#above ground pool deck kit

[jarondont]

Gone

Um ... an angsty Eurylochus x Ctimene oneshot, bc why not

For the best experience, listen to sad Titanic instrumentals in the background

Also, here's a little piano thing I thought of for Ctimene, with Ody's guitar motif and Eury's Luck Runs Out motif

Under a small cliff in a hidden cove just beside the harbor stood a majestic olive tree, similar to the one in the palace courtyard—its roots buried sturdily in the ground; its branches wedged into the rock behind it. Its leaves rustled in the wind, blending with the gentle crash of waves along the shoreline. Sunrise stretched its rosy fingers over the horizon and spread its light over the wine-dark sea, bathing the world in a golden hue.

Two figures sat at the base of the tree, their fingers laced together like the branches above their heads. One, a man, was tall, broad, and sturdily built. The other was just the opposite—a woman, short and lean. Neither of them spoke—they simply sat in each other’s company, savoring every moment, wishing they could stay like this forever.

They couldn’t; they knew that. As they sat, the dozen ships at the harbor were being loaded with food and weapons and supplies, almost ready to set sail for the shores of Ilium. The crew was slowly trickling onto the decks, although no one was present to give them orders. The captain likely was saying goodbye to his own wife. But as soon as he returned, they’d leave. And they’d need their second-in-command.

For now, though, Ctimene just wanted to hold on to her husband for as long as she could.

“Ctimene,” the man mumbled.

“Hm?” came the reply.

“I must go.”

Ctimene hummed again, tilting her head to rest on his shoulder. “Not yet.”

A beat passed. “Kit, I really must—”

“Please, Eurylochus, just a little longer.” Her voice cracked slightly from the tears that she held back, forming a lump in her throat.

Eurylochus sighed. Ctimene glanced down at their intertwined fingers as he traced his thumb in circles over the back of her hand. It tickled a little—to anyone else, the caress would seem surprisingly gentle for hands as strong as Eurylochus’s … but Ctimene could feel the tension in his touch. She looked up to meet his eyes, but his gaze was lowered to his lap, dejected.

“How long will it take, do you think?” she asked quietly, part of her not wanting to know the answer.

He shrugged. “I don’t know. Could be … could be anywhere from a year to …” He faltered. “I don’t know.”

Something stung in the corners of Ctimene’s eyes, then made its way down her throat and into her heart until it felt like it was burning. She glanced away, her grip on Eurylochus’s hand tightening slightly, desperately.

“Where will you stay in the meanwhile?” he asked, trying to change the topic. “Will you stay here, or go back to Same?”

She shrugged. “I’ll go back, I guess.” But it won’t be the same without you. She swallowed, blinking away her tears.

A pause, then Eurylochus started, “Kit—”

The bell rang out from the harbor, echoing along the cliffs—one bell, two, three.

Eurylochus’s fingers quickly untangled themselves from Ctimene’s. “The captain’s ready,” he muttered, then began to rise from his seat.

But Ctimene grabbed his wrist, her tears finally spilling. “Don’t. They can wait a few more minutes, can they not?” “No, Kit, I need to go—”

“Please,” she sobbed. “Don’t leave me.”

Sorrow washed over Eurylochus’s face. He knelt down beside her and ran his calloused fingers over her cheek, rubbing away her tears with his thumb. The action only made her cry harder.

“Kit, look at me.” She already was—taking in the slight furrow of his eyebrows; the way the sun reflected off his otherwise deep brown eyes, making them shine like pools of gold; the small dip on his right cheek that she’d often kiss, the dimple deepening as his smile widened. She took in everything, wishing she could somehow imprint this moment into her mind forever.

He held her hands in his and helped her up, his teary gaze trained intently on hers. He began, “Whatever happens in this war—”

“No.” She knew what he was about to say. “No, Eurylochus, no—”

“Whatever happens,” he continued, shaking his head, “promise me one thing.” He took a steadying breath. “Promise me you’ll stay strong. Promise me you won’t lose yourself in longing. Promise me you’ll always hold on to whatever hope is left, Ctimene, because I will, too.”

She was silent.

“Promise me, Kit.”

She exhaled a sob. “I promise.”

A rueful smile danced across his face as he raised her hands to his lips and kissed them. “Wait for me,” he whispered.

“I promise,” she repeated, not breaking his gaze as he slipped his fingers out of hers and began slowly back-stepping to the harbor.

She watched as he turned to keep walking, his sandals kicking up small clouds of sand.

“Eurylochus, wait.”

He stopped in his tracks, spinning around as Ctimene threw her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his. She closed her eyes, teardrops escaping their corners and flooding down her cheeks. Eurylochus returned the kiss, his arms wrapping around her waist like an anchor, never wanting to let go. In that moment, it was just the two of them—no war, no ships, no leaving people behind. Just them.

But even the strongest anchors must be drawn eventually.

Ctimene pulled away just enough to meet his eyes. “You will come back, Eurylochus,” she insisted. “You will come back, and then we will have our forever.”

“I—” His golden-hued eyes glinted with tears. “I promise.”

With that, he left.

Ctimene didn’t leave the cove until the bell clanged again and the dozen ships pulled out of the harbor. The men—soldiers—raised their arms as final goodbyes, standing at the rail and waving to the crowd of people at the shore. Be safe, Ctimene wished them, and come back home. We will all be waiting.

Then she caught sight of two figures on the leading vessel—one with a billowing purple cape, still facing toward the crowd of people, waving to someone. And the other—Ctimene bit her lip to keep from crying. He was waving to her, she realized. She waved back, her eyes stinging as she shed a tear. The man nudged the shorter one with the cape next to him, drawing his eyes to where she stood on the beach. She waved to them both, watching their figures shrink smaller and smaller as the ships sailed away.

“I will wait, agapitos,” she whispered. “I promise.”

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One year passed. Then two. Three.

Any word from Ithaca? She’d ask. Are they back yet?

No, they’d reply, not yet.

Another year. Another. And another.

Have they returned?

No. No one has.

Again, the seasons cycled through, marking another year. And another. And one more.

Where are they? Surely the war’s over by now.

It isn’t. Not yet.

How much longer would this war last? How much longer must those soldiers suffer? How much longer must friends, lovers, families stay apart, desperate to see each other again?

How much longer until Eurylochus came home?

All these questions Ctimene pondered as crashing waves of dread slowly eroded away her patience.

But no one ever knew the answer.

The tenth year—the war was over. Achaea had won.

They’re not back yet.

Another year. Two, three, four, five.

Every morning, she’d sit by the shore, her fingers tracing small patterns in the soft sand as she stared out across the wine-dark sea. Maybe it will be today, she hoped. Maybe I will see a black ship on the horizon, finally home from Troy.

She’d occasionally see something, a small fleck somewhere on distant waves. She’d spring up from her seat and squint against the sun, trying to see it better. Sometimes, it would be a ship, and her heart would flutter like a freed dove as she almost dared to hope it was him.

Almost.

Usually, the ship would sail on, not even making a turn for Same. And if it did dock at the shores, it was never his. No, it was always a trading ship, a fishing ship, or some other unknown vessel that would slam its anchor straight onto Ctimene’s heart.

But she still waited. She had made a promise, after all.

The next five years went by all the same. She’d watch, she’d wait, and she’d hope, but that was all she could do.

So, when she finally received some news, her heart was ready to burst out of her chest.

It started as a whisper, winding its way through the ears of people until it eventually reached Ctimene’s.

Odysseus has returned.

They made it … after all this time, they finally made it home!

Immediately, she ordered a ship made ready for her. She was going to Ithaca.

The journey only took a few hours, but it felt like an eternity. The whole time, her mind was consumed by a mixture of excitement, joy, and … fear. Though she tried to suppress it, part of her couldn’t help but wonder—what would Eurylochus be like after all this time? Would she still be able to love him? Would he still love her? Twenty years away from home … had he—had he kept his loyalty? Or had he severed his ties with Ctimene and taken another lover?

His face flashed through her mind’s eye. No. No, he would never—he had promised he’d make it back, and they’d have their forever.

He’d promised.

As soon as her ship docked in the Ithacan harbor, she hurried toward the palace, weaving her way through the streets as quickly as she could. Her heart and mind raced as she imagined everything she’d wanted to say to him for all these years. So many things.

Eurycleia was the first to greet her at the palace. “Ctimene—” she began, then paused. Her cheery grin fell suddenly. “Oh, child …”

“Where is Odysseus?” Ctimene asked, too impatient to notice the nurse’s change in mood.

“In the hall,” Eurycleia replied. “But, Ctimene—”

But she had already taken off.

She found her brother at the foot of his throne, fiddling with his bow. As soon as he looked up, they both froze.

Scars lined his face in places they hadn’t before—the bridge of his nose, his right cheek, his left eyebrow. His eyes had dark circles underneath, as if he hadn’t gotten proper sleep in days. And his shoulders were tense, as if expecting an attack at any moment.

Other than that, he looked like the same Odysseus she remembered.

“Ody,” she breathed, and threw her arms around him, collapsing in tears.

“Kit.” He dropped his bow and returned the embrace, his tears wetting her clothes. “I missed you,” he sobbed, holding her tight.

He was home. He was safe. And he was alive. Ctimene was overjoyed.

But still, something—someone—was missing.

“Brother,” she began, pulling away, “where is Eurylochus?”

Odysseus froze.

“Brother?”

His eyes grew wide and darted in every direction before finally focusing on the ground. He mumbled something under his breath, but Ctimene couldn’t hear it. “What is it, Ody?”

He took a few panicked breaths. “I’m sorry.”

Sorry? Her eyebrows pressed together. Why was he sorry?

“Odysseus—”

It hit her like a spear, piercing her heart, deeper and deeper, until the only thing she felt was blinding pain. Her breathing hitched as dread engulfed her, swallowing her whole. That … that couldn’t have happened—it couldn’t—

“Odysseus …” She struggled to keep her voice level. “Where is Eurylochus?”

No response.

Her tears were no longer of joy—they streaked her face like rivers of sorrow and horror, burning against her skin. But Odysseus was still silent.

“Where is he?” she demanded, shooting up from her seat. “Where is he?”

Odysseus wouldn’t look at her. “I was going to send you a messenger … Kit, the rest of the crew—” his voice cracked. “I had to. I’m so sorry.”

He “had to”?

“‘Had to’ what, Odysseus?” She could barely even breathe now. “What did you do?!”

But he just squeezed his eyes shut, not speaking anything more.

“SAY SOMETHING!”

“I can’t,” he gasped. “I’m sorry.”

No. No. He was lying—he had to be lying—

Finally, he looked up. “I’m sorry, Kit—”

“Don’t call me that.” She backed away, almost stumbling. “Don’t—don’t—”

She stared him right in the eyes. “You’re a murderer.”

“Ctimene, please—”

She turned around and ran.

She burst out of the palace, tearing through the streets and down to the harbor, desperately yet hopelessly searching for her husband. Maybe he was waiting here. Maybe he was boarding a ship for Same. Maybe he’d surprise her, spin her around and kiss her cheek, chuckling and telling her it was just a trick.

But he never did.

She wiped her tears with the back of her hand, but more kept falling. “Eurylochus?!” she called out to the sea. “Agapitos?!”

She was only met with the crash of waves and the sound of blood rushing in her ears.

