a date at all, and he hoped it stayed that way at least with Skiksie; If Ivorn figured it out, Martinez doubted he would care much; Martinez had already met Ivorns chipper girlfriend at his point. I should get back to studying before Shiksie shows up,
Martinez thought as he buttoned his top up a bit higher than he preferred. Martinez did not want the others to see the hickey or dig any more into his private life than he was comfortable with.
Shiksie arrived at work excited, she was eager to see what Martinez had managed to study during his time away from work; She had given him what she saw as a small number of questions and things he should have been studying over the weekend. She had always done her best learning when she had a nice calm place to read, at least the new Human hopefully had that allotted to him at his own home.
If he did a good job answering what she had given him, she would hopefully be able to increase the rate of his training; She had no idea how long he was going to be here but she wanted to get Martinez certified as a basic Interspecies technician as soon as possible; Getting Martinez that certification would be a great boon for the shop, she and the others could then allow him to assess class green patients without their oversight.
When she entered, something was off in the shop. She could hear Therin and Ivorn chatting happily about their weekends, but the place smelled horrible. A rancid combination of stem cells, iron, pine, the same strange scent Martinez gave off when she knew he was agitated. She initially assumed Martinez just had forgotten to wear his scent suppressors, but when she rounded the corner and saw the massive gash and pink hemostatic gel on the human's face she knew something was definitely off.
Getting closer to Martinez, Shiksie was still nervous about being around him; She felt slight twinges of fear of him striking at her, or her overstepping and boundaries she had yet to learn. While they had managed to build a shaky but cordial relationship at best, she would rather not jeopardize what they do have.
The Human smelled like he had when they had their meeting, along with his heart pounding extremely quickly. Is he nervous about something?
Shiksie thought as she made it next to him, once again without him noticing. She wondered if she should stop sneaking around him, but she would rather not bother the Human whenever she could. Assuming her mere presence was more often than not a bother to the man.
She peered over his shoulder to catch a glance at what he was currently studying. It surprised her, he had quite a few tabs open on the datapad, but the current one was her list of questions. Most of them had not been answered, but he was flicking back and forth between the list and the other tabs searching for answers.
Shicksie could not help but feel her tail sway a bit faster, the fact that he was doing what she asked was certainly progress in repairing their abysmal start to working together. She walked past him, and headed towards her desk; With the human still not having noticed her entrance.
Shiksie decided to not dig into whatever had Martinez on edge, even if she was worried that it has him so unsettled. She assumed if Martinez wanted to talk to her about it, he would do so; most species did that after all, and humans were supposed to be rather social; even if Martinez seemed a bit more… reserved, he was still Human at the end of the day.
Later in the Morning Dr. Harnsis arrived and the crew had their pass down from the night shift regarding any patients that were already in rooms. They only had a Urintal in one of the rooms. He had a broken jaw and dozens of other fractures across the rest of his body. From the briefing, Shiksie knew the Urintal was caught up in some fight the previous night, but with no injuries that were directly life-threatening, He would be perfect practice for Martinez. The Urintal had surgery on his jaw and was still asleep from the heavy painkillers that night shift had pumped into the Lizard-like Alien.
“I will take over the treatment of the Urintal,” Shiksie said, jumping on the chance to treat the patient that was already here. The Urintal were a green species that had been in the Galactic Union for thousands of years. It would be a perfect chance to have Martinez assess a patient and go through the discharge process.
“Very well Shiksie, you, Therin, and Martinez handle that first. The patient should be ready to leave within the hour” Harnsis Chittered as he pointed at the two of them with his larger forelimbs.
Shiksies' ears twitched when Martinez groaned and muttered under his breath. It was rare she mishears someone, but she did not understand why Martinez was muttering he would rather not. She glanced over and saw that therein was patting Martinez on the shoulder reassuring him of something. What the hell happened?
Shiksie thought as she walked toward the two of them.
“Martinez, pull up the patient's charts and their species data; You will be giving myself and Therin a briefing on the species before we go into the room. Do you understand?” Shiksie asked.
Martinez pulled out his datapad, and lazily saluted “I will get it ready” he groaned, before tapping on the screen.
Shifting her attention towards Therin. The bird looked up at her and tilted his head slightly. “What's up Shiksie? Do you need something from me?” Therein chirped.
Shiksie was not sure about what happened but she had to know what she was about to step into. “Yes I do, follow me,” She said flatly before turning around and walking away. Therein following quickly behind.
Once the two of them were well out and away from the center of the shop, far enough that Shiksie was certain Martinez would not hear them. She turned around and knelt in front of Therin. The bird looked at ease like he normally did. Shiksie had never seen anything disturb Therin over the last few years; Therein always just shrugged most issues off, or would on occasion try to pull pranks at others' expense, much to her chagrin. She wanted to make sure the situation was the former and not the latter.
“Therin, does Martinez’s injury have anything to do with that Urintal?” She asked as she leaned her hands on her knees.
Therin fluttered his wings and puffed out his plumage; faking offense to the question. He did not want Shiksie to ruin his chance to see the drug-hazed Urintal being treated by the person who put them in the hospital. He was hoping that Urintal would freak out and try to run away.
“I have no idea, Martinez did not tell me anything at all about what happened,” Therin lied.
