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[arcandoria]

Hi, i was wondering if you could give some insight on to how Warhammer 40K naming conventions work? I have been searching and i have found really confusing info, so if you could help i would be really grateful.😭

Hi anon! Yeah I feel you, I was a bit lost at first. Honestly I can't give you a "100% Warhammer 40k" answer because what I did was look for real life name affixes, look into names that pop up in WH40k lore, and names specifically in Rogue Trader.

This page here was a good start.

Through this link it was a bit easier to understand the use of "van" and "von" (taken from Dutch and German affixes):

This led me to assumption one: While "van" can be for anyone (just like Heinrix became van Calox after being disowned), "von" might be restricted to nobility, specially on the level of a Rogue Trader (von Valancius).

The use of "van" doesn't seem limited to a sector, it can be for anything that is relevant to the character's originated location. You could probably use a Voidship's name for a voidborn.

Then we got "af". Theodora is Theodora von Valancius Massimo af Scarus, an Imperial Sector. A Noble!RT is [Name] Aeos Venria de Vahl af Calixis, another Imperial Sector. In both of these and in other instances, it shows up at the end of the name structure. It also seems to be limited for nobility, based on the characters it appears.

Because Cerys does not come from a known Sector but rather a binary star system, I noticed that some of these people had a planet name right after their name (even if they have "af" at the end).

Faisal Rykadi ab Medineh af Koronus

Vistenza Janus Vyatt ab Aram af Koronus

This got me to assumption two: I don't know if Rykadi was intentional from Rykad, but I enjoyed the idea that it indicates a system origin. So my personal twist came to be and I added "Tallarni" for Cerys Tallarni, to indicate her origins due to lack of a proper Sector, without using "van".

Both these names also make use of "ab", which seems to be patronymic in some cultures:

Assumption number three: Medineh and Aram are probably the founding fathers of these people's respective families. It also shows after the System Origin and what seems to be just a surname.

All of this craziness seems to be most common among nobility. A lot of other characters, even ones who ascended to nobility, have a pretty normal name structure. Abelard Werserian, CrimeLord!RT being Stubbs, Militarum!RT being Scipio-Grimald, etc. So honestly, just do what your heart desires.

Cerys for example was simply Cerys Scipio Al-Rachad before becoming Rogue Trader, since the patronymic "Al-" shows up in some Tallarn Desert Raider characters and matches the ethnic inspiration.

So I guess the break down I settled on was:

[Name] [System/Planet] [Surname] [Patronymic] [Dynasty/Family] [Origin/Sector]

Cerys Tallarni Scipio ab Rachad von Valancius

Which is still not perfect because Theodora, for example, does not follow that by having von Valancius right after her name, though I suppose it could just mean she was born directly into the dynasty.

As a side note and complete headcanon, I like the idea that van Sector might work for Imperium Servants who were disowned, like Heinrix, just like Westerosi give bastards a surname by region. So by joining the ranks of the Inquisition and not just being a regular joe anymore, he got van Calox for maybe working in the Calixis Sector, or by being there when that promotion happened.

[crpgfiles]

Sylvia Scipio-Grimald's Personal Log #1

Date: 769.998.M41 Chronos-Stamp: 0832. Shipboard Standard Time Location: Voidship Solis Invicta

I was summoned this morning. No preliminaries, no plan, no debrief… Merely a letter, unsigned and sealed with the authority of the Segmentum High Command. My service in the Astra Militarum is concluded. Honorably discharged, the paper read, though the words rang hollow. There was nothing honorable about being removed from my post and sent aboard a strange ship due to someone's whim. 

An escort awaited at the barracks. I was given precisely twelve minutes to gather my effects. My quarters, and my regiment, were no longer mine. I did not even speak to Colonel Kevrin before departing. The rites of parting were denied me.

I now find myself aboard the von Valancius voidship, the Solis Invicta, a vessel of staggering opulence and an ancient, baroque design. The walls are inscribed with High Gothic blessings; the shrines are tended not by soldiers, but by robed acolytes with too-soft hands.

As I compose this entry, I stand on the balcony of one such temple. The scent of sanctified incense clings to my plain clothes. I wasn't allowed to take my uniform when I left. From here, I can see the inner sanctum's choir of servo-skulls, chanting litanies to the God Emperor. 

I have yet to meet Rogue Trader Theodora von Valancius. I intend to request an audience at the earliest opportunity, though I suspect such matters are handled on her terms alone. That she holds the authority to requisition a Lieutenant General of the Imperial Guard without explanation speaks volumes. I have served the Throne for over three decades, I've bled for it and commanded men to their deaths for it, and now I am cast adrift by the word of a woman.

They speak of a higher purpose. I have never needed one. Service to the Emperor was purpose enough. For now, I observe. I endure. I await orders.

Footsteps echo behind me... Perhaps my inquiry is to be answered sooner than expected. I shall write again when I am able.

[whencyclopedia]

Empuries

Empuries (also Emporiae or Emporion) was a Greek and then Roman colony on the northeastern coast of Spain. Thriving as a local and Mediterranean trading centre, it prospered from the 6th century BCE to the 2nd century CE. Several times the Romans used the port as a landing place for armies to invade and plunder Iberia and they established a military camp at the site which evolved into a small town embellished with the usual collection of Roman architectural features. The site today offers the visitor extensive ruins, notably a large portion of the city walls, a crytpoportico, forum space, and large private houses.

Historical Overview

Empuries was established by settlers from Massalia (Marseilles) in the 6th century BCE who founded the port of Palaeopolis on an island at the mouth of the Fluvia River. The settlers prospered through trade and then spread to the Greek town known as Neapolis near the coast which covers about 4 hectares. The two areas were called Emporion, indicative of their dependence on trade, where wine, pottery, and olive oil, along with goods from Massalia and those of Etruscan origin, were exchanged for metals and foodstuffs from the local tribes reached via the River Fluvia and the nearby River Ter.

The Romans used the port during the Second Punic War against Carthage, with Scipio Africanus landing expeditions there in 218 and 211 BCE, and again in 195 BCE when Marcus Porcius Cato led a force to quash the Iberian revolt which sprang up in reaction to Rome's demands for tribute. From 100 BCE, in order to create a more permanent base from which to exploit Iberia and protect the trade route from Italy, they built a Roman town from the original army camp. Located on the coast opposite from the Greek town, which had by then covered all of the island, the Roman town was laid out in right-angled blocks and eventually spread to cover some 22.5 hectares. The town received another boost when Julius Caesar settled veterans from his legions there in 45 BCE.