Her chest heaving, she stumbled along the shoreline, yelling out his name until her voice was hoarse. Every passing second added to the searing pain in her heart, scorching her from the inside. She screamed, she cried, and she ran, until she found herself in an area she recognized in a memory from twenty years ago.

A hidden cove, surrounded by tall cliffs, with an olive tree—now half-dead—pressed against the rock.

Promise me you’ll always hold on to whatever hope is left, Ctimene, because I will, too.

Images flashed through her mind—a sunrise, intertwined fingers, and two shimmering pools of gold. She reached out to the visions, desperate to grab them and hold on before—

Gone. It was all gone.

He was gone. Truly gone.

Her knees buckled, and she collapsed to the sand, letting out a strangled cry that sounded almost inhuman. “Eurylochus,” she screamed, “Eurylochus!” His name echoed along the cliffs, surrounding her, as if it was the only word the world knew how to speak. “You promised, Eurylochus, you promised! You promised you’d come back—why didn't you come back—” Her voice failed her, and she clawed her nails into the sand, wishing she could dig her way to the Underworld and bring him back.

“Come back,” she croaked, barely louder than a whisper. “Come back.”

She vaguely felt an arm wrap around her and heard a thump as someone kneeled in the sand next to her. She leaned her head on the man’s shoulder, too tired and miserable to pull away.

“I’m sorry, Kit,” he whispered, and she felt his tears fall on her cheeks. “I’m so sorry.”

But no amount of apologies could ever repair the gaping hole in her heart where he used to be. Nothing could.

“He’s gone, Ody,” she cried, burying her face in his clothes.

“I know,” he choked. “I’m sorry.”

And there they sat, together yet completely alone—a captain who had sacrificed everything for love, and a princess who had lost everything she loved.

[slippinmickeys]

Proof of Life, pt 2

1. She steps off the Chinook and onto the deck of the aircraft carrier, and the first person she meets is, improbably, her older brother. Not improbable in that he was a Lieutenant in the Navy and finding him on one of its ships was not an unheard of occurrence, but improbable in that the last she knew – just before she left to fly overseas – he was stationed in San Diego, California.

“Dana!” he says, and leaps forward to crush her into his side, at the same time leading her away from the helicopter, which is already being powered down. The noise on the deck of the carrier is still loud though, and she struggles to hear Bill’s voice. She remembers to pull the ear plugs out of her ears, which helps, marginally.

When he finally gets her below deck and seals the hatch on the noise above, he whirls around and hugs her to him, tight.

“Jesus, I thought we’d lost you,” he says into her hair. “The picture was all over the news and the intel was slow to come in. It took weeks longer than – I should probably wait until you’ve been debriefed,” he interrupts himself, and extricates her from his arms, holding her at arm's length, just looking her over, as if she was a gift he had just unwrapped.

“Where’s Mulder?” she asks, the very second he seems to have recovered himself. She’s happy to see a friendly face – her brother, no less – but she’s been dying for news and couldn’t talk to anyone on the chopper, as she wasn’t wearing a headset.

“Are you hurt?” Bill asks her, like he didn’t hear her. “You’re supposed to go directly to the med bay, and I told them I was taking you personally.”

He turns and starts leading her along, and she grabs his arm and pulls up short.

“Bill,” she says, and her tone of voice catches his attention. “Where is Mulder?”

“Who?”

Not in each other’s presence five minutes and already she wants to strangle him.

“Mulder. Fox Mulder. The other hostage?”

“Oh,” Bill says. “I think he’s being debriefed on the mainland. I had to pull a lot of strings to get you here. I’m going to get you home, Dana, don’t you worry.”

“But,” she starts, and already he’s leading her along again, through bulkheads and past sailors who back themselves up against the sides of the walkways to get out of their way.

“I’ve got Ethan on a sat phone,” he goes on, turning her this way and that – she’ll never be able to find her way around without a map. “He’s champing at the bit. You can talk to him after you’ve been debriefed.”

Before she has a moment to unpack what he just said, they’re at a hatch and a nurse in BDU’s takes her arm and leads her away from her brother, who watches her, his eyes wistful, his face proud.

2.Murray had been standing next to her when it happened. She had a microphone in her hand, was attaching the earpiece in order to hear the anchors in Washington, and then there was a sound like the ripping of the fabric of time, and Murray was on the ground at her feet, a pool of blood leaking out from under him.

Militants poured out of the building behind her, screaming at her and Mikey.

One of them shoved a gun in her face yelling “Translate! Translate!” And her insides went liquid.

Mikey kept rolling, but took the time to scream “You killed the translator, fucknuts!” which earned him a punch to the knee with the barrel of an old Russian assault rifle. The next thing she knew, Mikey was being hustled into a van with his equipment and a black bag was shoved over her head and then: the Hilton. Mulder.

3. She’d refused the rape kit and just about every exam other than the blood pressure cuff the nurse put on her while she was arguing with the doctor.

“Dana, I don’t understand,” Bill says, struggling to keep up with her despite his longer legs. She doesn’t even really know where she’s going, but if she stays still another moment longer, she’s going to explode.

“The mainland, Bill,” she says without looking at him. “I need to get back to the mainland.”

“I told you,” he says, with a little more patience. “I’m going to get you home, from here. From the ship. I called in a bunch of favors.”

She feels like she is going crazy. She pulls up short and pokes Bill in the chest with her finger.

“I don’t want to go home. I want to go to the mainland!” Her eyes start to sting. She’s tired and traumatized and all she wants to do is see Mulder. Tears fall. “I just want to see him,” she pleads, quietly, to herself.

“Dana,” Bill says gently. “He’s not on the mainland. He’s in Washington. I told you, I’ve got Ethan on a sat phone link up and you can talk to him as soon as you’re out of debrief. I’m sorry, but we’ve got to follow protocol. We have intelligence to gather, and it’s time sensitive.”

She feels something inside her wither.

4.“Do you know,” Mulder says, pulling off the top of the thick plastic wrap. “That this is the best flavor of MRE? I’m shocked they were willing to part with it.” He’s nodding toward the hotel door at the guards who deliver their intermittent meals.

“Chili and macaroni?” she says dubiously. “I can’t imagine they know what they’re missing.”

They are ten minutes post-coital, and both of them are starved, but the look on Mulder’s face makes her want to dash the self-contained meal to the floor and climb back on his face.

“I know that look,” he says, nostrils flaring. “But you’ve got to let me build my strength back up.”

She raises an eyebrow. “I’ve so far been impressed with your refractory period, Mulder. Don’t go getting Starved Hostage on me, now.”

He pulls a small bag of Skittles out of the brown wrapping and tosses it to her from where he sits on the other side of the bed. She catches it easily.

“Yeah, well I need to eat something other than you,” he says, leaning forward to steal a kiss before she can register what he said.

She reaches out to playfully swat at him but he leans out of the way, and she instead opts to tear open the little bag of candy and pop a sunny yellow round into her mouth, which floods with saliva at the first hint of lemony flavor. The candies are harder than she remembers, but they’re the best thing she’s ever tasted. Their captives aren’t starving them, but they’ve both lost weight neither of them could really afford to lose.

“And it’s chili and macaroni that’s going to do it for you?” she asks.

“Listen,” he says, activating the little ration heater. “I was embedded with the 41st and the 103rd. I know of which I speak.”

The sheets are rumpled over his lap as he sits cross-legged in the bed, and she doesn’t really want to think about the state of them, but if she squints, he could be sitting in her bed back in Georgetown. A Sunday morning, coffee brewing, CBS on low on the other side of the room, nothing to do for the rest of the day but read trash literature and make love.

The sugar from the candy hits her bloodstream, making her feel a little sick.

“What are you going to do,” she asks him, her voice suddenly serious. “When we get out of here?”

The air seems to go out of the room; post-coital joy and food delivery euphoria only temporary mood enhancers.

Mulder stirs the meal with the little plastic spork. “I don’t know,” he says, without looking up. “Probably take on another assignment. Though maybe I’ll settle down and write a book. I don’t-I don’t know,” he repeats himself.

Her mind flashes to Murray’s body on the pavement at her feet.

“What about you?” he asks, lifting a sporkful to inspect it. “Do you have someone at home waiting for you?”

This is the first time he’s phrased the question thusly. When they were first getting to know each other, he’d asked her if there was anyone special she was missing terribly, and her answer had been an honest “No.” Did she have a boyfriend who missed her? Yes. Did she miss him back? Not really. Her work was too exciting and she’d only really stayed with him because he was at CNN too, he was part of it. But not a part she missed when she was in the field.

This relationship, the deepest she’s ever felt, raw and elemental and life-changing, may only exist in this room. Once they leave it, what are they to each other?

Suddenly, there is a sporkful of food hovering in front of her mouth, steam wafting up from it.

“Taste,” he says, his expression earnest and open.

She lets him feed her, and sucks the food from the utensil, chews, her mouth once again flooding with saliva.

“Shit,” she says, smiling with her mouth full and covering it with her hand while she speaks. “That’s delicious.”

“Fucking told you,” he says. He puts the spork back in his mouth and smiles around it like a cocky frat boy and she’s lost. This moment, this second, right here, she is lost. She will love him her whole life, in or out of this room.

She doesn’t realize until days later that she never actually answered his question.

5. She pushes her way through the double doors of the building on the base, having gotten the run around from three separate MPs and one dickhead brother who insisted on accompanying her.

Mulder was supposed to be here. In this building. In this room. He’d completed his debrief and gotten permission from the base commander to leave. The military had offered to fly him stateside, but he’d declined the offer and was supposedly waiting here for his ride off-base.

But as she makes a turn around the room, she finds it empty. She wants to scream. A primal urge which dies on her lips when she hears a familiar voice. In the corner of the room, a TV is suspended, tuned to CNN.

And on the screen is none other than Ethan Minette.

It takes her a moment to take it all in. Wolf Blitzer on one side of a split screen, Ethan on the other. And the Chiron beneath his face says, no shit, “Dana Scully’s boyfriend.”

“And we just, we’re so thankful to the Network for helping to get her back, Wolf,” he is saying. “And I know I just said it a minute ago, but I can’t wait to wrap my arms around her and never let go.”

At that moment, a door into the room opens, and a uniformed woman with a clipboard steps through it.

Scully, mouth dry and pulse pounding, manages to speak.

“Fox Mulder,” she says, and her voice sounds strained to her own ears. “Where is he?”

The woman’s eyes flit up to the television and back to Scully.

“Oh,” she says. “He left.”

[ooklet]

as a country we do have an abundance of private pools, but one important piece of context that might be skewing results is whether it is in-ground or above.

in-ground pools cost tens of thousands of dollars and involve extensive construction and landscaping, and that's mostly what you see in the media. (if you want to make yourself angry on purpose watch pool kings, it's all about rich people installing the stupidest, most over the top, massively expensive in-ground pools.)

above-ground pools can be bought as a kit for a fraction of that, or DIY'd if you're handy enough. i've only known ppl who had what where affectionately referred to as redneck pools. one was a kit, one was a sprawling construction project on the part of the dad, with a rope on a zipline that you could use to swing into it from the second storey deck. (profoundly unsafe, OSHA would have had a field day with that monster.)

in both cases it was a point of pride how (relatively) dirt cheap they were.

for a literature essay im writing im inexplicably looking up a lot of articles abt private pools and american culture and now im curious.

i'm dutch, and to me a private pool seems like the height of ostentatious luxury. i don't know anyone in my country who has a private pool, i grew up swimming in public pools or whatever random body of water was nearby, lakes or rivers or canals or whatever. american media has so many private pools though, are they really that common?

