#i keep trying to check like the vod titles but then i forget completely

[evienyx]

Azuwula, Zukowo, Towoph, kyowo, towotleduwuck, keeluwu, mawanberg, fuwu nation,

The fact that ‘Manberg’ was included in this is what’s really doing it for me.

[angstbabyjae]

DSMP Tier List

This tier list was shared in a discord server I’m in, so I thought I’d give it a go. Not entirely satisfied with the section titles, so I used them quite liberally. I will explain why I put people where I did. On the tier itself I didn’t order them by preference but in my explanation I will. Please not that they will be ranked from favorite to least favorite per category (for example: I put Sapnap technically above Niki despite liking her character more) and not by how much they deserve to be in each category (for example: I prefer Technoblade to Phil but I believe people excuse Technoblade’s actions more than Phil’s). I encourage healthy suggestion in the comments since I only joined the fandom around the Green Festival and haven’t seen the history/POV’s of every character, though I try. Enjoy.

Gonna slap on a big ol’ “/rp” here just to be safe.

You've done nothing wrong come here (holds you gently)

So the thing about this section is that I don't believe any dream smp character is completely innocent, so I used this section more like a top of tier than as it's title implies.

1. TommyInnit

Ngl, Tommy is my favorite character in the Dream SMP. As a fellow Loud Person I relate to him a lot and his feelings that nobody really likes him. His mental health struggles are close to my heart and (SPOILERS) his death just made me so devastated. I really hope they don't end his arc like this. Not when he was just starting to heal, please. Tommy has certainly done a lot of things wrong. I'd highly recommend watching the exile decision from both Tubbo and Tommy's POV's because you can really get a grasp of their mindsets. Despite this, he is my fave.

2. Ranboo

Until recently I preferred Tubbo to Ranboo, but cc!Ranboo just totally outdid himself on lore and acting to the point where I couldn't deny it anymore. Ranboo did do *some* things wrong, but they are less extreme than many on this list (I don't count things he might have done under Dream's control since he wasn't conscious). Ranboo's character makes me go into protecc mode. So yeah, very good enderboi.

3. Tubbo_

Tubbo doesn't have much lore for his character, but like I do with many others on this list, I like to overanalyze and interpret certain characters to be deeper than they are. The Tubbo I have in my head is a lot more complex than what cc!Tubbo probably meant to portray. There is so much angst potential with his character, similar to many others, but what puts him top tier for me is the emotional connection I have to his character and how I relate to getting so much put on my shoulders and having to make tough decisions.

you're an amazing character

Okay so technically Schlatt should be on this list if we are speaking from a narrative standpoint, but seeing as the way OP labelled the other sections on this chart I'm guessing they meant morally as well.

4. Alex Quackity

Quackity is my favorite adult character. I don't even know why, I just love the idea of this comic relief character becoming such a catalyst for plot and more serious as time goes on. I love taking the dream smp characters and making them deeper than they probably are, as I do with Tubbo, but now it seems cc!Quackity is fully taking his character to the height of his potential and I can't wait to see what he does with him next.

5. AweSamDude

(SPOILERS) As such a big Tommy fan I must admit, my first thought when Tommy died was that Sam was partly responsible. If Dream told him what he did to Tommy in exile like he claims then he would have at least put up the obsidian barrier between them or something. After watching Ranboo's most recent stream (right now it's March 3rd) I understand why Sam did what he did more. My initial anger towards him has dissipated a bit. I still love his character so much. He really did care about Tommy and now... dang. I can't wait to see what happens with him next.

6. Captain Puffy

It was very close between ranking her or Sam higher, but given all the in depth character stuff we're getting from Sam right now, I'd have to rank him above. Despite this, Puffy is a character that I started out not knowing anything about and am now feeling her climb the ranks in my books. Sometimes I feel like she's the only adult who actually put Tommy's well-being above other things, despite them not interacting often. I wasn't around for the whole "duckling" thing with Dream and have yet to watch the VODs, but I just want her to visit him now and punish him for the Tommy stuff. (SPOILERS) I can feel Dream's next ploy being trying to convince someone to let him out in exchange for bringing back Tommy and if Sam doesn't cave then Puffy probably will. Also, I really hope that her and Niki's relationship isn't forgotten. There's so much angst potential there. Also, I need sapphics to survive.

7. Eret

So, I wasn't a fan of the SMP during season one. I hadn't even heard of it except for like my friend referencing Technoblade now and then. After watching some VODs of Eret's I am slowly starting to fall in love with her characterization. I am so soft for their redemption arc, for the regret he feels. Now that cc!Eret is back from their mental health break I am so ready for more.

8. Fundy

Fundy's a character that I will forget how much I love until he goes live again, or until I reread his old quotes. He has a lot of lore to him that surprises you every time you remember. Whether its his last speech to Schlatt to COCONUT 2020, Fundy always gives the audience something more to think about.

9. "Ghostbur"

Ghostbur is one of the few characters who genuinely make me want to cry. cc!Wilbur's performance was both hilarious and immaculate. I really want to find out more about his lore, though. Do all dead people with unfinished business get an alternate version of themselves to roam the Earth while you stay in the afterlife unable to make contact unless the veil is thin? Was Ghostbur just Wilbur pretending the whole time? (SPOILERS) Is Tommy going to get one? Is Glatt canon? Much to think about.

