https://preview.redd.it/algh2zcurc631.jpg?width=1800&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=d632c3f7a26706d6b5814d56bf821139ed2c49ea
I was thinking a maple syrup vat so you could see if it was turning to syrup inside but no...
will add more pics here; https://imgur.com/gallery/fRmCbRD
There was no sound as thousands of Terran drop pods streaked through space towards the weaver colony world below.
At least not in space. Inside the drop pods was another matter.
"Congratulations boys and girls, you are all going to be in the history books." said Sergeant Moore over their armor coms system.
"For what sarge?" asked a marine.
"You mean apart from being big damn heroes?" joked another.
"Because if I'm reading this right, our squad is projected to be the first on the ground. We get to be the first humans in history to land on an alien world." replied the sergeant, as the first faint rumbling began inside the pods from atmospheric drag.
"Something to tell the grandkids about for sure" said their lieutenant, patching into their squad's coms.
"Sergeant, Gamma squad is to relieve the weaver militia at the north gate of the shield generator complex at the edge of City Alpha." he said, transmitting coordinates to the Sergeant's armor.
"What about their shield? We aren't going to splatter all over it are we? I'd rather not be bits and pieces" asked Sergeant Moore.
"It's taken care of. The fleet's tactical AI is interlocked with them, and will be telling them when to drop their shields for a couple seconds to let our forces through."
The sergeant nodded. He had been wondering about that.
"The rest of the company will land surrounding the enemy column. Hold the line while we get their attention. Good hunting".
"Yes sir." said Sergeant Moore as the Lieutenant signed out.
"You heard him people, today's gameplan is 'hold what you got'. Everyone get ready, we're entering atmo now".
___________________________________________________________________________________________________________
As the drop pods entered the thicker parts of the atmosphere, their outer hulls became cherry red and began to ablate, the superheated metal particulates released helping foil attempts to lock on with radar guided weapon systems.
As the atmosphere became thicker, the drop pods deployed their grav-chute and aerobraking surfaces, gradually slowing down the pods. Once terminal velocity was reached, metal contr
... keep reading on reddit ➡
>"The humans arriving was like a bomb going off. Locked in war for thousands of years, with entire species being wiped out by all sides, the arrival of the humans was at first looked at as just another pack of interlopers that would be enslaved or destroyed quickly. The humans established a single colony and, to our eyes, simply set about ensuring population diversity and expansion with agriculture and minor industry. Within ten standard galactic years they reached out to all of us in hopes of friendship.
>
>"Then they were, like everyone else, attacked despite their desire for friendship and cooperation.
>
>"It was the last mistake the Wapricoth Empire ever made."
- Excerpt from Atomic Sunrise, Professor Zingat Ulugawa, New Cretalia Press, 22,845 Galactic Standard Date
Mortan stood at the window of his office, staring down at the city below. It was shrouded in darkness, the lights of the urban center trying, and failing, to push back the night. There were not as many vehicles on the street as there had been two years ago, less than a tenth of the windows were lit compared to a year ago, and the city felt, to Mortan, dead and still.
He sipped at the snifter of alcohol in his hand as he looked over the luxury apartment skyraker only ten miles away, noting that the windows were all dark. The skyraker had been the home to two million beings.
Now it was a charnel house that had barely been cleaned up.
Mortan reached up and slicked back the fur on the top of his head, able to faintly see his reflection in the smart glass, then tapped the side of the crystal snifter with one fingernail, the slightly curved black claw making the crystal ring.
From the great height of his office, nine hundred stories up, he could see the grav-strikers slowly patrolling the suburb of Genshooza, lights searching the streets and open spaces.
Mortan knew that the grav-strikers were full of heavily armored troops, armed with heavy weapons, with air support on call and reinforcements in the slowly moving specks in the sky.
At least the bulk of the fighting is over, he thought to himself. He took another sip, this one longer, and then shook his head as he swallowed th
... keep reading on reddit ➡I see a lot on jacketed kettles and man are they pricey, but as I was putting up some stuff the other day, I nested a ten gallon stock pot inside a 16 gallon one and it got me to thinking...
