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theywhowriteandknowthings · 6 months

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Specific Warnings: None here reallly, some canon-typical violence, reader is a brat(but we all knew that right?), Grogu and Reader are menaces from the first second they meet, swearing, alcohol consumption, addiction reference(mild).

Summary: You're about to give up on your elaborate scheme, when a bounty hunter of unparalleled skill picks up your contract. The game is afoot. Please consider checking out my ko-fi or patreon if you want to support me. Thank you @reaperofmen for beta'ing this for me!!

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Tatooine

You reach the spaceport on Kamino a whole planetary cycle before the Wookiee bounty hunter Stiaarl if your calculations are right, and they often are. You spot her starfighter immediately and whistle low to yourself as you take in the beautiful craft. The Jedi interceptor sits pretty, polished Durasteel glinting in the bright artificial lighting of the hangar bay.

“Kriffer wasn’t joking when she said it was a beauty, shame about that monstrosity.”

You eye the modified cargo storage that’s been crudely welded between the landing gear. It’s like a low hanging belly, only just clearing the floor of the hangar. You shake your head morbidly at the idea of being stuffed in there if Stiaarl had caught you. You leap up onto the bright yellow fuselage with ease, making you way to the cockpit.

The bronze coloured Astromech docked in the front right side of the ship beeps at you in alarm, clearly noticing their master isn’t present as you override the cockpit locking mechanisms with your modified code scrambler. The Astromech’s ranting gets more frantic as it feels you shutting it out of the ship controls.

“Sorry buddy, you can either assist me, or I can leave you here to wait for your master.” You say, tilting your head to the side with an apologetic smile on your face.

The droid beeps and boops at you a few more times before making the hydraulic whine universally understood to be their way of sighing. The droid settles down and you nod, glad to have the support, flying without an Astromech would have been less than ideal.

“Once we get to our next location, you’re free to go your own way, I’ll be ditching this as soon as I land.”

You say as you start up the ship, pre-flight checks second nature as a message comes up on the center console.

R4: Stiaarl is a cruel master. Happy to help.

You smirk to yourself and shake your head as you finish your final preparations, the ship hovering off the ground as the landing gear folds up with a heavy clunk underneath you. You attach the gold headset, hailing the local tower to request approval for take-off.

“Hey, R4? Could you check something for me? Who was the original owner of this ship?”

You ask, wanting to see if what Stiaarl claimed about this ship was accurate. The go-ahead comes over your earpiece and you take the ship up into the stormy night sky. It takes no time at all to locate the hyperspace ring waiting in orbit around the planet through the guidance systems. You set autopilot for the dock just as a message pops up from R4 and laugh aloud at the result of the ownership search.

“Son of a Bantha wasn’t lying after all.”

You chuckle to yourself, keying in the co-ordinates for Tatooine. The irony not lost on you in the slightest.

The center console displays two words in bright red letters.

Anakin Skywalker.

~*~

You sit in a booth at the back of the cantina, keeping your head down as you bring up your data slate and look at the bounty on your head, scrolling through the current assigned pucks. Stiaarl was the highest ranked by far and even she hadn’t been remotely challenging to evade. You pull up the cancellation form, filling out the verifications that you – as the issuer of the contract – are still alive, mumbling some phrases in Basic into the camera to provide proof of life.

It takes you ten minutes but eventually you get to the big red cancel button on the holographic screen. You’re hovering over it nervously as a priority notification cuts across the screen.

Bounty Accepted: tap for details.

Your mouth ticks up at the corner but you don’t get your hopes up. You doubt there’s anyone remotely capable out there at this point, your ego is nothing but inflated seeing as you’ve bested some of the most feared bounty hunters in the galaxy.

You close the form, bookmarking it for later so you can go back and cancel it the moment you’ve entertained what will undoubtably be another dud. You swipe up, bringing up the bounty hunter’s profile and your breath catches in your throat.

No way?

The blue-white hologram of a Mandalorian helmet flickers in front of you as the name swirls around the shimmering bust.

“Mando.”

You swipe through his previous conquests, noting some of the credit totals and wanted levels in awe. You accept the bounty request without a second thought. You consider cancelling the other hunters’ contracts and setting this as exclusive to Mando, but then it dawns on you, that running from multiple lesser hunters as well could make this much more interesting.

You up the bounty by another five thousand credits and send Mando a note to say you’ve received intel of the quarry being on Tatooine. You kick back, feet up on the cantina table as you lace your fingers behind your head, a smug grin on your face.

This is where the fun begins.

~*~

You get back to hangar 3-6 just as the binary suns are setting on the dust bowl of a planet. You enter through the back, and you’re surprised to see R4 still loitering around as you settle into the bunk you’re renting from Peli.

“Hey there little guy, surprised you haven’t taken off by now.”

Your wrist-comm beeps and the holo-reader displays the translation from Droid Binary to Basic.

Nowhere to go, no-one here likes droids.

“Sorry pal, maybe I can take you to some of the other hangars or spaceports and advocate for you?”

R4 beeps excitedly, the high-pitched whine near-painful as you wince down at him.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t get your hopes up, but don’t worry, no Jawas.”

A low shuddering whistle comes from the Astromech, and you can only imagine the horrors of being a droid on a Land Crawler.

You pat the little droid on the head affectionately before getting changed into something a little less conspicuous. You’d picked up some local robes to change into, and some heavy-duty boots. You replace your tattered and worn cloth mask with a colourful headscarf, wrapping the coarse material around in a practiced set of movements. It covers your hair and mouth, leaving just the curve of your nose, your eyes, and expanse of your forehead on display.

Once satisfied, you head out into the mess area Peli keeps for lodgers and you drop a handful of credits into the honesty box before prepping something large and hearty enough from Peli’s pantry to feed a full bunkhouse. You’re busy chopping vegetables as you hear a large ship rumble overhead, you turn over your shoulder to see it docking in 3-5. You shrug and turn back to your veggies as you turn up the radio, Tusken hip hop playing over the tired speakers.

