#squad automatic weapon

[tacticalphotography]

#m27 #m27iar #squad automatic weapon #suppressive fire #gunsofinstagram #guns #firearms #weaponry #combat #guns and ammo #tactical #tacticool #hecklerandkoch #heckler & koch #416 #m4 #assault rifle

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Army Rifle Squad / Republic of Korea (South Korea) 21st Century (2020-Present)

#south korea #army rifle squad #automatic rifle #machine gun #weapons #south korean #21st Century #Arms #firearms #heavy weaponry

[artbyblastweave]

Still playing Skyrim. And I’m interested to report that the game is actually better than I remember, on balance. But I’m kind of fascinated by what’s going on with Lydia, mechanically and narratively.

Lydia is the first follower who gets shoved in your face just by virtue of following the main quest. There are others you can pick up earlier, but not without finishing errands (for Faendal and Sven), by forking up a pretty big chunk of change for the early game by hiring Janessa, or by going out of your way in some other manner. If you’re completely new to the game and you’re just powering through the main story as it’s presented, she’s the first option for a follower that the game highlights for you in giant blinking neon lights. And as a quest reward, she’s mechanically kind of a godsend at that point in the story; a doubling of carry capacity, an excellent meat shield and distraction, a way to extract utility from weapons and armor you don’t want to use yourself. More subjectively she provides the impression of a stalwart ally or companion in what can be a very lonely worldspace to exist in. There’s very little reason not to take her with you, and once you have her, the majority of companions being equal, there’s very little reason to get rid of her until she stops level scaling.

Despite the mechanical utility Lydia provides at a crucial point, and the resultant likelyhood that you’ll haul her along for the ride, she’s only a couple steps up from the companion cube. She has no specific, non-fungible impact on the narrative beyond demonstrating Jarl Balgruuf’s favor. Her deferral to you is automatic; if someone is actively paying her a salary to help you defile graves, cut deals with every deity on the continent and invade the afterlife, it sure as hell isn’t you. It isn’t clear what her gig under Balgruuf was before she was assigned to you. She has no personal narrative. She has no personal side quest. One of her biggest inklings of personality is when she expresses vague dissatisfaction with being treated as a pack mule, but then she does it anyway.  She’s party to world-shaking events and political upheavals, but she’s present purely in her capacity as your appendix, so reality simply treats her as your plus-one. 

She’ll block doors you’re trying to get through, and she’ll get mad at you if you push her out of the way. She’ll charge into battle or set off traps while you’re trying to sneak. She’ll microaggress you with stock Nord dialogue while pulverizing your enemies, a plurality of whom are also Nords. She’ll distract bosses long enough to buy you breathing room for a healing spell or a potion. You’ll kill her by accident with an ill-timed area-of-effect spell, roll your eyes, and, ultimately, probably reload your save. Because she might only be a couple steps up from a companion cube, but the whole gag with the companion cube is how ridiculously low the threshold is for the audience to get genuinely attached to something in a video game. A thin character invites apophenia. Behaviors that are purely downstream of dev thoughtlessness will still imply character traits if taken at Watsonian Face Value. In this case, inexplicable undying loyalty, reserved comments on impressive landmarks, and comical stoicism in the face of some of the weirdest events it’s conceptually possible to encounter.  So here’s to weird, underbaked companions in Bethesda Games, and everything we can project onto the void they provide. And Here’s to that related genus of character- units in squad-based tactics or management-sim games with permadeath mechanics who last long enough and accumulate enough equipment, skill points, etc. that they become your Special Little Guy despite otherwise lacking any deliberate character traits.

#thoughts #meta #skyrim #the elder scrolls #elder scrolls #TES #lydia #skyrim lydia

[humansofnewyork]

(34/54) “The revolution officially ended on February 11th, 1979. The military announced that they would no longer resist, and Khomeini’s forces took control of the weapons. That morning a bullet came through our window and landed in the wall above our bed. The country became like a house in an earthquake. Everything was scattered and there was nowhere to hide. The streets were barricaded with big bags of sand. Behind them were men holding automatic weapons. The executions began on the roof of the same school building where we had met. First the generals were executed. A few days later it was the Prime Minister. Then several powerful members of parliament. Khomeini would walk out afterward to inspect the bodies. Our house was next to the prison where former members of the king’s government were being held. Every morning we’d wake to the sound of the firing squads. Gordafarid was ten years old at the time. She was scared by all the gunfire, so at night I’d read to her the story of her namesake: Gordafarid from Shahnameh. When the men refused to fight, Gordafarid tied her hair beneath her helmet. She loaded an arrow into her bow. And she rode out from the castle to face the enemy alone. She stopped just short of the enemy lines, and she roared. She roared like thunder! ‘Where are your champions? Who would dare to fight me?’ Only the enemy commander had the nerve to answer her challenge. With fury they fought. The battle burned, the rain of arrows, the spark of swords. Neither champion could strike a fatal blow. Then in the heat of the battle Gordafarid’s helmet was knocked to the ground. Her face shone like the moon. And her hair, her hair was worthy of a crown. The commander was stunned. A woman! It was a woman! He turned to his men, and screamed: ‘If the Iranians have women such as these, who would dare? Who would dare to face them?” 

۲۲ بهمن ارتش اعلام بی‌طرفی کرد. نیروهای خمینی جنگ‌افزارها را در اختیار گرفتند. بامداد آن روز گلوله‌ای از پنجره وارد اتاق‌مان شد و بر دیوار بالای تخت‌مان افتاد. کشور بسان خانه‌ای هنگام زمین‌لرزه‌ شد. همه چیز پراکنده و پخش شده بود و جایی برای پنهان شدن نبود. خیابان‌ها با کیسه‌های بزرگ شن سنگربندی شده بودند. پشت این سنگرها مردانی با اسلحه‌های خودکار ایستاده بودند. اعدام‌ها از پشت بام ساختمان مدرسه‌ای که با خمینی دیدار کرده بودیم، آغاز شد. ابتدا ژنرال‌ها اعدام شدند. پس از چند روز نوبت به وزیر امور خارجه رسید. سپس دو رئیس و چند نماینده‌ی مجلس. پس از هر دور اعدام، خمینی به پشت‌بام می‌رفت و جسد‌ها را بررسی می‌کرد. خانه‌ی ما کنار زندانی بود که دولتمردان رژیم شاه در آنجا زندانی بودند. هر بامداد با صدای تیراندازی بیدار می‌شدیم. در آن زمان گردآفرید ده‌ساله بود. او از صدای تیراندازی‌ها می‌ترسید، بنابراین شبها داستان گردآفرید را از شاهنامه برایش می‌خواندم. هنگامی که مردان از جنگیدن بازماندند، گردآفرید موهای بلندش را زیر کلاه‌خودش پنهان کرد و به تنهایی به رویارویی با دشمن به بیرون دژ سپید شتافت. در نزدیکی سپاه دشمن ایستاد. کمانش را در آورد. تیری از تیرکش بیرون کشید، و خروشید! بسان تندر خروشید: به پیش سپاه اندر آمد چو گَرد / چو رعد خروشان یکی ویله کرد / که گُردان کدامند و جنگ‌آوران / دلیران و کارآزموده سران. آنجاست که سهراب اسب خود را زین می‌کند و نبردی سهمگین میانشان درمی‌گیرد. نبردی سوزناک. بارانی از تیرها. درخشش شمشیرها. ولی هیچ‌کدام نمی‌توانند ضربه‌ی کُشنده‌ای وارد کنند. سپس در اوج نبرد کلاه‌خود گردآفرید بر زمین می‌افتد. چهره‌اش بسان خورشید می‌درخشد. و موهایش رها می‌شوند، موهایی سزاوار و درخور تاج. سهراب شگفت‌زده می‌شود. رو به سوی مردانش می‌کند: شگفت آمدش، گفت از ایران سپاه / چنین دختر آید به آوردگاه / سواران جنگی به روز نبرد / همانا به ابر اندر آرند گَرد