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Get Ready for Summer Fun by Building Your Own Stylish Stock Tank Pool

Creating your own stock tank pool is a trendy, affordable, and fun way to transform your backyard into a refreshing oasis. With just a few tools and some creativity, you can build a stylish stock tank pool that’s perfect for cooling off on hot summer days. Here's a step-by-step guide to help you get started:

Why Choose a Stock Tank Pool?

Affordable: Compared to traditional in-ground or above-ground pools, stock tank pools are budget-friendly.

Easy to Install: A DIY project that requires minimal tools and can be completed in a weekend.

Stylish and Trendy: With a rustic charm and endless customization options, stock tank pools are both functional and aesthetically pleasing.

Portable: Unlike permanent pools, stock tank pools can be relocated if needed.

Materials and Tools You'll Need

Stock Tank: Choose a galvanized steel stock tank that suits your size preference. Common sizes range from 6 to 8 feet in diameter and about 2 feet deep.

Pump and Filter System: To keep the water clean and circulating, you’ll need a pool pump and filter. You can purchase kits specifically designed for stock tank pools.

Pool Chlorine Floater: Helps keep the water sanitized.

Ground Cover: A ground cover like sand or a tarp to level the surface and protect the bottom of the tank.

Plumbing Kit: Includes hoses, fittings, and sealants for connecting the pump and filter.

Sealant: To ensure a watertight seal around any drilled holes.

Optional Accessories: Ladders, pool lights, a pool cover, or a DIY deck.

Step-by-Step Guide to Building Your Stock Tank Pool

1. Choose the Location

Find the Right Spot: Select a level area in your yard that gets plenty of sunlight and is free from overhanging trees or other debris that could fall into the pool.

Check for Permits: Verify local regulations to ensure you don’t need a permit for your stock tank pool.

2. Prepare the Ground

Level the Ground: Clear the area of rocks, sticks, and other debris. Use sand or gravel to create a level base, ensuring proper drainage to avoid standing water under the tank.

Lay a Ground Cover: Place a tarp or ground cloth over the prepared area to protect the bottom of the tank from sharp objects and moisture.

3. Install the Stock Tank

Place the Tank: Position the stock tank on the prepared surface. Ensure it is level to avoid uneven water levels and stress on the tank’s structure.

Drill Holes for Pump and Filter: Carefully drill holes near the bottom of the tank for the inlet and outlet hoses of the pump. Follow the pump manufacturer’s instructions for proper placement.

4. Set Up the Pump and Filter System

Attach the Pump and Filter: Connect the hoses to the tank using the plumbing kit. Use sealant around the holes to prevent leaks.

Prime and Start the Pump: Once connected, fill the tank with water and prime the pump. Turn it on to start circulating and filtering the water.

5. Fill and Treat the Water

Fill the Tank: Fill the stock tank with water, ensuring it is deep enough to cover the pump intake but not so full that it overflows.

Add Chlorine: Use a chlorine floater to maintain proper water sanitation. Regularly check chlorine levels and adjust as needed.

6. Customize and Decorate

Paint and Decorate: Add a personal touch by painting the exterior of the tank, adding pool lights, or building a small deck or seating area around the pool.

Add Accessories: Consider adding a ladder for easy access, a cover to keep debris out, or even a DIY umbrella stand for shade.

Maintenance Tips

Regular Cleaning: Skim debris off the surface and clean the filter regularly to maintain water clarity.

Monitor Chemical Levels: Test the water weekly to ensure proper pH and chlorine levels.

Cover When Not in Use: Use a pool cover to keep the water clean and reduce evaporation.

Enjoy Your New Pool!

With your stylish DIY stock tank pool complete, you’re ready to enjoy summer fun right in your backyard. Whether you’re hosting a pool party or just lounging in the sun, your DIY stock tank pool will be the ultimate spot for relaxation and refreshment.

[dankusner]

1505 zen spa

A galvanized metal trough could be the coolest way to beat the Texas heat.

Why it matters:

Typically meant to store water for horses and cattle, stock tanks are making a splash in backyards across the country.

They're less expensive than a swimming pool and sexier than other above-ground options, according to Amanda Shaftel, co-founder of Austin-based Cowboy Pools.

"Cowboys would hop in the pool after a long day at work," Shaftel tells Axios.

https://fb.watch/ttYHcYlxXL/

The big picture: The company, which ships stock tank pools starting at $3,450 nationwide, reports pool sales are up roughly 30% year-over-year.

It's one of several similar businesses in Texas, including Stock Tank Love and Houston Stock Tank Pools, that launched in recent years as the pandemic kept people home.

What they're saying:

"It was the best thing I could do for myself for a Texas summer," Dallas content creator Kenzie Elizabeth said on Instagram about the stock tank pool she bought and slotted into a deck last year.

"It fits a lot more people than you'd think."

What's next:

A small but swelling number of social media posts are tagged #StockTankPool and #StockTankPools.

Posts using those hashtags jumped nearly 12% during the first half of this year compared with the same period last year, according to TikTok.

Reality check:

The swimming pool industry is drowning, largely due to the same factors cooling the U.S. economy, Axios' Courtenay Brown reports.

New pool construction could be down as much as 20% from last year, distributor Pool Corporation reported in late June, pointing to "cautious consumer spending on big-ticket items."

Between the lines: In-ground pools cost between $28,000 and $66,500 on average, per HomeAdvisor.

How it works:

Cowboy Pools come pre-assembled, ranging in size from 6 to 10 feet in diameter.

They need a completely level surface and access to outdoor electricity for a filter pump system that's included, along with other maintenance supplies.

The company says most cities don't require permits to install the 2-feet-deep pools, but homeowners considering one should check local rules.

The fine print: People can set up the pools themselves or hire pros.

Some savvy homeowners DIY the whole thing, buying troughs from farm supply stores. (Cowboy Pools and Stock Tank Love supply kits with everything but the tank for under $1,000.)

The intrigue: There are also plastic stock tanks, which some people prefer because they don't rust, and kids are less likely to get hurt if they hit their heads on them, a national sales pro told Wirecutter.

The bottom line: Move over, farm animals — we're taking a dip.

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7 Top Tips to Install Hot Tubs

Transforming your backyard into a tranquil retreat can be a fulfilling endeavour, and one of the most luxurious additions you can make is a hot tub. Whether you're seeking relaxation, therapeutic benefits, or a social gathering spot, a hot tub can become the centrepiece of your outdoor space. Here are the top ways to install a hot tub in your backyard.

Choose the Perfect Location

You should place your hot tub within easy reach of your home. A convenient location will encourage frequent use and make maintenance more manageable. Create a sense of seclusion by positioning your hot tub away from prying eyes. You can utilise natural barriers, such as trees or shrubs, or consider installing a privacy screen.

Take advantage of scenic views, sunsets, or other visually appealing elements in your backyard. Your hot tub experience will be enhanced when you can relax while enjoying beautiful surroundings. Ensure that the chosen area can support the weight of the hot tub, its occupants, and any additional features you plan to install.

Above-Ground or In-Ground Installation

You need to choose between above-ground and in-ground installation. Above-ground installations offer flexibility and can be relatively easier to set up. Portable hot tubs can be moved to different locations as needed, allowing you to change the setup according to your preferences. They often require minimal construction work, making the installation quicker and less invasive.

For a more permanent and integrated look, in-ground hot tubs offer a luxurious aesthetic that seamlessly blends with your landscape. In-ground hot tubs can be customised to match your backyard's design and theme. They can be integrated into a deck, patio, or even a pool area. In-ground hot tubs can increase the overall value of your property by enhancing its visual appeal.

DIY vs. Professional Installation

Deciding between a DIY installation and hiring professionals depends on your comfort level with construction and your budget. A DIY installation can save you money if you have the necessary skills and experience. However, ensure that you thoroughly research the process and obtain any required permits. Hiring experts ensures a seamless installation process and minimises the risk of mistakes. They can handle excavation, plumbing, electrical work, and other technical aspects.

Safety

Consider safety as a top priority when installing a hot tub. Ensure the hot tub is installed on a stable and level surface to prevent accidents. A safety cover or lockable lid is also essential to prevent unauthorised access, especially if you have children or pets. Adequate lighting around the hot tub area is also crucial for nighttime use and to prevent any trips or falls.

Consider Maintenance Factors

Owning a hot tub requires ongoing maintenance to keep it clean, safe, and operational. Consider factors like water chemistry, filtration, and regular cleaning when planning your hot tub installation. Investing in a quality water testing kit and familiarising yourself with basic maintenance routines can help extend the life of your hot tub and keep the water inviting and hygienic.

Consider Electrical and Plumbing Requirements

Hot tubs require electrical and plumbing connections to function correctly. Depending on your chosen model, you might need a dedicated electrical circuit, water supply, and drainage system. Hiring a licensed professional to handle these installations is essential to ensure compliance with safety standards and local regulations.

Accessorise and Furnish

Complete your backyard hot tub oasis by adding comfortable seating, towels, and storage for essentials. Consider placing a table or small storage unit nearby to hold drinks, snacks, and towels. Adding a pergola or canopy overhead can provide shade and protection from the elements while adding a touch of style to your outdoor space.

Conclusion

Transforming your backyard into a haven of relaxation with a hot tub is an exciting project that promises countless hours of comfort and enjoyment. Whether you're seeking solace from the stresses of everyday life or a place to entertain friends and family, a hot tub installation can elevate your outdoor living experience to new heights of luxury and well-being.

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HASO Origins (Cannon)

I have been lurking through comments and things, and find that there are a portion of you who are interested in the back stories of some of the characters. So I decided to write something for you today concerning one of those characters.

Forgive me in advance. I think I might be coming down with something, so the writing might show it lol :)

   He stood on the observation deck staring out at the star field. One of his hands rested on the glass, though his thoughts ranged far from this place, and back to the open moss fields of Anum.. He had stepped foot on his Home-wood only once since leaving on that first occasion, and if he was being honest with himself, he didn’t plan on ever going back again. It would be far too painful.

He sighed.

Generally he didn’t spend his time thinking like this.

But today…. Well today was a little different.

A hand fell to rest on his arm, and he nearly leaped out of his skin as he turned to look and see who it was. 

The Commander looked up at him his expression one of deep concern, his brows furrowed and the corners of his mouth pulled down into a light frown. The two locked eyes, and the words died on the man’s lips.

Cannon turned his head back to the star field, and the human stood with him staring out at the darkness. The two of them had gone through a lot together, something they would likely never mention to the rest of the crew. 

In fact, he doubted that anyone was aware that cannon had met the commander long before he had met Sunny.

The silence lengthened, “Thinking about he?” The man wondered his soft voice causing the glass to hum slightly.

Cannon nodded, “Always, but more so tonight.”

“Need some company, or would you like some time?”

“Some time would be nice.” He muttered quietly staring out the window.

“You got it chief. I’ll set con up down the hall, no one will bother you if they have to go past him.” 

Cannon hummed tiredly.

The commander was right about that one. 