10. BadBoyHalo

While I despise egg-possessed BBH, normal BBH has my entire heart. The fact he gave up his mind for Skeppy is *chef's kiss*. I am very impressed with everything cc!BBH is writing right now.

11. Karl Jacobs

My second favorite polyamorous dimension hopper after Star Butterfly (let me have Startomco please)! TFTSMP just gets better and better each week. His time travel shenanigans are so fun and mysterious. Karlnapity is just a big ol' pot of angst just waiting to happen. WEDDING SOON PLEASE!

no intense opinion

While I do have opinions on some of these characters, they aren't intense enough to place them anywhere else.

12. Ponk

I don't watch him all that often since he's live during my school time, but what I've seen I love. Him starting that whole side plot expanding on that one TFTSMP episode intrigues me and I can see it tying into the egg somehow. Him and Sam are really cute together (/rp) and I want him to become more plot relevant again.

13. Antfrost

GAY CAT GAY CAT GAY CAT! In all seriousness, I really want him to do stuff with his character to make him more than just BBH's second-in-command (I have similar feelings with Skeppy, but I know he isn't very big on lore). Side note, but I really love the hc that RedVelvetCake is inside the egg. I want him to join so bad.

14. Purpled

I've only just started watching the actual clips from pre-L'Manberg times and Purpled was once much more plot involved than I thought. Him planning on getting his revenge on Tommy at the same time as the "police" investigating the Camarvan back in early season one was comedy gold. Shout out to BlueberryTV on YouTube for making it so easy to watch. In conclusion, we stan an underage mercenary.

15. GeorgeNotFound

Idk if this is a hot take or not, but I feel a good portion of people who love George's character are just DNF shippers who want to turn his crumbs into an angst factory, but you know what? Valid. While I am not a DNF shipper, I have seen the angst y'all have brought to the table and very much appreciate it.

16. ConnorEatsPants

The most I think I've seen of Connor has been the hostage scene and the non-canon party scene from this season. I don't have much to say except that his small speech to Tommy after he was let go about him not being a bad person despite traumatizing him hit surprisingly hard in the feels.

17. Skeppy

cc!Skeppy is not a big roleplayer, and I get that, it's just sometimes his character feels a little like an accessory to Bad's character. Please link me some good Skeppy moments in the comments if you can, I want to try and learn more about his character. His angst with Bad right now is top tier, though, and I choose to believe that Big Daddy Island is canon and that Bad took him there to keep him free from the egg. I actually wrote a fic about this if you want to check it out! Mind the tags, though, I went a little macabre with it.

18. HBomb

When I first learned about the SMP it was two nights before the green festival and I was up until 3am at my aunt's house reading the plot summary. The first clip of the smp I saw was the election VOD, where HBomb joined for the first time. I don't know much about him other than the fact he was Fundy's maid for a time and it was absolutely hilarious. I saw the recent stuff with him leaving Greater SMP to start over and enjoyed it. Hope we get more stuff like that with him.

19. Callahan

Gets all the ladies. What else can I say?

you're trying your best and I respect that

20. Sapnap

I put Sapnap here because he's on his way to becoming an amazing character. The angst stuff with Dream is the stuff George fans can only dream of (pun unintended). I like how he went from the cop, the pet killer, Dream's right hand man, to mushroom cottegecore gay living his best life and dealing with the pain of losing his best friend. The whole "Dream's bitch" conversation with Tommy that I saw an animatic for some time ago made me hurt so good. Also #KarlnapityWedding2021.

you're redeemable, thin fucking ice though

These are characters who I somewhat dislike to a degree, but still have hope for. In my opinion this section should be switched with the one after it in terms of which is worse, but oh well.

21. Wilbur Soot

I know he's already dead but if he's brought back to life I want a redemption arc from him back. (SPOILERS) If neither him nor Tommy come back to life then dsmp has a horrible track record with killing off their mentally ill and (tw) suicidal characters. Wilbur has done some awful things, but if he's brought back I don't think he'd be beyond saving.

22. Jack Manifold

I need to say something about Jack. He is so very very close to being in the "you're trying your best" section right now after his most recent stream. His redemption arc is so close I can taste it and if he is redeemed right I can see him joining my faves. His most recent stream was just so well acted that my heart just wants to forgive him already... until my brain remembers he tried to nuke a child. Don’t know if this is also a hot take, but I think he had more of a right to be mad at Tommy than Niki did, but I know for Niki it's more complicated than that.

23. Niki Nihachu

There was a time that I adored Niki Nihachu and a part of me still does, but she has gone a little bit off the deep end. I do understand it's a trauma response, though. cc!Niki said that her villain arc is almost over, which disappointed me a bit because we kinda barely got to see it since it was so overshadowed, but I am also relieved. I just want my wlw baker back :(

people excuse your actions more than you deserve

I am just going to pretend that this section doesn't say "love". I still like these characters a lot even though they get away with a lot of shit.

24. Technoblade

I love Technoblade too much for him to be ranked this low, but like I said this ranking is based on fitting the section descriptions, not how much I love them. Technoblade's POV is understandable but also that doesn't excuse the pain he's caused so many people. L'Manberg was more than it's a government as much as Techno is more than a weapon.

