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fang-wolfsbane · 3 years ago

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Transformers Generation One: A Seeker's Triangle: Chapter 02: Missing Memories

“Cover it!”

“Stabilise the thrusters!”

“Somebot come and help me with this!”

“Blade!”

“Star!”

Skywarp lurched upright. His servo resting on his chassis. Frag, he’d lost count of how many times he watched the asteroids slice into the side of the Autobot ship, tearing it open faster than a fine-tuned laser.

He remembered falling against the starboard side of the Ark, watching as both Autobots and Decepticons were yanked from the hole in the port side like dolls from a sparkling’s playhouse. One of them had been a recruit placed under his care. A femme.

No matter who he had asked after helping bring his fellows back online with th Autobots’ computerised assistant, Teletraan One, none had claimed to see her. After reporting his lack of information regarding the femme’s whereabouts to his father, Megatron, he had ended up with a visit to the medical bay and a mockery from his eldest brother, Starscream. He had made certain to repay his brother’s ‘kind advice’ with a fist to the faceplate. It had only been because of their younger brother, Thundercracker, interfering that they had broken up their fight.

All he remembered from the rest of that night was downing the little energon they had managed to steal from what the inhabitants of their prisoner planet, Earth, had called an oil rig. The inhabitants themselves had been disgusting little squiggly creatures that ran into the Autobots’ embrace the moment they showed up. He hadn’t bothered to stick around to hear what they were called, and frankly, he didn’t care.

Sighing, Skywarp sat up on his temporary berth. A pile of crates abandoned in a mineshaft that he had to fight his brothers and fellow comrades for. Megatron and Starscream had taken the deeper, cosier, corners of the mine for themselves.

It was times like this that he wished for a fellow companion beside him, if only to warm his protoform as it was freezing from the cold wind blowing in through the surprisingly large entrance. At this point he didn’t care if it was mech or femme. He hadn’t tried it voice his offer to any of his comrades. On his way to his ‘room’ the previous night, he had overheard Blitzwing mentioning to Astrotrain that he would have tried his luck with their only femme if she had still been around, even if he had to do so by force. He hadn’t known whether to reprimand or pity the mech. Blitzwing was certainly handsome, by Cybertronian standards, but the shapeshifting femme wasn’t one to toss away her armour at the mention of a pretty faceplate either.

Come to think of it, he’d never heard of the femme showing interest towards any of them, at least, not in the more private, intimate way. She had joined in on their mocking of each other about berthroom habits or situations but had never so much as mentioned taking a mech or even femme into hers. Each time one of the mechs tried their luck, she would simply shut them down, and if things got too intense after a cube or two of high grade, the femme, always sober, would put them in their place with a couple of manoeuvres he had personally taught her, along with a couple of others she claimed her frame simply remembered on its own despite not having any memory of it.

That part had always bothered him. One day he and his trine, Starscream and Thundercracker, had been going over a new strategy to try and raid an Autobot stockpile, when Megatron came in out of nowhere, a black and green coloured femme at his side, no older than somebot barely out of her teenage frame.

Starscream, ever his charming self, had resorted to taunting their father for taking an interest in the younger generation. A glare from the grey mech had shut him up with a push against the femme’s backplating, sending her stumbling into his brother’s blue arms with the order to train her to be one of them.

His brother had made a comment about having no interest in femmes that fell at his peds and shoved her over into Skywarp’s purple coloured arms instead. The femme had still wanted to make a retort when Starscream swaggered off with Thundercracker at his side, flashing a sympathetic smile towards the two of them.

Needless to say, neither had much to say to each other, which had made getting to know her strengths and weaknesses far harder than it needed to be, especially with her claim that she could remember nothing about how Megatron found her in the first place. She had claimed to already have been seen to by their resident – well, more like ex-resident at this point – head scientist, Shockwave, who had claimed that even he didn’t know how to fix her memory chips. Personally, he found it hard to believe but hadn��t pressed the matter. If Megatron didn’t need her memory chips intact, then neither did he.

He’d contemplated simply leaving her to her own devices and claiming ignorance when she messed up on her own, but the way she fidgeted had annoyed him enough to the point where he took her outside their old base and asked to see what she was capable of. And Primus, was she capable.

She asked for a couple of forms to scan, which, with some difficulty, he had provided for her. she had scanned them all one after another and changed into each and every one. Normally one bott could scan up to one form, with the rare exception of triplechangers, and be forced to stick with it for at least a decacycle, but there she had been, changing like it was nothing to her, even different types of alternate modes, sky, land and liquid-based. When he asked for her to switch in between, she hadn’t even needed to re-scan them. She claimed to be a shapeshifter, the first of her kind. How that had come to be, she claimed to not know either.

That night when he had asked Megatron for a smidge more information, his father had shrugged and claimed to not know either, only that Skywarp was to take her to Shockwave for further study whenever the scientist requested he do so. She hadn’t been too thrilled about the prospect of being poked and prodded like some lab experiment, but if there was one thing the cyclops bot did, it was staying professional. He had asked her to remove her armour multiple times, but it had always been in Skywarp’s presence, and not once did he go near her chassis or undercover plating. He even let her attach the diodes to measure certain function waves herself, only telling her where to place them and how to lock them in so that they didn’t slip during their sessions.

He had to hand it to the scientist. If it had been him, he’d have insisted on doing it himself with the claim that she would be too ignorant to handle the process. Each time she caught him staring for a little too long, one of Shockwave’s more blunt tools would find a target on the side of his helm. Whenever Skywarp scowled and demanded Shockwave restrain the femme, the scientist had simply ignored him with a comment about her being in the right to defend her dignity from his pervasive optics. Those sessions had usually ended with her demanding that Skywarp wait outside until they were done. Shockwave was inclined to agree each time.

He hadn’t realised that he’d been smirking to himself over the memories until Thundercracker came up behind him and placed a servo on his shoulder plating, yanking him from the thought of that feisty femme’s glare.

“Good recharge?” his younger brother asked, sliding into step beside him.

Skywarp huffed. “If only. It’s so fragging cold down here, I swear I’ve lost all feeling below my cod piece.”

Thundercracker merely chuckled, regaining his brother’s smile. Out of his multitude of brothers, Thundercracker was the only one that Skywarp ever felt he could really confide in. The others had their moments, but most of the time it seemed like too much of a chore to even attempt a form of conversation with them.

Their father hadn’t made it any easier either, always pitting them up against one another to see who would have the honour of taking over his throne one day. So far, whether he was deserving of it or not, Starscream had his greedy little servos flexing for the opportunity. They all knew it was only because Starscream was the first Decepticon prince that he wasn’t tossed out into the cold permanently.

The two of them reached their miniature energon storage, each taking a cube to try and quell the hunger grumbling in their abdomens. The bitter aftertaste didn’t help either. If it weren’t for their short supply or the difficulty in attaining it, he would have tossed it aside and led a raid on the inhabitant of this planet until they found something a bit more to their liking.

Megatron had forbidden any attacks on their own, especially after Starscream’s usual blunder that had ensured the Autobots knew they were still online, but he had also given them the mission to find their fellows wherever they could and to return them back to their mine base so that they could replenish their forces, if nothing else. It meant a tighter restraint on their supply, but with more bots on their side, the higher their chances were of increasing their supply. And if they just so happened to run into a potential energon supply along the way… well, there was no way they’d get into bigger trouble than Starscream would.

Tossing the rest of the pink-coloured fuel down his throat, Skywarp slung his arm around his brother’s neck, nearly causing him to spill his portion. Frankly, he’d be saving him the disgust.

“What do you say we go out and stretch our wings a little?” Skywarp asked, his lips pulling into a cunning smirk he’d had eons to perfect. Thundercracker only eyed his older brother, holding onto his cube a little tighter.

He nodded.

#transformers #transformers generation one #generation one #starlit meadow #skywarp #megatron #tfg1 #tf #g1 #starscream #thundercracker #astrotrain #blitzwing #fanfiction #shockwave #shapeshifter

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shadowofthelamp · 4 years ago

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You know what’s kind of fun? Going back to something you first thought of before you were ten, and then trying to actually write it. This is a sort of ‘chapter’ in the middle of what I could remember of the original idea of Negative Sonic. The version that made it to ffnet when I was twelve was fairly different. I think I’ve given enough clues to the context that you can go in and figure out what was going on.

I should draw the actual Negative Sonic form mentioned in here at some point, but I haven’t drawn Sonic himself in years, f.

Tails could have at least made the cage bigger. He knew how little Sonic liked small spaces. Okay, so it already was about the size of an big room and the actual walls were transparent so he could still see out, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t still cramped when it came down to it, and Sonic only had about thirty steps to pace in any given direction.

On top of that, there were bars outside the walls to reinforce the chaos-absorbing material so they wouldn’t buckle when hit from the inside. He liked those even less than the actual cube, because they reminded him why he was in here in the first place.

The fact that he could slightly see the way the air rippled around his navy-blue fur and how his eyes were still red spirals if he looked at his reflection in any given wall didn’t help either. Fortunately, there was a friendly face coming through the trees to keep him from dwelling.

“How are you doing?”

“Been better, but at least my fur isn’t a shaggy mess this time.” Sonic said dryly as Tails clicked something on his remote and a small hole appeared in the front of the cube-prison, just large enough to stuff a plate through. Small miracles- at least Tails wasn’t depriving him of home-cooked chili dogs with extra onions, just the way he liked them. “Any new info about how to get me back to normal? Dark and gloomy is kinda Shadow’s thing, and I’m already past over it.”

Tails sighed as Sonic stuffed half the chili dog in his mouth, the hedgehog chewing as Tails started explaining himself. “Unfortunately, I just don’t have enough information yet. Your body handles purely positive chaos energy fine, but whatever Eggman did with the negative energy seems to have stuck, and it’s using your natural chaos field to sustain itself. I’m trying to get as much passive data as I can just from the containment unit itself, but working with chaos is always hard, you know that.”

“Wouldn’t be chaos if it wasn’t weird, right?” Sonic fiddled with the golden bracelet on his left wrist. It was helping a little, at least. He wasn’t used to trying to regulate chaos energy for this long, and it felt sort of the same way that standing on the edge of an ocean did- ready to sweep you under in a second if you so much as twitched wrong. This was Shadow’s thing too- Sonic much preferred chaos as a complement to speed and well-timed physical attacks, a finisher to get the job done instead of overwhelming everything from the start. It was no fun if you just blasted the other guy out of existence before he even had a chance to put up his dukes.

Somebody really needed to tell his body that, though, and his fingers curled around the inhibitor with a groan. Tails hurriedly shut the plate-hole via remote, the material sealing itself up so smoothly it was as if there hadn’t been a seam in the first place.

“Come on, Sonic, you can fight it!”

Static. Static and shadows creeping into the edge of his vision, a bubbly burning working from the inside out. His feet had already left the floor, gravity less than a suggestion, and normally he loved playing chicken with physics to see how long it took the ground to realize his feet were pounding the walls and ceilings, but now he was weightless and weighted at the same time, hyperaware and yet not aware at all.

“Tails...” The ‘s’ hissed out, air too hot as it pushed against his teeth.

“That’s it, focus on me!” Tails’ baby blues were wide, hands curled into fists just below his chin. “If you can just fight it off by yourself, it’ll give me enough data to figure out how to force it. You can do it, I know you can!” His tails were spinning without lifting him up, the way they did a lot when he was laser-focused on something. Something clattered against the floor a million miles away.

“Ghh...” Sonic dug his nails into his palms all the way through the fabric, a sharp shock, but it just piqued at the spiral clawing out of his brain like a bloodhound, diving towards the pain because pain was good, pain was life-

Tails’ ears lay flat as the thing tilted Sonic’s head.

“Heyyyyyy, Tails.”

“I can wait you out, you know.”

“Sure you can. You and I both know you wouldn’t risk hurting your big brother, would you?”

The voice sounded so close that it hurt. It was the same vocal cords making the same words, but Sonic had said he had almost no memory of whatever happened with these slips- it was as if the negative energy hijacked his body for brief spurts of time. Now, it had planted a hand on the wall nearest Tails, black chaos warping the air around it and burning from wrist to fingertip as its fingers and palm lay flat.

“Sonic can take a lot,” Tails said. “He’ll get rid of you.”

“I thought you were supposed to be the smart one.” It raised an eyebrow. “I wondered how long it might take you to put two and two together, but desperate times and all that.” When it tapped its index finger against the wall, a grin started prying Sonic’s lips open, exposing teeth that really should not have been that white considering he’d just eaten. “What do you get when you stick someone in a chaos-absorbing cage?”

“You not breaking out and blowing everybody up?” Tails replied, raising an eyebrow of his own.

“Well, yeah, that, but what is chaos energy when it’s inside somebody?”

“It’s a lot of things.” Where was it going with this? “It can help spark extra abilities in those who can tap into it, and it can be used to create energy for attacks and stuff.”

It used its other hand, rolling the wrist in a ‘go on’ motion. The inhibitor had been dropped to the floor at some point. Tails hadn’t noticed. He scratched at his chin, thinking.

“It’s the spark of life...” At that, his eyes snapped open. “And-”

“Theeeeere we go.” It leaned back, sneakers floating off the floor as it gave a sarcastic clap. “The little fox just figured out he’s killing his hero the longer he keeps him in this over-glorified doggy crate and out of the air that lets him absorb chaos naturally.”

Tails swallowed. “I just need to find a way to get rid of you before Sonic runs out of energy.”

“Well, I’m great at running, so let’s see who wins the race against time, huh?” It folded its arms behind its back, staring down at him, showing more teeth than seemed possible. “Clock’s ticking, Tails.”

The leaves nearly lit on fire from how fast Tails launched himself up to head back to the workshop.

#negative sonic #sonic writing #shadow writes stuff #sonic blogging #sonic #tails #sth

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darkwalk · 4 years ago

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Trading Stories

Hey guys. Writing for the Together AU has been hard recently, mostly because there’s a lot of violence in the story (a lot of riots at one point) and it’s pretty hard to write that when there are riots going on in real life. I’m not sure if it’s disrespectful to write about them when they’re happening for real. I also don’t want people to have the impression that I’m encouraging the violence.

At the moment, I’m on the third chapter of the second draft (and wow, my writing is so much better with another draft.) and thought I’d share a part of the rough draft - it’s a conversation I wrote nearly a month ago that will get changed later.

This seemed a bit relevant for the present time. Warning: Long post, a dead body, and references to violence/class differences.

