#malika the assistant

[malika-carnelian]

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🛠 ├ Role with → @loyal-logik

🛠 ├ Timeline → After the conflict

🛠├ Location: Autobot's basement

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├ 10:30 ┤

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« He will arrive shortly. »

A simple sentence suspended between one light breath after another, the worried look of one who knew that a task like the one recently assigned was far beyond the standards for such a young ally.

« Are you sure you want to do it? You still have time to refuse, Malika. » – the look of the other who kept her company in that adventure for a long time now... someone who, besides her, decided not to leave the Autobot base that marked their lives, both for better and worse.

“ Coming from you, that's rather strange, Jack. ” – a serene expression appearing on the face of the mentioned, azure irises carefully observing the apprehensive gaze of the guy before releasing a faint sigh. – “ But you know how I think. ” – the arms moving behind the back, the hands resting one over the other in a waiting position that seemed to never end.

“ Just like you, Raph, Miko and Agent Fowler, I'm the only one who can keep the Autobot-related secrets under control. I'd rather act than let someone else who knows nothing about them, except prejudices, be in my place. Fowler himself was busy with other tasks, there was only you and, well, me.”

Truth exposed without any second thoughts, while hearing and watching those responsible of the groundbridge setting it to work for the imminent arrival.

“ And besides, I owe it to Ratchet... I promised him that in his absence I would take his place, otherwise why did I become his assistant? ”– Although human weren't at all as capable as the Cybertronian doctor, Malika did her best to learn what the team needed: language, mechanics, their organism and how to give the best medical support.

A biomechanical doctor, this was new, but one of a kind.

The mere thought of being important as well as a good asset to the Autobots made her proud as well as smiling... however, that smile didn't last even for a handful of seconds, as she glimpsed the silhouette of an individual well known to them stepping through the groundbridge.

Imposing, analyzer above all standards, as well as a possible threat if the approaches would go negative.

It was clear that the soldiers present pointed their weapons at the colossus who had come among them, but Malika came forward together with the boy as well, gently placing her hand on a barrel of those rifles.

“ Put down your weapons, if you don't want to instigate bad results. ” – lightly, slowly lowering the weapon in question, finally observing all their despised faces

Even Jack was hesitant and not at all inclined to accept such a visit, despite the fact that the conflict was over and compromises were reached.

Malika, in all of this, tried to show herself resolute, pointing her irises upwards: the bright red of the only optic belonging to the former Decepticon began to look around, seemingly showing disinterest for those who pointed weapons shortly before .

At the very least, from Malika's personal thinking, he looked at them insignificant as little ants.

With a calm and decisive step, the girl approached the edge of the platform, formly waving to the Cybertronian.

“ Welcome, Shockwave. I'm Malika Carnelian, and I'm in charge, by Fowler and Ratchet himself, to escort you to the laboratories. ”

#loyallogik #verse;tfprime #tdgdhgkhkguf #I finally did it #YESSSSS

[photobombingcryptid]

It took a while for her to decide doing this, but she did in the end, without having a single tiny piece of regret! A box arrived into Blaze's destination, asking probably Arcee or someone else to do this favor, perhaps, but now Blaze will not be alone anymore in his own travels.

It's not cybertronian, it's a tiny creation made from a tiny human, probably with some bug in the system for some things, but! When he will open the gift, there will be a tiny spheric drone flying around him, all full of joy while making tiny beep sounds. A holo-screen will appear, with a video registered in the system.

“I hope it will works well... he-hem! Hi Mister Boogy-man of the space! I hope you're doing fine~. I wanted to thank you dearly for the beautiful gift yoi gave me, I will treasure it like... forever! And who knows, maybe learning something in Cybertronian too through these symbols~, for the rest, since I'm a human and for now I don't have the capacity of traveling through space so easily, I decided to give this little gift to you, one of my... many inventions! The little helper is all about exploration without being seen, scanning maps and reporting all you note in his system. I know that probably, very likely, you have already something like this in a better result, but! It is made by my hands and is a wish to help you undirectly, even without being there personally. I don't know how it works fror you Cybertronian but... here is the celebration of the New Year, and as such, I greetly wish you a good new start and many good things to happen in the future!”

“See you next time we will meet each other! Take caaaare!” at the end of it she waved her right hand toward the screen, smiling while giving a last wink in salut.

Now isn't that cute.

A personal assistant. He will admit that while human technology cannot even compete with Cybertronian, what humans can invent is always a pleasant surprise.

On whim, Blaze decides to give this drone a few upgrades, like the intergalactic comm. system, just so he could send Malika a video message teaching her how to swear in Cybertronian.

#ic #asks #malikacarnelian

[mmepastel]

Quel bonheur de retrouver la plume malicieuse de Malika Ferdjoukh et de régresser délicieusement en cette période pour lire un roman jeunesse de « cosy mystery »…!

C’est un excellent opus que celui-ci. Cela se passe à la fin du XIXe au nord de l’Angleterre, dans une petite bourgade en plein hiver ; nous avons donc le cadre idéal pour une enquête (des meurtres sont commis !) aux accents gothiques (la brume hivernale de la campagne anglaise), du mystère (un crime est commis dans une chambre fermée de l’intérieur !). Ajoutez à cela une voyante, un taxidermiste, des amoureux contrariés, des secrets de famille, une jeune fille perspicace et mutine ainsi que deux détectives de Scotland Yard et vous avez la recette magique d’un roman haletant et drôle.

Avec ces ingrédients, on pourrait avoir un roman fade et convenu calibré jeunesse. Mais non, avec Malika Ferdjoukh, on frémit et on s’amuse. Les dialogues entre Flannery (l’héroïne futée) et le jeune assistant du superintendant, Pitch, à la chevelure flamboyante, sont excellents de drôlerie et de vivacité. Il faut dire que la jeune Flannery est tout bonnement irrésistible.

Cette lecture m’a fait un bien fou après des choses plus dures et complexes ou éprouvantes.

Ici, c’est comme un bonbon -pas trop sucré, c’est d’autant plus appréciable- qu’on regrette d’avoir fini !

#littérature #livres #litterature #livre #littérature jeunesse #école des loisirs #malika Ferdjoukh #griffes #enquête #gothique

[ofvaporex]

@malika-carnelian said (x):

::You're blaming everything on yourself again Ratchet… you shouldn't, not when you did many good things during those hard times. Don't overweight your shoulders more than necessary… plus, I do think that many would like to see you again, sooner or later.::

::I don't know. It was a miserable situation, and I had a job to do. I wasn't able to do that job.

