#Lighter Cruiser

[lonestarbattleship]

USS Bunker Hill (CV-17) burning after being hit by Kamikaze suicide planes during the Okinawa operation, on May 11, 1945.

Note: on the left is most likely USS Wilkes-Barre (CL-103) is steaming nearby.

Naval History and Heritage Command: 80-G-K-5271, 80-G-K-5274

#USS Bunker Hill (CV-17) #USS Bunker Hill #Essex Class #aircraft carrier #May #1945 #USS Wilkes-Barre (CL-103) #USS Wilkes-Barre #Cleveland Class #Lighter Cruiser #Cruiser #united states navy #us navy #navy #usn #u.s. navy #Okinawa #kamikaze #world war 2 #world war ii #WWII #WW2 #WWII History #history #military history #military #my post

[seat-safety-switch]

Contracts. What even are they? A lawyer could tell you, but my lawyer just laughs at them and uses his desk-mounted cigar lighter – in the shape of a human skull, I’m pretty sure it’s not real, okay I’m not so sure anymore – to torch any attempt to get him or me to sign one. My attorney’s name is Max, and I met him once when he was doing some public-defender work, representing some unwashed maniac who jumped a mall fountain in a Baja Bug. Ever since then, we’ve been the best of friends.

Let me explain why: have you ever had a coworker who was a fan of extreme sports? They probably started out jumping out of an airplane, which was scary but fun. Then, it wasn’t enough. They started doing group jumps, elaborate stunts, nude skydives. Moved on to cliff diving, riskier and riskier shit. Max is like that, but for the law. He figures that all human law derives eventually from nature, and by bending every law to its maximum extent, he will finally be able to perceive the rhythms of an absent bureaucratic god.

This is exactly why he needs me. Max drives a very lushly appointed Saab 9-5, which is certainly some ridiculous pervert shit, but it still doesn’t put him in my league. Only someone as immersed into automotive culture – and specifically the dirtbaggiest niches of it imaginable – can even consider the creative ways in which I break parking, traffic, highway, and husbandry laws. Sometimes the responding officer has to take out his little notepad and scrawl out some diagrams to figure out just what it is I can be charged with. Sometimes his brow furrows, little beads of sweat appearing, and he climbs back into his cruiser and leaves. It’s those moments that Max is most excited about, as it represents the limitations of mortal man to understand just what specific category crime I am committing. Anything weaker, he usually gets me off of in a weekend of playing golf with the judge and charging me (with a discount) for his coke and strippers.

You could say that this is a perfect symbiotic relationship, but on the advice of my attorney, I would have to pretend I don’t understand what you’re saying. That’s an awful big word, and is the kind of thing that you should direct to my attorney. Ideally with a big bag of knowledge about the niche hobby that you are interested in, and specifically the corner cases that would get you on an FBI watchlist.

[captainmalewriter]

Hey I was out boating with my cousin on his Sea-Doo earlier today and I I think I found one of your capsules. It's the purple and yellow one with the ring not sure what to expect from it but certainly not a bunch of stickers I assume

Congratulations, you found my missing purple with a yellow ring capsule! Here's what happened when you found it...

It was a beautiful Friday afternoon and you decided to spend the day out on the water with some friends. Your cousin tagged along too! He had a Sea-Doo, which helped make your beach day that much more fun. 

During your turn on the Sea-Doo, something in the water caught your eye. You could've sworn you saw something brightly colored floating just below the surface of the water. Normally you'd just assume it was some trash someone left in the water, but the odd color combo of purple and yellow made whatever it was linger on your mind. Curiosity getting the best of you, you decided to go fish it out.

You briefly went back to the shore to explain what you saw. Then, with your cousin tagging along to drive the Sea-Doo, you went back to where you first spotted the brightly colored object. Unfortunately, you weren't able to spot it in the water like before. So instead you went back to around the spot you think you first saw it. You then dove into the water while your cousin waited on standby on the water cruiser. 

You swam around as you scanned the water for what you were looking for. The dirty water made looking for anything harder but you were determined! Luckily, you managed to spot the purple and yellow object caught in some seaweed. You went up for a breath of air then dove back down to retrieve the goods. You were able to get a good look at it once you got closer. The object was spherical in shape and was mostly purple but with a yellow ring that wrapped around it. It kind of reminded you of those prize balls you'd see in stores or gas stations, but you couldn't be sure without a closer look. 

You grabbed the prize ball and tried yanking it out of the seaweed with pure strength, but it was too tangled up to be pulled out like that. You tried tearing the seaweed but it was incredibly dense. It wouldn't rip no matter how hard you pulled at it! Your efforts at recovering the prize ball devolved into you playing tug-o-war with a patch of seaweed. No matter how much you struggled, the ball remained entangled in the aquatic flora. But you refused to give up, that prize ball was going to be yours no matter what!

As you struggled to free the prize ball, you kept grabbing and pulling at it in various different ways. One of those ways included you wrapping your hand around the ball and twisting it out of the seaweed. It didn't work, but the twisting motion you did inadvertently caused the yellow ring to unscrew. In doing so, the prize ball popped open! Although you weren’t able to get the capsule itself, you were excited to get whatever was inside. However, the moment you peered inside the opened capsule, a strange sensation washed over your body. 

You felt yourself becoming lighter and lighter. Your whole body was quickly transforming from a solid state to a liquid state, and you were completely powerless to stop it. Within seconds, you had become a shapeless mass of liquid floating in the beach water. Once your transformation was complete, the purple capsule you had accidentally opened began sucking you up. Despite how small the plastic container was, it was able to miraculously store your entire being inside of it. Once it had sucked you up, the capsule snapped itself shut with the yellow ring tightly resealing the capsule with you stored inside. 

Although you were now trapped inside the purple capsule, you were fortunately not conscious to experience it. The capsule had put you into a deep sleep. Also, the capsule was no longer tangled up in the seaweed. The capsule was free to float along the water. Unfortunately, however, nobody knew you were inside. Your friends and cousin spent countless hours on the beach looking for you, completely unaware you were inside a little capsule out in the water. Days— weeks passed. Your friends had put out a missing person notice for you, but nobody knew your true whereabouts. You were sound asleep in a floating prize ball. It wasn’t until the next Spring Break when several frats and sororities flocked to the beach that you were finally found by one of the frat boys.

“Yooo check out this shit I found brah!!” Mason shouted out as he emerged from the water with you in hand. He found the capsule while he went for a quick dip in the water. “I used to have a FUCK ton of these back when I was a youngin’.”

While Mason was ecstatic about the toy capsule, most of his frat brothers weren’t interested (most of them because they were already too drunk to care). But that didn’t stop Mason’s enthusiasm. While everyone was enjoying their beach day getting wasted, Mason took a moment to enjoy the little treasure he found in the water. He sat down on the sand, unscrewed the yellow ring, and popped open the capsule. The moment the capsule opened, you woke up from your deep sleep and the capsule shot you out… Right into Mason.

Mason’s mouth was hanging open due to being tipsy and due to being genuinely excited about the toy capsule. You were launched right inside his agape mouth. The impact caused Mason to fall back onto the sand. Thanks to your new liquid form, your invasion on Mason’s body did not stop at the mouth. You rushed down Mason’s throat. Mason was gagging and thrashing around on the sand. He could feel your presence spreading throughout his body. You filled up every crevice up his body until he was completely filled up by you, leaving him no choice but to surrender control over his body to you. Once you had filled up his brain with your liquidy form, the body takeover was complete. 

You laid on the sand, eyes blinking rapidly as you processed what just happened. You could feel the weight of having a human body again, although your new body was much hairier than your original body. Your mind was in a haze. Between getting turned into liquid, being put into a deep sleep, then suddenly waking up to find yourself taking over someone else’s body who was already drunk, it was only natural to feel disoriented. 

“Ugh… What the fuck happened…” you said with your new voice as you stood up. Your new voice reached your ears, then panic began to kick in. “What the fuck! This isn’t my voice, who am I!?”

“Bro! Mason, my due, what are you doin!? The party’s just getting started!!” Some of the frat brothers came up to you. You tried to explain what was going on, but they were too drunk to understand you. 

“C’mon brah… You’re wayyyyy too sober right now for Spring Break… Here! This’ll help ya loosen up!”

The frat bro took a big drink from a beer can he was holding. While he did so, two of the other frat bros grabbed onto you. They were stronger, you couldn’t escape. Then, as you struggled to break free, the bro who had a mouth full of beer got closer to you. He then smushed his lips against yours, forcing you to drink the alcohol from his mouth. The surprise kiss caught you off guard, which caused you to swallow all the beer. Once you had drunk all the beer, the frat bro started French kissing you. You both made out for a solid minute as the sounds of wet kisses and your new frat bros hyping you up filled the air. Your bro then stepped back.

“How ya feelin’ bro!?”

“...” You stood in silence for a brief moment. The stimulation from French kissing coupled with the alcohol caused a chain reaction in your head. A grin spread across your face as your mind began forgetting everything about your former identity. Your mind had fully accepted its new body now. All that was left on your mind was 3 things: parties, alcohol, and bisexual sex.

“...WOOO! LET’S GET FUCKED UPPPPPP!!”

Hope you enjoy the new body prize you won from finding my missing capsule!

#male possession #male takeover #male body possession #permanent change #iq loss #male body theft #toy capsule stories

[judgemark45]

USS Midway (CVB-41) steaming off the Firth of Clyde in original color during September 1952, prior to participating in NATO's Operation Mainbrace with eight other navies and over 200 ships. Midway would be reclassified the following month as CVA-41, indicating her tactical role as an attack carrier. Her original designation designated her as a large carrier - B for large, CV for carrier. Though the origins of the "CV" are definitely rooted in the "C" for "Cruiser" lineage, the reasoning for the "V" is as mysterious as the choice of "B" to represent "large" - but either way, the "V" is indicative of heavier-than-air flying machines, as opposed to "Z" for lighter-than-air, as specified in General Order No. 541 of 1920.

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As an aside, the use of "CVB" for large carriers of the Midway-class in 1942 is further proof that the "B" in USN designation systems stood for "large," not "battle" - and thus, the Alaska-class large cruiser hull designation, "CB," does NOT indicate "battle" anything, much less battlecruiser.

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Mainbrace featured ships from the US, Britain, France, Canada, the Netherlands, Portugal, Belgium, Denmark, and Norway, with the stated goal of showing the latter two nations that NATO could effectively confront a Soviet attack against them from the North Sea.

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US Navy photo 80-G-K-13223.

[quite-right-too]

Grand Finale

I have been OBSESSED with @sneakertin's Bounty Hunter!Tentoo AU and decided to write a very rough, unbeta'd pic about it to work through some angst. I apologize for any grammatical errors. TW FOR SUICIDE

The vehement denial of his existence is what hurt the most. 

The woman he had literally been born out of love for told him he would never be her Doctor. He thought that was easily one of the worst things he had experienced in all his lifetimes.

That was until he heard the gunshot from the upstairs bedroom.

