#electropulse

[autumnbrambleagain]

another in-game in-character meme made by my lancer pilot

including some choice hate-mail we got for killing some racist separatists that someone was trying to use like pawns

can't use pawns if hurricane cluster missiles snowc crash energized swarm electropulse

[skinstudioorlando]

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[greysprofile]

Xcom long war meld

#Xcom long war meld mod#

#Xcom long war meld full#

#Xcom long war meld Pc#

#Xcom long war meld mod#

Also unlike MEC troopers, gene mod soldiers can be tested for psionics and if they are gifted, the psionics will stack with their gene mod abilities. Any soldier can become a gene mod soldier with the exception of MEC troopers, provided the player has sufficient resources to augment them. Unlike the MEC trooper, gene mod soldiers retain their previous class. Gene ModsĮnemy Within allows players to enhance their soldiers effectiveness using gene mods. MEC troopers require a new structure, the Cybernetics Lab, to be build. Moving, firing or using abilities will negate the cover.

#Xcom long war meld full#

MEC troopers can also provide full cover for squad mates by activating One for All. It allows the unit to fire with the intent of breaking down cover at a very high ammo consumption rate. MEC troopers can also use an ability called Collateral Damage, which is a much asked about feature since Enemy Unknown has been released. Some of the choices are between a flamethrower, which does 6 damage in a cone in front of the trooper Kinetic Strike Module, which does 12 damage to a target in close range Grenade Launcher, which allows grenades to be fired much further than when thrown Restorative Mist, which heals multiple squad mates Electropulse, which is an area of effect attack for damage and stunning robotic units and Proximity Mines. Choices must be made how the player wants to equip their MEC trooper. MEC units employ a variety of new abilities as well as inherent high health. MEC troopers also inherit an ability depending on the class they were before they became a MEC trooper. The soldier loses all their abilities in their current class when they are transformed into a MEC trooper, but retain their rank. Any soldier, except Rookies, can be turned into MEC troopers, provided players have sufficient resources to create them. MEC troopers are large mech-type soldiers that still take up the same space (one tile) as all other soldiers. XCOM has a new class in addition to the preexisting Assault, Support, Heavy and Sniper called the MEC trooper (Mechanized Exoskeleton Cybersuit). UnitsĮnemy Within features new units on both the XCOM side as well as the Alien faction. The aim of this feature is to have XCOM be more clearly about a multi-national operation, whereas in Enemy Unknown all soldiers spoke American English. The player can customize any soldier to speak in any language in the game: English, French, Italian, German, Spanish, Russian, and Polish. It can be activated or left alone in Enemy Within, similar to Slingshot.Įnemy Within adds a much requested feature, which is the ability to let operatives speak in their native languages. It was originally planned to release for Enemy Unknown separately, but withheld due to Slingshot's poor fan reception. For Xbox 360 and PlayStation 3, it is a standalone game that is bundled with the 'Elite Soldier Pack', DLC that enables players to further customize units and 'Slingshot', a set of three unique Council Missions that feature a special soldier.Įnemy Within includes 'Operation Progeny', a content pack similar to the Slingshot DLC.

#Xcom long war meld Pc#

The game is DLC on PC and Mac, meaning the player needs Enemy Unknown in addition to Enemy Within to play. In an interview, Garth Deangelis, producer on Enemy Within, said that the expansion could be seen as a 'Director's Cut' to Enemy Unknown. Enemy Within featured the same story progress of the same invasion from Enemy Unknown, but added more features, units, abilities, resources, and maps. It is a expansion pack to XCOM Enemy Unknown. XCOM Enemy Within was announced on August 21st, 2013, with a release date of November 12th that year.

[oonajaeadira]

If You Will Let My Heaven Touch Your Stars (Ezra x f!reader)

Rating: Mature. 

Pairing: Ezra (Prospect film) x f!reader

Warnings: FLUFFY SMUT. INSPIRED BY THIS. Non-explicit oral (m and f receiving). Formatting may be strange in certain Tumblr themes due to paragraph spacing with the poetry.

