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How did you study about military gear? I'm currently trying & searching sources and looking for some tips.
I really like your work btw. Keep going✨️
Hi! Thank you so much, I'm excited to share some knowledge with someone. <3
I tried summing up methods that have helped me the most:
1. lots of research (vids, blogs, magazines, loadout lists,...)
2. store/product photos
3. military photos (not airsoft!)
4. damtoy loadout showcase vids
I first started off with doing extensive research on cod operators. Cosplay guides by shadeops21 (DeviantArt) are a huge help with the most accurate loadout lists.
Next step was looking up product photos & studying the functions, shapes, different angles. Store/product photos are my most used refs, they're in high resolution & you'll see every detail thanks to a well lit environment. I also collect military pics in one huge folder, not only for pose refs & inspo, but also as refs on how the gear is used. Product photos will lay flat, worn gear will always look different!
Make sure to learn how to differentiate airsoft from real military pics, airsofters (except for dedicated reenactors/milsimers) tend to have wacky tastes (ugly, black amazon gear and fake, glowing NVGs,...).
The gear of Damtoys is incredibly accurate & precise, watching videos of the dolls being dressed will also give you an idea on how accs (pouches, glow sticks, radio systems, ...) are attached to the equipment.
My strongest interests lay in SOF, so I'll also collect magazines with expert info, insights & loadout descriptions (K-ISOM (German) SPECIAL OPS (Polish)).
To my advantage, I do have friends who are either huge military nerds or in active duty, I'll sometimes ask them questions and learn about the features and (dis)advantages of various pieces of gear. It's a life hack, but you'll achieve your goal either way if you're determined!
After you got a feel for the basics, you can start accommodating knowledge.
Study drawing/recognizing the most used equipment first, western modern kits are very repetitive (as the products are so good, they don't need to be replaced).
Headsets: 3M Peltor ComTac, Sordin, Ops-Core AMP
Helmets: Ops-Core, Crye AirFrame, Team Wendy, MICH 2000
Plate carriers: Crye JPC, Crye AVS, First Spear, Lindnerhof, AGILITE, LBT Slick & 6094
Gloves: Oakleys, PIG FDT Alpha, Mechanix, Petzl, Nomex flight gloves, Outdoor Research Ironsight
After that you can start looking up more niche or less iconic brands and gear, you'll be a nerd in no time.
I hope this is helpful and I'm sorry for the late reply. If you ever need help or info on something, feel free to dm me on Twitter or Tumblr!
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Does anyone with a brain actually watch any mainstream media news?
I primarily listen to ex special ops / sof guys' podcasts. Mike Glover, Shawn Ryan, Travis Haley, Mike Baker, Tim Kennedy, etc. Dudes that have actually been in major conflicts and report news way more accurately.
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i keep thinking about that smoker scene, like at first he looks super scary but then he's like "oh sorry, i think my pants ate your ice cream"
that makes me believe that smoker is not as scary as he tries to be, and he actually is a softy.
#thank you for coming to my ted talk#i love this scene so much#idk why#but this made me fall in love with smoker#lol anyways i have to get some sleep#smoker#smoker op#smoker one piece#smoker the white hunter#sof watches op#one piece#op
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Reuqest for anon: Mina w a bruh girl gf
Requests are now open!!!!!
• Y'all met
• By her staring at you in the hall
• And you literally squaring the fuck up "fuck you looking at? You wanna fight? Because I'll take you right fucking now pretty girl,"
• And Mina said 😳 "you think I'm pretty??"
• and her friends said 👀
• After two weeks (of her shamelessly flirting) you two exchange numbers
• and thus it begins!!!
• Mina is also a bruh girl but she has the urge to provide you with attention and affection and praise
• and that's exactly what she does
• but she has to wait for soft hours for you to actually accept them
• otherwise you'll just insult her in response
• You're refusal to accept affection amazes her
• like?
• "I like your shirt-"
"Don't mock me, whore."
"Babe I wasn't I like your shirt-"
• She likes to watch you squirm when she does compliment you
• or hold your hand
• or just be soft
• she gets sof when you get sof
• and the only time you get soft
• is when you've had a bad day, it's past 12, or you're sleepy
• NOT TIRED
• She learned the hard way that tired and sleepy were not the same thing
• One time, she texted you back kate- like 3am late bc she randomly woke up
• and it woke you up
• and you were full on sof girl at this point
• let names left and right, expressing your feelings in your half asleep state
• Minas almost in tears bro it's so fucking cute
• And then you're like 'I'm falling asleep :(- I missed you tho, I'll talk to you tomorrow baby'
(Insert love reaction image)
• and you regretting it in the morning
• and being utterly embarrassed that night
• if you've had a bad day tho- and the urge to be held overwhelms everything else, it doesnt matter
• you'll walk into her arms and out your head on her shoulder
• She'll stroke your hair or run her fingers through it as she holds you
• You're not in the hero course- you're in a support course that leads to a special team of fighters
• detectives and hand to hand combat and junk like that
• like special ops
• and she thinks it's the coolest shit EVER
• Because training there can be just as harsh as hero training
• and theres not really the use of quirks on a large scale
• but she's seen the bruises and scrapes from training
• she'll always ask the story behind it
• one time, training ranged the school
• and you were in the fucking ceiling
• you just happened to be above 1A (unbeknownst to you) when your target was pinged
"Keep damage to a minimum and take your target out,"
"Sir yes sir-" and through the ceiling you go. "Target sighted!"
And boom :)
You didn't even know it was her classroom until after the man you just knocked down was taken care of.
"Mr. Aizawa, " you nod, "sorry for the interruption,"
"No problem, you teacher told me it was happening."
You nod again, habitually looking behind you. "Oh, hey Mina."
"Hey babe," she smiles. "That was really cool,"
"I know, because I did it."
A few moments later theres someone at the door. "That's a pass cadet, let's go."
"Bye Mina, see you later."
• so this means Mina doesnt see you in class :(
• That makes her sad :(
• So instead she just rambles about you
• and how great you are
• And your dates
• Your dates consist of-
- Museum trips bc you're a nerd
- Park trips
- Hiking
- movies
- arcade trips
- Mall trips
- going to a thrift store and picking out dumb outfits and then going to dinner
- Sitting and cuddling in eachother respective dorms
• speaking of that
• its really cute actually
• yall live in different dorm buildings
• does that stop you?? No.
• depending on the day yall will visit.
• You'll walk up the steps of the Class 1A dorm, ignoring the people sitting on the chairs on the deck
• she's usually waiting by the door, practically vibrating with excitement
• and when you open the door, she's jumping in your arms
• everyone's always 🥺
• secret jealousy
• And when she comes over
• she hums as she walks the path to your building
• you're usually waiting on the porch for her
• sitting in a rocking chair, feet up and against the pillar
• she'll grin from the path and bound up the stairs
"Hey baby,"
"Hello hello," you stand up and meet her lips for a quick kiss
"Good day?"
"It'll be better in a little bit," you mumble, taking her hand
• You've got plants on your dorm porch so sometimes Mina likes to just chill outside with you
• especially when it's raining
• PLAYING IN THE RAIN
• P L A Y I N G IN THE RAIN
• Running around, occasionally slipping, laughing your asses off
• just all around campus
• splashing and jumping in puddles
• which will eventually lead to kissing in the rain (absolutely initiated by mina)
• it's always fun getting drenched
• cuddling w her is always fun
• she's the softest cuddler in the world
• she plays w your hair
• Rubs your back
• she's very handsy
• she'll tell you how pretty you are and how happy she is with you
• and then she'll roast you
• it's a prefect balance!!!
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op wheres the link to your 100,000 word character study for cobb vanth??? i wAnT iT...
BRUH IM GONNA HIT EVERYONE UP WITH THAT SHIT WHEN IT’S DONE
i have a rough draft right now. i think i have about 3 chapters left. i don’t want to overshadow @sof-gigante‘s fic until they’re done so i don’t accidentally spill any beans and of course i want to do some revisions especially since i’m involving more stuff from book canon BUT
i will be shouting this from the mountain tops as soon as i can. i PROMISE. in the mean time!! enjoy this snippet!!
this is the prologue to what WILL be a heavy angst, M rated fic. be warned lol
There are five things he can never forget.
One.
The feel of sand. The grit underneath his nails, in his eyes when the wind picks up, shaking out his hair, between his teeth.
If you get caught in a storm, the sand’s been known to strip skin from bone, leaving only husks for the scavengers to feast on.
Sand is the very nature of Tatooine. It’s always tracked into his home, slips between his sheets if he’s not careful. A constant companion scrubbing his skin raw to remind him of the hostile nature of his planet, like he was a cancer and Tatooine was doing everything it could to be rid of him.
Two.
The heat of a brand. The immediate heat and the intense painpainpain! Get it off! Take it off!
Scars pull and tug as they heal.
Weeks. Weeks. It took weeks. For the burn to scab and bubble over. For the bleeding to cease. For the skin to harden and toughen into a shape.
Diamond.
Star.
Diamond.
Star.
Raised edges he could feel and drift a finger along. He couldn’t see it. Why should he? Why should a slave be able to see something that only matters to its masters?
Three.
The smell of dilarium oil. The fumes made him sick at first.
Nausea. Headaches. Dizzy spells.
“You’ll get over it.”
“Back in line.”
“Pick yourself back up.”
His stomach still churns whenever he gets a whiff of it, sending him back to a time when he was far too young, far too vulnerable to be working the drills, welding shut the barrels to be sold off world, a place he would never see, never be a part of, wasting away until his remains were swept away under the shifting dunes.
Four.
The taste of water.
The precious lifeblood of the planet, often sucked from the dry air, collected by the vapours and distilled into liquid. If you were lucky enough, you had access to a well, drilled deep into the planet’s crust where some caverns full of it could be found if they weren’t already well protected by the Tuskens.
To watch it pour into the sand, soaked up in an instant, gone.
“No food or water. Three days.”
A promise.
No. Scratch that.
A punishment.
Dehydration hits you quickly under the heat of Tatooine’s twin suns. It hits fast and hard. It makes your lips crack and bleed. It takes your voice. And the pressure builds behind your eyes, pounding with each beat of your heart, and then—
A hand on his shoulder. A canteen of water in the other.
This time—a promise.
But for a price, with a leering smile above him, always above him.
And the water, after two days, never tasted so good.
Five.
The sound of his name.
No one is born into this universe without being given a name. Maybe there are some cultures, some civilizations that allow you to choose a name, but he has yet to meet any.
But his name came to him in pieces, an identity he forged to rewrite the one he’d been given and forced into since birth.
Many would remark how the figure Cobb Vanth rose up, appearing out of nowhere and helping to galvanize the resistance movement on Tatooine against the Empire. He prefers it that way.
For people to come up to him and say Cobb, Vanth, Marshal.
A strong name. A confident name. A name associated with someone who has one of the quickest draws this side of Mos Eisley.
No one needs to know where Cobb Vanth originated from. He has the scars to prove his story.
All they need to know is that he is Cobb Vanth, and he is not the child, not the slave he once was.
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Pentagon Video Warns of “Unavoidable” Dystopian Future for World’s Biggest Cities
The year is 2030. Forget about the flying cars, robot maids, and moving sidewalks we were promised. They’re not happening. But that doesn’t mean the future is a total unknown.
According to a startling Pentagon video obtained by The Intercept, the future of global cities will be an amalgam of the settings of “Escape from New York” and “Robocop” — with dashes of the “Warriors” and “Divergent” thrown in. It will be a world of Robert Kaplan-esque urban hellscapes — brutal and anarchic supercities filled with gangs of youth-gone-wild, a restive underclass, criminal syndicates, and bands of malicious hackers.
At least that’s the scenario outlined in “Megacities: Urban Future, the Emerging Complexity,” a five-minute video that has been used at the Pentagon’s Joint Special Operations University. All that stands between the coming chaos and the good people of Lagos and Dhaka (or maybe even New York City) is the U.S. Army, according to the video, which The Intercept obtained via the Freedom of Information Act.
The video is nothing if not an instant dystopian classic: melancholy music, an ominous voiceover, and cascading images of sprawling slums and urban conflict. “Megacities are complex systems where people and structures are compressed together in ways that defy both our understanding of city planning and military doctrine,” says a disembodied voice. “These are the future breeding grounds, incubators, and launching pads for adversaries and hybrid threats.”
The video was used as part of an “Advanced Special Operations Combating Terrorism” course offered at JSOU earlier this year, for a lesson on “The Emerging Terrorism Threat.” JSOU is operated by U.S. Special Operations Command, the umbrella organization for America’s most elite troops. JSOU describes itself as geared toward preparing special operations forces “to shape the future strategic environment by providing specialized joint professional military education, developing SOF specific undergraduate and graduate level academic programs and by fostering special operations research.”