Shiksie gave Therin an ice-cold glare that was as sharp as any scalpel. She did not believe the bird at all, he was far too obvious when faking anything. “Therin, I know you are lying. I can hear your heart rate increasing, and I know you aren't afraid of me like Martinez is” Shiksie sighed.
Therin only increased his bolstering refusing to let Shiksie stop his only good joke on the new guy stop before it even started “I mean It, I don't know anything that happened, Why do you assume I know more?”
“Because your pranks are seldom if ever funny, it's clear enough you know more” Shiksie said, tapping her finger on her knee. She looked up behind Therin towards Martinez who was still diligently reading from his datapad, she did not want Martinez to be freaked out and leave. She had caused that with a new trainee once, and Therin once as well. “If anything bad happens to Martinez out of this, I'm holding you accountable, Got it?” She hissed.
Therin backed up and swallowed his spit. He would rather not piss Shiksie off but with the video of Martinez throttling the Urintal he had seen before work. He had no doubt nothing bad would happen to the Human.
“Don't worry Shiksie nothing bad will happen” Therin said.
Shiksie stood towering over Therin, She shook her head. Therin was too stubborn and she knew it, If he wanted a prank to happen it would. No matter how twisted she might think it is. She also wasn’t so stupid as to not pick up on the implied admittance she managed to get out of Therin. “Come on, you are going to be doing this assessment with him after all,” Shiksie said, gesturing towards Martinez.
Shiksie and Therin returned to Martinez as he was finishing his initial reading of the needed information. He initially hoped it was just a coincidence that another Urintal would be here, but once he saw the scans of the patient's bones, he had no doubt his next patient was going to be the man he and Lysa kicked the crap out of the previous night.
He could recall each hit he had seen on the Urintal and was able to point out what ones were his and what ones had to be Lysa’s. The amount of damage was surprising, and the number of fractures was unreal; nearly every rib, and limb had at least one fracture if not more. Hopefully, this asshole is way too dusted to recognize me,
Martinez thought as he looked up at Shiksie and prepared to give the summary of the patient and the Urintal species as a whole.
Shiksie paid close attention to every word Martinez said, Holding tightly onto them. The majority of his summary on the Urintal was accurate; A few mistakes here and there, but he did not have the summary of all the green species memorized as she had. She offered a few corrections but the errors would not affect anything.
Then the summary of the patient's wounds and needed treatment came up, Martinez gripped the datapad tightly and had to periodically pause to take a deep breath. His heart rate would suddenly accelerate. She leaned in closer and got a good view of the Humans dark bark-colored eyes, whenever he paused she saw the vibrant brown was far smaller than normal; He had that same look in his eye from when he took a fighting stance in the storage room with her.
She looked over at Therin, the bird either did not notice how uncomfortable Martinez was or simply did not care. What the hell are you trying,
She thought as she started to boil. She was not about to let whatever was going on happen, at first it might have been him trying a prank, but Therins short-sightedness might get the Human or the Urintal hurt.
“Stop,” Shiksie said as she carefully reached her hand out and rested it on Martinez’s shoulder. Martinez recoiled when she touched him, being pulled back from whatever trance he was in. She gently patted his shoulder “Martinez come with me” She said flatly.
Martinez looked up at her sweat rolling off his brow. “Uhh, are you sure? We haven't even seen the patient yet?” he meekly said in protest.
Shiksie had worked with soldiers and police officers enough to know Martinez had some kind of Trauma, and these events were obviously triggering something. The patient can be handled by Therin, while she figures this out. His training be damned, his health came first; even if he likely did not want her to intervene.
“Yes I am sure,” Shiksie purred. She pulled the datapad out of his hands “I need you to come with me now”
She passed the data pad to Therin and glared at the small bird, Therin looked like he was trying to hold back laughter about the state Martinez was in. I will pluck out your feather you little bird,
Shiksie thought. She always thought Therin was a reliable nurse, and a decent friend to have small talk with; but not much else.
“Therin, go ensure the patient gets out of here,” Shiksie said.
Therin looked like he was about to protest the interruption to his idea of a joke, but even Therin did not want to mess with Harnsis’ right hand. Her icy glare had him skittering off toward the patient's room.
“Come with me Martinez, '' Shiksie said softly, doing her best to seem unopposing to him.
Martinez grumbled slightly, he did not want to have to spend more time alone with Shiksie. At least today she seemed to be slightly less forceful with him. The two of them walked out of the office, Martinez saw Shikise pull out her datapad and send a message off to someone, he assumed it to likely be Harnsis. He hoped whatever Shiksie had sent wasn’t going to reflect badly on him. He had knuckled down through his PTSD and episodes to treat patients before, he has never really had the choice not to do so, at this point it has just become a habit.
Once the two of them were out of the building Shiksie led Martinez towards one of the small gardens that was nearby to the building. It was just a simple fountain that had some benches nearby. A ring of well-kept flower beds surrounds it, this time of year they were in full bloom; dozens of vibrant colors swaying like waves as the wind gently pushed on them. Shiksie had always liked it out here, it was not uncommon for her to eat lunch or take a break out here after a particularly nasty patient or situation.
“Would you like to take a seat?” Shiksie asked Martinez while gesturing towards the nearest bench.
Martinez did not say a word, but at least for the moment his heart rate had gone down slightly and he seemed more calm. She was overjoyed that she seemed to be right on the money and that it had something to do with that Urintal that was setting him off.