Trading looks, the adults sighed but surprisingly, didn't seem upset with Orion. Even the Glitch Mob mech just shook him helm tiredly. Something of Orion's thought process or apprehension must have shown on his face as an older femme chuckled at him. “Aw, don't be like that mech. We ain't gonna bite chou 'cause yer runnin' with Jazz's crews. We already knew yah were with 'em anyway. Yer symbol ain't exactly hidden.”

“I wasn't sure if you would be upset that Jazz hasn't solved all this yet or not. The other gangs seem to be laying all the blame at his pedes.” He admitted, having forgotten the symbol on his shoulder. To be fair, the glow paint barely showed under the dust and grime coating his frame.

A couple people actually snorted at his admission. One gestured broadly, a little wobbly and out of sorts. “They don't get to- get to throw blame when they ain't doin' no better. Honestly, what they gonna do? Only so much you can fight when they're sendin' so many enforcers down here.”

“Could be worse.” Someone added solemnly, making a gesture over their spark.

Several others copied the gesture to ward off bad luck. Another settled morosely against a broken crate piped up. “It ain't ever been this bad before though, has it? They never got down this far.”

“How often do riots like this happen?” Ironhide asked.

Orion glanced at him. He'd have thought the mech would stay quiet to avoid notice but the Ironhide appeared calm. The locals didn't seem to care that he wasn't one of them either. Perhaps being with a mech under Edgerunner protection gained him some leniency. Or the fact that he'd helped save them.

A shaky old mech, unassuming as could be, straightened in the creaky chair he'd snagged and took on a storyteller's voice. “Not as often as you'd think. The worst ones were a real long time ago, back when the Darklight didn't even have a name an' was a lot smaller. The lawmechs didn't like how many of us there were an' how we were growin' so they'd march in to make sure we weren't breakin' the law none. An' if folks got dead or disappeared during that time, well, who were we gonna tell about it?”

Ironhide face shifted, turning from exhaustion to quietly concealed rage as some of the younglings scooted closer to listen in and the old mech continued. “That's why we started buildin' down instead of up. They don't like when they can see how many of us there are. Not that any of us here were around then, ah don't think.”

He looked around the group with a smirk. A few people chuckled and some of the younglings exaggeratedly shook their helms 'no'. Orion stifled a grin.

“They've only tried barging in a few times, since the beginning.” Sitting with her back to a pole, a larger femme stroked the unconscious face of a mech settled in her lap. Surprisingly, Orion could see wings on her back. They were big enough that she could have been a shuttle and he couldn't help but wonder how a flight frame came to live down here where mostly cargo and racer frames roamed. “I don't think they ever got further than the second level.” She looked at the old mech for confirmation. Grimly, he shook his helm.

“No. They never have.”

“You were in the last one?” The youngling with the missing arm piped up, looking at the big femme. “Mah creator was but he didn't tell meh much an' he's dead now.”

“Hmm,” She shifted to get more comfortable and nodded, “Last one was a good hundred vorns ago or something. Don't rightly remember. But it was way before your time. It was bad but not bad like this 'cause they only did the surface. I know a couple patrols tried coming down here but they didn't make it back up.”

“Anybody remember that goodie shop, on the corner of Hololite Square by Fracture's shop?” Asked the old mech.

A number of sighs answer him. Someone hummed, “Daybreak an' Cinnabar's place?”

“Oooh, I remember them.” The Glitch Mob mech smiles, “They had the best oil cakes around. Even better than anythin’ in Polyhelix.”

A youngling asks,“They're dead?” The little frames had steadily and sneakily gotten closer to the group as the adults talked. Orion noted most had cuts or cracked plating, faces lean and hungry looking. But at the moment, they were distracted by the old stories.

“Yeah, surface level during the last riot.”

“Didn't even fight none.” Growled the flier femme. “Everybody knew those two didn't get involved in no street fights or gangs or nothin'! Weren't their fault they didn't have the creds to get a shop in Polyhelix proper!”

The conversation almost stalled as no one had anything to say to that, so Orion brought up something he'd been wondering. “Is Fracture's place really that popular? A lot of people seem to know him.”

That sent a wave of chuckles around the room. The lounging mech outright laughed, high and sharp. “Darlin', everybody knows Fracture! He's the reason we got crystals growin' outta ever crack, hole in the wall, and even our own platin’ if we don't watch 'im close enough! That mech keeps plantin' seed crystals everywhere.” Orion startled, unsure if the mech was exaggerating or not.

“It's like he's tryin' tah turn this place into a fraggin' garden!” Another moaned.

The old mech snorted. “At least some are edible. Free snacks right there.”

“Yeah, he puts tags by those so folks know if they can eat 'em.” A mech nodded in agreement. “Primus, I love the hematite shavings in plain energon. That's good stuff right there.”

“Reverie.” A younger mech whispered, looking at the old one in the chair. They glanced back at the mech on the floor and the group fell silent as everyone took in the deactivation gray plating. Reverie slowly got out of his chair, joints creaking as he crouched to lay his helm against the downed mech's chest plates. After a moment of waiting, he straightened and shook his helm.

“Yah did a good dance youngling. Safe journeys.” He murmured to the body.

Everyone shifted, mouths thinned back to grim lines. The Glitch Mob mech pursed his lips. “We don't got a name, do we?” When several mechs shook their helms, he added, “Whose got claim to his subspace then?”

Ironhide jerked, turning to stare wide opticked at the mech. All the others around them frowned and looked at Reverie for guidance. It seemed surviving long enough to become old in the Darklight earned one quite a bit of respect, even if they couldn't fight anymore.

Although Orion wouldn't have bet that the old mech couldn't fight. Out of everyone in the room, he was the only one with out any injuries. Everyone from Ironhide to the younglings sported at least minor wounds. Reverie ignored the energon staining his legs as he reached into the dead mech's subspace and started pulling out supplies; mainly normal items like knives, a few guns, a couple cubes of energon, credits and some random shinies.

After a long moment to look it over, he turned to the smallest frames in the room. “Younglings, come 'ere.”

They did not 'come here'. In fact, a few near the edges started inching away, as the entire lot of them scowled mightily and flicked their optics around the room like they’d been setup. Reverie's mouth ticked up in amusement but he gestured again, and moved back a little from the body and the loot. “Come 'ere. You bigger one there, get the guns, Armless gets first dibs on a knife,” Orion tried not to make a sound at the terrible nickname, “an' ya'll share the rest. Especially that energon. 'kay?”

No one seemed to disagree with Reverie's decision, even if a few adults frowned sadly at the energon. They all knew none of them really had a claim to the supplies. So they shifted back out of the way and let the wary younglings inch forward. After grabbing the loot, they skittered back behind the props and eyed the adults while they examined their new treasures.

Reverie chuckled sadly and nodded at one of the other adults and the body. “Help me move him to the side a bit, yeah?”

None of this was out of the ordinary for Darklight folks, as far as Orion was concerned. He'd seen much the same when a few of Tumult's crew had fallen in a shootout during that gang war with the Crowncutters. Supplies couldn't be wasted so they went to whoever the deceased was closest to. In the Edgerunner's case, most had gone back to the gang's general supplies and the personal items to the dead mechs’ friends. He'd gotten the impression though, that this might not be the way people in other places did things, especially from the way Ironhide had startled.

A quick look at the mech gave Orion a sudden feeling of relief. He looked thoughtful, instead of offended and about to say something about it. Perhaps he was learning one couldn't just snap at Darklight people demanding answers to their weird behavior.

He didn't expect the question that came out of the Iaconian's mouth. “You don't consider yerself Polyhexian, do yah?”

The group glanced at each other, surprisingly mellow about the question. Perhaps they'd had enough fighting for the day. Smiling grimly, the shuttle femme answered, “No. Polyhelix don't want us, and never has. Even if they claim this area as part of their city. Why should we call ourselves what we ain't?”

“At least Darklight knows Darklight.” The lounging mech sighed softly. “Even if some of us don't have the accent an' some of us don't have the neon an' glow on our plating.”

“Remember...remember that time, that they tried tah tax us?” The possibly drunk but probably concussed mech snickered.

Someone snorted. “If they wanted tah tax us like Polyhexians they shoulda treated us like Polyhexians. Instead, they built a Primus-damned wall.”

“They actually tried to tax the Darklight?” Orion gaped. “Seriously?!”

One of the femmes laughed, “Yep! It didn't work at all-.”

#writing #snippet #tgau #together au #lighting fires #transformers #orion pax #ironhide #darklight #darklight culture #riots

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savinscripts · 7 years ago

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Friends in High Places

❝ Power resides only where men believe it resides. [...] A shadow on the wall, yet shadows can kill. And ofttimes a very small man can cast a very large shadow. ❞

Roughly an hour after he last saw depart the bridge Jevara’s ship was pulling up alongside the familiar and welcome sight of their own Raider-class corvette the SS Cydonia. Once the bridging ports were established and couplings secure the two-ships branched together as one for the time being Fane had his crew starting to move operations back to their own control deck. They would get things done far faster aboard a ship that didn’t threaten to rattle apart under them.

With the crew already informed of the goings on aboard Jevara’s ship the medical bay was already on stand-by, and some of the friendlier faced recruits aboard the ship were sent to speak with the other five wives and offer them any help they might require. Also to transport them over from Jevara’s ship (though they were reluctant until they heard Jevara too would be ‘coming’ along with them) though the fact he would be in the ship’s brig was left out for the time being. It wasn’t important.

A private set of quarters had been drawn up for Faye per Fane’s direct request, inside folded in a neat pile were a set of clothes, a gaberwool blazer similar to the general uniform of the others aboard the ship, a white long-sleeved tee and black trousers, socks along with a sturdy set of boots though aboard the main SS it would become evident every member had their own particular way of doing things. Some wore uniform, others preferred jumpsuits and some wore white crew-necked long-sleeved tees and black cargo trousers the atmosphere aboard being relaxed but still moderately professional.

As it was the crew were generally busy and instead of interrupting them, Fane decided that it would probably be better to see to it himself that Faye was shown where to go. Once all the hard-drives were scoured and copied the ship would be set to drift to a nearby junker world where it would be destroyed. They had no need of the ship anymore after all. Arriving down at the now quiet quarters (considering the labouring woman had been moved to the med-bay aboard the SS Cydonia Fane rounded a corner until he arrived at the room he’d seen Faye outside of earlier assuming it was hers he stopped outside and knocked, stepping back waiting for it to open.

Once Faye was given the okay to leave, she exited the bridge and walked straight to the elevator down to the cargo bay. It was a big space, bigger than her small room that she’d been confined to for so long. She just stood there for a long moment, in the echoing silence, listening to the low hum of the engines as they changed course. There was no one else here. That was why Faye had come. To be alone. Because she hadn’t truly been alone for over a year. Never had any privacy. The other wives, and especially Jevara himself, not caring or extending her the courtesy. Not that that scum of a man knew what the word meant.

But that didn’t matter now, because now he was the prisoner, and Faye was free. At least she would be once she got off this ship and onto a starbase. For right now though, this would do.

Finding a spot near one of the portwindows, Faye climbed up on top of a shipment of solar sails packed into a tight cube. It was just high enough that she could sit and look out into the dark expanse of space. She propped her knees up under her chin and wrapped her arms around them. The only people she had left were out there somewhere, running or hiding for their lives among the stars. Though perhaps they were dead. Perhaps all the rebels were dead, and she was truly alone now.

Well, at least she wasn’t a slave anymore.

Faye didn’t even realize she was crying until a tear fell onto her arm. It had been so long… She looked down at it, watched the bead of liquid slip away, absorbed by the fabric of her pants. Tears didn’t help matters at all. Which is why she never cried. And they wouldn’t help her now. They wouldn’t help her friends. So Faye closed her eyes, leaned up against the shipping crates, and fell asleep. Truly, deeply asleep, for the first time in months.

When there was no answer from the room beyond Fane withdrew glancing around and wondering whether there may have been somewhere else that Faye could have gone. The ship wasn’t overly sized, certainly nothing in comparison to the large Raider-Class corvette that had been coming up on the horizon but he’d said someone would come to fetch her when the time to move ships came around and he had a feeling she wouldn’t just go. At least that was his thought-process, one he started to doubt when she wasn’t where he last saw her.

But better safe than sorry he radioed the crew that he’d be a little while and to continue final checks until such a time as he returned to the main ship. With that he walked the various corridors on this level, checking but finding no particular sign that she had been here. The floor above was mostly technical rooms and a couple of business rooms and the floor below from what he knew was a cargo bay. Not thinking she would be upstairs he headed for the elevator which took him down the doors sliding open onto the main bay with the port windows looking out onto the dark expanse of space and starts smattering the blackness.

Only after walking around a few of the crates (not that they contained anything particularly of value to him or his crew) he finally spotted a figure on top of a set of crates near to the window. A slow advance proved that his guess about who it might be was proven correct as he rounded the crate and some of the stern lines of his features softened just a little at the sight of the woman curled up on the crate, eyes red-rimmed from tears no doubt. She was clearly asleep and Fane wasn’t entirely sure what to do, but aware that he had a ship waiting on them he sighed but gently cleared his throat hoping the disturbance would rouse her from her slumber much as he was loathe to wake her.

Faye fell so deeply asleep, that it took Fane clearing his throat more than once for her to start to wake. When she did, it took a moment for her to orient herself, and she flinched, throwing a hand up over her face and curling more into herself, as if she was expecting something, or someone. She blinked and looked around, suddenly realizing where she was. And then it all came rushing back to her. The casino, Fane, him and his crew overtaking the ship, her giving him the coordinates of the first cache. Him letting her go.

Coming down here and falling asleep. Crying.

She swiped at her eyes as she sat up, finally spotting him. “Sorry. I was tired.” Unsure what he wanted, or what she should do, Faye merely pulled her pack slowly onto her shoulder and waited. A years worth of being ordered around and having to go along with it no matter what would take some time to work itself out. Eventually, her autonomy would come back. It showed itself now, like in her coming down here, but larger things would take more time.

He didn’t mind waiting, the value of stillness had been instilled in him a long time ago. Even under fire or pressure he barely flinched, instead he took a moment composed himself and got on with whatever needed to be done. Complete the mission. Whatever the cost and whatever it took but if he was ever first in he was always last out. That was how things worked and it kept his crew safe (for the most part) unless something went drastically wrong and even then they handled it.

So while he waited for her to come around he stood quietly his hands loosely grasped behind his back and keeping himself in a neat and tidy line with only the slightest splay to his feet and posture giving a small hint of relaxation about his otherwise stoic positioning.