He rushed in to find Rose, his Rose, laying in a pool of her own blood. The pistol he had heard was not far from her limp hand and the sight made him shatter. The scream he let out, the sobs, they would stick with him forever. Dropping to his knees, he pulled her cooling body onto his lap, his fingers gripping her arms so hard that it should have hurt. The Doctor held her in his arms, rocking her back and forth and pleading for her to just wake up. To come back to him.

It couldn’t have been more than a few minutes, though it felt like hours, until the EMTs arrived with the police in tow. 

He didn’t even register him fighting the medical personnel as they tried to pry Rose from his arms. Or when he was held back by the police when they loaded Rose onto the gurney and into the ambulance. Or the ride to the hospital and the official news that she was dead and gone.

The only thing he did register was the fact that she was holding her TARDIS key in her hand when he found her.

The simple white button up he had been wearing was absolutely soaked through with Rose’s blood. The red stained through to his skin. He had subconsciously run his fingers through his hair during the chaos, leaving red streaks in the messy brown locks. It was impossible to think because Rose needed him. He needed to keep her safe.

It took him a week before he had finally processed what happened.

The rest of the time in that universe was spent in the Torchwood lab, spending months researching another way to get back to the Prime Universe. To get back to the other Doctor and get him to fix this whole mess. To get Rose back and right all the wrongs in this bloody awful life he was forced into.

It was eight months to the day when he got the Dimension Cannons activated and functional again.

It was ten months to the day when he managed to open a rift, commandeer a dingy space cruiser that looked more like a car from Earth, and begin his official search to find the other Doctor. 

Weeks turned into months — and subsequently years — as he jumped from planet to planet, looking for any information that could help him. Anybody who had seen his Time Lord counterpart or could contact him. Even just an energy signature that he could use to track the TARDIS.

After about two weeks, the Doctor knew he needed a new look. Something that was still him but was different. It didn’t take long to find something compatible for his needs.

The blue jacket was similar to a bomber jacket you would see a twenty-first century fighter jet pilot wearing. However, it cut off just above his waist and was made of an extremely durable material — functioning as a space suit now that he was without his superior biology. The matching blue pants were accentuated by a lighter blue belt which held his perception filter — just in case he needed it. A foldable space helmet was his final safety precaution as he travelled.

Under the jacket was a white button up accompanied by a red tie. The meaning was not lost to him; an intentional reminder as to why he was doing all of this in the first place. To finish the outfit, he donned his signature red and white converse. He was still the Doctor, afterall.

Even if Rose hadn’t seen it that way.

He had been bouncing from planet to planet for nearly four years when the hallucinations started. First, it was subtle as whispers behind him began to affect him. Sometimes it was him hearing the man he had been searching for, giving him false hope that he could finally get his Rose back. Sometimes it was Rose and the entire thing just seemed to be a bad dream. Those were the easiest to deal with.

The times he saw Rose standing directly in front of him — just out of arm’s reach — were what really did him in.

The Doctor began to go mad. He could regularly be found arguing with himself, losing his temper and screaming into the void as he lost touch with reality once again. His attempts to handle himself became more deluded. The desperation made his morality shift as he decided he would do anything to get her back.

This included violence.

It was exacerbated by the realisation that he would never get Rose back set in. What was originally a journey of love and hope became one of rage and insanity. 

At the end of the day, this was the other Doctor’s fault. He left him behind without so much as a thought, not caring how the part human felt about the entire scenario. The Time Lord took so much from him. His TARDIS, his identity, his connection to Gallifrey.

His Rose.

He began carrying a gun with him, strong arming information out of the locals he could find. He eventually started to use it, his previous stance on weapons discarded carelessly. It didn’t take long after that for him to recognise that the Doctor was not his name anymore.

He simply was nobody. Just a man who wanted — no, needed — revenge.

It was hard to deal with his own mortality throughout his journey. Sometime during his stop in the Jarloxian Galaxy, he lost his right hand. Blown off by a reverse engineered proximity mine. He built himself a robotic prosthetic to replace the hand he had lost. The hand that he was born from. His last physical reminder of his past.

The sword that mangled his face was another crushing reminder of his humanity and insignificance. It left a scar that would never fade. An angry red slash that would follow him for the rest of his days. This wasn’t a second chance.

This was a fault.

A curse, even.

The fatalities caused by him directly reached the hundreds throughout the next couple of years. He stopped trying to keep track of the indirect casualties. Information became more accessible while his reputation continued to grow. He gained nicknames that varied from planet to planet, striking a gut wrenching type of fear in those who heard it — regardless of the rough translation. The Oncoming Storm had nothing on him.

Now, here he was. Nameless and standing in the crowded street of Nivera IV, following the temporal signature that he had tracked from the TARDIS directly to this time and this location. The Doctor was here and he was going to make him pay.

He sees her before she sees him. She looked different now; blonde, less practical fashion taste, and was now a woman.

But here she is. The dark back alley of a space bazaar in the Artorox Galaxy. A new face and a new companion, probably having already forgotten about him and the pain she put him through. It was unbearable.

“You,” he growled, his steps beginning to build speed. “You.”

The Doctor barely heard him at the end of the alleyway. However, Yaz already had her eyes trained at the source of the sound, looking ready to handle the confrontation. A tall, lanky man was approaching them quickly. A metallic glint brought attention to the prosthetic hand that matched the side of his belt that held a holster. His tie flapped against his chest as his footsteps grew heavier.

“She’s gone! Do you fucking hear me?” His screams echoed off the tall buildings as his rage seeped out of him. Shoulders heaving and fists clenched, his eyes showed one specific emotion visible above all else.

Unbridled, delusional rage.

She recognized those eyes immediately. The all too familiar look of pain and loneliness. It was him. The man she had dumped in an alternate universe with her long lost love. The man who was born out of love and war.

‘And the cost is him.’

‘He’s too dangerous to be left on his own.’

‘You were born in battle, full of blood and anger and revenge.’

Oh, if only she knew the half of it.

“How did you get here? Where is Rose?” Her questions fell on deaf ears.

The Doctor didn’t even have time to react before the man grabbed her by the lapels of her coat and slammed her against the wall. His robotic hand was cold against the Doctor’s neck as his hands pressed into her. “IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT!”

“What is my fault?!” Panic began to rise in her mind. The thick, jagged scar going from his left cheekbone, across his mouth, and down the right side of his chin gave his snarl an even more sinister look. 

“She fucking died!” the man screamed. “Rose is gone and it’s all your fault!” His left fist was trembling while his right hand tore the fabric of the Doctor’s cost with the sheer force of his grip in the robotic appendage.

Tears welled in the Doctor’s eyes at the news. “What-” she choked out, “What do you mean Rose died?”

The duplicate threw her onto the dirty pavement of the alley, her companion quickly coming to her aid as the crazed part Time Lord backed up, laughing coldly. “You killed her.” Venom laced his tone as he began to pace in front of the women, his left hand running through his hair. “She fucking shot herself. I was never the Doctor to her. To her, she was just abandoned again!”

“God,” the blonde sobbed. “I’m… I’m so sorry Doc-” She was quickly cut off by the man letting out a guttural scream, full of years of pent up rage and resentment, and rushing to stand over her.

“I AM NOT THE DOCTOR! I HAVE NEVER BEEN THE DOCTOR!”

His breathing was erratic, his eyes manic and pupils constricted. “I have been searching for you for years. I just wanted Rose back, but I knew you would never allow that to happen like the selfish prick you are.” He began to rant, all of his thoughts and memories spilling out like blood from a stab wound. “You cost me everything. My TARDIS. My identity.” He swallowed thickly, staring the Doctor in the eyes. “I don’t even want answers, Doctor. All I’ve wanted since then is revenge.”

Without warning, he removed his gun from his holster, aiming it directly at the Time Lady on the ground in front of him. She held her hands up in surrender as he pressed the barrel directly against her temple. Tears streamed down her cheeks, an ugly sob making its way out of her throat. 

A wild grin played across his face as he pulled the trigger. The last words the Doctor would ever hear — spilling from his lips like an eternal reverie that had haunted him on repeat all these years. “This is for Rose.”

#tentoo #rose tyler #doctor who fanfiction #my fic #bounty hunter au #I'm so fucking high rn and had the urge to write this

[megggyeggy]

A Terrifying Tale from the Darkened Pizzeria

Hell Hath No Fury: You’ve Been Misled. Pt. 1

Pt. 2 here

Trigger warning: Mentions of murder, physical assault…William being weird. Mike pretty much is just annoyed at this point.

HYPD, Hurricane Utah. March 12th 1988. 1:35 PM.

Rowan was sitting at her desk as she typed away at her computer, she sighed as she rubbed her forehead in a stressed manner before her captain had started handing out files for the officers and detectives to handle for the day. “John, you’re on meter duty. Vanessa, traffic duty. Sawyer, I need you to go talk to Ms. Gonzalez, she called again- her boyfriend apparently can’t take a hint. Escort him off the property. And…Detective Nosky, I need you to work on a cold case for me. It’s a weird one.” Dan had given out demands, looking through the files before tossing the cold case onto Rowan’s desk. “In 1985 a group of children disappeared at Freddy Fazbears Pizza, 5 kids in total. They never found the bodies, they never found a prime suspect. Our officers searched the place top to bottom, nada. So I need you to question the owner, see if you can find something that makes him tick.” Dan gave Rowan the scoop on the cold case, shrugging his shoulders as if he also knew this was a waste of time..which it was. Rowan sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose before shutting her computer off. “Right..” Rowan muttered under her breath as she stood up.

Vanessa frowned as she looked at Rowan who didn’t seem like she was gonna fight their captain on this. “Sir, isn’t that really just a waste of time? They never found anything…shouldn’t we put our focus on more important things?” Vanessa questioned curiously which Dan looked at Vanessa with narrowed eyes, a vague expression on his face. “Are you saying 5 children who have been missing for 3 years isn’t important?” Their Captain questioned the blonde woman as he pulled his cigarette carton out of his dress pants. He watched Vanessa closely, waiting for an answer. “That wasn’t rhetorical, Officer Monroe.” Dan huffed as he placed the cigarette in his mouth, searching his dress pants for a lighter. “No, sir..of course not, that’s not what I’m saying. But-..” Rowan looked at Vanessa with narrowed eyes, arching her brow. “Look, I get where you’re coming from, but those kids didn’t just disappear into thin air. It’s our job to find them, not to forget about them.” Rowan scolded her fellow officer which made Vanessa frown, a look of guilt weighing on her face.

Rowan let out a heavy sigh as she grabbed her keys to her cruiser before grabbing the file folder, “Lighter in my drawer.” Rowan called over her shoulder to her captain who had thanked her, apparently he lost his own lighter..

Hurricane, Utah. Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza. 2:40 PM.

