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thetravelingtyper · 11 months ago

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Our Shattered Heart Interlude (Part 2.50) JP (GN! 'Heart' Reader x Taskforce 141)

Loading Track 2 - Gimme Gimme Gimme (A Man After Midnight) by Abba (Johnathan Price One Shot). Called to base to finish up paperwork, you and your Captain spend some time together.

Warning: Possible OOC, Suggestive Content, fluff

Part 1, Part 2, Part 2.25, Part 2.75 Masterlist

Half-past twelve

And I'm watching the late show in my flat all alone

How I hate to spend the evening on my own

Autumn winds

Blowing outside the window as I look around the room

And it makes me so depressed to see the gloom

It was dark on base by the time you got there. Price had called you to base to discuss some things with Laswell, trying to close up the intel work before you got back into missions. In common clothes, you padded into the rec room. The few people who were awake gave you nods and then went back to their activities. You felt good being back on base, even if it was just for the night.

You made it to your room around 11:00 pm. Johnny and Kyle had wanted to come back to base with you but Simon pulled them into intel work. You smile, you and Simon had fallen asleep in your bed and the man for once slept heavily, past your 9 am alarm and through your call with Price.

There's not a soul out there

No one to hear my prayer

Soft words passed his mouth every once in a while causing you to giggle quietly. Price questioned you.

“Simon is asleep John.” The man on the other side of the phone chuckled, he turned in his work to lean back against his chair. He was happy he realized then. With you, his Lieutenant, Laswell for assigning this mission, hell even the intel for a moment. Your rushing out that night just cemented the boys' attachment to and claim of your heart.

“That's good, can you come to base tonight love? I want to finish up some work with you here.”

You hum an affirmative and John lets you go, waiting eagerly for you to arrive.

You are sorting through stuff when there is a knock at your door. You open it to find a Corporal, a woman a little younger than you, who had served a few missions under your command. She holds a bouquet with a Welcome Back! Ribbon and a bag. You cock your head but she gives you a hesitant smile before offering you the flowers. You then smile and step aside, inviting her in.

“Corporal Jennings.”

She eyes your room in wonder, knives (clearly) from the famous lieutenant are embedded in a target board. There are other souvenirs from your service both in America and with the 141. Truth be told, she thought you were one of the favorite Sergeants on base. When she heard about your injury she was worried but word got out you were returning soon, her friend had sent a message that night that Heart had returned so she was quick to bring something.

You go to your joined bathroom with Gaz and fill a vase with water. Returning, you find Jennings waiting by the table nervously. You nod to her to sit down.

“I don’t bite Corporal, I promise.” At that she exhales with a stuttered laugh, the tension finally draining from her body. You set the flowers at the center of the table, you take a seat across from her, and speak.

“How can I help you, Jennings?”

“You can call me Amanda, Sergeant,” she says “if you like!” You nod to her. You are happy she is comfortable with you. You enforce command when leading troops but comradery is important to you.

“Have you eaten?” She asks then. You shake your head and she excitedly pulls out some food. The smell emanates throughout the room and you take it in. There is a subtle spice that has your mouth watering.

“I heard you might be back today so I made some curry. I remembered you ordering some after the last mission.” She says it shyly and offers you one of two containers. You nod a smile quirking on your face as you take the container opening it to find a generous portion of rice and homemade curry.

She opens her own and offers you a spoon which you take with a hearty thanks. You take a bite and are in heaven. You hum a delightful note and Amanda smiles, her eyes brightening in a way. You smiled, she was really pretty but you shook the thought from your head.

“This is wonderful!”

“It is my wife’s recipe!”

You look at her nodding your pleasure.

“She's lucky to have you.” You say. It reminded you of Kyle’s cooking. The man often would cook for the five of you on missions.

Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight

Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away?

Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight

Take me through the darkness to the break of the day

She smiles brightly at the statement. She seems to think a moment before nodding.

“Thanks to you! The first mission I ran under you when you first came she and I met. It was you who partnered us together!”

You thought for a moment then it hit you! On that mission, you had paired Amanda with a dark-haired woman named Corporal Smith. The two had been eyeing each other and when they talked they got along swimmingly. You return her smile.

“I remember.” You say and she nods.

“It's been a few months and I have never been happier.” She says with a fond sigh, hand reaching to her dog tags to show you a silver and gold ring. You nod in appreciation and congratulate her.

Movie stars

Find the end of the rainbow with a fortune to win

It's so different from the world I'm living in

Tired of TV

I open the window and I gaze into the night

But there's nothing there to see, no one in sight

You spend most of the following hour just talking and enjoying her company. But as 12 soon hits she yawns and you pause the conversation.

“Time for bed?” You ask humor lacing your voice.

Amanda nods, collecting the empty container before standing. She gives another glance around your room, then sees a photo of you and the 141. She approaches it and examines it with a soft, knowing look. She then turns to you with that look.

“You and them huh?” She smiles, eyebrows raising in suggestion while you are put on the spot. However surprised, you don't sense anything but acceptance from her and you smile.

“Something like that.” Is all you manage while she nods.

“I understand, I am happy for you Sergeant!” She says it then turns to the door. You walk her to the door of your room and offer her a side hug. She takes it happily before opening the door and leaving with a fond ‘good night Sergeant.’

There's not a soul out there

No one to hear my prayer

You stretch, wondering where your captain was, he had mentioned getting you. You admire the flowers. Sunflowers, a sign of loyalty, and yellow roses, meaning friendship. The smell of them is sweet as you take a sunflower and lay down in bed staring at the ceiling.

Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight

Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away?

Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight

Take me through the darkness to the break of the day

You hadn’t realized you'd dozed off until there was a knock at your door. You open your eyes, slip out of bed, and to the door, sunflower still in hand. You open the door to find Price. You open the door and step aside for him to enter but he just stares down at your hand, eyes tracing the golden orange hue of the sunflower. His eyes then scan your room, seeing the chairs moved and the bouquet.

Your eyes follow his and there is a sudden pit in your stomach when he wordlessly steps in and closes your door. He then looks down at you, eyes swirling. You reach for him but he grabs your hand instead, his other gently going to the small of your back to pull you closer. He leans into your ear.

“Who was here.” His voice is even, quiet. He wasn't happy but his feelings were more controlled than Simon's. You tuck your head against his chest and answer him.

“Corporal Jennings John, don’t worry she is married.” You look up to him, he holds you close for a second longer before pulling away. His fingers take the sunflower, eyes looking from it to you. He then walks over to the table returning the flower to the others. He then turns back to you.

“Can you work tonight or do we need to sleep.” He asks eyes taking in your room. You shake your head, a little shy with him in your room.

“I can work tonight.”

He nods and then notices your bag. He reaches for and shoulders it.

“Come on dear.”

He leads you out of the room, softly shutting your door and passing down the hall. You walk in comfortable silence before reaching his office. He unlocks the door and allows you to enter the familiar space. Locking the door behind him he offers you his shower. You nod and enter the connected bedroom.

Captain Price’s room is neat, expectidly, and like yours, there are little bits of him scattered around. You drop your guard here smiling at the photos of you and the others next to his bed. He enters after you, setting your stuff on the couch at the other end of the room. He then noticed you in Simon’s shirt. You had taken one and tied it up after Simon and the boys left, finding the cotton and smell of him comforting. You approach your bag and ruffle through your stuff, grabbing a toiletries bag and letting John show you the bathroom.

As you shower John takes a seat in his office. His eyes catch the transfer forms and he frowns something rearing in his chest.

Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight

John sat with a glass of Brandy as Simon lounged in a chair across from him. You, Gaz, and Soap were back at the apartment running sources while Ghost slipped away to tackle the real threat, your transfer.

Laswell had put him in contact with someone in America Marine intelligence, where your intel was being shared. The man had regarded Price with high honor after all the 141 had done.

“What can I do for you, Captain.” John stands, and Simon, looks up, unmasked.

“Please call me John. It’s about Sergeant Heart.”

The line goes quiet then he gives an affirmative, listening.

“I want them to remain on the task force,” John says like an order and the line is quiet.

“Their intel has been invaluable but the orders are coming from higher up than I can reach.”

John grits his teeth. The other man seems to sense it and returns with a quick,

“I understand, Laswell explained the situation, John. She has saved my ass so many times, I will see what I can do. I’ll be in touch.” With that the line ends and John’s tense shoulders draw back a little bit.

Simon stands up and rounds the desk, he pulls John in for a steady kiss. Parting Simon speaks,

“Have some faith in Laswell, Captain.”

Price’s thoughts are interrupted by you entering the office in shorts and a sleep shirt. His eyes take in your legs with a light. He shuffles the transfer form under the stack, eyes meeting yours. Your hair is wet and skin dewy from your skincare and the steam from the shower. He turns to some of the intel forms from the village and you both sit down and begin to work in silence.

There's not a soul out there

No one to hear my prayer

The clock reaches an early 4:23 am when John looks up from his work studying your focused face. He calls your name softly and you look up. The moment reminds you of other nights and you stand. You turn to the coffee machine and start to habitually make tea. The moment hits John then. When had he realized he loved you?

A moment like this, he thinks with a fond smile. He stands as you soon bring two glasses of Chamomile tea, his lightly sweetened like he likes it. He takes it from you but sets it and your glass aside. You cock your head at him but he takes you and turns you around to sit you on the desk. Your head comes up to about his shoulder and he then leans into you his hands bracing on either side of you.