A/N: Okay, y’all. I was looking for another reason to write some Ezra. I got inspired by this naughty confessional post and felt the need to rise to the challenge, but make it a bit soft. You know I’m allergic to writing physical doings without some emotional yearnings. So it has come to this. And I’m not sorry.

Summary: Ezra runs his mouth over some poetry. You run your mouth over some Ezra.

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You know that sigh. It will be shortly followed by a gravelly, dissatisfied “hm.”

“Hm.” 

Next will come the impatient flipping of pages as Ezra learns that the book he’s chosen from the stack he got in trade on the Pug is…”less than literary and more than malignant.”

“What’cha reading, Ez.” The main node on the electropulse generator blew during the last harvest and you’ve been doing your best to repair it for the better part of the scaling period. Better to keep eyes on the electrics than let them wander over to his bedroll where he’s stripped to his skivvies, propped up against a crate, reading.

The rotation of Ranakh-4 is almost sixty hours, and in the north hemisphere there’s always light. Should be perfect for prospectors to take shifts and get things done, but instead, it creates a scaling period--a good fifteen-hour window of intense heat and sunlight that’s too dangerous to be exposed to for long, causing lots of nasty side effects. Including skin scaling. Hence the name. So during that period you and Ezra hide in the cooled tent, sleeping, polishing gems, maintaining equipment, wasting time, and generally trying not to annoy each other too much.

That’s a joke between you. In the years you’ve known him, Ez has yet to get under your skin. Ezra’s usually up for a game of dice or five-stand during scaling period, and if you’ve got gear to clean or inventory to count, he’s good for a story. Or ten.

But after the third rotation he stopped playing games of chance with you and his stories got gradually less... crusty. He still had a lot to say, but he stuck mostly to mining anecdotes, weaving around salacious details and editing himself in the moment.

And you’re pretty sure you know why.

This isn’t the first posting you’ve had with Ezra.

There was the assignment on Phintreas. The job on TG-19. The second assignment on Phintreas--that one it was just the two of you. Just like this one. 

There was a moment near the end of that run when you took a break from digging to stretch, arching your back in the dappled sunlight and pulling your arms up and back toward the thick foliage tops. There were singing insectoid creatures on Phintreas and you’d dropped your wrists to your head to listen to their song a little, closing your eyes and hearing in their hum the chords of a song you used to love.

It was just a few seconds, the warm air on your bare shoulders, the long thin trees--actually large grass--rising and swaying above. A pleasant stretch in your lower back. But there was something off. Your ears were full of insect song but there was something missing. 

The sound of Ezra’s digging had stopped.

You turned to find him taking a break, leaning on his shovel, jumpsuit open and pulled down to a knot at his waist like yours. Dirt-streaked arms and undershirt, looking at you, staring with sad eyes, the long slopes of his mustache running into his patchy beard making him look like he was pouting more than he was. Probably. Totally lost in thought, his eyes slid down your torso. When he woke to the fact that you caught him using you as a backdrop for reverie, he didn’t even have the balls to be embarrassed. Just realigned his focus on his shovel and went back to digging, the veins straining out on his big hands.

“You okay, Ez?”

“As well as one can be, sweetheart. I feel we’re close. It is a fine day full of wonderments.”

You’d thought about that look in the days afterward. Didn’t really know what it meant for you. Until the final sleep cycle on that grass planet, the wind traveling through the fields making the grasses sing hollow and low in the night. 

“What’cha reading, Ez?” You’d come to learn that it was a magic question, one that not only got you an explanation, but perhaps a chapter or two in his baritone twang.

And that night, as you packed your final bag, he swung the spine around to read out, “Papas Cordel, Love Verses.”

He didn’t ask you if you wanted to hear any. He just started to read.

Softly. Slowly. The words were innocuous on their own but their combination was sinful, his voice melting at the back of your brain, lifting the fine hairs of your neck, slithering down your spine before making an orbit to press upon your core and vibrate there. 

He never said goodnight. Just read you a few poems full of worship and yearning in that sonorous voice of his, then rolled over and went to sleep. It left you in a panic, trying to control your breathing, in full understanding of what that look from a few days ago had really meant.