Things are fine in Carmine, anyway. Nick's a good partner, and I'm doing a lot of good assisting the emergency department here. They don't have a lot of staff. It's fine here.

I'm sure things'll stay fine in Witwicky without me.::

#⚕️ ╰ ic • best care anywhere ╯ #⚕️ ╰ v. earthspark • no promises no guaranteed survival no saints in surgical garb ╯ #malika carnelian

[autobotmedic]

@malika-carnelian​

“Hey Ratchet, do you... need assistance with something?”

    “... Nothing in particular, but I might be able to find something,” he returned, glancing down at her.

    “Hwat do you normally prefer to do as distractions from your own thoughts?” She had been unusually quiet compared to usual. Normally, if someone was generally talkative, the absence of it was a negative sign of their mental state.

#malika-carnelian #[QUESTION] distract me so I stay inside

[iwozlegit]

Ship prompt: Wheeljack and Malika, him as guardian and her as human companion to be guarded (or comfortably saying, as an adoptive niece lmao)

Send me a character as a ship suggestion for my muse, and I'll talk about it!

🔱|| Wheeljack is everyone’s crazy uncle or uncouth older big brother. He really radiates that energy immaculately, and perhaps that’s why he doesn’t end up with his own human charge, though nor does Smokescreen or Ultra Magnus even though the latter would have been more than an acceptable and safe candidate. With this in mind, the human children can reflect the message that their assigned robot guardians were handled on a first come, first serve basis, and that if the later Autobots to join the team were present, Wheeljack wouldn’t have got a sniff regardless. After all, Jack was first assigned Ratchet rather than Arcee. He’s comfortable playing his current role as assistant robo dad to Miko, at least. But he can’t deny the dropping sensation in his spark when he’s sidelined in favour of dune bashing or monster truck rallies; wishing silently that he could share such thrills with another of his own. Were his flakey nature not so pronounced when the going gets tough, the war-hardened Wrecker may learn to curb his more chaotic mannerisms in favour of caring for someone else much smaller than him.

#🔱|| let the wreck see the rule #|| prompted • #🗡• rugged individual #🗡• philandering fool #@malika carnelian #@legitconcrusher

[foldscheap]

choreography and concept Lea Moro

created with and performed by Ana Laura Lozza Kiana Rezvani Lea Moro Malika Lamwersiek Samuel Draper Sharón Mercado Nogales

sound Andrés Bucci aka Futurelegend

composition songs Andreas Bonkowski Jana Sotzko

costume Nina Krainer

assistance costume Molly McDonnell

light Martin Beeretz

space Lea Moro Nina Krainer

choreographic collaboration Kiana Rezvani

production, management Hélène Philippot

collaboration production Mirjam Sadjak

songtexts Harriet von Froreich (I’ll eat your breath) Guilherme Marcondes (Are we all suffocating?) Team collaboration (Beyond breath)

production LAC Lugano Arte e Cultura Lea Moro

thanks to Ana Létunic Claudia Feest Ignacio Jarquin Julia Keren Turbahn

[sandeepsrk007]

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[the-syndicate-primordial]

File: the syndicate, 8 psychotic killers with very few scruples.

Name: Akrosion

The demonic twin brother of akronus, and leader of the syndicste. Akrosion can manipulate fire, and wields a strange unbreakable crowbar they can teleport too.

Name: Samhain

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The second being born with a connection to fear, Samhain is a psychotic horror author whose real name is unknown, and is capable of summoning the events and creatures they write about to serve their cause. Notably, samhains identity can only be known by those they let fully know it. Including both the syndicate and the primordials.

Name: nanobyte

Ex-military mercenary nanobyte with access to hundreds of weapons, drones and other tech. capable of healing from nearly any injury, while their past is mostly just destroyed CIA documents, it is known that they lack any surviving family.

Name: erodicate

A living science experiment, Erodicate is the living embodiment of rot, decay, and corruption. And is therefore able to manipulate that to destroy, decay, and torment.

Name: Malika

Malika is the Scottish? Ex-girlfriend of Archon, who often wears a draconic battle suit with a chain sword and acid breath. Her mental state is notably deranged (even compared to Akrosion) and is the most likely to target innocent civilians in her sprees.

Name: Aquaris, chosen of the sea

Chosen by an eldritch god, aquarius is a brutal and reprehensible killer who can manipulate the oceans and summon giant sea stone golems, too crush those who threaten their masters power.

Name: the everhunt deadeye

A genetically modified super soldier, the ever hunt deadeye is a master marksman who hunts those who get in their employers way using specialised trick arrows and their multiple different gene-modifications, which make them superhuman.

Name: the godfather

An impossibly old Italian crime lord, the godfather is completely immortal, and can raise the dead to assist in their plans. Notably, the godfather can be considered the most level headed and experienced member of the syndicate, due to being atleast 200 years old.

[antics-pedantic]

RALLY CO. #9: THE ASHES OF ALDRAGAR

Last time, on Rally Co….

          The crime-lord sorcerer Othulok, nemesis of world-renowned occult detective Solomon Callahan, attacked the Rally Co. team directly at home with help from the assassins Giligan Diligent and Othulok’s own unwilling thrall, known only as ‘The Wrap.’ When Tycho and Esme struggled against the assassins, Solomon used deadly magic—not unlike those of Othulok’s to save them. In the process, revealing that he in fact was once a follower of Othulok himself!

          With assistance from Blockhouse the construct and vigilante treasure-hunter The Junker, Rally Co. was able to repel the attack. Now, the group races to deprive Othulok from the secrets of the ancients, to prevent him from conquering the world.

X

          Some years prior…

          The antechamber was filled with an eerie glow, from bowl torches atop tall golden stands. There were people here, worshipping: Wearing ancient-styled garb over their modern finery. Just then, a wholly separate group would burst in: Two prominent figures taking the charge included a shorter man with messy reddish hair and a full beard, clad in a wrinkled suit with a bow tie and white labcoat, red in the face with consternation. And accompanying him was a Pakistani woman drawing a service revolver, fending off one of the cultist minions. In the process, an INTERPOL-sanctioned special task force badge she wore on her jacket’s front pocket was damaged, just barely deflecting a dagger.

