#knives lawson

[tsundereition]

interrupting our usual schedule for some neko day knives. it's stil 22 in some place of the earth. imo he's more dog coded but i wanted to draw something for neko day and i want to draw more of my oc's in general and 1 + 1 = 2 so. will get to do more of the valentine's requests tomorrow.

[mewdragonlord101]

paw patrol oc

this is copper barktin barns

Name copper barktin barns

Age 13

Gender male

Date of Birth april 21

Owner oliva lawson

Type of Dog Siberian Husky mix with beagle,

Place of Residence he lives in adventure city

job spy 

Appearance 

Height  22 inches

Weight 40 lbs

Fur Color  dark brown, light brown and white 

Fur Patterns in photo

Eye Color brown

Collar Color black

~PERSONALITY~

Likes Sweets, Ryder, The Paw Patrol, Space, Stars, Aliens, Merpups, being a spy trainging ready making gadgets saving people Cookies, stuffed animals, cats, helping others, exploring, taking care of children, making new friends, taking care of animals, cooking, spicy food, chips, painting, dancing, romance novels/movies/tv shows, reading, teasing his friends, hugs, movies, singing, 

Dislikes

~ABILITIES, UNIFORM & EQUIPMENT~

Member of the PAW Patrol?

(Yes or No) no

Uniform Image

( imagine it for a pup) an the outfit on copper

Uniform Colors black

Pup pack:spy pack, flight gear, drive gear,climbing gear

 Pup tag in photo

Vehicle: a black  motorcycle with  with techy stuff

Pup house: making it

Pup-Pack Tools

blankets, pocket knives, food, , first aid kit equipment, zip line, spy vision/thermal goggles, night vision goggles, & a smoke bomb. spy drone bulletproof spy vest,

~BACKSTORY~ working on it

"QUOTE" time to spy

Don't mention your move before you make a move

Waiting. Like it or not, it's a skill all spies have to master eventually.

"I've been a spy for almost all of my adult life – I don't like being in the spotlight.

family Benjamin bang barkin older brother like going by bang

crush has a girlfriend name iecc shawnspaws

friends the paw patrol my ocs your oc

extra

has a team called the each shards 

[istherewifiinhell]

i sent myself some panels so now i can post on the clock. as god intented. well anyway you wanna see the preteens doing murder cut....

[Mirage #9. Story: Eastman&Laird, Pencils: Michael Dooney, Inks & Tones: E&L, Dooney, Ryan Brown, Jim Lawson, Letters: Steve Lavigne.]

[ID from alt: 1. Two panels. A garbed assassin turning around cautiously. Don swooping in with his bo staff, hitting with a two handed stabbing motion directly to the assassins head, grimacing with the effort. The hit connects off panel, with splash of action effects. 2. Three panels of Raph fighting a different assailant armed with knives. He blocks with his tonfas, then he kicks the assailant in the gut, and finally, connects a full body swing with one tonfa. The damage is off panel, but some of the effects looks bloody. END]

ID from alt: 1. Four panels, an assassin holding a gun trips as a weighted chain wraps around their neck. They fall into a fountain with a "Sploosh". They lay motionless. Mikey climbs out of the fountain, dripping, grimmacing, and chain clenched between his hands. 2. Two panels, Leo throws 3 Shuriken, which strike deeply into in a gun weilding assassins, head, chest and arm. END ID]

[newrww]

Fujikawaguchiko has several areas where tourists can snap a photo of Mount Fuji, the tallest peak in Japan, but the outlet many are flocking to a specific photo-op spot near a Lawson convenience store. Lawson is unique to Japan, making photos of the store and Mount Fuji appealing to foreign tourists.

"A reputation has spread on social media that this spot is very Japanese, making it a popular photo location," the official said.

The official told AFP that foreign tourists had caused disruptions amid their quest for the perfect photo, including overcrowding the area, leaving behind trash, and ignoring traffic regulations.

They added that the mesh barrier is the final resort after foreign tourists ignored traffic signs and warnings from security.

[...]An executive district council member for Gion, considered Japan's geisha district, told AFP this month that tourists are banned from entering certain private streets. The official said tourists had been misbehaving.

this is such a japan thing to do. they persecute people who carry small knives w/o a permit there. the rule breaking thing is taken seriously.