As you’re settling the lid on the large pot, you’re met with the hiss of a blast door open and shut. Then you hear something you could have never predicted in Peli’s place.

The cooing of a baby. You turn to see Peli, her wild brown frizz smeared with grease and Maker knows what else, and the small, green skinned, pointy eared kid in her arms. Bright eyes shine up at you as the kid stills.

“Hey there squirt, wanna say hi to my favourite lodger?” Peli’s shrill tone is somewhat muted as she talks to the kid in her arms.

You feel a tingle at the base of your skull as the kid reaches out to you with his mind. You almost feel the little claws scraping against your consciousness, a question, probing but wordless between you.

“Hey there kiddo, what’s your name?” You ask the little guy with a smile as you wipe off your hands in your robes.

“Little thing doesn’t seem to speak yet but look how sweet he is!”

You’ve never seen Peli so soft, and you certainly never saw her as a maternal type, but then you definitely couldn’t deny the little guy’s a charmer, just by the way he reaches out to you with grabby hands.

Peli hands him over to you and immediately your consciousnesses connect. You smile down at him as you try and respond but your Force sensitivity is mid at best. But the kid smiles and giggles at your attempt as he babbles away at you.

You cradle him against your hip with one arm as you head back to the stew, Peli mutters something about the nerf herder docked in 3-5 not wanting to use droids so she had to take on the work herself before scurrying off.

You stir and taste the creamy concoction, adding in some seasoning here and there, topping up the liquid when it starts to thicken a little more than you’d like. All the while you chat away to the kid, explaining your elaborate plan to him, thinking nothing of it as he listens intently.

The clink of metal-on-metal interrupts your one-sided conversation and turn to greet the newcomer. Your blood runs cold as you take in the tall, Beskar-clad bounty hunter before you.

“You have something of mine.” The Mandalorian speaks and you don’t know what you had expected, but the low rumble through a modulator makes your tongue feel too big for your mouth. Your lips part as you try to decide whether you’re aroused, terrified, or a little bit of both.

“The kid?”

The bounty hunter nods and you smile under your face covering tilting your head to the side as you do, knowing he can see only fractionally more of your face than you can of his.

“I was just about to move on anyway,” You say with a fake chuckle, trying to let the tension leave your shoulders. You can already feel him sizing you up, and you know it wouldn’t take him long to figure out you were very out of place here, “Just letting the soup cool before I can take my cut.”

“You make the soup?”

“Uh-huh, kid loves it, so make sure you take some with you on your travels.”

You hold the kid out to the silver-clad giant in front of you, it takes every atom of your self-control to stop yourself from vibrating with excitement. You can already taste the thrill of the chase on your tongue.

“Thanks…?”

“Call me Jaina,” You extend your free hand to shake but the Mandalorian just tilts his helmet down to look at your outstretched palm, “And you?”

“Mando is fine.”

His tone is clipped, even through the modulator, but you understand. The small amount you know about the Mandalorian people informs you that secrecy is often valued amongst different creeds.

“Ok then Mando, I’ll be in my bunk.”

You say as you ladle a few servings of soup out into your worn, scuffed up, food-safe storage pods. You juggle them in your arms as you wink at the kid, now safely in Mando’s armoured clutches. The kid gurgles happily at you as he waves his little claws at you. You leave without further comment but there’s a ghost of a word, or a phrase? On your mind.

Grogu.

~*~

Din watches you leave; his helmet overlay only confirming his suspicions. You’re his quarry. Your body type and Basic accent matching his intel. But he’d already run into another job before sizing you up. He’s nothing but a man of his word. You’d have to wait.

The kid stirs in his arms, and he looks down at his charge.

“What?”

The kid huffs, rolling his large, dark eyes before pointing towards the direction in which you left.

“Don’t get attached kid.”

~*~

It’s been three days and finally Peli has given up the effort to find you a ship. You’d taken the credits instead, but worst of all, Mando hadn’t been seen in Mos Eisley for days. So, you’re drowning your sorrows in some hard liquor at the prospect of being let down once again.

You pull up your data slate and find the bounty cancellation draft, fingers burning at the remorse flowing through you. Your finger hovers over the cancel option as you resign yourself to the lesser addictions of the galaxy. Prostitution, Spice, Sabacc, Pazzak, betting on Fathier races.

You throw the data slate down in frustration as you neck an empty shot. You groan as you watch a single droplet slide down your glass into your eager mouth.

You waltz over to the bar, enthusiasm dimmed as you hand over another bunch of credits for a second bottle.

“I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold.”

The firm press of a blaster barrel against your spine has you grinning like a Lothcat. You’re sober enough that you know you’ve got a fighting chance.

“Took you long enough.”

“Had another job I needed to take care of, you were lower priority.”

You shift your feet, a small but important re-distribution of your weight as you try and bait the Mandalorian into getting closer. You reach slowly for the taser concealed in your belt, but the Mandalorian clocks your movements.

“No funny business.”

He growls as you’re pinned to the bar, a large, gloved hand wrapped around your neck. You feel the press of his body against yours, cool Beskar against your back as the air is knocked from your lungs.

“I’m impressed,” You let out a short huff, your smile only widening at his rough treatment of you, “You’re the first one to so much as get within spitting distance.”

“Flattery won’t get you anywhere.”

“Oh, I know.”

You smirk as you hear him reach for binders. He thinks he has you, he’s being complacent, the moment the barrel of his blaster falls from your body you act.

“I hope you and the kiddo like the soup, tin-can.”

You bark as you kick off the bar, pitching the pair of you backwards, the crack of Beskar hitting sandstone loud in your ear as you collide with a table. Your headscarf falls down, revealing your face as you fish out the modified sonic charge from your robes.