“Would it be alright If I have a seat as well?” Shiksie asked, still treading carefully around Martinez and his need for boundaries.
The look Martinez gave her was a surprise, it was a strange mixture of shock and confusion. Like he was amazed, Shiksie was asking for permission to do anything.
“Yeah go ahead,” Martinez said, scooting to the far side of the bench as Shiksie sat down nearby.
“So would you want to tell me what happened with the Urintal?” Shiksie asked.
Martinez groaned, he should have figured the moment the icy cat had stopped him she knew something was wrong. He was in no way going to tell her every vivid detail of his previous night, nor did he want her of all people to know the details of what happened in his past. The fact those two events were stacked on each other was just a lot for the sailor to tackle at once.
“I would really rather not, but I assume based on my injuries you probably already know something,” Martinez said
Shiksie sighed, leaned forward, and rested her elbows on her knees. She looked away and at the fountains flowing water, already well aware that just looking at Martinez had upset him before. She wanted him to feel safe and able to talk if he wanted.
“I have my assumptions, but nothing concrete,” Shiksie replied. “I would like it if you trusted me enough to talk about anything bothering you”
Martinez wondered if she truly meant that, She had done a lot to try and help him be welcome; That does not mean she should be fully trusted though.
“Shiksie I just want to get back to work,” Martinez said with a deep sullen tone. Shiksie could still easily smell the sheer amount of adrenaline oozing out of him.
“Listen I'm not going to force you to tell me about it, I just know you want to. You would not have followed me if not” Shiksie replied, “let's just sit here for a while, you can just tell me anything you feel comfortable with, alright?”
Martinez shifted awkwardly and looked towards Shiksie. The fact she looked almost as bad as he did was something he was not used to seeing from her. She was looking off at the far side of the fountain, her tail and ears were more still than he had ever seen them. Maybe she is not as cold as I made her out to be,
The two of them sat there in silence for a while, neither certain how long it was but eventually Martinez resumed talking. Shiksies' ears twitched to listen in on what had happened. Martinez walked her through the events of the previous night, but he left out what his dreams had been about. He just told her that the whiplash of going from a nice relaxing date to being in a fight for his life had brought up bad memories from when he was in the Navy.
Shiksie was surprised by the story she heard. She did not expect Martinez to have started to date so quickly, She felt that thorn in her side remembering how badly she messed up with meeting him; Not that she wanted to date Martinez, but the fact he was so easy to get along with just showed her how badly she failed. The most shocking part was how he hospitalized two Urintal, one completely on his own. She just had a few more things about the previous night she wanted to ask.
“Why did you jump into the fight so willingly?” Shiksie asked.
Martinez sighed slightly unsure of the answer himself. He immediately thought it might have been “because it was the right thing to do” but even he knew that wasn’t the whole answer. He felt guilty about not being able to help in the past, and he would be damned if he could stop something bad before it happened.
“I'm not sure” Martinez lied, he just did not want to tell Shiksie about his previous fights with the Human Navy.
“That's alright, we don't always do,” Shiksie said. She thought back to her own parents, how she was still to this day unsure why they sacrificed themselves, or even why the accident caused that sacrifice to happen.
Shiksie looked back at Martinez for the first time since they sat down. Her usually sharp predatory features seemed far softer than before. She did not even hear Martinez’s heart run away when they made eye contact.
Martinez smiled softly back at her, his usually fiery glower a much duller blaze. It wasn't the usual inferno she saw in him, more akin to a tired dwindling flame.
Before she had a chance to say anything else she felt her datapad ringing indicating a call. Looking at the screen, her own heart sank. Why is the director calling me?
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side note: I am planning out my next project to be a offshoot set on Verilon, in the current day of the story.
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2023.06.03 02:05 Adrian-1227 um hello ?? masha plus 3 nat 4s in the same 10 pull ! masha was #2 in my most wanted list as well
2023.06.03 00:56 Mooses_little_sister [WP] "Sir, we found the ghost ship The Delenora." "Where is it?" "In... Um... The Bridgewater Triangle.." "You mean Bermuda Triangle?" "No... It's in the middle of the woods in Massachusetts..." (Prompted by Lexi_Ballard)
I had checked the data twice, knocked two of the scientist's heads together to make sure their brains were working, and even ran the tests myself. But it was conclusive. Unfortunately.
Walking through the halls of the Facility, heading ever closer to my superior, and probably my doom, I tried to make sure my palms didn't sweat. He didn't like sweaty palms, and insisted on a handshake every time I reported.
"Sir, we found the ghost ship The Delenora," I said, extending my hand like a weapon. Grabbing it in a firm grip, he pumped it up and down. When he let go, he not so subtly wiped his hand on his pants. Great. That was going on my permanent record.
"Where is it?" He barked.
"In, um, The Bridgewater Triangle."
"You said Bermuda wrong."
"No, Sir, respectfully, I do mean the Bridgewater Triangle, it's in the middle of the woods... in Massachusetts. It's a place where a lot of unexplained phenomena occur, we've been monitoring it for... other.. things, and found the ship."
His face wrinkled in consternation, taking on the appearance of a confused bulldog.
"And what is it doing there?"
