#first she asks me to show it and then puts it on her pvt??

[anixknowsnothin]

the rage i felt when my ex bsf put the wallpaper with all the stars i collected from my friends, my mutuals and my sister on her instagram story.

[pvtjxker]

Lazy mornings

(pvt. Joker)

This is some kind of Fanfiction I tried to write. The english is shit but I tried. For the story I used @zombeyfreakmode 's headcanons she wrote in one of her posts.

I hope you guys will like it!

(PPN: I changed the story a bit, now it like a Joker x GN!Reader, I thought it would have been more appropriate :3)

Somewhere in Vietnam, next to DaNang, 1970

It was a very cold night, last night, and Joker insisted to stay in the same bed with you to keep you warm.

Being a clingy little piece of shit was typical of him, together with being childish and being a genius of eloquence.

You woke up well rested, for the first time in a long time, and warm.

"Goal achieved", Joker would have said. If he had been awake.

You kept your eyes closed, enjoying the moment.

His hands resting on your belly, his chest laying on your back and his slow and steady breath on you neck.

The first rays of sunshine of the morning were passing through the glimpses of the curtains, showing segments of the closet you slept in.

The smell of dust it was strong, but it made sleep easier.

What a beautiful morning, was it?

You heard a grunt coming from behind you: Joker was waking up.

"Mh...'mornin"..." He said, with a sleepy voice.

"Goodmorning, honey, how did hibernation go?"

"Very funny..."

"It is, for me" you said, as you giggled.

He grabbed your hips and turned you around, allowing him to look at your face, and he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"Pretty..."

And he kissed your nose.

"Pretty and sleepy..."

And he kissed you softly.

You loved that kind of attention.

And he loved to give you that attention.

Then he turned around, and he reached out of the bed, reaching out under the bed next to yours, from which a possum appeared and began to lick his hand.

"Goodrning, Tincan" he said, and patted him on the head.

The possum closed its eyes as he happily recived the pats.

You loved his relationship with all his animals: he treated them like if they were his children.

He had two pets, a possum, whose name was Tincan, and a little green frog named Teacup.

He sit on the bed, grabbed the possum and put it on the bed with you, and he started to cuddle him.

You followed him and sat on the bed too.

"Wait" he said at one point and took your hand, placing it on the head of his possum.

"He loves cuddles on the head" He said, as he smiled.

He had the most beautiful smile in the world, you could have stared at it for hours.

You started to scratch his head a little, and the animal closed its eyes again, starting to stamp the back paws on the mattress.

"Oh, what a spoiled possum you are!" Joker said, with annoyed tone.

You blastes in a laugh.

"Oh, come on, Joker! It's cute!"

"He's not cute, he's a spoiled little simp, that's what he is!"

"Why is he a simp?"

"He never takes head scratches from me!" He turned to Tincan "Is it because it's not me? You little maniac!"

You kept on laughing.

He turned back to you "What's so funny?!" He asked, smiling again.

"Nothing, it's just the way you talk to him."

"He's my boy, alright? He's my son! And I need to correct him when he messes up!"

He turned back to the possum.

"You're my boy, are you?" He kept on patting his head.

"Are you? Who's a good boy? Who's a good boy?"

You couldn't stop giggling, he was just adorable.

He put the possum down, and the pet disappeard under the bed again.

"You could be an amazing father, Joker, for real."

"I know I would, it's because I'm fucking awsome!"

You burst out laughing.

"Why? Am I not awsome?"

You sat on his lap, laying your arms on his shoulders.

"Yes. Yes you are..."

He brought his face close to yours, intending to kiss you, but you cut him off, finishing the sentence.

"...together with being childish and a clingy little fucker."

"Oh! Is that so?"

"Yeah!" You laughed.

"Is that what you think I am?"

"Yes!"

He kissed you.

"You are right."

You bursted out laughing again.

There was a croak from one of the windowsills.

"Oh, Teacup just woke up!" He said, all exited.

You got up, so that he could get out of bed and go saying hi to his frog.

Inside of a big bowl, filled with water and dirt and covered with some sort of cage, there was a cute little green frog, croaking for attention.

"Hello, little one!" he said almost under his breath, placing an index finger on the frog's head and stroking it.

"Slept well, Teacup? Are you hungry?"

He took a flies-filled jar and opened it inside of the cage. Four or five flies got out of the jar.

None of them survived.

"Good girl, Teacup! Eat'em up!"

He closed the jar and came back to bed, he put his back against the wall and made you sit on his lap again, stroking your thighs.

"How about Tincan? Won't you feed him too?"

"Not now, he eats when I eat: he is a mammal, he has a table for eating different from that of Teacup, which is smaller and is an oviviparous amphibian."

Damn he was hot when he explained the things he liked to you.

Sometimes you asked him stupid questions only to get him yo explain that to you, and it was amazing.

You leaned down and kissed him.

What a beautiful morning, was it?

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[janiedean]

I feel bad for all the nice J*nsa shippers who like their ship for whatever reasons (tropes, pretty art, aesthetic appeal, whatever) and know it's not canon but get associated with the misogynistic Dany hating crowd who act like Jon being attracted to Ygritte is J*nsa foreshadowing because red hair (I guess Jon should fuck Edmure Tully too? Omg give me Dark!Jon getting revenge on Catelyn by seducing her brother!) Tell me something. I'm new to the fandom but was J*nsa popular before the show? And I've heard something about the OG J*nsa shippers being alienated by the new shippers who insisted it had to be canon and acted like the series is called, "A song of J*nsa #danysux." I don't find that hard to believe because I know people who are now ashamed of calling themselves J*nsa shippers. Like, at this point, it's not only rival shippers who hate it. Even Gendrya/Braime/Jon stans/etc have started disliking that ship. You know your fandom is a problem when people who have nothing to do with Jnsa have a problem with it.

me: reads this ask

me: iwastheregandalf.gif which I can't find now but

okay anon buckle up because I am sadly well-equipped to answer this ask but before I do lemme tell you dark jon seducing edmure to take revenge on cat is LITERALLY THE BEST THING I'VE EVER HEARD but *clears throat* ALL RIGHT THEN.

disclaimer: as anon says I have no issue with like the shippers mentioned by anon in the beginning and ngl I agree, I have ABSOLUTELY ZERO FUCKING STAKES in the j*nsa vs j*nerys war and the only het jon ship I gaf about is jon/ygritte and we all know where that ended up I just... have been here since 2011/adwd was over and all the fic around was just for the books under secret lj communities and asoiaf qualified for yuletide and I have... seen... things.... and I actually have like uh had... beef... with some people in there and I know things bc ppl who hated those others told me stuff so anyway *sigh* buckle up anon I'mma tell you the story of jon shipwars through the years

in order, the old gods help me here, under the cut bc this is long as fuck

when I got into fandom also given what numbers were on ao3 one ship was popular and it was sansan. no like sansan was lit. the only asoiaf ship on ao3 with more than 200 fics. jb had twenty when i checked first. jc had like around 100-ish because of the show but sansan dwarfed anything. I posted the first jon/ygritte fic on the ao3 tag and the fourth throbb fic and like the others were all reposts from lj kinkmemes. nothing was popular before the show except for sansan when it comes to huge numbers bc grrm doesn't like fic and it was all hush hush until the show made it impossible to control and that ship was the one with a huge enough fanbase it actually had numbers, so like... j*nsa wasn't popular in the way nothing else was popular until it got screentime on the show

now, that stated, j*nsa had a... fair amount of fic for a rareship which was mostly book-based and from og shippers that were there from before the show and liked it for what it was but literally none of them thought it was gonna be canon, like it wasn't huge or anything but it had a small but dedicated fanbase who did their own thing and thought it was fun/liked the idea but that was it

that fandom had their own niche of hcs that they cultivated and shit except that like... at the end of S5/beginning of S6 there was a surge in shipping for... well obvious reasons bc it was obv sansa was getting to the wall and that would have been all nice and good but a) it was the time puritanical shipping was starting to take root and the 'shipping sansa with sandor or tyrion is hella problematic' rhetoric had started to circle coming from sans*ery shippers mostly but I'mma not open that fucking can of worms here, b) while the ending of S5 had more of a theon/sansa spike, the j*nsa stuff started getting big

now here we have to mention my villain origin story ie: j*nsa fandom had this one stan whose name I won't make because honestly it's been years and if she's still around I don't want her to remember I exist who was a bnf, wrote for... the website that created the whole larry/carol thing etc who was really fixed on this thing that j*nsa was actually canon and started writing extremely popular meta about it. now you're gonna ask how do you know, I know because this person once wrote a meta named 'why robb stark is a dick' and I told her that it was really fucking bad meta and she took it so badly she kept on trash talking me on her blog/her podcast (I was apparently the insane robb stark fangirl l m a o good lord) and like that was when some sane ppl who argued with her informed me in pvt that she was basically harping on the CANON thing when they'd have been okay with like... it being crackshipping and that she was basically cultivating a hoarde of followers who were harping on them/the ogs and basically ostracizing them;

I would like to add that this person - before her tumblr got 'accidentally deleted' and remade it therefore deleted most receipts for, er, her so-called meta which included stuff like ned and cat raised sansa as a sexual object and only wanted to sell her like cattle - had at some point started a round robin fic thing where... some of the characters mocked openly said stuff that some of the og fans had said specifically targeting them and people in that side basically went harassing anyone who didn't agree with that specific notion

now never mind that this person basically coined an entire term to describe ppl who liked white guys and excused all their wrongdoings out of my conversation re robb basically lying about everything I said as if I didn't have the receipts and tried to sell shirts with it and it didn't work and like then she got kicked out of her own website because she was telling her commenters disagreeing pretty shitty insults (considering I was called psychotic for disagreeing with her that time I don't doubt it) I think at some point she stepped back from fandom bc idk wtf she's up to these days and I don't want to, but basically at that point the dam was broken and there was a bunch of puritanical shippers harping on anyone who didn't agree with j*nsa is canon endgame stuff

this also includes an incident when those ppl were like... passing themselves as throbb shippers and ended up trying to tell t*hramsay shippers off the theon tag based on moral reasons and I ended up arguing with all of them (and they were all from that crowd) which in turn landed me in contact with other og j*nsa shippers who were like detached from that fandom bc those same people harassed them away as well ssooooo fun

anyway when S6 happened everyone was high on it and whatnot but I wasn't gonna begrudge them that I mean... you shipped it for years, canon is delivering you, good for you, but then j*nerys happened

god j*nerys happened

aaand basically...... I mean personally I was there like are y'all seriously arguing about the best incest jon ship out there but like basically the j*nsa endgame side was like AH JON IS PLAYING DANY SEE IF IT DOESN'T HAPPEN, the j*nerys obv got defensive af and both sides were sort of alternatively shitting on jon/ygritte anyway and depicting any other romantic rship jon could have as abusive™ and during S8 it just got worse and like I tried to stay out of it but basically from what I'm seeing now idk how the j*neryses are doing but on the j*nsa one it's ah jon's gonna play dany anyway and she's going to go insane like in the show so SHOW TRUTHING EVERY OTHER WAY and like again denying that sandor exists or that tyrion exists and like I barely touch my corner (sansan) but I ended up arguing with j*nsa/th*nsa people on twitter who were antis and is2g it was white-hair inducing and I know for sure the sansa/tyrion shippers were harassed to hell and back throughout so FUN

and even if the show didn't go there now since everyone there banked on the jnsa endgame thing and admitting you're wrong is like... not a thing, they still haven't let go of it and attach to that ship any shred of evidence which honestly is grasping at straws half of the time (like... the sansa/alysanne parallels like guys please no) and which is why every other ship is starting to get fed up, attaching canon proof of stuff from other ships onto theirs see that batb argument and jb is platonic but jonsa is not nvm taking all the sansan stuff and throwing it on j*nsa but then denying that sansan has canon evidence (like guys I had to read sansa touching his shoulder when saying gregor wasn't a true knight wasn't meaningful and we were seeing things please) and blah blah blah

this also goes hand in hand with the fixation on like... villanizing dany at all costs and like is2g I have zero investment in dany or her storyline I don't even remember it and I don't particularly care abt her either way and sure af I'm not for j*nerys endgame but like.... some stuff I read is completely excessive esp when fixing on how she's a completely mad tyrant who's gonna have to be put down and like... guys no