[ynbabe]

Lockwood & Co. Incorrect quotes, pt.6

Before Lucy 

Y/n: It’s quick, it’s easy, and it’s free: pouring river water in your socks! Anthony: Why would I do that? Y/n: It’s quick, it’s easy, and it’s free!

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*The Squad is eating dinner* George: Can you pass the salt? Anthony: *throws Y/n across the table*

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George, after Anthony did something stupid: You should have realised, Anthony, if Y/n didn't kill you, I would have.

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Y/n: When will Ted himself...finally show up to the talk? Anthony: The final boss. George: You guys know TEDtalks stands for technology, entertainment, and design talks, right? Y/n: I will not let Ted hide behind these lies any longer!

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Anthony, in love: How do you do that? Y/n, after having done something dumb: I'm fearless. George, having introduced the idiots and now regretting it: When we were kids, I saw you run from bees. You flailed around and tripped over a chair. It was both hysterical and sad. Y/n: I'm mostly fearless.

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Y/n: My aesthetic is "would be sentenced to the chair by DEPRAC."

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Y/n: Who hurt you? Anthony, always on the edge of a mental breakdown: *snorting* What, do you want a list? Y/n, pulling out ALOT of iron/silver weapons: ...Yes, actually.

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Anthony: Why would you think any of this was a good idea?! Y/n: Probably because I’m a dangerous sociopath with a long line of violence. Anthony: Oh... George, from across the room: *from across the room* I don’t understand how you keep forgetting that.

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Y/n: It’s not gonna work, I’m not a snitch. George: Fine, let's try something else. Tag a friend you recently committed a crime with. Y/n: Lmao, @Anthony.

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Anthony: I hate you. Y/n: Well, according to this picture I drew of us holding hands, that is untrue.

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Anthony, after a fight with Y/n: The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was changing her name to Y/n.

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Y/n, grave-robbing: I’m going to hell. Anthony, there for a case: Probably. Y/n: I'll pick you up? Anthony: *nodding* Carpool.

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Anthony, pissed : Y/n! I thought you were dead! Y/n, back after running away for a year: No, just in deep cover. Anthony, about to lose his mind: ...But it was an open casket. Y/n, little scared now: It was very deep.

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Y/n: Hold on, I can explain! Anthony: Really? Can you now? Y/n: I can if you give me a minute to think of a convincing lie.

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Since Lucy

George, trying to joke: Hey, Joe said he's coming over this afternoon. Y/n, expecting a ‘delivery’: Cool. George: Do you know who Joe is? Y/n: JOE MAMA! Anthony, not even looking up from his phone: Damn, that backfired.

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Y/n, just back home: Do you cook? Lucy: I made a cake once. Anthony: Yeah, it was good. Lucy: Really? Anthony: Don’t make me lie twice, Luce.

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Y/n, back from sneaking around for state secrets: Anthony! For the love of god, please turn down that music. I have a hangover. Anthony, pissed at her: *blasting the mii theme at full volume* That sounds like a you problem, not a mii problem.

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Anthony: For most of human history, vehicles had automatic collision avoidance and could even take you home if you were asleep or drunk. But then we got rid of the horse. George: You complete moron. You stupid fucking idiot. "Cars would be better if they could bite and shit" – that was you just now, dumbass. George: "Wouldn't it be cool if cars could piss? Wouldn't it be cool if cars could fuck?" Fuck off. Y/n: It would be cool if cars could fuck. Lucy: We... We still have horses.

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Anthony, to Y/n, since they’re sharing a room,: I'm leaving for the weekend, so I hid 100 dollars in your side of the room for food. Clean your side and you will find it.

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Lucy: It’s funny how well you and George get along. Didn’t they hate you at first? Y/n: George hates everybody at first. It’s their way of reaching out to people.

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Y/n: I just found out from Lucy today that when I ‘died’ and George threw my weapons in the grave, Anthony said, “You should aim one at the coffin to be sure.”

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Y/n: I give up. I am so tired. George: Get the emergency supply! Lucy: *carries Anthony and throws him in front of Y/n* Anthony: *smiles* Y/n: AND I AM BACK BABY, LET’S GOOO

#anthony lockwood #anthony lockwood x reader #lucy carlyle #George Karim #lockwood & co #x reader #lockwood x reader

[steamroller88]

President Potato won’t visit the his border disaster. Trump goes there and gives a speech in front of a M249 SAW(Squad Automatic Weapon) machine gun. Potatoes lights are on, but no one’s at the wheel…..

[katyaromanoffpetrova]

Our goddess and savior: Natasha Romanoff

Katya is good at ending up in bad situations. Natasha is good at getting her out of them.

• Natasha Romanoff x Fem!OC • Wordcount: 1.7k • Warnings: descriptions of gore and an execution This is part of my series where I post small scenes I've written over the years that have never seen the light of day because they didn't fit into the story the way I wanted them to Masterlist

Do not repost my work as your own or translate my work!!

A/N: this one is for you @milfs69420

2010

Katya's wrists ached where the rope cut into them, a wooden pole digging into the valley between her shoulder blades. She tried to feel for the small knife hidden in the sleeve of her mission suit, but they'd successfully managed to strip her of all her weapons. There was nowhere to go, and her muscles were aching as she used the pole to keep herself up.

Fuck this mission. And fuck herself for messing it up once more. 

Maybe Natasha was right and she really was the worst best spy ever. Somehow, she always walked out with the correct information or the right person's heart pierced by her knife. But it was always after almost dying or getting hurt.

Right now, Katya found herself on the other side of a firing squad. About ten men patiently awaited orders to empty the magazines of their automatic weapons into her body. Behind them, a hundred more from their shitty organization gathered to watch the whole thing happen, like pathetic little sheep.

They were using her for propaganda and a demonstration of power. How nice. 

''Look,'' Katya sighed exasperatedly, using her last bit of energy to cover up her dread. If she was going out, she was going out with sass. ''I know I'm pretty, my girlfriend says so, but is the display really necessary?'' 

God, she could really use Natasha right about now, mere moments away from a possibly very shitty death. Imagine getting delivered back to SHIELD with hundreds of bullet holes in her body. 

A wave of guilt nearly brought her to her knees. That would leave her gorgeous girlfriend traumatized for sure.