Why not do a poor man's jacketed keg like this? Put a smaller vessel in a larger one, fill the space with water or even oil, and distill. (I'm thinking water since it would more closely match the temps inside) You could distill on the grain without scorching so long as you left some space underneath. And while I'm certain you would get some evaporation from the outside liquid, my high school chemistry thinks that it would (roughly) keep pace with the evaporation going on inside the 10 gallon pot.
But I feel like there has to be a hitch in this plan, because I'm not as smart as I sometimes like to think I am and I feel like if it were a valid idea, more people would have figured it out and adopted it.
What do you guys think?
PS, I'm absolutely not passing this off as some great new innovation, just wanted to see how others might think about it.
I share this message every term. I don't mean to spam you, but I want to make your aware of these resources.
I know that the spring term is coming up and I'm a professor at Georgia Tech who likes to help engineering students. I have several free courses that you may find helpful in your upcoming engineering classes in Statics, Dynamics, Mechanics of Materials, and Vibrations.
Here are the links:
Statics-Part 1: https://www.coursera.org/learn/engineering-mechanics-statics
Statics-Part 2: https://www.coursera.org/learn/engineering-mechanics-statics-2
Dynamics-Part 1 (2D): https://www.coursera.org/learn/dynamics
Dynamics - Part 2 (3D): https://www.coursera.org/learn/motion-and-kinetics
Mechanics of Materials I: Fundamentals of Stress and Strain and Axial Loading: https://www.coursera.org/learn/mechanics-1
Mechanics of Material II: Thin walled Pressure Vessels and Torsion: https://www.coursera.org/learn/mechanics2
Mechanics of Materials III: Beam Bending: https://www.coursera.org/learn/beam-bending
Mechanics of Material IV: Deflections, Buckling, Combined Loading, and Failure Theories: https://www.coursera.org/learn/materials-structures
I also have a new course on edX:
Engineering Vibrations 1: Introduction: Single-Degree-of-Freedom systems"
I hope you find this material helpful!
Go Jackets!
I will be referencing this post numerous times, so I highly recommend you read the post I linked before reading this. Fair warning. There is a massive amount of Gaster in this post. If you don't really believe in Gaster being in Deltarune, then this post is probably not for you. My sincere apologies for the original post. It got way too speculative, with little evidence to back it up. As a result, I deleted it. This version should hopefully be an improvement.
This post will be divided into three parts. The first part will discuss Ralsei and W. D. Gaster's potential history together. The second part will discuss how Spamton and Noelle are connected. The third part will discuss how Kris also connects with Noelle and Spamton's struggle, how Ralsei tries to guide Kris into the direction that Ralsei deems to be correct, and some future predictions of Deltarune.
Part 1: Ralsei, Gaster, and the Roaring
\"THREE HEROES APPEARED TO BANISH THE ANGEL'S HEAVEN\"
This is him.png. Gaster says that the three heroes will banish the Angel's Heaven eventually. Ralsei also knows the prophecy, and he is quite eager to tell it to Kris and Susie. The thing is... Where did he get this information from? He resembles a young sweet prince, who knows little about himself. What I believe is that Gaster and Ralsei were initially cooperating at some point.
Ralsei has a multitude of meta-game knowledge. He knows about the SOUL, saving, keyboard actions, can direct the player's attention and control away from Kris (jail scene in Chapter 1, Susie and Noelle's Ferris wheel ride in Chapter 2), the overlay of the school in the Light World, can detect Kris and Susie when they are far from Ralsei, and even urged Kris to forget about what Spamton said to Kris.
Ralsei can also talk to Kris without the player's awareness. We've seen it after Susie fights Lancer in Chapter 1, and after Susie and Noelle's Ferris wheel scene in Chapter 2. We hear him saying something very interesting:
https://preview.redd.it/hc9dokf996c81.jpg?width=1278&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=d087e9b8bb9fc3f609ef7d1bc149ed82aa0c97d0
Oh. These scenes do prove that Ralsei can talk to Kris without the player's control. But the way he imit
... keep reading on reddit ➡"We had no idea about the War in Heaven. The assault upon Sam-UL the Grand Architect by the Detainee and the Biological Apostles.