(also there's some srs stannis hate in that corner which I honestly don't get why they even care abt stannis but I had to read stuff like ppl don't recognize that dany and stannis are the real villains in this saga and like........ idek)

I think most of the og shippers are gone or don't ship it openly bc they don't want to be attached to the drama but like I also think they're pissing off everyone else bc like... I mean a bunch of them also were down with sansa being paired with other ppl as long as it meant a good ending for her except those ppl were... like everyone but the ppl she has actual contact with in canon which meant that at some point sansa/gendry was a thing and like.... you can imagine why arya/gendry shippers & arya stans were fed up, and there's also this tendency to behave like sansa is the center of the entire saga which like these books is named a song of jon snow basically can we pls make peace with it and personally I've had it with both j*nsa and j*nerys people since they started with that dumbass JON/YGRITTE WAS AN ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP rhetoric but I'm also fed up with the total ignoring that sandor exists/depicting us as delusional and honestly I also was by proxy fed up from the harassing of the sansa/tyrion shippers soooooooooooo

there were also instances of 'well theon is an acceptable choice other than jon bc he can't threaten her' which... i mean we all know what that meant and I'm not even commenting it bc it's one AM and I have no force to but I don't have to explain why it's not a progressive take now do I

there were also metas about how cousin incest being legal in half of the world means that jondany is a worse incest and j*nsa doesn't count as such and I was basically there like guys please just fucking own up to it but honestly I chose to forgot where I read that and I couldn't find the link if I tried

tldr: no one wants to admit that it's not gonna be endgame which considering the amount of fic they have on ao3 is imvho useless bc they have more content than like.. anything I ship that's not jb or that's actually like canon *cries in joncon/rhaegar but I mean renly/loras is canon and has less fic than them* so idk what's the problem with enjoying that instead of insisting it's gonna be canon when not even the show validated it while show truthing anyway when the only show truthing that can be truthed is the small council made of minorities and possibly jon eventually fucking off with the wildlings but not like that but like most people who thought it wasn't gonna be endgame had left/were made to leave by the time S7 rolled by and at this point since wow isn't out yet everyone is fandom-grasping at straws to find stuff to discourse on and we're here beating dead horses *shrug*

so that's... how it is but I would again like to point out that I don't judge ppl on their shipping, I don't particularly care about this entire feud bc I only ship jon with ppl he's not related to in whichever way and I try to stay out of this mess bc I don't really care to argue with ppl who have already decided to bend canon to whatever they want and will have to realize that it's not what grrm wrote at some point but like I have a very good memory and the above rant is as objective as possible also bc again I don't literally have a stake in that race I just think romantic/endgame j*nsa is not a thing and that ppl should stay in their lane and not harping on other ppl who ship whatever in general but especially when their ship is the most popular thing in fandom in the first place /two cents

[jokerfan99]

Curiousity (Almost) Killed The Cat (RWBY/RVB) by Necroceph

*RVB Opening Theme*

Flying above a barren desert.

Fuel's at 9%. It's not enough to keep this thing flying in space in another few hours. Luckily for Xenotarian Four, she spot this M-class planet on the way with man-made structures with functioning electricity says the scanners. She should reach a base in another few clicks. The residents there should provide her the fuel needed to reach Menagerie Prime. There have always been risks of xenotarian aid but who would've thought that flying a longsword in low fuel would be one of them. Through the windshields, she spots structures in the distance and begins to slow the ship down for landing. She attempts to contact the base's denizens to have their permission to land and refuel.

???: This is Xenotarian Four, calling to whoever's in charge of the base. I wish to have permission to dock my ship there for refueling. I would appreciate the help, over.

No reply, yet they did not give any warning to her. There is an empty landing pad where the ship can land on. The thrusters switched to vertical mode and carefully lands on top of the pad smoothly without problems. Time to fuel up this baby. She couldn't wait to get back home to her kids. They're probably waiting for her at her parent's doorstep ready to pounce at her with one big hug. Before she left, her father was against the idea of her taking this assignment because she's the mother of two litters and can't just leave them orphaned if anything bad ever happens to her. But who's better at delivering xenotarian aid beyond the border without being spotted by the Jiralhanae fighters? That's her. Unless she finds somebody with better skills to take her place. She exits the ship and awaits for the fueling crew, but no one seem to came. And that's not the only thing that surprises her, she looks around and doesn't see a single soul at sight. Don't tell me I landed in an abandoned facility, she thought. If this place is abandoned, then why are there still lights functioning here?

XF: Hello!

Beside the howling desert wind, no one called back. Guess she has no choice but to walk around and find somebody. This place appears to be a military base and human in design. She's not sure whether it belongs to the UNSC or Insurgents due to the lack of any known military insignia at sight. There is one she spots on a wall along the way but not one she's familiar with. It is a black trifoil logo. There's no title or anything written around it, could be just a random graffiti or maybe not.  As she examines it, a smell that's described to be rotten fish, stung her senses. Good God, what is that awful smell? It stinks of high heaven! It's coming from that nearby archway leading to an opened field. She crosses through the archway, with nose pinched, to investigate the source but what she found is something she'll regret seeing.

XF: Oh... my... God.

Her curious expression turned to shock for right in front of her are the bodies of soldiers lying on the dirt. Their armor is riddled with bullet holes with blood seeping out through them. Some have been burned to black charred husks and others still clinging onto their exposed rotten guts. Not a single movement can be seen from any of them. It looks like a huge battle took place, no, a massacre. They didn't seem to have a chance at fighting back. She has never seen soldiers like them before but they do have the same logo on their armors she has seen earlier. They could be part of some paramilitary group, but that's just a theory. She tuned in her cochlear implants, adjusting to the right frequency to hear any heartbeats from any of the soldiers just to be sure if there's any alive. Not a single pumping of blood can be heard from any of them. From the concentration of the pungency they emit, they must've been dead for over three or four days. Good thing if it'd not for her experience in the field, she wouldn't be able to hold out her lunch much longer. What happened to these poor souls or more importantly, what happened here?

TING TING TING

A repeating sound can be heard from nearby. It's coming from one of the buildings, with the blown up radio tower on the roof. She stealthily walks into the building and observe the contents inside. Inside contains a variety of computer terminals, most have been destroyed by gunfire, except for one with a blinking red button on the console. It's as if it's calling out to her to activate it. She approached the terminal and presses the blinking button. The machine activates followed by a Macintosh boot up before a voice synthesizer spoke out through the speakers.

???: Hello. I am the Freelancer Integrated Logistics and Security System, abbreviated F.I.L.S.S. You may call me, Gary. XF: Did you just talk? Gary: Of course I did. What were you expecting, a blue naked babe? XF: Not at all. What is this place? Gary: This is a top secret ONI training facility to train new Spartan soldiers through experimental augmentation and cybernetics. I am the computer system responsible for maintaining this facility to excellent capacity and assist all staff member to easily perform their duties, and daily military reports. I have no record of you in the data banks. Please identify yourself, for you have five seconds to live. XF: Pvt. Blake Belladonna from the White Paw Xenotarian Aid. I'm here because I stopped by to fuel up my ship. Gary: I see. Then why are you in the communications room? Blake: Well nobody came to help so I walked around to try find someone. Gary: And have you encountered the staff? Blake: No. The ones I found are lying dead outside. Gary: Dead? Explains? Blake: The ones lying outside this building. Don't you know about it? Gary: No. I have been offline for... what day is it today? Blake: Tuesday. Gary: Nine days ago. Please let me check the security cameras... oh. They really are dead. What a pity. But at least Jameson Locke's dead too, so that's good news. It would seem that I have missed out what had transpired here. Blake: That's like a week ago. Computer- Gary: Gary. Blake: Sorry... Gary. What happened here exactly? Gary: I do not know, I only remember the events before my deactivation. Blake: Well we just have to go with that first. Starting off, who attacked this base? Was it the Jiralhanae, Insurgents? Gary: No. And if it was those damn dirty apes, I would've detected their ships' signature in orbit before they attack. From what I examined from outside, it is likely that the soldiers killed one another. Blake: They killed each other?! Why? Gary: Did you see any bodies from any opposing forces you mentioned? Blake: Now that you mention that, no. They're all wearing the same uniform and color. Gary: That is correct. No doubt it's connected to the strange events that happened before my deactivation. Blake: Strange events? Gary: Yes. This can be easily explained in the form of a knock knock joke. Knock knock. Blake: Who's there? Gary: You are a dirty dirty Shisno. Ha Ha Ha. Blake: Please I'm not here for jokes, this is serious. What's a Shisno? Gary: Don't ask. It all happened with a blackout three days prior to my deactivation. Every electronic equipment was shut down when one of the base's generators overheated beyond recommended levels. The engineers have no idea what caused it to heat up like that but have concluded there was a computer glitch within the system, so there was nothing to worry about. However, strange things begin to happen the day after. There have been numbers of violent cases reported throughout the facility. A private tried to strangle his drill sergeant with the UNSC flag and an hour after that, the same drill sergeant stabbed the mess hall's chef through the eye with a plastic fork. Blake: Please no jokes. Gary: I'm not. See it for yourself.

Gary opens up a window in the terminal. The video shows the footage of a soldier, probably the drill sergeant Gary mentioned, standing on a table, trying to scare away the other soldiers with... a plastic fork?! And EW, is that an eyeball at the end?!

???: Sir, please put the fork down. We don't want to hurt you. ???: BACK YOU WORTHLESS UNGGOYS! Come any closer and I will use this fork to eat your intestines like spaghetti, with a pinch zucchini and mozarella! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! ???: NOW!

The soldiers quickly grabbed him. He tried to fight back but the plastic fork broke in the process.

???: GAAAAH! GET OFF ME YOU FOOLS! I WILL DESTROY YOU ALL!!!

End of video.

Blake: Okaaaaay? Gary: There's more if you like. Blake: No thank you. Continue. Gary:  In the third day, the staff have been ordered to remove the radios from their helmets and destroy, deactivate or dismantle every military asset within the facility. Landlines, cellphones, vehicles, radio towers and finally me. That is all I remember. Blake: Thank you for telling me this. Sigh, guess I got more work to do after all. First I'll need to get back to the longsword and report Command about this. Gary: Uh oh. Blake: Something wrong? Gary: You might want to have your gun ready. Blake: I didn't bring a...

Suddenly, her implants detected heavy breathing six meters behind her. She turns around and sees a soldier, magnum in hand, looking at her through his broken visor with raging eyes. A survivor! Except it doesn't look like he wants any help. From the way his eyes are looking at her with hate, something bad's about to happen in this room.

Blake: Are you okay? ???: Who are you?... Are you from Recovery... or maybe a Freelancer agent? Blake: (whispers) Gary, what is he talking about? Gary: He's talking about a rescue team. Blake: Well he's got one. Hello, sir. I'm from the White Paw Xenotarian Aid. I've come here to help if you can just put that gun down.

Blake slowly approaches the unstable man and attempts to take the gun from his hand.

???: STAY BACK!!!

But was too late once the soldier aims it at Blake.

???: DON'T YOU LIE TO ME! OH NONONONONONONONO, NOT THIS TIME YOU'RE NOT! I'M NOT GETTING BACKSTABBED AGAIN. YOU'RE JUST LIKE AAAAALLLLLL THE OTHERS! 'HELP ME WITH THIS, HELP ME WITH THAT' UNTIL THEY SHOOT YOU BEHIND THE HEAD! PARANOIC BASTARDS, THEY DESERVED IT!!! Unless... he's inside you... Blake: Inside me? What are you talking about?

BANG!

The soldier fires but the bullet misses her, passing through her ebony hair.

???: YOU THINK I'M THAT STUPID, OMEGA?! I KNOW YOU'LL GET THE CHANCE OF SURPRISING ME WITH THAT INNOCENT ACT OF YOURS AND DON'T YOU DARE ABOUT TRYING TO OUTSMART ME, YOU GODLESS AI! Blake: Sir, wait! Put the gun down, I'm not here to- ??? DIE YOU SON OF A-

BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG

The soldier frantically fires at Blake again. She manages to jump behind a nearby pillar, giving her cover from the little pellets of death. He's not going to stop until he kills her! She'll have to wait until he runs out and try to knock him out. However, there's a high chance he'll anticipated her move and strike her. She'll need a distraction, something to keep him off his guard enough for her to strike.