“That’s fine, no doubt you’ve had a tiring time… I was just coming to let you know that we’re moving across to the Cydonia, there’ll be food aboard if you’re hungry and then I’ll show you to your rooms if you wish to have a shower and properly rest in a bed…” he paused before adding “hopefully everything you’ll need will be aboard but if you happen to want or need something let me know hm? I can’t produce miracles but small items I can likely procure should you need them.” He stepped in the direction of the lift, “come with me?”

Once he explained what was going on, Faye calmed a bit. She slid down off the pallet, making sure she had all her things - which was really just her bag and what she had on her back - and stepped just a bit closer. Not too close, but near enough that he wouldn’t think she was afraid of him. She wasn’t. Not really. It was just… she needed time.

“Yeah. It has been.” Tiring was a very mild way of putting it. Exhausting. Hellish. Humiliating. Debasing. Pick one. Or all of them. Though Faye wasn’t going to be sharing. With anyone. Ever. She would keep it to herself and forget it, and it would disappear. And whatever she felt in regards to it, she would choke that down too. And get on with her life. Faye nodded, and followed along behind him towards the lift. “Thank you,” she said as they rode back to the main deck. A part of her wondered if he would have helped her if she hadn’t had the information he needed. Another part of her was tempted to ask. But she wasn’t about to test the waters of her good luck.

It was what it was. And Faye should just be grateful.

He didn’t think her afraid, simply… wary perhaps was a better word he would have chosen for how she seemed to behave. As though she wasn’t sure how he was going to act or what he might do next and though he could be unpredictable in regards to his enemies and foes (he wouldn’t have been a very good leader on covert operations if he hadn’t been) for those he needed and by extension those he wanted around he was generally a rather relaxed presence. Though it didn’t ever go so far to say he was complacent, everything needed to be done and he would dig his heels in until it was completed to his satisfaction but he was no tyrant. Everyone got their shares in equal portion and rotations were equally scheduled unless something major was occurring. He took no more than the next on the ship and though he held the post of command never let such authority go to his head. It would do no good to put himself above the people he was supposed to be working alongside.

“Come, we’ll get you fed and then you can rest properly” once she had everything she needed and they entered the elevator Fane thumbed a button that took them up to the connecting port. Though on the journey up his head tilted fractionally, the only indicator physically that he heard what she said. But after a moment he spoke, “you’re welcome,” nothing more on the matter was said. He wasn’t the sort of person to make a big deal out of such matters as personal gratitude or thanks. He did what needed to be done, nothing more or less to it than that.

It wasn’t long before the doors hissed open and they were walking again, this time to the starboard hatch where a brightly lit metallic hallway linked to a much sleeker looking ship interior beyond. No riveting or bolts hung out of place and everything shone as though cleanly polished and a teal light pulsed through the charcoal grey of the wall panels in time with the hum of the engines. “Welcome aboard,” he said as their feet left the walkway and they started along a route towards the mess room where several tables were dotted around, a few crew were hanging about and greeted him as he walked past heading towards the food station where a screen with a selection of food available on the menu today stood at the front of a large machine “pick what you want. I can’t say it’s a huge variety but it does the job.” But he was soon distracted by a seeker droid that detached itself from a wall panel and hovered over its blue eye scanning the woman beside Fane before it chirped and beeped which brought a minute smile to his lips “NX-06, good to see you, been keeping the ship in order for me?” The droid beeped again and Fane gave a nod, “good, and this is Faye-- she’ll be travelling with us for the time being.” A few disks on the droid’s central body spun as it turned its large central eye towards her humming softly as it seemed to process the information and the woman infront of it.

Faye glanced at him, and a small smile turned her lips as he responded to her thanks. She didn’t think him a tyrant, but she wasn’t sure what kind of person he was underneath all his quietness and his self-contained mannerisms. It made her curious, but not enough to say much more than she did. Perhaps one day, if they knew each other better, she would ask. But not today.

She never hesistated to cross the bridge between the two ships, and never once did she look back. A breath huffed out of her, and she tightened her hold on her bag and tried to raise her chin a bit higher than before. She wasn’t a slave any longer. She was rebellion fighter. A soldier. A pilot. A friend. She was brave, and until her forced confinement and the abuse she’d suffered, nothing in the galaxy had scared her, other than losing the people she cared about.

A bigger smile lit her face as they came into the mess hall. It was sleek and clean, and everyone around nodded cheerfully as they passed. There were some looks thrown her way, but mostly they seemed curious. Faye could handle curious, as long as no one bothered her. The menu made her bite her lip. Jevara had fed them, of course, but he had given them the sort of food he thought a good wife should have. Lots of bland things, nothing with any flavor or spice. It had been ages since Faye had tasted anything proper. She chose a slice of pie made from some red fruit that might have been strawberries, and a bowl of stew with bread. When it came, it smelled amazing, and Faye thought she might die happy right then and there.

The bleeping noise caught her attention, and she turned to find herself being observed. Droids didn’t bother her, Jevara never had any really, and this one seemed harmless enough, though curious. Faye’s own droid had been lost with her fighter when she’d been shot down. “Hello,” she nodded, staying still while she was looked over. She glanced at Fane, raising an eyebrow but not saying anything.

They were lucky, thanks to the fact that they had run across a cruiser to some elite businessman with a picky appetite they had salvaged the food machine which made a fair variety of items depending on what they stocked. They meals weren’t excessively unhealthy considering Fane’s wish to keep the crew healthy but it didn’t mean there weren’t a few items to keep a sweet tooth satisfied on the list.

NX-06 whirred quietly, elevated and lowered himself where he hovered mid-air and then buzzed his way around her seeming to take stock of who this stranger was. Fane merely watched on considering this was entirely normal behaviour for his droid with any new person he took an interest in and took the time to order his own food, nothing complex just a soup and some bread along with a glass of water. “He’s a little nosy,” Fane remarked after a moment earning a buzz and chatter of noise from the droid which made Fane roll his eyes slightly.

“Come, sit down and eat” Fane nodded to a table after picking up his tray and bringing it over to a table near a window looking out onto the dark expanse of the galaxy. He waited until she was sat before picking up the bread and ripping some off to dip it into the soup and bringing it back to his mouth his dark eyes generally watching her curiously. “So, what are your plans once you get going?”

“It’s alright,” Faye said quietly as the droid seemed to finish up and turn back to Fane. It moved off, and she followed him to sit down. She sat for a minute, looking out at the stars as he started to eat. It wasn’t until he spoke that she looked back at him and turned to her own food, pie first.

Faye shrugged. “Find the Resistance. After that…” She took a small bite of the dessert. “Get my ass back in a fighter and blow shit up.” She glanced at him from under her lashes. “What about you? What happens after you pick up all Jevara’s goods?”

When he took a seat deliberately with his back to the starscape so that it permitted Faye to have the view out of the window Fane set his bowl down and let it cool a while before he set about starting to eat. His movements were controlled and precise almost to a fault, as though he only existed in a specific aspect of space and never beyond that space. Only once his cooled a little did he start to spoon some into his mouth unsure quite what he was supposed to say or ask her about. Small talk really wasn’t his forté, he was much better with a blaster and explosions but he could make do.

So, when Faye answered his question mentioning the resistance once more he mulled over the information. Though her mention of starfighters piqued his interest and he seemed to perk a little. “So you’re a pilot?” he asked curiously after finishing a sip of his soup “so, how long have you been a part of the resistance? I’m guessing you were a pilot for them too.”

As the question was turned around to him, Fane’s eyes drifted down to the soup and he took another spoonful. “Assess the stockpile, organise it and then once we’ve done that take them back to our base and see how we can make use of them to shore up defences or even offences” Fane waved at the mess hall though was indicating more the entire ship as he spoke “we have very good engineers who make use of things we pick up and if they can upgrade the ship then they install what we take to give us as much of an edge if we do end up in battle.”

Faye didn’t feel the need to talk, used to the silence of not being asked questions, or not being thought worthy of speaking to. The chatter of the wives had been mind-numbing, as well as the way they cooed and crooned and existed in a way that - while Faye tried to imitate it to stay safe and alive - she hated. So the quiet was welcome, as was Fane and his easy mannerisms. Later, she would come to appreciate how quiet he himself was, how contained. It was a stark contrast to the swaggering, boasting, overwhelming vileness of Jevara.

“I am,” Faye answered. “My parents were Resistance fighters too. Taught me how to fly.” She looked back down at her food, a shadowed look passing across her face. “I joined… nearly ten years ago now. Maybe more. It all runs together sometimes. But… yeah. Starfighter Corps.” She grew quiet for a bit, picking at her food now. “Phoenix Squadron. Or… I was. There’s only me now.” Everyone else was dead. Killed by the Order. Faye had been the lone survivor, crashing onto the planet they were set to patrol. Sometimes she wished she had died too.

She didn’t look up again as he answered, only nodded. “Freedom fighters, right?” Because there was ony one side truly fighting for freedom, and that was the Resistance. Fane had told her he wasn’t technically affiliated with them, but he was helping them regardless. To her that made him part of it. Though she didn’t say anything. “I hope it’s put to good use. And that you don’t end up in the middle of it.” A small, tight smile moved across her face, and she turned back to her food.

Fane saw no particular reason in enforcing unnecessary talk on people who may not feel comfortable for it. He recognised that in Faye considering the situation in which he had found her in, she had survived it but that meant she most likely had adopted methods of keeping from being noticed or attention being drawn to her in particular. Talk wasn’t his forté as it was so really it worked better for him to have as little talk as really was necessary. With time if he got to know someone he spoke more but most of what he said just as what he did was on a necessary basis.

When she spoke a little of her history Fane’s body language shifted, growing more attentive with a small forwards lean as his elbow came to rest on the table and his hand rested in his chin. “Ten years, that’s quite a while-- How old were you?” he asked curiously considering that would give him a rough estimate of her age now just to add to the gradual database of information he was slowly gathering about her. Though when she mentioned being the only one left of a squad his expression grew sombre, “it’s hard, to be the last one standing… But I think there’s purpose in living for the ones who didn’t get the chance.”

“The most fitting title if anything,” Fane allowed with a small wave of his hand “I don’t particularly like to affiliate with the rebellion considering it seems the easiest way to get tracked down… We resist in our own way but we’re out to try and survive this... Mostly we do what we can to stop bastards like Jevara who sell to both sides and simply profit… We’ve got some of the best slicers in the galaxy onboard between them there’s very little that’s safe from them if needs be.” They helped in their own way, but Fane was reluctant to say he was a part of the resistance it was a can of worms that need not be opened and his attention returned to his food as he spooned his soup into his mouth gradually draining the bowl with surprising speed despite their intermittent conversation around their respective meals.

Faye settled her elbows on the table, thinking back. She really didn’t care much about her age, so thought nothing of telling him how old she’d been when she’d joined up. “Twenty-two. Twenty-three, maybe? Like I said, it all runs together.” His expression changed, and she wondered if he knew from personal experience what it was like, or if he was merely saying what he thought she wanted to hear. Though her gut told her it was the former. He didn’t strike her as the type to placate people, not on a regular basis at least.

All she could do was nod, because he was right. The ones that lived had to honor those that died for the cause. Or because of it. Their deaths had to mean something. They had to matter.

Talk moved on, and Faye huffed a little bit as he said he didn’t like to affiliate with the rebellion. “Who’s getting all these weapons then? Affliate or not, if they’re for the Resistance… word gets around. The people that won’t be getting their shipments from Jevara? They’ll come looking. Even if he’s locked up, someone somewhere will have intel on what happened to all his goodies. So I hope your guys are as good as you claim.” Did Faye think Fane hadn’t thought of every eventuality? That he didn’t most likely have a plan for that very scenario? Or any other scenario that might pop up? No. But she knew Jevara. She knew the kinds of people he dealt with.

They wouldn’t be happy about having their payloads snatched out from under their noses.

“And I get it. Surviving. Trust me, I do. But you can’t expect to outrun this forever. Eventually, we all have to choose.” She looked at him for a long moment, not judging his way of life or his choices, but merely fearing that one day him and his crew would no longer have any wiggle room. They would have to pick a side or die. And she didn’t want Fane to die. Or any of his crew.

The timeframe put her at a few years younger than he was and Fane gave a slight nod, it fitted with what he’d estimated at a rough guess from looking at her. But he didn’t dwell for too much longer on the topic, considering she had questions and points of her own to make none of which he was entirely sure how to answer without giving away some of the operation he ran. “I don’t claim anything,” Fane didn’t brag about such things but they were good. In fact they were the best in the Order at the time, one of the elite team of operatives. The pinnacle of creation in a way.

“We can handle most situations as they come up,” and even when things went sideways they still somehow managed to pull through to the other side it was Fane that made sure of that. “Plus, Jevara is hardly the first dealer we’ve targeted we’re not new to the line we’re treading” Fane explained with a small tilt of his head as he looked at her.

“Again, I hold my crew’s interest in mind every decision I make for the benefit of them and the people we’re fighting to protect… Until I have proof that the resistance really isn’t as crushed as it seems to be then maybe we can talk,” but probably not considering it would put him in a difficult position though such things were left unsaid. They didn’t need to broach that especially with the topics it would dredge up as a consequence.

Faye merely looked at him. “You claim you’re not affiliated at all with the rebellion, yet here I sit. You claim all this-” She gestured around the mess hall without taking her eyes from him. “- is just surviving, yet you don’t sell to the bad guys who support the Order. You claim you’re out to stop them.” There was a deeper meaning there to Faye, but she didn’t touch on it yet. “You claim you’ve got some of the best in the galaxy on board this ship. That you’re safe here.” She leaned forwards just a touch, her eyes slightly pinched at the edges. “But nowhere is safe.” Not from the Order. Not until they were all dead, blasted to a million pieces.

She sat back. “And I never said you were new at this. From what I can tell, you’ve been running the op for awhile.” Her eyes tracked around the hall, over the people eating quietly. “Everyone’s comfortable, but not complacent. Everyone knows their job and their place, they take pride in it, and they all look to you to ensure all of that stays as it has been.” Which Fane confirmed a few moments later as he told her his crew’s safety was his main concern.

The tiniest of smiles hinted at the edge of her mouth. She turned back to her food, scooping up a bit of pie and eating it around her smirk. “You know the definition of ‘freedom fighter’ is a person who takes part in a violent struggle to achieve a political goal, especially in order to overthrow their government. Some might call that a rebel, Fane.”

She finished the pie and turned to the soup, feeling just a tiny bit more like her old self with real food in her belly and someone intelligent to talk to. But her grin still held, growing just a bit. Because in her heart she knew the Resistance was still out there. “I’m gonna hold you to that then. We’ll talk. One day when I can prove it to you. You are a man of your word, after all.”