          “It’s over!” exclaimed the youthful Inspector Malika Basra. “We’ve finally tracked you down. A hundred of your followers couldn’t stop us now!”

          A figure in a cloak, and a Roman-style helmet stood up from his throne overlooking the ceremony area in the center. The stone sarcophagus lay there, being adorned with offerings and marks of power in codes even the most seasoned linguist would be hard-pressed to find commonality with in all known languages.

          “And what may I ask, do you think Rally Co. could possibly do now? You’ve only turned the tide so many times at the dawn of this hideous war that plagues the continents. If you should even stand a chance—”

          “IF!” howled Malika’s companion, one Professor George Edward Gallagher. “That ‘if’ sir, is the highest degree offensive! For that, I’ll feed ye the plume off yer helmet!”

          The leader of the secret society sneered, before rising to face them: He removed his helmet, revealing a dark brown mane with a grey streak through the middle, and eyes for whom the surrounding skin showed off coal-black veins, from improperly practiced necromancy. Spells stolen from various corners of the globe.

          “You troglodytes. There is a new world on the way. One where the things that live in hallowed lore and darkness will no longer tolerate mankind’s arrogance!” thundered the mysterious leader, as he extended his free hand and used it to gather some mystical power. “I’ve simply leapt forward before I could be struck down as well.”

          He fired lightning from his fingertips to stave off the adventurers and investigators that came to challenge him, before directing another arc at the sarcophagus.

          “And I, Solomon Callahan, the Acolyte Absolute shall wield the very powers of the ancients to do so! I will succeed the dread shame, Othulok!”

X

          The airplane reached Switzerland by dark. Felix Basra pinched her russet-brown nose ridge, wishing she could deal with the jet lag enough to properly call her aunt Malika.

          “Should have taken some milk of magnesia like I suggested. I never board an aeroplane without one! Your friend was much wiser--” proclaimed Malika. Felix listened to her go on for a while, fretting over every little thing. “--And your girl Georgia keeps insisting on staying with me until you return, you know.”

          “Yes, Malika auntie.” sighed Felix. “I’ll let her know in just a moment not to heckle you too badly: You know as well as I do she just wants to make a good impression. No problems with your health? I hope you’re still exercising.”

          “Bah! For what? The most excitement I have anymore is telling old stories to dime novelists. I don’t think they really know I change up the details each time so they argue with one another afterwards.”

          Felix burst out laughing. She was liable to hurt her sides.

          “That is devious!”

          “Nothing less!”

          But then, there was silence. It had not been very long since the sorcerer crime lord known as the Golden Shadow had mounted an attack on Rally Co.’s base of operations—their home. And in the process, they also revealed a shocking secret of the man who owned the estate, and served as their mentor: Solomon Callahan.

          “How are you all doing, my little snoop?”

          “Don’t call me that.” said Felix. Normally she loved when Malika called her that, but this hardly felt like the time for jokes. “Solomon called you before we left, didn’t he?”

          “… He told me everything. Hung up before I could tell him to wait up for me. And now here you are, off to the Alps.”

          “How?”

          “How what, child?”

          “How did he… he followed the teachings of our greatest enemy. How the devil can you bring someone like that into the fold?”

          There was silence again. Though this time it was diffused by a low hum.

          “We deathly needed someone who knew magic, ESP, weird things no ordinary soul had mastered. But past that he was a terrible headache to work with, in those early days. The only thing that really kept us together was the fact that everyone was doomed unless we kept at it. Then he cleaned up, and then… well. We trusted him to be a teacher of all things.”

          “Your own children, we became his students.”

          “Yes. Oh—here’s Georgia.”

          Before Felix could say anything else, her aunt passed the phone off to her sweetheart.

          “Malika told me some of what’s going on. It seems a bit hasty, but… you’ll be alright? I haven’t even had the chance to meet your new friends yet, you’ve all just been so busy with your modern-day round table and your chivalrous ways.”

          Felix chuckled.

          “You make it sound so romantic.”

          “That’s the job, isn’t it? Being in love and all.”

          “Of course. I’ll phone again after we’re settled in, before we make the climb.”

          Felix said her goodbyes. The first up was a short Irishman, currently weaponizing his grouchiness into resolve: His was a messy head of hair with full sideburns on his cheeks, that self-proclaimed ‘muscle’ of the group as well as its resident cryptozoologist, Tycho Gallagher.

          “The others?”

          Tycho nodded aside: A taller woman with umber-toned skin was fidgeting—usually cheery, bio-chemist Esmerelda Broughton was currently in desperate need of a good coffee blend. She was accompanied by a shorter figure whose sleepless eyes were a more common occurrence compared to Esme’s jet lag woes, the psychic Katrina Kafka.

          “And I says ye should have gotten yer own milk of magnesia!” said Tycho, waving a blue bottle where he kept the relieving drug that helped settle his stomach during the flight.

          “Woe!” scoffed Esme. “As I have to share a laboratory and travels with you—you miserable little combination of an orangutan and an emperor penguin!”

          Usually, Felix and the others would eventually break up the rivalry’s bickering. But this time, Rally Co. was too overwhelmed with the goal ahead. Katrina gestured to Felix, who shared with her some of the local currency so that she might purchase more medicine, water bottles, whatever they needed to ease the difficulty of travel this time. With that done, the group’s serious-minded leader stepped aside to wait next to an old-fashioned telephone booth, one in a row. There were also a couple of teletype computer terminals for public use among the booths as well, uses ranging anywhere from a mere digital typewriter to transferring essential data over long range, once the terminal was rented out. Or simply for a brief amusement, if any pinball machines or vigor testers were not available.

          “Updates.”

          Solomon Callahan, esteemed occult detective these days—formerly a dread magician, pulled out a notepad with which he copied some details.

          “The ruins of a castle in the mountain terrain. Snowcapped… drenched in rumors.”

          “Ghost stories as well, no doubt.”

          Solomon didn’t much enjoy this. Felix was usually more enthusiastic to discuss matters with him pertaining to their latest mystery or adventure as the Rally Co. group. But the circumstances of their last epic had created a considerable rift. The group had always known Solomon to be a practitioner of magic. But recently they had discovered that he commanded deadly powers similar to those of their collective nemesis, the immortal crime lord, Othulok.