Blake: Gary, do something! Gary: What? Blake Talk to him, I have a plan! Gary: Ahem. Hello. I am the Freelancer...

BANG BANG

Two 12.7×40mm armour piercing bullets pierce through the terminal, one making a large cracked hole on the screen and the other on the console.

Gary: Ow. ???: WORKING WITH, OMEGA EH GAMMA? TOO BAD, YOU'LL DIE WITH HIM TOO!!! Huh?

Now the opportunity's open. She gets out off cover and dashes toward the soldier. He quickly notices her but was too late to fire another shot when Blake swings her fist and punches him to the broken face plate, giving him a nasty bloody nose before falling unconscious to the ground. She quickly takes the magnum from his hand to prevent any further use from him. With the crazed soldier taken cared off, Blake turns to, Gary who has been badly shot. The terminal's screen is beginning to glitch out violently and the buttons on the console are popping up sparks like popcorns in a microwave.

Blake: Gary, are you okay? Gary: No-no-no-no. Hu-hu-hu-hu-hurry please remove the-the-the-the-the-the data chip from the sto-sto-sto-storage bank beneath the co-co-console.

Blake rushes to the bottom of the console. She spots a panel and removes it to find the data chip. It wasn't so hard for her to spot it as there's a yellow arrow with a writing which reads: 'Data crystal chip. DO NOT YANK IT!!!' pointing at a chip in a slot and yanks it, despite the warning. She was relieve to get him out before the console catches on fire. To check whether Gary is still intact, she inserts the chip into her armor to see if it's functioning well without problems. Good thing whoever designed the MJOLNIR added an AI slot. Not long after the insertion, a blue ghostly projection flickers in front of her, taking the form of a blue humanoid in standard UNSC uniform. This is something Blake has never seen before.

Blake: Okay this is new. Gary: System diagnostics at 100%. Ah... much better. Blake: You okay? Gary: I am working in perfect condition, thanks to you. I owed you your life twice. Blake: Hey, I'm a xenotarian aid member after all. AIs also qualifies as a life. Anyways.

She turns to the unconscious soldier.

???: Hi, I'm Utah... like the state of Utah... uuhhh. Gary: We should leave before that maniac wakes up.

Gary's got a good point. The man's too mentally unstable to be brought back with them.

Blake: Maniac, yes. But we can't just leave him here. Gary: He manage to survive this long alone, I think he'll be alright by himself. Blake: Gary, this man has gone through a lot over the last six days. He deserves to be in a medical care. We'll bring him along once we find someone who can help him. Gary: I don't like this.

Three minutes later

It's a good thing she found this cart to carry the unconscious wacko, no way she can carry him with her fragile frame. She even tied him up in wires for his own good too. On the way to the longsword, Blake discuss a thing or two with Gary about the base.

Blake: I wonder why ONI needed to develop more Spartans. I thought the UNSC already can handle itself without them ever since the Sangeili traded us Covenant weaponry. Gary: ONI is still paranoid for another interstellar war in the future, so they decided to make more Spartans in case flying spaghetti monsters start attacking the galaxy. Blake: And what does this have to do with that 'omega' this soldier said? Gary: I'm not sure. I have no record of any 'omega' in the files. Maybe he was speaking gibberish. Blake: Well it had something to do with the event you explained. Maybe a secret military weapon, ONI developed. From what I heard , ONI will go beyond ethical restraints to get what they want. Ship's just around that corner, we should... you have got to be joking.

It's no joke. The whole longsword's on FIRE! This is no doubt the work of their friend here.

Gary: Now what? Blake: I don't know. That ship's our only way out off here and without the radio, we can't call for help! Gary: No need to panic. There is another nearby base we can look for assistance, it might still be vacant. Blake: Well that's a relief! And how long will it take us to reach there? Gary: By foot, seven days. Blake: Seven days? Gary: Unless you like walking. ???: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Uh oh, his conscious again. The soldier starts writhing in the trolley as he tries to wiggle himself out off these wires.

???: YOU'LL NEVER LEAVE HERE, OMEGA!!! NEVER! NEVEEEEEERR!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!! Gary: Will you just shut up, you dirty Shisno? Blake: Gary, are there still any functioning vehicles we can use? Gary: The staff have disabled all of them to prevent any use. Blake: Well they're still our only ticket out of here. I know a thing or two about repairing a Mongoose. So if I can fix one, we can finally get out of here. ???: YOU WILL NOT! Blake: Shh! Gary: Since you're confident about that, it's worth a try. There's one Mongoose over there.

Gary points his holographic finger to a nearby Mongoose. Blake looks into the engine. There's some disconnected parts, so it isn't a hard fix but the problem is that the handle bars have been removed. She can't drive this thing without steering. She'll need to find a new handlebar. However Gary has a plan.

Gary: Hold on for a sec. Blake: What?

Gary went silent all the sudden. Suddenly, the engines of the Mongoose sprang to life on it's own, almost made Blake jumped from where she stood.

Gary: 76% of the Mongoose is in working condition and fuel is now 79.3% capacity. Blake: Oh my God, how did you do that? Gary: I am also programmed to take control of vehicles in case of emergencies. Blake: Heh, guess I won't have to drive after all. Not bad for an Artificial Intelligence. Gary: Thank you. Alright I have scanned what you need to fix, first get a toolbox... ???: NOOOOOO!!! YOU CANNOT LEAVE! Gary: And second, shut him up.

Blake presses the helmet's mute button finally shutting him up.

Gary: Ahh... finally. Blake: So this base you mentioned, what's it called? Gary: Blood Gulch.

Deviantart: https://www.deviantart.com/necroceph

[veryfantasticstudent]

Mothers in Her Private Life (2019)

or Motherhood Pvt Ltd. A Publicly Traded Corporation

Spoilers!

Her Private Life is a 2019 Korean drama based on Kim Sung-yeon’s novel Noona Fan Dot Com, starring Kim Jae-wook and Park Min-Young in the lead roles. The show follows Sung Duk-mi (Park Min-young), the talented and dedicated Curator at Cheum Museum of Art, who has a secret that no-one at her work place must know about—she is a k-pop fangirl and fansite master The Road to Si-an. Trouble starts to brew when Duk-mi’s paths cross with Cheum Museum’s new Director, Ryan Gold (Kim Jae-wook), both as The Road to Si-an as well as in her role as the headstrong curator of the Museum. A rumour that Duk-mi is dating idol Cha Si-an (ONE) further threatens to dissolve the boundaries between Duk-mi’s work and private life.  

Image from The Asian Wiki           

Her Private Life was my first k-drama, and it took me a while to get to this even though a friend has been asking me to watch them for at least a year now. I decided to watch this show because the premise seemed familiar enough from anime and manga like Ore no Imouto Ga Konnani Kawaii Wake Ga Nai and Kami Nomi zo Shiru Sekai (The World God Only Knows). The show’s initial episodes follow the typical pattern of shows on fan culture: the censure and ridicule fan communities face, the struggle as well as joy of keeping up with one’s favourite music, games, TV shows, what-you-have-it alongside one’s daily life. Her Private Life is an easy-going romantic-comedy with bright production pallets, stunning outfits and make-up for its entire cast, and a wonderful OST list; it reeled in (G)I-DLE for the title track “Help Me” and also features songs by Ha Sung-woon, IN2IT, and Davichi. I did not think the show would go beyond the cute-sy and slightly contrived incidents that bring Duk-mi and Ryan’s together. I am happy to say I was wrong.

           While the first half of the show focuses on the will-they-won’t-they angle, the second half picks on a very interesting strand: motherhood. There are a lot of mothers, biological and adopted, in Her Private Life. We see some of them while others are only present in the background, but this fabric of various mothers ties together the different characters in this show. We have Go Young-sook (Duk-mi’s mother), Lee Seon-ju, Editor Nam Se-yeon, Director Eom So-hye, Artist Lee Sol, and Ryan’s adopted mother—who never makes an appearance on the show but is an important part of it nonetheless. All these women have a different relationship with motherhood; they struggle through it in different ways as their male counterparts do not actively participate in child-rearing[1] or the domestic sphere--what is “private” must be managed by the woman. Inept men fail women and also trample the future of children in the process. In Her Private Life, the so-called domestic sphere mixes up with business when women rear children as a community and also become breadwinners.  They are left alone to balance responsibilities both the domestic and public spheres, and can only rely on each other to look after their children. By exploring motherhood through the different mothers peppering its story, the show quietly states the feminist maxim “the private is the public” to throw out gendered division of labour. 

Young-sook and Seon-ju are “traditional” mothers, and it may seem that there is nothing new about them. While the two women never meet on screen and discuss their lives, they have much in common; they spend much of their time with their children and derive pleasure from motherhood. Despite being married to men who are at least physically present, Young-sook and Seon-ju have to take much of the burden of parenting on their shoulders. 

Image from Manga and Anime Maniac

Young-sook is an efficient and loving mother of two, Duk-mi and Duk-su. She also takes Nam Eun-gi and Heo Yun-jae/Ryan Gold, a supposedly abandoned child, under her wing. In the course of the show, she acts as a mother to Kim Hyo-jin, the Museum intern struggling with an insensitive with her own mother, Director Eom So-Hye. Young-sook receives little support from her husband except finances. Being a mother to five children at different points in time, Young-sook is a super-parent. Young-sook’s role as a nourishing caregiver to all these children ensures that they becomes well-adjusted individuals in the course of the show. Her affectionate rearing in the domestic sphere becomes the backbone on which single mothers like Nam Se-yeon can earn their livelihood in the public sphere. She is the glue who binds families together.

Image from Go K-Pop

Seon-ju, like Young-sook, shares a thorny marriage with her husband and practically raises Geon-u on her own. A “modern” mother, insofar she owns and manages a café, Seon-ju is self-sufficient when it comes to money. Her husband, Kim Seung-min is rarely available for the emotional support that Seon-ju wants in her marriage, and he remains busy with his work life. In the beginning of the series, it is only for the sake of her child that she stays in her marriage. Seung-min further alienates Seon-ju when he helps produce a documentary film called “Obsessive Fangirl of the 21st Century”, hurting Seon-ju who is a fangirl herself. Seung-min insists that his work is separate from his family life and thus Seon-ju should not be disheartened by the documentary; work life is separate from private life, a distinction that we can only draw in the case of gendered division of labour. Seung-min even tries to justify his contribution to the documentary by saying that he did it so that he could transfer to a variety show and be able to spend more time with his family. Seon-ju refuses Seung-min’s excuses, Seung-min apologises to Seon-ju for thinking that he could work on a documentary that portrayed fangirls in a negative light while also respecting Seon-ju’s life as a fangirl; their reconciliation only happens when Seung-min lets go of the constructed binary between a public sphere where one works and the private sphere of domestic life.

Editor Nam Se-yeon and Lee Sol are the two career-driven women in the show who raise their children, manage their domestic sphere by “giving them up”. Se-yeon is still single during the events of Her Private Life because few men her age seem to be compatible with “ambitious” women—a gaslight-y way of saying they are intimidated by her success. When Eun-gi was born, Se-yeon was desperate enough to consider leaving him since she could not rely on Eun-gi’s father to support her. Only a woman, Young-sook, steps forward to help Se-yeon in her time of need and allows her to move forward in her career. Women must hold the fort in both the public and the private sphere.

Image from MayRealm

Meanwhile, Lee Sol raises Yun-jae/Ryan on her own even as she toils to make it debut as an artist. Lee Sol loses her son when she is knocked into a coma after a car accident. Although Lee Sol is not able to find her son until she meets him as Director Ryan Gold of Cheum Museum of Art, Lee Sol’s lost son finds love and warmth first in the family of Young-sook and then in the Gold family. The accident damages Lee Sol’s hand enough that she can no longer be an artist and pursue her career. Again, it is Young-sook who initially takes care of Yun-jae. Even though she must later give him up for adoption, Young-sook steps in as a mother to prevent Yun-jae from being traumatically orphaned on the day Lee Sol met with her accident. Young-sook is a kind of a “middle mother” who willingly nurtures Eun-gi and Yun-jae in a way that they can cultivate strong and healthy bonds with their parents and themselves.