People tended to avoid conn for the most part. The hand vanished from his arm, and he heard the soft thud of boots as the captain walked away, fading into the distance. Cannon closed his eyes.

-

The air was filled with choking smoke.

The sky overhead was a distant bloody red clotted out by great billows of black particulate. Cannon’s ears echoed with the sound of the Alien weapons a constant sharp cracking he had come to know and dread. His head swam as he lay there sprawled on the dried moss and earth his head resting against her slowly cooling body.

“Nehchal.” He whispered, “Nehchal.” 

She did not stir.

His beautiful vivacious warrior breathed slowly in and out labored and struggling as her body fought to stay.

He held her in his arms, her opalescent white armor stained with orange icor. 

He felt cheated, and robbed. None of this was fair at all.

Shouldn't he be happy for her, shouldn't he be happy for her glorious return to the spirits above. Where was the relief and, pride he had seen on the faces of others. Why did he feel so empty, what was wrong with him? He pulled her further into his arms ignoring the horrific throbbing in his leg, trying not to think about it.

She was limp against his chest, her beautiful head lolling heavily against his arm. He held her with his lower hands as he gently moved to raise her head, to make her more comfortable. There was still fighting in the distance, he could hear the screaming as the aliens decimated their ranks. The aliens with the metal welded to their skin.

“Nehchal.” He whispered 

She did not stir.

He could feel the warm pooling of their blood on the ground below.

IT was then that the distant sound came, a sound that he thought he would never hear in all his years of life, few that they admittedly were.

The call to surrender.

His body felt numb. 

If they had only been a few minutes longer.

Her eyes fluttered just then opening just enough to see him. He lifted his head and whispered her name one more time. Her eyes wrinkled in pleasure upon seeing him, but that only made him feel worse.

For the first time in years he began to weep.

She rested a hand on the side of his face. She did not speak,for she couldn’t but the love in her touch was enough.

She must have used her last bit of strength to comfort him, though it was he that should have been doing the comforting.

He felt the warmth of her last breath, hot and thick with the scent of blood against his throat, and then she died, cradled in his arms under the light of the distant red sun. Cannon did not feel relief or pride or pleasure, but he did feel and endless welling of sorrow dropping his head onto her unmoving chest as he continued to weep cradling her in his arms.

His weeping rose up with the call of others, and he heard the footsteps of the aliens as they trudged their way back up the slope. He opened blurry eyes to watch them walk past staggering distant, their eyes unfocused. He could hear the whir and click of gears as they left/ They joined him in his weeping, he could see it on their faces as they passed, watched as they carried fallen comrades from the battle field.

He listened to the cries of agony as one of their young soldiers was dragged from the field one of his limbs completely missing his eyes hollow.

Cannon did not blame them.

It was the drev that had done this, their stupid pride that had brought the strangers here. It had never been their property to take, but the greed of their elders had done this.

He looked down at Nechal’s lifeless body

And cried for the kits they were never to have.

He didn’t know how long he lay there feeling the slow process as warmth fled from her body. 

The sun glowed through the red haze above.

Footsteps over crackling moss, and he heard the soft intake of breath. He new those footsteps anywhere, and looked up to see Sunny standing over him her bright blue carapace also stained with blood.

For a moment he felt a bitter welling inside him. How is it that Chalan could survive but not Nehchal. He quashed the thought immediately, no no he would not do that to his sister. No he was happy she was alive, out of anyone at least she deserved it.

Sunny looked down at him, and in her expression he too could see her woe.

Her eyes fell over him falling down and back until they fell on his leg. Her eyes widened in shock and concern.

Oh yeah, he had forgotten about that. The very projectile that had gone  through his lower leg leavening it almost lifeless.

The pain was nothing compared to the pain of his soul.

Chalan  dropped her spear sitting on a rock next to him staring out over the smoky plains as their alien counterparts began to vanish through the darkness

Chalan rested her head against her upper set of hands.

And somehow he knew.

Their father was gone.

What else could he loose?

What else could chalan loose. He knew what the leg meant after all. Soon he would be gone and chalany would be the last remaining elgacy of their family/ She didn’t deserve to have that burden, not when their mother treated her the way she was treated.

It was hardly fair.

Then came the sound he was dreading, the hard clatter of metal, the powerful footsteps.

And a gasp of horror, “Kanan”

He lifted his head looking up at his mother's wide eyes.

He could see the rage and the anger and the hate that emanated fro her. Where other s might merely have been exhausted she was livid. They locked eyes for a moment, he who had once been the favorite son to a merciless mother, and she looked away in disgust.

“Why, why must the spirits do this to me?” She turned wailing out her agony, completely ignoring sunny as she bemoaned her dead mate, and no one to carry on her family line.

Cannon felt a deep and sudden hatred for her.

She turned back to him her eyes narrowed and pointed with a finger towards the distant roaring fires,, “Don’t bother to return home.”

And then she turned away 

Chalan watched her go.

Cannon felt sick.

-

And now he felt cold, despite the heat that washed over him in horrific waves. The roaring in his ears was deafening, and the throbbing in his leg was immense. Walking on it was almost impossible without a horrible limp.

The lava rolled below him.

And he stared at it 

It would be so easy, just one step, and he would be with his dear warrior again, he held out a foot feeling the heat rushing up from the molten rock charring at the bottom of his toes. He pulled back. It wouldn’t matter anyway, if he chose not to do it, he was outlasted forever. What kind of life was this worth living>

He held out his foot again.

“Inside his heart ached, and despite everything that had happened, he made a sudden and appalling realization.

He didn’t want to die.

He stared at the lava and was filled with an even greater shame than before. He didn’t want to die, knew he had to, and also knew he couldn’t do it. He was a coward, what would his mother think, what would his father think. What would Nehchal think?

What would…

“Kanan!”

Chalan?

He turned his head watching as the small blue figure alight with the glowing orange fire clambered up the rocks and towards him. IN one hand she held something, though he couldnt say what.

He turned don his palace glad for a distraction, “Chalan, what are you doing here.”

Chalan came skidding o  halt breathing heavily forced to shout over the roaring of the lava, “I came to stop you.”

“What, why.”

“Because, it’s not fair and it’s not right and I…. I can’t lose the only family I have left.”

He felt a twinge of pain for her. He had thought of that, but it hadn’t really sunk in till no.

“Please Kanan. I have an idea and Think it may work, but…. Just don’t do this”

Easy to convince someone who was already on your side of the argument

-

Cannon lay curled in the gutter and the filth. Overhead the roaring of hover cars and the  shouting of voices were his constant company. He had lost his work. No one needed a big strong drev whose legs were not strong enough to carry. The cloying sent of decay billowed up around him as the refuse continued to pile.

He felt sick 

And cold

And 

And something else.

ANd he missed Nehchal, and Chalan and Lanus. He missed when the days were more simple, when it was only the sun rising over the moss and the coil trees, and battle had been about honor. But now, everything he knew had changed, and here he was lying in the refuse of another alien race slowly staring to death on a planet that was not his own, under a star that was not his own. Not understanding what to do or where to go or how to behave.

He would die here on this moon they called noctopolis, and he would do it sooner rather than later. He had traded one death for another, a Honorable one to one lying in the rubbish.

He lifted his head listening to the sound of the street.

Maybe if he could just see the sky one more time he would be happy enough to go without complaint.

He inched forward across the ground dragging himself and his injured leg towards the center of the alleyway.

He felt the cold wetness of decay n his hands and chest barely stopping to grimace at the thought fo what it contained. He could see the stars overhead, a million pinpoints of white lights.

He lay on his back watching them.

They didn’t look like the stars back home.

But perhaps somewhere out there was Anin, and Chalan.

He smiled at the thought of his sister. Brave little Chalan wouldn’t give up in his place, she would crawl from the pit of despair and potentially conquer the universe while she was at it. 

She had been busy doing that since she was young.

He on the other hand, he was the spoiled son, he had never experienced what she had, had never felt the same of failure until now.

Perhaps it was the thought of his sister that shook him from his misery.Chalan knew what this was like, she had known it all her life, perhaps in metaphor rather than reality, but…. Well if she could do it, than why not him.

He wouldn’t die in this alley if he could help it.

If he was going to die somewhere, he was going to die where he could see the sky properly.

He adjusted himself and began to crawl again, his back leg dragging uselessly through the muck.

He wasn’t sure how long he crawled trying to find an open place in the city. He would not die until he saw the sky properly, and a part of him knew that in this city there was no proper view of the sky.

He laughted quietly to himself.

Guess that meant he coudnt die yet.

He leaned back against a wall staring up at the sliver of heaven through the building peaks.

A crunching of footsteps. He turned his head looked up to see a figure standing before him.

“What are you doing wallowing in the trash boy.”

His language sounded odd on the tongue of translation software.

“Trying to find the sky?” he muttered

He lifted his head, looked the human in the eye, her wide brown eyes narrowed.

“You sick or something.”

He shrugged.

She looked him over, her eyes falling on his leg. Her eyes softened “Well this ain’t no dignity for a warrior. Tell you what, let me call my boys in, and we will get you some sky.”

He turned his head cocked at her in incredulity, “But why, why would you do that….. For someone, you don’t know.”

She crossed her arms over her chest, 

“Because, everyone deserves a little dignity.”

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1. Planning and Preparation

a. Choose the Right Pool Kit

Types of Pool Kits:

Above-Ground Pools: Easy to install, affordable, and temporary.

In-Ground Pools: Permanent, customizable, and more durable.

Stock Tank Pools: Trendy, rustic, and simple to install.

Size and Shape: Consider your backyard space and intended use.

b. Select the Location

Flat Surface: Ensure the chosen area is level.

Sunlight Exposure: A sunny spot helps keep the water warm.

Accessibility: Close to water and electrical sources.

c. Gather Tools and Materials

Basic Tools: Shovel, tape measure, level, utility knife, screwdrivers.

Additional Materials: Sand or a pool pad for leveling, pool liner, pump, and filter.

2. Preparing the Site

a. Clear the Area

Remove Debris: Clear rocks, sticks, and other debris from the site.

Measure and Mark: Measure the pool dimensions and mark the area.

b. Level the Ground

Remove Grass: Dig out the grass within the marked area.

Leveling Sand: Spread a layer of sand to create a smooth, level base.

Use a Level: Check for evenness and adjust as needed.

3. Installing the Pool Kit

a. Assemble the Frame

Follow Instructions: Carefully follow the manufacturer’s assembly instructions.

Connect Parts: Assemble the pool frame and support structures.

b. Install the Pool Liner

Lay the Liner: Spread the liner evenly within the pool frame.

Smooth Out Wrinkles: Use your hands or a soft brush to smooth out wrinkles and bubbles.

Secure the Liner: Attach the liner to the pool frame as directed.

c. Fill the Pool

Add Water Gradually: Begin filling the pool slowly, smoothing out any remaining wrinkles.

Check the Liner: Ensure the liner remains properly positioned and free of air pockets.

4. Setting Up the Filtration System

a. Install the Pump and Filter

Position the Pump: Place the pump on a stable, level surface near the pool.

Connect Hoses: Attach hoses from the pool to the pump and filter system.

Prime the Pump: Follow instructions to prime the pump and ensure proper water flow.

b. Check for Leaks

Inspect Connections: Check all hose connections and seals for leaks.