And for the duration of your next couple of jobs you spent some time in regret, wishing you’d decoded your feelings sooner or that he’d made his own clearer. You’d vowed that if you ever had the chance to go back and live that night again you wouldn’t hesitate to….what? To do what? You never got that far. Didn’t matter. Time doesn’t go backwards. After a while, it was easy enough to convince yourself that you’d just read too much into it, that you didn’t really feel anything and neither did Ez. He had just been tired and staring into space that day. And he’d just been aesthetically moved by the song of the grasses in the night wind. It was a trick of the light, and the more you rationalized it, the further the memory slipped into the realm of silly fantasy.

So when this assignment came, you’d had time enough to leave the fantasy behind and met Ezra as you always had--as a friend and a damn talented prospector you were happy to dig with. The man always got his haul and getting paired with him always meant profit.

It only took one scaling period to make you realize you were lying to yourself. 

Scaling period means getting somewhere shaded and cooled and making yourself as comfortable as possible. Which means stripping down to essentials. All those dice games trying not to look at Ezra’s broad, bared chest, looking up from a hand of cards to find his eyes quickly darting away from you…. By the third rotation you’d noticed that neither of you could make eye contact with the other anymore and after that, Ezra generally spent his downtime during scaling periods laying on his bedroll in his skivvs, reading one of the dozen books he’d scavenged back on the station.

You weren’t sure if you were flattered or embarrassed or even injured that he wouldn’t move on whatever he was tense about. But, ultimately, this arrangement was easier.

Or so you lied to yourself.

A “what’cha reading, Ez” got you a few chapters of an old time-travel adventure or a philosophical treatise on the life of some forgotten pioneer while you mended a garment or recounted the supply of viable drill bits or tried to fix the damn faulty electropulse generator for the millionth time. Something rollicking and full of resonance to keep your ears busy and your mind distracted while you focused your eyes on anything but Ezra’s bronze skin and sable eyes and full lips and big hands and thick thighs and--

This time he clicks his tongue and runs a hand through his hair, humming a high note in a kind of frustrated laugh. “I won’t devastate your ears on this one, sweetheart. Not much of interest here but some poor soul ruttin’ and scraping for talent that eludes them. How this found its way into a thing to be bought and sold I will never understand.”

And yet, he keeps reading. Silently.

After a few minutes and another wire successfully cleaned and reconnected, you repeat yourself, taunting him.

“What’cha reading, Ez.”

“Mm.” He just flips through a few more pages, refusing to answer.

“Hey.” You chuckle into your work. “What’cha reading.” 

You hear a huge intake of breath before a hold and a forced release.

“Wow,” you laugh. “Fine. Don’t waste breath on it. Just tell me which one it is so I can avoid it later.”

“Love and other Stars by Aeon Aido Raja.”

“I see. What’s it about?”

“Sadly, it is about a poet who cannot seem to make the match between words and sentiment; a volume of supposed amorous verse.”

“Amorous verse,” your hands stop working on their own. “Love...poetry?” There’s a sudden flashback to the sound of hollow reeds and soothing verses in the night. The words are a program in your brain, overwriting your inhibition and professionalism, pushing you to a deeply-coded goal to calm the flutter in your chest.

“So it claims. Although I fear it lacks full understanding of both--” His voice cuts out as he realizes you’ve stood and you’re moving toward him and his wide eyes lock to yours as you sit beside him on the bedroll. “Now what has gotten into you, sweetheart?”

You know exactly what’s gotten into you. The triggered wish of returning to that night, the built-up tension of dancing around each other in your underwear, trying to deny what’s going on, watching him purposefully respect you when you know he feels something, when he knows you do too--

What was it you were going to do if you had a chance to go back to that last night on the grass planet? Time to find out.

“Read to me.”

Ezra hesitates, unsure. “This?”

“Read it.”

His eyes flick down to follow the quick fold of your lips as you wet them with your tongue, unconsciously mimicking you, before fumbling his gaze back to the book and, with a regretful sigh, begins.