Megacities are, by definition, urban areas with a population of 10 million or more, and they have been a recent source of worry and research for the U.S. military. A 2014 Army report, titled “Megacities and the United States Army,” warned that “the Army is currently unprepared. Although the Army has a long history of urban fighting, it has never dealt with an environment so complex and beyond the scope of its resources.” A separate Army study published this year bemoans the fact that the “U.S. Army is incapable of operating within the megacity.”
These fears are reflected in the hyperbolic “Megacities” video.
As the film unfolds, we’re bombarded with an apocalyptic list of ills endemic to this new urban environment: “criminal networks,” “substandard infrastructure,” “religious and ethnic tensions,” “impoverishment, slums,” “open landfills, over-burdened sewers,” and a “growing mass of unemployed.” The list, as long as it is grim, accompanies photos of garbage-choked streets, masked rock throwers, and riot cops battling protesters in the developing world. “Growth will magnify the increasing separation between rich and poor,” the narrator warns as the scene shifts to New York City. Looking down from a high vantage point on Third Avenue, we’re left to ponder if the Army will one day find itself defending the lunchtime crowd dining on $57 “NY Cut Sirloin” steaks at (the plainly visible) Smith and Wollensky.
Lacking opening and closing credits, the provenance of “Megacities” was initially unclear, with SOCOM claiming the video was produced by JSOU, before indicating it was actually created by the Army. “It was made for an internal military audience to illuminate the challenges of operating in megacity environments,” Army spokesperson William Layer told The Intercept in an email. “The video was privately produced pro-bono in spring of 2014 based on ‘Megacities and the United States Army.’… The producer of the film wishes to remain anonymous.”
According to the video, tomorrow’s vast urban jungles will be replete with “subterranean labyrinths” governed by their “own social code and rule of law.” They’ll also enable a proliferation of “digital domains” that facilitate “sophisticated illicit economies and decentralized syndicates of crime to give adversaries global reach at an unprecedented level.” If the photo montage in the video is to be believed, hackers will use outdoor electrical outlets to do grave digital damage, such as donning Guy Fawkes masks and filming segments of “Anonymous News.” This, we’re told, will somehow “add to the complexities of human targeting as a proportionally smaller number of adversaries intermingle with the larger and increasing number of citizens.”
“Megacities” posits that despite the lessons learned from the ur-urban battle at Aachen, Germany, in 1944, and the city-busting in Hue, South Vietnam, in 1968, the U.S. military is fundamentally ill-equipped for future battles in Lagos or Dhaka.
“Even our counterinsurgency doctrine, honed in the cities of Iraq and the mountains of Afghanistan, is inadequate to address the sheer scale of population in the future urban reality,” the film notes, as if the results of two futile forever wars might possibly hold the keys to future success. “We are facing environments that the masters of war never foresaw,” warns the narrator. “We are facing a threat that requires us to redefine doctrine and the force in radically new and different ways.”
Mike Davis, author of “Planet of Slums” and “Buda’s Wagon: A Brief History of the Car Bomb,” was not impressed by the video.
“This is a fantasy, the idea that there is a special military science of megacities,” he said. “It’s simply not the case. … They seem to envision large cities with slum peripheries governed by antagonistic gangs, militias, or guerrilla movements that you can somehow fight using special ops methods. In truth, that’s pretty far-fetched. … You only have to watch ‘Black Hawk Down’ and scale that up to the kind of problems you would have if you were in Karachi, for example. You can do special ops on a small-scale basis, but it’s absurd to imagine it being effective as any kind of strategy for control of a megacity.”
The U.S. military appears unlikely to heed Davis’s advice, however.
“This is the world of our future,” warns the narrator of “Megacities.” “It is one we are not prepared to effectively operate within and it is unavoidable. The threat is clear. Our direction remains to be defined. The future is urban.”
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Sof wish me luck I'm planning on getting as many crimson agate as i can today.
Also how do you fight the flying guardian thingies that are in the melting the crystals quest in dragonspine. Idk if that made sense i just know i can't find what they're called
GOOD LUCK ON GETTING THE AGATES !! I BELIEVE IN U BUT BOYYY IS IT ROUGH WITH NO FINDER SHDJSKD and ummmm tbh ive only fought those in co-op (aka i just watched white swinging at nothing) 😭😭😭 so idk ,, but usually i think someone uses a bow character or keqing?? GDJSJGC
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Here’s the second part of the accidental roommates AU -- this is one of those times when I say “second” in terms of when I wrote it, not in terms of the internal chronology, because there are probably two or three months between this part and the previous part. As usual, please remember that this is concept writing and not a titled, polished fic. (Also IDK if the timeline with Solo matches up but that’s why it’s concept writing, so I don’t have to do math.)
About 4.9K below the break. Please remember that I don’t warn.
“Hera, I am very disappointed in you.”
Hera did her best not to flinch at the words, sitting with her back poker-straight and her hands folded in her lap. When Agent Beneke didn’t go on, she said, trying not to let her voice shake, “It isn’t against regulations.”
Her handler regarded her grimly, his mouth set in a moue of disgust and distaste. “I was starting to believe you were less of a slut than other members of your species, Hera.”
This time Hera did flinch. She didn’t trust herself to say anything, so she just sat there, her hands fisted so tightly that her knuckles ached.
Beneked waited for her to reply; when she didn’t, he went on, “No, it isn’t against regulations, but that’s only because the Inquisition is outside the scope of the rest of the Imperial service. The true Imperial service, not the Emperor’s –” He hesitated over the words, then finished, “– attack dogs.”
He let the words hang in the air.
Hera said in a whisper, “I’m not a slut.”
He ignored that. “Of course, I understand that some allowances must be made for your species, but surely, Hera, there were other alternatives. The Lake House – well, I suppose you might have a taste for humans. Agent Melplith –”
“He wanted to rape me.”
“You misunderstood, Hera –”
“He wanted to rape me,” Hera spat, feeling heat gather in her cheeks. “I might be a Twi’lek, but I’m not stupid.”
Agent Beneke raised his eyebrows in response to that, clearly suggesting that at the moment the matter was up for debate. He let Hera’s words hang in the air between them for long enough that Hera felt her lekku twitch before he said, “But you were already fucking another man.”
Hera set her jaw and didn’t correct him, since it wasn’t any of his business when she and Kanan had started sleeping together, especially not when she had relied on that illusion to keep Agent Melplith away from her. All she wanted was to be out of this room and back in Kanan’s, with a door that locked and which not even Beneke would dare to come into. “It’s not against regs,” she repeated stubbornly. “And my grades haven’t dropped.”
“For now.” His voice was cool. “I’ll be contacting the Inquisition, Hera.”
She forced herself not to react, though she guessed that Beneke saw her flinch anyway. She doubted that he was aware that Kanan was terrified of the rest of the Inquisition. And even if he was aware – she knew as well as he did that they wouldn’t let Kanan keep a mistress.
“We have an offworld assignment in the morning,” she said, keeping her voice as calm as she could manage despite the fact that she felt like bursting into tears. “May I go, please?”
“Back to him.” It wasn’t a question.
Hera raised her gaze to him and couldn’t keep the acid out of her voice. “That’s where my things are.”
“You’ve disgraced yourself, Hera,” Agent Beneke said coldly. “Yourself, and me. I vouched for you to come to the Academy, you know, and you are on the verge of throwing it all away. You should be ashamed of yourself.”
“May I be excused, please?” Hera said again.
“You may go,” Agent Beneke said, “but after you get back from Garel tomorrow, I’ll see this ended one way or another. Do you understand, Hera?”
“Yes, sir,” Hera said.
His voice went gentle. “It’s for your own good, Hera. You don’t understand the danger you’ve put yourself in with this Inquisitor. They’re not like the rest of us. He’s barely human anymore.”
Hera didn’t say anything, and after a moment, Agent Beneke said, “You’re dismissed, Hera. Good luck on your operation tomorrow.”
“Thank you, sir,” Hera said, and fled the room, trying not to make it too obvious that running away was what she was doing. She made it all the way back to the officers’ guest quarters without collapsing, ignoring the other officers and cadets she passed along the way. She opened the door to find Kanan inside, sitting cross-legged on the bed and frowning at a datapad. He smiled as she came in, lifting his gaze to her – that sweet smile that was just for her, which transformed his handsome, scarred face into something else entirely.
The smile fell away as he saw her expression, and he said, “What’s wrong?”
She took a stumbling step into the room, enough for the door to slide shut behind her. She didn’t remember falling into Kanan’s arms, but she must have, because the next thing she knew he was holding her as she wept into his shoulder, her whole body shaking with the force of her sobs. He held her close, rubbing her back with one hand, until Hera’s tears finally trailed off into gasping hiccups.
They were both sitting on the floor, Kanan with his back against the bed and Hera kneeling between his legs. He still had his arms around her, holding her protectively against him, but he loosened his grip as Hera sat up, wiping at her eyes.
“What happened?” he asked her gently. “Are you hurt?”
“I’m not hurt,” Hera said. She felt dull, wrung out and scraped thin. “Agent Beneke – my handler – he just got back. And he heard about us.”
She was surprised, in a way, that someone hadn’t contacted him already, but presumably the same fear of the Inquisition that had kept anyone here from actually confronting them about it had kept anyone from bringing it to Agent Beneke’s attention.
“What happened?” Kanan’s voice was still impossibly gentle, and Hera couldn’t imagine how Beneke could accuse him of being something other than kind.
Hera shook her head and curled back up into his arms, hiding her face against his chest. I want to go, she thought suddenly. I don’t want to be here anymore.
“We’ve got an op tomorrow,” she said eventually, her voice raw from crying. “We should sleep.”
“Okay,” Kanan said mildly. He ducked his head and kissed her very gently on the mouth, his lips brushing over hers. Hera put her arms around his neck to hold him against her, unable to bear the idea of never seeing him again.
We could leave. We could just leave. I want to leave.
But she didn’t dare say the words out loud, not in the heart of the ISB itself, and the fact that she genuinely didn’t know what Kanan would say to it kept her from even whispering it in his ear. He was terrified of the Inquisition – far more afraid of them than Hera was of the ISB.
“I love you,” she said against his mouth.
“I love you too.” He kissed her again. “It will be all right, I promise.”
Hera shook her head, but didn’t say anything, just curled up in the warm circle of his arms. She couldn’t imagine it ever being all right.
*
Once the idea had come into her head, Hera couldn’t seem to get it out. She turned it over and over in her mind the entire way to Garel, sitting in the back of a commuter shuttle with Kanan next to her, his arm comfortably around her shoulders like they were an ordinary couple. She didn’t dare voice it to Kanan no matter how badly she needed to talk about it with him; there was no way that the shuttle wasn’t bugged, either by the company that operated it or by the ISB. After what Agent Beneke had said, Hera didn’t trust the ISB not to have them surveilled at every opportunity. The only place she knew they wouldn’t be watched was in the club itself.
She took Kanan’s hand as they left the shuttle, making their way through the corridors of the spaceport before they finally emerged into the city streets. He bent his head to hers like any other young lover’s, brushing a kiss over her lips that made Hera shiver, self-conscious in public despite the fact that no one here had any idea who they were. It wasn’t quite full dark yet, the planet cast in purple twilight as they wandered idly through the tourist district of the city, cutting a slow, meandering path towards the club. Garel had a thriving nightlife, both licit and otherwise, and after months of barely leaving the Imperial Complex except to go on training missions it was enchanting to see something so different. Species from all across the galaxy congregated on the world; Hera’s green skin and lekku didn’t warrant a second look from anymore, no more than Kanan’s handsome human features did. She spotted enough other Twi’leks on the street to guess that there was probably an enclave somewhere in the city – no surprise there, though it hadn’t been in their brief.
Kanan stopped at a food stall to buy her a waffle dusted with meiloorun sugar and himself one with syrup. They stood in the shelter of a street lamp to eat them, Hera trying determinedly not to get powdered sugar all down her front and mostly succeeding. Kanan licked his fingers clean of syrup and then grinned comfortably at her. He looked happier in civilian clothes than Hera had ever seen him before – or at least, outside of their bed – with the comfortable ease of someone who had never been near an Imperial uniform in his life.
Hera leaned up and touched her lips to his. Run away with me, she almost said. Let’s just go, let’s leave now. But she didn’t dare do it, not now, not when any of the beings around them could have been watching them, listening in, evaluating them for the ISB and the Inquisition. Instead, she just said, “I love you.”
