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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 11 months ago

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Hangover 4

Warnings: dubcon, noncon, other possible triggers. Proceed with caution.

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Part of The Club AU

Officer Storm drags you back to the cruiser, his hand tight around your upper arm. He pulls the door open and as good as throws you inside. You don’t understand why he’s doing this. You’re not a criminal, you’re just someone who helped him.

He slams the door, shaking the entire car. You listen to his tromping footsteps, heavy boots on gravel, before he pulls back the driver’s door on its hinges. He drops in heavily with a sigh and shifts in his seat.

You sit up cautiously, breathing slowly through your nose. You wipe your wet eyes and sniffle. You clutch your hands together in your lap, fighting to hold onto the last of your composure.

He sits in the front, not doing much. You see him scratch his short hair and drag his hands down his cheeks. Another huff as he adjusts his posture, unzipping his jacket as he tries to get comfortable.

He flips on the scanner and it crackles with the latest calls from dispatch. The reception is scratchy and tweaks your eardrums painfully. He flips off the high beams and shifts into reverse, veering around suddenly before slamming back on the gas. The car zips forward, bouncing on the uneven ground.

You sit back, hugging yourself as the cold lingers in your flesh. Another chill flows over you and you shudder. You close your eyes and the yellow light stains your vision. The back of your eyelids is stamped with the headlights. You lift your lashes and smother a whimper.

It sets in slowly. Your shock slakes away as you smell the dirt on your clothes. He really did that. It’s that one question that haunts you; why?

“Your husband still fuck you?” He growls, his question striking you abruptly.

You cough but can’t answer. You shake your head and sit back. He slaps the wheel and exhales.

“Answer me.”

You quiver and croak, “divorced…”

“Ha,” he scoffs, gripping the wheel with one hand, “guess he wasn’t a fan of the roadmap across your stomach.”

You wince. You dip your head down, “guess not.”

He hums and chuckles to himself. It’s all just an extension of his power trip. You’ll let him get his thrill if it keeps him calm. You peek up and see the streetlights pass more often. You’re back in the city.

“Yeah, I don’t know…” he groans, “he could just flip ya over…” his breathy voice startles you. “Your ass isn’t too far gone…” he grits, his words catching in his tight throat.

Your eyes drift over to his silhouette and you notice how his shoulder moves, arm working in a slow rhythm. You suck in a breath and quickly look down to your lap. He’s not…

“You must be dying for it?” His timbre drips grossly, “if I’d fucked you back there, you’d probably lost your mind, huh?”

You don’t say a word. You’re mortified. You know exactly what he’s doing. You recognise the gristle in his tone and the tempo behind his breath. You gulp and squeeze your arms tight.

“Probably dying for dick,” he taunts as he pumps himself quicker, “better than that old fuck you were married to, huh? When’s the last time you were fucked?”

You shake your head, hiding behind your lashes as you shrink down.

“Tell me. When?” He demands in a desperate rasp.

“Three… three years,” you confess. You don’t add that it wasn’t your husband. That you regret that encounter so much you avoided even the thought of more than your rechargeable wand.

“Fuck, that long,” he hits the brake and the care squeals to a stop. He pushes his head back and groans, “I shoulda… fucked…” he choke and grunts, twitching as he drones out a strangled word, “you-u-u-u.”

You stare out the window. There’s something wrong with this man. You deeply hope he doesn’t have some poor soul tied to him. You pity that woman if she exists.

He puffs out loudly and groans again. The car idles on the side of the road as cars pass. He raises his hand, the glint of the streetlight’s glare adding a sheen to his slimy fingers.

“Fuck, you made a mess,” he snarls, “got something to clean it up.”

He snaps his fingers before sliding open the panel. You bend and find your purse on the floor. You take out the small packet of tissue and pull several free, pushing them through against his hand. He laughs as he turns back to wipe himself shamelessly. When he’s finished, he tosses the crumpled tissue back through the slot so it lands at your feet.

“Should get you home, huh?” He snickers, “you got a son.”

His last words are high-pitched as he mocks you. You sniffle and chew your lip. Home, that’s all that matters. You’re not going to let your pride get in the way of that.

🔥

Officer Storm drives off as you stand on the curb. You bend to retrieve your phone and wallet from the ground where he threw them. Night is fully set in and growing more bitter by the second. You turn up the long walk, shoes mulching over the frosted pavement and onto the porch.

The windows are lit up already, assuring you of your son’s arrival. You stop at the door and push away the shadow of your journey home. You won’t let him see. It’s over, you can forget.

You enter your half of the duplex and hear Will swearing under his breath. You put your purse on the low table near the door and peek through the wide archway that looks into the front room. Your son sits with the back of his head to you as he plays his handheld game.

“Ma, that you?” He asks, not looking back.

“Yeah, sorry I’m late,” you bend to take off your boots and freeze. Your hips ache and you swear you feel that same weight on them, the clutch of his hands around you. No, don’t think. “We can order pizza, how about that?”

“Sure,” he accepts, “with mozza sticks?”

You stand straight and watch him. His voice is hazy with distraction. He’s so entranced by the game, he probably wouldn’t notice if you came in sobbing. It’s better that way.

“Yep, what do you want on yours?”

#johnny storm #dark johnny storm #dark!johnny storm #johnny storm x reader #au #drabble #the club #series #hangover #fantastic four

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ask-cota · 11 months ago

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*burning hot ash and bolts of red lightning fall from the sky and onto a now ruined Orokin city. There's fire everywhere, the air is filled with smoke, hordes of demons roam the streets, and running from them is a little Orokin girl, golden ichor trickling from various wounds on her arms, legs, and even one on her forehead*

ᒲ⚍ᒲᒲ||! ᒲ⚍ᒲᒲ||, ∴⍑ᒷ∷ᒷ ᔑ∷ᒷ ||𝙹⚍?! ╎-╎'ᒲ ᓭᓵᔑ∷ᒷ↸! (Mummy! Mummy, where are you?! I-I'm scared!)

*the demons hear her cries for her mother and let out inhuman howls as they give chase*

リ-リ𝙹! ᓭℸ ̣ -ᓭℸ ̣ ᔑ|| ʖᔑᓵꖌ! (N-no! St-stay back!)

*the girl summons a golden lightning bolt and chucks it at one of the buildings, causing it to collapse and topple on top of the demons, buying her some time as she continues to run for her life*

*she keeps running for what seems like hours, slowly accumulating more wounds as she runs; be it from a demon attacking her, close calls from the lightning, or simply tripping over debris and falling. Hot tears stream down her face as she clutches at a pendent her father gave her near the start of the war. He said it would bring her good luck and protect her in times of crisis, and so far it has, but its magic is running out and draining along with it are her hopes of finding her mother alive*

*eventually she can see them - Orokin soldiers filing the last of the civilians onto an evacuation cruiser. Among them, she can see her parents. She laughs despite her overwhelming terror and calls out to them*

ᒲ⚍ᒲᒲ||! ↸ᔑ↸↸||! ╎'ᒲ ⍑ᒷ∷ᒷ!! (Mummy! Daddy! I'm here!!)

*but she is too late. By the time they notice her presence the shuttle doors had already closed and they were being ferried off-world. She is alone. Abandoned. Left to die by those who swore to protect innocents like herself*

*the girl drops to her knees and begins to sob uncontrollably, still clutching the pendant tight in her hands. She can sense the demons surrounding her and beginning to close in. Any traces of hope she had are now gone, replaced with dread and a sense of impending doom. Despite her young age, she knows that this is the end for her*

*then a titanic spear the size of a modern day sky scraper shoots down from the heavens at unimaginable speed and strikes the earth, and everything goes white*

*Ruby suddenly bolts upright with a gasp, covered in sweat. It was just a nightmare. With shaking hands she reaches up and touches her face, and feels the cold, smooth metal of her prosthetics.*

*No... Not a nightmare... A memory.*

*she curls up in the fetal position and starts to cry*

(@emily-and-friends @solvar-the-drone @theblackcubeofdarkness @alexisthemultifandomfan100 @multiverseleaderxxx @roseamongrobots @serial-designation-mj)

#murder drones rp #ruby #if there are any tw/cw I need to put on this PLEASE let me know

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chicgeekgirl89 · 2 years ago

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My Pain Fits in the Palm of Your Freezing Hand

Fandom: 911 Lone Star

Characters: Carlos Reyes, T.K. Strand, Nancy Gillian, Tommy Vega, Marjan Marwani, Paul Strickland, Andrea Reyes

Summary: Everything about his and T.K.’s relationship has been vivid technicolor, but he knows that no matter how hard he tries, T.K.’s life won’t be the only thing taken from him if he dies, his memories will be too. He wonders what he’ll forget first. The sound of T.K.’s laugh? The way his fingers felt when they curled around his own? The exact color of his eyes? Which memories will fade, slowly at first, greying around the edges and then disintegrating into nothing, until he’s left only with hazy images, unsure if they’re real or he just imagined them?

A/N: For the @badthingshappenbingo prompt “Falling Through the Ice.”

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What is he doing? What is he doing?

Carlos pinches the bridge of his nose with one hand, the other firmly on the steering wheel as he carefully navigates the slick, frozen streets of Austin.

He’d left the church when another call came in, heading off to help a mom and her kids who were stuck in a ditch. It had killed him to leave before they found Lindsey, but other people needed his help and there was nothing more he could do for her.

He’d just been climbing back into the cruiser, the family he’d helped safely on their way, when Nancy radioed. And look at him. Such a freaking sucker, he’d told her he would come and immediately turned in the direction of the hospital. Because of course. Of course he had.

He and T.K. have been broken up for months. With basically no contact. His heart is so far beyond repairable it might as well be condemned by the city. So why, why, did he tell Nancy he would swing by and see his injured ex?

Because he’s an idiot, and a fool, and a sap, and a thousand other things, all of which he calls himself on the drive to the hospital. He’s still internally berating himself as he parks and walks inside, feeling equal parts like he wants to run through the doors toward the man who still has a vise grip on his heart, and turn around and run, well, not home—home doesn’t seem to be a thing he can find anymore—but back to the loft he currently sleeps in.

His sour attitude and dour thoughts are probably why he doesn’t notice at first that Nancy is coming apart at the seams, barely holding on. And then, as realization dawns, as Tommy walks into the hallway, as T.K.’s pale, ghostly face is revealed, suddenly, he feels like he might come apart at the seams too.

“We need to get in touch with Owen,” Tommy says quietly.

“His mom should know too,” Nancy says. She looks haunted and fragile, and it scares Carlos even more. “She’ll want to come right? She needs to know.”

“I have her number,” Carlos says, clearing his throat when his voice breaks. “I can uh, I can give her a call.”

God he doesn’t want to. Doesn’t want this to be happening. Doesn’t want to feel the crushing weight that has started at his shoulders and is slowly pulling him downward, urging him to curl up in a ball on the floor and sob.

“Why don’t I do it?” Tommy offers, all compassion even though being in the hospital has to be bringing up some stuff for her. “I spoke with the doctors, I can give Gwyn all the information. I’m sure the nurses will let me use a landline if the cell service is still out.”

He’s a coward, an absolute coward because he wordlessly opens his phone, cues up Gwyn’s number, and hands it to her. She nods at him. “Hang tight. I’ll be right back.”

“What uh, what happened?” Carlos asks, his eyes glued to T.K.’s motionless form.

“The kid was trapped, nobody else was coming and we couldn’t wait, so we used bed sheets and a laryngoscope,” Nancy says, her voice shaking. “The ice cracked and T.K. uh, he went into the water. It was only for like a minute, but the ambo had slid down an embankment and we were working so hard on the kid…” She gasps, her voice breaking. “Oh god.”

She turns away and Carlos follows her in alarm. “Nance? Hey!”

She’s clutching at her uniform jacket, ripping it open, her breathing fast and harsh. “Nancy talk to me,” Carlos says, putting a hand on her arm.

“W-we didn’t check him out,” she gasps, tears clinging to her eyelashes. “We were focused on the kid and T.K. s-seemed fine. He was cold, but h-he was helping. And then we turned around he was g-gone and we—we know the signs of hypothermia, we should have ch-checked him over, but we di-didn’t, and now he’s dying in there and it’s—we didn’t—“

“Okay, hey, you need to sit down all right?” He guides her over to a chair where she collapses heavily as if her knees have given out.

“H-he was fine. H-he w-was talking a-and w-working.” She’s half speaking, half sobbing, and she’s definitely not getting enough air.

“Nancy, look at me,” Carlos commands, crouching in front of her, one hand on her shoulder, the other on her knee. “Breathe. Breathe.”

Her eyes meet his, tears streaming down her face. “We did this. We lost him. We-we let him walk away in a b-blizzard. Who l-lets someone walk away in a god damn blizzard? It’s our fault. And if he—I can’t lose—“

“I wasn’t there,” Carlos says, his throat tight. “But I know that this is not your fault. You were doing your job. You saved that kid’s life and T.K.—“ he swallows, “that’s what T.K. would want. More than anything. To save that kid. So whatever happened because of that, it just happened. It’s a shitty day. And shitty stuff is going on. But it’s not on you and it’s not on Tommy, okay?”

She nods, wiping at her eyes, but doesn’t seem convinced. “Thank you for coming,” she says with a sniff. “I’m sorry I lied I just—I thought you needed to find out in person. And I think—I think T.K. would want you here.”

Carlos isn’t sure that’s true. But she doesn’t need to hear that right now. “It’s okay,” he says, sitting in the chair next to her. “I’m glad you called.”