In the reign of Augustus (27 BCE – 14 CE) the two still separate towns and a nearby indigenous Iberian settlement (Indika) were combined and awarded the status of municipium, which was given the collective name Emporiae. The town had its own forum, agora, small amphitheatre, gymnasium, and walls, and continued to mint its own coinage (which began in the 5th century BCE) with a characteristic Pegasus design. There were also temples to the Greek god of medicine Asclepius and to Serapis, the Hellenistic-Egyptian god. Empuries declined in importance for unknown reasons from the 2nd century CE but continued as a more modest, walled settlement well into the early Christian period.

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[xavierbautistagarcia]

One of the most besieged islands

The Castle of Lipari (Lìpari in Sicilian), located on the island of the same name in the Aeolian archipelago, is a fortress dating back to the 16th century, whose history has witnessed numerous historical events over the centuries. Its history dates back to antiquity, when the island was known as Meligunis.

According to Diodorus Siculus, the first Greek colony was founded around 580-577 BC by colonists from Cnidus and the island of Rhodes, under the direction of Pentathlus, a Cnidian. This colony prospered, but had to defend itself against Tyrrhenian pirates, creating a fleet that defeated the Etruscans on several occasions.

During the First Punic War (264-241 BC), Lipari became a Carthaginian naval base. In 260 BC, the Roman consul Gnaeus Cornelius Scipio attempted to capture the island, but was surprised and captured by the Carthaginians in what is known as the Battle of the Lipari Islands. This was the first naval engagement of the Punic Wars and was notable for the Romans' inexperience in naval combat.

After the fall of the Roman Empire, Lipari suffered several invasions. In 838, the Muslims devastated the island and deported its inhabitants, leaving it uninhabited for two centuries.

It was not until the arrival of the Normans in 1083 that repopulation began, with the establishment of Benedictine monks who founded a monastery. Pope Urban II granted lordship of the islands to the monastery in 1091, and Abbot Ambrosio promulgated a constitution in 1095 that granted the inhabitants property and inheritance rights over the lands they cultivated, thus encouraging repopulation.

Lipari was attacked by the Ottoman corsair Khayr al-Din Barbarossa in 1544, who, with a fleet of 150 ships, sacked the island after besieging it. The great cathedral was burned and some of the 8,000 inhabitants were captured. This devastation led Emperor Charles V to order the construction of defensive walls in the city and to encourage repopulation, attracting settlers from regions such as Calabria and Campania.

The danger of new attacks by the Turks did not disappear until the beginning of the 18th century, with the island already incorporated into the Kingdom of Sicily since 1589. Later, it were incorporated into the new Kingdom of the Two Sicilies, to finally be part of the new kingdom that unified all of Italy in the mid-19th century.

[hunty627]

Here’s the script for Genies in Lyoko.

One day, Steven and I were talking to the genie team about our favorite show, Code Lyoko. The genie team were very impressed, when all of a sudden, strange things began to occur. One example was a public bus was driving too fast out of control to the petrochemical plant! And at the very moment, 2 genies were reported seen in an old factory in France. So we all went to see. When we arrived, we met a boy named Jeremy. He said he’s heard of the genie team and says they can help his friends stop XANA, who was responsible for the strange things occurring. So, he chose 10 of the genies to go to Lyoko. They each took turns being scanned in the scanner and they were virtualized into the ice sector. They found Ulrich and battled the Krabs. Then they went through a way tower that took them to the desert sector, where they found Odd and saved him from the Kankrelats. Next, they went through another way tower that took them to the mountain sector, where they found Yumi and saved her from the hornets. Next, Jeremy typed in the code Scipio and that made the transporter appear take them to Sector 5, where they had to rescue Aelita from the creepers. She’s the only one who can deactivate an activated tower. When XANA activates a tower on Lyoko, he can launch an attack on the real world. Yumi, Odd and Ulrich got on their vehicles and Aelita used her wings and they, along with the genie team entered the tunnel that took them to the forest sector, where the activated tower is located. But they had to fight some tarantulas that were in the way. After the tarantulas were beaten, they saw the activated tower. But they got an unexpected surprise. There was William! he needed rescuing too! A Scyphozoa has linked its tentacles to William’s back, taking control of him! They worked hard and then Yumi tossed her fan and cut the tentacles off of his back. William was very relieved they came to save him. And while he and the others battled XANA’s creatures, Aelita went into the activated tower and entered the code Lyoko. Soon, the genie team and the Lyoko warriors were devirtualized and sent back to earth. Then we watched and waited for Yumi & Aelita to come out of the scanners too. And when the scanner doors opened, we all gasped in amazement! Aelita & Yumi were wearing genie outfits! They were the new genies! Everyone was very happy. But none were more happy than me & Steven. It was the best day of our lives that the genie team met the Lyoko warriors and they promised to lend a hand if XANA ever launches another attack. And so, we all went back home so Aelita & Yumi can tell the genie team all about their amazing stories. The end.

[traeuthaeou]

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The Royal Military Academy Sandhurst, commonly known simply as Sandhurst, is one of several military academies of the United Kingdom and is the British Army's initial officer training centre. It is located in the town of Sandhurst, Berkshire, though its ceremonial entrance is in Camberley, Surrey, southwest of London. Wikipedia

Address: Camberley, Royal Military Academy, Sandhurst GU15 4PQ, United Kingdom

Founded: 1947

Colors: Blue, Red, Yellow

Subsidiary: Tayforth UOTC

Affiliations: British Army

Length: 44 weeks army.mod.uk

Commandant: Major-General Nick Cowley

Motto: Serve to lead

March: Scipio (Slow) British Grenadiers (Quick)

Parent institution: Sandhurst Group

Phone: +44 1276 63344

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[iricardotrujillo]

THE PUNIC WARS

After a long journey, I arrive at the beautiful island of Sicily, in the middle of the Mediterranean. The salty air and bright sun welcome me, and I can't help but think about how this place was the center of a big fight between two powerful civilizations: Rome and Carthage.

It's the year 264 BC, and peace in Sicily has been broken. Both Rome and Carthage want to control the island because it’s rich and in a good location for trade. As I walk along the coast, I see the first battles, with ships crashing against the sea, as Romans and Carthaginians fight for control of this important land.

Rome, even though it's mostly a land-based city, knows it must fight Carthage at sea, where they are better. So, they quickly build a navy! The sun shines over the Roman shipyards as they prepare for the battle. In the end, the Romans win, and Sicily becomes part of their empire. Looking at the island, I remember how it all started here, with a fight for control of such an important place. Details: The Punic Wars were three wars fought between Rome and Cartago (Carthage) from 264 BCE to 146 BCE, which played a key role in Rome's rise as the dominant Mediterranean power. The First Punic War (264-241 BCE) was fought over control of Sicily, with Rome emerging victorious, gaining Sicily as its first province. The Second Punic War (218-201 BCE) is famous for Hannibal's invasion of Italy, but despite his early victories, Rome, led by Scipio Africanus, defeated Cartago at the Battle of Zama, gaining control of Spain. The Third Punic War (149-146 BCE) saw Rome destroy Cartago entirely after a brutal siege, turning its territory into the Roman province of Africa. The Punic Wars led to Rome’s uncontested dominance in the Mediterranean and the end of Cartago as a major power.