“Well you happen to be a happy coincidence,” he countered dabbing his bread into the soup and taking another bite of it before it dripped everywhere. There were other things they did, such as targeting their weapons factories that Fane got up to but for all intents and purposes Fane preferred such operations remained on the quiet side. Better not to draw attention to their operations in his opinion and let the Order wonder who was behind it. As she leaned forwards Fane merely sat observing her quietly as she made her point, “perhaps so, but I’ve been running our operations without much issue thus far if the Order can’t pinpoint who is behind certain problems they encounter the better.” No doubt some of the things Fane had pulled off had been attributed to the resistance even if Fane didn’t happen to work for them directly.

She summarised in a few lines what the operation here was, though where most would be beaming with pride and willing to take the remarks as congratulations Fane merely blinked his eyes at her, a dark brow lifted and he waited. “So what?” there was no real point behind what she summarised but he felt like she’d meant to take it somewhere.

“I’d rather avoid the violence if all is possible,” he replied a touch blithely as he finished the last of his soup and set about mopping up the rest with the bread until it was clean. “Semantics either way,” he waved it off with a shrug. Though now his food was out the way he sat back and took the time to watch her attentively as she turned her attention to the soup. “Depends if you can find me. The galaxy’s a pretty big place hm?”

“Do I now?” she asked, again looking at him in quiet amusement. “I suppose I should say ‘thank you,’ hm? Though I’m sure the happy part has a lot to do with those codes I gave you, and not myself personally.” It wasn’t a remark meant to be detrimental to herself, and it wasn’t said in a tone that would suggest such. It was merely a statement of what she thought. The codes were far more important than her, even Faye would admit that. She just happened to be the one that knew them.

“The Order blames all their problems on the Resistance,” she said flatly, sitting back up. “So perhaps you create more chaos than you realize? Without having to suffer the consequences.” Did she know if anything Fane and his people had done - or not done - had resulted in the Order firing back on the Resistance? No. He was hardly the only ‘freedom fighter’ in the galaxy, after all. But it was a thought that didn’t sit well with Faye, regardless. Though she could hardly hold anything against him or blame him for things that could only be speculated at.

“‘So what?’” Now she looked at him like he’d been speaking a different language. “So what’re you fighting for? Freedom, yes. But… why? For what purpose? Because it’s the right thing to do? Because you hate the Order? All of us are fighting for that. But what comes after that? What comes after the fighting is done and there’s peace?” Because Faye truly believed they would win and the galaxy would rest. For a time at least. “We can only fight for so long. One day it’ll all be over. We’ll either be dead, too old, in prison, or free. I for one don’t plan on spending my life in an X-Wing. I’m fighting for what comes after. So that everyone has that choice.”

Everything she said was said calmly and without ire. Surely Fane had thought about what came next? Planning for every eventuality, right?

“Well, some of us don’t have that choice.” Not that it had been a hard one, the choice to fight. At least not for Faye. She couldn’t sit idly by while others died. Not if she could do something to help. Though she knew not all battles were fought on the front lines. She supposed Fane fought his own battle, acquiring goods as he did. There was risk there, and lots of it. Again, it wasn’t said sharply or in anger, it just was. She turned back to her own food, frowning slightly as she stirred the soup.

Again, she gave a small huff. “It is. But you’re not the only one that knows how to find things. I’m sure we’ll meet up again. Eventually.”

“Well you’ve already said thank you, so you’d be thanking me twice if you said it again” Fane didn’t claim to want her thanks if he was being honest it wasn’t something he particularly sought. He did what he needed to do and she had turned up and coincidentally made his life easier, for that he supposed he should be thanking her but it was the way things had gone and so Fane mostly left the topic at that.

“The resistance is hardly discreet in what they do, I mean blowing up death stars? Mounting full scale offensives?” Fane’s tone much like her own never grew heated or possessed a bite to it, they were simply facts that he laid out for her to pick up if she wanted. “I may cause them hassle but I do so in a way that suits our operating method… I don’t have an army at my disposal if the full might of the order decides to come after me. I have a ship and a few very good pilots” Fane said sitting back just as calmly as he had been for the rest of the night.

Fane’s mouth tightened a bit as she questioned his motivations, but he opted to sit there as she rattled on listening and paying attention to what she said and asked. “I have my reasons for doing the things I do and the way in which I get them done for my people and myself.” Complicated as they were but to tell her that was to risk exposing himself and he was better off without further questions of that sort. Fane wasn’t sure he would see it to the end regardless, but again he brushed that off as semantics.

“Perhaps,” he agreed non committedly not seeing any real point to agree nor disagree on something he wasn’t sure of.

Faye gave a one-shouldered shrug, the shadow of who she had been before her capture - a cocky fighter pilot, not afraid of anything or anyone - peeking through her expression. “Wasn’t meant to be discreet.” It had been meant to send a message. That whatever the Order built, the Resistance would tear down. Over and over again until there was either no one left or the Order was done for.

“Would you have done it differently?” she asked, genuinely curious. “And I doubt the full might would come after you. You are only one ship, after all. Good as you and your crew might be. They’d probably just send one or two ships. Storm troopers would kill everyone except the officers and you. Pull the hard drives, nav maps, clearance codes. Anything of value. Take whatever you’ve got stocked. Blow up your ship. Who knows.” Faye had seen it happen. Had killed her fair share of troopers. Though she was better in the air than on foot.

She saw the subtle tug of his mouth as he pressed his lips together. That was the largest reaction he’d shown through the entire conversation, and even then it was very easily missed. It was perhaps a downside to keeping oneself so rigidly contained. When something did bleed over, there was the potential for those that knew what to look for to notice. And Faye had notice. “Obviously,” she nodded. “I sincerely hope it continues to work for you.”

His noncommittal answer had her watching him for a moment, before the tiny smile returned and she shook her head, turning back to her food. He was an odd duck, that much was true. But it made Faye all the more curious about him. But it was hardly her place to ask personal questions, so she didn’t.

She didn’t seem to grasp the subtleties with which he or his crew operated, “not my point, my point being there are more ways of solving problems than jumping in an X-Wing and blowing things up. You have the manpower to allow for that,” Fane didn’t and it wasn’t his prerogative to deal with large-scale weapons of mass destruction. His skillset was honed for dealing with recognising, rooting out and eliminating traitors within the ranks. Undercover and more importantly discreet by comparison to the things it seemed the rebels got involved in by his opinion. No question he respected their efforts but it didn’t change the fact they had very different methods of getting to their respective goals.

“No--” he answered with a deliberate slowness like he was picking the words carefully though he considered her levelly as she counteracted his wording. Little did she realise he was perhaps more than just one ship and pilots. But he let her make such an assumption, she was after all on the outside of his operations and though she had kept her word it didn’t mean he yet trusted her. Though her speculation about what might happen to them as consequence was met with little reaction beyond further contemplation as though he either didn’t deem it necessary to respond or because these were simply facts he always knew and therefore felt no real need to confirm or deny what she said.

Her smile caused his eyes to narrow fractionally, just enough to show he was curious about what provoked the response but no questions were asked to further his inquiry. He’d have to keep an eye on her he decided just to make sure she didn’t inadvertently cause trouble. Once she was done with her soup he pushed his seat back rising to his feet and collecting his plates to take them over to the disposal area “I’ll take you to your room.”

Being a pilot left little room for subtlety. And Faye herself - though it would take a good amount of time before she was back to who she used to be - wasn’t a subtle person. She asked what she wanted to know and said what she wanted to say. Though she was capable of tamping it down when needed. She might be opinionated and headstrong, but she wasn’t reckless. At least not when it was anyone’s life other than her own at risk. But what was life without a bit of risk? Cliche as that sounded.

“Oh, I’m quite aware. And I’m not disparaging what you’re doing. It’s needed. I mean, if you can get one person like Jevara out of the skies, out of the market, how many lives will you save that way? Without ever having to see a battle? How many lives have you saved this time?” Faye knew they were different, but sitting on a ship, counting inventory and watching maps and com feeds would drive her mad. It had been all she could do to stay sane on Jevara’s ship for all those months. Though she still felt the claustrophobia set in now and then. Too many closed spaces. Too many confining rooms and corridors. She needed open sky and real air to breathe. Not recycled oxygen.

“An exploding death star is an exploding death star then, isn’t it?” she said. “Methods don’t really matter in the end.” Faye didn’t expect him to have an armada of ships at his disposal, or a huge crew of people stowed away anywhere. He might, but what were the odds. Most people she knew of that were like Fane had no home base. They might have storage units, or hidden places like Jevara, but most were drifters. Part of the job it seemed.

She finished her food, and felt herself growing increasingly sleepy. There would be no causing trouble for him, that much Faye could say with certainty. Why would she? She was his guest. This was his ship. So unless something went completely sideways and he decided - however unlikely it seemed - to double-cross her, she would be keeping her hands and her trouble-making skills to herself. Besides, if she were honest, she just wanted to rest. For now. For just a few days until they made it to port - wherever that was going to be - and she could be on her way.

Faye stood and followed with her own plate, putting them in the disposal behind Fane’s, and they turned towards the sleeping quarters.

The trip from the mess hall to the quarters was a short one, down a few corridors and an elevator to one of the lower floors and a small but sizeable room on the port side of the ship with a decent reinforced glass window that looked out onto space. There was even a small plant in one corner, the room was obviously a guest room despite its decent military neat furnishings due to the lack of personalisation to it and when they arrived Fane typed in an access code before the door hissed open. “Clothes are on your bed, washroom is through there… hopefully this’ll suffice” he said glancing at her though it wasn’t as though they had much else to offer. “Door code is on the paper over there should you wish to lock the room though I and a few others with authority have bypass codes to the entire ship… Not that it should be needed but just so that you’re aware for security purposes.” Not sure what else to say Fane looked at the room and back to her figuring his role here was complete, “I’ll leave you to settle in. Mess hall is generally open if you find yourself wanting more food or anything like that…” With that said Fane gave her a final look of contemplation before he gave a short nod and backed up turning at the door “get some rest hm?” With that said he stepped out and walked off towards the elevator to head back up to the bridge.

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Metal Slug-Demon Song Ch 11

Nadia yelped and Trevor caught her from falling when they felt the whole ground under their feet shook. “Are you okay, Nadia?” Trevor asked and helped her regain her balance. “I'm okay, Trevor.” she smiled brightly at him and they both flinched when a loud banging and clanking of metal rang through the air and they ran toward it, guns pointed and they found a mangled hatch door torn from its hinges and carelessly tossed to the side. They saw something making a sharp turn around the corner of a building and they chased after it. The street was dark and Trevor and Nadia took their flashlights out. The demon was nowhere in sight and they approached the vacant street with precaution and it was a good thing that their flashlights can attach themselves onto their guns to free their hands. They both agreed to split up a bit and cover more ground. Trevor was alone now in the big part of the city, he needs to think of a plan on what was he going to do is he did run into the demon on his own and no one to back him up. Trevor only got his handgun, a heavy machine gun and possibly enough ammo to take down a whole group of enemy or Allen O'Neil himself, if he ever go down that is. He heard trash cans rattling in the alleyway and walked toward it and wondering if now is the good time to get his heavy machine gun out and start shooting. When he stepped into the alleyway, all he could find were knocked over trash cans and scattered Newspapers in the wind. He let out a sigh of relief and turned with guns and a frost cannon pointed squarely at his face, “Stay where you are or I'll make you into a human Popsicle!” All of her bodyguards and Rebel soldiers cocked their gun to get ready to shoot him down. Trevor raises his hands to surrender when he saw Abigail running toward them, “Beatty, what's with all the shouting going on over here?” She let out a soft gasp and ordered their men to move to the side and let her through to talk to Trevor, “No surprise seeing you here, Sergeant Spacey.” said Abigail, who's doing a good job hiding her excitement to see the man of her dream again. Serious on the outside, squealing like a school girl on the inside. “The feeling is mutual with you too, Abby.” Trevor spoke back and now he wondered if he worded that right or not and hoped that he didn't give Abigail a false idea that he has feelings for her which he doesn't. Abigail thinks it over, “I have no doubt that you and the Squad are looking for the same demon, am I right? News does spread awfully fast in the battlefield,” said Abigail, “The ambush, Allen O'Neil Junior is in the hospital, and the Ikari Warriors getting an unofficial visit from the Ptolemaic Army and the demon too.” Trevor raises a brow, “How do you know about the Ikari Warriors being attacked?” Beatrice spoke up, “My sister and I were in the city that you and the pink-headed bimbo were in and we followed you from the bakery and eavesdropped on you both while you were on your radio. Bad idea to speak loudly about what you were just told.” Beatrice smirked at him. In her defense, she was right and Trevor never goofs up till now. Abigail reached into her pocket and took out a pair of handcuffs, “Well, Sergeant Spacey. It looks like you're our prisoner till we decide on what to do with you. Please, put your arms down so I can-” They heard a scream and a Rebel fell to the ground and all the guns were pointed right at the demon. He roared and breathed fire at them and they moved out of the way with the alleyway now stinking of burning garbage. Trevor grabbed for his Heavy Machine gun and pulled the trigger to rapidly fire at him and Abigail summoned her laser cubes to shoot lasers and her sister joining her to blast ice at it. It did freeze its feet in place and he struggled to yank his feet free and the Rebels moved closer to keep firing but they were all slaughtered by the demon who breathed fire on his fists to deliver fiery punches onto them. Even Beatrice's bodyguards were all slain by his wrath and drew closer to them and slamming a fist through a cube and then grabbing another to smash it against another one to pieces. “We're not going to let you destroy us like last time!” Beatrice shouted and fired a chunk of ice at his face, hitting him good and making him stumble backward. Trevor pulled her away quick just in time when the demon's newfound rage smashed her ice cannon. “We better run unless we want to get fried.” said Trevor and the girls have no choice but to follow him. Abigail and Beatrice have no close-range combat skills and Trevor is only armed with a Heavy Machine gun, a hand gun, and grenades which aren't enough to fight off a blood thirsty demon. He slid and stumbled across the ground but regain his balance to keep on running. They were running out of time and alleyways to run through and they better think fast or get killed. Trevor found a door and lucky for him, he can shoot the lock off it with his handgun and push it open. “In here! Hurry!” Abigail and Beatrice ran inside and Trevor felt the swiping of the demon's claws on his backpack and slam the door on his face. The demon roared, slamming his fists against the door that Trevor leaned against to keep it shut. Everything was quiet until Beatrice screamed when they saw a fist bursting through the door and Trevor let out a painful cry, the demon shoved his head through the hole in the door and chomped down on Trevor's shoulder and tore the hole bigger so he can claw at Trevor's chest. “You let him go!” Abigail grabbed a nearby crowbar and swung it hard enough that the demon lets go of Trevor and recoil away in pain. They heard him roaring in agony and Trevor moved in quickly to push a heavy crate against the door while flinching in pain. Holding a Heavy Machine gun in his hand, they waited to see what it'll do next. Trash cans were getting turned over and they heard flapping of wings fading off into the distance. “Trevor!” Abigail gasped in horror, seeing the wounded man sliding down against the wall while clutching his bleeding shoulder and his shirt getting stained with his own blood, “A-Abby, open my backpack up and grab my first aid kit!” he groaned in pain. Abigail in a hurry grabbed his bag and unbuckled it open and fished around in his bag and discovered a large hole and half of his stuff gone. “There's no first aid kit! Beatty! Open our pack up and fetch for ours!” Even though Beatrice has a strong jealousy toward Trevor and she would love to turn him into a human snowman, but in the end, Beatrice always put her sister's needs first before hers or anyone else. She opened the pack up and grabbed their first aid kit and handed it to her, “I'll do anything to help you out, Abigail.” she said and looked over at Trevor, letting him know how lucky he is that she loves her sister so much that she's willing to help her with his injuries. Abigail looked at his wounds, “The scratches we can clean and bandaged up but the teeth marks are going to need a lot of stitches.” said Abigail, opening the first aid kit up and getting out what they needed for it. “Lucky for you, I have done these stitching dozens of times on that meathead, Allen O'Neil, and his son when they get stabbed or...or...” Abigail's sentences trailed off and her eyes were like a deer in the headlights. Trevor removed his shirt and discarded it to the side, revealing his muscle tone chest and traced out abs and a tiny scar on his upper right arm. She was memorized by his well-cared body and she was so lucky to be helping it get better and getting an up close and personal look. Beatrice nudged her sister, “Abigail, we got a demon out there that's trying to kill us, remember?” Abigail snapped out of it and apologized to her sister and Trevor was blushing a bit and awkwardly looked away. She cleaned his shoulder up with some medicine and took a needle and thread and began stitching the wound up carefully to prevent inflicting any more pain on Trevor. She made a tight knot and cut the thread and apply a gauze and bandages on it and she helped him clean up the scratch wounds next which was a simpler fix that he can do on his own. She still couldn't keep her eyes off of him, she wants to make a permanent mental image of this till he put his shirt back on and slowly got off the floor and grabbed for his Heavy Machine gun. “Thank you, Abby and Beatrice, for helping me. I'll get a doctor to check for any sign of infections when I get back.” They were quiet as they navigated the building and Trevor shattered the door's window with the butt of his knife and unlocked it from the other side and they stepped outside. They were back on the street again and they let out a sigh of relief. “We better get going and find Allen O'Neil, Abigail. I bet he didn't find anything.” she said and walked ahead of them. Abigail looked over at Trevor, the young woman was blushing and it felt like it was saving the Mars People from the Dragunov and Yoshino all over again. If the Aliens were replaced with a bloodthirsty demon. “I better follow my sister but first.” Trevor looked at her, “I guess you're going to take me prisoner then.” Trevor was wrong about that plan. The next thing he knew, he felt Abigail leaning in close and giving him a sweet soft kiss on the lips and she stepped back, “Thank you for saving me and my sister.” Abigail turned and walked away. Dumbfounded over what just happened and watching the sisters disappear down the street, Trevor stood there for a good while till he heard Nadia running up to him. Trevor, are you okay? I heard gunshots and came running.” said Nadia between pants and Trevor brushed his fingers over his lips lightly, “Ye-Yeah, I'm all right, Nadia. Let's go find the others.”