She leans over and he pulls her into a hug, swallowing hard, attempting to force the whirlwind of his own emotions away. What are you supposed to feel when the man who you’d thought was your forever walks away and then falls through an icy pond and into another coma?

Nancy fills in the rest of the story over the next few minutes, describing the ice rescue in explicit detail; the way T.K. had looked when they’d found him in the final stages of hypothermia, speaking in Hebrew. How they’d spent so long trying to get him breathing again. How his heart had stopped and Nancy had performed CPR until help arrived.

With every word she speaks Carlos finds himself feeling more and more lost. What is he supposed to feel? How is he supposed to react? What is he supposed to say?

Over the last few months he’s mentally planned for so many scenarios while lying awake in bed every night. What he’ll do if he runs into T.K. at the grocery store. What he’ll say if they have to work together on a call. He’s even imagined spotting T.K. out with someone else. But he’s never thought about what to do in this situation. Something like this…this is so horribly inconceivable it’s never even crossed his mind.

Tommy returns, her face somber. “I managed to get through on the hospital landline. Gwyn is trying to get a flight out,” she says as she hands Carlos back his phone. “Everything is cancelled because of the weather, it might take her a few days.”

“Which T.K. might not have,” Nancy says worriedly.

Tommy shakes her head. “We can’t think like that. We have to stay positive.”

Positivity doesn’t seem to have a place to land inside of Carlos. It flutters around briefly and then leaves as swiftly as it came, chased away by fear and anger and confusion. “We should go home, get a fresh change of clothes,” Tommy says. “This is…this is going to be a long haul.”

“Cap we can’t leave him here alone,” Nancy argues.

“I’ll stay,” Carlos says immediately. Despite his inner turmoil, this decision isn’t a surprise. Of course he’s going to stay. That’s what he does. He goes where he’s needed. And while he’s not sure T.K. wants him here, Tommy and Nancy do. He’ll stay until one of them can come back and sit with T.K. And then…he’s not sure after that.

“Aren’t you on shift?” Nancy asks.

“I’m almost off,” Carlos says.

Tommy eyes him worriedly, probably trying to judge his mental. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” Carlos says. “Yeah, I’ll stay.”

“We’ll be quick,” Nancy promises. “Then you can go home and freshen up too.”

Carlos nods. It sounds reasonable enough.

But as it turns out, Carlos doesn’t go home. He doesn’t even go back to the station. He calls his captain and explains the situation. Then he calls Mitchell who brings his bag from his locker and a rookie cop to drive the squad back. He’s beyond grateful to her as he shoves his arms into a more comfortable shirt in the cramped hospital bathroom stall.

He takes a moment to look at himself in the mirror, splashing some water on his face. He’s pale, wide eyed; he looks like every other fearful relative sitting vigil at their family member’s bedside.

Except T.K. has no family here. He’s only got Carlos. Carlos, who hasn’t spoken more than ten words to him in months. Carlos, who he doesn’t want to see or hear from. Carlos, who pushed him too hard and set off the explosion that burned their future to the ground.

Carlos is what he’s got. He’ll have to be enough.

God, he hopes this time he’ll be enough.

When he gets back to the room there’s a nurse inside, adjusting IV’s and checking the monitors. Carlos hovers uncertainly in the doorway. He shouldn’t be here, but he is and he doesn’t know what’s appropriate. Should he stay in the hallway? Sit at T.K.’s bedside? Run away and never come back?

“You can come in,” she says, when she sees him. “Are you a friend?”

He takes a few steps forward, haltingly. “I—“

He has no answer. He’s less than a friend. He’s no one. To the love of his life, he’s no one.

The nurse gives him a sympathetic smile. She must be used to awkward people. “Is he—“ Carlos clears his throat. “How’s he doing?”

“I’m sorry, no change,” she tells him. “Why don’t you sit? Can I get you anything? A coffee? Tea?”

His stomach rolls at the thought and he shakes his head. She nods. “All right. I’ll be around the corner if you need anything okay? You can press the call button.”

“Thank you,” Carlos says, eyes glued to T.K.’s face.

He’s spent months not knowing who he is anymore. He doesn’t know how not to be “T.K. Strand’s boyfriend.” But sitting here, watching machines breathe for T.K., this is something he knows. It’s a familiar place and it welcomes him back with an insidious, terrible embrace. Here he is a desperate man, trapped in the vast nothingness that lives between life and death.

XXX

He’s dying, he’s dying, he’s dying. The words echo through Carlos’ mind, a chant, a mantra, a certainty at this point.

Nancy and Tommy must have returned while he sat by T.K.’s bedside, he finds them in the hallway when he stumbles blindly from T.K.’s room, watching in horror as the hospital staff bring in more machines, more medicine, all of them fighting not to let T.K. tumble over the edge into the beyond.

It’s over an hour before the doctor comes out and the look on her face makes Carlos’ heart plummet into his shoes so fast he feels dizzy. Her words are not encouraging and Carlos feels the last shreds of hope he was valiantly clinging to dissolve, disappearing like snowflakes in the sunshine.

He hears Tommy’s words of reassurance, but one look at her face tells him she doesn’t believe them any more than he does. The reality is, sometimes people die. And there’s nothing you can do about it. Not even if you love them.

Tommy and Nancy’s hands find his, an anchor point. But he doesn’t want to be anchored. He anchored his heart and soul to T.K. and it has done nothing but drag him under and try o drown him. He doesn’t want to be held or touched or comforted, he wants to be let go.

He brushes them off and tells them he wants to be alone for a minute, practically running away and stumbling out into the chilly, frigid air of the outdoors, gulping it down so fast that it burns in his lungs, the tears he’s been holding back starting to fall and freezing on his cheeks.

The exterior brick of the hospital is rough against his back, and he clenches his fists at his sides as he draws in ragged breaths, forcing the tears to stop, because he doesn’t want to fall apart. Falling apart doesn’t fix anything, it doesn’t make him and T.K. less broken up, doesn’t make T.K. less close to death, doesn’t erase the weeks of pain and loneliness and betrayal.

But despite his resolve not to break, the thoughts that have been assailing him ever since he walked through the hospital doors a few hours ago refuse to stop. Is this his fault? Did he cause this? He knows T.K. seeks out the reckless when he’s feeling stressed; has their break-up somehow made this happen? Because if so…he will never forgive himself.

There’s a roaring in his ears as memories flash through his mind like the rapidly changing channels of a television; the first night at the honkey tonk, the two of them lying on the car under the northern lights, T.K.’s laugh, their hands locked together, a walk through the park, kissing in the car, their bodies tangled in the bedsheets, the last time they’d held each other before…

Everything about his and T.K.’s relationship has been vivid technicolor, but he knows that no matter how hard he tries, T.K.’s life won’t be the only thing taken from him if he dies, his memories will be too. He wonders what he’ll forget first. The sound of T.K.’s laugh? The way his fingers felt when they curled around his own? The exact color of his eyes? Which memories will fade, slowly at first, greying around the edges and then disintegrating into nothing, until he’s left only with hazy images, unsure if they’re real or he just imagined them?

A siren screaming by finally snaps him out of his spiraling thoughts and he pulls out his phone. He’s out here, he might as well make use of the time.

He hasn’t told his parents yet, because what is he supposed to say? The only boyfriend he’s ever brought home, the man he thought he would give them grandchildren with, is dying in the hospital? Again? And that he feels like he’s dying along with him? That they’ve broken up and he shouldn’t even be here but he can’t leave because his heart and soul are tethered to a hospital bed?

The phones are still iffy, but miraculously he manages to get through to his mother and somehow manages to fill her in without completely falling apart on the sidewalk. It takes a lot of effort to convince her not to get in her car and drive to the hospital immediately. He doesn’t need to be worried about someone else he loves getting into an accident or freezing to death on the road; he’s got enough on his plate.

He’s shivering by the time he’s done, his jacket not doing much to keep out the chill, and he reluctantly heads back indoors to resume his vigil.

XXX

There are monitors wailing and staff running in, T.K.’s arms are flailing as Carlos watches in horror. This is it. The heart he thought had died during their breakup has burst back to life and it feels like it’s being ripped from his chest. He’s grateful his mother is here because his knees are going to give out any second, this can’t be the end, he’s not ready, he’s not ready, they cannot end like this, please God don’t let it end like this.

Then the doctor is beckoning him back inside the room, smiling, encouraging him toward the bed, and T.K. is breathing, he’s breathing and that god-awful ventilator is gone and Carlos feels frozen in fear, in hope, in doubt, in disbelief.

And then those words. Those beautiful words in that voice he loves so much. “Hey baby.”

It must be a dream, it has to be, this can’t be real, everyone has told him that T.K. is dying, that there’s no hope, and surely this has to be some figment of his imagination.

“Breathe,” T.K. tells him, almost laughing, as if it’s some kind of cosmic joke that he hasn’t been breathing for eighteen hours and now Carlos is the one who has stopped. “Breathe, breathe.”

Carlos breathes. For the first time in months he breathes. His entire body is shaking, everything in his mind is a question, but he’s breathing and T.K. is breathing and…

T.K. reaches for him. T.K. reaches for him. He hesitates terrified of what it means, terrified that if he takes it that it won’t be enough. But he loves him, he loves him so much and he’s been waiting for that hand for so long, so he reaches out and he grabs hold.

“Love…you…”

They’re not even words really, just a breathy exhale, but he hears them as if T.K. shouted them at the top of his lungs.

It feels like an invitation, so he tentatively leans in, still not sure this is really happening, still not quite believing that his presence is fully wanted. Slowly he curls his fingers into T.K.’s hair and gently, reverently kisses his cheek.

He was right to be terrified because these featherlight touches are not enough, not nearly enough, they’re a drop of water after months in the desert, he needs more, he needs all of it.

And then T.K. pulls him in and the weight of the the universe crashes through Carlos as he collapses onto the bed and finally breaks apart in the arms wrapping T.K.’s fragile body in his arms as tightly as he dares, not sure he’ll ever be able to let go again.

“T.K., oh god T.K.—.” The words rip from him on sobs, painful, guttural. He’s relieved and angry and scared and hurt and full of disbelief all at once and it’s far too much to handle.

“I’m sorry,” T.K. whispers, his voice barely audible. “I’m so sorry.”

Carlos isn’t sure what he’s apologizing for; nearly dying again, the months of estranged silence, or Buttercup eating a pair of Carlos’ sneakers last June, but it doesn’t matter. He doesn’t care. There will be time for apologies later. He pushes too hard, T.K. runs, they both know these are their flaws and they lost control of them this time. But never again, Carlos promises himself as he buries his face in his boyfriend’s neck. They won’t let it happen again.

“I love you,” Carlos says. “I love you so much. Please come home.”

“Okay,” T.K. says, a weak hand clutching the back of Carlos’ shirt. “Okay.”

He wants to stay in this embrace forever, but he knows their time has to be almost up. The doctors will want to examine T.K., run tests, check his neuro function. He’s not sure where he finds the strength to lift himself off the bed, but he somehow manages to extricate himself from his boyfriend’s arms and move to a chair beside the bed, though he continues to hold onto T.K.’s hand, uncertain if he’ll ever be able to let go of him again.

T.K. turns his head to the side to look at him, clearly too tired for anything else, and Carlos looks back, his thumb running back and forth over T.K.’s knuckles. His eyes drift closed and Carlos feels a spike of panic, turning quickly toward the nurse who’s just come in. “It’s okay,” she assures him with a smile. “He’s just asleep. His body has been through a lot of trauma. It’s going to take a while for him to regain his strength. We’re going to run some tests if you want to step out for a few minutes.”

His legs are like jelly but he manages to rise and exit the room. His mom is waiting for him and she immediately pulls him into a hug. “I told you mijo,” she says in his ear. “He’s strong. And so are you.”

She steps back. “I’m going to go call your father. He’s off shift any minute and if he comes home to find me gone he’ll be worried sick.”

“Be careful outside,” Carlos says.

She touches his cheek again and then heads down the hall.

Carlos makes his way to the waiting room where Nancy, Marjan, and Paul all immediately get to their feet. Their faces probably mirror his own: exhausted, hopeful, and he hardly knows what to say. “He’s uh, he’s awake,” he finally gets out. “He’s talking.”

Marjan claps a hand over her heart, Paul shakes his head, and Nancy looks up to the ceiling like she’s holding back tears. “I can’t believe—he’s—“ And now Carlos’ knees finally do give out, the world spinning dizzily around him as someone pulls him toward a chair and gently pushes his head between his knees.

He takes several, long, breaths, completely overwhelmed by everything, the rollercoaster of the last eighteen hours finally really getting to him. It’s several long minutes before he feels more stable and he looks up to find it was Nancy who jumped into action and saved him from falling to the floor. “You okay?” she asks.

He nods.

“Good, because if one more person we know ends up in here, I think they’re going to start charging us rent.” She cracks a smile and he lets himself give her an exhausted, watery one in return.

XXX

It’s been a full day since T.K. woke up. Tests have been run, examinations completed, and Carlos hasn’t left T.K.’s side. Owen has come and gone again. He’s thrilled about T.K.’s recovery, but there are things at home that need to be tended to after his extended time away. Carlos has learned after so many incidents that this is somewhat of the norm for the Strand men, and it doesn’t seem to bother T.K. so Carlos tries not to let it bother him either.

Instead he contents himself with watching T.K. sleep. Which is most of the time. He’s always lucid when he wakes up now and has been able to stay awake for increasingly longer periods, which is reassuring, but his body has been through a hell of a struggle and Carlos knows it will be a while before things are back to normal.

