#Flug Radar

[usafphantom2]

The air molecules can’t get out of the way fast enough so they pile up in front of the jet and give off heat. This meant that the airplane had to be built so that it could both withstand high temperatures, high stress, and be stealthy. Because yes, the Blackbird was using stealth technology. It was actually the first operational aircraft using stealth features. Of course, it did not have a low radar cross section as modern fighters have, the SR-71 had an RCS of about 10m^2 while for instance the F-22 Raptor looks like a marble on the radar.

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[priokskfm]

#MixOfDay #Podcast #Radioshow #LiveDjset CLR Podcast 344 I DEAS This is the CLR Podcast 344 with a 2 hours long daytime set by DEAS, recorded live on September 30th at the legendary Hafen 49 in Mannheim / Germany. Enjoy! Tracklist CLR Podcast 344 I DEAS Cimadevilla - Pain Au Ignez - Blueprint (Original Mix) Matrixxman - Sinister Anika Kunst - Back Road (Original Mix) A.Morgan - The Night Raider (Digital Exclusive) Daryn Steytler - Daryn Steytler Bailey Ibbs - Caelid  Javi Lago - Estratosfera (Original Mix) Radar - Random Accident (b.mod Remix) Daryn Steytler, VOLTAGE(ZA) - Dance with Me (Original Mix) Danny Wabbit - Don't F*** With My Energy (bass loop Yoikol - Jab  Deluka, Amotik - Transmission (Amotik Remix) Leiras - Ox Emerald (Original Mix) DEAS - Koma Jamie Anderson, Robert Owens - Talk With Myself (R.M.K Remix)  The Southern - SWAMP Alessandro Grops - Mistrality (Original Mix) Bondaruk, Jaspe - De 1 Tiro (Original Mix) DEAS - Are You Sure? Luke Slater & Dubfire - The Sonic Assassin Phara - Verbs & Snares DEAS - Tanzhaus  Are:gone - Untitled 2 (Original Mix) DEAS - Black Air Jacopo Susini - Give Me (Original Mix) Flug - The Chord (Original Mix) DEAS - Flux / unreleased DEAS - Focus Rill - Frakes Underground, Electronic, club, "deep techno" www.priokskfm.online https://ift.tt/iFdDUWQ

[gameforestdach]

Team Rocket's Sierra hat ihr Line-up für November 2023 in Pokémon Go aktualisiert und sie meint es ernst. Mit einer Reihe von mächtigen Schatten-Pokémon brauchst du die perfekte Strategie und das perfekte Team, um sie zu besiegen. Keine Sorge, Trainer! Wir haben für euch die besten Konter, Schwächen und Strategien, um sicherzustellen, dass ihr gewinnt. Sierra ist einer der Team Rocket Bosse, denen du begegnen kannst, nachdem du das Rocket-Radar erhalten hast. Diesen Monat bringt sie eine herausfordernde Auswahl mit Sableye, Skarmory, Gardevoir, Muk, Gyarados, Houndoom und Kingdra. Wir bieten umfassende Strategien und Team-Empfehlungen, um deinen Sieg zu sichern. Überblick über Sierras Lineup Wenn du gegen Sierra antrittst, wirst du drei aufeinanderfolgende Kämpfe mit Schatten-Pokémon bestreiten müssen. Das Line-up für November 2023 ist wie folgt: Erster Kampf: Sableye Zweiter Kampf: Skarmory, Gardevoir oder Muk Dritter Kampf: Gyarados, Houndoom oder Kingdra Um Sierra zu besiegen, diversifiziere dein Team, um diese Gegner effektiv zu kontern. Konter für einzelne Pokémon Sableye kontern Sableye, ein Dunkel- und Geist-Typ Pokémon, ist hauptsächlich anfällig gegen Fee-Attacken. Hier einige der besten Konter: Gardevoir mit Charme und Feenbrise Togekiss mit Charme und Feenbrise Xerneas mit Geomantie und Mondgewalt Skarmory, Gardevoir oder Muk kontern Jedes dieser Pokémon hat seine eigenen Schwächen, weshalb es wichtig ist, deine Strategie anzupassen. Skarmory Skarmory, ein Stahl- und Flug-Typ, ist hauptsächlich anfällig gegen Elektro- und Feuer-Attacken. Starke Konter sind: Heatran mit Feuerwirbel und Magmasturm Zapdos mit Donnerschock und Donnerblitz Gardevoir Die Typen Psycho und Fee machen Gardevoir anfällig für Gift, Geist und Stahl. Zu berücksichtigende Konter sind: Metagross mit Patronenhieb und Sternenhagel Gengar mit Schlecker und Spukball Muk Als Gift-Typ ist Muk anfällig für Boden- und Psycho-Attacken. Top-Konter sind: Groudon mit Lehmbrühe und Abgrundsklinge Metagross mit Sondersensor und Psychokinese Gyarados, Houndoom oder Kingdra kontern Die dritte Runde bringt eigene Herausforderungen mit sich. So konterst du Sierras letztes Pokémon: Gyarados Angesichts der Schwächen gegen Elektro- und Gesteinstypen ist Gyarados schnell erledigt durch: Tyranitar mit Katapult und Steinkante Elektek mit Donnerschock und Stromstoß Houndoom Mit Schwächen gegen die Typen Kampf, Boden, Gestein und Wasser kann Houndoom gekontert werden durch: Lucario mit Konter und Energieanstieg Primarene mit Charme und Hydropumpe Kingdra Kingdra ist schwach gegen Drachen- und Fee-Typ-Attacken. Empfohlene Konter sind: Dragoran mit Drachenodem und Drachenklaue Gardevoir mit Charme und Feenbrise Das ideale Team Es ist knifflig, nur drei Pokémon auszuwählen. Basierend auf unserer Analyse ist eine Kombination aus Gardevoir, Primarene und Dragoran sehr zu empfehlen. Dieses Set ermöglicht es dir, eine breite Palette von Sierras möglichen Auswahlmöglichkeiten zu kontern. Alternative Empfehlungen Andere empfohlene Sets beinhalten Kyogre, Despotar und Dragoran für einen ausgewogenen Ansatz. Kommende Events Obwohl es keine direkten Updates über Sierra gibt, wird der November 2023 andere Events wie den Wooper Community Day bieten, die deine Strategie gegen sie beeinflussen könnten. Bist du bereit, Sierra herauszufordern? Wir würden gerne deine Kampfgeschichten und alle alternativen Strategien, die du als effektiv gefunden hast, hören! Lasst es uns in den Kommentaren wissen. Quellen: Charlie Intel, Serebii

[rouvensiegler]

Der Flug unter dem Radar ...

Egal ob CEO, Führungsmanagement oder im Dienstverhältnis – es gibt viele berufliche und persönliche Gründe für einen “Flug unter dem Radar” was eine Therapie oder ein Coaching betrifft. Zunächst: Diskretion und Verschwiegenheit haben bei mir einen sehr hohen Stellenwert. Fallbeispiel CEO/Führungsmanagement: Gerade in höheren Positionen fällte es zunehmend schwerer sich jemandem mit persönlichen…

[ohtobeleah]

Mission Impossible // Bob Floyd

Summary: After Bob is picked to fly the mission with the Dagger team, memories of moments you both have shared together come flooding back—leading to a shock discovery.

Word Count: 9.6k

Warnings: Angsty. Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd pairing. Some smut.

Author Note: Jesus I don’t know where this came from but I’m happy where we got with it. (Published 14.09.22)

Read Part One Here // Radar

“I love you so much—“ Bob's breath fanned across your neck, his lips hot against your skin as he pushed himself further inside you. A moan echoing off the dorm room walls as your eyes rolled, back arching as you dug your nails deep into the muscles of his back. Secretly? Bob enjoyed the pain you brought. The sensation. “God you’re beautiful—“

“Bob—“ you moaned, searching for his lips. “Fuck, faster.” It came out as a beg and oh boy, the way you begged for him had Bob seeing stars. He could feel the pressure building as the base of his shaft as he slipped himself in and out, a rhythm so unbelievably perfect it had you breathless. Bucking his hips. The crushing weight of his ribs still busted from his flight training mishap didn’t matter, not right now, not with how good it felt to be inside you. Not with how good it felt to be with you. “So close, fuck I’m so close!”

“Cum for me sweetheart, that’s it, cum for me—“

*knock* *knock* *knock*

A pool of drool had formed where your head met the pillow. Your mouth opened slightly as gentle snores filled the room. Exhausted could be an understatement, ever since Bob was discharged from the hospital you’d been by his side. The secret was out so was there any real point in sneaking around behind closed doors?

*knock* *knock* *knock*

The incessant knocking coming from the solid dorm room door had you coming to the surface from a very very good dream, groaning as you sat up. Your pyjamas clinging to your body, sweaty. Your hair a bird's nest upon your head, eye mask pushed up to your forehead. Dragging your feet reluctantly as you flug the door open with an annoyed sigh, half asleep.

“What!?” You groaned. Rubbing your eyes as you came face to face with Maverick. The marks Bob has left on your collar bones exposed. Deep purple’s littering your skin.

“Well I can’t say I’m surprised to see you here considering I went to your quarters this morning and found it abandoned.” Maverick teased as you came to the realisation this was Bob's room.

“Shit—“ you sighed, looking at Maverick as you tried your best to fire your systems. Sleep deprivation was proving to be no joke. “Sorry Pete I—“

“No need to explain, just—get changed and meet me and Admiral Beau in the command centre.”

“Yes Captain Mitchell.” You tried to salut, smacking your elbow on the door as you did so. Your humorous numb as it sent pins and needles up your entire arm. Holding it close to your body as you watched Maverick chuckle before walking down the corridor. “Fuck—“ you hissed, shutting the door as you let your back slide down it.

“You know what?” You heard Bob before you saw him. “Not one of your finest moments.” Bob cooed with a small smile plastered on his face as he stepped from the bathroom. His hair still wet as the towel he used to keep himself from being totally exposed hung low across his hips. “The secondhand embarrassment is radiating off you, sweetheart.” As he turned, you saw the claw marks you’d left on his back from last night. A shiver encapsulating your entire being for a split second at the memories. “What did Mav want?”

“Duty calls.” You gathered your uniform that had been flung across the floor of Bob's dorm, holding it in a ball at your chest. Clinging to the responsibility you had. “This was nice, but—“ You began to be a smartass. Bob catching your drift and deciding to go along with it.

“Oh yeah, totally—“ Bob played along. Coming to kiss you deeply. His hands lingering on your hips. “I don’t do the whole relationship thing either.”

“So just a one time thing?” You smirked, eyeing off the wedding band draped across his chest. Nestled perfectly between his dog tags.

“Hope you weren’t expecting anything more.” Bob teased, leaning in to cup your cheeks, drawing you in for one final kiss. His tongue slowly dancing with yours as he asked for permission to go deeper. Accepting the invitation you gave him with a small moan. Pulling back before he could get too carried away. It was always easy to get caught up with you, the love of his life. His better half. “Don’t forget to grab a coffee on your way out.”

“Bags that bad huh?” You chuckled, biting your bottom lip. Turning on your heels to head out. “Love ya!” You cooed . Opening the door before turning for one final look at your husband. “By the way?” You teased. “You definitely should have been skins.”

“Get outta here—“ Bob flung a pair of balled up socks your way as you closed the door to his dorm behind you, making your way up to the common area kitchenette. Rounding the corner in a flurry, you bumped into Rooster who couldn’t hide his surprise if he tried.

“Hot date?” He questioned as he sipped his morning coffee. Sitting at the small dining table you stood across from.

“Something along those lines.” You replied, feet padding across the flooring over to the coffee pot. Still holding your uniform balled up. “Got any sugar?”

“Top cupboard to the right— don’t let Hangman catch you.” Rooster reminded you. “He’s still out for blood“ the overbearing urge to demolish a pop tart suddenly overwhelming you, not usually one for a sugary breakfast, you couldn’t fight it. Pocketing the pop tart that sat lonesome and unopened for when you got back to your own dorm.

“I can handle him, god—what is his problem anyway?” You sipped your coffee as you began your journey back to your dorm. You’d return the coffee mug at a later date. “If Mav wants him flying this mission he’ll fly the damn mission, but it’s not my problem he doesn’t play well with others, that’s just my professional opinion.”

“I honestly think it’s more personal than professional, Radar—“ Rooster explained, yawning slightly as he leaned back in his chair. “He’s not used to not getting what he wants.”

“I’m literally married, Brad—he’s just gonna have to figure it out before he gets you all killed.” You groaned, walking off down the corridor just as Hangman made his entrance into the common areas. Eyeing you off as he walked away. “Not a word Seresin!” You pushed past time. Invoking a small chuckle from his stupid face.

“Big night there Radar? Didn’t think Bobby had it in him.”

“Eat my ass Hangman!” You shouted, Rooster couldn’t hold back his laughter as he spat his coffee back into his mug.

“Does she know that’s what I’ve been trying to do?” Jake smirked to Bradley as he walked over to the coffee pot, noticing something missing. “You owe me a damn pop tart Bradshaw—“

“It wasn’t even me!!”

