#power cycler

[sw5w]

Triple Quad Turbolasers

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 01:53:48

[markrosewater]

Do you have any concerns about the long-term impact of double faced lands and 1 mana land cyclers on the mana system? I think things are ok now, but at the rate you release sets and up power levels, it seems possible that in 5-10 years you could build a deck for modern or legacy that's impossible to mana flood/mana short thanks to those type of modal cards.

We can't hold the future hostage of the past. If older formats have issues, we'll deal with them through banning rather than not making more of a cool thing.

[goggles-mcgee]

Bloom redesign!!

I said a while back that I would share them, so we will be going in season order for characters so I can explain parts of my rewrite that is being worked on. Meaning Aisha won't come for a bit but she will be present at some point!

Anyways, on to the headcanons and such.

As you can see, there are two different casual Blooms. The first is her before awakening her powers, and the second is when her powers were awakened. Her hair and pants are inspired by the 70s as I headcanon Bloom to be a thrifter and up-cycler. The bell bottoms used to be her adoptive mom, Vanessa's. She added the sunflower embroidery herself. Her shirt is a self-cropped City of Gardenia shirt, and she wears a green friendship bracelet that Selina made her. She will get rid of it at some point when she's at Alfea. Not forever, she just puts it away.

In her awakened form, she has a little flame that floats above her head. Not many know why, but it is a sign of her being the lost princess of Domino. When she realizes she is said Lost Princess, no one believes her at first because it kind of became a meme for people to claim they are the Lost Princess of Domino. Somewhat like an Anastasia situation where people did pretend to be her, but we're found to be fakes. It then turned into, "and I'm the Queen of England," type joke.

Her hair now resembles that of a flame in color, her nails are sharper, as are her canines, and she now has the elf/fairy ears. She also has new accessories. The silver bracelet she wears helps cool down her temperature since it fluctuates due to her powers being suppressed for so long. The necklace contains enchanted candy water drops that help soothe her throat as she is prone to breathing out smoke in her bouts of anger. These things happen because, as I mentioned in my original redesign post, each fairy and all magical beings have a drawback to their power. Even witches.

Small Headcanons:

• Has multiple versions of the Collections of Grimm Fairytales because the covers are different so of course she needs them.

• Loves Marissa Meyers, The Lunar Chronicles series.

• Sews pretty well and is self taught.

• Amazing artist but prefers to draw people more than anything.

• Anime lover, specifically Magical Girl Anime Lover.

• Is constantly baffled by the fact she and her new friends really do save the day with friendship and love.

• Starts a blog on the Realms Wide Web where she does a docu-diary of her time as a new fairy and such.

• Her full name is when she was born was Bloom Charlotte Feniatare, when she was found by Mike and adopted, it became Bloom Allison Gardner. Then, when she found out her origins it changed for the last time to Bloom Allison Charlotter Gardner-Feniatare. She wanted to honor all her parents by keeping the names they gave her.

• Not anything new, but she loves spicy food.

Next up will be Stella! I'll post her tomorrow.

[rosheendubh]

Thrawn...Sox...more Sox...

Tragically Defined...

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Ceiling lights flickered, casting a yellow pallor over figures huddled in the waiting area. The antiseptic reek failed to mask the stench of sickness permeating the lower-level Coruscant clinic. Rhyanon navigated a crowd of alien bodies. Her medical droid, IT-7, hovered beside her, its optical sensors scanning, cataloging ailments. Misery smothered hope in these festering warrens of Coruscant's underbelly. Only Imperial decree dragged the reluctant elite down from their glittering spires above.

IT-7's bleep disrupted Rhyanon's thoughts. A Rodian's mottled skin pulsed green with fungal infection. A hulking Gamorrean whimpered, tusks cracked and oozing, its cries like those of a child. A gaunt woman cradled a feverish infant, its skin burning. Rhyanon treated them, dispensing medication, offering quiet comfort with practiced hands. But her heart churned. Thrawn's promise gnawed at her, unrestricted access to these forgotten levels, with only IT-7 as chaperone. A test? A power play?

Hours later, she navigated the grimy cityscape toward Thrawn's residence. The monolithic structure, polished durasteel and tinted transpariplate, loomed like a predator. The ceaseless grind of lifts, speeder traffic, and distant sirens were a constant reminder of the ecumenopolis beyond. After the clinic's stagnation, the cool, still air felt alien. She sought refuge in the training dojo, a spartan space with smooth floors and reflective glass walls.

Rhyanon moved through rehearsed battle-forms, each motion precise, but memories crowded her mind. The night before... a sharp ache, bruised flesh, violated trust. She shifted, elbows and knees striking. Geis's image shattered the dojo's calm. Her sister's face, contorted in agony, lifeless eyes. The Reavers, grotesque nightmares, hands stained crimson. She cut the air with fighting sticks, beating back phantoms branding her wrists and thighs. She drew an electro-staff with a snap-hiss. Its energy field crackled, mirroring the tremble in her hands. Thrawn's iron control shattered, replaced by something feral that used her, took her, left her raw. The staff became a whirlwind. The Emperor's game. She, the pawn, her sister the sacrifice. Rhyanon stilled. A pounding heart, sweat beading her forehead and dripping between her shoulder blades. Her ragged breaths filled the silent training chamber, a maelstrom of thoughts, far too loud.

A female Twi'lek, not the usual alien staff, met Rhyanon as she exited the dojo. Her green skin flawless, her dark eyes held unsettling insight. In lilting Basic, she delivered the summons. "Grand Admiral Thrawn requests your presence at dinner. Medic Yhana. He understands you may have other obligations, but wishes you to know the decision is yours."

Rhyanon recognized her from the clinic. She'd come in with a fretful toddler, his tiny lekku inflamed. Rhyanon had given her the unaffordable anti-infective.

Declining was unthinkable, a subtle display of Thrawn's power. Rhyanon considered it in silence, broken only by the residence's churning atmospheric cyclers. Sensing Rhyanon's unease, the Twi'lek ventured, "He might find some comfort in seeing you tonight. He seems...troubled."

"As opposed to what? His usual ebullience?" Rhyanon snapped. The Twi'lek's lekku twitched, her expression tightening. Rhyanon regretted her outburst. "It's fine," she said, her voice flat. "Just let me clean up, and I'll be available presently."

The Twi'lek nodded, a brief, strained smile on her lips.

"Thank you. For helping my son," the Twi'lek said, before she led Rhyanon to her chambers "Few venture to the lower levels. Fewer still treat us as people."

Rhyanon inclined her head. "It's my duty," she murmured, the words hollow.

A gown, hair ornaments, and jewels for her throat, ears, and upper arms glittered under soft lighting. When she emerged, the servants lining the corridor gasped, their eyes wide with a mixture of admiration and fear.

Rhyanon entered the hall, a dancer's measured strides showcasing the sorn-silk molding to her curves. The amethyst garment shimmered. Thin straps bared her shoulders and arms, her skin alabaster in the dim light. A silver chain circled her waist, a reminder of her status: a captive adorned for her captor. Her damp, moon-pale hair, braided and cascading over one shoulder, was woven with blood-rubies and sea-ebonies. Matching ear-bobs swayed, catching the light. A sea-pearl circlet graced her throat, serpentine bracelets coiled around each upper arm.

She schooled her face to serenity, her ice-blue gaze on her Twi'lek escort's swaying lekku as they moved through an outdoor arcade. Muffled city sounds faded into the distance. The path wound through towering Wroshyr trees, their long shadows stretching in the artificial twilight toward a meticulously crafted oasis that defied the sterile, urban landscape: an inner-courtyard garden, a bioluminescent sanctuary for nocturnal flora and fauna. Shrubs, trees, and flowers flourished in darkness, petals unfurling in a silent ballet. Insects like living jewels and birds with starlight plumage flitted through the air, lacing patterns of light against the velvet night.