“You look terrible.”

Carlos looks up to find T.K. awake again and studying him. “I look better than you do. At least I’m not a popsicle,” he says, uncrossing his legs and leaning forward so he can tuck T.K.’s hand into his again. They still feel cold and Carlos has made it his personal mission to warm them up again.

T.K. doesn’t let it go. “When’s the last time you slept?”

“T.K., I’m fine. You don’t need to play paramedic right now.”

“You don’t look fine. Have you been eating?”

Even just barely less than dead T.K. can’t help himself. “It really is not a surprise how well you and my mother get along,” Carlos says with a chuckle. “I promise, I’m okay. I’m…so much more than okay.”

“I think you should go home,” T.K. says. “Take a shower. Get some fresh clothes.”

“Are you busting my balls about my odor right now?” Carlos teases. “Because this is the stench of someone who sat vigil at your deathbed. That’s love you’re smelling.”

“This isn’t about your hygiene,” T.K. says, forehead wrinkled in concern. “You look like you’re ready to fall over.”

“I can sleep in this chair.” Carlos scrunches his too-large frame further into the hard, unyielding hospital chair. “See? Very comfortable.”

“You need to go home,” T.K. says firmly. “You need a break. I’m all right, nothing is going to happen while you’re gone.”

Carlos feels his throat tighten. “It’s okay,” he says, forcing a smile.

He doesn’t want to leave. He doesn’t want to let T.K. out of his sight. Because he can’t shake the feeling that if he leaves everything might disappear. That he’ll come back to find T.K. still in a coma or…

Tears rise to the surface and god, Carlos is so tired of crying. His eyes feel like sandpaper, burning and raw, and there is a permanent headache that has taken up residence in his forehead. But it’s fine, he can ignore it all because all that matters is that T.K. is alive and they’re okay.

Carlos is relieved when T.K. drifts off again before they can finish the conversation. He’ll have to go home eventually, T.K.’s going to be here for at least another week, possibly longer. But not yet. He can’t go yet.

XXX

He wakes up disoriented and confused, something cold and hard under his cheek, left elbow smarting, hands touching his body, lots of agitated voices around him.

The hands lift him upright and he struggles to focus. “What happened?” Carlos asks groggily.

“Dude you fell asleep like, mid-sentence,” Nancy says, one hand still on his shoulder to keep him upright. “And then you fell out of your chair.”

“How long have you been awake?” Marjan asks.

He doesn’t really know, but he feels lightheaded and sluggish so probably too long. It’s day four of the hospital and Nancy and Marjan returned this morning with decent coffee and snacks, then set up shop in T.K.’s room, ignoring the glares from the nurses and the not-so-subtle reminders that there are only supposed to be two visitors in the room at a time.

“Babe, you need to go home,” T.K. says from the bed, eyes full of worry as he strains to see what’s going on.

“I’ll drive you,” Nancy says.

“And I’ll stay with Frosty the Snowman. Won’t let him out of my sight,” Marjan promises.

Carlos is beaten and he knows it. He nods and gets to his feet, very aware of the vise-like grip Nancy has on his arm. “I’m okay,” he says after a moment and she lets him go so he can lean forward and press a kiss to T.K.’s forehead.

“I’ll be back soon,” he says.

“Get some rest,” T.K. tells him in return. “I love you.”

Carlos wants to melt hearing those words. He’ll never take them for granted again. “I love you too.”

Nancy carefully navigates the roads back to the loft. Carlos is grateful for her silence. She seems to sense that he’s not up for small talk or deep soul searching or any kind of conversation really. His mind is fuzzy, full of white noise and his body feels heavy.

She looks at him when she parks in front of his building. “Do you need me to walk you up?”

“No, I’m good. Thanks.”

“You’re not going to like, turn around, get in your car, and drive back to the hospital or anything stupid like that, are you?” she asks, narrowing her eyes at him.

He wants nothing more than to do just that, but with the roads still a little questionable and his focus completely missing he’ll likely end up being a casualty of the weather and have to live through the embarrassment of being rescued by his own people. “No,” he says honestly. “I’m going to sleep for a couple hours, shower, and then go back.”

“A couple? Dude you need like eight solid hours,” Nancy tells him with a disapproving frown.

“It’ll have to be three and a lot of coffee,” he says, giving her a smile. “Thanks for the ride. Thanks for…everything. I couldn’t have made it through this without you.”

He feels tears clogging his throat yet again. “Dude, no stop that,” she says quickly, swiping at her own eyes. “No more crying, it’s going to ruin our youthful complexions.”

He gives a wet, exhausted chuckle. “I think it’s probably too late to worry about that. T.K. is going to give me grey hair long before my time.”

“Me too, but only you and my stylist will ever know,” she tells him, before reaching over and squeezing his arm. “Now get out of here before you fall asleep in my car.”

He wants to sleep, he can practically hear his bed calling to him, but now that he’s left the walls of the hospital all he can smell on his skin is sweat and antiseptic and recycled air and he can’t stand the thought of getting into his clean sheets without a shower.

The power is back on and the pipes finally seem to have thawed, and he turns the water on as hot as it will go, the spray like little pinpricks of fire against his skin. He doesn’t know how long he stands there, water pouring over him, struggling not to nod off. He finally manages to shake himself awake, reaching for the soap and scrubbing awkwardly with fingers clumsy from lack of sleep, trying to rid himself of the lingering nerves and anxiety still adrift in his body.

By the time he drags himself out of the shower and dries off he can barely keep his eyes open. He forces himself to pull on a pair of boxers and sweatpants along with a t-shirt to ward off the lingering chill in the apartment.

And then he finally crawls into his bed, the cool sheets making him shiver, but warming quickly as he settles into place. He turns onto his side, eyes locking on the empty pillow next to him. A pillow he’d thought might be empty forever. A pillow that soon, very soon, will once again hold the man he loves.

What he’d thought was going to be their end is actually their new beginning.

#Tarlos #Tarlos Fic #911lsfic #Carlos Reyes #TK Strand #Bad Things Happen Bingo #Falling Through the Ice #TK Strand Whump #Angst #Feels #They're going to be okay #But Carlos has to cry a lot first #Hypothermia #Ice Storm Arc

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letsgofoletsgo · 1 year ago

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Pop The Question

The parks of Chicago were a scenic, tranquil place. In the middle of the urban sprawl, the lush sanctuary provided a space of serenity. In lieu of the ever-present hustle of city life, the soft breeze and eclectic chorus of birds replaced the cacophony of car horns and chatter present in the streets. A small pocket of quiet, a reminder of natural life within the urban jungle.

However, despite the park being unusually barren that particular night, the atmosphere would not be so still. The rip-roar of motor engines cut through the usual silence, racing through the heart of the park. Two cruisers rode along the stone path, one jet black and the other dark green. The bellows of the bikes flew over the fields, blades of grass whipping violently in their wake. Eventually, the two riders slowed as they turned a bend. To their right was a hill, an old elm adorning the top. Its leaves glistened under the setting sun, a golden sheen shining against deep green.

With a click of the clutch, the two steered onto the grass, nearing the base of the hill. Squeezing their brakes, they came to a stop. They cut their engines and tapped down their kickstands. The rider of the black cruiser dismounted, removing his helmet. Large, fluffy mouse ears spilled from the polymer, green specs glinting against the sunlight.

“Well, I’ll be damned.” The rider of the other bike spoke.

From xyr helmet, light green fur was revealed. Everest’s pointy, blue ears flopped as xe shook xyr head, xyr fur flowing in the fresh air. “You were right, its a ghost town out here.”

“See? I may not be a native Ev, but I know my way around chi-town well enough.” Throttle returned, subtle snark in his voice.

“That you do,” Everest chuckled, turning to the hill. “C’mon.”

Throttle followed, smiling behind xem. As the two crested the hill, they could see across the northern section of the park. Peaceful, grassy fields sprawled all around them, overlooked by the surrounding skyline. The centerpiece to the view was a lake, spanning about forty feet wide. The skyscrapers reflected in its calm ripples, mixing with the hues of the setting sun.

Everest sat down against the elm tree, sighing slightly. “Picked a nice day at least.”

“Yep, nice of Illinois to stop raining on us for a change, huh?”

“Indeed. Of course it rains buckets the day Limburger decides to launch a scheme of his.”

“I’ll admit, using rain to channel melted steel into the sewers was creative.”

“Not creative enough to succeed anyway.” Xe chided jokingly. “You think he’d come up with some better plans with how long he’s been at this.”

“Can’t say if the stink fish has any cognitive planning ability, but we’ll be here to put a stop to whatever he’s got up his sleeve.”

“Hey, it’s what we do.” Everest turned xyr gaze to the water as xe sighed “Gotta say though, I never expected to end up as a vigilante; especially on another planet.”

“What can I say, life comes at ya in unexpected ways.” Throttle shrugged.

“That’s certainly one way to put it. One minute I’m on Caynaris, living a normal life, then the next thing I know I’m a galaxy away.”

“Guess a change like that takes some getting used to.”

“Yeah.” Xe looked up to the sky. “Do… Do you ever miss Mars?”

Throttle’s tone turned solemn. “Of course I do. Everything I knew was there. Fought a war to defend it.” He tipped his head back, admiring the orangey sky. “But, I’ve found a lot of things to love on Earth. Found Chicago, Charley, people who accept us. And I found you.” He turned to xem.

Everest blushed. “When you put it like that, guess you’ve got a point.”

“Even the small things; like this lake for example. We don’t have large bodies of water on Mars, any water that’s not in the ice caps runs in underground veins. To the people of Earth, it's just a lake like any other, but it's kind of a wonder to me.”

Throttle then stood, starting to walk towards the lake. Everest rose quickly to follow him.

“I’m no brainiac, but I’ve learned to appreciate what makes ya happy, no matter your situation. Obviously it won’t solve all your problems, but they add up in the end.”

“I think that’s a very noble mindset to have.” Everest said. “You can’t control everything in your life, but you can choose to focus on what you love.”

Now standing at the edge of the lake, the two found themselves contemplating as they stared across the water.

“Though, if I’m honest, I’m most grateful that I met you.”

Xyr eyes widened. “Really?”

“That’s right. We both ended up on earth from less than favorable circumstances, but we made the best of it. You never let anything stop you, Ev. You’re one of the fiercest fighters I’ve ever seen, and can always find your way out of a tough spot. Even outside of battle, you don’t take shit and know what you want. You protect those you care about, and create a sense of stability. You’re just incredible overall, and I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

In a rare moment, Everest smiled sheepishly at his words. “Thank you, I’m flattered you think so highly of me.”

“‘Course. I would go on, but I do have a point to this.”

Xe raised a brow as Throttle cleared his throat.

“Everest, you’ve changed my life in so many ways. You’ve been there for me in my low points, and celebrated with me in my high points. No matter what’s been thrown at us, we’ve come out on top, together. I can’t predict the future, but I know I want you by my side when I turn to face it.”

He dropped to one knee, digging something out of his pocket. “Guess that leaves me with the question,”

He drew a small box from his pocket, and upon opening it, revealed a silver earring.

“Will you marry me?”

Everest stood in shock, mouth agape. Then, a smile spread across xyr face, tears welling as xe laughed.

“Yes.”

Throttle’s face lit up as he stood, wrapping his arms around xem and kissing xem deeply.

“You have no idea how happy I am to hear that.”

“That makes two of us.” Xe giggled.

Throttle took the earring from the box. “On Mars, it's a tradition to propose with a silver earring. Figured I’d implement a part of my own culture, heh.”

Everest studied the earring, admiring it. “It’s beautiful, I love it.”

“Glad you do.” He raised his hand slightly, looking at xyr right ear. “May I?”

With a nod, Throttle gently clasped the earring onto xyr ear. After making sure it was secure, he stared in awe as it glinted in the sunlight.

“It looks perfect on you.”

Everest grinned widely as xe looked up at him. “I love you, Theno.”

“Love you too, Everest.”

The two kissed once again, fully engulfed in their happiness and the presence of each other. They remained in the embrace for what seemed like hours, time slowing as they basked in the moment. While neither wanted it to end, they both were excited to see what their future would hold,

Together.

#the stars as our highway

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marierg · 2 years ago

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Of Light and Darkness: Ch. 28

Pairing: Obi Wan Kenobi X Reader

WARNINGS!: +18 and DO NOT ENGAGE IF THE FOLLOWING WILL CAUSE YOU PAIN OR TRIGGERING! Violence, Anxiety, Language, Angst, death/ near death, anger, delayed stress responses.

A/N: This has been an absolute whirlwind and I'd just like to thanks everyone for sticking with me. As with anything I work on I sincerely hope that these chapters did not cause anyone distress. This should be the last of the angst for a bit and I promise that the chapter after this will be a good fun one to make up.

Song Credit: The Foggy Dew by the Chieftains- Yes I tweaked the lyrics, but this was the song I listened to while writing this chapter.

Picture Credit: Pinterest and Lucas Film

If in Italic communication is mental not verbal

Words: 3600

Masterlist Next

It was hours after daybreak, two hours since the last ship had taken all but eight of you to the awaiting cruisers. Comms were intermittent, but last transmission was that there would be a ship to come get you all, it was just going to take a bit to patch her back together. You looked at the others and shook your head, “I'm sorry for all of this.”

Obi Wan could feel the dread mounting within you, “Y/n you have nothing to be sorry for. The ship will come.”