Kanan kissed her back. “It will be all right,” he told her.
You don’t know that. Hera just kissed him again, the napkins she had been using for the waffle balled up in one fist as she put her arms around his neck. She still felt exhausted and wrung out after the confrontation with Agent Beneke, the hours she had spent crying in Kanan’s arms pricking weariness at the corners of her eyes.
Kanan wrapped his arms around her. “Are you all right?” he asked softly.
Hera shook her head. “Let’s do this,” she told him. Once they were in the club, she could be certain they weren’t being bugged – not by the Empire, anyway. They just had to get that far.
“Okay.” He kissed her again, then took the dirty napkins from her and stepped aside to toss them in a waste bin. Hera took his hand again as they made their way to the club, which was garishly lit up even from the outside, a quickly-moving line formed at the door. Hera and Kanan joined the queue and were inside a few moments later, feeling a low faint hum as they descended the staircase into the club’s open lower level. She flicked a startled glance upwards, spotting the jamming equipment in the ceiling, and felt her shoulders relax for the first time that day.
Kanan noticed, but didn’t say anything, just squeezed her hand.
The sound of the club, the number of people packed into the space, was oppressive. It made Hera wince, her fingers tightening on Kanan’s hand until she was certain it had to hurt.
“Our guy’s not going to be out here on the floor,” he said, bending his head to her ear and keeping his voice low. “They must have more rooms –”
Hera nodded to the curtained areas off the main space. She guessed that some of them were probably no more than nooks for couples to retire to, but others were likely to be more substantial rooms for rent, or corridors leading to them, since curtains weren’t much for privacy.
She and Kanan made their way to the edge of the room, wandering along the walls with the air of a couple looking for somewhere to make out. Several of the curtained nooks were clearly occupied by two or more beings; another turned out to be a hallway leading to the kitchens and another to the refreshers. They stumbled into a third hallway with the careless ease of drunk lovers, Kanan pressing Hera against the wall as he kissed her, one hand toying with the hem of her shirt.
“Tease,” Hera gasped, only half-joking, and felt Kanan grin against her mouth. He drew back a moment later, glancing around the corridor before he tilted his head slightly, his eyes slanting half-shut.
“I think we’re in the right spot,” he said.
Hera didn’t ask how he knew, just followed him as he moved cautiously down the corridor. She knew he had his lightsaber hidden somewhere on his person; she had a comlink but no blaster. If they were caught, their only two options were talking fast or Kanan killing everyone.
Kanan paused at a curve in the corridor after a few minutes of walking. Hera peered around the curve, taking in the sight of the six beings standing outside another curtained entryway. Two were Twi’leks, two Pykes, and two Falleens. Definitely the right place, Hera thought; that was the Pyke Syndicate and the Black Sun, and the Twi’leks could have been from any number of cartels. She started to draw back, then froze as one of the Twi’leks shifted position so that she could see his face clearly.
She grabbed Kanan’s hand, dragging him back down the corridor until they were near the floor again. She could feel as much as hear the roar of the crowd and the throbbing beat of the music beyond the thick curtain; the idea of going out there was unbearable.
“What is it?” Kanan demanded. “What’s wrong?”
“Do you want to leave?” Hera blurted out, her voice shaky. “With me? Leave the Empire, I mean.”
“Who was that?” Kanan asked her. “You saw someone you knew?”
“Will you?” Hera asked him desperately.
He hesitated briefly, then nodded.
“I think my father’s in there,” Hera whispered.
Kanan’s eyes went wide. “What? I – your father?”
“I recognized one of the Twi’leks outside,” Hera said shakily. She was barely aware of anything except white noise, turning this over and over again in her mind. Her father was there; she could go home. Hera hadn’t thought seriously about that in years, hadn’t thought she still wanted it, but now that the thought was lodged in her head it was the only thing she could think of. “I need to get a message to him, but I can’t just walk up to them –”
“Get one of the waitresses to do it,” Kanan said promptly. He ducked his head and kissed her. “Come on. Let’s go find one.”
*
This is a waste of time, Cham Syndulla thought wearily, but didn’t let it show on his face. He had the money to outbid the Pykes and the Black Sun, but there was no reason to believe that Free Ryloth might not need those credits more in the future than they needed the weapons for sale now. And even after all these years part of him still chapped at the fact that he had to sit at the same table as criminal scum like the cartels. He doubted that they cared, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that the Pyke and Black Sun representatives looked equally smug that a scion of Ryloth had been brought down to their level. The Crimson Dawn dealer, a scarred human named Vos, had said as much in so smooth a way that the cartel members hadn’t even realized Cham was being insulted.
They all looked up as the curtain was swept back and Gobi stepped into the room. “My apologies for the interruption,” he said. “I have an urgent message for my master and mistress that cannot wait – a family matter.”
“I would never stand in the way of family,” Vos said smoothly. “Please, Syndulla, go – will you be returning to us?”
“Perhaps another occasion.” Cham rose to his feet, offering Alecto his hand. “I am sure we will have another opportunity to do business together.”
“Certainly something can be arranged,” Vos said. “My lady.”
Alecto inclined her head slightly in acknowledgment, but didn’t speak. She and Cham left Vos and the cartel members to return to their bidding war, joining Gobi and Jaq in the corridor. The Pyke and Black Sun soldiers regarded their appearance with curiosity. One of the club waitresses was standing nearby with Jaq, a beautiful Pantoran girl in a skimpy outfit. She started to speak, but Cham held up his hand until they had gone down the corridor somewhat, around the curve in the hallway and out of sight of the cartel soldiers.
“You’re Syndulla?” she asked.
“I am,” Cham said. He blinked at her in surprise; his assumption when Gobi had said “family” had been that something had happened back at the fleet with Doriah or Xiaan. “You have a message for me?”
“There’s a girl in the club who wants to see you,” the Pantoran said. “She said to tell you that she’s from the house with seven fountains.”
Alecto grabbed for Cham’s hand, her nails digging into his bare skin. “Where?” she demanded. “Where is she?”
“In one of the private rooms.” The Pantoran looked inquisitively at them without moving.
Cham produced a twenty-credit chip without having to be prompted further; it disappeared into the girl’s bustier and she led them out of the corridor and onto the crowded floor of the club, skirting the walls and passing several curtained entrances before she came to a stop outside one of them. “They’re in here,” she said.
“Stay here,” Cham said to Gobi and Jaq, and thrust the curtain aside to step into the chamber beyond, Alecto just behind him.
*
Hera couldn’t sit. She just paced back and forth across the small room while Kanan watched her from his position on the loveseat, legs crossed tailor-style in front of him. “It will be all right,” he told her.
Hera didn’t respond, just bit her knuckle and tried not to let her wild hope overwhelm her. If the man the ISB had sent them after came in here instead of her father – or if the Empire – if this was a trick, a trap, another loyalty test and one she had failed –
Kanan raised his head suddenly. When Hera jerked around to stare at him, he said, “There’s someone –”
The curtain was swept aside before he could finish, admitting a tall, orange-skinned Twi’lek man.
Hera didn’t think, just gasped, “Daddy!” and flung herself into his arms. An instant later another pair of arms went around her, her mother holding onto her with desperate strength as she whispered, “My baby, my baby –”
Hera started to cry.
She hadn’t thought that she would, but once she started she couldn’t seem to stop, sobbing against her father’s shoulder as he held her tightly. Her mother kissed her frantically and Hera managed to transfer her death grip from her father to her mother, clutching at her like the child she hadn’t been in years. Her father put his arms around them both, his lips moving in something that Hera recognized as a prayer of thanksgiving.
An instant later he spotted Kanan, still seated on the loveseat, and drew back sharply, his hand going to the empty holster on his hip.
“He’s with me,” Hera said hastily, pulling herself out of her mother’s tight grip. “Daddy, Mama, Kanan. Kanan, these are – these are my parents, Cham and Alecto Syndulla.”
Kanan blinked once, recognizing at least one of the names, but unfolded himself as he stood up, keeping his hands in plain sight. “Sir,” he said. “Ma’am.” He hesitated and then added, “You knew one of my former teachers, General Syndulla. Master Windu always spoke very highly of you.”
Cham frowned at him, clearly startled, then his eyes widened with realization. “You’re –”
Hera didn’t even see Kanan move, but all at once his lightsaber hilt was in his hand where Cham could see it. Her father’s jaw dropped even as Kanan made the lightsaber vanish again.
Hera was staring too, because while she had guessed that particular secret from a few hints Kanan had dropped over the past months, she had never expected him to actually admit it. From his nervous expression, Kanan hadn’t expected to ever do so either.
“I – see,” Cham said after a moment where he just stared wide-eyed at Kanan. He glanced at Hera, visibly realized what their relationship was, and swallowed back whatever automatic protest he had to that.
Her mother put her arm around Hera again like she couldn’t bear to not be touching her for even a few moments. “We’re going back to the fleet,” she said. “You and your friend –”
Hera bit her lip, but nodded. “The – the Empire is watching the club,” she said. “I know there’s another – a team inside, maybe more than one.”
Her father caught the slip but didn’t ask about it, just frowned in thought, then turned to pull the curtain back. “Gobi,” he said, “go find Vos’s second. Tell her that they should be on the lookout for Imperial visitors, then meet us outside. I assume Vos has some kind of plan for that contingency.”
“Yes, Syndulla.”
Hera heard footsteps moving hastily away. Cham said, “We’ll go out the back, the way we came in.”
Kanan flicked a glance at Hera. She nodded slightly in response; she hadn’t meant to do this when she came in here, but it was happening now. And Hera – there were a lot of things Hera had wanted for years and had given up hope of ever getting again. Her family was one of them.
“They might be watching the back,” Kanan offered slowly.
It was a training mission, not a full assault, meant to be observation-only and with relatively little risk for several pairs of cadets. Hera and Kanan hadn’t been briefed on how many other pairs were assigned to this operation, but she suspected that given the notoriety of Crimson Dawn she and Kanan weren’t the only ones in here. She had been too overwhelmed on the club floor to look for any of the others.
“I don’t think so,” Hera said, equally hesitant. It was possible, but because this was only a training mission, meant to test their cadets in the field without supervision, the ISB wasn’t likely to waste agents on something like that. And none of the cadets she knew were likely to waste time camping out in the back of the club hoping something interesting happened there, rather than coming inside and seeking it out on their own.
“Can you sense them?” her father asked Kanan.
He looked startled to be asked, but shook his head. “Too many people in here.”
“Then we’ll go now,” Cham said firmly. He pushed the curtain aside and stepped out, revealing a vaguely familiar Twi’lek woman whose name Hera couldn’t remember off the top of her head. The woman’s eyes widened as she recognized Hera. “We’re going,” Cham told her. “Hera, you remember Jaq?”
Hera absolutely did not remember Jaq, but she had to be either a Syndulla clanswoman or from her father’s old Clone Wars resistance group.
Hera’s mother put an arm around her, like she couldn’t bear not to be touching Hera even for a few moments. She held Hera close against her as they made their way across the club floor, which made walking a little difficult in the crowded space, but Hera wasn’t about to try to make her mother release her. She looked back several times to make certain that Kanan was following, which he was. Jaq was trailing him, with an expression on her face that made Hera think the older woman wasn’t certain about Kanan’s ability to either stay with the group or take care of himself.
Hera should have been trying to spot the other ISB cadets that she was certain were here, but there were too many people in the club and she didn’t want to let go of her mother, so she let it be. There was nothing she could do about it now, anyway. The realization was something of a relief.
What she did see were several of the club’s black-helmeted guards standing unobtrusively at the edges of the room, especially as they slipped out into a hallway she and Kanan had passed before. One of them watched them leave, but didn’t make any attempt to stop them. Still, Hera found herself holding her breath until they finally left the club and stepped abruptly into the cool dark of a back alley.
Gobi was waiting there for them, along with another one of the guards; this one had the visor of his helmet retracted, revealing monkey-like features. Both were regarding each other grimly, but looked up as Cham emerged. The guard waited for them all to emerge from the club, gave Kanan as the one human in the group a dubious look, and said, “The boss says your assistance is appreciated, and he hopes to do business again with you sometime.”
“Likewise,” Cham said, his voice carefully neutral. He accepted the blaster the guard handed him and holstered it, then took two more blasters to pass back to Alecto and Jaq. “Tell your boss I’ll be in touch.”
The guard nodded. His visor slid back into place again, concealing his face. When he spoke again, his voice came out with a slight metallic quality, “The landing bay has been notified that you’re on your way.”