          “What significance is our destination, Callahan?” said Felix, tilting her head. “Or should I say Acolyte Absolute? Self-styled enemy of the modern world, and all.”

          Solomon looked aside to see if anyone heard that, before sighing.

          “Felix. The matter at hand: I have the utmost certainty from my colleagues in academia that the late Lord Aldragar Covington’s personal collection housed ancient relics, and rudimentary machinations salvaged from the darkest corners of the Earth.”

          “What in particular do you suppose the Golden Shadow—Othulok, wishes to acquire from there?”

          “A rare ore, Felix. My colleagues called it by a certain name: Orichalcum.”

          He looked to Esme, beckoning her over. Not only did she have a background as a prodigious chemist, but it was under Solomon’s tutelage that they studied findings pertaining to the alchemists of old.

          “That’s the stuff.” said Esme with a nod. “They say if there ever was an ancient locale like all that science fiction about Atlantis, they had a few tricks like that. Orichalcum is supposed to be a miracle metal. You could send heat or an electric current through it, and even a small amount could return the force multiplied. How they refined any of the ore is beyond me at the moment. But if anyone does have the stuff…”

          “It would be dangerous. Message received.” said Felix with a nod. “Let’s get our things at the hotel and move as soon as possible. If such a thing exists, it cannot be allowed into the hands of that sorcerer, devil dog that he is.”

          Felix waved to Tycho and Katrina, who were gathering up suitcases.

          “Tycho, my friend?” said Katrina, holding a case close, and dragging a couple of others along with her telekinesis. “Might I ask you something troubling? Before we are to be in earshot of the others again.”

          Tycho could see Esme and Solomon going to hail a taxi outside. The stalwart cryptozoologist nodded to the girl.

          “When you saw Monsieur Callahan use his magicks… what was it like?”

          Tycho scratched his head. Suddenly he regretted agreeing. But only halfway: He cared too much for his friends not to try.

          “Thing of it is sister, that I’ve grown up treading the grasses of the wilderness in all sorts’er places with dear old ma and pa. In them wilds I got a pretty good sense for determining danger, as animals often give warning. And mortal-folk… well, folk react some kinda way to the defeatin’ of an enemy. That, and one other thing.”

          Tycho performed a sort of dramatized hypnotic gesture, as a stage illusionist might gesture at a box where they pretended to saw their assistant in half.

          “The magic Solomon used before that was always pretty tame-like. Our pal Ribeye Renzo and even that weirdo The Wrap didn’t have nothin’ that potent. The mystic arts just aren’t practiced like they used to… it’s only been against Othulok he’s really gone all out. Ye didn’t hear me complaining, fightin’ fire with fire an’ all. But when he damn near killed that assassin, Giligan Diligent, it was like he’d come back to his hometown to settle accounts with fellers what crossed him.”

          Katrina looked forlorn. Tycho nudged her.

          “Chin up, will ya?”

          Katrina sniffled. “Does it not bother you?”

          “Yeah, it bothers me plenty!” huffed Tycho. “But I’m gonna wait an’ see for a while. Just like I did when Felix ran off to try to get revenge on her own. Or when you went all out with your ESP. And of course, whenever yers truly has to rip some joker a new one for callin’ him funny names. Tumultuous is practically our middle name!”

          She finally chuckled. Tycho offered a snicker of his own, as they made for the doors to the street outside.

X

          The trek up the mountains was unpleasant for all. The whole of Rally Co. were bundled up in heavy winterwear, boots with ice cleats and thick parka jackets with face masks and goggles. Felix and Tycho had climbing axes and gear if they needed to traverse the troublesome terrain. The early morning sunlight shined on the white snow, making everything terribly bright. At least until they arrived at the castle, majority of the estate being in ruins.

          Solomon went up to the entrance arch, where one of the doors had fallen and biting winds could enter at night. Entire sections of the walls had their bricks blasted apart. Felix and Esme took to points of impact for a forensic examination. Tycho was lighting a fire in a spot where they could set down some of their things. Katrina was feeling around with her sixth sense, telepathically probing for any presence living or dead. Some hidden trap that might prove fatal if they accidentally activated a pressure plate or other mechanism. And course most importantly, if there were any remaining samples of the orichalcum and the strange machinery that utilized it. She was so intent on her goal, Katrina wandered off into the darkness.

          There, she found a small bead. She levitated it towards her hand with telekinesis, not touching it with her hand until she knew it was safe. Unfortunately, as the decaying hands reaching out from the shadows indicated, it was not safe whatsoever.

          She did everything she could to keep the fright she felt inside. The cold didn’t help at all. And in a split-second she immediately launched the undead assailant into the wall with a sickening ‘SPLAT!’ that seemed to echo throughout the hall. She readied herself in the event of others, and she did see two more of these ghoulish servants sauntering around. Mindlessly, one more outwardly rotten than the other. It was as if whatever directed them was no longer all there.

          Seeing that the threat was low, Katrina hurried back to look for the others. She’d startled Tycho just as he was putting on some coffee, the liquid nearly sloshing out of the aluminum pot as he slapped it aside.

          “KATRINA!” howled Tycho, catching the rubber gripped handle with his opposite hand, then nursing the slapping palm that had briefly swatted at the heated metal portion. “What the devil are ye doing, sister?!”

          “I would not be hurried if it wasn’t important, Tycho!”

          The others hurried back over to listen as well. Katrina pointed back to the direction she went investigating, and the entire group went together. Tycho and Esme kept themselves trained on the two undead that remained, while Felix and Solomon examined the body of the one Katrina had squashed. Still, they found nothing there or around the castle to work with. Until Felix beckoned for Katrina to provide the small bead she had acquired. Stepping past Esme and Tycho, she held out her hand, and the ghoulish servants seemed to respond to the bead, as though it were of some importance.

          “A miniscule little thing like this bead can’t be much on its own, can it?” said Felix to herself, while Tycho shoved off one of the roaming undead. It was at that point that the aspiring detective tossed the bead with some force. The ghoulish servants hurried to catch it, and when it landed, a small shockwave knocked them off their feet.

          “The orichalcum!” said Solomon, preparing a small leather pouch from within his coat to contain the bead. “Yes, it makes sense: I recall a study suggesting that the ancients carried it in this smaller form.”

          “As what, some kinda funny money?” said Tycho. Esme just sneered at him.