“Yeah! What Kaboomie said.” Glitch called out while soothing a hand on the babe clutched to Anakin's chest. The Droid who had carried the small one hadn't fared as well, batteries only lasting long enough to relay the child's name and where family could be reached. Somehow in the shuffle this baby had been left at the check point.

“I suppose that I'm stuck with that name now.” Obi Wan and Glitch had since made up, the victory of blowing up a few attacking speeders providing a bonding experience.

“And thou shall be known as Kaboomie, great Jedi and RIC worthy!” Glitch snickered.

The baby was still fussing softly. Anakin wasn't really much for younglings but for some reason this one liked him, screaming at anyone else who tried to take it. “Hey Glitch can you sing something, maybe it'll help.”

“Don't know many songs for babies Speedster... Don't have much heart for singing right now anyway.”

“As I recall your people are known for their voices,” Master Windu glanced over from where he kept watch by the door. “What about the foggy dew?”

“I don't believe I've heard that one.” Obi Wan quirked a brow at the older Jedi.

“Most wouldn't...” Glitch replied flatly, “It's a memorial song.”

“We stand outnumbered yet strong.” Mace looked out sadly from his position. “it can be quite inspiring in dark times.”

The young woman took a deep breath, still keeping a keen eye on her field of fire. Softly the words began to float on the air.

“As down the glen one early morn, to a city fair rode I

There armed lines of marching men, in squadrons passed me by.

No pipe did hum, no battle drum did sound it's loud tattoo

but the temple bell o're the valley's swell rang out through the foggy dew.”

You turned to watch the girl, singing from her very soul it seemed. Eyes traveled across the shot pocked building. Vessia, the Senator's daughter, had indeed come to respect the law of the blaster. Her once beautiful and intricate hair now hung in a short pony tail after she cut it down, her eyes no longer naïve. Anakin was holding the small child a little tighter, murmuring that all would be well. Master Windu, while still observing his sector, had turned ever so slightly to better hear, a set to his jaw that you could only guess at. It was as if his signature flickered in the Force, seeming older and more tired than the one you knew.

“Oh the bravest fell and the requiem bell rang mournfully and clear

For those who died in the early light, at the springing of the year.

While the stars did gaze in deep amaze, those fearless men but few

Who bore the fight that freedom's light might shine through the foggy dew.”

Marru was positioned next to Obi Wan, the Bothan had survived an overhead barrage the night before at the fence line. Dark mud still covered his fur, ears turned down. The poor kid hadn't stopped trembling since, jumping at any loud noise, but fought fiercely none the less. Obi Wan had wrapped his signature around your own like a blanket, even if you had to remain inconspicuous in front of the others. It was one of the only comforts you had as the dread coursed within you. You noticed Glitch pause a moment then continue to the end of the song.

“Back through the glen I rode again, my heart with grief was sore

for I parted with those valiant men, that I'll never see more.

But to and fro in my dreams I go, and I kneel and pray for you

for slavery fled, O' glorious dead, who fell in the foggy dew...”

Obi Wan had a tear in his eye, such a pure voice he thought. “That was beautiful young one.”

“Nice song Glitch.” Anakin had felt the infant's breathing even out halfway through, lulled by the sorrowful tune. “Baby thinks so too.”

You came to stand by Glitch. Both of you were realists, knowing your odds and the likelihood of your fate, but still trying to hold onto hope. Giving her a nudge you tried to keep an up beat, “You should have gone into show biz.”

Glitch shook her head, “The Gods chose my path long ago Boss. I'm right where I should be.”

The peace was disturbed by crackling on the comms. “Angel 12... Angel 12... this is Orion 4. Inbound your 20... prepare for dust off!”

“Copy Orion 4!” you practically shouted into the mic, “Good to hear you!”

“Copy that Angel 12, just be ready.” You could tell it was JC on the comm from the clear syllables.

“Alright you heard the man, grab your packs. Obi Boy and Anakin get the kids on board, Master Windu you take point.”

“You're just placing me there because I'm older.” Mace smirked at his own joke.

You smirked right back at him, “Yeah and harder to kill. Glitch and I will take rear guard.”

“Just be sure you get aboard too Wee One.”

“Always Obi.”

You could hear the little bird approaching, the engines must have been shot to hell and back to be that loud. Anakin handed the baby to Vessia, drawing his lightsaber. As the craft peaked the ridge it did a sharp run along the deck, firing the cannons to clear the way down. The whole group started to run for the tarmac, legs desperately attempting to outrun the blaster bolts being rained down. JC was waiving at you from the cockpit window, “Y/n hurry!”

The Jedi formed an arc around the door while the others jumped on, you counted the heads. Vessia and the baby, Marru, Glitch who was firing from the door, then Anakin. The Hutt mercs started to fire more mortars then, rocking the very air around the craft.

You felt it.... that same eerie feeling from long ago.

Looking at the men you cared for most in this Galaxy your decision was made. With one great push of the Force you sent them into the bird screaming at JC. “TAKE OFF! TAKE OFF!!!!!”

“Y/N!!” Obi Wan looked out the departing craft horrified.

Master Windu was faster in response, getting on the comm. “Y/n get to the roof, we'll pick you up.”

“Read my mind.” Your legs moved on instinct, dodging and zig zagging across the tarmac to the control tower. Just as you dove through the door it came, searing horrible pain in your back and shoulders. You wanted to scream but there was no time. Getting up you forced your body to take the stairs to the roof, blood gushed with every few steps. Repeating the mantra Master Windu taught you over and over, “Not today, not today...”

Using the Force to relock the door you looked all around, where was the bird? Your vision was becoming bleary, limbs heavy. You tried to raise JC, “I'm here...I'm here.”

“Just hang in there a little longer Master, almost there.”

“ANAKIN?”

“Be ready for a cable lift 'kay!” Anakin was flying the wings off the craft with how fast it was going. He had to make it, Master Y/n was counting on him. “Glitch get it ready!”

“ROCK AND ROLL KID!!!” Glitch near had a panic attack when she saw the men flung into the craft and then heard you yelling. Gods help them all. “Kaboomie get ready to catch and patch. Hey Master Windy can ya help Speedster hold it steady?”

As they approached the tower Anakin could see you on the roof deflecting blaster shots that came your way. Master Windu had hopped into the co pilot seat, giving him a nod to keep going. Anakin knew that there would only be one shot at this, “DROP THE LINE!”

Watching as the bird approached you ran with whatever was left in you, jumping and clipping into the line just as the mercenaries breached the door to the roof. You were a sitting duck.

“Hold on sweetling, you're almost here. Just hold on!”

“Obi!” You tried to reach a hand up only to be hit by another blast. Maker it hurt so bad you screamed, only just holding onto the hoist cable.

Obi Wan was done waiting, turning to Glitch he yelled over the din, “Hold my belt!”

The young woman did so without hesitation. Obi Wan leaned out the craft door, focusing all of his will to raise you up into his arms. Your body fell heavily, blood all over your robes. Glitch was calling for them to get the hell outta there while stripping and bandaging. Obi Wan stroked your hair, not trusting himself to speak at that moment. “Please Wee One don't leave me too.”

“I could never leave you dear man.” As hurt as you were you still reached for him. His warmth radiated and comforted, dulling the pain if only a little.

Feeling your fingers intertwine fully with his own caused a weak grin, “There's the wee warrior I know.”

“Headcount?” Pain filled eyes gazed around as Obi Wans other hand continued smoothing your hair. “What's the count?”

Glitch paused her movements over your body as blue gray eyes gazed at yours. There were tears streaming down her cheeks, “Eight.”

“W-who?” you had no strength to look around, but felt with the Force. Your team was all present so then... “Where's JC?”

Glitch gritted her teeth, you forced yourself to follow her gaze as it fell to the small space between the cockpit and the hold. A pair of black flight boots peeked out from a wool blanket. Cold consumed you, as surely as being thrown into a frozen lake. No, not JC! Not your friend! You started to shake wanting to scream, to cry, to throw up. Your mouth fell open in quiet agony, as if all breath had suddenly left your body, but refused to sound your dispair.. Shivering from anger and probably shock you bit the question out. “How?”

“Sniper just as we reached the ridge.” Glitch sniffled. “Speedster saved us from crashing, got us outta the tail spin. Command kept telling us to leave, but he just circled right back... said we don't leave anyone behind.”

Obi Wan looked at the two forlorn women, what he wouldn't give to be able to take their sorrow away. He dug into his robe and offered a handkerchief to Glitch. It was old fashioned, something that you only lightheartedly teased him for. Today though as he took the small cloth back and used it to dry your eyes he was glad that Qui Gon had always insisted he carry one. Glitch finished the bandaging then backed off, giving you space. Obi Wan couldn't bear it any longer, pressing his forehead to yours and cradling you close.

“Don't ever do that to me again Sweetling. Where you go I go, we are sticking together.”

Whimpers escaped from you, worsening as he lovingly stroked your hair and face. “I'm sorry Obi... forgive me please? I won't do it again I promise.”

“I forgave you the minute it happened... I love you.” He could sense they were approaching the main transport ship. Glitch and Marru placed you on a stretcher to go to the med bay. Obi Wan returned to his exterior façade, “Y/n is there anything that needs to be done?”

“Have them call home, their families will be worried.” You were starting to dip in and out, but held on just a little longer, “JC and the others...don't leave them alone.”

Obi Wan nodded, “I promise they will be cared for, Y/n. Now rest.”

“I love you too Obi Boy.”

Anakin and Glitch had finally finished. They had washed, redressed and had laid JC in his casket. It was nothing fancy, none were, but with the Republic Flag laid on it the task was complete. The first of the honor watch came in, taking their positions, finally re leaving the two exhausted responders. Glitch nodded for Anakin to follow to the mess, handing him a Kaf and sandwich. They sat in silence finally allowing the day to catch them.

Anakin could feel the swirl of his emotions, trying to hold them in check as a Jedi should. “I miss them.”

“Me too,” Glitch kept her eyes down.

“Do you think your Gods would welcome JC too, Like Mik-lee and Tau?”

“Yes.” Glitch finally raised her face, heaving a great sigh. She reached into a pocket and produced a flask, raising it. “And so we shall celebrate their lives and brave deeds.”

Anakin watched as she took a deep drink, then offered it to him. After a bit of back and forth he finally took a sip, throat burning from the strong liquor. “What is that?”

“Whiskey.” She raised the flask again solemnly. “May the Gods and my kin guide your steps to the halls of victory. You were brave people, good and strong, fear not how your voice may sound when you sing your tale. For the All Father and Mother know your soul. I shall miss you my friends until my time comes to join you.”

Others came to join the table, cards dealt out and an impromptu debriefing session began among the group, everyone needing to let off steam. Master Windu had wandered down bringing news that you had made it out of surgery and were stable. Anakin felt a great sense of relief at the news. He had asked if Anakin wanted to go see you, but the young man had shaken his head stating that his place was to watch everyone since you couldn't.

Mace had nodded his approval, a rarity in the case of this Padawan. He thought better than to leave, sensing that the young people here could use a steady presence in your absence. It took a few hands of Sabac and a drink from a passed flask for the group to start to relax around him. They were used to your casual tone and manner, while he kept himself as he always did. Stories started to fly around the table, he shared a few from his early years as a knight.

Deek brought him another cup of Kaf. “First mission in a while I can recall having to build a crib outta storage crates. Jay always had a soft spot for kids.”

It occurred to him that if not for Anakin's stubbornness there may well have been a fourth casket setting in the hangar. The boy was headstrong, willful, spoke out of turn... and was most assuredly yours. Melri would have loved him. Mace saw the shadows pass in front of Deek's face. “I am sorry about JC, he was a good man.”

Sniffing then taking a sip of his own mug Deek nodded. “He was, gonna miss that Nerf Herder.”

“He has become one with the Force. In a way they never really leave us,” Mace took a deep drink of the bitter liquid.

Deek knew of course whom the other man referred too. “Yeah, still miss her too.”

You blinked your eyes awake, monitors and droids whirring about outside the door. Someone had managed to snag you a private room, you strongly suspected it was the being whose head lay on the cot next to you. Your dear man looked as though he had aged five years, creases etching the corners of his eyes. You briefly remembered your Master sitting with you earlier, they must have traded off. Raising your hand you threaded your fingers into his now clean hair, stoking gently. It was a peaceful moment after all the terror of the days prior, days that you weren't likely to ever forget. Softly you started to hum a soft tune.

Obi Wan started to sing the words, accompanying your acapella. With the slightest pull you persuaded him to lay with you. Both of you finally crashed down from the mission, holding onto the other and crying. Not great sobs just steady mournful streams. He placed soft kisses upon your head, stroking your hair. Looking up you returned those kisses with some of your own. You held him tighter, trying to reassure your Obi Boy that you would not let him go so easily. Neither of you spoke for a long time nor was there a need to. The two of you were just happy to be alive and in the others arms. For this fraction of time you were both together, alive and whole. It was enough.

There was a large delegation that came to welcome the RRC crew home. Beyond the families there were Brass and Political Delegates. It was a solemn procession off the ship, team mates and crew taking flanking positions on the caskets. Mik-Lee and Tau were escorted by their classmates, each having taken their graduation pin and pounded it onto the lid. Tradition and ceremony were ways to both grieve and honor. The Jedi and crew escorted JC and it was one of the hardest walks of your life.

The Brass approached you giving their customary platitudes. It felt hollow to you, cold and without meaning. JC had practically helped to raise you, a world without him in it was unimaginable. You were so lost it took a moment for you to realize that the Chancellor of all people had come over to offer his condolences. “I'm...I'm sorry sir, forgive me I didn't hear you.”