Rhyanon gasped, her composure faltering. She turned, ensnared by the garden's marvel. Walls resembling a tumbling mountainside descended into a vale. A stream, alive with glowing fish, crawled through the scene, its surface rippling with sky-midges. The waters tinkled, spilling toward a fountain-pool, surrounded by countless floral species. From the pool's dark surface rose a magnificent Orga tree, a living relic recalling the night she'd met Thrawn. Then, it had been a cluster of dried twigs. Now, luminescent branches reached toward the artificial sky like supplicating arms, a tapestry of gleaming leaves and fragrant blossoms.

Beneath the Orga tree's canopy, Thrawn sat on the fountain's edge, a white smudge against the gloom in the impeccable uniform of his new rank: Grand Admiral. His back to her, he angled toward her at her gasp of astonishment. He inclined his head, a slight motion conveying absolute authority. His garnet eyes fell on her. Anxiety constricted Rhyanon's ribs, but she schooled her features to placidity.

He nodded toward the Orga tree. "Impressive, isn't it?" His voice sliced the silence, ominous and alluring. "Your touch, Yhana. It lingers."

She bowed her head, a noncommittal gesture. "It was nearly dead when we first met."

"And now?" He turned toward her, his crimson gaze unreadable. "Is it merely alive? Or something more?"

She stepped closer to the Orga tree, her form vivid in its glow. "Life finds a way. Even in the most sterile of environments."

"Indeed. Evolution. Adaptation. All things you understand intimately, wouldn't you say?" The banked coals of his eyes scoured her.

She lifted her chin, her gaze ice-cold. "I understand the will to survive, Grand Admiral. As do you."

A smile ghosted over Thrawn's lips. "Astute as always, Yhana. Even after last night's...passion." He paused, noting her wince. She felt the weight of understanding in his gaze. Thrawn, different last night, his iron control shattered. Palpatine, unable to read Thrawn through the Force, had devised the encounter, seeking any glimpse of sedition in his pet admiral.

"You were right about Palpatine's machinations," he said, his features tensing. Perhaps recalling how she had fought him through every moment of that macabre dance.

"The Unknown Regions," she said, her tone clipped. "An inconvenient censure. Especially on the eve of the Empire's final push."

"The Emperor's plans are not always transparent. Even to me." He paused. "I considered questioning the assignment. Briefly."

"But you didn't." A prime military leader sojourning like a scavenger beyond Imperial territory. Most officers of his rank would have fumed at the obvious political slight.

"Discretion, Yhana," he said softly, "is sometimes the better part of valor. Even for a Grand Admiral."

"Two weeks," she whispered, her gaze drifting to the Orga tree's brilliance, the words belying the horrors in her mind. "Blood under my nails, matted in my hair. Two weeks before I realized it was my sister's. The Emperor made me forget."

Uncertainty held them speechless, Thrawn's expression shadowed. He sensed the currents beneath the surface. She refused to make this easy for him as he searched for his next words, a rare lapse of awkwardness.

Predictably, he retreated to the cerebral. "Loyalty," he posited, voice ironic, "never questioned, yet always tested."

Rhyanon turned to him, eyes flashing. "Fragile. Easily broken," she challenged.

"And yet," he continued, gaze unwavering, "the greatest betrayals come not from enemies, but from those we trust."

"Or those who claim to protect us," she countered, a hint of bitterness in her voice.

He inclined his head. "The Emperor sees what he wishes to see. And uses whatever tools are at his disposal."

"Including us?"

Regret flickered across his crimson eyes. "We are all instruments, Yhana," he said softly. "In the hands of fate. In the hands of the powerful. Do we choose our own music? Or simply dance to the tune played for us?"

A pained laugh, a despondent shake of her head. "How metaphoric. I imagine my patients wonder who stiffed them with their selection of tunes." She turned from him, staring into the sparkle of winged insects flitting amid the fountain's waters and flowers.

"I imagine so. You do good work. I wouldn't dream of impeding such essential service," he replied, drawing another fierce glare. "Regardless," Thrawn continued, his tone bland, "if Nuso Esva is anywhere, it's in the Unknown Regions. And Tyber Zann with him, not including whatever factions are supporting them." The names caught Rhyanon off-guard, a manifestation of the galaxy's shifting political chaos. A tainted favor, Thrawn having given her viable targets for her vengeance, gleaned from her memories. Someday, making the perpetrators pay for her abduction and her sister's death.

Sensing her anger, he gestured to the garden, the vibrant, teeming life. "Tell me," Thrawn probed, his voice low, "does this please you?"

"It's extraordinary," she admitted, the orchestrated beauty soothing her resentment. "But still, life under glass." She ignored his considering hum.

She stepped around the pool, drawn to the Orga tree. Bioluminescent mycelia ran in pulsing sapphire veins along its trunk and branches, plaited by delicate fronds, trailing in scintillating cascades into the water. A gasp escaped her lips when a geyser of light erupted from the top branches.

"I thought the flames were just a projection," she exclaimed, strands of mist spinning out from the Orga tree's blossoms, coalescing around her. Glitterbugs and nymphadoptera swarmed through tendrils of scarlet light, a twinkling halo drawn to her energy.

"What is this place?" she asked, breathless. Living fire plumed from her palms, intermingling with the insects.

Thrawn's crimson eyes, reflecting the garden's kaleidoscope, absorbed her wonder. "A retreat," he said softly. "A refuge. A sanctuary. A homage to the worlds I've lost—" his voice dropping, a peculiar shyness she found unsettling. "A place of worship. How did that tale end?" he asked, dredging the past. "The one you told, the first night I’d requested your company?"

"Of Blodeuwedd. The Lady of Flowers?" she replied, captivated by the spectrum of currents spiraling about her. “She fled her maker, Gwydion ap Don.” Forms resolved between her extended hands, like miniature organic galaxies. “A woman, sown of blossoms, who left a track of stars across the heavens. My ancestors called it the Milky Way, the path of her freedom." The ancient myth resonated with her own yearning for autonomy.

Oblivious to Thrawn, she traced the lifecycle of the glitterbugs. "They lay their eggs within the Orga fruit," she explained, “a symbiotic relationship. Each relies on the other."

"The effect," Thrawn added, his voice a low rumble, "produced by spores, pollen dust, the release of water vapor. It stimulates the bioluminescence of the winged fauna and the mycelia on the tree bark." He paused, fascinated by the subtle energies she summoned. "I've never seen a closer embodiment of the Red Flame.”

"Spare me," she teased, attempting to breach the intensity of his gaze with levity. "I thought lectures on obscure iconography were off the agenda. For tonight, at least."

"No lecture," he assured with a wry look, familiar with her impatience regarding his cultural fetishes. "Just an ancient belief. An imparted philosophy. The Red Flame. Cunning, courage, discipline, and preparedness. Mind and body in perfect harmony with the universe.” He stood and approached, stopping just before her amid the swirling light. “Beauty." The word snared her with its magnetism.

He reached out, palms hovering in the glowing nimbus just above hers, a silent offering. "Ever since my brother's death," he began, voice strained by old grief, "I dreamt of climbing a great ladder into the heavens, trying to carry him, you, my crew... even my enemies. Trying not to leave anyone behind, reaching for the stars, but still flailing, falling. Like he died, I imagine, crashing in that colony ship. I haven't had that dream for years," he confessed. "Until last night."

"That was the memory Palpatine dragged from you?" Rhyanon asked hesitantly. The humiliation he'd inflicted on her, even at the Emperor's impetus, still stung like a fresh cut.