You take in his face, between your wild night and now he had shaved. You run a hand over the remaining stubble and John’s eyes darken.

“I love you.” It is you who whispers it like a guarded secret and John's heart hammers in his chest.

“Love, I -” He hadn’t expected it, but steps between your legs and finally kisses you. The kiss is sweet, his hands reaching into your hair. You hook your arms around his neck deepening the kiss. You both part breathless before a soulful laugh leaves your lips and you tuck into John’s neck inhaling the smell of smoke and his cologne. Many late nights you wanted nothing more than to embrace him and now here you were.

His mind drifts back to the transfer and his hold on you tightens. He runs a hand down your body and over your leg, you rumble at the contact.

“Is this ok Love?” John asks as his right hand sits on your thigh, you nod against his chest, cherishing the contact. His hand spreads out engulfing your thigh and he holds himself up with his left.

“Pretty thing.” He mutters it into your shoulder, the sleep shirt exposes some of your neck and collarbone. John brushes a kiss there as you wrap your arms around him. He can almost feel your sleepiness as he chuckles.

“Come on Lovie.” His hands brace under your thighs before he gently lifts you and carries you against his chest into his bedroom. His ability to swipe you up does something to you, and you press an appreciative kiss to his neck. He groans, settling you down on the edge of the bed and kneeling in front of you. He fondly your jaw as you pull your head back. You look at him with half-lidded but mirthful eyes.

“See something you like.” His head turns down towards you a sharpish look in his eye. He is humored but aware of your effect on him.

“Watch it.” He warns half-heartedly, but you instead choose to trace your hand up the arms that hold yours feeling his muscle flex under your touch. He looks at you longingly and pulls back to stand up, your eyes following then widening as John removes his shirt. You take him in as he runs a hand through his hair. He wears his dog tags, the metal gleaming in the lamplight. But it is his form that catches your eye. Not unlike all of the men Price has muscle, abs etched into his skin but it is the body fat that has you sighing appreciatively. You run a hand to his chest as John’s eyes glitter in the low light. You want to drown in them.

Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight

Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away?

Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight

Take me through the darkness to the break of the day

John’s control is legendary, with rage, sorrow, or jealousy. But the sight of you in his bed works its way through him and his heart. Your eyes softly on him he surges forward and meets your lips in a heated kiss. You move backward as he stands then joins you on the bed. His knee goes between your thighs as he traces open-mouthed kisses to the side of your mouth and down your jaw.

“John,” his name comes out as a whisper and it only fuels the fire in the pit of his stomach, he nips then at your jaw, smirking when you gasp underneath him. He parts from you with a breathy, deep laugh.

“Always imagined you ending up here.” You blush at his comment before a smart smirk, You wrap your arms around his neck and yank him down, and he stumbles falling onto your body. You press a heated kiss to his neck then bite, John curses under his breath. Arousal pooling, he feels you kiss the hollow of his neck tenderly before you tuck your head underneath his. John rolls you both over onto your sides. He pulls the covers up and wraps an arm around you. You look up into his eyes to find him with the softest look you have ever seen from him.

He kisses the side of your head then murmurs into your ear,

“I love you too dear.”

Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight

Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away?

Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight

Take me through the darkness to the break of the day

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simping-for-kamski · 3 months ago

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The Heist - Chapter 30

Yes, after 11 months of hiatus, this fic is getting finished! Uploading chapter 30/33!

“We have to go,” Amanda suddenly urged them again. “Markus and his people have reached Belle-Isle and taken down a part of the power grid. I’m connected to the Jericho network; deviants are being ordered to assault MacArthur bridge as a diversion, but there are also reports of US military troops closing in.” “Then we have to split,” Connor said. “Markus needs an inside man in the tower. It’ll be me.” He turned to Eli. “Destroy me and print a new Connor. It’s the only way. We have to act fast.” Eli gasped audibly. “No! I-I won’t! I’ve lost you too many times! There’s got to be another way!” “Unless you coded an emergency exit into this house…” Connor gestured at Hank’s place with a dismissive look at the broken window, and shook his head. He set his attention on their host. “Do it, Hank. You’ve done it before, just make sure the bullet’s in the chamber.” “Connor, I…” Hank groaned. “I can’t. Not now that I know what you are… I’m sorry.”

Read it on Ao3!

Summary: Markus led a victorious uprising against the humans, Detroit is being evacuated, and machine Connor deviated at long last. But what's become of the atom bomb that hasn't been detonated (yet) and who gave it to Jericho?

Read from the start (@regencypoet i hope bus traffic is slow lol)

#detroit become human #dbh #dbh fanart #dbh connor #connor rk800 #elijah kamski #dbh elijah kamski #dbh chloe #chloe rt600 #dbh hank #hank anderson #dbh fanfic #the heist

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spiderpinata · 26 days ago

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here's some more gals from Luna's class that haven't shown up in comics yet.

Rutabega Philomath

a science freak with delusions of godhood, believes herself to be beloved by all, generally disliked. Considers Maple her arch rival (the feeling is not returned)

Laura Palmier

A mysterious entity dwelling in the dark depths of the forest, she seems to be an important figure in a mysterious and sinister cult. Also she's a girl scout in Aria's troop.

Amanda Truffle

A popular streamer who adores Luna and loves following after mysteries and rumors. Has a heavy admiration for sensationalism. Due to Dystopia being closed off from the rest of the world, channels like hers offer the outside world a rare, biased glimpse of this mysterious city.

#oc #comic #girls #art #lunalesser

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is-the-battlemech-cool-or-not · 3 months ago

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Savannah "Fursona" Cameron

Savannah Cameron’s story starts with the death of the Star League.

Her great-grandfather, Richard Cameron, was the final First Lord of that immense interstellar state that had united more of humanity under one banner than any before it. Unfortunately, due to the machinations of one man, Stefan Amaris, all that would be for naught. Amaris, like the rest of his family going back generations, despised the Star League for slights committed against them, justified or not. So they began directing their entire state, their entire family, towards the goal of seizing the Star League for themselves. Stefan was the man who finally did so. On December 27, 2766, Amaris, after years of manipulating Richard into granting more and more power and influence to Stefan and the Rim Worlds Republic which he led, finally struck. His troops, stationed at every major installation across the core worlds of the Star League, overwhelmed Star League troops and took over or destroyed all communications stations across the core worlds. On Terra, in Unity City, just across Puget Sound from Seattle, Amaris, gathered with much of the Cameron family and dynasty in attendance, presented Richard Cameron with a Christmas gift – an ornate laser pistol.

And then Amaris shot Richard though the head.

Most of the Cameron family, gathered together as they were, were quick to follow, but in the chaos, two of Richard’s children, Amanda and Ian Cameron escaped from the massacre in the throne room by the actions of the royal bodyguards of the Royal Black Watch Regiment. One of these officers, Major Ian MacIntosh, would shepherd the pair of children off of Terra aboard the dropship SLS Abyss, which met up with the warship SLS Tripitz on the far side of the Moon. Taking a course out of the Terran system, the SLS Tripitz made it’s way to the Oort Cloud beyond Pluto, where the SLS Abyss parted ways with the surviving Camerons onboard, taking them to an asteroid habitat inhabited by Belters, spacefaring populations who remained largely autonomous from the Star League itself. While the Tripitz would jump out of the Terran system, and eventually find it’s own way into the history books, the surviving Cameron children laid low inside the Oort Cloud and the asteroid belt, the Usurper never knowing they were there the whole time.

Eventually taking the fake surname of Caruso to protect their identity, Amanda and Ian would live out their lives in obscurity. Ian would die in a shuttle accident, but Amanda would go on to marry and have a child of her own, and survive (thanks to the Belter’s incredible medical science and Terran citizens incredible average lifespan of 150) until the early 31st century. Her child would have a child of her own, one Savannah Elizabeth Jocasta Cameron. She lived among the Belters for her teenage years, her rebellious phase partly consisting of getting extensive genetic modification and modification to turn herself into an anthropomorphic wolf woman, one with an even more extended potential lifespan than average for Terran-descended Belters. Eventually finding life hiding in the Belt too boring, especially after countless hours of simulated training to be a MechWarrior, she set out on her own for the Rimward Periphery.

There, in 3021, she settled in the Aurigan Coalition, a small but quite stable Periphery nation. Impressing the commander of the realm’s royal guard, Savannah became an official bodyguard to High Lady Kamea Arano. It was in this position that she would bear witness to a similar betrayal, this time of the Arano family by their cousins, the Espinosas. With Savannah’s mentor killed, Kamea’s fate uncertain after her escape DropShip was shot down, and Savannah’s own ‘Mech damaged beyond repair, she ejected and blacked out.