Tighten as Needed: Ensure all connections are secure and tight.

5. Final Touches and Safety Measures

a. Add Safety Features

Ladders and Steps: Install sturdy ladders or steps for safe entry and exit.

Pool Cover: Use a cover to keep the pool clean and safe when not in use.

Fencing: Consider installing a fence around the pool area for added safety.

b. Enhance Your Pool Area

Decking: Add a wooden or composite deck around the pool for a polished look.

Seating and Shade: Arrange comfortable seating and shade options like umbrellas or pergolas.

Lighting: Install poolside lighting for evening use and ambiance.

6. Pool Maintenance Tips

a. Regular Cleaning

Skim Daily: Remove leaves and debris with a skimmer.

Vacuum Weekly: Use a pool vacuum to clean the bottom and sides.

b. Monitor Water Chemistry

Test Water: Check pH, chlorine, and alkalinity levels regularly.

Adjust Chemicals: Add necessary chemicals to maintain balanced water.

c. Filtration System Maintenance

Clean Filters: Regularly clean or replace filters to ensure efficient operation.

Inspect Equipment: Periodically check the pump and hoses for wear and tear.

Enjoying Your New Pool

a. Plan Fun Activities

Pool Games: Organize games like volleyball, water polo, or float races.

Relaxation: Set up float loungers and poolside chairs for relaxation.

Pool Parties: Host pool parties with friends and family to make the most of your new pool.

By following this guide, you can do your DIY pool kit installation successfully and create a stylish, refreshing retreat in your own backyard. Regular maintenance and a few safety precautions will ensure you enjoy your pool all summer long.

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Just a little content in these trying times

It’s just audition tapes. A big chunk of it you guys have actually made yourselves that I just wrote over in hopes of them flowing together a bit more. So yeah, credit to the creators of each character! Hope you find these fun!

The scene is set in a luxurious bedroom decked out in pinks. A brunette sits at a vanity with her back facing the camera, twisting a final lock of hair around a curling iron. When she frees it, it falls just above the collar of her white T-shirt. She twists around and flashes a glossy smile. “Pardon me for not being completely ready.” She began, smoothing out her denim skirt as she got closer to the camera.

“I noticed too late that my hair wasn’t perfect, and I can’t have that.” She bounced one lock near her face. “My name is Amelia Delaney. Daughter of Johnathon Delaney. He’s not well-known outside of our town, but he owned quite the successful department store in our local mall.” Her expression falters into a distant gaze for a brief moment, but she snaps out of it in a second. “I say ‘owned’ as unfortunately, my dear old father was killed in a robbery gone wrong not long-”

A car door slammed in the background, and Amelia’s face changed to hollow shock. “Umm… and his passing left me alone with my elder sister, Melissa, who’s only pleasure in life must come from seeing me miserable.” A second, closer slam could be heard next, and Amelia cringed with a whispered swear. She made a swift move toward the camera. “And that’s why I need the money. I have to get away from her please I’m losing my mind.” She said in one breath before turning off the camera.

*III*

A beep sounded off, assumingly letting the auditioner know the recording began, as the honey-blonde girl was looking away, leaning in what looked to be her closet doorway. Handmade steamers and folded paper animals littered the frame. “Alright, listen ‘ere, ‘n listen close.” She brought a blade up cooly, twirling it by the handle. “I know I ain’t the sharpest knife in the drawer-”

She froze. She let herself chuckle, and rolled her one exposed eye. She cocked her knife to the side. “...but I think it’s better if you pick me. Annabelle Dwight. For your sake.” She faced the camera lens, giving the blade a gentle lick. “It’ll hurt a lot more for you that way. I promise.”

*III*

Two girls sharing a shirt sat on a bed in the center of the video. One of the two flinched in surprise, as if she hadn’t expected the camera to begin recording, despite the fact that they were both staring at it. “Erm…” They glanced at each other. It was clear they were related, identical at that. The girl on the right attempted to perk up, her smile quavering. “Did you know that the average person is more likely to be hit by lightning twice than they are to ever meet a conjoined twin?”

“Not that we’re… uh, threatening anyone. Putting us on the show isn’t going to make anyone get struck by lightning.” The girl on the left tapped her fingers nervously. Her sister couldn’t keep up her facade any longer either, and deflated. The left one, the one with longer hair, spoke up again. “We’re really, really shy. We can barely be around people that aren’t from the orphanage. When we are… we fall into an act we’ve inadvertently made, a ‘creepy, conjoined sisters’ thing. We don’t mean to, but, like, it’d be a lie to say it hasn’t saved us a few times by some people who think they can get one over on us.”

“We’re pretty strong, all things considered, but at the end of the day we’re still a kind of crippled. The world is scary, so when we’re scared, we naturally try to make it think we’re scarier!” The shorter-haired sister said. “But it’s basically impossible to make friends like that, eheh. Not unless we’re in an enclosed space with the same people for a long time… like the orphanage.”

“Or an island!” The left exclaimed. “And with the oddballs that Total Drama attracts, we might even be able to get used to them faster than we ever have before! Erika and I- er, Avery, is my name- are really excited and hopeful for this opportunity-”

“So please, PLEEEASE consider us!! We all know we’d be good for ratings! Even if we don’t make past the first vote, you get views, and we had a chance!”

The sisters ended the video by begging ‘please’ until it cut off.

*III*

“Hi! My name is Cameron, and to prove I’m Total Drama material, I’m gonna summon satan.” A girl with plum purple hair in a bob cold-opened, the shot swinging as she was in the process of moving it where she needed. She placed it on a short patio table, the time being after sunset, the sky dim. A loud chatter shouted off-screen, indiscernible in video, but Cameron straightened so her head was out of the shot and yelled back, “It’s just for business, mom!”

She lowered down with a mischievous smile, ready to do something with the ouija board and candles set up on the ground. The harsh voice started up again, and Cameron groaned in irritation. She left the scene for a few moments, their voices going back and forth. She returned with a defeated sigh. “Okay, fine, I’m just gonna summon a normal, lame ghost I guess.”

She lit the candles and began to seat herself, but before she sat down her mother yelled once again, this time something about fire could be heard. “UGH, MOM!” Cameron shot to her feet. “I do this all the time! Why do you only care when I’m actually trying to show people-!?” She stomped away once more. Once that chatter ended, she came back and instantly plopped down in her spot with a huff. “Alright, okay. Here we go!” She closed her eyes. There was a pause, the lighting of the video going unnaturally dark. Her green, choppy bangs waved in a sudden big breeze. A content smile crossed her face, the film glitching at the edges. It switched to night vision just as a pair of legs clad in mom jeans materialized behind Cameron, hand on hips, and then the video cut out entirely.

*III*

A platinum blonde, choppy-haired boy clapped in the lens of the camera, pulling his hands away to reveal his panicked expression. “Total Drama! I’d be the perfect contestant for your new show! Or season! Whatever!” He awkwardly did half of some kinda hand gesture. “And I could just do something cool right now to convince you, but I’ve been ready for this my whole life. You’re about to see a compilation of me proving myself for years!” He leaned back a little, looking above the camera. “Thanks for making the montage, mom-”

The film abruptly switched to a shot of a flock of birds, pecking away at a green field of grass. A bush behind them rustled, and the blonde burst out. The birds erupted upwards, but after the curtain of wings cleared, the boy was triumphantly holding one in his hands. A swarm of beaks began to descend upon him before the scene changed.

The next clip started in the middle of the boy furiously arguing. The camera wasn’t initially focused on him, but started to come up behind him. “It was NOT a foul!! How would you know, I was on the field- you’re just some dumb referee! He kicked me first-!” After a turn, it was revealed that the person he was arguing about was a toddler, both of them with potato sacks pooled around their feet. It cut off when a woman came up beside the film taker to ask her to calm her son down.

A few more clips later, it returned to him as he was auditioning. “So that’s why you should pick Jackson!” He screeched. He brought his fist into view, clutching a lemon. He squeezed it with a battle cry, and a spray of lemon juice shot out in all directions. “AAUG-!!!”

*III*

A latina girl with long dark hair stands at a countertop, tapping a spoonful of dried jasmine flowers into a cup and pouring a stream of steaming water over them. She stirs it with a spoon before glancing at the camera with her dark eyes.

“Hello, Chris.” She begins, a haughty tone etching her words. “Starting another season, hm? And here I thought you’d run out of ideas. I mean, building an entire island after the last one sunk? I don’t know how you’ll top that.”

The girl leans forward on her elbows, letting go of the spoon. It continued to stir around the cup as if guided by an invisible third hand. “But let me get to the point: you need new contestants to traumatize. And lucky for you, I’m going to step into that role.” She straightened, waving her hand in the air. The spoon stopped as a cupboard opened on its own, a box of cookies tumbling out and floating over to her. She opens the top as it rests itself on the counter, taking out a cookie to dunk in her tea. “Now, I can’t promise that I’ll start fights with the other contestants, but I will… work a little magic.”

She chuckled, nibbling at her snack. “Something to really blow them all away. I’ll see you there.” She waved lightly with her free hand, sending the film off with a snap.

*III*

“Okay… alright.” A pasty young adult said as they fidgeted. Their pink eyes darted nervously behind their glasses, but held a determination to them. “Hey there. You gotta pick me, Jupiter! Know why!?” They jolted about, picking up a med’s kit into the frame. “Who else can patch up a kid’s leg one-two-three STAT! Eh?” They chuckled under their quavering breath, the kit shaking in their hands. “Ehhhh?” They let out an involuntary sigh, dropping the white box.

“A-and between me and you…” Their eyes flicked about with purpose this time. “I need to be the one to get this money. I- I need my mom to think-” They sighed with a pleading laugh. “I just want… okay, okay, listen my bro,” They clasped their vibrating hands together and looked into the lens. “C’mon man, please?”

*III*

A pink-clad teenager sat on her bed in a pastel room, the wall behind her adorned with heart-shaped decorations, pressed flowers, and pictures of the Greek coast. She gave a short wave with her ebony hand. “Hello. My name is Marina. I am fifteen years old. I am applying to be considered as a competitor in the newest season of Total Drama.” She stated one-after-the-other, smiling and getting to the point with each thing she said. 

“I am a great team player. I always play fair, no matter who I’m up against. And if I win, I would like to have my Sweet Sixteen in Greece.” She finally let herself get a little off track, her eyes trailing to the side. “I mean… my sister, Stella, would be upset that I didn’t put the money towards our Quinceañera… but I’m sure she’ll understand. Eventually.”

Marina perked up as a door opened off screen. She watches someone get closer to the camera, until another girl’s face is right in front of it, completely blocking the shot of Marina. “Oh, hey Stella. I thought you were outside picking berries?” Her voice said.

“No berries.” The newcomer stated.

“No berries? What about oranges?” Marina suggested.

“Yeah.” The face turned towards her sister.

“Yeah? You want to go pick oranges? We can make orange cake.”

“Yeah!” She moved away, revealing the auditioner once again.

“Okay, let’s go pick some oranges.” Her eyes followed Stella out of her room. She stood up towards the camera, picking it up to her level. “Well, that’s all the time I have. Pick me! Um- please. Thank you.”

*III*

An auditorium is already applauding when the tape begins, a girl in a bright blue hijab coming up to center-stage to take an impressive-looking award.