Something cold and hard flickered in his crimson eyes. "No. All Chiss learn to fortify against telepathic intrusion. A precaution, should one fall into enemy hands." He paused, his gaze locking with hers. "It was you. Whatever opened between us during our—" a rough catch in his voice, "—initial encounter." Thrawn reached toward her, hands passing through the parting phosphoric mists. His long fingers folded with hers before she could retreat. Rhyanon’s gestures stilled within his gentle grasp. Small, amorphous clouds of light floated, swirling, between their palms. He filled the tranquil garden with a mesmerizing whisper. "My people speak of a prophecy. So old, some scholars say it predates the Primordial Migration off Riy'a'silva, long before Csilla's Ice Age. Of a girl who sacrificed herself to flame, bringing light and warmth to her kin. She rose from the ashes of her pyre, awakening the sun and stars with the First Dawn, leaving behind an eternal ember hidden in time and space before fleeing into a distant sun, mounted upon a Thunder Hawk."

His gaze, a bloody sunset, seared her soul. "The Red Flame was her oath of protection against evil. A promise of rebirth, a woman appearing in a time of great darkness, bringing justice, commanding the secrets of elemental life."

His conviction bewildered her. "That seems an impossible feat for anyone. In one lifetime—or a thousand," she remarked with a brittle, humorless laugh.

"An aspiration, then," he allowed, amused by her deflection. “Serving through one’s lifetime, or—a thousand lifetimes."

"Thrawn," she whispered, a fragile protest, as he closed the distance between them. "Please, I—" His mouth pressed to hers, swallowing her gasp. A kiss that reeled, both question and conquest.

"You are amber and silver and starlight to my sight," he murmured in Cheunh, against her. "Fleeting dawn and fleeing dusk...ephemeral, Rhyanon." The words echoed in her mind with longing. Let me bathe of your essence.

Caught in the whirlwind of his emotions, the sheer force of his will, Rhyanon surrendered, fingers tangling in his midnight hair, body molded against him. Vibrant currents pulsed from her hands, swirling around them. She felt his heartbeat, a counterpoint to her own, the rush of his blood mirroring the heat coursing through her veins.

A low groan vibrated through his chest as he shifted, arms tightening around her. The kiss deepened, a dizzying vortex of raw, untamed need. His skin tasted of salt, his breath of Corellian ale. He clutched her to him as if he feared she might vanish. In that moment, at the heart of that enchanted garden, beneath that magnificent Orga tree, she was his, and he was hers, the rest of the galaxy fading into insignificance.

Thrawn swept her up, carrying her from the pool. Kneeling, he set her gently upon a blanket spread over soft grass, a bed strewn with glowing star-lilies. A low table nearby was laden with delicacies – exotic fruits, glistening meats, crystal decanters of what she suspected were expensive vintages. A testament to Thrawn’s meticulous planning, his desire to seduce her senses, offering a taste of the pleasures he could provide. A feast untouched, forgotten.

Rhyanon couldn't look away. He was a paradox, this man. A warrior and a scholar, a pragmatist and a dreamer, a captor and a lover. And in this moment, in the heart of this mystical arcade, she was utterly, irrevocably, lost in him.

He released her, his fingers grazing down her arms, tingling paths of pleasure burning along her skin. She watched him undress, each movement deliberate, almost ritualistic. Piece by piece, the stark white of his Grand Admiral's uniform fell away, revealing the alien blue of his skin, hard muscle sculpted by rigorous training. Intricate tattoos adorned his arms and shoulders, standing out in stark relief against his chest, scars puckered across his torso, an old scorch mark seared into his thigh.

Rhyanon's heart skipped as he turned to her, his physique chiseled by shadow and the garden's dim light, a masculine perfection that stuttered her breath. His eyes blazed with a hunger mirroring her own. He reached for her gown, brushing bare skin, a jolt of electricity. She shivered, anticipation warring with resistance.

His fingers tarried at the base of her throat, roving to the thin straps, slipping them from her shoulders. The fabric pooled around her hips, then her feet. His gaze darkened, lingering over her breasts, his nostrils flaring as he drew a deep breath.

He urged her backward with a hand on her chest. "Lie down," he commanded, his voice husky.

She obeyed, sinking onto the blanket of glowing star-lilies. He followed, his body a welcome weight, radiating heat. He shifted, settling to his knees, his hands framing her contours, possessive and oddly reverent. He drew her legs apart, exposing her to his gaze.

His fingers traced a path from her throat, down between her breasts, to the juncture of her thighs. The caress dallied, awakening a dampness that betrayed her response. His erection pressed against her belly, the heat of him, an insistent pressure, exuding the musky scent of arousal.

"Thrawn..." she sighed.

He didn't answer with words. He moved lower, between her parted knees, his gaze unwavering. "I've no record of your people," he said, his voice hypnotic. "Their artistic expression, spatial or aesthetic progression." Shifting into her native Brytonic, a direct transmission to her mind, And you-an enigma...oeth and anoeth. The thought trailed off as his tongue dipped, warm and demanding, to her core. She gasped, fire blooming, flushing her skin as she arched against him, fingers tangling in his hair.

Vurawn , she whispered, his birth name, a ripple in the bridge linking them, a relic from his life before the Empire. It wrought a tempest of conflicting emotions within him, echoing back to her. Desire battled apprehension, her senses devoured in the flames stoked by his hands and lips. Did the shadow of past trauma still sour their burgeoning passion?

Thrawn felt her turmoil, shared it. His name, spoken in the intimacy of their thoughts, awakened unfamiliar feelings he tried burying, seeking the intoxication of her flesh and mind, his lust a gathering storm.

Amid the exquisite torment, a tendril of thought, shaped out of Brytonic, reached her. Do you wish me to stop? <Ydych chi'n dymuno i mi stopio?>

Sharp, sweet sensations overwhelmed her. Rhyanon trembled, hands knotting in his hair, hips rising instinctively, a primal surrender. A gasped "Yes," escaped her lips, a plea born of despair. She craved his touch, even as she yearned for it to end.

He opened his mind to her, a conscious offering. He needed her to understand, to see beyond the Grand Admiral, beyond the Empire's shadow, a crusader driven by a purpose purer than Palpatine's, a man yearning for a connection that transcended their circumstances.

Thrawn's voice, low and resonant, evoked the ancient music of her native tongue. "Do you want me to stop?" <Ydych chi eisiau i mi stopio?>.

Her heart twisted, a pang of grief piercing the haze of desire. His need, his vulnerability, drew a shuddering sigh. "Vurawn," his name, a melancholic surrender. Her eyes closed.

The secret vestige of that name stirred something within him. Vurawn —in Brytonic, a croon resonating from Rhyanon's mind. Fuaran —artesian waters bursting forth. Varuna —a god of lost oceans. The glide of his tongue, the way he savored her taste, a tremor of their surging lust, became a torrent sweeping away all resistance, leaving only raw craving.

Thrawn rose above her, seeking her mouth, her tang on his lips. "Don't fight me," he breathed, pressing against her entrance.

She reached up, tracing his shoulder. He leaned in, nipping at the delicate skin beneath her jaw. She shivered. He continued, nips and languid licks tracing her neck, down to her shoulder, then back along her collarbone to the frantic flutter at the base of her throat.

He ground his hips slowly against hers. Pleasure soaked her core. Her hands found his neck, smoothed down over his shoulders. He moved with slow, deliberate thrusts, each stroke against her mound a throbbing ecstasy.

Gripping her from beneath, he lifted her, hitching her knees against his waist. He plunged into her heat, tearing a strangled cry from her.

Her nails raked across his back as he shuddered against her with a staggered groan. Her legs wrapped around his hips. She taunted him with nips and fierce kisses, sweeping wet warmth along his neck, biting, suckling at the pulse line of his throat.

He sank into her again, and she sighed, desperate in her rising desire. Her thighs tightened around him as he bottomed out, and she tilted her hips, each upward sway driving him deeper.