''Yes.'' A short man in front of her answered. He barked orders at the firing squad earlier. Now he was slowly pacing back and forth, waiting for something. Katya wasn't sure what. His French accent annoyed her. ''You're an example.''

''Of beauty?'' She feigned an exaggerated smile. ''Thanks.''

''No. Of idiocy.'' He scoffed, stepping up to her. His creepy little eyes traveled up and down her body in disdain, as if he was bitter he didn't get to shoot her himself. ''Thought you were one of the best. The Ghost.'' 

Katya wasn't backing off—not that she could. She squinted at him when she spat out her code name. ''Yeah, well, I have a reputation of messing up.''

''Clearly.'' He smirked when he heard someone coming up to him, stretching out his arm to receive something. ''So, this is you paying the price for it.''

Dread swirled in Katya's gut as she watched him fiddle with the mysterious thing in his hand. He'd turned around and walked back to his men, so it wasn't clear what it was, but she had a bad, bad feeling about it. Worse than her upcoming death. ''What's that?''

Smugly, the man turned around, lifting and pointing the object at her. It was a video camera. ''I am going to film this, if that's alright with you? Give your friends something to remember you by.''

All the blood drained from Katya's face at once. Gone was her attitude.

She could handle dying. And she was pretty sure Fury would shield Natasha from ever seeing her destroyed body. But if this shitty little man got her death on video, he would dangle the footage over Natasha's head and use it to absolutely destroy her soul. 

Katya could handle dying, but she would not drag her girlfriend along with her.

''No. Don't,'' she said firmly, her whole body on edge. She wanted to snatch that recorder from his hand and throw it so hard against a wall that it shattered in a million pieces. But she was helpless, tied to this godforsaken wooden pole like a witch in the seventeenth century.

The man's smirk widened. ''Oh, someone's getting queasy.''

Katya's fingers curled into fists to keep her fearless composure. ''You can kill me all you want, but don't put it on tape. That's really not necessary.''

''Too bad.'' Slowly, he backed up, until he stood between the row of shooters. He was enjoying it, this asshole. He knew he had her on the edge of desperation. ''Any last words?'' When the red light on his recorder started to flicker, Katya knew it was too late.

''None meant for you.'' 

Defeated, accepting of her upcoming fate, she closed her teary eyes, leaning her head back against the pole. 

Death was fine by her. That wasn't the part she feared. But all Katya could think about was the people she'd leave behind. People who would actually care if she was gone now. 

Well, just one person, actually. Natasha. How heartbroken she'd be. She would never let another person get close again, give up on love forever. Maybe she'd run from the pain, give up on everything good she was achieving with SHIELD. All that growth, everything that made her into a human being again, gone. 

In this moment, though, there was nothing else to do but accept the situation. Dozens of soldiers, tightly tied to a pole, defenseless; Katya was stuck and utterly hopeless. 

''Guns ready!''

Nat, I love you. It's the only thing she could think of. I love you, I love you, and I'm so sorry I'm leaving you again. Please, forgive me. 

''And—''

His voice got cut off by a choking sound.

Katya's eyes flew open, disoriented and confused. Her heart raced in her chest as she followed the noise of the video recorder shattering on the floor to the man from before. 

A knife sat deeply lodged in his throat. Blood sprayed out of his artery, his mouth wide open as he fruitlessly clawed at his neck. But there was absolutely no fixing this. His knees instantly gave out, and in a mere five seconds, he was as dead as they could be.

Frantically, Katya looked around for the thrower, her savior. Although from the precision with which that knife was thrown, it could only be one person. The only one almost as good as her. 

The realization made her laugh, and she dropped her head back against the pole once more. This time with a wide smile on her lips. 

''Always the dramatic entrance, darling!''

Like she was in the walls, Natasha's chuckle echoed all around. The dozens of aimless men in front of Katya were spinning hopelessly in their spot, raising their guns, trying to find her, but Natasha was nowhere to be found. The shadows loved her as much as the setting sun loved her orange hair. 

A horrifying humming filled the space, a slow tune which made neckhairs rise and skin crawl. Something straight out of a horror movie. ''You look so pretty tied up, baby.''

Despite the situation, Katya felt her smile morph into a sly smirk. She shifted restlessly, eager to get out of these ties now that rescue was near. ''Then why don't you come down here and help yourself?''

''I am here, baby.''

She jumped six figurative feet in the air, her wrists painfully sliding across the rough wood from the pole. Natasha's voice sounded from right behind her, where she had never expected it. ''Jesus!''

''Close your eyes,'' Natasha muttered, her mouth close to Katya's ear.

''Why—'' A loud shriek left her lips. The sound of a million gunshots bounced off the walls of the warehouse, amplified by the bare concrete and metal support beams holding the place up. It was deafening. If it weren't for the hands covering her ears, Katya feared she may have had a ringing in her ears for a week. 

Her eyes closed all on their own as—what must be—SHIELD STRIKE teams laid down fire upon everyone in the room. Natasha must have brought them with her when she realized what the situation was like. Katya recognized an execution when she heard one. She couldn't say she hated this one. Something about karma. 

The noise abruptly died out. Safe for some rattling of empty bullet shells, the warehouse was completely silent after Natasha took her hands away. The dozen, quick-moving, heavy footsteps that moved in on the very dead crowd were mere whispers compared to the thunderstorm from before.

Natasha sighed, stepping in front of Katya with a disappointed yet amused shake of her head. It was probably the near-death experience, but Katya had never seen anything more beautiful than this. Was this what religious people saw when Jesus came to them in a dream? ''You really did it this time. A firing squad.''

Katya grinned, trying not to focus on all the dead bodies behind her girlfriend. The relief she felt was indescribable. Natasha saved her life once again. ''Impeccable timing, honey.''

''I let you sweat a bit. Was here, like, fifteen minutes ago.'' Natasha shrugged, pulling another knife from her thigh to cut the rope with. 

She pretended not to see the murderous glare Katya sent her as she disappeared behind her again, because that was such a dick move, to try and teach her a lesson by almost letting her get murdered. It wouldn't even work, because Katya just kept ending up in these situations, even if she tried to be more careful. Especially then.

''Hey, what were you thinking about right before I treated that guy to my knife?'' Natasha knowingly asked as she cut away at the rope around Katya's wrists. ''You had that frown on your face.''

They both knew she did that dramatic mental goodbye, but Katya refused to give in to the teasing. Relieved, she brought her hands to her chest when they were freed, rubbing her raw wrists. ''Thinking about the chicken I had for dinner. It was very good.''

''Mhm,'' the redhead hummed skeptically. She returned to Katya's front to cut away the rope around her ankles, tossing her hair over her shoulder before she crouched down.

''And about how sexy you look in your mission suit.'' Katya's eyes lit up, risking everything by staring at Natasha's cleavage while the woman had a very sharp knife very close to her Achilles heel. This top view just did wonders for her chest. ''By the way, that knife and the psycho tint after? Incredibly hot.''

Natasha smirked, her gaze flickering up to Katya's. ''I thought you'd like it.''

Like? Katya had nearly crumbled on the spot. ''Baby, I think once you cut me loose, my knees might give in on me.'' She chuckled humorlessly.