25. Philza Minecraft

Philza deserves to be in this section a little less than Technoblade because I actually agree with a lot of what Philza fans say. Tommy is not Philza's kid. Phil has a lot of trauma around killing Wilbur, yes. I just don't see how you could watch Ghostbur's Friend speech during Doomsday and think he was in the right for doing it.

i don't like you

26. JSchlatt

JSchlatt is an amazing character in many ways. The acting? Glorious. The dialogue? Spot on. With that being said, YAYY HE'S DEAD!!! I really like leaning into the abusive relationship hc with him and his cabinet. He was probably the most fun villain we've ever had, though.

I WANT THIS MOTHER FUCKER DEAD

27. DreamWasTaken

Come on, do I even have to explain?

[tk-duveraun]

Bloodlines 2/?

Title: Bloodlines Fandom: SWTOR Rating: M - Implied sexual content Genre: Romance & Drama Summary: Aquila and Malish just need to talk. Please, by the stars, the ancestors, just talk to each other. Yes, research is consuming, yes, being a bodyguard is complicated, but you’re only making things worse. Communicate, you idiots. At least before you fall in love. Parts: one

Aquila bites her tongue as she punches the secondary authorization code into Malish’s bioscanner. Once inside, she enters the tertiary code and checks the Force switch on the frame. With her foot holding the door open, she drags in the supply crate. She cracks into it with the access code and a kick of metal on metal. The sensors are packed tight with expanding electrogel. Tiny sparks from her gauntlet free them one at a time so she can check for damage. They power-on with a beep and whistle. She’s still examining the third one when the false wall behind her slides open.

“The kriff are you doing? Why are you here? It’s not even daybreak!” Malish rubs his eyes with the heel of his hand. He’s wearing black and red plaid pyjamas and fluffy orobird slippers. He yawns. “And I swear on the ghost of Tulak Hord if you say anything about the karking contract I will Mind Crush the words out of your head.”

Aquila holds up one of the sensors. “You’re the one that paid double to buy these from a dealer in Kaas City instead of our usual source. And you’re the one that selected immediate installation.”

“I never-”

“So you do have a mysterious benefactor. I knew you couldn’t afford me.” She laughs and goes back to checking the devices. “These are made of Rholaran clay, which is-”

“Extremely rare and expensive because it conducts ambient Force energy identically to human-breathable air. I use it in my work. My very important and valuable work. Yes, I have benefactors, at least one of whom is paying you ensure my work continues.” He stands at his full height, which isn’t impressive, and glares down at her, which is even less impressive when the tie holding his hair back snaps and his view is blocked by a curtain of black hair.

Aquila deserves a medal for not laughing. She makes a mental note to tell her mother later. “Do you normally greet people in your PJs?”

Color stains his cheeks and he fumbles with his hair. “I could feel it was you.”

“No wonder an assassin got all of the way into your lab.”

“My Force Sense is- Forget it. I’m going to get dressed and start working.”

Once she’s done testing the sensors, Aquila sets her helmet on his desk and installs the first one over the hidden door to the lab. The quality is poor, compared to her usual supplier, and she has to calibrate it with her gauntlet while keeping half her mind on sensing danger. Her willpower is tested a second time with Malish walks under her extended arm without even ducking. Sure, it’s angled up, but him being so resigned to his height that he didn’t even duck is just too funny. “I’ll try to stay out of your way.”

Malish grunts and answers in some language Aquila doesn’t recognize. The word swirl in her head, the sounds playing against audio clips of her vod speaking this or that language, but it doesn’t seem to fit. She files it away as a question for later and moves on to the next sensor.

It takes the rest of the morning to set and calibrate the sensors in his lab. Aquila sits in the crate on top of the electro gel packets to eat her lunch. It’s some kind of savory handpie that tastes like nothing so much as home and she can hear Papa’s voice in her head, scolding the cooks over this or that. She brushes the crumbs into the crate and pokes her head into Malish’s lab. “Do you want to eat or something before I kit out your living quarters?”

He doesn’t respond, barely moves at all, bent over some crumbling tablet. Aquila bites her tongue and watches the crystals over his head. When the energy shifts through them, she repeats the question. Malish pulls his hands and Force away from the tablet and then startles with a jump and why is everything about the Sith funny.

“What? Food?”

“Past midday.” She checks her chrono. “Quite a bit past. And you haven’t had anything to drink either.”

He rubs his face with both hands, smearing what little color he has around. “What happened to G8? It’s supposed to remind me to eat.”

“It wasn’t here yesterday.”

Malish blinks at her and then looks around his lab. His gaze stops on the scarred table. “Kriff. I forgot it got destroyed.”

“Come on.” Aquila takes his arm with the lightest touch he can, since he doesn’t seem any closer to leaving his work. “Get something to eat and order yourself a new droid. If it gets here when I’m not around-”

“Don’t activate it, I know. I’m not a complete idiot.” He stops and looks her in the eye, asking for the rebuttal.

“Monitoring your physical health is part of the job, but I’m sure the last thing you want is me pestering you ever few hours.” Aquila stops at the threshold of his personal quarters to set the first sensor.

“I was between things,” Malish calls from the next room. “Your timing was lucky.”

“There’s a reason I cost so much and it’s not my good looks.”

A loud ‘hah’ and snort come back to her.