“No need to apologize Master L/n.” Palpatine stated softly as he studied your face, and more so the uncharacteristic emotions that crossed it. How very interesting, something to note for a later time. Exuding his usual charm he again began to speak. “I was merely saying how sorry I am for the loss of your people and that you should be proud of how your team handled themselves.”

“I am always proud of them sir. I do have a question though, if I may be so bold.” You saw the man nod, if not quirk his lips in amusement at your audacity. “Who was it that ordered the mission cut short?”

“Y/n this may not be the time.” Master Windu placed a hand on your shoulder.

“No, it's quite alright. If I were in your position I would want to know the same,” Palpatine did find this Jedi fascinating, if not somewhat disconcerting. “It was my decision. We received intelligence that reinforcements were being sent by the Hutts, large enough to possibly take out the fleet. As harsh a decision as it was, I could not in good conscience allow the operation to continue. As a Rescue Lieutenant I can only hope that you would understand my position.”

Keeping a steady gaze at the politician you studied his eyes. They didn't flinch, but were still offsetting. There had always been an uneasy acquaintance with this man. Anakin thought highly of and occasionally would visit with him. Outwardly there was nothing that appeared out of place, just a feeling. Sighing, and much too tired to push further, you extended a hand of peace. “I may not agree with the decision, but I do understand. I would like to file a request for Pilot JC Aldrich to be awarded the Nova medal. It's little consolation to his family....”

“It has already been approved.” Palpatine took your hand in both of his, attempting to be empathetic and comforting. “I have also taken the liberty of setting up Funds and scholarships for the families. I hope you do not mind?”

Slightly taken aback you unconsciously gave his hand a squeeze. You still had a feeling about the man, but he offered something no one before had, action. Maybe Anakin did know something you didn't. “Thank you Sir. I...Thank you.”

Palpatine watched as the Jedi departed for their glorious Temple. Initially when he had found out young Skywalker would have two knights training him, it had vexed Palpatine. Even with Kenobi and the Healers' interference the boy's pain lived deep within, just needing the right catalyst As with everything this border dispute had turned into an opportunity. Sending the Hutts to Norte had proved all too easy, but the ensuing pain and chaos that Skywalker encountered added fuel to the fire. His emotions were evident the minute the ship landed. Pain, anger, despair, all engulfing the boy and drawing him closer into the dark side. Oh Yes, this had gone better than even Palpatine could have predicted.

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Three members of the Scott family were driving back from a dance competition. They had been up at five am on a Saturday to compete, only to have her papers lost and not allowed to compete. They were joking, listening to music, and hanging out on the way back home. A car jumps the divider on the highway. It drove the wrong way towards the car. Lyra shouted at her dad about the car. It smashes into them head-on.

When Lyra wakes up her ears are ringing. She unbuckles her seatbelt and smashes out the window of the back seat. She crawls through, cutting herself on the small pieces of glass. EMTs rush over as she collapses. "My parents," she points at the car.

"They didn't make it sweetie. Don't worry, you're safe. SHIELD is here to protect you. After discovering she has nothing more than a few scratches, the EMT checks her out and sits her down with Firefighters. She is clutching a stuffed animal after it was offered to her. She rides in a police car to the station. She informs them that her brothers are at their house. An officer is sent with her to get her stuff from her house and her brothers. They get to the house and after a long discussion, they pack their stuff. Lyra walks into her room. She picks up her large duffle bag and starts to pack with her superhero suit at the bottom. She grabs her favorite outfits, dance shoes, and grandmother's jewelry box with all of her jewelry in it. She grabs a couple of sweatshirts and adds them. She takes out her travel backpack. She packs her computer, phone charger, earbuds, a couple of her favorite books, two notebooks, two tiny pistols (in a secret compartment), and her spell book, a gift on her eighth birthday. She grabs her stuffed Toothless plushie, puts her backpack on, grabs her duffle bag, and her violin case, and walks out of her room for what might be the last time. She sees her brothers with the same solemn faces. They put their bags in the trunk of the police cruiser, and hop in the back seat. The ride back to the station was as quiet as the one there even with the addition of two people. They unload from the vehicle back at the police station. Seeing a familiar man standing in the little office that was for the three Scotts made her smile. "Hey, Uncle Nick." Despite the circumstances, he still hated the nickname.

"Kid, how many times do I have to tell you it's Fury?" He says joking. He loved the three kids he had watched as a loving Uncle grow up.

"About a thousand more times," Lyra replied sarcastically.

"Why did I have to recommend Carol as a babysitter?" He jokes with the same sarcastic tone. Andrew runs at Fury and hugs him

"Uncle Nick, are you going to take us in now? Are we going to be official agents?" Fury shakes his head.

"No, you guys are still too young, even with all of your nightly activities." He gives the three of them a knowing look. The twins Lyra and Kaden had been heroes in the nearest city for about four years. Two years ago Andrew joined them for training and the easy patrol areas. They trained almost every day. They even had super suits that they made themselves. They were not very protective, but they hid their identity well. "We are going to help find some relative that will take you in, if not, we'll let you live with the Avengers." The siblings nodded in agreement. The kids sit down at the desk as Nick Fury leaves to talk with their social service worker. They sit in the small for what feels like hours before a happy woman in her forties comes in.

"We found you a relative to stay with. It's your mom's cousin, Tony Stark." The two older ones look at each other and roll their eyes. They had heard about him from Uncle Nick, and they didn't want to be associated with him. They didn't want to move to NYC from their small town just outside Nashville. They would have to completely revamp their schedules and patrol routes for the bigger city. So, begrudgingly, they pack their bags into the back of the social worker's van and get on the road to their new home in New York. Lyra mostly listened to music, Kaden read some of his history novels, and Andrew played on his phone. He had gotten it two days ago for middle school and emergencies. They stopped at two rest stops before getting to a nice motel right outside of the city limits of NYC. They have a full night's sleep and wake up in the morning ready to meet their new guardian.

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Which 160cc Bike is the Top 10 Bike in India?

India's motorcycle market has seen significant growth and diversification over the past decade, particularly in the 160cc segment. This category has become highly competitive, with manufacturers striving to offer the perfect blend of performance, style, and value for money. If you're in the market for a 160cc bike, understanding the top contenders can help you make an informed decision. Here's a detailed guide to the top 10 160cc bikes in India, each offering unique features and benefits.

1. Honda XBlade

The Honda XBlade stands out for its aggressive design and impressive performance. Equipped with a 162.71cc engine, it delivers 13.67 bhp and 14.7 Nm of torque. Its advanced features include a fully digital instrument cluster, LED lighting, and a hazard switch. The XBlade's sporty aesthetics, coupled with its reliable performance, make it a popular choice among young riders.

2. TVS Apache RTR 160 4V

The TVS Apache RTR 160 4V is renowned for its racing DNA and superior engineering. It boasts a 159.7cc engine, generating 17.39 bhp and 14.73 Nm of torque. The Apache RTR 160 4V features a race-tuned suspension, slipper clutch, and aerodynamic design. Its robust build and powerful engine offer an exhilarating riding experience.

3. Yamaha FZ-S FI V3

Yamaha's FZ-S FI V3 is a blend of style and substance. Powered by a 149cc engine, it produces 12.2 bhp and 13.6 Nm of torque. The bike is known for its muscular design, excellent fuel efficiency, and advanced features like a digital instrument cluster and single-channel ABS. The FZ-S FI V3 is a reliable companion for city commuting and long rides alike.

4. Suzuki Gixxer SF

The Suzuki Gixxer SF is a fully-faired sports bike that combines performance and aesthetics. With a 155cc engine, it delivers 13.4 bhp and 13.8 Nm of torque. The Gixxer SF features a sleek design, dual exhaust, and sporty ergonomics. Its refined engine and superior handling make it a favorite among sportbike enthusiasts.

5. Bajaj Pulsar NS160

The Bajaj Pulsar NS160 is a performance-oriented bike with a 160.3cc engine, generating 17.2 bhp and 14.6 Nm of torque. It comes with a perimeter frame, telescopic front forks, and a nitrox rear mono-shock for better stability and control. The Pulsar NS160's aggressive styling and robust performance make it a strong contender in the 160cc segment.

6. Hero Xtreme 160R

Hero MotoCorp's Xtreme 160R is a well-rounded bike offering a 160cc engine that produces 15 bhp and 14 Nm of torque. It features LED lighting, a fully digital instrument cluster, and an integrated braking system. The Xtreme 160R's lightweight frame and agile handling provide a comfortable and sporty riding experience.

7. Honda Hornet 2.0

The Honda Hornet 2.0 is known for its aggressive design and powerful performance. It is powered by a 184cc engine that churns out 17.03 bhp and 16.1 Nm of torque. The Hornet 2.0 features a muscular tank, inverted front forks, and a digital console. Its advanced suspension system and braking technology offer superior control and comfort.

8. TVS Apache RTR 160

The TVS Apache RTR 160, an earlier version of the RTR 160 4V, remains a popular choice due to its reliability and performance. It is equipped with a 159.7cc engine, delivering 15.3 bhp and 13.9 Nm of torque. The Apache RTR 160 features a semi-digital instrument cluster, aggressive styling, and superior braking system, making it a versatile and dependable bike.

9. Suzuki Intruder 155

The Suzuki Intruder 155 is a cruiser bike that stands out with its unique design and comfortable ergonomics. It has a 154.9cc engine, producing 13.4 bhp and 13.8 Nm of torque. The Intruder 155 features a digital instrument cluster, ABS, and a relaxed riding posture. Its distinctive styling and smooth performance make it a perfect choice for long rides.

10. Bajaj Avenger Street 160

The Bajaj Avenger Street 160 combines the classic cruiser look with modern performance. It is powered by a 160cc engine, offering 14.79 bhp and 13.7 Nm of torque. The Avenger Street 160 features a low-slung seat, digital instrument panel, and single-channel ABS. Its comfortable ride quality and timeless design make it an ideal cruiser for city and highway rides.

Detailed Analysis of Each Bike

Honda XBlade

Engine and Performance: The Honda XBlade’s 162.71cc engine offers a perfect balance between power and fuel efficiency. With a peak power of 13.67 bhp, it provides a smooth and responsive riding experience, making it suitable for both city commuting and occasional highway rides.

Design and Features: The XBlade’s aggressive styling, including a robotic LED headlamp, gives it a distinctive look. The fully digital instrument cluster provides essential information at a glance, and the hazard switch enhances safety during emergencies.

Riding Experience: The comfortable seating position and well-cushioned seats make the XBlade ideal for long rides. Its advanced suspension setup ensures a stable and comfortable ride over varied terrains.

TVS Apache RTR 160 4V

Engine and Performance: The Apache RTR 160 4V’s 159.7cc engine is designed for high performance, delivering 17.39 bhp. The race-tuned suspension and slipper clutch offer superior handling and control, even at high speeds.

Design and Features: The bike’s sharp design and aerodynamic bodywork reflect its racing pedigree. The digital-analog instrument cluster provides a wealth of information, including lap timer and top speed recorder.

Riding Experience: The ergonomics of the Apache RTR 160 4V are designed for an aggressive riding stance, suitable for spirited riding. The bike’s excellent power-to-weight ratio ensures quick acceleration and nimble handling.

Yamaha FZ-S FI V3

Engine and Performance: The 149cc engine of the Yamaha FZ-S FI V3 is optimized for fuel efficiency and smooth performance. It delivers 12.2 bhp, which is adequate for daily commuting and occasional highway trips.

Design and Features: The muscular design of the FZ-S FI V3, coupled with its robust build quality, makes it stand out. The bike features a fully digital instrument cluster, single-channel ABS, and an LED headlamp.

Riding Experience: The upright seating position and wide handlebars ensure a comfortable ride, even over long distances. The bike’s suspension setup is tuned for a balanced ride, providing a good mix of comfort and stability.

Suzuki Gixxer SF

Engine and Performance: The Suzuki Gixxer SF’s 155cc engine offers a good blend of power and efficiency, producing 13.4 bhp. The bike’s refined engine and smooth gearbox enhance the overall riding experience.

Design and Features: The Gixxer SF’s full fairing gives it a sporty look, while the dual exhaust adds to its aggressive appeal. The digital instrument cluster and clip-on handlebars enhance its sporty character.

Riding Experience: The sporty riding position and well-padded seat provide a comfortable ride. The bike’s superior handling and stability make it a great choice for both city rides and highway cruising.

Bajaj Pulsar NS160

Engine and Performance: The 160.3cc engine of the Pulsar NS160 delivers 17.2 bhp, making it one of the most powerful bikes in its segment. The perimeter frame and advanced suspension system ensure precise handling and stability.

Design and Features: The aggressive styling of the Pulsar NS160, including its muscular tank and sharp lines, gives it a sporty appearance. The bike features a digital-analog instrument cluster and single-channel ABS.

Riding Experience: The upright riding position and comfortable seat make the Pulsar NS160 suitable for daily commuting and long rides. The bike’s powerful engine and robust build quality ensure a thrilling and dependable ride.

Hero Xtreme 160R

Engine and Performance: The Hero Xtreme 160R’s 160cc engine offers 15 bhp, providing a good balance of performance and efficiency. The bike’s lightweight frame and advanced braking system enhance its overall performance.

Design and Features: The Xtreme 160R features a sharp design, with LED lighting and a fully digital instrument cluster. The bike’s sporty aesthetics and modern features make it an attractive option for young riders.

Riding Experience: The comfortable seating position and well-cushioned seat provide a pleasant riding experience. The bike’s agile handling and responsive performance make it ideal for city commuting and occasional highway trips.