She pulled his lips between hers. A sharp gasp escaped him. He bit her lower lip, their limbs locked, motions brutal.

Thrawn settled against her, their bodies aligned, skin to skin. His thrusts set an instinctive rhythm, his hands tracing her sides, fingers digging into her hips as he pounded against her with tender savagery.

One hand grasped her hair, a subtle tug eliciting her ragged sigh. His face was right beside hers, mouth just to the side of her lips, so close she felt his breath on her skin. Muscles deep inside clenched, and she ground herself up against him, meeting each downstroke.

Rhyanon opened her eyes to his gaze. Those enigmatic red slits held no secrets, the most unguarded she'd ever seen him, rabid and carnal in her embrace.

His pace increased, each thrust powerful, driving her higher. A sensuous litany poured from her lips.

A single, sudden thrust, and she felt him pulse, buried deep inside her. His low groan sent her into a euphoric spin, hot seed flooding her. She rocked against him, clutching his buttocks, waves of fire washing up along her limbs from her battered cleft, leaving her dragging for air, wrung and exhausted. They clung to each other, breath mingling, sweat-slicked bodies racked together in a final, spastic release as he collapsed over her, both gasping, spent.

Thrawn rolled onto his back, with a contented sigh, one elbow bent behind his head. Rhyanon shifted with him, nestling into his side. Above, the Coruscant night glittered through the skylights, an endless stream of traffic punctuated by distant flares of planetary shields resetting, a universe away from their haven. She rested her head on his shoulder, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath lean muscle.

His breath caught at her fingers, prodding along the ridges of his abdomen, mapping the vast scar spanning his right side, where a percussive incendiary had ripped into the viscera. Rhyanon allowed herself a passing gratification. A vague concavity in the blue-tinted epidermis was all that remained from the collagenic layering, testifying to her training, enhanced by her innate biopsionics—talents exploited by Palpatine, who deployed her as a populist foil of Imperial charity, and privately hoped she was an antidote against the ravaging decay of the Dark Side.

”Acquiring you proved one of the Emperor’s wiser gambits,” Thrawn said, watching her fingers along his scar, his words deliberate, gauging adversaries’ reactions.

She glanced up at him, seething. Baste him! Was it the action of an adversary that saved his life? The words unspoken, but clear in the firm pinch she gave to delicate, newly healed skin.

He grimaced, jaw tightening at the discomfort. No, the word floated into her thoughts, flavored by his particular solemnity. But it is the action of a courtesan in service to Palpatine.

That stung, as he meant it.

“You know full well,” she admonished, “the Emperor never takes random chances on anything. Or anyone. Especially you. I imagine you didn’t tumble into his service by mere chance. Whatever that backstory involved,” she huffed, dropping back against his shoulder, eyes fastened on Coruscant’s river of lights blinking across the ceiling.

Her hands remained on his stomach. She felt his breath falter, how he stiffened. "I was exiled." His bald declaration, an old wound rising from a void of melancholy he shuttered away. Black brows skewed in a brief scowl, dulling his glowing irises. "I never conformed,” he continued, “to the strictures of Chiss hierarchies. Even in the Defense Fleet." A sigh. "The Patriarchs, the Aristocras...they saw me as a threat. Too unpredictable. Always contradicting the rules.”

Vexation or remorse, she’d pierced something more fragile than he would admit, leaving them both fuming in aggravation, even twined in each other's arms. She hated what she read of him through this novel intimacy, how he’d hurt, humiliated her, how he believed this toxic alchemy between them absolved him of responsibility, entitled him to her affections, fully cognizant her position lent little choice.

Ultimately, the sylvan ambience faded the remnants of their anger. The fountain bubbled, the trickling waters, a balm mingling with the Orga tree's soft glow. An illumination of spectral avians and twinkling insects, dancing amid the shadows, soothed their prickled tempers. Thrawn seemed enticed by the way the alpine breeze caught at the loosened strands of her hair. He stroked the luxuriant tresses spilling over her shoulders. The braid had come undone in their coupling, the jewels scattered about the grass.

Breaking the quiet, she murmured, "You should return to your people, Thrawn."

For a moment, she thought the only response would be the hum of insects and the splash of falling waters. Then— “There's no returning. Only leaving it in the past,” his utterance edged in steel. Or, he hesitated, before pushing the rest of the thought into her sense, reconquering it.

Startled by the menace in the words, Rhyanon turned, rising onto his chest, peering from beneath lowered lashes into his scarlet gaze. "Huh," she exhaled, her head cocked. "A tyrant.” His brow creased, and she smoothed away the lines. "And still an outsider. Envisioning a new confederation, joined by other outsiders." Her fingers played along his scalp, into the thick blue-black tousle, combing lightly through the flecks of white dusting his temples. "Willing, I wonder? Exiles amongst exiles."

His lids closed as her touch trailed beneath the hollows of his eyes, over the sharp hook of his nose. His thin lips, in repose, relaxed at the corners. Most sentients, unfamiliar with Chiss infrared vision, misread him as cold. Rhyanon understood that emotions, read through temperature changes invisible to the human eye, lacked the usual markers.

A sad smile quirked her mouth. "That's what we are," she said. "Exiles. From home. From love."

She leaned down, brushing Thrawn's lips in a tender caress. A hushed gasp, a flicker of scarlet as his lids fluttered open. He didn't expect spontaneous displays of affection from her. Truth be told, she was equally unused to giving them. She tasted the warmth of his surprise, the sweet liqueur of his yielding, as the kiss deepened, folding both of them into a dizzying breathlessness.

His gaze followed her as she drew back, desire burning through her veins. Marred, of course, by his fleeting smirk. "As I said, you'd find pleasure in anger." Oh, that familiar smugness.

"Anger?” A short, smoky laugh. “That wasn’t anger that happened, just now.” The levity too quickly receding before the disquiet haunting Thrawn's eyes, his awakening to the complex tangle of her emotions inundating his mind. Her hand drifted up, the backs of her fingers sliding along his cheek. You'll never ask my forgiveness, will you? Her question weighted by resignation of reparation he owed her.

Thrawn’s gaze narrowed, concentrating on this rediscovered Third Sight. Bewilderment cracked his composure. His hand rose to cup hers, savoring her touch. You're not likely to grant it, are you? Not yet, anyway? Palpatine's manipulation smarted at his ego, even if acknowledging how long he'd coveted Rhyanon.

"No," she admitted softly. "Maybe, in time, forgiveness. But...it's bigger than just you, Vurawn." The name wielded like a key, claiming a hidden part of him.

His fingers traced her face, drifted down, pausing between her breasts. He brushed her nipples, eliciting a sharp inhale. Pleasure stirred, unwanted yet undeniable.

In his eyes, she saw herself transformed into a constellation of light, her nanoplexus a network of shimmering energy.

"You are... Oeth and anoeth ," he murmured, his fingers moving over her lips, her native words a strange delicacy on his tongue.

But not so unique, amongst my own people . A confidence she quickly sublimated, feeling the predatory glare from Thrawn's gaze. This, she realized, was how he ensnared others, coaxing secrets through art and word, a subtle brilliance, manipulation aided, she now understood, by a dormant, preternatural insight.

Instead, softly against his finger, she replied in carefully enunciated Cheunh, "We are all creations of wonder. At least, that's how I perceive this marvelous travesty of a universe." <Nah cart sea vsaecim bah ch'er. Mah ch'itt'tam, csei cart veah Ch'ah ran'cah csei s ch'esen'bo ch'irvim'i bah ch'a in'ezasr>. And I'll be damned, she vowed, directly into the calculating tangents of his mind, if I'm ever enticed into revealing my people's home sector to you, Mitth'raw'nuruodo.