Rowan had pulled into the Freddy’s Pizzeria parking lot, the owners tried to keep the place running..obviously they couldn’t let it go. She took note of how many cars were there, 12, in total. Rowan sighed as she got out of her cruiser and locked the door behind her. She approached the diner with curious eyes. Once she entered the restaurant she took time to look over the employee of the month plaque.. the health and safety plaques, drawings that the children had made were put up onto the wall. Rowan could hear the upbeat music that the animatronics were performing, she made her way further inside as she scanned the area for an employee. She took notice of a man speaking with an employee, how he looked at her with furrowed brows before shooing the employee off. The man approached Rowan with a wide smile, “Hi-..Hello, Officer. How can I help you?” The man awkwardly spoke, which Rowan arched her brow. “Hello, Sir-…” The man grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Oh please, call me Henry!” Henry had told her to which Rowan’s eyes narrowed, not enjoying the interruption.

“Henry…I am Detective Rowan Nosky..I’m working on a cold case that involves your restaurant. I was wondering if I could look around, I would need access to the whole restaurant. Of course, I need your permission to do a search.” Henry looked nervous as he watched Rowan, tilting his head. “I thought they closed that case? I mean-..they didn’t find anything! I can assure you, Freddy’s is the safest place for children! Our company is not involved-“ Rowan took a deep breath, drowning out the man’s rant about how there was no possible way someone working at their diner was responsible. She heard it all before. Rowan looked at Henry with narrowed eyes, she placed her hands on her hips. “So do I have your permission or not? If not, I will have to come back with a search warrant and that won’t look pretty on your part.” Rowan had warned the man, who sighed in defeat.

“I can’t make any decisions without speaking to my partner.” Henry told the officer, grabbing his walkie talkie from his belt and he pressed the button on the side. “William, can you come to the entrance? We have an issue.” Henry muttered into the walkie, releasing the button which allowed the static to come through. There was an awkward silence between the two, waiting for a response. “Can it wait?” William’s almost annoyed voice came through, which Henry sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose before speaking into the radio. “No. It’s the police.” Henry answered, once again..there was silence. Rowan stood there with her hands on her hips, indistinct police chatter coming over her own radio as she watched Henry with narrowed eyes.

“Doesn’t seem like he takes this too seriously.” Rowan commented on how lazy William seemed to have acted with an ‘issue’. “Oh-..he’s just-..had a day..Y’know-..” Henry laughed nervously before sighing in relief when he saw William walking towards the couple. “Hello! How can we help you?” William greeted with a friendly grin, slapping his hand onto his friend’s shoulder who seemed to be more relaxed now that William was here. “Like I told your partner, I just want to look around. My department is opening the cold case files from 1985, the disappearances. If I have your permission?” Rowan spoke calmly, her thumbs hooked through her utility belt.

William’s eyes softened at the mention of the disappearances, he sighed as he seemed to stare off into space for a moment. “Oh yes..that was…a very sad year…” William mumbled before looking at Rowan as he smiled faintly. His eyes raked over her figure for a moment, William lifted his hand to fix his glasses before humming. “Sure, yeah. Of course, you can have a look! Just uh-…” William looked towards some of the parents who were looking in their direction, “..make it quick, yeah? Don’t want any unwanted attention.” William told Rowan politely, to which she bowed her head. “Thank you, Sir-“ William grinned cheekily at Rowan, “William Afton.” Rowan hummed as she squinted at William, “Mr. Afton.” She stated before walking past the two men.

Rowan had searched around the play area first, nothing. She looked behind the stage curiously, brows pinched together as she sighed in frustration. Rowan pulled out her flashlight as she aimed it underneath the stage, nothing…Rowan breathed out softly as she stood up straight, looking towards the animatronics. The Purple Bunny seemed to be staring right at her, its eyes squinted..she felt chills run up her spine, it wasn’t even moving or dancing anymore..There was an uncomfortable tension between the officer and the animatronic Bunny, before suddenly it started dancing again. The sudden movement caused Rowan to flinch, she stared hard at the Bunny who didn’t spare her a glance. Rowan scoffed as she rolled her eyes, “Stupid.” Rowan muttered under her breath before leaving the stage.

Rowan knew she only had so much time before she would be asked to leave the premise, so she was trying to be quick. Rowan went back to the parts and services room, looking around the room curiously. “Huh..definitely screams horror movie.” Rowan told herself, looking at the animatronic, it’s chest cavity open. The character had an old timey hat on her head, with curls framing her face. Bright red circles on her cheeks. Rowan frowned at the sight of the robot, it was so…unsettling. Rowan made her way towards one of the spare Freddy suit’s as she held her hand out to remove the head. “Officer Nosky! Find anything?” William’s booming voice had made Rowan jump out of her skin, she spun around as she looked at William with wide eyes. “I-..” Rowan glanced over her shoulder at the Freddy suit, glancing back at William who was looking at her with an amused expression. “No-..but I’m not done-“ William sighed out as he looked down at his watch, “It’s almost 4 O’clock. You’ve been here over an hour. If you haven’t found anything, you’re not going to. I apologize but I’m gonna have to ask you to leave, I believe you wore out your welcome.” William spoke politely, an apologetic expression written on his features but it didn’t reach his eyes…in his eyes..there was a certain glint in them. As if begging her not to look into the suit. Rowan frowned as she watched Afton closely, brows furrowed together. “Okay-..” Rowan muttered as she pushed past William and made her way to the front entrance. “Thank you both for your time and cooperation.” Rowan thanked both of the owners with a fake smile on her face, Henry nodded his head with a warm smile on his face while William watched Rowan with an uncertain look on his face, forcing a smile upon his face. “Of course, anytime, officer.”

Rowan’s Home. 12:07 AM. March 13th, 1988.

Rowan tossed back and forth in her bed, a thin layer of sweat covering her body as she squirmed around in bed. Another nightmare. The Freddy suit from the restaurant…it had something inside of it..a child’s arm sticking out of it, motioning for her to step closer. “You almost got it! Just a little closer!” A child’s voice had exclaimed, as she inched closer towards the suit…she held her hands out to reach for the head. “Closer..” The child’s voice had darkened, sounding almost demonic. As she grabbed the empty animatronic suit’s head, lifting it up- the child’s arm had reached out and grabbed her by the hair. “It’s me.” The voice snarled before Rowan had jumped out of her sleep in a cold sweat, panting heavily. Rowan looked around with wide fearful eyes, “What-..” She breathed out shakily, her eyes fluttering as she looked at the time. 12:07 AM. She wasn’t gonna be able to sleep..Not like this. Rowan rubbed her face stressfully as she took a deep breath, “What is going on..” Rowan muttered before freezing, as she came to a realization. She was quick to jump to her feet, “They-..They never found the bodies because they were looking in the wrong places..” Rowan told herself.

Rowan quickly ran to grab her landline, she looked through her phone book for Freddy’s Diner. Once she found a phone number, she quickly dialed the phone number. She waited for an answer but instead the line simply beeped, “Busy..?” Rowan whispered with furrowed brows, she tried to call again but to no avail. Rowan huffed in annoyance, biting her inner cheek as she looked at her shoes in thought. She should go check it out…Rowan ran to grab her rain jacket and her rain boots, she was dressed in her black joggers and a white t-shirt. She wasn’t worried about getting dressed into something respectable since no one would be seeing her. “They’re in the suits.” Rowan muttered, the situation was bittersweet..she most likely cracked the case yet-..the kids were still missing..and dead. Rowan grabbed her car keys and quickly ran outside into the rain, she needed to check in that suit before coming to any conclusions..she couldn’t make assumptions based off of a dream, but she could investigate because of a dream.

Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza. 12:30 AM.

Rowan made her way into the restaurant as she held onto her flashlight, the hood of her raincoat up and over her head. She had picked the lock to the front entrance before entering the building. Rowan knew exactly where she was gonna look first, she had to see for herself..was one of the children communicating with her in her dreams? Or was she simply just insane? She was going to find out. Rowan made her way further into the restaurant, holding her flashlight tightly in her grasp as she looked around curiously. “What’re you guys hiding?…” Rowan muttered to herself as she made her way towards the stage, perhaps she would look inside those animatronics first. She grabbed a footstool that was sitting in front of the stage and opened it, placing it in front of the Bonnie the Bunny animatronic. “You first,” Rowan muttered as she prepared herself to look into the suit before an amused voice cut her off guard. She stood on the footstool as she grabbed the head of the Bunny animatronic, freezing when she heard mechanical footsteps. Rowan looked to the corner of the diner, it was dark..but she saw glowing silver eyes looking back at her. The animatronic stepped out into the dim light, it was a yellow bunny…a haunting smile on its face.

“You couldn’t just leave it alone, could you?” The animatronic snarled at her, her brows pinched together in confusion. It could talk? Rowan was quick to step down from the footstool, she went to grab for her gun but..it wasn’t there. She must’ve forgotten it in her car. “Hey, don’t get any closer!” Rowan demanded, fear lacing her voice as she kept her distance. The Yellow Bunny cackled in amusement, “That’s cute…You shouldn’t have come back here. Stupid little girl.” It snarled in response as it continued to step closer to her which caused Rowan to tense as she glared at the animatronic. “Stay back!” Rowan commanded apprehensively, she took a step back but tripped over the footstool, falling onto her back with a pained groan which caused her flashlight to roll across the room. Rowan rolled onto her stomach as she got onto her hands and knees, crawling towards the flickering light of her flashlight. “This is going to be so much fun!” The Yellow Bunny snickered, excitement lacing his tone. Rowan screamed in fear when she felt a hand seize hold of her hair, yanking her back against her chest of the bunny suit. “They won’t find you either,” The Yellow Bunny sneered, he shoved her forward before kicking her across the face as hard as possible.

Rowan’s body rolled a few times after the harsh kick, she could hear ringing in her ears as her vision blurred. “W-..Wha..” Rowan breathed out heavily, trying to get the strength to sit up. She could hear a new voice, a feminine one. “Dad-..Please..if she-..” the voice was muffled as Rowan groaned in pain, reaching out for her flashlight. Rowan’s shaky hand grabbed it as she rolled onto her back with a huff, shining it in the direction of the new voice. “V-..Vanessa..?” Rowan breathed out, brows pinching together in confusion. “She knows you're involved now..really want to lose your job because of some bitch who couldn’t catch a hint?” The man in the Yellow Bunny suit growled at Vanessa who had bowed her head in defeat. “This is your mess, you should’ve kept her away.” The man growled, removing the Yellow Bunny animatronics head. “I’ll take care of it.” William had said with an amused expression as he looked down at Rowan, tilting his head to the side. Rowan’s brows pinched together as she looked up at William, “M-..Mr..Afton?” She groaned out, she could feel a warm liquid trickling out of her nose. “Don’t worry. It’ll all be over soon.” William cooed, grabbing Rowan by the hood of her jacket. “You really shouldn’t have come here.” He sighed out as if this was a chore for him. William dragged Rowan to the back rooms, the door closing behind them with an eerie creaking sound.