"We had our own problems.
"Lots of problems." - Dunta'akto'o, Fifth Most High (Major) of the 319th Irregulars
"I'm sorry, Momma," - Unknown Infantryman, last words
"The Mantid Diplomatic Representative for the Fourth Interstellar Hegemony realizes that you are unfamiliar with Terrans and believe, mistakenly, that humans are just like everyone else. Trust us when we tell you: suppression and cruelty and deprivation in a concentration camp may make other species give up and die from hopelessness but all you have done is housed two point two million insane killers on your homeworld and made them more feral and savage.
"We're offering the chance to surrender to you before they hit the red line and begin to...
"...we're sorry to inform you that the diplomatic window has closed. That screaming you can hear? That's the Terrans.
"They're coming.
"For you." - Wetted Pen and Sword, Mantid Diplomat, minutes prior to emergency evacuation of Jrek'lerk, home planet of the Ruktrakin, extinct species.
"It has to work. It has always worked before thus it must work now." - Atrekna Council, Prior to The Spoked Offensive
"Look at me and tell me the Lemurs cannot hurt us. LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT MY FACE!" - The Defiled One
"May your sword stay wet like a young girl in her prime." - Hail of the the Metal Kings' Men of War, Terra, Unknown Era
"Cornholio? That is a name I have not heard in a long time." - General TP4, Post Third Clone Consortium War, prior to the Fourth Holy Reformation
"In this grave you have dug for me, there is room within its confines for us both," - Terran Descent Humanity
The Atrekna had used the strategy before, in their pre-history. It had taken months of concentration and meditation on ancient crystalline memory-matrixes that had been recovered through temporal archeology, but the strategy had been rediscovered and examined.
It was the strategy that had forced the Herd Lords to scorch the hyperatomic plane. That brazen unthinkable act had been the only way to stop the Atrekna from overwhelming th
... keep reading on reddit ➡
The Harlequin show 'mercy'. Grace and Alan have a little explaining to do.
The rest of the series can be found here
***
Mjrrr huddled in her cage clutching her son.
Not that long ago, the K@sir station came under attack and from what she could tell, it was, in complete defiance of all suspension of disbelief, falling…
...and falling quickly.
Something was tearing the mighty C@gr’an apart.
How did they get past their massive fleet? This station was in orbit above their very homeworld!
The market was abandoned save for the slaves themselves, abandoned in their display cages or left shackled along a wall or at one trader’s shop or another.
Why would they leave them?
Who were they leaving them to?
A hatch opened from deeper inside the station and brightly dressed humans with strangely painted faces charged in…
She didn’t know much about them. Only that there were a few of them among the unfortunates in this market.
They seemed like a nice people, though. One even shared some food with her son even though he was clearly hungry himself.
She felt hope for the first time in a very long while. She recalled that the human that shared his food said that his people hated slavery. Maybe they were liberators?
The humans were shouting and barking in some strange guttural, sibilant, alien sounding tongue as they moved impossibly quickly across the large market, many leaping, flipping, or cartwheeling as they did so.
Groups ran over to the cages and groups of chained slaves.
They were going to be freed!
She looked over at the nice man who had shared his food who was in the same large cage with her expecting to see joy on his face…
...There was no joy…
only… Terror
Moments later, one of the humans tossed a small cube in front of their cage which flashed and surrounded them with swirling, glowing holographic walls.
As soon as they were concealed, the human approached her.
He was trembling?
“Ste’hen?” she asked. “What is...”
He touched her arm, a signal to be silent, as he brought his head close to hers.
“Mjrr...” he whispered as he pressed something into her palm.
It was sharp!
She glanced down to see a small piece of… something… ground to an edge… A weapon!
“Ste’hen, what is this?” she asked in alarm. A weapon was grounds for the most severe of punishments. Where did he even get it?
“It’s for your boy,” he said grimly.
“My boy?” Mjrr whispered in conf
... keep reading on reddit ➡It's always handy to have a list of items that may be found as treasure or in a shop. It's even more useful to have specific descriptions for what these items would look like.