Honda Hornet 2.0

Engine and Performance: The 184cc engine of the Honda Hornet 2.0 delivers 17.03 bhp, offering a good mix of power and efficiency. The bike’s advanced suspension setup ensures a smooth and comfortable ride.

Design and Features: The Hornet 2.0’s aggressive design, including its muscular tank and LED lighting, gives it a distinctive look. The fully digital instrument cluster provides all essential information at a glance.

Riding Experience: The upright seating position and well-padded seat provide a comfortable ride, even over long distances. The bike’s superior handling and stability make it a great choice for both city and highway rides.

TVS Apache RTR 160

Engine and Performance: The 159.7cc engine of the Apache RTR 160 offers 15.3 bhp, providing a good balance of performance and efficiency. The bike’s advanced suspension system and braking technology enhance its overall performance.

Design and Features: The Apache RTR 160’s aggressive styling, including its sharp lines and muscular tank, gives it a sporty appearance. The semi-digital instrument cluster provides essential information at a glance.

Riding Experience: The upright riding position and comfortable seat make the Apache RTR 160 suitable for daily commuting and long rides. The bike’s robust build quality and reliable performance ensure a dependable riding experience.

Suzuki Intruder 155

Engine and Performance: The Suzuki Intruder 155’s 154.9cc engine delivers 13.4 bhp, providing a good balance of performance and efficiency. The bike’s advanced suspension setup ensures a smooth and comfortable ride.

Design and Features: The Intruder 155’s unique design, including its cruiser styling and LED lighting, gives it a distinctive look. The digital instrument cluster provides all essential information at a glance.

Riding Experience: The relaxed riding posture and well-cushioned seat provide a comfortable ride, even over long distances. The bike’s superior handling and stability make it a great choice for long rides and city commuting.

Bajaj Avenger Street 160

Engine and Performance: The 160cc engine of the Avenger Street 160 delivers 14.79 bhp, offering a good mix of power and efficiency. The bike’s advanced suspension system ensures a smooth and comfortable ride.

Design and Features: The Avenger Street 160’s classic cruiser design, including its low-slung seat and digital instrument panel, gives it a timeless look. The bike’s modern features and comfortable ergonomics make it an attractive option for cruiser enthusiasts.

Conclusion

Choosing the right 160cc bike depends on your specific needs and preferences. Each of the bikes listed above offers a unique combination of performance, design, and features, making them the top contenders in the 160cc segment. Whether you prioritize aggressive styling, sporty performance, or comfortable cruising, there is a bike in this list that will meet your requirements.

For more detailed information and to explore a wide range of motorcycles, visit Beepkart. At Beepkart, we offer a comprehensive selection of bikes, expert advice, and competitive prices to help you make the best choice. Explore our website today and find your perfect ride!

FAQs about 160cc Bikes in India

1. What is a 160cc bike?

A 160cc bike refers to motorcycles with an engine displacement of approximately 160 cubic centimeters (cc). These bikes are known for striking a balance between power and fuel efficiency, making them popular choices for both city commuting and occasional highway rides.

2. What are the advantages of owning a 160cc bike?

Owning a 160cc bike offers several advantages:

Performance: These bikes typically offer sufficient power for both urban traffic and highway cruising.

Fuel Efficiency: They are generally fuel-efficient, making them cost-effective to run.

Agility: Their lightweight nature and agile handling make them maneuverable in city traffic.

Stylish Design: Many 160cc bikes feature sporty or stylish designs, appealing to younger riders.

3. What should I consider when buying a 160cc bike?

When buying a 160cc bike, consider the following factors:

Performance: Evaluate the bike’s horsepower, torque, and acceleration.

Features: Look for features like digital instrument clusters, ABS, and LED lighting.

Comfort: Check the seating posture, seat cushioning, and suspension system.

Fuel Efficiency: Consider the bike’s mileage and fuel tank capacity.

Price: Compare prices and features across different models to find the best value for money.

4. Are 160cc bikes suitable for long rides?

Yes, many 160cc bikes are suitable for long rides. They offer a good balance of power and comfort, making them capable of handling extended journeys on highways and smooth roads. However, it’s advisable to consider factors like seat comfort, riding posture, and fuel efficiency for a comfortable long-distance ride.

5. What are the maintenance costs associated with a 160cc bike?

Maintenance costs for a 160cc bike typically include routine servicing, oil changes, and occasional part replacements. The costs can vary depending on the bike’s brand, model, and usage. Regular maintenance helps ensure optimal performance and longevity of the bike.

6. How do I choose the right 160cc bike for me?

To choose the right 160cc bike, consider your specific needs and preferences:

Purpose: Determine whether you need the bike primarily for daily commuting, weekend rides, or both.

Features: Identify must-have features such as ABS, digital consoles, and fuel efficiency.

Comfort: Test ride bikes to assess seating comfort, ergonomics, and handling.

Budget: Set a budget that aligns with your financial capabilities and explore bikes within that range.

Reviews: Research online reviews and user feedback to gauge reliability, performance, and customer satisfaction.

7. Can I modify a 160cc bike for better performance?

Yes, it is possible to modify a 160cc bike for better performance, but it’s essential to adhere to legal regulations and manufacturer guidelines. Modifications may include upgrading exhaust systems, installing performance air filters, and tuning the engine for enhanced power output. Consult with authorized service centers or experienced mechanics to ensure modifications are done safely and legally.

8. How can I ensure safety while riding a 160cc bike?

To ensure safety while riding a 160cc bike:

Wear Protective Gear: Always wear a helmet, gloves, protective clothing, and footwear.

Obey Traffic Rules: Adhere to speed limits, traffic signals, and road signs.

Regular Maintenance: Maintain your bike in good condition with regular servicing and checks.

Ride Defensively: Anticipate potential hazards and maintain a safe distance from other vehicles.

Skill Improvement: Consider advanced riding courses to enhance your riding skills and awareness.

9. Are 160cc bikes suitable for beginners?

Yes, many 160cc bikes are suitable for beginners due to their manageable power, lightweight design, and user-friendly features. However, it’s essential for beginners to undergo proper training and practice safe riding habits to ensure a smooth and enjoyable riding experience.

10. Where can I buy a 160cc bike in India?

You can purchase a 160cc bike from authorized dealerships of respective brands, online platforms, or specialized motorcycle showrooms. Websites like Beepkart offer a wide range of 160cc bikes along with expert advice and competitive pricing to help you make an informed purchase decision

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Royal Enfield Shotgun 650 vs Super Meteor 650

Royal Enfield is an iconic brand which is considered the Best Bikes globally. Royal Enfield has recently introduced its latest model, the Shotgun 650, in the vibrant city of Los Angeles.

Last year, Royal Enfield gave the world its first twin-cylinder cruiser, the Super Meteor 650. It was everything we expected from the brand, topped off with a load of first-time tidbits for an Enfield. Now, you have another 650cc RE cruiser motorcycle on offer, the just-revealed Shotgun 650.

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Royal Enfield Shotgun 650 vs Super Meteor 650 – Specs Comparison

RE Super Meteor 650

The Super Meteor 650 comes with the familiar 648-cc parallel twin air-oil-cooled 2-cylinder engine which generates a healthy 47 PS @7,250 RPM and 52.3 Nm @5,650 RPM of peak power and torque.

This engine pairs to a 6-speed transmission with a wet, multi-plate clutch. It gets disc brakes at the front and rear. The fuel tank capacity is a handy 15.7 litres. Being a large cruiser motorcycle, it offers a decent mileage of around 25 km/l.

Royal Enfield Shotgun 650 vs Super Meteor 650 engine

The cruiser is available in three variants — Astral, Interstellar and Celestial, and seven colour vibrant options – Astral Black, Astral Blue, Astral Green, Interstellar Gray, Interstellar Green, Celestial Red, and Celestial Blue.

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RE Shotgun 650

In contrast, the RE Shotgun 650 will also come with the same powertrain. We have to wait for differences in the output of the Shotgun.

Still, we know the kind of power and torque it would generate based on the powertrain from the Super Meteor. However, the difference will lie in the engine casing.

RE Shotgun 650

The Shotgun 650 is likely to get a blacked-out treatment, whereas it gets a glossy finish in the Super Meteor 650. Apart from that, the crankcase cover on the Shotgun will get the ‘Royal Enfield’ logo in comparison to the ‘RE’ logo in the Super Meteor 650. It will have a fuel tank capacity of 13.8 litres.

Both motorcycles will be underpinned by the same steel tubular spine frame and an identical suspension setup. This includes a 43 mm inverted fork at the front with 120 mm travel and twin shock absorbers at the rear with preload adjustability.

RE Shotgun 650

The wheel travel on the Shotgun would be 90 mm in comparison to 101 mm in Super Meteor. Similarly, the brake setup will be identical too. This means that there will be a 320 mm disc at the front and a 300 mm disc at the rear with twin-piston floating callipers at both ends.

The dual-channel ABS will come as standard.SpecificationsRE Shotgun 650RE Super Meteor 650 Engine 648-cc parallel twin 2-cylinder 648-cc parallel twin 2-cylinder Power 47 PS 47 PS Torque 52.3 Nm 52.3 Nm Transmission 6-speed 6-speed Front Brake Disc 320 mm 320 mm Rear Brake Disc 300 mm 300 mm Fuel Tank 13.8 L 15.7 L

Royal Enfield Shotgun 650 vs Super Meteor 650 – Price Comparison

The RE Super Meteor 650 ranges from Rs 3.61 lakh and Rs 3.91 lakh, ex-showroom. On the other hand, the prices of the Shotgun will be announced at the official launch event.

Still, the official website mentions an ex-showroom price of Rs 4.25 lakh. But it’s not sure whether this is for the base model or the top model.PriceRE Super Meteor 650RE Shotgun 650 Base Trim Rs 3.61 lakh Rs 4.25 lakh (exp.) Top Trim Rs 3.91 lakhkh Rs 4.25 lakh (exp.)

Dimensions Comparison

In terms of the dimensions, the Super Meteor will have a slight edge. That is because it is a cruiser biker, whereas the Shotgun is a Bobber bike. Therefore, the latter will be slightly shorter and higher up the ground.DimensionsRE Shotgun 650RE Super Meteor 650 Wheelbase 1,465 mm 1,500 mm Ground Clearance 140 mm 135 mm Seat Height 795 mm 740 mm Kerb Weight 240 kg 241 kg Front Tyre 100/90-18 100/90-19 Rear Tyre 150/70-17 150/80-16

Design Comparison

The two motorcycles will borrow a lot of design elements. However, staying true to their silhouette – Cruiser and Bobber, there will be alterations which will tell each other apart.

Apart from that, there will be distinctions in headlight design, turn indicators (on headlight cowl on Shotgun instead of the fork on Cruiser), and mid-step footpegs on the Bobber with a flat handlebar.

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RE Shotgun 650

Essentially, the Bobber will have an upright stance. On the other hand, the foot pegs on the Super Meteor 650 will have a forward-set configuration with a curved handlebar. As a result, it will offer a more laid-back stance for the rider, a typical trait of any cruiser bike.

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The Nissan Magnite Is A Modern All-Rounder City Car

With a tough-as-nails exterior, versatile interior and state-of-the-art technology, the new Nissan Magnite is ready to take on any task.

Gone are the days when one’s daily vehicle served a single purpose. For the modern driver, their car is a space of solace on the way home after a long day at the office; a rugged hauler of household odds-and-ends; a zippy commuter to that early Monday morning lecture; and a comfortable cruiser for weekends away with the family. With industry-leading technology and a seamless driving experience wrapped up in a head-turning design, the new Nissan Magnite is causing a stir in the compact SUV market.

Its versatility ticks all the boxes of what South African drivers expect from their cars. Furthermore, Nissan’s customer-centric mindset is defining a new mobility future for customers through virtual showroom experiences, with easy access to effective financial planning tools and a whole lot more to relieve financial pressure – a welcomed benefit for customers seeking a full-scale experience pre, during and even after purchase.

New Nissan Magnite: Features

Turbocharged Driving Pleasure

Nissan has poured time and resources into improving and refining the Magnite’s 1.0-litre turbocharged motor, which borrows technology from the Japanese carmaker’s world-class GT-R sports car to deliver effortless acceleration and fuel efficiency. The engine puts out a dynamic 74kW of power, which, when coupled with either the exhilarating CVT or manual gearboxes, offers an efficient and smooth driving experience – ideal for bumper-to-bumper traffic or winding highways.

However, this agility is not cause for stress at the petrol pumps.

With escalating fuel prices in South Africa, drivers justifiably want more kilometres for their buck. The Magnite’s three-cylinder engine is as frugal as it is powerful, with an average fuel consumption of only 5.2l/100km on the manual transmission and 6.0l/100km on the CVT gearbox. Bringing into focus and an upfront understanding of the total cost of owning the Magnite, customers have access to the finance calculator, available on the Nissan South Africa website – giving them more control in their purchase consideration.

Ready For Any Road

When the weather turns for the worse, or when that pesky pothole appears at the last moment, the extensive range of driver aids in the Magnite work coherently to ensure the driver is kept in control.

With intuitive systems like ABS, EBD, Traction Control, and Nissan’s Vehicle Dynamic Control (VDC), standard across the range, the Magnite is well-equipped to handle changing road surfaces and sudden changes in direction.