Somehow, Natasha looked excited by that fact. ''I'll have to carry you then.''

#katandnat #forgotten ghost series #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x fem!oc #natasha romanoff fanfiction #natasha romanoff angst #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanov #black widow #marvel #wlw #lesbian

[welldonekhushi]

Call of Duty OC: Katya Kovalevskaya 🌹

An updated bio sheet of Katya! The last one felt like it was straight Wiki format style, but doesn't really explain her character properly, I also added some changes to her character as well so, here you go! <3

GENERAL:

Name: Katya

Full name: Yekaterina Viktornovna Kovalevskaya

Codename: "Katyusha"

Alias(es): Lady of Death (by the Red Army), Mama Katya (by her soldiers), Der Russische Leutnant (by the Germans)

Age: 32 years old (Call of Duty: World at War), 58 years old (Call of Duty: Black Ops), 70 years old (Black Ops: Cold War)

Gender: Female

Nationality: Russian

Languages spoken: Russian, German (for intelligence purposes), English

Date of birth: June 15, 1916

Place of Birth: Ural Mountains, Imperial Russia

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Martial Status: Single

Occupation: Senior Lieutenant and Sniper of the Red Army (retires after the events of the first Black Ops)

Status: Active

Rank: Senior Lieutenant (1942), Lieutenant Colonel (1945)

Affiliation: Red Army, CIA (briefly)

Universe: Call of Duty: World at War, Call of Duty: Black Ops, Black Ops: Cold War (alternative AU)

Faceclaim: Anna Chipovskaya

Song: "Katyusha" by Boris Alexandrov

Biography: Yekaterina, commonly known as Katya joins the Red Army for the service of the Soviet Union to avenge her parents death under the hands of German forces. While defending her country amidst the raging Second World War, she faces tremendous amounts of obstacles and barriers in her life which often try to make them as her weakness, but the woman was sworn to take her last breath in achieving one goal with her comrades — and that was liberating Berlin.

AFFILIATIONS:

3rd Shock Army (Red Army)

Sergeant Viktor Reznov [K.I.A]

Private Dimitri Petrenko [K.I.A]

Private Chernov [K.I.A]

Commissar Markhov [fate unknown]

Major General Nikita Dragovich [K.I.A]

Colonel Lev Kravchenko [fate unknown]

CIA (Call of Duty: Black Ops)

Alex Mason

Frank Woods

Jason Hudson

Grigori Weaver

SKILLS AND ABILITIES:

Weapon induced: Scoped Mosin-Nagant, Tokarev (TT-33), PPSh-41, Molotov Cocktail, RGD-33

Fighting style: Hand-to-hand combat, but rarely, since she's more used to being a sniper giving covering fire

Special skills: Is a very experienced sniper, that gave her the infamous name of "Lady of Death", but Katya didn't want to coin such a name for herself when she was only serving her people as a soldier of the frontlines.

Talents: Knows natural remedies, holds a lot of empathy for others, can speak fluent German even if she knows a little bit of it

Shortcomings: Due to the incident, she lost her face partially along with the half-vision of her eye throughout the accident, faces survivors guilt, is a bit mentally depressed but she's able to push those negative thoughts down

PERSONALITY:

Myers-Briggs Type: ISFJ (The Defender)

Is very protective towards her comrades: Ever since she lost her parents, Katya had always been searching for a way to cope up with her loss by taking care of the people she loves and believes in the most. Even if she never married, or birthed a child, she automatically unlocked her motherly instincts by calling her comrades as her "sons and daughters", considering them as her one, found family.

Ruthless, but at times merciful: Katya has shown immense strength and courage in the battlefield as a sniper and a squad leader, haunting the Germans in their own sleep thinking Katya wouldn't kill them and make the mattress they're sleeping on as their deathbed. But also, when Katya wants to show mercy, she'll show it. She thinks there's no use to wasting her own bullets on someone who already decided to surrender to the Red Army.

Emotional: Let it be a soldier dying, or a civilian, she'll ask forgiveness from God that she wasn't able to save an innocent despite having the duty to protect her own people. The incident that killed all of her soldiers left her deeply scarred, and believed she committed a bigger sin for being too naive and careless, and she deserved the impact on her face. It was even worse when Nikita Dragovich killed her teammates again by putting them as test subjects for the Nova 6 experiment that made her grow deranged and bloodthirsty to hunt Dragovich and his lapdog, Kravchenko in a fit of vengeance, until the CIA caught her presence.

Intelligent and observant: Katya is more aware of her surroundings ever since the incident impacted her, which caused her to be very vigilant, and grew her intelligence in the battlefield which made her useful for the Red Army as a sniper and as a squad leader in the infantry.

BACKGROUND STORY

Katya was born around 1916 with her mother Elizaveta Kovalevskaya (neé Petrova) and father, Viktor Kovalevsky. Spending her childhood in the Ural Mountains, she learnt how to snipe at a young age from her father, who was a hunter, the reason why she took her father's skill in the field of sniping.

In 1939, she recruited herself in the Red Army as a sniper, in which her talent gave a huge role and reputation among the soldiers as a source of bravery, courage and inspiration, that gave her the name "Lady of Death". But, Katya on the other hand didn't want to coin such a name for herself when she believes she's only doing it for the protection of her own people.

But, in 1941, when Germany attacked Soviet Russia under "Operation Barbarossa", her village became a victim of the attacks, which ended up killing her family in the process. Broken and enraged, Katya wanted to avenge her parents death by going through missions and eliminating every single enemy who tried to cross the Soviet borders. Her life completely changed when one day she encountered General Heinrich Amsel, who was responsible for the death of her family along with many others, wanted to kill him by her own hands but never succeeded because he evaded before she could get to him.

Furious, the General wanted to eliminate Katya in her path, by luring her into a trap that he was staying at a hotel and could grab her an opportunity to end his life there. But little to her knowledge, it was all a set up, when he used that entire building as a decoy with the explosives attached. His soldiers locked away his teammates, including Katya but she was able to break through it. In a desperate attempt to find her comrades who were still locked inside, it was too late before the explosion could take effect, and blew her out of the building, leaving her drastically injured.

The explosion was the turning point of her life, where it emotionally scarred her and made her regret being a soldier, when she couldn't even protect her own soldiers, who basked into the flames of Amsel's planned explosion. She was taken for medical assistance, which took her a month to recover physically, and mentally. But, that didn't stop Katya from retiring, as her mind still revolved around that one goal — to eliminate General Amsel, and push all the German forces back from invading Russia.

Somewhere around 1942, she was promoted to Senior Lieutenant, and became the squad leader for the 3rd Shock Army, and participated in the Battle of Stalingrad alongside Pvt. Dimitri Petrenko and Sgt. Viktor Reznov. As the General's whereabouts were found, she led her team throughout the warzone and successfully countered Amsel, which led to his untimely death under the hands of Dimitri's sniper rifle. Katya, who held immense pride for the Private for doing something she couldn't, made him along with Reznov and Chernov as her closest comrades.

After the entire battle, in 1945, they finally achieved victory by liberating Berlin by hoisting the Soviet flag on the Reichstag, Katya was now at peace, hoping for a better future after the war's end.