[drewschermickblindone]

My top 50 albums of 2023:

G's Us- WHAT THEM DOGS DONT KNOW THEY KNOW

Andrew Mbaruk- Foam Collar

Bufus Wood and Derill Pounds- derekhalfdead

Darko the Super featuring Homeboy Sandman- Now!

Video Dave + Controller 7-

ArticulatedTexTiles

Factor Chandelier- Moving Like a Planet

Gregory Pepper & His Problems- No Thanks

AJ Suede and Televangel- Parthian Shots

Rove- Poke The Bear

Dillon & Diamond D- Uncut Gems

Foule Monk- CRISIS

NOOB SAIBOT- 1

MC Roughneck Jihad & DJ Awkward- RAWK 2

Elzhi and Oh No- Heavy Vibrato

The Cloaks- A Cloak ReWork Orange (Remixes)

Buck 65, Doseone, and Jel- North American Adonis

KILLVONGARD- Life Is a Masterpiece

Tomcantsleep- The Sun is Yellow

epic/robcrooks- Lawson/Time is Not a Circle, It's a Fire Burning

Mycelium Culture- Microdose

calQtek- HANGOUT GALAXY

Aesop Rock- Integrated Tech Solutions

AJ Suede and Steel Tipped Dove- Reoccurring Characters

phiik & Lungs- Another Planet 4

Fatboi Sharif and Steel Tipped Dove- Decay

Mestizo- IWWIW--IIWII

Kenny Segal and Pink Navel- How To Capture Playful

Thoel Simerville- Birds Of A Feather

Roper Williams- Infinite Victory Loop

Noah23- Tank Girl

Brian Ennals and Infinity Knives- Rhino XXL

Onry Ozzborn- BlvckBeachBoi

Blockhead- The Aux

Park-Like Setting- This, That and the Third

Groundislava- Worldware

Armand Hammer- We Buy Diabetic Test Strips

Milc & Televangel- The Fish That Saved Portland

Capaciti & Noblonski- Learning to Walk in the Dark

Open Mike Eagle' Another Triumph of Ghetto Engineering

Ten-Headed Skeleton- A Thirst for Blood

George Clanton- Ooh Rap I Ya

UNSUNG- Hand Painted Model Trains

Jason Griff and Zilla Rocca- Stacking Chips

OLD SELF- DJ Mo Niklz presents "sorry"

Lt Headtrip, Dos4gw- Tap on the Glass

Child Actor and Serengeti- AJAI II

Young Fathers- Heavy Heavy

Marrow- Hail Telemetry

Jeff Markey and Skech185z He Left Nothing for the Swim Back

Kitz Willman- Grim Errands

[armenianwriterman]

RWBY x MORTAL KOMBAT KHARACTER: KANO

Bio: Kano Blackburn was once an orphan from Mistral whose life changed forever when he stole the watch of the former head of the Black Dragon. Impressed, he took the boy as his protegee and trained him how to be a master criminal. He quickly rose through the ranks and became one of its leaders by the time his mentor died. At some point before the series, he brutally tortured Sonya and killed her partner, starting a lifelong grudge which will become mutual when she shoots his eye out. When the war against Salem breaks out Kano seeks to take advantage of the chaos to spread the Black Dragon’s influence further, no matter who he has to ally with and betray to get there. 

Design: Josh Lawson’s Kano from the 2021 movie.

Color Name: Blackburn- Black

Species: Human

Eye Color: Grey, Red (Cybernetic)

Aura Color: Black

Weapon: Dragon’s Teeth- A pair of large bowie knives infused with electricity dust.

Semblance: Killer Glare - Kano can shoot laser beams out of his eyes a la Superman or Cyclops.

