#BR Class 117

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[greateasternj69]

Trainz Spotting: Jamston Station, Devon, 1969

[fastidionysus]

405 - i.e.d.

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It was a miracle. No one knew why, what had happened, how I got my memories back. Scott and I kept what happened at the boathouse a secret. I was a medical mystery and as much as people wanted to know what happened, the people around me were just happy to have me back. Old me.

Even though I was dead for a few weeks, the action only stopped for a little bit. Around the same time that I came back to life, a list was created. A hit list for supernatural creatures. A list that I was on.

The Walcotts, Demarco, Carrie: all hits that had been completed. We explained to Dad what the list was and how we found it. Lydia wrote it during one of her banshee episodes. My name was the code breaker, but she only broke one third of the list- there were more names.

“We’re thinking that the code was written before the list” I tried to explain.

“It wouldn’t make sense for my name to be the key word and for me to be a hit”

We didn’t know how much money would be totaled from the list, but the boys had a guess. 117 million dollars. All the money stolen from the Hale Vault the night that young Derek turned into not young Derek.

“So whoever made the list knew that I was alive” I added as Stiles started writing down “K” and “M” next to all of the numbers next of the names. Dad’s eyes widened dramatically.

“There’s a hit on you for 22 million dollars?” My dad stood up in alarm.

“I repeat: whoever made this list knew that I wasn’t dead” I explained.

“But no one knew that until recently” Scott pointed out.

“Or so we think” Stiles added.

-

Demarco: the person who delivered the keg, he potentially died because of a freshman at Beacon Hill High School. There was more than one killer. These were trained assassins.

“I’m just a little bit stressed” My leg vibrated as I sat at my desk.

“Don’t worry about it” I spoke to Scott. The boy placed his hand on my leg and leaned in to whisper.

“Please try to stop worrying. I’ll protect you” He tried.

“Scott. You’re on that list too” I whispered back. The coach then entered the room and I pushed Scott back into his seat, trying to relax. The coach continued talking and walking around the room until he stopped at Stiles, who was looking at picture of one of the murders. It was then that he realized what the murder weapon was: a lacrosse stick. It was someone on the team.

After class, we went into coach’s office, trying to find the murder weapon, but it was going to be impossible to find. Kira thought that we should try and get the game canceled and I agreed, but Scott thought that this would be the perfect way to catch the killer red handed.

“I’m not afraid” I looked at Scott in disbelief.

“Well I am” I replied.

“How about you Stiles?” I turned towards the boy. He had the same feelings as I did.

-

When we went to check on our beta, he was out int he courtyard, getting worked up, standing in front of his old team.

“You distract the boys, we’ll get Liam” Stiles spoke.

“What?” I asked but he was already walking away from me. I gave Scott a face, who hesitated then started rushing towards his beta as well. I groaned and almost sunk down to the floor before running and shooing the boys away.

“Hello prep students” I twirled around to face them, scanning the crowd. I didn’t even realize who was standing right in front of me until it was too late. I sucked in a breath before speaking again.

“Lacrosse boys” I paused. One of the boy’s eyes widened at the sight of me.

“Lil?” I certain blonde boy asked. My eyes darted to the figure quickly. Brett.

“Brett” I opened my mouth in surprise.

“I didn’t know you went to Devenford” I furrowed my eyebrows slightly.

“Yeah” I turned back around to see the boys waiting for me as Brett trailed off.

“I have a scholarship” He explained simply.

“I thought you were” He paused for a moment, hesitating to step forward to touch me.

“Dead?” I finished for him, he nodded in reply.

“False alarm I guess” I could head Stiles groan behind me.

“Well, anyways” I forced myself to stop looking at Brett.

“Welcome to our little public school” I clapped my hands together.

“Hope you like it” Stiles cleared his throat.

“Let’s have a good game” I started walking backwards and then turned around to race after the boys, who were heading towards the locker room.

Before I knew it, Liam was soaking and talking about how he had I.E.D. and was medicated, but didn’t take it. Very nice. Scott wanted him to bail out of the game, but Liam didn’t want to. We had to vaguely tell him what the concern was and he seemed like he realized something.

He didn’t know who ordered the keg, but he did know who paid for it: Garrett.

-

“I’ll be back” I told the boys as I started walking towards the opposing team, felling the way my friends were confused.

“Wait” Scott caught my wrist gently. He had been more protective lately. Territorial.

“Be careful” Scott’s hand traveled down to interlace with mine while his other cupped my cheek.

