#Explained: Why Some Engines Have Both Port and Direct Injection

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Explained: Why Some Engines Have Both Port and Direct Injection

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Half of the U.S. new-car and truck fleet now is equipped with gasoline direct injection (also known as GDI)—which means the fuel is sprayed straight into the combustion chamber. This begs the question: What’s the next engine innovation about to leave the lab?

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The answer is bringing fuel to the fire by two separate paths, and a few makers already are fitting their engines with both port and direct injection. Toyota introduced this technology, which it calls D-4S injection, on a V-6 more than a decade ago and now uses port and direct injection on its 2.0-liter flat-four (which is built by Subaru), 3.5-liter V-6, and 5.0-liter V-8. Audi has it on its 3.0-liter V-6 and 5.2-liter V-10 engines.

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Toyota’s D-4S system was introduced on the 2006 Lexus IS350 3.5-liter V-6.

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Ford currently is the dominant player with what it calls dual-fuel, high-pressure direct injection (DI) and lower-pressure port injection (PI). Applications include turbocharged and naturally aspirated V-6 and V-8 gasoline engines—four in all—ranging in size from 2.7 to 5.0 liters. The 2017 F-150 Raptor flying pickup and the GT supercar both are powered by new 3.5-liter EcoBoost V-6s so equipped. Ground-bound F-150s also rely heavily on this technology with a dual-fueled base 3.3-liter V-6 and optional EcoBoost 2.7- and 3.5-liter V-6s. Ford’s most recently announced application thus far is the new 5.0-liter V-8 that will power the 2018 Mustang GT.

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The Basics

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Before delving into the fine points of teaming PI with DI, a short primer is in order. Contrary to Hollywood’s depictions of cars plummeting off cliffs, there is no such thing as spontaneous ignition. Because liquid gasoline won’t burn, preparing fuel drawn from the tank to combust inside the engine is a two-step process.

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Step one is atomizing the liquid to fine droplets, achieved by forcing gasoline pressurized by a pump through tiny injector orifices. A study by Hitachi engineers revealed that fuel pressurized to 1000 psi and injected through orifices ranging from 0.006 to 0.011 inch in diameter yielded a 135-mph mist of droplets only 0.000003 inch in diameter. That’s fine.

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Vaporization follows atomization. Here, the fine fuel droplets go through a liquid-to-gas phase change, becoming a vapor that can be mixed with air and ignited by the spark plug.

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Because heat is absorbed during this phase change, there’s a cooling effect, which can be used to improve the engine’s operating efficiency. With PI, the air flowing through the intake manifold is cooled before it reaches the combustion chamber. With DI, the cooling benefit occurs within the chamber itself.

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Ford equips several EcoBoost V-6 engines with dual injection, including its GT supercar.

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Each strategy has pluses and minuses. PI is handy for naturally aspirated engines because cooling the incoming air increases its density and power-producing potential. It’s significantly easier to locate injectors in the intake ports, well away from the valves and spark plugs. This upstream location provides ample time for full vaporization to occur. One downside is that fuel droplets sometimes are deposited on the intake port walls, upsetting the intended fuel-air ratio.

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With DI, the chance of detonation—premature ignition of the fuel and air mixture—is diminished because the phase-change cooling effect takes place during the compression stroke just before ignition. Lowering the combustion chamber’s surface temperatures enables a higher compression ratio and improved efficiency whether the engine is naturally aspirated or boosted. Ford raised peak torque by 30 lb-ft in its new 3.5-liter V-6 by combining the new dual-injection strategy with higher boost pressure.

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There are downsides to DI. A DI system is more expensive because the pressure required to squirt fuel into the combustion chamber is 50 to 100 times higher than with PI, and the higher-pressure pump imposes parasitic losses. Direct injectors tend to be noisy. Carbon deposits—both on the backsides of the intake valves and on tailpipes—are service issues for some DI users. Because there’s less time for vaporization to occur, some fuel escapes the combustion chamber and the catalytic converter as particulate matter or soot. These carbon particles are similar to but smaller in size than those spit out by diesel engines.

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The Combination

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The ultimate strategy is combining both PI and DI benefits, using each to diminish the other’s negatives. Toyota, for example, fires both injectors during low to medium load and rpm conditions—in other words, during normal driving. This raises the density of the incoming charge without boosting and flushes carbon deposits off the intake valves. During high load and rpm circumstances, when maximum combustion chamber cooling is needed because detonation is more likely, DI handles all the fuel delivery.

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Each maker uses a different strategy regarding when to use port, direct, or both injectors. One of Toyota’s torque versus rpm versus injector use maps is shown here.

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Peter Dowding, Ford’s chief engineer of powertrain gasoline systems, revealed a different strategy. Ford uses PI alone at idle and at low rpm for smooth, quiet, and efficient engine operation. As rpm and load increase, fuel delivery becomes a programmed blend of PI and DI. In contrast to Toyota’s methodology, Ford’s PI is always operating, responsible for at least 5 to 10 percent of the fuel delivery.

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Dowding and his Ford engineering colleague Stephen Russ stress that carbon deposits on tailpipes and intake valves have never been an issue in their DI engines. Dowding adds: “Now that electric motors are being assigned increasing propulsion roles, our task is to improve engine efficiency whenever we can. Ford’s dual-fuel technology has already proven to be a valuable, cost-effective strategy in this effort.”

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Designing and developing modern engines is a juggling act that attempts to balance power, emissions, mileage, durability, drivability, and other concerns. The dual-fuel strategy gives engineers an additional key to turn as they strive to unlock more energy from each drop of gas. As lessons are learned and component costs fall, expect more makers to adopt this approach to fanning their fires.

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Laying on his back, Lance stared up at the roof of the command room of the Telula. How long it'd been since he'd left the Atlas, he had no idea, only that his tears had run dry. Once again he was alone. Once again his heart was broken by the one he'd loved. Only... this time was different. This time there was nothing to live for. Planning a hundred juniper berries wouldn't make Keith come after him. Planting a million wouldn't ease his broken soul. The fragile web of trust they'd spun had been torn to pieces right before his eyes. Keith had not only lied to him, he'd spilled his deepest darkest secrets to his mother. That explained why Krolia hadn't spoken to him before the meeting, she was probably silently judging him, waiting for the right time to admit she'd known he was naive and stupid all along. She couldn't let someone as dirty as him be with her only son. The Galra prided themselves on strength, where as he wasn't even able to make it through most days without something startling or panicking him. What good was he anyway? No one listened. Shiro hadn't wanted to hand over control of the meeting, but he'd taken it away like he deserved a place there, and like he deserved to be telling any of them how to do their jobs. However long he'd been gone, it'd been long enough for his heat to come. Long enough for his body to be screaming out for Keith's touches. His kisses. His soothing scent and warm arms. Keith was always so damn warm. It didn't matter what he'd thrown at him, Keith's arms were always welcoming and loving for him. His soft lips pressing kissing to Lance's temple, with nibble fingers carefully stroking his hair. Keith's touches had been his everything. Only his hold felt right against Lance's broken and battered body. Keith had moulded him into something more than he had been. And now when he reached out his hand, there was no one there. The only person he could blame was himself. With the engines running on 15 per cent power, his comms were off, the navigation system was off, leaving the space around him silent. He only needed enough power for gravity and life support. Letting his ship drift, he hadn't checked his position in vargas, perhaps quintants. He'd vaguely remembered pointing his ship towards his usual hunting grounds after messaging Shiro, Daehra, Th'al and his mother so she wouldn't kick up a fuss over his sudden disappearance. She'd fussed way too much over him as it was, so he'd been the perfect son and lied through his teeth over how "nice and quiet life was", and how "risk free" his job was. Yeah. It fucking hurt to lie, but what exactly could he say? Groaning heavily Lance rolled to his side, the view just as unappealing. When he could bothered moving his sticky body from the floor, he'd find a rebel camp to drop the Telula at. It held everyone's personal belongings, something he didn't think about when he'd bolted. All he'd wanted to do was put as much distance between him and Keith. Maybe if they'd talked before, he might have been able to find some way to understand... but he'd opened up to him. He'd let him in. He'd let Keith infect him, change him... rescue him. He didn't want to go back to step one. Not again... He didn't want his nightmares back. He didn't want to wake up alone, or huddled in the corner of the room bleeding with no memory of how he got there. How could he be with Keith after he broke his trust? He'd told Keith he'd needed honesty. Keith who gave him everything else, but the one thing that his broken mind needed. They'd had sex. He'd opened up... literally. Perhaps it wouldn't have stung so badly if it hadn't happened on the heels of that night. * Keith's scent haunted him. The whole ship seemed infected by it. More often than not he'd turned to look to Keith, only to find Allura in his place. He didn't miss Allura. Each conversation he had with her reminds her that she was only a hallucination, and an annoying one at that. Lance couldn't say he'd done a good job of reestablishing himself. His injections were all over the place. His stomach was only accepting minimal amounts of food, and his period hadn't come yet though he felt bloated as hell. Yet he wasn't able to find the effort to care. Keith was gone. Even if he was to turn his ship around and fly back to the Atlas, Keith would have realised by now how much hard work he'd been, and how far Lance had dragged him down. Naturally the pain hadn't passed. The tiny flicker of hope left him unable to wash Keith's scent off his pillows. He missed him. He missed so quiznakking much that his mother would have beaten him black and blue for the number of times he'd cursed the universe for giving him Keith. Wherever he was, Lance hopes he was safe. He hoped that Keith wasn't doing something reckless, or impulsive. That he'd been able to get Lance'a point across in regards to tracking down those responsible for all the disappearances near Ghazex. Lance wished he had the courage to go running back to Keith, but he was so ashamed of how things had played out. He'd shown enough of his shameful sides to Keith... but left alone in this self imposed solitude... he couldn't help but want Keith by his side even if it was to say goodbye. Landing on the far side of Sucrulia, it wasn't Lance's favourite place in this sector of space, but it was the place he was to rendezvous with Th'al at her request. The place was almost all sand and rocky outcrops that reminded him far too much of that shack Keith called home, even the colours were more Earthy than a lot of places out there. No one was around for miles, given this was the desert side of the planet, so until Th'al arrived all he had for company were a few tumbleweeds and a whole lot of creepy purple looking cacti, that were the only unEarth like things there. The other side of Sucrulia was lush, there were ports all along the coast line trading in all kinds of exotic herbs, and spices, and the whole feel of the place was like the golden days of piracy on Earth. That's why they were meeting in the middle of the stupid desert. No one from the other side of the planet came here. No on from the other side of the planet could get out here without the use of a ship. A thick valley of sharp obsidian waiting to murder anyone stupid enough to attempt their way through. Lance had a stupid plan. A very stupid plan, and Th'al was key to it. She'd been pissed to all quiznakkary when he'd suddenly reached out after a phoeb out of contact. It'd been risky firing up his comms, but he'd wasted a whole phoeb without accomplishing anything other than drifting in space, lazily patrolling between bouts of self loathing and remembering he was technically wanted man so had to lay low... not that really stopped him. He couldn't stop his whole life just because he'd been kicked to the curb again. A revelation that'd come after a tremendous amount of self wallowing, tears and Keith's pillows. Lance hadn't been able to bring himself to evict them into the vacuum of space. Th'al kept him waiting for a while quintant. By the time the female bounty hunter showed up, the cacti population had diminished slightly thanks to boredom and his favourite blaster, many now sporting smiley faces that didn't make them any less creepy. Landing her pod next to the Telula, Th'al was just as intimidating as he remembered. Her dark hair pulled into a tight bun, that reminded him of his third grade teacher who'd reduced him to tears over his English, as she strode down her pods loading ramp with her blaster raised in his direction. Raising his hands as if he was actually surrendering, Lance hung his head as she started to scold him. It wasn't like he Th'al were best buddies, they were simply both in the same line of work and had similar ideas on not killing each other over a bounty "What the stars, Leandro! What did you do this time? Daehra was blowing up my comms. Something about you upsetting the Atlas? And why would you return out here? Were you born stupid?" "The jury's still out on that one" "Of all the stupid things you could do. Do you know the Atlas is on the move? There's been talk of Blades being sighted" Great. Shiro hadn't listened, or he'd opted to listen to Keith over Lance and now they were invading his space and threatening the undercover mission Lance had strategised for himself. He needed to get back out to the outpost, and what better way than to be escorted by a hunter handling a bounty? If Keith were there with him, the half-Galra would have already lost his shit over it and deemed it all an unnecessary risk. Then probably would have told him he loved him and fretted over Lance getting himself chopped into tiny pieces, something Lance didn't particularly want to happen but when your heart's just been broken all over again, you don't exactly care for you own wellbeing. "I told them not to interfere. I even gave them a full briefing over how coming out to our little corner would only make things worse. So you can't pin all of this on me. Besides, it's not like I actually wanted to go back to the Atlas..." "Yeah. Yeah. I don't need to hear your life story. I still think this plan of yours is weak" That's because it was "Aw, Th'al. This is why you're still single. I'll have you know my life story is far more interesting than you could ever imagine" Raising her blaster to line the shot up, Lance snorted at his friend "You can shoot me if it'll make you feel better, but I've got a full suit on under these clothes" "Dammit. Fine. Whatever. Don't think I won't shoot you in the foot the moment you get annoying" "I know you will. Are we good to go?" "Of course we are. I'm not some amateur like you are. I've messaged Daehra over the Telula. Thanks for that by the way, she's been blowing up my comms trying to find out if you're alright" "You know how she gets. And you know I needed to lay low. We should probably get out of here if you've already messaged her. The Blade members she's with have an annoying tendency of sticking their noses in where they're not needed or wanted" Glaring at him, Lance was on thin ice when it came to Th'al's patience. Moving to walk past her, he was grateful that she didn't shoot in the foot just yet, though he was sure her desire was strong. With the pod being on the small side, Lance set himself up in the passenger seat of it with a spare holopad while Th'al piloted the ship away from the Telula. Activating his girl's shields remotely, it was a weight off his shoulders to know that everyone would be getting their personal belongings back sooner rather than later. He'd even triple checked that she was in perfect running order for when his team arrived to retrieve her. They'd probably be annoyed that he wasn't there, but this mission needed to come before all the craziness of his private life, and he needed someone more objective than his team to assist in it. They cared too much. They'd blame themselves if something was to happen, which he couldn't be responsible for. No matter what happened the fall out needed to land his shoulders alone. Th'al would leave him if worst came to worse. She'd take her pod and flee before the first shot was even fired. That's what he needed. None of this self sacrifice bullshit. Tapping his fingers against the holopad, he felt something light hit him in the side of the head "Stop tapping so loudly" "I'm not tapping loudly" "If I can hear you, you're tapping too loud" Rolling his eyes, Lance tried to play off the panic that formed at the unexpected strike. He could deny it until he was blue in the face, but without Keith there, his nerves were a fucking mess "I'm sorry. I'm just checking the area. I haven't been able to with everyone deciding they suddenly needed to come after me. I didn't want the data signal registering too close the Telula" "If you hadn't got yourself into this mess, than none of this would have happened" "I know. But on the plus side, when you hand me in you'll have enough money to do... whatever it is you do" Waving his hand, Th'al simply ignored the gesture to continue in the same flat tone "This is true. And I won't have to hear your voice... It almost makes me wish I could wormhole straight there" Huffing at Th'al, it'd be easy for an outsider to think that she truly did hate him, and wasn't secretly a softie under all her creepy armour. He'd seen the glittery blankets and soft toys on her bed, plus anything strawberry from Earth turned her into a mess of love and compliments. Not that they actually got their hands on Earth rations that often. She liked Erathus even less than he did "You're so mean. You're picking on me without even letting me know how your side of the mission went" "What's to let you know? You changed your strategy. That boyfriend of yours got into your head and now you're being stupid again" "Keith isn't my boyfriend" "Mhmm. He's out here. They say that there's going to be a meeting between the Galra, that Earth crew and the head of the police, and government on Erathus" Lance's eyes widened, gaping as he looked to Th'al. This wasn't what he wanted at all. There could be nothing good from a meeting like that... He'd fucking told them. His voice higher than normal as he squeaked "What? Are you joking!? Please Th'al, tell me that you're joking" Laughing happily, Th'al was a bitch "Your face was priceless. How would I know what's happening over there? I was busy thanks to some dumbarse dropping off the universe for movements" Oh thank god for that. Even as a joke, that was fucking cruel. If anything happened to the others, he'd never forgive himself... especially Hunk and Shay. He hadn't even stayed at their damn engagement party, too busy being coddled by Keith... Fuck... If anything happened to Keith because he'd run off... that... he couldn't survive that. Keith was doing so much good in the universe, or he had been until Lance had waylaid his plans and forced him to run off with him "Don't worry. The Atlas isn't really out here. Blade members are though. Been asking rebel camps if they've seen you" Lance scowled hard, realising she'd read him like a book and played him harder than Pidge going at Killbot Phantasm 1. Maybe he should have ejected himself into space while he'd had the chance. It'd be less painful than knowing Th'al could see right through him "You've been fucking with me from the moment you landed, haven't you?" Shooting fucking fingerguns at him, Th'al smirked. Fucking fingerguns. That was his thing! "Yep. Consider it payback for being a little bitch" "You're the bitch. Are you serious about the Blades being out here?" "Yep. Worried your little boyfriend is going to get himself into trouble?" "Keith isn't my boyfriend. And I seriously thought he was smarter than this. This isn't a fucking game" "Daehra said "he's been quite upset since you left". Should I pretend to care and ask what happened?" God. Keith... He could be so stupidly bullheaded. He'd nearly gotten himself killed trying to recover Shiro from Kuron... and then there was that time that Matt told them about, when the dickhead tried to get himself killed. Thanks to Th'al, his heart was beating way too fast, a thick heavy weight sitting in the bottom of his stomach, which might have something to do with the bloating "Nope. You can sit there and shut up" "Someone's sensitive. Have it your way then, "Loverboy Leandro"" Without Th'al bitching at him, Lance's stupid mind had decided to fixate on Keith. The harder he tried to pay attention to the holopad, the more he found he couldn't. His own holopad was on the Telula, he hadn't been able to delete the photos of him and Keith on it, instead he'd wrapped it and left it with a note to Keith. It wasn't exactly hard to lose focus on his mission. He'd be going in alone, before Th'al sent word out. His injection schedule was gone. His mask was gone. His ship was gone. His accidental husband was gone. Their relationship was over but that didn't mean Keith wasn't at the forefront of his thoughts. If he could stop whoever was behind this, Keith wouldn't even need to be involved. Keith would be safe... so would the others, but... Fuck.... he was hopelessly and thoroughly miserable without Keith and his stupid not-mullet. Hearing that Keith was worried about him wasn't exactly surprising, for a while he'd kind of been worried about himself too, but the voices in the back of his mind were quick to speak up. Quick to remind him how fast fucking weak and useless he was, and that he had no right feeling all warm and glowy over Keith when he'd been the one to walk out on the half-Galra. Still, he was only kind of human and a slave to the emotions that Keith had pretty much ripped back up to the surface. He couldn't even fall back to his doses because not a single loose pill, or untainted vial remained in his room, Daehra and Keith had got to them all. Settling in for a long trip, it proved to be just that. Th'al was far more stubborn than him, the woman keeping her silence purely to prove she could, leading to an exceptionally long trip because two could play that game and his Mumma didn't raise no quitter. * Using Zac's program to charter the magnetic fields, the outpost was unfortunately still standing. A dozen half face masked, full rest armour, armed officers were standing near the area landing for the outpost as Th'al landed her ship, Lance half tempted to make a joke over the welcome party, but he had the feeling it'd fall flat between himself and Th'al. Their silence had lasted until Th'al accidentally broke it by cursing her communicator when it started to ring. She hadn't liked losing to him in the slightest, much like Rachel when it came to pretty much everything, yet unlike Rachel Th'al had been allowed to shoot him in both the leg and shoulder with her blaster. Only grazing shots for the sake of appearances, but enough for him to nearly lose control of his emotions. Still, he wondered if he should find it strange that the two blast shots hadn't affected him as badly as when she'd punched him in the face to split his lip and blackened his eye. He'd very nearly panicked himself into oblivion when she'd touched him. His stupid healing was already taking care of the wounds too fast, not that it dulled the pain. His body much more astute to pain now that his medication had been adjusted, and he couldn't simply get high to mask the symptoms. Dressed in his bloodied civilian clothes, there was no point wearing a body suit into the outpost. One of the first things they'd do would be check him for weapons, tracking devices and recording devices. As a "prisoner" he needed to look like he'd put up the fight of his life. Going in unarmed, and armour free... Keith would kill him. So it was a good thing he actually wasn't. The cuffs around his wrists weren't actually fixed in place, a small canister on sleeping gas hidden in the locking mechanism. The insertion of the metal key would shatter the thin glass encasing the gas. Th'al had been holding out on him for the whole damn trip, springing her invention on him quite proudly as she slapped them around his wrists. There wasn't enough gas to knock out a crowd, but one or two Galra on the other hand... He literally couldn't wait to try it out, the potential applications if they could mount it to his suit would be just too good, or if he hollowed out rounds in a more traditional gun... so maybe he hadn't thought that one through, but the potential applications. It all came back to those two words... and the whole surviving what came next thing. The way he figured it, Th'al had already posted she'd claimed the bounty and was delivering him personally on the hunter boards. She'd waited until the last moment to do so to prevent anyone coming after them, plus his time dated beaten and bloodied face photograph proved she'd "subdued" him, and indeed had had held him in her custody. Giving him one final look over, Th'al aimed her blaster at him "Right. Out you get, time to stop bleeding on the floor of my pod" This was Th'al speak for "I've done a damn good job, but I'd like to leave in one piece so I need you off my pod before they decide to just blow us up. Every offence meant" "Thanks for this" Th'al frowned at him "I don't know if you should be thanking me. I'm about to deliver you to your death" "I'm not going to die here. You know the plan" "I know you're a fool. Relying on the gas to knock them out, then taking their weapons... What if they don't touch the cuffs?" "Then I'll smack them against a wall or their faces..." "Leandro..." She really must think he was going to die because she'd never given him such a concerned look as she was right now. Softening his features, Lance let out a soft sigh. Why did people always have to go and get emotional at all the wrong times? "Th'al. We've come this far. I can't let this continue happening. What if you're taken? What if it was your friends and family? They took my friend, they killed another... Now Earth is involved... I can't let people keep getting hurt. For our little space in the universe, I need to do this" "You're a fool" "Yeah. A stubborn idiot who's a bit of a dick. That's what my husband would say..." Th'al widened at his soft confession. Lance hadn't meant to let it slip... or maybe he had. He was hurting and all he wanted was Keith to be safe, so that not all of this was for nothing "You're married?" "To Keith... By accident on Daehra's planet. He broke my heart but I can't stand the idea of him ending up to chopped into pieces and left out here. So I need to do this, and I'm going to do this. Let's head down before they storm the ship and arrest you for being an accomplice instead of a delivery woman" With Th'al's blaster against his back, Lance hunched his shoulders and kept his head down, being the best battered prisoner he could. Normally a bounty hunter would sign their catch over to the authorities, or on personal delivery, they'd escort their catch in and sign over rights. That wasn't quite how it played out. Reaching the small army waiting for him, a large outpost officer grabbed him by the hair, bending his throat back as he was gut punched for his trouble. Gritting his teeth, Lance received a second blow for not crying out like they wanted "I'll be taking my payment before you kill the merchandise" Four of the men behind the one holding him up by his hair raised their weapons towards Th'al. Th'al moving away from him as she aimed her blaster. The man holding him growling "I suggest you leave before we arrest you" "I demand my bounty. I acquired the target" Pulling his blaster from his hip, Lance felt his hair being torn before he was stumbling sideways and landing on his knees painfully, the man holding him activating the blaster into its extended form "Leave" "Fuck this" Raising her blaster and her free hand, Th'al stepped back "Expect to hear from Erathus. This is not how business is conducted" Glancing between the men with weapons aimed, the man who'd just made the silent threat to shoot her, and Lance, Lance gave Th'al a tiny nod. Knowing her she'd find a way to still get paid. No one would take a bounty if they weren't going to get paid, especially over such a large sum. Lance was personally more concerned with her getting out of there alive... And not taking another blow to the gut in case they broke the vial in his cuffs before their group was down to a more manageable number. Still on his knees, he watched as Th'al jogged up the ramp to her pod... oooooh fuck... they were actually doing this now. Better late than never with the panic, but not at all would have been preferred... He was seasoned professional... his mother was going to slap him senseless with her slipper when she found out "It's a little late for panic. You made a mistake coming here" The clicheness of the man's line almost made brought a smile to Lance's lips. Bad guys were stupid. They were always stupidly stupid... Lance kind of missed the organise mess of murder that was the Galra... almost... maybe just Zarkon. At least had a reason for being a bad guy "Technically, that's still to be de..." Smacking him in the jaw with the butt of the blaster, Lance flinched as he bit the inside of his cheek "Did I say you can speak?" Spitting out the bloodied salvia gathering in his mouth, Lance continued "... cided. Now, take me to your leader?" "I... what... shut up. You're in no position to be making demands" "Idiot says what?" "Huh? What did you say?" Eh. It was close enough. Smirking to himself, Lance was smacked in the face with the butt of the blaster again. Losing his balance, Lance's hands went out to stop himself from ending up on his side, his cuffs no longer protected... The Cuban not thinking about how fragile fingers were until the man in charge brought his boot down on them, Lance howling in agony as the digits on his left crunched, the unprotected skin tearing as they broke, the officer taking an extra few ticks to relish the pain he was causing before finally releasing Lance's almost disfigured hand. Being down a hand hadn't been part of his plan... "Take him inside. Make sure you lock this thing up properly. They want it in one piece" "Aw. Don't you fella's know how to make a man feel special" was what Lance wanted to say. Actually anything quick and witty would have been better than the weak whine he let out as two hulking officers hefted him up. Between everything done to him within the last varga, his felt physically drained beyond words, leaving him limp as they started to drag him towards the entrance to the facility. If someone wanted him in one piece, then they wouldn't in a rush to murder him right away... Maybe his plan wasn't all rubbish? This unseen person who wanted him alive could hold all the answers to everything that had been happening in his area of space. Who they were and what they wanted... he couldn't even imagine. They had to be both rich and connected to run an operation like they had been for so long under the radar. Plus, they had to come from a long bloodline or they'd never have been able to inject themselves into the Erathus terraforming without raising suspicion. People couldn't simply turn up and build a city like the Erathian capital if no one out there knew of their family name. There were thousands of people involved in creating and building a city. The level of corruption in Erathus meant having people in every aspect with their ears to the ground, or they'd miss the pulse of the people. Government and police industry infiltration were basic entry level aspects when it came to low income earners, but when it came to the ambassador and police chief... yeah. Someone big had to be out there. Quietly proud of the scorch marks on the walls left behind from their last visit, Lance kept his mouth shut and forced himself to breathe through his nose. If he could have, he'd have bitten the inside of his cheek to keep from talking, but that would only make his aching mouth feel worse. As it was, his mouth tasted strongly of blood. The unwelcome irony coppery tang sliding down the back of his throat, while his bloodied face assaulted his sense of smell for a largely unappealing situation. He was practically suffocating on it all, his lungs screaming at him to open his mouth and gasp down air, but there was no way in quiznak he was giving his captors the joys of his suffering further than he already had. He was Leandro, and he had a job to do. Reaching the cells of the outpost, the room was dull. They'd stopped to throw him through the scanners, take the usual photos, then straight through with no actual paperwork being done. A single red circular light sat above the doorway of the hallway to connected the two areas smoothly. On both sides of the hall were seven barred cells. Prisoners needed no privacy, and once they were locked in, officers didn't particularly care if they inmates killed each other through the bars, as long as they made the effort to look like they considered prisoner safety. Feeling his feet tangle as tried to stand him up, Lance managed to trip despite being in their hold. Angered at the accidental action, the man to his left jabbed him hard in the ribs, causing him to momentarily lose his breath as the man to the right ignored his coworkers antics in favour of dragging Lance further forward. Making it to the end of the hall, Lance could barely see any of the red glow that shone lazily over the first few cells. Somewhere in the distance was a steady kind of dripping, and as far as he could tell there were no windows. With the man to his right releasing him, it took the stranger a few ticks to open the old fashioned lock for the cell door. Old fashioned key locks were only susceptible to lock picking if you could access the face which you couldn't here due to the size of the bar gaped, and by being quiznakking ancient it prevented hacking programs from hidden technology. It was brilliant really. Lance was always all for giving credit where it was due, and this definitely deserved a small clap. Opening without a creak the bars were clearly heavy as evidenced by how much force needed to be applied to get the damn door to move. The officer had to release him completely, push on the door and fight to hold it open as he looked to his teammate. Giving the officer a nod, Lance was propelled forward into the near blind darkness of the space, both officers clearing the cell doorway before the door boomed shut in a way he wasn't ashamed to admit turned his knees to jelly "Any funny business and we will slit your throat" There might have been men on both sides of him, and another four following their trip as they walked painfully slow, but what were all six of them going to do? He only had so much area around his throat. Lance didn't imagine them being the kind to wait so everyone could take a turn "Perfect prisoner. Scouts honour and all that. Thanks for the room guys. Love the uh... darkness. Right. I'll just be here. You guys do your job" Watching as they left, Lance finally allowed himself to grimace as the door closed. Shaking his aching fingers, he screamed as hand landed on his blasted shoulder. Flinching and ducking away, he raised his bound hands somewhat pathetically. The most he could do was bleed on his assailant "Shut up you, idiot!" "Keith!..." With wide eyes, Lance blinked half a dozen times hoping Keith would vanish like a hallucination "...Oh...no... what are you doing here?!" Crossing his arms, Keith didn't look terribly impressed. Probably because Lance had groaned out the second part of his sentence, and the cuffs Keith were wearing didn't really allow him to cross his arms properly "What am I doing here? What are you doing here?" What the... hold up. What? Why was Keith here? He was supposed to be off with the others... and not taken into captivity by the bad guys "Me?! What am I doing here?! This is my mission, Keith!" "Your mission?! You disappeared!" "I didn't disappear. I left. And now you're not supposed to be here... you're complicating things" Throwing his hands up, Keith sounded... snarky and pissy in a way that was kind of hot. Turning, Keith paced a few steps away before turning back to him "I'm complicating things? I thought you'd been taken! I've been looking for you for movements! And are you bleeding? Why are you always bleeding?! Didn't we talk about this? About all of this and agree that you were going to be careful? How did you even get here? Did you fly here?" Keith was going to get them both killed... these cells were probably bugged... "Of course I'm bleeding, my friend betrayed me, shot me and hauled my arse out here" "God! This is why I can't take my eyes off you! Do you even have a plan?" "Of course I do... did... do you have to keep yelling a me?!" "Yes! Do you have any idea how worried I was about you!" "You were worried! I was worried! This is the last place I wanted you to end up! What would you have done if they'd chopped you up, Keith?! Huh?" "I don't know! What would you have done if you ended chopped up?!" Lance spluttered. He was the one in the right here, not his idiot husband who wasn't supposed to be here! He wasn't emotionally ready for any of this! He was supposed to find someway to keep Keith safe... not be stuck in a near black cell with his husband! This was not the plan. This was not the plan at all! "I have a plan, dumb arse! I'm not about to... Quiznak, Keith... you... gargh!" Lance went to throw his own hands in the air before remembering the cuffs... and the very broken hand. Still, his hands went up enough to make him yelp, Lance losing his train of thought as Keith strode over to him. Reaching for his hand, Lance jerked back instinctively. Ignoring the action, Keith's fingers gently slipped under his broken own. The touch sending Lance into a damn near panic attack at the pain, both also with the warmth and comfort it brought. He didn't want Keith locked up in here with him, but after everything, the idiot had come after him. Keith had come after him... and while he was still mad, Keith wasn't dead. Lifting his hand, Keith turned it slightly to examine the skin, Lance assuming it was something Galrary inside his accidental husband that allowed him to see better than he currently could "What the quiznak is this?" "Broken hand... pretty much the only thing not going to plan... other than you know, my fucking husband showing up. Seriously... why Keith?" Keith ignored his question to growl out a question of his own "They broke your hand?" His broken hand? Keith was getting stuck on that? Keith didn't get to ask questions. He wasn't supposed to be here... so why was Lance letting himself be drawn in by him? Why did he feel slightly happy that Keith was angered over his injury? Right. Had to be the blow to face... maybe triggering that bit of brain damage...? He was mad at him. Mad... "Yeah... busted my mouth up too..." Yep. Totally mad at Keith... "Quiznak, Lance... Here. Come here, there's a bed thing at the back of the cell" And now he was following Keith to the back of the cell... Stupid traitorous emotions. He didn't need being fussed over by Keith. No matter how goddamn relieved he was to see and smell him again. Keith had shown up and derailed his mission. He only had a tiny bit of gas. He didn't have a suit. He couldn't protect Keith when things went down. He couldn't even protect him by leaving him, Keith's presence made that obvious. "Lance?" Standing in front of the thin cot, Lance realised Keith was waiting for him to sit down. It was almost like Lance was a completely different person. He didn't know how to think, feel or act around Keith now. He couldn't just laugh everything off. He couldn't crack a joke because Keith would see right through that "Do you need help?" "I can sit on my own, Mullet" "Then sit down. Let me look at your hand... I can't believe they broke it" "I can't believe you can't believe it..." Yeah. His brain damage was definitely in play here because even he was wincing at his own failed jokey tone. A joke he'd told himself wouldn't work. Quiznak. He was going to have to sit... which he did with a long groan. Everything hurt now that the weight was off his feet "... I'm fine. I'll heal..." "You're not fine. I can't believe your here... you weren't supposed to be here" If Keith was looking for a fight, the best Lance could manage was a mental shin kick "Like you were..." "You were missing. You left the Atlas and dropped into nothingness. I searched everywhere for you! Daehra and Lucteal talked to some friend of yours who said you were ok, then the next time they talked you were missing. Do you know how worried I've been?" "I wasn't missing. I was on the Telula" "Which wasn't out here? A whole phoeb Lance... I spent a whole phoeb thinking... thinking you were already dead... thinking the last thing between us was me breaking your trust because I'm a fucking coward" That wasn't playing fair. It was even less fair when Keith crouched down in front of him, sniffling softly as the smell of wet pine mulch met Lance's nose. Frankly he was kind of amazed he could smell anything other than blood after being hit so damn hard. Keith was crying. He wasn't allowed to cry... and now Lance was tearing up. A feared bounty hunter and the prince of Daibazaal crying in an outpost cell sounded worse than a bad joke "Keith, don't cry..." "How can I not?! Do you know how many times I've thought about you? How many times I... I know I should have told you, but at first I was scared and then I... didn't think about it. I didn't mean to tell her, you know I didn't. I wouldn't do that to you..." "Mullet, you need to calm down. Everything is being recorded right now... they're not going to lock us up without recording what we do and say. Sit down properly and take a breath... and be careful with my hands" Keith let out a shaky hiccup before sitting, resting his forehead against Lance's thigh as he shook his head "How are you so calm right now? They broke your fucking hand... and some arsehole shot you..." "I'm not calm at all. You're simply panicking enough for the both of us. Plus, it really fucking hurts to talk, but I did have a plan, and I didn't plan to never come back from this hellhole. I know you probably want to break out right now, but you need to trust me Keith" "I do trust you... I've always trusted you" "Good... don't touch my cuffs. My hands hurt. Now what we're going to do is sit and wait. You know I have those freaky healing powers, so I'm going to get both us out of here when the time is right. Understood?" "I... yeah. My team knows I'm here... does... I..." Keith was such a mess he was talking way too much. Lance wasn't so cold hearted that he'd kick him even further when he was this down... but he did need him to be the more rational one until he'd started healing "Keith. We're being recorded. Now isn't the time to be discussing this. I need you to pull yourself together again, and man up. The bed isn't much but it'll have to do. You need to get some rest, and so do I. All of this other stuff can wait for now" "I... yeah. Your right. I'm sorry... I'm so fucking sorry" "I don't know if I've forgiven you or not, but I'm not letting either of us die before we can talk about this. So come up here and sit next to me, or you can take the bed and I'll take the floor. They're waiting for someone to arrive..." "I thought they were waiting for you" "Unfortunately I'm not the last guest to the party" Keith let out a little snort, leaning back to wipe at his face as he did, or at least that was what Lance gathered he was going. He couldn't see jack shit in the dark "Did I ever tell you how much I fucking hate parties?" Keith's voice sounded slightly lighter, more hopeful. Like he was starting to pull himself from his slump "Maybe once or twice?" "Good. Good... as long as you know" "I think the whole universe knows. I know things look like quiznak right now, but we're going to be ok. I promise I'm going to get you back to Kosmo" "And I'm going to get you back to... me?" Nudging Keith with his boot, Lance permitted himself the tiniest of smiled at the thought "Maybe. We will be talking about this. All of this. I think you're dick for getting caught, but I'm struggling to think of anyone else I'd like to be held prisoner with... Now I'm going to get some rest. You should do the same. I have the feeling this is all coming to ahead and we're about to learn what all of this has been about"