Affiliation: Black Dragon

[laresearchette]

Friday, December 23, 2022 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)

WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES?: FAMILY DINNER (discovery +)

WHAT IS <i>NOT</i> PREMIERING IN CANADA TONIGHT? 24TH ANNUAL A HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS AT THE GROVE (CBS Feed)

NEW TO AMAZON PRIME CANADA/CBC GEM/CRAVE TV/DISNEY + STAR/NETFLIX CANADA:

CRAVE TV ACTING GOOD (Season 1) AFTER THE STORM (Episodes 1-2) COMEDY CENTRAL’S HELL OF A WEEK WITH CHARLAMAGNE THA GOD (Season 1) CRIBS (Season 19) ERASER: REBORN A LOT LIKE CHRISTMAS MTV’S ARE YOU THE ONE? UK (Season 1) MUD MOUNTAIN HAULERS (Season 2) PEACE BY CHOCOLATE THE OUTFIT TREASURE HOUNDS ZOOM

DISNEY + STAR GAME OF SHARKS TINI TOUR 2022: FAREWELL OF THE YEAR

NETFLIX CANADA GLASS ONION: A KNIVES OUT MYSTERY PIÑATA MASTERS!

IIHF WORLD JUNIORS (TSN): 2:30pm: Pre-Competition: Switzerland vs. Sweden (TSN): 6:30pm: Pre-Competition: Canada vs. Finland

NHL HOCKEY (SNOntario/SNEast/SN1) 7:00pm: Bruins vs. Devils (TSN3) 7:00pm: Jets vs. Capitals (TSN5) 7:00pm: Red Wings vs. Sens (TSN2) 8:00pm: Habs vs. Stars (SNWest/SNPacific) 9:00pm: Canucks vs. Oilers (SN1) 10:30pm: Flames vs. Ducks

THE HOLIDAY (CBC) 7:00pm: Two women, one (Cameron Diaz) from America and one (Kate Winslet) from England, swap homes at Christmastime after bad breakups with their boyfriends.

SANTA'S GOT STYLE (City TV) 7:00pm: When department store executive Madison is charged with coming up with a fresh idea for the holiday season, she decides that instead of a classic Santa, this year they would hire a young Santa with lots of fashionable style.

MENORAH IN THE MIDDLE (CTV Life) 7:00pm: Sarah is headed back to her hometown for Hanukkah with news of her engagement. Upon returning she finds out that her father had a heart attack and things have gotten out of hand.

PULSE (APTN) 7:00pm: Featuring Soleil Launière, a professional dancer who mixes beats to create original scores for her performances; she discusses her creative process and how she incorporates natural elements into her pieces.

NBA BASKETBALL   (TSN4) 7:30pm: Raptors vs. Cavaliers (TSN5) 10:00pm: Grizzlies vs. Suns

A KINDHEARTED CHRISTMAS (CTV) 8:00pm: To capture the holiday spirit, Jaime anonymously gives gifts to those in need. Word spreads and people in town wonder who this "Secret Santa" is. She remains anonymous and meets Scott. Jamie tries to keep her secret and pursue a new romance.

THE COOK WHO CHANGED OUR LIVES (TLN) 8:00pm: Journalist/food writer Nigella Lawson offers tribute to food writer Anna Del Conte, who helped  raise awareness in Britain, of Italian cooking in 1949.

RETURN TO CHRISTMAS CREEK (Super Channel Heart & Home) 8:00pm:  After being told her new holiday app lacked Christmas spirit, a young CEO returns to her hometown to rediscover the meaning of the holidays.

A DICKENS OF A HOLIDAY! (Global) 9:00pm: To mark the 100th anniversary of a Victorian festival, Cassie invites movie star and former high school classmate Jake to play Scrooge in "A Christmas Carol."

MERRY KISS CAM (CTV Life) 9:00pm: Two people from very different worlds meet on a hockey kiss cam.

PEACE BY CHOCOLATE (Crave) 9:00pm: A Syrian refugee struggles to settle into his new Canadian small-town life, caught between his dream to become a doctor and preserving his family's chocolate-making legacy.

CANADA'S DRAG RACE: CANADA VS. THE WORLD (Crave 2) 9:00pm (SEASON FINALE): Who will be the Queen of the Mother-Pucking World?

NATALEE HOLLOWAY: HER FRIENDS SPEAK (Super Channel Fuse)  10:00pm:  Natalee Holloway mysteriously disappears while on a school trip in Aruba in 2005; evidence points to the man Natalee was last seen with, Joran Van Der Sloot.

[encrypted-cryptid]

Also 45 for anyone of your choosing!