“It’s a high school lacrosse team” I made a face. I looked up to see Scott’s eyes pass over mine. He was staring at Brett.

“He’s a family friend” I explained.

“We grew up together” I added.

“Then how come I’ve never heard about him?” Scott stayed staring at the boy. I pecked the boy on the cheek which caught his attention, then the boy initiated a kiss, to which I accepted happily.

“Can you trust me?” I made a face.

“I do” He promised.

“I just-” He paused.

“Just got me back” I finished for him.

“I’ll be fine” I started walking backwards.

“Eavesdrop if you want to” I held my hands up in defeat.

“I’m not going to eavesdrop!” Scott yelled out as I turned around and finally made it to the opposing team.

Brett immediately noticed my presence and turned around.

“Can we talk?” I questioned. He looked down at my worried face and nodded, quickly pulling on the rest of his gear. I took his hand and forced him to follow me, all the way to the back of the bleachers. 

As soon as we were out of sight, the boy pulled me into a deep hug, trying to control his emotions.

“I’m glad you’re okay” He whispered. I pulled back and smiled slightly.

“What is it?” Brett looked at my worried face.

“I don’t know how to tell you this” My eyes fluttered down to the boy’s chest for a moment.

“I don’t even know if I should”

“What is it?” My eyes shot back up to the boy. I paused for a moment.

“There’s a hit list. A deadpool. Supernatural creatures in Beacon Hills have a price on them” I started.

“We’ve only found a third of the list, so I’m not sure you’re even on it, but” I paused.

“The chances that a born werewolf isn’t is low” I explained.

“Why are you telling me this now?” He questioned.

“One of the killers, he’s on our team. We don’t know who he is, but I guess I just wanted to tell you-” I fidgeted with my hands.

“Just be careful I guess” I paused.

“Please” He looked more worried for me than for him.

“Okay, yeah. I will” He nodded.

“Are you on the list?” He asked. I nodded in reply.

“Who made it?” He questioned.

“We don’t know” I shrugged.

“Okay” He spoke after a moment.

“Okay” He said with finality this time. The Devenford coach then started barking orders to his team, causing Brett’s head to turn towards the noise.

“You should probably” I gestured towards the noise.

“Yeah” He agreed.

“Can you just” He hesitated again.

“Keep an eye on my sister?” He requested.

“Of course” He smiled at my reply, then headed off towards the field. I took a breath and collected myself before walking back to the sidelines, finding all the players already out on the field. For the most part, it was a normal game, just with a lot of cheap shots towards poor Liam.

Brett was a completely different person when he was out on the field. Scott and Stiles were just trying to keep Liam in check. Kira, however, was killing it, scoring a goal, but was benched for not following the play.

“You did great Kira” I sat behind the girl and placed my hands on her shoulders as my eyes fluttered across the bleachers at Lori, seeing her smile and have fun with her friends- cheering on her brother.

“Thanks Lily”

I kept watching the game from behind the girl until Brett collided with Garrett and Liam. I kept my focus on Liam, noticing how he was still intact and Scott looked back at me and spoke.

“He missed” I smiled at this news and let out a sigh of relief before noticing another person that collided that was no longer there: Brett. I immediately ran towards the locker room, hoping that my intuition was proven right.

I immediately noticed the medic on the floor and ran into the locker room, noticing Brett on the floor.

“Brett” I breathed out and walked towards the boy as he jolted awake, not looking at me, but someone behind me. Next thing I know, there’s a burning sensation along my neck and I hold on to the wire to keep it from decapitating me.

“He said we shouldn’t try” The girl chuckled.

“But now I’ve got you. I’ve got the Hale Hybrid. Back from the dead” She giggled cockily. I took a deep breath and let go of the wire with one hand, pushing an orb of energy through me with the other, forcing the girl to be pushed backwards.

She looked shocked at this and I then took her by the neck as her feet tried to place themselves on the ground and I threw her against the wall, rendering her unconscious. I tried hard to catch my breath as I looked towards Brett and lowered myself to the ground next to him.

“What did they do to you?” I questioned, placing my hand on his cheek.

“Wolfsbane” He whispered out. Behind me, Scott and Stiles arrived.

“We gotta get you to Deaton” Scott went to the other side of him to help me lift him.

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2019 CQ WW DX CW Log Check Report

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Quote Of The Week #117

Quote Of The Week #117

[corey-067]

Whump Prompt 26 - Shot.

I fear that I'll fail to bring across the depth of what's in my mind, yet again. But here we go! This only took me about 3+ weeks to write.