Across a distant wormhole lay shining Celtica, independent and proud, a Fringe system, defying the Core Parliament of the Terran Federacy. Her sister's dying words returned to her. Cofiwch pwy ydych chi , <Remember who you are> .* Eurein yn euryll . <A Golden Gem in a Golden Jewel> . Thrawn's prophecy, pitched to adoration, threaded throughout. *Of a girl, who sacrificed herself to flame...< Cofiwch pwy ydych chi ,>...And left behind an eternal ember...< Eurein yn euryll >...hidden away in time and space...< Cofiwch pwy ydych chi >...before fleeing into a distant sun...< Eurein yn euryll >.

Beneath her hand, his laughter thrummed through his chest. A single word, returned. "Perhaps."

[halfbakedspuds]

Thanks so much to @honeybewrites for the tag!

Find the word tag

My words are: Bold, Fire, Survivor, Chase

TW: burning alive, stabbing

Bold: (From The Tempest Prince book 3)

"Statement: That was a bold move, Haliday" the Archmagos turned to me with her signature clockwork stutteriness, two hollow pits staring through me out of her porcelain face, "Standing up to the Inquisitor-General like that,"

I grunted, not bothering to look up from the glyph I was drawing, "Are you really going to stand there and tell me that you wouldn't have done the same thing if not for politics? You of all people?"

A whirr emanated from her voicebox, the closest she could manage to a laugh with her body. I caught her picking up a page from the pile, scanning over my work, "Amused: I said that it was bold, not that I disapprove. Annoyed, indirect: Where I stand on the matter is that that bigoted einhusfilfr has been in power for far too long. It's about time someone stood up to him,"

She was silent for another moment, a few soft clicks whirred inside her body as its life support did its job. For a moment as the greatest Magos in Allyrian history turned my work about to look at it from different angles. Finally, giving up, she slid it over to me.

"Confused, Concerned: Child, what the hell were you doing here?"

I only spared a moment's glance at the page she held before redirecting my attention to the glyph I was seeing into the page beneath my hands, "Redirecting the output from AH-11 through a Gaussian cycler and into the arcana null with a resistance path to the arcana-thermal cross-converter," I shrugged at the somehow blanker than usual look she gave me, "Remember your old buddy Nikola Tesla? This is effectively the arcane version of his coils. I'm using it to build up some backing-power before firing. Might be a hell of a lot slower but contextually I feel like trading speed for force is worth more to this design,"

"Impressed: That is... genius, actually," The Archmagos said in a warm monotone, "A bold solution by a bold individual,"

Fire: (From Echoes of Shadows)

TW: Burning alive, stabbing.

"Johan!" Sasha cried out, her voice fraught with panic.

Hold on! Spirits, just hold on for a few more seconds!

"Nyet! Get the fuck off of me! Idi nahui, ty suka!" She called out again.

Johan was practically dancing around the things now, ignoring them just to get to Sasha and help her.

A sudden sharp pain in his side tore a cry of anguish from him. Through hazy, swimming vision, he looked down to spot a dagger in his side, gauntleted fingers still wrapped around its pommel. He fought to look up into the crow's mask of the cultist before him...

...and watched their lenses crack as the ambient temperature suddenly fell to that of the Rostovan heartlands.

He heard an uncharacteristically feral growl come from Sasha, and quickly whipped his head around, just in time to watch her put her hands to the face of the cultist who had been harassing her.

"You want me so badly? Fine then, I'll drag you down to the hells with me!" She screamed into their face.

A moment passed, then they began to spasm and thrash, clawing at her hands and drawing long, crimson streaks of crimson from her skin as they fought her grip. The only other indicator of their struggle were muffled cries for help and of unknowable pain, and a steady red glow beginning to shine through their leather mask.

She slowly turned towards the rest, who had all gone still with fear. Johan was fairly certain he could smell urine from the one closest to him, but that could've also been the sewer water. Not that he would've blamed them, though, and besides, he had a knife in him.

There was a sudden, horrible crack as the glass of her assailant-turned-victim's lenses burst outwards, and two plumes of white-hot fire spewed forth like geysers from their eyes. After a moment, it subsided, and the cultist's limp form splashed into the sewer, leaving billowing steam where they lay among the filth.

"You hear me, fuckers?!" She cried with a crazed laugh behind her words, her hands out to her sides and engulfed in blue-hot flames, "I'll kill every last one of you!"

Survivor: (From Children of the Stars)

"Perhaps that's why the two of you seem drawn to each other," another one of the machines answered, this one working a console of some kind. Lyanni was starting to lose track of all the places that Apollyon's voice emitted from.

"How so...Admiral?" She rushed to correct herself.

A chorus of barking laughter erupted from the androids around her, and when the new machine spoke, it was the one in the navigator's chair, "My girl, I've wandered the universe for two centuries, you don't have to play the fool with me. You're both survivors, you both carry unknowable pains and have committed unspeakable acts all in the name of one more day," Lyanni started as an Android put its hand on her shoulder, coming around to stand before her, "You who survived a genocide, and Adam alone knows what he's been through,"

The Android gave Lyanni's shoulder a reassuring squeeze, "If you'll permit me to share some insight from one non-human to another?"

Lyanni felt her hearts in her throat. Why was this... inorganic thing so gods-damned terrifying.

She swallowed, "If you'd do me the honour, Admiral,"

The interlocking plates of the android's face, a facsimile of a human's, shifted into a tooth-baring smile, "The Callistoans aren't an easy group of humans to read- believe me, I know what it's like- but they respect skill and grit, and purely from how much he relies on you (don't give me that look, surely you've noticed)- I'd say you've earned his respect. Hell, if I didn't know better I would've said you've gotten the great Adrian Castellan to like you, little miss Sverik,"

Chase: (surprisingly, throughout three active WIP's, I haven't used this word even once)

No pressure tags for @illarian-rambling, @pb-dot and anyone else who wants in

[elbiotipo]

Some quick notes on SPACE in the Biopunk World:

Earnest settlement of space began with the development of reusable rockets by the US and China in the 2030s, and later single-stage-to-orbit rockets by Brazil and Argentina in the 2050s. With proper infrastructure, soon trips to the Moon and space mining became commonplace.

The peak of space exploration was in the 2090s, when radiotelescopes found evidence of alien civilizations and manned expeditions were sent to Jupiter. It culminated with the opening of the Santos-Dumont space elevator in Brazil in 2096.

This golden age was cut short by World War 3 and the Ecocide. The destruction of space infrastructure generated a Kessler Syndrome that is still being cleaned up by the new UN. Most space projects have been suspended or with skeleton crews.

The US-EU and Sino-Russian programs are still around, but kind of obsolete. The main space powers are the UNASUR joint programs, India and East Africa.

Brazil has the largest space fleet, not surprising, since they have the only space elevator. The orbital city of Hy Braseal hosts most of international space infrastructure, including the UN's cleanup program (think the guys from Planetes). Brazil mantains bases all over the Solar System, and in fact Brazilian "icebreakers" supply bases that were isolated from the Kessler Syndrome.

The second largest space organization in the UNASUR is Tawantinsuyu. Buillt on a modernizing effort in the 2080s-90s, they own two Aldrin Cyclers that make the Earth-Mars trip. Notably, they never stopped their space program even at the height of the Ecocide; most of the growing population of Mars is of Andean descent (they're very much "Mars to Stay").

The third largest in the UNASUR is Argentina. Out of national pride and reliability concerns, they keep their own shuttle and space fleet. They also have the third largest asteroid mining program, behind China and Brasil (about 15% of Argentina's GDP).

Before the Ecocide, the space population (permanent and temporary) was reaching the tens of thousands. Now this is much reduced. There are other concerns rather than space exploration... but that might change.