45 - out of anger

"are you fucking kidding me? what part of that did you think was a good idea?!" wolf throws his hands up, gesturing wildly. hair a mess, he rakes another hand through it to try and distract himself from the nervous buzzing sensation that sits heavy in his limbs. across the room, riley stays curled around his rifle, systematically cleaning it. his knives sit shining, fanned out around him, a clear circle and line to cross. wolf keeps his distance.

"i was followin' orders."

"fuck off. i know damn well dante didn't order you to charge into that fucking building alone. we were on bodyguard duty, not -"

"i was doing my damn job!" riley snaps, baring his teeth, "and if that included taking out a fucking sniper in the next building over, then so be it! job's done, wolf, we're in the clear."

wolf narrows his eyes, staring down riley. neither looks away.

"and if i had to go back, tell kyle 'nd lawson that you'd gotten yourself fucking killed because you couldn't even bother to tell me where you were going?" his voice is steady, almost calm, a clear challenge that riley rises to meet like it's practiced.

"you wouldn't have. i can handle myself."

"but you don't! we're a fucking team riley!" stomping across the room, wolf kicks aside the neatly placed knives to grab riley's shoulders, fingers purposefully digging in. riley, quick as a whip, fists a hand in the front of wolf's vest, rearing back to headbutt him entirely on instinct; wolf meets him halfway, the sharp crack of impact echoing in the empty space of the safe room.

"you have a whole team for backup. you had me, on the fucking walkie, you stupid fucking idiot. i swear to god, i will make dante bench you until you learn to fucking communicate -" for the second time that evening, riley cuts him off. he pulls wolf in by the hand still white knuckled in his vest, their teeth clacking together hard enough to make them both groan; wolf bites, pushing riley against the wall, knee jabbed uncomfortably into his stomach. he has enough sense not to complain.

when they pull back, they're both panting hard. wolf pokes a finger at riley's chest.

"you're not off the hook yet." riley shrugs, trying to catch his breath.

"figured. just thought you needed to calm down a little," before wolf can reply, insult on the tip of his tongue, riley holds up a hand, "i'll talk to dante. tell him i need to work on comms, get him on my ass too. you know he won't stop nagging till i really learn."

wolf contemplates, then nods once, curt. he pushes himself off of riley, starts to gather up the knives he'd so angrily kicked aside.

"i'm still tellin' on you to kyle and lawson."

"fuck you."

[dargeereads]

Release Blitz Celebrations, Excerpt & Giveaway: Past Justice By Tibby Armstrong & Bianca Sommerland

The Asylum Fight Club, Book 20

This is not a beautiful love story.

But there is beauty in the darkness, and a love within family forged in blood, pain, regret, and triumph. To start here is to slip back to where it all began. From the boy who embraced a tempting nightmare to escape a hopeless reality, to the men who came together to find a home where even the most fragile heart, or the most depraved one, can be made whole.

The Asylum is more than a fight club.

Two teens raised within this haven drift away from the core of all it has to offer, drawn back as adults to find what they lost. One man, Sinaan ‘Sin’ Persaud, can bring them together, but only once he uncovers the war waged within the walls where romance can bring the sweetest pain and pleasure comes from indulging in things most speak of only in whispers. To first claim Garet Kincaid, he must join the young man on a road to redemption that began before he was even born.

To understand the challenges they all face is to explore a history dangerously close to repeating itself.

And expose the lies and secrets threatening to tear the foundation from the roots.

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Fated. Forged. Forever.

A place where men live and love by their fists—and ropes are for more than just the ring—The Asylum Fight Club isn't the easiest place to live or work, but it's a haven and a home for three men who've put their livelihoods—and lives—on the line to build a members-only gay sanctuary.

At the heart of The Asylum, Lawson Gaumond, Noah Leonov, and Curtis Smith, are three ex-lovers with one mission: to protect those they care for at all costs in an often unforgiving world of violence and vice.

They are three men, with one vision. Their bonds forged in blood. Fated to be together. Forever.