“Dank Farrik!” Mando roars as he flips you over, his knees either side of your hips as he reaches for your arms. But you squirm out of his grasp before he can lock his broad hands around your wrists. If you weren’t so pre-occupied by jabbing the charge into the side of his neck, just below his helmet, you’d notice the growing wetness pooling at your core at being manhandled by the larger man.

“See you around, Mando.”

You release the dead-man switch on the charge and watch as Mando seizes up, a feral growl pulses through the modulator as you heave his immobilised body off you. You’d feel a little guilty at how his body rocks and convulses under the charge if you weren’t crowing with triumph.

You throw the bartender a small pouch of credits for the damage before making a beeline back to Peli’s hangar.

~*~

By the time Din could move again, night had descended on Tatooine. He swears under his breath as he sees you’ve stolen his speeder bike, he breaks into a fast jog, hoping that there would be evidence enough to track you by. The lack of tracking fob for this job makes it harder to follow your movements, but for some reason it only spurs him on to prove to himself, to you, that he can do this.

“Where’d she go?”

Mando barks as he scoops Grogu out of Peli’s arms, the kid is uncharacteristically chipper as he squirms in Din’s arms.

“Spaceport would be my guess, couldn’t get her a ship in time.”

Peli chases after Mando, worry on her face as he’s angrier than when the rookie bounty hunter threatened her and the kid just the other night.

“She’s long gone by now Mando, no use chasing through the streets for her.”

The Mandalorian stops dead in his tracks, Peli collides into his back, and she swears in Jawaese as she feels her nose crunch painfully.

“You’re right, thanks for looking after the kid.” Mando turns and nods curtly at Peli before striding up the ramp of the crest, blood boiling under his cool-as-Hoth façade.

He straps the kid in, rubbing his thumb and forefinger over the soft skin of his left ear. The kid gurgles happily and touches Mando’s wrist with both his tiny little hands.

Friend.

It’s the first time a word has been planted in his head like this and it makes him smile despite it all. He somehow knows in his gut that the kid isn’t talking – or thinking? – about him as a friend, more that he’s trying to tell Din he likes you.

“I told you, don’t get attached to her kid.”

Grogu huffs and activates the blast shielding of his pod, clearly determined to sulk for the next few hours.

Din gets the crest into orbit, his gloved fingers of his right-hand drumming on his thigh, the left cradling his chin as he tries to decide the next course of action. The low beeping of an incoming transmission startles him and he furrows his brow beneath his helmet, the sender is himself?

He narrows his eyes, cocking his head to the side as he opens it up.

“Hey Mando!”

The blue-grey hologram shows you, kid in hand as you both wave at the recorder. He ignores the way the sultry purr of your voice twists something in his stomach as he pays attention to your gloating.

“I bet you’re guessing where I’m heading next? Well, let’s just say I’m sick of deserts and hot weather, and It’ll be a warm day on Hoth before I go anywhere near snow.”

Din cocks his head, bringing up star maps as he quickly filters out desert planets like Jakku and Geonosis. Then he filters out the colder ones. He almost questions why you’re giving him clues, especially when there’s no fob out for you. Then he realises that you want him to chase you, no other bounty hunter has come close to capturing you, and here he is, having almost cuffed and bagged you within a few cycles. He smiles to himself at the challenge.

“Oh, and I don’t have any kind of environment suit, things give me a nasty rash on my rear end,” You prattle on and Mando can’t help but smile at your brazen attitude, “So there you have it Mando, catch me if you can.”

The recording starts on a loop and Mando hears the kid stirring behind him at the sound of your voice, the blast shield coming down as he watches the hologram with wide eyes.

“Don’t worry, we’ll see her again.”

Mando thanks the Maker that his face is obscured, otherwise the kid would see the grin on his face, and all his talk of not getting attached would be tainted by the knowledge that – like most parents – he isn’t very good at taking his own advice.

After the third replay Mando has narrowed it down to Eadu, Kashyyyk, Sorgan, or Endor. The first three are close together but Endor is the furthest out of the way, so he sets a course for Eadu. Worst case scenario, he picks up a few jobs on the way, and shows the kid around the galaxy a little more. He readies the Crest for the jump into Hyperspace and kicks back, indulgently watching your recording one last time.

He smirks to himself at the final line of your message before turning it off and heading to his bunk. He can’t stop replaying it in his head as he strips down to his flight suit. His helmet rests nearby and as his head hits the pillow your voice invades his mind once more.

Catch me if you can.

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usafphantom2 · 3 months

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Col. Cobb’s fired on by a Mig 25

Operational missions.

First let me assure you; we never broke President Eisenhower's promise to cease overflying the Soviet Union. We remained over international water - 12 mi offshore.

All of my operational flying was from Kadena, Okinawa. Area of interest was Vietnam; Korea; Vladivostok, USSR; China. Later, we flew transatlantic & return from Seymour Johnson, NC supporting the Israel Arab war. After I left the program, the SR flew from Mildenhall, England & Bodo, Norway.

We already touched on missions against Vietnam & the only night mission.

Today let's cover "north missions".

Take off, refuel & head into the Sea of Japan; between Japan & south Korea. Accelerated to operational speed - 3.20. Head directly at Vladivostok. headquarters of USSR air defense; and test/r & d of new radar & intercept development. 2200 mph guaranteed to light up all the radar & intercept systems they had.

A Mig-25 interceptor squadron was based just outside of Vladivostok the "holy grail" of the soviet air defense system was to shoot down an SR71.

Turn north up the Sea of Japan & make a U-turn back down the USSR coast (12 mi offshore) with ELINT & SIGINT recorders going full bore. Photo cameras looking oblique into the USSR , updating the interceptor air order of battle. Head south east till past Vladivostok then turn slightly left then right to cross Korea at the DMZ. Photo cameras updating N. Korea force readiness to resume hostilities against S. Korea.