          “Hardly! Think of it, my hirsute little colleague: The orichalcum is easier to carry this way. You could gather several beads, but their worth is too great to distribute like coins. I believe that they carried these around to activate their mechanisms.”

          “Like what? Like our tellerphones and such?” mused Tycho, half-mockingly.

          “Mm. Perhaps more in the realm of secure doors, like on a vault for example. They could use a heavier door because they could afford the energy to move such a thing around. In regards to other technologies, let’s keep it strictly to theory, shall we?”

          “It ought t’make discovering they’ve got damnable death rays layin’ about all the more pleasant!”

          Solomon took the bead at last, once Esme was finished looking it over. Of course, when they returned, they found their campfire had been put out: Behind the smoke was a robed figure. Collectively, everyone seemed to notice two boar-like tusks sticking out of his mouth, and it caused the whole Rally Co. group to prepare for battle. All save for Solomon Callahan.

          “Lord Aldragar. I thought you had died.”

          The boar-like tusks retracted, and the castle master lowered his hood. He was even paler than Katrina, his hair maintained save for a few stray strands that would not stay put. Like the very image of an old time English gentleman, if frayed at the edges.

          “This… is no deception? Is that you, acolyte?”

          Solomon frowned at the name, while the Rally Co. team all looked over to their mentor. Yet another secret of his that had come to light.

          “Everyone. I would like to introduce to you Lord Aldragar Covington. Another mastermind of ill-intentions. A vampire.”

          Tycho’s eyes widened.

          “He gets near me with them tusks, I’ll do some amateur dentistry!”

          But the vampire lord simply laughed.

          “You have nothing to fear from me. I am quenched at this time. But I see you have found some of my orichalcum.”

          He beckoned aside with one arm with the theatrical flair of a jester, before bringing his hand around to take back the bead. Felix looked at it one last time, and offered the orichalcum back, despite the others seeming apprehensive.

          “Wotcha do that for?!” whispered Tycho.

          “He knows Solomon. That gives us an ‘in’ to negotiate. Besides: you saw his undead. The pitiful shambling things. Even as a vampire, I’m confident we could all take him on.”

          Then, she turned to look at Solomon.

          “And I’ll do the talking.” said the older man, nodding and moving to catch up with Lord Aldragar. “Stick together, everyone.”

X

          Now, Rally Co. was in a great dining hall not yet ruined like the rest of the castle. They were able to light a main fireplace. They hesitated to put on any sleeping bags, but Tycho was back to brewing coffee and using provisions. What little food could be offered by Lord Aldragar was under severe scrutiny by Esme, for willful poisons and forgetten mold.

          But Aldragar himself was at the head of the table, and his laughing was hearty.

          “Remarkable development!” he rasped, a cough taking him. For a moment, some of the youth he’d regained seemed to depart his body, but no thirst was apparent. His vampiric physiology was no longer functioning neatly, not after the strife he’d put himself through in pursuing victims. “You mean to tell me, acolyte, that you made a foe of the Golden Shadow? And you’ve gone on to join his enemies in Rally Co.?”

          “What’s more, Lord Aldragar…” said Solomon, leaning in his seat, and pointing an enthusiastic finger. “I taught each of Rally Co.’s latest successors. Everyone here has been a student of mine in a different field.”

          A sentiment not gladly echoed. There were quiet nods and shrugs that lacked commitment.

          “In any case, Callahan: Revel! You have been accepted by these mortals, you’ve taken Othulok’s own magic to use against him. Glory finds its way to your house, and mankind will soon realize it does not stand atop the food chain.”

          “And what does that mean, exactly?” said Felix, interjecting.

          “I mean no offense!” said Aldragar. “But your larger world is content to disregard the old myths. In some cases, they have been driven away crudely… such as your Blockhouse. He was not always treated with such welcoming.”

          “Yeah? An’ why’s that?!” spat Tycho.

          Solomon set a hand on Tycho’s shoulder and spoke:

          “There is no good reason, my boy. There are those who favor their control too greatly to relinquish the reins willingly. As it is, the world can barely treat its own, more ordinary people with dignity. Even the most minute difference can be blown out of proportion into an aberration.”

          And then Aldragar laughed hoarsely.

“I am content to try and make my own unspoken kingdom here in Europe, over all the secret things which live here… but your Solomon Callahan however, sought to usher an era of enlightenment. By any means necessary.”

          Katrina could not help but feel something awful in herself. Solomon was teaching her to safely harness her abilities. She wondered if he might have demanded she wield them against humanity. She wondered if the others had similar concerns: Felix could have been a great hunter of dissidents, Esme could use her chemistry knowledge to form the alchemy of war, and Tycho’s zoology might have been put towards taming and commanding cryptid creatures, the way the Golden Shadow directed them towards malice, but without expending magic.

          “Blazes to that!” howled Tycho, shaking a fist. “A thousand thundering typhoons! But he didn’t. He joined up with Rally Co. an’ changed directions fast-like!”

          Esme stepped up beside the loyal cryptozoologist, and crossed her arms. Only adjusting to fix her hair, to look as refined as possible.

          “What my colleague said. It would have been better received if we’d heard this sooner. But he’s sort of our expert on the magic… not many of those going around at the moment. We’ll take what we can get until Othulok is put to rest once and for all.”

          Felix looked to Katrina. Katrina looked back. And while they couldn’t bring themselves to say much, they both nodded and stood by their friends. And perhaps, some small part of them would not abandon Solomon altogether, provided he made it up to his charges this way. Each and every one of them. Solomon himself continued to say little: he did not want to push his luck. But he felt something like a small hope just then.

          Lord Aldragar watched the entire display for a moment, before taking up a goblet and gulping down half the contents all at once.

          “A shame I never started a coven.” said Aldragar. “What prowess and loyalty I might have cultivated if you are any example… but no sense dwelling on what could have been. I trust after resting fully, you’ll wish to see my machinations? Destroy my hard work?”

          “Would you stop us?” said Felix. Her Jutte was a blunt weapon, but if she had to run it forcibly through his heart like a stake, she was prepared to do so. But Aldragar shook his head.

          “Before I might have. Now my dreams of overcoming the vampire’s weaknesses are doomed! However, if throwing it all aside might infuriate Othulok, I say bring ruination to all that I have left!”

          And he cackled, before entering a violent coughing fit.