Some major space milestones: Disovery of first alien biosphere (USA, 2030s) First men on Mars (USA, 2030s), Permanent Moon base (China, 2040s), Commercial space mining (USA, 2040s), First child born in space (China, 2059), first child born on Mars (USA, 2061), discovery of alien dyson spheres (2084, international telescope led by India), first space elevator (Brazil, 2096), manned mission to Jupiter (UNASUR, 2098), interstellar probe to Alpha Centauri (international, led by India, UNASUR and East Africa), manned mission to Saturn (UNASUR, 2113), WWIII, Ecocide and Kessler Disaster (2114-2123), reopening of the space elevator (2129)

[boltslutters]

Are all your ocs robots in some way? Or I guess what species would you classify them as (for the non tf ones)? 

Nope! They might look like it, but a large portion of my ocs are anthro dragons because my writing started as a wof au and it'll cherish those roots goddamnit. And some of the more robotic ones too aren't man-made, so it's like a flavor of biological. As for species, 90% of them are made up for this world specifically. Of the ones in the image, the non-man-made-robot and organic/semi-organic species are:

Illizyka's species isn't named, but she's a void-corrupted creature that uses a metal body to be able to interact and operate in any world as sol pleases.

Don't have much on this gal's species, but it's bug-like with a chitinous exoskeleton.

9H7R-A (Niesserae)'s species is the closest to organic machine I have. They are specifically lab-grown and designed to keep a highly mechanical and technically precise civilization running essentially forever.

I think this guy is mechanical, but he sure as shit doesn't stay that way for long.

Peyon is part of a race of mortals who compliment and worship their gods. They're small, mammalian, and are trait-dependent to which god/arcana they live in. Doll is their sentient doll based off an old sona of mine.

Don't remember this guy. Think their species is semi-mechanical

This guy is completely mechanical, but wasn't built by mankind, instead, by a self-sustaining mechanical race of quadrupeds I call Cyclers due to wheels they hold on their body magnetically. (there's actually lots of more ocs of this species, but they have distinct beaked snouts instead of strict triangle and I was not going to subject myself to more torture than I had too).

Rose, Thunder, & Torus are all members of a species of insanely powerful but insanely empathic species that runs the dominant governmental body of the main world. Torus was on a diplomatic mission, had too much of their old power and was too empathetic. Through accident, they became an amnesiac and through their empathetic powers, latched onto the memories and emotions of the local populous, and ended up believing they were a member of said species and would live on before someone figured out.

Killjoy, Toizon, Heron, Guziel, Datar, Banott, Stung, & Professor Tebya are all pat of a race known as Ermista or Ista depending on how badly I cringe at the name Ermista. They're a race of bug/bird-like bipeds who completely lack sexual dimorphism, live on a planet with a sun that hates them, and has a metamorphosis where they get their wings.

Of any race here, Ermista have the most lore and culture, such as most Ermista who live up north tend to live in small villages. Most know how to hand-weave fabric, as they make a flag they put into the ground to mark where they're cocooning (they go through metamorphosis unground), then carry that flag through the rest of their lives as a mark of identity and a sort of right of passage. They have different systems of magic and those systems interact differently with each other (although some are more fleshed out than others). They don't have a dominant sex and don't really exercise gender roles at all.

This one's a god. He could use a philosophy class about pain.

These two are creations of that god (called Paragons), designed to be perfect, never rot, and never suffer, and essentially lead the happy lives he never got to.

Ionize is also a member of that same species, just far, far into the future after Titatiaraum is dead and members of his perfect race have since either left, evolved, and otherwise altered.

I've almost forgotten everything but I do remember her species was pretty short compared to everyone else.

I'll save these because you mentioned them in another ask ;)

Another god, this one turned mortal willingly and got to watch his god-siblings tear themselves to shreds.

Part of a race of immortal beings that rot into animals, and grow back/heal into trees. I suppose this guy also needs to be included too

Yet another god, this sucker's puppeting a mechanical body though

Semnastica and Mourana are both members of the same species, Semnastica being male and Mourana being female. They're both quadrupeds and have powers because they hatched under blood moons because I made Semnastica when I was 14 at most. (I'm thinking about making these two's species (or Xulanium's) predecessors of the race Torus disguises as and later amnesias themselves into.

I THINK Salisun was supposed to be a fusion of a Cycler and something else organic, but he's also 90% aesthetic.

I've never figured out how to flesh out her species or Ouna herself, but they've got goo for hair and horns. That's coincidentally the only goo-species I've ever made. Huh.

Don't have many details on his species but they were somewhat civilized warrior-cats style and built little huts despite being quadruped.

No details on Mono, they're 100% aesthetic.

These two are the member of the same species and they're small and fluffy and have only one sex. They're also fluffy.

While Bypin is a pure machine, built by "man" and a full robot, I want to highlight them because they're one member of a race of centaur dragon tanks, who live on a planet in the same System as the Ermista, but closer to their hateful sun god that frequently sends down increasingly disturbing bird-angels to destroy all life on its planets (its planets are its children so its like fleas on your child). The race on that planet stays mostly underground until they developed the technology to remove their souls and place them in mechanical bodies they can use to fight back (Remizular is an example of a member of that race who was once organic, but later became tank (I lost their redesign that account deletion comes back to bite me in the ass)).

(Honestly, tank dragon centaurs are really cool FIGHT ME)

OKAY. I CAN'T ADD ANY MORE IMAGES SO THAT'S ALL YOU GET.

There are a few more species that don't have triangular faces and don't have characters in them as like, prey or purely animalistic species. I really need to focus on that side of it more wtf.

[atarev]

Avantgarda: Richter - Set 13

Your blade and my soul!

Hello again! With Will+Dress (and Yuyu's story in general) rounded out, content for the WD gang might've stopped in animated form, but rest assured I still have plenty of decks to go through! Not just with Set 13, but earlier stuff as well!

So why not keep the energy going with a deck that I have gotten Extremely familliar with since its new boss units released 2 months ago! Avantgarda, Richter!

[ACT](Hand):If your opponent's vanguard is grade 3 or greater, COST [reveal this card & bind a "Blue Deathster, "Skyrender" Avantgarda" on (VC)], ride this card as [Stand], and it gets all of the original [ACT] abilities of the card bound for this cost until end of turn. [AUTO](VC):At the end of the battle this unit attacked, if your soul has a "Blue Deathster, Sora Period", COST [discard two cards from hand], choose a "Blue Deathster, "Skyrender" Avantgarda" from your bind zone, ride it as [Stand], and it gets [Power]+10000/drive -1 until end of turn.

Thsi card takes Avant's 'make big swings and blow up the opponent' approach and turns it up to 11! By combining it with support like Arla, Req, and the big bad Death Winds, the heights this deck can soar to are incredible!

Here's the list that I settled on! Code HQFZ in Decklog!

Starting this lower section off with talking about Ala Dargente (or however you spell it) as she is the most important card in the deck outside of richter himself!

Immediately, her ability to power up for each Avant swing means that she's going to get massive on a full-power Richter turn! By combining a persona ride, richter's skill and deathwinds together, Ala can end up reaching 55k before triggers or boosts! Her ability to search deck or drop for strategy cards is amazing too! It'll keep you in the game as long as you need to be in terms of offensive capabilities!

Outside of Ala, the other card I mentioned also segues nicely into one of the main creative choices I made with this deck, Req Gewehner!

Req's power might not go up as high as Ala's, but it goes up a lot easier and will go up to its maximum no matter what from turn 3 onward! Combine him with a boost from a card like Asagi (13k if you set a strategy that turn), then persona and deathwinds? You're hitting the opponent with 53k! No matter what triggers they play that's a 3 card guard!