[stone-man-warrior]

December 13, (Sunday), 2020: 3:51 (Windsor)

There is no Russia.

There are no Russians.

Dues paid in full, SAG Card in good standing.

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3:59 pm:

Other, unrelated Russian bullshit from Britain:

Real quick: There are Ford 351 Cubic Inch Displacement V-8 Motors. You can get those inside of old classic Ford cars & trucks, some are “351 Windsor”, some are “351 Cleveland”, both “Windsor”, and “Cleveland”, are words suitable for fighting over, are verbal weapons, put the two words together, and you have a nitrous gas weapon that cuts when you swing it. Put it in a car, and it goes fast as it cuts, aspirated with 4-Bbbl Holley.

I don’t know what the design characteristic differences are between Cleveland and Windsor 351 cubic inch displacement V-8 motors.

The key to starts each motor, seems to be on the helm of a boat, one that weighs less than the water it displaces, which is the reason the boat floats.

HMS Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis

A Boat.

FLOTUS

Weighs less than the water it displaces. We have a new FLOTUS Boat in port right now, shiny, all cleaned up, refurbished older classic model, one that already has seen some battles on the High See’s. (is also trending on Twitter last night, WSJ says use of “Dr.” written on the hull is no good for new, old, FLOTUS)

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There is also a Dodge 318 Cubic Inch Displacement V-8 Motor that comes to mind. You can get those in the classic Chrysler products. There is a old 318, pre-1964, and there is a new 318, after 1964.

1964 is Beatles British Invasion. (Russia).

I do know some of the design differences between Old 318 and New 318.

Maybe is better to say “USA 318″ for the old one, vs “British Chinese Hong-Kong Knock-Off Russian Mother Hoax 318″, for the new one.

Old 318 is narrow V angle from the crank center to the outer wings of the V shape on the heads, where the valve’s are controlled from the cam, below them. The Valve timing must be adjusted manually at the valve guide rocker arm tappets gap to specifications and service limits.

New 318 is wide-angle V shape from crank center to outer wing heads of the V shape. There is no valve timing adjustment, necessary, or possible on New 318. All is done with some kind of Amp Guru magic wand for making the valve’s work, somehow, is a mystery, no way to control the timing of the valves anymore, is automatic, comes from the Martinizer or something, secret knowledge, was wiz-bang high tech, no one talked about how come the 318 works so good without need for scheduled valve adjustment maintenance.

“That because they are Hydrolic Tappets” says auto mechanic guru when I ask questions.

“Ok... Hydrolic ones. That explains it then, thank you” I reply, knowing stepped in some kind of slippery slope only leads to the ground from there.

New 318 is much wider than it’s dead brother who ran out of Valve Timing Adjustment, needs more lateral room to fit it’s fat ass in under the bonnet (used to be a hood, I think is a bonnet now, see Jon Bonnet Ramsey areas of Russian Hoax Mother, maybe is more about that over there.). They call it “The Wedge” because of the wide-angle of the orientation of the shape of the engine block and heads. Intake Manifold is HUGE for those. (try a Weiand 4 bbl high-rise with Holley carburetors... experiment with different ones. it’s 1965. so, see what works, then report back to AutoMechanic Guru... Mr. GoodWrench. One time I put a Rochester Carburetor onto a 1969 Toyota Corona... it worked good. I don‘t know how come the thing fit on there, it just did, so, I hooked up some linkage, and off to the rodeo, for about 4 years with that. no problems. Later on, I put a 1986 nissan motor into a 1974 Datsun truck. There were some problems, had to make it fit, the fan kept going through the radiator, had to start over, but the motor I bought was new fangled computer operated motor... I did not get that part.... only the motor. Everyone says: “you need the computer part, it’s never going to work.” I said “go fuck off with your Lego’s, this thing has spark plugs, a distributor, is fuel injected. All it needs is some fuel and some air, it’s going to work without the computer part” and that is what happened. It worked without the computer part, and, it worked real good.)

Just some things to think about while Jill Biden is floating around with last minute hull dressings choices to decide what to call the HMS Boat she is riding on.

4:40 plus 8 pm.

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5:38 pm: Walmart visit at the “Nightmare Before Elm Street” event from Friday or whenever that was:

My memory is returning some small details about things that happened there.

The Guillotine was there, I remember now, it was there on the way in, and on the way out too.

Looks like it’s part of the door.

You cannot see the guillotine. They put so much distraction, that even if you look right at it, you still don‘t know it’s a guillotine.

Mostly, it’s because we have been programmed and conditioned since we were children that there are no guillotines at the Walmart as you go in. So, mostly, that’s why we can‘t see the guillotine at the Walmart front entrance. (with new COVID Corona Rules, there is only one way in, and one way out of the Walmart now. The West Side Story, is that COVID rules from Salem Oregon Kate Brown HQ says that the West Side Entrance is to be closed, for COVID Safety. There is a small side door near that hallway where the Carnival Games are at, on the Shopping Cart Port side of the building where those get cleaned up and put back into circulation, like miniature FLOTUS HMS Biden’s. That door also is closed, big sign on the Art Easel says “This Door is Designated for Walmart Associates Only”, so, you have to show a SAG Card or something to use that one.

The important part: As I went in there, and was distracted by the Salvation Army Door Bell w/Bucket, wearing Chinese Knock Off (Hong-Kong) US Navy Officer Dress Uniform, I stopped right there as I was almost in the door frame going in. I saw something that looked kinda weird, had to rub my eyes... “Uh-Ohh... Walmart Transgender Patrol... it’s coming my way” I said.

I use my Bic Lighter consistently from the time I open my car door, wave it around a little, then get out of the car, all the way through the Walmart shopping adventure in Dystopia the whole time, every time I go there, or anywhere. You need a Bic Lighter to survive. Just light it, move it around at waist high every few minutes and when people are getting close to you. Only takes a second to clear the air.