[fnatweety]

GET US OUT OF NATO!!!

[perfect-homemade-chili]

358 “Lost Treasures.”

But like, why chili…? Thank you for asking, because it implies the existence of other great and wonderful lost treasures of the world which, in contention for our time and pursuit, justifies the irreplaceable worth of our research on chili overall. We will examine three such lost relics/treasures below that currently tickle our imaginations, and will likely suggest more in the future— 1) Tesla’s papers/research on infinite energy—I genuinely believe this exists, is fully articulated, with a solution that might be resoundingly simple (for reasons to speculate in another post) but, considering its potential to disrupt geopolitical spheres/energy grids on a global-scale, no wonder it is “lost.”

2) Shakespeare’s collaboration with Fletcher, the lost play Cardenio—Fletcher (of Beaumont and Fletcher fame) is, like Ben Jonson, a top-tier Elizabethan playwright often overshadowed by Shakespeare’s ubiquity, and I would barter my annual Netflix subscription to see their collaborative effort once. By the way, some people (including late British barrister/buddhist scholar, Humphrey Christmas) believe Shakespeare did not exist, but was a pseudonym for Francis Bacon or a group of writers, including Jonson and Marlowe, etc… and yet, there is a very funny tidbit about Shakespeare, that the playwright in real life dressed quite bizarre/provocatively for his time… and an inscription (unless it is an inside joke) by Ben Jonson on Shakespeare’s first Folio, next to his portrait, basically writes “don’t judge this dandy by his appearance, but by the substance of his work.” Lol.

3) The last treasure I hope will be rediscovered is the lost Lives of Plutarch—okay, there are many, so this is kinda like wishing for more wishes… But I have reason to believe at least a few are not actually lost, like Tesla’s papers. Think about it—some of the lost Lives are among the most illustrious/celebrated of history—Heracles, Epaminondas, Scipio, Meander, Hesiod, Pindar, Leonidas, Augustus, Claudius, even friggin’ Nero…? it just doesn’t make sense, when we miss these but still have the lives of Otho and Galba (who? Exactly.) I have an awesome farfetched whimsical conspiracy theory for this—that maybe some Lives, especially Hercules and Hesiod and Epaminondas… maybe even Orpheus at some point?… were stolen and kept from the public because of occult or alchemical secrets they may otherwise divulge; the story of Hercules (like the timeless Journey to the West) was deeply symbolic of the meditative/cultivation process… and Orpheus is known for journeying into the underworld and escaping… so. Someone call Robert Temple to the job.

If it seems like we are making circles with dead pizza-crust, please remember you can always take a break by visiting our Farm, where secret treasures await behind unimposing rustic pastoral charm… (some working imageries): a cool lake nestled in mountain cliffs and evergreens and, hidden just below its silent surface, tall columns and lost monuments of temples and sculptures, remnants of a forgotten city; a stately courtyard full of fruit trees surrounded by a thorn-hedge, hiding a basement laboratory for occult gastronomy and alchemy; a cozy campfire in a dark forest, out of which beats more pungent than brimstone and more dank than swamp-planet X2693 sometimes escape; a magnificent library with tall windows and winding staircases, with secret titles that, when pulled in order, open a secret door to a balcony overlooking the world.

—sandwich#002—Florentine-style sandwiches are world-famous and were among my fondest memories during my study abroad before I was asked to leave for making shady deals with Moroccans. I recently happily located a branch location near where I live in NYC, All'Antico Vinaio. Some iconic builds that I’ve rediscovered include a) lardo, gorgonzola, truffle honey, b) salami, pecorino, truffle honey, c) mortadella, stracciatella, pistachio cream and pistachios, d) salami, pecorino cream, artichoke cream, spicy eggplant… and of course prosciutto combos, which most people already know, like mozzarella/basil/tomato (caprese).

[zooterchet]

Spider-Man:

Online Arrests Filed, through "Glamour Girl":

1996: Andrew Wachowski, "nil".

1997: Carrie-Anne Moss, "Damn-Yankee".

1998: Brian Monaghan, "qwerty".

1999: Keanu Reeves, "Howie".

2000: Rich Kyanka, "Toggan".

2001: Anthony Weiner, "Betty".

2002: Larry Wachowski, "Apathy".

2003: Hugh Jackman, "Ghul".

2004: Sayed Adnan, "Petula".

Hannibal Rising:

Michael Charlebois: "Cain", a spy's accountant, out of "Chutzpah", a political artist.

Alice O'Neill: "Kilpatrick", a female spy, out of "U'Niall", a spy's slaver.

Kenny Winston: "Weinstein", a Gentile's banker, out of "Cromwell", a German fire fighter.

Ryan Taylor: "Gaylord", a Buddhist assassin, out of "Polk", an optometrist.

Katie Stevens: "Stevenson", a Jamaican drug runner, out of "Alexander", a Macedonian inventor.

Matthew Lennox: "Satan", a Jewish king, out of "Nigger", a Parisian actor's mother to Scipio Africanus.

John Remby: "Roosevelt", a poverty demanded leader, out of "Alexander", a Macedonian inventor.

Pasquale Acosta: "Ibn Rashid", a Medina Arab, out of "Princeps", a Central Powers mercenary.

William Morgan: "Davis", a Southern cotton obsessive, out of "Hamilton", a treasurer's informant's officer.

Mark Salib: "Harding", a munitions developer, out of "Gilgamesh", a sugar salesman.

Cassie-Leigh Stock: "Donalban", a Puerto Rican Aryan, out of "Gould", a fascist writer for Francisco Franco.

Alexandra Gaetano: "Crowley", an Irish priest, out of "Brian", the victim of Christ.

Jenna Williamson: "Bundy", a Canadian spy, out of "Booth", a Mossad hired assassin.

Zach Savell: "Morales", a firefighter's inventor, out of "Aragorn", the first cowboy.

Maureen Harrison: "Harrison", a poisoner artist Gadze, out of "Cornwallace", a disgraced general.

Jen McDade: "Aensley", a British banker, out of "Lemerise", a British cop family.

Jeremy Stevens: "Mosley", a Group Force Leader, out of "Oswald", a British undercover agent.

Raven Bush: "Desperado", a Comanche Sheriff, out of "Joseph", a defeated Greek.