It cuts to the same girl at a field, standing on her hands and looking forward. Her legs bend backwards but her feet stay placed about her head, with no help beyond her own strength and flexibility. She holds a bow and an arrow with her toes, only showing her strain once or twice, but nowhere near enough to break her steely demeanor while doing such a feat. She pulls back the string with one leg, and releases it. The camera follows the arrow through the air until it sticks its landing just above the bullseye on a target a few yards away.

The scene cuts again to the young woman, now in a completely different outfit and addressing the camera herself. “My name is Nadine, and I’m a winner. As a competitive acrobatic, you know I don’t go for easy wins. Your game show is in a similar boat, but I intend to accomplish it with just as much ease. Observe.” She turns and picks up a new bow ‘n arrow, flicking a lighter and catching the arrow head on fire. She got in the position from earlier, and began to draw back the string. On its way, however, it nicked her head scarf and left a flame- and with the way her eyes widened, she definitely wasn’t oblivious to it.

*III*

“Is this thing even on?” A girl with bright green hair pulled back with a bandana muttered to herself. Her tongue was sticking out as she messed with it, until finally noticing the blinking red light. “Oh! Okay!” She jumped back, revealing that she was standing in a kitchen, dressed in a pink apron. “Hi, I really want to be on Total Drama! I’m really cool and super strong and I bake awesome cookies-”

She reaches for a pan on the counter in front of her bare-handed, and begins to hold up her freshly baked cookies for the camera. Utter pain shoots across her face as she drops the pan, screaming. A bang makes her shout again, pulling up a reddening leg that must have gotten hit by the hot pan.

“OW OW OW!” She chants, hopping around one-footed. “Ugh, I’m so stupid-”

The hopping jostled the camera. The shot suddenly became a blur as it fell to the ground, shattering the lens.

“Oh, dangit!!”

She shuffles towards it on her knees, her chin just cut off. “Uhh… My name is Paulie, by the way-” It cut to black on its own.

*III*

“-But I have my audition tape right here-” The video was trained on a fully clothed boy standing in his room, but the person filming moved the camera around wildly. They briefly settled on a shot of a roll of sticky tape on a desk that the auditioner was gesturing to. “Why are you filming-? To prove that it’s mine-?”

An irritated growl sounded out of frame. “That’s not going to get you into the show, Roger!” There was a quick pan between the boy and a windowpane on the next wall, then back to him. “Show them what you can do or you aren’t going to be picked!”

“What are you talking about!? I want to be on it if YOU want me to be on it, but I already told you I’m not cut out for it! They aren’t going to like me any more than anyone else does!” Roger argued.

A hand materialized from behind the camera and lightly clutched the cloth on his shoulder. “You need to win the MONEY, dunce! They’ll pick you once they see your tricks- now jump out the window!”

The boy gasped in shock, despair filling his eyes. “I can’t believe- you finally want me d- dead…” He whimpered. He tore away and went to pout on his bed. “Leave me alone, then…”

Presumably his sibling yelled in frustration, shaking the camera. “Fine! I’ll just follow you around until you accidentally do something…” They griped before switching off the video.

*III*

Not much can be seen at first except for a silhouette leaning forward, framed by the orange light of a campfire. A flashlight flicks on, and the tall girl in front of it can be seen in full color, plus a few trees of the nighttime forest around her.

“Howdy!” The girl says sweetly and boldly. “The name’s Rosie! I saw your little TV show on forever ago, and I’d like to camp with y’all!” 

She gets to her knees and reaches into a backpack mostly offscreen. “I can do all kinds ‘a knots, I can do them backwards, sideways, inside-out, blindfolded-” She twisted the rope around as needed then tossed it aside. “I can hike to the top of a mountain in a day, swim upstream in a thunderstorm, and know every single berry by heart!” She reached into her pockets and pulled out two handfuls of small blue berries.

“Right now, here’s a little test. Which one do you eat?” In a moment, she flung both behind her. “Neither!” She shouted proudly. “If you snacked on a pokeberry OR a nightshade, you’d be dead in a heartbeat!”

She placed a hand on her chest, grinning wide. “I love to camp. ‘Makes me feel alive.”

She glared at the camera without warning. Her eyes darkened. “”Pity some folk don’t properly enjoy it. I suppose I’ll have to weed those out.”

*III*

Bouncing up and down on her bed, a girl with a yellow ribbon in her hair greets the camera with a wide smile. Her yellow wall behind her was decorated in stars and displayed several pictures of macaroni art smothered in glitter. A light shadow near the frame moved away, the person behind it ready to begin. “Okay, it’s rolling now. Say hi, Stella.”

“Hi.” The latina girl ducked down a bit and gave an enthusiastic wave.

“So, Stella, can you tell the camera why you want to compete on Total Drama?”

Rather than answer, she waves again with no change in expression.

“Yes, hello Stella. Do you want to be on Total Drama?”

“Yeah!” She agrees gleefully.

“Why?”

“Yeah!”

The girl taping the audition giggles and tries a different approach. “Okay, if you won the million dollars, what would you do with it?”

Stella moved her eyes away as she pondered it, her grin stretching from ear to ear. “Party.”

“You want to have a party?” The other pressed.

“Quinceañera.” The auditioner specified. She closed her eyes, brought her hands up, and wiggled in her seat like she was dancing to music.

“That sounds like a great idea, Stella. Back to the show, are you a good team player?” The camera-girl asked. Stella agreed. “Yeah? And do you like to make friends?” Stella agreed again. “Okay, say goodbye to the camera.”

“Bye bye!” Stella slid off the bed as she said this, already wanting to see the playback.

*III*

Tony doesn’t GET an audition tape. I hate this man. I’ve been trying to think of an audition for him forever and it just. Ain’t. happening.

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MEET MARGO,

FULL NAME › Margo Colby AGE › twenty one GENDER › Cis female (She/Her/Hers) FROM › Ironton, Missouri RESIDENCE › Miracle Mine Mobile Home Park (Outskirts) OCCUPATION › Lifeguard at the Boot Hill Public Pool, Waitress at The Onion Ring NOW PLAYING › California Dreamin’ by The Mamas & The Papas

BIOGRAPHY,

trigger/content warnings: traumatic birth, disappearance

ii. honey girl.

         You left the womb with the umbilical chord wrapped like a scarf around your throat. That was the first time you learned how to fight, lungs the size of two acorns struggling to keep you alive. Father made his money in honey, decked out like an astronaut in his beekeeper’s suit. At three years old you had your first sting. The next time you made sure you ran faster. By five you could sprint up the length of two staircases and back thrice before the kettle had boiled. Fastest in your year at the egg and spoon race. Unbeatable at duck, duck, goose. At eight you met Emily.

         Your Achilles heel came in red hair and green eyes, a smile like butter wouldn’t melt, just moved from Minnesota ( the fall out of a broken home ) and willing to snatch your crown without so much as a blink of her pretty green eyes. Perhaps she was not so much your undoing as she was a thickening of your skin, a toughening of your bones, the fire in the pit of your stomach that made you want to push yourself harder. Spindly bones and wrists that would snap like sunflower stems soon gave way to corded muscle.

         You learned to ring your girlhood out like wet washing, see yourself as not a girl but rather a machine that could move, jump, sprint, flip, arch itself like the stance of a cat into something more than human. You were no longer sure if you wanted to beat Emily or be her, a freckled face overspilling into every thought when your feet beat the earth and your soles bled crimson. Three years later, you finally won, the resulting medal like a crown of laurel leaves on your dark head of hair, sweat dripping from your brow. Afterwards, she had pressed her lips to yours, hard and salty, her hands in your hair. You’ve been searching for that quicken of you breath ever since. That was the last time you saw her.

         Your mom skipped town when you were still in hand-me-down hockey shorts thieved from lost property, your heart too fickle for your father to decide if the investment in a sports kit was worth it. Settling had never been in her blood. She should have known that your restlessness wasn’t inherited from your father. At thirteen you try-out for the under-sixteens county tennis team. At fourteen, you rank first in your age group for women’s singles, a serve as powerful as your father’s voice and rallies that earn you small-town notoriety. By sixteen, your routine is airtight; wake, run, eat, swim, school, endurance training, tennis, field hockey. You fall into bed and wake feeling like you haven’t even slept, but this is what it takes to be a champion.

         It pays off. Your shelves are lined with trophies, though it’s never been the material winnings that grab you. It’s the words of affirmation, the pats on the back, the feeling of being hoisted into the air and heartily kissed in the communal showers. Gestures of affection that don’t mean much, but you’ll cling onto them with ever spark of your being. At seventeen, you start looking at colleges with outstanding sports programs. Money’s tight, with your dads income scarcely enough to keep up the rent on your Missouri trailer home, but the following summer honey prices soar after a European crisis renders more than half it’s imported honey impure, mixed with cheaper gelling agents. Though it sparks debate about your father’s company, work picks up, and financial aid helps. You’re accepted to college with a partially-funded sports scholarship. You follow a course in criminal justice out of little more than boredom, a thirst to know things. It looks better on a resume than sport science, at any rate, though sport consumes your time completely, studies half-arsed in the breaks between practise, textbooks poured over into the small hours of night.

         Being good has never been enough for you. You have to be the best, the fastest, the wittiest, and though people have often assumed you’re merely another pretty face in a crowd you’re determined to prove them wrong.

iii. the dream you chased.

         You can still remember the first time you saw her, choppy black hair and a laugh like a chiming bell. There was something magnetic in the way she seemed to cast her eyes over everyone with disinterest but lock for a heart-stopping moment on you, like she saw every dimple of your face, knew your secrets like the silk that draped her skin. You can still recall the way her eyes fell briefly to your jersey wet with sweat, football socks clotted to your shinbones with the blood of a grazed knee, and smiled before her stare skipped away like a skimmed stone, sinking into somewhere unreachable. Never in your life had you felt so utterly consumed, so completely seen by a single look, except with Emily, the memory of that last kiss still ripe on your mouth like the stain of pomegranate seed. Boys had come and gone to little effect but it was Emily who stayed in the ache of your womb, in the flicker of your eyelids and parted lips between linen sheets at night.

         It felt like you’d been chasing Emily for years, smoke you tried to catch in your hands, and now in a single smile you felt read again, your ribs cracked open and spilling with flowers before a girl who’s name you didn’t even know. You later learned to know her as Violet, a name that seemed too frail and reductive for a girl with such a wildness in her eyes. You grew used to seeing her at the side of the pitch, a tennis skirt and flared pom-poms, gemstones in bright lines along her cheekbones as you watched her leap, bend, break in a series of pyramid tosses, fingers arched around each others ankles with a grace you’d always fallen short of. Your body was a more feral kind of girlhood, a predator, an animal that came alive in anger-riddled instinct. Hers was the kind of grace the gods sung of.

         You remember the first time she used your given name, Margaret, each syllable fresh on her tongue and you wondered why you’d ever shortened it. It nestled itself there on her tongue and you never corrected her — you let that name become hers alone. For a while, perhaps, she considered the two of you friends, locking glances over fries at the waffle-house post practise, the cheerleaders in a glitter-gritted gaggle, you with mud on your knees and sweat on your cheeks wishing you were one of them but somehow feeling you were better ; the main event, not just a panty-hitching sideshow. Still, each game when half-time fell she was the one who draw your eyes, the only one you saw, tossed high above the others with her long legs and dark eyes. You wanted to eat her up.