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[mandos-mind-trick]

Instinct - Part 3

Summary: Omegas were rare. Some even thought them extinct. So when Boba contacts Din saying he has a gift Din can’t refuse, the last thing he expects to find is an omega in need of an alpha. Din has to make the hard decision, but what else was he really doing anyways? But naturally, there’s more to this omega than meets the eye.

Pairing: Din Djarin x female!reader

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, torture, and trafficking; ABO dynamics, nightmares, rehashing some traumatic past events, some New Mandalorian bashing as well, probably fucking up the timeline but idc. 

A/N: Here’s the next part. May post part 4 today as well, we’ll see. 

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He’s dreaming again. A dream that constantly plagued him of late. He’s on the light cruiser, he can see them just ahead. He’s running but he can’t move fast enough. He can hear the cries, loud in his ears. He’s reaching, reaching but he’s not fast enough. He can’t make it on time. He’s too late. The lifeless body falls, just out of reach of him. That little face, those big eyes. 

No, it’s not him this time. The lifeless eyes staring up at him are smaller, lighter. It’s not the kid in his arms. It’s you. 

Din is woken from his nightmare as something nudges him. He reaches out, wrapping his hand around the foot passing over him, yanking it forward to make the person lose their balance. They hit the floor with a thud, the vibroblade in his hand quick to press against their neck as he hovers over them. 

“Wait!” 

He pauses at the sound of your voice. 

“It’s me. It’s Y/N.” 

He stares down at your terrified face for a moment, wakefulness slamming into him and he realizes what he’s done. He moves his hand, drawing back from you. 

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” You sit up, pulling your legs to your stomach to make yourself as small as possible. “I was just trying to go to Fennec.” 

“Why?” He asks, wincing at the harsh tone. 

“I need comfort.” There’s a subtle whine to your voice, your omega coming through. You’re shaking, he can see it in the moonlight. “I had a nightmare.” 

“Why go to her?” The true meaning of his question is obvious, and you don't miss it, even in your fearful state. 

“I trust her.” Your words bite at him a bit. “Why would I ask you when...when you don’t even want me?” He can hear the tears in your voice. He knows you’re referring to earlier that day. You’re quiet for a moment, breaths shaky. “Is it me?” 

The question is so quiet he almost doesn’t hear it. “What?” 

“Is it me? Is there something wrong with me? Do you-do you want to reject me?” 

The question nearly chokes him. He feels like he’s been stabbed in the chest, the knife turning and turning in his skin. He’d heard stories of alphas rejecting their omegas. It was painful, horribly painful, and both alpha and omega carried that pain until they died. They usually didn’t live long afterwards. Without their other half, knowing what they could have had...it was often too much to bear. 

“No.” The word is breathy, his chest constricting as he looks at your teary face. “No. I’m not-” He shifts onto his knees, taking a breath. You flinch, eyes darting to the vibroblade still in his hand. He drops it to the side, letting it hit the blanket with a quiet thud. “I’m not going to reject you. It’s not...It’s nothing you’ve done.” He sighs, the breath crackling through his helmet. “I’m...It’s me. I’m...complicated. I don’t have a clue what I’m doing.” 

“You think I do? I never got to learn this part. My home...Mandalore, it was all taken from me. By the civil wars, and then the Empire.” He tilts his head at you, his mind trying to process what you’re saying. “They never told you why omegas were so rare before? Why there were so few of us left?” 

“No.” 

You huff quietly, shaking for another reason now. He can scent the anger in the air, your brow furrowed. “Those progressives who pushed their new ways, the ones who didn’t wear the armor, the ones who claimed to lead Mandalore during the Clone Wars and after. They stopped awakening their alphas. They thought it archaic and barbaric, animalistic even, being controlled by some inner animal, forced to mate with someone who didn’t know better, someone whose entire life was built around serving someone else.” You sniffle, wiping the tears from your face. “They knew they couldn’t leave the omegas. If we’re not suppressed, we die without proper care. So they massacred them. Entire clans of omegas were wiped out simply because they didn’t want to have to deal with us.” 

It’s quiet for a moment, Din watching your face. Your head is lowered, eyes trained on a spot on the floor. 

“It’s what started the wars. Deep down, hidden on the surface. They wouldn’t admit to it, so they blamed it on something else. My father escaped one of the massacres. He watched his entire clan be slaughtered before help arrived. That’s when he met my mother.” A sad smile tugs at your lips. “She took him to the omega temple. One of the few places the progressives couldn’t reach. And they never would. The Empire would take care of that for them.” 

“I’m sorry.” He says, watching your face as it finally lifts. There’s a hardness in her eyes, a wall having risen. He can see it. A wall built out of necessity. “Your father was the omega?” 

You let out a quiet sound. “Yeah. There’s female Mandalorians, aren’t there?” 

You had a point. 

It’s quiet between you for a few moments, the air between you still churning with something unspoken. 

“I could be the last omega left.” You say, finally breaking the silence. 

Your words twist the knife deeper into his chest. You were right. The others that had escaped had disappeared. There was no way of knowing if there were any others still alive. He liked to think there were. That one of the other clans had one safely hidden away. That maybe one had been born since that day. Plenty of Mandalorian children had been born since. But two alphas couldn’t make an omega. Even the chances of an omega being born between an alpha and omega was small. 

But you were right. He was holding himself back selfishly. He had been so afraid of the truth, he hadn’t stopped to think of how you were feeling. What you would want. He couldn’t deny you. Soon your heat would start and he wouldn’t be able to control himself. He would take you whether either of you wanted it or not. He knows it’s a hard transition, leaving the nurturers behind. Even harder in your case, your parents death and then now facing the prospect of leaving the two that had saved your life and then had taken on that role for you even if they couldn’t understand it on a deeper level. 

And now he was here. An alpha being put in your path. A chance for you to live your life as you were meant to, and he was keeping you from that out of his own fear. It wasn’t fair to either of you. 

Your scent is strong. Fear, sadness, and anger swirling together in a thick fog. It’s a bitter scent, burning his nose and making his stomach churn. It was a warning. Don’t come closer. A warning to keep alphas away from volatile omegas. He pushes his discomfort aside, pushing past the barrier of warning as he crawls closer to you. He pauses right in front of you, reaching out to cup your face. 

He didn’t know when he took his gloves off. Your skin is wet from your tears, his thumbs brushing the dampness from your cheeks. Your eyes flutter closed, a shaky breath leaving you as his warm skin meets yours. His own alpha begins to settle, relaxing as he holds your face. Neither of you move, content to just sit there and breathe for a moment. 

Underneath the fear and the anger is the sweetness of your natural scent. What he had smelled in the throne room, the first time he saw you. He breathes it in again, getting a whiff of your pure scent, not muddled by anything else. There’s a soft floral undertone to it, mixed in with a gentle tang of citrus. It reminds him of a fruit he’d tried a long time ago. It’s intoxicating, his alpha rumbling in pleasure. 

He slides one of his hands to the back of your neck, cradling your head. It was something only to be done in times of crisis, he had been taught. When an omega was distressing, volatile, or unpredictable, a scruff from an alpha, or a nurturer, could calm the omega almost instantly. Of course, one had to get close enough to do so. 

It was a powerful move, one that could easily be abused in the wrong hands. It was the easiest way to get an omega to submit. An out of control alpha could force themselves on an omega with a simple move. It had happened before. His clan considered those who did so a disgrace. Alpha or not, scruffing an omega to control them was sick. 

He knows you won’t calm completely. There was too much between you, too many unknowns, too much unsaid. Too many emotions. You would feed off him, even if you weren’t bonded. So instead, he does it to relax you. To calm that raging fire inside you. He didn’t want your omega to get defensive. He wouldn’t fight back, but you would hurt herself if you tried. 

You let out a quiet sound as his hand closes around the back of your neck, your head falling back until it’s entirely held up by his hand. Your body relaxes, the tension leaving your shoulders. Your lips part as you let out a long breath, eyes fluttering. Relief, it almost feels like. He didn’t have to hold it for long, he didn’t want to. Just enough to get you to relax. 

Your hand shoots out before he can move, gripping his bicep. “Don’t let go.” You breathe, inhaling shaky. 

This was new to him. He had always heard omegas hated being scruffed. It left them feeling vulnerable, uneasy. An alpha had to be prepared to support an omega after. But an omega asking to have it done, for him to keep his hand there. This was new to him. But if it was what you needed, he couldn’t deny you. 

He holds your neck just a hair tighter, using his other hand to move you against his chest. He lays back in his pile of pillows and blankets, cradling you to his chest. He knows his beskar has to be uncomfortable for you, digging into your skin, but you offer no protest, completely limp and relaxed against him. He keeps you there, holding you as you slowly drift off to sleep again. 

He wakes as something nudges his side rather harshly. He grabs the ankle on the foot that’s kicking him, the other foot quickly jumping back to avoid getting taken out by him. 

“Knock me over again and I’ll give you a dent in that helmet to match Boba’s.” 

He shifts his head to look up at you. He’s holding your ankle, your bare foot having been what was hitting him. 

“Get up.” You say, moving your foot back as he releases it. 

You bend down, grabbing his hands, pulling him up into a seated position with surprising strength. You’re still pulling on him, trying to get him standing. 

“Okay, okay.” He says, pushing himself up to stand. “I’m up.” 

You brush past him, grabbing the blankets and pillows off the floor. He scans the room, finding it in complete disarray. He watches you as you start to meticulously place the blankets and pillows he’d been using on the bed. 

“It’s not right. None of it is right.” You say, fluffing the pillows. 

Your preheat must have been starting. He must have triggered it last night. You’re attempting to nest, attempting to rearrange the room to make it more comfortable. You push him towards the bed, attempting to shove him down onto it but he’s not budging. You take a couple steps back before ramming him with your shoulder, or at least try to. He stops you before you can hit him and hurt yourself, your eyes narrowing as they look up at him. 

“Stop.” He says, letting you go. “You’re going to hurt yourself. Just tell me what you need.” 

“You, bed.” You jab a finger into his breastplate before pointing it at the bed. He sits on the edge of the bed, watching you. “Stay.” 

You watch him for a moment, making sure he’s not going anywhere before turning, starting to rearrange your things. He watches you rearrange what you can, almost breaking his promise to stay when a droid opens the door to deliver food. You look ready to attack for a moment before you take the plates. You sit with her back to him so he can eat, not turning around until he tells you. 

You clean, wiping the sand and dust from every surface. You rearrange the bits of his things that he had brought into the room, putting them where you wants. He tries to keep track, but you’re moving so much he knows he’ll have to dig to find some of them later. 

You finish rearranging the rest of the room before crawling onto the bed. You move the blankets and pillows a few times, nudging him with your hip to get him to stand as you smooths out the blanket he had been sitting on. You crawl back towards the head of the bed before flopping down on your stomach, laying still. 

He watches you, watching the slow rise and fall of your back for a few minutes before he realizes you’re asleep. He pulls one of the blankets over you, not that you would really need it in the heat, but it made him feel better. He watches you for another minute before he’s leaving, heading down to the throne room. 

“You’re up late.” Boba says, greeting him. 