David Cohen: "Adolph", a German Turkish spy, out of "Ataturk", a cigarettes salesman.

Nicholas Maynard: "Hayes", a patent swindler, out of "Bourbon", a female transgender.

Allison Haimes: "Chi Minh", a CIA undercover, out of "The Duke of York", a professional British knife fighter.

Greg Connolly: "Visser", an Afrikaans Irish, out of "Lan Ray", a Boer Holocaust victim.

Brian Monaghan: "Myers", a KGB Ireland, out of "Carnegie", a Scottish Knight.

Ivan Tomasic: "Dahmer", a professional first strike mutually assured destruction pilot, out of "Ljudovich", an Austrian Black Shirt.

Christopher Sweeney: "Sween", a Black Baron Schultzstaffel, out of "Washington", a Romalian Boelyn.

Joshua Moen: "Van Zant", a professional raconteur assassin, out of "Chaucer", a Knight's Guard.

Bernice Lamb: "De Salvo", a Nietzschean Ubermensch, out of "Panzram", a sculptor author.

Joshua Golden: "Eshkol", an intelligence programs founder, out of "Mosaic", a Hittite Prince.

Uma Thurman: "Magnusdotter", a bodybuilder assassin, out of "Catherine", a surmised monarch.

Joseph Biden: "Capone", a police officer criminal, out of "James of Scotland", a legal reformer.

Lloyd Ahlquist: "Agnew", a Rabbinical entomologist, out of "Bin Laden", a prison convicts manager.

Will Ferrell: "Adams", a carnival's lover, out of "Pedro II", a harbormaster.

Joseph Kennedy III: "Kenway", a pork meats distributor, out of "Kennedy", a Tepes, a cannibal.

Star Wars Episode 1-3:

Leadership:

"Duo": Shaun Wilcox, Hawaiian Coastal Engineer, US Navy Japan.

"Libra": James Holmes, DC Comics Development, Mossad Counter-Bay Station.

"Leo": Jeffrey Lange, Cleveland Rotary Association, Finance and Debitures Apartment.

Duo:

"Blueberry": Police code on APB scanner, to catch "ranger patrols", off cented Mounted and Royal Mounted sections (Canadian-German, Protestant Universalist).

"WTC Location Grab": Profiling of Osama Bin Laden, three days after 9/11, to DC Comics Location and Transition Wards, Mossad Afghanistan; Tora Bora Prison Complex.

"San Andreas": Capture of Toris Nelby, British Co Anchor Author, "Crack Underground"; while in live transit of threat of CIA agent Peter Tsapatsaris, "Nails", posing as "Peebo" on internet as fraud of Russian-Jewry infiltrating CIA Annex Three; Winchester Frauds, IDF Biotech Experiments. Toris Nelby, "Peebo", detained and "destroyed", by fired rounds, from Eric Frein.

Libra:

"British Exemplar": Takeover of Japan by Warerra Party, masquerading Clone Wars film, recently released, by "Lucas Arts", as actual factual plan of attack; Pearl Harbor, as represented by "Kleinmen", Rohypnol dealers for Mossad.

"Gutwill Five": Seizure of criminal resources and allies of Framingham Narcotics, rogue Israeli Defense Forces section of Massachusetts cops, out of Jewish gangsters in Ohio; biker gangs, Canadian Freemasons.

Leo:

"Assassin's Creed": Creation of Assassin's Creed concept, as alternative to parents pamphlets to place children in Mossad underground as "Moslems" or "Mussulman".

"Guantanamo Live Range Agent": Use of third degree interrogator's training from mother's Marine NCO doctor, "Glen", to hunt his killers inside INTERPOL's top ranks; Gwenn Pratt, John Washburne, Steven Charlebois, Brian Monaghan, Alexandra Gaetano, and John Kerry.

"Philips Freemasons of Boston": Stage point of removal of Ted Bundy catchem code, to take over Boston Triads for FBI and State Police, through Cyber Command aegis helix on Los Angeles Police Department server scans; return of Chinese to American policing, as FBI informants and cover agents, against rising tide of Taiwanese nationalism; unions and Russian-Jewish consortiums of film and media logic.

"Pinkville": The strike on the Hell's Angels as a capture turn of the Canadian Freemasons for operating criminal ventures in factories, sports leagues, and boarding schools, to turn children into slaves and writers and prison convicts; the French and British Freemasonic attempt to undo Bill Clinton's peace for labor, athletics, and prison inmates.

"Hideous Karl": Use of Jack Unterweger's serial killer profile, tying a necktie for a business meeting, taught by Scoutmasters in male and female scout troops, for any career or American act, to pen research work for Christopher Nolan, MGM, and FOX.

"The Steroids Scandal": Outing American-Japanese pharmaceuticals, and MI-6 doctors, for selling performance enhancing steroids, Suboxone, for decades, under different brands and claim of brands; the public lawsuit against Dr. Joshua Golden, of United Health Associates, by the Attorney General of Massachusetts, Maura Healey.

"The Kennedy Campaign": Legalized marijuana, certified safe and non-sprayed by tree surgeons elected by towns, free from media myth presented on Holland and British telecasts, or by journalist work by High Times magazines authors. Held under tax stamps, through the State Police.

"Spiral": The culmination of three decades of work, as an NSA, from kindergarten to the mid-thirties, in the takedowns of INTERPOL, On Leong Tong, the Unitarian Church, and MI-6. The culmination of years of experience, placed in two blog reformatories, "Lex Luthor and the Sudbury Boys", and "Spiral - The Batman Killer", the prior academic references, the latter actual career references. The shutdown of the "United Nations Security Council", by planting a forged work on American Marxism from 2003, from an economics business professor at UMass-Amherst, Gerald Friedman, through the actual United Nations; published independently overseas, by those dependent on the United Nations as an American CIA entity; falsely framed as MI-6. The same NSA trick, used on Stephen Glass, a Vatican affiliated lawyer out of the Italian government's Nortel structure.

Spiral:

Joshua Moen: Keep the President's secret about Raven Bush getting stoned, or Cam Hollopeter marries your wife. But you don't have a wife, you're in love with Superman. Not Batman.

Method: Men's writing and literature styles, conflict terms of endearment in imago transformation.

Keanu Reeves: Clear Ben Brown of raping Raven Bush, or place yourself in perpetuity of your film, "The Matrix 1", being owned by the Crown Government.

Method: RTS counselor first sight response, however on public Majesty's review in Court.

Jenna Williamson: Place wired testimony through VFW, and accept your draft into the United States photographic corps unit for an upcoming military conflict.

Method: Coverage of the USS Cole bombing, being varied into a "K", the "Kierney" Amish mark on Marlboro cigarettes.