         It wasn’t until the snow fell on the ground that you ever asked her for something more than half-hearted conversations about lectures and games, locker room abandoned by all except two. She said she’d seen the way you looked at her ( a pleasant glint in her smirk like it gave her a kick ) and that people talk. You’d said you didn’t care. She’d like that boldness in you. Three weeks later, you plucked up the courage to ask her for a kiss, not so much with words but with the way your hands raked through her hair after she trailed a finger along your collarbones, marking them hers. Her kiss was the only kiss, eclipsing all previous to it. You lost yourself in the curve of her mouth, hot like honey, and the fervour of the passion that grew in your stomach was enough to shock you. More. Your lips on her neck, hands bunching in her shirt. When she touched you, you cried like a wolf. The next time you tried to kiss her she laughed.

         That was when anger took the place of hope, shame overcast eagerness. Love turned into something brittle and in the place of want came obsession like the games she’d played with you, a fly in her web, only made you more desperate to catch her approval. She never gave it, though her stares continued, catching your eye from the top of a pyramid toss before you could look away, knowing your eyes would be on her. They always were. Soccer season ended and tennis took its place. The opportunities to see her grew thinner, eyes scanning the crowd in search of her, missing a serve, a pleated skirt thick with sweat before you’d even started running. You’d let her get under your skin, trapped inside like a tapeworm you couldn’t pull out. A poison that wept its way from your heart to your liver, finally infecting your brain.

          You’d drive past her house, watch the outline of her move in the window, pass it off as looking for a neighbouring address as you cruised by in the beaten-up hatchback your father had sold his buick to buy you. Said you needed it more. You lingered in hallways knowing her schedule better than your own, seethed with jealousy for the girls accompanying her to seminars, learned their names, their likes, their dislikes, and wonder why she’d chosen them over you. The morning of the day she went missing, Violet confronted you, hushed whispers, your faces close enough to see the gold flecks in her eyes when they flickered to your lips, close enough to kiss. Though she didn’t. Merely told you she’d seen you slinking about in the shadows like you thought you were invisible. That the others had seen it, too, and that despite your acclaim, talk would travel, talk could undo a person, you should grow up.

         That wasn’t the last time you saw her, though you leave that out of your statement, claim you were grabbing a burger king at the time of her disappearance though you’ve not touched them since you turned sixteen, believing them bad for your stamina. The trial drags on, your life on pause, so one night ( your father passed out on the settee after one too many beers ) you take the keys to the truck and drive until your eyes fall shut. Trucker parks. Service stations. Somehow, no matter how far you drive, the gas never seems to run out. It isn’t until you reach Boot Hill that you consider the notion of staying more than one night at all, but the name feels familiar, like a weathered page in a journal.

         Convenience. That’s what you tell yourself when you take a part-time job at the gas station to cover the motel rent. It’s a town so far off the beaten track that no one would even think to holler your name or ask about a girl who’s scarf you keep under your pillow. You still think about her at night when her face comes in flashes, laugh like a dropped coin, eyes that see more than they tell. Every few months, you use the library computer to read the papers back home. They still don’t know where she went. You’ve stopped torturing yourself trying to find the answer.

❝ if you get hungry enough, they say, you start eating your own heart. ❞

CENSUS,

FACECLAIM › Diana Silvers AUTHOR › Nora

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[a-wanderin-whirlybird]

Wailing Ghouls

X-Squad belongs to @taka-hardt. Ghost squad decides to save their brothers doing what they do best. Killing.

 Rider was quiet as he pulled the Jumper Ship outta Hyper-space. One hand gripped the wheel, the other  Comm unit. He pulled the modified ship into the Asteroid belt outside of the Objective, activated cloaking, and docked idly in the asteroids.

“Ouijia is prepped. Waiting signal within the Ring.” Rider hailed through the comm. On the other End Kiddy’s coded Morse Code beeped acknowledgement. Rider sighed. “Reaper K is standing by Captain.”

“Roger that, Horseman keep any eye on the readings.” Regal told Rider who nodded. Regal then turned to the small crew. Each wore the clothes of a Sith they had killed. Each set of clothes were procured from their first victims. Isabel and Millhouse had spent the last three months that Kiddy had been finishing his spy work perfecting the disguises. Millhouse even programmed holograms with matter displacement units to ensure that their appearances truly and fully changed.

Isabel was a Tortga Matriarch turned Sith commander. The woman had gonemad and eaten her own family when the Seperatists had tested a biological weapon in her home. Isabel now wore her clothes, and her face, and was practicing her growl.

Millhouse was a Mandalorian. No one spoke of that particular mission, there was no pleasure or relief at the end, just endless clean up from the Genocide that took place on that small moon. Millhouse had offed his vocal unit as the man never once spoke.

Mighty was trying to steady himself as he adjusted the stained cloak. Mighty wore the form of a Naotolan doctor who had taken sick pleasure in toying with nature. His favorite subjects had been Force sensitive children abandoned by family and friends. Mighty was already practicing his laugh and the way in which he twirled the rusted Scalpel.

Regal was a Nabooian decked out in black robes and silver jewels. The man thought himself a God of Sith and sought so much. He had fallen quickly.

Finally Rider, no one could pinpoint exactly what species he was supposed to be now. The Sith had been so horribly disfigured that no one knew who they had been before. But they were a ghost that had been destroying and tearing apart ships while they flew through Hyperspeed. Now the Air ways were clear.

Regal nodded to the crew.

“Be ready. We engage the moment we get word from Kiddy. Reapers Reap the unfit!”

“Leave nothing but Ghosts!” The squad shouted as they readied for the party.

 It didn’t take long For Kiddy’s signal to come. Krell had entered the building and the data confirming the false decommissioning of X-Squad had reached Kamino. Though much of the data was altered. Kiddy stood before the ‘Debriefing’ Rooms, specifically his Twin’s own room. He had just finished prepping the room for… well. A ‘Debrief’ of his own. Kiddy schooled his expression, donning a replica of his twins armor sans helmet. He had hoped that takng his Twin’s appearance might ease things along. And oh had it. Scare tactics were fun when done right.

Kiddy moved towards the barracks, sneaking along a snaking course that held no security. As he moved he passed various explosive devices, which he disposed of with ease. No need to deactivate them, just toss em in the trash. Trash fires were a good distraction. Kiddy then took to the vents, moving towards the rendezvous point above the command center.

 Regal was silent, his squad’s hands all flew with ease and silence as they signed their orders. They had touched down on the planet surface in a stolen Sith vessel and Krell awaited them in the hangar.

“It is an honor my lords and, your Divine Highness.” Krell said, his voice shaking as he bowed. Isabel snarled.

“Heuhheuh! Far better on your knees than in a ditch. Stand and speak with me worthy Priest.” Regal hissed, his voice rising into his nose to make a perfect copy of the dead bastard’s voice. Krell rose and looked sheepish.

“H-here? My Lord, a thousand pardons but, this is hardly the space for your eminence.”

“Oh I assure you it is not.” Regal hissed, sweeping behind Krell and running a long nail over the Jedi’s chin. Krell quivered at the almost sexual nature of the advance. His eyes stayed fixed on Regal who sent a silent sign disguised as another touch upon the larger man’s face. With Krell focused on Regal and Isabel snarling and snapping around, he did not notice Mighty and Rider silently walk back into the base. “But, I do not wish to be far from the ship. I assume you have this… Wretched blemish ready to blow?”

“Of course my Lord! Yes!”

“Good. Now on your performance…”

 Rider and Mighty stalked the halls of the base. It was decrepit and molding, Mighty had to resist hissing as they walked down to the Command center. Kiddy had confirmed the Squad’s position in the Barracks. They weren’t suspicious and were heavily injured. As such it was advised that Mighty brought a Proper med kit not a ‘Proper’ med kit. Which Mighty did but he needed to prep the Sedative before they moved. With Regal and Isabel distracting Krell, he would have enough time to finish the job. He also planned to lace a few antibacterial medications into the sedative to assist in healing the squad. Mighty assumed they had wounds as infected as Karmeleon’s.

“Here.” Rider’s disguised voice whispered into Mighty’s ear and Mighty had to resist falling back into a flashback.

“Yessss.” Mighty hissed. Keeping character was important as Kiddy always said. The two turned into the Command center, only relaxing once the door hissed shut and the lights of the security system blinked out.

“Millhouse is enroute.” Kiddy stated. His usual drawl gone. He held to the shadows, but his eyes glowed fierce and wild. The only sign that this was Kiddy and not Karmeleon.

“Good, now I want you to head to the barracks in 30. Shortly after, Rider go meet Regal and ensure that the target is distracted. Millhouse will remain to assist.” Mighty stated moving the false Tentacles out of his face. He hated this fucking form but it would remain on until the 3rd phase had been completed.

Mighty set out his ingredients and equipment, and began the sedative prep. He didn’t acknowledge Kiddy leaving or Millhouse entering. He kept working until his Comms crackled to life after the sedatives had been complete and passed to Shirley to get to the needed locations.

“Phase 2 is a go. Meet at rendezvous.”

 “M-My performance?” Krell muttered back in the Hangar Bay. Regal gave a sweeping nod, onyx and silver jewelry glinting as he moved.

“Indeed. Those tasks we entrusted to you.” Regal sang, Isabel growled.

“Failure!” Isabel hissed snapping her mouth, drool pooled on the floor. “Weak link. Better food.”

“Now now, Likiana dear.” Regal cooed, Krell was shaking mouth opening and closing like a fish as Isabel practically crawled around Krell. Regal swept around him again the two circled the nervous Jedi like predators. “Keep your temper. He can still redeem himself.”

“My Lord please! I did everything you asked and then some!”

“Indeed. And it is that ‘And then some’ that has me so… disgusted. We expect you to do exactly what we say. Nothing more, nothing less. You do however, have a chance to redeem yourself.”

“Anything my lord! I’ll do it.” Krell begged falling to his knees.

“Good, now. You haven’t informed your, toys, of their decommissioning have you?”

“No, as you commanded.”

“Alert the Captain. But only him. Then I will grace you with my presence in the Command Center in an hour with your sabers. I will retire to my ship with the rest of my Attendants until your hour is up. I wish to see those… things as they leave to die.”

“Of course My Lord! Thank you! I shall not let you down!” Regal grabbed Krells face, bloodshot eyes meeting Krell’s own glowing yellow. Regal leaned into Krell, a hand running down his chest as he whispered.

“You better not, My Apprentice.” Regal then swept back to the ship, Isabel hot on his heels. “Go along Krell, the clock is ticking!”

 Isabel watched Krell scurry off from the ship, spitting out the small pills that made so much drool.

“Ugh. Target is gone. Kiddy, report. Where is the Target?” Isabel called over the comms.

“Target just went towards the barracks. Millhouse reports that the sedative is ready.”

“Roger, sending message to Mighty. Phase 2 is a go.” Isabel said. Right as she shut down the comm she heard Regal’s voice over the comms as he stood up beside her.

“Phase 2 is a go. Meet at rendezvous.”

 Mighty, Rider, Isabel, Millhouse and Regal were standing in the hangar, the lights were dimmed and the ship cloaked.. Mighty passed three syringes of sedatives to Millhouse who gave them to little Shirley. Shirley then took to the vents and Millhouse’s eyes glazed over.