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It came as a shock, you didn't know how to process the unimaginable, Admiral Beau had decided that without Iceman’s input, Maverick would be removed from helping the Top Gun class improve their still set, their training. It was bad enough Pete had just lost an incredible friend and colleague, but to now lose his job?

“With all due respect Admiral, I truly think that is one of the worst decisions you could make.” You couldn’t help yourself from speaking your mind. “These aviators really respond to Captain Mitchell—take that bond away and I’m not too sure how they’ll react.”

“Well it's a good thing I didn't ask for your opinion now isn’t it?” Admiral Beau chewed you out as you stood with your chest proud, uniform no longer a wrinkled ball in your arms after a long night spent between the sheets with your husband. “I brought you here to agree to the request you've been making, a time change to the mission.” You knew this wasn't going to be good, you certainly hadn't figured out an appropriate time frame for the pilots? “Four minutes–” Your heart sunk into the pit of your stomach, your eyes widened as you broke your position, stepping forward, your emotions running rampant. A sudden urge to want to empty the content of your stomach trickling up the back of your throat. What the hell was going on? Why were you dizzy and unstable?

“That's enough time for them to be fired upon? Are you trying to get them killed Admiral or are you dying of dementia!?” you hissed, very much stepping out of line. Trying to keep yourself held together. Maverick's hand came to hold your wrist tight, pulling you back. “These people have families–they aren't ready to fly this mission enough as it is and you wanna give the enemy the upper hand!?”

“As you keep saying OS, but they accept the responsibilities and risks this job entails.” Admiral Beau replied as he stood from his chair, leaning forward on his desk. “It was your job to get them ready.”

“Sir, they have to believe that this mission can be flown.” Maverick could see the tears threatening to spill from your waterline. This wasn't what you wanted. Not Four entire minutes. You were pushing for seconds, milliseconds. Not enough time for enemy pilots to take them out like sitting ducks.

“And all you've managed to do? Radar, is teach them that it can't!” Admiral Beau took incredible pleasure in chewing you out, but he took more pride in doing so before the Top Gun graduate’s.

It was hard to keep your composure as you stood before the Top Gun class once again in the hangar turned classroom. Bob could sense something was wrong the moment he looked at you and you wouldnt look at him. Standing reluctantly next to Admiral Beau, hugging your clipboard. What could have happened to change your entire demeanour within the space of a few hours since he saw you leave his dorm.

“Captain Mitchel is no longer your instructor, and as of today, there are new mission parameters courtesy of OS Spencer-Floyd.” Your heart sank when the Admiral pinned this on you. Bob sat up a little straighter in his chair when he saw your head sink toward the ground slightly. “The time to target is now four minutes, you'll be entering the valley level at reduced speed. No to exceed 420 knots.” you watched as Bob turned to look at Phoenix.

“Sir, won't we be giving their planes time to intercept?” you could practically see the concern oozing from Bob's expression.

“Well Lieutenant, you have a fighting chance against enemy aircraft– what are the odds of surviving a head-on collision with a mountain?” Bob went to speak, but the slight shake of the head you gave told him enough to know it was a losing battle. “You’ll be attacking the target from a higher altitude, level with the north wall, which will be a little harder to keep your laser on target, but you will avoid a high G force climbing out.”

“We’ll be sitting ducks for enemy missiles.” Payback leaned over and whispered just loud enough so you would hear to Fanboy. Both looking at you like you'd stabbed them in the back.

“There's no way the OS signed off on this?” Hangman interjected. “She wouldn't send dear old hubby up there against all those odds.” As much as you didnt appracted the tone Hangman conveyed? He was right, you haven't been a part of this. Not in the slightest bit. You wouldn’t have put Bob in that position, hell— you wouldn’t have put any of them in that situation. Not with everything that had to lose. This wasn’t what you thought being a Top Gun WOS would lead Bob, especially when it felt like you’d just become personally responsible for this situation. Bob's face had never looked more concerned, you hated how he looked at you right now. With confusion and anger, not with the passion and drive he had some years ago—fresh out of Top Gun.

“Well—“ you beamed, watching as Bob strutted towards you in his Ceremonial Naval uniform. “It looks like all that rice and ginger really paid off huh?” You chuckled, wrapping your arms around the man you loved as he ducked his head into the crook of your neck. Top Gun papers crumbled in his hand as he took you into his arms. “I’m so proud of you—“

“I never could have done this, any of this, without you.” Bob cooed as he kissed your cheek. His Top Gun graduation had seen Bob come out as one of the best weapons systems officers the Navy had to offer. You’d managed to use some PTO to witness the moment your fiancées Career truly started to take a turn. “I don’t think I’d be here if you hadn’t run into me all those years ago.” You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks as you reached out to gently take Bob's cheek in your palm, rubbing the pad of your thumb against his cheek. “Chasing you, falling in love with you, paid off.” Bob gave you too much credit when he was the one who put the effort in, who was the best at what he did. Kissing him over and over again.

“You were always gonna do great things Robert Floyd, I’m just so beyond grateful I get to witness you achieve them” you mumbled against his lips. “I’m so fucking proud of you—“

“I’m a Top Gun Weapons Systems officer—“ Bob beamed, jumping with excitement for a moment as he swept you off your feet. “Holy shit!”

“You’re in the big leagues now Baby!” You chuckled, Bob spinning you around with so much pride. “I’m almost nervous to have to work on missions for you—you know, if they ever actually post us together.” Bob didn’t care, he’d follow your orders any day, no matter what, no matter where.

“I’d follow you to the moon and back, just make sure I come home in one piece and we’ll be good.”

“Admiral Beau informed me of the sudden and drastic measures this morning, they go against my advice and council as Operations Systems Specialist.” you explained. “I've run the course, I've calculated all probability and factored in risk to reward ratios and without fail every time, it's a failed run.”

“That's enough Renee–” Admiral Beau hissed as you looked at Bob with so much desperation in your eyes. You didn’t want this—that all too prominent sickness pooling in your stomach once again, perhaps that pop tart wasn’t the most nutritious breakfast?

“I requested an extension of fifteen seconds to be added to the mission time, total time two minutes and forty five seconds–” you rushed to explain to the class that sat before you absolutely dumbfounded.

“Enough–!” It was like a ton of bricks had come down on you. Admiral Beau had had enough but you could no longer be a part of this mission if it meant sending people out against every odd in the book.

“With that in mind I can no longer in good Conscience propose my professional findings and wish to be removed as Operations Specialist from this mission effective immediately.”

“Renee!?” Bob stood from his chair, questioning what you’d just done. You couldn’t leave him on this mission like this—he trusted you, above anyone else, to keep him, to keep his team safe on this mission.

As you tried to resign from your posting, the monitor behind you began to beep. An F-18 signal appeared on the screen.Turning you couldn’t hide the smile that crept upon your face.

“Who the hell is that?’ Admiral Beau questioned sternly as he turned to you, shrugging your shoulders, playing dumb, you watched on as Mavericks voice came through the comms.

“Maverick to range control, entering point alpha– confirm green range.” He spoke confidently like this wasn’t a massive breach of security.

“Uh Maverick range control—uh, green range is confirmed. I don't see you on the event scheduled for your sir.” Range control responded promptly as Bob snuck up beside you.

“What the hell is going on with you!?” He whispered softly in your ear. “I’m starting to rethink ever coming here.”

“God if I had it my way neither of us would be here!” You sighed. “I’m in a very difficult position right now and I won’t be responsible for sending you all up there to die a pointless death—“ you whispered back under your breath, turning back to face to monitor as Bob's fingers gently played with yours. A small but fleeting moment.

“Well, I'm going anyway.” Maverick responded. Not a care in the world besides his team, his fellow pilots, his OS.

“Nice.” you whispered. “Stupid, but—“

“You didn’t tell him to do this did you?” Bob whispered in your ear as you smirked, turning to whisper in his ear.

“I would never break the rules— Lieutenant.”

“Oh my god you definitely did—“

“I’ll deny every knowing you if you snitch—“

“Mav has a death wish and you took advantage of that!”

“Yeah well at least it won’t be you who ends up dead!”

You and Bob went back and forth before you heard Maverick you cer the comms again.

“Setting time to target, two minutes and fifteen seconds.” Maverick confirmed as you set the timer for the class to see. Stepping closer to Admiral Beau you couldn’t help the joy in your eyes as you stuck it to him, handing him your clipboard with all your reports and trials attached.

“Two fifteen has proven thus far to be an impossible time.” You mentioned to Admiral Beau, “if Maverick flies this mission's simulation successfully, it will be with my most profound expert opinion that he flys mission lead.”

“You know what, I've just about had enough of you, Radar.” Admiral Beau groaned through his gritted teeth, the entire class looking at you for some miracle.

“With all due respect sir, this is what happens when you try and do my job.” You replied sharply. “Two minutes and thirty seconds is my proposal for time to target, don’t like it? They die, simple, but that better be a good enough excuse for their families to accept—“ you paused for a moment turning back to look at Bob. “But it’s not one I would—“

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Time felt as if it stood still—the time between when Admiral Beau almost fired you for trying to quit and re-hiring Pete after firing him felt like milliseconds before you stood before the class on the carrier.

“It has been an honour working with you all.” You spoke softly, standing next to Maverick as he made his final division on who would fly. At this stage, you weren’t briefed on his decision because at that very moment even he didn't know. All you knew is that you wished it wouldn’t be Bob—not because he couldn’t handle it, but because you knew you couldn’t.

“It has been an honour flying with you. Each one of you represents the best of the best, but this is a very specific mission. My choice is a reflection of that and nothing more.” As Maverick spoke you could feel Hangman's eyes burning into you.

Unbeknownst to you, Jake had learnt to live and let go, he’d appreciated Bob without your knowledge—accepting his actions were probably a little dicky. He just hadn’t been able to catch you alone.

“Choose your two foxtrot teams.’ Admiral Beau asked. It was at this moment your heart sank, from both pride and nervousness.

“Payback and Fanboy–” Maverick spoke sternly, turning slightly to where Bob stood tall, nervous to hear his name called. “Phoenix and Bob–” you froze. Tears welled as you tried to hold it together. Fuck.

“And your wingman?” Cyclone asked once more before you were up for the final briefing. Trembling because this might be it. “This could very well be the mission that takes your husband away from you.”

“Rooster.” Maverick responded before he stood back. Watching as you approached the podium, fumbling with your papers. Clearing your throat that had become so dry it was almost unbearable.

“Your Target is a clear and present threat. A secret uranium enrichment site under rogue state control.” You stood before the selected few that Maverick had deemed ready to fly this mission. You couldn't help but to drown out the rest just to focus on the way Bob was looking at you. So much love and admiration for you. “It’s an underground bunker, tucked between these two mountains.” Being up a slide on the projector behind you. “Your path of ingress is heavily defended by surface to air missiles backed up by fifth generation fighters.”

Bob couldn't focus on anything but you. Not the importance of your briefing or the way you looked stone cold serious. Your words mumbled into one another as his brain fogged, his cerebellum flooding with memories.

Bob didn’t see you coming. He hung his head low as he manoeuvred his way through the busy mess hall. Clutching his lunch tray, Bob felt the sudden force of something that he clearly wasn’t supposed to run into sending him back in a clash and mess of jasmine rice and fresh ginger. His pre-flight meal completely covering him.

“Oh my gosh!” You dropped to your knees beside Bob, frazzled and completely overwhelmed with the situation you and your spatial awareness or lack thereof had caused. “I am so unbelievably sorry—“ Bob wasn’t sure if he couldn’t breathe because he’d had the wind knocked out of him or if he couldn’t breathe because you were probably the most beautiful women he’d ever seen before in his life. “Here let me help—“ you started piling the mess of jasmine rice up off the floor back onto the now empty lunch tray. The giggles and chuckles from passer byers echoed in your head as you felt the heat in your cheeks begin to rise from utter embarrassment.

“Radar didn’t pick up on the incoming target did it Radar?” One of the rookie fighter pilots teased as he walked by. “System malfunction or user error?”

“You know what? E.T, why don’t you eat my whole ass—“ you hissed. Invoking a crowd of ‘ohs’ and ‘ahs’. Sighing as you turned your attention back to Bob who couldn’t help but to stare at you like you were just the embodiment of all things beauty. “I’m such an idiot I can’t believe I—“

“I’m Bob—“ Bob pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose before he stuck his hand out for you to shake. “Robert, actually—but uh, everyone just calls me Bob.” For a second you let Bob keep his hand out, just before he pulled away thinking you weren't going to shake his hand. You did.

“Renee, um Radar—“ You introduced yourself, shaking Bob's hands softly before a gentle smile spread across his face in return. “I didn’t see you coming, you some kind of stealth pilot Bob?” You tried to keep the conversation going as Bob joined in on the cleanup.

“Weapons systems actually—“ Bob corrected, completely missing the joke. You couldn’t help but to laugh softly. “What about you?”