Ben Brown: Admit into economics program despite not earning a valedictorian's GPA through gymnastic and academic marks in highschool, or a military tour on apprenticeship to warrant officer status.

Method: US Presidential merits and statuses of badge, passed, during freshman year orientation.

Matthew Lennox: Separation from Raven Bush, under her alias, "Silver Laventi", at UMass-Amherst; attempting to engage for Elks Club, the Drake family, to remove from David's vicinity and allow him to take a law career for the Winchester CIA undercover in Israeli biotech medical testing on "Goyim", humans that have done DXM.

Method: Interjection through a Coen, the "Chutzpah" family, and placement of Raven inside the German underground as a medical advisor.

Peter Tsapatsaris: Outing that the name and alias used, is false, linking instead to a black drug dealer murdered on the MUSH.

Method: Interpreting with the actual alias, as the individual being extorted by the claimed name, out of Brian Monaghan's connection to NEWS Harvard, the studio print for the Boston Herald.

Brett Norman: Moving between ExSec operations controller, Andre Berube, after being recruited for role, and a permanent incarceration in Pembroke, watched by Steven "The Rifle" Flemmi.

Method: Placement in Pembroke military ward facility, to remove Rhode Island judge in league with Israeli Medical Authority.

The Matrix:

British Commonwealth (UK) Positions:

Boris Yeltsin: Claim, working through America for economic reestablishment.

Elie Wiesel: Claim, working to prevent anti-Semitism in United States.

Stan Lee: Claim, working in an MI-6 brand to teach police morals.

Queen Elizabeth II: Claim, defending British Isles against Adolf Hitler's traditions.

George W. Bush Jr.: Claim, Shriner's Freemasonic Lodge of England.

Federal Republic of Germany (FRG) Roles:

Boris Yeltsin: National Rifle Association.

Elie Wiesel: Romalian Federation.

Stan Lee: Hitler Youth.

Queen Elizabeth II: Catholic-Sepulchre Jewish Orthodoxy.

George W. Bush Jr.: Kaiser's Lodge.

[xhudgenssistersconfessions]

Here are some reviews about bad boys where they mention Vanessa, not much about her performance but some reviews that mention her, not many because most of the reviews are about the film itself and Will and Martin but for those who are lazy or not want to read spoilers lol:

- Helping them get to the bottom of things are fellow cops Dorn (Alexander Ludwig) and Kelly (Vanessa Hudgens). The latter’s entire role sadly consists of her either brandishing weapons or inquiring about the location of her body wash.

- Numerous familiar female characters (including Vanessa Hudgens’ weapons expert and Paola Núñez’s police captain) come back to either wield guns or play damsels in distress, but the focus is firmly on the genial central pair as they dart around Miami raising the body count.

- Among the cast, Hudgens, Ludwig and Núñez return to their cops roles with relish

- Ride or Die also centers Marcus and Mike’s families — biological and extended, as is the case with Rita (Paola Núñez), Kelly (Vanessa Hudgens) and Dorn (Alexander Ludwig) — as much as their friendship. And it’s nice to see how their support system has grown

- With both this familial storyline and the participation of Mike and Marcus’ squadmates Dorn (Alexander Ludwig) and Kelly (Vanessa Hudgens), Bad Boys: Ride or Die continues the franchise’s deliberate descent into soap opera-y

- . Vanessa Hudgens and Alexander Ludwig get to develop into real personalities who you could see in a spin-off. Likewise, Paola Núñez, Jacob Scipio, and especially Dennis Greene

- There is some sense of cohesion from the last film as most of the characters introduced in “Bad Boys For Life” return. Most of the crew, such as Dorn (played by Alexander Ludwig) and Kelly (played by Vanessa Hudgens), come back, albeit in far less prominent roles

There is more, i can back later 😉

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[crpgfiles]

Sylvia Scipio-Grimald's Personal Log #2

Date: 769.998.M41 Chronos-Stamp: 1832. Shipboard Standard Time Location: Voidship Solis Invicta

A great deal has transpired since my last entry. Far too much, and far too quickly.

The footsteps I heard belonged to Kunrad Voidgtvir, Master of Whispers aboard this vessel and a former potential heir to the von Valancius dynasty. He claimed he had been sent to give me a tour of the ship and conduct a formal introduction to the Lord Captain. What followed proved far from the usual procedure for such events.

Upon reaching the lower decks, we were ambushed by rogue servitors. Kunrad was of little use in the fight, which, at the time, I assumed it was due to his surprise. Now I know it was due to complicity. I dispatched the attackers with a handgun, proving once again that one does not forget marksmanship acquired through decades of combat. My bolter may be gone, but the training remains.

Afterward, Kunrad directed me to the bridge, where I finally met Rogue Trader Theodora von Valancius. She was engaged in discussion with Edelthrad, the apparent heir, and Abelard, her seneschal. The atmosphere was tense. Edelthrad viewed me as a threat and he made no effort to hide it. I had no time to mend that bridge, explaining we are both servants of the God Emperor, for within minutes, the ship plunged into chaos.

A shipwide vox-alert signaled emergencies on multiple decks. Heretic forces flooded key sections of the vessel. It became clear in that moment that while I may have been discharged from the military, my fighting days weren't over. Abelard fought at my side, he is as capable with a blade as he is with counsel.

Initially, we believed the chaos to be Warp-induced madness, but it soon became apparent that Kunrad was the mastermind behind the mutiny. He turned on us, revealing himself a servant of the Ruinous Powers. In an act of treachery, he abducted me and attempted to use my blood to force entry into the Warrant Chamber, exploiting our momentary presence outside realspace.

He did not anticipate the chamber's own defense systems. The cogitator spirit retaliated, activating turrets that slayed his allies and wounded him before he escaped into the bowels of the ship. I suspect the blade he used in his ritual has tainted me. Warp corruption... may have taken root within my mind.

Abelard arrived soon after, summoned, apparently, by a vox-cast the cogitator sent in my name. Together, we repelled another wave of heretics. We determined that we must reach the Navigator's Sanctum to ensure the Solis Invicta could safely exit the Warp.

Along the way, we encountered Idira, an unsanctioned psyker in Lady Theodora's service. For the sake of the mission, I set aside my instinctive distrust towards her, though my reservations remain even after all the went through together today. She is an unknown quantity. I will compose a full report on her capabilities and temperament at a later time.

We secured the Sanctum, though the Navigator was in critical condition. With time slipping, we pressed on toward the bridge, where I was joined by Sister Argenta of the Adepta Sororitas. She, like myself, harbors little trust in the psyker, and her zeal and ferocity were invaluable as we cut through the heretics swarming the passageways. It was truly an honor to once again fight side by side with a Sister of Battle. 