“How many openings do I have to give you before you call me an expensive whore? Come on, up your banter game, Sith.” The responding silence sends a chill down her spine. Aquila looks over her shoulder and finds Malish glaring with enough raw emotion and power her limbs are stiff and numb.

“You’re not to joke about that, Meshurok.”

Aquila nods as much as she can without exerting her own Force. “I apologize. Won’t happen again.”

He ducks back into the other room and she nearly falls over as her muscles release. She swallows hard. There aren’t many Sith that can project that strongly with a look. He might need a mysterious benefactor now, but there’s no doubt that he’ll be a Sith to be reckoned with once he comes to his own.

But it’s not fear that makes her pulse race.

He’ll call on her whenever he needs protection in the future, she’s just that good, and she’ll be able to see his power first hand. Be able to fight at her full strength and… and earn so many points. She’s not Trandoshan, but if there’s a deity up there with the ancestors, it’s Scorekeeper and Malish will bring her the best hunts. She takes a slow breath to calm her blood and then lifts the next sensor. Questions simmer in her mind like shaclaws in a pit: each one fighting to get out first.

They have time to fight it out; Malish won’t answer anything until he trusts her.

Aquila can’t wait.

[izzyovercoffee]

Title: tactical shortcuts Characters: Null ARC Lt. N-5 Prudii & Null ARC Lt. N-10 Jaing  Fandom: Star Wars: Republic Commando Rating: PG Word Count: ~1060 Prompt: 02 - laughs Summary: In which Prudii and Jaing shoot the shit while Prudii’s in transit. Expect: Hard boys with sharp fangs and a distaste for bad news. Also Prudii’s sleep deprived, probably.

Wake up. Step outside. Different sky.

Wake up. Step inside. Different locale.

Not long enough to make friends, contacts --- not on the kind Mereel employs, with first names and shared drinks and one for the road, two for the home.

He’s not jealous. That’s not the life suited for him, but it’s suited for Mereel.

Prudii’s thankful he gets to have it.

Wake up. Step outside. Different stars to greet him.

Different air to breathe in.

Jaing took up the drafts to take him gallivanting across the Outer Rim. For the convenience and the difficulty. Hard to second man a two man track and pull off a busy list of errands if they all didn’t check off in the same place, right?

Truth is a funny, fuzzy, fleeting thing.

A sharp laugh over private holo. Soft blue to illuminate a black room, and it’s only his visor that picks up on the sensor. 

“Jaing, jaing, jaing,” Prudii tsks softly, the smile pulling his tired voice up just enough, just enough to filter into the call.

“Prudii.” Jaing bites down on his soft giggles. “You really. Really nailed it with that last one.”

And he bursts into laughs again. 

“I’m a professional,” Prudii says softly and kicks his legs up on the crate in front of him. It’s a tight fit with his back up against the wall but he can catch a nap on the way, since he had to cut the last one short.

Wake up. Step inside. Hitch a ride from core to mid rim. 

“Professional comedian.” Jaing wipes away a tear. “When are you coming to visit?”

He calculates distance of travel and worthwhile time against his current schedule. “I have four stops before I can make time.”

“You talk to A’den? Mereel?”

“No.”

“Said they have news.”

“That’s what I hear.”

Jaing runs a tongue over sharp, sharp canines that glint in whatever light he’s in. Sucks his teeth. “But you don’t hear it.”

“No.”

“Because?” 

Prudii squeezes his already closed fists tighter. It aches in his forearms. Lack of sleep does that. “You remember the time Seven-Six fell off the side of landing bay alpha alpha nine? Swallowed de’te sho’cye?” 

“You know I do.”

Prudii nods, slowly. Stops on the fifth nod. “We didn’t hear about it since we went comm silent.”

“Round of testing gear. No comms. I remember.”

“Right.” He concentrates on loosening one finger at a time. Relaxes one hand. “You weren’t there when the two of them showed up with news.” 

“I saw ‘em, though.”

“Yeah. From twenty meters up. That’s not close enough to hear.”

“No, it wasn’t.”

“It wasn’t.” He never was sure about that, not until now. Well, that’s nice to know. “Well they had a voice, right? It’s the ‘we’re not Ordo’ voice, but it’s a little different.”

“I know the voice.” 

“That’s...” Agitation cuts sharp and spasms up the back of his neck. “That’s what I’m trying to get at, ‘ng.” Prudii breathes through his nose. “You don’t know the voice. The voice they use, used, it’s the voice.” How does he. How can he. “When they have me alone, Jaing. The same voice.”

“Udesii, udesii,” Jaing breathes, sharp. Teeth glint in the light where he is, and his image flickers on his gauntlet. His shoulders tighten, like he’s sizing up for a fight, but Prudii knows he isn’t. If he was, he wouldn’t be on the comm with him. “Udesii, D’ika. Fine. I don’t know the voice.”

Prudii swallows. “You do know it.”

“D’ika---”

“They use a different one. A different one on you.”

“So what?”

“I don’t know what. But you know what.”

Silence.

He won’t be able to catch that nap at this rate.

So much for wake up and step outside. Now it’ll just be step outside.

“I do know,” Jaing says, quiet. An undercurrent of something, something tight, something sharp, something cold and wet and tastes like how a kal feels wedged between the fifth and sixth ribs. “Suvari.”