(My party is getting ready to have a shopping episode and I need to be prepared)
Let's build a list of magical or mundane item descriptions:
- Clothing: A fine red button-up jacket with gold embroidery
- Clothing: Stylish light blue jacket with the shop's crest on the back
- Bow: White-wood bow with intricate carvings telling the story of an ancient hero
- Staff: A light wood staff with red cloth for a handle. An elvish poem wraps around and down the staff describing the beauty of Autumn.
- Sword: A dark-metal sword with a silver hilt and gold, faintly-glowing script that runs up the blade
- Spellbook: A deep-blue book with a black leather strap for locking. The spine of the book has a slot for holding writing instruments.
- Clothing: A simple, brown leather traveler's jacket with the image of a campfire stitched in white on the back.
- Clothing: A black mage hat with a floppy point and decorative stitching on the brim
- Clothing: A thick, grey coat, soft with owlbear fur (feathers?)
- Bow: A magical bow with a dark orb that looks like an eye floating off to the side
- A leather belt sewn over with bronze discs. Each disc is inscribed with various images of pastoral images. The back of one of them is inscribed with a date and a personal blessing from a parent. (u/Kiyohara)
- A leather knapsack. Well oiled and in good condition. It has bright brass buckles, padded straps for the shoulders, and is well water proofed. There is a strap and a cover for a bedroll as well as three smaller pockets for trinkets and supplies: one on each side and the last facing away. (u/Kiyohara)
- A slightly dented tin flask. It is wrapped in a very nice leather, tanned a deep and rich dark brown. The embossing on the leather displays a noble house's crest.(u/Kiyohara)
- Clothing: Black leather pants, form fitting and quite snug. It has silver studs placed at each of the joints where the seams meet. A fine display of leather fringe runs the outside of the legs. Small silver bells are attached to several of the fringes.(u/Kiyohara)
- Boots: Knee high cavalier boots, glossed to a shine that would rival a mirror. Built in spurs gleam sliver, with gold accents. The boots lace up the side with silver buttons as catch points. The Silver buttons are each engraved with an equestrian image: a
I don't want to step on anybody's toes here, but the amount of non-dad jokes here in this subreddit really annoys me. First of all, dad jokes CAN be NSFW, it clearly says so in the sub rules. Secondly, it doesn't automatically make it a dad joke if it's from a conversation between you and your child. Most importantly, the jokes that your CHILDREN tell YOU are not dad jokes. The point of a dad joke is that it's so cheesy only a dad who's trying to be funny would make such a joke. That's it. They are stupid plays on words, lame puns and so on. There has to be a clever pun or wordplay for it to be considered a dad joke.
Again, to all the fellow dads, I apologise if I'm sounding too harsh. But I just needed to get it off my chest.
The exploration cruiser plummeted through the planet's dense, carbonized atmosphere, breaking the cloud layer in a flash of ionized plasma generated by its entry. The belly-flop maneuver began slowing it down faster and faster as the atmosphere became denser, and only a few hundred meters above the surface, it fired an array of descent thrusters bleeding off the last of the velocity.
One of, if not the, most efficient ways to land on a planet - a suicide burn, named such because one equipment failure would mean one's doom. However, because the thrusters only fired once for a few seconds instead of through the entire descent, it was the preferred method for such frontier cruisers. Fuel was always at a premium around these parts, given the pointed absence of refineries and star lifters.
With its landing gear deployed, the cruiser did not even send up any dust as it touched down, slowed to the speed of a falling feather. Soon enough, it had rooted itself to the ledge it was landed upon, extending claws into the soil to hold it in place, a long antenna into the air to break through the cloud cover and a small lift from its belly, carrying three beings in hazmat suits.
The first, a tripodal, point-symmetric Yz, was clad in an advanced pressure suit to provide the atmospheric conditions necessary to survive.
The second, a bipedal Hmmk, was simply wearing a thick jacket with a backpack heater, basking in the comfortable warmth.
And the third, a hovering Zer, wore nay but a breathing mask and a sparking energy field enveloping it and its levitation chair in an oxygen filter that removed the poisonous element from the nitrogen it breathed.