Continue down the yellow sea coast of China. All sensors evaluating China's threat to Taiwan. Turn left- decell & land at Kadena. I flew this profile several times during the 4 years i flew ops missions. One of these got very, very thrilling. Southbound, passing Vladivostok, Reg (my RSO) announced

"We've got a fighter locked on - it's gotta be a Mig-25"

"Our DEF is blanketing all beautifully."

"Oops - he just fired - - we've got a missile locked on"

"Our def has shifted to its missile magic"

"There - lock's broken. Missile's back in search”

"That's weird - sounds like the missile's locked on - but not locked on us"

"he's gone - coming up on the "s" turn to the DMZ".

Fast forward to late 1976 Col.Cobb retired from the Air Force.

I'm retired! Learning that retirement means no days off; no vacation; no holidays; big pay cut.

I find the aircraft TV channel & history channel. Lots & lots of SR71 films. I avidly watch at every opportunity. In my den, glued to the TV & today's SR71 show, & who do I see comparing the mig-25 with the SR71??

You're right - - Lt Victor Belenko!

He was totally gobsmaked; his Mig-25 burned up the engines getting to Mach 3 yet the SR's cruise speed was greater than 3.0.

He's the one who said that the Holy Grail of soviet air defense was to shoot down an SR.

He told of how they would pre-position ahead of the SR's radar track and had to zoom up to get a lock on & fire their missile.

He stressed how quickly & precisely they had to perform because the window of opportunity was so very short.

Their target was traveling at 3600 ft/sec. Faster than a speeding bullet.

He described in detail how precise the post firing breakaway had to be executed to avoid getting shot down by their own missile; talking as though they found this out the "hard way".

Man talk about intense attention - - I'm quickly mentally replaying that tape from the inter-phone - -

"We've got a fighter locked on - it's gotta be a Mig-25" "Our DEF is blanketing all beautifully."

"Oops - he just fired - - we've got a missile locked on"

"Our def has shifted to its missile magic"

"There - lock's broken. Missile's back in search

"That's weird - sounds like the missile's locked on - but not locked on us"

(What did the missile lock onto? Could it have been the Mig-25 itself? – we’ll never know) Chris Cobb gave this article to myself Linda Sheffield this is the first time it’s been published. 1/24/24

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archivist-crow · 1 month

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Odds and Ends:

TRIANGLES OVER BELGIUM

Beginning in late 1989, a definite UFO "flap" converged on Belgium. The majority of the sightings occurred in the vicinity of Wallonia. On the night of March 30, 1990, over 2,700 reports of massive triangular UFOs were made to the Belgian air force; usually the air force received fewer than 300 UFO reports annually. Sightings were made by the members of the military, police officers, civilians, and five separate radar stations. The UFO had a light at each apex of the triangle and a large light in the center. One investigator described how these lights were predominantly red, but would change to blue, green, yellow, and white, as if the craft were sending messages.

During the night, two different NATO stations' radar detected one of the crafts. Two F16 fighter interceptors were released to investigate. The pilots both managed to lock on to the spaceship six or seven times, but, apparently controlled by intelligence, it would always break free of the lock. One time the spacecraft descended from 10,000 to 500 feet in five seconds. It would execute a zigzag pattern and could manage acceleration from 280 kph to 1,800 kph (174 mph to 1,118 mph) in seconds. The force necessary for such a maneuver would be beyond human endurance. Just as amazing was the lack of any sonic boom.

Interestingly, Britain reported a similar wave of sightings the same night. In Staffordshire a family watched the triangular ship fly extremely close to the top of their house as it emitted a deep "bass" vibration. A Royal Air Force officer at the local military compound saw the enormous ship casting a tracking beam across the landscape, as if searching for something. The gigantic triangles were sighted repeatedly for many months afterwards. Many people tried to photograph the ships, but only one man managed to obtain an observable picture.

Text from: Almanac of the Infamous, the Incredible, and the Ignored by Juanita Rose Violins, published by Weiser Books, 2009

#odds and ends #ufo sightings #1989 belgian ufo flap

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djdiamond18803 · 7 months

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Idk, a bit of a rough sketch of the Interceptors true form. Also another HC where after the chapter 15, their eyes will turn yellow when their emotions get the best of them ^^ Plus, a chibi sketch because of I was bored in class the other day:P

#pokemon rejuvenation #pokemon fan game #oc #originalcharacter #my art

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wadbot · 1 year

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intercep2.wad: Interception II MAP27: Cargo Cult (6784, -5024, 64) Author: The Interceptors Date: 2020-08-29 Description: Destroy demons in 31 action-packed levels; Interception II is here. Interception II is a Doom II community megawad spanning three episodes with a secret level included. The levels can get quite long, so check it out if you want a megawad you can spend some time with. After defeating Barbatos, you dive deep into the demons' domain, an eldritch world where the rules of our reality don't apply... Shoot, blast, and double-punch your way through otherworldly domains, abandoned space stations, and the blood-soaked fields of Earth. VERSION 1.1: -Fixed a lot of bugs (including a soft-lock on MAP27). -Added a DMAPINFO lump. -Updated the UMAPINFO lump. VERSION 1.2: -Changed the alternate COLORMAPs to be a little easier on the eyes. -I changed the timing of the voodoo doll conveyors in MAP10 to prevent the player from blowing up the doll. -Fixed a soft-lock in MAP13 where the player could get stuck between a lowering silo and the outer walls of the room. -Raised the height of some windows in the sealab in MAP13; this prevents some texture glitching in the software renderer. -Changed the door into the blue key area in MAP15 to stay open, preventing a soft-lock. -Added the proper line action to the secret lift in the northeastern section of MAP15. -Fixed a UMAPINFO bug that routed the secret exit in MAP15 to MAP16 instead of MAP31. -Fixed some missing textures in MAP19 in the computer room window. -Replaced some broken conveyor-belt-style monster teleports with more conventional sound based teleports. -Gave two secrets in MAP24 better hints. -Fixed a soft-lock in MAP27 where you could get stuck behind some crates by the yellow key. -Also in MAP27, made the edges of the ship impassable to prevent running off and getting stuck. Also fixed a few soft-locks on the deck of the ship. -MAP27: Added decorations to prevent the player from getting stuck behind one of the beds down in the ship's quarters. -Fixed a missing texture in the bridge of the ship in MAP27. -Incorporated galileo31dos01's MAP28 patch into the wad. -Moustachio, 20th of January, 2022