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Cutie Reviews: Tokyo Treat May 2017

Here we go Cuties, the second official crate beneath the “rebranding” of Tokyo Treat! I loved this crate to begin with, but the fact it’s grown BIGGER and comes much sooner only made me much more excited~

This months theme is.... Spring Fever ♥

After I started to write this, it occurred to me that I forgot to take the pictures of the Lucky Treat items, as well as the Prize Items of the month, so I’ll cover this really quick for anyone curious:

The prize items include a Totoro Bud Vase and Totoro Watering Can, along with the 3-month subscription. The runner-ups gain 1-month subscription and a Totoro mug ♥ Meanwhile, Lucky Treat included a variety of Miku Hatsune goods, tokyo milk treats, apparel, Pikachu plushes, two mario items, and a full gachapon set!

As usual I start with the items I don’t eat/use in the post. That includes the Hana Kappa DIY Gummy Kit, which I will cover in a separate post and am very excited to get to because this is another one I wanted to try and just never bought yet. With it is the little trinket/toy item of the month: a Calimero Mobile Phone Strap. These little guys are special, because they are exclusive to specific Japan souvenir shops. There was 4 possible styles to get and they are about 3.5 mm in height. It’s cute, but I do have to admit that I won’t be using it on my phone. It’s just not what I’m into, so I’d rather keep him as a collectable item.

The one item from this pic I will review is the drink however, a Nectar Peach & Cherry Blossom Juice. A special edition Fujiya Nectar drink made from white peach puree and embedded with the extract from a cherry blossom flower. Also, you are warned to shake well before opening, and if anyone is curious, it has 170 calories. So in terms of the healthiness scale, it’s about the same level as drinking a pepsi.

In terms of flavor, it’s... strange. It smelled so familiar to me, it took me a few minutes to register why that was. It smells, and tastes a little like the Sakura Mochi Tirol Choco, I tried a few months back. Upon first sip I find myself repelled from it, but as the flowery taste fades, you’re left with a peach-cherry fruity taste, which is pleasant. I also like how smooth the drink itself is, although I’m not sure I actually like the drink itself. 3 out of 5.

As usual, I enjoy trying to group together my items. So here we have the 2 kitkat sets and pocky. You may notice the mess in the center of the plate- which is the result of trying to make the Baked KitKat - Butter Cookie. I’d like to point out that it looked right when I turned off the toaster oven, but it took me so long to get to it... it burnt and fell apart when I tried to remove it.

For anyone curious, it did taste good despite that. It does contain 0.17% alchohol though, and is a total of 64 calories. They do taste like a butter cookie though, and the taste gets a bit stronger the more you eat. I’m not really sure how I prefer these, given the one I ate was fairly charred in comparison to the non-baked one.The texture is a little grainy, but I assume it’s for that baking feature. 3.5 out of 5.

Next is the KitKat Winter Edition Everyday Luxury. They come in a variety of chocolate, and white chocolate, and each are adorned with almonds and cranberry. Also note that the white has 38 calories, while the regular has 39. The white chocolate also contains 0.36% alchohol and is scented like rum.

The black kitkat is a little bitter in taste, but with the crunch of almond and cranberry, it tastes pretty decent. The white chocolate one meanwhile, I noticed you pretty much just taste the almond and cranberry, but I don’t hate it. I give the both/set 4 out of 5.

Lastly is the Pocky Mild Milk Cocoa, a brand new pocky recently released boasting the lack of artificial-anything. There are 136 calories in the little box, and as you can see, the sticks are chocolate as well. The taste is light and lacks artificial sweetness, but it isn’t actually bad. As much as I love sweets, sometimes it’s nice to have something toned down. 3.5 out of 5.

I hope you didn’t think we were done with the chocolate yet, cause this is part 2 ♥ I’ll start with something most of us Cuties know well. The Taiyaki Chocolate Monoka. A wafer snack that I have had a few times on this blog (the previous one was a panda shape, the time before that it was a square with a One Piece sticker). The outside wafer itself is thin and cripsy, while the airy chocolate inside is so light ♥ definitely 5 out of 5. Meanwhile, the 7stick pack included in the Dagashi is very similar, but the chocolate flavor is somewhat bitter, but I like it, 4 out of 5.

Following this, we also got a little box of Doraemon Chocolate Snack, celebrating the upcoming release of Doraemon’s latest movie at 112.4 calories. Right away this reminded me of cereal, and they suggest you can eat it as is, or after chilling it in the fridge. It still reminds me of cereal, although it tastes a little better than most chocolate cereal. I still have some left and noticed it also tastes like the caramel corn product I reviewed a few times on the blog. It isn’t bad, but the longer you keep them, the more stale they taste. Again like cereal :D 4 out of 5. They’re okay.

Next are two unique items (as well as the two items I wasn’t sure how I felt about after eating). First is the Melonpan Mini-Cookies, based on what else, Melon Bread. They definitely taste like melon, and while I like Melon, I didn’t like these cookies much... I’m not really sure why, but I could just barely finish the first one. After that I didn’t want anymore. 2.5 out of 5.

Next is the very unique Waraku No Sato Yokan, which is a treat made from red bean paste, sugar, and agar. They have been around for a long time now and can be eaten with green tea, or even found with nuts or fruit in them sometimes. It has 167 calories in it. It pretty much tastes like a jelly cube with a bean texture. It is very soft too, and I loved squishing it ♥ 3.5 out of 5.

Now, after the rich, savory treats I thought it’d be best to head to the sweeter, mostly-softer sweets ♥ I’ll start with the item I didn’t like too much, that being the Green Apple flavored lollipop candy, part of the Dagashi set. It’s a cute little spiraled ring pop you can play with and eat. I’m not sure you can tell, but in the picture I have it on my pinky finger. I really like lollipops, but this is pretty much artificial green apple coated sugar. 3 out of 5.

Following the green lollipop, we have the green GOTCHI Kiwi Gummy. A chewy gummy of 162 calories with a sour sugar coating. I really like these! I can’t say its entirely accurate to the flavor of a real kiwi, but it isn’t that far off? 4 out of 5.

Lastly is the ultra-cute Shake Shake Yogurty Fruit Gummies ♥ What makes these popular is that you can eat them as is, or put them in the pack and add the yogurt powder provided with it. Either way they’re delicious! They come in orange, strawberry (which the booklet says is apple), and pineapple, and I admit the texture is a little odd, they feel dried out, but squishy. But I really like their taste, especially with the yogurt powder (which tastes like most Japanese yogurt flavored things). 5 out of 5!

(If you want to see more of these then don’t worry, I got another pack of it in my Kawaii Box~)

We’re approaching the last few items now Cuties, First is the Sankaku Crackers, a cute little tray of triangle, flavored crackers that taste like a garden/vegetable blend flavor of cracker or chip, which I actually really like despite how much I dislike regular vegetables. They’re also soft and generally pleasant to snack on. 4.5 out of 5.

Also from the Dagashi pack is the Chibeans, these ultra-cute little green crispy snacks that look like bean pods ♥ They’re so cute, I almost didn’t want to eat them (for the first ten minutes or so, then I got over it). Their taste is unique, but... pretty much what you would expect from it? I’m not even sure how to describe it. 5 out of 5 though.

Last in this picture is the Baby Star Panmen Olive & Salt Flavor, a noodle snack made from bread dough. I suppose I kinda get that salt flavor, but I can’t say I notice the olive very much. Even my mom, who hates olives ended up enjoying it. To me, I was reminded a little of the chicken broth in cheap ramen cups. They’re actually soft too, which I like because it’s easier on my mouth. 4.5 out of 5.

Now, here we are at our final item of the blog! Yet another umaibo, whose flavor I actually don’t know. Mayonnaise and shrimp are shown on the wrapper though, and it pretty much tastes like that. As usual, Umaibo manages to surprise me and win me over. I like the taste of mayonnaise, but I’m not big on sea-food (unless you count sushi), but the flavoring on this is light enough that it didn’t bother me at all. 4.5 out of 5.

♥ Cutie Ranking ♥

Quality - 4 out of 5. Everything was fine, and I found myself pretty much liking everything in some manner, but I also gave most items a mid-low ranking. So...

Content - 3.5 out of 5. There is a theme (as mentioned above), but I’m not sure how well it was followed. I did enjoy the products, but usually when they put effort into the themes they normally do very well. I can’t say I really felt Spring in this.

Total Rank: 7.5 out of 10 Cuties! I didn’t like this one as much as I did the past box, but I did enjoy it a great deal. I’m kinda hoping we get a little more variety, or at least a closer theme match next time.

♥ Cutie’s Scale of Yummy ♥

(While writing this review I had a terrible migraine, because of this I decided not to include the usual CSoY. I apologize to anyone who might actually read them, but working with head pain is not fun.) Okay Cuties, that does it for this review! Until next time, stay cute!

#tokyo treat #tokyotreat #spring #kitkat #gummies #baby star #dagashi #pocky #chocolate monaka #calimero #hana kappa

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Homemade, 50-Year-Old Fuel Motor Roars Back To Life

The Big Banger Theory

Fueler.

Improbable survival stories are standard equipment around here. HOT ROD Deluxe is known for telling resurrection tales that defy all odds and logic. Some of those story ideas surely would’ve been rejected outright by skeptical editors as borderline unbelievable, had photographic evidence not undeniably documented a journey from distant past to survivor. Forget “borderline”; this is one backyard project that’s been unreal from the very start, when a retired machinist began building his racing engine, literally—a gigantic four-banger that once again cackles with nitromethane—a half-century later.

If that already sounds unbelievable, prepare to suspend disbelief long enough to hear the rest of the story. The happy ending depicted by these current photos followed decades of neglect, disassembly, and even theft that could’ve, would’ve, and certainly should’ve written a far sadder story. The magical intervention of a young Springfield, Oregon, engine builder was the last link in a long chain of unlikely coincidences—or was it something else?

“I feel like Grandpa led me to him,” says Carol Stange, a since-retired meter reader for the Springfield Utility Board in Oregon whose monthly route included a joint named Tim’s Muscle Cars. She’d never met or even seen anyone on the grounds until the day she spied an old Lyndwood dragster chassis out front. As a lifelong gearhead from Long Beach, California, whose grandfather had exposed the whole family to nearby Lions Drag Strip, Carol couldn’t resist knocking on the office door. When nobody answered, she walked inside and to the back of the building, following male voices.

“A buddy and I were painting his GTO in my spray booth,” Tim Riel recalls. “We both had respirators on. I thought, ‘Wow, this lady has a lot of nerve, walking up to a couple of strangers wearing masks!’” Tim and Carol agree that their introductory conversation began something like this:

“Hi, I saw your dragster out front. My grandfather had one of those.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah, in the mid-1960s. He built his own engine. Car Craft wrote about it.”

“Is your grandpa Byron Barnes?”

Imagine Carol’s shock, hearing a total stranger utter the name of her late grandfather. “I followed him up to the front office, where Tim had a big stack of magazines. He went right to the issue and pulled it out. I said, ‘Yeah, that’s the article.’ I couldn’t believe this was happening! Tim seemed intrigued that the chassis survived, was still in the family, and was here in Oregon.”