There, was Pope Francis, coming in fast towards me. The Guillotine was between me an the Bergoglio. He was about 10 feet away when I saw a man wearing a white dress there, I don‘t recall the pointy hat, but, I do recall reaching through the Guillotine frame, saying “This is not a good idea, too risky”, but there were no choices, so, I reached through there, grabbed whoever that was, and pulled as the guillotine was triggered by my arm going through the motion sensor area.

Walmart Transgender Patrol was cut in three pieces as the blade came down. I wound up holding his hand... arm... and one half went outside of the building, the other half stayed inside and went to the left and onto the ground. I tossed the arm behind me to keep my hands free so I could fight when I went in, ducked under the blade that was still chopping, and that is when “The Unclean“ security that I explained sprang into action, also, just then, the man that monitors everyone who enters the store took his usual position in the center between the roped off Entrance Lane, and Exit Lane. He was off to the side safely out of the way before that Transgender Patrol Pope was cut in two at the front entrance. That guy stands there with a electronic Tablet size thing, he is able to read debit card chips as people walk by within range, so, he was Johnny on the Spot as the “Two Piece Pope” hit the ground, and, “The Unclean” began to do their routine.

I saw the man on the floor in two places. Maybe was two people who were cut, one was the Pope, the other was a heap of mess on the floor between the Exit and Entrance sides. I think was two different people.

The man was still alive, his head was moving but was cut long way, in two-three pieces. I cleared all of that, grabbed a shopping cart for some protection, it was sticky on the handle... people all began to come to the exit, I looked over at that man on the floor and said “You have to bring your own hospital”. Then, all of those people, about 15 people, all started to release a lot more gas than already was there.

Some pretty girls were deployed near the McDonald’s, and more of them beyond that, some noises towards the inside of the Walmart were such that my attention was drawn over there, and that is the direction I went.

In front of the McDonald’s, two of those pretty girls were ignited, from nitrous gas ignition, and they both launched up into the suspended ceiling and a piece of the ceiling tile fell to my right onto the place where some promotional items are stacked at the entrance area across from the McDonald’s.

An unmasked man was there to my left as I went into the Walmart. He had seen the two girls disappear into the ceiling and the tile fall from above. That man was mesmerized, in disbelief. I could hear him say “It’s real... the blog is real”.

I advised that if he pays attention to the pharmacy area, those two girls should be coming down out of the ceiling over there any second now, and I walked in that direction, the two girls came down out of the ceiling right there by the pharmacy, just like they always do and hit the floor hard. A cart was there, at the ready, had been deployed immediately upon lift-off, to cart them away. There is a channel built into the Walmart ceiling such that when the terror soldier launch up in there, they are directed to the pharmacy to come down over there, closer to where it can be easier to disguise such persons as unfortunate injured people who came to the Walmart Pharmacy for some first aid, from some other accident, they will say.

As I walked around doing my shopping for some food. there was a lot of talk about “The Pope”, “Francis“, “Bergoglio”, “Two-Piece”, “Papa”, and “Father” inside the store, enough that I believe it’s likely to have been “The Bergoglio” who came to attack me at the front entrance.

I have seen the Pope, the real Pope, here in Grants Pass many times. I have seen the previous one, “Pope Benededict” also, he goes to the Myers terror cell at 560 Jackpine, and, he brought the “Pope Mobile” at least once to Jackpine.

There are some entries here on this account about a time that included a large hot-air balloon, shaped like a house, when one of the Pope’s came to Jackpine.

That with the Pope Mobile, was the day this happened:

I was playing guitar when I heard something outside, and went out there while holding that guitar pick, there was someone speaking in Latin, hiding behind a building here at my house pointing a rifle at me, I spoke back to the person, who shot at me, then ran away. The gun looked like AR-7 to me, a survival rifle, like one that I once owned, is small, is for backpack travel, lightweight.

There also were two other people closer to me, a young blonde woman, and a young man, who were hiding under the deck of a wood raised porch here at my property.

But that happened a long time ago... I am just reminded of it from that Walmart adventure with the guillotine at the front entrance the other day.

So, although there is more to say about the “Nightmare Before Elm Street” event at the Walmart the other day, it’s useless to say the details... no one is going to send the kind of help that is required to stop the size and scope of the terror monstrosity that exists here.

I am optimistic that the man who was mesmerized with seeing the girls go into the ceiling found safe passage back to where he came from, maybe can send proper help.

6:50 pm.

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7:22 pm:

Maybe you don’t believe what I explained there.

I think you need to start thinking in bigger ways than the you have been programmed to think.

Was it the Pope? I don‘t know for sure, I don‘t claim to know who the “Transgender Walmart Front Entrance Patrol” was, that does not matter, is not as important as the event itself, all of the characters involved are terror soldiers, that is the important part.

I can say that when I have seen the Pope’s come to town before, there is also a presence of support people that are also present, they have a particular set of characteristics about them, and, those kinds of people were all in charge at the Walmart, wearing the vests, moving around the inventory pallet jack’s all over the place, at a very unusual time of day for inventory work, afternoon day time is not customary for those small forklift style pallet jacks to be so many, and there were many of them all with about one-half to one-third capacity of boxed store items on them, and, none of the items on the small size forklifts were marked with any brand name on the boxes. So, maybe  20 of those moving around in the store, each with generic brown color, white color, some green color boxes on them, none of which were very big boxes, stacked, arranged loosely on those pallet jacks. But it’s the people who were using the pallet jacks that are more interesting, but more difficult to explain why they are interesting to look at.

First, those people tend to be women, about 60 years old. They tend to all have the same hair style, curly shoulder length grey hair. They all are about 5′5″ or shorter. Each one looks the same as the other one. It’s easy to look at them and think about “Thing One, and Thing Two” from “Cat in the Hat” for reasons that only Sigmund Freud will know.

After careful thought, those women all look very similar to Joan Phillips of 507 Jackpine Dr.Grants Pass Oregon 97526, who I have explained is the leading terror command for as far as I am able to see, regional, global terror leadership over a great distance is at 507 Jackpine, and, Myers at 560 is SAG nbc Universal Comcast Studios version of Joan Phillips, and Bruce & Janice Freeberg of 535 Jackpine is terror Air Force leadership, also regional, maybe Global. Bruce has been dead a long time, is inside of stolen F-18 fighter jet two-seat trainer in the bottom of the Pacific Ocean for about 15 or more years. (Harold Phillips died about five or six years ago, was leader, now is Joan. Rumor is that Phillips are blood relation to Windsor Royalty. They pronounce the name as “Felps” if you are listening to chatter.)

Those people all have a look on their faces that is blank... like lobotomy patients or some other blankness, absence of inner light, souless looking people wandering around while pushing inventory freight pallet jacks around wearing Walmart vests, blue ones.

They stop when you pass by, and stare with blank facial expression that is so weird, you just want to move away from there.

Those people are not the regular Walmart terror assassins. those are more specialized Pope Vatican style Cat in the Hat terror gas warriors... they really do look like zombie face, or other way to explain lobotomy might be a real possibility about why they look the way they do. Physically normal, emotionally not present... blanks.

They have been here in Grants Pass at the other times when I saw the Pope’s.

Also, other SAG looking people were there, you can see that they are SAG actors by the props they use, the heavy character make-up, Hollywood Movie style heavy transforming make-up, the kind that is applied with small trowel, then painted, can‘t see it after that.

Most of that activity with inventory was at the Electronics Department. I saw one of those SAG Make-Up warriors who was playing role of store shopper, go from Grocery Customer, to Electronics Department Walmart Associate. he just went into the back, parked his shopping cart, grabbed a vest, and Viola! Electronics Guru was there. That guy had a beard with a pony tail about 12″ wrapped with fabric small beard coat, colorful, Rastafarian style, is there to draw attention away from more Vatican Souless ideas, towards other, media promotional bad-guy ideas.

Many pretty girls at the Walmart, all of them seem to be wearing very tight fitting leotard style yoga pants, very revealing distractive pants.

All of that is part of usual terror there, other than the “Lobotomy Blanks”... the Guillotine is part of the usual, the Pope is not.

Electronics Department was special circumstance that day. Unusual activity at the door that leads to the inventory at electronics there. Lots of Forklift Pallet Jack w/blank drivers going in and out, was cluster fuck traffic jam there at electronics w/special carts.

8:03 pm.

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9:01 pm:

Some things about “Walmart COVID Front Entrance Monitor w/Tablet Size Electronic Gizmo”:

He is always there now. Been there since around spring time 2020 when the very industrial style dividers between front door entrance, and front door exit started to happen. At first, that divider was a piece of hardware, looks like an Easy-Up Canopy style extendable folding portable fence, scissors style extension technology. That was temporary, but Tablet Man Monitor is permanent fixture. That divider is always there now, but configuration varies, could be some movie theater style rope dividers, or, could be a lot of shopping carts put there to keep the “In Door” aisle, separated from the “Out Door” aisle at that entrance area. The entrance is neither inside, nor outside of the shopping store, it’s a grey area, that idea is present at all of the COVID sort of attack zones around, some kind of non-descript place between.

Electronic Tablet Gizmo Man is only obvious at Walmart as far as I can see, but at smaller venues, the Smart Phone Blue-Tooth Scouts serve the same function.

I say the Walmart has “Debit Card Chip Blue-Tooth Remote Scan“ technology, and I am aware of other, wondering variety of scouts who have the same thing in a smaller devise than Walmart COVID Monitor does. I walked right over to him that day and told him to his face that he was reading card chips, I looked at the device, the screen is blank grey when I looked. He had just stepped into position at the time.

The explanation I was told, about a long time ago, before there was debit card chips on the cards we use for paying, and has been repeated as a further explanation is that the device sends out a signal that makes a three dimensional map of a area within range. That signal finds, wraps around in three dimensions, a signal of the things it is looking for. A debit card chip in your pocket or wallet is the kind of thing it can find. The device, I am told, sends and receives that mapping signal, software cross-referenced to banking data bases, matches the physical shape of the chips on cards, that it finds. The information then knows who you are, as you pass by Walmart COVID Monitor, and other roving equivalents of the COVID Monitor at Walmart, but with smaller devices. They know your banking balance that way and who you are in a parking lot from about twenty feet away I have seen, as a small group of people say: “He has the card with him” when I walk into 6th Street Market.

All of that is not even necessary though, could be bait, because at Fred Meyer and at Walmart, the cash register screen has already been showing the cashiers the banking balances of the store customers as they are at the checkout, been going on for more than a decade like that. Someone with big balance is called “a Whale” at that time. “Get the Boston Whaler”... “Load the harpoon“, “Tell Quint his order is ready”... “Little Buddy!” any kind of whale hunting jargon is shouted when big balance is shown on the grocery store checkout screen. Fred Meyer systems are directly connected to JP Morgan Chase Bank Systems at the checkout grocery screen for many years. That is why I advise caution when asking too many questions about blue-tooth card reading capabilities. It’s not that they don‘t use it, it’s that it’s not necessary, they have it hard wired for banking info of victims.

Walgreen‘s Pharmacy uses wiz-bang modern card reading tech at the checkout, just touch your card to the debit machine, you don‘t have to insert the card at the Walgreen‘s.

Fred Meyer is the big fish for looking at Bank Hijack. Kroger Foods, all of it.

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10:02 pm:

Walmart Entrance Russian Fractal Hoax Mother:

Too much attention is drawn to the entrance at the Walmart, there so much stuff that happens there, changes made, distractions, you could say stuff, and then keep saying Walmart Front Entrance forever, so, you have to fly around in the Russian Mother Hoax to find answers to questions that are not asked at the front entrance.

West Side Story is where answers are at for the Grants Pass Walmart, other Walmart’s may be different story than West Side Story.... it’s that other entrance, the one on the West Side that no one is interested in because of so much going on at East Side Entrance.

Go to West Side Story for a minute, look at the movie details at IMDB.com, look for SAG Cards there.

First thing, is they snap their fingers while walking in a gang and singing... ok...

Bewitched then.

Where is Tabatha?

Which one of the “Derwood’s” is on the screen? Old Derwood? or new. replacement Derwood?

There is a lot of Russian Hoax just right there, at Walmart.

Then, snap your fingers again, because the movie Grease is a lot like West Side Story, sort of, so, you have to talk to Suzanne Sommers there on Van Nuys Blvd on Cruze night in around 1975 or so in that Thunderbird, has a port-hole, so, you know you are at the right place when you zoom back to Salvation Army Bell Ringer at the Walmart East Entrance who are wearing those US navy knock-off uniforms.

The details are all over the place here. It’s deep water, lots of seaweed, there are coral reefs, many small fish, very diversified set of Russian (Walmart) Mother Hoax by way of Van Nuys California Circuit Courts nearby where the Grease movie was filmed.

Too much is going on to be specific.

Van Nuys is going to be a very big fish here in that West Side Story that snaps to Bewitched where Tabatha is so cute when she wiggles her nose, and they tried to sneak a new Derwood into the picture like no one is going to notice that on Amazon Prime Time network television in 1966 or something like that, for crying out loud.

(Jim Dunlop with Cry Baby Wah-Wah peddle and “Snarling Dogs” knurled guitar picks just showed up on Cracker Jack Hoax Decoder Ring Radar... too much is going on here in Van Nuys Courthouse... Need some assistance please.)

“GREASE”... I think the title is in all caps, have to go look to make sure.

10:28 pm.

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West Park Hospital

West Valley Precinct

Golden West Billiards

All Valley Automotive Service (formerly West Valley Automotive Service)

The place next door to All Valley Automotive Service is very special, highly regarded, over and over again, guarded.

and

Tommy’s Hamburger’s

Those are on the Van Nuys Russian Hoax Mother Courthouse, but it’s all protected with a House of Mirrors, and a lot smoke, all kinds of smoke.

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Eventually, you wind up here in the Russian Hoax Mother, at all of the Thunderbirds episodes.

That, all leads to Rocketdyne in Simi Valley.

That will take you to “Fake Rocketdyne” on DeSoto Ave... just stay away for now, there is bigger fish to fry than the ones on DeSoto.

You might have to swing by to find the real Charles Manson, and figure out why so much effort was put onto the fake Charles Manson in the prison.

There is going to be a lot of Spawn right there, they will make you put the Ranch sauce when you are looking for some vinegar.

Walmart West Side Story is a deep place. Lots going on there. Includes some Squeekie Wheel Terror Comm, but, you already found the GREASE for that, so, you know you are at the right place.

Later, if we don‘t stop the terror coup, all of the stores are going to be places where you need to know the secret door knock to get inside, to get some food. We are almost there now.

Better swing by over at the Chaos HQ, talk to Maxwell Smart, bring your own phone booth, Superman.

(shit, here come Jerry Seinfeld on the RADAR... Nueman!)

)12-14-2020: The CIA, FBI, and Secret Service don‘t hold a candle to these 1960′s Thunderbird’s episodes for when it comes down to training of personnel within their ranks. This stuff is top notch, does not get much better when you consider it’s stealth presentation right there in front of everyone, while delivering the training direct to the living rooms of the people signed up for the training, through covert publications such as TV GUIDE. These episodes are double-whammy terror masterpieces. They simultaneously train the terror army, while setting up the victims, and, promote pedophilia incorporated into the command chain of the terror soldiers being trained, all at the same time, in the same episode. To get a more complete education from these, you have to also look at the companion series called “David & Goliath”, also are claymation style productions. There, you can find where the Christian Guilt is etched in stone into the minds of the young terror trainees of the time period, all of which are in their 50′s, 60′s and 70′s today, and are very dangerous terror soldiers, when their education was further enhanced by the third leg of the Trinity of the education tactic at the churches, in person, with special follow up to the introductory lessons taught on the television within the Thunderbird's, and David & Goliath. That episode above has much going on, but I will say that much of the message is that the title, the “Uninvited” is reference to flame, fire, many ways that nitrous oxide can be ignited, and is bad for the trainees. “Fire is Uninvited” could be gleaned from the episode.(

(Fast Forward to more contemporary, similar training to Inspector Gadget cartoons. There is likely to be a companion to that also to play the guilt card, and in association to Saturday and Sunday Church Service follow up and guidance, depending on religious denomination preferences, or, orders for particular denomination selection from higher leadership. I suspect Ivy League goes to Church on Sunday, leadership church, soldier church happens on Saturdays, maybe, sort of, at least to some extent. So, “What is the sister, companion Television program that accompanies Inspector Gadget?”, is a good question, I don‘t know what it could be)

)Once you begin to see what has been happening with the Russian Mother of all Hoaxes, then you could start to see that the television programs presented something for all age groups, all different kinds of people, either to train them as terror soldiers and lead them toward the churches for personal guidance in addition to the programming, or, to set them up as victims with special conditioning for that, all inside of the TV programs. Just look at 1960′s - 1970′s soap opera’s to see how the women were targeted that way. Why was their no hospital in the entire General Hospital decades of episodes? I don’t know why that happened, but it did happen. There was something for everyone, to be trained as a Christian terror soldier, or operative, or, to be set-up to be victimized by them. They play both hands on the TV programs, while leading everyone towards the church, where the decisions are made, judgement is cast at the Church. Both times I went to church in my lifetime, were bad experience, I did not like it.(

(If you step the fuck back, and then glue together I Love Lucy with Gilligan’s Island, what do you get? They happened about at the same period of time.

You get Cuban Missal Crisis in your living room while the husband is away at night, things a little loose, as Lucy is always trying to find some kind of hobby to occupy her time without having to do too much Splainin‘ to Ricky when he finally comes home and there is no radio there, in the living room where you are stranded watching, being entertained by Ginger and Mary Ann is so wholesome right there, the professor are not able to reach land, the skipper looks important, but... well... Gilligan tries to keep a positive outlook while Babaloo is playing on the native drums on the other side of the island, that apartment upstairs where the people must be elephants or something and you can’t hear the TV. Everyone is stranded, but entertained, it’s a little loose, and the Cubans are not bad guys after all, they are on TV in the living room while we ride the exorcise bike to try to get a signal out on the radio while the rich people “The Third” are looking on, with nice clothes, and some bubbly.

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11:06 pm:

I need to put a conclusion here for this entry to make some sense, but the decoding work hasn‘t even been started yet.

I have to make reminder of the Pope’s Crucifix to do this, I already explained some of it before, so, quick reminder is that the horizontal part is about things that happen on the surface, they go sideways.

The vertical is more about ideas, intangible stuff, it’s where the Pope’e elevator is at, can go up to heavenly ideas, can go down under all of that sideways activity that happens on the horizontal part, towards hell.

Walmart East Entrance is the Horizontal part of the Pope’s crucifix, shit goes sideways there, big time.

That other, West Side entrance is the one no one is concerned with, there is a fire hazard waiting to happen over there, the door is all locked up because Salem Oregon said COVID rules make it too dangerous to use that West Side Door (disregard Dora the explorer as she swims by here, it’s Ellen Degenerous, OK? You really don‘t need any more info than that when Dora is swimming by) and there are no Fire Marshall's anywhere to be found while that door is locked shut.

That, the West Side, is where the questions are at, but there is no one asking any questions, so, the Vertical Part of the Pope’s Crusifix is doing some kind of Hokus Pokus that is keeping the common sense away from there. The Vertical Part is diverted over to the horizontal part of the Pope’s Crucifix, and there is one very small door available on the side, special, for “Walmart Associates” where going in and coming out, is simplified, at least, it appears that way.

Basically, physical activity on the Horizontal Axis, while the Mental Exercise happens on the Vertical Axis. Complications happen with addition of René Descartes and it all turns French after that.

You still have to walk through the carnival games to use that door, they all have a coin slot.

So you do your thinking over on the Vertical Axis at the Wast Side, but it’s crazy there, will blow your mind. Otherwise, you can use the Horizontal Axis at the East Side, a one way trip for most people.

There is that small place to go in and out, special people door, they get a redo or something, I don‘t know how that works, I think they pass out Bit Coin over there, Stirling Air Money.

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12-14-2020: 12:21 am:

Although all of that San Fernando Valley came up on the Grants Pass Walmart Decoder at the West Side Story, much of that could have been planted to show up like that, SAG Writers Guild is evil like that, they can do shit like, while walking and chewing gum.

It’s a trap to go into Southern California, so, without military, that place is worse than Grants Pass is. Looks like bait.

Send help to Oregon.

Please send medical services.

Bring your own hospital.

12:26 pm.