"We don't know Sir—"
"Don't know Jenkins?" He didn't shout, the man never shouted, but somehow his tone was worse than a shout. "And what are you going to do about your shocking lack of knowledge?"
"I'll get a team together Sir—"
"A team that you'll lead personally Jenkins." Ah, there it was. My doom.
"Sir, I think I would be better—"
"Your job is important to you Jenkins?"
Part of me wanted to say no, hand in my resignation, and dance out of the room. But the rest of me knew I had bills to pay. I nodded miserably. The man in front of me gave me a happy bulldog face, and with a wave of his hand dismissed me. And that was it. I was off to find the ghost ship in the middle of the woods.
A twig cracked under my foot, drawing an angry glare from the hired gun leading us. I apologized, though what he expected from me, I don't know. It's not like I was trained to walk through the woods quietly. Besides, whatever was in these woods, I think it had already heard us. After all, the man already had to shoot two things that resembled deer, but on closer inspection, had a great too many teeth.
"What should we expect to find?" The question came from the mercenary next to me, as she scanned the forest— looking for more things to shoot—I imagine.
"The Delenora was one of the last ships from the Golden Age of Sail. On its last voyage, it went missing. It was presumed sunk with all hands on board." I said, shrugging as she raised her eyebrows. "There isn't a lot of information out there—"
I cut off as I ran into the back of the lead mercenary. He sighed, and I apologized again. Motioning forward, he whispered, voice tense.
"No, there's some other giant ship-shaped wood structure out here," I said, fear forgotten as the weathered planks rose in front of us. "Of course this is it."
The ship was wedged into a clearing, filling it from prow to stern. We were close enough to touch, and raising a hand, I did just that, to the muted gasps of the scientists with us. It was solid at least, the moniker of ghost ship not being too literal.
"Avast!" The shout came from the deck. "What manner of people be you?"
Craning my neck, I managed to get a glimpse of the speaker, but only a glimpse. He seemed oddly hairy, but then again, if I'd been lost for hundreds of years, I might have decided not to shave as well.
"We be human," I called back, drawing shocked looks from the others. I shrugged. "What? Who says they are?"
"And where be this place?"
"Earth. Third planet from the sun." I paused. "More specifically, Massachusetts."
A litany of curse words spewed from the deck, blistering the air. My mind took frantic notes, not that I would use any of course, but you can never be too prepared. The soldiers around me shifted their hands on their guns and the curses cut off with a sharp hiss.
"I wouldn't use those if I were you." The voice had lost all friendliness, becoming cold and menacing in an instant. I motioned for them to drop the guns, something told me I didn't want to anger whoever this was.
"Is there a reason you're stranded here? This is the Delenora, correct?" I asked, as they lowered their weapons.
"Come on board, and find out." The man said, and a ladder dropped in front of me. "Just you, though, none of those others."
"Jenkins." One of the scientists hissed. "Don't do it."
But there was a reason my superior had sent me on this mission. Once my curiosity got the better of me, I'd touch lava just to see how it felt. I climbed the ladder, hands and feet moving in a rhythm that felt as familiar as breathing. A hairy hand reached out to me and dragged me aboard once I arrived at the top. I bit my lip to stop from screaming.
He definitely wasn't human. Hair covered the entire body, except for a wet nose and deep brown eyes. There was something doggish about the muzzle, yet the ears seemed more like a bat. Though his hands had opposable thumbs, the rest of the fingers were connected by a thin membrane that seemed ideal for swimming.
"Got a good look did ya?" The —for want of a better word—man said, scratching behind one of his ears. "We be stranded here, because my navigator died, and I have no way of getting out."
"This is an earth ship, something meant for water, what—"
"We found it, fair and square, at the bottom of an ocean, and we took it. We have the right of salvage, and with a few modifications, this be a good vessel for our purposes."
"To find salvage." The man looked at me as if I was stupid. "Wherever in the universe it may be."
"You can travel the universe?" I couldn't believe it, it was too ridiculous, and yet the man-dog-bat-thing nodded, as if it was a given.
"Only now, our navigator's gone and died so we're stuck here. Though..." He scratched his chin. "You might be..." Reaching out with one hairy hand, he laid it with surprising gentleness on my forehead. Instantly he snapped it back, as if he'd been burned.
"Oh, ho, ho, you are! You are perfect."
"For navigating." He said. I stumbled back towards the ship's rail. Was he going to kidnap me? Come to think of it, I hadn't heard anyone else's voice since I'd boarded the ship. Had he done something to the mercenaries and the scientists? I looked back down to the ground, seeing their tiny faces staring up at me.
"Now then, don't be scared... Nothing will be done against your will. But aren't you just the least little bit curious about the universe?" The voice was wheedling, and I think he knew exactly what he was doing. Appealing to my curiosity, which was a difficult thing to ignore.
"But, my job..."
"Is your job important to you?" The captain—he had to be the captain— asked.
I looked at him, looked over the rail, and then back.
"No. It isn't."
"Marvelous. Then let's get going." He smiled, a dog's smile if I'd ever seen one. "Lead on navigator."
"Not sure how to do that..."
"Just wish yourself away. Anywhere, but if you could hold the idea of salvage in your mind, that would be good."