TWs: Blood, injury detail, PTSD flashbacks, sci-fi violence (Halo-typical) The worst of it is under the cut. I'd like to thank CIA391 from Halopedia for the info and chat we had about the Blamite and how it works, plus the Superfund peeps for keeping me motivated to write when it's been grinding to a halt.

"Arcus Actual, Arcus Two: we've got the spaceport on lockdown. Got a fair few Covie vehicles here, some gear they were trying to get out before we took 'em down."

"Arcus Actual. Nice work, Spartans. We'll be in touch shortly."

The Spartan ducked to the side, his armor blaring warnings at him as a beam rifle strike intended for Commander Lasky struck Corey's chest, his shields taking the brunt of the impact - though he staggered from the force of the shot. Captain Del Rio had sent Lasky and a small contingent of Marines to scout out a former Covenant supply depot - one which supposedly contained a number of Forerunner relics. "Keep your damned head down!" The Spartan-II snapped, suddenly realizing who he was talking to. "Sir." He muttered. 'Spartan time' was in full effect, and he searched for the familiar red glow of the Jackal's helmet, his eyes recovering quickly from the afterburn from the beam.

"Two o'clock high! Suppressing fire!" Corey bellowed into the comms, forcing Lasky into what passed for cover as though he weighed nothing. They could observe proper etiquette when his charge - his friend - wasn't in danger. Shots rang out, followed by the whoosh of an M41 rocket launcher. The satisfaction of the detonation was only surpassed by the squawk of the Jackal in question, and a grim smirk crossed his hidden features. Gesturing for the marines to circle the complex, Corey tossed a pair of grenades into what his motion tracker told him was the last holdout of enemies in play. They detonated, and bodies went flying.

The trouble with motion trackers was simple. They were perfect for detecting incoming threats, and he'd even worked with several of the toys that ONI had developed to identify the electronic frequencies which the Elites' active camouflage gave off. If a second sniper was set back outside of the forty-meter range of his motion tracker, but also immobile, they were incredibly difficult to spot, even for someone with a Spartan's enhanced vision. His hand was still on Lasky's shoulder, keeping the Commander down behind the nanolaminate wall when the shots rang out.

Corey's reflexes were perhaps the fastest of any Spartan-II outside of Kelly, and only Kelly had been able to defeat him consistently in terms of raw speed - with his HERMES-class Mjolnir armor he was practically untouchable. The sound of shattering glass pierced the whine of his shield monitor, as the first of three blamite shards from a needle rifle struck the top of the wall. He was moving, faster than Lasky had seen a human - Spartan or not - move. It wasn't enough. It saved his life, without question - he still had vivid memories of what one of those needles could do to an unshielded Spartan, as Kat had died before he'd even managed to catch her. Corey only managed to move enough to turn a lethal blow into a gut shot, the third needle glancing off of the top of his domed visor.

He dropped behind cover, and Lasky stared at him, calling for a medic on comms, but receiving only static in reply. There was a level of panic radiating from the commander that Corey had never seen, in all the years he'd known the man. "Lasky!" Half a tonne of Spartan slammed into the nanolaminate surface, and Corey could see that Infinity's commander was somewhere else entirely.

He was shocked that the blamite crystal hadn't detonated, the pink-purple shard was pulsing, threatening to do just that, and it'd lodged itself directly beneath his armor plate. It needed to removing carefully, and he didn't have an angle to do so. Lasky was miles, or perhaps years away, and Corey knew that he had to reach him.

"Lasky!" He barked again, with all the authority he could muster. In his mind, it was the voice of Chief Mendez, the authoritative bark he heard whenever he needed to push himself just that little bit harder. The part of a soldier's brain which resonates with that tone, drilled in from morning to night for years woke up, and he blinked rapidly, memories of the bodies of his classmates drifting into the background of his vision, threatening to resurface at any time.

Everything was a blur. Smoke and shadow, darkness lit by streaks of green and pink, the muzzle flashes of ODST's fighting a valiant, losing fight. Mehaffey had been protecting him, as well. "Get to the dorm! Go!" Her gestures were frantic, but she remained in control. "Go! Go! GO!" And then that sound, needler fire struck her chest, her shoulders and took her off of her feet. His mind was on a loop, deafened by the cacophony of this brand new war that had burst into their young lives in a blaze of plasma fire. A hand grabbed him, hard, dragging him into the light...

"Tom, I need you here. Now." Corey was holding the wound closed around the shard, he needed it gone, but it was all Tom could do to look his reflection in the face. He slipped back into it.