“I have never told you When your lips found my own I have never told you My dearest--

“Walking through the light of a moon in decline-- Can you blame me if I steal your kiss? If I call you to my side before it collides with the ground?”

When he looks for your reaction, you’re not sure if he’s pleading with you for permission to stop or continue.

Shit. He’s right. It isn’t great. But you’re here now, you’re going to make the most of it.

“That’s not...so bad.” And then you find out what you would have done that night--or at least how you’d start--by showing him your raised palm, lowering it slowly toward him. “Tell me if you want me to stop.” Your hand travels down through the air, just to the inch above his skivvs, waiting a moment in the aura of radiated heat there, before settling lightly over him. He never says no, never takes his eyes from yours, the only reaction coming from a small lift in his chest, the corner of his mouth curling just a fraction, and the fabric beneath your hand quickly becoming the only thing there to qualify as soft.

“Sweetheart, what you’re beginning here--”

“The only words I want from you are that poem. I want to hear you read. You stop, I stop.”

The heat hangs heavy between you, burns beneath your hand. And with a huffed exhale, Ezra starts again.

“I have never told you When your lips found my own I have never told you My dearest--

“Walking through the light of a moon in decline-- Can you blame me if I steal your kiss? If I call you to my side before it collides with the ground?”

Supporting him from underneath, you’ve begun running your thumb up and down him, and his breath hitches, bringing him to a stop. So you stop.

“You stop, I stop, Ez.”

“Believe me, gentle one, I do not wish the impediment of your affections--”

“Then don’t stop.”

In a beautiful panic, Ezra looks back to the poem. “You sure you want this one?”

You nod. “I don’t care how good it is. That’s the poem I want. Keep going. I've always liked your voice. I know you can make it pretty.”

He stares at the page a moment, and you push him--literally--gasping into a start.

“If ever I could tell you When my heaven touched your stars If ever I could tell you Beloved--”

You stop palming him when he stops to breathe, and it’s only when you trace his waistband with your fingertips that he swallows and continues, willing you to keep going--

“Waking in the night to the aching void of your embrace-- Can you forgive me if I plead your name? If I summon you to my body from wherever you are?”

Whether it’s the want in his voice or just getting further into the words, the poem is already getting better. His eyebrows begin to push together and arch, as you stretch the top of his underwear down, wrapping your hand around him. His words start riding the occasional groan which just resonate with you more and you rock yourself against the bedroll in time with your gentle, yearning pulls--

“You hold me adroitly With accurate proximity To keep your breath and my breath Two founts and one pool. To swim a in star-reflective stream of our holy recreation--”

He’s doing so well, the words wandering out deep and breathy, so beautifully controlled...until you lower your mouth to him.

Then there’s a strangled staccato grunt as he adjusts, takes a couple of quick breaths and continues--

“But your body is a.....wildfire Your lips a destruction And I give my everything over to your….cleansing devastation.”

Oh, his struggle is glorious. You can feel him trying not to buck, needing to blow out a breath between pursed lips here and there to concentrate on the print. He reads with intent, leaning into context and feeling, making a gift to you of every word.

“I have yearned for you to find me worthy of a spark An ignition... The rebirth of your combustible attentions.”

He pauses again to breathe, and while you allow him a small reprieve, he’s stopped a little too long and you abruptly halt. When you pull back to look up in reprimand, he gives you a soft smile through his panting, shaking his head in wonder. You know he’ll have plenty of praises when this is over, but he doesn’t seem to want to break the spell to say them now. When you return his little smile, he looks back to the page and continues, prompting you to return to your own administrations.

“How you draw from me each sweet effusion-- Every secret vein untapped-- Now yours in expert execution, Now open to your burning maw.”

He pushes through the poetry rather than into you, allowing you to hear him and match him. Your body begins to counter-react as you feel him brimming, turning on more need in you than you’ve felt in a while, and you show him just how well he’s doing by doing well by him. 