When she came to, she was onboard the dropship of a small mercenary outfit, Markham’s Marauders. Their commander had come across Savannah’s unconscious body, and brought her aboard for medical attention. As she had nowhere else to go, Savannah accepted an offer to join the unit. By 3 years later, Markham had died in combat, and Savannah, already having risen to second in command based on her incredibly innate skill at piloting and fighting a BattleMech, was by default promoted to unit commander. Using the callsign she had been bestowed due to her anthropomorphic appearance as a badge of honor, Markham’s Marauders thus rebranded, and henceforth were known as Fursona’s Fusiliers. Ordering all ‘Mechs of the unit painted in the same near featureless chrome silver paintjob (a shade of silver that just so happened to match the silver Cameron Star logo of the Star League…). That same year, the Fusiliers were contacted by a mysterious individual claiming to work on behalf of the “Aurigan Restoration”. This mysterious individual turned out to be one High Lady Kamea Arano, who had in fact survived. She gave the Fusiliers the coordinates to a moon upon which lay an abandoned, extremely-advanced Star League era DropShip, the Argo. Clashing with and defeating the pirates who had claimed the vessel, the Fusiliers relaunched, refit, and repaired the Argo over the course of a few weeks, during which time, its extremely impressive nature came to light – it was designed as a colony support vessel, and thus had amenities unheard of on any other DropShip – a rotating ring of articulated gravity pods, and the ability to dock two DropShip to itself and “daisy chain” additional vessels through KF jumps chief among them, as well as the single most advanced and automated MechBay in the Inner Sphere, perhaps ever made anywhere.

Kamea Arano made an offer to the Fusiliers after the repairs to the Argo were complete – assist her in restoring her place on the throne of the Coalition, and in deposing the usurper Espinosas, and she would grant them full possession of the Argo, as well as provide them the means to pay off all their debts. Driven by a mixture of mercenary coin-lust and, in Savannah’s case, devotion to Kamea herself, the offer was accepted – and thus did the Fusiliers become the first and most prominent force to pledge themselves to the Aurigan Restoration. Kamea charged the Fusiliers with building their strength, and so the mercenary unit began recruitment and expansion. Two significant events occurred around this time, which would greatly influence not only the events of the Aurigan Civil War, but ultimately the course of human history.

Firstly, Savannah utilized significant amounts of hidden Cameron dynasty assets and capital to fund a massive materiel spending spree – the centerpiece of which was the acquisition of two ex-SLDF Colossus class military dropships – one of which was the SLS Abyss, the very vessel which shepherded her ancestors off of Terra several centuries earlier. After these and other acquisitions, the Fusiliers now possessed the capability to deploy up to 72 BattleMechs, 72 heavy combat vehicles, 18 Aerospace Fighters, and over 670 infantry troops into a combat zone – instantly catapulting the Fusiliers into the ranks of some of the largest and most capable mercenary forces in the Inner Sphere. However, finding enough ‘Mechs and MechWarriors to pilot them was now a major concern. It was here that the second event occurred.

A group of sixteen mysterious and aloof individuals – all of them speaking in strange ways and possessing both incredible charisma and skill in Mech piloting – approached the Fusiliers. Bringing with them a host of ‘Mechs which were either ancient Star League designs, or else seemingly entirely original designs that no one in the Fusiliers had never seen, these “Totem Warriors” were all, like Savannah, genetically engineered into anthropomorphic animal forms. All of them, however, possessed abilities which seemed much closer to those of super-soldiers than normal humans, and some of them were also impossibly muscular and strong as well. Outright refusing to discuss their origins, these Sixteen were nonetheless eagerly accepted into the Fusiliers, and quickly rose through the ranks to become the core of the mercenary units officer corps. Little did Savannah and the other Spheroids know that they had given shelter to the first Clan warrior to openly visit the Inner Sphere, nor that they were unknowingly the first Spheroids to encounter examples of superior Clan technology. With the recruitment of even more skilled, eclectic, and often downright eccentric personnel, the Fusiliers began their operations for the Restoration in earnest. Over the course of the next two years, the Fusiliers helped the Restoration take back planets, sabotage the newly renamed Aurigan Directorate, and push the Espinosa family to the brink of destruction. In between contracts for the Restoration, however, the Fusiliers ended up in all manner of flashpoints. These included assisting the legendary Morgan Kell in rescuing members of his Kell Hounds mercenary unit; multiple clandestine contracts for the Great Houses and major Periphery realms; acquiring an extremely advanced pseudo-AI from an abandoned Star League installation; and most famously, fighting and winning against the legendary MechWarriors Natasha Kerensky – a Wolf’s Dragoons commander who seemed quite familiar with the Totem Warriots – and the Bounty Hunter. Fighting in a three way battle for control over a derelict WarShip, the Dobrev, and the extremely advanced technology contained within, the spacer’s tales of the battle leave out the important detail that Natasha Kerensky and her Dragoons in fact agreed to fight alongside the Fusiliers, rather than against them. At the conclusion of the battle, the Dragoons were content with wiping what data remained on the Dobrev’s computers, while the ship herself was turned over to the Restoration, and her cargo became exclusive property of the Fusiliers. This included the Bull Shark, a never-before-seen assault ‘Mech which possessed technology which was so advanced as to be beyond even the capabilities of the old Star League. Claiming the ‘Mech for herself, the Bull Shark (unknown to the Spheroids involved, a product of the disgraced Clan Wolverine) would become Savannah’s iconic ‘Mech, which she kept and continues to pilot to the present day.

Forming a close association with several other mercenary units, including the later-famous command of the Neon Knights Mercenary Company, the Fusiliers continued their campaigns for the Restoration, and ultimately in 3026, finally retook the Aurigan capital world of Coromodir. The officers of the Fusiliers were each made Aurigan nobility of varying ranks as tribute for their assistance. Meanwhile, finally acting upon feelings that had growing for the both of them over the course of the campaign, Kamea Arano and Savannah Caruso would marry shortly after the conclusion of the Restoration War.

Never formally joining the armed forces of the Aurigan Coalition, the Fusiliers continued to pursue mercenary contracts of their own volition, though these contracts often aligned with Aurigan interests – helping hunt down Directorate remnants; escorting goodwill missions to the unaligned planets of the Fronc Reaches (and thus assisting in the steady expansion of the Coalition); and assisting the Coalition’s allies in the Magistracy of Canopus. This low-intensity state of affairs would largely persist – with the exception of a contract for the Federated Suns during what would come to be called the Fourth Succession War – until 3049. In that year, the Clans, the descendants of the old Star League’s self-exiled military forces, would finally return to the Inner Sphere – and it was not a peaceful return. Several of the Sixteen, guided (or perhaps misguided) by loyalty to their Clans, would take a leave of absence to assist their Clans. Thus fractured, the remaining Totem Warriors would spend the invasion on Coromodir, far from the fighting, while the bulk of the Fusiliers, Savannah included, would take on contracts to fight against the Clans.

After the Clan Invasion was halted in 3052, Savannah, by now a mother of six with Kamea, would take the Fusiliers into a period of relative calm – though they would take contracts during the FedCom Civil War, the next major period of activity for Savannah and her mercenaries would not come until 3067, and the launch of the Jihad by the fanatical Word of Blake, a religiously fundamentalist splinter of ComStar, the Inner Sphere’s sole interstellar communications organization. Rejoined by the Sixteen to fight as one against the apocalyptic threats of the Word, the Fusiliers would see action throughout the entire conflict under the aegis of Devlin Stone’s Coalition, ultimately fighting in the battle to retake Terra in 3079 – and thus coincidentally ensuring that the Sixteen became the first members of the Clans to place their feet upon the sacred soil of Terra, well before any others. With the end of the Jihad, the Fusiliers would take a rotating garrison contract on Terra under the direction of the newly created Republic of the Sphere.

Often likened to a “retirement” by many who studied the unit, the 51 year span of time between 3081 and 3132 was not in fact a complete stand down for the Fusiliers, but rather a period of extremely low intensity work. Savannah, now facing the prospect of potentially outliving her wife Kamea, spent more and more time with her wife, while the unit largely lived out relatively quiet lives. Kamea passed away from natural causes in 3129, after living to the age of 130, a significant lifespan for any in the Inner Sphere, much less the Periphery she called home. Savannah only had a few years to mourn Kamea before 3132 struck the Inner Sphere with ��Gray Monday” – the simultaneous destruction or disabling of some 80 percent of the entire interstellar communications network. This event kicked off what would come to be known informally as “the Dark Age”, a near 20 year period of warfare, betrayals, and machinations which saw Savannah and the Fusiliers fighting to preserve what remained of the Republic of the Sphere.

Ultimately in 3151 the Clans, having pushed further and further into the Inner Sphere, would finally land upon the soil of Terra, and begin a final battle for the fate of the Republic. Fighting with all their forces, including the Sixteen, on the side of the Republic, the Fusiliers would ultimately find themselves on the losing side. Thanks to the efforts of the Sixteen, the Fusiliers avoided the fate of many of the Republic’s armed forces, the indentured servitude of becoming bondsmen to the Clans.

Seeking to determine which of the two Clans who remained on Terra held the true title of ilClan (the most important Clan, to which all others would answer under a reformed Star League), Clans Jade Falcon and Wolf held the ilClan Trial almost immediately following the death of the Republic. This short but extremely violent conflict saw Savannah and most of the Fusiliers, save two (Melissa Hazen and Remus Kerensky, the Totem Warriors for Clans Jade Falcon and Wolf respectively), sit out the hostilities. With the victory of Clan Wolf and its ascension to ilClan, Remus Kerensky was able to petition the new First Lord of the Star League (and ilKhan of the Clans) Alaric Ward to release the Fusiliers from detention. Taking most of her forces with her, Savannah and the Fusiliers would begin taking contracts in the aftermath of the Dark Age. Little did Savannah know that barely two years later, she and her unit would be called back to Terra by Melissa Hazen, now the Commanding General of the newly resurrected Star League Defense Force, for a contract that would ultimately shape the Inner Sphere and beyond in ways yet unseen...