A magazine published seven years before Tim Riel was born just happened to be among several milk crates of “moldy, smelly, old paper” that he’d recently purchased from a swap-meet vendor. Tim and his machinist father, Rod Riel, had been going through the pile that very week. “We kept coming back to that Car Craft and that one article. We couldn’t get over how much work went into the engine. It still amazes me. This guy not only made his own engine parts; first, he had to design and build the tooling to make them. Everything had to be perfectly aligned for those pistons to go up and down. Even with today’s technology, not many people would—or even could—do what her grandpa did 50 years ago.”

So, as an engineering exercise, this project was pretty hard to beat; as a race car, not so much. In fact, it never got past the testing stage. When the late, great writer A.B. Shuman submitted his tech story around March 1967, Byron had run the rail twice. First time out, injected on nitro, netted “a quite respectable 120 mph in eleven seconds, shutting off at the halfway mark and coasting through the traps,” CC reported. Switching to dual Weber carbs and, presumably, gasoline for a second try, there was another half-pass of 129 mph but no e.t reported by Shuman. Gifford Barnes counts three trips to Lions Drag Strip with his dad, all plagued by bogging off the line: “He couldn’t get the fuel system right,” he explains. “After the car stumbled, it really charged, but Mickey [Okahara, the driver] couldn’t get away clean.” The wide variety of used parts visible in photos and recovered by Tim Riel point to additional experimentation, as does the only time slip left behind. On the back is scrawled, “50% nitro.” If, in fact, the indicated 8.74 and 164 were recorded by this car, it would’ve been one of the swiftest four-bangers of the era—but not competitive for the type of racing Byron initially envisioned.

Considering how many years one old guy, working alone, needed to bring this engine, particularly, plus a homebuilt chassis all the way from conception to completion—the crankshaft alone required 30 days, according to CC—it’s hardly surprising that classification rules would evolve. The article cites so-called “junior fuelers” for Byron’s inspiration. After Lions bowed out of the fuel ban in 1962, that unofficial term came to be loosely applied to single-engined, normally aspirated dragsters burning nitromethane and/or methanol, regardless of engine type or size. Those not quick enough to qualify for Top Fuel Eliminator might’ve run Top Gas or amongst themselves. Byron’s decision to make his sheetmetal cylinder block tall enough to displace either 353 or 392 ci hardly seems coincidental at a time when 354 and 392 Chryslers were fashionable. Some injected Chevys were poked ’n’ stroked to 358 and even 389 cubes.

By the time Byron was ready to go, Lions had banished fuel burners from Top Gas and created an official Junior Fuel category for unblown engines no larger than 310 cubes. Bigger motors moved into either C/Fuel Dragster (up to 350 ci) or B/FD (to 400 ci), both of which were dominated by small-inch, blown Hemis and Chevys. No wonder Byron lost interest in 1968 or ’69 and parked this car. Indeed, but for one old magazine article and however few firsthand witnesses remain, nearly nobody would know it ever existed.

Getting back to Tim’s Muscle Cars, the Springfield meter reader regularly returned to share leisurely lunch breaks and talk shop. “All I knew was that the bare chassis was hanging in her uncle’s barn,” Tim says. “Carol never got over there to take pictures. I told her that I’d be interested in buying whatever was left.”

“Oh, yeah, he bugged me for over a year,” Carol confirms, laughing. “He’d say, ‘Can I just go see it, please?’ I didn’t want to bug my uncle Giff just so someone could look up in his rafters. But my family always hoped to get Grandpa’s dragster running. My cousin Frank, Giff’s son, started on that about 20 years ago. He took the car apart, spread the parts out on the bench, but it never went back together. When I finally called to tell my uncle I’d met a young guy with his own engine shop who might want to buy the car, Giff said, ‘Nope, he can’t buy it. If you really think he’ll do something with it, tell him to come get it.'”

What Carol didn’t know at the time was that thieves had recently removed critical components from Giff’s unlocked boat barn and sold them for scrap. Luckily, her uncle and cousin noticed parts missing in time to track down the metals dealer before he got around to melting or reselling most, though the rare quick-change rearend was already gone. They went to court to recover what remained and prevailed, eventually.

“All I expected to get was a chassis, or part of one,” Tim says. “I planned to look for dragster parts at swap meets, maybe put in an early Hemi or small-block. Carol’s mom, uncle, aunt, cousin, brother, and sister were all there to say goodbye to Grandpa’s dragster. I walked into this big metal shed with a huge fishing boat on one side. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Byron’s short-block was sitting on a crate. Piles of parts were on the floor. Both M&H slicks were still mounted on Halibrands. The original parachute was hanging from the rafters. We found the complete clutch assembly and can, all the mag body panels, even a firesuit. After everything was laid out at home the next day, I was amazed by how complete the car was. I saw it as a giant erector set, minus the rearend and some small pieces that my dad and I could probably make. We were lucky to have the Car Craft for reference.

“I was worried that Byron’s two children wouldn’t be around long enough to see it get done,” he adds. “I’d made them a promise to try, but Giff’s health was not good. He and his sister, Carol’s mom, were in their eighties. This was important. I wanted that engine to run again, on nitro. I really got into it.”

He sure did, gradually assembling the erector set most nights and weekends for eight months, in between engine work for patient patrons of Tim’s Muscle Cars. When he proudly unveiled the sum of those parts, Byron’s descendants were there to witness the resurrection of a father and grandfather, along with an old dragster. “We were all in tears,” Tim admits.

“To me, it’s just amazing how things worked out,” says Carol Stange, the fearless meter reader whose knock on one door opened so many more. “It was fun, and I just felt like it was meant to be.”

The all-homemade engine was designed to displace either 353 or 392 ci, depending on crankshaft selection. To minimize weight, designer-builder Byron Barnes settled on four cylinders (versus eight), a sheetmetal crankcase (versus cast iron), and valves in the block (versus overhead). Note the 3-inch offset, to counteract torque.

Both the dragster and the former Romania Chevrolet store were operational in the 1960s. Despite its lengthy wheelbase of 152 inches and maze of suspension tubing, the car weighed just 710 pounds, wet.

Everything orange was powdercoated by McKenzie Chrome Plating (Springfield, Oregon). All four wheels and tires are original. After the original mag body was ruined by a careless sandblaster—and Tim Riel was quoted a price of $3,500 per magnesium sheet—buddy Les Schoonover (Springfield) replicated the cowl and side panels in aluminum.

Restorer-caretaker Tim Riel estimates that no fewer than 100 pieces of sheet steel were welded together to create the 116-pound bare block.

Byron Barnes obviously had his own ideas about weight transfer, probably influenced by his oval-track history. He formed the fuel tank by cutting and merging two military-surplus water kettles engraved with the words “U.S. Army.”

The aluminum cover contains the coolant sitting on top of four individual cylinder heads. Water enters through the open hole (which still lacks a pressure cap to replace the tiny original). Boiling water exits through the overflow tube. Mike Maher did the pinstriping and lettering. The rear-main seal is a small-block Chevy item.

The parachute, M&H 8.20-15 Racemasters, and magnesium Halibrand wheels are original. The Portland Swap Meet produced a virtual duplicate of the stolen rearend assembly, including Halibrand champ-car quick-change, that fit perfectly.

Rod Riel, Tim’s machinist dad, reproduced one of the Anglia-style spindles and some missing suspension pieces on his CNC machines. The shocks are Volkswagen. The aluminum fuel line is original.

The custom tri-drive system is a work of art. A spur gear on the crank runs the cam, which drives the Bendix Mini-Mag, Hilborn fuel pump, and a Ford six-cylinder oil pump at the bottom that fills a custom dry-sump pan. A piece of leather that seals the timing cover to the crankcase is the closet thing to a gasket in the entire engine. Byron even built his own injectors. The original velocity stacks and Hilborn barrel valve survived, but not the exhaust flange and headers, which Rod Riel replicated. Since our photo session, Tim has completed the complicated linkage and added a mini-starter to the front of the crank. Previously, he hand-operated the throttle with a long rod connecting the individual injectors and fired the engine on a stand, since none of the Riels can squeeze into the cockpit for push starting.

Since stumbling onto this photography location in Eugene, Oregon, we’ve learned that the former home of Lew Williams and, later, Joe Romania Chevrolet is infamous for 2000 and 2001 arson attacks by local “ecoterrorists” targeting gas guzzlers. In the first incident, three light trucks collectively valued at $28,000 were torched by activists who happened to be under surveillance by a terrorism task force that night. Nine months later, a different gang set fire to 35 new Suburbans and Tahoes worth $959,000. The Chevy store was sold shortly thereafter and ultimately closed in 2005 when the University of Oregon purchased the prime, four-and-a-half-acre property adjoining the campus for storage. The wooden panels were installed after rock-throwing vandals found the original glass irresistible.

Machinists’ Union

It took a father-son team of master machinists in Long Beach, California, to create this engine, and it took another to restore it to running condition, a half-century later and 900 miles north. The shared experience has tightly bonded the Barnes-Garwood and Riel families to this day.

Gifford Barnes, 86, machined the individual cylinder heads for his late dad’s engine. He inherited Byron’s last race car in 1981 and stored it for 34 years. The Barnes-Garwood family photo album produced a rare 1930s snapshot of father and son together.

Kay Barnes Garwood, 84, is Byron’s daughter. Nearly eight decades after posing with the family dog and midget at home in Long Beach, she lives with daughter Linda Garwood (left) in Port Orford, Oregon.

Tim and Jan Riel rescued and revived their rail with invaluable assistance from Rod Riel (left), a semiretired CNC machinist. Its new home is Tim’s Muscle Cars, a restoration and engine shop in Springfield, Oregon.

Social Media, Old School

For 400 years before digital devices connected us senders and receivers, magazines did that job. This one still does, albeit with a time delay measured in months or years, not nanoseconds. You know the drill: HOT ROD Deluxe publishes an article or column or photo caption that thrills/irritates you into sending love letters/hate mail. Correspondence deemed worthy of print shows up in stores and mailboxes two or three issues later to thrill/irritate fellow readers. See, just like Facebook posts, minus fake news.

Despite modern production technology, “slick” magazines still take forfriggin’ever to print, bind, and transport, as you’ve undoubtedly noticed. Our bimonthly infrequency automatically puts HRD another month behind the monthlies. If you’re reading this on the West Coast, add another week for trains and trucks to move the bundles all the way from the Midwest, where most of America’s ink gets spilled. Finally, your copy shows up in, say, Springfield, Oregon. Reading from front to back (as editors and the good Lord intended), you eventually get to a couple of 50-year-old, unpublished outtakes from a 1968 Car Craft story. The caption asks if any reader knows what happened to an obscure race car that vanished 15 years before you were born, a car that happens to be parked in your shop.

Reader Tim Riel responded almost as soon as his heart settled back into his chest. Editor Hardin couldn’t wait to print the letter and photos Tim sent of the restored rail. Meanwhile, though, another issue’s bimonthly production cycle came and went, delaying publication by one more edition. When the car reappeared in color in January 2016’s Scrapbook section, Mr. Ed. promised in print to send contributor Dave Wallace—who claimed a personal connection to its builder—to shoot a proper feature. In consideration of the Northwest’s notorious rainy season, we postponed that photo session until the late spring. Finally, the Byron Barnes rail returns to these pages, completing a print conversation started nearly two years ago—if not 50 years ago this December, when Petersen Publishing Company staffers Bob Swaim and A.B. Shuman visited the car both at home and at Lions Drag Strip.

Original Car Craft article, June 1968

From HRD’s “The Golden Age Of Drag Racing,” September 2015

From HRD’s letters section, January 2016

Shortly after Tim Riel’s letter and photos appeared in HRD, another stranger showed up at Tim’s Muscle Cars. He told Tim that, as a kid, he lived in Byron’s neighborhood and helped clean out the home shop after Mr. and Mrs. Barnes died weeks apart in 1981. He was given the blueprint as a souvenir. He thought it belonged with the race car. Sure enough, these cockpit measurements match. Byron evidently purchased a partial kit from little-known H&L Metals. Tim was so stunned by the gift that he never got a name. He’s hopeful that the generous mystery man will see this and identify himself to HRD—extending the series of old-school, ink-on-paper “posts” described above.

Lost And Found

On the snowy morning in January 2014 that Tim and Rod Riel dragged a trailer to the Oregon coast, a bare chassis was all they expected to find. Imagine their surprise!

For the first time, Tim Riel laid his hands—and eyes—on the remnants of a chassis he’d seen only in a Car Craft issue printed four years before he was born.

Carol Garwood Stange (right) is the retired Oregon meter reader who put Tim Riel (left) together with Grandpa’s slingshot. Her big sister, Linda Garwood, held up the nose while their uncle Giff supervised.

The rotating assembly stayed inside of Byron’s sheetmetal block since he last ran the car, circa 1968-69. Three types of steel were pressed together, then arc-welded with titanium-nickel rod, to form a hollow crankshaft with a 4.5-inch stroke.

Gifford Barnes machined the individual cylinder heads so precisely that they seal to the sheet-steel crankcase without gaskets. His dad used 40 capscrews made of aircraft-grade titanium, likely left over from one of Byron’s aerospace projects. All but a few of the original fasteners were located, cleaned up, and reinstalled by Tim Riel. Threaded tubes around the spark plugs prevent coolant from grounding out the plugs.

The camshaft is hollow. Byron fused individual lobes onto the tube, then had Iskenderian grind them to deliver 230 degrees of duration with 0.400-inch lift. “The cam wasn’t even in the engine, so I had no idea about where to degree it or set the lash,” Tim says. “The drive gear is slotted about 70 degrees where the bolt goes, for advance and retard. So I called and talked to Isky’s son, who remembered Ed playing cards with Byron. He said his dad would call after he got back from lunch. I thought, ‘Oh, sure, like Ed Iskenderian is gonna personally call some little engine builder in the middle of nowhere.’ That same afternoon, I answer the phone, and Mr. Isky says, ‘Old man Barnes still owes me 40 bucks from our weekly card game!’ He said he’d look around and let me know if he found anything. About two weeks later, I get a box with the original cam card with all of the specs, a new set of valvesprings, and a handwritten note: ‘Best wishes, Ed Iskenderian.'”

Jahns Pistons cast five of these aluminum, 5-inch-diameter monsters in the wooden mold. Byron finish-machined four to arrive at 10:1 compression. He also made five 4130 chrome-moly connecting rods, welding the ends to the tubular beams. This spare was never run.