There’s a shift in his voice as more breath enters in and nonverbal noises begin to punctuate the words; a shift in his body as his fingers tangle in your hair and grip tightly, suggesting a final rhythm-- 

“But within the fire An aperture of...divine precipitation Where those of us who live untouched Can go to drown To die To howl…..! To see the blessed face of eternity Or the….busting open….of a thousand….wretched….stars-- You-call-me-to-sinful-prayer You-invoke-my-abject-soul I find myself in debt…!...and thrall…!... to your superior…!...divinity--”

When he stops reading this round, you show mercy as he pounds his fist into the bedroll and makes his own additions to the poem, exclamations made up of your name and curses and calls to higher powers. You can only expect a man to expel from himself wondrously one method at a time, and Ezra’s earned his reward so beautifully.

Damn his opinion. The poem was perfect. You chose correctly. Either that, or Ez’s tongue really can spin any old refuse into gold.

But the book is still held high, and as you lift from him and guide him through his aftershocks with your hand, he breathes heavy though the final verse--

“This is how I love you from afar With agony and forlorn words While you hover forever in my purview A shaft of dazzling incandescence Shining down from your sun/star Through the glass of my desire Starts and restarts an everlasting blaze”

Then, setting the book reverently on the bedroll, he takes your face in his hands, dragging his thumbs across your lips, no longer needing the page for the last lines.

“If ever I could tell you And if you will let my heaven touch your stars If ever I could tell you Beloved--”

Ezra’s kiss is achingly grateful. He tries to put into one kiss the loving equivalent of everything you’ve just done for him.

When he pulls back, he gives you the tiniest rough shake, a punctuation of his playful consternation. “Mmm,” he grunts. “While I am glad to know you find my recitals pleasing, you’re about to find out that my talent for oral ministrations do not stop at mere recitation.” With a miner’s strong arms he flips you over him onto the bedroll, making short work of your underwear and pinning your legs around his shoulders in a matter of seconds. “Now, I will not be so cruel as to make you put words to my reciprocation, unless you’d like to fill the silence to direct me to your will. Or say what you please. I will not be able to add to the conversation as I will be otherwise occupied.”

You don’t know if it’s years of running his mouth or wagging his tongue or yapping his jaw, but he’s well practiced in using allllll the muscles therein to help finish what poetry couldn’t quite accomplish.

At one point you think of surprising him and trying your own hand at reading while being entertained. But when you fumble for the book, it opens to the same poem.

But not the same poem.

The opening lines are there: “I have never told you When your lips found my own I have never told you My dearest--Walking through the light of a moon in decline--Can you blame me if I steal your kiss? If I call you to my side before it collides with the ground?”

And that’s it.

That’s where it ends. The whole published poem--a mere seven lines.

Oh, Kevva. That’s...that means….

Damn, Ezra. The mouth on you.

The book drops to the bedroll.

And you break into pieces as his heaven masterfully consumes your stars.

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[lesbianfreyja]

plants emit electropulses that sound like music & the first thing humans did after taking care of basic needs was inventing songs and stories & wild animals on freshly developed lands are too unafraid of people & random strays will follow people home for life & if you want, you can have a little companion pet follow you around your house

[finalgirlkateausten]

Don’t Move

Warnings: mentions of sex trafficking

Scott and Hope regularly have missions without the other Avengers, but their solo missions (well, partner missions) aren’t usually on as big of a scale as this. But Hope found out that a sex trafficking ring would be moving through the Bay Area, and they didn’t have enough time to coordinate the whole team, and now they’re taking on the whole ring with only each other for backup.

Ant-Man and the Wasp are a pretty powerful duo, though so Scott doesn’t miss having the others. It’s kind of nice, fighting crime with just his girlfriend by his side. And he thinks it’s going well, too.

It’s going well until he grows to normal size at just the wrong time.

Some foreign, hard object presses into the back of his neck, and a hand tightens around his bicep. Scott gulps.

“Hey, Thumbelina!” The man holding him growls. His breath smells too strongly of mouthwash. Scott has a bad feeling about this.

Scott doesn’t see Hope, but he does see the arc of electricity that’s her ‘sting’. Only, when it hits the guy holding him, it diffuses over his clothing. The bad feeling grows.

“I wanna see you, Tinkerbell,” the man orders. “Now. Or he gets it.”