The three quickly began taking soil samples, air samples, dust samples, photographs and telemetry readings - the planet had been discovered orbiting an aging yellow dwarf, clad in deep white clouds that grew darker deeper in as their carbon content increased in density. It carried a strong magnetic field which disrupted any remote viewings, which meant a cruiser was dispatched to the location in order to find out what lay beneath the cloud cover.
What the crew discovered was breathtaking. They had landed in a cold, desolate, but awe-inspiring graveyard of steel and concrete - enormous, jagged towers rising from the ash like the grave markers of giants, the cruiser itself perched on one of the more squat (and stable) ones. They quickly located an entrance to the roof they had landed upon, and moved downwards through the st
... keep reading on reddit ➡Another chapter from u/eruwenn and myself.
-----------------
Toby’s words were unfortunately proven extremely accurate, as the next day was a real son of a bitch. No meagre rations were presented to help start her day. Instead, she woke at an unknown hour to the sound of her cell door bursting open, and she was liberally hosed down with ice cold water. Then her frozen body was beaten, and dragged from her cell. It was a generous helping of pain and suffering, and things did not improve from there.
After hours of torture, Chrissy found herself with her arms tied above her head, shoulders straining to hold her body weight. Her feet were shackled to the ground below to make sure she didn't move away, but she could only brush the floor with her tiptoes. She couldn't stand to relieve the pressure on her arms, so how was she expected to make a move? Her brain had long since shut out the agony from her straining muscles, and she looked dully at the way her ruined uniform lay scattered across the floor nearby. She didn't even have the energy to feel thankful that her underwear remained on her.
The blood that scattered over nearby surfaces was her own. A lock of her long blonde curls hung in front of her face, matted and stained red, and she knew the rest of her hair looked similar. A warm trail of blood dripped down her bare legs from a fresh cut in her abdomen, and she looked over to where Toby was strapped to a chair.
He was staring at her, looking incredibly pale yet still defiant. The Erinal was in much worst shape than her, as not only was his species much weaker to begin with but they tired quickly without their high calorie diets. She tried to smile at him, but found she couldn't muster one.
“Save your strength, they’ll be back soon,” the chained counter-intel officer insisted. “You’ve done amazing. I’m proud of you, Blue Eyes.”
She struggled to answer, her throat hoarse from the screams they had eventually torn from her. She had tried so very hard not to give them the satisfaction, but they had broken her silence. The one thing she had held back, that she had refused to do no matter what, was to beg Toby to answer them and spare
... keep reading on reddit ➡Manufacturing procedure: Testosterone Cypionate 200 mg/mL
Batch size:
- Testosterone Cypionate | 10.00Kg
- Benzyl Benzoate | 10.00Ltr
- Benzyl Alcohol | .450 Lts
- Arachis Oil | 30.60 Lts
Best practices:
- Work surfaces should be covered with disposable plastic backed absorbent paper.
- Surgical face masks of good quality should be worn.
- Adequate washing facilities and suitable eyewash.
- Protective goggles or glasses should be worn.
Area and equipment:
- Area should be free from unwanted materials as well as materials from the last batch.
- The equipment to be used should be labeled for product, batch no. and date, prior to use.
- The equipment to be used should bear a clean equipment tag and wash water analysis report relating the equipment is available in case of product changeover.
- All areas, manufacturing and packaging, should be cleaned per the respective S.O.P.
Personnel:
- All personnel should be in good health and practice good sanitation habits.
- Personnel engaged in manufacture, processing, packaging, should wear protective apparel such as head, face, hands and arms covering.
Environment:
- Humidity - 45%
- Temperature - 22 C (71.6 F)
- HEPA filtered air under positive pressure to prevent outside air from leaking air
Manufacturing, filling, and sealing:
Stage 1: Solution preparation
- In your oil heating tank, set the thermostat to 150 degrees C (302 F).
- Place Arachis oil and Benzyl Benzoate in an oil heating tank and turn on the device.
- Wait until the temperature reaches 150 C (302 F) and wait 30 minutes.
- Turn off the heating device and cool the liquid up to 80 C (176 F).
- Mark as tank “A”.
- To tank “A”, add step-wise with stirring, Testosterone Cypionate and Benzyl Alcohol.