Motherhood, however, is not the sole test of these women’s characters or moral sense. In portraying the efforts these women put into all aspects of their life, Her Private Life does not offer any judgement on who is the better mother “and, thus the better woman”. Even though Young-sook is the super-mom, she is also the only mother in the show who loses a child. Her youngest, Duk-su, passes away in a car accident. There was nothing Young-sook did to “deserve” it and nothing she could have done to prevent it. She is not rewarded for being a super-mom, and the other mothers on the show are not censured for choosing to run businesses or pursue a career. 

Perhaps the only mother Her Private Life condemns is Eom So-hye, who is not a bad mother but an insensitive person in general. So-hye cares little for her employees at Cheum and often makes life difficult for her daughter, Hyo-jin, even if it comes from a place of trying to prevent Hyo-jin from engaging in sasaeng-like (stalker) obsessive behaviour. Young-sook’s advice to So-Hye is not just advice for becoming a better parent but becoming a better person by listening to the needs of other people. Though So-Hye remains the drama queen character of Her Private Life, by the end of the show she is no longer the obnoxious person who wishes to boss everyone around.

Without introducing an element of “karma” or what-comes-around-goes-around for the different motherhoods—traditional or modern, involved or a little aloof—Her Private Life gives breathing room to motherhood. Since men cannot support them emotional or financially or both, women step outside their houses to take on the roles of breadwinners while balancing the role of caregivers. Women divide roles according to their strength and not their genders, and advance in their careers and raise well-adjusted children without the need for a patriarch to guide them.

[1] We do not know what relationship the Golds share.

[teamhawkeye]

🍓 ok listen hear me out i know you said not your cyberpunk ocs, but WHAT IF (also all of your other ocs 🙌)

asdfghjkl; - you’re really gonna make me pull something outta thin air for them, huh? FINEEEEEEE

Anna: Before the Collapse, she was closest to Staci Pratt in all of Hope County. He was less instrumental in showing her the ropes - like Hudson was - and more into showing her how to have a good time while the county descended into a bigger mess. She came to enjoy her time on patrol or behind a desk with him, since he did his best to keep the atmosphere lively; he was also the only one to be able to convince her to head to the Spread Eagle for drinks after work instead of heading home to her rented place to be alone and even while some of his antics and flirting exasperated her, she really liked him and enjoyed his company. She’s greatly affected and angered by his transformation under Jacob and is fiercely protective of him, prepared to do anything to get him back.

Reese: Her father drew away from his children following his wife’s death and it only got worse for him when the Collapse happened. He eventually withered away, unable to be inspired to continue on despite his children’s best efforts. Even while he was still alive, Reese looked to her brothers for male role models, as they were the ones to care and teach her more than anyone: specifically, her elder brother Danny, who had always been fiercely protective of her and always pushed her to the heights he knew she could reach.

When she reaches Hope County, Reese is drawn in by Joseph Seed’s magnetism and finds herself accepting him as a father figure, despite warnings from the former Resistance members she’s allied with. He initially provides a steady reassurance that she felt denied by her biological father and she’s taken by the  

Kate: One of the very few possessions she has and prizes above all else is the photo or her and her father, James, taken on her 10th birthday. When Amata pleads for her to return to Vault 101 and help her with the coup she is staging, all Kate returns for in her former home is that picture and leaves everything else behind when she is banished once more. The other things she cherishes are the holotapes of James’ diaries working on Project Purity both before and after she was born and being able to hear his voice again...she replays his voice so often that the tapes start to run and she has to make her replays more sparing to preserve them.

Jem: Has a very strong connection with Joshua Graham upon first meeting. She’s in awe and a little wary of him, having heard the stories of the Malpais Legate and the Burned Man but comes to admire him. Joshua in turn sees the help she provides, but also the brutality and cruelty that lurks inside her from her former self - and that comes out to rears its ugly head from time to time - and sees a great deal of his younger self in her and hopes to steer her away from the path he walked. Eventually, she proves herself able to overcome the darkness that lurks inside when she takes mercy on Salt-Upon-Wounds and convinces Joshua to spare him. They part ways when he takes the Dead Horses back to Dead Horse Point and she returns to New Vegas to prepare for the upcoming battle at the Dam, but they both have a feeling of “in another life, maybe...-”. He gives her his pistol, A Light Shining In Darkness, and it becomes her sidepiece from that moment onward

Deckard: Deacon is her best friend: they have similar senses of humor and he can make her laugh like no one else can. Deacon always sees the goodness inside her and how she tries to help people and admires her maintaining nobility even in the strange, cruel new world she finds herself in. While he disapproves of her allegiances with both the BoS and the Railroad, seeing the danger there in trying to straddle both lines, he comes to understand her perspective when she can’t support the worst of the Brotherhood’s bigotry but also can’t support the Railroad turning a blind eye towards the suffering of those who aren’t synths. He joins her with the Minutemen to take down the Institute and elects to remain in Sanctuary from time to time to look after her, following her depression after she kills her son, Shaun.

Eventually, his feelings become more than just friendship but he’s willing to hide his love for the sake of her happiness with Danse after they become a couple. However, she approaches Deacon when she and Danse consider the possibility of having a child, and he becomes father to her daughter, Ripley. Deckard comes to acknowledge she loves Deacon as well and he rounds out the strange little family they now form together.

Cyberpunk 2077 OCs: since you convinced me to maybe have two characters instead of picking between two names, they’re gonna be Brody and Hudson Stark. Brody is female, Hudson is male: a younger sister and an older brother. As is tradition for most of my characters, their names are inspired by other fictional characters i admire or like. The last name “Stark” comes from my boy Tony Stark. “Brody” comes from Chief Martin Brody of “Jaws” and Hudson comes from Pvt. Hudson of “Aliens”. I haven’t had a female protag with red hair before so Brody is going to have red hair

...and that’s legit all i’ve got so far, lmao. they’ll take shape the closer we get to release and more info is put out, and then they’ll go through major overhaul once i actually play the game through once or twice

thank you for asking!!! <3 <3 <3

[wwiilettershome]

Aug. 23, 1943

Dear Emma,

Just a line. Just wrote Bobbie and sent him $100 and a few air mail envelopes. Will enclose map and a letter of his I got tonight.

Went to see “Coney Island” last night it was a very good picture. (1) Don’t know whether you saw it or not. Don’t know as you need to bring that Kodak with you. Guess we can get all the pictures we want with this one unless Henry should want it back.

With Love,

Henry.

---

[Letterhead:] CAMP ROBERTS CALIFORNIA

August 19, 1943

Camp Roberts, Cal.

I

Dear Pop,

I just got your letter dated Aug 16 and I was very glad to hear from you. I think I have already told you that I got both your other letters but if not I’ll repeat it.

My address is

Pvt. Robert Dowst 31373722

Co. A, 1st Platoon, 80 Inf. Trng. Bn,

Camp Roberts, California

I also got my first < (an officer just walked in + somebody yelled “attention” that ruined my (+)) letter from Ma directly. With it a letter from George Johnson,(2) Fred Minolt (3), and one from Carol Whitney. (4) Mail reaches me in a crazy sequence I guess. Ma said in her letter (the 1st one we received) that she had already written me a letter but I haven’t got it yet. If I were to pay my way back east round trip is something like $64 from here. (5) To 

II

Cincinnati wouldn’t be quite as bad. I don’t have to worry about that for some time though because we don’t get a furlough till we finish basic + if we get sent to college we don’t get any. Only if we’re ready to be shipped will we get one.

I’d like some salted nuts O.K. Candy isn’t too good for us because it’s apt to make us sweat more but anything like salted nuts is very good. I’ve already asked Ma for $5 from my money + I’ve also asked her for some clothes hangers, plain white Turkish towels, and my fountain pen so I can’t think of anything else. The only reason I asked her for the money is that we may not get paid till the end of September, and it costs me as much to live here as it does Henry at college. We pay to clean our uniforms because the laundry isn’t available yet (if it were + the money was deducted from our pay it would be easier but it costs 75¢ to clean + press 1 set of suntans.

III

Then is costs 75¢ a week for haircuts and I always like to eat ice cream + cookies at the PX (I can eat + eat + never get full, the reason being I can’t eat between meals at all and I get awful hungry. The 1st month I have 2 months insurance taken out ($6:50 a month (sic)) That’s $13 plus $3.75 for war bonds is about $14 out the first month which will leave about $36. Of course I’ve been in almost a month now + I haven’t signed any payroll + if you don’t sign by the 15th you don’t get paid at the end of the month. If I wait till the end of the September (sic) I’ll get about $80 or at least I ought to then I can send some back. But when I get paid I already have some of it spent for more G.I. socks and underwear. This underwear is much better than those jockey shorts I used to wear, but I’ve only got 2 pairs. I’ve ordered 2 more pair

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IV

Of heavy woolen socks from the Lieutenant but he has to go to the L.M. to get them and lord only knows when he’ll get around to it. Then I also want to have some decent pictures taken. 

Did Ma send you those I had taken in St. Louis? They weren’t very good because I was hot + dirty from the trip. (6) Then after I keep out some for myself I’ll send the rest. One thing we get good + cheap is ice cream. 15¢ for a pint. A pint + a package of those cellophane cookies will fill me up pretty well just before I go to bed. When I go to the movies I limit myself to a package of popcorn. I saw that picture “The Black Swan” by Raphael Sabatini (sic). I think you told me about it once and I couldn’t get to see it so when I saw it was at theater No. 1 I went. (7)

Yesterday we had quite an extensive gas mask drill. We had to be able to put them on in a maximum of 15 sec. Then when we could do that, they made us march + run in them for about a half hour + boy that even almost got my wind. One advantage of them was that the dust didn’t bother at all. I have a gas mask of the very latest type. Some guys got older models. When we leave here we keep them with us. They’re good for 40 hrs in a normal concentration of gas. Later on we’ll use them in the gas chamber. We also have to sniff different gases to be able to recognize them. Today we’ve been learning different combat formations + signals. The whole general idea is not to be in line with anyone or near anyone in all these formations. There are all sorts – 

[End page 5]

- of reasons for these + each formation has its own advantage. I don’t know whether I’m telling you anything I’m not supposed to or not we aren’t supposed to tell hardly anything. They keep drilling this into us. Of course I know you’re O.K. but to the army this is no excuse so if I say anything very “military” or anything why don’t talk about it too much. I know enthusiasm is one of the reasons by which soldiers unwittingly give out information + believe me you can’t help being enthusiastic when you see some of these weapons you just want to tell the whole world about them + how good they are but we can’t. For instance the “Bazooka” you’ve heard of it not doubt we are strictly forbidden to talk to anyone about it. (8) Well I guess I’ll go to the P.X. + get some postcards for Ma. She wanted to see some pictures of the camp. She’ll probably show them to you sometime.

Love,

Bobbie

Footnotes:

(1) Coney Island (1943), was a musical starring Betty Grable, released in June that year.

(2) Found a few George Johnsons in NH, but none seem like the right one, and when I tried to narrow it to Epsom, I found that there was a British George Johnson that isolated Epsom Salts, alas!  (3) No hits :-(  (4) No relevant hits :-( 

(5) $64 in Aug. 1943 is $949.12 now, according to the inflation calculator. That seems excessive, but remember 1) there was a war on so prices would be high due to gas/fuel rationing and trying to limit unnecessary travel 2) this is before deregulation in the 80s so travel itself was a luxury even without war times, and 3) this is even before the development of the interstate highway system. 

(6) No pictures that I’m aware of, but still a few boxes of photos to get through let alone the letters I’m transcribing

(7) The Black Swan (1942) is a colorful, action-packed pirate movie based on the novel by Rafael Sabatini. My dad and I watched it together about a year ago on the TCM channel. – Steven

(8) The M1 hand-held rocket grenade launcher was invented in 1942 by US Lieutenant Edward Uhl. The term “Bazooka” was given to it as a humorous comparison, based on the weapon’s shape to a silly long-horned instrument called a “bazooka” that was played by the comedian Bob Burns in the 1930’s: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bazooka

[cwnerd12]

start in media res, David rescues two hostages and takes on a Goliath.