#doom #wadbot

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avengedbiologist · 9 months

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Top five or top three Anderson ve-hicles then?

Okayyyy lets go

I don't think about this much since I don't care for the vehicles much, I ain't watching the shows for them. However I do have a random list which I will try order.

1) Mac's Jet aircar

I don't know whether this is just my love for Joe 90 speaking but it's one of the faves, it's such a silly car and the fact that technically it's the McClaine family car is the funniest thing. I wouldn't be surprised if Joe is getting dropped off to school in it. And I mean hey the car is the reason Mac and Joe met so.

2) Sam Loovers car

It's literally just a car but it's Sam's, I don't know what it is but we see it so much in the show and it's a big part of Joe 90 since Sam seems to just be giving everyone lifts,,, I hope he's getting petrol money.

3) Skydiver

Idk what to tell u, it's so pretty and well designed. U think I'm not gonna like a submarine that turns into a jet???? I love the design inside and out, it's so aesthetic. (Also shout-out to the string shirts 🫡)

4) thunderbird 4

Again I don't need to explain this, we all know her we all love her. And she's yellow

5) Angel interceptor

Best plane designs, best pilots. This coupled with falcon interceptors cause I know the design is different but they r overall the same thing. I love them both so much they r tattooed on my body so if that doesn't show my love I don't know what does.

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kiroons-hyperfixtations · 9 months

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*points at Axel* hey you see that heavily traumatized character…yeah? Good.

……. want to see me traumatize him more?

Anyway. I have a whole reset thing in my verse with my interceptor ocs. Lucifer, who’s the Renegade, is first and then the timeline resets at some point to Fate, my Paragon, being the interceptor. I have decided that some people remember the old timeline, this including Lucifer and his host Axel.

His eyes become gold/yellow due to his former status as the host of the interceptor. He generally also becomes more rough looking remembering the Renegade route and having to grapple with the knowledge of having to go through Storm-9 AGAIN and just general future horrors. He planned on actually becoming the interceptor this time around but that didn’t happen. Instead Alain made it to the cliff and became the next host. He’s fine, he’s not suffering at all.

#im nervous about main tagging this but fuck it #look at this traumatized man #pokemon rejuvenation #kiroon’s art #pokemon rejvuenation axel

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someonestole15 · 4 months

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Walking away

If only it was that simple.

Run away from everything and simply go on with your life without dealing with the skeletons in your closet. A pleasant dream that quickly faded from my mind as another flak shell exploded near the gunship, the shock pushed the ship off course as I caught my breath and took hold of the controls in front of me.

Red lights across the board, the armor was holding against the shrapnel but a direct impact or one close enough to the fuselage would tear through us. Adrenaline running though my system, I pushed the throttle forward under the risk of overheating the engines.

Lucky or just predictable patterns in the sky, hard to say as I repeat the maneuvers in my head time after time while keeping an eye on the radar for any interceptors coming in. Hyperdrive disabled by the larger ship and the systems onboard, turning around and causing havoc did cross my mind but

“ETA 66 seconds till we’re out. Hull is holding and the engines are hot but steady. Navigation calculations almost complete.”

“Got it, start the drive as soon as we’re clear.”

“Checklist is good, we’re all set. Another barrage incoming.”

“Evading.”

Different pattern, the predictive algorithm managed to keep most of the shells away, shattering the dark abyss with bright red and yellow flames of high explosives as I pushed the stick to the side and guided us underneath it. Engines and repaired armor panels across the hull screaming under the forces, we finally reached the edge of the exclusion zone.

“Jammer zone clear, starting the drive.”

“Radar contact, two bandits at eleven. Heading directly for us.”

“We’re not exactly stealth in this thing, they have radar lock.”

From a steady tone to a series of beeps, a bright light appeared from the direction of the contacts as a missile warning flashed across my HUD. Quick on the draw, Valkyrie armed the ECM and the side GAU-19’s on the side mounts.

“Running point defense.”

Awaken the sleeping monster; large as it might be, the gunship has that name for a reason. Hardpoints always deployed, the symphony of gunfire from the two side guns lit up the sky with tracers as I focused the front gun on the radar contacts.

“Splash one missile, encaging.”

“Aim for center mass, I’ll try to keep them in your arcs.”

“Roger.”

The fighters might be capable but they are more effective in hit and run operations, the gunship excels in what the military likes to call area lockdown. Both side guns can operate freely and the swiveling engines allow it to move in one place far more actively than a fighter could.

Tear across the fuselage with .50 caliber rounds at 2000 rounds per minute, the first fighter burst into flames and painted a trail of scrap across the sky, the second fighter pulled away for a moment before giving chase. Now in atmosphere, I could not pull of any maneuver like this due to the air resistance and drag, but here, there is none of that to worry about.

“He is on our tail, missile lock.”

“Stand by.”

Pull the stick back and send the engines on a 180, not something they put in the manual for flying one of these. Full speed, in reverse with all the guns facing the enemy. Your move.