Scott decides now is as good a time as any to shrink. But when he tries, the thing against his neck tases him, and he’s paralyzed for far too long, still big.

What the hell?

He sees Hope appear in front of them, and through her mask, he can see that her eyes are wide. It’s quickly becoming clear that this is some sort of setup. Hope moves slowly towards Scott, and he winces as the metal thing presses into his neck again.

“Don’t move,” his captor commands. “Stay right there if you like it when he breathes.”

“Who are you?” Hope demands.

“I’m someone who’s interested in something a lot more profitable than prostitutes,” he chuckles. To someone else, he says, “grab her.”

Scott struggles as soon as the people in the shadows reach for Hope, but another electropulse hits him, longer this time. He’s panting by the time it’s over, and when he regains brain power, he sees Hope is now caught in a similar position.

God, no.

“Let’s move,” the boss growls. “I’m sure these two have a lot to tell us… even if we have to persuade them.”

The paralysis device shocks Scott again, and he can only grind his teeth as he and Hope are dragged through the dark hall.

[woodqueen40]

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[kashilp]

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[nixalegos]

⚔

Send me ⚔ to have my muse describe a piece of their equipment in detail!

“So I only usually carry one of these at any given time. This, is a ‘Goblinoid Resonant Electro-Neural Automatic Dancing Emitter’. I know what you’re thinking. Felscythe. You’re a serious person. You go around being all dark and broody everywhere, why are you carrying a party grenade as a staple piece of equipment?”“Easy. I am not the only person who takes themselves seriously. Read any manual of war, and it will tell you that the easiest way to best another, is to have them lose their cool. And you know what serious people hate? Being made a fool. Being mocked. Being shown how ridiculous they are. If they have the ability to think and move, this device will cause a small electropulse that implants a spontaneous compulsion to dance. I’ve wired my own with a favorite goblin dance beat. Very catchy, very loud. The kind of tune that really -sticks- with you.”“Sure, plenty of people can fight while dancing. Again, I only carry one. But it’s almost as good as a flashbang when used on groups. Particularly those who favor mass summoning of lesser demons or animals. The -caster- might be able to resist the boogie shivering down their spine, but their demons, who are already having their willpower strangled by their summoner? Not so much. Much disarray and embarrassment to be had. Animals as well, hoping around and listening to their instincts? Can’t hear a whistled command to attack or retreat. Plus it really ruins a murderous mood. And if my goal is to not be harmed, and I can make my attacker lose any and all gusto with a spontaneous dance? Well. It’s a win in my book.”

Thanks @astralfox0893!

[postpunkindustrial]

1. Electropulse – 4.7 ; 7”: voices 2. Truus de groot – big bad wipe out ; LP: the wave widows Truus de Groot - Fan Page 3. Plus Instruments – big man ; LP: februari – april '81 4. Plus instruments – manhattan ; LP: februari – april ‘81 5. No honey from these – butterflies ; LP: S.M. Nurse – 30th anniversary: 1980-1983 S.M. NURSE 6. Tangible joy – some say i’m drunk (but i’m only in love) ; 7”: movement Henk Wallays 7. Vita Noctis – something new – something new ; LP: no place for you Zoltan Freitag 8. Vita noctis – serial killer ; LP: no place for you 9. Luminance – seeds ; LP: the cold rush 10. Luminance – the twin gods ; LP: sans visage 11. LED ER EST – housefire at zumi’s ; LP: the diver 12. Led er est – port isabel ; LP: dust on common 13. Figure study – bad side ; LP: figure study Dark Entries Records April Chalpara Nathan Antolik 14. Figure study – answers ; LP: figure study 15. The Frozen Ducks – green train ; LP: frozen ducks 16. Thick pigeon – dog ; 7”: dog Onderstroom Records 17. Berlin blondes – neon probe ; LP: berlin blondes 18. Young marble giants – the man amplifier ; LP: colossal youth 19. Kate b – breakdown ; 7”: breakdown Frank De Wulf 20. Snowy Red official – opium ; LP: snowy red 21. Peine Perdue – cerceaux ; LP: disparitions 22. Marie Davidson – exces de vitesse ; LP: un autre voyage 23. Deux – le camion ; LP: decadence 24. Reserve – destination pour l’inconnu ; 7” 25. Les sourires trompeurs – pervertis par mark e ; LP: A Tribute To The Fall - Perverted By Mark E. (v.a.) 26. The fall – U.S. 80’ – 90s ; LP: bend sinister 27. Nagamatzu – carmine ; LP: sacred islands of the mad 28. Psychotic tanks – security idiots ; 7” 29. Isolation Ward – dangerous ; Cassette: FM-BX society tape 001 30. The scabs – is this life? ; EP: here’s to you, gang!