It was a nightmare; it had to be. Aliens? Here? Hastati was cut in half, only saved by the timely intervention of Master Chief 117. He never found out his name, if he even had one, just the number stenciled onto his armor. He trusted the Chief with his life, though he couldn't place why, and that trust was well placed, as he took fire, saving them again. Sully was hit but walking. General Black's lifeless eyes haunted him as he dragged his body from his Warthog, and fear kept his head down as he tried desperately to get the vehicle started. And then they were clear. It was incredibly surreal, escaping into the forest, weapons blaring around him as those creatures with shields fell, Chyler putting her years of rifle training to efficient use. They were retreating as the Spartan, and the cadre of cadets sped towards the Pelican. Someone yelled, he wasn't quite sure who, and the vehicle was blasted by the wash of a plasma grenade. The cadet slammed on the brakes, fearing that he'd send them off into the trees if he didn't stop until his vision cleared, the thump of a jackal hitting the windshield reminding him that he needed to get the engine running as fast as possible, but it wasn't working.

The report of a Battle Rifle firing jogged Tom out of his reverie, the Spartan beside him finding it in himself to take out the sniper, despite his injury. The first burst missed entirely, but the next was on point. Three rounds, spread further than usual because he was shaking with the effort to hold himself up pierced the Jackal's skull, killing it instantly. Corey could feel the blood beneath his armor's undersuit, and he dropped. It was far from the most blood he'd lost, but he knew he needed it sealing, and soon.

Gunfire wasn't enough to break Lasky from his waking nightmare entirely, and Corey was running out of options, aside from simply slapping his face.

"Tom? Tom?!" Each moment that he didn't react, Chyler's voice became more panicked. Once he realized what was going on, he screamed for the Chief, but he had no biofoam. They had to get her to the Pelican before she bled out, which would've been a challenge on a good day, and today was definitely not one of those. They ran as best as they could, panting breaths and Chyler's whimpers punctuated only by the staccato sound of 117's assault rifle and the roars of the creature that dwarfed even their savior. Terror propelled them forward, but that adrenaline only carried them so far. They were all exhausted and had been running on fumes since the invasion had started. They were cadets, not ODSTs; they weren't prepared for this. How could they be?

More Covenant troops were exiting the facility, and Corey would've typically used this time to rush the doors, blast his way through the Covie line and get inside, a tactic the Spartans had used to great effect on numerous occasions. His body geared itself up for the sprint, even before the logical aspect of his brain reminded him that he had to protect Tom until the Marines returned, and the pain told him that he was still injured. His shields refused to recharge, likely because of the Subanese shard sticking through his abdomen. Corey released his hold on the crystal, a strange combination of pulsing heat and cold, he pulled the fiberoptic camera from a pouch attached to his armor. The camera displayed on his HUD, and if he'd had more time, he'd have connected the Smart Link from his BR-55 as well, but as it was, he just had to make guesses. At the whine of a plasma grenade on the other side of their barrier, the Spartan covered the Commander's form with his armored body, the detonation shaking Tom out of his reverie, as tears streamed down his cheek, dripping onto his fist that appeared to be miming holding another person's hand.

Corey fired blind, adjusting the angle of his rifle based on the trace of each three round burst. He killed two of the new arrivals, though he managed to drive the rest back into cover, waiting for them to pop their heads up.

"You've seen this before, haven't you, sir?" The Spartan asked, noting Lasky's reaction as his eyes flickered down to the injury.

The Commander nodded; his eyes glassy with tears. Corey recalled John telling him what had happened during their evacuation of Corbulo - the way that his friend had died. Corey winced, though not from the pain. Along with Linda, he'd flown the Pelican out of there, but he'd not met any of the cadets when they reached their destination, not meeting Lasky until years later, during his pilot days.

"I understand that this is painful for you, sir, but I need you to focus." Corey rumbled. "The Marines will be back soon, but we need to take the first steps n- keep your damned head down, sir!" The Spartan's voice was warm and steady, holding a comforting certainty that hadn't been getting through to Infinity's XO until he got snappy. He wasn't feeling as confident as he sounded, but he knew that he needed to project that for Lasky's sake.

Lasky came closer, and as he took a closer look at Corey's wound, the remaining color drained from his face. He looked as though he was about to either vomit or vanish into his head once again, until the Spartan gripped his arm, hard. The pain was enough to keep him focused on the present. "Look, Tom, this won't kill me, but I need your help." He shook the Commander's arm, for emphasis. "Focus on my voice, Tom. Everything will be okay, and I just need you to focus on doing as I say. I'll walk you through it." He paused a moment, switching off his vocoder as he gasped with pain. "Freya, can you make sure that my shields don't recharge? Last thing I need is to be ripped apart because that energy overloads the crystal."