“Operations systems—“ you replied. “Uh well, again I’m really sorry I ruined your uh, bowl of rice and ginger?” Your statement turned into more of a puzzled question. Kneeling on the floor next to Bob. He could have sworn in that very moment you were his end game. He’d spend the next seven years of his life crushing on the girl that sat beside him in defence training, spend seven years loving the women who brought out the very best of him. Who knew him better than anyone else, who’d support and follow him to the edge of the world.

“I uh—I haven’t quite mastered the concept of not throwing up yet.” Bob admitted as he stood, holding his hand out for you to take, helping you up. Accepting you pushed yourself up off the ground. “Helps settle my stomach.” You didn’t respond as quickly as you would have liked to. You were too busy taking in Bob. His lips, his eyes. The way his glasses sat slightly crooked. You were hooked on Bob from day dot. He’d turn into your biggest supporter, your best friend—the love of your life.

“How come I’ve never met you before?” dusting yourself off. Hoping the fact you had never noticed Bob before running directly into him wouldn’t come across as an insult—knowing then and there that you wanted to get to know him. “Did you just transfer?” The naval academy base in Lamoore wasn’t a big place—but when it came to Robert Floyd? He knew how to blend in. A wallflower tried and true. Deciding not to go with the truth of the matter which was:

‘No I just don’t stand out, I’m sort of easy to overlook.’

Bob lied.

“Yeah, yeah I uh, I just joined actually.” Rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “Honestly, I don't even know if this whole thing is gonna work out.” Bob sighed, doubting himself.

“Well, Bob—“ you smirked, pressing your lips together as you handed him his empty lunch tray. “Maybe we can try to make this whole thing work together?” You tried to flirt, Bob didn’t know how to respond.

“Haven’t you heard about the non-fraternisation rule for naval academy cadets?” Bob pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose once again. He could feel his heart about to explode in his chest.

“Oh yeah, I’ve heard about it—“ you chuckled. Taking in all that way Bob. “But I like to live on the edge.”

“Once your F-18 strike team crosses the border, Tomahawk missiles from the USS Leyte Gulf will launch a synchronised strike on the enemy's airfield here.” Your voice brought Bob back after he’d reminisced about the first time he’d spoken to you. Not knowing how such a small accident would change the trajectory of his life, his career.

“This will knock out their runway, but you’ll have to contend with any plans already in the air. The moment those Tomahawks hit, the enemy will know you're coming.” His best friend since that very moment, his wife, his soulmate. It was always you and would never not be you. Bob felt his emotions getting the better of him, realising quickly that this might be the one—the one he doesn’t make it back from.

“Your time to target will be two minutes and thirty seconds, any longer than that, and you will be exposed to any aircraft the tomahawks may have missed.” Bob loved you, he wanted to grow old with you and have a family. As he stood there staring back at you as you looked at him like there was not a single person other than him in that room—he knew. He knew you knew that this might very well be the one. And honestly? You couldn’t help but to think you’d sent him to his untimely death as you explained the final brief. Exiting the room promptly as your tears began to fall freely down your cheeks.

“This is what you've all been training for.” You heard Admiral Beau take over as you walked away. Bob stood waiting to be dismissed so he could run to you. Tell you everything would be okay because if you believed it he would too. “Come home safely.” Racing out after you Bob turned to look around to see which way you went, spotting Hangman in the process, needing one favour.

“Jake! Hey Jake—“ Bob called out as he raced after Hangman. “You got a second man?”

———————-

The flight desk was packed to the rafters. Men and women scrambling to their stations preparing the F-18’s for take off. But through the chaos of it all? To Bob? You stood out in the crowd. Never hard to find in a crowded room—his heart leading him to you always. With complete and utter ease. With his helmet tucked under his arm, Bob came up behind you. His flight suit adorning his body as his free hand snaked around the small of your back.

“I’m sorry—“ Bob had to shout over the noise. Turning to face him, you took a moment to drink in the sight of him. God he looked too good in his uniform. Bob kept a hold of you, his hand pulling you closer by the small of your back. Fingers dancing along the waistline of your skirt. “Here, I want you to hold onto this for me until I get back to you alright.” Bob took his hand away from where it had made its home on your back. Fishing out his wedding band from his top pocket. Holding your hand out you couldn’t stop the tears from flowing.

“If you don’t come back to me I’ll be really pissed.” You tried to smile, but all that happened was a small sob. “God dammit you better come home—“ throwing your arms around Bob's shoulders you held him tight as he held you. His own tears began to become hard to hold back. “That’s an order Lieutenant.” Pulling back to take one more look at your husband. “Get in, get out—“

“Get in, get out, get back to you.” Bob added, kissing your forehead before kissing your lips, softly, with so much passion. He needed one more taste of you just in case. His free hand holding your chin, keeping your lips pressed against his. “I love you so much, you have no idea how much I love you.” Bob’s voice was low as he let his forehead rest against yours. “You don’t know how badly I would rather give this all up to run away with you, this very second.”

“You’re a Top Gun—you were trained for this, but I can’t help but want to be selfish and just—yeah let’s run away.” You chuckled softly. “Somewhere far away.”

“Australia?” Bob questioned as he kissed you again.

“Not far enough—“ you responded, settling into the moment as Bob drew you in for another hug. “Please for the love of god come back to me.” Bob knew deep down it was unfair to make a promise he didn’t know if he could keep, but for you? He’d lie.

“I promise I’ll come back, in one piece this time.”

“Don't forget to watch your ribs alright—Dr Chris said—“

“Yo Bob! Hey man it’s time to go, get a move on before—“ your grip on Bob grew a little tighter, not ready to give him up. Turning to look at Hangman as he approached you.

“Mind your own damn business Hangman, I’m having a conversation with my husband here.” You hissed as you shot Jake a look, so much hurt, so many emotions as he walked over. Coming closer than you would have liked. Placing a soft hand on your shoulder—you knew.

“It’s time Bob—you gotta get going man.” Bob and Hangman shared an all knowing look, Jake might have been an arse but he knew, Bob needed someone to stay with you while he walked away, to hold you back because god he knew you’d run after him.

“You better get ready to be my all seeing eyes, need my Radar ready to go.” Bob tipped your chin to look at him. “Can’t do this without you—“ Bob kissed you one final time before he stepped away, you reached for his wrist as Jake stopped you, pulling you slightly back as Bob kept walking towards where Phoenix stood by the F-18.

“Jake! What is your problem let me—“ panic set in as your legs grew weak. “Let me go!” Smacking his chest you yelled. “Bob!! No—no no no no Bob! Bob please—“ crying, you felt weak, your legs gave out for a split second, enough time for Jake to have to pull you up. Never having seen you like this, he did the only thing he knew what to do. What he was trained to do.

“Hey—!” He hissed, straightening you up. “You don’t get to do this, you keep standing, know matter how rough the sea? You keep standing, know matter what you don’t give up because if he turns around and sees you giving up? What’s to stop him from accepting that he might not come home? Huh, pull it together—“

“God I hate you—“

“Not an issue, sunshine.” Hangman held you as you cried. Sobbing into his chest as his flight suit muffled your screams of agony. Of heartbreak. Bob turned around just before he climbed up the wing into his WOS seat. His heart was absolutely sinking into his chest. Hangman holding a thumbs up to Bob—he had this.

“I’m gonna be sick.” You coughed, pushing Jake away as you made a dash for the edge of the carrier, hurling your guts up over the edge. Jake coming to rub your back as he watched you experience something he hadn’t in a very long time.

Heartbreak.

“I can’t imagine what the two of you must be feeling.” Hangman cooed, trying his best to comfort you. “But I won’t stand here and let you spiral out of control OS—they need you.”

The sound of your gloves connecting with the boxing pads Bob wore echoed through your Garage turned gym in Lamoore.

“Who do these guys think they are!” You grunted. Sending a right hook Bob's way as he braced for impact. “So humiliating!”

“They’ll never know they need you until they’re asking for an Operations System Specialist to go over their mission reports.” Bob was more than happy to help you let out your frustration, your anger. Leading random combinations so you had something to focus on.

“I should have been a florist like my dad said—“ you scoffed. “What was I bloody thinking, join the Navy, serve your country— blah blah blah, you know what?” You paused, panting as you unstrapped your gloves. “It’s always been the blood men in the Navy I’ve had an issue with, it’s never been civilians or your average Joy flippin Blow.”

“Can we go back to the florist thing for a second?“ Bob teased. “You’ve killed every plant that’s ever flowered in this house—“

“That’s because you’re always deployed and I’m always working on base—“ you replied with a sigh. It was nice to have Bob around for a few days. “Okay so, what else is there?” You questioned, catching your breath as you took a sip of water, sitting down with your knees to your elbows as you looked up at Bob. “Kindergarten teacher? Honestly it’s probably on the same level as trying to teach naval recruits how to read Radar patterns, only the kindergarteners will think that’s cool and not ask me out.”

“Baker? Yeah—You do do a mean banana muffin?” Bob complimented you as he sat beside you, taking his boxing pads off. “Always miss those delicious little things while I’m deployed.” Laughing softly together you sighed. Bob always knew how to soothe your soul.

“Am I losing it?” You questioned. Letting your head drop after a hard day. “Should I just—honestly should I just change career paths?”

“Hey, can I ask you a question?” Bob interrupted. “I mean while you're tossing up a career change, may as well ask.”

“Sure, anything—“ you leaned in to rest your head on Bob's shoulder.

“Have you ever uh, ever thought about kids?” Bob asked softly, his own head had been filled with the idea as of late. Every time he woke up next to you, every time he woke up away from you. He’d never thought about kids before he met you. Was he ready this very second? No. But it would be nice to know if you were both on the same page.

“I mean, yeah—not in heavy detail or at great lengths but I’ve thought about it.” You admitted, twirling the promise ring Bob had gifted you on Valentine’s Day around your finger. This was uncharted territory, you wanted kids, one day, in the distant future.

“What’s the verdict?” Bob tried his best to pry an answer from you, bumping his side you smirked, trying to hide your giddiness. Suddenly like a teenager fresh out of high school.

“The juries still out, but I think it’ll just come down to the right time—with the right person.”

“Right person huh?” Bob cooed, leaning in to press his lips against yours softly. “What’s he’s like?”

“Someone who’s kind, caring, a little bit of a wallflower—eats ginger like it’s fucking carrot, man you gotta stop that shit.” explaining Bob’s personality to him you smirked, Bob softly pushed your head from his shoulder in retaliation. Laughing. “Think he’d be a great dad one day.”

“Well—all we need now is the right time? Because I’ve got my right person.”

“Ease off Lieutenant.” You sighed, wiping your mouth on your sleeve as you turned on your heels, you slid down the railing. Feeling off, dizzy. Fuck this feeling just wouldn’t go away, but you self diagnosed the problem as stress related. You were usually good on your sea legs. Jake doing the same as he sat beside you. “Just give me five minutes—“

“You know, you don’t always have to be strong, sometimes you just need to cuss, scream, or have a really good cry— but never, never get stuck there.” You fell into Hangman’s chest, his arm coming to wrap his arm around your shoulder. Shooing off anyone who dared come near you. “Pull yourself together Radar, and go back to being the bad arse Operations Systems Specialist you are— honestly, none of us would be as good as we are together without you.”

“When and why did you have to end up being a decent person?” You chuckled, rubbing your cheeks as you tried your best to stop the tears from flowing. “Jerk—“

“Bob asked me to look out for you, don’t think this is the start of some sort of friendship.” Jake smirked, standing, he held out a hand for you, helping you up as you dusted yourself off. “You go give ‘em hell.”

—-----

It was more than what you had bargained for, you couldn’t control your breathing, twirling Bob's wedding band around your dog tag chain, you took a deep breath in and out.

“Dagger one, away, Dagger two away. Dagger three away–dagger four away.” You reported to the team on the bridge before you saw the team of four F-18’s show up on your radar systems.

“OS, Dagger one standby check in.” Mavericks voice came through the comms, calming you as you repeated back your findings.

“Maverick, check in–picture is clear, recommend Dagger continue.”

“Copy, Daggers desencind below radar.” In the space of a few seconds, the steady blinking of your radar vanished, the four distinct visuals you had now gone, completely undetected by the radar system.

“Daggers now below radar, switching to E2 picture.” Flipping your signals over you brought up the locations of your Dagger squad once again, to see four planes moving at a steady pace kept your heart from exploding inside your chest.

“Enemy territory up ahead, set to arrive in sixty seconds, OS Dagger one requesting picture.” Maverick reported loud and clear in your headset.

“OS, picture clean.” You paused for a split second, knowing this one it, the final moment of no return. Holding your breath you closed your eyes tight, exhaling slowly. “Decision is yours, copy.”

“Copy–” Maverick paused before giving his final decision. “Dagger attack–” Signalling for the crew who were ready on the tomahawks, you gave your order, listening to the raw of the Tomahawks blast overhead.

“Tomahawks airborne, no turning back now.” You mumbled to Admiral Beau as he stood behind your station. Mavericks voice still clear as day through the comms.