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If there were an emergency number for adulthood, Matt Kincaid would have dialed it months ago. Raising his kid brother alone is already an uphill battle, never mind when an ugly gang initiation lands the teen in lockup. Again. Only, this time for a hate crime against a local fight club, where settling debts isn’t taken lightly. When the club offers to let Matt risk everything in a long-shot match with a man who’s as brutally handsome as he is tough, he jumps at the chance.

If Matt wins, all will be forgiven. If not? Well, he might as well move in, because ‘The Law’ will own his ass...for a very long time.

There are no limits to what Lawson ‘The Law’ Gaumond will do to protect the club he and his former lovers built. An inner-city sanctuary where Anniston Falls’ gay leather culture thrives, The Asylum Fight Club isn’t an easy place, but it’s home. Taking on a local hothead whose younger brother vandalized the space isn’t high on his priority list, but there’s something about Matt that cries out for a firm hand.

Lawson’s never backed down from a fight, and he’s not about to start when there’s no way he can lose.

When renewed gang violence erupts, spilling blood over The Asylum, Lawson and Matt must confront their pasts to find a way forward. Gunshots and knives should be harder to survive than this rough love, but coming to the ring armed with nothing but the truth is their greatest challenge of all.

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Tibby Armstrong is the author of the (in)famous Hollywood and Boston After Dark series. She resides in her Connecticut hometown one mile from her ancestral family book farm. Seriously. There might be more books in her great-grandparents' 20 room Victorian farmhouse than in the local Barnes & Noble. With a Master's in Library Science and three cats, she's destined to be happily single and reading Romance novels until the end of her days.

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[veronica-lawson-phd]

[Lawson seemed intrigued by the seemingly never ending pockets. A strange amount of knives and guns fell out when looking for a phone but who was Lawson to judge the kid for self defense tools especially after he had been killed. ]

[ The air chilly near Beanies, the ghost rummages through his pockets as he stands outside. A disembodied voice seems to be muttering polish to themself, the sound quiet yet if close enough you could hear it. A raspy, masculine but squeaky voice cuts through the silence of the dead streets. Though what he says is confusing to someone who doesn’t speak the same language, he mumbles something about someone named Cal. ]

- @pete-spankoffski

[Lawson plans on stopping by Beanies for a cup of tea before finishing her grocery run. She is used to seeing hallucinations out and about, but she has recently realized that those hallucinations might not be as fake as she assumed and after hearing the word Cal she had a pretty good guess as to who this may be]

Um... Excuse me are you by any chance Pete?

[tsundereition]

For some reason a lot of people liked my boy Knives. He's probably the one with the most developed backstory.

Edit: forgor to mention he's based on the Knave of Hearts from Alice in Wonderland. Also credit to @unfinished-projects-galore for the background again.

[spectre-shitposts]

Joker: Woah Ms. Lawson, that is a Very Big Knife.

Miranda: What, this? Oh. An assassin tried to kill me with it once... I rather liked the curves, so I kept it

Shepard: Pffft, that's not knife. At that length it's a damn short sword.

Zaeed: Eh, I've seen longer ones.

Joker, grinning, that grin, flips out a standard pocket knife: Well it's definitely bigger than mine.

Miranda: ...

Shepard: ...

Miranda: And now you've made it awkward, Mr. Moreau.

Shepard: *snerk*

[lucindarobinsonvevo]

When the Blake mysteries starts and that kids getting bullied and I’m just like...🔪🔪🔪

[unearthlyxones]

“You’re fucking unbelievable.” { lawson @ eve }

{ Some Meme }

Blood coated her right arm from where it had poured out of the man’s slit throat. Eve let the body drop to the ground with a dull thud and then stepped over it as if it was nothing but a muddy puddle in the street and she didn’t want to get her shoes dirty. Which wasn’t far from the truth.

She still had the knife in her hand, coated in yet more blood.

‘You’re fucking unbelievable,’ Lawson said, stepping out from the shadows he’d concealed himself in after serving as a distraction to divert Eve’s target’s attention away from Eve.

There was awe in Lawson’s eyes and a grin on his lips.

Eve smiled brightly, using the bloody tip of the knife to flick hair over her shoulder and smearing more blood across her cheek with an accidental brush of her knuckles. ‘Thanks, cutie!!’ She pointed at the dead body. ‘If you’re hungry, you better eat that before it loses all the blood and goes cold.’