[deonheim30]

The 2019 Chevrolet Corvette ZR1 Is Actually AMAZING

Next to me is the 2019 Corvette ZR1The fastest Corvette ever madeAnd with a base price of $118,900, the most expensive Corvette ever madeSo is the ZR1 worth the money and can it keep up with supercars of modern dayThat’s what i’m here to find outSpecial thanks to StreetSpeed717 for loaning me this car, this is his personal babyAnd I really appreciate it, I’ve got a link in the description below to his channel if you wanna check it outUnder the massive hood of the ZR1 is a 2. 6 liter, supercharged V8Dubbed the LT5It’s actually very similar in architecture to the ZO6’s LT4Only the blower is 52% largerLet’s go ahead and pop the hood, In fact the new 2. 65 liter blower was so bigThat they had to completely redesign the hood in order for this to fitAnd in order to keep up with the amount of fuel required for the ZR1 at full loadNot only does this have direct injection, they had to supplement it with port injection as wellAll combined it results in a massive 750HP and 715PFT (Pound Feet of Torque)Oh yeah, and the top speed of 212 miles an hourAround the back we have a newly designed quad tip exhaustThat makes this ZR1 the loudest Corvette ever madeAnd under full load when the exhaust is heated and up to tempatureIt shoots massive blue flamesNow not the type of flames where you accelerate and let off the gas and then is shoots flames for a couple secondsI’m talking about, when your flat out in the ZR1 it shoots a blue flame. . . the entire time your on the gasLike this is some sort of rocket shipNow you’ll notice this wing is a little bit small for the ultimate track CorvetteThat’s because it’s one of two downforce options that Chevy calls the "low wing"The other one is the high wing and that produces 60% more downforceThan the current ZO6 with the same levels of dragIt’s also fully adjustable up to 5 degreesIf you look at the rear windowA ton of tiny Corvette logosThat forms this nice gradientDid they have to do that on the rear window? Absolutely not, but it’s pretty cool that they didthe front facia of the ZR1 now has 3 air intakesinstead of oneThat helps feed air over the newly added radiatorsIn fact there are 4 additional radiators over the ZO6For a total of 13 heat exchangersThat’s actually 3 more than a Bugatti Chiron hasCooling was huge issue on the ZO6When it was first released and Chevy didn’t want to make the same mistake againWell the previous generation ZR1 featured a clear poly-carbonate windowIn the hood so that you could see the superchargerThey didn’t do that with the new ZR1 that’s becauseThe power-train actually sits 3 inches higherThan any other CorvettesSo as an engineering challenge, developing a hoodThat both fits over the superchargerand doesn’t completely obstruct the view of the driver was quite difficultThey’ve done that. . . Sort of,Come around to the side of the ZR1 and you’ll notice the massive wheel archesThese are actually half an inch wider than the Zo6 to help incorporate theTo help incorporate the wider 10. 5 inch front wheel285 section tires on the front335’s out back with Michelin Pilot SuperSportsIs that enough to tame 755HP, just to the rear wheelsWe’ll find out, the side profile of the ZR1 actually looksVery similar to the ZO6Minus this large carbon fiber vent heredoesn’t have that ZO6 insignia looks a little bit coolerThe interior of the ZR1 feels very similar to that of a ZO6It’s familiar yet still upscale and classyWeve got a plethora of carbon fiberAlcantara, leatherand you can tell that Chevy took criticism into consideration with the C6 generationAs they radically improved the interior for the C7And even upped the game a little bit more in the ZR1There are 2 trim options for the interior of the ZR1We have the 1ZR package and the 3ZR packageThe 3ZR being the more expansive upscale versionIt comes with heated and ventilated seatscustom lether interior a ten speaker BOSE sound systemIt even had this camera in the frontThat allows you to see exactly where the curb isSo that you don’t smash the bumper of your ZR1Into a curb, it also comes with PDR as standardAnd a few other optinons as wellWith the 3ZR package you also get 11 interior color choicesInstead of just one in the base packageand because this is a ZR1You have tons of space in the back like all CorvettesI love the fact that this is a full fledged supercarYet you can also carry around a lot of luggage15 cubic feet of spaceLets compare that to the GT3 RS another car that’sClose to this one in its competition on the trackThat only has 4. 4 cubic feet of storageNot even closeAlright well enough talking just stationaryLet’s go ahead and put this in first gear and take it for a spin[sounds of heavens gates opening][and closing]This ZR1 is fitted with the optionalCompetition seats they grip you in place a lot betterAnd they look a lot nicer than the normal GT seatsIf I had to describeThe driving experience of the ZR1with one word it would be brutalwhether its the sound or the accelerationEverything about the ZR1 is intense and rawStandard of the ZR1Is magnetic ride suspension that scans the roadEvery single milisecond andcan make corrections in as little as 15 milisecondsto make sure the suspension is set upoptimally for for the conditions aheadWe have 3 different driving modes in the ZR1That can be selected via this toggle in the center area hereWe’ve got "Tour", "Sport", and "Track"There used to be two additional modes, wet and ecoOn the ZO6 but, we don’t need wet and ecoOn the ZR1 there’s also four differentexhaust settings as wellThere’s "Tour "Sport" "Track" and"Pussy" I mean stealth mode, please never use stealth modeNot only are the driving modes customizableChanging the throttle response and steering effortSuspension layoutThe actual dash Display is customizable as wellYour able to link them or make them independentof what mode your in track mode has this lovelyhorizontal display where the tachometerRevs this way, the rest look like familiar circular tachometersThat’s why I leave it in tracThere’s a brilliant heads-up display that has 3 different settings as wellWith varying amounts of information from what gear your in, RPMAs well as speed, I like the track settingWith all the performance data on that as wellIf you equip your ZR1, which this one doesn’t haveWith the optional ZTK packageThat gives you Pilot Sport Cup 2’sInstead of Pilot Super Sports for more gripYou also get a re-tuned magnetic ride suspensionWith 30% higher spring rates in the frontAnd 13% higher spring rates in the rearIt also gives you a massive carbon fiber front splitterAnd the higher carbon fiber rear winggenerating over 950 pounds of downforceAt it’s new top speed of202 miles an hour, know the difference of ten miles an hour becauseBecause of that extra drag caused by the downforceThe ZR1 has 2 transmission optionsA 7 speed manual fitted in this carAnd a 8 speed automatic having drivenA ton of automatic ZO6’sThey have lackluster paddle responceWhen you leave it in automatic mode, sure it upshifts and downshiftsPretty quick but having a carAt that level of performanceWhen you clock the paddle there’s a significant delay in downshiftsIt’s just disappointing and that’s why I thinkNo matter what you should get your ZR1 with a manualSure it’s 755 HPWith a manual it’s definitely a handfulAnd you might be a little slower in the quarter mileAnd around the track then the automatic equipped carBut there no denyingIt’s a heck of a lot more funAnd you might notice on the steering wheel itself there’s actually paddlesMounted behind it but what do the paddles do if i’m in a manual carWell both of them actually activate automatic revmatchingI have that off right now and if i’m in third gearand I downshift into second I have to actually revmatch myselfOtherwise the car lurches and the wheels spin soNormal downshifts there, but if I click the revmatching buttonI’ll shift back up into thirdLet’s go to fourth watch thisYou all of the sudden seem like the best manual transmission driver everGo into third perfect downshift, go into second, perfect downshift [exited giggles] It’s totally cheating but it is a little bit funLet’s turn that back off thoughI can throw my own gears[A Car Lovers Music][Parker Laughing At The Merciless Sounds That Exit A ZR1]This thing is scary755 Horsepower[Sweet Mother Off V8’s that exhast note is beautiful] *Parker didn’t say that, thats just the only way to explain the noise*Oh wow it is a lot of powerHaHaThe steering feel in the ZR1 is fantasticIt’s nice and heavy it feels precise and directMaking the ZR1 feel nimbleAnd easy to dance around the trackIt actually set the Virginia International Raceway Lap RecordGoing around the track 1. 4 seconds fasterThan the new Ford GTThat’s a really big victory for Chevy especially consideringThe Ford GT with options is closer to $500,000 which isEsentialy four times more thanA ZR1, certainly not getting four times the performanceIn fact, actually this car is faster in every measurable statisticNow a lot of people have been referencingThe 7 minute and 12 second Nurburgring lap timeIf in fact the ZR1 did actually set a 7:12 Nurburgring lap timeThat would be pretty embarrasing, the new generation GT3 RSWith 245 less horsepower than the ZR1Just did it in 6:56That’s actually not the case for the ZR1Yes it did a 7:12, but that was recorded unofficialyBy bystanders on the side of the roadWith there own measuring equipment, there’s now way to know if there was trafficon the other side of the trackOr if it was raining or snowing on the other side as wellAnd they where simply testing the ZR1Setting benchmarks, they weren’t actually going all out for the lap timeConsidering the new Viper ACRWas able to do it in the low 7 minutesActually 7:01:03, this things is surelyCapable of a sub 7 minute lap time, what about acceleration statistics?Well as you’d imagineWith a car that weighs 3,500 poundsAnd has 755 horsepowerThey’re pretty crazy0-60 happens in a face ripping 2. 85 secondsAnd the quarter mile in 10. 6At 134 mphThat is serious speed, now how does that compare to it’s moreexpensive foreign rivalsWell a Ferrari 488 does 0-60 in 2. 7 seconds, a little bit faster, and it does the quarter mile inIn an identical 10. 6 at 135 mphSecond gear roll on the throttle, it’s a little damp out[The elegant sound of a 755hp LT5 all american beauty of a Chevy V8]HOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOThe fact that this is stock and you can just buy this2019 Cheverolet Corvette ZR1 GoodnessOh my god that’s ac. . . that is actually terrifyingWhat’s insane is, the ZR1 is nowOffered in convertible formThats right if you live in california and you want limitless headroomand weather isn’t a concern you can get it in a convertibleAnd the top can reatract at speeds up to 30 mphDoes it make sense to get a track performance monster as a convertibleNot necessarily, but some people might want thatAnother new feature although its nothing new is thePerformance Data Recorder (PDR), this actually comes standardWith the 3ZR packageThat gives you the ability to record lap timesBoth with data, also with audioand visual, there is a cameramounted on the back of the rear view mirror, there’s also a dedicatedInterior microphone for the PDR system as wellBut my favorite part is valet modeWhen you put the PDR system in valet mode it recordsAll around the front of the carSo you can see whats happening outside the car and it also records the audio insideSo if you let somebody else drive your carWho knows Mike (StreetSpeed7171) might be recording me right nowAnd upload some weird video in case I do something crazy in his carA corvette actually captured my GallardoWhile I wasn’t driving crashing into a walland catching air, thankfully it was on film so I couldSo I could figure out exactly what happened to my carJust take this in We have Mike aka StreetSpeed717 in the car nowSo youve had this car for it looks like 2,295 miles, and before that you had a ZO6Yeah I’ve had 2 ZO6’s, and 2 StingraysAnd now a ZR1, so I’ve had the lineup, well except for a Grand Sport, I guess that’s the one i’m missingWhat do you think of it so farWell this one it’s an incredible machine, it’s so, just crazy in your face aggresiveAnd loud, the sound it makes bone stockIt has such a aggressive crazy exhaust bone stockYa know probably, i’m gonna make it louder at some pointBut it really doesn’t need. . . This is one of the few cars that doesn’t need to be louderAnd your not maiing an excuse like, "Oh, well it doesn’t need to be louder cause I wanna daily drive it"Or so on and so forth, it actually doesn’t need to be any louder because it doesn’t freaking need to be louder, it is so loudBut yeah, it’s been a great 250,000 milesIt had it’s first track day, ya know where this car is supposed to be drivenDid very well, felt very stable, was keeping up with Mclarens all day long And I’m not a track driverYa know, I’m getting betterI’m in no way an expert at allAnd I’m still keeping up with cars of that caliber that easilySo you where saying something very interesting and that wasThis is the current highest horsepower manual car on saleYeah, I mean this is one thing that iv’e touched on multiple times in my videosAnd I haven’t heard anyone else say it, I haven’t heard an interview, I havent heard GM like boast about itBut I feel like its the case, and if it’s not the case, so be itBut, I feel like this is the most powerful production car you can buy with a manual transmissionAnd i’m not talking about like Koenigsegg or Pagani, who’ll build you your own, ZondaBut, you know, actual production carsAnd I feel like this is the most powerfull oneYeah, cause the Demons only an autoThe Zl1 Obviously less power, I cant think ofanything eitherThe only thing potential thing that could have more power than this is the new GT500I’d rather have this though, cause it can lap a track and go crazy fast in a straight lineWe’ll see about that, i’m exited to see that carWell dude thanks again for letting me drive this carIt was raining earlier, so the fact that you trusted me out hereIn a 755 HP RWD carAppreciate thatLike always please browse the channel and subscribe, subscribe to Mike if you haven’t already, link in the description belowI look foward to seeing you, in the next video

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[jesusvasser]

The Vapor Rub: Summer versus Winter Gasoline Explained

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Every September 15, as we resist switching to long sleeves and heated seats, fuel stations in all 48 continental states must begin dispensing winter-grade gasoline under strict federal deadlines. But topping off in Chicago isn’t the same tankful as in Boise. Enter the confusingly zoned world of winter and summer gasoline.

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Starting in 1989 before the 1990 Clean Air Act, the Environmental Protection Agency began restricting the volatility of retail gasoline sold in the summer. Volatility is the point at which a liquid evaporates, or vaporizes, and while that’s advantageous for a pot of pasta, it’s pretty bad for gasoline. Gasoline vapor contributes to ground-level ozone, which in turn contributes to smog and respiratory problems including congestion, coughing, and chest pains. Cars can suffer vapor lock, where the gasoline vaporizes before it reaches the fuel pump. Evaporative emission-control systems (EVAP), which use a charcoal filter in the gas tank to soak up vapors that are then mixed back into the throttle body, have largely fixed this problem since the 1970s. But when it’s hot outside, gasoline has a greater chance of evaporating from your car’s fuel system.

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Federal law prohibits gasoline with a Reid vapor pressure (RVP) greater than 9.0 pounds per square inch to be sold at retail stations from June 1 through September 15. (Geeky side note: RVP is not a traditional pressure reading. Under the American Society for Testing and Materials’ D323-99a standard, one part gasoline is submerged in a dual-chambered container with four parts air in a water bath at 100 degrees Fahrenheit. A gauge measures the resulting vapor pressure in the air chamber. Therefore, the RVP measures a gasoline’s vapor pressure at 100 degrees, not at ambient temperature.)

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Certain metro areas in 14 states designated by the EPA as high-ozone “attainment areas” set lower RVPs of either 7.8 or 7.0 psi. California has a 7.0-psi limit, which drops to 6.9 psi for nonoxygenated fuels. The Golden State’s perpetual summer weather means summer-grade low-RVP gasoline must be sold starting as early as April 1 and as late as October 31. Other U.S. cities such as Phoenix extend summer-grade fuels into the fall. During emergencies that cause fuel shortages, the EPA relaxes its rules. Areas of Texas swamped by Hurricane Harvey, for instance, were allowed to sell gasoline up to 11.5 psi RVP through late September.

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According to ExxonMobil, there are at least 14 unique types of summer-grade fuel sold nationwide. While the majority of states fill up with conventional 9.0-psi RVP gasoline, refiners must produce blends that are oxygenated, to reduce carbon monoxide; reformulated, in 17 states, to further reduce ozone and smog-forming toxins; for California only; and more. It gets trickier with ethanol. Since 97 percent of all gasoline sold contains ethanol—and, according to the American Petroleum Institute, ethanol blended up to 10 percent results in gasoline with a 10.0-psi RVP—the EPA counts such blends, called E10, as meeting the 9.0-psi standard. But many states, including the entire Northeastern seaboard from Delaware to Maine, don’t cut ethanol any slack. So gasoline refiners must be creative to reduce summer gas volatility, and creativity is expensive.

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Whatever the blend, refiners reduce the concentration of butane—a cheaper additive with an exceptionally high RVP of 52 psi—down to about 2 percent. That means using higher concentrations of pricier additives, such as alkylates and reformates, and sometimes a lengthier refining process that slightly reduces yields. All of that—and processing those 14 special blends—helps drive up pump prices during the summer. Some states specify multiple summer blends. Others, like Arizona, use state-only “boutique” fuels year-round. This is why gas prices can vary widely across counties within just one state.

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Despite those higher prices, summer gasoline contains about 1.7 percent more energy than winter gasoline. Warmup times aside, that’s why you could measure reduced fuel economy outside the summer months. Winter gasoline varies widely in volatility throughout the season. Refiners constantly adjust their RVP to as high as 15 psi—higher than sea-level atmospheric pressure, which is 14.7 psi—to help the gasoline ignite more easily in colder temperatures. The vapor pressure varies by month, region, and octane. In frigid temperatures, higher-volatility fuel is essential and does not cause the smog effect it would in the summer. Using low-RVP fuel is a nonstarter in freezing weather; the engine won’t turn over or might misfire.

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Corn Nuts: Bill to Squeeze More Ethanol into Gas Tanks Is Stalled—For Now

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Trump EPA Opens Comment Period on Possible Change in Fuel-Economy Standards

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Explained: Why Some Engines Have Both Port and Direct Injection

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It is a complicated process, but in general, gasoline refiners make the summer-to-winter switch so seamlessly that you should expect consistent, clean performance from your car’s engine regardless of the season or where you live.

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[eddiejpoplar]

The Vapor Rub: Summer versus Winter Gasoline Explained

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Every September 15, as we resist switching to long sleeves and heated seats, fuel stations in all 48 continental states must begin dispensing winter-grade gasoline under strict federal deadlines. But topping off in Chicago isn’t the same tankful as in Boise. Enter the confusingly zoned world of winter and summer gasoline.

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Starting in 1989 before the 1990 Clean Air Act, the Environmental Protection Agency began restricting the volatility of retail gasoline sold in the summer. Volatility is the point at which a liquid evaporates, or vaporizes, and while that’s advantageous for a pot of pasta, it’s pretty bad for gasoline. Gasoline vapor contributes to ground-level ozone, which in turn contributes to smog and respiratory problems including congestion, coughing, and chest pains. Cars can suffer vapor lock, where the gasoline vaporizes before it reaches the fuel pump. Evaporative emission-control systems (EVAP), which use a charcoal filter in the gas tank to soak up vapors that are then mixed back into the throttle body, have largely fixed this problem since the 1970s. But when it’s hot outside, gasoline has a greater chance of evaporating from your car’s fuel system.

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Federal law prohibits gasoline with a Reid vapor pressure (RVP) greater than 9.0 pounds per square inch to be sold at retail stations from June 1 through September 15. (Geeky side note: RVP is not a traditional pressure reading. Under the American Society for Testing and Materials’ D323-99a standard, one part gasoline is submerged in a dual-chambered container with four parts air in a water bath at 100 degrees Fahrenheit. A gauge measures the resulting vapor pressure in the air chamber. Therefore, the RVP measures a gasoline’s vapor pressure at 100 degrees, not at ambient temperature.)

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Certain metro areas in 14 states designated by the EPA as high-ozone “attainment areas” set lower RVPs of either 7.8 or 7.0 psi. California has a 7.0-psi limit, which drops to 6.9 psi for nonoxygenated fuels. The Golden State’s perpetual summer weather means summer-grade low-RVP gasoline must be sold starting as early as April 1 and as late as October 31. Other U.S. cities such as Phoenix extend summer-grade fuels into the fall. During emergencies that cause fuel shortages, the EPA relaxes its rules. Areas of Texas swamped by Hurricane Harvey, for instance, were allowed to sell gasoline up to 11.5 psi RVP through late September.

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According to ExxonMobil, there are at least 14 unique types of summer-grade fuel sold nationwide. While the majority of states fill up with conventional 9.0-psi RVP gasoline, refiners must produce blends that are oxygenated, to reduce carbon monoxide; reformulated, in 17 states, to further reduce ozone and smog-forming toxins; for California only; and more. It gets trickier with ethanol. Since 97 percent of all gasoline sold contains ethanol—and, according to the American Petroleum Institute, ethanol blended up to 10 percent results in gasoline with a 10.0-psi RVP—the EPA counts such blends, called E10, as meeting the 9.0-psi standard. But many states, including the entire Northeastern seaboard from Delaware to Maine, don’t cut ethanol any slack. So gasoline refiners must be creative to reduce summer gas volatility, and creativity is expensive.

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Whatever the blend, refiners reduce the concentration of butane—a cheaper additive with an exceptionally high RVP of 52 psi—down to about 2 percent. That means using higher concentrations of pricier additives, such as alkylates and reformates, and sometimes a lengthier refining process that slightly reduces yields. All of that—and processing those 14 special blends—helps drive up pump prices during the summer. Some states specify multiple summer blends. Others, like Arizona, use state-only “boutique” fuels year-round. This is why gas prices can vary widely across counties within just one state.

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Despite those higher prices, summer gasoline contains about 1.7 percent more energy than winter gasoline. Warmup times aside, that’s why you could measure reduced fuel economy outside the summer months. Winter gasoline varies widely in volatility throughout the season. Refiners constantly adjust their RVP to as high as 15 psi—higher than sea-level atmospheric pressure, which is 14.7 psi—to help the gasoline ignite more easily in colder temperatures. The vapor pressure varies by month, region, and octane. In frigid temperatures, higher-volatility fuel is essential and does not cause the smog effect it would in the summer. Using low-RVP fuel is a nonstarter in freezing weather; the engine won’t turn over or might misfire.

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Corn Nuts: Bill to Squeeze More Ethanol into Gas Tanks Is Stalled—For Now

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Trump EPA Opens Comment Period on Possible Change in Fuel-Economy Standards

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Explained: Why Some Engines Have Both Port and Direct Injection

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It is a complicated process, but in general, gasoline refiners make the summer-to-winter switch so seamlessly that you should expect consistent, clean performance from your car’s engine regardless of the season or where you live.

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Explained: Why Some Engines Have Both Port and Direct Injection

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The Vapor Rub: Summer versus Winter Gasoline Explained

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Every September 15, as we resist switching to long sleeves and heated seats, fuel stations in all 48 continental states must begin dispensing winter-grade gasoline under strict federal deadlines. But topping off in Chicago isn’t the same tankful as in Boise. Enter the confusingly zoned world of winter and summer gasoline.

–

Starting in 1989 before the 1990 Clean Air Act, the Environmental Protection Agency began restricting the volatility of retail gasoline sold in the summer. Volatility is the point at which a liquid evaporates, or vaporizes, and while that’s advantageous for a pot of pasta, it’s pretty bad for gasoline. Gasoline vapor contributes to ground-level ozone, which in turn contributes to smog and respiratory problems including congestion, coughing, and chest pains. Cars can suffer vapor lock, where the gasoline vaporizes before it reaches the fuel pump. Evaporative emission-control systems (EVAP), which use a charcoal filter in the gas tank to soak up vapors that are then mixed back into the throttle body, have largely fixed this problem since the 1970s. But when it’s hot outside, gasoline has a greater chance of evaporating from your car’s fuel system.