The worn main bearings proved to be the most difficult replacement parts to find, plus the most expensive. Because all crank journals are identical, Tim had to spend $1,200 on five complete sets of obsolete aircraft bearings to get the five pieces. An old-timer at Federal-Mogul successfully cross-referenced the original part numbers by searching old paper catalogs. The valvetrain combines original, slipper-style lifters with Chrysler Hemi springs, retainers, and locks.

Everything here was formed from steel. First, though, Byron had to make wooden or cardboard templates for each piece, then construct a flame-cutting rig with a tracing stylus at one end and an oxy-acetylene cutting torch at the other. The intake and exhaust ports are two pieces of steel stampings, welded together. Also note the six water jackets per cylinder.

The original, giant 2-5/8-inch intake and exhaust valves are stainless heads on chrome-moly stems.

Half a century after this big banger first went together, it’s as good as new, plus much prettier. Of many missing parts reproduced by the Riels, the most difficult to design were the spur gears and shaft driving the magneto and fuel and oil pumps. In some old photos of the engine wearing Weber carbs, the two-hole bracket contained a different mag and a coil.

Who Was Byron Barnes?

This writer should know, having met him a few times in the mid-1970s. We even lived on the same Huntington Beach street for a while, yet I never really knew the man. Among my regrets is not spending more time in the large shop behind his house on Old Pirates Lane that held both the Hudson he’d customized and his fully assembled slingshot, covered in dusty plastic. I was introduced by my then-girlfriend as the editor of Drag News, but to him I was the longhair sleeping with his beloved granddaughter, Carol Garwood—now Carol Stange, the retired Oregon meter reader responsible for connecting his last race car to the young guy destined to rescue and restore it.

Byron’s family revealed that he was born in 1907 in Nebraska. In 1911, his parents moved to Long Beach. At age 16, Byron’s first homebuilt hot rod got him arrested and jailed. Since his dad was then running for city council, the folks shipped him offshore to herd goats on San Clemente Island until the election was over. He and a buddy later assembled an airplane that Byron flew before building and driving his first midget. When World War II halted auto racing, he worked for Douglas Aircraft Company as a mechanics’ instructor and design engineer developing tooling for the B-17 bomber. In the mid-1950s, Byron designed, built, and patented oil field equipment that enabled an early retirement. For the next 25 years, he indulged automotive passions ranging from the dragster and Hudson custom to off-road racing with local pals Bill Stroppe and Parnelli Jones.

Though Byron could likely afford any new car, I saw him driving Ford Pintos exclusively. Rather than bother changing fluids, he’d torture an engine until it rattled or smoked, swap motors in an afternoon, then perform an autopsy on the dead player. (The same boat shed that stored the dragster’s engine held another big surprise for Tim Riel: “There must’ve been 70 Pinto 2000- and 2300cc motors stacked up in there!”) Byron’s last daily driver was reportedly returning nearly 50 mpg when emphysema ended an incredible journey in April 1981, just shy of his 74th birthday.

Byron (right) was also a pilot. During the Depression, he earned money repairing and reselling crashed planes. Neither his son nor daughter recognized the other dapper dude.

The crowd at San Diego’s Balboa Stadium illustrates the huge popularity of midget racing before WWII and immediately after, until free competition from television kept people home on weekends. The fourth car back appears to be Byron’s.

This flathead is thought to be the first that Byron built from scratch, during the 1930s. It disappeared with a fast-talking salesman who promised to take it from track to track, nationwide, and write orders for production copies. Byron also constructed a DOHC prototype that might be the motor pictured in his wrecked racer. Historian Greg Sharp tells us that more than 100 different engine types powered midgets, all limited to 105 ci.

A page from Byron’s logbook documents eight events in five weeks at L.A.’s Gilmore and Atlantic Boulevard Stadium tracks during the summer of 1939.

Unlike most midgets of the era, Byron’s looked as good as they ran.

Gifford Barnes doesn’t know whether this could be his dad’s overhead cammer, but it’s the only DOHC engine shot in the family scrapbook.

Evidence that Byron’s hot rods attracted hot drivers includes this steamy shot of a guy recognized by historian Greg as Mel Hansen, “a big-name midget driver who qualified six times for the Indy 500, with a best finish of eighth.”

The forward-leaning positions of both drivers suggest this to be the moment of impact after Byron’s unknown shoe spun. We’re guessing that the background cars belonged to the two workers behind the wall.

The dragster’s finished block and crank are shown in the Long Beach shop where Byron handbuilt his last racing engine. The Barnes-Garwood family still owns the building on Signal Hill. Appropriately, it’s currently leased to a company making parts for Smart cars.

In the early 1970s, granddaughter Carol paid $100 for this Northern California barn find. It was original and complete except for a front seat. Once Carol got the engine running, her mom drove the 400-plus miles home to Long Beach sitting on a crate. Never content to follow a crowd, Grandpa Barnes hopped up the straight eight and built himself the only Hudson custom we’ve ever seen.

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Genre: Fighting, 3D Fighting Developer: Nintendo Publisher: Nintendo ESRB Rating: Teen Release Date: February 10, 2008

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Easy Way To Unlock People

First go to Special Brawl Put stamia. Then, put your stamia up to 300 and the peson your against put it to 1 or 10 and always pick fox so when you brawl you just need to shot them but this will take a while before you unlock somebody.

Easier Zero Suit Samus

Instead of waiting for the Super Smash ball to come into play, simply press the – button at the same time you press the + button for the same effect right after you choose samus.

Permanent Giant Jigglypuff

Hey out there, all you Jigglypuff lovers. I have a hint for you. Do you like Jigglypuff’s final smash? I can make it permanent. Ok, when you are at the bridge of Eldin, get the smash ball before fatso on the pig comes to blow up the part of the bridge. Then when he blows it up, wait for it to regenerate. This requires perfect timing, but when you have the smash ball, and the bridge is comng back,jump to the enpty space and activate it when the part is coming back to make jigglypuff grow, the she will get hurt and the effects will be permanent unless she is killed. But there are two little drawbacks. First off, she will hardly be able to move quickly, cutting her speed. And, don’t use pound or the forward smash attack, otherwise, she will go beyond the boundry and die. well, hope you liked it!

Easy Way To Unlock All Characters

On the main menu click Group then click Rules andselect stock of lives as one then go back andclick Special Brawl and make it so that Staminaand Flower modes are on. Then choose yourcharacter and make its health any number over one. Then make the computer’s health one. Then playthe battle. After it starts the computer loses ina second or less and if you keep playing thebattles like that over and over every so oftenyou’ll be challenged by a new opponent. Win andhe or she or it is unlocked to play as, if youlose just play another easy battle and you’ll bechallenged again. Play for about 500 totalbattles and all bonus characters should challengeyou by then.

How To Get Easy Bannana And Queodon Trophy

First go to training an select kirby the enemy can be random then choose the temple from melee stages pin the foe against the pillar it was near at the begining and use kirby multiple punch go to 10 or 400 (you can also get Queodon trophy).

How To Beat Muti-man Brawl

Choose DK as your charecter and when you get to the muti-man brawls press Down Band Dk should start slapping the ground and they will die easily.

Double Gunner

To attack with double guns, first go to the options and go to the Item Switch. Select only Ray Gun, Super Scope, Cracker Launcher, Crate, and put the Item rate to VERY HIGH. Then select Ice Climbers as your character. Choose a flat stage with no or small inclines, such as Pictochat. As soon as the battle starts, grab two guns. Press the A button rapidly. Nana and Popo will both have guns, and will start firing both of them.

Easier Way To Beat Any Multi-man Brawl Except Cruel Brawl

To defeat any multi-man brawl (except cruel brawl) choose lucario as your character and go to the right edge and hold up+A and he should start kicking. The thing is that when Lucario starts kicking he kicks foward and backward and above him so he will hit anybody who comes in contact. One more thing: be careful not to hit a bomb that comes out of nowhere. They sometimes appear right next to you.

Cool Battle Arena

Go to Vault on the Main Menu and then click on Stage Builder. When yo create the stage go down to the bottom to features and use the light blue block (It may be a different color depending on what background you choose but it is definitely not the brown with an arrow on it.) Place these blocks in square shape (make it as big as you want)but leave out a hole that is as big as two of the blocks that you have used (You can just make a full square and then delete the 2 middle ones.)That is how to build it but it is not any fun without doing Special Brawl and turning 300% on and increasing the damage ratio to 2.0 in the options. Doing that will make the Brawlers/Fighters bounce like crazy inside the box/square and the only way they can die is going through the hole that you made at the top!

Floating Hammer

When you get the golden hammer you will be able to float of the stage by repeatably pressing A. But if the hammer does not destroy anybody in your path then do not attempt it. Its best to try this at training mode first.

Character To Beat Tabbu With

An easy way to beat Tabbu is surprisingly withpokemon trainer. Any careful player will only getknocked off when Tabbu does his shockwave. Withpokemon trainer make the pokemon trainer call thepokemon into the ball. You have to time itextremely carefully though. When the 3 shockwavespass the pokemon that emerges will be unharmed.This can possibly work for some other of Tabbusattacks as well.

What Those Hammers Are For.

If you’ve ever been to the challenges page in the vault and you see something that looks like a hammer in some of the boxes, then you are looking the only thing in the game where you can get trophies or anything in the challenges area without having to do in order to get them. If you get a hammer, then you go to a box that looks impossible to open with your skills, then you scroll down until you highlight a hammer, press A and go to the impossible box and press A again. When the window comes up, make sure you picked the right one and hit OK. Congrats! You’ve just learned a secret that saves an enormous amount of time.

Giga Jigglypuff

Go to Bridge of Edin choose Jigglypuff and Yoshi. Then use Jigglypuff’s FinalSmash when the bridge is coming back together and she will be HUGE. Then use Yoshi’s B over and over she will get BIGGER and BIGGER til’ she’s to big for the stage and dies.

Snake,Fox,Falco,and Wolf Calling Tricks.

With the following characters in the tittle you can make them call other characters in the game. The player has to rapidly press Down Taunt on the correct stage for that character. But bevcarefull if they get hit during this sequence they can’t do it again. I’m going to list what stage and character is required. (Easiest with Nunchuck, Classic, and Nintendo game cube controller) Snake-Shadow Moses Island, the following characters he will call. Conel, Ottocon, Mei Ling, and you wont believe this! SLIPPY from Starfox. If snake dies during the sequence something intresting will happen. Fox, Falco-Lylat Cruise, and CorneriaWolf-Lylat Cruise only!

Invisible Item

In training mode be captain falcon bring in a final smash break it and use it on your opponent before it ends rapidly bring in sand bags until the Special Attack ends you shouldn’t see anyitems, (unless you had some out already) now start attacking with any ground close up attackyou will now see the streamers but not the sand bag (and I think it works with box’s and barrels too).

Block Links Final Smash

A simple way to block Links final smash is to get a bomb o bomb then keep it in your hand and then let him hit you this might not work but it worked for me 5 times!

Funny Picture Trick

First make a custom stage with the nature background. It needs a long platform. Then go to brawl and pick toon link and fox. On that stage make fox run across the platform and make toon link jump high above him. With Toon Link use his down and A. Pause the game as soon as toon link hits fox. If you timed it right then you should have gotten a photo of a sword going through foxes head and he looks surprised. And toon links face looks really angry.

Final Smash (Sonic)

This is so simple. All you have to do is get the smash ball, and Sonic turns right into the invincible Super Sonic!

How To Unlock Areas

The main way to unlock areas is to use a certain character or battle in a certain place a certain amount of times. for example to unlock the melee stage Big Blue you need to battle on port smith areo drive 15 to 25 times, or to unlock luigi’s mansion you have to use luigi 3 times, or to unlock 75k. (kilometers) you use donkey kong 25 to 35 times. Most of the time you will have to use character/or area for quite a while. some areas you unlock just by by unlocking a character such as unlocking pirate ship, to do this you unlock toon link. you can check how to unlock areas on the challenges page in the vault (the ones you haven’t unlocked are red).

How To Get Alot Of Trophies And Stickers

The easiest way to get a lot of trophies and stickers is to first get a lot of coins as in over 1000 of them. Then go to vault. Got to trophies and stickers. And in there is the coin launcher. When a set of little targets comes out you need to shoot all of set to get points, this is also how you get stickers. The points are used to give you the “BLAS AWAY”. When this comes three trophies will come out. Trophies will come out on there own. To collect them you need to shoot them a couple times. When you are done you just press the + button. On that screen you press quit. Don’t forget each shot uses a coin.

How To Get Extremely Rare Trophies.

While in the subspace emissary you will sometimes find a trophy stand, if you pick this up you can throw it at one of the regular monsters, this will instantly kill them and they will turn into trophies, you can then take the trophy. This is the only way to get certain rare trophies.

How To Beat Meta Ridley

The easiest way I found to beat Meta Ridley is to go right on the back end of captain falcons ship and hit him when he comes near, be careful this strategy can backfire since you are constantly pushed back by the wind. When mtea ridley flies up into the air suddenly the you must get as high off the ship as possible, trust me you don’t want to be on there when he comes down. When meta ridley pules the ship down you hit him quick, if you don’t you take a lot of damage. Characters skilled at ranged attacks will probably do well. I suggest having a friend to help you out.

Beating 100 Brawl Easier.

An easier way to defeat 100 Brawl is by using the following characters and moves: 1. Lucario: Up+A – Lucario starts to kick on top, in front, and behind him damaging his opponents. 2. Kirby: Jump+Down B – Jump in the air and turn Kirby into a rock. This will blast away your enemies. 3. Donkey Kong: Down+B – Donkey Kong starts to pound the ground hurting his enemies near him. 4. Mario: Up+B – Mario uses his recovery move the Super Jump Punch blasting any enemy he hits. 5. Pikachu: Down smash attack – Pikachu spins around while using an electric attack. He blasts away any enemy that comes in contact.

Final Smashes For The Best Characters

Mario: Maria Finalle, try to get to the center platform on the stage and face your enemies, and use your Beastly Fireworks. Zelda: Light Arrow, just grab the target, throw them forward, and when they get up, SHOOT THE ARROW RIGHT AWAY so the target can’t avoid it! Lucario: Aura Blast, Throw a smart bomb at the targets so they can’t dodge your blast and, like Zelda, USE THE BLAST RIGHT AWAY FOR MAX DAMAGE!

Awesome Place To Fight

To build this awesome place to fight, first youmake a really, really big U shape with those bluesquares in the bottom category features. Then youput a bunch of those falling red blocks along thewhere the top of the square is. If you make thisright, you make all players inside the square andwhen the red things appear back up all the playersare trapped inside the big square. If you everwant the match to end you might as well make it atimed match when you brawl on it. If youdon’t want everyone to continuously die make afloor of any kind a couple spaces under the trap.