His two buddies, Spencer and Doug watch as David runs back to the safety of the army tent, jumping up and down and yelling, “Holy shit, man! You… you did that! How the fuck did you do that?!” Eli stands in the back, watching with an inscrutable expression. David grins, “Somebody had to do it, right?” He grins over at Eli, who remains grim and serious. David’s smile fades slightly, but then Eli grins, goes over, and pats him on the shoulder, “You did good, but you’re definitely getting a court martial.” David shrugs, “Handle that when I get there, I guess.” He looks over at the medic’s are where the two soldiers are being examined. David heads back. One of the soldiers, who doesn’t have a bandage over his face, sees David and stands up immediately, going over to shake his hand, “You saved my life, man. I can’t possibly thank you enough.” David, “Just doing what I’d hope someone would do for me.” The bandaged soldier lays half sitting up on a bed, and doesn’t look at him. Other soldier, “I’m Jared, by the way, Private Jared Mullins.” David, “David.” Pvt. Mullins, “Thank you, again, David.” David goes over to the bandaged soldier, “Hey, are you all right?” Bandaged: “Yeah, I’m fine.” David: “I’m David, by the way. Pvt. David Shepherd. Nice to meet you.” Bandaged, “Yeah.” David stands there, kind of awkwardly, “Uh, do you mind if I ask your name?” Bandaged, “Jack.” David, “Okay. Hi, Jack. Where are you from?” Jack, “Shiloh.” David, “Cool. I’m from Bethlehem, far away from the big city. Grew up on a farm. I’ll probably go back there when I leave the army. What do you think you’re gonna do when your enlistment’s up?” Jack, “Be king.” David laughs, “King? Good luck with that, man!” In the doorway, Doug calls for David. David looks back at Jack, reaches over and pats his shoulder, “You take care, man.” He heads over to where Doug is calling for him, “What?” Doug, “King Silas is coming!” David, “What?” Doug, “I dunno, it just came in over the radio, King Silas is here!” David, “For- for me?!” Doug shrugs. There’s a commotion at the front of the tent, and Silas bursts in. Eli immediately rushes to greet him, “Your majesty, it’s an honor to have you here-” Silas pushes past him, “Where’s Jack?! Jack!” He rushes into the medic’s area, sees Jack, and hugs him as tightly as he can. David watches everything, slack-jawed. Jack looks up from over Silas’s shoulder, and makes eye contact with David. David puts two and two together and realizes he’s just saved the prince’s life.

David gets invited to the palace:

(when Rose and Silas try to figure out who David is, the first thing that becomes apparent is that he has an instagram full of shirtless beefcake selfies. Silas says he would have been doing the same thing if he’d had selfies in his day. Rose spends a little too much time lingering over it.)

David, in his uniform, nervously enters the overwhelming front entrance of the palace, and looks around. Thomasina steps up, “You must be Private Shepherd.” David, “Yes, I am.” Thomasina, “My name is Thomasina Bright, I’m the director of palace operations.” David, “Very pleased to meet you, ma’am.” Thomasina, “I’ll take you up to the residency. The other members of the royal family are very keen to meet you.” David, “Okay.” In the elevator, David awkwardly tries to make conversation, “So, uh, you… run the palace?” Thomasina, “Among other things.” David, “Wow. That’s got to be a really tough job.” Thomasina, “It has its rewards.” The elevator dings open. Thomasina leads David down a hallway and opens a door. She leads David into a living room area where Jack sits on a sofa. Thomasina, “Pvt. Shepherd is here to see you, your highness.” Jack glances up at her, “Thanks.” He doesn’t get up. Thomasina, “I’ll be leaving you two to enjoy your conversation.” She leaves. David looks back, “Thanks!” He turns back around to face Jack, who still sits on the sofa and doesn’t make eye contact with him. David makes an attempt at conversation, “I really should have put it together when you said you were gonna be king, but I didn’t realize you were you until King Silas showed up.” Jack, “I had a bandage on my face.” David, “Yeah, but still, I can be really dumb sometimes. As if me facing down a tank didn’t tip you off.” He laughs, but Jack doesn’t. A door opens, and Michelle enters. David, “Uh, hello, your highness.” Michelle, “Are you Private Shepherd?” David, “Yes, I am.” Michelle rushes over to him and gives him a huge hug. Jack looks away. Michelle, “Thank you. Thank you so much. We can’t possibly thank you enough for what you did.” David, “Just trying to do the right thing.” Jack, “Geez, no need to be so enthusiastic.” Michelle spins around, “Shut the fuck up, Jack, I don’t go where you work and knock the dicks out of your mouth!” David’s eyes widen in surprise and amazement. Michelle looks back at him, and blushes slightly, “Oh, shit, I shouldn’t have said that.” David, “No, no, it’s quite alright. I’m used to hearing that kind of language at the front, I’m just kind of surprised to hear it coming from a princess.” Michelle laughs, “Yeah, Mom says I’m just like my dad, we both say fuck way too much.” David, “It’s a great word to say! I’ve been saying it a lot lately, I mean, I go to sleep, and when I wake up, my name’s in all the headlines, and half of Gilboa has liked my selfies.” Michelle, “Well, you gotta admit, they’re pretty nice selfies.” David, “People are even comparing me to Caesar Reinhardt, I mean- that’s insane! I only saved two soldiers, and he saved what, thirty?” Michelle, “Reinhardt never saved a prince.” David, “I guess so.” Michelle, “Do you want to meet him? I actually think he’s gonna be at dinner tonight.” David, “What?! Are you kidding me?! Yeah, I’d love to meet him!” The door opens again, and this time Rose and Silas enter. David immediately snaps to attention. Rose approaches him, “You must be Pvt. Shepherd.” David, “Please, just call me David. It’s an honor to meet you, your highness.” Rose, “It’s an honor to meet you, David. This nation doesn’t have enough heroes.” David blushes, “Hero’s a bit much, I’m honestly just glad to not be facing a court martial.” Silas steps forward, “I got plenty of court martials when I was in the army, but a hero’s a hero. Bravery always wins out.” He slaps David on the shoulder, “You’re a hero. Enjoy the glory while you can. This is just the beginning of your story.” David, “I guess I should enjoy a little bit of luxury before going back to the front.” Silas, “Oh no, I’m not sending you to the front. You’re an inspiration. I want to put you where everyone can see you.” David, “I have a brother and a lot of friends out on the front. Doesn’t seem fair to just up and leave them.” Silas, “They can join you when they do something heroic.” David, “My brother’s been serving for eighteen years. My- my father was killed out on the front.” Silas, “Honor his sacrifice by making sure you don’t die. How else can you better serve your country than by directly serving your king?” David glances over at Jack, who looks up at him without expression. David, “I- it’d be an honor, sir. I’ll do whatever you ask of me.” Silas, “Good.” Rose, “We have to get ready for the dinner tonight. Until then, Jack and Michelle can entertain you.” Jack sighs and looks away.  Michelle, “The palace has a theater, if you want to see a movie.” David, “Yeah, a movie sounds good.” Silas, “Jack, you listen to what David has to say. He could probably teach you a lot.” Jack, unenthused, “Sure thing.” Rose, “Silas and I will be off, then. Looking forward to seeing you this evening, David.” David, “Looking forward to seeing you, as well.” Rose and Silas leave. Michelle, “We’ve got plenty of movies we can watch, including the ones that are in theaters right now, but most people when they get to see a movie in the palace ask to watch Righteous.” David, “Oh, the one they made about the king? I- I mean, your dad? I’ve never seen it.” Michelle gasps, “You’re kidding me!” David shrugs, “I grew up on a farm. Never really had a whole lot of time for movies.” Michelle grabs his arm, “That’s it, we’re watching Righteous. Come on, Jack!”

Dinner: David gets introduced to Caesar Reinhardt, handsome blonde asshole (dream cast: Chris Pine), now director of the Ministry of State Security. David can’t help but fanboy. “Looks like you have some competition in the hero business, Caesar.” Reinhardt, “David here has one brave act, I have years of service.” David, “I don’t see why there has to be a competition. Gilboa can use as many heroes as it can get, right?” Samuels recognizes David from the one time he fixed his car. At dinner, Silas talks on while everyone around him listens intently, “There was no king to fete me when I won my first medal. Warfare was different back then, too. That was before I bought the Phils some decency. They’d go into a town, destroy it, nothing left, kill the women and children. Gilboa could barely call itself a nation, we were so weak. Step outside, everything you see around you, the skyscrapers, the businesses, families being whole and happy and enjoying their lives, none of that was possible, the Phils were bleeding us dry. Heroes were more common then, but it would be, some young punk would go out, do something stupid that saved some lives, and then he’d go get killed in battle within a month. I got some attention with my first medal, but that was mostly because Rose Cross was my girlfriend.” Rose smiles demurely, “My father still couldn’t stand him.” Silas, “Nobody was good enough for his princess. Anyone who wanted to date her at least had to match her in breeding and manners, and I was some poor lowlife. I earned one medal, but then I did something that very few heroes did at the time: I stuck around. Not only did I stick around, I kept on doing stupid shit that saved lives. There was a call for Gilboa to have a king, and somehow, people wanted me. Honestly, I didn’t want it. I loved the attention, but I had two small children at that point, I wanted to be their father. But it wasn’t my choice. It was up to God. Do you know how I knew that God had chosen me?” David, “How?” A big grin spreads across Silas’s face, “A could of butterflies came over me one day, absolutely beautiful. I stood there watching this astonishing sight, when, one by one, they begin to land on my head. This ring of butterflies landed on my head, in the shape of a crown. That was the moment I embraced my destiny.” Beside Silas, Jack puts down his knife and fork. Unseen by everyone but David, he rolls his eyes and makes jack-off hands. David does his best to suppress a grin, “That’s incredible, sir.” Jack makes a small, blushing half-grin. Silas, “Of course, I’m sure you learned all this in history class. Maybe one day your name will be taught, too.” David, “Maybe.” Samuels speaks up, “Tell me, David, did you have a plan in mind when you left camp that night?” David, “Uh, sort of. I knew what I was doing, I just couldn’t quite explain it. It’s kind of hard to make plans for that sort of thing. I knew it would be hours before the army made any kind of decision, and that the captive soldiers might not have that long. I saw the Gath camp, I knew where they were, I thought, I could do it. And then, I thought, don’t. It’s stupid, you’ll just get yourself and the soldiers killed. But then, I just knew. I knew I could do it. and I told myself again, it’s not worth the risk, just keep your head down and do as your told, don’t change your life but… I thought about what would happen if I did nothing and the soldiers were killed. I knew my life would change, anyway. I’d never be able to forgive myself. I can’t just be the guy who sits back and lets bad things happen. When you do that, you’re no better than the people who do evil in the world. I knew whatever trouble I got into would be infinitely better than just letting to innocent men die. So I did what I knew I could do. And the rest is history, I guess.” Silas and Samuels have after-dinner drinks in Silas’s lounge. Silas, “He’s charismatic, he’s good-looking, and he’s got a sincerity that Reinhardt doesn’t. I want to put him in front of cameras. This is just the right time. The army needs a morale-boost. I’m gonna milk that handsome face for all it’s worth.” Samuels, “You don’t think he could be dangerous?” Silas, “What? No. I looked at his record, it’s spotless. He’s a good boy who does what he’s told.” Samuels, “Until he feels compelled to do the right thing.” Silas, “And he’ll be doing the right thing serving me. Do just what I did with Caesar, give him a good job, pay him lots of money, introduce him to a hot future wife. Give him just a whiff of the real power I can give him, he won’t think about anything but pleasing me.” Samuels, “I’ll be honest with you, Silas, I’ve seen all the comparisons to Reinhardt, and it’s not him that David reminds me of.” Silas, “I know. He could be something even better. Can you believe that?” Samuels, “David reminds me of you.” Silas, “Don’t fuck with me, Ephraim. He might have grown up on a farm, but he’s not me. He hasn’t been through what I’ve been through.” Samuels, “He’s not unfamiliar with loss.” Silas, “Yeah, I know about his dad, but it’s still not the same. Not even close. Besides, he’ll never have what I have.” Samuels, “What is that?” Silas, “God’s favor. God chose me to be king, no one else.”