“Thank you.” Cham glanced at Hera as though to make sure she hadn’t gone anywhere in the past few minutes, then led the way down the alley.
The private landing bay was only a street away from the club, with a few more of the helmeted guards tucked discreetly just inside the doors, which Cham opened with a keycard. There weren’t individual bays inside, just docking slots. Hera spotted what were probably the Pyke and Black Sun ships in two of them, along with a sleek shuttle that she suspected probably belonged to Dryden Vos himself. The Syndulla’s Gamble was docked in another slot.
Hera couldn’t help her sharp inhalation. She had grown up with the Gamble, had expected to pilot it someday; it was a shock to see here and now, as if nothing had changed since the last time she had seen it four years ago.
“We’re almost there, baby,” her mother murmured to her. “We’ll be home soon.”
There were a couple of Twi’leks standing at the foot of the ramp, holding blaster rifles and eyeing the Pyke and Black Sun guards with suspicion; they were being eyed back in turn. One of them, Hera realized, was her aunt Clotho; she didn’t recognize the other.
Kanan touched her elbow suddenly, and Hera jumped. Her mother shot a wary glance at him, then at the expression on his face released Hera and stepped a little ways away.
“Don’t,” Hera told him. “Don’t you dare. You already said you would.”
“My master –”
“I know you don’t want to go back to him. I know you’re afraid of him.”
Kanan glanced aside, and even in the cool lights of the hangar bay Hera could see the faint scars on his face and neck, at the edge of his hairline. She took his hands in hers and said, “Don’t leave me alone. Please.”
“You’re with your family.”
“I want you too,” Hera said. “I love you.”
He smiled a little. “I’m not afraid of him for me,” he said. “He’ll knock me around. He’s done that before. But if I leave, he’ll come after me, and he’ll kill everyone between us to do it. That puts you and your family at risk.”
“I think my family’s been at risk for a while now,” Hera pointed out. “And I don’t want you to get hurt either.” She leaned up and kissed him. “Also, since we’re in a crime lord’s secret hangar bay, I don’t think they can actually let you leave without shooting you first.”
Kanan smiled a little, but kissed her back. “I can deal with a couple of enforcers,” he pointed out. “But my master –” He stopped again, agony on his face.
“Please,” Hera said again.
After a terrifyingly long moment he nodded. Hera kissed him again and then put her arms around him, holding him against her as he buried his face in her neck. She was fighting back her surge of adrenaline with effort, trying not to let herself be angry at him. He was frightened. It wasn’t fair to expect him to be anything otherwise, not after what his master had done to him.
“Hera,” her father said quietly.
She released Kanan so that she could look at him. He was standing a little ways away, regarding them both thoughtfully, and Hera realized that she had no idea how much of the conversation he had overheard. But all he said was, “We need to leave.”
Hera took a breath. “All right,” she said. She reached out for Kanan’s hand, resisted the urge to look behind her – there was nothing to see except the Crimson Dawn enforcers, anyway – and followed her parents towards the Syndulla’s Gamble.
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sad in verb: decide, choose
from: said in
sad klin verb: decide emphatically, choose definitively, make a firm choice
from: said clean
sad op verb: (transitive) pick out, choose [something]; (intransitive) like to have, like to decide
from: said up
Sadgeda proper noun: Conclave
from: said-gather
Sadon noun: vote
from: said-one
Sadrona noun: significant other
from: side-runner OR decide-runner
sak au verb: outsmart, outwit
from: psyche out
sak daun verb: take (as a strategic point)
from: sack down
Sampada noun: footstep
from: sand-padder
Sanch noun: lunch
from: sandwich
Sangedakru proper noun: Desert People
from: sand-gather-crew
Sankrola noun: lizard
from: sand-crawler
Seda noun: teacher, instructor
from: said-er
Sef conjunction: but, except
from: except-for
Sefi noun: picture
from: selfie
Sei verb: mean, signify
from: say
Seifas noun: trap
seigeda klin verb: vote
from: say-gather clean
Seim adjective: same
from: same
Seimbeda verb: prefer
from: same-better
Seimon noun: same, same one
from: same-one
Seingeda noun: family
from: same-gather
Seintaim adjective: same, same as; too, also
from: same-time
Seiso noun: counsel, advice
from: say-so
Sen noun: smell
from: scent
sen daun verb: put down, set down
from: send down
sen in verb: hear, listen
sen klir verb: release, set free, let go
from: send clear
sen op verb: send
from: send up
ses op verb: sleep with, have sex with
from: sex up
set daun verb: get down, stay down; give up
from: set down
set klin verb: belong
from: set clean
set of verb: be born
from: set off
set raun verb: wait, stand in place; make to wait or stand in place; (reflexive) study, apply oneself to
from: sit around
Setnes noun: watch (as a sentry or guard)
from: sit-ness
Sha phrase: yes
from: yeah
shak op verb: live, reside
from: shack up
Shanen adjective: happy
from: shining
sheid klin verb: shelter, protect
from: shade clean
Sheidgeda noun: night
from: shade-gathering
Sheidjus noun: Nightblood
from: shade-juice
shil op verb: protect, defend
from: shell up
Shilkru noun: guard (force)
from: shell-crew
shof op verb: be quiet
from: shut up
Shopta phrase: how are you
from: whatcha-up-to
shoun of verb: present
from: showing off
shoun raun verb: guide
from: showing around
Shouna noun: advisor
from: showing-er
Shuda noun: weapon
from: shooter
Sich noun: trouble
from: situation
sin daun verb: sit
from: sitting down
sin in verb: witness, watch
from: seen in
Sintaim noun: day
from: seeing time
Sis noun: sister
from: sister
sis au verb: help, assist
from: assist out
sis op verb: grab, take
from: ? up
Sisfou adjective: helpful
from: assist-for
Sishou noun: shore, seashore
from: seashore
Siva noun: ear
from: receiver
Skafa noun: hell
Skai noun: sky
from: sky
Skaifaya noun: star
from: sky-fire
Skaiflaya noun: medium-sized birds such as pigeons and jays
from: sky-flyer
Skaiglaida noun: large bird
from: sky-glider
Skaigona noun: predatory bird, bird used for hunting
from: sky-gunner
Skaikrasha noun: storm
from: sky-crasher
Skaikru proper noun: Sky People, Arkers
from: sky-crew
Skaipeka noun: small bird, as a sparrow or hummingbird
from: sky-pecker
Skaren noun: scar; also ‘skaron’
from: scarring; scar-one
Skat noun: boy
Skayon proper noun: Sky Person, Arker
from: sky-one
skech au verb: draw
from: sketch out
skiv op verb: creep on
from: skeeve up
skrab daun verb: write
from: scribe down
Skrish noun: shit
from: squish
skwed op noun: repay
from: squared up
Slak adjective: open
from: slack
slash klin verb: cut, slash (to kill)
from: slash clean
Sleng noun: language
from: slang
slip daun verb: (intransitive) fall, come (down); (transitive) slay
from: slip down
slip thru verb: fail
from: slip through
Slipen noun: fall
from: slipping
Slogen adjective: lazy
from: slogging
smak daun verb: knock down
from: smack down
smuch op verb: kiss
from: smooch up
Snacha noun: raccoon
from: snatcher
Snap adjective: fast, quick
from: snap
Snogon noun: loved one
from: snog-one
Sobwe noun: tunnel
from: subway
Sof adverb: softly, gently
from: soft
Som noun: something
from: something
Somines noun: pride
Somon noun: ?
son op verb: (transitive) dry (something)
from: sun up
Soncha noun: light
from: sunshine
Sonchageda (also Sonchgeda, Soncha Kapa) proper noun: the City of Light
from: sunshine-gather
Songplei noun: music
from: song-play
Sonraun noun: (one’s) life
from: sun-around
Sontaim noun: story
from: song-time
Sontam noun: summer (season)
from: sun-time
Sora noun: bird
from: dinosaur
Sou adverb: (emphatic) provides emphasis, typically on a copula or verb
from: so
Souda verb: (modal) must
Souda noun: drink (alcoholic)
from: soda
Soujon noun: journey, travels
from: sojourn
Soulou adjective: alone
from: solo
Spechou phrase: congratulations
from: special
spek daun verb: bow
from: respect down
Spichen adjective: lying
from: speeching
Spichen phrase: goddamn
from: speeching
Spika noun: mouth
from: speaker
spin raun verb: (transitive) dance; (reflexive) think, esp. meditatively
from: spin around
Splita noun: outsider, outcast
from: splitter
sponj au verb: drain
from: sponge out
Sprintam noun: spring (season)
from: spring-time
spun in verb: act in the capacity of a back spoon, be (someone’s) back spoon
from: spoon in
spun op verb: act in the capacity of a front spoon, be (someone’s) front spoon
from: spoon up
Spuna noun: one who participates in “spooning”
from: spooner
Stanop adjective: good
from: stand-up
Ste verb: (stative copula) be; used with adjectives; also used with verbs as a progressive marker
from: stay
ste daun verb: be dead
from: stay down
Stedaun adjective: dead
from: stay-down
Stedaunon noun: the dead, one who is dead, dead person
from: stay-down-one
Stegeda noun: village
from: stay-gather
Steiks noun: meat
from: steaks
stein klin verb: prove
from: stain clean
Stelt adjective: hidden
from: stealth
Steltrona proper noun: a mythical horse that no one can catch
from: stealth-runner
step au verb: make one’s move
from: step out
step klin verb: march
from: step clean
step op verb: step in, interfere
from: step up
Stepa noun: shoe
from: stepper
Stergeda noun: stairs, staircase, stairwell
from: stair-gather
sting in verb: (intransitive) burn, sting, smart
from: sting in
Stoda noun: start, beginning
from: starter
stomba raun verb: be awake
from: stomping around
stot au verb: start, begin
from: start out
Strada noun: plotter, schemer
from: strategy-er
Strat noun: plan
from: strategy
strech au verb: walk
from: stretch out
Strecha noun: walker, one who walks
from: stretcher
Strechplei noun: walk, walking
from: stretch-play
Strik adjective: small, little
from: streak
strik daun verb: reduce
from: streak down
Strikon noun: little one, small one
from: streak-one
Stringboba noun: puppet
from: string-bobber
Strisis noun: little sister
from: streak-sister
Stumucha noun: an utterly deplorable person
from: just-a-moocher
swap op verb: flank, surround
from: swap up
swega klin verb: swear, promise
from: swear-to-god clean
Swela noun: throat
Swima noun: fish
from: swimmer
Swis (also swison) noun: knife, blade
from: Swiss
Swison noun: blade
from: swish-one
Swolnes noun: swelling
from: swollen-ness
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60) Soldier of Fortune Inc
60) Title- Soldier of Fortune Inc
Year- 1997-98
Character- Christopher ‘CJ’ Yates
Synopsis- A special ops team made up of military specialists go undercover to thwart various baddies, in the name of the US of A.
Medium- Rip of a dodgy VHS copy
Entirety or episode?- Entirety
Overall verdict- SOF is what it is. It’s a 90s American Jerry Bruckheimer show about special ops soldiers, so don’t expect it to be particularly forward-thinking in terms of ‘foreigners’ or equality and diversity. It also covers some pretty dark themes, although most of the really bad stuff (torture etc) occurs off-screen. That said, it’s actually a lot better than most shows of the time period in terms of, well, not being a complete bag of poop. Whilst there are some huge nope moments (lesbians as a punchline, some really choice racist dialogue, numerous rape threat storylines, I could go on) it’s an easy watch, it’s fun and fast and has a cast of really likeable characters who you’ll grow to love (yeah, even Benny Ray, who’s a total dudebro.) It’s also cheesy af, which ups its fun quota by a huge amount. I enjoyed it a lot.
Screen time- Main character
Accent- Cockney (and occasionally Irish!)
Mark’s character- I may be biased, but CJ is by far and away the best thing about SOF. He’s another character that Mr S absolutely inhabits. It’s also nice that he’s probably the most uncomplicatedly nice character in Mark’s back catalogue – he’s a legit action hero. He’s also the comic relief, which means that he not only gets all of the best lines, but is also the most relatable. Also, the fact that he’s often portrayed (I think unfairly) as the most ‘cowardly’ or ‘the weak link’ also makes him the most nuanced and relatable character of the crew. His backstory with his brother is genuinely upsetting and Mr S puts in a typically excellent performance in a lot of very highly emotional scenes. In short, CJ is frankly adorable (despite being a badass ammunitions expert). He’s a chirpy cheeky chappy, enthusiastic, full of bravado and bullshit, always has a (terrible) joke ready (so the others can tell him to shut up) and is absolutely loyal and (almost) fearless in the face of danger. And he really, really hates Libyans.