[thelordofdarkreunion]

Family Buisness

So, I haven’t gotten a story out in a while.  Sorry about that.  Things have been rather busy.  However, I believe you will quite like this one.  Scoundrel shenanigans galore and we get to meet Vir and Shepard’s families.  If you have any ideas or want to see anything in this particular story line, I am open to requests and suggestions!  I think this is going to be quite fun.  As always, I own no one except Drake.  Enjoy the story!

“So, uh, let me get this straight.  There are nine of you, and only three have anything resembling a normal family.  Of the others, one was kidnapped to be a child super soldier, one watched his family get murdered by an intergalactic mega-corporation, one had a god for a father who murdered his mother, one was raised by asshole trillionaires and left at the first opportunity, and two never knew their parents.”

“Yes.”

“Great.  I’m sure all of you are completely stable.”

The massive, silent form of the Master Chief stood, perplexed, at the going-ons of his compatriots.  You could not tell the thoughts flitting behind his immovable golden mask, though; he stood, still as a statue, as cold and unreadable as always.  In front of him, the various members of the Magnificent Scoundrels smoothed their hair, tightened coats and collars, and made absolute certain their shoes were shined to perfection.  

They were aboard the Enterprise, the sterile grey of the walls echoing with the faintest rustling of cloth.  It had been decided that, while the entire fleet was present, the Scoundrels themselves were to transfer to the Enterprise to prepare, then teleport to the surface of the planet below.  The Chief still didn’t understand why, precisely, they were dressing up so much.  It was only a party.  He had graduated Spartan training in his Mjolnir armor, attended officer’s banquets in his Mjolnir armor, and received the UNSC Medal of Honor from Lord Hood in his Mjolnir armor.  It didn’t come off then, and he didn’t see why it should now.  Though, begrudgingly, he did admit to himself that he was not precisely familiar with social niceties and customs of regular humans. 

   The others had all dressed in the next to best; their exceptionally over-elaborate dress uniforms or suits had no place here.  Vir and Cooper straightened their ties, and brushed invisible dust off sport coat lapels.  Solo and Quill struggled in nicer versions of their usual vestments, tugging uncomfortably at too-tight collars and boots.  Shepard pulled on his galaxy’s version of a tuxedo, and adjusted the high collar and coat line.  Kirk was wearing some sleek diplomatic uniform, still quite similar to that of the Starfleet’s, but more elegant and suited to parties.  Cain had originally planned to wear his usual Commissar’s coat and cap, thinking it perfectly fine for this situation, but the other Scoundrels had insisted, then begged, that he wear his full dress uniform, complete with far too much gold lace, epaulets, and a medal rack.  He straightened an errant piece of lace and carefully brushed his hat.  Drake was in his usual black coat, gloves and boots, perfectly dressed for any situation.  That was, after all, the entire point of the outfit.  

They had all been invited by Shepard and Vir to a family party of sorts.  Those two were the only ones with any sort of close family of worth.  It had been decided by higher powers (both of their mothers) that the two families should meet, and their sons’ new coworkers had been invited.  A horrible idea, in Drake’s professional opinion.  He looked over to Solo and Quill still itching in their formal clothes, Cain in his Imperial Commissar’s uniform, and the blank stare of Master Chief.  Yeah, this was going to go great.  Not to mention, of course, the fact that so many exceptionally powerful and influential individuals along with their families meeting in one spot was a magnet for assassinations or terrorist attacks.  If he was contracted to kill them all, it’s what he would do.  Cain finished straightening one last errant piece of lace and grinned over at his fellows.

“Well then.  Are we ready to go?” he asked.  The party was to take place on the moon below, a halfway point between multiple different galaxies.  The SSV Orizaba, an utterly massive dreadnought and pride of the System’s Alliance Navy, was currently orbiting the planet near to the Scoundrels’ fleet.  Captained by Hannah Shepard, she had obviously pulled some strings to get it stationed in the far reaches of space, and to have shore leave on this planet, at this precise time.  A civilian starliner carrying the Virs had also shown up, and according to spies on the ground, it was the entirety of the esteemed Admiral Adam Vir’s close family.  Including multiple small children.  There was no way this could go poorly.