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Road To The Kingdom - Prelude and Contagion Comics

This post will focus on two short comics that were published around the first reboot film, Rise Of The Planet Of The Apes.

The first is a prelude comic with a story that the writers (Rick Jaffa and Amanda Silver) and director (Rupert Wyatt) always had in their minds for the film but had to be cut for time (they mention this in the DVD commentary and in interviews). Knowing how passionate they were about this piece of backstory for Caesar's origin, I'm very glad it was given life in this comic. It expands on the capture of Caesar's mother and her time in the GEN-SYS labs, scenes that are featured briefly in the opening of the film.

Director Wyatt and the writers have all said they thought it was important to show this backstory of Caesar's parents to demonstrate that, even prior to the drug that enhanced him as an unborn baby, his parents were above average apes. The comic shows a group of poachers following a troop of chimps, intent on capturing them to sell to laboratories for testing. Alpha, Caesar's father, is more intelligent than a regular chimpanzee, demonstrated in how he outsmarts the humans to keep his apes safe. He even lures them into a trap in order to kill several of them.

Likewise Caesar's mother, Bright Eyes... who is named Bright Eyes in the comic for her rare blue eyes which doesn't make sense since she was named that in the lab for the changed eyes Will's drug gives her and also she doesn't even have blue eyes in the opening scene of the movie but that's just bad continuity, I guess... Anyway, Bright Eyes is shown to be exceedingly compassionate to her troop, ensuring no one gets left behind as they flee the poachers and fiercely defending Alpha. Though it is very brief, it is nice to see the united front of Alpha and Bright Eyes that make up Caesar. Human drugs may have given him true intelligence, but Caesar's determination, loyalty, and compassion all came from his parents.

The rest of the comic arc shows Bright Eyes' time in the lab prior to giving birth. We see her intelligence grow to the point that she is able to escape from the lab on her own and return when she realizes she's far from her jungle home. There's a story of another lab ape named Burke who gets smart but decides to hide it, so he's retired to a sanctuary as a failed experiment and starts to plan his own escape. It's interesting to see the progression of the drug and its effect on the apes but the best part is getting to know Bright Eyes a bit better than her brief time in the film.

Shifting to Contagion, it is even shorter than the prelude comic as it was a one-shot set between Rise and Dawn. The focus of the comic is Ellie, the human in Dawn who is the love interest of Malcolm and the nurse who heals Cornelia. Her backstory is briefly mentioned in the movie but it is fleshed out here. We're shown the death of her daughter, Sarah, during the Simian Flu outbreak and her time with the CDC trying to find a vaccine. She ends up escaping the destruction of her lab with the help of a test chimp and the two go their separate ways (which makes me think an interesting story in this universe would be a human and an intelligent ape who actually successfully survive together but I guess that's what fanfics are for). Though very fast paced, that is the nature of a short one-shot comic. It does probably set the feeling of losing your daughter as the world falls apart around you, all happening in a very quick blur. Her time spent with the test apes and her rescue by the chimp Betty show her gentle nature that will have her seeking peace with Caesar's apes in the coming film.

Though these comics are short compared to the longer arcs that will be featured later, I like these stories for their background on two female characters, Bright Eyes and Ellie. While the original films had Zira as a main lead character, the female characters in the reboot series definitely suffer from being primarily love interests to the lead characters and not having much to do in the films. So it is nice to let Ellie and Bright Eyes have comic book expansions of their characters. Both of these stories have been hard to find in the past, as the prelude was online promotion for Rise that seems to be gone from the Net and Contagion was a San Diego Comic Con 2014 exclusive. However, they can now be found in the Planet of the Apes comic omnibus entitled After The Fall.

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#rise of the planet of the apes #dawn of the planet of the apes #planet of the apes #kingdom of the planet of the apes #war for the planet of the apes #war of the planet of the apes #reboot pota #pota #mine #prelude #comic #contagion #caesar #andy serkis #chimp #chimpanzee #bright eyes #alpha

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Tech as a father Chapter 34

Kamnioans are hard to understand I guess?

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Chapter 34: Unsure

Lama Su's confusion and suspicion only deepened as he discussed the situation with Gala Ta. They stood in a secluded corner of Tipoca City, far from prying ears. "Gala Ta, I don't understand," Lama Su began, his tone hushed. "If Master Pacem is the mother, why would she willingly accept the assistance of Clone Force 99? No mother would expose her child to such danger, especially not one born of a Jedi and a clone."

Gala Ta nodded, his eyes narrowed in contemplation. "It's indeed perplexing, Prime Minister. She's a healer, and Alma mentioned her shock when The Bad Batch arrived with an infant on a battlefield. It doesn't align with what we would expect if she were the mother." Lama Su tapped his chin in thought. "Continue monitoring the situation closely. I want to know everything about Clone Force 99's activities while assisting the Jedi. And keep an eye on Amanda Pacem's interactions with that child. If she is the mother, we must find a way to ensure her compliance with our objectives." Gala Ta acknowledged the order and went to carry out the prime minister's instructions, determined to uncover the truth behind Amanda Pacem's actions and her connection to the mysterious child known as Orion.

Lama Su couldn't help but feel a growing unease as he pondered the situation. Amanda Pacem's response had been unexpected, and it left him questioning if he had overlooked something in his investigation into Orion's parentage. He knew he needed to revaluate his approach.

After selecting the necessary troops for the relief mission and aid Lama Su called Gala Ta back into his office. The scientist entered with a cautious look on his face. "Gala Ta," Lama Su began, repeating his concerns "I believe there may be more to this situation than we initially thought. Amanda Pacem's acceptance of assistance and her lack of a strong reaction raise doubts."

Gala Ta nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "What should we do, Prime Minister?" Lama Su leaned back in his chair, deep in thought. "We must revisit our investigation into potential candidates for Orion's mother. There may be another, less obvious, candidate among the individuals we have interacted with over the years. We need to gather more information discreetly. And keep an eye on the ongoing situation."

Gala Ta acknowledged the order. "I will start by cross-referencing our records and logs to identify any other women who may have come into contact with Clone Force 99." Lama Su nodded in agreement. "And be discreet, Gala Ta. We must tread carefully, and ensure that no one, including the Jedi, becomes aware of our renewed efforts."

As Gala Ta left to begin his investigation, Lama Su couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Orion's origins than met the eye, and he was determined to uncover the truth. Later Lama Su approached Hunter with a sense of urgency. "Sergeant, I need you to prepare Clone Force 99 and the troopers accompanying you. We will be sending you to assist Master Pacem and her Padawan on their mission."

Hunter nodded, his expression determined. "Understood, Prime Minister. We'll be ready to deploy." Lama Su's voice lowered as he leaned in closer. "And about the child, Orion... Do you believe it would be safe for him to remain here in the care of the Kaminoans while you are away? We can provide him with the necessary support and monitoring."

Hunter's brow furrowed as he considered the question. "Tech's been taking care of him since the beginning. Leaving him here with Kaminoans... I'm not sure if that's the best option for the kid. It could confuse him, and Orion is pretty attached to us." Lama Su's eyes scrutinized Hunter's face, searching for any signs of deception. "Sergeant, we only want what's best for the child's well-being. If there are any concerns or risks, I need to know." Hunter hesitated for a moment before responding, "Tech has been doing a good job taking care of him, and we all did as said many times now. I think it's safer for Orion to remain with Clone Force 99."

Lama Su nodded, accepting Hunter's decision for now. "Very well, Sergeant. Please make the necessary preparations for your mission. Time is of the essence."

With that, Hunter left to gather his squad and ensure they were ready to assist Master Pacem and Alma on their mission to Callo, with little Orion remaining under Tech's care. He does spot Wrecker who still holds Orion with Amanda and Alma. And Tech simply standing close by, Hunter can only imagine how Tech’s emotions are in a whirlwind.

Chapter 35

Reblogs are very welcome and I am open for feedback, as english is not my first language, so maybe my sentences may be weird sometimes, or I write a word wrong even with google, or I use a wrong word for an item.

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I am getting better. Cough is nearly gone, ears are, well a topic for themself. But at least not off balance anymore.

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January 29, 2025

HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

JAN 30

In a conversation with Greg Sargent of the New Republic published today, writer Amanda Marcotte called out an important moment in White House press secretary Karoline Leavitt’s first press conference yesterday.

When a reporter noted that “[e]gg prices have skyrocketed since President Trump took office,” and asked “what specifically is he doing to lower those costs for Americans?” Leavitt answered: “Really glad you brought this up because there is a lot of reporting out there that is putting the onus on this White House for the increased cost of eggs. I would like to point out to each and every one of you that in 2024, when Joe Biden was in the Oval Office or upstairs in the residence sleeping, I’m not so sure, egg prices increased 65 percent in this country. We also have seen the cost of everything—not just eggs—bacon, groceries, gasoline, have increased because of the inflationary policies of the last administration.”

During his campaign for the presidency, Trump repeatedly attacked Biden for the post-pandemic inflation that afflicted the country, and promised to bring down “the price of everything.” Even before he took office, Trump had begun to walk back his promise, and J.D. Vance has also suggested price relief would “take a little bit of time.” Now coffee and egg prices are at an all-time high, and the administration’s solution is to attack Biden. No matter the incompetencies of the Trump presidency, Marcotte notes, it appears the answer will be: You might not like what we’re doing, but don’t you hate Democrats more?