Another standard safety feature is Nissan’s intelligent Hill Start Assist Control which keeps the vehicle steady on an incline – preventing disaster on the slip of the clutch. For those open roads, the Nissan Magnite lets drivers take their foot off the pedal – a cruise control coupled with an adjustable speed limiter function coming standard across the range.

New Nissan Magnite: Evolved Inside And Out

Visually, the Magnite is a showstopper: its dominating front grille and signature taillamps are centrepieces to the distinctive curves and edges which shape the rest of the vehicle. Nissan has also introduced first-in-segment L-shaped daylight running lamps to the Magnite, adding to its bold and aggressive appearance.

Inside, The Versatility Of The Magnite Shines Through.

The ergonomic cockpit is designed around the driver, with Nissan’s 8-inch touch-operated infotainment system being the mantelpiece of the slick interior. Above offering seamless connectivity through wireless Apple CarPlay and Android Auto, – the carmaker’s state-of-the-art integrated audio, navigation, and communication system – puts the heart and soul of the Magnite at the driver’s fingertips.

Passengers will welcome the additional leg space synonymous with a crossover and the 336 litres of boot space means not having to skimp on the extra holiday luggage.

The Magnite is feature-packed on the inside and out, with the intelligent driver aids and advanced technologies one would usually expect from a manufacturer’s flagship vehicle. By further leveraging Nissan’s strong DNA in the SUV market, the Magnite is a crossover that blends the best of both worlds: the space and comfort of an SUV with the agility and wieldiness of a city commuter.

This makes the Magnite an increasingly adaptable vehicle, as well suited to the bustling Johannesburg city centre as to the twisty sideroads of the Cape Winelands. Book a test drive a see for yourself!

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Surfing Through the Waves: Best Bikes Under 3 Lakhs for Thrilling Rides

Surfing, a sport that embodies the thrill of riding the waves, has a unique connection with the adrenaline rush many motorcycle enthusiasts seek. If you're in the market for a bike under 3 lakhs that provides an exhilarating and thrilling riding experience, you're in the right place. In this article, we'll ride the surf of motorcycle options available and introduce you to the best bikes under 3 lakhs that will make your heart race and your spirits soar.

KTM Duke 390

The KTM Duke 390 is like the king of the surfing world, offering an adrenaline-packed experience on the road. With a powerful 373.2cc single-cylinder engine generating 43.5 bhp and 37 Nm of torque, the Duke 390 surfs through traffic effortlessly. Its sharp handling, slipper clutch, TFT display, and sporty design make it a top choice for riders who crave excitement in their daily commutes and weekend getaways.

Yamaha YZF R15 V4

If you're looking for a bike that gracefully rides the surf of both city streets and winding highways, the Yamaha YZF R15 V4 is a fantastic option. This sporty machine features a 155cc liquid-cooled, single-cylinder engine delivering 18.6 bhp and 14.1 Nm of torque. Its agile handling and sleek design give you a sense of control and style, making it a perfect choice for those who want a taste of sportbike thrills.

Royal Enfield Meteor 350

Just like a longboard that cruises gracefully through the waves, the Royal Enfield Meteor 350 offers a laid-back riding experience with classic cruiser styling. The Meteor 350 comes equipped with a 349cc single-cylinder engine that produces 20.2 bhp and 27 Nm of torque. Its comfortable riding position, retro aesthetics, and modern features like the Tripper navigation system make it a delightful companion for leisurely rides along scenic routes.

Bajaj Dominar 400

For those who want a versatile and powerful ride to conquer different terrains, the Bajaj Dominar 400 is the perfect surfboard. Powered by a 373.3cc single-cylinder engine producing 40 bhp and 35 Nm of torque, the Dominar 400 delivers a thrilling performance. Its comfortable riding stance, robust suspension, and impressive power make it suitable for both highway cruising and city commuting, providing an all-encompassing riding experience.

Suzuki Gixxer SF 250

Imagine catching a wave that offers a harmonious blend of sporty aesthetics and practicality—that's what the Suzuki Gixxer SF 250 delivers. With a 249cc, oil-cooled, single-cylinder engine generating 26.5 bhp and 22.2 Nm of torque, this bike offers an ideal balance of performance and comfort. Whether you're riding through city streets or carving through winding roads, the Gixxer SF 250 provides an exhilarating journey.

Conclusion

When it comes to choosing a bike under 3 lakhs that offers a thrilling and exciting riding experience, you're spoilt for choice. Much like riding the waves, selecting the right bike involves balancing power, style, and comfort. The KTM Duke 390, Yamaha YZF R15 V4, Royal Enfield Meteor 350, Bajaj Dominar 400, and Suzuki Gixxer SF 250 are all exceptional options that will make your heart race and your soul soar as you surf through the streets. Before making your final decision, take these bikes for a test ride to find the one that best suits your riding style. Enjoy the thrill of the ride and experience the joy of surfing on two wheels!

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newbikes123456 · 1 year ago

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New Bikes in India

Introduction:

The vibrant landscape of the Indian automobile industry continues to flourish with new innovations, attracting millions of bike enthusiasts and commuters alike. As technology advances and environmental concerns become more pronounced, Indian manufacturers have responded with a range of cutting-edge two-wheelers that combine performance, style, and sustainability. In this article, we delve into the latest bike launches in India, highlighting their key features, advancements, and contributions to the ever-growing Indian biking community.

Hero Xtreme 200S:

Hero MotoCorp, a stalwart in the Indian two-wheeler market, introduces the Xtreme 200S. This powerful street bike is packed with a 199.6cc single-cylinder engine, producing an impressive 18.4 bhp of power. Its sleek design, LED lighting, and digital instrument cluster add a modern touch to the package, making it a popular choice for both city rides and weekend adventures.

Bajaj Pulsar NS250:

Bajaj Auto has consistently been a game-changer in the Indian biking scene, and the Pulsar NS250 is no exception. With its sporty appeal and a 249cc liquid-cooled engine generating 27.3 bhp, the NS250 boasts impressive acceleration and performance. Equipped with dual-channel ABS, it promises enhanced safety, making it a standout option for thrill-seekers.

Royal Enfield Meteor 350:

Royal Enfield, an iconic brand renowned for its classic appeal, enters the list with the Meteor 350. This cruiser bike packs a 349cc single-cylinder engine and is designed for both comfort and aesthetics. The Meteor 350 features a distinctive LED headlamp and a Bluetooth-enabled instrument cluster, keeping riders connected on the go.

TVS Apache RTR 310:

TVS Motor Company adds another gem to its Apache series with the RTR 310. Sporting a 312cc engine capable of churning out 33.5 bhp, this bike embodies speed and agility. With top-notch handling, race-inspired features, and an aerodynamic design, the Apache RTR 310 is built for enthusiasts seeking an exhilarating riding experience.

Yamaha YZF-R15 V4:

Yamaha has been synonymous with performance, and the YZF-R15 V4 carries on that legacy. Armed with a 155cc liquid-cooled engine producing 18.6 bhp, the bike strikes a perfect balance between power and maneuverability. Its fully digital instrument cluster, variable valve actuation, and advanced braking system cater to the tech-savvy riders.

Suzuki Gixxer 250:

Suzuki has upped the ante with the Gixxer 250, a dynamic streetfighter boasting a 249cc engine with 26.1 bhp output. With an eye-catching design and refined performance, the Gixxer 250 is ideal for urban commuting as well as weekend escapades.

KTM 390 Adventure:

KTM's reputation for adrenaline-pumping bikes is exemplified in the 390 Adventure. This tourer comes equipped with a 373cc engine generating 42.9 bhp and offers a plethora of features, including a TFT display, multiple riding modes, and cornering ABS. The 390 Adventure is tailored for adventure enthusiasts who seek versatility and thrill on every ride.

Honda Hornet 2.0:

Honda's Hornet 2.0 is a sporty offering in the 180-200cc segment. Its 184cc engine delivers 17.26 bhp and is equipped with an assist and slipper clutch for smooth gear transitions. The bike's muscular design, LED lighting, and fully digital instrument console complement its energetic performance.

Mahindra Mojo 300:

Mahindra makes a statement with the Mojo 300, a cruiser bike boasting a 294.72cc engine with 25.72 bhp output. Designed for long-distance touring, the Mojo 300 features comfortable ergonomics, a twin-pod instrument cluster, and an inverted front fork for superior handling.

Conclusion:

The Indian bike market is witnessing an exciting surge of new models that cater to diverse preferences and riding styles. From sporty street bikes to powerful cruisers, the latest two-wheelers are equipped with cutting-edge features, striking designs, and improved environmental performance. As the industry continues to evolve, these new bikes in India promise to revolutionize the way we ride, inspiring a new generation of biking enthusiasts to hit the open roads with passion and thrill.

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Chapter 16: Those Closest To Her

July 10th

“… I give you my solemn oath, my fellow Americans, that the people of Chicago do not stand alone in their grief. We feel for you. We are you. This crime shall not go unpunished, I assure you.”

The voice of Carleton Regent, President-for-Life of the New Empire of America, reverberates from the speakers in Gabe’s truck. While it could be said that it’s just the typical assurances a head of state gives at a time of trouble, I can’t help but wonder what’s going through his mind as he delivers those words. Does he believe them himself? Does he know that he’s misleading an entire nation? Does he even care about the supernaturals his government has sentenced to die?

Before I can vocalize these questions to the group in the truck, an announcer comes on advising of a statement coming from Vice President Jennifer Regent. Some throat-clearing is heard, and then she comes on the radio, her voice just as full of acid as it ever was on the campaign trail.

Jennifer Regent, wife of Carleton, Vice President-for-Life: the single-most feared woman in the supernatural world for her position at the head of the SSA.

“Good evening. We have gathered some preliminary information in regards to the culprit of this heinous crime. Security footage we have obtained from around the city shows that it was a supernatural being which flew deliberately into the Sears Tower, causing it to collapse on the rest of the city. Specifically, it was a dragon. Dashboard cameras from the police cruisers who pursued the assailant to a nearby park recorded the emergence of another form of this dragon, which appears to be a female suspect we have identified as one Alanna Sharpe, blond hair, blue eyes, approximately five-foot-five, 125 pounds. The Department of Justice, in concert with the SSA, has placed Alanna Sharpe at the top of the Most Wanted list, and established a $35 million reward for information leading to the capture of this fugitive, dead or alive. The SSA is redoubling its efforts to protect the American public from the supernatural threat; those who feel that supernaturals are not so much of a danger need only see the wreckage in Chicago to understand otherwise.”

Regent makes a dramatic pause, I guess either to catch her breath or wipe the drool from her mouth. There’s no question, she’s chomping at the bit to have someone get me. After a moment, she continues.

“Resistance to the SSA will only result in less mercy. I say this to all supernaturals who may remain within our borders. Your rights as citizens no longer exist. Submit to the SSA, and you will be shown dignity. Resist us, and you will die. We know that this suspect, this Alanna Sharpe, is some kind of icon in the supernatural community, that there are a lot of you who would be willing to lay down their lives to protect her. You do yourselves no favors by harboring this fugitive. She will answer for her crimes.”

“The Vice President will now take questions from the press corps.” The White House spokesman’s voice on the radio breaks up the acidity of the message, but not by much.

Gabe clicks the radio off before sighing. “We’re screwed, unless we have some answers.”

I clutch my legs to my chest. “What kind of answers?”

He rubs his temple. “For starters, exactly what happened to you? Why were you on such a rampage?”

My breathing is picking up. “I don’t know, Gabe. I only know that it happened after those two guys shot me up …” My eyes widen and I grab Gabe’s arm. “Jesus, I just remembered, the one with the needle was him. It was Gerard.”

The others in the back seat rustle among themselves. They know Dr. Benjamin Gerard. They know the story of his involvement with my mother.

“You’re sure?”

“Positive, Gabe. He had the scars and everything. He gave me an injection of something, and then I started growing, and … and all I could do was rage, and destroy stuff, and just lash out. I had no control whatsoever.” My hands cover my face as I sob regretfully. “I’m so sorry, Gabe …”

This seems to have softened the agent up a bit. He puts a hand on my shoulder. “We need to know, Alanna. We need to know how Gerard was able to find you.”

“I don’t know, Gabe … I’ve just been stuck with so many needles lately …”

“Needles … hmm …”

With those thoughtful words, Gabe slams the brakes on the truck, bringing us to a shuddering stop. He reaches around into the back seat to grab Julian.

“YOU!”

Julian’s terrified, I can tell. His hands are on Gabe’s wrist, trying to extract himself. I see something I’ve never seen in Gabe’s eyes: fiery anger.

“This weird stuff started happening the minute we encountered your troop. That’s just too much of a coincidence.” He pulls Julian closer, to see eye-to-eye with him. “Did you pull the trigger on the trank gun?”

“I didn’t, I swear! I’m telling the truth, I don’t want to hurt my granddaughter!”

“We’ll see about that.” The voice of Michi stops Julian cold, as she grabs his wrist in her gloved left hand and closes her eyes. A familiar glow appears … her dad’s taught her well. When she opens her eyes, there’s an expression I can’t quite place, especially on Michi.

Sadness?

“He’s telling the truth.” Her voice cracks slightly. “All of it, Alanna. The story about your mom, the recruitment into the SSA. All of it. He didn’t shoot the gun, but check his left arm because they gave him an injection.”

I have his left arm close to me. Before he can protest, I’m tearing the sleeve off of it. There’s an abnormal lump, right in the middle of the forearm’s underside that looks too perfectly shaped to be natural. I run my fingers along it and find it to be very hard and artificial.

“Is that …?”

Gabe releases Julian’s shirt and looks closer with me. “I think so.” He turns back to the back seat. “Fahaian, would you …?”