My choice of Req also means that i dont run the cycler, Habitable Zone. While that card is great for discard fodder which helps keep the deck alive, not only is it expensive and i own this deck IRL, but its functionality is limited without reducing copies of stuff like Asagi or the set-orders to make room for Refablishment Dock (a set order that makes your g2s boost).

Aside from that, front's help your power go even higher and act as even greater shield! What's not to like about that?

That's all on my Richter deck! With Ala releasing just a few days ago in EN, I hope to pick up some copies and make this deck as good as it can be IRL!

Until next time! Ciao!

[dullahandyke]

Amazing the power that a good old 'shut the fuck up' holds over junior cyclers when it's coming from a sixth year

[carnelianwings]

Another week, another shop tournament!

Didn’t win the promo pack gacha but someone else did so I bought my 4th Thasus off of them, so now I’m all set for Set 11 Minerva. 🥰🥰🥰

Played Gandeeva this week, managed to go 2-0 into the 3rd round … where I promptly lost to Prison. Again. 😅 Still, 2-1 is a solid finish for me and I’m pretty happy with the result (but I’m happy with it every time I go net positive).

(More card game ramblings under the cut)

First game was actually a Gandeeva mirror. Won in the end going second because I had the stronger G3 turn and kept pushing advantage from there. Also helped my opponent didn’t get 5 into bind on his G3 turn so I didn’t have to use up as many cards to guard.

Second game was against Messiahs, also went second, so I had a turn to Do Gandeeva Things before my opponent went all in with the Locks. This is also my first game against the new Messiah Stride deck, so I was mostly going off of “generally good anti-Link Joker strats” I’d learned from going up against Link Joker and Messiahs in Zero. Kind of nice that the Lock effect doesn’t pass through into my turn, but to be honest Gandeeva naturally counters against Messiah somewhat because it tends to pass turn with 2 units on the board. This game ended because I managed to scale just hard enough my opponent had to no guard one of my rear guard swings despite having an 8 card hand (of mostly G1+ units, no triggers, and no PGs). After the game I learned he had to bot deck 2 PGs on a check Top 3, call 1 bot deck the rest skill, which is just ☠️ vs a high powered deck like Gandeeva.

Match 3 was Prison, and my god that match up just lives rent free in my head now. Despite actively trying to play against it (tried to empty Soul as much as I could for the Purelight turn), I still ended up losing because of Penetrate Aquas’ guard restrict. That said, I was starting to realize I needed to fine tune my deck some (the ratios just didn’t quite feel right and made some things kind of clunky) plus while running Bavs G0/G1 can help me deck thin I think I’d rather run pure Gandeeva Ride line so I can take advantage of the Dragon Empire cycler to maintain hand size and to either find more pieces or draw some defensive power. Definitely could’ve used it on the Snow turn so I think I’m going to do that.

All in all, another fun week of locals, I think next week we might all agree on a “fun” week so I’ll probably chill and enter with Bavsargra (because I do really enjoy how she plays with the Set 9 support).

[sw5w]

Yo Bana Pee Ho-tah, Meendee Ya

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 00:46:06

[77788777]

Experiment 2: Polymerase Chain Reaction (PCR)

Aim of Experiment

The aim of PCR is to exponentially amplify specific nucleic acid sequences.

Introduction

Polymerase Chain Reaction (PCR) is a powerful technique used to amplify specific DNA sequences. The process involves repeated cycles of heating and cooling a reaction mixture containing DNA, which leads to the following key steps:

Denaturation: Heating the mixture to separate the DNA strands.

Annealing: Cooling the mixture to allow primers to bind to the target DNA sequence.

Extension: The polymerase enzyme extends the primers, synthesizing new DNA strands.

Thermostable polymerases, such as Taq polymerase, are crucial for this process, enabling automated cycling using thermal cyclers. Primer design is essential for specificity, requiring careful consideration of factors like GC content and potential secondary structures. The optimal concentration of MgCl₂, a cofactor for DNA polymerase that stabilizes the interaction with dNTPs, is critical for successful amplification. dNTPs provide the building blocks for new DNA synthesis. Additionally, additives like DMSO and betaine can enhance PCR performance, particularly with challenging templates. The result is an exponential increase in the target DNA sequence, facilitating various downstream applications.

Materials and Methods

List of Materials

DNA Taq Polymerase: Enzyme for DNA replication.

Template DNA: Coding sequence of a green fluorescent protein.

Primers: Forward and reverse primers for DNA replication (forward indicating the start from 5’ to 3’ and reverse from 3’ to 5’).

dNTPs: Provide nucleotides required for DNA synthesis.

Buffer: Tris buffer and potassium (K).

MgCl₂: Cofactor for DNA polymerase.

Thermal Cycler: Equipment for cycling temperature.

Reactants

Reagent A B C Buffer 10 μl 10 μl 10 μl MgCl₂ 6 μl 12 μl 6 μl dNTP 2 μl 2 μl 2 μl Primer FW 1 μl 1 μl 1 μl Primer RV 1 μl 1 μl 1 μl Template 1 μl 1 μl 10 μl Taq Polymerase 0.5 μl 0.5 μl 0.5 μl Final Volume 78.5 μl 72.5 μl 69.5 μl

Procedure

Combine all ingredients in a PCR tube.

Set the thermal cycler to perform the following heat cycles:

Proto Denaturation: Initial heating to denature.

Denaturation: Separate the DNA strands.

Annealing: Allow primers to bind to the target sequences.

Extension: Polymerase synthesizes new DNA strands (followed by a final extension step).

Repeat the cycle for the desired number of repetitions.

Results

From the three different conditions (A, B, and C), the following final volumes were obtained:

Final Volume A: 78.5 μl

Final Volume B: 72.5 μl

Final Volume C: 69.5 μl

These varying final volumes reflect differences in template DNA concentrations and MgCl₂ levels, which can influence the efficiency and yield of the PCR amplification.

If you need further details or have questions about specific sections, let me know!

[marialabtro]

Gradient Thermal Cycler LT-GTC201

Labtro Gradient Thermal Cycler features a 7-inch touchscreen for easy programming, supports 8-well strips and 96-well plates, and includes power-off protection with automatic recovery. Compact and reliable, the Gradient Thermal Cycler caters to high-performance PCR applications.

[khivrajmotors]

Analyzing the Excitement of KTM Bikes

Today KTM bikes occupy their special place in the world of motorcycles uniting performance, designing and innovation aspects. York’’s review, these are cyclers that have been engineered by Austria and admired by bicycle lovers across the world mainly due to their orange color and aggressive performance. Now, let us answer the question why KTM bikes are beloved by riders.

The KTM Legacy

It has its origin in the year 1934 when it was established in a small repair shop in Mattighofen in Austria. This name over the decades became one of the most recognized names in the motorcycle manufacturing market. Famous for its dirt bike motorcycles, KTM quickly moved to the motorsport arena, mainly motocross and enduro racing. To this success, they attributed their road-oriented motorcycles they developed out of competitive racing.

Features That Set KTM Apart

1. Powerful Engines

KTM bikes are fitted with throttle controlled fuel injected new generation high power to weight ratio engines. KTM motorcycles are available in all engine sizes from 125cc to 1290cc thus making it suitable for everyone.

2. Lightweight Construction

As an example of lightweight construction, KTM uses chromium-molybdenum steel frames at its motorcycles. This guarantees that the rider has a responsive handling with which to negotiate through traffic congested roads or high terrain.

3.Bold Design

Power and mechanics: KTM uses orange color dominance and sharp angles that set serious and highly sporty images. From the top to the sides and to the rear, the design of the brand is unique and strikes the imagination on the road.

4.Advanced Technology

KTM implements state of the art electronics such as ride by wire throttle, traction control, multiple riding modes and sophisticated suspension. That makes their bikes as smart as they are powerful with those features.