President Richard Nixon’s team pioneered this strategy before the 1970 midterm elections to rally wavering Republicans around the president’s party. Nixon had won election with a promise that he would end the war in Vietnam honorably, but had, in fact, increased the U.S. presence there. By the end of 1969, with opposition mounting, he insisted that a “silent majority” agreed with his Vietnam policies. Then, at the end of April 1970, he told the American people that he had sent ground troops into Vietnam’s neighbor Cambodia. Protests led to the killing of four college students at Ohio’s Kent State University. Members of Nixon’s key demographic, middle-class white Americans, threatened to abandon him.

Nixon’s advisors urged him to win his voters back by attacking their opponents as lazy, dangerous, and un-American. They called their strategy “positive polarization” because it stoked the anger they needed voters to feel in order to show up to vote, a development they saw as positive. Patrick Buchanan wrote a memo to Nixon urging him to take much stronger control over the nation, to manipulate the media, and to go to war with his opponents, whom he considered illegitimate, warning: “[W]e are in a contest over the soul of the country now and the decision will not be some middle compromise—it will be their kind of society or ours.”

Nixon so internalized this advice that by 1972 he was willing to sabotage his Democratic opponent’s campaign in order to win, convinced that a Democratic victory would destroy America. He ended up having to resign when his participation in covering up the bugging of the Democratic National Convention’s headquarters at the Watergate Hotel surfaced, but in his 1980 presidential campaign, Ronald Reagan picked up the rhetorical technique of dividing the country in two.

In part, that depended on constructing a false world, claiming when challenged on his stories of government mismanagement that a “liberal media” was determined to undermine him. When voters elected him, Reagan began the dismantling of the post–World War II government that protected equality before the law, equal access to resources, and the right to have a say in government. Whenever it seemed that voters were turning against the Republicans’ policies, which moved $50 trillion from the bottom 90% to the top 1% between 1981 and 2021, Republicans doubled down on the idea that popular government programs were “socialist” or “Marxist,” designed to redistribute wealth from hardworking Americans to undeserving “liberals.”

By 2020, accompanying that rhetoric with voter suppression and a flood of money into Republican election war chests had made many Republican voters loyal to the party above the country. So convinced were they that the government was corrupt and that they were fighting a war for America that they were willing to die of Covid in order to “own the Libs.” And in 2021 they tried to overturn democracy in order to keep their leader in power.

Now, in 2025, the impulse simply to hurt Democrats no matter how badly such actions would hurt the country showed in a social media post today by Senator Tommy Tuberville (R-AL) that the Senate should confirm Trump’s deeply problematic nominee Robert F. Kennedy Jr. because “no Cabinet nominee could damage the political future of Democrats more than RFK.”

Kennedy is before the Senate Finance Committee today in confirmation hearings to head the Department of Health and Human Services, which oversees the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, the National Institutes of Health, the Centers for Medicare and Medicaid Services, and the Food and Drug Administration, among other agencies. Kennedy is a conspiracy theorist who opposes the vaccines that have slashed deadly illnesses in the U.S., and has attacked the institutions he would oversee; more than 18,000 physicians have signed a letter opposing his confirmation.

Yesterday, Kennedy’s cousin, Caroline Kennedy, broke her silence about him to write an open letter to senators. She warned that he “lacks any relevant government, financial, management, or medical experience” and, calling him a “predator,” warned that he has “gone on to misrepresent, lie and cheat his way through life.”

Forcing the Republican agenda by continuing to portray political opponents as dangerous to America because of wasteful spending and misguided priorities has reached cartoonish extremes. Trump has nonsensically claimed that thanks to him, the U.S. military has “TURNED ON THE WATER” in California, apparently misunderstanding that the Army Corps of Engineers had conducted maintenance on federal water pumps for three days and turned them back on when the maintenance was complete.

Yesterday, Leavitt claimed that the Trump administration tried to stop all foreign aid because Biden supposedly sent $50 million of condoms to Gaza and that the administration was just focusing on being “good stewards of tax dollars.” The story is simply false. The U.S. Agency for International Development spent about $7 million on condoms in 2023, the vast majority of which went to Africa through anti-AIDS programs; Trump’s first administration made similar investments.

At the same time they are portraying Democrats as wasteful and misguided, Trump and MAGA Republicans are claiming Democratic accomplishments for themselves. Last night, Trump claimed he had “just asked Elon Musk and [SpaceX] to ‘go get’ the 2 brave astronauts who have been virtually abandoned in space by the Biden Administration,” and Musk chipped in that it was “[t]errible that the Biden administration left them there so long.” In fact, as fact-checkers quickly noted, NASA says the astronauts whose damaged spaceship has returned to Earth are not stuck in space but are staffing the space station, and that a SpaceX capsule has been docked at the station since September in an arrangement made by the Biden administration to bring them back to Earth as soon as a new crew arrives.

True MAGA is buying the lies the administration is selling—Fox News Channel pundit Jesse Watters suggested Gazans were using condoms as balloons to float explosives into Israel—but it is possible Nixon’s system of polarization is reaching the end of its rope.

Key to Trump’s 2024 win was his insistence that violent crime was skyrocketing in the U.S.—in fact, it was plummeting—and he vowed to deport “criminal” migrants. Since he took office, a number of made-for-television sweeps have tried to demonstrate that he is making America safer. But his commutations and pardons of all the January 6 rioters convicted of crimes has made that a hard sell, especially as one is now wanted for soliciting sex with a minor and another has been killed by Indiana police for resisting arrest. In addition, Aaron Reichlin-Melnick of the American Immigration Council notes that Trump officials ordered prosecutors to divert resources away from truly dangerous drug traffickers to go after undocumented immigrants.

Those who believed Trump would not come for anyone but “criminals” are learning otherwise: NBC News reported on Monday that nearly half the migrants arrested in a Chicago sweep on Sunday either had nonviolent offenses or had committed no offense. While the Trump administration defends its sweeps by saying it considers anyone who has broken immigration law to be a criminal, being undocumented is in fact a civil offense, not a crime, and many of Trump’s supporters did not think he would make such general sweeps.

But the biggest wake-up call for those embracing the longtime language of polarization is that when Trump on Tuesday shut down all federal funding and grants to stop what he called the “Marxist” diversity, equity, and inclusion initiatives of the government, he was attacking virtually all Americans. The administration’s pause of all federal funding and grants until it could make sure “DEI” had been purged out of them cut everything from Meals on Wheels, a food delivery program for shut-ins, to education, local law enforcement, and the Medicaid on which programs for the elderly depend.

The outcry was so strong that today the Office of Management and Budget issued a memo to rescind its previous memo freezing all federal programs. But Leavitt immediately contradicted the apparent content of the new memo, saying the cuts were still in effect. Judd Legum of Popular Information noted that the plan seemed to be “to create as much chaos as possible.” That chaos keeps attention on the administration, and it appeared to be a way for the White House to upend lawsuits against the freeze. So far, that has not worked. U.S. District Judge John McConnell said he was inclined to grant a restraining order, noting that “the administration is acting with a distinction without a difference.”

The Trump administration’s cutting of the federal funding on which Americans depend in the name of opposition to “Marxism” and “DEI” contrasts spectacularly with its embrace of the world’s richest man, Elon Musk; the billionaires in Trump’s Cabinet; and the billionaires who have poured money into the Trump administration.

CNN’s Chris Isidore notes that government subsidies built Musk’s fortune and that he continues to receive government contracts worth billions of dollars. In addition to government contracts, Trump’s tax policy favors the very rich. On Monday, January 27, the Senate confirmed Trump’s nominee billionaire Scott Bessent for Treasury secretary. In his confirmation hearings, Bessent told the Senate that he believes extending the 2017 Trump tax cuts is “the single most important economic issue of the day…. If we do not fix these tax cuts, if we do not renew and extend, then we will be facing an economic calamity.”

Republicans identify the rapidly growing federal deficit as a crisis for which Democrats are to blame, but in fact, President Bill Clinton—with an assist from Republican president George H.W. Bush—eliminated the federal deficit in the 1990s. What threw the deficit into the red was the tax cuts and unfunded wars under George W. Bush, along with Trump’s 2017 Tax Cuts and Jobs Act, or TCJA, that disproportionately benefited the very wealthy and corporations. The U.S. Treasury estimates that extending the TCJA as is—Trump has mused on deeper cuts—would cost $4.2 trillion over the next ten years.

Slashing the federal funding that supports ordinary Americans will make it easier to fund federal contracts and further tax cuts for the wealthy. With that tradeoff so visible in 2025, will “owning the Libs” still be worth it?

Trump seemed to be worried that it might not be. This afternoon he threw red meat directly at the MAGA base with an announcement that he would be signing an executive order to open a 30,000-person-capacity migrant detention center at Guantanamo Bay to “detain the worst criminal illegal aliens threatening the American people.”

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Steve Brodner: Lying in State

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HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

January 29, 2025

Heather Cox Richardson

Jan 30, 2025

HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

#Steve Brodner #Heather Cox Richardson #Letters From An American #Federal Funding #Tax cuts #American political history #American History #Nixon #MAGA lies #demonizing democrats

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Congratulations to Amanda Westervelt! We are happy to announce that Amanda has accepted a promotion at PBEM. Here are the details from our director, Shad Ahmed:

I wanted to share some exciting news. Our own Amanda Westervelt—an attorney by training and an emergency manager at heart—rose to the top of a national open recruitment process and was selected for the recent Emergency Management Program Manager position at PBEM. A testament to her professional and personal dedication, Amanda began her time at PBEM as a NET volunteer, and leapt through the ranks, not only vertically, but also horizontally in roles across bureau programs. This required her to tackle new skills and program areas at every turn. She has yet to encounter a challenge she cannot navigate.