Prudii nods. 

He works on loosening each finger of his other hand.

“Then what, D’ika? Just run? You have to catch up eventually.” 

“No. No, I.” He’d run a gloved hand over his the pricking skin of his jaw if his shabla buy’ce wasn’t on, but alas, it is and he can’t. He needs a shave. “They can tell me between the fourth and fifth stop on my list.”

“When you’re visiting.”

“When I’m visiting.”

Jaing’s grin widens, sharp and excited and entirely without humor. The anxiety tearing at the hairs at the base of Prudii’s skull cut off and fall away. 

“ETA?”

He goes over the next four items on his checklist. If he skimps on ... if he skimps, he can cut overhead in half. 

“Can you secure me a bed?”

“A nice bed, or just a bed?”

“Any bed.”

“Yes.”

“Then a week.” 

“Standard, or local?”

“Standard.” 

Jaing raises a hand to wave directly into the sensor of the holo. “I’m timing you.” Drops his hand to his gauntlet to beep softly. “Don’t be late, or I will come get you.”

He makes it sound like Prudii wouldn’t want that. As if that could ever be true.

It’s a quick run through of aches, pains, hunger. Current assessment of how he’s feeling. If I’m late, you might need to. “I’m never late.”

“How about that time---”

“Stop.” He bites, sharp. The transport rumbles as it breaks atmo. Jaing’s brows raise, slow and gradual like the last horizon Prudii left behind. What an association. 

The rumbles stop and he loops the comm through his internal feed, shutting off the holo. Then he huffs a laugh through his nose. “Late one time --- completely Mereel’s fault --- and no one ever let’s me forget it.”

Jaing laughs, loud and easy, and Prudii almost forgets for half a second the pain that spikes up to his elbows from gripping into himself too hard. 

Wake up. Step outside. Different skyline to break in.

Different plan than when he left in.

“Well, you deserve it, ner vod.”

He goes through the list again. Mentally checks off everything he can drop. Marks up the pit stops he can take for a nap or a caf, or both. A place highlights not two beats from him. 

“Yeah, yeah.”

Something to wake him up, keep him up 'til he’s set up.

“Tell me about it.”

[talmastudios]

“Bye Bye Blue Sky” and chemtrails

The documentary Bye Bye Blue Sky was broadcast in Italian in its feature length version on the swiss channel RSI in February 2011 in prime time. Then, the RSI received hostile messages from self-proclaimed “debunkers” and scientists claiming that talking about chemtrails is conspiracy theory.

This situation cast doubts inside the channel about the subject, so I wrote the public letter below, based on official information, such as the enquiry of the National Research Council (NRC) of 1997, done at the request of the Congress of the United States, and mainstream media sources.

The letter below is reproduced in its integral version of 2011, except illustrations which were added for this article, as well as the titles. And it is now about 20 years that I have been inquiring about climate issues.

You can watch Bye Bye Blue Sky on YouTube in its 30' versions (it received the Jury Award at the OneCloudFest of 2011) :

- in French: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a2k97WChmN0

- in English with subtitles: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5UXZJ0O0NHM

You can also watch the 53′ version in vod on Vimeo.

Chemtrails or not, never forget to look at the sky!

Best regards,

Patrick Pasin

Note : the feature length versions of Bye Bye Blue Sky on YouTube are not the final one, because it lacks at least three interviews and many images. We advise you to watch the 30' versions or the 53′ in vod (Vimeo).

Here is the letter:

Dear Sirs, All these messages you received after the broadcast of Bye Bye Blue Sky are no surprise for me. Whatever the objective elements one can bring like analyses or the fact that the French army bought 10 tons of barium sulfate without any explanation of their use, or whatsoever, you will receive such messages from so-called and self-proclaimed "debunker". I have been investigating the field of the climate and chemtrails for more than 7 years. I have read dozens of books, studies, reports on the subject. I have just finished writing a book about the weather warfare and the manipulation of the climate by the military. 

The "weather modification", the official word for it

It already has a long history. The first official trial dates back as far as 1891 with the experiment made in the Staked Plains in Texas by General Dyrenforth. The US Congress allowed $10,000 for it but stopped after 2 years due to poor results (I bought American newspapers from that period to know exactly what happened).

General Dyrenforth with his team

But the spraying of chemicals in the sky by the military has also a long history. The first trial to modify the weather with planes certainly happened in 1924 in the USA, when the Army Air Service equipped 2 planes according to the instructions of Dr. Emory Leon Chaffee, a physicist at Harvard.  The American military was not the only one to do such experiments: the Russians, the Chinese and certainly others also tried. I read, for example, that the Chinese army sprayed deolin in 1930 above Hong-Kong to fight a terrible drought. That was only the beginning, and the real start happened after 1946 with the discovery of Dr. V. Schaeffer of General Electric: in spraying silver iodide into the clouds, it makes them rain. Thousands of experiments have then been done in the world, of course also by the military. For the USA, it was mainly the Naval Air Weapons Station at the China Lake base in northern California which was in charge of these experiments at the start. Spraying chemicals in the sky became usual for the American military (and others) for example to fight hurricanes, with the long-lasting projects Cirrus (1947-1952) and Stormfury (1961-1983).