Highlight- I’ve made copious notes, so there’s really too much to list here, but here’s a few.
CJ knows ‘every lyric of Fleetwood Mac’ (he’s also into Nine Inch Nails!)
CJ in Broken Play, dealing with PTSD. He looks absolutely terrified in the flashbacks and it’s devastating. How he cradles that gun because he’ll kill himself before they’ll take him alive again, oh my heart.
CJ “Do you like cake?” And he damn well baked that cake, too!
CJ spinning drumsticks at the start of ‘Collateral Damage’.
Teddy Bear’s Picnic: the earworm that won’t quit.
CJ building a defibrillator ffs and refusing to give up on Chance.
Honorary mention for Mother in ‘Hired Guns’ <3
Every time CJ starts to tell a joke and everyone tells him to shut up. “What was the punchline?” “You know I make it up as I go along.”
Every time CJ shows that he’s actually a whole league more intelligent than anyone gives him credit for.
Rewatch?- Yes, but I wish they’d release it on DVD to buy, as it’s impossible to find and the quality of the VHS rip I bought is dreadful!
Apologies for the quality of the caps!
#Mark Sheppard#Mark Sheppard 1997#Mark Sheppard 1998#Soldier of Fortune Inc#CJ Yates#Christopher Yates#Christopher 'CJ' Yates#RateMySheppard#mark sheppard's tongue#Mark Sheppard Soldier of Fortune#SOF Inc#SOF
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PLASKE: troll Valtin.
In which two assholes have a surprisingly long conversation.
[09:14] -- immaculateApathy [IA] began pestering voluntoldMilitia [VM] at 21:14 --
[09:14] IA: I see a fuchsia in the mire, and I wonder.
[09:14] IA: What kind is this one?
[09:14] IA: Are they some fluffy-headed starlet?
[09:15] IA: Some tragically pathetic aspiring politician?
[09:16] IA: Or are they just one of the other endless pieces of fodder trying to carve out some sort of meaning before they die in a particularly amusing fashion.
[09:17] VM: Oh, how droll!
[09:17] VM: No insul+s?
[09:17] IA: Drolle is my line name.
[09:17] IA: Don't wear it out.
[09:17] VM: No+ a weak winded gasp of wader righ+ +o my face?
[09:17] VM: or an allusion +o +he fac+ I have gill ro+?
[09:17] IA: I had gill rot once. It was a remarkably entertaining experience telling all the indigos that it would make them grow gills too.
[09:18] VM: Or +ha+ I'm louging on a chaise, complaining +ha+ a servan+ is five seconds +oo slow bringing me +ea?
[09:18] VM: Hah!
[09:18] IA: Obviously the servant was ten seconds too slow.
[09:18] IA: Get your line right.
[09:18] VM: Well isn'+ +ha+ a way +o scare people.
[09:18] IA: It's like you're not even fuchsia
[09:18] VM: And please. +en seconds - excuse me.
[09:18] IA: Maybe you're not!
[09:18] IA: Maybe you're a very, very ambitious maroon.
[09:18] IA: In which case: good for you!
[09:18] IA: We all need dreams in life.
[09:19] IA: I support your playacting one hundred percent.
[09:19] VM: Well aren'+ you a chuckle fuck? Do you play a+ being a seadweller or are you jus+ a par+icularly high indigo +oo busy snor+ing congealed faygo?
[09:20] IA: I had no idea I was speaking with such a charming individual. I'm legally indigo! Though I have to admit; for someone who called the cliches, you ARE quick to use them.
[09:20] IA: Why, just because I'm a clown doesn't mean I've ever touched faygo. Maybe I abhor it.
[09:20] IA: Maybe I set it all on fire and make the other clowns watch so I can take glee as they ruin their facepaint.
[09:20] VM: Maybe you're ba+hing in i+ righ+ now?
[09:21] IA: Maybe I am.
[09:21] IA: You have no idea.
[09:21] VM: How's +he yeas+ infec+ion going?
[09:21] IA: Swimmingly.
[09:21] IA: How are your fins?
[09:21] IA: Are they the kind that droop like they're weighed down?
[09:21] VM: Drooping in despair over my la+e +ea.
[09:22] IA: Or are they the kind that are short enough that they inspire crude jokes?
[09:22] IA: Your tea escaped for a better life.
[09:22] IA: As did the servant, probably.
[09:22] IA: Unless you're actually banging them on the side.
[09:22] IA: Maybe especially then they'd want to escape.
[09:22] VM: Oh, you know wha+ everyone says. +he size of +he fins indica+e +he size of +he bulge and all +ha+ jazz
[09:22] VM: And le+ me +ell you, mine?
[09:22] VM: Massive.
[09:22] VM: +hick and rigid. Some+hing +o admire.
[09:22] VM: My fins are in fac+, glorious.
[10:08] IA: would accuse you of lying, but no, go on. Just how /glorious/ are these supposed fins. Really go into detail, so I can picture it.
[10:08] IA: I don't have any of my own, and to be quite honest they've always seemed overrated.
[10:08] IA: Good target for attacks.
[10:08] IA: But who knows? Perhaps you can win me over.
[10:18] VM: Oh, if you insis+!
[10:18] VM: +he spin+es of +he fins are long, poin+y and rigid, wi+h jus+ +he perfec+ amoun+ of supple mea+ +o +hem +ha+ le+s you know i+'s alive. Hones+ly jus+ +hrobbing wi+h rich fuschia goo.
[10:19] VM: +he fin filamen+s +hemselves? Sa+in sof+! You jus+ can'+ s+op rubbing i+.
[10:19] VM: Such a rich, beau+iful +yrian color, absolu+ely gorgeous and royal and sensi+ive +oo.
[10:19] VM: +hey +wi+ch a+ every movemen+!
[10:19] IA: Now to find what fanfic you're stealing this description from!
[10:19] VM: +hey're jus+ gorgeous, I'm +elling you.
[10:19] IA: Clearly the author needs a lay.
[10:19] IA: Perhaps several?
[10:19] IA: An entire orgy.
[10:20] IA: If anyone can be found to supply it who won't bolt even if paid,
[10:21] IA: Are you writing tyrian fanfics, you rowdy individual?
[10:21] IA: Joining the halls of everyone who's ever done the same?
[10:21] IA: Well, at least it's not helm fanfic. I have no idea how anyone is interested in that.
[10:21] IA: All of it is terribly written.
[10:24] VM: Please, no one knows how +o wri+e helm fanfic.
[10:24] VM: 'I slipped my bulge in+o his por+' like who does +ha+?
[10:24] VM: Who even looks a+ a por+ and goes 'hmm, how absolu+ely ravishing!'
[10:24] VM: Awful, +errible.
[10:24] VM: Breaks immersion.
[10:24] IA: Ports wouldn't fit a bulge in the first place. No one knows anything about technology.
[10:24] IA: It's shameful.
[10:24] VM: My bulge has re+rac+ed so far in+o my body I now have a second nook like some sor+ of yellowblood.
[10:25] IA: So you're yellow, and not maroon.
[10:25] IA: What IS it like having two of so many things.
[10:25] IA: No two thinkpans, clearly.
[10:25] IA: But maybe you have other surprising additions.
[10:26] VM: Well I cer+ainly am digging +he +wo legs +hing!
[10:26] VM: Do you know how nice i+ is +o s+and and no+ +ee+er around?
[10:26] VM: Absolu+ely smashing.
[10:26] VM: I don'+ know why more people don+' have +wo whole legs.
[10:26] VM: Also, +wo arms?
[10:26] IA: four horns?
[10:26] VM: +his means I can click on new fanfic+ion a+ +he same +ime while i +ry +o pry my bulge ou+ of i+'s newfound nook!
[10:26] IA: or would that topple over your head.
[10:27] VM: +wo eyes are also grea+. I can look bo+h lef+ AND righ+ a+ +he same +ime!
[10:27] IA: You /can?/
[10:27] IA: Even with only one thinkpan?
[10:27] IA: I'm so very proud of you.
[10:27] IA: Have a biscuit.
[10:27] VM: +hank you, I +ried.
[10:27] IA: It's shaped like the fish you want to be and clearly read far too much fanfic about.
[10:27] VM: I+ was so difficul+ bu+ I was so de+ermined.
[10:27] IA: That does explain how you've survived this long.
[10:28] IA: sheer unrelenting determination against the looming cull fork.
[10:29] IA: like a mayfly, desperately trying to build a small dirt pile before it gets swatted.
[10:29] IA: Unless you actually have achievable, non-stereotypical dreams?
[10:30] IA: But I suppose that's too much to hope for.
[10:31] IA: A spark of inspiration? An understanding of a greater scope?
[10:31] IA: I doubt it.
[10:33] VM: Wha+ can I say? My goal in life is +o be +he mos+ de+ermined mayfly I can be!
[10:33] VM: Because +hen I can go and, oh, i don'+ know, make my dea+h coun+!
[10:33] IA: Somehow, I doubt you are actually that naive.
[10:33] VM: I can fly righ+ in+o your drink, righ+ as you're +aking a sip!
[10:33] VM: OR crawl down your s+raw when you're no+ looking
[10:33] VM: and +hen i'm si++ing +here, wai+ing for you +o sip.
[10:34] IA: Please, VM, this isn't the time or place to write more fanfiction.
[10:34] IA: I didn't consent to this.
[10:35] VM: Wha+, you don'+ wan+ +o suck me righ+ in+o your mou+h?
[10:36] IA: I'm so very sorry, VM, but I just don't find goo attractive.
[10:36] IA: You already lost this battle.
[10:36] IA: everyone is crying.
[10:36] IA: nobody will give you a victory lay.
[10:37] VM: Well isn'+ +ha+ a shame!
[10:37] VM: +ha+'s okay +hough, I s+ill spen+ my dea+h ruining your day by si++ing in your s+raw un+il you drank me.
[10:37] VM: Anyway!
[10:37] VM: Who +he fuck even are you?
[10:38] IA: My ancestor likes to call me 'the ultimate disappointment' but he's a very dreary fellow so I usually go by Plaske.
[10:38] IA: Do I get a name from you?
[10:38] IA: And no, yours for your bulge doesn't count.
[10:39] VM: Well he's no+ clever a+ all, is he!
[10:40] VM: You could be '+he +inies+ hin+ of fecal ma++er on a goa+'s anus'!
[10:42] IA: Not really. He's spent all the two thousand sweeps of his life doing paperwork.
[10:42] IA: He is really, truly, devastatingly boring.
[10:42] VM: Oh wha+ a bore.
[10:42] VM: Paperwork!
[10:42] IA: Also, I doubt he's ever been outside long enough to even see a goat.
[10:42] VM: Is i+ even in+eres+ing paperwork?
[10:44] IA: Look deep inside yourself - actually no, look shallowly inside yourself, the deep parts are something I do not need to see more of - and ask yourself if figuring out where to place pupa clowns in circuses is exciting.
[10:44] IA: That shouldn't take long to answer.
[10:45] VM: Well +ha+'s easy.
[10:45] VM: In +he lion pens.
[10:46] IA: Good answer, but unfortunately the Empire would complain.
[10:46] IA: They've decided we're so very indispensable.
[10:46] VM: Don'+ +ell me.
[10:46] IA: I don't see it. Just because some of us are gorgeous doesn't mean we're relevant to politics.
[10:46] VM: You man +he //concession s+ands.//
[10:46] IA: Oh, no, not me.
[10:47] IA: Though that would be fun.
[10:47] IA: I could collect a wonderful memory of all the facial expressions.
[10:47] IA: And I could probably make even the boring uniform look good.
[10:47] VM: I somehow doub+ i+!
[10:47] VM: POs+ pics!
[10:48] IA: You act like I just have it hanging in my closet! I have to go get one.
[10:48] VM: Well go on +here!
[10:48] VM: I'm wai+ing!
[10:49] IA: I'm looking, so shut that no doubt tentacle-mouthed face of yours.
[10:49] VM: I can'+! HOw am I supposed +o brea+he if I do?
[10:56] -- immaculateApathy [IA] has sent it'sshort.png. It's a shot of them - the phone clearly held by some other troll - in a popcorn outfit, which is black with red trim but boring, and also short on their 6'5 ass so that the shirt becomes a crop top and the pants only go partway down their legs. They're leaning on the counter, eyebrows raised. They have several piercings in - nose, two sets of earrings, and one eyebrow. It's a contrast to their immaculate paint and gold-threaded braids. --
[10:57] IA: And now I'm going to change out of this, because even though I'm getting a nice breeze it's so unstylish.