“She’s in preheat.” He says. “She’s building her nest.” 

“How long?” 

“Could be a couple days. Could be a week. It’s hard to say. The suppressants will have thrown off her cycle. She’s...aggressive.” 

“Can’t blame her.” Boba says. “Kid’s been through it.”

“We won’t be able to leave the room when she goes into heat. I’ll stock the room with food and water before it starts.” 

“I’ll have a droid stationed outside the door if you need anything.” 

“That’s a good idea. I will be...equally as aggressive over her. Droids probably won’t cause any sort of reaction.” 

“And after?” Boba looks at him. 

What was he going to do after her heat had passed? That was the question. He had spent time lying awake thinking of the answer.  

“I don’t know.”

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[just-dreaming-marvel]

The Bond Between Us ~ 73

THE BOND BETWEEN US MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 4,400ish

Summary: You join the team to destroy the shield generator on Endor.

Notes: I’m back! Sorry this took so long! Can’t wait for your reactions!

You walked through the main Rebel star cruiser with an extra pep in your step. No matter what happened, everything was going to work out the way it was supposed to, you could feel it. As you and Luke entered the war room with R2, General Madine was wondering if Han had his strike team assembled.

“Uh, my team’s ready,” Han answered. “But I don’t have a command crew for the shuttle.”

Chewie roared, raising his hairy paw.

“Well, it’s gonna be rough, pall. I didn’t want to speak for you.”

Chewie waved Han off with a growl.

Han smiled. “That’s one.”

“General,” Leia called from beside Han, “count me in.”

“I’m with you, too!” Luke shouted, coming down the stairs with a large smile.

“And I guess you’ll all need a babysitter, so I’m with you too,” you added.

Leia stood up and happily hugged Luke. Sensing a change in him, she pulled back and looked at him questioningly.

“What is it?” Leia asked.

Luke briefly looked at you before answering her, “Ask me again sometime.”

“Hey, kid,” Han smiled at you as he brought you in for a hug. “Miss me?”

You laughed as you hugged him back. “Always.” When he pulled away, he studied you. His brows and lips pinched together. “What is it?”

“There’s something different about you,” he noted.

“There is?”

“Something… lighter.”

“Well, I have been working hard to push that darkness out of me.”

“No, no, it’s more recent than that.” He snapped his fingers. “I’ve got it.” He put an arm around you and pulled you to the side. “You recently had sex, didn’t you?”

“Han!” You gasped, hitting his chest.

“Who is it? Is it Luke?”

“Oh, Maker, no! Definitely not!”

“I won’t judge.” 

“Han, please.”

“Just tell me.”

“You wouldn’t understand, so please leave it.”

“Fine, fine,” he held his hands up in surrender. “But I’m here whenever you’re ready to talk about it.”

“You need to prepare your team, General.”

“Of course, General.” He winked at you before leading you to where you could get ready for the mission.

~~~

There were so many feelings swirling within you as you sat down in the Imperial shuttle your group would be using to get down to Endor. You were seated behind Han’s pilot seat with chewy to the side of him and Luke to the side of you. 3PO and R2 were located behind you, those droids always were brought into the most dangerous of situations.

“You got her warmed?” Han asked as he came in and took his seat.

“Yeah, she’s comin’ up,” Luke answered.

Chewie growled a complaint.

“No,” Han responded. “I don’t think the Empire had Wookiees in mind when they designed her, Chewie.”

Leia came in and sat beside you, shooting you a brief smile. Chewie barked as he hit some switches on the control panel. You give her a smile back before looking forward. You notice Han staring out at the Millennium Falcon. Leia seemed to notice too. She leaned forward and nudged Han gently, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, are you awake?” She wondered.

“Yeah,” Han replied, “I just got a funny feeling. Like I’m not gonna see her again.”

It didn’t give you an ease to know that Han was also feeling a bit off about this mission. Leia gave him a tight lipped smile, patting his shoulder.

“Come on, General, let’s move,” she told him softly before sitting back down.

Han snapped back to life. “Right,” he said. “Chewie, let’s see what this piece of junk can do. Ready, everybody?”

“We’re all set,” you responded.

R2 beeped and you understood. He was saying ‘just like old times’ to 3PO. You huffed out a single chuckle at the droid.

“Here we go again,” 3PO said, never one to enjoy missions.

Han piloted the shuttle out of the main docking bay of the headquarters. He moved away enough to be able to engage the hyperdrive.

“Alright, hang on,” Han said before pushing the lever forward and you were off through space.

~~~

You ground your teeth as the shuttle came out of hyperspace and the construction of the new Death Star came into view. There was some traffic around it, due the ongoing construction. Two familiar presences could be felt by you as you neared the deflector shield that protected the new Death Star: Darth Vader and the Emperor.

“If they don’t go for this, we’re gonna have to get outta here pretty quick, Chewie,” Han warned.

Chewie growled in agreement.

“We have you on our screen now,” a controller said through the radio. “Please identify.”

“Shuttle Tydirium requesting deactivation of the deflector shield,” Han answered.

You did your beset to stay calm and watch your breathing, despite feeling those of the dark side. If you could feel them, it was more than likely that they could feel you. Anxiousness was never good, so you reached into the Force for peace. 

“Shuttle Tydirium, transmit the clearance code for shield passage,” the controller ordered.

“Transmission commencing,” Han replied.

“Now we find out if that code is worth the price we paid,” Leia commented.

“It’ll work. It’ll work.”

Chewie whined nervously. You looked over to see Luke staring at the huge Super Star Destroyer that loomed before you. You knew that he could sense Vader as well.

“Vader’s on that ship,” Luke stated.

“Now don’t get jittery, Luke,” Han said. “There are a lot of command ships. Keep your distance though, Chewie, but don’t look like you’re trying to keep your distance.” 

Chewie barked a question.

“I don’t know. Fly casual.”

“Y/N and I are endangering the mission,” Luke said, eyes still glued on the ship. “We shouldn’t have come.”

“It’s your imagination, kid. Come on. Let’s keep a little optimism here.”

“He’s right, Han,” you spoke up, feeling more uneasy with each passing second. “Is there an escape pod on the ship?”

“No, besides it would be too risky to release one right now.”

“Sister.”

Vader’s voice in your head caused you to gasp.

“Y/N,” Leia’s voice was full of concern as her hand came to rest on your knee, “are you alright?” 

Luke looked over at you, trying to use the Force to sense what was up.

“You should have stayed away,” Vader continued.

“Why do you care?” You felt Vader’s frustration grow as you spoke. “You won’t kill me. I know you won’t.”

“You know nothing.”

“Shuttle Tydirium, what is your cargo and destination?” The controller asked, breaking your connection with Vader.

“Parts and technical crew for the forest moon,” Han answered.

Tension filled the shuttle as you waited for clearance. You knew that if you did gain clearance, it would be a trap, but it would be worth it.

“They’re not goin’ for it, Chewie,” Han said, signaling Chewie to be prepared to get the shuttle out of there.

“Shuttle Tydirium, deactivation of the shield will commence immediately,” the controller said. “Follow your present course.”

Everyone but yourself and Luke breathed out a sigh of relief. You and Luke shared a worried look, knowing that it wouldn’t be easy when you got down to the moon.

“Okay! I told you it was gonna work,” Han said, trying to sound more confident than nervous. “No problem.”

~~~

The moon of Endor was definitely a forest. As you exited the shuttle, you thought about how it was surprising that you hadn’t been here when it felt like you had visited most of the other systems in the Galaxy due to the Clone Wars. You studied your surroundings, thinking of the Clone Wars… thinking of the friends and family you once had and how they would go about with this plan. You jumped slightly at the feeling of a hand on your shoulder. Looking over, you saw Han looking at you with worry.

“You alright, kid?” He asked.

You nodded. “I’m good,” you replied. “Just thinking.”

Han gave you a nod, knowing that now was not the time to question you more. He gave your shoulder a light squeeze before heading over to Leia and Chewie. You started following after them as they headed up a trail. Luke stepped into place beside you, while R2, 3PO, and the rest of the Rebel crew followed.

“Are you alright?” Luke asked.

“Like I told Han, I’m good,” you answered, slightly annoyed.

“What happened in there?”

“Vader happened.”

“Did he speak with you?”

“Yes. And it wasn’t exactly a good conversation.”

Luke sighed, shaking his head slightly. “I don’t think I can kill him, Y/N… he’s my father.” 

“I understand what you’re feeling.”

“Ben said that I had to, that I was the only hope besides Leia.”

You held your tongue, not waiting to get into the prophecy of the Chosen One while on a mission. Focusing a head, you noticed Han had stopped and was signaling for everyone to get down. Those behind you crouched down while you continued toward Han to see what was happening, your hand going to your lightsaber hooked to your hip.

“Oh, I told you it was dangerous here!” 3PO exclaimed as quiet as he was able.

Han, Leia, Luke, and yourself continued to the top of the hill before you hid behind some bushes and peered down. Not far below were two Imperial Scouts wandering through the bushes below. They had two rocket bikes parked nearby.

“Should we try and go around?” Leia asked.

“It’ll take time,” Han responded. “This whole party’ll be for nothing if they see us.”

Leia turned and motioned for the squad behind you to stay put as you began leading the way down the hill. Han, Luke, Leia, and Chewie quietly followed after you. You stopped at the edge of the clearing, not far from the two Imperial scouts.

“Chewie and I will take care of this,” Han said. ���You stay here.”

“Quietly,” Luke pressed, “there might be more of them out there.”

“Hey,” Han grinned, “it’s me.”

“That’s why he said it,” you muttered. 

The three of you watched as Han and Chewie headed through the bushes and towards the scouts. As Han snuck up behind one of the scouts, he stepped on a twig. The scout whirled around and smacked Han back into a tree.

“Go for help!” The scout shouted to his companion. “Go!”

“Great,” sarcasm dripped from Luke’s tone. “Come on.” Luke took Leia’s hand and pulled her up.

You used the Force to jump up into the air and do a flip. You grabbed the two lightsabers attached to your belt and ignited them before you landed.

The second scout jumped onto his speeder and took off. Chewie quickly took a shot from his crossbow weapon, causing the scout to crash into a tree as Han and the first scout get into a fistfight.

“Over there!” Leia called out. “Two more of them!” Then she went chasing after them.

“I see them!” Luke said. “Wait, Leia!”

You sighed, knowing that your niece and nephew were bound to get into trouble. You quickly moved toward the scout that Han was fighting with and ran your yellow blade through him.

“I had him,” Han panted.

“Sure you did,” you teased.

Han’s head snapped in the direction of Leia and Luke as he heard a speeder’s engine roar and the twins take off. “Hey, wait!”

“It’s too late,” you shook your head. “They can handle themselves.”

“Do you know them?”

“I knew their parents. Trust me, they will figure it out.” You turned off the sabers and placed them back on your belt. “Come on. We’ll wait with the rest of the squad. R2 can use his radar to sense them coming.”