–

Federal law prohibits gasoline with a Reid vapor pressure (RVP) greater than 9.0 pounds per square inch to be sold at retail stations from June 1 through September 15. (Geeky side note: RVP is not a traditional pressure reading. Under the American Society for Testing and Materials’ D323-99a standard, one part gasoline is submerged in a dual-chambered container with four parts air in a water bath at 100 degrees Fahrenheit. A gauge measures the resulting vapor pressure in the air chamber. Therefore, the RVP measures a gasoline’s vapor pressure at 100 degrees, not at ambient temperature.)

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Certain metro areas in 14 states designated by the EPA as high-ozone “attainment areas” set lower RVPs of either 7.8 or 7.0 psi. California has a 7.0-psi limit, which drops to 6.9 psi for nonoxygenated fuels. The Golden State’s perpetual summer weather means summer-grade low-RVP gasoline must be sold starting as early as April 1 and as late as October 31. Other U.S. cities such as Phoenix extend summer-grade fuels into the fall. During emergencies that cause fuel shortages, the EPA relaxes its rules. Areas of Texas swamped by Hurricane Harvey, for instance, were allowed to sell gasoline up to 11.5 psi RVP through late September.

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According to ExxonMobil, there are at least 14 unique types of summer-grade fuel sold nationwide. While the majority of states fill up with conventional 9.0-psi RVP gasoline, refiners must produce blends that are oxygenated, to reduce carbon monoxide; reformulated, in 17 states, to further reduce ozone and smog-forming toxins; for California only; and more. It gets trickier with ethanol. Since 97 percent of all gasoline sold contains ethanol—and, according to the American Petroleum Institute, ethanol blended up to 10 percent results in gasoline with a 10.0-psi RVP—the EPA counts such blends, called E10, as meeting the 9.0-psi standard. But many states, including the entire Northeastern seaboard from Delaware to Maine, don’t cut ethanol any slack. So gasoline refiners must be creative to reduce summer gas volatility, and creativity is expensive.

–

Whatever the blend, refiners reduce the concentration of butane—a cheaper additive with an exceptionally high RVP of 52 psi—down to about 2 percent. That means using higher concentrations of pricier additives, such as alkylates and reformates, and sometimes a lengthier refining process that slightly reduces yields. All of that—and processing those 14 special blends—helps drive up pump prices during the summer. Some states specify multiple summer blends. Others, like Arizona, use state-only “boutique” fuels year-round. This is why gas prices can vary widely across counties within just one state.

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Despite those higher prices, summer gasoline contains about 1.7 percent more energy than winter gasoline. Warmup times aside, that’s why you could measure reduced fuel economy outside the summer months. Winter gasoline varies widely in volatility throughout the season. Refiners constantly adjust their RVP to as high as 15 psi—higher than sea-level atmospheric pressure, which is 14.7 psi—to help the gasoline ignite more easily in colder temperatures. The vapor pressure varies by month, region, and octane. In frigid temperatures, higher-volatility fuel is essential and does not cause the smog effect it would in the summer. Using low-RVP fuel is a nonstarter in freezing weather; the engine won’t turn over or might misfire.

–

–

Corn Nuts: Bill to Squeeze More Ethanol into Gas Tanks Is Stalled—For Now

–

Trump EPA Opens Comment Period on Possible Change in Fuel-Economy Standards

–

Explained: Why Some Engines Have Both Port and Direct Injection

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It is a complicated process, but in general, gasoline refiners make the summer-to-winter switch so seamlessly that you should expect consistent, clean performance from your car’s engine regardless of the season or where you live.

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Laying on his back, Lance stared up at the roof of the command room of the Telula. How long it'd been since he'd left the Atlas, he had no idea, only that his tears had run dry. Once again he was alone. Once again his heart was broken by the one he'd loved. Only... this time was different. This time there was nothing to live for. Planning a hundred juniper berries wouldn't make Keith come after him. Planting a million wouldn't ease his broken soul. The fragile web of trust they'd spun had been torn to pieces right before his eyes. Keith had not only lied to him, he'd spilled his deepest darkest secrets to his mother. That explained why Krolia hadn't spoken to him before the meeting, she was probably silently judging him, waiting for the right time to admit she'd known he was naive and stupid all along. She couldn't let someone as dirty as him be with her only son. The Galra prided themselves on strength, where as he wasn't even able to make it through most days without something startling or panicking him. What good was he anyway? No one listened. Shiro hadn't wanted to hand over control of the meeting, but he'd taken it away like he deserved a place there, and like he deserved to be telling any of them how to do their jobs. However long he'd been gone, it'd been long enough for his heat to come. Long enough for his body to be screaming out for Keith's touches. His kisses. His soothing scent and warm arms. Keith was always so damn warm. It didn't matter what he'd thrown at him, Keith's arms were always welcoming and loving for him. His soft lips pressing kissing to Lance's temple, with nibble fingers carefully stroking his hair. Keith's touches had been his everything. Only his hold felt right against Lance's broken and battered body. Keith had moulded him into something more than he had been. And now when he reached out his hand, there was no one there. The only person he could blame was himself. With the engines running on 15 per cent power, his comms were off, the navigation system was off, leaving the space around him silent. He only needed enough power for gravity and life support. Letting his ship drift, he hadn't checked his position in vargas, perhaps quintants. He'd vaguely remembered pointing his ship towards his usual hunting grounds after messaging Shiro, Daehra, Th'al and his mother so she wouldn't kick up a fuss over his sudden disappearance. She'd fussed way too much over him as it was, so he'd been the perfect son and lied through his teeth over how "nice and quiet life was", and how "risk free" his job was. Yeah. It fucking hurt to lie, but what exactly could he say? Groaning heavily Lance rolled to his side, the view just as unappealing. When he could bothered moving his sticky body from the floor, he'd find a rebel camp to drop the Telula at. It held everyone's personal belongings, something he didn't think about when he'd bolted. All he'd wanted to do was put as much distance between him and Keith. Maybe if they'd talked before, he might have been able to find some way to understand... but he'd opened up to him. He'd let him in. He'd let Keith infect him, change him... rescue him. He didn't want to go back to step one. Not again... He didn't want his nightmares back. He didn't want to wake up alone, or huddled in the corner of the room bleeding with no memory of how he got there. How could he be with Keith after he broke his trust? He'd told Keith he'd needed honesty. Keith who gave him everything else, but the one thing that his broken mind needed. They'd had sex. He'd opened up... literally. Perhaps it wouldn't have stung so badly if it hadn't happened on the heels of that night. * Keith's scent haunted him. The whole ship seemed infected by it. More often than not he'd turned to look to Keith, only to find Allura in his place. He didn't miss Allura. Each conversation he had with her reminds her that she was only a hallucination, and an annoying one at that. Lance couldn't say he'd done a good job of reestablishing himself. His injections were all over the place. His stomach was only accepting minimal amounts of food, his period hadn't come yet, though he felt bloated as hell. Yet he wasn't able to find the effort to care. Keith was gone. Even if he was to turn his ship around and fly back to the Atlas, Keith would have realised by now how much hard work he'd been, and how far Lance had dragged him down. Naturally the pain hadn't passed. The tiny flicker of hope left him unable to wash Keith's scent off his pillows. He missed him. He missed so quiznakking much that his mother would have beaten him black and blue for the number of times he'd cursed the universe for giving him Keith. Wherever he was, Lance hopes he was safe. He hoped that Keith wasn't doing something reckless, or impulsive. That he'd been able to get Lance'a point across in regards to tracking down those responsible for all the disappearances near Ghazex. Lance wished he had the courage to go running back to Keith, but he was so ashamed of how things had played out. He'd shown enough of his shameful sides to Keith... but left alone in this self imposed solitude... he couldn't help but want Keith by his side even if it was to say goodbye. Landing on the far side of Sucrulia, it wasn't Lance's favourite place in this sector of space, but it was the place he was to rendezvous with Th'al at her request. The place was almost all sand and rocky outcrops that reminded him far too much of that shack Keith called home, even the colours were more Earthy than a lot of places out there. No one was around for miles, given this was the desert side of the planet, so until Th'al arrived all he had for company were a few tumbleweeds and a whole lot of creepy purple looking cacti, that were the only unEarth like things there. The other side of Sucrulia was lush, there were ports all along the coast line trading in all kinds of exotic herbs, and spices, and the whole feel of the place was like the golden days of piracy on Earth. That's why they were meeting in the middle of the stupid desert. No one from the other side of the planet came here. No on from the other side of the planet could get out here without the use of a ship. A thick valley of sharp obsidian waiting to murder anyone stupid enough to attempt their way through. Lance had a stupid plan. A very stupid plan, and Th'al was key to it. She'd been pissed to all quiznakkary when he'd suddenly reached out after a phoeb out of contact. It'd been risky firing up his comms, but he'd wasted a whole phoeb without accomplishing anything other than drifting in space, lazily patrolling between bouts of self loathing and remembering he was technically wanted man so had to lay low... not that really stopped him. He couldn't stop his whole life just because he'd been kicked to the curb again. A revelation that'd come after a tremendous amount of self wallowing, tears and Keith's pillows. Lance hadn't been able to bring himself to evict them into the vacuum of space. Th'al kept him waiting for a while quintant. By the time the female bounty hunter showed up, the cacti population had diminished slightly thanks to boredom and his favourite blaster, many now sporting smiley faces that didn't make them any less creepy. Landing her pod next to the Telula, Th'al was just as intimidating as he remembered. Her dark hair pulled into a tight bun, that reminded him of his third grade teacher who'd reduced him to tears over his English, as she strode down her pods loading ramp with her blaster raised in his direction. Raising his hands as if he was actually surrendering, Lance hung his head as she started to scold him. It wasn't like he Th'al were best buddies, they were simply both in the same line of work and had similar ideas on not killing each other over a bounty "What the stars, Leandro! What did you do this time? Daehra was blowing up my comms. Something about you upsetting the Atlas? And why would you return out here? Were you born stupid?" "The jury's still out on that one" "Of all the stupid things you could do. Do you know the Atlas is on the move? There's been talk of Blades being sighted" Great. Shiro hadn't listened, or he'd opted to listen to Keith over Lance and now they were invading his space and threatening the undercover mission Lance had strategised for himself. He needed to get back out to the outpost, and what better way than to be escorted by a hunter handling a bounty? If Keith were there with him, the half-Galra would have already lost his shit over it and deemed it all an unnecessary risk. Then probably would have told him he loved him and fretted over Lance getting himself chopped into tiny pieces, something Lance didn't particularly want to happen but when your heart's just been broken all over again, you don't exactly care for you own wellbeing. "I told them not to interfere. I even gave them a full briefing over how coming out to our little corner would only make things worse. So you can't pin all of this on me. Besides, it's not like I actually wanted to go back to the Atlas..." "Yeah. Yeah. I don't need to hear your life story. I still think this plan of yours is weak" That's because it was "Aw, Th'al. This is why you're still single. I'll have you know my life story is far more interesting than you could ever imagine" Raising her blaster to line the shot up, Lance snorted at his friend "You can shoot me if it'll make you feel better, but I've got a full suit on under these clothes" "Dammit. Fine. Whatever. Don't think I won't shoot you in the foot the moment you get annoying" "I know you will. Are we good to go?" "Of course we are. I'm not some amateur like you are. I've messaged Daehra over the Telula. Thanks for that by the way, she's been blowing up my comms trying to find out if you're alright" "You know how she gets. And you know I needed to lay low. We should probably get out of here if you've already messaged her. The Blade members she's with have an annoying tendency of sticking their noses in where they're not needed or wanted" Glaring at him, Lance was on thin ice when it came to Th'al's patience. Moving to walk past her, he was grateful that she didn't shoot in the foot just yet, though he was sure her desire was strong. With the pod being on the small side, Lance set himself up in the passenger seat of it with a spare holopad while Th'al piloted the ship away from the Telula. Activating his girl's shields remotely, it was a weight off his shoulders to know that everyone would be getting their personal belongings back sooner rather than later. He'd even triple checked that she was in perfect running order for when his team arrived to retrieve her. They'd probably be annoyed that he wasn't there, but this mission needed to come before all the craziness of his private life, and he needed someone more objective than his team to assist in it. They cared too much. They'd blame themselves if something was to happen, which he couldn't be responsible for. No matter what happened the fall out needed to land his shoulders alone. Th'al would leave him if worst came to worse. She'd take her pod and flee before the first shot was even fired. That's what he needed. None of this self sacrifice bullshit. Tapping his fingers against the holopad, he felt something light hit him in the side of the head "Stop tapping so loudly" "I'm not tapping loudly" "If I can hear you, you're tapping too loud" Rolling his eyes, Lance tried to play off the panic that formed at the unexpected strike. He could deny it until he was blue in the face, but without Keith there, his nerves were a fucking mess "I'm sorry. I'm just checking the area. I haven't been able to with everyone deciding they suddenly needed to come after me. I didn't want the data signal registering too close the Telula" "If you hadn't got yourself into this mess, than none of this would have happened" "I know. But on the plus side, when you hand me in you'll have enough money to do... whatever it is you do" Waving his hand, Th'al simply ignored the gesture to continue in the same flat tone "This is true. And I won't have to hear your voice... It almost makes me wish I could wormhole straight there" Huffing at Th'al, it'd be easy for an outsider to think that she truly did hate him, and wasn't secretly a softie under all her creepy armour. He'd seen the glittery blankets and soft toys on her bed, plus anything strawberry from Earth turned her into a mess of love and compliments. Not that they actually got their hands on Earth rations that often. She liked Erathus even less than he did "You're so mean. You're picking on me without even letting me know how your side of the mission went" "What's to let you know? You changed your strategy. That boyfriend of yours got into your head and now you're being stupid again" "Keith isn't my boyfriend" "Mhmm. He's out here. They say that there's going to be a meeting between the Galra, that Earth crew and the head of the police, and government on Erathus" Lance's eyes widened, gaping as he looked to Th'al. This wasn't what he wanted at all. There could be nothing good from a meeting like that... He'd fucking told them. His voice higher than normal as he squeaked "What? Are you joking!? Please Th'al, tell me that you're joking" Laughing happily, Th'al was a bitch "Your face was priceless. How would I know what's happening over there? I was busy thanks to some dumbarse dropping off the universe for movements" Oh thank god for that. Even as a joke, that was fucking cruel. If anything happened to the others, he'd never forgive himself... especially Hunk and Shay. He hadn't even stayed at their damn engagement party, too busy being coddled by Keith... Fuck... If anything happened to Keith because he'd run off... that... he couldn't survive that. Keith was doing so much good in the universe, or he had been until Lance had waylaid his plans and forced him to run off with him "Don't worry. The Atlas isn't really out here. Blade members are though. Been asking rebel camps if they've seen you" Lance scowled hard, realising she'd read him like a book and played him harder than Pidge going at Killbot Phantasm 1. Maybe he should have ejected himself into space while he'd had the chance. It'd be less painful than knowing Th'al could see right through him "You've been fucking with me from the moment you landed, haven't you?" Shooting fucking fingerguns at him, Th'al smirked. Fucking fingerguns. That was his thing! "Yep. Consider it payback for being a little bitch" "You're the bitch. Are you serious about the Blades being out here?" "Yep. Worried your little boyfriend is going to get himself into trouble?" "Keith isn't my boyfriend. And I seriously thought he was smarter than this. This isn't a fucking game" "Daehra said "he's been quite upset since you left". Should I pretend to care and ask what happened?" God. Keith... He could be so stupidly bullheaded. He'd nearly gotten himself killed trying to recover Shiro from Kuron... and then there was that time that Matt told them about, when the dickhead tried to get himself killed. Thanks to Th'al, his heart was beating way too fast, a thick heavy weight sitting in the bottom of his stomach, which might have something to do with the bloating "Nope. You can sit there and shut up" "Someone's sensitive. Have it your way then, "Loverboy Leandro"" Without Th'al bitching at him, Lance's stupid mind had decided to fixate on Keith. The harder he tried to pay attention to the holopad, the more he found he couldn't. His own holopad was on the Telula, he hadn't been able to delete the photos of him and Keith on it, instead he'd wrapped it and left it with a note to Keith. It wasn't exactly hard to lose focus on his mission. He'd be going in alone, before Th'al sent word out. His injection schedule was gone. His mask was gone. His ship was gone. His accidental husband was gone. Their relationship was over but that didn't mean Keith wasn't at the forefront of his thoughts. If he could stop whoever was behind this, Keith wouldn't even need to be involved. Keith would be safe... so would the others, but... Fuck.... he was hopelessly and thoroughly miserable without Keith and his stupid not-mullet. Hearing that Keith was worried about him wasn't exactly surprising, for a while he'd kind of been worried about himself too, but the voices in the back of his mind were quick to speak up. Quick to remind him how fast fucking weak and useless he was, and that he had no right feeling all warm and glowy over Keith when he'd been the one to walk out on the half-Galra. Still, he was only kind of human and a slave to the emotions that Keith had pretty much ripped back up to the surface. He couldn't even fall back to his doses because not a single loose pill, or untainted vial remained in his room, Daehra and Keith had got to them all. Settling in for a long trip, it proved to be just that. Th'al was far more stubborn than him, the woman keeping her silence purely to prove she could, leading to an exceptionally long trip because two could play that game and his Mumma didn't raise no quitter. * Using Zac's program to charter the magnetic fields, the outpost was unfortunately still standing. A dozen half face masked, full rest armour, armed officers were standing near the area landing for the outpost as Th'al landed her ship, Lance half tempted to make a joke over the welcome party, but he had the feeling it'd fall flat between himself and Th'al. Their silence had lasted until Th'al accidentally broke it by cursing her communicator when it started to ring. She hadn't liked losing to him in the slightest, much like Rachel when it came to pretty much everything, yet unlike Rachel Th'al had been allowed to shoot him in both the leg and shoulder with her blaster. Only grazing shots for the sake of appearances, but enough for him to nearly lose control of his emotions. Still, he wondered if he should find it strange that the two blast shots hadn't affected him as badly as when she'd punched him in the face to split his lip and blackened his eye. He'd very nearly panicked himself into oblivion when she'd touched him. His stupid healing was already taking care of the wounds too fast, not that it dulled the pain. His body much more astute to pain now that his medication had been adjusted, and he couldn't simply get high to mask the symptoms. Dressed in his bloodied civilian clothes, there was no point wearing a body suit into the outpost. One of the first things they'd do would be check him for weapons, tracking devices and recording devices. As a "prisoner" he needed to look like he'd put up the fight of his life. Going in unarmed, and armour free... Keith would kill him. So it was a good thing he actually wasn't. The cuffs around his wrists weren't actually fixed in place, a small canister on sleeping gas hidden in the locking mechanism. The insertion of the metal key would shatter the thin glass encasing the gas. Th'al had been holding out on him for the whole damn trip, springing her invention on him quite proudly as she slapped them around his wrists. There wasn't enough gas to knock out a crowd, but one or two Galra on the other hand... He literally couldn't wait to try it out, the potential applications if they could mount it to his suit would be just too good, or if he hollowed out rounds in a more traditional gun... so maybe he hadn't thought that one through, but the potential applications. It all came back to those two words... and the whole surviving what came next thing. The way he figured it, Th'al had already posted she'd claimed the bounty and was delivering him personally on the hunter boards. She'd waited until the last moment to do so to prevent anyone coming after them, plus his time dated beaten and bloodied face photograph proved she'd "subdued" him, and indeed had had held him in her custody. Giving him one final look over, Th'al aimed her blaster at him "Right. Out you get, time to stop bleeding on the floor of my pod" This was Th'al speak for "I've done a damn good job, but I'd like to leave in one piece so I need you off my pod before they decide to just blow us up. Every offence meant" "Thanks for this" Th'al frowned at him "I don't know if you should be thanking me. I'm about to deliver you to your death" "I'm not going to die here. You know the plan" "I know you're a fool. Relying on the gas to knock them out, then taking their weapons... What if they don't touch the cuffs?" "Then I'll smack them against a wall or their faces..." "Leandro..." She really must think he was going to die because she'd never given him such a concerned look as she was right now. Softening his features, Lance let out a soft sigh. Why did people always have to go and get emotional at all the wrong times? "Th'al. We've come this far. I can't let this continue happening. What if you're taken? What if it was your friends and family? They took my friend, they killed another... Now Earth is involved... I can't let people keep getting hurt. For our little space in the universe, I need to do this" "You're a fool" "Yeah. A stubborn idiot who's a bit of a dick. That's what my husband would say..." Th'al widened at his soft confession. Lance hadn't meant to let it slip... or maybe he had. He was hurting and all he wanted was Keith to be safe, so that not all of this was for nothing "You're married?" "To Keith... By accident on Daehra's planet. He broke my heart but I can't stand the idea of him ending up to chopped into pieces and left out here. So I need to do this, and I'm going to do this. Let's head down before they storm the ship and arrest you for being an accomplice instead of a delivery woman" With Th'al's blaster against his back, Lance hunched his shoulders and kept his head down, being the best battered prisoner he could. Normally a bounty hunter would sign their catch over to the authorities, or on personal delivery, they'd escort their catch in and sign over rights. That wasn't quite how it played out. Reaching the small army waiting for him, a large outpost officer grabbed him by the hair, bending his throat back as he was gut punched for his trouble. Gritting his teeth, Lance received a second blow for not crying out like they wanted "I'll be taking my payment before you kill the merchandise" Four of the men behind the one holding him up by his hair raised their weapons towards Th'al. Th'al moving away from him as she aimed her blaster. The man holding him growling "I suggest you leave before we arrest you" "I demand my bounty. I acquired the target" Pulling his blaster from his hip, Lance felt his hair being torn before he was stumbling sideways and landing on his knees painfully, the man holding him activating the blaster into its extended form "Leave" "Fuck this" Raising her blaster and her free hand, Th'al stepped back "Expect to hear from Erathus. This is not how business is conducted" Glancing between the men with weapons aimed, the man who'd just made the silent threat to shoot her, and Lance, Lance gave Th'al a tiny nod. Knowing her she'd find a way to still get paid. No one would take a bounty if they weren't going to get paid, especially over such a large sum. Lance was personally more concerned with her getting out of there alive... And not taking another blow to the gut in case they broke the vial in his cuffs before their group was down to a more manageable number. Still on his knees, he watched as Th'al jogged up the ramp to her pod... oooooh fuck... they were actually doing this now. Better late than never with the panic, but not at all would have been preferred... He was seasoned professional... his mother was going to slap him senseless with her slipper when she found out "It's a little late for panic. You made a mistake coming here" The clicheness of the man's line almost made brought a smile to Lance's lips. Bad guys were stupid. They were always stupidly stupid... Lance kind of missed the organise mess of murder that was the Galra... almost... maybe just Zarkon. At least had a reason for being a bad guy "Technically, that's still to be de..." Smacking him in the jaw with the butt of the blaster, Lance flinched as he bit the inside of his cheek "Did I say you can speak?" Spitting out the bloodied salvia gathering in his mouth, Lance continued "... cided. Now, take me to your leader?" "I... what... shut up. You're in no position to be making demands" "Idiot says what?" "Huh? What did you say?" Eh. It was close enough. Smirking to himself, Lance was smacked in the face with the butt of the blaster again. Losing his balance, Lance's hands went out to stop himself from ending up on his side, his cuffs no longer protected... The Cuban not thinking about how fragile fingers were until the man in charge brought his boot down on them, Lance howling in agony as the digits on his left crunched, the unprotected skin tearing as they broke, the officer taking an extra few ticks to relish the pain he was causing before finally releasing Lance's almost disfigured hand. Being down a hand hadn't been part of his plan... "Take him inside. Make sure you lock this thing up properly. They want it in one piece" "Aw. Don't you fella's know how to make a man feel special" was what Lance wanted to say. Actually anything quick and witty would have been better than the weak whine he let out as two hulking officers hefted him up. Between everything done to him within the last varga, his felt physically drained beyond words, leaving him limp as they started to drag him towards the entrance to the facility. If someone wanted him in one piece, then they wouldn't in a rush to murder him right away... Maybe his plan wasn't all rubbish? This unseen person who wanted him alive could hold all the answers to everything that had been happening in his area of space. Who they were and what they wanted... he couldn't even imagine. They had to be both rich and connected to run an operation like they had been for so long under the radar. Plus, they had to come from a long bloodline or they'd never have been able to inject themselves into the Erathus terraforming without raising suspicion. People couldn't simply turn up and build a city like the Erathian capital if no one out there knew of their family name. There were thousands of people involved in creating and building a city. The level of corruption in Erathus meant having people in every aspect with their ears to the ground, or they'd miss the pulse of the people. Government and police industry infiltration were basic entry level aspects when it came to low income earners, but when it came to the ambassador and police chief... yeah. Someone big had to be out there. Quietly proud of the scorch marks on the walls left behind from their last visit, Lance kept his mouth shut and forced himself to breathe through his nose. If he could have, he'd have bitten the inside of his cheek to keep from talking, but that would only make his aching mouth feel worse. As it was, his mouth tasted strongly of blood. The unwelcome irony coppery tang sliding down the back of his throat, while his bloodied face assaulted his sense of smell for a largely unappealing situation. He was practically suffocating on it all, his lungs screaming at him to open his mouth and gasp down air, but there was no way in quiznak he was giving his captors the joys of his suffering further than he already had. He was Leandro, and he had a job to do. Reaching the cells of the outpost, the room was dull. They'd stopped to throw him through the scanners, take the usual photos, then straight through with no actual paperwork being done. A single red circular light sat above the doorway of the hallway to connected the two areas smoothly. On both sides of the hall were seven barred cells. Prisoners needed no privacy, and once they were locked in, officers didn't particularly care if they inmates killed each other through the bars, as long as they made the effort to look like they considered prisoner safety. Feeling his feet tangle as tried to stand him up, Lance managed to trip despite being in their hold. Angered at the accidental action, the man to his left jabbed him hard in the ribs, causing him to momentarily lose his breath as the man to the right ignored his coworkers antics in favour of dragging Lance further forward. Making it to the end of the hall, Lance could barely see any of the red glow that shone lazily over the first few cells. Somewhere in the distance was a steady kind of dripping, and as far as he could tell there were no windows. With the man to his right releasing him, it took the stranger a few ticks to open the old fashioned lock for the cell door. Old fashioned key locks were only susceptible to lock picking if you could access the face which you couldn't here due to the size of the bar gaped, and by being quiznakking ancient it prevented hacking programs from hidden technology. It was brilliant really. Lance was always all for giving credit where it was due, and this definitely deserved a small clap. Opening without a creak the bars were clearly heavy as evidenced by how much force needed to be applied to get the damn door to move. The officer had to release him completely, push on the door and fight to hold it open as he looked to his teammate. Giving the officer a nod, Lance was propelled forward into the near blind darkness of the space, both officers clearing the cell doorway before the door boomed shut in a way he wasn't ashamed to admit turned his knees to jelly "Any funny business and we will slit your throat" There might have been men on both sides of him, and another four following their trip as they walked painfully slow, but what were all six of them going to do? He only had so much area around his throat. Lance didn't imagine them being the kind to wait so everyone could take a turn "Perfect prisoner. Scouts honour and all that. Thanks for the room guys. Love the uh... darkness. Right. I'll just be here. You guys do your job" Watching as they left, Lance finally allowed himself to grimace as the door closed. Shaking his aching fingers, he screamed as hand landed on his blasted shoulder. Flinching and ducking away, he raised his bound hands somewhat pathetically. The most he could do was bleed on his assailant "Shut up you, idiot!" "Keith!..." With wide eyes, Lance blinked half a dozen times hoping Keith would vanish like a hallucination "...Oh...no... what are you doing here?!" Crossing his arms, Keith didn't look terribly impressed. Probably because Lance had groaned out the second part of his sentence, and the cuffs Keith were wearing didn't really allow him to cross his arms properly "What am I doing here? What are you doing here?" What the... hold up. What? Why was Keith here? He was supposed to be off with the others... and not taken into captivity by the bad guys "Me?! What am I doing here?! This is my mission, Keith!" "Your mission?! You disappeared!" "I didn't disappear. I left. And now you're not supposed to be here... you're complicating things" Throwing his hands up, Keith sounded... snarky and pissy in a way that was kind of hot. Turning, Keith paced a few steps away before turning back to him "I'm complicating things? I thought you'd been taken! I've been looking for you for movements! And are you bleeding? Why are you always bleeding?! Didn't we talk about this? About all of this and agree that you were going to be careful? How did you even get here? Did you fly here?" Keith was going to get them both killed... these cells were probably bugged... "Of course I'm bleeding, my friend betrayed me, shot me and hauled my arse out here" "God! This is why I can't take my eyes off you! Do you even have a plan?" "Of course I do... did... do you have to keep yelling a me?!" "Yes! Do you have any idea how worried I was about you!" "You were worried! I was worried! This is the last place I wanted you to end up! What would you have done if they'd chopped you up, Keith?! Huh?" "I don't know! What would you have done if you ended chopped up?!" Lance spluttered. He was the one in the right here, not his idiot husband who wasn't supposed to be here! He wasn't emotionally ready for any of this! He was supposed to find someway to keep Keith safe... not be stuck in a near black cell with his husband! This was not the plan. This was not the plan at all! "I have a plan, dumb arse! I'm not about to... Quiznak, Keith... you... gargh!" Lance went to throw his own hands in the air before remembering the cuffs... and the very broken hand. Still, his hands went up enough to make him yelp, Lance losing his train of thought as Keith strode over to him. Reaching for his hand, Lance jerked back instinctively. Ignoring the action, Keith's fingers gently slipped under his broken own. The touch sending Lance into a damn near panic attack at the pain, both also with the warmth and comfort it brought. He didn't want Keith locked up in here with him, but after everything, the idiot had come after him. Keith had come after him... and while he was still mad, Keith wasn't dead. Lifting his hand, Keith turned it slightly to examine the skin, Lance assuming it was something Galrary inside his accidental husband that allowed him to see better than he currently could "What the quiznak is this?" "Broken hand... pretty much the only thing not going to plan... other than you know, my fucking husband showing up. Seriously... why Keith?" Keith ignored his question to growl out a question of his own "They broke your hand?" His broken hand? Keith was getting stuck on that? Keith didn't get to ask questions. He wasn't supposed to be here... so why was Lance letting himself be drawn in by him? Why did he feel slightly happy that Keith was angered over his injury? Right. Had to be the blow to face... maybe triggering that bit of brain damage...? He was mad at him. Mad... "Yeah... busted my mouth up too..." Yep. Totally mad at Keith... "Quiznak, Lance... Here. Come here, there's a bed thing at the back of the cell" And now he was following Keith to the back of the cell... Stupid traitorous emotions. He didn't need being fussed over by Keith. No matter how goddamn relieved he was to see and smell him again. Keith had shown up and derailed his mission. He only had a tiny bit of gas. He didn't have a suit. He couldn't protect Keith when things went down. He couldn't even protect him by leaving him, Keith's presence made that obvious. "Lance?" Standing in front of the thin cot, Lance realised Keith was waiting for him to sit down. It was almost like Lance was a completely different person. He didn't know how to think, feel or act around Keith now. He couldn't just laugh everything off. He couldn't crack a joke because Keith would see right through that "Do you need help?" "I can sit on my own, Mullet" "Then sit down. Let me look at your hand... I can't believe they broke it" "I can't believe you can't believe it..." Yeah. His brain damage was definitely in play here because even he was wincing at his own failed jokey tone. A joke he'd told himself wouldn't work. Quiznak. He was going to have to sit... which he did with a long groan. Everything hurt now that the weight was off his feet "... I'm fine. I'll heal..." "You're not fine. I can't believe your here... you weren't supposed to be here" If Keith was looking for a fight, the best Lance could manage was a mental shin kick "Like you were..." "You were missing. You left the Atlas and dropped into nothingness. I searched everywhere for you! Daehra and Lucteal talked to some friend of yours who said you were ok, then the next time they talked you were missing. Do you know how worried I've been?" "I wasn't missing. I was on the Telula" "Which wasn't out here? A whole phoeb Lance... I spent a whole phoeb thinking... thinking you were already dead... thinking the last thing between us was me breaking your trust because I'm a fucking coward" That wasn't playing fair. It was even less fair when Keith crouched down in front of him, sniffling softly as the smell of wet pine mulch met Lance's nose. Frankly he was kind of amazed he could smell anything other than blood after being hit so damn hard. Keith was crying. He wasn't allowed to cry... and now Lance was tearing up. A feared bounty hunter and the prince of Daibazaal crying in an outpost cell sounded worse than a bad joke "Keith, don't cry..." "How can I not?! Do you know how many times I've thought about you? How many times I... I know I should have told you, but at first I was scared and then I... didn't think about it. I didn't mean to tell her, you know I didn't. I wouldn't do that to you..." "Mullet, you need to calm down. Everything is being recorded right now... they're not going to lock us up without recording what we do and say. Sit down properly and take a breath... and be careful with my hands" Keith let out a shaky hiccup before sitting, resting his forehead against Lance's thigh as he shook his head "How are you so calm right now? They broke your fucking hand... and some arsehole shot you..." "I'm not calm at all. You're simply panicking enough for the both of us. Plus, it really fucking hurts to talk, but I did have a plan, and I didn't plan to never come back from this hellhole. I know you probably want to break out right now, but you need to trust me Keith" "I do trust you... I've always trusted you" "Good... don't touch my cuffs. My hands hurt. Now what we're going to do is sit and wait. You know I have those freaky healing powers, so I'm going to get both us out of here when the time is right. Understood?" "I... yeah. My team knows I'm here... does... I..." Keith was such a mess he was talking way too much. Lance wasn't so cold hearted that he'd kick him even further when he was this down... but he did need him to be the more rational one until he'd started healing "Keith. We're being recorded. Now isn't the time to be discussing this. I need you to pull yourself together again, and man up. The bed isn't much but it'll have to do. You need to get some rest, and so do I. All of this other stuff can wait for now" "I... yeah. Your right. I'm sorry... I'm so fucking sorry" "I don't know if I've forgiven you or not, but I'm not letting either of us die before we can talk about this. So come up here and sit next to me, or you can take the bed and I'll take the floor. They're waiting for someone to arrive..." "I thought they were waiting for you" "Unfortunately I'm not the last guest to the party" Keith let out a little snort, leaning back to wipe at his face as he did, or at least that was what Lance gathered he was going. He couldn't see jack shit in the dark "Did I ever tell you how much I fucking hate parties?" Keith's voice sounded slightly lighter, more hopeful. Like he was starting to pull himself from his slump "Maybe once or twice?" "Good. Good... as long as you know" "I think the whole universe knows. I know things look like quiznak right now, but we're going to be ok. I promise I'm going to get you back to Kosmo" "And I'm going to get you back to... me?" Nudging Keith with his boot, Lance permitted himself the tiniest of smiled at the thought "Maybe. We will be talking about this. All of this. I think you're dick for getting caught, but I'm struggling to think of anyone else I'd like to be held prisoner with... Now, I'm going to get some rest. You should do the same. I have the feeling this is all coming to a head and we're about to learn what all of this has been about" Sighing softly at him, Keith moved to rest his face against Lance's leg "We're going to get out of this, Sharpshooter. You and me against the bad guys" Lance's heart gave a funny beat, he didn't really know how to feel about everything but Keith was finally calm and trying to joke, which meant everything to him in that moment "That's the spirit" Kissing his knee, Keith made to stand "Now get some rest. I'll wake you in a couple of vargas to check your wounds" "Deal" Helping him lay out on the thin cot, Keith sat on the floor by Lance's head. A hand resting gently on Lance's right wrist as they settled down to wait for whoever was coming for them.