There was a momentary pause, and the alarm cut. "I've disconnected it from your armor's power supply, Corey. Just remember not to stick your head into the line of fire until after we've booted it back up. I'm not a fan of you injuring yourself." Despite the rich amusement in the AI's tone, he knew that she was entirely serious.

"Yes dear." He deadpanned, and for a moment her avatar glowed green on his HUD, arms crossed and shaking her head.

"What do you need me to do?" Lasky's shaky voice cut in. There he was - the soldier that John had described from Corbulo. Brave despite what he was feeling, or perhaps because of it. Corey passed him a biofoam canister, a small model which he kept on his belt for extended field missions, something that came in useful in this case as his suit's injectors were either empty, or the local one was damaged, and he hadn't realized. Ideally, the shard would've been removed with actual medical equipment, but it wasn't the first time he'd had to improvise in the field.

Finding a neatly folded square of slightly grease-splattered cloth in one of his belt pouches, he passed it over as well. Tom was shaking, perhaps too much to do what was necessary, and Corey's eyes darted rapidly from side to side as he searched the officer's face, searching for something for him to hold onto. He couldn't comfort him the way he did other Spartans, it simply wasn't enough for the vast majority of people. "Pop open the biofoam canister, ready to use. One layer of cloth around your fingers, to avoid any potential charge transference," Corey told him, forced steadiness in his tone. It might have been seconds, minutes or even hours since he took the hit, but he could feel that he needed this dealt with now. "Take hold of the end in one hand, slide it towards you, gently, as straight as you can. Biofoam goes in straight after."

"Okay." The Commander breathed, his fingers shaking.

"Tom, look at me. The Master Chief believed in you, all those years ago. If he were here today, he would still. I know that because I do. Right here and now. You can do this." Lasky's eyes hardened, his jaw setting at the mention of John, the confidence that he'd shown in Tom all those years ago still stirred something in him now. He wouldn't let him down.

His gauntlet-clad fist squeezed his battle rifle with enough force that the casing creaked, cracking under his powerful grip, heat, and cold, as well as jolts of electrical charge, coursing through the area of the wound as the subanese crystal shivered its way free. Tom inserted the biofoam end, and the sensation changed, a combination of a crawling itch, pain, and relief blending themselves together as the life-saving substance did its work.

"Save some, Tom." He gestured towards the crystal. "Coat that in it, and let's get it into the canister. It's rare that we see them like this outside of lab conditions, maybe it'll give us new answers." He was in too much pain to smile with any feeling, so out of reflex, two fingers came up in front of his mouth, swiping across quickly, as the Commander frowned, then realization set in.

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年末年始に観たい！？2018年ベスト＆ワースト映画！！

2018年は36本観たsatsea77がおすすめする本年の映画です。 年末年始が暇な人は御覧ください。(タイトルリンクは詳細記事です。) ### ベスト #### 聲の形

映画『聲の形』Blu-ray 初回限定版

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入野自由 ポニーキャニオン 2017-05-17

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「聴覚障害者に対するいじめ」がテーマなのに全然説教臭くなくて面白かった。 障害も個性だ。それが人間だ。世界は多様性で溢れている。

湯を沸かすほどの熱い愛

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思わず泣いてしまいました。かーちゃん強すぎるよ。熱量が圧倒的です

わたしは、ダニエル・ブレイク

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カンヌでパルムドールを受賞した。巨匠ケン・ローチの作品。 とにかく文句を言いながらも前向きがジジイが素敵すぎます。思わず応援したくなりますが、現実は不条理ですな。

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エイミー・アダムス ソニー・ピクチャーズエンタテインメント 2018-07-04

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ばかうけ型の宇宙船がやってきた。 非常に静かなSFですが、音が圧倒的にいいです。（矛盾しているようですが、マヂです） その音にあいまって、物語も哲学的に進みます。

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オリエント急行殺人事件(2017)・・・名探偵コナンを読んで出直してこい！

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Boş Duvar Dekorasyonu Nasıl Yapılır

  İç mekanlarda ev ve ofislerde fonksiyonel alanlar kadar kullanılmayan alanlar da bulunmaktadır. Boş kalan duvarlar bu alanlara özetlemek için en iyi örnektir. Bu tür duvarları değerlendirerek hem ihtiyaç alanı üretmek hem de iç mekana hoş bir dekor tasarım katmak mümkündür.

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