In this new role, she will join the PBEM Program Managers' team, as we continue supporting critical functions in an evolving mission. Most recently, she successfully helped conduct an exercise with over 70 partners from across federal, state, and local jurisdictions in an extremely short turnaround time. She is continuing to support the City's involvement in the national IronOR exercise, as well as taking on numerous other projects in areas such as the Duty Officer program and EOC operations.

Amanda's bio: Amanda Westervelt joined PBEM in 2021 after careers in biochemistry and then law, where she was the managing attorney for a satellite office of a multi-state firm. She grew up in rural Oklahoma, and ultimately moved to Portland in 2010, spending time at home to bring two beautiful children into the world and co-lead a very active Girl Scout troop. Amanda discovered emergency management through PBEM’s Neighborhood Emergency Team program and founded an advanced training event called NETCamp in 2019, the same year she joined the Oregon State Bar. When COVID hit, she was starting her own law firm, and pivoted instead to help run the Portland Mask Project and the NET Vaccine Access Project for PBEM and the Portland COVID response effort. Amanda has been certified as a hazardous materials technician, an EMT, and is currently a wilderness first responder and is certified to instruct a variety of first aid classes through HSI and emergency management classes through the State. Amanda has an undergraduate degree in biology from Cornell University, a juris doctor from Wake Forest University’s School of Law, and is working on her Master Exercise Practitioner credential from FEMA’s National Disaster and Emergency Management University.

Please join us in congratulating Amanda on her new role and please feel free to pass this message on!

#PBEM #leadership

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The Zone: Hard Target by James Rouch

The Zone 1 Hard Target by James Rouch

The Zone is a then-future war series set during World War III in the Zone, a stretch of Europe blighted by chemical, biological, and nuclear weapons. Interestingly it's not exactly post-apocalyptical, maybe more mid-apocalyptical.

A brief novel, we open with a tank battle, the middle has half the cast reconnoitering a refugee whorehouse while the others hang around, and ending with a raid on an underground tank garage.

The crew are a combined force of American and British troops fighting Russians in a hovertank called the Iron Cow. It's presumably written from the British point of view, or at least by a Brit, what with the US Armoured Infantry Division.

Like historical exploitation fiction, a lot of war fiction uses real life historical atrocities as a cover - "war is hell" and "that's the way it really was". Some of the more vicious stuff you get the feeling that the author, or the intended audience, have more of an attitude of "I wish I was in a war so I could do atrocities." The Zone is that kind of book.

The characters are similar to the Piccadilly Cowboy characters, ranging from amoral to psychopathic. They all have disdain for non-combatants and refugees and bemoan the fact that they can't mow them down. A good chunk of the text takes place in a whorehouse with descriptions of how diseased and disgusting the women are taking as much space as how horny the men get. I wonder if that's a particular British thing. I saw it in the Commander Amanda series, where they felt the need to counterbalance the sex scenes with shame and STDs. When the series was reissued around 2012 it was marketed as alternate history

Available from Amazon

#post apocalyptic #men's adventure #book review

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i would pay good money to see the conversation amanda and sarek had before she trooped off to this engagement thing on her own while he sat at home twiddling his vulcan thumbs.

#snw spoilers #snw #mostly bc i bet she had some choice words to say #a la that scene in disco where she wrecks him

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New Releases June 27, 2023

Delivery for You! by Teku Rin

Izumi Fukaya is a shut-in bachelor and part-timer whose only joy in life is seeing the handsome delivery worker who drops off his packages every day. Every time Ryouta Tsuchiya arrives with another delivery, the contents of the boxes are only half the excitement.

Determined to make himself “cooler” to match Tsuchiya, Fukaya has yet to realize that Tsuchiya already thinks he's the whole package — and they're both about to find out they already have everything they want right in front of them!

Meanwhile, Yuito Igarashi and Yuuta Natsume are in the prime of their college years but neither of them can seem to hit that final, all important youthful milestone: a girlfriend. Natsume struggles to even talk to the girls, and Igarashi's greatest talent is coming off as a creep. Maybe if they team up and put their heads together, they can come up with a solution to get over their single-life hurdles.

I Think I Turned My Childhood Friend Into a Girl vol. 3 by Azusa Banjo

When popular guy Mido gives a makeover to his anti-social childhood friend Hiura (a boy), he accidentally creates an incredibly beautiful “girl”! With the arrival of summer, Mido and Hiura are keeping busy with new uniforms and talk of love. But when the Photography Club invites them to the beach, Hiura is faced with a new dilemma—what kind of swimsuit should he wear now that he’s dressing as a girl?! It’s up to Mido to find a solution!

Obnoxious Hero-kun Omnibus by Amanda Rahimi (Amanduur) contains the complete uncensored series

His hair shines brighter than the sun, his smile is impossible to resist, and in order to talk to him, you’ll have to get past his harem of loving girlfriends. He’s Hiro, and he’s heartstoppingly perfect in every way.

But there’s one person who’s completely unimpressed with Hiro—Takashi, a sullen, dark-haired boy who has no friends. Why should Hiro care if Takashi doesn’t like him? He couldn’t care less about Takashi, and he’s definitely not staring a hole through the back of Takashi’s weirdly handsome head, or agonizing over Takashi’s surprisingly luscious lips.

So…why does Hiro find himself tied up in Takashi’s bed?

Otherside Picnic vol. 5 (manga) by Iori Miyazawa, Eita Mizuno, Shirakaba

Sorawo and Toriko head deep into the Otherside to save some old friends—none other than the American marines who wandered into Kisaragi Station and got stuck in what they call the Beyond!

The pair, dubbed "the girls" by the Okinawa base troops, hatch a plan to rescue the trapped soldiers. Will everyone make it out alive and unscathed? Or will the Otherside claim new victims along the way?

Shonen Note: Boy Soprano vol. 4 Yuhki Kamatani

The Kawami Higashi Middle School choir has won the district competition and is moving on to regionals, but the choir just isn't the same without Yutaka's soprano voice. In her eagerness to bring Yutaka back, Mariko must learn to speak for herself. Will she find a way to remind Yutaka of the joy of singing?

Superwomen in Love! Honey Trap and Rapid Rabbit vol. 5 by Sometime

FINAL VOLUME!

Superheroine Hayate and ex-villainess Honey Trap have successfully fought off an all-hands attack by the Antinoid officers and even confessed their love to each other! Hayate is now determined to find a way for humans and Antinoids to coexist, without defeating X. However, X decides that if she can’t win, everyone is going down with her! Can Hayate and Honey Trap save the day one last time?! The final volume of Superwomen in Love! Honey Trap and Rapid Rabbit!

There's No Freaking Way I'll Be Your Lover! Unless... vol. 2 by Teren Mikami, Musshu

The battle to decide whether Oduka Mai and Amaori Renako should be friends or lovers is heating up! But after their first kiss, Renako finds herself grappling with new emotions swirling around inside her. And how will the collateral damage from their love games affect their circle of friends? The outrageous rom-com hijinks continue in volume two!

Vampeerz: My Peer Vampires vol. 3 by Akili

A new vampire is in town, but whose side is she on? On the surface Khara appears to be a threat to Aria but this immortal appears to have motives that are not quite threatening.

Yuri Espoir vol. 4 by Mai Naoi

After finding out she is to be forced into an marriage of convenience as soon as she graduates high school, Kokoro sees her life ending before her eyes at her father's wishes. And so in her final year of high school, she decides to indulge in her love of other women, and create an incredible sketchbook of lesbian romance to leave behind as her legacy. As she observes the young women of her town, she learns more about their desires, their struggles, and the unpredictable whims of love.

#manga #new releases #queer manga #lgbt manga

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movies-to-add-to-your-tbw · 1 year ago

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Title: Batman Unlimited

Rating: NR

Director: Butch Lukic

Cast: Roger Craig Smith, Chris Diamantopoulos, Dana Snyder, Will Friedle, Charlie Schlatter, Yuri Lowenthal, John DiMaggio, Keith Szarabajka, Laura Bailey, Phil LaMarr, Richard Epcar, Alastair Duncan, Amanda Troop

Release year: 2015

Genres: action

Blurb: Gotham City is under siege by a series of bizarre crimes, and only the world’s greatest detective can unravel the mystery. The trail leads to none other than the Penguin and his Animilitia, an animal-inspired squad of villains including Silverback, Cheetah, Killer Croc, and the monstrous Man-Bat.

#batman unlimited #batman unlimited animal instincts #batman unlimited monster mayhem #batman unlimited mechs vs mutants #nr #butch lukic #roger craig smith #chris diamantopoulos #dana snyder #will friedle #charlie schlatter #2015 #action

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coochiequeens · 2 years ago

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Today for Women’s History Month we honor the birthday of Josephine Groves Holloway

Josephine Amanda Groves Holloway (March 10, 1898 – December 7, 1988) was an American woman who broke the color barrier for African-American girls to become involved in scouting in the state of Tennessee. In 1933 she began organizing unofficial scout groups, which were recognized in 1942, and eventually desegregated.