“Daggers, assume attack formation.” A few seconds went past as you watched them change formation on your E2 system. “Daggers set, proceeding to target, two minutes and thirty seconds in three, two, one, mark.” You set your timer, as did Rooster, Phoenix and Payback. All synced. So far so good.

At the sudden and abrupt beeping of your radar, you turned around in your chair, sussing out what was happening before making a comms announcement.

“Daggers, OS here, we’re picking up two bandits, signal for two contacts.” Bob could hear the panic in your voice as you tried to play it cool.

“Where the hell did they come from?” Admiral Beau asked as you tried to get more of a visual.

“Long range patrol?” Admiral Bates tried to make an educated guess.”

“Radar, what's their heading?” You heard Phoenix ask as you scrambled to repeat your findings.

“Bullseye zero nine zero fifty, tax southwest.” You repeated. Trying to figure out what was going on.

“They’re heading away from us, they don't know we’re here.” Rooster chimed in. The comms opening up for everyone.

“The second those tomahawks hit the air base those bandits are gonna move to defend the target, we have to get there before they do, increase speed.”

“We got your Mav, don't wait for me.” Phoenix copied through the comms as you watched Maverick and Phoenix increase their speed. Rooster and Payback falling behind the timer. Your heart sank into the pit of your stomach, that bloody vomit sensation rising.

“Sir, Daggers two and four are behind schedule, time to target one minute and twenty seconds.” Before you could even take a breath you heard your warnings going off. “Tomahawk impact in, three, two–” A small victory in the grand scheme of things, but you wore a brief smile as the target was confirmed. “Impact, the enemy runway is destroyed.” noticing within an instant your radar blinked, the bandits changing course drastically.

“Bandits changing course to defend their target.” feeling the all too familiar feeling rising in your stomach you jumped from your seat, leaving your station. “OS requesting permission to leave the bridge, effective immediately, OS Stevens take the charge!” you gagged, cupping your mouth as you dashed off to the side, finding the nearest bathroom before dropping to your knees, emptying the content of your stomach yet again. Coughing and splattering as you did so.

“You’ve got that James Dean, day dream, look in your eye—!” You couldn’t hear how ridiculous you sounded over the music blaring in your headphones. Your pyjamas on, early night in ahead of you as you stood over the stove, heating up the leftover soup you’d gotten from the Chinese shop just a few clicks down the road. “Mm—no.” Tapping your right airpod to skip to the next song.

“What’s cookin, good lookin?” Bob teased as his duffel bag hit the kitchen floor, scaring you half to death as you let out a scream and turned with a shocked look plastered on your face. “Miss me?”

“Jesus Bob what the hell are you doing home!?” You grinned from ear to ear, running towards where Bob stood, jumping into his arms. You weren’t expecting him home for at least another three weeks. The house you shared together in Lamoore seemed to always be a little less homie whenever Bob was on deployment. “Why are you here? What the hell?”

“I got a new posting actually—“ Bob spun you around and placed you on the island bench of the kitchen. “Said I could take my shore leave now before I go.”

“That’s odd? I just got mine too? For three weeks from now?” You added, your legs wrapped around Bob' waist keeping him close. “We never get deployed at the same time?” It was an uncanny coincidence, every time you’d be stateside, Bob would be on some carrier somewhere. Whenever you were posted out to run operations for patrol boats Bob would be at home, stateside. “Where are you going?”

“I’ll tell you if you tell me?” Bob replied, kissing your lips softly as you cupped his cheeks.

“I’m going to Miramar—“ you said softly.

“Miramar—“ Bob said sadly. 

With wide eyes you shared a look with Bob, something between worry, panic and excitement.

“Hang on, why are you going to Top Gun?” Bob asked, puzzled as to why they would want him back, but having you there added another question into the mix.

“Operations, something big by the sounds of it, heard they’re bringing in one of the best to kinda lead you guys.” You replied softly, your eyes taking in every inch of your husband. “Do you know who your partner is?”

“Not a clue, guess I’ll find out soon though, god are you really gonna be my OS?” Bob sighed, taking the piss. “You’re such a hard task master—“

“Ease off mate, you’re just jealous I don’t have to sit in the back seat of an F-18 with ginger and rice threatening to come up every five minutes—“ Bob pulled your head closer, his fingers gripping your hair as you hissed. The sting was worth it. So worth it.

“Fuck I missed you—“ kissing you with enough passion to knock you out, Bob asked for more as his tongue danced with yours. Soft moans escaping from the both of you as you worked to undo his belt buckle. “So much beautiful—“

“Missed you from the moment you left.” You whispered into Bob's mouth as his hands roamed your body, stripping items of clothing off your body as you did with him. Picking you up off the bench, you wrapped your legs around Bob's waist as he carried you into the living room—his lips never leaving yours. Dropping down to the lounge.

“I’ve had some many dreams, woken up some nights a mess because you’re all I can think about.” Ravaging your neck as his fingers snapped the waistband of your panties against your skin before slipping in. Wet folds coating his digits. “You're so wet, did you miss me as much as I missed you?” Bob questioned as he slipped his fingers inside your folds. Coaxing his fingers against your velvet walls. Nodding you moaned. So much pleasure already.

“So much—fuck so much.” Your hand was quick to find Bob's length through his boxer briefs. Bringing him a sense of relief as you worked him. Feeling him harden and grow in your grip. “Want you so bad, need you—“ you moaned as Bob removed his fingers from you. Coming to lick what mess you’d made of his fingers in front of you before sinking down to take your lips with his. Nails digging into his back. Obsessed with one another’s taste, one another’s touch.

“Right time?” Bob whispered with a smirk as he pulled back. Jumping up for a second to race upstairs to his bedside table. “Or not?” Bob cooed. Leaving the choice up to you. Not expecting the answer he got.

“Just fuck me Lieutenant.”

“Eye eye ma’am—“ Bob replied before he joined you on the lounge again. Forgetting everything he knew about protection.

Pulling yourself together, you washed your hand throurraly before returning to your station. All eyes were on you as OS Stevens returned to his corner and allowed you to slide back into work. Your eyes focused down on the E2. placing your headset on you heard maverick in your ear.

“Get me eyes on that target Bob.” You had made your return to the bridge just as they were all approaching the target.

“Target three, stand by Mav!” Bob shouted.

“C’mn Bob, c’mon–” you whispered to yourself. “C’mon baby you got this..”

“Standy by!--” The lock tone came through your comms loud and clear. “I've got it! Captured!”Bob shouted, with no time left to waist Maverick locked on.

“Taget acquired, bombs away!”

“We've got impact! Check! direct hit, direct hit!!” Bob's voice was full of joy, shock even as the target blew.

“That's miracle number one–” Admiral Bates stood behind your smirking as you tried to hide your smile, so proud, so unbelievably proud. Waiting for Rooster to finish the mission with a successful take out—which he did. You jumped out of your seat when he confirmed the hit.

“Bullseye, Bylleyes, bullseye!!!’ you shouted. The entire bridge cheered as you confirmed what they had all been waiting for.

“That's miracle number two Sir.” You chuckled to Admiral Bates, still standing behind you like a hawk, watching what you saw through all your monitors.

“Now they're in confin corner–” he replied sternly. His eyes never leaving your screens, your monitors. The pair of you listening in on what you could only describe as one of the most horrific surface to air missile attacks known to date.

“Radar warning, smoke in the air, Phoenix, break right.” Maverick shouted.

“Emergency Jamison target three defending.” Phoenix replied sharply.

“Here comes another one!” Bob shouted, it tore your heart into a million pieces.

“Dagger one defending–” Maverick shouted, hitting his emergency flares. “Rooster status.”

“Oh my god!” You heard the panic in Rooster's voice as he entered the assault after making it safely over Coffin Corner. “Smoke in the air smoke in the air!”

“Break right Payback, break right!” Fanboy shouted from his WOS seat.

“Breaking right!” Payback confirmed as you tried to keep up with all the commotions coming through the comms. Tears in your eyes. “Oh my god here they go!”

“Coming up on your six Rooster!” Payback confirmed.

“Deploying countermeasures!” Rooster set off his flares, like pops in your ear. “Negative contact!”

“Dager one defending!” Maverick swung heavy into the direction of his wingman.

“Talk to me Bob!” Phoenix shouted.

“Break right Pheonix break right!” Bob's voice could not have sounded more panicked if he was trying. He knew you would be listening. “Nine o’clock! Nine o’clock!” it began all too much for you to keep up with for a moment, all the aviatoros voices compiling into one big mash of noise.

“Rooster , two more on your six!”

“Dagger two defending!”

“Payback, smae of your nose!”

“Dagger one defending.”

“Rooster, tally, tally.”

“Talk to me Bob!”

“On our six!”

“Phoenix break right!”

“Dagger two defending!” Rooster's voice was prominent in your ears. “shit i'm all out of flares.”

“Rooster, evade, evade.” you knew Maverick would lay his life on the line for Rooster. You'd like to think he’d do the same for Bob if it was him. Listening on, you felt hopeless, completely numb.

“I can't shake em, they're on me, they're one me!” pulling back the throttle, you heard Maverick let off his emergency flares. Flying over the top of Rooster as he did so to cover his wingman. You knew this wasn't going to end well. For a counter attack defence manoeuvre it was incredibly risky, and the reward was never that of a high ratio.

“Mav! No!” Rooster cried out. When explosions were heard throughout the bridge, you winced, closing your eyes at the dreaded shout sure to echo through your head for days after.

“Dager one is hit! I repeat, ``Dagger one is hit!” Phoenix shouted over the comms as you tried to process what had just happened and how to proceed, calling on every ounce of your training to get you through the next few minutes. To bring your husband and the rest of the team home safely. “Maverick id down–”

“Dagger one status?” Rooster's voice felt heavy, it seemed full of sorrow and anguish as it rang through your ears, your cheeks wet with tears. “Status, anyone see him? Does anyone see him– Dagger one come in–”

“I didn't see a parachute.” Payback explained. You couldn't breathe, your radar showing more bandits heading towards the dagger crew. Drawing every ounce of strength you had to make the radio callout.

“We have to circle back” You could hear the heartbreak in Rooster’s voice. It mimicked your own.

“OS, bandits inbound, single group hot. I recommend Daggers fly south.” pausing for a second you exhaled hopelessness. “One minute till intercept.”

“Get 'em back to the carrier–” Admiral Beau ordered, watching your hands shake as you zoomed in on your radar trying to see any other way around leaving Maverick behind. You knew Rooster would blame you, you knew this would give him a reason to blame you for Mavericks' untimely death, but as selfish as it was, you wanted your husband back and safe, in one piece, which at the moment, he was.

“All Daggers fly to ECP, you have bandits headed for you.”

“What about Maverick!?” Rooster hissed.

“Tell him there's nothing he can do for Maverick, not in a goddamn F-18!” Admiral Beau hissed at you.

“Dagger spare requesting permission to launch and fly air cover.” Hangman shouted from his position on the flight deck, turning to the Admiral you were on board with the idea, however, to your dismay, he denied the request.

“Negative spare–” you confirmed the denied request to launch.

“Launch search and research.” Admiral Bates commanded, only to have Admiral Beau go against his wishes.

“Negative, not with bandits in the air.”

“Sir! Maverick is still out there!” you shouted, it was bad enough you had told Rooster to stand down and leave his wingman, but not to not launch a search and rescue?

“We are not losing anyone else today!” The Admiral raised his voice at you. “ get them home now! Radar, that is a direct order.”

“Yes sir, Admiral Beau sir.” You gritted your teeth, swinging around in your chair.

“Confirming with all dagger units, you are not to engage, repeat, do not engage, return to carrier, acknowledge.” Your cheeks were sopping wet.” Feeling light headed as your head became increasingly heavy on your shoulders. “Ack-acknowledge Daggers.”

“Rooster, those bandits are closing, we can't go back.” You heard phoenix trying to talk some sense into Rooster when he didn't acknowledge you radio.

“He's gone Rooster, mavericks Gone–” Bob replied, it was the last thing you heard before your body couldn't handle another second, your vision tunnelling before complete nothingness took over.

—-----

“I’m sure it was just a mix of stress, anxiety and exhaustion, Lieutenant Floyd, nothing to be alarmed about at this stage but I highly recommend getting a few tests done when we’re back stateside.” Swain, the carrier’s resident medical officer explained. Leaning back in his chair as you came to with a groggy head. Bob holding your hand as he stood beside where you laid on the bed. “Some bloodwork, we wanna rule out pregnancy or any other conditions that might bring on sudden spells of dizziness and fainting episodes.”

“Uh—yeah.” Bob pressed his hips together as he nodded in response. The mention of pregnancy sparking his interest—Bob hadn’t heard you complain about period cramps or anything? He was sure you were late.But you would have said otherwise? Right? “Yeah sure thing, thank you sir.”

“Don’t call me sir Bob I work for a living—“

Swain chuckled as he removed his gloves. “I’ll leave you two be for a few minutes, just make sure she drinks that cup of Hydralyte and takes two Advil.”