But, somehow.. her life was going to go into a bigger turmoil, when she gets sent to the mission around the Arctic Circle, leading the events of the first Black Ops.

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[alding-art]

Back to Star Wars in the Old Republic era, with Havoc Squad and their Jedi allies planning their next operation against the Sith. 

On the left side are Zadina and Zerel, my OCs, while on the right are SWTOR canon characters Fideltin Rusk, Aric Jorgan and Kira Carsen.

Zadina Draz is a cathar and commands the Republic's elite Havoc Squad. She is currently enjoying the new resources that have been generously flung her way after her success at the Battle of Corellia. It was not without casualties though and highlighted the long-standing problem of how normal soldiers are supposed to deal with Force-using Sith. Excessive automatic firepower, explosives and improved shielding can tip the scales and she's collected a fair amount of lightsabers from overconfident Sith Apprentices. However, veteran Sith warriors with their own special equipment are still deadly and can derail an entire mission in a moment.

Fortunately, Havoc Squad have since enlisted the services of Jedi Sentinel, Zerel Nes'aro who joined them to offer Force support and tactical advice. After resolving the Children of the Emperor impostor crisis within the Jedi's ranks, going back to normal combat duties is a nice and simple job, or so he claims.

Zerel had previously transferred his rather stubborn but efficient sergeant, Rusk to Havoc Squad to best make use of his heavy weapon skills so this was a nice little reunion. Also tagging along is his former apprentice, Kira Carsen because 2 Jedi are better than 1 (rumours that they are actually a couple are definitely not true. Yes.)

And finally there is the fellow cathar, Aric who is still a rather grumpy cat from being demoted due to failing to stop members of the previous Havoc Squad from turning traitor. But Zadina, knowing that events were beyond his control, pulled some strings and now he serves as the squad's second in command and hopes to gradually salvage his reputation.

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[arcsimper5]

Left Behind

Excuse the angst, I just watched the Daro episode of Bad Batch over lunch and had to get this out lol.

Title: Left Behind Pairing: None Characters: Scorch (RC-1262), Hunter (CF99) Summary: Scorch fails to remember, but Hunter's capture reminds him of something he ought to. Rating: M (mentions of torture, blood, sad times ahead)

It had been years since Scorch had gone down to stun bolts. How much time had passed since the Prosecutor mission?

And why couldn’t he remember his squad?

Maker, he felt nauseous.

It had to have been the stun bolts, he reasoned. Memories of Trandoshans, a cell and orange and white armour swam in his head, hazy, as if viewed through fogged transparisteel.

Shaking his head, he felt another of the commandos nudge him as they jolted around in the shuttle.

“RC-1262, are you okay?”

Why was that voice so familiar?

“Fine.”

The answer was almost automatic, his reply short as he nodded.

He was fine. Of course he was fine. He’d been stunned, sure, but he was following orders. It’s what he was bred to do.

Good soldiers follow orders…

Glancing towards the cockpit, he could see the flashes of green, trees speeding upwards as they descended towards the ground.

“All commandos, be advised, we have a target on the ground at your position. Consider armed and dangerous.”

“Think he survived that fall?” one of the TK’s behind him chuckled lowly, the comm channels opened.

“He’s talking, listen,” another one smirked, the mirth in his voice making Scorch’s stomach churn as a voice came over the comms.

“Hunter! Tell them to come back! Order them to come back!”

“I’m sorry, kid. I can’t do that.”

A shiver ran over Scorch’s entire body as the shuttle landed, hand, the ramp still descending even as the troopers in front of him began spilling out.

Mere feet away, he saw their target, a clone with grey and red armour, a vibroknife in hand.

He watched as the target sheathed his blade with a resigned sigh, hands raised in surrender.

“Shows how loyal the clones really are,” one of the TK’s giggled over comms, “left another one behind.”

“No wonder they need to be replaced. What cowards.”

Scorch ignored the comments as he pressed forward, rifle pointed at this ‘Hunter’.

“Weapons on the floor in front of you,” he rasped, body still recovering from the stun bolts.

Hunter complied, pulling his vibroblade and a blaster from their holsters, movements slow and careful as he put them down onto the ground in front of him.

He winced as he moved, Scorch feeling a trembling in his hands that had nothing to do with the stun bolts.

How could they leave him? They operated like a squad who had been together for years, knew each other’s tells and strategies.

He’d never leave one of his men alone, ever. Just the thought, the idea, the…

“Delta lead, get your men under control! One commando isn’t worth risking an entire operation.”

“One commando? He’s talking about my pod brother!”

His own voice sounded foreign in his mind. So emotional, so insubordinate. 

Then pain. Pain ripped from within, a sharp, stabbing sensation, as if someone was trying to pry his brain out of a tiny hole in his skull.

He didn’t know if he screamed, he didn’t know when his armour was removed, or when his weapons were taken. He didn’t remember how he’d gotten the cuts on his hands, the bruises, the blood…

The white lights above him were blinding, his gasping breaths alerting another being in the room to his consciousness.

“W-Where’s S-Sev?” he managed, voice broken and coarse. “Where’s… my squad?”

His eyes were fluttering, pain still radiating from the side of his head. He wanted it to stop. Maker, he’d do anything to make it stop!

“B-Boss… Fixer… S-Sev…”

How had he forgotten them? Forgotten his brothers? The missions, the camaraderie, the awful little shuttle they’d called home for so long… How had this happened?

“RC-1262 seems to be fighting the effects of the chip enhancement once again,” came a dull, slow voice, Kaminoan, it seemed, though not one he recognised.

“Increase the compliance centre levels once more.”

There was a moment of hesitation before the first voice answered.

“With all due respect, Admiral, another increase may damage his brain beyond any working capacity. I would recommend…”

“I do not care what you recommend.”

The venom in the second voice was almost palpable.

“We are losing too many Commandos to the failure of your chips. With CC-5576 having escaped, he will be able to inform our enemies of the functions of our new army. We will require security, the likes of which only elite Commandos can offer. RC-1262 will be reconditioned once again to serve our new Empire, or he will be disposed of, like the others.”

Others?

“Wh-Where are my brothers?”

Panic began to swell sluggishly in his chest, fists tightening as he pulled against the restraints, the lights around him getting brighter.

He could see shadows now, echoes of figures who may have been there, or once been with him.

“Do not move, RC-1262,” came the cold, calm reply as a hypo pierced the skin of his neck, cold numbness spreading through his veins like ice.

“Sc-Scorch,” he managed as the darkness began to overcome him once more, “my… my name is… Scorch…”

The pain began again.

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[zoeykallus]

Hunter - Enemy Mine 11 - Trapped

Warnings: Cat And Mouse Game / Tension / Angst/Strong Language/Deprivation Of Liberty

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Drifting through space without thrusters, you are an easy target for Clone Force 99. Sitting in a trap, you are waiting for the inevitable.