She was honored by Girl Scouts of the USA with the naming of Camp Holloway in 1955, and with the "Hidden Heroine" award in 1976.

Early life and education

Josephine Amanda Groves was born on March 10, 1898, in Cowpens, South Carolina. She was the seventh of ten children. Her parents were Emma Gray Groves and John Wesley Groves, a Methodist minister.[1]

She attended Fisk University, a historically black university in Nashville, Tennessee,[2] graduating in June 1923 with an A. B. Degree (a bachelor's). In 1926, Holloway obtained a second bachelor's degree at the Tennessee Agricultural & Industrial State College (now Tennessee State University).

Scouting career

After she graduated from Fisk University, Holloway began working in scouting for girls in 1923 at the Bethlehem Center, a social settlement house home to at-risk women and girls.[2][3] Upon marrying, however, she ceased working at the Bethlehem Center,[2] as she was forced to resign by the director who claimed that a married woman would not have time to fulfill her work obligations.[1]

When her eldest daughter turned six in 1933, Holloway petitioned the Nashville Girl Scout Council to create a new, segregated troop for African-American girls. They declined her request, saying that maintaining separate facilities would cost too much.[2] Holloway went ahead and started her own unofficial troop, and encouraged her friends to do the same.

By 1942, the number of African-American Girl Scout troops caused the Nashville Council to officially recognize them. In 1944, Holloway was hired by the Council to be a field advisor for the organization. In 1951, the Council began integrating black and white troops, a process that was completed in 1962 when they ceased maintaining a separate "Negro district". Holloway did not view the end of segregation as necessarily positive, however, stating that it reduced black girls' exposure to "examples of black strength and pride".[2] In 1963, Holloway retired from scouting.

Personal life

She married Guerney Holloway, a coworker from the Bethlehem Center on June 30, 1925 and had three daughters: Nareda Wenefred, Josephine Alzilee, and Weslia Juanita.

Death

Holloway died on December 7, 1988, at age ninety.

Honors and distinctions

In 1951, land was purchased by the Girl Scouts so that African-American girls would have a place to go to summer camp, as many state parks denied entrance to African Americans. In 1955, Camp Holloway was opened; as of 2016, it is still operational and open to all girl scouts.[4]

Holloway was the first African-American employed by the Girl Scouts in Middle Tennessee. In the 1976 celebration of the US bicentennial, she was given the "Hidden Heroine" award.[4] In 1991, the Girl Scout headquarters opened the Josephine G. Holloway Historical Collection and Gallery.

#Women’s History Month #USA #tennessee #Josephine Amanda Groves Holloway #March 10 1898 #Girl Scouts #Desegregation

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Celestial War: Chapter two

Another Chapter!

A scream ripped through the rundown hospital as Garmadon followed after Christopher.

“Cynder!” He yelped, skidding to a stop and looking back over his shoulder.

“Shit!” Christopher cried as he slammed his heels into the ground. “Give him here!”

“You can’t lift him!” Snapped Garmadon.

“I think I can move again!” Zane yelped.

“Don’t force yourself!” Garmadon looked at him.

“Shut up and go to her!” Zane hissed.

“Are you sure?” Chistopher asked.

“Just go!” Zane managed to squirm his way out of Garmadon’s grasp.

With a swift nod, Garmadon turned and ran down the hall.

“I hope Cynder is alright…” Zane whimpered, looking at his creator.

“Me too.” He nodded in agreement.

“Cynder!” Garmadon yowled, nearly slipping on an unknown liquid.

“What the hell?” The room was foggy, and the thick musty scent in the room made him gag.

“Cyns?” He managed to choke out. No reply. He squinted and walked further into the room.

When the fog began to clear, he gasped.

“Amanda!” He yelped, attempting to rush to her side. The moment his foot hit another puddle, his feet went out from underneath him.

He hissed as he caught himself, nearly bashing the front part of his head. When he looked up, nothing was on the wall. No Cynder wrapped in webs. Just dingy old wallpaper that was falling off slowly. The musty scent had dissipated.

Pushing himself to his feet, he looked around. He let out a light growl as a warning before rushing to the bed Cynder had been in last.

“Amanda!” He shook her. “Wake up!”

“Garmadon…?” She opened her eye, swatting his hands away. “What… What…?”

“Are you alright?” Garmadon swiftly asked.

“I’m fine…” Cynder murmured, closing her eye again.

“Cynder, why did you scream?” He shook her softly.

“Didn’t scream.” She groaned as she rolled onto her other side.

“Come on now… don’t lie.” He grumbled.

“Not lying. Didn’t scream.” She waved him off.

“You… Are you messing with me?” He asked.

“Seriously?” Cynder turned to face him. “I’m not fucking with you. I’m sorry for passing out on you, I wasn’t feeling well.”

“Cynder… you didn’t pass out on me? You were all wrapped in webs on the wall when I got in here!” He gave her a weird look.

“What the hell are you talking about?” She grunted as she sat up, smacking the hands that tried to lay her back.

“You shouldn’t be sitting up…” Garmadon sighed. “We must both be tired, I think we may be seeing things.” He rubbed the back of his neck.

“Don’t pull that shit on me.” Cynder snapped. “I know you’re hiding something!”

“I-I’m not hiding anything!” Garmadon yelped.

“Liar!” Cynder moved to get up.

“Alright, fine! If I tell you, will you lie back down?” Garmadon bit his lip.

“Fine.” Cynder nodded, stopping in her tracks and lying back.

“I saw you… all tied up in webs on the wall. Zane, Christopher and I all heard you scream.” He looked away from her, feeling guilt swelling in his chest.

“What the hell… All I know is I saw one of your shadows last night, at least I think it was yours.” She looked away from him.

“Cynder, I didn’t place any of my shadows on this floor.” Garmadon blinked.

“How odd. Are you sure it was me who you heard screaming?” She looked at him.

“Yes, I’m one hundred percent positive.” He mumbled.

“Shit.”

“What?”

“Then whatever is going on can turn into us or at least sound like us.”

“Fuck.”

“Exactly.”

“We need to figure out what’s around us then. I’d hate to move the troops again.” He sighed heavily.

“We might have to, even if it means temporarily splitting up. It’s better than everyone dying or getting hurt.” She grabbed his hand.

“Damn!” He yanked his hand back.

“What?!” She snapped.

“Your hands are cold!” He yelped, making her laugh. “Don’t laugh! Your hands are freezing! You feel like an ice cube!”

“Isn’t that better than me having a fever from infection?” Cynder asked, prompting Garmadon to touch her forehead.

“You still have a fever, dumbass.” He smirked.

“Yeah, fuckhead?” She smirked back as he leaned over her and stole a kiss. “So what are we going to do?”

“I’m going to talk with Wu, we can’t do much when our main fighters are either incredibly hurt, or away on missions. All we can do is try to find the issue.” Garmadon got up. Cynder snagged his arm before he could move away from the bed. “What’s wrong?”

“Stay, please. I want to cuddle.” She whined.

“Cynder… I need to talk to my brother.” He yanked his arm away.

“Just because you’re a demon, doesn’t mean you don’t need sleep, old man.” She grumbled, crossing her arms.

“I know I need to sleep. I’ll come back once I’ve talked things out with Wu, please get some more sleep. Something weird is going on around here.” Garmadon patted her head.

“I want to cuddle… You’re nice and warm. I’m freezing.” Cynder pouted.

“Cynder-”

“Fine. Go talk to your brother and ex-wife!” She huffed, immediately turning away from him.

“Cynder, don’t be like that.” He reached out, placing a hand to her shoulder. She smacked it off.

“No. You always do this, Garm. I love you and you… You never make time for me, then you go off on Zane, being all jealous when it’s you who isn’t making time for me.” She curled up, trying to warm herself.

Garmadon stood there for a moment or two, before sighing and crawling onto the bed.

“And who said you could join me now?” She huffed as he wrapped his arms around her.

“I did. You’re right… I don’t spend nearly as much time with you as I should. I nearly lost you and… and yet I’m so worried about everything else going on that I haven’t spent any time with you at all… I have no right to be jealous if I can’t make time to at least snuggle you for ten minutes.” Garmadon sighed.

Cynder wiggled, squirming slightly. She looked back at him as he pulled her waist up to his.

“You’re just saying that.” She squirmed more as he buried his face in her shoulder.

“No. I miss this.” He mumbled. His eyes felt so heavy. Why was he so much more tired now?

“I miss you too.” She chuckled lightly, turning around to face him. Moving made her body ache, and it made her want to scream, but she wanted to see his face. She needed to know if he was lying or not.

The tired smile he wore told her everything she needed to know. The bags underneath his red eyes made her chuckle.

“You’ve been up too long.” She kissed his cheek.

“Come on, none of that.” He smiled as he stole a kiss.

“Mmm, I’ve missed your kisses.” She purred.

“Maybe you’ll get more if you rest up and actually take care of yourself for once.”

“Such loud words from a man who usually doesn’t care for himself either.”

“Shut your mouth.” Garmadon laughed.

“Make me!” Cynder giggled.

With a roll of his eyes, Garmadon grabbed her chin and kissed her. In that moment, nothing else mattered. His chest ached as he had to pull away.

“I love you so much, I’m sorry if I’ve made you feel as though I don’t.” He held her close, thinking over the image of her on the wall. She hadn’t been moving. Nor breathing.