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CASE STUDY (20 Marks)

A SnapComms quiz containing two or more questions was sent out as a follow up to IQ Direct to test for understanding of each bulletin’s content. (The control group was asked the same questions by email, but there were too few responses from those employees to yield any significant data). Not only did employees score full marks in 7495% of cases, but the Internal Communications team was also pleasantly surprised to find that staff enjoyed taking the quizzes. They had assumed that employees wouldn’t like completing them as it would remind them of being in school. What actually transpired was that staff felt better equipped to do their jobs. “SnapComms is brief, exactly to the point and simple to understand...the quiz is also helpful as it shows how much we understood after answering the questions.” Pilot group employee. Throughout the pilot, the Internal Communications team consistently assessed the extent to which employee  behavior had been influenced by the content of the messages delivered tothem. The pilot team looked at four different procedures relating to those messages and conducted pre and post pilot surveys. While there were significant increases in the level of readership, understanding of messages, satisfaction with amount of content and ease of use of the knowledge management system, they discovered that there was a much smaller improvement in how employees rated the messages in terms of helping them to do their job and that more work needed to be done to align the content of the message to the nature of customers’ calls.

  Answer the following question.

Q1. How employee’s behavior was influenced by the contents of messages delivered to them. Explain.

Q2. How the staff felt better equipped to do their jobs. Discuss,

 CASE STUDY (20 Marks)

Many Google Apps enterprise users out there are scratching their heads about using Google+. “How can I use this in my organization?” “Is it securing enough for internal communication?” Or simply, “What is Google+?” Since this is a hot topic among our clients, it is worth reviewing Google+ Best Practices as well as Domain Security Considerations to see if it is a good fit for your organization and culture. Let’s start out with some of the Google+ basics. We think of Google+, not as another version of Facebook where people are posting status updates like what they ate for breakfast, but as a virtual meeting place, where colleagues can share ideas, info, and collaborate in real time or on their own time, ultimately bringing people together to share knowledge. And we all know that two (or more) heads are better than one! On Plus, companies and users can create their profiles to introduce themselves to colleagues they may not have met yet, follow others who provide interesting content in their industry or just interesting content in general. Associates can “hang out” on a video conference, while sharing screens or Google Docs, and even chat back and forth. The cool thing here is that Plus is integrated into the Google Apps world that users are already familiar with, and it continues to become more and more integrated with the GA user experience, it’s not just another tool. And did I mention it is fun? Now, before we get to the fun stuff, let’s review a few things from the domain security perspective. First of all, it is important to note that Google+ is platform with public facing capabilities. We usually hear from our customers that they have a lot of concern around the fact that Google+ is not a company only platform. This can be a showstopper for many organizations. However, it may be helpful to think

about this concern much like those of any other social media or messaging platform. The same risks for publishing internal content to the public exist whether the user accidentally sends an internal email to the wrong person, tweets about something internal, or posts about it in Facebook, as exist in Google+ today. So using Plus, in fact, is no different from using the other tools, there are risks, but the company can do many things to prepare their users and preventing these risks from happening.

 Answer the following question.

Q1. What is Google+? Discuss its importance in internal communications.

Q2. Give your comments on “Google+ is not a company only platform”

 CASE STUDY (20 Marks)

Sushma works in Infosoft solution pvt ;td. She works there as a project leader. Occasionally her job demands coming early for her duties or stay late till evening hours. Once she was handling two projects simultaneously and on one such day she had convened a meeting with her team members regarding project delivery. She had called her team members at 0800 hours. Sushma is a disciplinarian and generally she follows duty timings strictly. Discipline starts with me, was her firm principle. She had made a habit of coming five minutes early at least. However on that day she could not make at the scheduled meeting time of 0800 hours and she was worried that her reputation could be at stake. Time was 0805 hours and she reached main gate of her company. Hurriedly she swiped her card and rushed towards board room. That time few housemen were doing cleaning. One of the housemen had spread soap solution on the floor. Unaware of what is on the floor, she continued to rush to the board room. The floor was made of marbles and soap solution was sprinkled over it. Sushma could not control her balance on the slippery floor and fell down. Slippery floor dragged her a couple of feet further. The impact was so strong that she wailed loudly. Her team members rushed to help her. Somehow she could get up and she was taken to the hospital. It was discovered that her hip bone was broken. As a result, she was immobile for about two months because of the injury. Later in investigation, it was revealed that the housemen who was cleaning the floor has not put the sign board “CAUTION: FLOOR is WET.

 Answer the following question.

Q1. What was the major cause of the accident?

Q2. What would happen to sushma’s reputation after the incident?

 CASE STUDY (20 Marks)

 CASE STUDY

  Answer the following question.

Q1. Design a creative letter head for your institute. Create a logo on your own.

Q2. A college library intends to buy display boards and racks. Draft a letter by the college principal, asking for quotations form ruby displays ltd.

Q3. Make a synopsis to be submitted to your college on the topic “perception of youth towards politics”

Q4. Prepare a set of arguments on reservation for OBCs: a boon or bane for the country.

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Jig's Up! (RWBY/RVB) by Necroceph

*RVB Opening Theme*

In the Comms Room

???: KSSHH... GRAB... NOW... KKSSSHHH... AAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!... KSSHH...

There’s nothing but poor quality sound and static.

Sarge: This one’s from a camera inside the cargo bay. Donut: Eew, the video quality is so grainy. I could do video editing better than this! Sarge: Hmm... let me try something. WORK YOU RUSTED HUNK OF JUNK!

Sarge punches the monitor, hoping that’ll fix the problem, but still static.

Lopez: ¿Es así como siempre me reparas? Sarge: Dammit, Simmons! You said you’ve extracted all the data, but all I’m seeing is dusts of monochrome! Simmons: I’m sorry, sir, but data extraction isn’t like downloading apps from a web browser. It’s all jumbled up like a pile of unorganized jigsaw puzzle pieces. Sarge: And how long will it take for you to put everything together? Simmons: Well if you want the whole incident from yesterday, a month. Donut: A month?! Sarge: That’ll take too long. Is there any other quicker way? Simmons: There is. I can try to assemble one small part of the data, which only takes about two hours to finish. But we’ll only get two minutes of video. Best choice would be the last recording from the pilot’s helm cam. Sarge: And the coordinates from where it was shot at? Simmons: Two days. Sarge: Darn! Alright, process the video first and then the coordinates. Now get to it, this old man's curiosity can't feed itself. Simmons: Yessir. With your permission, I would like to get something from my room, it-. Sarge: See her and your balls be meeting with stainless steel spikes.

Sarge points down at his shoes, now retrofitted with spike like cleats.

Simmons: Uhm... nevermind. Sarge: Lopez, keep an eye on Simmons. Make sure he doesn’t go out. Lopez: Sí señor.

Sarge and Donut leaves Simmons and Lopez. With Lopez in the room, there's no way Simmons would have any chance to get out off there until he's done with the data.

Sarge: Sigh, I just can’t understand those two. Last time they were arguing about the mysteries of the universe, and now their focusing themselves on Ruby’s older sister. Donut: I don’t know, I find, Yang to be very attractive too.

Sarge glares Donut at his response.

Donut: I-I mean to say is... how attractive her hair is. Sarge: Speaking of Ruby's sister, where is she right now? Donut: When I went to get Simmon, she was with Ruby and Grif at the armory. Sarge Ruby and... Grif.

In the Garage

Yang: This is, Pvt. Yang Xiao Long, do you copy? Outpost 48-A, respond! Dammit, what's taking them so long.

That's the fifth attempt she tried to contact her team! What are they doing over there, flag hunting?

Ruby: Yang? Yang: GASP!

Yang quickly turned off her radio as, Ruby pokes her shoulder from behind.

Ruby: Who were you calling? Yang: I was contacting Command. I asked them if they can pick me up but no response came through yet. Ruby: Yeah, Vic's probably taking a "leak" again, I'm sure. Yang: Who’s Vic? Ruby: Our Communication Officer from Command, he can be annoying sometimes. Hey, wanna see the Mongoose? Yang: Sure.

Ruby brings Yang to the, Mongoose.

Yang: *whistle* This is your ride? Ruby: Yep. It’s built from old Warthog parts from what I was told. The parts in it were too outdated so I had the honor of tuning it up a bit. Two inch plating armour, two canisters of nitrous oxide and it can go up to 150 kilometers per hour. Yang: Hmm very fast, but not as fast as Bumblebee. Grif: Don’t waste your time with that hunk of junk. What you need is a four inch armor plating of awesomeness!

The girls notice Grif sitting on the driver’s seat on the Warthog. Oh no, another attempt to hook up with Yang. Hey that’s Tucker’s job! Ruby is not please to see this.

Ruby: Oh God, please no. Yang: Whoa! Is that an M12 LRV? It’s been a while since I’ve seen one intact. And look at the bumps and scratches on it. Thing must've been through a lot of battles. Grif: Indeed she did. She’s been shot, blasted and crashed for the Red Army. It's still in one piece sll thanks to my driving skills behind the wheel. I called her the "Puma". Ruby: It's "Warth-" Grif: SHH! Yang: Nice name. Though it looks more like a boar to me. Grif: Tell you what. how about I take you on a free ride around the canyon if you make yourself comfy on this chair next to me and maybe, we can stop by somewhere more... peaceful for the two of us. Take that, Simmons! Yang: As long as it’s quiet too, I don’t mind. Ruby: Yang, no! Grif: Shut up, Rose. This is a talk between adults! Ruby: Hmph, I'm already twenty years old! Grif, So what do you say shall we go now and- what the? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Sarge: GOTCHA, YOU SEX DRIVED MANIAC!

Sarge (and just in time), pulls Grif out off the Warthog and starts, not with the same ‘shotgun butt to the head’ technique, but kicking him with the spike shoe to the balls.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Grif: OW! OW! OW! OHOHOHOOOOOOO, WHY?! Ruby: Phew! About time you showed up, sir. Yang, I’m telling Dad about this! Yang: Aww. Donut: What did Grif try to do? Ruby: He try to take my sister for a drive to a private place, just for the both of them. Donut: That doesn’t sound so-

Ruby gives him a serious look. He can tell what she meant by the way she’s looking at him.

Donut: Oh I see what you mean. Sarge: I DID NOT GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO STICK YOUR ROD IN, PVT. ROSE. Grif: OW!

Ruby gasped and blushed when Sarge, just mentioned her name.

Ruby: EW!! Why would I do it with- Sarge: Not you! Yang: I think he’s refering to me. Ruby: You? Why... oh, right. They don’t practice the Color Naming Rule. Grif: SARGE... OW! STOP, STOP!!! Sarge: Okay.

WHACK!

Grif: OW! I said STOP! Sarge: Sorry about my soldier, He requires a little more ‘discipline’. Yang: Nah, he did nothing wrong. He’s just doing what boys do. Sarge: Except I prefer to make him do what MEN do. Starting with him salvaging every piece of scrap metal from the derelict outside! Grif: Sarge, I doubt there’s anything to salvage there but ashes! Sarge: Spike shoe. Grif: Sigh... yessir. Ruby: Sarge, about the ship outside, shouldn’t we contact Command about it? Sarge: Right, I forgot about that. Hold on let me... Yang: Uh... no need! I’ve already told them about it. Sarge: Really? And what did they say? Yang: They still haven’t replied yet. Sarge: Dammit, Vic! What the hell is he up to?! Conga dancing? Ahh forget it. Rose, the younger Rose, I have an assignment for you. I need you to go outside and keep an eye on the Blues. They may have seen the crash yesterday and they're maybe planning on attacking us soon. Now get going. Ruby: Yessir! Hey can, Yang come too? Sarge: Hmm... she may not be part of the team but she's still a Red nevertheless. Alright. Just make sure she stays away from the men. Yang: No, I shouldn’t disturb you. Ruby: Oh come on, we haven’t seen each other for quite some time! If you go back to High Ground, we might not have time to communicate with each other. Try spending whatever time you have left with me before you get back. Yang: Hmm, good point. Alright, sis, you convinced me. Ruby: Yes! Let's go. Yang: Wait, I’ll need to get my shotgun first. I won’t last long outside if I go unarmed. Ruby: Okay. See you at the roof.

Yang leaves the garage.

Sarge: I'm beginning to like her attitude. Ruby: Who doesn’t like her? She's the best big sister in the galaxy.

Back In the Comm’s Room

Simmons: Let’s see... if I can put it here...

The door behind Simmons opens, probably Sarge coming in to see his progress.

Simmons: Come in, sir. I’ve just finished 46% of the data. I should be done in an hour. Yang: Think again.

He turns around to see Yang standing by the doorway.

Simmons: Oh it’s you!

Simmons’ eyes once again are locked to Yang’s girls. But the image of Sarge’s spike shoes appeared in his mind, making him avert his eyes from them. Just as Yang, was about to enter, Lopez, stops her.