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What Happened Before:

Enemy Mine

Part 2 - No Way Out

Part 3 - Turning Tables

Part 4 - Beneath The Surface

Part 5 - Priorities

Part 6 - Choices

Part 7 - Not So Welcome

Part 8 - The Uncertain

Part 9 – Deception

Part 10 - The Hunter

You have locked the airlock, an automatic reaction to the situation you find yourself in. This gives you a little more time, but basically you're just postponing the inevitable. Hunter and his squad will gain access, one way or another. The thought sets your pulse and mind racing. It's not long before you hear the outer airlock open, then you hear knocking and rumbling at the inner airlock. There is no way out. The engine is broken, you can't fix it, at least you wouldn't know how. You are stuck here. Nervously, you look around, still holding Hunter's blaster. You take cover behind a crate and aim at the still closed hatch. You have no idea how far you are willing to go. You are afraid, but you also want to see Hunter again. It takes a while, then you see and hear the glow of a plasma cutter. "Fuck," you curse softly. Your shaky fingers, nervously, close a little tighter around the blaster's handle. Your only weapon, maybe your only chance. For now you've got it set to stun.

Finally, someone bumps into the cut-open hatch from below and the metal flies into the interior of the ship, landing on the floor with a clatter. The sound is loud, forceful, making you wince. You hear Hunter say your name, but you don't answer him, you don't even know what to say. Then his head appears in the hatch. He sees you, at the same moment you pull the trigger, but Hunter ducks hastily and you miss. "Easy, girl. We don't want to hurt you." You hear Crosshair grumble, "Speak for yourself". "Shut up" you hear one of the others grumble, probably Echo. Again, Hunter says your name. When you again don't respond, he says, "Now you already have two things I want back. The data stick and my blaster. I have to admit, you are the first person to shoot at me with my own blaster." You say braver than you feel, "If you're not careful, I'll be the last one too". Hunter laughs softly, "Girl, that's exactly what I hope too" You roll your eyes, annoyed. "You know exactly what I mean," you growl.

"Possibly," he admits. After a moment of silence, he says, "Look, if you make me do this, I'll send Wrecker ahead, you'll need several hits to stun him and I bet he'll be on you faster than you can take him out." Nervously, you lick your lips and say, "I'll switch to live ammo then." Hunter asks calmly, "So you're ready to kill? Because I don't think so" "Get out of here!" you exclaim in frustration. "We can't, and you know it" Hunter calmly returns, "I thought we had an understanding" Hunter climbs up very slowly, you aim for him but hesitate, watching as he climbs inside the freighter. As Crosshair tries to climb after him, he looks at his brother and shakes his head. "Let me do this alone, you're just making her nervous". Crosshair hesitates, gives you a somber look, but eventually climbs back down. Hunter looks at you again, his hands slightly raised to show he is unarmed.

"Let's figure out how you and I can come to some common ground," he suggests. You shake your head and say stubbornly, "Climb back into your ship and get out." He sighs softly. "We've been over this." His eyes fall on the unconscious freighter pilot behind you and he frowns. "Maybe I underestimated you" he says critically. You shake your head and say, "He's just unconscious, if your senses are really that sharp, you know it. You can't divert my attention" Hunter laughs softly, "Okay, I knew you were smart, but it was worth a shot." But then you hear the freighter pilot groan, you realize he's going to wake up at any moment, and then he might attack you from behind. It's just a second of looking quickly over your shoulder, but long enough for Hunter to leap forward and sweep you off your feet.

You land hard on your back, the impact driving air from your lungs. The blaster slips from your fingers and slides across the floor away from you. It takes you a moment to collect yourself, to fill your lungs with air again, then you fight back. You wriggle, trying to kick, to bite him. Hunter struggles to keep you in check without hurting you, but very shortly after, his brothers show up. Crosshair grabs your arms and pushes them to the ground, Tech brings restraints and three of them start to tie up your arms and legs, immobilizing you. Panic rises in you, hot and cold at the same time. You realize that you are completely at their mercy. Against your will, you start to cry while you try to resist the men, against the shackles Tech puts on you. Wrecker appears behind Hunter, looking worried and anything but thrilled, and helps the freighter pilot back into his seat, who's still not fully conscious. "I don't like this. Treating a civilian like that," he says critically. Crosshair kneels on your legs because you are kicking at him and says strained, "She stole vital information, so she doesn't count as a civilian anymore".

Wrecker frowns and grumbles, "She's still not a soldier, and she's scared" Tech calmly says to you, "I'm sorry, but you leave us no choice." Tied up like a package, you finally lie there, your face wet with tears. You try to free yourself, but you almost can't move at all. The restraints are very effective. Hunter picks up his blaster and nods to Wrecker, who carefully picks you up and puts you over his broad shoulder. Echo, waiting in the Marauder, sees Wrecker bring you down. His brows move upward. "Maker... Are you going to mail her somewhere?" Crosshair, who comes through the hatch behind Wrecker, says, "She's pretty fidgety". Looking at your tear-stained face, Echo says critically, "She doesn't look like a dangerous enemy to me" Wrecker puts you in one of the bunks and looks at you apologetically. "Now what?" asks Crosshair. Tech says matter-of-factly, "Now we get the memory stick back" "Maybe she hid it in the shuttle," Echo notes. Hunter approaches you and looks at you, "So, did you?" "Go to hell," you say quietly in a brittle voice. The sergeant sighs. "We've been through all this before. You know I'll find it sooner or later. Don't make it so hard for both of us."

Crosshair rolls his toothpick back and forth between his lips and finally says, "Pain might loosen her tongue." Hunter gives him a sharp look. "We're certainly not going to torture her". The Sniper shrugs, "Maybe that will end up being the only option" Echo growls, "Shut up." Crosshair growls, "We're just handling her with kid gloves because our big leader banged the girl" Another sharp look from Hunter, silences the Sniper for the moment. He's not all that wrong, Hunter is aware of that. He looks at you again, more serious than before. "I can't be as forgiving by now as I was before. You've proven that you only take advantage when I'm lenient. So now I'm going to give you one last chance," he says calmly, "I'm going to ask you where the stick is and if you don't answer me, I'm going to have to strip you and search you. Then we will take the ship apart" Your heart racing, you stare at him from widened eyes. "So," he says, leaning over you, "where is the data stick?"

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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[the-whispers-of-death]

Seeing Ghosts

Kali was pissed. Commander Phillip Graves had just informed him that he'd be captaining a squad of Shadows and that pissed him off. He didn't want to captain another squad. He had just lost his squad a year ago, the entire reason why he made the switch from the Marine Corps to Shadow Company was to try and not captain another squad so soon.

How could he captain another squad when the old one was still fresh in his mind? It felt like a betrayal to his friends, to the family he had gotten with The Lions. He wasn't ready to let go of their memories, their legacy.

But he also couldn't disobey a direct order from the commander. He would be captaining another squad, despite his protesting.

So he made his way through the Shadow Company base, nodding to the other Shadows as he walked to the conference room where he'd be meeting his new squad. As he walked, his mind went to The Lions.

The Lions consisted of him, the captain and sniper, who was nicknamed "Mufasa" because they all chose callsigns from The Lion King movie since they were called The Lions. It was rare for a captain to be in the field as much as Kali was and also be the squad's sniper, but he refused to prioritize paperwork over field work and he was the best sniper in the squad anyways.