Your vision was blurry at first as you tried to sit up. Bob held your hand as he helped ease you up slowly. Your first instinct? To draw him in for a hug. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he did so your waist. “Hi—“

“You’re back, thank heavens, I was so worried I’d never see you again.” You admitted. “And I’ve changed my mind, I never want to be your OS again.” You confessed. “I’ll never get that out of the back of my mind, god—not knowing if the next missile would be—“

“Hey, I’m here, I’m okay? It’s you I'm worried about?” Bob cooed, cupping your cheeks as he leaned in to gently kiss your lips. Something he thought he’d never be able to do again.

“I’m not overthinking this Bob, that was a close call, right? Too close.” You couldn’t tell at the time, but Bob would leave that carrier a changed man. Haunted and plagued with nightmares, he’d lie awake at night and hear the sounds of surface to air Missiles, he’d hear the sounds of defense flares and of course, he’d hear you cry for the man you could have lost. But for now? Bob would smile, he’d kiss your forehead as he took in the smell of your perfume. Subtle and floral.

“You know me, I secretly live for that sort of stuff—“ Bob pulled back, handing you the cup of blackcurrant hydralyte, taking it gracefully, you rolled your eyes as you took a sip.

“We’ll just as long as you don’t die for it.” You teased, mumbling into the plastic cup as you washed your Advil down. “I don’t know what I would have done if you didn’t make it come.” That all too familiar feeling came racing back to the surface as you cupped your mouth, dashing over to the sink as you emptied whatever was left in your stomach. The hydralyte coming right back up. Bob watched on with a puzzled expression, checking the date on his watch, just having a small but pressing hunch.

“Hey—uh, are you— um? Late? by any chance?” You coughed in response, washing your mouth out with water as you sighed. Standing on sea legs that had done nothing but fail you while being on this carrier. “Is there a chance—“

“Oh shit—“ you gasped. “Fuck, I am, I’ve been so worried about you and this damn mission I didn’t even realise.” You could feel your heart trying to explode out of your chest. “Oh god am I pregnant? Are we pregnant?”

“If you were, would it be such a bad thing?” Bob stepped close to you, his hand coming to rest on top of your stomach as he drank in the sight of you. The love of his life. “Right person? Maybe it’s the right time?” Kissing your lips, Bob softly let a moan escape as you deepened the kiss, arms wrapping around his neck. You smirked against his lips as you pulled back. The idea that you might possibly be pregnant not such a terrible one.

“Right person, right time.”

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Heute habe ich ein kleines Jubiläum, das im Trubel der neuen Kriegszeit vollkommen unterging. Vor 35 Jahren landete ein deutscher Junge, Mathias Rust mit einer geklauten Cessna auf der Brücke in Moskau, direkt vom Roten Platz. Einige bösen Zungen behaupteten, sein Flug hätte der Sowjetunion den letzten Stoß gegeben und das baldige Ende des Kalten Krieges unumkehrbar gemacht. Jahrzehntelang hatte das sowjetische Regime alles Geld in die militärische Aufrüstung gesteckt, um der Nato, ach was, der ganzen Welt Angst zu machen. Auf einmal sah die ganze Welt, der befürchtete Militärkoloss hat keine Unterhose an.Die Journalisten zeigten sich uneinig, wer war Mathias Rust? „Eine durchgeknallte Friedenstaube aus Hamburg,“ schrieben die Zeitungen des Westens, „ein Nato-Spion“, behaupteten die Russen.  Ich habe ihn damals fast getroffen. Ich wurde im Dezember 1986 in die sowjetische Armee einberufen und diente bei der Raketenabwehr im zweiten Moskauer Verteidigungsring, Raketenkomplex „Eihörnchen“, Codename „Bernstein“. Ich hätte ihn damals abschießen sollen, habe es aber nicht getan.  Unsere Einheit bestand aus einer Radarstation und drei Raketen, die in der Nähe im Wald versteckt waren. Der Sinn vom „Eihörnchen“ war der Abschuss von tieffliegenden Zielen, in erster Linie amerikanischer Langstreckenbomber B1B und B52, sie waren aber nie über uns geflogen.Andere tieffliegende Ziele hatten wir im Überfluss. Der Himmel über uns war voll mit kleinen Propellermaschinen, die zu landwirtschaftlichen Zwecken eingesetzt und für private Zwecke missbraucht wurden. Wenn ein Kolchosvorsitzender den Wunsch verspürte, seine liebste Tante in der naheliegenden Kolchose  zu besuchen, flog er hin und hatte nicht einmal ein Radiogerät mit. Das Kleiflugzeug von Rust näherte sich unserer Einheit zuerst als kleiner Punkt auf dem Radar, dann als ein großer Fleck, ein Dorn im Auge des diensthabenden Offiziers, Codename "Glatze"Alle wussten, wie riskant es war, einen Abschussbefehl zu geben. Unsere drei Raketen waren schon ziemlich eingerostet. Gut getarnt lagen sie im Wald und jede Soldatengeneration nahm vor der Entlassung ein kleines Detail von diesen Raketen mit nach Hause, als Andenken an zwei sinnlos im Wald vergeudete Jahre. Niemand konnte genau sagen, in welche Richtung und ob überhaupt die Raketen fliegen würden, wenn man sie abfeuerte. Die Glatze schickte einen Bericht an seinen Vorgesetzen, Codename „Diamant“. Der Diamant schickte es weiter an den Stab der Raketenabwehr, Codename „Smaragd“. Der Smaragd schickte es zum Handlungsstab des Vereidigungsministerium Codename „Rubin“  Mathias Rust landete währenddessen auf der Brücke vor dem Roten Platz. Drei Jahre später ging die Sowjetunion zugrunde und ich wanderte nach Deutschland aus.

[virtuouswhitehatorganization]

Muses Valentines Day Headcannons

Chi Sage/White Hat

* It’s a good old romantic dinner by candle light. 

* Sage makes a lot of Chinese staples. 

* White Hat performs a sappy, but sweet song for him. 

* They also watch some romantic movies together. 

* Sage is nervous about what to really impress White Hat since he’s practically the embodiment of good, but White Hat just accepts a gift because he came from a person he loved. 

Leppy

* Just enjoys being single and eating any treats that everyone gives her. 

* Makes everyone their own stuff. 

* Watches romantic movies with Max. 

* Appreciates her surrogate sister and everything she does. 

Max

* Secretly sends a gift to Flug under Black Hat’s radar with White Hat’s help. Tells him anonymously she’s thinking of him. 

* When they do get together I think they would have secret dates that White Hat helps arranges. 

* Flug giving her something plane related and she loves it. And gives him praise he craves. 

* Before they get together, she just sits and chills with Leppy. 

* Max loves to sing romantic songs to Flug in Spanish. 

Business Related Stuff

* Of course, being a business to help heroes they would make stuff related to love and advertise it on Valentines Day. 

* Max would give demonstrations of how to fight love potions.

* They would also show different types of stuff that run on the power of love. 

* And have talks about how people think the power of love is a corny idea, but it’s actually quite crucial in the fight against evil. 

* There would be special blowouts for all types of couples to get for their beloveds on Valentines Day.

* Also they would include a lot of stuff for heroes who have a dating catwoman relationship with a villain. And emphasize how to handle being in a relationship with a villain/villainess. 

[helperwho]

Here are some of my favorite cosplays that I saw at Anime Oasis (finally)!

If you want to be tagged, message me! :)

[alwaysblameitonthenargles-blog]

Flugverfolgung mit einer Online App

Flüge verfolgen

http://ankunft.org Flüge verfolgen ist das eine gute Lösung um die Ankunft des Flüges zu erfahren? Flugzeug in der Luft verfolgen Probiere unser Tool aus und du wirst überrascht sein, was über dei...

Die Flugverfolgung und Im Internet App auf unserer Onlinepräsenz kann von allen Handy aus besucht werden ob Desktop Rechner, Mobilfunktelefon oder Tablett. Das hat den Nutzen dass sie keine extra App installieren müssen und trotzdem immer über die Ankunft ihres Flugzeugs Mitteilung kennen und schnell und einfach Flüge verfolgen vermögen. Gegenüber den Apps für Handy oder Tabletts ist unsre Anwendung zudem auch noch komplett kostenfrei.

Airport Ankunft und Verspätungen

Dabei Ankunft.org haben Sie neben der Live Flugverfolgung auf dem Radar die tolle Option sofort zu sehen wo sich das Passagierflugzeut Richtung Deutschland deines Familienmitglieds oder der Partnerin oder Freundes gerade jetzt in diesem Augenblick befindet. Somit sind Sie jederzeit bezüglich der Erscheinen am Airport sowie über etwaige Verspätungen auf dem Laufenden. Auf dem Live Radar sehen Sie die Aeroplan, klicken Sie leicht drauf, und schon sehen Sie die Einzelheiten das Drohnen Fluges wie die Entfernung das das Passagierflugzeut Route Deutschland vorweg zurückgelegt hat, sowie das Ziel das es anfliegt.

Flüge nachgehen - So trackst Du alle Flugzeuge

Staunen Sie wie viele Flugzeuge sich zurzeit über ihnen befinden. Mit der traumhaften App erhalten Sie ein Tool mit dem Sie beachtenswerte Einblicke über alle Flug Bewegung bekommen. Durch das Live Flugradar hat man direkten Zugriff auf alle Flugdaten gesehen wo sich ist sowie die Eigenschaften des Flugzeugs. Auch der zurückgelegte Weg des Flugzeugs sowie Höhe und Schnelligkeit verkehren sie dort sofort.

Wie fuktioniert die Ortung der Flugzeuge beim Flight Anwendung? Wie funktioniert der Flight Tracker? Ganz einfach für Privatflugzeuge gibt es einen Kreis mit Fragezeichen, für Unternehmen Jets von eigenen Eigentümern. Das ist sehr nützlich denn das Flugradar zeigt selber kleinere Flugmaschinen wie Helikopter, eher kleine Aeroplan und sogar Flugdrohnen.

Das Live Flug-Tracking: Flugradar, Flugverfolgung und Flugstatus So leicht geht das: wenn Sie ein spezifisches Flieger suchen dann macht es Sinn sehr nah dran heran zu zoomen wollen Sie einen Flug vom Airport Wiesbaden nachgehen zum Sie einfach über den Flughafen Weimar. Die mit den vielen Flüge und die Vielzahl der Kerbtier über Rostock kann man sich so einfacher zurechtfinden. So finden Sie Ihren Flug und können den direkt anklicken. Es ist nicht ur denkbar Flüge aus Bundesrepublik Deutschland zu nachgehen, sondern Sie vermögen weltweit die Flüge auch aus aderen Ländern nachgehen.

Ihren Flug verfolgen ist in Gänze gratis sowie ganz leicht Ein Großteil der Flugpassagiere kennt diese kostenfreie Option den Flug zu verfolgen noch nicht respektieren das man teure Programme gebraucht und das es Geld an Wert hat die Flüge zu nachgehen. Das sind diese aber falsch auf dem Laufenden, denn das ist gut gar nicht bei Ankunft.org können Sie kostenfrei und ganz einfach alle Flugbewegungen sehen und nachgehen. Kein großer Arbeitsaufwand, keine zusatzkosten, ganz trivial und in Gänze gratis.

Ihren Flug nachgehen nach Flugnummer

Das geht ganz einfach sie können auf der Internetpräsenz oder mit dem Handy den Flug verfolgen wenn sie irgendjemand abholen wollen aber nicht genau über die Zeitpunkt der Ankunft Bescheid kennen. Leicht ins Flugradar reinklicken und im verlinken Feld die Flugnummer eintragen. So erhalten Sie schnell alle Daten und die gezielte Ankunftszeit des Fliegers.

Alle Flug-Tracker und Flug Radar im Übersicht

Selber Flugdrohnen Fliege verwenden den Flug Radar regelmäßig, obwohl es diese nicht davon befreit sich an die vorgeschriebene Regel zu halten und nicht höher als 120 m zu jetten überlegen Sie das auch das Liegen in mörderischem Tempo Flyzonen rund um den Airport nicht gestattet ist.

[abadcrit-blog1]

Flugverfolgung Online WEB App

Flüge verfolgen

http://ankunft.org Flüge verfolgen ist das eine gute Lösung um die Ankunft des Flüges zu erfahren? Flugzeug in der Luft verfolgen Probiere unser Tool aus und du wirst überrascht sein, was über dei...

Die Flugverfolgung und Online App auf unserer Website kann von allen Geräten aus besichtigt werden ob Desktop Computer, Smartphone oder Tablett. Das hat den Vorteil dass sie keine extra App montieren müssen und trotzdem immer bezüglich der Auftreten ihre Flügel Mitteilung kennen und rasch und einfach Flüge verfolgen können. Im Vergleich zu den Apps für Mobiltelefon oder Tabletts ist unsere Nutzung zudem auch noch in Gänze umsonst.