Results: A clear solution should be obtained.
Allow the solution to cool up to 25 C (41 F). Flush nitrogen for 5 minutes.
Stage 2: Filtration
Attach filtration tanks with filtration assembly consisting of:
- Nitrogen supplying pipe line
- Air filter 0.22 micron
- Air pressure gauge
- Membrane holder fitted with pre-filter (1.5 micron) membrane filter (0.22 micron).
Inlet tube of the membrane holder is attached with a filtration tank and outlet tube of the membrane holder is attached with the sterile storage-filling vessel tank.
Filtration should be done under nitrogen pressure, do not apply more than more than 2 kg/cm2 of pressure.
50 Ltr solutions are approximately filtered through a 0.22 membrane f
... keep reading on reddit ➡The Gathering Place
I did my best to make myself presentable. You should read that as finishing pissing, rubbing a finger back and forth across my teeth and then spitting in my hand and scraping it through the mane I'd developed over the last year of bouncing between vet shelters.
Once I'd had enough of that, I pushed against the door of the SOS and stepped out. Escort Weaver and Escort Priam were waiting for me. They led me a to a white transpo idling a few feet away. The hatch unsealed as we approached, revealing a perfect white interior.
I glanced over at Escort Priam. "White uniform. White car. White people. At least you have a theme."
Escort Priam offered a slight smile. "It is a company brand color. Of course, the fact that Escort Weaver and myself are both white is merely a coincidence. The Twine Traveler Company prides itself on its inclusivity initiatives and engages in best practice blind-hire protocols for all United Sovereignty citizens."
Somehow, I hated corporate speak more than military speak. That was pretty fuckin' impressive given the fact some asshole CO was yammerin' corps chatter in my ear half the time I was getting shot up along with my troops. I didn't bother explainin' such to Escort Priam, mostly because they had bigger problems given the size and length of stick crammed up both of their asses. Instead, I ducked my head through the hatch and plopped myself down on the pretty pretty interior and hoped my piss didn't it stain it.
Too much.
We passed the ride in silence. Escort Weaver managed to look only vaguely disgusted and Escort Priam had some bullshit grin plastered on his face that I think was supposed to make me want to punch him less. It had the opposite effect.
After a few minutes ticked by, the transpo came to a stop, the hiss of compressed gas accompanying the dull thud as the skids hit terra firma once more. Escort Weaver tapped a button and the hatch swung open. She followed it out, taking a pretty loud inhale once she had made her exit. Apparently my stench had offended her delicate sensibilities.
I followed Escort Weaver and Escort Priam brought up the rear. Outside the transpo was still inside. Some sort of large landing bay. Around me I could see other transpos with other Escorts. Some were getting in, others were just arriving, always with some other confused soul along with them. I imagined I didn't look any better than the
... keep reading on reddit ➡Alot of great jokes get posted here! However just because you have a joke, doesn't mean it's a dad joke.
THIS IS NOT ABOUT NSFW, THIS IS ABOUT LONG JOKES, BLONDE JOKES, SEXUAL JOKES, KNOCK KNOCK JOKES, POLITICAL JOKES, ETC BEING POSTED IN A DAD JOKE SUB
Try telling these sexual jokes that get posted here, to your kid and see how your spouse likes it.. if that goes well, Try telling one of your friends kid about your sex life being like Coca cola, first it was normal, than light and now zero , and see if the parents are OK with you telling their kid the "dad joke"
I'm not even referencing the NSFW, I'm saying Dad jokes are corny, and sometimes painful, not sexual
So check out r/jokes for all types of jokes
r/unclejokes for dirty jokes
r/3amjokes for real weird and alot of OC
r/cleandadjokes If your really sick of seeing not dad jokes in r/dadjokes
Punchline !
Edit: this is not a post about NSFW , This is about jokes, knock knock jokes, blonde jokes, political jokes etc being posted in a dad joke sub
Edit 2: don't touch the thermostat
This one should have some of that action and suspense you are looking for, though this is but a prelude to an even more action-packed chapter to come. I thank all of you who have been sticking around. For those interested this story takes place in a setting of my own design called The Oblivion Cycle. There will be stories from all across this broad setting for me to tell. So if this one isn't quite your jam, there will be others that might fit you better. As always, Please Enjoy.