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Pawlik Automotive 2015 Scion FRS – Electrical System Repairs

Bernie Pawlik, Pawlik Automotive Vancouver, BC

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Mark: Hi, it’s Mark from Top Local, we’re here with Bernie Pawlik, Pawlik Automotive in Vancouver, Vancouver’s best auto service experience, I really conflated that one. How’re you doing Bernie?

Bernie: I’m doing pretty good.

Mark: So 2015 Scion FRS, what was going on with this vehicle?

Bernie: This vehicle had some electrical issues, now you might wonder, it’s a 2015 and I’ll just tell you that it had less than 30,000 kilometres, so why would an independent auto repair shop be repairing electrical issues on a vehicle that’s only two year old, that is still covered by warranty and the answer is that the owner put in aftermarket lights, LED lights all around the vehicle and it kept blowing fuses whenever you turn the park and taillights on. The fuse would pop. So that’s what’s going on with this vehicle. And so, once you install aftermarket parts, your warranty is not valid for that particular issue, of course the engine warranty is still valid, but the electrical system would be at your own, now it’s your own thing.

Mark: So what did you find?

Bernie: Well, what we found, it was a rather lengthy diagnosis, and I’ll just explain a few of the procedures before I talk about findings. So of course, testing we verify yes the fuse is blowing. We then went to isolate all the tail lights, front lights, we went to isolate all the different parts of the lighting system and we unhooked the lights, we tested them all individually, they’re all working and found there’s no power drains. but when we went to power up the whole circuit, of course it was overloaded. So through a long and lengthy process we found that there was some side marker lights that had been installed, someone had soldered some wiring joints together and didn’t tape the joints properly so the wires were touching each other. I mean, it’s great that they used solder because that’s something we always recommend and so that’s a good job but not taping then and insulating them properly caused this whole problem and several hundred dollars worth of repair to the customer. So I’ll just share a few photos here, so what we’ve got, here’s our car, 2015, it’s a nice car. The owner did a few modifications, suspension and so they’re nice cars right from the factory, but with a few modifications it worked really well. This is the aftermarket LED tail light, this is the side marker light held on with tape by the way because it doesn’t fit properly. These are some of the front, these are some of the other LED bulbs, we actually eliminated these because the upper ones are little 194 equivalents for the license plate lights, one wasn’t working properly, the front ones only work as turn signals and not park lights as they’re supposed to. And here we finally get to our bad solder joint. So this right here, it’s a bit of a blow up, not super sharp, these are the wires that have been soldered onto the original wiring harness for the side marker lights and what I found when I took it apart was tape wrapped around it but these two wires had actually touched together so the taping job was improper. When you’re doing wiring work, you really do need to make sure you tape everything properly, as I said it’s great that someone soldered it because a lot of people just wrap the wires with these crappy butt splice connectors which come apart. But anyway. So I went to the other side, the other market light, even though that was working fine, just to verify that the repair had been done properly and it was, so the customer should have no further issues with that particular issue.

Mark: So basically it comes down to a do-it-yourselfer crappie workmanship.

Bernie: Yeah, exactly. We also take the time when we do work in our shop to solder wiring connections, there are some times when you can’t do it, but 99% of the time you can. We solder, we use heat shrink tubing or make sure that we tape it extremely well because the last you want to do is have a problem like this come back, you want it to be done right and last for a long long time.

Mark: So what do you think about using the aftermarket LED bulbs?

Bernie: I don’t think they’re worth it, you know in this case, this whole thing created a lot of issues for the customer. Is there any advantage over this virus the bulbs that came in the car, no, you know, just costing more in the end and no, the bulbs don’t look any better. The other issue with LED bulbs, sometimes with turn signals you get problems because the turn signal circuit is designed to flash based on the resistance of the bulbs so if you’re using LED bulbs the resistance is different. So sometimes you’l have issues where they won’t flash or blink properly. In this vehicle, that wasn’t the case but it can happen so you do run into problems and many of these aftermarket LED lights, they’re cheaply made so you get what you pay for.

Mark: So these FRS cars look, performance kind of vehicle, what do you think of them?

Bernie: They’re pretty cool, they’re a neat venture, it’s actually a joint venture between Toyota and Subaru, the car’s actually built by Subaru but they took a Subaru boxer engine, a two litre engine and used a Toyota fuel injection system, it’s a dual injection system, a direct and port injection so it kind of has the advantages of both. But yeah, it’s a neat car, front engine, rear wheel drive so you can spin the back end around and they’ve got the appeal of that old fashioned North American performance car but in a nice small vehicle. Very good vehicle, and really reliable.

Mark: A good drifter basically.

Bernie: Yeah, yes exactly for those that like to drive out of control.