The fighter pulled off several evasive maneuvers to dodge the machineguns but the cannon only needed one impact to rid him of his wings. The delay caused the round to detonate underneath the missiles stored within the hull. Splash two; I turned the ship around as the fireball faded down behind us.

“No contacts, we’re clear.”

“Booting FSD, let’s get out of here.”

“Good flying, Nav computer has the destination, turn the key.”

A dark cloud as sparks of lightning appeared on the hull of the ship, the loud whirring from the back of the ship got to an unbearable whine as the ship was pulled into the space between systems.

Heavy load of adrenaline finally fading from my system, I leaned back against my seat and disconnected from the ships systems to allow my systems to catch up to the flow of data.

The question might be, where exactly are we going?

The system is mainly a pass through point for shipping between the larger Empire and Federation systems, a well-known point for legitimate business as Mira and Kira spoke about it often.

Taika, also called HAT-P-40 in reports, Nikolas ensured that the local safe house would be usable for us if we needed it. Six planets, two of which can support life although the attempts on record say the wildlife has made it difficult.

Plenty of unsearched forests and terrain to hide in, the plan was to remain there for now to let things cool down, if possible.

Then again, no rest for the wicked.

Guess this would be my return, those 15 pages were mostly trying to move this along by months but hell... I cannot do that to myself.

Happy Holidays, be seeing you again

Fifteenth_

#logs of an android #writing #stories #scifi #science fiction #sci fi & fantasy #fiction #post apocalyptic #cyberpunk aesthetic #text post

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Plastic Skies - Model 6: Saab Draken

Been a while, huh? To be completely honest, it hasn’t actually been that long since the last model, but I held up on writing this until after Christmas for no particular reason.

For those who haven’t seen these, this is my ongoing journal of getting back into building aircraft model kits, a hobby that I tried out for a couple of years when I was a kid but never really got into. And that’s part of why this particular one is at least a little important.

I like the Saab Draken quite a bit. Developed right after WWII as a supersonic fighter-interceptor and built in the early years of the Cold War, the Draken was able to reach speeds of Mach 2 and is also the first aircraft capable of doing the Cobra Maneuver, one of those aviation things that looks like someone hacked real life:

(It’s kinda funny that the plane’s name, “Draken”, can mean either “Dragon” or “Kite”)

I also love its general shape, its double delta wings and wide body making it look more like a starfighter than an airplane. But the main reason why I like the Draken is because it was one of the first model kits my brother built when we were kids. Which makes it one of the very first model kits I’d ever seen. So when I went looking for a 1/72 scale kit to finally move away from the tiny 1/144′s that I’d been focusing so much on, this very generously-priced Draken caught my eye right away. It was pretty much the same price as the Tomcat and Flanker, plus it gave me an opportunity to pait camouflage again, so after a quick trip to a new shop it was mine.

I was happy to see that I had all the tools I needed for this build except for some blue paint. The shop I bought it from didn’t have it, so I took at as an opportunity to go to another one and also pick up a few extras I’d been looking at. Namely, a can of brush cleaner and a rotating platform with elevated hooks to paint smaller parts which I... actually didn’t get much use out of and kinda regret. But it might be useful someday!

The build itself was surprisingly pleasant. After all these models, I’m happy to see I’ve grown an eye for getting the pieces properly glued and balanced, so no more crooked tailfins or wings. Or, well, not as crooked as in previous attempts.

I’m also pretty happy with the paintjob I gave this old gal. It’s a bit thicker than in the reference pictures, but the extra space and a bit more care when thinning the paints made it so the brush strokes aren’t quite as visible as in other models, which was my main goal here. Also, getting the silver stripes required a bit of masking tape use which also went a lot better than other times.

Likewise, I’m pleased with how the landing gears came out. The frontal one is still a bit crooked and the gates aren’t exactly right to the original plane, but the improvement is there. Which is always one of the most encouraging things with any hobby or activity: watching you get better at it. Overall, I was having a nice, relaxing time with my Draken, watching it quickly take shape while also enjoying the process. Painting in particular was really fun and rewarding. It didn’t escape my attention that I was, in a way, one-upping my brother. He never painted his Draken, after all. Although while I was working on this, I did unlock a very, veeery vague memory of one of us attempting to paint at least one kit and being very disappointed at the results. I can’t remember which one of us or what kit but the image was still there, hazy in my mind. I should ask him someday.

So yeah, a good time was had by all rrright up until the decals came out. Turns out Mistercraft’s decals are somehow both tough and fragile. Even after dunking them a long time in water, the only thing that could get them out of the sheet were my fingers, which imediately opened up a whole can of problems which you can already see in the pic above if you look closely enough.

The decal mishaps meant two things: first, that I decided to skip on the big yellow dragon/swordfish decal that would’ve otherwise covered most of the plane’s fuselage. And two, that I was gonna have to weather at least a bit of it to give it a worn-out look. If only to justify the busted up decals.

The weathering job ended up being once of the nicest parts of the model somehow. Thanks to the extra surface to work with, I was able to really fine-tune the sludge wash into something that looks pretty good to my eye. I didn’t do the same for the top of the plane, though that’s mostly because I’m saving up to buy some proper panel liners that will most likely give me a much better look than anything this wash could do.

Speaking of the top, one thing I did for this Draken that I haven’t done for any other plane so far was paint the canopy. I took an extremely fine brush to it, and while it was pretty intimidating at first, I was able to get it painted pretty alright and without having to clean it or use thinners. It’s still a bit gooey and that’s my fault for not using masking tape, but for a first experience, it was still quite nice.

After that, all that was left was give it a couple coats of matte varnish, and the Draken was ready. The combination of a decent enough paintjob and the nostalgic value meant I was quick to show it off to everyone and their dog, who were pretty impressed with it. So the jump up in scale ended up being a real success, in more than one ways. Not only did it serve me a sweet slice of circularity and was a mostly comfortable build: the best part of making this Draken was the confidence it left me with.