X

          There were boots marching in the snow. To every uniformed man, a rifle or other armament. Armored cars on tank treads instead of tires, being navigated up, with troops on standby to assist the journey of their support vehicle. At the helm of the operation was a commanding officer in a cap with a silver piece pinned to the front, fashioned in the shape of an albatross. His uniform was newer than that of his troops, signifying his connection to a small, but rapidly expanding nation-state.

          “The damnable bloodsucker is ours, Over-Commander Sallow.” laughed a subordinate officer, his shaky hands attempting to light a cigar. “He should have taken your offer… first the visit, then the letter. He is a fool twice over—he would have a death wish to refuse you now.”

          Over-Commander Sallow just made a disgusted sound.

          “I recall your file, Lars. You received commendations for quelling a would-be resistance cell with little in the way of casualties.”

          The officer called Lars just grinned.

          “But of course, sir.”

          Sallow pulled off a glove from Lars’s hand, stealing away his cigar with similar dexterity, and bringing it down quickly, before halting just over the back of Lars’s hand where the mere drop of ashes was enough to strike fear into him.

          “I know not your methodology for accomplishing that. But I challenge you to demonstrate superior bravery for your country! Where it may be *seen,* yes?”

          “What the hell is wrong with you, Over-Commander?! I am loyal! Always loyal.”

          “Always?”

          “Yes, always!”

          Sallow just sneered, and offered a half-hearted salute. But when Lars attempted to provide the same, he was greeted with the gleam of a knife halfway out of its sheath. The silver blade gleamed in the moonlight.

          “Glory to Arkavalia.” said Sallow, as if providing instruction to a child, before shuffling off.

          “*Ulp*… Glory. To Arkavalia.”

X

          Katrina perked up. She nudged Solomon while he pored over the machinery Aldragar had introduced to them to offer notice as to her precognitive flash just now.

          “Soldiers upfront.” said Katrina. “Heavily armed at that!”

          Tycho scowled. Aldragar was not far off.

          “What is the meaning of this?” said Solomon. “You haven’t sold us out, have you?!”

          “Silence, Acolyte!” spat Aldragar “It is the Arkavalians. After my own downfall and their rise to power, they have heckled me for my secrets. I’ve few ghouls left to stave them off within the castle walls.”

          Felix beckoned for the others to join her.

          “If they do not know this yet, then these men might still be susceptible to doubt. Quickly!”

          Everyone hurried upstairs and lined up to look at the troops from overhead. Felix had both her revolver and impellet gun out, trying to decide which one to expend first, and what tactics the group could take.

          “Really makes a feller wish Blockhouse was here, huh?” said Tycho.

          “Undoubtedly, my hirsute colleague.” said Esme.

          Felix had a feeling if they lingered too long, the Arkavalian forces would call their bluff. Esme could probably rig up some explosives to lob from their vantage point. Tycho preferred close range, perhaps if they made it into the building, he could perform an ambush. Solomon and Aldragar had magic and vampiric powers, but they could still be cut down by weapons if they weren’t careful.

          Over-Commander Sallow on the other hand, had time and resources with which to pour continuous pressure onto Aldragar’s estate. He would proceed to point forward, gesturing for Lars to communicate.

          “By will of Arkavalia itself, our detachment demands your audience, Lord Aldragar Covington! You have the opportunity to utilize your unique gifts in service of a glorious new homeland!”

          Aldragar spat at Lars’s feet. Felix would be the one to speak back.

          “His response seems unanimous, no?”

          Lars perked up.

          “Who the devil are you?!”

          “The woman telling you to turn around. Aldragar and his ghouls do not fight alone.”

          Lars looked back at Sallow, who tilted his head to look down on Lars.

          “I want an armored truck to ram into the front doors at once! All troops, ready your weapons for those rotting saps!” exclaimed the red-faced Lars, who turned around to address the Rally Co. group, and Lord Aldragar. “Your lacking welcome will be your undoing, leech! And those young degenerates!”

          “You’ll dive deeper through hell than I, pig-dog!” exclaimed Aldragar. It was at that point one of the armored vehicles began advancing, while a hail of gunfire covered it. The Rally Co. team kept their heads down, Felix closing her hand into a fist and opening it again to gesture for explosives, for which Esme was all too eager to provide: In Arcadia, the city the group considered home, she was often cautious with the output of her test tube grenades. Still the case with this mountainous terrain, but considering the uneven odds on which they fought, she took on the task of cobbling together something potent enough to disable the armored trucks.

          “HI-HO SILVER!!”

          Esme tossed a test tube grenade down at the oncoming vehicle, halting it momentarily. Felix fired on some men trying to feed a belt of ammunition to a machine gun encampment. The second armored truck approaching moved as quickly as it could, this time a gunner emerged from a hatch on the roof, taking aim with a rifle. Esme’s next toss was thrown off from landing within the hatch, as the tube rolled along the roof near the hatch instead. The gunner had ample time to leap out as the vehicle collided with the front doors, the automobile motor whining with stress in its ongoing attempt to break inside. Felix directed Tycho to move ahead of the group.

          “It won’t be long before they’re inside. Aldragar, you go with my man Tycho and try to thin the ranks. We’ll meet you at your laboratory.”

          Aldragar did not enjoy taking orders, even reasonably measured ones such as this. His pride was wounded enough by mortals before. From the academics he invited into his home to feast upon before he used the secrets of the ancients to overcome the weaknesses of the vampire, to the Arkavalian fascists that harassed him endlessly. But with the provision that they would make Othulok suffer, he acquiesced to Felix’s word.

          “So be it. At least I will go out with the glory of battle!” said Aldragar, taking on his tusk-like fangs. Tycho fished through his things for a large knife he sometimes wielded while on excursions through the wilderness.

          “Save some for me, ya wiseguy!” bellowed Tycho, pointing at Aldragar with the tip of his blade. “I ain’t no kinda pushover in matters of stompin’ goose-stepping goons!”

          Aldragar lead the way towards a hidden passage, Tycho scurrying after. The Arkavalians had breached the front door, and began sending squads to comb through the halls. Gunfire ripping through the frigid night as they fought against what few ghouls remained. The two fighters burst from the shade and into the attacking force, picking them off before hurrying to another area of the castle to continue their guerilla warfare. Tycho plunged his dagger with a handle-twisting depth, and Aldragar did likewise with his tusk-fangs to the nearest vein, before swiping his nails across the torso to split the body apart. Rinse, and repeat.