Near the bridge, a fire broke out and a Warp-spawned illusion in the likeness of Theodora attempted to corrupt us, offering its help to transverse the fire. I opted to charge through flames alone, without the thing's help. And by the Emperor's grace I came out mostly unharmed. Emerging from the fire, we met Edelthrad, who informed us the true Theodora was missing.

Abelard, Argenta, Idira, and I diverted to the Lord Captain's chambers. We arrived too late. Theodora and her personal guard lay dead. The execution was precise: single rounds from an autopistol. No signs of struggle. Among the Theordora's belonging, Idira identified small shards of an iridescent material, which she said to have a "four" and "dark" origin. If her readings are accurate, then heresy may have tainted Theodora herself… or it was planted to defile her memory. Both possibilities are grim.

We returned to the bridge, only to find Edelthrad succumbing to full Warp corruption. Kunrad was performing a ritual. I do not know to which god he swore fealty, nor do I care to. Edelthrad sacrificed himself to disrupt the ritual and halt the summoned abomination. Kunrad, once again, vanished into the hidden arteries of the ship.

The Master Helmsman survived. Through our combined efforts, we completed the translation out of the Warp. We now stand in the Koronus Expanse. The Navigator, alas, succumbed to his wounds.

During the transition, I took the Lord Captain's throne, at Abelard's instruction, and in that moment, I saw the apparition again. It spoke of the Edge of Daybreak. Of fate. Of bonds that cannot be severed. I fear Kunrad's blade injured more than my flesh.

Upon our return to realspace, Abelard declared me the new Lord Captain, bearer of the Warrant of Trade and head of the von Valancius dynasty. A great burden has fallen on my shoulders, I see. I issued immediate orders: containment, cleansing, assessment of the dead and the damned. Then I withdrew to these quarters to record this… log.

This is not a report. I am no longer a commander of the Astra Militarum. I do not know if Rogue Traders are even required to keep records. Perhaps none of this matters.

Abelard will teach me what I must know, in time. For now, this will have to suffice. I must clean myself and return to the bridge.  There are still matters to solve and someone must take command. Someone must carry the weight. I will not break. I cannot break.

[kungfuslipper]

Oooh, what's Location: Scipio?

This is some Thornidala I'm working on for @purgetroopercody. Here's an (very unedited) excerpt:

Dark eyes were looking at her across the table — not unlike her's, perhaps a little lighter. They caught the dimmed light in ways her own space-black did not. His were unguarded. Another feature hers lacked.

He was brought into existence for war — bought with credits already bloody. Why had she never thought before about these men? Never past the sound of their booted steps in her blindspots. He could never be only a reassuring voice and a shadowing helmet, again.

I wanted to work through a couple of themes with this story. The first is the nature of her relationship with Anakin, and how she might respond to his abusive treatment in the Scipio arc. Then I wanted to get underneath the idea of Padme's privilege, and how having a close encounter with Thorn would help challenge her understanding of the clones and their role in society. Sex gets all mixed up in this, so the main thrust is to bring the point forward that we don't pay attention to other people's problems until they affect us directly, emotionally.

[scribble-dribble-writes]

Evasive Maneuvers

You’re excited for your first mission only to realize you’ve been paired with the one Jedi that broke your heart five years ago.

Pairing: Obiwan x Female reader

Contents: Angst, tension, past friends to enemies to lovers, obiwan secretly pining away, thigh grab fight scene (need I say more)

Word Count: 3.2k

You’d been beckoned to the Jedi Council at once, the frantic protocol droid had let you know. A spur of excitement kindled within you, having been stuck in the library for so long because of your research on a new separatist droid had made your eyes mildly aversive to the light. But being out there in the battlefield and getting appointed on missions was a rare opportunity for you, so your hopes were up, in the possibility that this might be your first deployment.

The double doors of the Council hall stood undisturbed by passing individuals, locking away the secrets and strategies that were discussed behind it. Steadying yourself for a moment to dust off and smooth out your robe, you proceeded to raise your hand to push through the door when it began to move on its own. Shielding your eyes from the streak of sunlight that escaped through the creak between the doors, you made your way inside. “Right on time, you are.”, Yoda spoke as he remained seated. A small smile spreading across your face, you bowed your head in respect. The need to be impeccably perfect was nagging your mind. You cannot afford to lose this opportunity.

Mace Windu seemed to be deep in thought when only then did you begin to recognise the other faces in the room. Senator Organa and Senator Padme had worry etched across their faces which only made you feel more nervous. The possibility that you could have been called upon only to assist with information was sedimenting itself in your thoughts. Clearing your head, you continued to stand firm. “Where is Skywalker?”, Windu asked his voice edged with annoyance just as the doors behind opened and footsteps were heard shuffling in. The peaceful environment was broken with the utter sound of bickering between Anakin and –

Your hands clenched together, tighter as you recognised the voice of the other Jedi. It was one you had not heard for years. Unknowingly your breathing began to feel laboured, this cannot be happening now. You braced yourself, there was only one reaction to this situation. You will ignore him just as he had ignored you for the part five years.

Anakin came to a stand still next you. “This time it was your fault.”, he spoke. “How is it my fault?”, you heard him. “Had you listened to what I said, we would still have my ship.”, Anakin continued. “Parts of it. We should be glad we landed at the state it was in.”, he responded, his charm still intact. Anakin huffed. “Generals, if you’re quite finished, we could get on to more important matters.”, Windu chided. The two Jedi quieted down.

“Senator Padme, could you explain the recent developments?”, Windu asked. To which Senator Padme can forth elegantly.

“There has been a tip off about a meeting on Scipio involving Senator Clovis. It is said that intelligence about the next location of a droid factory and General Grievous’s whereabouts are to be shared.”, she explained. It made sense as to why she was worried, Clovis was her friend.

“I was asked to spy on Clovis but it will cause for the others to become suspicious and could lead to a the disk being lost. However, a source has promised to give us this information if we send a Jedi to collect it. I suspect it to be a foul play of sorts but the intelligence on such matters could turn the tide for the Republic.”, Padme looked at Anakin briefly before turning towards the panel. “Important it is, to get the disk.”, Yoda leaned onto his staff. “Which is why you’re here”, Windu addressed you. “None of the politicians have met you. Your anonymity can serve to our advantage. Moreover you are thorough on separatist weaponry, it will allow you to assess new technology you happen to spot in Scipio.”, You nod suddenly aware everyone’s focus was on you, especially his. “Settled, it is. Accompany you, Kenobi will.”, Yoda spoke and you froze. This was exactly what you did not want to happen. “Master if I can, might I suggest that Anakin take my place? His quick thinking might be well suited for this mission.”, Kenobi interjected. This sparked frustration within you, that you looked straight at him, your face betraying your thoughts, you were offended. The daylight made his hair look like it had been spun from gold and everything about him had changed. The last you had met him was when you were both padawans. You didn’t recognise the man who stood in front of you. He was your closest confidant when you were young, making life easier when you were living alone. But be had broken that bond long ago. Now you were strangers.