Airport Ankunft und Verspätungen

Hierbei Ankunft.org haben Sie neben der Live Flugverfolgung auf dem Radar die tolle Option auf Anhieb zu erblicken wo sich den Flieger deines Familienmitglieds oder deiner Partnerin oder Freundes besonders jetzt in diesem Moment ist. Somit sind Sie immer bezüglich der Ankunft am Airport sowie über etwaige Verspätungen auf dem Laufenden. Auf dem Live Radar sehen Sie die Flieger, drücken Sie leicht drauf, und schon sehen Sie die Einzelheiten dieses Drohnen Fluges wie die Distanz welches das Passagierflugzeut Richtung Deutschland bereits zurückgelegt hat, sowie das Ziel das es anfliegt.

Flüge verfolgen - So trackst Du alle Flugzeuge

Staunen Sie wie viele Flugzeuge sich zurzeit über ihnen befinden. Mit unserer traumhaften App bekommen Sie ein Tool mit dem Sie beachtenswerte Einblicke über alle Flug Bewegungen bekommen. Durch das Live Flugradar hat man direkten Zugang auf alle Flugdaten gesehen wo sich befindet sowie die Eigenschaften des Flugzeugs. Auch der zurückgelegte Weg des Flugzeugs sowie Höhe und Geschwindigkeit erfahren sie dort sofort.

Wie fuktioniert die Erkennung der Flugzeuge beim Flight Software? Wie läuft der Flight Softwareanwendungen? Ganz einfach für Privatflugzeuge findet man einen Kreis mit Fragezeichen, für Geschäft Jets von eigenen Eigentümern. Das ist sehr nützlich denn das Flugradar zeigt selber kleinere Flugmaschinen wie Hubschrauber, eher kleine Flieger und sogar Flugdrohnen.

Das Live Flug-Tracking: Flugradar, Flugverfolgung und Flugstatus So leicht geht das: wenn Sie ein spezifisches Flieger recherchieren dann ist es sinnvoll sehr nah dran heran zu vergrößern möchten Sie einen Flug vom Airport Essen nachgehen zum Sie leicht über den Flughafen Chemnitz. Die durch die vielen Flüge und die Menge der Kerbtier über Saarbrücken kann man sich so leichter zurechtfinden. So entdecken Sie Ihren Flug und vermögen diesen unmittelbar anklicken. Es ist nicht ur möglich Flüge aus Bundesrepublik Deutschland zu nachgehen, sondern Sie vermögen weltweit die Flüge auch aus aderen Staaten verfolgen.

Ihren Flüge verfolgen ist in Gänze gebührenfrei und auch ganz leicht Ein Großteil der Flugpassagiere kennt diese kostenfreie Möglichkeit den Flug zu nachgehen nicht achten das man teure Aktionen gebraucht und das es Geld kostet die Flüge zu nachgehen. Das sind diese aber falsch auf dem Laufenden, denn das stimmt auf keinen Fall bei Ankunft.org vermögen Sie gratis und ganz trivial alle Flugbewegungen sehen und verfolgen. Kein besonderer Arbeitsaufwand, keine zusatzkosten, ganz einfach und in Gänze gratis.

Ihren Flug verfolgen nach Flugnummer Das geht ganz trivial sie können auf der Internetpräsenz oder mit dem Mobilfunktelefon den Flug nachgehen wenn sie irgendjemand holen wollen aber nicht genau bezüglich der Zeit Bescheid wissen. Einfach ins Flugradar reinklicken und im verlinken Feld die Flugnummer eintragen. So bekommen Sie schnell alle Daten und die gezielte Zeit des Fliegers.

Alle Flug-Tracker und Flug Radar im Überblick

Selbst Flugdrohnen Kerbtier verwenden den Flug Radar regulär, obwohl es diese nicht davon befreit sich an die vorgeschriebene Regel zu halten und nicht höher als 120 m zu fliegen überlegen Sie das auch das Befinden speditiv Flyzonen über den Airport nicht erlaubt ist.

[dakotadabearsworld]

Flugs origin. The ace in the air forces sleeve.

Authors note! This is kinda inspired by a song by metal band Judas priest called blood red skies and it will be a moment where I'll want u to listen to the song to this fanfiction. It's also top gun inspired a bit and takes place in the second invasion of Iraq from the United States in a fictional beginning. Caution for blood and violence and language.

Commander flug sat in his jet grounded for a back up pilot in case things went wrong for the team they sent out to take out any armored vehicles near the attack area for a ongoing invasion he wasn't happy but understood he was a asset they would need in case his squad ran into trouble he thought would never happen. Until out of nowhere on the communications radio he heard "Raven watch your six! We got airborne bogeys coming from the canyon! where the hell they come from! Shit ravens down! Command get Wraith in the air now!" With that his commanding officer on the radio said his callsign and sent him off with "Wraith! Get in the air now! Judging by what we read on radar they are way outnumbered we will send backup from our forces from another carrier but until then your they're only help!" With that he took off the aircraft carrier he was on listening to the on going chaos of his fighter squadron.

As he came upon shore he heard more voices of his comrades and heard "God damn it! This is Blazer! I just took a bullet in my shoulder and I lost control! Shit the wing came off! Mayday fuck! I can't eject! I'm taking too much-! *static* Then flug heard the last one other then him yell "Blazer! Fuck! I'm the last one! Get here now Wraith!" Flug flew and saw the chaos up ahead they had 7 Russian manufactured migs swarming around his comrade hornet. Flug yelled seeing hornet was about to be in another enemy's target on from above yelling "Hornet! I see you! 8 o'clock high! Your in his sights!" But by then it was too late hornet didn't even get the chance to respond before his jet went up in flames. Into the sunset lit area below.

*play song to set mood*

Flug felt his heart drop sick with sadness and anger on the events he heard distantly from his radio his commanding officer ordering him to evade and fall back but he knew despite his orders he would rather die like his comrades instead then give up if they wanted to he knew he would be locked in the brig for refusing orders but he couldn't then he heard the enemy ordering him as well to surrender and let them escort him to a nearby base. Flug replied on the radio in English didn't even care who heard with "Try and take me alive! Only way your gonna see me is my burnt out corpse you bastards!"

Flug held out a astonishing hour and 47 minutes before it ended they never did shoot him down after he flew back he was detained and sentenced to 2 years in prison despite his accomplishment in the fight that many believe saved many more after learning of a counter attack that the enemy would have done immediately if he fled. He only served a year before escaping in a stolen private jet that crashed after being shot down into blackhats domain.

[recdrflxg-ar]

Big Hero 6 AU -  Bring Me Peace  (Inspired by @hamadaxfighter )  Flug works as a professor at San Fransokyo Tech. His main focus is on nanotechnology in the medical field. He has only worked at the university recently. He teaches a fundamental class Principled of Tech Writing (An online course) and a specialized class Study of Nanites in the Body and the Home. He is a calm professor who often has his door open and is know to stay late in the building.   Flug is the ex right hand of Lord Black Hat. A once notorious and feared villain who has gone off the radar. Many heroes and governments are combing across the world trying to root out this evil. What most unwitting heroes and agents don’t realize is that Black Hat’s right hand is keeping secrets. Though most don’t know what he looks like and his last name is too common to be traced to one source.   What secrets does the ex-villain hide behind his smile? Has the Doctor left his life of villainy behind? Why does he stay so late? 

[dermontag]

Mysteriöser Crash mit 132 Toten China Eastern nutzt Unglücksmodell wieder 17.04.2022, 15:18 Uhr Eine Boeing 737-800 der China Eastern Airlines stürzt unter noch immer ungeklärten Umständen kurz nach dem Start in Kunming ab. Die Fluggesellschaft zieht zunächst alle Exemplare des Boeing-Modells aus dem Verkehr. Nach eingehender Überprüfung heben sie jetzt wieder ab. Wenige Wochen nach dem Absturz einer Passagiermaschine hat China Eastern Airlines seine Flugzeuge vom Typ Boeing 737-800 wieder in Betrieb genommen. Am Sonntag startete laut der Flug-Website FlightRadar24 eine Maschine dieses Typs von der südchinesischen Stadt Kunming aus in Richtung Chengdu. Nach dem Unglück mit 132 Toten waren die 223 Boeing-Flugzeuge der chinesischen Fluggesellschaft für Sicherheitsüberprüfungen auf dem Boden geblieben. Die Maschine mit der Flugnummer MU5735 war Ende März auf einem Flug zwischen den Städten Kunming und Guangzhou, als sie mit 132 Menschen an Bord in einer bewaldeten Bergregion abstürzte. Das Flugzeug verlor innerhalb einer Minute mehr als 6000 Meter an Höhe, bevor es vom Radar verschwand. Nach steilem Sturzflug fing sich die Maschine kurz wieder, stürzte dann aber weiter ab und schlug fast vertikal auf. Schließlich zerschellte es in einer bergigen und bewaldeten Gegend, der Aufprall löste ein Feuer aus. Die Unglücksursache ist weiterhin unklar. Aufschluss sollen zwei Flugdatenschreiber geben, die derzeit ausgewertet werden. Das Wetter stellte nach Behördenangaben keine Gefahr dar. Während des Sinkflugs war der Kontakt zwischen Cockpit und Fluglotse abgerissen. Der Unglücksort ist nur schwer zu erreichen, mithilfe von Drohnen und Wärmebildkameras versuchten die Rettungskräfte im März, Beweise zu sichern und Überlebende zu finden. Schließlich wurden alle 123 Passagiere und neun Crewmitglieder für tot erklärt. In China kommt es nur selten zu Flugzeugabstürzen. Die Sicherheitsvorkehrungen sind streng. Zuletzt war im August 2010 ein Flugzeug von Henan Airlines in der nordöstlichen Provinz Heilongjiang abgestürzt. Damals kamen 44 Menschen ums Leben, 52 überlebten das Unglück.

[ohtobeleah]

Sneak peak for part two of radar? If you want…. You don’t have to. Im just really invested.

Read part one here

“I love you so much—“ Bob's breath fanned across your neck, his lips hot against your skin as he pushed himself further inside you. A moan echoing off the dorm room walls as your eyes rolled, back arching as you dug your nails deep into the muscles of his back. Secretly? Bob enjoyed the pain you brought. The sensation. “God you’re beautiful—“

“Bob—“ you moaned, searching for his lips. “Fuck, faster.” It came out as a beg and oh boy, the way you begged for him had Bob seeing stars. He could feel the pressure building as the base of his shaft as he slipped himself in and out, a rhythm so unbelievably perfect it had you breathless. Bucking his hips. the crushing weight of his ribs still busted from his flight training mishap didn’t matter, not right now, not with how good it felt to be inside you. Not with how good it felt to be with you. “So close, fuck I’m so close!”

“Cum for me sweetheart, that’s it, cum for me—“

*knock* *knock* *knock*

A pool of drool had formed where your head met the pillow. Your mouth opened slightly as gentle snores filled the room. Exhausted could be an understatement, ever since Bob was discharged from the hospital you’d been by his side. The secret was out so was there any real point in sneaking around behind closed doors?

*knock* *knock* *knock*

The incessant knocking coming from the solid dorm room door had you coming to the surface from a very very good dream, groaning as you sat up. Your pyjamas clinging to your body, sweaty. Your hair a Birdsnest upon your head, eye mask pushed up to your forehead. Dragging your feet reluctantly as you flug the door open with an annoyed sigh, half asleep.

“What!?” You groaned. Rubbing your eyes as you came face to face with Maverick. The marks Bob has left on your collar bones exposed. Deep purple’s littering your skin.

“Well I can’t say I’m surprised to see you here considering I went to your quarters this morning and found it abandoned.” Maverick teased as you came to the realisation this was Bob's room.

“Shit—“ you sighed, looking at Maverick as you tried your best to fire your systems. Sleep deprivation was proving to be no joke. “Sorry Pete I—“

“No need to explain, just—get changed and meet me and Admiral Beau in the command centre.”

“Yes Captain Mitchell.” You tried to salut, smacking your elbow on the door as you did so. Your humorous numb as it sent pins and needles up your entire arm. Holding it close to your Body as you watched Maverick chuckle before walking down the corridor. “Fuck—“ you hissed, shutting the door as you let your back slide down it.

“You know what?” You heard Bob before you saw him. “Not one of your finest moments.” Bob cooed with a small smile plastered on his face as he stepped from the bathroom. His hair still wet as the towel he used to keep himself from being totally exposed hung low across his hips. “The secondhand embarrassment is radiating off you, sweetheart.” As he turned, you saw the claw marks you’d left on his back from last night. A shiver encapsulating your entire being for a split second at the memories. “What did Mav want?”

“Duty calls.” You gathered your uniform that had been flung across the floor of Bob's dorm, holding it in a ball at your chest. Clinging to the responsibility you had. “This was nice, but—“ You began to be a smartass. Bob catching your drift and deciding to go along with it.

“Oh yeah, totally—“ Bob played along. Coming to kiss you deeply. His hands lingering on your hips. “I don’t do the whole relationship thing either.”

“So just a one time thing?” You smirked, eyeing off the wedding band draped across his chest. Nestled perfectly between his dog tags.

“Hope you weren’t expecting anything more.” Bob teased, leaning in to cup your cheeks, drawing you in for one final kiss. His tongue slowly dancing with yours as he asked for permission to go deeper. Accepting the invitation you gave him with a small moan. Pulling back before he could get too carried away. It was always easy to get caught up with you, the love of his life. His better half. “Don’t forget to grab a coffee on your way out.”