~~~

The anxiousness was rolling off Han and Chewie in waves. You had found yourself a large tree to lean against and began to meditate, trying to keep a level head. R2 was scanning the forest when he beeped at 3PO.

“Oh, General Solo, General L/N, somebody’s coming,” 3PO announced.

Chewie growled as the group hid behind the trees, prepared to attack if necessary. You hand’t moved from your spot, able to sense that it was Luke before he ran into the clearing.

“Luke!” Han exclaimed with a small smile, that quickly dropped when he realized that he was alone. “Where’ s Leia?”

“What? She didn’t come back?” Luke questioned in concern.

“I thought she was with you.”

“We got separated. Hey, we better go look for her.”

Han turned and pointed to a Rebel officer. “Take the squad ahead. We’ll meet at the shield generator at 0300.” The Rebel officer nodded, turning back to the rest of the squad.

“Leia is fine,” you stated calmly as you walked over to them. “I can sense her.”

“We still need to find her,” Han said, his voice getting desperate. 

“Come on, R2,” Luke said. “We’ll need your scanners.”

R2 beeped in response as you, Luke, Han, and Chewie started jogging away.

“Don’t worry, Master Luke!” 3PO said as he followed as fast as he could. “We know what to do!”

You led the way, using the Force as your guide.

~~~

In an eerie, foreboding throne room on the Death Star, Darth Vader exited the elevator. Two red Imperial Guards stood near the doors, protecting the Emperor who sat on his throne. Darth Vader further entered the room, going up the stairs to be on the same level as the Emperor. The Emperor’s throne was turned as he stared out of the large windows.

“I told you to remain on the command ship,” the Emperor was clearly unhappy with his apprentice. 

“A small Rebel force has penetrated the shield and landed on Endor,” Vader informed.

The Emperor’s chair turned so that he could face Vader. “Yes, I know.”

“My son and sister are with them.”

“Are you sure?”

“I have felt them, my Master.”

“Strange that I have not. I wonder if your feelings on this matter are clear, Lord Vader.”

“They are clear, my Master.”

“Then you must go to the sanctuary moon and wait for them.”

“They will come to me?” Vader was skeptical that you and Luke would just turn yourselves in.

“I have foreseen it. Their compassion for you will be their undoing. Your son and Y/N will come to you and then you will bring them before me.”

Vader bowed. “As you wish.”

~~~

The Force led you to a clearing, where your small group spread out to see if you could find anything. 

“Luke! Y/N!” Han called.

The two of you ran toward Han. You see that he has found the charred wreckage of a speeder bike in the grass.

“There’s two more wrecked speeders back there,” you added.

“And I found this,” Luke said, tossing a helmet to Han. Leia’s helmet.

“I’m afraid that R2’s sensors can find no trace of Princess Leia,” 3PO informed.

“I hope she’s alright,” Han said, more concern in his voice for her than you had every heard.

“She is,” you tried to comfort. “Trust me. We will find her.”

Suddenly, Chewie growled. He sniffed the air before barking and rushing through the forest.

“What, Chewie?” Han shouted as your group following after him. “What? Chewie!”

You found Chewie starting at a tall stake that his planted in the ground, with a dead animal hanging from it. Chewie growled.

“Hey, I don’t get it,” Han said. Chewie roared. “Nah, it’s just a dead animal, Chewie.”

Not being able to resist, Chewie reached toward the meat.

“Chewie, wait!” Luke shouted. “Don’t!”

It was too late. Chewie pulled the animal from the stake, springing a trap. Before you knew it, your small group were all squished together in a hanging net.

“Nice work,” Han said sarcastically. “Great, Chewie! Great! Always thinking with your stomach.”

“Will you take it easy?” Luke exclaimed. “Let’s just figure out a way to get out of this.” He tried to free one of this arms. “Han, can you reach my lightsaber?”

“Yeah, sure,” Han tried reaching over.

You sighed, annoyed at all this. You were thankfully able to reach Obi-Wan’s lightsaber. You took it out, ignited it, and quickly sliced through the net, causing your group to crash down on the ground. When you sat up, you realized that your were surrounded by dozens of Ewoks, many brandishing long spears. The Ewoks closed in, not giving you any space to move. As Han tried to sit up further, one of the longer Ewoks shoved his spear in the man’s face.

“Hey!” Han exclaimed, pushing the spear to the side. “Point that thing someplace else.” The spear returns to point at Han’s face, causing him to grab the spear and his gun. “Hey!”

“Han, don’t,” Luke said, grabbing onto his friends wrist. “It’ll be alright.” He briefly made eye contact with you to see if you were getting a similar feeling. You gave him a nod. “Chewie, give ‘em your crossbow.”

Suddenly, 3PO sat up, clearly rattled. “Oh, my head. Oh, my goodness!”

Upon seeing the golden droid, the Ewoks gasp and begin to chatter among themselves. They start chanting and bowing toward 3PO. You couldn’t help but chuckle. 3PO spoke to them in their native language.

“Do you understand anything they’re saying?” Luke asked the droid.

“Oh, yes, Master Luke!” 3PO answered. “Remember that I am fluent in over six million forms of comm—“

“What are you telling them?” Han interrupted. 

“Hello, I think… I could be mistaken. They’re using a very primitive dialect. But I do believe they think I am some sort of god.”

“Well, why don’t you use your divine influence and get us out of this?”

“I beg your pardon, General Solo, but that just wouldn’t be proper.”

“Proper?!”

“It’s against my programming to impersonate a deity.”

Han moved toward 3PO threateningly. “Why, you—“

Quickly, several Ewoks thrust their spears in Han’s face. 

“My mistake,” Han quickly fixed. “He’s an old friend of mine.”

~~~

Before you knew it, you hands were bound and you were being pulled along by a couple of Ewoks. 3PO had been placed on a chair and was being carried in the front of the pack, with R2 being tied up and carried behind him. You were in the back, able to see that Chewie, Luke, and Han had been tied to long poles by their hands and feet and were being carried.

Your group was taken up into large trees, were the Ewoks clearly lived. In a large gathering area, Luke, Han and Chewie were set down. Han was placed over a large mound of rocks, where it was clear to you that a fire would be build. 3PO’s chair was placed so that he could see the area, watching over like the god they believed him to be. You were pushed toward one of the large tree branches and tied to it.

“I have a really bad feeling about this,” Han admitted.

Three Ewoks went up to 3PO, each of them examining a lightsaber that they had stripped from you and Luke. 3PO holds a conversation with them as firewood is placed under Han.

“What did he say?” Han asked 3PO.

“I’m rather embarrassed, General Solo,” 3PO admitted, “but it appears you are to be the main course at a banquet in my honor.”

You couldn’t help but let out a laugh, earning a glare from Han. Chewie growled in concern. Scanning the room, you see Leia emerge. Her outfit had changed but she was clearly alright, like you had sensed. 

“Leia!” Han and Luke both exclaimed. 

Leia tried to move toward them, but a group of Ewoks blocked her with their spears.

“Your Royal Highness,” 3PO greeted.

Leia looked at the Ewoks and sighed. “But these are my friends,” she tried to tell them. “3PO, tell them they must be set free.”

3PO turned and talked to the Ewoks beside him. One of them gestures towards you prisoners and barks orders. More wood gets piled under Han.

“Somehow, I got the feeling that didn’t help us very much,” Han grumbled.

“3PO, tell them if they don’t do as you wish, you’ll become angry and use your magic,” suggested Luke. You knew what he was getting at.

“But Master Luke, what magic?” 3PO questioned. “I couldn’t possibly—“

“Just tell them.”

3PO spoke with the Ewoks. You and Luke could both sense that it wasn’t going well. You watched as Luke closed his eyes and began to concentrate.

“You see, Master Luke,” 3PO said, “they didn’t believe me. Just as I said they wouldn’t.” Suddenly, 3PO’s throne rose from the ground. “Wha—wha—what’s happening?! Oh! Oh, dear! Oh!” The Ewoks fall back in terror from the floating throne. “Put me down! Help! Master Luke! R2! General L/N! Somebody, somebody, help! Master Luke, R2! R2, quickly! Do something, somebody! Oh! Oh!”

Quickly, the orders were given to untie you all. Leia rushed for Han, who lifted her up and met her with a kiss. You smiled softly at the sight. Luke set 3PO and his throne back down.

“Thanks, 3PO,” Luke said, slightly joking.

“I never knew I had it in me,” 3PO said, still shaken.

~~~

The Ewoks surrounded 3PO and R2 as 3PO told a story of one of their adventures. You were leaning up against a tree in the back, wishing that 3PO hadn’t had it memory wiped and could remember all of his adventures. After he had finished the story, the Ewoks chatted amongst themselves.

“What’s going on?” Han asked quietly.

“I don’t know,” Leia answered. The two were sitting together, holding hands.

Even through all the joy in the room, you could feel the darkness looming suddenly. You knew Vader was on Endor. And with a glance in Luke’s direction, you knew that he could feel it too.

“Wonderful!” 3PO exclaimed. “We are now a part of the tribe!”

You slipped out of the room before any Ewoks good happily embrace you. You would over to one of the bridges and stood there, looking over the view. The task ahead was daunting, and you didn’t feel prepared to do it. Luke had slipped out behind you and was now at your side. 

“Luke, Y/N?” Leia questioned as she came up to the two of you. “What’s wrong?”

Luke turned and stared at Leia for a long moment. “Leia… do you remember your mother?” You closed your eyes, no prepared for this conversation. “Your real mother?”

“Just a little bit,” Leia admitted. “She died when I was very young.”

“What do you remember?”

“Just… images, really. Feelings.”

“Tell me.”

“She was very beautiful. Kind, but… sad… I remember being in her arms.” Tears pricked your eyes as you realized that she wasn’t remembering her mother, she was remembering you. “Why are you asking me all this?”

Luke looked away. “I have no memory of my mother. I never knew her.”

“Luke, tell me. What’s troubling you?”

“Vader is here, now, on this moon.”

“How do you know?”

“I felt his presence. He’s come for me. He can feel when I’m near. that’s why I have to go.” Luke turned back to face Leia. “As long as I stay, I’m endangering the group and our mission here. I have to face him.”

You turned to face the twins. “We have to face him,” you corrected.

“Why?” Leia asked, distraught and confused.

“He’s my father,” Luke admitted.

“Your father?” Leia looked to you for confirmation, you nodded.

“There’s more. It won’t be easy for you to hear it, but you must. If Y/N and I don’t make it back, you’re the only hope for the Alliance.”

Leia moved away slightly. “Luke, don’t talk that way. You and Y/N have a power  I—I don’t understand and could never have.”

“Leia, you have that power too,” you told her softly.

“In time you’ll learn to use it as I have,” Luke continued. “The Force is strong in my family. My father has it… My aunt has it,” his eyes flicked toward you, causing Leia’s eyes to widen slightly, “I have it… and… my sister has it… Yes. It’s you, Leia.”

“I know…” Leia breathed out. “Somehow, I’ve always know. Just as I’ve know that Y/N was my aunt.”