“I only- Kenobi caught your gaze. It was a lie, his eyes held the same familiarity you grew to love and yearn for. The very same ocean pools that were reserved only for you to take stolen glances and that spoke a secret language only to you. But now, he would give everyone else the luxury of his company while he pretended like you never existed. He averted his gaze back to Yoda. “Skywalker has been requested to be in Senetor Padme’s security detail for her trip to Naboo today.”, Master Windu let him know. “Oh.”, Kenobi let out a dejected sigh. The library began to feel better than this humiliation you felt your thought surge.

He feels insulted to even be seen with you

“When am I to leave?”, you asked the panel. “You both are to go in disguise to the masked ball that is to happen this evening. It will grant you access into the palace.”, You nodded in response. “It feels nice to be relieved from tolerating his company for a change.”, Anakin was the first to respond, a playful smile on his face as he looked over to Kenobi, who was now looking distraught. “Well you’re lucky. You had to tolerate him when he liked working with you. I don’t think I will have the same privilege.”, you stated which earned you a genuine smile from Skywalker. “Next mission, I want you to join me and my Padawan, Ashoka. Till we meet again.”, he bowed his head and followed Senetor Padme and Organa out.

“ General Kenobi, a pleasant surprise.”, your face remained calm, while the bones in your hands might as well be broken now. “Ah yes. A surprise for sure. I will meet you at hangar bay 5. Don’t be late.”, with that he walked out the hall, it was clear how he viewed you as something that was beneath him. Balling your hand into a fist, you knew this mission was going to be a difficult one.

The disguise was extravagant. A dark blue silk gown with gold embossed patterns. Your dark brown hair down up in a similar fashion to that of the other senators. The finishing touch was a black lace mask to hide your identity. You had never worn anything else apart from the Jedi robe. Looking back at the clock, panic struck you. You should have met Kenobi at the hangar five minutes ago. Picking up the ends of your dress you ran down the corridor. Breathless when you reached the bay, his back was facing you and his arms were folded. He stood tall, his shoulder muscles held taut beneath the baby blue silk tunic. His foot frantically tapping away in leather shoes and the pristinely pressed silk pants accentuating his frame. His head perked up. “I remember telling you specifically to not be late. Now – he turned to see you. The second time he’s done that, forgetting what he wanted to say. He sported a similar mask to yours, his hair swept back with his beard trimmed down. You were strangers yet again but it felt new. Like you were seeing each other for the first time. He composed himself. “We better get going.”, he held a palm towards the ship’s entrance. Not wanting to push your luck any further, you walk ahead.

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General Kenobi, who gave out commands and led troops against droid armies found it difficult to sit still next to her. His cool demeanor was lost, around her he felt like a boy again. Picking at a wound on his finger, he thought better to not acknowledge her, but all he wanted was to look at her. Soft starlight illuminating the length of her neck, her brown eyes were dark moons drawing him in like he was at the mercy of its gravitational pull. This was why he had to avoid her. He had become infected with an alarming rush of emotions that went against the code. He thought putting adequate distance between them would cure whatever it was that was making him sick like this. But it had only made it worse, all that time apart did him no good. He feared if he rested his hand he would want take hers in his. He didn’t speak to her because he knew he’d be begging for forgiveness for what he did. He had become the reason her smile didn’t reach up to her eyes. He broke their friendship all because he was scared and foolish. Now she hated him, the only person that felt like home. This was his own doing, now he will bear the consequences of it.

“You’ve been keeping well.”, she broke the silence. His fears were materializing. “You seem to have grown out of your awkward phase.”, the corner of his mouth tipped up in a half smile, his eyes still focused on his fingers. “So you still remember, General Kenobi.”, her voice did not retain any sort of pleasantness. Blast it, he was supposed to act like he was indifferent about her. His eyes met hers, her face was now contorted in anger. “Do you take pleasure from this? Five years Kenobi. You had not spoken a word, ignored me in the corridors, to a point you will not even meet my gaze. What have I done? To deserve such a punishment? Am I so beneath you now that you have your fame?”, she asked every word sharp as a dagger.

“Now you sit next to me and talk as though we are friends?”, She continued. He didn’t know what to say, how could he make amends for what he had done? Even to say her name he felt worthless, guilty. “You were my best friend once. Never making me regret having left my family and home to become a Jedi, because I found you. And yet I was labelled as an unwanted attachment that you had to cut off. All the kindness you show to others, you seemed to have forgotten when it came to me.”, she spoke trying her best to mask the pain. He drew up his courage to look at her, the edge of her eyes glistening in the faint light. His chest tightened, this was not what he wanted. He had to tell her. He needed to tell her the truth. “I don’t want to be your best friend.”, he found his resolve to fix all of this now. The ship jerked out of hyperspace, a trooper asked for his assistance. Not now. But the moment was lost. The hurt in her eyes were too palpable to ever try to go back. He pursed his lips, any hopes of fixing this was lost now. He headed to the command pit.

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You didn’t know what you were expecting to hear. But his confession was the closure you needed. You were the fool, holding onto the past when he has clearly moved well past. You fixed your mask back on as the ship prepared to land. Your lightsaber remained well hidden tucked beneath a ruffle in your dress. Your focus was the Intel disk, anything else can wait.

The ball was well in motion as you entered the hall filled with royalty and senators. He extended his arm, which you took to keep up appearances. Smiling and navigating through the crowd, your eyes scanned for the man you were supposed to meet to retrieve the disk from. But you could sense it, that something was off. You looked up at him just as he looked at you. He sensed it too. Someone bumped into you, but before you could recover, they were lost in the crowd. “Its too crowded.”, he spoke closely to your left ear. “It’s a ball, what did you expect?”, you responded when you felt something in your hand. A small piece of paper, on it scribble ‘Meet me at the west balcony’. “Kenobi”, you alert him. “Something doesn’t feel right.”, he spoke. “I predict it’s a trap.”, you tell him. “I predict the same as well.”, he responded.

You make you way towards the Balcony, walking past the entrance to see if anyone was there. “No one is here.”, you hold on tighter to his arm. “The disk, it is a trap.”, you explained. “To get the republic to send the Jedi.”, he deduced further. “If caught by the separatist’s, the Republic will have to pay a heavy ransom.”, your mind now attuned to the surroundings sensed the call for droids. “They’re sending in droids.”, you look at him, nervous. Looking about before anyone could spot you both. He leads you into a tight darn enclove.