Popular KTM Models

1.KTM Duke Series

Duke series is highly preferred by city riders. The KTM Duke 200, Duke 250, and Duke 390 all are bikes with high powered engines and great handling capabilities, making them ideal for daily rides and leisurely rides on weekends.

2. KTM RC Series

The RC bikes are best for those who would want to enjoy the bike while they are checking on their speed and handling. They come with outstanding designs which are suitable for racing sports such as the RC 200 and RC 390 models.

3. KTM Adventure Series

Much credit on the KTM Adventure series which people involve themselves in adventurous activities must go for. Standalone tourers come in the form of the KTM 390 Adventure and KTM 1290 Super Adventure—the former packing long-distance commuter prowess into a compact package, while the latter truly shines beyond top speeds and power on a racetrack.

Why Choose KTM?

KTM provides an opportunity for every category of cyclists ranging from those who are learning to those who are experienced. Their bikes are components of sheer muscle, the latest technology, and sleek design with focus on performance. Regardless if you are in urban centers or on rough terrains, KTM bikes provide the best when it comes to motorcycle experience.

The Future of KTM

KTM is not standing still and goes on developing, with an emphasis on electric motorcycles and environmentally friendly solutions. Sustainability without compromise is now possible with bikes such as the KTM E-Ride.

In conclusion, KTM bikes from entry level bikes to racing bikes and chassis are not just motorcycles, they are passion and performance statements. In today’s world, if you want a machine which has style, speed and innovation, then KTM is the brand to look forward to. Finally, there is a KTM bike for everyone – from intermediate riders to high risk takers.

[semcoinfratechworld]

Understanding Battery Testing Parameters with Neware Battery Testing System

Understanding battery testing parameters is crucial for ensuring the safety and performance of lithium-ion batteries. Neware Technology Limited, a prominent manufacturer of battery testing systems, offers a range of sophisticated testing machines designed to meet various industry standards. This article explores the key parameters involved in battery testing using Neware Machine, specifically focusing on their capabilities and applications.

Overview of Neware Battery Testing Systems

Neware has been a significant player in battery testing since its founding in 1998. The company specializes in developing reliable and cost-effective battery cyclers, analyzers, and testers for various battery types, including lithium-ion, nickel-metal hydride (NiMH), and nickel-cadmium (NiCd) batteries. Their systems are widely used in research, development, and quality control across multiple sectors, including electric vehicles (EVs) and consumer electronics.

Key Features of Neware Battery Testers

Neware’s battery testing systems, such as the BTS4000 and BTS9000 models, are equipped with advanced features that facilitate comprehensive testing:

Multi-channel Testing: Each model can handle multiple channels independently, allowing simultaneous testing of different batteries or configurations. This is essential for efficiency in research and production environments.

Programmable Testing Parameters: Users can set various parameters such as voltage, current, and time for each test. This flexibility enables precise control over testing conditions, which is vital for accurate performance evaluation.

Dynamic Internal Resistance Measurement: Neware Battery Testing Machine includes built-in pulse sources that allow for the measurement of a battery’s internal resistance, an important factor in assessing battery health and performance.

Data Analysis Tools: The BTSDA (Battery Testing System Data Analysis) software bundled with Neware systems provides powerful data processing capabilities, enabling users to visualize and analyze testing results effectively. This software can export data in various formats, making it easier to integrate with other analysis tools.

Important Battery Testing Parameters

Battery testing encompasses several critical parameters that ensure the battery’s safety, performance, and compliance with international standards:

1. Charge and Discharge Cycles

Testing the charge and discharge cycles is fundamental in evaluating a battery’s capacity and longevity. Neware Battery Testing System enables users to perform these cycles under controlled conditions, allowing for the assessment of cycle life and performance degradation over time.

2. Temperature Cycling

Temperature cycling tests are essential for understanding how batteries perform under varying thermal conditions. Neware Testing Machine can simulate different temperatures to evaluate the battery’s thermal stability and performance in real-world applications.

3. Overcharge and Forced Discharge Tests

These tests assess the battery’s safety under extreme conditions. Neware Battery Testing Machine can conduct overcharge tests to ensure that batteries can handle excess voltage without failure. Similarly, forced discharge tests evaluate how batteries respond when discharged beyond their rated capacity.

4. Compliance with Standards

Neware battery testers are designed to comply with various international standards, including IEC 62133, UN 38.3, and UL 1642. These standards outline safety and performance requirements for lithium-ion batteries, ensuring that products meet regulatory requirements for transportation and use.

Conclusion

Neware battery testing systems provide comprehensive solutions for evaluating lithium-ion batteries. By understanding and utilizing the key testing parameters offered by Neware, manufacturers, and researchers can ensure their batteries meet safety standards and perform reliably in various applications. With a commitment to innovation and quality, Neware continues to lead the way in battery testing technology, supporting the growing demand for safe and efficient energy storage solutions. As a leading battery manufacturing equipment supplier, Neware Battery Tester India offers top-tier Neware Machines to customers worldwide.

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Exploring the Latest Trends in Cycling Jersey Design

Cycling jerseys do not just ease the cyclist; they go that extra mile of being not only a fabric as they are a fashion statement. Since cycling is becoming more popular both in competitiveness and for leisure, the concept of Bikes Shorts has accordingly expanded in response to such varying cyclists. The developments in cycle Jersey materials technology and their new features have placed the latest designs as the paragon of trend-setting cycling apparel and Bikes Shorts.

Advanced Fabric Technology

This is arguably one of the most contemporary developments, with designers integrating fabric technology into their Cycling Jerseys. New jerseys are made of more advanced fabrics with enhanced capability as far as breathability and dryness as well as protection against ultraviolet light are concerned. These fabrics assist in maintaining the riders dry throughout cycling sessions including when they are involved in a vigorous cycling adventure. Moreover, the infusion of antibacterial materials makes jerseys to be fresh and scent-free thus suitable for long-distance cycling.

Aerodynamic Efficiency

Aerodynamics is a significant factor in cycling and the design of these jerseys adheres to this maxim. Contemporary jerseys incorporate accurate cuts without seam stitching to minimize air resistance and boost dispersal. Components such as laser-cut sleeves, silicone grippers, and the perfect fitting ensure that the wind resistance is accorded to an optimal level so as to enable cyclists to ride faster, easier, and with less power. Such aerodynamic designs are more particularly used by cyclists who are in the competitive category so that they can gain some competitive edge commonly witnessed most especially during races.

Sustainability and Eco-Friendly Materials

Due to increasing consciousness about the environment, many cycling apparel are incorporating sustainable policies. Recoiling and green raw materials are emerging as design trends as jersey wearers become more conscious of the environment. Today, brands are dressing teams in jerseys of recycled polyester and other fabrics that act as an antidote to the damage wrought by conventional fabrics, all while offering performance qualities as good as or better than their traditional counterparts. The change to extended frame durability demonstrates that the culture of cycling is better for the planet.

Bold Aesthetics and Customization

Another appeal of cycling jerseys is the area of absolute aesthetics and appearance where individuals freely express themselves. Bright tones, fashionable images, and neon colors won the cyclers’ preference and became priorities on the roads. Other novelties have also been developing with regard to the Jersey being produced in the modern world; for instance, brands have adopted ways of specifically designing jerseys that fit customers’ preferences and those of the teams. This trend not only improves the aesthetics of the jerseys but also boosts the cycling group identity among the cyclists.

Conclusion There is a perfect combination of form and function in cycling jerseys more than ever. Optimization, weight, sustainability, and beautiful designs are the main factors that determine the features of cycling clothes to meet the needs of cyclists and help them ride as safely and comfortably as possible. For the professional racer or a cycling enthusiast who wants to get into racing, these trends must be followed to increase cycling excellence to another level. To get your Cycling Jersey Online, visit https://www.spatzwear.com/.