I know I’m not a huge pro and I’m sure I’m reaching the ceiling of my personal skills and/or the level of detail I care to get into, but if this is as good as I can make a model, I feel pretty satisfied. Content. And more importantly, I finally feel ready to tackle the Final Boss of this whole endeavor. The model that I desperately want to Get Right. The model that will be, if everything goes well, the first thing I build in 2023.

I’m very, very excited for it.

#My stuff #Hobbies #Journals #Good ol' Swedish planes #I'd like to build a Gripen too someday #They're nice planes Harold #Also #Man #Europe sure seems to love their delta wing planes huh?#Wonder what's up with that

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More About Birds...

When @emsee22 posted this about the potential connection between the Blue Heron and the Bennu Bird yesterday, it got my brain gears turning. For starters, I completely agree that the Blue Heron symbolism could be related to the mythology surrounding the Bennu Bird, and I felt pretty sure I had written about in a post at some time. I went thought my archive and struggled to find it, and eventually I realized that I had relayed the info to @twdmusicboxmystery who had made this post about it.

@emsee22 I hope you don't mind, but I wanted to piggyback off your post and offer my two cents about the Bennu Bird and how it relates to the Blue Heron Symbolism as it comes across in the show.

I think it was back in 2016 that I started researching the Sirius symbolism, in large parts because of the references to Robert Frost's poem One More Brevity in 4x13 Alone. The poem mentions Sirius, and from there on I fell down the rabbit hole that is ancient Egyptian mythology. I was already aware of possible ties between the Blue Heron painting from 4x12 Still and Egyptian mythology, in that it was speculated a heron could have been the original inspiration of the Phoenix myth.

I wrote about how Sirius and the Egyptian deity Osiris were connected in a series of absolutely terrible posts back in 2016, they're cringe beyond belief and I would't recommend anyone to go seeking them out. But my point is, the ties to Egyptian mythology in the show are real, and they've been present for a very long time.

I recently wrote about how I researched blue bird/blue heron symbolism after Noah's T-Shirt Theory, and among other things I discovered that a manufacturer of yellow school buses was named Blue Bird.

We've seen many of these yellow school buses through the years, but it wasn't really until episode 1x5 of Dead City, Stories We Tell Ourselves, that we saw it in a way that confirmed it was a symbol tptb wanted us to read into (here). And that only happened literally just a few months ago, years and years after the Blue Heron painting from Still.

Likewise, while researching Blue Bird symbolism after writing Noah's T-Shirt Theory, I came across a blue bird named Crowned Victoria Pigeon, and I realized it would fit perfectly into the Blue Bird symbolism, because it's also a perfect reference to Rick's police car, a Ford Crown Victoria Interceptor.

(I elaborate on the significance of car brand names in the Trunk Resurrection posts)

It was the perfect symbol, and yet it took years before tptb decided to use it. But eventually they did use it, in an episode of the spin off Tales of TWD, Amy/Dr. Everret. Amy sees a Crowned Victorian Pigeon, then remarks on how it used to be near-extinct, and now it has seemingly "come back" from extinction. Very "on the nose" resurrection symbolism if you ask me.

Which brings me back to the Bennu Bird. We haven't seen it in TWDU yet, at least not that I'm aware of. But like the Blue Bird bus company and the Crowned Victoria Pigeon, I'm confident that we'll get a reference to it at some point, because it's simply too perfect. And probably sooner rather that later, because tptb have been generous with their bird symbolism lately...

I suspect we'll see it as an artwork in the background, or perhaps as a detail in a random conversation (in TWD they often used Eugene to deliver seemingly random fun facts about things otherwise unrelated to anything going on in the scene. He would have been perfect for this type of thing, I can totally see him deliver a monologue on Egyptian mythology).

My point is, if tptb used the Blue Bird school bus reference and the Crowned Victoria Pigeon reference this far into the franchise, years after the first sighting of a Blue Heron painting, my gut feeling is that a Bennu Bird reference is right around the corner. So thanks @emsee22 for bringing it up!

#bethyl #daryl dixon #beth greene #team delusional #team defiance #beth x daryl #the walking dead #twd #twddd

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Some misc Aya head canon drawings (and a couple of just putting the two of them in Star Sapphire outfits for fun xD I had a few more but I didn’t like those outfits as much)

I think as a being of pure will whose entire self on constructed Aya has more “transforming” kind of abilities as opposed to making constructs (although she can do both, just most of them are formed of her body). As a result, the effects of Blue and Yellow Lanterns are different too—she starts to lose control over her contained self in both, Blue because she’s really powerful, and yellow because she is too weak to hold it in place. Finally, I think she needs sleep, but when she does she usually dissipates to a more relaxed state (not a constructed self) and her favorite way to do that is by putting her self back into the Interceptor cause she likes the feeling of ‘resting’ while still being aware.

#aya #razer x aya #razer #gltas #green lantern: the animated series #stills art

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The MiG-25 Foxbat

In the late 1960s, the USSR revealed the existence of the aircraft that appeared to be the world’s deadliest fighter, the MiG-25 (NATO reporting name “Foxbat”). This aircraft could outrun any fighter in the air, and indeed any military aircraft other than the SR-71 Blackbird.

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Loaded with two R-40 missiles (NATO reporting name AA-6 ‘Acrid’), the Foxbat could reach 78,000 feet, but with its full complement of four missiles, it was limited to 68,900 feet. By contrast the Habu flew at cruise speeds above Mach 3 at over 80,000 feet.

Nevertheless, once an SR-71 Blackbird flown by Col. Darrel Cobb was fired on by a MiG-25, as Cobb himself recalls in this interview given to his son Chris;

The “holy grail” of the soviet air defense system: shooting down an SR-71 Blackbird

Col. Cobb’s SR-71 Blackbird fired on by a MiG-25.