“Mill’s in the system. I’ve got his eyes.” Rider claimed, hand landing on Millhouse’s shoulders.

“To positions. From Kiddy’s data the Captain should be here-“ As regal spoke Millhouse yanked Rider back into the shadows. Isabel, Mighty and Regal followed suit, with Isabel taking out the lights as the captain of X-Squad entered.  Silently the squad took to the rafters.

“Whose there?!” Captain Chrono called as Ghost squad descended. They surrounded the surprised and unarmed Clone and Mighty expertly administered the dose of sedative. Mighty then caught him and gently lowered him to the ground as Regal nodded.

“Move out. When will he gain some movement?”

“T-minus 1 minute.” Mighty hissed already moving to the barracks the rest of the squad hot on his tail.

“Good, secure our brothers and remove them to the ship. Kiddy will take the Target with myself.”

“Yes sir!” The squad hissed as they stepped into the Barracks.

All clones were out and in various states of injured. Mighty resisted the urge to hurl and scream. Kiddy sat next to one of them, designation Wire, and was just gently removing the Sedative.

“Are they secured?” Regal demanded Kiddy nodded.

“Best you hide, The Captain’s coming back.”

“K-“

“Not now Boss. Hide!” Kiddy hissed, Shoving Regal into the hall. The group moved out of sight right as the desperate captain entered the barracks they waited for an all clear.

 “Brother…. Karmeleon?” Chrono whispered as he fell under the weight of the sedative. Kiddy caught the Captain and nodded. He gently placed the captain down and watched silently as the sedative took full effect the rest of the squad moving from hazy half awake to complete black out. Then he whistled.

Regal came back.

“They were still half awake yeah? Wasn’t gonna let em think my Twinsie had gone evil. The others at least could see the bright eyes. Captain didn’t get the chance to.” Regal simply nodded.

“Right Phase 2 is complete, begin phase 3. Karmeleon.” Regal winced as he gave the wrong designation to his dear brother. “With me. We have a low life to deal with.”

“Yes sir.”

 Krell waited in the Command center. His Sabers were out on the holo table and he paced as the doors creaked open and Regal swept in.

“My Lord! Y-your early! I hope my performance was satisfactory?” Krell asked, Regal turned up his nose and sneered.

“I am not to judge of such a weak display. No it is his job to do so. My dear, I leave the floor to you.” Regal then swept aside allowing Kiddy to step in. Krell’s eyes bugged out.

“WH-what is this?! It can’t be!”

“Miss me General?” Kiddy spat, false blood pooled in between his teeth. Kiddy was down to his Blacks, the injuries Krell had last seen on Karmeleon were visible and bleeding, but Kiddy’s skin was ghostly white.

“M-m-my Lord?! What is this?”

“Hmm, an apparition of your failure. You surely did disappoint me, Thus your own failure shall be your undoing.”

“What do you mean?” Krell begged, moving for his lightsabers only to grasp empty air.

“Oh? Looking for thessssse? Mighty hissed almost appearing out of thin air. Krell yelped as Mighty held up the Sabers his disguise’s vicious smile widening and melting. Krell screamed.

“Oh dear General! No need to be afraid. Only terrified.” Kiddy whispered by Krell’s ear. The asshole, couldn’t take anymore and promptly fainted.

“Ugh. Truly a coward.” Mighty spat his voice returning to normal.

“Indeed.” Regal growled. “Kiddy, you can handle the prisoner while we secure our Brothers yes?”

“Yeah. I got his new home all set up.”

“Then my dear Ghosts, let the final phase begin.”

 Kiddy sat tucked in Kar’s ‘Debriefing room’ it had been his best haunt the whole three months. Anytime Krell entered he would see the ‘ghost’ of Karmeleon and he would flip. The scare tactics had started to loosen his security. Millhouse had pulled out all the stops for his disguise. You couldn’t tell the difference between Kiddy and Kar at all now. And that how Kiddy wanted it. That bastard was going to suffer and the last thing he was going to see was Kiddy and Kar.

Though Kar was back at base still recovering from another round of surgery. Kiddy didn’t doubt that the others in the squad would be out for sometime as well. Mighty had been busy trying to figure why Kar kept passing out from lack of oxygen when his airways had been clear. But that was on hold right now, they had a mission and Kiddy’s mission was out cold and strapped down to the table before him.

“Reaper 3 Targets are clear, Horseman has made the jump. Stage three begins.” Kiddy sneered down at the unconscious Krell AS Regal’s voice sputtered over comms.

“Roger Poltrguist. Target secured. Beginning next phase.”

“Hey! Leave some for us Kid~” Millhouse’s voice sang over the comms and Kiddy laughed.

“Of course my dear! Why would I leave you out of this?” Kiddy chuckled as Krell tensed, coming around to consciousness. “We’re in the fun room my dear~ come join us for a game.”

Kiddy then turned to Krell, his grin massive as he twirled a baton in his hands.

“My my~ what do we have here? No no! Don’t speak.” Kiddy slammed the baton into Krell’s throat reveling in the sputters and gasps as his airways bruised. “All I want are screams my Dear General~”

“Y-you can’t be! X-376 has been missing for months! W-wait…” Kiddy’s form flickered as he jaded the Baton into Krell’s eyes. He then steadied the illusion and laughed.

“Aw, Dear General. Did you miss me so much after killing me? Look at you! You pissed yourself you’re so excited!” Kiddy sang as Krell whimpered.

The door creaked open.

“Oh! Good! You’re here sister!” Kiddy sang as Isabel walked in. And she walked in as Isabel not some sith, she was in her full armor. A brilliant shining white with Bright blue highlights, the helmet itself was a particular work of art that Isabel prided herself on.

Isabel had designed their armor. One of the perks of having a Jedi willing to listen to you. (It was a known fact in Ghost squad that if you wanted WIndu to listen you said that Yoda disapproved of it, or that Palpatine didn’t want it to happen. Windu would listen and consider actual reason at that point. Seemed that contrarianism best blind faith.)

But Isabel made the armor to make statements. Each one was the same color scheme, Shining brilliant white and Blinding blue highlights. The color only made the forms look more ethereal.  The armor itself was less plated and more fabric like. It moved and flowed semi-freely but could deflect damage with ease. On each set were various designs. Isabel’s had strong mythical figures woven in a tapestry of their great deeds for example. Millhouse had inventors. Regal had Leaders, Rider had The stars. Kiddy had trinkets and pockets, he never wore armor. And the helmets! The helmets were less bulky than standard and rather than a visor they had eyes that glowed the same blue as the highlights. It made them look ethereal and deadly.

Krell gasped from his position on the wall.

“C-Clones!?”

“Oh dear. Brother, I thought this one would be smarter than an Endorian Halvs Fungus, not stupider.” Isabel hissed, taking her time.

“Ha! If this bastard had any intelligence he wouldn’t have gotten caught here!” Millhouse spat entering the room with Regal and Mighty, his eyes were still glazed, likely recording the coming incident and a hand on Regal. Mighty walked up, his armor was covered in plants and scratches. His bag was tossed aside as he removed his gloves and helmet. His burning amber eyes met Krell’s and he spat.

“Over Fed, soft texture to the skin, no sign of any past abrasions. A coward if I ever saw one. Not surprised that he wanted to join the Sith. Fucker. Now let’s see… Ah!” Mighty pulled out a small pump like device and began to prep it. “This may take a bit to prep so don’t do anything that requires the Necromance Pump till it’s ready!”

“Of course Doc, we want this to last.” Regal sneered. He pulled out a machete and passed it to Kiddy.

“Would you like to go first my dear?” Kiddy giggled.

“Oh my Brother, I have my own ideas, but I need that pump working.  So you may go first.” Kiddy bowed and stepped aside.

“You! Do you know who you are messing with?!” Krell demanded pulling at his bonds. Regal laughed as Isabel crouched down, her earlier disguise shimmered into existence and out again. Krell’s face dropped.

“Oh we know all about you. Honestly its disgusting that you even managed to get away with such atrocities. But considering we still exist and only two Jedi know of us, not that surprised.” Millhouse hissed. “The damned Gremlin probably knew about it but did nothing cause the Force ‘said so’.”

“What do you- AGH!” Krell screamed as Isabel dug the Machete into his ribs.  Mighty hissed.

“Iz! Don’t hit anything important yet!”

“He was talking to much. Like he was some Hot shit.” Isabel spat, withdrawing the Machete. “Besides, you already hooked him up.”

“False hope is more fun.” Mighty said as he stood up. “Alright, Karmeleon?”

No response. Mighty sighed.

“Right right, X-376?” Kiddy turned to him. “The floor is yours.”

Kiddy laughed and stepped forward. In his hands large steel rings gleaned. He gestured to the others.

“Do you really want to see this? It won’t be pretty.” Kiddy smirked, letting the scars fade away for a second. Krell shuddered as confusion mingled with fear.

“I’ll hold guard.” Millhouse said, with Regal and Isabel silently left with him leaving Kiddy and Mighty alone with Krell.

Kiddy moved up to Krell and started to affixe the large rings to his arms and legs. Mighty watched and said nothing the two worked silently for sometime until.

“You know. Doc here found out somethin’ real interesting. So most races, they go into shock if you cause to much damage to it. So, removing someone’s spine or nervous system will kill em instantly. But, if you mix Some chemicals with Adrenaline you can keep them alive, awake and alert so long as the chemicals are being pumped through their system.

Kiddy clicked another ring into place. Tiny needles broke skin each time he did so and green lights blinked.

“That little pump there, it has that chemical cocktail in it. You won’t be able to die, or escape the pain until it’s all gone. And well, that will be in about oh, 3 hours.”

“Why? Why do you do this? You’re a clone! You are meant to obey! Answer me X-376!” Krell shouted as the last ring was affixed to his neck. Kiddy grinned opting to drop what little disguise he had.

“Yer talkin’ about my Twinsie there Fucko.” Kiddy hissed, the blacks dropping away to reveal his usual civies clothes. Krell gasped and then screamed as Kiddy pulled out a detonator and pressed the button.  The needles in the ring shot into Krell’s body. The rings then began to spin and move up and down, tightening and loosening. Krell’s screams filled the empty base and Kiddy sneered as he shut down the device.

“Pulse Rings. Nasty pieces of work we confiscated during a different mission. Those Sith sure do know how to kill a man ya know?” Kiddy sneered. As Mighty started moving the rings elsewhere. Blood spilled out to the floor with bits and pieces of flesh and organs slopped to the floor. The Necromance Pump whirred to life and a thick black smoke filled the gashes.

“Oh good, yer still with us!” Kiddy laughed. “Right ready for round two?”

“Who?” Krell hissed through the pain. Kiddy snorted.

“No one, but Ghosts.”

  A few days later, Kiddy stood outside the Med Bay. Mighty had cleared the X-squad to move into their new quarters on base. It was one big barrack for them to share, very comfy and very central. Regal insisted on that, so that they could better protect their brothers. Kiddy sighed, and turned back to his own quarters.

Opening up his door he smiled as Karmeleon blinked vaguely in the light.

“Easy Twinsie. Yer brother’s are being released soon. Ya wanna go join em?” And as Karmeleon nodded slowly, Kiddy couldn’t help but smile.