After him was his lieutenant, Ivan Kohli-Petrov aka "Sarabi", who was the intelligence specialist and he often also did interference with the Marine superiors because he was just better at talking with others than Kali was. Sarabi made it his job to gather allies in higher-up positions to smooth over the dangerous operations The Lions often did.

Next was Sergeant Nathan Greene aka "Simba", who was the demolitions expert. He had been extremely smart, able to calculate how much probability an action had of succeeding even when he was surrounded by heavy fire.

And the last of them was Sergeant Peter Williams aka "Nala", who was the weapons expert. He knew which weapons worked best with the specific mission they were assigned to, whether or not they should stick to strictly stealthy weapons such as blades or if they needed automatic weapons.

Together, they made up The Lions and they had spent years together. They had created a bond that wasn't so easily discarded, all of them working in sync with each other. And they would've still been together had it not been for the damned mission "Minerva", named after the terror cell who swore their mission was enlightenment. Who knew one raiding mission could destroy the family Kali had grown to know and depend on.

Kali shook his head at his thoughts, trying to steel himself as he made it to the conference room. There was no more time for reminiscing about his old squad, he had to meet his new one now. So he took a deep breath and turned the door knob, opening the door and walking in.

He stopped mid-step in shock, seeing The Lions.

Sarabi was leaning against the wall, his posture rigid as always as he wore his black balaclava and the yellow-gold hard-plated lioness mask over the balaclava. Simba was sitting in a chair, wearing only a simple black balaclava on his face as he played with a blue stress ball that almost never left his hands when he wasn't on a mission. Nala was sitting on the conference table and was right next to where Simba was sitting, wearing a black neck gaiter with it pulled over his nose and mouth which allowed only the top half of his face to be seen including the knife scar that went through his left eyebrow and through his left eye (an old injury that thankfully never left him blind in that eye).

They were all there, alive.

"I'm dreaming," Kali said, because that was the only explanation he could come up with when the shock wore off. He backed away, not wanting to hope that his squad, his beloved squad, was actually alive and in front of him.

Need to wake up, he thought to himself. It's just a dream, a cruel dream.

"You're not dreaming, Cap," Nala responded, snapping Kali out of his internal dialogue with himself. He got off the conference table and walked over to his captain, reaching out and touching Kali's arm. "We're here, we're real. We're alive, Cap. Promise."

Kali bit back a sob at the touch, quickly moving to pull Nala into a hug. He was hugging his friend—his brother—again. "How?" he asked, but he wasn't complaining about the fact his squad was alive.

Sarabi was the one to speak up, clearing his throat. "Even with our injuries and the warehouse collapsing on us from the effects of the grenade, we managed to survive it all. I was still awake enough to hear the back-up the Marine squad had dispatched, but they didn't comb through the rubble and get us. They only got you and left us."

"What?" Kali asked, angry. But he shouldn't be surprised, the Marine Corps had been the one to send The Lions on a mission when they knew they had bad intel. "So who got you all out?"

Simba turned his head and nodded at the Shadow Company insignia that was plastered on the wall of the conference room. "A Shadow Company squad pulled us out, apparently they were in the area. They took care of us, paid for our physical rehabilitation, and offered us positions as Shadows," he informed. "We only took it because Commander Graves said he'd get you to join the Shadow Company and we'd all be reunited. And here you are."

Kali was ecstatic that he was back with his squad, that they were all together again. But the part of him that had previously been guilty about surviving was now guilty for not trying to make sure they were dead or not. "I'm sorry I didn't know you guys were alive."

"Mufasa," Sarabi said, using the callsign Kali had never thought he'd hear again. He pushed himself off the wall, only being an inch shorter than Kali. "You believed the Marine Corps when they said we were dead, no one here blames you. Besides, the past is the past."

Nala then moved closer to Kali. "And, uh, you could make it up to us right now."

"How?" Kali turned to Nala, but his attention was soon turned to Simba.

"Be our captain again," Simba replied, getting up from his chair. He walked over and now all three were surrounding Kali, and it all felt so safe and familiar. "Be our captain again and let us be The Lions once more."

There was no need to process Kali's decision. No hint of hesitation.

"No other squad I'd rather have."

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated! Asks are open, feel free to pop in and talk or request something! (SFW requests only, please and thank you)

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[captain-price-unofficially]

Soldier from 101st Airborne Division tests firing XM250 squad automatic weapon

#modern

[farsight-the-char]

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Veteran gets a Sergent (squad buff) and Commando (Stealth) buils, plus Krak (fuck yes) and Smoke Grenade options (plus a lot of weapon buff options in the tree)

Zealot gets a Deathcult Stealth ability or a Healing Hymn option. Throwing (Blessed) Knives or Inferno Grenades added. Plus some cool Passives.

Psyker gets a Barrier and "Scry" options to replace the current Psyker Wrath. Brain Burst is buffed, and joined by SMITE and homing projectiles. Cool buffs as swap options for Warp Charges (though I am keeping Warp Charges).

Ogryn gets a Taunt or "DAKKA DAKKA" options to replace the buffed Bull-charge. Random Rocks and BIG BOMB as possible replacements for Grenade Box (which now detonates on enemy contact automatically).

#darktide #warhammer #40k

[amberskyyking]

Dying Isn't Very Regulation: Chapter 13

Being stuck in tunnels this long is for the birds anyways.

(Or, a self-indulgent 5 9 16?? chapter fic inspired by Snapback by @toomanyteefs with Fives and Ninety-Nine, because I have emotions about this, they deserves the world, and the narrative has officially run away with me!)

Fives felt a stab of appreciation for his brother and the Batch. He had been sure that they would consider him a liability after his first night together with them, when the other regs tried to sneak up on them all for a glimpse of Fives’s face. The entire situation had been humiliating, from the undeserved hero-worship that felt more like mockery than anything to the fact that the squad of morons had intruded on the Batch’s little nook in the tunnels at all. But instead, the Bad Batch had become incredibly protective in the aftermath, closing ranks around him instead of against him.

He suspected Ninety-Nine had been involved in that decision, but didn’t dare ask. If the Batch was protective over Fives, it was nothing compared to how they treated Ninety-Nine, like he was made of glass and any wrong move could tear him away again. 

With Echo currently pressed against his shoulder, though, there wasn’t much room for Fives to talk. When Rex decided to head off the rumors himself and confirm Fives’s return, Echo had offered to go with him, and to his surprise, so had Hunter. Since then, the strange looks and whispers had grown rare, and they always ceased the moment any of the Batch looked their way.

Fives didn’t think too much about what they must have said to accomplish that so thoroughly. He was just glad he wasn’t required to be paraded around, fielding uncomfortable questions he really didn’t have the answer to anyways.

“If at any point you feel you don’t want to stay here, you know I can arrange for you to return to the ship, for whatever reason,” Mereel reminded them, pulling Fives from his thoughts.

“Rex might still need us.”

“We’re staying.”