Already during the Vietnam War

The first official use of the spraying of chemicals to modify the weather at war was done in Vietnam, under the code name of Operation Popeye. From 1967 to 1972, about 2,700 flights were made to spray chemicals over Vietnam and Laos. Almost until the end of the operation, the military succeeded in keeping it secret. The story was broke off only in 1971 and it is documented through a hearing which happened at the U.S. Congress on March 20, 1974 (it has been printed in a small book which title and references are ''Prohibition of weather modification as a weapon of war: Hearing before the Subcommittee on International Organizations of the Committee on International ... first session, H. Res. 28 ... July 29, 1975'' - I have it, of course).

The British, too

I said that the Pentagon is not the only one to have been using sprayings: the British too have done it. The BBC revealed in 2001 that the flood in 1952 which devastated the small city of Lynmouth, killing 34 people, was due to experiments of the RAF on the Operation Cumulus –the story is in The Guardian: http://www.guardian.co.uk/uk/2001/aug/30/sillyseason.physicalsciences.

The poisoning of the populations

Despite all evidences brought by the BBC, the government denied it and refused to open any investigation. Modifying the weather is one thing, poisoning the people is another. In 1997, at the request of the Congress, the U.S. National Research Council (NRC) issued an astonishing report which title is Toxicological assessment of the U.S. Army's zinc cadmium sulphide dispersion tests. It explains that 40 years earlier, in the 1950s and 1960s, the "U.S. Army released the chemical compound zinc cadmium sulfide from airplanes, rooftops and moving vehicles in 33 urban and rural areas of the United States". Cities as large as Minneapolis and St. Louis were targeted. Of course, the NRC and its experts concluded that it was not dangerous. The reading of the whole report is not that convincing at all... The military also said they didn't know exactly anymore where these experiments happened and that files had disappeared... We also learn from this report that the British and the Scandinavians have made at the same period the same experiments against the people and the environment during almost 40 years! The Observer investigated the subject and it can be read on The Guardian website (http://www.guardian.co.uk/politics/2002/apr/21/uk.medicalscience): "Many of these tests involved releasing potentially dangerous chemicals and micro-organisms over vast swaths of the population without the public being told." The aftermath were terrible, but again, as in the U.S., distinguished experts concluded four decades later that these experiments were harmless for the population and the environment. And the case had then been closed.

Denying the evidence

Guess what? While they were spraying over the people in the USA, the UK and elsewhere, of course there were "experts" explaining that those trails in the sky were absolutely normal. For example, in the Free-Lance Star of May 6, 1972, it can be read that "the familiar contrails often left by high-flying planes might persist for a long time under some conditions". Similarly, in the book Clouds of the World: A Complete Color Encyclopedia published in 1972, it is explained in Chapter 11 – Condensation trails, that these strange-looking persistent trails are normal. In some american films or TV series of that period, you can watch them. An obvious example: the episode #25 of the first season of Zorro, broadcast in 1957-58 (there were only two seasons). You will notice these persistent trails, mainly during the race. Of course, they are persistent because we see the trails, but (fortunately) not the planes... In her book Planet Earth, The Latest Weapon Of War, Dr. Rosalie Bertell wrote that "the US and Canada had been cooperating in weather modification experiments since 1958. (…) The Churchill CRM (Chemical Release Modules) programme involved various barium compounds, including barium azide, barium chlorate, barium nitrate, barium perchlorate and barium peroxide. All are combustible and most are destructive of the ozone layer. In a 1980 programme, some 2000 kilograms of chemicals were dumped into the atmosphere, including 1000 kg of barium and 100 kg of lithium. Lithium is a highly reactive toxic chemical that is very easily ionised by the sun's rays."  For those who could try to explain to us that all these experiments have been stopped since a long time, here is an excerpt of a private communication of October 2010 with Dr. Rosalie Bertell: "On 19 September 2010, the US Navy sent up a rocket from its base in Virginia and placed an aluminum oxide artificial clouds some 500 miles above the Earth over the east coast. The highest natural cloud is about 50 miles. They caused a large cloud shadow which brought early snow to the east coast. Even Baltimore had snow and had to ask Canada to borrow some snow plows. The US Naval Reserve has removed this project from their web site since I began to talk about it. Who knows what else they may be doing? They do not need to go through an environmental assessment since no one’s property is involved (since no one owns the sky)! I am guessing at the numbers but I think I am close. According to the original plan, they intended to try this experiment also over Singapore." As I said above, I wrote a book on the subject, so, of course, I could tell a lot more about all these military experiments and "business as usual" operations of sprayings which have been lasting now for more than 60 years. Who could dare say that this does not exist? Is this "conspiracy theory"? Everyone can check all the information above as it comes from official reports of institutions, mainstream medias like the BBC, The Guardian, etc.