“I love you too… I know you love me, Garm, I just wish you’d spend more time with me. I know you’re busy, so I try not to hold it against you.” She lightly chuckled, before frowning. “What’s wrong?”

“What I saw earlier… You were dead. Hung up like some child’s art project on a fridge. It… it hurt to see. It hurts to think that you might be killed. I’ve been… taking for granted the fact that you love me and our time together. I need to spend more time with you.” He held her tightly, pulling her body to his to help warm her. She didn’t feel cold to the touch, she felt boiling, but he knew she felt cold. That’s all that mattered. She felt cold, and he wanted to help her feel warm again.

“You’re stupid. You think I’ll just let someone kill me? Garmadon, I love you and I desperately want to be with you. I want to be your wife one day. I can’t be your wife if I end up dying.” Cynder bluntly stated.

“Cynder-”

“No, I won’t die. Not until all this over, not until we’ve lived a full life together. I will see the end of this war. I started it, and I will finish it.”

Garmadon stared at her serious expression, placing his forehead to hers,

“Then I’ll do all I can to help support you.”

“You already do.” Cynder chuckled, stealing another kiss. “You send me to fight, you send me with people who know my skill level and can react properly. Zane and I work wonders in a fight. Lloyd too. The others are good fighters, but they don’t know how to match me like those two do.”

“That’s because they look for strengths and weaknesses in their partners and opponents.” Garmadon held her close, petting her slick hair, the greasy feeling made him cringe. “You need to shower. Desperately.”

“I need to wash my hair, I know. But it’s hard to do. Especially when running water is such a… commodity. Maybe I should cut it.” Cynder sighed, looking at her hair.

“You don’t have to. I’ll help you wash it. It won’t take as long if we both do it.” Garmadon smiled.

“I don’t want to waste water.” She mumbled.

“Cynder, I know you, you love your long hair.” He pet her head.

“Yeah, I do but that doesn’t change the fact that it’s hard to take care of. Besides, you think I’d look cute with short hair, don’t you?” She smiled a little, despite the ache in her chest.

“Even if I did, I know you love your long hair and it helps you feel close to your late brother. I know how much you miss him brushing your hair every night.” Garmadon sighed.

“Time change, and I’m not a little girl anymore. Even if I miss Henry, I’m not some child. I can’t keep having my hair yanked in battle.” Cynder pet her long hair.

“It’s your choice, if you so choose to cut your hair, then I will help you.” He pressed his forehead to hers. The warmth of her forehead made him frown, it worried him. “What a horrible infection.” He mumbled, his pupils flickered to slits before reverting to circles.

“You’re just figuring that out?” She blinked.

“I was worried it was attached to your soul, but no. It’s just a nasty infection in your body. I just… didn’t realize it was so ugly.” He held her close, letting her rest her head on his chest.

“It’s an infection. It wasn’t going to be pretty.” She giggled. “Let’s get some sleep.”

“You need to rest. I’ll sleep once I know you’re out.” Garmadon looked around the room, spotting Zane’s backpack and feeling guilt slip into his mind.

“You’re worried.” Cynder commented.

“Yeah, Zane wasn’t able to move for a while. I’m worried that we won’t be able to save him.” He sighed heavily.

“We’ll figure it out, I’m not just about to sit by and let my best friend die.” Cynder stated.

“You have a lot of faith in the fact we’ll be able to find a cure.” He fidgeted under her judgemental glare.

“There has to be one, Garm, and if I can’t find it… then I’ll summon Lord Death and make a deal. To end all this bloodshed, to end the people getting hurt.” Cynder grunted as Garmadon squeezed her.

“We’ll figure this out, I’m not about to lose you. You’re not making a deal with Lord Death, let that be a last resort… besides, how would you even summon him?”

“I… I don’t know. I’ll find a way.”

“Do you even think he’d help?”

“I don’t know, but I’m not about to let everyone die.”

Garmadon sighed, smiling a little at her resolve.

“You really are a jealous man.” Cynder chuckled and kissed him.

“Yes, yes I am. You’re mine, Cynder, I don’t like the thought of you dying to save Zane… or even me for that matter. I want you alive. I need you alive.” Garmadon’s cheeks were dusted with a light pink.

“Maybe once I’m feeling better, we can have some fun. Go on a little date. Like we used to. Even if it’s just us sitting and talking on the roof of the place, I want more time with you, Lord.”

“Oh god, please don’t call me by my first name.”

Cynder burst out laughing, smiling genuinely.

“By god, you’ll be the death of me!” Garmadon laughed with her, smiling.

“No way! God nor Death can have you!” Cynder giggled.

Garmadon gently pushed her head against his chest, his eyelids felt even heavier than they did before.

“Mmm, we don’t do this enough.” She commented, allowing him to put her head against him.

“We really don’t.” He nodded, nuzzling her.

“Good night, Garmadon.”

“Good night, Cynder.”

Garmadon struggled to keep his eyes from closing, watching Cynder. Once her eye was closed, he rested his head down and dozed off.

“Well this isn’t a sight you see everyday.” A chuckle came, waking Garmadon from his sleep.

“Let us sleep, Kai.” Garmadon grumbled.

“See! I told you, you were being too loud!” Snapped a female voice.

“Look who’s being loud now, Nya!” Kai snapped back.

“Can you both shut up?” Cynder grumbled, not bothering to open her eye.

“Op! We’re sorry to have woken you guys!” Nya yelped.

“I see you’re both back from your missions. Did you manage to get anything?” Garmadon asked, rubbing his eye with one hand and rubbing Cynder’s back with the other.

“Yeah, not much but we managed to get some more medical supplies. And-” Nya motioned to the bed. “A few nice fluffy blankets!”

Cynder gasped, looking at the blanket that rested on top of Garmadon and her.

“Thank you.” Garmadon chuckled.

“Thank you!” Cynder grinned.

“Anytime, Cynder.” Nya smiled. “You need to stop getting hurt, you know.”

“Oh shut up! Getting hurt is normal.” Kai huffed, crossing his arms.

“No it isn’t. Not the amount Cynder does at least.” Nya crossed her arms, glaring at Kai.

“I mean, it can be normal, but we’d rather it not be.” Garmadon explained.

“I’m aware, but in a battle like this, my own safety… it can be cast aside. I heal faster than most after all.” Cynder sighed.

“We know that, but that doesn’t mean you should keep sacrificing your health to save everyone.” Nya let her arms fall to her side as she frowned. “Besides, Garmadon needs you! You can’t marry him if you’re dead.”

“Wait-” Garmadon spoke up.

“Nya, he might know I want to be his wife eventually but-” Cynder began.

“Oh yeah! I found what you asked for, Cynder!” Nya smiled.

“Nya!” Cynder yelped as a small box was pulled from Nya’s pocket.

“See!” She opened the box to show a small pair of matching silver rings.

Garmadon stared at Cynder, “You actually want to marry me?”

“Yes, dumbass.” Cynder snagged the box from Nya and sighed. “I was going to wait until this battle was over to ask you… because I know you’re a busy man and I don’t want you to be shackled to me if I’m just going to die on you.”

“Oh Cynder…” Garmadon pet her cheek with his thumb. “I want to be your husband, and… I don’t know if this fight will ever be over. I don’t want to wait for an eternity to be yours.”

“Heh… I was scared you were going to say no.” She chuckled nervously.

“Why would he say no?” Kai blinked.

“Because I’m a paranoid bitch who gets hurt too much.” Cynder grumbled.

“True.” Kai nodded.

Garmadon glared at him before turning his attention back to Cynder. “I would never say no. I want to be your husband, just as much as you want to be my wife… regardless of our circumstances… I want to be yours.”

“You were always mine.” Cynder smiled.

“Then give me the ring.” Garmadon chuckled.

“What?” Cynder gave him a weird look.

“Oh for christ sake, Cynder!” Nya shouted. “Give him the ring! He’s saying he wants to marry you too!”

“I know that! But the ring deserves a ceremony!” Cynder snapped.

“I didn’t know you wanted a wedding.” Garmadon chuckled.

“I-I have dreams too, ya know!” Cynder growled.

“I know that, I just didn’t think you had any domestic dreams like that.” Nya laughed.

“S-Shut up!” Cynder shouted, the red on her cheeks made Garmadon snicker. “Why are you laughing?!”

“Because you’re cute.” Garmadon silenced her with a kiss.

“We should go give the rest of the blankets out.” Nya commented to Kai.

“Leave one for Zane, please.” Garmadon motioned to the other bed.

“We’re one step ahead of you.” Kai nodded, motioning to the rolled up blanket beside Zane’s backpack.

“Thank you.” Garmadon smiled.

“We should leave the love birds alone.” Nya giggled.

“Oh shut up and leave already!” Cynder hissed.

“Okay, okay!” Nya laughed as she darted from the room.

“Nya! Wait up!” Kai called after her, following her out of the room.

Garmadon chuckled as he looked at Cynder,

“Do you actually want a wedding?”

“Yeah.” She nodded her head.

“That seems out of character for you.” Garmadon commented. “You’re usually not that into traditional things.”

“I never said the wedding would be traditional, either way, I want one. Even if just to say to the world “He’s mine!” or something like that.” Cynder chuckled.

“That… sounds more like you.” Garmadon laughed.

When Cynder’s smile faded, he raised a brow.

“I hope he’s okay.” She motioned to Zane’s bed.

“Me too.” Garmadon nodded in agreement. “Me too.”

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