+ Prologue + Previous + Next +
_______________________________
Chapter 21
Agent of Chaos
"Coming out of warp in sixty seconds." Neirdith heard Jessie declare. The last eleven days in warp had been a bit boring, but fulfilling. They were finally on their way to getting Seth his treatment, and this was but a simple refueling stop. There wasn't anything that could happen here to take them off course or delay them.
As the all too familiar twisting lurch of a warp exit passed through the ship, she looked at her console again. The system that she had chosen to refuel at was named Hrule III, there wasn't much here besides a small refueling station that had grown into a medium sized town of around 11,000 inhabitants. Other than this small colony, which was named Geodrome, the system itself was a barren wasteland of shattered planets and asteroid fields. The large red giant star that occupied most of the inner system was prone to flares and it was only the intense magnetic field of the gas giant that the colony orbited that kept them from being washed away in a tidal wave of radiation.
"Welp, there it is, doesn't look like much." Jessie remarked as he looked at the sensor readings.
"It doesn't need to be much, we are only here for a quick refueling stop. I'll give you all some time off when we get to Highland, they will have nicer amenities anyways." She finished.
Creesh asked quickly "Uh, Neirdith? Does anyone know we are here?" Neirdith looked over to her and frowned.
Speaking thoughtfully, she replied "Not to my knowledge, why?"
"Well, we just got hailed by someone, should I answer?" Creesh said in a cautious voice.
"I don't see the harm in i
... keep reading on reddit ➡Do your worst!
We always hear about the Emperor and the Chaos Gods playing 100D chess with each other, but we rarely ever see it, so I thought that this would be a great opportunity to actually seeeven one aspect of that 100D Chess in action. __ Context: It’s the Gothic War, also known as the 12th Black Crusade, The Macharius, a Ship within Battlefleet Gothic, and it’s captain, Leoton Semper, took out a ship that was a sister ship to The Virulent, now after meeting The Macharius in battle, and even engaging in some boarding actions to exact revenge upon The Macharius, and failing to destroy it, the Captain of the Virulent, Sirl, has one final trick up his sleeve.
Zane is a Fury Pilot on the Macharius.
>The master of the Virulent turned away from the auspex screen, pleased to see the distant shapes of the Imperial fleet falling away to the rear of his vessel. Accompanying the Virulent were the Pluton, the Pagan Voyager and a handful of surviving escort vessels. The Heathen Promise limped off on a different course heading, offering itself—Sirl was delighted to see—as an obvious, alternative target for the wrath of any pursuing enemy ships. Ahead of the fleeing Chaos ships was open space, and the promise of escape into the warp. > >It had been Sirl’s intention to launch a second wave of boarding craft at the Macharius, but, before he could do so, he was beaten off by the marauding beams of the Drachenfels’ deadly accurate lance turrets. Sirl was a loyal servant of the true powers of the warp, but he was no rage-possessed Khornate madman. He had served Grandfather Nurgle for centuries, and fully intended to serve him for centuries more yet. The ways of the Grandfather were slow and methodical, differing from those of the other Chaos powers, but in the end, all things fell to decay and corruption. The Macharius and the Virulent would cross paths again, he knew, and, when they did so, he would have his revenge. > >After all, he mused to himself, had he not already taken steps to ensure that it would be so? > >The Chaos thing shuffled through the darkness, leaving the lights and shouts of the enemy search parties behind it. There had been others like it amongst the boarding assault, it knew, others bearing the captain-champion’s plague gifts, but somehow it sensed that it was the only one to survive this far. > >The cold, metal vaults and passageways of the enemy ship were unfamiliar to it, not at all like those of its own vessel, where the ri
... keep reading on reddit ➡A ship’s crew came upon an abandoned lighthouse the day after Christmas in the year 1900. There was no sign of the three lighthouse keepers who should have been present: James Ducat, Thomas Marshall, and Donald McArthur. The relief lighthouse keeper, Joseph Moore, found an eerie scene before him when he landed. All of the doors and windows and gates in and around the property closed but the rooms were all well-lived in: beds were still unmade, clocks stopped, and food was out on the table. It was as if the keepers fled the lighthouse in a rush...or were taken.