I nodded and then made a wish, a wish I had since I was a boy, to see the stars. And underneath me, the Delenora shuddered to life, lifting from the ground. Shouts came from beneath us, but I didn't care. I was finally free of worrying about sweating palms, and superiors that didn't value me. We rose up through the atmosphere, up where the air was clear, clear even of kites, until the deep darkness of space enveloped us. Even though there was no air to tell of speed, the sensation of movement crackled through the ship.
I smiled at the captain and he smiled back.
"Welcome aboard, Navigator."
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2023.06.02 23:17 The_Alloquist [A Lord of Death] - Chapter 54 (Aya)
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The day had slid by Aya like so much water off of a duck’s back. It took a particularly hard prod by Frare to dislodge her from a slurry of inattentiveness. As she looked around she realised the barricades had been almost completely disassembled, with only scraps remaining on the church floor. The pieces of broken glass and masonry were being carted outside by the villagers that remained.
Currently there was a lukewarm debate around the command table, dragged to the centre of the hall. Aya’s consciousness glossed over Sorore reprimanding her brother for bothering her, as well as the various arguments over logistics and provisions. She half-heartedly listened to discussions of various threats on various roads, and then quickly forgot about it.
Without really realising it, she found herself peaking at the parchments spread over the table. The lined scrolls held no real meaning for her, but the centre map with its pins certainly did. It was a large and fairly extensive map of the continent, with various cities illustrated with flowing script too elaborate for her to read. Slowly her eyes flitted from north to south, and found the curl of a mountain range bleeding into a peninsula where she assumed Karkos was.
“What about here?” she said, pointing to the location through the greaves of the captains before her.
Most turned to look with amused confusion, and she quickly felt a flush creeping up her neck.
“It’s a city,” she said.
The officers continued to look at her, awaiting elaboration.
“Y-you could get food there,” she offered weekly.
She almost added ‘I’ve heard the food is quite good’, though fortunately for her dignity the phrase died on her lips before it could enter the world. Naia, almost directly across from her, looked down and stroked his beard.
“It’s far from the worst option,” he said, “in fact, it’s probably one of the better ones.”
“It charges an arm and a leg, just for the usage of one ship. The cost of transporting all of us will be steep,” one soldier protested.
“The mountains are blocked off with the Alonshaze destroyed. None of the other passes can be reliably quickly traversed, even in summer,” Naia countered, “going the land route right now would be asking for trouble. The flatlands at the base of the Alonshaze have always been unstable, but ever since Ein’elen broke up it-”
“Sharaloch would be another option,” spoke up Damafelce, without much enthusiasm.
“You want to bet on a city of pirates and mercenaries for transport?” exclaimed another captain.
“Unwise, especially with such valuable persons,” Naia said, “we’ve already had enough headaches. The last thing I need is a hostage situation while sailing the strait.”
“You get what you pay for in Karkos,” yet another captain offered, with general murmurs of assent, “though with what gold we have I-”
“The gold’s not the issue,” said Naia, “if necessary, we can issue bonds in the name of Angorrah, or the paladins can in the name of the church.”
Niche, glum and surly, still nodded at the implied question.
“The general would not be happy. You know how possessive they get over money on a mission,” said Damafelce.
“We’ve been attacked multiple times, crossed half the continent, and found a long lost bequeathed, all with about a hundred men,” snorted Naia, “with all due respect to my betters, they can take their complaints and shove them-”
“If we’re going by speed and stability, Karkos is the best way,” cut in Niche through the laughter of the soldiers, “the safety of the Bequeathed should be our top priority. A good ship will get us there in under a week.”
“A ship to Espala, then Inalthia. Draskar forest is a nightmare at any time of the year,” Naia said, leaning over the map. With a subtle motion, he moved Aya’s finger northwest, and she realised with horror that she’d been pointing to the wrong end of the peninsula where some lesser settlement stood.
“Captain Deckard, I assume those that don’t want to come for pilgrimage will be returning to the fort?” he continued without giving any sign that she’d done anything wrong.
A new man, eyes blazing underneath furry dark brows nodded fervently.
“Well, I suppose we’ll have to clear out. I want everyone ready by sunset - it’ll be just under a week before we reach Karkos. Get what sleep you can - we’ll be riding out the next morning.”
There were a few finer points of debate that were bandied back and forth, but the conversation largely seemed to be settled. Niche and Damafelce both seemed to be locked in a staring match as Naia approached her.
“A good suggestion, my lady,” he said, “it’s been a long time since I’ve been in the city, but it might be just the place after this string of close calls.”
Aya tried to take what credit she could with a burning face.
“Now, there’s one other piece of business I have to attend to, I think,” he said, “where is the mage?”
“He’s on the roof,” she blurted, “I can show you.”
“No,” he said, holding up a gauntlet, “I think we’ll be just fine by ourselves. You should go and rest. It’s been a long night.”
He and Damafelce walked away from the table and vanished through the side door. Aya returned back to the altar with Niche, who was muttering some unkind things under his breath. It wasn’t more than a half hour before Naia returned with his captain, looking troubled. Before she could ask any questions, however, he quickly exited through the front of the church.
The rest of the day was largely spent on routines of amusement, the Bequeathed and the children of the village playing little games and telling stories among each other. The paladins, though they kept an eagle eye upon their charges, were not in a talkative mood that day. Lillian’s face was particularly dark, and she often muttered things that no one cared to listen to.