[megaman-x-unit49]

Red Thunder is a Maverick Hunter with a special ability called Emergency Acceleration System (EAS), that allows him to achieve extreme speed for a short period. Originally, he had his Electropulse Anklets, and later got an upgrade to have more of these devices in his arms and shoulders. Once charged, they can be activated along with the EAS to release strong electromagnetic pulses that can fry nearby machines and even sensitive internal parts of Mechaniloids and Reploids, staggering them, although Red Thunder is also stunned in the process. Despite that, Red Thunder is very confident about his own abilities and thinks his speed is unmatchable - to prove that, he might take a seemingly impossible task if it challenges this belief. He sees every mission as a chance to improve himself while he still cares about his colleagues. After an incident with the arms dealer named Maestro and the criminals Dikho & Scatho in 2187, his unit was killed and Red Thunder pledged to get vengeance. He became very intolerant to injustice and started to deny mercy even to regretful enemies, unlike X.

That's a drastic change in his palette, because I realized he had way too similarities with Flash (DC) and a color scheme very close to Zero. Since the lightning bolts released by him are actually rose, I made an inversion so the bolt details are in the right color instead of gold. I've been wanting to give him a better name, but was not able to come up with anything so far. What do you think? This redesign might be implemented in the comics in Season 3, as him and other Maverick Hunters will receive upgrades.

Begin reading Mega Man X: Unit 49: List of all chapters

My DeviantArt

[lightningprotection]

What is an ESE lightning rod?

An Early Streamer Emission air terminal is an external lightning protection system with innovative technology. These ESE connectors are also known as lightning rods. The lightning bolt starts with a downward leader, which propagates in jumps in any direction. When the electrical surge approaches the device, it can hit any object. The aim of the lightning rod is to be the point of discharge in order to achieve a controlled impact without damage. The ESE lightning rod uses a series of 4 towers to emit a continuous upward leader with upward-advancing leaders to anticipate and capture lightning before it strikes any building. A downward leader that anticipates an upward leader in an ESE determines the protection radius of the ESE terminal. The larger the distance between the two leaders, the higher above ground level the downward leader is captured, thus preventing lightning strikes in a larger area.

How does a DAT CONTROLER ESE air terminal work?

DAT CONTROLER is an electropulsant lightning rod with the last generation ESE certified for a supported current of 20 impacts 100kA (10 / 350μs). The ESE air terminals contain an electropulsing generator which emits electrical impulses. In normal conditions the generator stays in standby mode. When storm conditions initiate, the generator goes to precontrol state. The downward leader is within the range of the lightning rod and then an upward leader is formed, creating a path for the discharge. When a lightning bolt strikes a building, it passes through the outside of the metallic frame and through the gap to conduct itself towards the ground, without damaging the internal circuit.

When is an Early Streamer Emission air terminal recommended?

The ESE air terminals DAT CONTROLER and DAT CONTROLER REMOTE can be installed anywhere, providing a desired and controlled point of impact for a lightning strike. Besides, the ESE air terminals allows protecting the opened areas, as well as the objects located on the building rooftop and in the surroundings due to the fact that the time of advance provides a largest protection volume.

Standards for ESE air terminal

There are specific standards for lightning protection by means of Ese air terminals. Many countries have their own standard on ESE which coexist in turn with other national and international lightning protection standards.