The official discourse, in defiance of the facts

Let's talk now about the film. Of course, I interviewed scientists (one of these distinguished people is a meteorologist member of the IPCC), who told me that chemtrails do not exist and everything is a contrail. But wen I asked, during the interview, if they have made analyses of any kind to support their affirmations, of course they had not. In fact, they had not studied the phenomenon at all: they knew the "official answer", and delivered it, that's all. This is no science.  When I also asked them how is it possible to find such quantities of barium at the surface of sandbox in Paris and anywhere where these trails appear often, of course they had no explanation. And I don't talk about the ten tons of barium sulfate that the French army bought: no expert nor any scientist could give me an explanation of their possible use. And I remind, as is said in the film, that the French military removed the information from their website immediately after my visit and recording of the information. Why? So, these scientists are not in the documentary: wearing a white coat and being officially a scientist is not enough. To be relevant requires to have studied the subject or worked on it. It is a respect to the people and the audience. Furthermore, the ''official answer'' is already in the film with this excerpt of the U.S. Air Force brochure declaring that chemtrails are a hoax. So, I clearly focused on scientists who had really studied this phenomenon of persistent trails: all of them have been doing it for years.  I read from the emails you received that some doubts have been cast on them. Is it worth answering? Dr. Rosalie Bertell is a great Lady with so numerous references, achievements, awards, and so on! In June, she had been again invited at the United Nations on questions of disarmament. For example, she had been Director of the International Medical Commission Bhopal which investigated the aftermath of the Bhopal disaster in India, organizer of the International Medical Commission Chernobyl, she had worked on the Reagan Starwar project, etc. And she is one of the few scientists quoted in the european Theorin Report (1999), that everybody should have read. The references and achievements of Dr. Nikos Katsaros are also impressive. Furthermore, he relentless speaks and writes on the subject, even in parliaments and institutions which invite him. And Dr. Coen Vermeeren, as an expert in aeronautics, is really committed to the subject and had been investigating it with all his efforts and humility for years.  Of course, documented information can be found elsewhere. The German channel RTL9 broadcast a reportage (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RWsQ2KnIvH0&feature=more_related) where meteorologists lead by Karsten Brandt have forced the German army to recognize that they sprayed chemicals in the sky in 2005 and 2006. Many analyses can be also found on the Internet (http://www.carnicom.com/flame1.htm ). It is incredible to listen to what Dr Hildegarde Stanninger says on the analyses she had done, with the clear link between chemtrails and Morgellons disease in cases in Texas and elsewhere (http://morgellons-info.blogspot.com/2010/11/morgellons-intervista-alla-dottoressa.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+MorgellonsDiseasetankerEnemy+%28Morgellons+Disease+%28Tanker+Enemy%29%29) You can read also what Dr. R. Michael Castle writes about chemtrails: "In this century, we believe we are witnessing the gradual, purposeful demise of the Earth's Natural System. There are those who will debunk/dis-info all that is written regarding the subject of this paper: ChemTrails. What's this? ChemTrails are only a vague description, in lay-terms, of a greater theater of toxic materials being released into the atmosphere/stratosphere, for a myriad of crude and toxic agendas." I could add so many more informations, but I stop the list, because this email is long already. I hope it will help you. As I wrote at the beginning, you can use it as you need. To finish, I want to greet your courage and your sense of responsibility. Let's hope now that the people will question their politicians and get from them that the military stops all this stuff. Kind regards, Patrick Pasin Producer and director of Bye Bye Blue Sky.

[tk-duveraun]

The Same Moonlight 3/?

Title: The Same Moonlight Fandom: SWTOR Rating: T Genre: Romance & Drama Summary: Cakara’s life has been a combination of bad luck and bad choices. She’s on her second fresh start, but maybe this one isn’t as fresh as she thought it would be. Parts: one two Notes: Part of the Mandalorian way of life is explicitly wearing the armor and finding someone’s armor abandoned is akin to finding their dead body as far as their culture is concerned. A shaclaw is like a giant space hermit crab.

Vee is late returning from whatever job he’s on. No one gives Cakara any details and she doesn’t ask. She knows the alor adopted him and that he’s echani by blood and a melee specialist, but nothing else. Well, she assumes he has long white hair kept back in fancy plaits like the rest of his adopted family, but it’s unlikely a holo will ever exist of it.

Since she has no idea when he’ll return, she eventually goes to the armorsmith herself. Nouj takes one look at her armor and tuts and mutters under his breath.

“This is completely unsuitable for you. What was Tiyaar thinking? Get that off. All of it.”

“I was in a state when I got there. It’s not really their fault.” Cakara says. Her gauntlets are scooped up the second she sets them on the rack, so once she gets the cuirass off she just holds it out to the old zabrak. “And I didn’t know anything about armor. Even now all I really know is basic maintenance.”

“At least you’re telling the truth about that. You have no idea how many kids come in here and try to tell me they’ve been doing proper upkeep. As if I can’t tell. Ridiculous. Hound is too soft on them,” Nouj mutters as he looks over the pieces. Despite his words, his expression is soft and there’s a hint of a smile on his lips every few seconds that anyone but an echani would miss.

Cakara sets her boots on the worktable and then peels off her socks. She slips them into the pocket of her underarmor and stands perfectly still.

When Nouj finally turns to her, he blinks owlishly. “You’re still naked.”

Despite being nothing even in the same sector as naked, Cakara only shrugs. “I assumed you were going to have to measure me.”

“You’d think that was obvious, but no, everyone else I get in here immediately stuffs themselves into a temporary set like a terrified shaclaw.” He pulls out a small laser scanner and slowly sweeps it down his arm a few times. “Alright, stretch out.”

Cakara grabs the hem of her thick shirt and lifts it a few times.