Pressing the button on his comms, “Rex. Come in, Rex.”, he whispered. “Yes, sir.”, Rex’s voice responded. “Bring the ship to the west balcony. We won’t be able to make it out otherwise.”, he relayed the command. “We’ll be there, Sir.”, Rex’s response cut out. “Do we wait it out?”, you ask. “Ideally, unless trouble decides to follow us.”, he spoke in a low and measured manner. “Trouble always follows you.”, you look up at him. Almost pressed up against eachother, “Yes, mostly in the form of Anakin Skywalker.”, He spoke keeping watch. “If we’re not friends then what are we? What is this?”, you motion between him and yourself. To which his attention is focused on yours, his blue eyes appearing dark and solemn with no hint of mischief. “What I said earlier, that wasn’t all.”, he spoke. “So there’s more? Please save me the heartache”, you fanned your arm which he caught in his and slowly placed it on the side of his face.

His skin was warm to the touch, you only conjured this moments like these in your dreams. Grazing your thumb across his cheek bone, he leaned into your hand, his eyes filled with pain, so much pain that you began to feel it. “I never meant to push you away. If I could take it all back, I would.”, he spoke softly. He inhaled sharply and said your name. And you wanted to tell him to say it again. “All these years, I spent in agony. Everything I did, I wanted to do the exact opposite. I’ve come to learn how much you mean to me. I can’t lose you again. I won’t. Tell me what I need to do earn your forgiveness. I will do anything.”, you took a second to decide, he was earnest in his apology. You cup his check, the stubble under your fingers feeing deliciously rough. Sliding your hands behind his neck, you hugged him. His hands were around waist in an instant pulling you close. “Just say you’re sorry.”, you whispered in his ear. He buries his face into the crook of your neck. “Oh.”, he says your like an antidote that had cured his spirit, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”, he says as his hand finds the back of your neck, tilting your head towards his. Slowly he placed his forehead on yours, his breath soft and hot against your skin, the smell of sandalwood making you forget everything else.

The sound of droids from both sides of the corridor began to echo. “How about we continue this after we get back in one piece?”, he took your hand in his and in the other, your lightsabers ready to ignite. Spinning you so that your backs were against each other, you began to deflect blaster shots as the ship emerged near the balcony. It's ramp lowered down and ready for you both. Slicing though the droids that got too close, you fought to find an opening to make a run for it. “It still doesn’t explain why you did it? Or what you meant earlier?”, you asked as you run your saber through a droid. “Now is not the time.”, he responds angling a blaster shot back at a droid. “Was your apology a gimmick then?”, you ask. “No.”, he shouts over the sound of cross fire. “Then tell me why you did it?”, you press on, almost rid of most droids on your side. “Maybe we should go back to how things were, you’re still as insufferable as I remember.”, he grunts as he knocks down a droid.

Turning to help him, you balance yourself on his weight placing a hand on his thigh to kick down another droid. “Not my answer. Why?”, you turn towards his as he thrusts his saber just above your shoulder to drive it through the head of a droid behind you. You widen you eyes and fold your arms waiting for his answer while you use the force to deflect another droid. “We need to go.”, he turns to leave once the first troop of droids were handled. Turning to see you haven’t moved. He huffs. “You will never tell me the reason in quiter circumstances. Knowing you, you’ll lock it away for the next five years. Why did you do it? Why did you push me away?”, you ask. He taps his foot impatiently. Running a shaking hand through his now messy hair. “Because I was starting to fall in love with you.”, he yells out in a quick sentence. “Now let’s go.”, he jumped off the railing and onto the ramp. You follow suit but can’t help the smile that’s breaking out on your face. You jump from the rail and he catches you, steadying you in his arms. The ship whirs off into the atmosphere. “That’s the smile I’ve missed for years.” he says smiling. “So now that we’re not in a life threatening situation, is it true that you love me?”, you ask wrapping your arms around his neck with a grin. “Yes, you’re the only one I’ve loved”, he laughs as though he were offended you would even think other wise. “I was hoping you’d say that, Obi.”, you smile again. “You just want to hear me say it again.”, he smiles his cheeks turning red. “Yes, now tell me again. You need to make up for the lost years.”, You close your eyes, expecting him to feel flustered, but he leans in and whispers in your ear, “I.”, a pause, “Love.”, a soft kiss on your cheek the ends of his mustache grazing your skin lightly. “You.”, he looks into your eyes. You were experiencing joy that if you tried to put it into words it will not make sense. “No, that won’t do.”, you scrunch up your eyebrows, a mischievous grin playing on your lips. He blinks back in confusion, trying to figure out what was wrong. You tilt his head towards you. With no prying eyes around, you pull him by the collar of his tunic, your lips find his.

[everythingmaxriemelt]

“Bonn - alte Freunde, neue Feinde” - Episode 4

Synopsis:

The Schmidt family is in trouble. Else refuses to accompany Gerd to the German Business Ball and Toni senses her chance. In the pompous ballroom, everything that has status and reputation in the capital is gathered. Gehlen is also there and Toni watches as he disappears with her father and other men. She follows them and overhears a secret meeting about "Scipio" and a memorial service in honor of Adolf Hitler. But Toni is discovered and sent home by her father.

The appointment in Gehlen's calendar gives Toni no peace. She flirts with his driver, finds out the location of the conspiratorial meeting and tells Wolfgang about it. Wolfgang mingles with the guests in disguise and is promptly spotted by Gehlen and Gerd Schmidt. However, during a brutal interrogation, Wolfgang is able to convince them that he is one of them. While some trust Wolfgang, Toni becomes suspicious: Is Wolfgang a traitor? She goes to confront him, but suddenly their feelings boil over and they lie in each other's arms.

*gifs are mine

[traeuthaeou]

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The Royal Military Academy Sandhurst, commonly known simply as Sandhurst, is one of several military academies of the United Kingdom and is the British Army's initial officer training centre. It is located in the town of Sandhurst, Berkshire, though its ceremonial entrance is in Camberley, Surrey, southwest of London. Wikipedia

Address: Camberley, Royal Military Academy, Sandhurst GU15 4PQ, United Kingdom

Founded: 1947

Colors: Blue, Red, Yellow

Subsidiary: Tayforth UOTC

Affiliations: British Army

Length: 44 weeks army.mod.uk

Commandant: Major-General Nick Cowley

Motto: Serve to lead

March: Scipio (Slow) British Grenadiers (Quick)

Parent institution: Sandhurst Group

Phone: +44 1276 63344