          Solomon tackled into a trooper on his way past Tycho and Aldragar. Lars was about to face him, but Sallow put a vise-grip on his subordinate’s shoulder.

          “The orichalcum and the machines, Lars. I will address the world-famous occult detective.”

          “Yessir!”

          There was some relief that Lars did not have to face the man himself. Sallow on the other hand seemed to savor the encounter. It was as though he had something: any seasoned adventurer knew an ordinary man would not have such confidence without the proverbial ‘ace-in-the-hole’ to guarantee their survival. But try as he might, Solomon’s ESP could not probe Sallow right away.

          “You’re probably wondering why your powers of mind, or perhaps magic now fails you, is that right good sir Callahan?”

          Solomon brandished the small sword blade hidden within his silver-headed cane, and swiped at Sallow. Every time he approached, he couldn’t glean anything from his thoughts, or precognitively. He even tried a spell to melt the rubber soles of Sallow’s boots onto the stone floor, and only received a brief puff of smoke.

          “Yes! I have long desired to put you pitiful believers to death.” exclaimed Sallow. “I am without blessings or curses, Callahan! None of the gods will have me in their domain. Hell’s devils loathe my presence! A hundred rituals have freed me from the faiths interfering directly with my very being!”

          Sallow produced a set of brass knuckles, as well as a fiber wire garrote. He began his retaliation by knocking the blade from Solomon’s hand with a great punch. While he could not induce anything within Sallow, Solomon tried projecting a mystic arc of lightning, and found it was not wholly resisted. And Sallow still had to physically fight back when Solomon ushered forth another spell, which turned dirt beneath the castle stone to muddy clay that hardened after wrapping around Sallow’s ankle.

          “Give my regards to the fellows in Limbo, Over-commander!”

          Solomon angled for a punch, only for Sallow to meet his bare fist with the brass knuckles. Solomon cried out in pain, followed immediately by a strike to the nose. Blood gushed down over his mouth, leaving his front teeth crimson-coated. It was in that moment that Sallow grabbed Solomon by the jacket, and got to wrapping the garrote around his throat. Along with the profuse bleeding, Solomon would be unable to breathe very much—and soon, almost not at all.

          “Not yet, old man. I’ll not let you go under yet.”

X

          Felix kicked over some tables. Esme was gathering up Aldragar’s alchemical equipment to try and create new explosive concoctions right away. Katrina was handling the orichalcum, packing each sample of the miracle metal in such a way that they would not be jostled or their amplifying effect activated by unexpected turbulence. Tycho and Aldragar raced through the open doors as a shower of gunfire trailed after them—Aldragar taking dozens at a time as he shambled forward to hang off of the makeshift barricade weakly. Tycho was jumping over a crate Felix had pushed into place when two shots fired by the pursuing Lars connected with him, sending his body crashing down unceremoniously. Esme was first to set aside the flasks to check his wounds.

          “Hold still—I’ll get the bullets out. Try not to cry, as you do!”

          “Would that I could focus on my revenge upon you!” howled Tycho, while Esme got to work, and bandaged him as quickly as she could. Felix was right beside them, laying down covering fire.

          “Aldragar—get over here!”

          The vampire lord attempted to rise again, but not before someone charged him with a battering ram, adorned with a golden cross at its striking face. The implement gleamed as it was repeatedly driven into Aldragar’s back, lined up with his spinal column until he began to die a slow and ignoble demise. It was at that time that Solomon was brought in. The entire group was mortified by his bloodied state. Aldragar felt the thirst of the vampire, but he was far too weak to do anything now.

          “Rally Company. I believe you’ve forgotten something in your haste!”

          “Don’t listen to him!—” sputtered Solomon. Katrina stopped what she was doing to try and force Sallow away. But her mistake was to try and grab him telekinetically instead of creating an external wave of force. Any unusual power centered upon his being was for naught. Magic most of all, but that extended to psychic powers to some degree.

          “Drop your weapons, children. Or your teacher ends class early for the day, yes? Good, good. Now for the orichalcum, and surrender of Lord Aldragar’s machinery.”

          The team followed along with Sallow’s first demand of putting their weapons down. Katrina could see that Lars was angling to shoot again, and instinctively she reached out and gripped Lars’s weapon telekinetically. Causing it to explode in his hand as he stumbled aside screaming. The startled Sallow let up as Solomon let off a crackle of mystic static from his hand—although he couldn’t induce any effects onto Sallow’s immediate being, he was still vulnerable to forces that began within the external world, his resistance only keeping him from dying immediately.

Agony flared throughout the Arkavalian Over-Commander’s body as he dropped his garrote, and attempted to strike Solomon again. This time his brass knuckles were superheated by the mystic static.

          “I die in glorious service!” howled Sallow. “I will not be the last. ANOTHER, and yet more may participate in the same practices I have. And they too will be beyond your powers!”

          “But not THIS!”

          Katrina levitated a small marble of orchicalcum, before sending it forward. Not as a projectile, but guiding it right into Sallow’s mouth. At which point Solomon received a telepathic signal. With a snap of his fingers, he generated a small mystic spark next to the orb just as Sallow continued with his platitudes with an open mouth. A small explosion erupted from his cheek, and then elsewhere as the orichalcum marble was involuntarily gulped down, causing total combustion as Over-Commander Sallow was reduced to a skeleton coated in rags and ash.

          Solomon had dived out of the way. Tycho had risen back onto his feet, only to fall down again in his attempt to avoid the explosion. A few troops had caught the gruesome display and retreated, screaming for the comforts of their childhood homes. Aldragar sputtered as everyone reclaimed their things:

          “Callahan. Take whatever you require: But destroy what remains of the castle before you go. With my last breath, I laugh at Othulok! I cackle at the Arkavalian mortals! All that they seek will never be theirs.”

          Solomon produced his handkerchief, and wiped some of the blood off of his own face, and from his glasses.

          “You will have a place in history, Lord Aldragar. From a time when we were mankind’s greatest opponents. And the only goal, to take back the night and foggy days for all that lurked there.”

          Aldragar let off a hoarse snicker.