The building was severely damaged, walls scarred, and stones cracked. Something had put the lighthouse under siege though no storms capable of such calamity were reported in the area of the Flannan Isles, just off the northwestern coast of Scotland. The Atlantic can be devious in the winter, however, and it’s possible that some irregular weather event was the cause of the disappearance. The prevailing theory is that the three men were working near the shore when a sudden and massive wave reached up from the sea to drag them away.
That’s almost the truth but there is so much more to the story. My name is Lucas Vant, amateur reporter, professional conspiracist, and owner of the blog Horror in History. I’m once again posting the contents of a journal retrieved by my team to spread the true story of one of history’s strangest mysteries. Through my contacts, I’ve come into possession of the log books of Thomas Marshall, one of the missing keepers. You may have seen excerpts of these diaries floating around message boards over the last few years. However, this is the first time that I believe the full set detailing the events of the disappearance have been made available.
This is a tale of three men in isolation, of a terrible storm, a hungry sea, and of a ship that has no earthly explanation.
Journal of Light Station at Flannan Isles,
Account signed by Thomas Marshall, Lighthouse Keeper Occasional,
Tuesday, December 11th, the Year of Our Lord 1900
Mr. McArthur had another fit today. This time it was over breakfast. Apparently, Mr. Ducat over cooked the eggs and caused some bacon to burn. In response, Mr. McArthur shattered his plate and sent a chair flying into the wall. I ran downstairs after hearing the commotion and found Mr. McArthur seething while Mr. Ducat simply stared at the remains of the eggs. Both men have been acting peculiar this past week, prompting me to keep this second, “
... keep reading on reddit ➡Ants don’t even have the concept fathers, let alone a good dad joke. Keep r/ants out of my r/dadjokes.
But no, seriously. I understand rule 7 is great to have intelligent discussion, but sometimes it feels like 1 in 10 posts here is someone getting upset about the jokes on this sub. Let the mods deal with it, they regulate the sub.
Hansen watched as the Peak Performance entered an orbital path around the Horsecrab station at a distance that placed both the station and the ship out of range for either superstructure’s potential weaponry.
“Disengage the weapon systems that face the station and have the fighter patrols limit their flightpath to the outer orbit side.” Hansen instructed his bridge officers.
“Incoming communique from the fleet, Commodore.” The Comms operator reported in.
“My station.” Hansen replied as he took the seat behind the command console.
“Welcome back, Commodore.” The senior captain of Alpha Fleet greeted him from the display.
“Thank you, Franklin.” Hansen returned the salute. “Did we miss anything interesting?” he deliberately struck up a casual tone for the report.
“A couple of Squid ships have tried to enter the system. All of them were either incapacitated or convinced that pursuing the station was counterproductive.” Captain Franklin summarised as the reports trickled in on Hansen’s terminal. “No casualties on the Alliance’s side.”
“Hm.” Hansen nodded as he glanced over the munitions expenditure sections of the reports. “Dallas?” He raised his head to catch the eyes of his XO as she faced him from her position at the navigation terminal. “Have our stores of S.H.I.T Heads distributed to the fleet to make up for expenditures. I want all ships at eighty percent stores.”
“Immediately, Commodore. I’ll have the fabrication bays refresh our stores asap.” Dallas gave a quick nod in confirmation and headed to the logistic stations.
“That is appreciated, Commodore, I really wasn’t looking forward to ordering a catering enforced resupply.” Franklin didn’t hide his gratitude. “Morale tends to take a dive when the ‘Seafood saturday’ protocol is enacted.”
“I get that, Captain,” Hansen sighed, “I really do.” He added, mostly to himself before continuing: “Maintain the safety perimeter and have the scouts relay observations from the other side of the star. We don’t want to be surprised again.”
Franklin
... keep reading on reddit ➡They were cooked in Greece.
How the hell am I suppose to know when it’s raining in Sweden?
I'm surprised it hasn't decade.