When evening came, any residual fears of the monsters returning were put to rest. The icy fear was no more, the villagers placed back what intact pews there were, and the flow of people from the medical bay slowed to a trickle. A simple meal, and a dreamless sleep, and Aya awoke in the early hours of the morning. Pulling herself up to one of the broken windows, she could see the summer green of the trees, their vibrancy somewhat damped by a light blue-grey fog.
Before they left, a service was held to bury those who’d been slain. The dead were laid side by side, wrapped in simple drab cloth, in a large pit just outside the doors of the church. Niche stood over the graves, eyes shut, pronouncings the blessing and peace that these brave defenders would lie with. Aya took the time to say a silent thanks as she gazed at the cloth-bound bodies.
As the remains were covered with soil, Niche shifted into a louder, older language as he sang in a husky tenor. Some kind of funeral liturgy, she guessed, though it was unfamiliar to her. The villagers cast tears into the ground with clouds of earth as they passed along the pit, then they left for the wall and the village beyond.
Aya’s concerns as she reentered the church shifted to more material things - hunger, cold, the lack of bathing over the last few days. At least some of those needs were addressed by the paladins in the next hours, with furs and food. But soon enough, they were on horses, walking in a line down to the south over open fields before the forest.
The first morning passed with very little conversation between anyone as they passed underneath the trees. That was all the better for Aya, who found herself enjoying the crisp air and the rapidly warming sunlight. It did take a bit of a turn for sorrow when she remembered that she often swam with her mother on mornings like these in the mountain lakes. Still, she was determined to extract what happiness she could on such a wretched journey. It was a resiliency that Frare seemed to share, while his sister still glanced nervously at the trees around them. Aya wondered if the girl was still seeing the creatures from last night in every shadow.
When they reached a clearing around midday, the children were made to sit before Niche as he handed out various meagre components of meals. As they began to eat, Lillian joined him, and both cleared their throats in unison.
“Right,” Niche began, “I realise the last few days have been less than smooth. Hardly a time for lessons, unfortunately.”
His dry chuckle was not reciprocated by any of the listeners, so he quickly moved on.
“But, given the nature of what happened, I think it’s advisable to speak on magic and mages, and what the scripture says about them.”
Frare, at the word ‘scripture’ audible groaned, which was followed by a hiss as his sister seized his ear.
“We have been forced into a position where we needed the help of a mage,” Niche said, picking his words with care, “it was not something we did willingly. It wasn’t a choice, but rather the product of circumstances beyond our control.”
You mean, the commander overruled you, thought Aya, though she elected not to voice such thoughts.
“If we had another choice,” Lillian chimed in, “we would’ve taken it. Survival, however, takes precedence, especially for you three. The choices were made, we might not be proud of it, but we’re all still here and that’s what matters.”
“That being said,” Niche said, fumbling in the interior of his breastplate and withdrawing a small booklet, “it would be good for you to understand what exactly underlies our choices.”
Aya’s eyes flicked over to the twins - Sorore was sitting upright and attentive, while her brother was a glum and slumped mirror. Niche thumbed through a few pages, focused in on the one he’d selected and once more, cleared his throat.
“And thus it was found, a great conspiracy, conspired against the children of Angorrah, conspired with creatures both great and small, but terrible all, in darkness and stagnant pools, where the profundity of their sin would go unnoticed by the decent and pious. Hated and proclaimed sinner, traitor, rebel against the Lost themselves. Three Boons would be taken, and three Houses be condemned to dust.”
Sorore perked up, for she clearly already knew the story and was excited to hear it yet again. Aya waited with a tempered anticipation, hoping at least there would be a half-way interesting tale, despite its lacklustre delivery. The story progressed into a broad parable, describing how three houses arose in rebellion against the church, and how three holy items had been robbed from the sepulchre of the ‘roiling cathedral’.
Apparently, they were ferried into the hands of mages, who perverted their holy functions until they burned the most sacred tree on the continent, one laid by Nafthtazia herself. For all of Aya’s doubts about the moral, she couldn’t deny the enjoyment of a good piece of history.
“Magic exists beyond the purview of the church,” Niche began, then quickly corrected his error, “rather, it is a part of the mystery of the Lost, but others can access in inappropriate ways. Some speculate that it should be left entirely to the Lost, not handled by mortal hands. Regardless, the church has taken upon a sacred duty, to ensure that what magic is used is done so sparingly, and with the utmost care.”
He closed the book with a flourish, clearly pleased at the depth of his instruction. Frare’s eyes were fluttering, which prompted a painful poke from his sister.
“So, magic is evil?” said Aya, trying to square that conclusion with all she’d seen.
Niche puffed out his chest, no doubt about to exclaim that it was in the strongest possible terms. Lillian however, had her own thoughts to add before he could.
“Not… inherently,” she said, “But it is broadly forbidden and for good reason. It is less evil, rather a great risk for evil. That is, far too easy to put it towards evil ends. That’s why mages are, as a rule, cruel, selfish, and dangerous creatures. Perhaps it is better put that magic attracts evil, even if it can be used for good.”
Aya stewed in that statement for a while - clearly the church was deeply knowledgeable, expanding and attending to her own, meagre education on the matter from the local priest. Still there were holes, obvious holes, or so she told herself.