“I think so,” replied Vir.

“Great.  Everyone ready?” asked Drake.  As he spoke, a lethally honed blade shot out of the space in his coat above his forearm.  He examined it with a critical eye before retracting it.  It fitted perfectly back in place, concealed from sight.  Shepard rolled his eyes.  

“Do you really need that?” he asked.

“Yes,” replied Drake matter-of-factly.

“There are going to be children present,” shot Vir, slightly annoyed.

“I know,” said Drake, utterly nonplussed.  “And there are going to be knives present as well.  I’d be more worried about the kids getting their hands on those instead of me having one hidden on my forearm.”  Vir and Shepard shared a look.  They had convinced Cain to leave his ceremonial weapons behind, but Master Chief still had his sidearm, and Vir was fairly certain Cooper had a pistol hidden somewhere on his person.  

“Fine,” replied Shepard.  “But remember, no jokes.”

“With you wearing that suit, I don’t need to tell jokes,” shot Cooper, walking over to the group.  

“I thought you said we weren’t supposed to kill anyone either,” replied Kirk with a laugh.

“Yeah, but, really,” said Vir, brushing it off.  “Captain Shepard is a Naval staff officer, and my family are all civilians, so they might be kinda off-put about you guys’ particular brand of humor.  No gay jokes, Pearl Harbor jokes, First Contact War jokes, first contact in general jokes, any political jokes, Vietnam War jokes, medical jokes, Drev War jokes, alien jokes, starship drive failure jokes, or any sort of horribly dark humor whatsoever.”

“Aww, there goes my entire repertoire,” fake-whined Drake, grinning.  Shepard muttered something to himself, then, noticing the entire party was ready, nodded at Kirk, who led them through the halls of the Enterprise to the transporters.  Several of the starship’s crew watched as they went, complimenting their dress, snickering, wishing them good luck, or making inappropriate comments.  They reached the transporter, large circular chamber covered with the smooth white and grey plastic-like material of the ship.  

“Say the words, please,” grinned Quill.

“Beam us up, Scotty!” fired back Kirk with enthusiasm.  They disappeared with a high pitched whine and a flash.  

On the Surface

Captain Hannah Shepard waited in the massive hotel ballroom her son and his strange colleagues had commissioned for this occasion.  Her crew had been delighted with the shore leave to a planet so far removed, yet still with cities and a fair sized population.  Earlier that evening, she had arrived by shuttle to the hotel.  The commander of marines from the Orizaba had wished her good luck, still nervous she had declined their protection.  She scoffed at that.  She was in a civilian hotel in the far reaches of space, with the dreadnought’s full contingent easily within radio range.  Besides, her son was going to be here, and he was an N7 graduate and a Spectre, no less.  From what she’d heard, his new colleagues weren’t slouches, either.  

She was quite annoyed at her son, though.  He had been a hero, saved the Citadel from the Reapers (the Council may have denied they existed, but she knew better), only for his ship to be destroyed.  They said he died.  She went to his funeral.  Saw the empty coffin next to his dress uniform.  She cried, for her only son was dead. 

Then, two years later, reports came that he was alive.  Whispers that the first human Spectre was alive reached her ears.  He was present on the Citadel for the first meeting between the new galaxies.  He hadn’t said anything, and only recently sent her a message.  She smiled grimly to herself.  A mother’s fury was not something to be taken lightly.  Commander John Shepard was in trouble.

But that would have to wait.  For right now, more than anything else, she just wanted to see him again.  

The reserved ballroom was massive, with long tables set in the middle for such a large party.  A huge window, with elegant cross pieces in black metal, stretched overlooking the interior garden area of the hotel.  Quite a nice view.  The Vir family was here as well, having arrived by civilian shuttle.  She found it bizarre that no one else had arrived; after all, from what she had heard, there were nine of these people, were there not?  That was after she received the most peculiar message.

Captain Hannah Shepard

In regards to your obvious questions about the families of your son’s other co-workers, most of them don’t have any.  It’s just best that way.

Regards,

Miranda Lawson, Executive Officer, Normandy

Indeed.  Ms. Lawson is quite correct.  It’s best you don’t ask, in fact.