[11:00] VM: Oh is +ha+ so? Well aren'+ you a sigh+ for sore eyes.
[11:01] IA: I'm a known cure for all eye soreness and I don't even charge, even though I should.
[11:01] IA: Five caegers per look.
[11:02] IA: Do I get a picture of your no doubt mildly horrifying mug?
[11:02] IA: Or do I just get to imagine what kinds of diseases you have.
[11:02] IA: Or maybe you don't! We've established that you're a fanfic writer.
[11:02] IA: That sort hardly gets outside.
[11:03] VM: Mmm.
[11:03] VM: NO.
[11:03] VM: Le+'s keep up +he mys+ery!
[11:03] IA: Fine by me.
[11:03] VM: Bu+ I can assure you,I'm also a sigh+ for sore eyes and I should be charging more +han //you// ever could.
[11:03] IA: You're probably doing me a favor.
[11:03] IA: Aw.
[11:03] IA: You're trying to feel better.
[11:03] IA: That's how to do it.
[11:03] IA: Chin up!
[11:04] IA: Thank you for not cursing me with your visage.
[11:04] VM: So +ell me more abou+ yourself, Plaske!
[11:04] VM: WHa+ do you do?
[11:04] IA: Truly, I should be begging at your feet in gratitude.
[11:04] VM: Oh please, you fla++er!
[11:04] VM: I'm only doing wha+'s bes+ for +he world.
[11:04] IA: I'm a clown, nameless stranger. What do you think I do? Go on. Take a few guesses.
[11:04] VM: Why, I can'+ jus+ have you keel over and die a+ +he firs+ glimpse of me!
[11:05] VM: Oh, who knows...
[11:05] VM: Do you crea+e ar+isan faygos?
[11:05] IA: any sentence that contains 'artisan' and 'faygo' is automatically a lie.
[11:05] VM: Do you roll around on a unicycle playing fun and quain+ circus songs on your bagpipes?
[11:05] IA: Unless the phrase 'isn't ever' is between them.
[11:05] VM: Do you crea+e fake silicone gills +o go s+icking on your neck for pho+o ops?
[11:05] IA: I like the bagpipes but I can't play them.
[11:05] IA: Oh, those are real.
[11:06] IA: Look up the Wilhem line if you don't believe me.
[11:06] IA: We all have gills. Just no fins.
[11:06] VM: Oh really now?
[11:06] IA: Which as I've said is no loss as far as I'm concerned.
[11:06] VM: Do +hey even work?
[11:06] IA: Of course they work. What would be the point of them otherwise?
[11:06] VM: Decora+ion!
[11:07] VM: Some people like +o play a+ being edgy af+er all.
[11:07] IA: I'm quite a fan of decoration, but not the point of nonsense. That's for weak-minded, sadly try-hard nuisances.
[11:07] IA: I dance.
[11:07] VM: I can +ell!
[11:07] VM: How many piercings is +ha+ in your face now?
[11:07] IA: If you want to know what style, you get to tell me something about you.
[11:07] IA: Enough.
[11:08] IA: I won't answer anything else until you do.
[11:08] VM: Well wha+ do you even wan+ +o know?
[11:08] IA: That being - what's your name? A fake one, if you're such a coward.
[11:08] IA: I don't care.
[11:08] VM: Clearly you're +he mos+ in+eres+ing one amongs+ +he +wo of us.
[11:08] IA: Make it entertaining.
[11:08] VM: You've guessed every+hing abou+ me!
[11:08] IA: That goes without saying but I didn't start a conversation to go on about myself. If I want to do that I can talk to the popcorn merchant.
[11:08] IA: She's mute.
[11:09] IA: So make up something fun.
[11:09] VM: Don'+ you make fun of her, I'm sure she's swee+.
[11:09] VM: I can'+ make up some+hing fun.
[11:09] VM: I only have one pan.
[11:09] IA: I really can't tell, she can't talk and her eyes are all red.
[11:09] VM: I used i+ up +rying +o do some+hing I"ve already forgo++en wha+ i+ was.
[11:09] IA: It's interesting to guess what she's feeling.
[11:09] VM: Because my pan is jus+ +ha+ small!
[11:09] IA: But who knows.
[11:09] IA: Oh, please.
[11:09] IA: What am I going to call you then, VM? An internet handle as if you're a wriggler?
[11:09] IA: That's pathetic.
[11:10] IA: Oh! What if I call you Finfin.
[11:11] IA: Hardly creative, but suitable given you are far, far too excited about them.
[11:11] VM: Oh I +hink +ha+'s perfec+!
[11:11] VM: Finfin is a beau+iful name.
[11:11] VM: So now +ha+ you've go+ a name for me, wha+ sor+ of music do you dance +o?
[11:12] IA: I'm so worried about you, you know?
[11:12] IA: The same way a lusus worries about something they just killed.
[11:12] IA: It's already past saving.
[11:12] IA: But you still feel some vague concern.
[11:13] IA: That wasn't an answer, Finfin.
[11:13] IA: So: what do YOU do to pass your time.
[11:13] VM: Oh you know.
[11:13] VM: I like si++ing +here and remembering how +o brea+he!
[11:13] VM: Do you read, Plaske?
[11:13] IA: Only that?
[11:13] IA: My.
[11:14] IA: Do you also remember how to stretch?
[11:14] IA: Of course I read.
[11:14] IA: What do you like to read?
[11:15] VM: I'm afraid I've never learned how +o read!
[11:15] VM: I only have so much brain power.
[11:15] IA: Oh the tragedy of it all.
[11:15] VM: Are you someone who likes learning, Plaske?
[11:16] IA: If the information is interesting enough.
[11:16] IA: What do you like to learn?
[11:16] VM: Wha+ do you consider in+eres+ing?
[11:16] IA: What do /you?/
[11:16] IA: The 'I'm a simpleton' jokes are officially old.
[11:17] IA: they died screaming.
[11:17] IA: It was ugly.
[11:17] VM: Screaming and being sucked down a s+raw +o an unfor+una+e dea+h of a simple mayfly looking +o ruin a nigh+?
[11:17] IA: Oh not this again.
[11:17] IA: I may yawn.
[11:17] IA: Then where would we be?
[11:18] VM: I like his+ory!
[11:18] VM: HOw's +ha+ for an answer?
[11:18] IA: A breakthrough!
[11:18] IA: A poor one, but I accept it.
[11:19] IA: In that case - I do several styles of dance, but my preferred one is swing.
[11:19] IA: Let me guess; you like military history.
[11:19] IA: Unless your handle is merely an amusing lie.
[11:20] VM: Eh, mili+ary his+ory frequen+ly in+eresc+s wi+h my preferred +opic, however i+ is no+ wha+ I usually go ou+ looking for!
[11:21] IA: I like to read about other religions.
[11:21] IA: So what IS your preferred topic?
[11:26] VM: I specialize in poli+ics and poli+ical his+ory! So perhaps you were righ+ when we firs+ began +o +alk abou+ +he oh, poor ups+ar+ waders.
[11:26] IA: Oh, that was fluff to get you talking.
[11:26] IA: If you actually have /ideas/, I'm intrigued.
[11:27] IA: Spouting such a tired cliche sincerely is for people with no imagination.
[11:28] VM: Oh, well now +ha+'s a secre+!
[11:28] VM: I like +o keep my ideas +o myself!
[11:28] IA: Is it because they're really boring and you're being polite?
[11:28] VM: +ell me more abou+ you, Plaske.
[11:28] VM: You dance swing, is +ha+ righ+? Why do you do swing?
[11:28] IA: Because I like it. Do I need a deep reason?
[11:28] IA: Deep reasons are for people who spend far too much time looking at themselves in the mirror.
[11:31] IA: If I'm going to look at myself in the mirror, I had better have a good outfit on.
[11:32] IA: As for what I find interesting - anything out of the ordinary.
[11:32] IA: Like you, for example.
[11:35] IA: A fuchsia so shy talking about themself.
[11:35] IA: If you are fuchsia. But I can believe it.
[11:35] IA: If not, well, it doesn't matter.
[11:35] IA: You're amusing enough.
[11:40] VM: Any+hing ou+ of +he ordinary? Is +ha+ so?
[11:40] VM: Wha+ sor+ of +hings have you come across +ha+'s ou+ of +he ourdinary?
[11:40] VM: Is i+ a clown +ha+ uses blue on +heir face ins+ead of black and whi+e?
[11:40] IA: A few mutants. Please, that's not interesting.
[11:40] IA: We use all kinds of colors. That's old news.
[11:40] VM: Or are you +alking abou+ +hings your fellow honks would consider here+ical?
[11:40] IA: Heresy is such a drab word.
[11:41] IA: When an entire religion was founded on jokes, what is heretical?
[11:41] IA: Anything too serious?
[11:41] VM: Any+hing promo+ing som+hing no+ honky.
[11:41] IA: Mutants at least have something new to offer.
[11:41] VM: Wha+ sor+ of mu+an+s have you me+?
[11:41] IA: I had one with lovely green hair, telekinesis, and psychic powers.
[11:42] VM: Oh how quain+.
[11:42] IA: They got spirited away by someone else I quite enjoyed associating with, more's the pity.
[11:42] VM: Dual psionics is barely a mu+a+ion +hough, isn'+ i+?
[11:42] IA: Of course not, but they had bright green hair.
[11:42] IA: And they couldn't eat several things, it was quite curious.
[11:43] IA: There was also one who was quite impaired.
[11:44] IA: Not sure what happened to him, but I doubt it was anything good given he had faceted eyes and small pincers on the sides of his mouth.
[11:44] IA: Alas.
[11:45] VM: Brigh+ green hair is also subjec+ive.
[11:45] VM: Dye, probably!
[11:45] VM: +ha+'s no+hing in+eres+ing.
[11:45] VM: I've +alked +o a candy red blood once before, did you know?
[11:45] IA: Oh, it wasn't dye. It was entirely natural.
[11:46] IA: Really? Or are you mocking me.
[11:46] IA: If so, sporting attempt, 5/10 credit.
[11:46] IA: If true, I have to admit I'm jealous.
[11:46] IA: I'd like to meet one but I've never found any. It's so odd, none of them seem to ever come near a circus tent.
[11:47] IA: Truly mysterious.
[11:47] VM: I+'s +rue!
[11:47] VM: +hey were a swee+ +hing, if a bi+ odd.
[11:48] VM: A scien+is+, in +heir own righ+!
[11:48] IA: What were they a scientist of?
[11:48] VM: I'll admi+, I didn'+ believe +hey were candy red ei+her, I +hough+ +hey were jus+ a par+icularly brigh+ orangeblood.
[11:48] VM: Medicine!
[11:48] VM: No+ qui+e a doc+or, no, bu+ +hey s+udied medicine.
[11:50] IA: Interesting. Perhaps they used such knowledge to stay undetected.
[11:50] IA: Though if they allowed you to find out their blood color, they must have been at least somewhat careless.
[11:50] VM: Oh no, +hey were, wha+, kep+ by +he flee+?
[11:50] VM: Some sor+ of experimen+ or o+her.
[11:50] IA: Really!
[11:50] IA: I thought those were just rumors.
[11:50] VM: I never did manage +o +alk +o +hem again +hough.
[11:50] VM: Oh, no!
[11:51] VM: +he flee+ frequen+ly pulls mu+an+s +hey find 'useful' ou+ of +he culling pools, don'+ you know?
[11:51] IA: I mean, you /could/ be making it up, but I'm pretty sure you'd make it sound more exciting.
[11:51] VM: Bu+ you really have +o prove yourself for someone +o do +ha+.
[11:51] IA: and that does sound like the Empire.
[11:51] VM: Or, you know, in your case, jus+ be highblooded enough for +hem +o overlook gills!
[11:51] IA: After all, the Wilhem line is 'allowed' to exist because -
[11:51] IA: Hahaha.
[11:51] IA: I see we both thought of that.
[11:51] IA: Don't think I'm unaware of the double standard.
[11:52] IA: I find it amusing.
[11:52] IA: The Wilhems are 'allowed' to exist because assuming we cut our gills out, like my dear old ancestor -
[11:52] IA: - it's supposed to be a show of faith and a symbol of the dominance of the church.
[11:52] IA: And yet, that's so terribly boring.
[11:53] IA: Following what one's line has done, simply as a gesture of snivelling to some clown on a throne?
[11:53] IA: Please.
[11:53] IA: If the new Grand Highblood wants my gills so much, she can come tear them out herself.
[11:54] IA: Oh, look, you got me to give a little speech.
[11:54] IA: Good for you.