Lopez: No se te permite estar aquí.

Lopez pushes her out off the room as the door closes behind him. What follows was the painful sound of metal being disassembled, one by one. Simmons could hear the whole thing happening. What is going on out there, he thought. Once the sounds cease, Yang enters the room but no Lopez at sight.

Simmons: Where’s Lopez? Yang: I gave him a quick break. He won’t bother us for a while. Simmons: Look you shouldn’t be here! This room is for authorized personal only, even if you’re a Red too. Yang: Aww don’t tell me, Sarge ordered you not to let a girl like me around? Simmons: I-I didn't say that... but... Yang: Hehe. Don't worry, I won't be here long. Say what’s that?

Yang points to the black box and the computer it’s connected to. She bends down to have a closer look at them, not realizing that her girls are so close to Simmons’ face. His entire blood is now flowing down between his thighs.

Simmons: Sweet beautiful heavens! Yang: Well, Simmons? Simmons: Oh of course! Ah... it's the black box we recovered from the ship you were in. I’m currently working on extracting the data from it, so it would take about an hour to get everything. Yang: Didn’t I told you guys what happened up there? Simmons: You did, but Sarge wanted to see the whole picture through the pilot’s eyes. Yang: Pilot’s eyes? Simmons: The helmet's camera. It’s also connected to the box. Yang: You sure you want to see it? ‘Cause the first thing you’ll see is him jumping out of the ship. Simmons: Still it's considered important information. Yang: Whatever you say. Einstein. Hey can I burrow the radio? Simmons: Why? Yang: I wanted to update my status to my team from High Ground but I seem to have trouble trying to reach them. I thought about using your high powered radio would help. Simmons: Want me to help you with it? Yang: No!... I mean, I can manage. Simmons: Whatever you say. Help yourself. Jesus Almighty, thank you for bringing her here!

As Simmons goes back to his work, Yang attempts to make another call to her team. She whispers, hoping that Simmons doesn’t overhear her.

Yang: This is Pvt. Yang Xiao Long. Sir, if you can hear me, please I need your help! Pick me up from a place called Blood Gulch and whatever you do, don’t call Command! Now I can’t explain why, just get me out of here!

No response

Yang: Dammit! If you’re getting this, I’m sending you my coordinates. I might not last a day or two here. Yang, out!

Yang sends her coordinates before turning off the radio. But before she can leave, she’ll need to get rid of that black box. There's too much evidence for the Reds here to know. The problem is it’s indestructable, but the data inside could be messed up if it’s connection to a computer is fried.

Yang: Welp, I’m done with the radio. Better go before you’re Sargeant and Lopez finds me here. Bye! Simmons: Wait don’t go!

Sorry, Simmons. But she's gone.

Simmons: Sigh, I wish she stayed longer.

Simmons is dissapointed that she left. He wished she could stayed longer but if she did, Sarge would give him the spike shoe. Best not to tell him that she was here just now. He continued back to work when all the sudden...

DRIP

Simmons: What the... water?

A drop of water landed on his left hand.

SPPPPSSSSSHHH!

Simmons: -AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!

Sprays of water starts pouring down on him. The sprinkler system has been triggered!

On the Red Base

It's already past five minutes and Yang hasn't come.

Ruby: What’s taking her so long? Is it really that hard to find one single weapon in the base? Yang: I’m here!

Yang finally arrives with her custom made shotgun.

Ruby: There you are! And I see you brought Ember Celica with you. What took you so long? Yang: Sorry, had to grease the old thing first. So this is Blood Gulch?

Yang looks around Blood Gulch. She is surprise to see the place entirely void of life, save some sparse grass and bushes.

Yang: Damn, looks more like a dustbowl of sand and dust. Who would want to live in this dump? Ruby: If you say that in front of Sarge’s face, he’ll rupture a blood vessel at you for mocking his ‘beloved’ battlefield. Yang: Heh, would love to see that kind of reaction. Now that we’re alone together, how about we talk to each other, sister to sister. Ruby: I see why not? Yang: So how’s the team here? Did they treat you well? Ruby: They’re okay. Though not much with Grif and Simmons. Donut’s a nice guy but sometime he complain about the base’s interior decorating. Sarge's is such a loud mouth, but I manage to get on his good side. As for Lopez... he's just Lopez. How do you find them? Yang: Studs ready to wreck my... Ruby: EW! Yang: Haha! Still the old innocent Ruby I remember. I wonder what the situation here in the canyon like. High Ground’s pretty chaotic once two teams clashed one another. Ruby: Want me to fill you in on everything? Yang: I don't mind a little info.

Meanwhile...

Simmons: NONONONONO!!!

Simmons watched in horror as every piece of hardware in the room is being fried up by the water from the sprinklers spraying from above. Sarge and Donut happened came just in time to see the chaos.

Sarge: Simmon, how goes the- Hot Sonny Bono, what's going on here?! Simmons: HELP! Sarge: Donut, turn off the sprinkler system! Donut: On it!

Donut rushes to the sprinkler system. It didn't take long for the sprinklers to finally stopped. Simmons rushes to the computer to see if the data’s safe but all he gets is the blue screen of death before it goes dark. Grif (groaning in pain as he holds a bag of ice on his balls) was passing by until he notice what happened in there.

Grif: Huh, as if things ever got better here. Sarge: Put a cork in it, Grif. Simmon's, status report! Simmons: I-I don’t know. I was working on the data, when all the sudden the sprinklers went off by themselves! Sarge: Did any of the equipment catch on fire? Simmons: If any of them did, I would’ve smell smoke. Sarge: Well that ain't important. Is the data from the box still intact? Simmons: I’m not sure! The box might be affected badly when the computer it was connected to fried. I don’t know if it’s still intact or gone. Sarge: Damn, then we're dead on the water. Lopez, help Simmons with... Lopez?

Sarge noticed Lopez is absent in the room.

Sarge: Simmons, where’s Lopez? Simmons: Ya- He went for a break. Sarge: A break? Since when does Lopez take breaks? Simmons: That's what Y-he told me. Sarge: Hmm, must've gone to oil himself. Wait a minute, are you sure you're not hiding something? Simmons: Uhm... no! Why would I, your chief technician, hide anything? Sarge: Nothing, just asking you.

If he tells Sarge that Yang was here, bye bye making children. Wait, Yang. She was with him just now in the room to use the radio. Could it be a coincidence that she's the one that caused it? No it can’t be. A girl like her wouldn’t bring this kind of trouble. Or did she? Donut finally returned.

Donut: Sir, I’ve managed to stop the sprinkler system. Sarge: I already see that. Good work. Donut: Also there’s something else you need to see.

Donut reveals Lopez’s head to Sarge.

Lopez: Hola. Sarge:... Simmons? Simmons: Crap.

On the Red Base

Ruby: And if you can see at the otherside of the canyon, that’s the Blue base. Yang: You mean the base that looks exactly like the one we’re standing on right now? Ruby: That's the one.

Yang moves her binoculars to the left and sees a Scorpion sitting silently.

Yang: *whistle* They’re packing some serious heat over there. Huh? Is that the Blues you mentioned?

She turns to the roof and see three Blues standing there. It doesn’t look like they’re discussing an attack. From the way the white blue one is acting, he’s probably ranting at two of his men, probably for not informing him about the crash last night.

Yang: That is one angry Blue over there. Ruby: Oh it gets better. Try guessing who that is. Yang: Mmm... just a random Blue? Ruby: No. Look closely.

Yang focuses her binoculars at the ranting Blue. He isn't wearing his helmet and his hair is white as snow... Oh my God is that...?

Yang: WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT BITCH DOING HERE?! Ruby: You’re telling me. I can’t believe she enlisted herself in the Blue Army! Yang: GRR! She doesn't deserve to be in any army! Ruby, why didn’t you shoot her when you had the chance? Ruby: I tried. Since she was our member of the team and my ex-partner, she knows every move I make. When I fired, she ducks. When I shoot a branch over her, she makes a step. And when I put a grenade into her pocket, she throws it back at me. Yang: Yeah, she definitely knows you too well. It's a good thing I'm here. I can go there right now and cave in through that rich girl face of hers! Ruby: I would love to see that happen! Yang:... Ruby:... Yang:... So... we're alone now? Ruby: Yes. Yang: And no one else is coming up here? Ruby: No, no one's coming. Why do you ask? Yang: Good. Listen, Ruby. I didn't want to keep this from you yesterday. Ruby: Keep me from what? GASP... Don't tell me! Blake's having another kid? AAAAAAAHHHH, I knew it! Yang: Nonono, that's not what I'm here to talk about! It's about the ship. Ruby: And what about it? Yang: There are some things that I haven't told you the truth about. Look, I didn't want to lie to you, but if I tell you everything with your team around, I'll be in big trouble! Ruby, you know me. I only cause trouble unless I have a good reason. Ruby: Yang, I'm not getting you. What are you trying to say? Yang: I-

TZZT

Sarge: Rose, I need you in the Meeting Room, and bring your sister along with you.

TZZT

Ruby: Best not to let, Sarge wait. Whatever it is you want to talk about, we can discuss this later, okay? Yang: Okay.

The Meeting Room

Ruby and Yang enters the Meeting Room. The whole team are in, already armed themselves.

Ruby: We’re here. What’s- Sarge: THERE SHE IS!

Everyone suddenly starts pointing their guns at Yang. Yikes! They found out!

Yang: Aw crap, they know! Ruby: Heyheyhey! What are you doing?! Sarge: Stand aside, Rose! I’m gonna blow this dirtbag saboteur to kingdom come! Ruby: Saboteur? Sarge: While you were out there, the sprinkler system from the comms rooms suddenly went off and fried the equipment there. Simmon told us that your sister was in there shortly before it happened, which mean it isn't a coincidence at all! Simmons: And it costs a reproductive organ to spill it... OW!

Simmons presses a bag of ice to his groin.

Grif: I feel you man. Simmons: Fuck you! Sarge: Not only that, look what she done to poor, Lopez! Bring him in, Donut.

Donut pushes a wheelbarrow and on it contains what’s left of Lopez’s. A pile of limbs and circuitry, ripped apart with Lopez The Head placed on top of it.

Lopez: Odio mi vida. Donut: You said it Lopez.

Ruby is left horrified to see Lopez like this, did Yang really do this?

Yang: Well fuck. Alright, you guys got me, let me explain. Simmons: Then how do you explain this?!

Simmons, holds up a small tablet in his hand.

Ruby: What's that? Simmons: Concrete evidence of what really happened on that ship! Donut: At first we thought the data was lost. Simmons: Yeah but somehow the short circuit did a better job than I did. Which was supposed to be theoratically impossible. Watch!

Simmons plays the video on the tablet. The first thing that appeared on the screen was the first person view of the pilot’s cockpit being piloted by someone in different color armor. The flashing red flight instruments are going crazy, indicating the ship is in critical condition.

Nebraska: MAYDAY! MAYDAY! This is, Agent Nebraska from Darter dropship, Sanctuary!

The voice of pilot is a male of twenty years of age.

Nebraska: MAYDAY! MAYDAY! Command do you copy, over?

TZZT

Vic: Heyhey, Command here. How's it going, dude, you doing fine? I'm doing fine too! Now what the hell you want? Nebraska: What? NO! Everything's not fine! Listen I can't explain much! I'm loosing control over my ship here and I can't risk landing on rough terrain! Are there any safe places to land on, over? Vic: Whoo sounds like you're in a tight situation. Alright let me read your coordinates and I'll see if there are any soft spots for you to land on. Nebraska:... Vic:... Nebraska: Hello? Vic: Okay I got one for you, there's a wide box canyon with a Red Outpost near ya. Hope ya don't mind staying too close to enemy lines. Nebraska: As long as I don't get blown to smithereens that's fine! Thanks for the help Com- what the?

The pilot turns around when he hears the door behind opened. He hoped it was one of his teammates, but instead he sees the wrathful rage of, Yang Xiao Long, ready to strike her fist through the poor soul’s faceplate.

Nebraska: NononoNONONO! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!

And then static.

CONNECTION LOST

Ruby couldn’t believe her eyes. Yang caused the crash! She turns at Yang and glares at her. Yang let’s out a nervous laugh as she tugs her undersuits collar.