‘Operational missions.

‘First let me assure you; we never broke President Eisenhower’s promise to cease overflying the Soviet Union. We remained over international water – 12 mi offshore.

‘All of my operational flying was from Kadena, Okinawa. Area of interest was Vietnam; Korea; Vladivostok, USSR; China. Later, we flew transatlantic & return from Seymour Johnson, NC supporting the Israel Arab war. After I left the program, the SR flew from Mildenhall, England & Bodo, Norway.

‘We already touched on missions against Vietnam & the only night mission.

‘Today let’s cover “north missions.”

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‘Take off, refuel & head into the Sea of Japan; between Japan & south Korea. Accelerated to operational speed – 3.20. Head directly at Vladivostok. headquarters of USSR air defense; and test/r & d of new radar & intercept development. 2200 mph guaranteed to light up all the radar & intercept systems they had.

‘A MiG-25 interceptor squadron was based just outside of Vladivostok. The “holy grail” of the soviet air defense system was to shoot down an SR-71.

‘Turn north up the Sea of Japan & make a U-turn back down the USSR coast (12 mi offshore) with ELINT & SIGINT recorders going full bore. Photo cameras looking oblique into the USSR, updating the interceptor air order of battle. Head south east till past Vladivostok then turn slightly left then right to cross Korea at the DMZ. Photo cameras updating N. Korea force readiness to resume hostilities against S. Korea.

SR-71 Blackbird fired on by a MiG-25

‘Continue down the yellow sea coast of China. All sensors evaluating China’s threat to Taiwan. Turn left- decel & land at Kadena. I flew this profile several times during the 4 years I flew ops missions. One of these got very, very thrilling. Southbound, passing Vladivostok, Reg (my RSO) announced;

‘”We’ve got a fighter locked on – it’s gotta be a MiG-25″

‘”Our DEF [Defensive Electronic Gear, DEF. It Provided ground-to-air and air-to-air missile protection. Still Classified. Def systems were labeled DEF A,B,C,E and G. Later modifications to the DEF Systems resulted in DEF A2, C2, H and M systems. Nearing retirement of the SR-71, a programmable DEF labeled A2C could defeat all known threats to the Blackbirds] is blanketing all beautifully.”

Fedotov MiG-25RB altitude world record

‘”Oops – he just fired – – we’ve got a missile locked on”

‘”Our def has shifted to its missile magic”

‘”There – lock’s broken. Missile’s back in search”

‘”That’s weird – sounds like the missile’s locked on – but not locked on us”

‘”He’s gone – coming up on the “s” turn to the DMZ.”’

Fast forward to late 1976 Col. Cobb retired from the Air Force.

MiG-25 at risk of being shot down by its own missile

Cobb continues;

‘I’m retired! Learning that retirement means no days off; no vacation; no holidays; big pay cut.

‘I find the aircraft TV channel & history channel. Lots & lots of SR-71 films. I avidly watch at every opportunity. In my den, glued to the TV & today’s SR-71 show, & who do I see comparing the MiG-25 with the SR-71??

SR-71 pilot recalls that time his Blackbird flew so fast that he and his RSO landed at Kadena AB two hours before they took off from Beale AFB beating the sun

‘You’re right – – Lt Victor Belenko!

‘He was totally gobsmacked; his MiG-25 burned up the engines getting to Mach 3 yet the SR’s cruise speed was greater than 3.0.

‘Belenko is the one who said that the Holy Grail of soviet air defense was to shoot down an SR.

‘He told of how they would pre-position ahead of the SR’s radar track and had to zoom up to get a lock on & fire their missile.

‘Belenko stressed how quickly & precisely they had to perform because the window of opportunity was so very short.

‘Their target was traveling at 3600 ft/sec. Faster than a speeding bullet.

‘He described in detail how precise the post firing breakaway had to be executed to avoid getting shot down by their own missile; talking as though they found this out the “hard way.”’

Cobb Concludes;

‘Man talk about intense attention – – I’m quickly mentally replaying that tape from the inter-phone – –

‘”We’ve got a fighter locked on – it’s gotta be a Mig-25″

MiG-25

‘”Our DEF is blanketing all beautifully.”

‘”Oops – he just fired – – we’ve got a missile locked on”

‘”Our def has shifted to its missile magic”

‘”There – lock’s broken. Missile’s back in search.

‘”That’s weird – sounds like the missile’s locked on – but not locked on us.”’

What happened to the missile fired by the MiG-25 Foxbat at the SR-71 Blackbird?

What happened to the missile fired by the MiG-25? Could it have locked onto the Foxbat itself? Could the SR-71 DEF have deceived it? We’ll never know.

However, we can assume that given that SR-71 had a cruise speed faster than the top speed of the MiG-25’s Acrid missiles, the Blackbird simply outran the AA-6. There was no chance a Foxbat could conduct a tail-chase interception of an SR-71 (the MiG-25 couldn’t carry out a head-on intercept of a Blackbird too: in fact, the Foxbat’s radar and fire control system was not sophisticated enough to solve the problems of a head-on intercept at closing speeds that would exceed Mach 5).

Be sure to check out Linda Sheffield Miller (Col Richard (Butch) Sheffield’s daughter, Col. Sheffield was an SR-71 Reconnaissance Systems Officer) Twitter X Page Habubrats SR-71 and Facebook Page Born into the Wilde Blue Yonder for awesome Blackbird’s photos and stories.

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Linda Sheffield Miller

Grew up at Beale Air Force Base, California. I am a Habubrat. Graduated from North Dakota State University. Former Public School Substitute Teacher, (all subjects all grades). Member of the DAR (Daughters of the Revolutionary War). I am interested in History, especially the history of SR-71. Married, Mother of three wonderful daughters and four extremely handsome grandsons. I live near Washington, DC.

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