Defeat Subspace Emissionary in Subspace

When you get into subspace look at you’re map and there is flashing little dots on you’re map when you kill enough of the shadow players and then there is bigger flashing dots when you see a unexplored door and once you kill all of the shadow players then you vs tabuu. He’s not that hard if you’re good with sonic if you have unlocked him already or sumer or people with fast jump up attacks.

Easy All Fighters

Instead of playing 500 brawls to get all the fighters. Just go to solo and choose sub-space and beat it. Every time you get a fighter to join your team that you haven’t unlocked and you save and quit you will get that fighter without even fighting them but it takes a while so be calm.

Dodge Tabuu’s Shock Wave

All you have to do is the side dodge. If you are careful, you can beat it.

Easy Meteor Smash

Use captain falcons side-b special in mid-air on some one.

Easy Home Run Contest

Go to the Home Run Contest. Choose the character Ike. when you start the contest move as close to the sandbag as possible without going through it or hit to the opposite side of the field. Then hold down A, until Ike automatically swings his sword and a ”explosion” occurs and the sandbag will go flying.

Change Color Of Character

If you want to change the color of your characterjust press be on your Wii remote or press thecharacter.

Ike’s Sword In Mid Air

First play multilayer brawl. One person pick Ike the other picks anyone. set items to have only smart bombs. Use Ike’s up special (Either) when ike’s sword is in mid air when his about to jump up and grab it have the second player throw a smart bomb at Ike. If done correctly Ike’s sword will stay in mid air for a few seconds while the smart bomb goes off.

Allies In Basic Brawl Wi-fi

In the beginning of the brawl, taunt a few times. If they taunt, go over to them and taunt with them.If they taunt, they will not hurt you and they will team up with you.

Throw Electrode

Once in a while if you open a pokeball and electrode comes out sometimes he sparks and give out. If and when he does, pick him up and throw him at your opponent.

Cruel Brawl And 15 Minute Brawl In Multiman Brawl

An easy way to kill 10 enemies in Cruel Brawl is to use Pit and fly under the Platform. Do NOT touch the floor on top. Always cling to the edge and then let go. And fly to the other side. And as you do this for about 5 to 7 minutes, slowly, a man will fall off and A KO will be recorded.With The 15minute Brawl u have to fly under the platform for 15 minutes. Its really boring but thats the only way to do it.

Easy 5000 Coins

Build a stage with spikes at the bottom, then play with a friend and just sit on the spikes and collect coins. Set the time for about 20 minutes.

Homerun Contest

The way you get a far distance in the contest is to beat up the sandbag with any character. Once it starts to count down grab the bat. Move the analog stick on the nunchuck and press A. Make sure you’re not to far away from the sandbag and not to close to it.

Easy Way To Get The Ouendan Trophy

Go to training and select Kirby (your opponent doesn’t matter) select the temple under Melee stages pause the game and put opponent (should be on stop) on control then turn help on. then after you’ve done this pin your opponent against the pillar they started beside then hold A until the “consecutive hits” meter hits 400 then KO your opponent and quit training mode

Easy Characters

To get almost all of the characters very easy justplay the subspace emissary and whenever you see anew playable character that character will beunlocked.

Alloy Similarities

The Alloys have move similarities. Red is Captain Falcon. Blue is Zelda. Yellow is Mario. And green is Kirby.

Final Smash Trophies

To get the Final Smash trophies, simply complete All-Star mode on any difficulty with the character you want the trophy for. And believe me, they’re cool!

Subspace Emissary

It makes little to no difference who you beat the final battle of Subspace Emissary with. But that’s not why I wrote this. If you beat Subspace Emissary, you will unlock almost every character. Only for a few characters do you have to unlock by completing special requirements.

Another Co-op Home-run Contest

Other than the one mentioned above, there is another way that I do Co-op Home-run Contest. Me and my friend got 2 Foxes and used the blaster on Sandbag for around seven or eight seconds. Trust me, it WORKS.

Beat Tabuu Easily!

On the last level of subspace, you will have to fight the almighty Tabuu. An easy way to beat him is to pick the characters Sonic and Samus. Also pick a few others like people with strong jump attacks.

Co-op Home-run Contest

Get two people and chose sonic and yoshi. Rightwhen it starts sonic runs over there and does upA(on the game cube controller)(the up spin attack)while yoshi runs and gets the bat. Then beforesonic finishes his move. Yoshi needs to use thebicycle kick down on it(which is down A on thegame cube controller). Do this over and over andit will do massive damage. Me and my friend got135% before we even hit it with the bat. Hope thishelps and give me any feed back if you need helpwith it.

Pokemon Trainer Switch

Whenever you use the pokemon trainers pokemon, you will start off with Squirtle, Ivysaur, or Charzard. To alternate these pokemon, simply press down-B.

Cheats

Currently we have no cheats or codes for Super Smash Bros. Brawl yet. If you have any unlockables please feel free to submit. We will include them in the next post update and help the fellow gamers. Remeber to mention game name while submiting new codes.

Unlockables

Unlock Wolf Easy

To unlock wolf play 450 brawl matches or go tosolo then go to stadium then go to boss battlesand complete it with Fox and Falco.

Unlock Snake

To unlock Snake, you can play 15 brawls on Shadow Moses Island and beat him, or you can get him in the Subspace Emissary or play 130 brawls.

Unlock All Characters

This is very easy. If you beat Subspace Emissary you will unlock all the characters. Wait not all of them. After you complete SE go back to the Swamp and Ruins to unlock two more characters. Good luck!!!

Stage:75m

To get the stage 75m play as Donkey Kong in brawls 25 times.

Character: Wolf

In the Level “The Ruins” go through the level until your going down a lift and there is crystals on the walls. when you see the first door DO NOT GO IN THE DOOR. continue down the lift and (even if it disappears) go to the very bottom. there will be a door and wolf will be waiting inside.

Virtual Console Super Mario World

Play on Yoshi’s Inlands stage 3 times.

Wolf

In the stage Iseki (Ruins) Skip the first door you pass when being lowered into the pit. Instead enter the second door at the bottom or 450 vs matches.

Unlock Luigi

On Easy difficulty setting complete Classic mode.

Ash

Beat story with Pikachu and get over 60,000 points.

Unlock Toon Link

All you have to do is do classic on hard with 3 lives or you can do normal mode with 2 lives.

Getting Ganondorf

Play 200 versus matches.

Unlock Jigglypuff

After beating Tabuu and clearing the SubspaceEmissary, go back to “The Swamp”. After beatingthe giant Diddy Kong, head right until youdiscover a door right after jumping into thebarrel launcher to battle Jigglypuff. If you beather then she becomes playable.

Unlock Wolf

After beating Tabuu and clearing the SubspaceEmissary, go back to “The Ruins”. During the partwhen you are on a elevator and crystals pop out ofthe walls, near the bottom you will discover afloating door. Enter it to battle Wolf. If youbeat him, then he becomes playable.

Unlock Toon Link

After beating Tabuu and clearing the SubspaceEmissary, go back to “The Forest” and enter thevery first hovering door to battle Toon Link. Ifyou beat him, then he becomes playable.

Unlock More Custom Stage Parts

Alright, hers how you unlock custom stage parts:To unlock the first set of stage parts, play onfive custom made courses. Part two, make 5 morecustom stages and play on them. Final part,createa total of 15 custom stages. Parts include aferris wheel thingy, spikes, ladders, and eventrampolines!

All Characters

To get all characters just beat the story mode. You will get most characters but about 4 will not be in the original story. When you beat the game go back to the marsh to get Toone link. The other you will have to find yourself.

Everyone From SSE

Beat Tabuu on any level, go back to The Swamp, The Forest, and The Ruins.

Three Ways To Get Snake Trophy

Beat classic mode with snake. Hit snake trophy in coin launcher. Get brawl coin and throw it at snake in SSE.

Crazy Hand Trophy

Beat classic on intense!

Master Hand Trophy

Beat classic with 20 characters.

Get The Red Alloy Trophy

To get this trophy defeat 5 alloys in cruel brawl.

Get The Blue Alloy Trophy

To get this trophy complete 100-man brawl with all characters.

Get The Yellow Alloy Throphy

To get this trophy defeat 100 alloys in endless brawl.

Get The Green Alloy Trophy

To get this trophy endure a 15-minute brawl.

Get The Phyllis Stickers

To get these stickers complete All-Star mode on normal.

Get The Running Chibi-Robo Stickers

To get these stickers complete classic mode on easy.

Get The Boo Stickers

To get these stickers hit 900ft. in home-run contests.

Get The Liquid Snake Stickers

To get these stickers defeat 10 alloys in Cruel Brawl.

Get The Ryuta Ippongi Stickers

To get these stickers Clear 100-man brawl in under 3 minutes, 30 seconds.

Get The Big Blue Melee Stage

To get this stage play as Captain Falcon 10 times in brawls.

Get The Clu Clu Land Song

To get this song hit 1,200ft. in home-run contests.

Get The Cardboard Box Trophy

To get this trophy complete target smash level 4 in 32 seconds.

Get The Palutena’s Bow Trophy

To get this trophy complete target smash level 1 in 15 seconds.

Jigglypuff In Space Emissary Mode

To unlock Jigglypuff in Space Emissary Mode, play through the level ” The Swamp.” After the fight with the giant false Diddy Kong, continue moving forward until you see a door floating above a platform after you’ve been launched from a cannon. Swim back to it (jump so you don’t drown) and enter the door. A cutscene will show Jigglypuff then you get to fight it. Beat Jigglypuff to have it in Space Emissary Mode.

Mewtwo

To get the Mewtwo trophy beat all-star mode on intense.

Event #41

To get #41 just complete the other 40 events on any difficulty.

Luigi’s Mansion

To get the stage Luigi’s Mansion battle as Luigi 3 times in brawl mode.

Unlocking Wolf

Beat Boss mode with either Fox or Falco.

R.O.B. (Robot)

Get 250 trophies to play as R.O.B.

Assist Trophy: Isaac

Play a total of 200 matches in Brawl or related modes.

Assist Trophy: Custom Robo

Play a total of 100 matches in Brawl or related modes.

Assist Trophy: Gray Fox

Unlock Snake.

Assist Trophy: Shadow The Hedge Hog

Unlock sonic.

Assist Trophy: Barbara

Acquire 25 hidden songs.

Assist Trophy: Infantry And Tanks (Advanced Wars)

Play a total of 300 matches in Brawl or related modes.

Pokemon Stadium (Melee)

Play on Pokemon Stadium 2 10 times.

Green Greens (Melee)

Play as Kirby in 20 Brawls.

Jungle Japes (Melee)

Play 10 brawls on Melee stages.

Character: Toon Link

On the 8th mission in the subspace emersarry “the forest”, Go through the first door you see. There will be a opening for Toon Link on his Stage. Fight and beat toon link to unlock him.

Classic Stage Big Blue

Play as captain falcon 10 times

Flat Zone 2

Unlock Mr. Game and Watch.

3D Hot Rally Title

Complete target level 5.

Virtual Console Legend Of Zelda

Play as toon link 10 times.

Virtual Console F-zero

Complete subspace.

Virtual Console Donkey Kong

Play the game for ten hours.

Spear Pillar

Complete Event 25: The Aura Is With Me

Sky Pillar

Complete Event 25: The Aura Is With Me

Edit Parts A

Play ten times or more on stages you built in Stage Builder.

Edit Parts B

Build five or more stages in Stage Builder.

Edit Parts C

Build 15 or more stages in Stage Builder.

Green Hill Zone

Appears after you unlock Sonic.

Mario Bros. Stage

Complete Event 19: Wario Bros.

R.O.B. (Robot)

Play 160 vs. matches.

Marth

Beat classic mode with Ike or 10 vs matches.

Luigi

Play 22 vs matches.

Lucario

Defeat in SSE (Subspace emissary) with Metaknight or complete 5 target tests with any character or 100 vs. matches.

Jigglypuff

Complete classic mode with any character other than Ike or complete event 20 or 350 vs matches.

Ganondorf

Clear classic on hard with link or Zelda or play 200 vs. matches.

Falco

Beat 100-man Brawl or play 50 vs. matches.

Snake

Play 10 matches on Shadow moses island or 130 vs matches.

Boss Battle Mode

Defeat Subspace emissary with any character.

All Star Mode

Unlock all the hidden characters.

Unlock Captain Falcon

In under 20 minutes beat Classic mode and then defeat Captain Falcon in the following match.

Unlock Snake

play 10 matches on Shadow Moses Island.

Toon Link

Finish classic mode with link or 400 vs. matches.

Sonic

Complete the Subspace Emissary or 300 vs. matches.

Mr. Game & Watch

Beat classic mode with every character or 250 vs matches.

Ness

Play five matches in Brawl and reflect 10 projectiles. Get Ness to join your party in The Subspace Emissary.

Get The Kapp’n Trophy

Get a total of 300 feet or more swim distance as all the characters and go to the Challenges screen. Go to the open window and take out the trophy. It should be the Kapp’n trophy. If not, look for another open window with a trophy in it.

Unlock The Stafy Trophy

To get the Stafy Trophy, you just beat the Target Smash with 10 different characters on level 1 and go to the Challenges screen. Go to the open window and take out the trophy. The trophy is the Stafy Trophy.

Unlock Song Frozen Hillside

To unlock the song Frozen Hillside, battle on the Halberd stage 10 times and go to the Challenges screen. Take out the CD from the open window and you have Frozen Hillside.

Zero Suit Samus

To unlock zero suit samus, you must get the smash ball with regular samus and do her zero laser final smash.

Pokemon Trainer

Beat classic on easy to get Pokemon trainer.

Easter eggs

Currently we have no easter eggs for Super Smash Bros. Brawl yet. If you have any unlockables please feel free to submit. We will include them in the next post update and help the fellow gamers. Remeber to mention game name while submiting new codes.

Glitches

Giant Zelda/Sheik Glitch

I Have Found a Staying Giant Glitch for not only Jigglypuff But for Zelda/Sheik (funny because there both Girls) The Glitch Is when you are a different character than Zelda but 2play needed for Zelda/Sheik. You need a item called the Lightning Bolt Which Shrinks other players. Use it on Zelda But the one that haywires and makes Her Big (twice as effective than Super Mushroom) Then Play Zelda and Transform into Sheik then Back to Zelda and There is the Glitch. Honestly When I first did this, i thought it was HACKED!

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