Sincerely, 

Captain Thomas Drake, Apocalypse

Drake, 

Stop intercepting our communications.

Lawson,

Why?  I know you’re doing the same thing with mine.

The Virs were quite nice, in fact.  At the moment, groups of Admiral Vir’s nieces and nephews were running about the room, absolutely delighted with the open spaces and elegant architecture.  She had spoken to the Admiral’s mother, and… well, they had much in common due to the nature of their son’s activities.  Speaking of which…

The wooden double doors of the ballroom’s main entrance swung open, to reveal one of the strangest groups of individuals she’d ever seen.  Vir’s brothers all turned and stared, some doing a better job at hiding it than others.  

Captain Shepard immediately recognized Vir, his face quite similar to that of his siblings.  An eyepatch covered one side of his head, something she hadn’t quite known about.  Of course, she recognized her son, who gave her a lopsided grin immediately upon sighting her.  The others, though… well.

There were four normal looking men, all dressed in suits or elegant combinations of coats and vests.  She did not know any of their names.  Two of them had the look of starship captains.  She’d recognize that anywhere.  One, a shorter black-haired man wore the look of a combat veteran.  Definitely some sort of marine.  Possibly special forces.  The last, a brown-haired man with heavy boots, wore a greatcoat, and took in everything with a slightly amazed look.  Don’t know what he is.  

The last three, though…  One, towering over most of his fellows, wore a massive black greatcoat and officer’s cap, extremely over-embroidered in gold lace.  Red gloves covered his hands, and a full chest of medals on his chest shone with carefully polished beauty.  She almost laughed at the epaulettes.  Almost.  It was then she noticed the symbol on his cap.  A double-headed golden eagle, wings outstretched.  Already, that symbol had become infamous throughout her galaxy.  The golden Aquilia of the Imperium of Man.  So this is an Imperial, and a high ranking one at that, it seems.  Interesting.  

The second was dressed in a knee length black coat, and wore elegant black boots and gloves.  Captain Shepard nevertheless noted that the boots were heavily armored and very possibly well-suited for combat.  This man looked at the room through clear blue eyes, calculating every individual within.  He tried to hide it, but she saw the subtle glint of something behind those icy blue orbs.  She’d been around long enough to know: this one is dangerous.  Maybe a merc of some sort.

The last put everyone else to shame in terms of sheer lethalness.  He was utterly massive, towering at least a full head over every other person in the room.  Apparently disdaining to wear anything formal for this occasion, he was dressed in a full suit of green combat armor.  A huge handgun rested at his side, and his head was covered by a helmet.  Captain Shepard felt eyes judging her from behind a visor of glinting gold.  He made no moves, simply standing, almost unmoving, at the back of the group, yet Captain Shepard somehow knew that he was by far the most lethal of them.  

“Hi, Mom,” said Commander Shepard, snapping her out of her thoughts.  He was everything she remembered.  Her son.  In the flesh.  With a swift motion, she stepped forward and enveloped him in a hug.  He returned it awkwardly at first, then hugged her back with fierce intensity.  IN the corner of her eye, Captain Shepard could see Vir’s parents doing the same.  Their colleagues looked on with amusement, or untraceable looks.  

“I’ll talk to you later,” she hissed in Commander Shepard’s ear.  The two mothers stepped forward as Vir’s siblings and their families watched.  The black coated man smiled softly.

“There’s no need to be ashamed,” he started without preamble.  “That’s how you know they love you,” he said to Admiral Vir and Commander Shepard.   He gave a low bow.  “I am Captain Thomas Drake, and I can say with absolute certainty we are all most pleased to meet all of you.”

And there we have it!  Like I said before, if you have any ideas or suggestions for this story line, I’d love to here them!  

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From Social Security Works

Here’s how we know that the TRUST Act is total garbage: It uses the deficit created by programs without independent trust funds as an excuse to cut programs that do.

The military doesn’t have a trust fund, so we can spend nearly $700 billion annually without taking in dedicated revenue―but because Social Security and Medicare are directly financed by payroll contributions, Sen. Romney has his knives out for them.

Michael shared more about why there are fewer Democrats playing along with Mitt’s game this year―if you missed that email, check it out below.

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