“It might be hard to understand,” Niche said, “it might seem a little strange that the church forbids something that could be so useful. There are very good reasons both in scripture and in history that proves the point - magic is not to be used with abandon, and thus must remain under the Church’s eye.”
He patted the sigil of the church, engraved on his breastplate.
“That is one reason why the Light Lords were created in the first place,” he said, with thinly veiled pride, “we are the watchers, investigating the use of magic and capturing the perpetrator that would harm or cheat with it.”
“It was a decision made long ago,” added Lillian, “it was a sort of… half-agreement between the church and the army. We kept the peace that was broken by the mages during the Night of the Burning Tree.”
“So there are mages in Angorrah?” said Aya, drawing a strange, near insulted look by Sorore at the question.
“Well…” said Lillian, sharing a look with Niche, “a handful at most, who operate under the strictest scrutiny.”
Sorore’s face twisted at this, but whatever comment she would’ve liked to make stayed in her head.
“The point is that mages are faithless and concerned for themselves above all else. They are to be engaged on only the most necessary basis. They may be directed towards good in service to the church, but never on their own.”
The rest of the lesson served as constant reinforcements and examples of the danger of mages. There were one or two arguments between Frare and their teachers that Sorore was too slow to suppress. Before long they were off again, the leaves shaking above them as a wind blew from the south. The evening camp mercifully spared them another lecture and after a simple dinner, both twins made their excuses and retired.
Aya huddled beside the fire as the temperature dropped. Around them were a circle of waggons, some covered by a framework of canvas, others bare, all loaded with supplies. The gifts of the grateful villagers, granted to the commander who had saved them.
The paladins were busy doing maintenance, carefully laying out arms and armour, scrubbing, polishing and sharpening. Aya got up, murmured a good night to the paladins, who nodded curtly. They were so absorbed that they didn’t seem to notice Aya slipping away.
She poked her head into one of the ‘empty’ waggons, scanning the darkness for any sign of movement. Save for a handful of small crates, there lay the crumpled form of the mage just as they’d loaded him. Aya felt her breath still as she looked at Inniaylsia’s amber eyes. Even from this distance, she could see the subtle inner flames of reds and yellows softly illuminating them.
“Yes?” came the voice of the older woman, curt and snappish.
Aya started to speak, then stopped, realising that she had no real reason to be here, at least not one that she’d thought out.
“Come out with it child,” came the voice again.
Aya was put in mind of a line of children, heads bowed before a grandmother picking detritus from their scalps.
“I- I-” she said, “I was wondering if…”
“No. There’s been no change in this old bag of bones,” said Innie, her voice softening slightly, “though I’m sure he would appreciate your concern.”
Aya stood there for a moment, awkwardness rising, before setting her jaw, looking behind her, and upon seeing the paladin’s backs, clambered in as quietly as possible. The cat sat attentively and silently, regarding the young girl before her. Aya began in a hushed whisper, talking about the Night of the Burning Tree and the lessons of the paladins from the morning.
“If you want to ask a question about history,” interrupted the cat, “you best ask this sod when he wakes up. He proves irritatingly well-versed on that. Considering his age, he might've lived through it.”
“I thought you were old as well,” Aya said, trying to remember where she got the notion from.
“I am. Older than him. Old as half the company put together,” she said, “but I rarely venture outside of the forest. This is the furthest south I have been in decades, perhaps a century or two.”
Aya paused to try and get a grasp on the scale of time the creature had just casually gestured at.
“So my dear, if you’re going to ask me about the great deeds of men or the history of cities, I’m afraid you’re out of luck,” said the cat, tail bobbing this way and that.
“But that’s not exactly what I…” said Aya, taking a deep breath before continuing, “I wanted to ask about magic.”
The cat cocked its head, the speed of the tail picking up.
“What about magic, child?” she said.
“Well, I was wondering, just for a start, what is it?” Aya said.
“You should sit down,” said the cat, “this might take a while.” [←Chapter 53] [Cover Art] [My Links] [Index] [Discord] [Subreddit] [Chapter 55→]
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2023.06.02 20:56 RealZenno Blocked again?
I know that nobody is actually blocked and all, but why dose it seem this is turning into weekly thing? Is Reaper Scans being targeted or something? Because if the site isn't completely locked down for 24hrs then it's checking if I'm a robot every time I advanced to the next chapter.
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2023.06.02 20:56 CntPntUrMom Newly minted diamond Terran doing 1-base all-ins, story time and replays
I’m posting this because I wanted to give the other noobs some things to think about, especially for those who want to progress “quickly” with low APM and real life responsibilities.
TLDR: Used Pig’s 2-base marine, tank, medivac all-in to get to Plat 1 in like six months, got pissed off at DTs and went with a different one-base all-in for each match up to get to Diamond 3. So it’s possible to suck less even if you inherently suck and don’t have time to get good. Replays below. Feedback welcome.
I started playing ranked in October 2022 after getting to where I could reliably beat Very Hard AI after about a month. I didn’t know what build orders were so I just did what the game’s training module had you do: build a supply depot, some barracks, some marines and marauders, and then go across the map to fight.
As you can guess, I got my ass kicked when I got on ladder and settled into Silver 1 after making some adjustments with an MMR of 2250. I sucked for like a month before I found Pig’s 2-base marine, tank, medivac all-in (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J2pIZNCtIis
). Then I simply spammed that build all the way to Plat 1. I made Gold 3 after a month of that build in early December, then just a week letter I hit Plat 3. When that build clicked, I completely smashed Gold players.