His features set and grim, Fahaian nods. Before I know it, his lighter is open, and once the flame kicks on he closes his eyes and concentrates. A small pillar of flame erupts from where the lump is on Julian’s arm, burning away the tissue surrounding the cause. Julian winces from the pain, and I want to hold his hand and comfort him, but I can’t reach it.

The pillar dies down, revealing completely a small, diamond-shaped piece of silicon. There’s an LED on it that’s blinking. Gabe reaches over and picks the chip up gingerly in his fingertips. He scowls deeply.

“This explains a lot. Those bastards.” He crushes the chip in his hand. The light slows, until it finally dies. “This is my technology. That chip was part of the Agency’s WYRMWOOD satellite system. It was designed for communications between agents and home base.”

All of us in the truck realize the implications of this news. Tracker. The SSA has been tracking us.

Julian shakes his head. “I didn’t know …”

I clutch his shoulders. “How could you not know? How could you do this to me?!” I’m angrier at the SSA for doing this to Julian, but he just happens to be taking the brunt of my aggression.

“I didn’t know it would be you, Alanna.” Julian’s starting to weep again. “I had no idea I even had a granddaughter … they told me they wanted me to track a supernatural, that they would follow me. When I discovered it was you … when I found out who you are … I tried like hell to lose my troop. I let you capture me, because I thought you would be able to shield me from them.”

All of this is too much. I need to go back to the Ranch; I need to talk to Aunt Kitty and Durga … about now I’m wishing for another birthday cake. There’s been too much betrayal today: I can only curl up in my seat and cry.

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July 13th

After making our escape from Chicago, we all have decided to regroup at the Ranch. There’s just too much going on, and our party has gotten far too large to continue much further in Gabe’s SUV. A quick call to the Ranch informed us that Uncle Cyrus has had to move it yet again: this time, though, the Avalon gate remained intact and functioning. We need supplies, information … just plain rest.

I need to get a woman’s perspective. I’m looking forward to it as the truck chugs its way over a ridge in the Canadian Rockies, approaching a new plateau where a 134-year-old Wyoming ranch has been transplanted. It feels good to be coming home, but I know that this feeling is all too fleeting. Soon enough, more trouble will come. It always does for us. No exceptions, we have to be ready for anything when it comes to the New Empire.

The first sight I spot from the front seat is Aunt Kitty, waving in the doorway, beckoning to us. I don’t even wait for Gabe to stop the truck: I open the door, wings unfurled, and leap out, flapping my way over to the woman and wrapping my arms tightly around her. For her part, Aunt Kitty just holds me and lets me get my emotions all out there.

“It’s okay, honey, let it out. You’re safe here.”

I hate being such a wimp about this, but after so much has happened, I feel like there isn’t much I can do but vent … crying just happens to be a convenient means of doing it. She quickly escorts me into the house, back toward the dining room, and sits me down at the table.

When I can finally look around me, when I’m calm enough to, I can see the place is even more bustling than it was on my birthday. Many more supernaturals … all of whom are new faces to me … roam around, talk, play card games, and just try to occupy themselves before their time to cross into Avalon comes. Some of them have different accents, and I realize that we must have a number of former-Canadian supernaturals from British Columbia here now.

Aunt Kitty slides a coffee mug filled with orange pekoe tea in front of me, on a saucer. “Here. This helped your mom calm down when she was carrying you … maybe it’ll help you too.”

The mug is steaming, and the tag for the teabag is still hanging along the side. I think I’ll wait for it to steep a little more … “Thanks.”

My voice must have sounded really sad. Aunt Kitty’s sitting down next to me again, her arm around my shoulders. “Want to talk about it, kid?”

I look up at her and nod. “Yeah … but would it be okay if Durga was here too?”

Aunt Kitty gives a bit of a strained smile. Did something happen between them? “Sure, let me grab her. I’ll be right back.”

To my surprise, Aunt Kitty’s version of “right back” takes only about five seconds: Durga had already been looking for us. The woman and the goddess sit down at the table with me. The tea’s finally steeped enough, I think: I take the bag out of it and sip on it. A little on the bitter side, but still good.

“Alanna, are you all right? We heard what had happened in Chicago and grew very worried.” Durga reaches across the table and places a hand on my arm, matching the concern in her voice.

I sigh, and look up at the two women. “I’m at a loss for ideas, and I was hoping you could help me.”

The door opens, and the rest of the traveling party storms in with all the grace of a herd of elephants. I motion toward them when I see Julian enter.

“See that old guy there?”

Both Aunt Kitty and Durga turn and follow where I’m pointing. Aunt Kitty finally says, “yeah, I see him. Who is that?”

I sigh deeply. “Well … Michi confirmed this, but after talking for a long while I found out he’s my grandfather.”

Aunt Kitty seems taken aback. “You’re kidding …” She looks again. “That’s Ariel’s dad?”

Durga seems unfazed by this information. “Family is quite important to all of us, Alanna. Do not let his re-entry into your life disrupt you.”

I try to smile at Durga … clearly she is trying to comfort me without all of the information. “That’s what makes this hurt more … he was an SSA trooper, so that was weird. But the SSA put … I dunno, some kind of tracker in him, so they could find me … then when we were in Chicago, I got … I got ambushed and …”

I can’t go on. The memories are too fresh and too painful. I surrender to a fitful wave of sobbing. My arm, at the injection point where Gerard put his garbage into me, stings. Before long I’m aware of Aunt Kitty wrapping an arm around my shoulders again.

“So what happened in Chicago, it was …”

I sniffle and try to continue the story. “It was Dr. Gerard, the guy who messed with Mom. He said he was ‘finishing the job,’ then injected me with some stuff, and the next thing I knew I was a dragon blasting through the Sears Tower, with absolutely no control.” I turn toward Durga. “That’s one of the big things right now, if I grow into that beast again I’m afraid I won’t be able to control her.”

Durga strokes her chin thoughtfully. She looks up at Aunt Kitty. “Should I give it to her?”

Aunt Kitty looks stunned. “Give what …?”

Durga shrugs. “You know … it.”

Aunt Kitty’s eyes widen. “You can’t be serious … what the hell are you thinking?!”

This has my interest piqued, through my despair. “What’s ‘it?’”

Both of them are now aware that they’ll need to explain to me. It winds up being Aunt Kitty, with a voice which shows her dislike of the topic. “What Durga here is trying to say is that we need to give you a power that you’ll have knowledge of how to control. When she did her thing on me to turn me into a tiger ...” Aunt Kitty shoots an icy glare across the table to the goddess before continuing. “… she endowed to me most of the knowledge I needed to know about the different form I would have, how to use the power best, what to expect, that sort of thing.”

I sigh and look at the two of them. They seem like they’re fighting over something having to do with this revelation. “Is there something I should know?”

Aunt Kitty purses her lips. “I don’t know … is there, Durga?” The voice is very venomous.

Durga simply rolls her eyes and sighs. “All right, all right … when I gave Kitty her powers, she wanted to have more strength, to match up with her male teammates. By the end of her time as my servant, though, the power became too much of a burden for her.”

Aunt Kitty growls slightly. “Getting killed and resurrected four times kinda makes a girl cranky, y’know.”

“The point is,” Durga continues over Aunt Kitty’s protest, “when Kitty met Cyrus, when she started falling in love with him, then my gift to her became a liability. After Monument Valley, she begged me to take the power away from her, pleaded her case very convincingly I might add.” Durga glares back at Aunt Kitty again. “Against my better judgment, I gave in to her and took the power back. She married Cyrus, had Michika, and so on and so forth. The problem is the power is not mine to use. I must confer it upon someone … I’ve been searching for a host for the power, and you might be a prime candidate.”

This … is unexpected.

Do I really want to have to deal with upping the ante on my supernatural nature? I already have two powers to deal with between the dragon and the Guardsman … do I really need three?

I put my hands up. “Sorry … maybe someone else would be interested, but not me. I’ve already got enough on my plate … Durga, I wanted to ask you to help me control the dragon, not to give me your servant’s powers.”

Durga looks put off for a second, then simply smiles. “Ah well. Worth a try.”

Aunt Kitty looks almost livid. “You know I’m only letting you stay here as a courtesy to Gabe, right? I can kick your ass out of this place without a second thought.”

“And I’m sure you wouldn’t want to leave poor Alanna without guidance, am I right?”

“I’ll train her, by God!”

“Really? You think you can handle that much power?”

“I did for long enough, didn’t I? If you weren’t so damn …”

The two of them are really getting into it. I suppose that even if you’re on friendly terms, being forced into close proximity for too long might make you snap, especially if you have a past like those two have. I don’t even try to excuse myself; I simply take my teacup and move away from the brewing argument. I’m no closer to knowing what to do.

In the next room, I see the others relaxing. None of them sense my approach, but I can hear their discussion. Gabe sits on the couch in front of the fireplace, with Michi. William’s on the floor in front of the couch. I don’t see Julian or Fahaian: they must be off somewhere. Maybe Fahaian is moving my grandfather into a room. The mood is somber among my friends. None of us knows what to do next.

Gabe is the first one I hear speak. “There’s not much we can do within the borders. The SSA is actively searching for her, even as we speak. It’s not going to be long before the Regents convince Congress to invade.”

William turns. “Is the refuge safe?”

Gabe nods. “I spoke to Cyrus, he said he brought the refuge with the Ranch this time around.”

William noticeably relaxes, as do I. No need to worry about Grandmother and the others now.

“But how are they going to find us, if the chip’s gone from Julian?” Michi seems level-headed in asking this question … more than I am right now, that’s for sure.

“That’s the thing … Alanna mentioned she was injected, and we know it was at least two times. God knows what they’re shooting her up with, in addition to whatever caused her to hulk out. Whether it’s in the tranquilizer dart she got hit with or whatever Gerard shot her up with, the fact is there’s a possibility that the New Empire can now track Alanna.”

My heart sinks. Will I be the one to betray us all?

William, I can see, has that same thought. He looks stricken. “We can’t abandon her, Gabe. I refuse to do that.”

Gabe pats William’s shoulder. “I know, and hopefully we won’t have to, but we need to be prepared for that possibility. I hate to do this to her …”

Michi sounds like she’s whimpering, in anticipation of Gabe’s words.

“… but we will need to tell Alanna to lie low for a while, and possibly give up looking for her parents, at least until we can be sure she’s not being tracked. It’s safest for her, as well as for us.”

I don’t stay long enough to hear the replies. Once Gabe has the sentence out, I’m already running for the hallway, past the dining room where Aunt Kitty and Durga are escalating their argument, past the workshop, past all of the familiar, comforting rooms of the Ranch. I don’t stop running until I reach my room, slamming the door and locking it tightly against cold reality.

Under the watchful eyes of the trophies in the room, I bawl. I can’t risk this, I can’t put my friends … my family … those I love in danger. It’s not their fault they’re my friends.

Michi … sweet Michika, my best friend … still learning to control the magic her father’s lineage gives her access to. She would be no match for a full-scale invasion of the Ranch. If Fahaian helped her, maybe she would survive and escape to fight again …

Aunt Kitty is just a regular person now … Uncle Cyrus is still powerful, but will he be able to fight to his fullest ability if he has to protect her as well?

William …

I sit up in the bed, clarity hitting me hard. I know what has to be done. God, I wish it didn’t have to come to this, but I have to do it. I flip on the only light in the room, a small desk lamp, and pull out a sheet of paper.

If there’s anyone I want to know what’s going on, it’s him.

I can feel the tears welling up in my eyes as I reach for a pen and write the note.

Dear William,

I know this will probably piss you off like nothing else will, but I have to do it. I can’t risk the safety of my friends or family any longer. By the time you read this, I will be on my way to Traverse City to find the SSA facility. I have to go alone, because I can’t bear the thought of any of you getting hurt because you’re with me. Not Michi, not Gabe, not Fahaian, not Julian, not you.

Especially not you.

Please don’t come after me. If Gabe tries, stop him. Don’t follow me. It’s for your own safety that I beg you not to follow. I don’t expect to survive this encounter, should I even reach the facility. I’ll likely be outmatched, even as the Guardswoman. If Scolar is there, then it’ll be all the worse.

I’ve been avoiding this decision, even though it’s the only one I can make, because I know it will be a difficult one to live with. It’ll be very hard for me, not only to leave all of you behind, but to know that I may not return. I’ve cried enough over those who I have been unable to save, over those who have betrayed and abandoned me.

Please know these things, William. I am not abandoning you. I am still wholeheartedly fighting the New Empire, to my dying breath. The friendship and trust of my friends is of more value to me than anything else in this whole world.

For three months, William, you have shown me what life could have been like if we were normal teenagers. If we had never been born as supernaturals, if we had been allowed to grow up at a regular pace, if we had grown up together, attended school, been friends. You have shown me something more precious than the greatest treasure imaginable. You have given me love … love like I have never thought possible.

Again, please don’t follow me. I do this of my own free will. I do this to preserve your life, to preserve the lives of all of our friends, of all the supernaturals.

I love you.

Alanna

My tears are flowing freely and completely once I get to the end of the note. I fold it once and step out of the room. William’s room is three doors down from mine: I write his name on the outside of the paper and slide it between the door and the jamb.

Wanting to avoid talking to anyone else, I slip out a window. Once outside, I relax myself and feel the dragon start to grow. Before I get too big, the Sword’s belt gets slipped around my forearm, so that I’ll have it with me. When I’ve completed my transformation, I spread my wings and fly.

Toward oblivion.

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