[jolenesiana]

Oh Joey, you left this earth way too soon… We haven’t spoken in such a long time…you seemed happy and healthy then, and I was happy for you. I am grateful to have known you. I will always hold our conversations close to my heart…when I first moved to NYC and life was so precarious for me. You told me I would succeed. You were silly and wise, reflective and intense…so prolific and driven… and obviously, an incredible and iconic artist… I loved talking to you about music. You always lit up when we discussed music. From inspirations growing up…the poppy and the dark…This Mortal Coil…the music and the meaning. The “Blood” album and that cover of “Help Me Lift You Up”…and all of the comfort that those sad songs would provide…we lost touch, but I always thought we would meet again…at a concert or something… but you know I love you. I know that you do. Rest In Peace JJ. 💔 *** Joey would often ask me and mutual friends to burn mix CDs of our favorite songs for him. Traci @pepper_somerset has some fun stories about that too…I once received one in return…it’s comforting to have a little something personal to remember him by. Thank you J @thejoeyjordison . 🎧😌🖤🎶 1.Anthem— Assemblage 23 2. Electropulse—Fairlight Children 3. Before You Came Along—Fairlight Children 4. Standing—VNV Nation 5. Beloved—VNV Nation 6. The Line Begins To Blur—Nine Inch Nails 7. Legion—VNV Nation 8. Poisonous Friend—Seabound 9. Kingdom—VNV Nation 10. I Am The Rain—Assemblage 23 11. House on Fire—Assemblage 23 12. Tried—Assemblage 23 13. Divide—Assemblage 23 14. Awake—Assemblage 23 🖤 🖤 🖤 #music #mixcd #musiclover #joeyjordison #slipknot #murderdolls #icon #ripjoey #ripjoeyjordison 💔 https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4MUWETehBCzY4xFKVPYPEM?si=ou6T93NQSKuZLW3B0QJJxA&dl_branch=1 https://www.instagram.com/p/CR4vephnNcG/?utm_medium=tumblr

[bkneddy-blog]

EDM Notch

An electric pulse is a pulse generated by electrons, and a pulse is a process of changing a voltage in a short time. Electropulsing is an unsteady current field generated by a capacitor or an intermittent source. The alternating current we use can be regarded as a pulse current, and one of the cycle processes can be regarded as an electrical pulse. Modern electric pulse technology has developed to the trend of higher frequency and high energy peaks. It has a wide range of applications in materials testing, biology, medicine, nuclear energy, military and other fields. The main working principles are high energy Joule heating effect, hot pressing effect, high-frequency magnetic induction effect, electroforming and so on. Common waveforms are a rectangular, sinusoidal, rectangular, sinusoidal, group, and so on.

The main features of the EDM Notch:

Small size, light weight and easy to carry

High power, fast scratching, less than 10% error

The distance between the internal injury position and the tube end is not limited, and the position of the wound is accurate

Single-chip control, simple operation, intelligent and efficient, practical

It is only necessary to clean the circulating oil normally, and it is basically maintenance-free

http://www.bkneddy.com/edm-notch/

[thewul]

AWACS dual dome antennas

We haven’t discussed AWACS, this would be it with fitting the low poly with two dome antennas. 

This type of ships might be the space controllers of the future for Bombardier, in the same sense that we have air controllers sitting in towers.

In the future controllers will be both at those spaceports but also aboard ships able to organize the traffic of spacial lanes, busy lanes linking systems and even galaxies together.

A job for Bombardier Police. So this is a far reaching adventure, that offers many perspectives for the future. No doubt we will be in need to offer our services and know how at organizing traffic, at hubs that we operate and others. 

To stop a disorderly spaceship in its tracks we would need to equip it with electropulsation weapons, which is doable. And that it’s yet another role for our gaming series that we can fill.

[stagelight-app]

Discover all the cool stuff in Stagelight’s keyboard instruments including ElectroPulse, a 3-voice analog style synthesizer. Watch and learn with our tutorial show Stagelight 0 to 100: https://youtu.be/Q6gRL4-5ze8 (at Austin, Texas) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bt9A-Rsn7GW/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1kr29a9107sni