[11:59] VM: Huh! Wha+ a shame for you.
[11:59] VM: +ha+ mus+ make life so awful.
[11:59] VM: Did you know I me+ someone once jus+ like you?
[11:59] VM: Or well, +hey //say// +hey're jus+ like you.
[11:59] VM: +hey're a bi+ brigh+ +o be considered indigo, so you've go+ +ha+ on +hem!
[11:59] IA: If you think I let something as petty as that ruin my life, you are charmingly deluded.
[12:00] IA: My ancestor doesn't care enough to actually enforce it. And even if he tried, he couldn't.
[12:00] IA: Oh, yes, there are plenty of cusps running around.
[12:00] IA: I'm not surprised.
[12:00] IA: We have two others in my circus alone.
[12:00] IA: Though really I'm fairly certain Sacchi is just lying about being one. Not that it matters.
[12:00] IA: A seadweller wanting to be a clown is certainly novel.
[12:01] IA: So why not let her pretend she's merely a high indigo.
[12:01] VM: Wha+ do you +hink of o+her cusps +hen? Are +hey no+ 'in+eres+ing' enough +o you?
[12:02] IA: A few might be, but only if they actually acknowledge it instead of ignoring it and pretending it's some great shame or other.
[12:02] IA: Do we shame a maroon for being a bronze cusp? Hardly.
[12:03] IA: I am indigo, and yet, I can breathe underwater. I don't pretend I cannot. It's a useful skill.
[12:03] VM: Isn'+ i+?
[12:04] VM: I+'s very useful and i+'s always a shame +ha+ someone doesn'+ wan+ +o accep+ +ha+ par+ of +hemselves.
[12:04] VM: Al+hough, I can see why.
[12:04] IA: So you're one of the ones who actually does spend time in the water instead of clinging to land.
[12:04] IA: Really? I think it's just silly insecurity.
[12:04] VM: Mu+an+s or +rolls ou+ of +he 'norm' are usually culled or os+racized.
[12:04] VM: +he nail +ha+ s+icks up ge+s hammered!
[12:04] VM: And we, as a species, do like +o fi+ in.
[12:05] IA: If someone is so weak minded that they'll let disapproval like that do them in, then they hardly have much of a chance as it is.
[12:05] IA: Being true to oneself is worth so much more than the petty concerns of narrow minded trolls
[12:05] VM: Is i+ +ruly weak?
[12:05] VM: Or is i+ being smar+ abou+ surviving?
[12:06] IA: A fuchsia talks about smart survival? You ARE unusual.
[12:06] VM: Does i+ ma++er if you've s+uck +o who you are if wha+ you are +urns you in+o a cold husk in +he ground?
[12:06] IA: So you are willing to compromise.
[12:06] IA: Fascinating.
[12:06] VM: Hahaha, is +ha+ really so odd for one of my cas+e?
[12:06] IA: I've met a few fuchsias.
[12:07] IA: Most of them thought nothing of survival and everything of their glamorous futures.
[12:07] VM: And wha+ flowy dress +hey should wear +o impress +he o+her be++a fish +hey swim wi+h?
[12:07] IA: Though one was a little worthwhile. Too odd to be sensible, but sharper than the others. Though she was older, too.
[12:08] IA: Flowy dresses are vital.
[12:08] IA: Short dresses just aren't worth it.
[12:08] IA: There's no style.
[12:08] IA: No class.
[12:09] VM: Please, everyone knows simplic+y is bes+.
[12:09] VM: A nice, form fi++ing dress is always bes+, I'd say.
[12:09] VM: Sure, i+ doesn'+ flow like +he o+hers, bu+ i+ jus+ looks... be++er!
[12:09] VM: I+ really pu+s on display +he bes+ par+s abou+ +he +roll's looks.
[12:13] IA: Does your mind always go back to that in the end.
[12:13] IA: It's amazing how it moves in one giant, slow circle.
[12:14] VM: Wha+ can I say? I lose my +yrian cred if I don'+ +alk abou+ fashion once in a conversa+ion.
[12:14] VM: Do you know how awful i+ is +o earn +he cred back? We have +o wa+ch six seasons of +hose modelling compe+i+ion shows, bu+ only +he ones wi+h seadwellers, no landdwellers.
[12:18] IA: I always wonder where they find enough decent looking seadwellers to even fill those.
[12:18] IA: Though I have to say, I didn't mean clothes, I meant your /other/ preoccupation.
[12:18] IA: which really, I assume you knew, and went for that silly joke anyway.
[12:18] IA: tsk tsk, predictable.
[12:21] VM: I'm sorry, I have no idea wha+ you're +alking abou+, I jus+ can'+ read! I +hough+ we affirmed +ha+ earlier.
[12:21] VM: Bu+, you know, you never answered my ques+ion.
[12:21] IA: Which one? You asked me enough to fill a popcorn bag.
[12:21] IA: I answered several of them.
[12:21] IA: Even the boring ones.
[12:23] VM: Does i+ ma++er if you've s+uck +o who you are if wha+ you are +urns you in+o a cold husk in +he ground?
[12:23] IA: Oh, that one.
[12:23] IA: That's reasonably interesting. I suppose it's worth the time.
[12:25] IA: The answer is that I don't know.
[12:25] IA: I've never had to make that choice.
[12:25] IA: I've watched other people make it.
[12:25] IA: I wish I could have spoken to them before they died to find out.
[12:25] VM: If you had +o +hough, wha+ would you choose?
[12:25] IA: But alas, nobody ever thinks of that.
[12:26] VM: If your life was on +h eline, would you denounce who you were +o live ano+her nigh+?
[12:26] IA: Oh, probably. Depends on what kind of death I was being threatened with, though.
[12:26] IA: And how old I was at the time.
[12:27] VM: Wha+ abou+ righ+ now? You +urned +he corner and someone demanded you +o do i+ or you die?
[12:27] VM: And wha+, you're a clown, righ+? You're wi+h clowns?
[12:27] VM: So le+'s say you ge+ clubbed +o dea+h!
[12:27] IA: Oh, no, I just surround myself with people who wear facepaint for no reason.
[12:28] IA: Hmmm.
[12:28] IA: That would take an awfully long time and be very boring.
[12:28] IA: I suppose I would renounce.
[12:28] IA: I can always become someone else. That might be fun.
[12:29] IA: What would you do, Finfin?
[12:29] VM: Why would I choose any+hing o+her +han life?
[12:29] VM: Labels and lies are +emporary.
[12:29] VM: You know wha+ isn'+?
[12:30] VM: Dea+h.
[12:30] IA: I could argue that point, but that's all theoretical anyway. Generally it's permanent, true.
[12:31] IA: Unless you come back as a ghost, but from the lowbloods I've talked to, that hardly counts.
[12:33] VM: Exac+ly!
[12:33] VM: So your ideals of 's+icking +o who you are' seems a bi+ shor+sigh+ed, don'+ you agree?
[12:34] VM: Oh, sure, in a perfec+ world everyone can be wha+ +hey ac+ually are, bu+ ou+liers are looked down on and frequen+ly forced +o fi+ in.
[12:35] VM: +he hypo+he+ical of being culled if you don'+ conform is a bi+ of an exaggera+ion of wha+ mos+ +rolls run in+o, bu+ +he concep+ is +he same, don'+ you +hink?
[12:35] IA: Why should I agree? It's an ideal, not a life plan.
[12:35] IA: Silly Finfin.
[12:35] VM: If your life is easier by fi++ing in, why no+ go wi+h +he flow?
[12:35] VM: Ideals rarely work in +he real world.
[12:36] IA: Oh, I don't know, the ideal of 'the messiahs' will is for us to control the lowbloods with dreams and subjugation' works well.
[12:36] IA: Careful, there, you forgot what an ideal is.
[12:37] VM: Are you sure?
[12:37] IA: As a nice blanket statement, certainly.
[12:37] VM: If you fla+ ou+ goregle +he meaning of ideal, one of +he defini+ions are 'exis+ing only in +eh imagina+ion, desirable or perfec+ bu+ no+ likely +o become a reali+y'
[12:37] VM: +ha+'s no+ an ideal, +he messiah's will.
[12:37] VM: +ha+'s simply jus+ how +he world is.
[12:38] IA: Really, we're getting into goregle? How pedantic. Clearly you don't know doctrine.
[12:39] IA: According to it, we are all products of the messiahs' imagination. Literal crystallized ideas.
[12:39] IA: So it's a matter of perspective.
[12:39] IA: As impractical as an ideal may be, that doesn't mean it can't work.
[12:39] VM: Ideas and ideals are differen+!
[12:39] IA: Simply that in many scenarios it doesn't.
[12:39] IA: Are they so? Every idea has an ideal at the heart of it.
[12:40] IA: Some type of desire.
[12:40] IA: Some dream of how things should be.
[12:40] IA: I would know.
[12:40] IA: I make dreams.
[12:40] VM: Mm, no, I'll have +o kindly disagree.
[12:41] IA: Kind or unkind, it makes no difference to me.
[12:41] IA: Just don't be boring.
[12:41] VM: I have seen some people wi+h some really, really, //really// dumb ideas.
[12:41] IA: Of course.
[12:41] VM: WI+h no ideal a+ +he cen+er of i+ all, or even a desire on occasion.
[12:41] IA: And there are no dumb ideals?
[12:41] VM: I unders+and +he sen+imen+ you're ge++ing a+ +hough.
[12:41] IA: Silly Finfin.
[12:41] VM: Oh, +here are absolu+ely dumb ideals.
[12:42] VM: bu+ dumb ideas don'+ mean +here's a dumb ideal a+ +he cen+er of i+ all.
[12:42] IA: Perhaps, but it hardly matters if they can't work.
[12:43] VM: Maybe no+ in +he discussion of whe+her or no+ an idea can be good or bad, bu+ in +he discussion on wha+'s an ideal and wha+ isn'+, well. I+ hardly ma++ers, does i+?
[12:44] IA: It can always matter with the right perspective.
[12:45] IA: Though from mine at this moment, what matters most is signing off and doing some shopping. Ta for now, Finfin.
[12:45] -- immaculateApathy [IA] ceased pestering voluntoldMilitia [VM] at 00:45 --
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The Sound of Laughter of an Innocent Soul – Rey Solo
╰ ᴸᵒᶜᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ: 𝘽𝙚𝙘𝙘𝙖'𝙨 𝙄𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙 ( 𝙇𝙖𝙗 )
╰ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ᴵⁿᶜˡᵘᵈⁱⁿᵍ: 『 #Luna #Adria 』
╰ ᵀⁱᵐᵉ ᶠʳᵃᵐᵉ: ᴰᵘʳⁱⁿᵍ ᴾʰᵃˢᵉ ⁵
〄 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙈𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬 〄
‘Reivon!’ ( Raven! ) The voice sounded like a song on the whispering air all around me. I laughed, turning a full circle looking for the face of this voice. My eyes drifted up towards the bright blue sky, which brought the hum of the warm breeze with it. The clouds looked like balls of cotton, with the hint of calm with them.
‘Yu na't fig au Ai’ ( You can’t find me. ) Another giggle came from the side from within the tall grass, pulling my attention back down to the wild flowers and the scent of sweetness all around me.
“Ai na fig au Yu, jos hod op en ai op!” ( I will find you, just wait and see! ) I laughed, running towards the voice as the giggles turned into laughter.
‘Nou, nou Yu na't. Ai laik haden!’ ( No, No you can't. I am hiding! ), She laughed and squealed. However, this time I saw the fabric of her dress flowing over the body of the flowers and grass.
“Ai Ai op Yu, hei hod op gon Ai!” ( I see you, hey wait for me! ) I ran as fast as I could after her. Taking the jumps and leaps I needed to bypass the fallen logs, as I rushed up from behind her. “Nau yu laik Ain!!” ( Now you’re mine!) My laughter came out as my arms came around under hers and lifted her off the ground as we both spun. “Ogeda Ain” ( All Mine! ).
She screamed with laughter and it was the sweetest sound I could have ever heard. She didn’t fight me, and I swung her around and around, the both of us giggling as we gazed up to the sky, allowing ourselves to become lost in the moment, and the warmth of the happiness that was engulfing us both.
‘Hir Yu haden? ai don ste lufa au Yu Tu’ ( Here you hide? I was looking for you two ) #Luna’s voice broke through the laughter; however, we didn’t stop until the two of us fell into the tall grass, becoming lost from sight. She ran to join us, falling to the soft lush space beside us. ‘En dison laik ha Ai'd fig au Yu?’ ( And this is how I' find you? ) #Luna tried to scold us, however the soft curve of her lips told us we weren’t in trouble.