“I know,” Mereel said with a slightly exasperated shake of his head. “But in case you change your mind -”

Ninety-Nine suddenly gasped and the whole Batch drew weapons. Hunter braced an arm over Ninety-Nine’s chest to hold him back as the others assumed ready stances, and Fives found himself automatically doing the same, one hand dropped onto Ninety-Nine’s shoulder. For a brief second he locked eyes with Hunter in mutual concern, but Ninety-Nine looked at them with confusion in his sparkling eyes. His mouth was hanging open, half a piece of haar’shun bread held loosely in one hand as he gestured towards… A pigeon.

Full Chapter (And Story!): Just A Lil But Pigeonholed

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[jedi-hawkins]

Bad Batch Season 3 Episode 9 Watch Thoughts

spoilers (duh)

Ahh Crosshair helping and getting thanked, I'm so soft.

They're brothers being brothers again, I'm going to cry.

Batcher I stg why are you letting her go in there??

VENTRESS!!!!

I noticed when the batch are standing together, there's still a space between Crosshair and Hunter. maybe symbolic of the space still between them (?) but I think this is somewhat resolved, even ouchier is I'm pretty sure that's where Tech usually stood. (apologies for bad quality)

Ahh! so that was Fennec's contact (why'd they frame it so spoopy last ep?)

Way to go Omega, good job keeping the front up 😂

Mother is confirming my personal theory! M-count gives you potential but you still need to be trained to be a Jedi (high m-count + no training = not necessarily Jedi, lower m-count + training = Jedi)

Ah! she said the line from the trailer!

Although I believe Ventress is genuinely testing Omega, I think she came up with this "test" just to troll a little

Wrecker I swear, thanks for the encouragement but babes 😂

Ventress is so hot

That jaw grab got me a lil 🥵

Tech mention I'm crying. And Crosshair holding Tech's datapad

Separatist Assassin, wouldn't it be in the files that she was a Sith or is that still a secret?

Oh this second test is just to get rid of her, she had to be trolling a little with the first.

That space between Hunter and Crosshair is still there (?)

"There's a Weeping Myre Tree." Jen, you did us so dirty with that tweet.... you had me sweating. She's just having fun watching up burn at this point. 😡

Stern Wrecker has me 😫

Oop- the way she snatched their weapons

Ahhh watching the boys fight as a cohesive team just makes me soft

Damn the way she just slapped Wrecker, poor baby

Crosshair's yell I'm dead

Her legs around his neck me too girl (and her little heel stomp was just like "stay")

I love our boys and they are very capable fighters, but it's so obvious Ventress was pulling her punches

Gah damn, the way she copied Hunter's 'grip the blade and throw' technique

Cross with his rifle, but is his hand any better?

Ohh the little foot flip and toss 🥵

"We're not big on following orders" He said it!!

YELLOW BLADE!!! And it's the same hilt as her red sabers! (a- did she lose a saber? b- did she get a new kyber crystal?)

Ayoo miss why you choking Wrecker?? (for the dramatic scene when Omega reenters?)

Crosshair just laying ragdolled on the ground... sweetheart I'm so sorry 😂

"We were pawned in the same war, and we all lost." MOTHER 👏🏼 IS 👏🏼 SPITTING👏🏼 FACTS 👏🏼

Why is she being so vague? Does Ventress not know that Palpatine is Sidious? I feel like she would know especially now since Emperor Palpatine looks and sounds exactly like the weird guy in the robe that used to boss Dooku around.

Damn she laid our boys out

"We do" So why not just drop the "S" word and call her a Sith? I know squad 99 didn't work with Jedi regularly, but they were under Cody's jurisdiction, and they had to have heard the word before (whether from Obi-wan himself, or in debriefings, or even war stories passed through the barracks)

"We were just getting warmed up" Wrecker, I love you but PLEASE, she got y'all good 😂

Omega's little hand wave at "people can change" I don't think it was in Crosshair's direction, but it was framed like it was

Op- she gagged Crosshair with that. 🫢

Isit just me or does Ventress' shoulder plate look like the slillouette of a B1 battle droid?

Ventress being Omega's teacher would be oh so good (and Obi-wan would tease the shit out of her for it)

Omega automatically did the hand thing and I don't think she's ever seen a force-sensitive doing that. Natural instinct?

Oop- spotted. Ventress' little glare at Wrecker through the scopes I'm dead 😂

"This is different than being a soldier." YES MA'AM

I know Omega is frustrated here and people may bash her for being 'whiny' but I honestly appreciate the writers letting us see her in a more child-like frustration.

I honestly love that Ventress has seen both the light and dark side of the force and now has come into her own. She's almost looked relieved that she was able to call the creatures to her, kind of like an "I'm still worthy moment."

"Did you summon that?" "Not intentionally."

Ventress with her hair wet and slicked back oml

Crosshair co-piloting!!

Omega with wet hair! (NOW GIVE US HUNTER)

Okay my theory about the kraken, Ventress called it's food source, so it followed, but then it got curious about their boat. It wasn't trying to attack them, it was bumping their boat because it was trying to figure out what they were. Then Ventress cut off a tentacle (yes to rescue Omega, but I think the creature was just exploring) That spooked it, then the Marauder swings in and starts shooting at it. When the Marauder flies off, a tentacle kind of flicks in a 'yeah get out of here' kind of way. It doesn't immediately eat Ventress when it has her (does it even eat humans?), it brings her close to it's face to investigate and she takes her time channeling the Force. The animators specifically focus on the creature's eyes and the changes in it (pupils dilating). To me, it seemed like Ventress was communicating with it like "I'm sorry we startled you, we mean you no harm." Then the creature sets Ventress down so gently (it doesn't drop her) and goes on it's merry way.

Crosshair is the one on the ramp to get Omega!!!

Ahh! he reaches out to help Ventress too. He offered her his hand and she took it!! 🥰

I'm surprised we didn't get a comment from Ventress about Batcher.

Wrecker being the big brother we all need and taking Omega off to eat after a long day just makes my heart so warm.

The way Hunter and Crosshair are both standing with a hip popped is killing me. (again, sorry for bad quality) 😂

"You're lying" So perceptive, Crosshair.

Ventress is so smart and she sees how much the Batch cares about Omega, hence why she lied. AND Hunter and Crosshair know Ventress is right that if they acknowledge Omega is Force-sensitive, that means she goes away and they're not ready for that.

Her warning is so foreboding... (A Harbringer?) Next week is a double feature and I think that's when we'll get the Empire over Pabu.

Crosshair is so attentive to Ventress, I'm already shipping them (don't get me wrong, I'd fight Ventress for Crosshair, but they seem like they'd be a good match in-universe)

"I've got a few lives left." She's so cat. Just like Crosshair.

Hunter x Fennec // Crosshair x Ventress (I'm already thinking about my two batch husbands and their grumpy in-cannon girlfriends that want nothing to do with them)

"I've got a few lives left." Ugh she's so cat, just like Crosshair.

AHHH!!! This episode was so good. We got to see our boys fighting again as a unit. We got to see Ventress (which, during clone wars she was always just a 'mech' character for me. Didn't love her, didn't hate her, but this episode solidified her on my favs list. Her line of "We were pawned in the same war and we all lost." Just DAMN she hit the nail on the head and I don't even know she knows she did. If you made it through this entire post, scrolling back I didn't realize how insanely long it is, thank you!! 💕

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