“No, leave it, this’ll pierce leatheris and cloth, just not beskar. Arms a little higher. You’re not over-extending are you? Vee did that the first time. Armor was wrong for weeks before Fox dragged him in here by the ear.” Nouj checks the readout on his the scanner and makes notes in a datapad with a screen cracked from constant taps from beskar gauntlets.

“Has Vee been here long?” Cakara asks.

“Hmm, ten years? Something like that. He’s a good kid. Hound is grooming him to take over,” Nouj says. “Her buir’s a good one, too. Most alor’e just keep going until they kick it. Meshurok keeps its leader ‘bout the same age as the average. I like it. I’d like it a lot more if Hound could find me a karking apprentice, or even an assistant, but no, she just keeps finding kids for Oliar.”

“There’s more than Skauris and Zali?” Cakara shifts back through her memories, but she’s been introduced to so many people she can’t be entirely sure she’s not forgetting anyone.

“We had two more, Remy and Lillin, but they moved to D’narr a few years back. Just one. Is that too much to ask?”

“In Tiyaar-”

“I don’t want anyone who left you in that disaster, ad. I want someone good at what they do.”

Cakara laughs. “Well, I’ll let you know if I find anyone.”

“If you hang out with other clans, you will. No proper armorer lets Vee walk by without giving their two chits, as if I’m not a professional. But he doesn’t care for other clans. Can’t blame him. Especially after Nauur.”

The obvious question burns in Cakara’s mouth, but she leaves it there. She’s learned more about Vee in the last two minutes than in her first two weeks combined and none of it is her business anyway. “I’ll try to be seen. That’s usually the plan.”

“Good girl. Alright. I’m done with you. Get some temporary pieces from the racks over there. Don’t take any jobs until it’s done. I’m not going to be able to mod this, so I’ll send it back to Tiyaar with a scathing note about putting someone with your body in that disaster.”

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Cakara nearly cries when she puts her new armor on the first time. It’s nothing like the cloth lies they pass off as armor on Eshan, but it’s… It’s like coming home. She dances through the Silver Sisters’ practice kata with no hesitation and only slight changes. After coming out of the last form she tackles Nouj in a hug.

The armorsmith chuckles and pats her on the back. “I’m glad you like it. Don’t be like Vee. Come see me immediately if anything off.”

“Yes, absolutely, thank you, bye!” Cakara says in a single breath. She snatches up the helmet and sprints out of the armory and through the camp. Though a few of her new vod laugh and call out joking admonishments, no one minds. She’s hardly the first warrior to run by.

Halfway through the camp, Cakara changes her mind and midstep changes her trajectory towards the command tent where she’ll hopefully find Aky for a rematch. She laughs delightedly. That kind of momentum shift would have been impossible in her old armor and she hears more than one surprised exclamation as she makes the turn. She slows to a jog as she approaches, though her control is good enough she wouldn’t crash into a guest even if they were trying. She’s brought to a complete halt when she sees the expression on Hound’s face.

Hound looks gutted. Her skin is frighteningly pale and her mouth quivers in that way human mouths move when they’re about to cry. Her normally sharp and imposing posture is wilted like an orchid left in direct sunlight. She has one hand on the arm of an unfamiliar warrior and her other is stroking their helmet as if it’s their face. Their heads are bent together and Hound’s face is turned too far for Cakara to really read her lips.

The warrior eventually pats Hound’s upper arm and pulls away to straighten up. He nods sharply in response to some question and then tenderly touches the back of Hound’s elbow in a familiar move that makes Cakara gasp.

The warrior has to be Vee. That movement, the touch with just his middle and ring fingers, signals strong familial affection and respect. It’s used as an assurance, a silent ‘I’ll be alright.’ Now that she’s not focused on the clan leader, Vee’s identity is unmistakable. His armor is the same combination of wide joints, scaling and interconnected plates that hers is.

While she’s still staring, he turns his head. The moment he spots her is clear in the aborted nod of acknowledgement in her direction. Cakara fights back a wince and steps towards them.

“There’s no rush, Vee. She’s been here weeks; it can wait another few days,” Hound says. She hasn’t released her hold on his right arm.

“It’s fine, buir. I’d rather have the distraction, regardless,” Vee says. He touches her elbow again and then pulls out of her grasp completely. He tilts his head at Cakara in acknowledgement. “You must be Cakara. I’m Vee.”

“Hello. Welcome back.” The words are ash in Cakara’s mouth, but she’s forced herself to say nicer things to worse people.

Vee turns his head to signal that he’s glancing at Hound, even though he could easily just look behind his T-visor. When he looks back at Cakara, he says, “The original message said you’d need new armor, but I see you’ve already taken care of that.”

“I just got it today. A minute ago, really.”

“I’ll have to see Nouj so he can complain at me later, then. How’s the fit?”

Cakara’s sorely tempted to tap the inside of his left ankle with the top of her right foot, the silent ‘Don’t question a professional,’ but she knows he must hate Echani as much as she does. Even if he used a gesture with Hound, he may not be receptive to them himself, so after hesitating for too long, Cakara says, “It’s fine.”

Vee nods at her and then turns to Hound. He touches her elbow a third time. “I’ll see you tonight, buir. I don’t want Rathi hunting me down like last time.”

Hound says something in a language Cakara doesn’t recognize and Vee bows his head in acquiescence before turning back to Cakara.

“Right then. Let’s go,” Vee says.