“Bags that bad huh?” You chuckled, biting your bottom lip. Turning on your heels to head out. “Love ya!” You cooed . Opening the door before turning for one final look at your husband. “By the way?” You teased. “You should have been skins.”

“Get outta here—“ Bob flung a pair of balled up socks your way as you closed the door to his dorm behind you, making your way up to the common area kitchenette. Rounding the corner in a flurry, you bumped into Rooster who couldn’t hide his surprise if he tried.

“Hot date?” He questioned as he sipped his morning coffee. Sitting at the small dining table you stood across from.

“Something along those lines.” You replied, feet padding across the flooring over to the coffee pot. Still holding your uniform balled up. “Got any sugar?”

Read Part Two Here

[pawnshopsouls]

A man to call “Master”

//A sort of sequel to [this] for @sharpdressedhorror because I have no self control. @u@;;

It had been almost a month since Bonely had arrived and he’d been trying to stay under the radar since he arrived. He would’ve bounced his way out already if it weren’t for a dumb bot damaging his jumper’s gyro. without it, he was stranded at Black House manner at the mercy of it’s top-hatted master. Fortunately, he and Flug had reached a compromise. Flug would convince everyone Bonely was just a “new employee” and Flug wouldn’t getting the tar beaten out of him for the security breach incident of the stocky fella’s initial arrival. 

However, something in Bonely knew he was in trouble the moment he got called to Black Hat’s office. He’d done his best to keep his head down and part of the fella hoped it was just over some computing error or some measly first-time minion mistake. That’d only warrant a beating or something and with him being immortal, he could still go back to work until bag-head got his gyro fixed.

But those thoughts were dashed and the moment the room was locked and the menacing shadows spread across its surfaces. As a master of the scare show himself, he couldn’t help noticing the striking similarities to his own frightening tactics. It seemed all demonic entities had a thing with sealing their victims within  tombs of their magic. Either that or Black hat was doing this to spite Bonely with his own technique - which was just as likely. Still, the pinstriped fella continued kicking himself for not realizing the depth of his trouble sooner.

Black Hat must’ve found out about his charade. Of course he found out - why else would he have called Flug and then him to his office? He could already smell a fight on the way but if he could just get a word in edge wise and cool the big man down, maybe he could—

There was a blur of black and a splash of red as claws slashed right through his neck. The stocky man gurgled and reached to clasp his throat when another set of claws plunged into his gut and ripped out all that was inside. He staggered back, barely keeping his feet as blood poured from his neck, lips and belly.

Quickly, he stomped his foot, casting off his flesh but only in time to be hurled across the room. Dang it sucked to be a skeleton. With only about 30 pounds on you, being a “light weight” was an understatement! His head rang from the impact and he didn’t even have time to push himself up before he felt his skull crunch under his “employer’s” shoe.

Under normal circumstances, an injury like that took months to heal. But Bonely was in a den of hungry darkness and Shyce didn’t like those odds.

Changing from their usual ivory color, the shards of Bonely’s skull darkened into powder before rising and returning to their appropriate place. Hazy indigo eye lights flickered in his eye sockets as Bonely returned to consciousness. He glanced around from his spot on the floor, realizing it had only been moments since he blacked out.

‘Huh, well that was fast,’ he thought dumbly.

‘Yer welcome,’ Shyce replied. ‘Now keep from lettin’ that guy get the jump on yeh or we’re both toast.’

Bonely nodded and slowly rose to his feet, careful not to make a sound. It was no wonder Flug both feared and admired Black Hat. The top-hatted fella was a force to be reckoned with! But then… so was Bonely. With a snap of his fingers, a torrent of indigo flame ignited and ravaged the villain’s back. It did... significantly less damage than Bonely expected. He was hoping for some good 3′rd degree burns, maybe some debilitating charred flesh. But then this was Black Hat and Black Hat never made things easy.

Seeing his “boss” cast away his burnt jacket, the skeleton quickly conjured a host of broken ebony femurs and launched them in a barrage at the lanky eldritch. With slashing claws and conjured bones, the two immortals danced like dual tornadoes of magic and mayhem. Wood was smashed, screens were broken, and Bonely continued to die, revive and die again at the hands of Black Hat.

This made having a demon who’s self-interest included keeping you alive very handy, especially with all the painful, dastardly deaths Black Hat made him endure. Bonely had to admit though, that even with the terror and the pain of dying and fighting this eldritch horror, it was pretty exhilarating having someone he could fight without holding back! Whether it was conjuring sharpened bone projectiles or using waves of flames to make him jump and dance, it was a lot of fun - ’til Black Hat caught him in one of his tricks.

He’d tried to play the guy for a sap with the limb trap, ended up getting drawn and quartered, with his limbs tossed around the room like dog toys instead. One arm there, a leg and an ankle there, and a ringing headache from being thrown against the wall (again). Normally he would’ve called them back like iron to magnets, but his head was too busy ringing from the impact of hitting the floor for him to focus on anything. His jaw lolled as he tried to regroup but stopped when he vaguely registered something odd from Black Hat.

In a slow, deliberate movement, the eldritch horror lifted the top hat from his head eliciting a curious rattle from the skeleton.

‘What’s he doin’? Ain’t he gonna kill me again?’ Bonely wondered, his vision slightly blurred from the crack running down his cranium. His question was seemingly answered when a clawed hand grabbed him by the eye sockets and lifted him from his spot on the floor. He would’ve yelped but he didn’t have the strength. If anything he was slightly surprised he was holding together as well as he was!

With one hand, Black Hat forced the skeleton into a sitting position against the wall until he was perfectly level. The boss then set his prized top hat on top of Bonely’s cranium and sat back to watch. The moment the hat touched his skull, the skeleton’s pinstriped tatters began to rustle as if tousled by some invisible breeze. To Bonely, it felt like some invisible tendrils were curling down from the hat, weaving through the very crevices of his bones, suffocating him.

‘Stop. Stop what’re yeh doin’?! Get out a’ me!’ He struggled and writhed, pushing against the force as he tried to think of a way to escape. He had to get away from whatever Black Hat had done! Quickly, he flipped though his memories, desperate for something that could help him, when a single solitary phrase rang through his head.

“Sorry Boss.”

It was the first phrase he’d ever said to Black Hat and like that, the sensation attached itself to both Black Hat the word “Boss”. Slowly every memory Bonely had of the word “boss” was associated with Black Hat. The weaving sensation started again, but this time Bonely struggled resisting. The sensation wasn’t foreign anymore. The sensation was the boss. But the sensation was also from Black Hat… which meant Black Hat was the boss.

Black Hat was the Boss.

The skeleton’s shoulder’s relaxed, his resistance vanishing at this revelation. Black Hat was the boss and that demanded compliance, respect, loyalty. If Black Hat wanted him to wear the hat, the by golly he was going to wear the gall-darned—

The skeleton gasped, wincing as he felt a tearing sensation in his skull accompanied by a burst of ravenous fury.

‘HE AIN’T THE BOSS A’ ME!’ Shyce howled, ‘HE AIN’T THE BOSS’

Deep in the landscape of the skeleton’s mind, Shyce was tearing through a jungle of writhing black vines that threatened to overturn the soul he’d been trying to eat away at for decades. He roared and bellowed, lashing out at every possible opportunity until a hand rested on his shoulder.

“Shyce," Bonely mumbled softly, not realizing he’d spoken aloud. “No podemos luchar contra el jefe."

The words came so easily, like he’d been saying them all his life. It was the boss that did that - that gave him this ability to speak in this new, revered language. He couldn’t even express his gratitude but the words had quite the opposite effect on his demon who's hot fury became a pit of ice. Within the mind-scape, Shyce turned his head stared at the embodiment of his host’s mind in bewildered horror.

Writhing, squirming tendrils covered the mental skeleton of his stocky host. Some entered an eye socket and wriggled out from the sides of his jaw. Some entered his ribs and exited his eye socket just to drape down like eerie rotten worms. But most simply attached themselves to the darker part of his clothes and burrowed into him like the roots terrifying black weeds - much like they were doing to the demon’s shoulder now. But the worst part- the worst part was the hat they were forming on the skeleton’s cranium.

At first it was nothing but a writhing mass, then it shifted and formed a clean bowler with a red accent. But it didn’t stay. Instead it compressed down into a fez and then stretched into a top hat before finally crumpling in on itself again, forming a snazzy black fedora with a red ribbon accent.

“No peleamos contra el jefe, Shyce,” Bonely said aloud, tendrils in his mind-scape weaving themselves tighter around his form. "No es bueno para los negocios.”

With that Bonely’s right hand across the room snapped its fingers and vanished with in a flash of indigo flames. The others followed suit and soon the room was filled with a cloud of black soot. But the soot didn’t settle. Instead the cloud snaked its way back to the skeleton, covering him as his limbs returned to their proper place.

For a moment the skeleton was completely obscured, but then the last of the ash found it’s place and revealed a perfectly healed skeleton in completely different attire. Gone where the purple pinstripes and in their place was a black suit with blood red lining and lapels, and a red flower sitting in his left breast pocket. Under it all was a shining red vest and a matching cravat with a black and red jasper pin.

Slowly the skeleton sat up and turned to the eldritch sitting beside him.

“Mi Amo,” he said softly and bowed, offering the top hat back to his master and revealing a fedora of the same color scheme beneath. 

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Alien Affections - Villainous/Reader - Chapter 1