Mark: So there you go, if you need some service on your Scion, or your Toyota, or your Subaru, these are guys to come see in Vancouver. Pawlik Automotive. You can reach them at 604-327-7112 to book your next appointment or check out their website pawlikautomotive.com. Thanks Bernie

Bernie: Thanks Mark

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CSUAVS I don't know the number... 30... I think... my nose is stuffy

Laying on his back, Lance stared up at the roof of the command room of the Telula. How long it'd been since he'd left the Atlas, he had no idea, only that his tears had run dry. Once again he was alone. Once again his heart was broken by the one he'd loved. Only... this time was different. This time there was nothing to live for. Planning a hundred juniper berries wouldn't make Keith come after him. Planting a million wouldn't ease his broken soul. The fragile web of trust they'd spun had been torn to pieces right before his eyes. Keith had not only lied to him, he'd spilled his deepest darkest secrets to his mother. That explained why Krolia hadn't spoken to him before the meeting, she was probably silently judging him, waiting for the right time to admit she'd known he was naive and stupid all along. She couldn't let someone as dirty as him be with her only son. The Galra prided themselves on strength, where as he wasn't even able to make it through most days without something startling or panicking him. What good was he anyway? No one listened. Shiro hadn't wanted to hand over control of the meeting, but he'd taken it away like he deserved a place there, and like he deserved to be telling any of them how to do their jobs. However long he'd been gone, it'd been long enough for his heat to come. Long enough for his body to be screaming out for Keith's touches. His kisses. His soothing scent and warm arms. Keith was always so damn warm. It didn't matter what he'd thrown at him, Keith's arms were always welcoming and loving for him. His soft lips pressing kissing to Lance's temple, with nibble fingers carefully stroking his hair. Keith's touches had been his everything. Only his hold felt right against Lance's broken and battered body. Keith had moulded him into something more than he had been. And now when he reached out his hand, there was no one there. The only person he could blame was himself. With the engines running on 15 per cent power, his comms were off, the navigation system was off, leaving the space around him silent. He only needed enough power for gravity and life support. Letting his ship drift, he hadn't checked his position in vargas, perhaps quintants. He'd vaguely remembered pointing his ship towards his usual hunting grounds after messaging Shiro, Daehra, Th'al and his mother so she wouldn't kick up a fuss over his sudden disappearance. She'd fussed way too much over him as it was, so he'd been the perfect son and lied through his teeth over how "nice and quiet life was", and how "risk free" his job was. Yeah. It fucking hurt to lie, but what exactly could he say? Groaning heavily Lance rolled to his side, the view just as unappealing. When he could bothered moving his sticky body from the floor, he'd find a rebel camp to drop the Telula at. It held everyone's personal belongings, something he didn't think about when he'd bolted. All he'd wanted to do was put as much distance between him and Keith. Maybe if they'd talked before, he might have been able to find some way to understand... but he'd opened up to him. He'd let him in. He'd let Keith infect him, change him... rescue him. He didn't want to go back to step one. Not again... He didn't want his nightmares back. He didn't want to wake up alone, or huddled in the corner of the room bleeding with no memory of how he got there. How could he be with Keith after he broke his trust? He'd told Keith he'd needed honesty. Keith who gave him everything else, but the one thing that his broken mind needed. They'd had sex. He'd opened up... literally. Perhaps it wouldn't have stung so badly if it hadn't happened on the heels of that night. * Keith's scent haunted him. The whole ship seemed infected by it. More often than not he'd turned to look to Keith, only to find Allura in his place. He didn't miss Allura. Each conversation he had with her reminds her that she was only a hallucination, and an annoying one at that. Lance couldn't say he'd done a good job of reestablishing himself. His injections were all over the place. His stomach was only accepting minimal amounts of food, and his period hadn't come yet though he felt bloated as hell. Yet he wasn't able to find the effort to care. Keith was gone. Even if he was to turn his ship around and fly back to the Atlas, Keith would have realised by now how much hard work he'd been, and how far Lance had dragged him down. Naturally the pain hadn't passed. The tiny flicker of hope left him unable to wash Keith's scent off his pillows. He missed him. He missed so quiznakking much that his mother would have beaten him black and blue for the number of times he'd cursed the universe for giving him Keith. Wherever he was, Lance hopes he was safe. He hoped that Keith wasn't doing something reckless, or impulsive. That he'd been able to get Lance'a point across in regards to tracking down those responsible for all the disappearances near Ghazex. Lance wished he had the courage to go running back to Keith, but he was so ashamed of how things had played out. He'd shown enough of his shameful sides to Keith... but left alone in this self imposed solitude... he couldn't help but want Keith by his side even if it was to say goodbye. Landing on the far side of Sucrulia, it wasn't Lance's favourite place in this sector of space, but it was the place he was to rendezvous with Th'al at her request. The place was almost all sand and rocky outcrops that reminded him far too much of that shack Keith called home, even the colours were more Earthy than a lot of places out there. No one was around for miles, given this was the desert side of the planet, so until Th'al arrived all he had for company were a few tumbleweeds and a whole lot of creepy purple looking cacti, that were the only unEarth like things there. The other side of Sucrulia was lush, there were ports all along the coast line trading in all kinds of exotic herbs, and spices, and the whole feel of the place was like the golden days of piracy on Earth. That's why they were meeting in the middle of the stupid desert. No one from the other side of the planet came here. No on from the other side of the planet could get out here without the use of a ship. A thick valley of sharp obsidian waiting to murder anyone stupid enough to attempt their way through. Lance had a stupid plan. A very stupid plan, and Th'al was key to it. She'd been pissed to all quiznakkary when he'd suddenly reached out after a phoeb out of contact. It'd been risky firing up his comms, but he'd wasted a whole phoeb without accomplishing anything other than drifting in space, lazily patrolling between bouts of self loathing and remembering he was technically wanted man so had to lay low... not that really stopped him. He couldn't stop his whole life just because he'd been kicked to the curb again. A revelation that'd come after a tremendous amount of self wallowing, tears and Keith's pillows. Lance hadn't been able to bring himself to evict them into the vacuum of space. Th'al kept him waiting for a while quintant. By the time the female bounty hunter showed up, the cacti population had diminished slightly thanks to boredom and his favourite blaster, many now sporting smiley faces that didn't make them any less creepy. Landing her pod next to the Telula, Th'al was just as intimidating as he remembered. Her dark hair pulled into a tight bun, that reminded him of his third grade teacher who'd reduced him to tears over his English, as she strode down her pods loading ramp with her blaster raised in his direction. Raising his hands as if he was actually surrendering, Lance hung his head as she started to scold him. It wasn't like he Th'al were best buddies, they were simply both in the same line of work and had similar ideas on not killing each other over a bounty "What the stars, Leandro! What did you do this time? Daehra was blowing up my comms. Something about you upsetting the Atlas? And why would you return out here? Were you born stupid?" "The jury's still out on that one" "Of all the stupid things you could do. Do you know the Atlas is on the move? There's been talk of Blades being sighted" Great. Shiro hadn't listened, or he'd opted to listen to Keith over Lance and now they were invading his space and threatening the undercover mission Lance had strategised for himself. He needed to get back out to the outpost, and what better way than to be escorted by a hunter handling a bounty? If Keith were there with him, the half-Galra would have already lost his shit over it and deemed it all an unnecessary risk. Then probably would have told him he loved him and fretted over Lance getting himself chopped into tiny pieces, something Lance didn't particularly want to happen but when your heart's just been broken all over again, you don't exactly care for you own wellbeing. "I told them not to interfere. I even gave them a full briefing over how coming out to our little corner would only make things worse. So you can't pin all of this on me. Besides, it's not like I actually wanted to go back to the Atlas..." "Yeah. Yeah. I don't need to hear your life story. I still think this plan of yours is weak" That's because it was "Aw, Th'al. This is why you're still single. I'll have you know my life story is far more interesting than you could ever imagine" Raising her blaster to line the shot up, Lance snorted at his friend "You can shoot me if it'll make you feel better, but I've got a full suit on under these clothes" "Dammit. Fine. Whatever. Don't think I won't shoot you in the foot the moment you get annoying" "I know you will. Are we good to go?" "Of course we are. I'm not some amateur like you are. I've messaged Daehra over the Telula. Thanks for that by the way, she's been blowing up my comms trying to find out if you're alright" "You know how she gets. And you know I needed to lay low. We should probably get out of here if you've already messaged her. The Blade members she's with have an annoying tendency of sticking their noses in where they're not needed or wanted" Glaring at him, Lance was on thin ice when it came to Th'al's patience. Moving to walk past her, he was grateful that she didn't shoot in the foot just yet, though he was sure her desire was strong. With the pod being on the small side, Lance set himself up in the passenger seat of it with a spare holopad while Th'al piloted the ship away from the Telula. Activating his girl's shields remotely, it was a weight off his shoulders to know that everyone would be getting their personal belongings back sooner rather than later. He'd even triple checked that she was in perfect running order for when his team arrived to retrieve her. They'd probably be annoyed that he wasn't there, but this mission needed to come before all the craziness of his private life, and he needed someone more objective than his team to assist in it. They cared too much. They'd blame themselves if something was to happen, which he couldn't be responsible for. No matter what happened the fall out needed to land his shoulders alone. Th'al would leave him if worst came to worse. She'd take her pod and flee before the first shot was even fired. That's what he needed. None of this self sacrifice bullshit. Tapping his fingers against the holopad, he felt something light hit him in the side of the head "Stop tapping so loudly" "I'm not tapping loudly" "If I can hear you, you're tapping too loud" Rolling his eyes, Lance tried to play off the panic that formed at the unexpected strike. He could deny it until he was blue in the face, but without Keith there, his nerves were a fucking mess "I'm sorry. I'm just checking the area. I haven't been able to with everyone deciding they suddenly needed to come after me. I didn't want the data signal registering too close the Telula" "If you hadn't got yourself into this mess, than none of this would have happened" "I know. But on the plus side, when you hand me in you'll have enough money to do... whatever it is you do" Waving his hand, Th'al simply ignored the gesture to continue in the same flat tone "This is true. And I won't have to hear your voice... It almost makes me wish I could wormhole straight there" Huffing at Th'al, it'd be easy for an outsider to think that she truly did hate him, and wasn't secretly a softie under all her creepy armour. He'd seen the glittery blankets and soft toys on her bed, plus anything strawberry from Earth turned her into a mess of love and compliments. Not that they actually got their hands on Earth rations that often. She liked Erathus even less than he did "You're so mean. You're picking on me without even letting me know how your side of the mission went" "What's to let you know? You changed your strategy. That boyfriend of yours got into your head and now you're being stupid again" "Keith isn't my boyfriend" "Mhmm. He's out here. They say that there's going to be a meeting between the Galra, that Earth crew and the head of the police, and government on Erathus" Lance's eyes widened, gaping as he looked to Th'al. This wasn't what he wanted at all. There could be nothing good from a meeting like that... He'd fucking told them. His voice higher than normal as he squeaked "What? Are you joking!? Please Th'al, tell me that you're joking" Laughing happily, Th'al was a bitch "Your face was priceless. How would I know what's happening over there. I was busy thanks to some dumbarse dropping off the universe for movements" Oh thank god for that. Even as a joke, that was fucking cruel "Don't worry. The Atlas isn't really out here. Blade members are though. Been asking rebel camps if they've seen you" Lance scowled, realising she'd read him like a book and played him harder than Pidge going at Killbot Phantasm 1. Maybe he should have ejected himself into space while he'd had the chance. It'd be less painful than knowing Th'al could see right through him "You've been fucking with me from the moment you landed, haven't you?" Shooting fucking fingerguns at him, Th'al smirked. Fucking fingerguns. That was his thing! "Yep. Consider it payback for being a little bitch" "You're the bitch. Are you serious about the Blades being out here?" "Yep. Worried your little boyfriend is going to get himself into trouble?" "Keith isn't my boyfriend. And I seriously thought he was smarter than this. This isn't a fucking game" "Daehra said "he's been quite upset since you left". Should I pretend to care and ask what happened?" "Nope. You can sit there and shut up" "Someone's sensitive. Have it your way then" Without Th'al bitching at him, Lance's stupid mind had decided to fixate on Keith. It wasn't exactly hard. It was all he'd been doing since they parted, not that he'd ever admit as much... but he was hopelessly and thoroughly miserable without Keith and his stupid not-mullet. Hearing that Keith was worried about him wasn't exactly surprising. For a while he'd kind of been worried about himself too.

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CSUAVS 30 is nearly done...

Laying on his back, Lance stared up at the roof of the command room of the Telula. How long it'd been since he'd left the Atlas, he had no idea, only that his tears had run dry. Once again he was alone. Once again his heart was broken by the one he'd loved. Only... this time was different. This time there was nothing to live for. Planning a hundred juniper berries wouldn't make Keith come after him. Planting a million wouldn't ease his broken soul. The fragile web of trust they'd spun had been torn to pieces right before his eyes. Keith had not only lied to him, he'd spilled his deepest darkest secrets to his mother. That explained why Krolia hadn't spoken to him before the meeting, she was probably silently judging him, waiting for the right time to admit she'd known he was naive and stupid all along. She couldn't let someone as dirty as him be with her only son. The Galra prided themselves on strength, where as he wasn't even able to make it through most days without something startling or panicking him. What good was he anyway? No one listened. Shiro hadn't wanted to hand over control of the meeting, but he'd taken it away like he deserved a place there, and like he deserved to be telling any of them how to do their jobs. However long he'd been gone, it'd been long enough for his heat to come. Long enough for his body to be screaming out for Keith's touches. His kisses. His soothing scent and warm arms. Keith was always so damn warm. It didn't matter what he'd thrown at him, Keith's arms were always welcoming and loving for him. His soft lips pressing kissing to Lance's temple, with nibble fingers carefully stroking his hair. Keith's touches had been his everything. Only his hold felt right against Lance's broken and battered body. Keith had moulded him into something more than he had been. And now when he reached out his hand, there was no one there. The only person he could blame was himself. With the engines running on 15 per cent power, his comms were off, the navigation system was off, leaving the space around him silent. He only needed enough power for gravity and life support. Letting his ship drift, he hadn't checked his position in vargas, perhaps quintants. He'd vaguely remembered pointing his ship towards his usual hunting grounds after messaging Shiro, Daehra, Th'al and his mother so she wouldn't kick up a fuss over his sudden disappearance. She'd fussed way too much over him as it was, so he'd been the perfect son and lied through his teeth over how "nice and quiet life was", and how "risk free" his job was. Yeah. It fucking hurt to lie, but what exactly could he say? Groaning heavily Lance rolled to his side, the view just as unappealing. When he could bothered moving his sticky body from the floor, he'd find a rebel camp to drop the Telula at. It held everyone's personal belongings, something he didn't think about when he'd bolted. All he'd wanted to do was put as much distance between him and Keith. Maybe if they'd talked before, he might have been able to find some way to understand... but he'd opened up to him. He'd let him in. He'd let Keith infect him, change him... rescue him. He didn't want to go back to step one. Not again... He didn't want his nightmares back. He didn't want to wake up alone, or huddled in the corner of the room bleeding with no memory of how he got there. How could he be with Keith after he broke his trust? He'd told Keith he'd needed honesty. Keith who gave him everything else, but the one thing that his broken mind needed. They'd had sex. He'd opened up... literally. Perhaps it wouldn't have stung so badly if it hadn't happened on the heels of that night. * Keith's scent haunted him. The whole ship seemed infected by it. More often than not he'd turned to look to Keith, only to find Allura in his place. He didn't miss Allura. Each conversation he had with her reminds her that she was only a hallucination, and an annoying one at that. Lance couldn't say he'd done a good job of reestablishing himself. His injections were all over the place. His stomach was only accepting minimal amounts of food, and his period hadn't come yet though he felt bloated as hell. Yet he wasn't able to find the effort to care. Keith was gone. Even if he was to turn his ship around and fly back to the Atlas, Keith would have realised by now how much hard work he'd been, and how far Lance had dragged him down. Naturally the pain hadn't passed. The tiny flicker of hope left him unable to wash Keith's scent off his pillows. He missed him. He missed so quiznakking much that his mother would have beaten him black and blue for the number of times he'd cursed the universe for giving him Keith. Wherever he was, Lance hopes he was safe. He hoped that Keith wasn't doing something reckless, or impulsive. That he'd been able to get Lance'a point across in regards to tracking down those responsible for all the disappearances near Ghazex. Lance wished he had the courage to go running back to Keith, but he was so ashamed of how things had played out. He'd shown enough of his shameful sides to Keith... but left alone in this self imposed solitude... he couldn't help but want Keith by his side even if it was to say goodbye. Landing on the far side of Sucrulia, it wasn't Lance's favourite place in this sector of space, but it was the place he was to rendezvous with Th'al at her request. The place was almost all sand and rocky outcrops that reminded him far too much of that shack Keith called home, even the colours were more Earthy than a lot of places out there. No one was around for miles, given this was the desert side of the planet, so until Th'al arrived all he had for company were a few tumbleweeds and a whole lot of creepy purple looking cacti, that were the only unEarth like things there. The other side of Sucrulia was lush, there were ports all along the coast line trading in all kinds of exotic herbs, and spices, and the whole feel of the place was like the golden days of piracy on Earth. That's why they were meeting in the middle of the stupid desert. No one from the other side of the planet came here. No on from the other side of the planet could get out here without the use of a ship. A thick valley of sharp obsidian waiting to murder anyone stupid enough to attempt their way through. Lance had a stupid plan. A very stupid plan, and Th'al was key to it. She'd been pissed to all quiznakkary when he'd suddenly reached out after a phoeb out of contact. It'd been risky firing up his comms, but he'd wasted a whole phoeb without accomplishing anything other than drifting in space, lazily patrolling between bouts of self loathing and remembering he was technically wanted man so had to lay low... not that really stopped him. He couldn't stop his whole life just because he'd been kicked to the curb again. A revelation that'd come after a tremendous amount of self wallowing, tears and Keith's pillows. Lance hadn't been able to bring himself to evict them into the vacuum of space. Th'al kept him waiting for a while quintant. By the time the female bounty hunter showed up, the cacti population had diminished slightly thanks to boredom and his favourite blaster, many now sporting smiley faces that didn't make them any less creepy. Landing her pod next to the Telula, Th'al was just as intimidating as he remembered. Her dark hair pulled into a tight bun, that reminded him of his third grade teacher who'd reduced him to tears over his English, as she strode down her pods loading ramp with her blaster raised in his direction. Raising his hands as if he was actually surrendering, Lance hung his head as she started to scold him. It wasn't like he Th'al were best buddies, they were simply both in the same line of work and had similar ideas on not killing each other over a bounty "What the stars, Leandro! What did you do this time? Daehra was blowing up my comms. Something about you upsetting the Atlas? And why would you return out here? Were you born stupid?" "The jury's still out on that one" "Of all the stupid things you could do. Do you know the Atlas is on the move? There's been talk of Blades being sighted" Great. Shiro hadn't listened, or he'd opted to listen to Keith over Lance and now they were invading his space and threatening the undercover mission Lance had strategised for himself. He needed to get back out to the outpost, and what better way than to be escorted by a hunter handling a bounty? If Keith were there with him, the half-Galra would have already lost his shit over it and deemed it all an unnecessary risk. Then probably would have told him he loved him and fretted over Lance getting himself chopped into tiny pieces, something Lance didn't particularly want to happen but when your heart's just been broken all over again, you don't exactly care for you own wellbeing. "I told them not to interfere. I even gave them a full briefing over how coming out to our little corner would only make things worse. So you can't pin all of this on me. Besides, it's not like I actually wanted to go back to the Atlas..." "Yeah. Yeah. I don't need to hear your life story. I still think this plan of yours is weak" That's because it was "Aw, Th'al. This is why you're still single. I'll have you know my life story is far more interesting than you could ever imagine" Raising her blaster to line the shot up, Lance snorted at his friend "You can shoot me if it'll make you feel better, but I've got a full suit on under these clothes" "Dammit. Fine. Whatever. Don't think I won't shoot you in the foot the moment you get annoying" "I know you will. Are we good to go?" "Of course we are. I'm not some amateur like you are. I've messaged Daehra over the Telula. Thanks for that by the way, she's been blowing up my comms trying to find out if you're alright" "You know how she gets. And you know I needed to lay low. We should probably get out of here if you've already messaged her. The Blade members she's with have an annoying tendency of sticking their noses in where they're not needed or wanted" Glaring at him, Lance was on thin ice when it came to Th'al's patience. Moving to walk past her, he was grateful that she didn't shoot in the foot just yet, though he was sure her desire was strong. With the pod being on the small side, Lance set himself up in the passenger seat of it with a spare holopad while Th'al piloted the ship away from the Telula. Activating his girl's shields remotely, it was a weight off his shoulders to know that everyone would be getting their personal belongings back sooner rather than later. He'd even triple checked that she was in perfect running order for when his team arrived to retrieve her. They'd probably be annoyed that he wasn't there, but this mission needed to come before all the craziness of his private life, and he needed someone more objective than his team to assist in it. They cared too much. They'd blame themselves if something was to happen, which he couldn't be responsible for. No matter what happened the fall out needed to land his shoulders alone. Th'al would leave him if worst came to worse. She'd take her pod and flee before the first shot was even fired. That's what he needed. None of this self sacrifice bullshit. Tapping his fingers against the holopad, he felt something light hit him in the side of the head "Stop tapping so loudly" "I'm not tapping loudly" "If I can hear you, you're tapping too loud" Rolling his eyes, Lance tried to play off the panic that formed at the unexpected strike. He could deny it until he was blue in the face, but without Keith there, his nerves were a fucking mess "I'm sorry. I'm just checking the area. I haven't been able to with everyone deciding they suddenly needed to come after me. I didn't want the data signal registering too close the Telula" "If you hadn't got yourself into this mess, than none of this would have happened" "I know. But on the plus side, when you hand me in you'll have enough money to do... whatever it is you do" Waving his hand, Th'al simply ignored the gesture to continue in the same flat tone "This is true. And I won't have to hear your voice... It almost makes me wish I could wormhole straight there" Huffing at Th'al, it'd be easy for an outsider to think that she truly did hate him, and wasn't secretly a softie under all her creepy armour. He'd seen the glittery blankets and soft toys on her bed, plus anything strawberry from Earth turned her into a mess of love and compliments. Not that they actually got their hands on Earth rations that often. She liked Erathus even less than he did "You're so mean. You're picking on me without even letting me know how your side of the mission went" "What's to let you know? You changed your strategy. That boyfriend of yours got into your head and now you're being stupid again" "Keith isn't my boyfriend" "Mhmm. He's out here. They say that there's going to be a meeting between the Galra, that Earth crew and the head of the police, and government on Erathus" Lance's eyes widened, gaping as he looked to Th'al. This wasn't what he wanted at all. There could be nothing good from a meeting like that... He'd fucking told them. His voice higher than normal as he squeaked "What? Are you joking!? Please Th'al, tell me that you're joking" Laughing happily, Th'al was a bitch "Your face was priceless. How would I know what's happening over there? I was busy thanks to some dumbarse dropping off the universe for movements" Oh thank god for that. Even as a joke, that was fucking cruel. If anything happened to the others, he'd never forgive himself... especially Hunk and Shay. He hadn't even stayed at their damn engagement party, too busy being coddled by Keith... Fuck... If anything happened to Keith because he'd run off... that... he couldn't survive that. Keith was doing so much good in the universe, or he had been until Lance had waylaid his plans and forced him to run off with him "Don't worry. The Atlas isn't really out here. Blade members are though. Been asking rebel camps if they've seen you" Lance scowled hard, realising she'd read him like a book and played him harder than Pidge going at Killbot Phantasm 1. Maybe he should have ejected himself into space while he'd had the chance. It'd be less painful than knowing Th'al could see right through him "You've been fucking with me from the moment you landed, haven't you?" Shooting fucking fingerguns at him, Th'al smirked. Fucking fingerguns. That was his thing! "Yep. Consider it payback for being a little bitch" "You're the bitch. Are you serious about the Blades being out here?" "Yep. Worried your little boyfriend is going to get himself into trouble?" "Keith isn't my boyfriend. And I seriously thought he was smarter than this. This isn't a fucking game" "Daehra said "he's been quite upset since you left". Should I pretend to care and ask what happened?" God. Keith... He could be so stupidly bullheaded. He'd nearly gotten himself killed trying to recover Shiro from Kuron... and then there was that time that Matt told them about, when the dickhead tried to get himself killed. Thanks to Th'al, his heart was beating way too fast, a thick heavy weight sitting in the bottom of his stomach, which might have something to do with the bloating "Nope. You can sit there and shut up" "Someone's sensitive. Have it your way then, "Loverboy Leandro"" Without Th'al bitching at him, Lance's stupid mind had decided to fixate on Keith. The harder he tried to pay attention to the holopad, the more he found he couldn't. His own holopad was on the Telula, he hadn't been able to delete the photos of him and Keith on it, instead he'd wrapped it and left it with a note to Keith. It wasn't exactly hard to lose focus on his mission. He'd be going in alone, before Th'al sent word out. His injection schedule was gone. His mask was gone. His ship was gone. His accidental husband was gone. Their relationship was over but that didn't mean Keith wasn't at the forefront of his thoughts. If he could stop whoever was behind this, Keith wouldn't even need to be involved. Keith would be safe... so would the others, but... Fuck.... he was hopelessly and thoroughly miserable without Keith and his stupid not-mullet. Hearing that Keith was worried about him wasn't exactly surprising, for a while he'd kind of been worried about himself too, but the voices in the back of his mind were quick to speak up. Quick to remind him how fast fucking weak and useless he was, and that he had no right feeling all warm and glowy over Keith when he'd been the one to walk out on the half-Galra. Still, he was only kind of human and a slave to the emotions that Keith had pretty much ripped back up to the surface. He couldn't even fall back to his doses because not a single loose pill, or untainted vial remained in his room, Daehra and Keith had got to them all. Settling in for a long trip, it proved to be just that. Th'al was far more stubborn than him, the woman keeping her silence purely to prove she could, leading to an exceptionally long trip because two could play that game and his Mumma didn't raise no quitter. * Using Zac's program to charter the magnetic fields, the outpost was unfortunately still standing. A dozen armed officers were standing near the area landing for the outpost as Th'al landed her ship, Lance half tempted to make a joke over the welcome party, but he had the feeling it'd fall flat between himself and Th'al. Their silence had lasted until Th'al accidentally broke it by cursing her communicator when it started to ring. She hadn't liked losing to him in the slightest, much like Rachel when it came to pretty much everything, yet unlike Rachel Th'al had been allowed to shoot him in both the leg and shoulder with her blaster. Only grazing shots for the sake of appearances, but enough for him to nearly lose control of his emotions. Still, he wondered if he should find it strange that the two blast shots hadn't affected him as badly as when she'd punched him in the face to split his lip and blackened his eye. He'd very nearly panicked himself into oblivion when she'd touched him. His stupid healing was already taking care of the wounds too fast, not that it dulled the pain. His body much more astute to pain now that his medication had been adjusted, and he couldn't simply get high to mask the symptoms. Dressed in his bloodied civilian clothes, there was no point wearing a body suit into the outpost. One of the first things they'd do would be check him for weapons, tracking devices and recording devices. As a "prisoner" he needed to look like he'd put up the fight of his life. Going in unarmed, and armour free... Keith would kill him. So it was a good thing he actually wasn't. The cuffs around his wrists weren't actually fixed in place, a small canister on sleeping gas hidden in the locking mechanism. The insertion of the metal key would shatter the thin glass encasing the gas. Th'al had been holding out on him for the whole damn trip, springing her invention on him quite proudly as she slapped them around his wrists. There wasn't enough gas to knock out a crowd, but one or two Galra on the other hand... He literally couldn't wait to try it out, the potential applications if they could mount it to his suit would be just too good, or if he hollowed out rounds in a more traditional gun... so maybe he hadn't thought that one through, but the potential applications. It all came back to those two words... and the whole surviving what came next thing. The way he figured it, Th'al had already posted she'd claimed the bounty and was delivering him personally on the hunter boards. She'd waited until the last moment to do so to prevent anyone coming after them, plus his time dated beaten and bloodied face photograph proved she'd "subdued" him, and indeed had had held him in her custody. Giving him one final look over, Th'al aimed her blaster at him "Right. Out you get, time to stop bleeding on the floor of my pod" This was Th'al speak for "I've done a damn good job, but I'd like to leave in one piece so I need you off my pod before they decide to just blow us up. Every offence meant" "Thanks for this" Th'al frowned at him "I don't know if you should be thanking me. I'm about to deliver you to your death" "I'm not going to die here. You know the plan" "I know you're a fool. Relying on the gas to knock them out, then taking their weapons... What if they don't touch the cuffs?" "Then I'll smack them against a wall or their faces..." "Leandro..." She really must think he was going to die because she'd never given him such a concerned look as she was right now. Softening his features, Lance let out a soft sigh. Why did people always have to go and get emotional at all the wrong times? "Th'al. We've come this far. I can't let this continue happening. What if you're taken? What if it was your friends and family? They took my friend, they killed another... Now Earth is involved... I can't let people keep getting hurt. For our little space in the universe, I need to do this" "You're a fool" "Yeah. A stubborn idiot who's a bit of a dick. That's what my husband would say..." Th'al widened at his soft confession. Lance hadn't meant to let it slip... or maybe he had. He was hurting and all he wanted was Keith to be safe, so that not all of this was for nothing "You're married?" "To Keith... By accident on Daehra's planet. He broke my heart but I can't stand the idea of him ending up to chopped into pieces and left out here. So I need to do this, and I'm going to do this. Let's head down before they storm the ship and arrest you for being an accomplice instead of a delivery woman" With Th'al's blaster against his back, Lance hunched his shoulders and kept his head down, being the best battered prisoner he could. Normally a bounty hunter would sign their catch over to the authorities, or on personal delivery, they'd escort their catch in and sign over rights. That wasn't quite how it played out. Reaching the small army waiting for him, a large outpost officer grabbed him by the hair, bending his throat back as he was gut punched for his trouble. Gritting his teeth, Lance received a second blow for not crying out like they wanted "I'll be taking my payment before you kill the merchandise" Four of the men behind the one holding him up by his hair raised their weapons towards Th'al. Th'al moving away from him as she aimed her blaster. The man holding him growling "I suggest you leave before we arrest you" "I demand my bounty. I acquired the target" Pulling his blaster from his hip, Lance felt his hair being torn before he was stumbling sideways and landing on his knees painfully, the man holding him activating the blaster into its extended form "Leave" "Fuck this" Raising her blaster and her free hand, Th'al stepped back "Expect to hear from Erathus. This is not how business is conducted" Glancing between the men with weapons aimed, the man who'd just made the silent threat to shoot her, and Lance, Lance gave Th'al a tiny nod. Knowing her she'd find a way to still get paid. No one would take a bounty if they weren't going to get paid, especially over such a large sum. Lance was personally more concerned with her getting out of there alive... And not taking another blow to the gut in case they broke the vial in his cuffs before their group was down to a more manageable number. Still on his knees, he watched as Th'al jogged up the ramp to her pod... oooooh fuck... they were actually doing this now. Better late than never with the panic, but not at all would have been preferred... He was seasoned professional... his mother was going to slap him senseless with her slipper when she found out "It's a little late for panic. You made a mistake coming here" The clicheness of the man's line almost made brought a smile to Lance's lips. Bad guys were stupid. They were always stupidly stupid... Lance kind of missed the organise mess of murder that was the Galra... almost... maybe just Zarkon. At least had a reason for being a bad guy "Technically, that's still to be de..." Smacking him in the jaw with the butt of the blaster, Lance flinched as he bit the inside of his cheek "Did I say you can speak?" Spitting out the bloodied salvia gathering in his mouth, Lance continued "... cided. Now, take me to your leader?" "I... what... shut up. You're in no position to be making demands" "Idiot says what?" "Huh? What did you say?" Eh. It was close enough. Smirking to himself, Lance was smacked in the face with the butt of the blaster again. Losing his balance, Lance's hands went out to stop himself from ending up on his side, his cuffs no longer protected... The Cuban not thinking about how fragile fingers were until the man in charge brought his boot down on them, Lance howling in agony as the digits on his left crunched, the unprotected skin tearing as they broke, the officer taking an extra few ticks to relish the pain he was causing before finally releasing Lance's almost disfigured hand. Being down a hand hadn't been part of his plan... "Take him inside. Make sure you lock this thing up properly. They want it in one piece" "Aw. Don't you fella's know how to make a man feel special" was what Lance wanted to say. Actually anything quick and witty would have been better than the weak whine he let out as two hulking officers hefted him up. Between everything done to him within the last varga, his felt physically drained beyond words, leaving him limp as they started to drag him towards the entrance to the facility. If someone wanted him in one piece, then they wouldn't in a rush to murder him right away... Maybe his plan wasn't all rubbish?