“It was the Force,” you told her. “Leia… it was the Force that kept those feelings of your mother with you. But that wasn’t your mother you were remembering, that was me. Padme, your mother, never got to hold you.”

“Padme? As in Senator Padme Amidala of Naboo.”

“Yes. She was your mother. But I was the person the medical droid gave you to at birth. Your mother died not long after.”

Leia looked away, tears collecting in her eyes.

“Leia,” Luke called her name, though she paid him know mind. “You know why we have to face him.”

“No!” Leia responded, shaking her head. “You both run away, far away. If he can feel your presence, then leave this place. I wish I could go with you.”

“No, you don’t… you’ve always been strong.”

“But, why much you both confront him?”

“Because… there is good in him. I’ve felt it. Y/N has felt it. He won’t turn us over to the Emperor. We can save him. We can turn him back to the good side. We have to try.”

You watch as the twins embrace for the first time as brother and sister. Leia holds back tears as Luke slowly lets her go and moves away. You look at her, seeing so much of her parents in her.

“I know that you are hurt that I’ve kept so much from you,” you quietly said. “Luke is too. But I promise that after this—if we survive this—I will tell you what happened. The truth about our past.”

Leia nodded, bringing you in for a hug. “Take care of each other,” she whispered.

You hugged her back. “Always.” 

As you pulled away, you noticed Han coming towards the two of you. You knew that Han been there for a minute, probably completely confused. You shot him a smile before following after Luke.

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[automotivealchemy]

Ford Taurus Police Interceptor Supercharged V8 Sedan Concept

As mentioned in an earlier post, in this scenario it would be the limited Supercharged V8 model of the Taurus police cruiser that is solely meant for high speed pursuits. With intuitive smart drive delivery system, it delivers power to all four wheels independently for a balance of power and agility. With it's extreme weight reduction, this would be lighter then the normal cruisers, as it's sole purpose is to disable a runaway driver.

#autos #cars #automotive #classic car #sedan #ford #ford taurus #ford interceptor #ford police #law enforcement #police vehicle #concept car

[kettlequills]

Kiss #47 for pitch black/sandman

kiss 47: "I've had a terrible day at work, so just kiss me."

It is an eternal night in space when Sandy calls him on the deck of a vast star-liner ship bound for Earth. Pitch seeps up like an oil-leak in a water-tank, glossily viscous, painting over the sterile walls in veridian, indigo, scarlet, all the colours of the darkness, toys the cruiser between the raking teeth of his fingernails like he’s planning to swallow it whole, Dreamer and all.

The little ship is just close enough to Earth that he can reach it, but his chest aches a little around an old, cold lance, reminding him not to push it. It’s a show, nothing more. He hasn’t been the Nightmare King for centuries, millennia, long enough for the humans to crash to Earth from the stars and slowly return there.

Wherever they go, they bring their dreams with them. Their fears, however, stay sowed in the soils where they are born, until their ships venture close enough for a nightmare or two to slip through.

“Long day at work?” Pitch asks facetiously; after all, there haven’t been anything like days for a long time in the depths of space. But whenever they are apart, it is day, and when they come together, it is night; there is no need for such busybodies as suns to get involved. Somewhere, a sleeping child shivers, the rollercoaster he rides in his sleep teeters and groans, he screams in delicious anticipation of the plummeting fall.

Sandy’s cheeks are crusted with constellations these days, and when he smiles it’s with the wattage of a dying sun going supernova. He holds up his tiny, pudgy hands towards the trailers of darkness like a child marvelling at streamers, gasping in silent delight when the cold shadows stutter and blush silver-gold-pewter-blue at his touch. Curlicues of light lap up the hems of Pitch’s robes, where inky-darkness melts into moonlight-skinned flesh marked with the imprints of old celestial burn scars.

“I missed you,” Sandy signs, one chubby finger over his lips; obligingly, Pitch lowers his slithering voice to a spidery skittering.

“It’s been just terrible since you’ve been gone,” he promises, in a chilling whisper, “Generations of children raised with nothing but pure fear of the dark. I’ve been working very hard.”

Sandy laughs. It is a sound without sound, the itching of sand behind the ear, the memory of the softness of a golden retriever’s fur, the plush warmth of a cosy bed, the taste of apple-pie. Pitch’s teeth gleam as he bites into it, ripe and willing as a fresh peach, and eats it whole in one convulsive shudder; inside the dark sand that dusts the eyelids of Earth’s sleepers, the comforts of home whisper a fresh breeze through a thousand illusory autumnal woods as slowly the black trees sprout gold leaves. A sleeping man curled up restlessly in the dank shelter of an underpass smiles.

“I believe you,” he says, an impish smile on a cherubic face, a body small and soft lighter than air as he floats up, space-walking with no tether but Pitch’s crepuscular hooks in the deck like the arching ribs of a cage, “Can you believe that not one of these sailors have known a drop of caution, not one breath of terror?”

“Nothing but sickening-sweet dreams, all the way? How disgusting,” Pitch remarks, and catches Sandy in one gaunt, glitter-taloned hand. Sandy golden as summer wheat blushes the pale violet of dusk as he is reeled into Pitch’s narrow, cavernous chest.

His small hands are hot as solarflares on Pitch’s comet-cold cheeks. His eyes drip warm honey, his hair tickles like prickling steam from a comfortable mug of cinnamon-spiced chocolate, his plush lips part like the sweet thighs of an angelic lover, all softness and heat within.

“What kind of benevolent Guardian am I? I simply must kiss away your terrible day,” teases Sandy.

“Oh, you must,” Pitch agrees, and bends forward to let him do exactly that.

#blacksand #blacksandship #rotg #pitch black #sanderson mansnoozie #sandy #rise of the guardians #inkwrites

[onedayanauthor]

Okay, come on a little journey with me......

what if Romero and Jackson were actually undercover FBI informants?

The were both born into crime families of some kind. They were both super smart, but when you've got family who are criminals, you will always be seen as a criminal too regardless of who you are/want to be. You get labeled immediately, so it's easier to just be who they think or say you are. Also, they had pressure from their families to commit to the family legacy and lifestyle. But somewhere along the line, the two agreed that shit sucked and that if they were given the option to get out, they would take it. Meanwhile, they are committing to the bit. Doing pretty crimes, making a name for themselves.

At some point, they get caught by the police. (Maybe when they're youngish teenagers when they can still "turn their life around") It's a one in a million chance, but somehow there's an officer who recognizes how brilliant they are and knows someone who knows someone who is an FBI agent. This agent comes in and is like "you can't be an FBI agent, but you guys are lucky because you are smart and you are in just the right circles of crime that we currently need, so I'll make you a deal. Help me bring down a crime boss and your records will be wiped, you will be given new identities and a new place to live, and you will be allowed to live your life how you please."

Jackson and Romero agree. They promised that they would take any out possible and they know this is their best option.

So they go deep cover. They get released from that county jail and immediately start building up their reputation. Romero uses his sister's connection to a man named The Butcher to build their reputation even higher. Do they have to do crimes sometimes? Yes. Do they have to kill people sometimes? Yes. They try to only kill when necessary and only when it will actually help their reputation. It's never for sadistic reasons. Not like Lola. They finally get to the top, Nathan Wesninski.

And they help get him put away... but they didn't have enough to charge him with anything longer than 2 years, so Jackson and Romero are stuck in the crime world for at least a little while longer.

Then Nathan's 2 years are up and he gets out. And suddenly Romero and Jackaon see an opportunity. Nathan's sights are set on his son, so Romero and Jackson use this tunnel vision to begin setting up a trap with the FBI. But they have to be careful and they have to go slow because this really might be the only chance and if Romero and Jackson get caught... well... they've seen firsthand what Lola can do with a knife and they know exactly what sounds a human makes when cut by the cleaver.

So the watch and wait and plan with the FBI.

Then the moment comes. Do Romero and Jackson want to hurt a kid? No. But right now, that kid is the bait for a trap that will free them. So in the grand scheme of things, hurting one last kid is worth it.

They don't have to do much anyway besides manhandle the kid. And hand Lola the dashboard lighter. (Romero ends up having to use the lighter once. But he puts it in the same spot on the kid's face as Lola already did in hopes that the nerves are already burned and it won't hurt as much... his guess was wrong.)

Everything is easy from there. They initially left the stadium in a highway patrol car and then stopped to swap to a Cadillac. At this swap, Jackson was left with the pateol car and Romero and Lola continued on. Jackson was immediately picked up by the FBI. They took the highway patrol car and crash it. One faked death down. One to go.

Romero drove Lola and the kid to the next stop: a local police cruiser. Romero helped the officers get Neil from the Cadillac to the cruiser. Then he was left with Cadillac while they drove away. The FBI pick Romero up too. They stage a "drug deal gone wrong shootout" and now no one should come looking for Jackson or Romero.

They had to wait until it was official--that the Butcher of Baltimore was dead; that his inner circle was either dead (themselves included) or captured; that the feds had gotten plenty of info from the Butcher son--and then finally, Jackson and Romero were free. They were given new names, given new IDs, and a new place to live. Then they were free.

#romero malcolm #jackson plank #aftg #all for the game #jamero #au where jamero is canon #au where jamero are actually FBI informants

[arc-77]

// As elaborated on in my previous post, Fordo does not command any truly large ships or a fleet suited for space combat, and that is unlikely to change. His expertise is on the ground, not on the bridge. But this is Star Wars and giant starships are cool as hell and I'm obsessed, so here's a few capital ships he'd be inclined to command if things were different.

Slightly smaller than the standard Imperial Star Destroyer, the Procursator-class Star Destroyer was a 1200 meter long design comparable in size to the Venator-Class. Its main battery consisted of three triple-barreled heavy turbolaser turrets mounted midship, providing it exceptional field of fire, but its total hangar space was very modest. Fordo favored the Procursator over the ISD as it was faster and more maneuverable, and thus made for an adept frontline skirmisher to the ISD's brawler.

The Fulgor-class Pursuit Frigate stands not far behind for very similar reasons. This 600 meter long heavy frigate's main battery was a pair of twin-barreled heavy turbolasers, as well as a pair of ball-mounted ion cannons on its flanks. As the name suggests, its primary role was to chase down lighter frigates, corvettes, and blockade runners utilizing the exceptional speed granted by its outsized engines. Fordo would be very fond of these, especially in the early years of the war before Mon Calamari Cruisers were prevalent.

The Gladiator-class Star Frigate was another 600 meter long design, intended as an escort carrier to accompany the Victory-Class. It was quickly repurposed back into a long-range patrol vessel, essentially serving as an extra-light Star Destroyer for system pacification duties. Its main armament was six twin-barreled light turbolaser turrets, a torpedo/concussion missile battery, and it had ample hangar space. Fordo would utilize these more in line with their original role, serving as frontline combat carriers escorting larger ships that lacked hangar space.