Ruby: Yang? Yang: That's what I wanted to tell you about. Hehehe. Sarge: She’s possibly Blue agent and deserves the penalty of death! Boys, prepare to fire. Grif: How about we take her captive instead? Simmons: I agree, killing her would be a waste of a perfectly good bo...

Sarge silently glares at both of them.

Grif and Simmons: Yessir! Ruby: Now hold your fire! I know what she did was horrible, but she might have a good reason to cause the crash! Yang: Yeah and I only attack them because Command kidnapped me! Ruby: Yes... wait, WHAT?! Sarge: WHAT?! Grif: WHAT?! Simmons: WHAT?! Donut: WHAT?! Lopez: QUE?! Simmons: Waitwaitwait... Command kidnapped you? Sarge: What do you think? They may have already suspected her as a spy! Yang: No, I’m not a Blue spy! I'm just an innocent Red soldier who was captured by her own will by Command for no apparent reason! Can you hear me out for a sec? Ruby: Please, Sarge, just give Yang a chance to explain. She doesn't mind any punishment but I don’t want to see my sister shot right in front of me! Please!

Ruby give Sarge a teary eyed look, begging him not to hurt Yang. Despite having a heart made of military steel, it was pierced by those big puppy doggy silver eyes.

Sarge: This goes against everything I stand for. Fine, talk. Yang: Right, here goes. The first part of what I told you was true. I really was assigned by Command to escort supplies to the other Red bases. Or that’s what I thought it was. When I got inside the dropship, things start to look suspicious. When I entered the cargo bay, it was empty. No ammo boxes, no medicine, no food. Nothing. That’s when they knock me out and threw me into a cell. Still don't believe me? Look at this bump on the back of my head, do you think I did this to myself?

Yang moves her hair aside, revealing a nasty bump on her head. The Reds gasp by the sight.

Ruby: OOOH! Uncle Qrow won't be happy to see that. Simmons: Yeah she definetly didn't do that to herself. Sarge: Mother of God, that came from a butt of a rifle! Grif: How do you know? Sarge: When you hit somebody in the head many times with a gun, you'll know. Donut: How did you escape then? Yang: I kinda "charmed" a guard and stole his keycard. After I got out, I planned on jumping out from the ship, but not while it's flying eighteen thousand feet in the air. So I went to plan B. Sabotage the ship and crash land on the dirt. Sarge: Why didn't you go with the first one? It would've been a magnificent! Simmons: Hate to ruin your excitement, sir. The ship was flying in high altitude and it would be too cold for even the Mjolnir to handle. Sarge: But that still makes things a lot better. Ruby: Wait, before you blow the ship from the inside, what did you do to your kidnappers? You didn’t kill them, did you? Yang: Ruby, you know me. I wouldn't do anything so cold blooded. I knocked them all out, put ‘em in a large crate and throw them out off cargo just before the ship crashed. Donut: That doesn't sound safe. Yang: Nah I’m sure they’re fine, with a few broken bones at least. Grif: Then why go all the trouble to lying to us and attempting to destroy the evidence? Yang: What do you think? If you had known the truth before, you’ll contact Command and they'll capture me again. Ruby: Wait if that wasn’t Command you were calling just now, who were you attempting to contact with? Yang: My team from High Ground. I tried to called them to get me out of here, but they haven't responded. Simmons: This doesn’t make sense. If you’re not a Blue spy... Yang: Which I’m not. Simmons:... then why would Command go all the trouble to kidnap you? Could it be that you might have done something to anger them? Yang: Nothing serious, really. Well I did punch my Commander in the face. But even if I did, I would've been informed of my actions rather than getting knocked unconscious. And I have seriously no idea what's their reason to kidnap me at all. But I did overhear the guards’ conversation from my cell. Ruby: What did you hear? Yang: They said that I’m a suitable “host” for... “Omega”. Ruby: Omega? Isn't that the last Greek alphabet? Yang:  Or it could be a codename. Grif: W-wait, d-d-id y-you say... Ome... Ome... O-Omega? Yang: Uh... yeah? Ruby: Guys, are you alright?

Ruby and Yang noticed that the Reds have gone quiet when they heard the name 'Omega' from Yang. The silence lasted for a minute until;

The Reds: OH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

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Diabolical Thieves!!! (RWBY/RVB) by Necroceph

*RVB Opening Theme*

2300 Hours in Red Base's Living Quarters

Ruby awakens from the rumbling beneath her heart that is her stomach. She sits up and get out off bed before heading toward the door and into the slightly lit hallway. Despite having two bowls of ramen back at dinner, her stomach still cries out for more sustanance. In order to calm it down, she decides to get a midnight snack and then return to bed.

Ruby: Now where's the food dispenser? Aha!

She sees the dispensing machine on the corridor's walls up ahead. Still on tonight's menu, there's turkey dinner, chef's special, ramen etc. Though what caught her eye the most on the menu is good old sweet cookies. The military version, although she wouldn't mind so long it's enough. She presses the menu and machine dispenses her order. She grabs the plastic covering and start to open it, until her eyes caught a glimpse of the locker room's lights.

Ruby: That's funny, I thought Lopez turned off the light.

Ruby heads to the locker room to investigate. When she enters, there doesn't seem to be anyone inside. Its empty. Before she was about to leave, she noticed one of the lockers are open and on it is engraved with the name, her name. 'ROSE'. Then she starts to become worried. She rushes to her locker and looks inside. Her face turns to pure horror.

At Sarge's Room

Sarge: Of course, Douglas MacArthur. Have some more tea. No Sun Tzu, it's not Chinese, it's English!

Here we see Sarge, sleeping peacefully with a Patton doll wrapped in his hands. From what he's muttering, we can tell his dreaming himself having tea with the greatest generals in Earth's history. Must be peaceful in that head of his.

Ruby: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

Not anymore. A loud scream was enough to wake him up. He shot up from his bed with his arms posed for a close-quarters combat.

Sarge: Who goes there?! Show yourself in the name of the Red Army! Huh, must be nothing. Ruby: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Sarge: Or not. Sweet jibblets, that sounds like Rose!

Sarge then jumps out of hid bed and rushes towards his personnal locker. He quickly opens it and grabs both his helmet and trusty shotgun. Now armed and ready, instead of opening the door like a normal person, he kicks it down before running through the hallway heading towards the source. Until he runs onto an obstacle that is Donut. Both men fell onto the ground.

Donut: Ow, my spline! Sarge: Donut? What are you doing here?

Both of them got up.

Donut: I was asking the exact same thing. Ow! What's happened? Who'd be screaming so close to midnight? Sarge: That's the sound of Rose in peril and it came from the locker room! There must be a Blue intruder in here who seeks to sabotage our plans and he's possibly holding Rose hostage! Donut: Yikes! We better wake up the rest! Sarge: That will take too much time, we need to move NOW!!!

At the locker room

Ruby: She's gone. She's gone.

We see Ruby with her knees on the floor. Tears flowing down from her large silver eyes like waterfalls as she continues muttering 'She's gone' again and again like a mantra. At the same time, Sarge and Donut arrived at the scene.

Sarge: Freeze dirtbag and let go of my private! No wait, it's just Rose sitting there. She's fine. Donut: Oh crap. Rose, are you okay? Ruby: WAAAAAAAH!!!

Ruby launches herself onto Donut, hugging him tightly around and burrowing her face onto his pink striped pajama shirt soaking it with her seemingly neverending tears.

Ruby: It's horrible! She's gone, she's GONE!!! Donut: Gone? Who's gone? Ruby: Crescent Rose. Sarge: Rose, compose yourself and explain us clearly! What do you mean gone? Ruby: *sniff* My rifle... my baby... SOMEONE KIDNAPPED HER!!!

Ruby points at the inside of her locker. Inside was supposed to store Crescent Rose, Ruby's sniper rifle. But there is no sight of it anywhere and all that's left is a sticky note with writing saying, 'NO TOUCHY -Love, Ruby'.

Donut: Oh, her rifle's gone. That's no big de-GAAAH!!!

Ruby suddenly violently shakes Donut by the collar.

Ruby: No big deal? NO BIG DEAL?!?! CRESCENT ROSE IS AN EXTENSION OF MYSELF! SHE'S A PART OF ME... me.... WAAAHAAAAAA!!!

Continues crying on his shirt. Feeling both pity and confused, Donut pats Ruby's back and tries to comfort her.

Donut: There, there. Everything's going to fine! Uhm, Sarge?

Sarge takes a closer look at the locker. He noticed something locker's door. Above the handle is a hole where the lock should be. It looks as though somebody torched it.

Sarge: Suffering catfish! Someone did stole her rifle! WHO DARES SIGN THEIR OWN DEATH WARRANT!!! Nobody steals the private property of my favourite markswoman! Donut: Doesn't make sense, who would want to steal a single wea... uh,  I mean... Crescent Rose.   Sarge: It's obviously the Blues! They must've realized how powerful Crescent Rose was in combat and they decided to steal it for their own diabolical schemes! Possibly mass-produce it. Donut: You mean like, tearing it apart from the inside and... Ruby: That's not helping!!! Donut: Sorry, sorry! So what do we do? Sarge: Simple, we'll steal it back by force! Call Lopez, Simmons and Grif.

Somewhere on of the cliffs near Blue Base

BANG!

Simmons: Holy shit!!! Another clean shot!

Simmons was more disbelieved to witness the accuracy of the shot. Grif silently laughs by Simmon's reaction as he aim for another shot with Crescent Rose.

Grif: So what do we have next? Simmons: Hmm, let's see.

Through the binoculars. he could see the damage Grif cause with the rifle, from the destruction of the tank's control panels to the Blue base's floodlights. To test the trajectory, he'll need to find something much further. Moving away from the base to another shooting area, he spots is bush much further and on that bush is a small red fruit on it.

Simmons: See that small fruit on that bush to the left? Grif: Yeah? Simmons: Shoot it. Grif: With pleasure.

Grif steadily aims at the fruit. Despite Crescent Rose's large size, it is surprisingly light so it wasn't a problem to hold it by hand. Once the crosshair's aimed at the fruit, he pulls the trigger.

BANG! SPLUUUURTT!

The explosive sound echoed through the cold night air. In a second, through Simmon's binoculars, the fruit exploded into a gooey mash, leaving nothing but bits and such.

Simmons: Alright, I think that's done it! Grif: Man, why didn't Command make this kind of weapon in the first place? It's awesome! Simmons: I totally agree. It's powerful, accurate and more lighter than the standard sniper rifles. Just imagine if we mass-produce this kind of weapon and equip the army with it, it'll be a turning point to the war. Grif: And we can finally end it early! If only Rose isn't so clinged to it all the time. Simmons: Oh I'm sure she'll understand how beneficial it would be. It'll only take a few tear outs to figure out its functionality.

TZZT

Donut through radio: This is Pvt. Franklin Delano Donut, do you read me over?

Donut's voice came through both of their helmets' radios. Simmons responsed first.

Simmons: Read you loud and clear, Donut. What are you doing up so late at- Donut through radio: Where are you guys? You weren't in your rooms! Simmons: Yeah sorry about that, we were doing a late night spying on the Blues. What's wrong? Donut through radio: We... kinda have a bit of emergency. You know Crescent Rose, Ruby's weapon? Someone stole it.

Simmons and Grif looked at one another with worried looks behind their visors

Simmons: Uhm... stolen? How? Donut through radio: Well an intruder entered the base just and we found a hole burned through Ruby's locker, possbily made by a hand-held blow torch. Sarge suspects its the Blues and since your both outside, have you seen anyone out there holding it? Simmons: Uh.. negative we haven't seen anyone out here nor anybody leaving the Blue base. Donut through radio: I see. Well then if you see them, do whatever it takes to stop 'em. Pvt. Franklin Delano Donut out!

CLICK

Grif: We are so dead. Simmons: We? You're the one who decided on the 'dirty work'! We should've opened that locker discreetly! Grif: It's locked up tight like ancient Fort Knox! There's no way we can pick it with a pin. Simmons: Whatever! Fuck, we can't let the others know. Grif: Or worse, Sarge. We gotta hide it. Simmons: And where Do we hide it, genius? Grif: How the fuck should I know? Bury it maybe? Simmons: Wait, I have an idea! Donut said Sarge suspects its the Blue's work, right? Grif: Ooooh, I know what you're thinking. Hehehehe. Let's put it in Caboose's room.

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