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CSUAVS prt 30... I should start working on this... but snotty nose

Laying on his back, Lance stared up at the roof of the command room of the Telula. How long it'd been since he'd left the Atlas, he had no idea, only that his tears had run dry. Once again he was alone. Once again his heart was broken by the one he'd loved. Only... this time was different. This time there was nothing to live for. Planning a hundred juniper berries wouldn't make Keith come after him. Planting a million wouldn't ease his broken soul. The fragile web of trust they'd spun had been torn to pieces right before his eyes. Keith had not only lied to him, he'd spilled his deepest darkest secrets to his mother. That explained why Krolia hadn't spoken to him before the meeting, she was probably silently judging him, waiting for the right time to admit she'd known he was naive and stupid all along. She couldn't let someone as dirty as him be with her only son. The Galra prided themselves on strength, where as he wasn't even able to make it through most days without something startling or panicking him. What good was he anyway? No one listened. Shiro hadn't wanted to hand over control of the meeting, but he'd taken it away like he deserved a place there, and like he deserved to be telling any of them how to do their jobs. However long he'd been gone, it'd been long enough for his heat to come. Long enough for his body to be screaming out for Keith's touches. His kisses. His soothing scent and warm arms. Keith was always so damn warm. It didn't matter what he'd thrown at him, Keith's arms were always welcoming and loving for him. His soft lips pressing kissing to Lance's temple, with nibble fingers carefully stroking his hair. Keith's touches had been his everything. Only his hold felt right against Lance's broken and battered body. Keith had moulded him into something more than he had been. And now when he reached out his hand, there was no one there. The only person he could blame was himself. With the engines running on 15 per cent power, his comms were off, the navigation system was off, leaving the space around him silent. He only needed enough power for gravity and life support. Letting his ship drift, he hadn't checked his position in vargas, perhaps quintants. He'd vaguely remembered pointing his ship towards his usual hunting grounds after messaging Shiro, Daehra, Th'al and his mother so she wouldn't kick up a fuss over his sudden disappearance. She'd fussed way too much over him as it was, so he'd been the perfect son and lied through his teeth over how "nice and quiet life was", and how "risk free" his job was. Yeah. It fucking hurt to lie, but what exactly could he say? Groaning heavily Lance rolled to his side, the view just as unappealing. When he could bothered moving his sticky body from the floor, he'd find a rebel camp to drop the Telula at. It held everyone's personal belongings, something he didn't think about when he'd bolted. All he'd wanted to do was put as much distance between him and Keith. Maybe if they'd talked before, he might have been able to find some way to understand... but he'd opened up to him. He'd let him in. He'd let Keith infect him, change him... rescue him. He didn't want to go back to step one. Not again... He didn't want his nightmares back. He didn't want to wake up alone, or huddled in the corner of the room bleeding with no memory of how he got there. How could he be with Keith after he broke his trust? He'd told Keith he'd needed honesty. Keith who gave him everything else, but the one thing that his broken mind needed. They'd had sex. He'd opened up... literally. Perhaps it wouldn't have stung so badly if it hadn't happened on the heels of that night. * Keith's scent haunted him. The whole ship seemed infected by it. More often than not he'd turned to look to Keith, only to find Allura in his place. He didn't miss Allura. Each conversation he had with her reminds her that she was only a hallucination, and an annoying one at that. Lance couldn't say he'd done a good job of reestablishing himself. His injections were all over the place. His stomach was only accepting minimal amounts of food, and his period hadn't come yet though he felt bloated as hell. Yet he wasn't able to find the effort to care. Keith was gone. Even if he was to turn his ship around and fly back to the Atlas, Keith would have realised by now how much hard work he'd been, and how far Lance had dragged him down. Naturally the pain hadn't passed. The tiny flicker of hope left him unable to wash Keith's scent off his pillows. He missed him. He missed so quiznakking much that his mother would have beaten him black and blue for the number of times he'd cursed the universe for giving him Keith. Wherever he was, Lance hopes he was safe. He hoped that Keith wasn't doing something reckless, or impulsive. That he'd been able to get Lance'a point across in regards to tracking down those responsible for all the disappearances near Ghazex. Lance wished he had the courage to go running back to Keith, but he was so ashamed of how things had played out. He'd shown enough of his shameful sides to Keith... but left alone in this self imposed solitude... he couldn't help but want Keith by his side even if it was to say goodbye. Landing on the far side of Sucrulia, it wasn't Lance's favourite place in this sector of space, but it was the place he was to rendezvous with Th'al at her request. The place was almost all sand and rocky outcrops that reminded him far too much of that shack Keith called home, even the colours were more Earthy than a lot of places out there. No one was around for miles, given this was the desert side of the planet, so until Th'al arrived all he had for company were a few tumbleweeds and a whole lot of creepy purple looking cacti, that were the only unEarth like things there. The other side of Sucrulia was lush, there were ports all along the coast line trading in all kinds of exotic herbs, and spices, and the whole feel of the place was like the golden days of piracy on Earth. That's why they were meeting in the middle of the stupid desert. No one from the other side of the planet came here. No on from the other side of the planet could get out here without the use of a ship. A thick valley of sharp obsidian waiting to murder anyone stupid enough to attempt their way through. Lance had a stupid plan. A very stupid plan, and Th'al was key to it. She'd been pissed to all quiznakkary when he'd suddenly reached out after a phoeb out of contact. It'd been risky firing up his comms, but he'd wasted a whole phoeb without accomplishing anything other than drifting in space, lazily patrolling between bouts of self loathing and remembering he was technically wanted man so had to lay low... not that really stopped him. He couldn't stop his whole life just because he'd been kicked to the curb again. A revelation that'd come after a tremendous amount of self wallowing, tears and Keith's pillows. Lance hadn't been able to bring himself to evict them into the vacuum of space. Th'al kept him waiting for a while quintant. By the time the female bounty hunter showed up, the cacti population had diminished slightly thanks to boredom and his favourite blaster, many now sporting smiley faces that didn't make them any less creepy. Landing her pod next to the Telula, Th'al was just as intimidating as he remembered. Her dark hair pulled into a tight bun, that reminded him of his third grade teacher who'd reduced him to tears over his English, as she strode down her pods loading ramp with her blaster raised in his direction. Raising his hands as if he was actually surrendering, Lance hung his head as she started to scold him. It wasn't like he Th'al were best buddies, they were simply both in the same line of work and had similar ideas on not killing each other over a bounty "What the stars, Leandro! What did you do this time? Daehra was blowing up my comms. Something about you upsetting the Atlas? And why would you return out here? Were you born stupid?" "The jury's still out on that one" "Of all the stupid things you could do. Do you know the Atlas is on the move? There's been talk of Blades being sighted" Great. Shiro hadn't listened, or he'd opted to listen to Keith over Lance and now they were invading his space and threatening the undercover mission Lance had strategised for himself. He needed to get back out to the outpost, and what better way than to be escorted by a hunter handling a bounty? If Keith were there with him, the half-Galra would have already lost his shit over it and deemed it all an unnecessary risk. Then probably would have told him he loved him and fretted over Lance getting himself chopped into tiny pieces, something Lance didn't particularly want to happen but when your heart's just been broken all over again, you don't exactly care for you own wellbeing. "I told them not to interfere. I even gave them a full briefing over how coming out to our little corner would only make things worse. So you can't pin all of this on me. Besides, it's not like I actually wanted to go back to the Atlas..." "Yeah. Yeah. I don't need to hear your life story. I still think this plan of yours is weak" That's because it was "Aw, Th'al. This is why you're still single. I'll have you know my life story is far more interesting than you could ever imagine" Raising her blaster to line the shot up, Lance snorted at his friend "You can shoot me if it'll make you feel better, but I've got a full suit on under these clothes" "Dammit. Fine. Whatever. Don't think I won't shoot you in the foot the moment you get annoying" "I know you will. Are we good to go?" "Of course we are. I'm not some amateur like you are. I've messaged Daehra over the Telula. Thanks for that by the way, she's been blowing up my comms trying to find out if you're alright" "You know how she gets. And you know I needed to lay low. We should probably get out of here if you've already messaged her. The Blade members she's with have an annoying tendency of sticking their noses in where they're not needed or wanted" Glaring at him, Lance was on thin ice when it came to Th'al's patience. Moving to walk past her, he was grateful that she didn't shoot in the foot just yet, though he was sure her desire was strong. With the pod being on the small side, Lance set himself up in the passenger seat of it with a spare holopad while Th'al piloted the ship away from the Telula. Activating his girl's shields remotely, it was a weight off his shoulders to know that everyone would be getting their personal belongings back sooner rather than later. He'd even triple checked that she was in perfect running order for when his team arrived to retrieve her. They'd probably be annoyed that he wasn't there, but this mission needed to come before all the craziness of his private life, and he needed someone more objective than his team to assist in it. They cared too much. They'd blame themselves if something was to happen, which he couldn't be responsible for. No matter what happened the fall out needed to land his shoulders alone. Th'al would leave him if worst came to worse. She'd take her pod and flee before the first shot was even fired. That's what he needed. None of this self sacrifice bullshit. Tapping his fingers against the holopad, he felt something light hit him in the side of the head "Stop tapping so loudly" "I'm not tapping loudly" "If I can hear you, you're tapping too loud" Rolling his eyes, Lance tried to play off the panic that formed at the unexpected strike. He could deny it until he was blue in the face, but without Keith there, his nerves were a fucking mess "I'm sorry. I'm just checking the area. I haven't been able to with everyone deciding they suddenly needed to come after me. I didn't want the data signal registering too close the Telula" "If you hadn't got yourself into this mess, than none of this would have happened" "I know. But on the plus side, when you hand me in you'll have enough money to do... whatever it is you do" Waving his hand, Th'al simply ignored the gesture to continue in the same flat tone "This is true. And I won't have to hear your voice... It almost makes me wish I could wormhole straight there" Huffing at Th'al, it'd be easy for an outsider to think that she truly did hate him, and wasn't secretly a softie under all her creepy armour. He'd seen the glittery blankets and soft toys on her bed, plus anything strawberry from Earth turned her into a mess of love and compliments. Not that they actually got their hands on Earth rations that often. She liked Erathus even less than he did "You're so mean. You're picking on me without even letting me know how your side of the mission went" "What's to let you know? You changed your strategy. That boyfriend of yours got into your head and now you're being stupid again" "Keith isn't my boyfriend" "Mhmm. He's out here. They say that there's going to be a meeting between the Galra, that Earth crew and the head of the police, and government on Erathus" Lance's eyes widened, gaping as he looked to Th'al. This wasn't what he wanted at all. There could be nothing good from a meeting like that... He'd fucking told them. His voice higher than normal as he squeaked "What? Are you joking!? Please Th'al, tell me that you're joking" Laughing happily, Th'al was a bitch "Your face was priceless. How would I know what's happening over there. I was busy thanks to some dumbarse dropping off the universe for movements" Oh thank god for that. Even as a joke, that was fucking cruel "Don't worry. The Atlas isn't really out here. Blade members are though. Been asking rebel camps if they've seen you" Lance scowled, realising she'd read him like a book and played him harder than Pidge going at Killbot Phantasm 1. Maybe he should have ejected himself into space while he'd had the chance. It'd be less painful than knowing Th'al could see right through him "You've been fucking with me from the moment you landed, haven't you?" Shooting fucking fingerguns at him, Th'al smirked. Fucking fingerguns. That was his thing! "Yep. Consider it payback for being a little bitch" "You're the bitch. Are you serious about the Blades being out here?" "Yep. Worried your little boyfriend is going to get himself into trouble?" "Keith isn't my boyfriend. And I seriously thought he was smarter than this. This isn't a fucking game" "Daehra said "he's been quite upset since you left". Should I pretend to care and ask what happened?" "Nope. You can sit there and shut up" "Someone's sensitive. Have it your way then" Without Th'al bitching at him, Lance's stupid mind had decided to fixate on Keith. It wasn't exactly hard. It was all he'd been doing since they parted, not that he'd ever admit as much... but he was hopelessly and thoroughly miserable without Keith and his stupid not-mullet. Hearing that Keith was worried about him wasn't exactly surprising, for a while he'd kind of been worried about himself too, but the voices in the back of his mind were quick to speak up. Quick to remind him how tucking weak and useless he was, and that he had no right feeling all warm and glowy over Keith when he'd been the one to walk out on the half-Galra. Still, he was only kind of human and a slave to the emotions that Keith had pretty much ripped back up to the surface. He couldn't even fall back to his doses because not a single loose pill, or untainted vial remained in his room, Daehra and Keith had got to them all. Settling in for a long trip, it proved to be just that. Th'al was far more stubborn than him, the woman keeping her silence purely to prove she could, leading to an exceptionally long trip because two could play that game and his Mumma didn't raise no quitter.