The Lancer-class Light Frigate, measuring at only 250 meters long, was a capital ship designed for an incredibly rare role in the Imperial Navy: dedicated starfighter screening. It utilized a plethora of quad point defense laser cannons to dice apart incoming starfighters through volume of fire. Though it could be retrofitted with a few light turbolasers, it was best suited for escorting larger ships rather than engaging them. Given the Rebel Alliance's effective usage of starfighters, Fordo wants his fleet to have as many point-defense weapons as he can get his hands on.

The Secutor-class Star Destroyer was a late Clone Wars era battlecarrier, first entering service shortly after the war. Measuring 2200 meters in length, it featured the same iconic twin-bridge conning tower as on the Venator-class, utilizing one for ship operations and the other for starfighter operations. For years, the Secutor-class would hold the title of the Empire's largest dedicated starfighter carrier. I'm not gonna list all the turbolasers and such, but there were a lot of them, many of which being the same DBY-827 heavy turbolaser turrets as on the Venator-class. A Secutor would serve as the command ship at the very core of Fordo's fleet as the anchor around which all the other ships pivot in an engagement. This is the largest ship he could feasibly receive command of, in my opinion.

Although the Bellator-class Star Dreadnought was perhaps the smallest of the Empire's Super Star Destroyers, the 7200 meter long behemoth of a ship was still one of the largest in the entire galaxy. Considered a "fast dreadnought", the sleek Bellator exchanged the sheer bulk and firepower of its bigger sisters for greater speed and maneuverability, and it still outgunned everything the Empire would ever face. If Fordo ever commanded a Super Star Destroyer, it would be one of these. There simply doesn't need to be any ships larger than this. Please stop building them. Palpatine please it's a waste of resources, the regular ISD is already too big.

#ooc #muse info #Ansel Hsiao I owe you my life

[theprissythumbelina]

I would be very, very happy to help you work out the unit orders of battle for your various factions and militaries :) [Hell, that topic's supposed to be the 2nd AAA Issue subject, so I should get some practice!]

Though we'll have to put a pin in that for now, since I'm trying to stick to your naval stuff. Consider this your personal WbW Ask, then; In rough terms, how large is the Espalan Navy, what types of ships does have / would like to have, and how would they be organised for the two pronged operations we discussed last time?

Hold on I gotta go look up a bunch of stuff to answer this.

*58.6 tabs later*

So, Espala has a fully modernized navy with (at the start of the war) 28 capital battleships, 39 cruisers, 54 destroyers, and many gunboats in the rivers and along the coasts, with more of each in production.

As a fully Imperial nation, Espala has a strict hierarchy that extends to the military. High-ranking officers are almost invariably members of the aristocracy, if not members of the royal family itself. Leonidas Castonzo Juan de Aquilare is the Grand Admiral of the Espalan Royal Fleet, and the Queen's grandnephew. He leads the main fleet, while a smaller and lighter portion of the fleet was to be sent through the strait of Hadria, consisting primarily of cruisers and destroyers with six capital ships to serve as floating blockades. This portion of the fleet was to be headed by his younger cousin, Admiral Katarine Castonzo Lavinia da Fonsicca.

This is a really short answer but considering I had no idea how to answer when I first got this ask, I think I did ok?

#wip mortal sparks #worldbuilding #asks #they've all got romanesque names for *reasons #I'm not going to get into the whole naming conventions of a world that never got over its roman revival times #I made a whole calendar about it shush

[battlekilt]

More adventures in: Yes, I'm turning that into a fic. I need a lighter AU to retreat into when the bigger one requires a break. Since baby Clones refill my spoons...

I'm vibrating because I just wrote Plo luring a baby Wolffe out of an oven with a cupcake.

I'm also writing Cody being an absolute terror to Obi-Wan. Not quite sure how Obi-Wan is finally going to catch his Miniature Marshal...

But I do like the Admiral OC I randomly created. He has major "Practical Grandfather" energy. Ah, the drawbacks of tossing a filler character, that as you write them, turn into... A Character.

Now I'm developing this backstory about Cody and the Admiral.

Background: Cody is an army man. He doesn't really understand how the navy does... Anything. So, when he first got his post in the 3rd, he began twice-weekly breakfasts with the Admiral to learn. First, it was just supposed to be about the cruiser. Then it became Naval procedures. Eventually, it just became about the sailors, their traditions, how they are similar... and how they are so, so very different. Obi-Wan might have competition for who gets to keep the Little Commander.

How to capture a bunch of baby Clones scurrying around in a Republic Navy Cruiser? He increased the gravity just a little to wear them out.

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“—I have adjusted ship’s environmentals—temperatures and gravity, but thinned the air a little,” a voice from behind Obi-Wan drawled.

Spun on the heels of his boots, Obi-Wan let his arms gracelessly swing from the momentum until they came to their own stop. He sighed deeply in a desperate bid to cool his lungs, then “Is that… one reason why we’re sweating so much?”

With more composure than Obi-Wan felt he could manage right now, Forsil elegantly draped his folded woolen jacket over his arm and eyed the Jedi General.

“General Kenobi, the Clones don’t like to be cold," Forsil said with a frown.

Obi-Wan frowned—he didn't know that.

He chuffed and shook his head. "That’s one of reasons why they wear those black undergarments of theirs so much. Now they are toddlers—naked toddlers, running around a very large Naval starcruiser,” Forsil said, grumbled, and then straightened his spine, “I do listen to them… sir.”

“But, Admiral, why did you increase the gravity?” Asked a painfully young Ensign.

Once he could address such a young officer, Forsil had to look away to keep from being caught softening his face when he answered, “Heavy gravity tires their little muscles out quicker.”

The shorter Lieutenant asked with concern again, “Sir… the thin air? That won’t…” They all knew what he implied.

Forsil offered a rather fatherly smile pulled thin across his face and shook his head, “Oh no, won’t hurt them. I didn't thin it that much—I'm not barbaric. I grew up on a frigate with my brothers, sisters… and many, many cousins, and often… caused problems. Works on the rats the same way it did on us kids.”

#kilt's writing #au: little troopers #bucket's writing

[lonestarbattleship]

Fire Control: Directors, Part II

"Directors differed from rangefinders in their calculation capacity - instead of just measuring range to a target, they could measure the angle of deflection (how much to aim ahead of a target), inclination (target angle relative to own ship), and bearing (location relative to own ship). This resulted in the data turrets needed - deflection and elevation. Some directors could even cancel ship motion through the use of gyroscope stabilization. Since directors were substantially lighter than a turret, these remote gunsights could be mounted higher and remain on target more easily - thereby producing the most current targeting data.

Early directors were often added to ships post-construction and as a result were paired with existing rangefinders. Often they were covered or enclosed, with the gunsight itself rotating WITHIN its housing and viewing the target through opened ports on the housing (as in this view of a US main battery director in the fighting top of USS Oklahoma (BB-37). This lack of external rotating machinery kept weight down and contributed to their placement high aloft. Later directors, and some early low-mounted units, featured rotating housing for protection and better view.

The high-mounted rangefinders of WWI had substantial appearance differences to the later WWII versions - in the case of the US, directors were simply housed in their mastheads, and rotated by the operators within the fixed cupola that projected above the fighting tops. Secondary directors would be housed in lower levels of the fighting tops, basically splitting the field of vision into 180° halves. By the 1930s, independently rotating directors complete with integrated rangefinders protruding from the sides were becoming common above destroyer and cruiser bridges, and ultimately migrated to the tops of superstructure towers, specifically designed to bear the increased weight, on battleships."

For more detail, subscribe via https://www.patreon.com/hazegreyhistory. Caption is exclusive to Haze Grey History Facebook page (link) and was shared with the permission of Evan Dwyer. Click this link to read more of his works. Photo is public domain via NHHC, photo NH 93502, cropped for detail. The cupola at top holds the main battery director sight.

#Fire Control #Fire Control Series #long post #Haze Grey History #USS Oklahoma (BB-37) #USS Oklahoma #Nevada Class #Battleship #Dreadnought #warship #ship #boat #my post

[dadbodfanatic-x]

Paper Rings ;

Jim Hopper x Original Female Character

A/n: I just want to say that I’m sorry, I’ve tried previously to write stories where I don’t describe the reader or give any traits because I know how frustrating that can be but unfortunately I just can’t write a story without fully picturing every detail while I’m letting dinner burn. Im also on mobile so I know that’s atrocious too but it’s all I’ve got.

A lot of your memories have seeped their way into his head like the first winter wind finds its way past a jacket, they’ve intertwined themselves into his brain like vines taking over an old abandoned building and somehow making it even more beautiful than it once was. If you asked him though he would never admit that he thinks you might be the reason he drinks less at night, when all his memories fade back into view as soon as he crosses the barrier into his home he isn’t always hit with enormous guilt over his daughter. Sometimes he can get by with a lighter elephant on his chest just this once.

Tonight, when Hopper sits down on his couch for the first time in what feels like days and let’s out a puff of cigarette smoke into the already stagnant air he watches the smoke dance up into the rafters and he thinks about the first conversation he ever had about you….

“Why the hell do I need a forensic analysist in Hawkins?” He gruffed out, annoyed already that this was the bullshit reason the mayor pulled him down here so damn early.

“Because Jim, she’s the top of her class. She’s a valedictorian and hopefully in a few short months when she gives her nice big speech to her classmates and their families she’s so damn smitten she brings up Hawkins and maybe we can get back on the damn map. Maybe we can get some funding from the state so we can actually function as a proper town” The mayor stood up from his desk and walked around, now directly in front of hopper he taps his knuckles on the old oak top and says “she’s got family ties here and we could use the help Jim. Now, I’ve let you drink yourself stupid in front of my whole town and stick your dick in anything with a skirt all while wearing your damn badge. I’m telling you that you’re gonna do me this sold, right chief?”

All hopper could manage was a groan as he stood up and gathered his hat off the table. He turned on his heels to exit the mayors office when he heard a faint “she’ll be at the station at 4!”

He sat outside the station behind the wheel of his old blazer and dug his palms into his eyes. He could deal with the local cat ladies calling every damn day, He could deal with all the kids causing mayhem all the fucking time but this, this political bullshit really chapped his ass. He slammed the door to his blazer and mumbled something under his breath about how she better bring in all this money so he can get a new cruiser and stomped himself all the way inside.

“Flo can you grab everyone? The mayor has some college kid coming down here to bust my balls for the next few months and I guess I have to introduce…” he looks down at his watch “her LATE ass”

Flo just laughs and steps off to the side as you waltz into his line of sight and out of a mirage of his officers standing around doing fuck all, you let off a loud laugh with a wide smile that highlights the way your freckles huddle around your one dimple. Hopper almost sucks in a breath at how ethereal you look before he watches you fully turn and face him and that smile drops completely.

“Hi, I’m Nora Beckett and my ass has been planted at that desk for the last 20 minutes waiting on you thanks” and she sticks out her hand…

Hopper groans at the elevated giggle that leaves Flo’s lips.

#jim hopper fanfic #jim hopper #stranger things #jim hopper smut #eventual romance #paper rings #part 1