It took me until the end of February to make Plat 1, however. Things do change in Plat. Everyone has a “real” build they’re working on. And by the time I was mid-range Plat 1, the 2-base all-in just stopped working. I ended up in Plat 2 again for a while.
The problems I faced in Plat 1 were attributable to other players scouting my build and army and being flexible enough to counter what I was doing. They saw mass marines and they build colossus or massed banelings. Or they built lots of vikings and some ravens. And they started to catch me out on the map when I wasn’t sieged. That would have been fine if I had better micro or scouting, but with a whopping APM of about 60, and just half a year of play under my belt, I just didn’t have the micro or the knowledge of the game to counter their counters (still don’t).
But what really got me pissed off in Plat 1 was all the early aggression and harassment, especially from Protoss. DT drop in my main at 5 minutes. Mass blink stalker when I have just one tank out. Cannon rushing. Proxy Stargate right outside my main with several shield batteries, bleeding me out with voids and tempests. Felt like a sick joke.
It’s at this level that I also started to get hit with competently executed roach ravager all-ins. Basically free MMR for the Zerg. Nothing I could do. Even after learning about the counter online I never really got it right. Plus, by Plat 1, Zergs know how spread creep, micro banelings, get surrounds, and focus fire tanks with mutas and roaches. So, you know, real competition.
Terrans at this level also started to rush, proxy, harass, etc. They especially start to get good enough with reapers to screw up your build timings and even snowball them and kill you. The fast 2 tank 8 marine doom drop was particularly annoying. And don’t get me started on fast BC.
So, at this point, I knew I had to make a change if I wanted to make Diamond, which had become my goal. I could either buckle down and simply get good by practicing new build orders against the AI, working on my mechanics, doing some micro training, off-racing, etc. But I have two jobs and a new baby and a wife and all that, plus my APM sucks, so all that Rocky Balboa shit wasn’t going to happen.
Instead, after getting DT dropped a few too many times, I decided to go to the dark side and deploy some “brass knuckle builds”.
What got me to Diamond was a different one-base all-in against each match up and the 2-base all in from Pig when it’s a random player. Why one base all-in? The theory is pretty simple, and applies to all RTS games (maybe even turn based as well), and others have said it better. But basically, if I invest in fighting units while you’re investing in tech or expanding your economy, and I attack you before you start producing off that larger economy or better tech, then I will have more stuff when I arrive at your base to kill you than you have to defend your base. There comes a point when your expanded economy or better tech will kill my army, but if I kill you before you get to that point, it won’t matter.
The real reason I switched, however, was pure rage: I was just utterly fucking done with DT drops. I wanted a build that would kill Protoss before the DTs came, or that would base trade well enough that the DTs on the map wouldn’t matter. Then I figured I’d just do the same thing to the other races as well.
After about a month, I found myself beating D3 and D2 players as I practiced the one-base builds in unranked. That was my cue to move back over to ranked and climb. And climb I did, and here I am.
Some replays of the one base builds are here:
Vs. Protoss (https://drop.sc/replay/23661376
Reactor marines, 2nd rax before factory, get stim ASAP, constantly produce marines and tanks, and when your two medivacs pop start moving across the map. Maybe mix marauders. Usually build a third medievac and keep pumping out marines, adding tanks if needed/as gas allows. The key to this is to keep the tanks alive as long as possible. Mules or scvs can help keep tanks alive.
Vs. Terran (https://drop.sc/replay/23661370
Reactor marines, start tanks right away, starport with reactor right away, and move across the map as soon as the second tank is out. Scan the natural/main before you show up to find tanks. Always produce four vikings, then third tank, and then the fight dictates what you produce next. Can also proxy the starport, but I kept getting hit with cloaked banshees or doom drops when I did that so I stopped. Sometimes if things stall out at their base, I build two medivacs and drop the main with two tanks and eight marines, then push the front. That usually kills one of us and I can move on.
Vs. Zerg (https://drop.sc/replay/23661723
Probably the oddest build. I don’t know if this is a “real” build since I more or less just made it up through trial and error, but I have more success with it than I do against the other races with the other builds. Basically I reasoned that blue flame hellbats would absolutely wreck whatever zerg had, provided there was tank support and Thors on the way to deal with mutas. Add in marauders to tank damage. Two marines to start just to deal with early lings and to snipe the overlord, blue flame ASAP, then nothing but bats, marauders (w/concussive), and tanks. Sometimes +1 attack if I’m feeling lucky. Roll out when the second tank pops, then either build a third tank or go straight to thors. Thors are better for larger maps because by the time the thor gets there the mutas might be out and you want two thors to fight the mutas.
No sense showing you my implementation of Pig’s build. The only variation I make is that I hit with 1-1 a tiny bit later than he hits with +1 attack because I drop my ebay sooner. Costs me some marines early on but seems to pay off later and it does give me detection sooner. Sometimes I’ll even put reactors on the 4th and 5th rax if there was early harass or a failed push and I think I have the time.
So, that’s it folks. I figure one day these builds won’t be enough to have fun anymore and I’ll decide to actually learn the game. Until then, you see you noobs at your natural between 4-5 minutes into the match.
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