The roof of Black Hat manor was alive with moving equipment and a single living being. The stars were vivid in the sky and the twilight had long since darkened into the late night. Yet, the man on the roof was hard at work. Moving around machinery and a large metal crate. Placing said crate next to a glowing green, gun-like mechanism that was aimed toward the vast starry sky. The man grunted as he sat down some pieces of equipment next to the large metal crate. Wiping away the sweat that had gathered on the surface of his bag from the effort, he observed the control station that he had set up. A couple of machines had been placed around the rooftop. Beeping and humming, while also producing various data-related information on the experiment that was currently taking place. Each respective machine all hooked up to the gun-like mechanism, recording and exchanging information. The masked man observed the station and sighed in relief, now that all of the heavy lifting was over and done with. Thankfully, he couldn't feel the coldness of the atmosphere that was around himself. It being on the back end of the cold season. The heavy lifting was keeping him warmer than usual. He blinked when one of the machines began to beep. Signalling it had finished fetching the information that he required. Which was the environmental feedback data that was necessary to execute the project. With some pressings of a few buttons on a box-like machine, it began to revise the data it received. A noisy beeping came from the box-like machine, as it flicked on some lights and began to collect data from the planets' satellites. Then, it expelled the data out of a slot on it's side. All printed out like a receipt. The man tore the printed paper away from the slot and reviewed it. He also picked up the chart that was left off to the side. Analyzing it with careful eyes as he processed the information on both of the pamphlets. It appeared to be a good day for hunting meteorites! As the recording data that came from the box-like machine stated that the radar had detected some asteroid belts some lightyears over in the next cosmic region. Perfect ones that were ripe for the picking. Some were of very reasonable sizes too! Yet, why was this insane-sounding project currently being worked on by a lone man on the roof of a building that was shaped like a top hat? Simple, really. His boss wanted some meteorites to sell to villains as power sources. Despite the mans' past protest to abort said-plan to get asteroids to sell to villains. It was...a pretty one-sided decision. -- The double doors to a dimly lit office were slowly opened to reveal a man. He was dressed in a lab coat with a blue shirt with a plane that was broken in two halves, some typical blue jeans, with red and white sneakers. Yet, the man had a very peculiar item on his head that covered his face. As He was wearing a paper bag with goggles that covered his entire head. He cautiously ventured into the dark room, wary about his surroundings as he approached a desk that was at the end of the office. The chair was apparently occupied, as a gloved hand could be seen perching off of the arm of the chair, a wine glass in its' grip, with a mysterious red fluid in it. "Uh...you wanted to see m-me, s-sir?" The man stuttered. To which the individual in the seat hummed. "It's about time you arrived, Flug. I figured you would slowly inch your way up here like a insolent little worm till I had to come fetch you myself." The chair turned around, revealing only grinning green teeth and a reflective monocle. The rest being shrouded in darkness. Causing, the now named man, Flug to jump at the view. The person in the seat sat the wine glass down on top of the desk, then laced their gloved hands together, seemingly in thought. "Do you know why I brought you here on this day, Flug?" The man in the seat asked, giving the nervous scientist a toothy smile, one that was filled with plotted mischief. "U-Uh...no, sir? You said that you had a plan---" "A plan that will be the grand scheme of ALL PLANS!" The man in the seat shouted, cutting off the skittish scientist. "Think of this, Flug. We take our inventions to the next level! A new horizon! A new goldmine that is fresh for the harvest!" The dark man trilled. "I have an idea prompt that I WANT you to make possible!" The scientist flinched under the leer of the wicked man. "U-uh! O-Okay then! So...what is it that y-you want me to do?" Flug said, nervously gripping his arm in anticipation. The menacing man grinned with his vile teeth and let out a mere chuckle. "Flug! We are going to make it our mission to acquire meteorites from space! They are the most coveted power sources a villain can have! You are going to build a machine that is capable of retrieving meteors from space! Then, we are going to sell them for high profits!" The dark man said, cackling out loud for a few seconds. Then, there was an awkward silence the followed afterward before the scientist let out a nervous laugh. "Hahahaha--ah. Very funny, sir. But, is that really all you b-brought me here for?" Flug stuttered, before catching the glare that was being thrown his way by his boss from across his desk. "Oh. You're serious?!" Flug realized. "Yes, I am very serious, you IMBECILE!" His boss snapped, causing Flug to slightly cower before he started to fidget and sputter. "But, Sir! How am I going to get meteors out of space?! I-I'm a scientist, not a miracle worker!" Flug exclaimed, to which his boss merely rolled his one visible eye. "You're intelligent. Figure it out." He waved Flug off. "Now, get to work. I want one as soon as possible!" He snapped. To which, Flug slumped over and made his way to the exit. How was he going to get meteorites from space? Ah, better late than never to start brainstorming ideas at 11PM at night. -- Eventually, Flug DID think up a way to get a full meteorite from space. It took careful statistics, judgment, accuracy, and data to make sure that his prototype would be effective enough to do the job it was supposed to. Now, featuring the gun-like mechanism that was pointed at the stars! The machine he built was going to function like a transportation ray. Days of work went into correcting and calculating this machine. Let alone building it. Using the hyper-scope attached to the top of the gun-like mechanism, it would target distant asteroid belts and meteorites, turn them into easy-to-transport particles, bring the particles back from space at warp-speed and into the reassembling box that looked like a giant metal crate with a removable lid, and then restore them back to their physical status from within the metal crate. Then, Boom! You have a meteorite in your possession! It was pure genius and it only required typical ray-based knowledge, some light physics, and excellent distant judgement. But, of course, operating the particle gun was extremely dangerous. As nothing of this degree had been produced by Flug before. Let alone, tested before. Nor built by Flug before. Flug was sure that he was pushing his own scientific limits with this particle gun. Yet, only his boss could think of doing something this abscond for Flug to do or make. If it fails, he won't be surprised. If he succeeds, he'll probably give credit to beginners' luck. At the beginning of the experiment, Flug had looked through the radar scanner and took note of where the particular belt was. Then, he had to calculate how much time and power it would require to fire into that specific area. Then, he picked out an asteroid from the radar that would be the right size to be used as a power source. Finally, he got behind the particle gun and looked through the hyper-scope, judging the precise location and using some stars to map his way into the next neighboring cosmic mass. He fired up the particle gun and spied the sector that he wanted to shoot for. Flug then calculated the trajectory and length of the journey in lightyears to the cosmic mass, to the best of his abilities, and fired a pillar of green light into the night sky from the gun-like mechanism. A pillar of green light shimmers as it fades into the sky. Pixel-looking bits would flicker in and out of the ray as it grew stronger and stronger. The light blast sped off into space at a rapid pace that even impressed Flug himself, to which, he got out from behind the particle gun and hurried over to his equipment. Observing the lights' journey as it already breached the atmosphere and headed off into the direction of the distant asteroid belt. It was a successful launch. Yet, Flug waited anxiously. Watching the radar capture the light breaching past the known planets in their solar system. It was nothing but a mere green streak across the empty void of space. Yet, the sights of the ray might raise questions in both heroes and villain communities alike, maybe even inspire conspiracy theorist. Regardless of what others thought, Flug watched his project work its' scientific wonders. His unseen mouth cracked up into a big smile as he watched the particle gun do its' thing. He was proud of himself. Well...he felt like that, anyway. --- The beam of the gun took only 30 minutes to reach the distant asteroid belt. All while Flug collected data of the journey and observed from homebase. Even if it wasn't his primary field of research, he couldn't help but become intrigued with his current project. Recovering distant asteroids could broaden the world of science as a whole, if this was made for a different reason other than for the profit of his boss, of course. Yet, this experiment has a high chance for failure. And if he fails to bring back a meteorite...his boss won't be a very happy man. Well, he never is. Unless it involves money, scheming, or villainous actions, of course. But, that's just his boss on a normal day. Failure to deliver a meteorite to his boss can cause a lot of stress on Flug. And, sadly, he probably won't succeed and get punished for his failure. Which terrified Flug. But, who can blame him? Even as a scientific genius, he still had limits on what his expertise can do! Like he said, he's a scientist and an inventor, not a miracle worker! Yet, so far at least, everything has gone smoothly. The beam didn't flicker out and it was actually traveling across space at an impressive speed and collision was nearing. If Flug was optimistic about this project, he would probably say that it is the first successor of its' kind. It kinda...warmed his heart to think that he would be able to make a particle ray that could transport asteroids across the vast emptiness of space. That would just make his year. But, just as Flug was getting his hopes up that everything was going to go fine, something went horribly wrong immediately after the beam collided with something. Emergency beeping startled Flug out of his admiration stupor and sent him reeling as he began to attempt to observe the radar, ignoring the beeping and errors that were popping up everywhere. Flug was surprised at what he was witnessing being recorded on his data transmitter. The beam had apparently missed the asteroid belt that he was aiming for and it had collided with another foreign object within the same galactic cluster instead. Strangely enough, Flug didn't see any other objects out there. The asteroids were hard enough to spot as they were! He hurriedly attempted to detect what the beam had collided with. But, the sudden collision jump-started the transportation process. As it began to break down what it collided with into tiny particles and started to transport them back to the restoration box. Worse yet, the particle gun began to overheat from the exertion of pressure from the particles that it was trying to transport. Apparently, something within the particles was causing the engine to strain much more than usual. Yet, that shouldn't be possible! As Flug made the machine as strong as he could make it in such a short amount of time as two weeks. Smoke bellowed out from the machine as it transported the particles back. Sparking and vibrating to a violent extent as the particles passed through the filter, which only seemed to make it worse. Everything began to spark, even the side equipment that recorded the data began to go haywire! It caused Flug to take a few cautious steps back away from the machines. Shielding his fragile paper bag from the sparking mechanisms and smoking electronic pieces. Being a prototype and the first machine to be used this way, Flug was pretty much expecting this outcome, even if it did succeed. Yet, he wasn't expecting this level of violent reactions! Flug panicked as he began to mentally tally his options of survival for himself or his research. He quickly made his decision. Rather than trying to save the invention and risk his life doing so, Flug ran over to the hatch that lead to the roof and took cover in there instead. From his hiding point, he could see the particles had finished returning. Passing through the final filter before emptying out into the reassembling crate. After the particles were successfully transported from space to the crate, the particle gun suddenly started to alarm with flashing red lights and errors, the smoke turning a inky black and bellowing out of the machines on the roof. Flug slammed the hatch to the roof shut and crouched down in the entry way, covered his ears through the paper bag, and braced himself for the inevitable explosion. It took only a few seconds for the particle gun to suddenly catch fire, then everything suddenly lit up in a bright white light and an explosion erupted. The medium explosion caused a miniature sonic boom to erupt, causing the top hat shaped manor to vibrate and rattle, the crashed plane that was stuck in the roof to become slightly more crooked, the surrounding streetlights to flicker, woke up some neighbors from their slumbers, and caused a nearby dog to start barking madly at the sudden loud noise. To which, all that was left on the roof was raining burnt debris and shattered mechanical parts that were whole no more. -- Flug coughed violently as he opened the hatch that lead to the roof and was immediately confronted by inky black smoke. He attempted to clear the smoke out of his vision by waving his marigold gloved hands around to part the smoldering cloud that was hovering in front of the entry way. Upon leaving the safe haven that was the entry way, he peered over all of the destruction that now littered the rooftop. Which was covered in smoldering pieces of metal, sparking wires, and broken machinery. He inspected the rooftop to see if there was any type of damage to the roof, thankfully, there appeared to be no holes or cracks in the sturdy material that made up the house. Yet, as much as he dreaded it, he looked over to the machine that once worked like a charm. To which it came as no surprise to see the particle gun in shambles on the roof. Each piece either broken beyond repair or burnt to a crisp. Two weeks worth of labor. Utterly destroyed and wasted. Flug let out a disappointed sigh. "I knew this wouldn't work." Flug grumbled as he brushed his path clear of debris. Moving some broken machinery out of the way with his sneaker. He looked back toward his invention, which now laid in smoldering pieces on the roof, and sighed. Yet, when he looked over to the crate, expecting it to also be in shambles, he was surprise and glad to see that the crate was still in one piece. It was charred black from the explosion on the roof. But, the steel held out and kept it whole! Even after all of that hard work, he probably still had a meteorite! Even if his prototype particle gun invention exploded, he probably, and hopefully, still has a meteorite that will probably save him from his boss's wrath! Flug sighed out in brief relief. At least all of that hard work had not been for nothing! Walking over some smoking and smoldering metal, he approached the crate with great care. Then, he carefully laid his yellow gloves onto the removable lid and attempted to lift it. It was almost welded shut from the heat, but he kept pulling and the metal was slowly being pried apart. So he kept trying to remove the lid on the crate. Grunting as he did so, yet, he suddenly started to hear what sounded like...groaning? And it was coming from...inside the reassembling crate...? Quickly halting all of his movement, Flug stopped to listen for the sound. Then, he heard it as clear as a summer day. "Uuuugggnnnh..." Flug felt his eyes widen in pure surprise. Yes. Something was GROANING inside the crate. Astonished and unsure, he decided to preform a short experiment just to make sure he was not going mad after all of these years, as he folded up his hand up into a fist and knocked on the lid. Then, he pressed his unseen ear to the lid, listening intently. A quiet moment of silence passed by. It was silent for a certain period of time that Flug started to suspect that he was just hearing things.

. . . . . Then suddenly, a knocking sound was heard coming from within the crate itself. Knock, Knock, Knock! Flug jumped back, as if the lid itself had burned him. He was speechless at the returned knocking. His mind began to jump to any logical explanations on how something in the crate was knocking back at him. Yet, all he seemed to do was confuse himself and second-guess his own ways of logic or reality. "What the-!?" He gasped. 'This...! This shouldn't be possible!' He thought, trying to control his reeling mind.

He was sure that the beam went into the sky! There was NO WAY that he managed to. . .unless. A silent idea creeped into his mind. The thought of extraterrestrial life living within that galaxy cluster made Flug want to sputter and brush off the notion. It just wasn't plausible...was it? Could he have accidentally hit...a planet? With life on it? Intelligent life?! He could feel his heart racing as the thought of creatures with many eyes, mouths, and limbs came into his mind. The thought of creatures made of fire, transparent skin, stardust, glass-like substances, and even scales crossed his imagination. Bipeds, Quadrupeds, Tripeds, and Alien Morphs passed through his brain. Just...what did he get? What would it look like? Would it be instinctively driven or abstractly driven? Intelligent or...? Would it...eat him or attack him if he let it out of the crate? Shit, he hoped not! But, he has to let it out of there some time.

Flug, now sweating from looming anxiety and fear, grabbed the top of the crate again. He took a deep breath while squeezing his eyes shut, and lifted the lid.

.  .  .

Flug was confused, but thankful, that nothing had jumped out of the crate and mauled him or began to devour him. Opening his eyes, Flug then peered into the crate, curiosity overwhelming his fear. What he saw made Flugs' mental gears suddenly ground to a sudden halt.

"What...?" Flug said in disbelief as he saw another. . .human?

Inside of the crate was another, seemingly normal, human being. They were in what appeared to be a grey T-shirt with an Alien symbol on it, along with some black pants that had UFO's on them. They're clothes also seemed to glow in dark as the darkness within the crate seemed to show that very vividly. Producing more light to illuminate their features. To which Flug began to notice the major differences on this...peculiar human.

Flug blinked, they seemed homosapien. . .but different from the ones that Flug has seen all of his life.

Their features were softer and their eyes were friendlier-looking. They were also laying down on their back with a completely relaxed posture. Despite the situation that they were currently in, they held a relaxed expression. Even when looking at him, all they did was arch an eyebrow at him.

Flug must admit, if he saw this person walking around, he probably would be suspicious of their differences. Or he would probably just think they were a really weird-looking foreigner. Definitely not what he was expecting from an...alien. Yet, even if they were lackluster, he was still surprised to see them within the crate.

He locked eyes with the "person" in the crate once more. His voice still gone from disbelief.

A few awkward seconds passed between him and the alien. To which, a staring contest ensued. .

.

. The alien then gave a friendly smile towards Flug. Waving at him slightly with one hand. "S'up?" The 'human' in the crate spoke up as they smiled and looked at him. "I came in pieces. Take me to your leader." They spoke, holding up their hands in mock-surrender. Laughing all the while at their sub-par joke. Much to the surprise, and slight distaste, of Flug.

Flug could only gulp in fear in response.

Oh, his boss was NOT going to like how this experiment turned out... ------------------------------------------------------ Next>