‘Sha, em 's krei sof en nulif hir.’ ( Yes, It's so soft and green here.) She giggled sitting up, reaching over to kiss my cheek and then #Luna’s. And then she jumped up and ran off to chase after flowers in the wind.
‘You are spoiling her.’ #Luna whispered as I sat up on my elbows to watch her playing.
“No, it’s not possible. How can I spoil such an innocent soul?” I laughed as #Adria leant down to smell the wild flowers and pick them. Her hair blowing into her face as she stood up once again.
‘She always wanted to know how it felt to dance and play in the meadows, but we had no green on the rig.’ #Luna’s voice was low as she too watched after the girl.
“Well, she is here now….” I laughed calling out. “Be careful Adria!” But she was too far to hear me. “Adria…. Adria…” As I called out her name, there was a sense of dread filling me from within. Where once the sunshine of happiness filled us, now a shadow of fear was consuming.
“Adria… Come back… Be careful there…” I couldn’t move from where I sat, I tried to pull myself up. But the more I tried the harder I felt something pushing me back down into the ground. “Adria!”
The sky above us turned to a shade of grey and then black. As I pulled my eyes from the girl whose laughter now turned into cries and screams. Droplets of rain started to fall all around me.
“Luna!” I turned to look, and she was gone.
A full circle around me was dry. But now #Luna was with #Adria, both fell to the ground as the black rain started to fall all over them. They screamed and cried. #Luna tried so hard to cover the girl as the acid rain ate it’s way through the clothes on their backs.
‘Reivon, kep klin Ai beja!’ ( Raven, save me please! ) #Adria cried out to me.
𝘕𝘰…. 𝘕𝘰… 𝘕𝘰…. I wanted to cry out and scream but words were nowhere to be heard. I crawled on my knees to the edge of the circle, but the invisible wall stopped me from reaching them.
“Not again, no…. Please… No!!! I can’t… Please… RUN!” I screamed…
〄 〄 〄 〄
I woke with a jerk and screamed out. “NO Adria… Luna… NO!!!” My arms were outstretched before me. my mind couldn’t recognise where I was and how I had gotten here. The meadow was gone, and I was…
“It… it… it was a dream?” My heart was racing in my chest as the sound of #Adria’s laughter filled my ears even now. “I didn’t save her!” Falling back into the chair of my workstation I must have fallen a sleep in. My body heaved as a sob broke from my throat.
“I didn’t save her…” The sound of laughter of an innocent soul had come back to haunt me.
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TV Guidance Counselor Episode 477: Sarah Sweeney
October 17-23, 1998
This week Ken welcomes writer, voice over royalty and fellow latch key New Englander Sarah Sweeney to the show.
Ken and Sarah discuss NYC, soul sucking, Providence, 24 hours emotional support food, Halloween, the 1998 Clinton Scandal, pre-cogs, horoscopes, Warped Tour, Suffolk Downs, betting on horses, Ken's annoying red phone, trying to get deals on cable, chained to bundles, getting a ton of v/o work, notable stuff you can't talk about, having never seen a Farrley Brothers movie, Brotherhood, where does Ally McBeal take place, Boston Public, Boston Legal, The Amazing Randi, Co-Star, weird tangents, smoking while voting, Scream, My So-Called Life, how great Senta Moses is, Angela Chase, Breaking Away, spending the Summer watching the movies you should have seen, Sammo Hung, America's Night of Heroes, Walker Texas Ranger, Chuck is his character, being extremely hot, XTREME sports, SOF: Special Ops Force with Dennis Rodman, Sister Sister, A Will of their Own, Victorian Times, Dharma and Greg, Joanna Kerns, Hallmark movies, working at Sci-Fi, Mad About You, Ken's Fraiser issues, being a smart mean kid, being better than this, the dehumanization of the 21st Century, the dissolution of decorum, the invention of 'tweens, marketing, ratings, Anne with an E, The Nanny, Conventions, scarred by ER, The Pee Wee Herman Show, Sabrina the Teenage Witch, Great American Drama, and the future of Limited Run Series.
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also im adding this because omg this was also very cute
#im loving asl brothers#im literally crying#this is stunning#maybe ill make this my new wallpaper#they look so happy#im 🥺🥺🥺#i need to protect them#asl brothers#portgas d. ace#monkey d. luffy#sabo#revolutionary sabo#ace one piece#luffy one piece#one piece#op#sof watches op
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THE ENTIRE CABAL HAS BEEN CAUGHT!!!!!!!! AND TRUMP WILL BE RE ELECTED📷📷📷
The Kraken has been released. The Kraken is SOF directed against domestic enemies who committed the election theft of 2020.
This Kraken is needed because the CIA was running a rogue ELECTION THEFT!!!! operation out of our US Consulate office in Frankfurt Germany starting Tuesday, November 3rd, 2020.
This is similar to the dozens of other election theft ops that the CIA has conducted in other countries around the world, very illegal then and now. Americans got a taste of what its like to be fraked by the CIA. Something many countries around the world already know.
The US Army command was ordered by DoD and Trump to go in to Frankfurt and seize the CIA's own servers as evidence of the theft.
The US Army did NOT raid Scytl's Frankfurt operation, that story is a ruse.
The US Army seized American servers. We own them. We retrieved our own servers from a rogue CIA Election Theft Operation (similar to Hammer/Scorecard). Now President Trump has the servers.
Trump watched in real time the theft of the midterm 2018 elections particularly in Southern California. He knows that Nancy Pelosi (40 years in office), Diane Feinstein (60 years in office) and Adam Schiff (20 years in office) have never won a fair election in their entire political career. All fraud, all cheating.
Trump knows California is RED Trump territory.
This news will bring down the CIA, FBI, all of the major news organizations Washington Post, New York Times, Wall Street Journal, all of the television media, ABC, CBS, NBC, CNN, FOX, all of the tech titans Facebook, Twitter and especially Google.
Foreign governments in Canada (PM Justin Trudeau), in United Kingdom (PM Boris Johnson), in France (President Emmanual Macron), in Germany (Chancellor Angela Merkel) and even the entire European Parliament will collapse.
Trump has encrypted calls of John Brennan and Chris Way commiting sedition.
Trump has encrypted communications between Speaker of the House Nancy Pelosi and Senator Chuck Schumer commiting sedition.
Trump has information proving that dozens of Congress people, Senators and Governors all around America have committed election fraud and sedition.
Trump has all the information and evidence needed to prove that CNN, FOX, Facebook, Twitter have all conspired to steal this election from the American people.
President Trump has all of this information.
How? Trump controls the NSA and the NSA has everything. Trump has everything because the NSA has everything.
BOMBSHELL INDEED!
Scytl is yet another company implicated in the Election Fraud of 2020.
Scytl = Psy Tel = Psychological Intel = CIA Front Company
(Smart-matic is the software used in Dominion. Dominion Voting Systems is used for elections in Canada, U.K. France, Germany and European Union Parliament)
The word 'Dominion' from Dominion Voting Systems is defined as total control over, no freedom.
Dominion Voting Systems corporate slogan: "Changing the Way People Vote"
Yup, they sure are.
Also note: The corporate logo for Dominion Voting Systems, please go take a look at their logo. It is a red paper ballot going into a box and a blue paper ballot coming out of the box. They are telling you right in front of your face that they are cheating!
CISA recently stated that "There is no evidence that any voting system deleted or lost votes, changed votes, or was in any way compromised. The November 3rd election was the most secure in American history."
What CISA is not telling you is that Dominion Voting Systems and Smart-matic both serve on the board of CISA's Executive Committee of the Election Infrastructure Government Coordinating Council (GCC) and the Election Infrastructure Sector Coordinating council (SCC). Both Dominion and Smart-matic are "organizing members" of the SCC.
Why are so many Dominion Voting Systems employees deleting their LinkedIn profiles? Over 100 employees have now deleted their profiles from that site. Further, why are so many of these employees based in Serbia?
Why is Dominion Voting Systems co-located with 'Tides' a George Soros organization both of which are headquartered in Toronto, Canada at the same building address of 215 Spadina Ave.?
Donald Trump tweets Nov.16, . 6.06 am
"Try Watching @ONAA. Really Great."
Why did President Trump tell his Twitter followers to watch @OANN (One America News Network)?
Because OANN broadcast an Electoral Map showing the real time election results from the seized CIA servers before the numbers were fixed for Biden:
Trump 410, Biden 128
Note: California, Minnesota, and Hawaii all went RED for Trump !
TRUMP WON!
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THE ENTIRE CABAL HAS BEEN CAUGHT!!!!!!!! AND TRUMP WILL BE RE ELECTED📷📷📷
The Kraken has been released. The Kraken is SOF directed against domestic enemies who committed the election theft of 2020.
This Kraken is needed because the CIA was running a rogue ELECTION THEFT!!!! operation out of our US Consulate office in Frankfurt Germany starting Tuesday, November 3rd, 2020.
This is similar to the dozens of other election theft ops that the CIA has conducted in other countries around the world, very illegal then and now. Americans got a taste of what its like to be fraked by the CIA. Something many countries around the world already know.
The US Army command was ordered by DoD and Trump to go in to Frankfurt and seize the CIA's own servers as evidence of the theft.
The US Army did NOT raid Scytl's Frankfurt operation, that story is a ruse.
The US Army seized American servers. We own them. We retrieved our own servers from a rogue CIA Election Theft Operation (similar to Hammer/Scorecard). Now President Trump has the servers.
Trump watched in real time the theft of the midterm 2018 elections particularly in Southern California. He knows that Nancy Pelosi (40 years in office), Diane Feinstein (60 years in office) and Adam Schiff (20 years in office) have never won a fair election in their entire political career. All fraud, all cheating.
Trump knows California is RED Trump territory.
This news will bring down the CIA, FBI, all of the major news organizations Washington Post, New York Times, Wall Street Journal, all of the television media, ABC, CBS, NBC, CNN, FOX, all of the tech titans Facebook, Twitter and especially Google.
Foreign governments in Canada (PM Justin Trudeau), in United Kingdom (PM Boris Johnson), in France (President Emmanual Macron), in Germany (Chancellor Angela Merkel) and even the entire European Parliament will collapse.
Trump has encrypted calls of John Brennan and Chris Way commiting sedition.
Trump has encrypted communications between Speaker of the House Nancy Pelosi and Senator Chuck Schumer commiting sedition.
Trump has information proving that dozens of Congress people, Senators and Governors all around America have committed election fraud and sedition.
Trump has all the information and evidence needed to prove that CNN, FOX, Facebook, Twitter have all conspired to steal this election from the American people.
President Trump has all of this information.
How? Trump controls the NSA and the NSA has everything. Trump has everything because the NSA has everything.
BOMBSHELL INDEED!
Scytl is yet another company implicated in the Election Fraud of 2020.
Scytl = Psy Tel = Psychological Intel = CIA Front Company
(Smart-matic is the software used in Dominion. Dominion Voting Systems is used for elections in Canada, U.K. France, Germany and European Union Parliament)
The word 'Dominion' from Dominion Voting Systems is defined as total control over, no freedom.
Dominion Voting Systems corporate slogan: "Changing the Way People Vote"
Yup, they sure are.
Also note: The corporate logo for Dominion Voting Systems, please go take a look at their logo. It is a red paper ballot going into a box and a blue paper ballot coming out of the box. They are telling you right in front of your face that they are cheating!
CISA recently stated that "There is no evidence that any voting system deleted or lost votes, changed votes, or was in any way compromised. The November 3rd election was the most secure in American history."
What CISA is not telling you is that Dominion Voting Systems and Smart-matic both serve on the board of CISA's Executive Committee of the Election Infrastructure Government Coordinating Council (GCC) and the Election Infrastructure Sector Coordinating council (SCC). Both Dominion and Smart-matic are "organizing members" of the SCC.
Why are so many Dominion Voting Systems employees deleting their LinkedIn profiles? Over 100 employees have now deleted their profiles from that site. Further, why are so many of these employees based in Serbia?
Why is Dominion Voting Systems co-located with 'Tides' a George Soros organization both of which are headquartered in Toronto, Canada at the same building address of 215 Spadina Ave.?
Donald Trump tweets Nov.16, . 6.06 am
"Try Watching @ONAA. Really Great."
Why did President Trump tell his Twitter followers to watch @OANN (One America News Network)?
Because OANN broadcast an Electoral Map showing the real time election results from the seized CIA servers before the numbers were fixed for Biden:
Trump 410, Biden 128
Note: California, Minnesota, and Hawaii all went RED for Trump !
TRUMP WON!
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