          “And where the corpses of lesser giants and rusted tanks now grow flowers. I know your idealistic rants well, former Acolyte…”

          With those final words, Solomon drove his sword-cane blade into the heart of the vampire lord. Felix walked over to watch him turn to dust.

          “Sir. I trust you’ll guide us in what equipment to take?”

          Solomon surveyed the laboratory, and nodded.

          “Yes, my dear: With haste. We must deprive Othulok of a source of refined orichalcum, such as Aldragar possessed. At least then he will be unable to amplify the energies of his magic as he casts it upon us in battle.”

          “And we’re done, right?” said Tycho. “We get the miracle metal outta here and whammo—then we stick it to the dead tosser?”

          Of course, Solomon simply adjusted his glasses. Esme had a feeling there was something else involved here.

          “Mr. Callahan…” said Esme, with an uneasy start. Felix’s eyes widened as she and the other looked to Esme for answers. But Solomon gestured first: It was high time he exercised greater honesty himself.

          “What Esme feels concern for, everyone, will indeed be the last of our great search... then, I promise you, we will strike back at Othulok once and for all.”

X

UNTIL NEXT TIME…

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Not even Malika is safe from his increasingly bizarre messages. Maybe he was meant to send more but only one sentence managed to go through.

"The circuit's dead, there's something wrong."

⚙️|| That day per se wasn't the greatest of her life: dealing with some MECH infos came to her hands through Agent Fowler get her in a slighly and anxious mood, because the more they were getting hints of their maneuvers, the more it was like ending nearby an uncomfortable discover and situation, bad things that might happen more sooner than later.

And then, if it wasn't enough for her mental health, now a very peculiar message came through her messaging system, butthe most surprising information was the source of it.

It was Memes' code address.

“The circuit's dead...? What is he talking about?” was she wandering into the nowhere? Absolutely yes, and for having a better clue, Malika was going to ask him some clarification by responding that message of his.

Her fingers carefully typing on the keyboard of the datapad, standingthere with a calm but yet concerned face. ::Hey, what do you mean by the circuits be dead? Are you in trouble with your ship? Do you require assistance?::

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MALIKA from Amara Abbas on Vimeo.

Production: new—land Director: Amara Abbas     DoP: João de Botelho   Starring: Malika Mahmoud Colorist: Joseph Bicknell   Editor: Nikolaus Kohler  Sound Designer & Composer: Raphaël Ajuelos  Music: Toumba

Executive Producer: Sara Samsøe Directors Assistant: Naghmeh Pour  Producer: Melanie Frydshou   Producer Assistant: Kamille Ninn

1st AD: Casper Holm   1st AC: Peter Topsøe      Gaffer: Martin Riello   Production Designers: Veronika Bach & Thilde Ammitzboell   PD Assistants: Josefine KRabbe Munck & Ludvig Phillip Bach       Grip: Anton Lisner   Grip Assistant: Rasmus Ellegaard   Best Boy: Yann Bruckert Runner: Katinka Brammer

Client: Politiken

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Her graduation in Pune was the first time she left home and lived on her own.

Malika quit her bank job when she was 3 months pregnant and was a homemaker for 6 years.

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She pursued her graduation in engineering from Savitribai Phule Pune University.

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Malika Sadani – Founder and CEO of The Moms Co.

The banker turned mompreneur, Malika Sadani is the founder and CEO of The Moms Co., which aims to provide toxin-free products catering to babies, new mothers, and expectant. Not being able to get natural and toxin-free Indian products for her 1-year-old daughter was a great concern for Malika. The company grew out of Malika’s uncompromising attention to every smallest detail and her desire that no mother should have to compromise on her baby’s products. With the motto of ‘nature in and toxins out, The Moms Co. has become one of the leading Indian toxin-free brands.

Malika Sadani’s Early Life

Being a daughter of an army officer, Malika had lived across different countries and cultures.

Her graduation in Pune was the first time she left home and lived on her own.

Malika quit her bank job when she was 3 months pregnant and was a homemaker for 6 years.

The couple had their own way of bringing up Myra.

Malika Sadani’s Educational Qualifications

Malika completed her 12th from Sofia school, Kota, Rajasthan.

She pursued her graduation in engineering from Savitribai Phule Pune University.

Malika completed her MBA from Welingkar Institute of Management, Mumbai.

Malika Sadani’s Professional Journey

After completing her graduation, Malika worked as a center manager in CMS Computers, Delhi.

Post-MBA, she worked as an assistant manager at ICICI Bank.

Malika started The Moms CO. in May 2016 to help moms make natural, safe and effective solutions for themselves and their families.

Malika Sadani’s Awards and Achievements

Times She Unltd. Entrepreneur award.

Business world 40 Under 40 award

Business world women entrepreneur of the year

Products have been recognized at the Cosmopolitan Beauty awards and Mother & Baby awards.

Malika has been facilitated at the world women’s economic forum.

She has also been a speaker at prominent events like – The entrepreneur startup summit, exchange4media FMCG round table, luxury lifestyle weekend, SheLeadsTech, power panel, India retail forum, and many others. Read More On..

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Shannon Sharpe wasn't pleased with Ja Morant's comments about the Western Conference, and he let the Memphis Grizzlies star know about it. Earlier, Morant had confidently outlined that he was "fine in the West" in an interview with ESPN's Malika Andrews. At the time of writing, the side has the second-best record in the Western Conference. The Grizzlies have a string of tough matchups coming up. They face the Phoenix Suns twice in their next three games with a clash against the Golden State Warriors sandwiched in between. Needless to say, Sharpe wasn't too pleased with Morant's confident response and had some choice replies in the offing. Shannon Sharpe Blasts Ja Morant: "Bruh, Y'all Not Good" Not the one to mince words, Shannon Sharpe took his shot at the Grizzlies' star when speaking to Skip Bayless on 'Undisputed'. Morant has been playing some high-quality basketball averaging 27.0 points, 6.4 rebounds, and 7.8 assists, and his efforts have been translating into wins for the team. The guard has already garnered MVP chatter, but Sharpe was not having any of it. Only time will tell if Sharpe was indeed right in his views, or whether Morant and the Grizzlies will prove him wrong as they stake the claim for another playoff and beyond run this season. —Aaron Abhishek, Fadeaway World Follow @inkagnedotv #shannonsharpe #jamorant #nba #espn #inkagnedotv https://www.instagram.com/p/Cmo12pDrXLG/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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