Deek said something about a craft recipe but I must have missed where it says what it was. I searched the internet and can't seem to find out what it was. What was the craft recipe I got?
After finishing the camp, i am now unable to enter the bunker. Whenever i try climbing the bunker ladder i seem to get pushed upwards which ends up with me climbing mid air. If i go all the way down he simply cancells the animation and i end up getting stuck midair. Ive tried reloading the save, turning the game off completely, fast travelling and going back. However this bug seems to be persisting. Is this a known PC bug, or am i just really unlucky?
Near wear you get the hemlock
Also I thinks it's a reference to left 4 deads hard rain where a abondoned sugar Mill is infested with witches
I'm toying with a squadron-heavy Imperial list and was curious: does the Fighter Ambush objective override Rapid Launch Bays? e.g. do I absolutely have to deploy all my squads beyond distance 5 or could I mix and match between them?
“No, I am not sending off five of our gate guards and escorts out to go after a local predator without any kind of replacements on hand.”
Captain Vii’a Maa’trix stood her ground firmly before the small gathering of her subordinate Red Tempest Mercenaries forming a semi-circle around her, refusing to go along with their last minute plan to avenge a fallen podmate.
“Captain, that thing is still out there, who knows who else it will try to turn into a meal!” a pair of umber skinned Nighkru twins, Krella and Belka, interjected. “This isn’t just about Tenka, but everyone of us who guards the outer wall or works the night shift is in danger!”
“I know," Vii'a sighed. "But I don’t have enough mercenaries to send off at the last minute to either take your places, or go after it for you. I need to make sure that this base is secured at all times, especially now that we have a brig full of angry protestors all demanding to see their lawyers!”
The older cyborg scoffed as she ran her silver robotic hands through her snow white hair before looking to the crew before her. “I mean, do any of you know the first thing about hunting large predators?”
“I do, and I’m very proficient in doing so too.” Ara the lone Rakiri stated, to no one’s surprise.
“I’ve gone on trips with Ara before.” Miztana shrugged, also not much of a surprise considering how close the two were.
“I’ve done some here and there when on leave.” Haelga shrugged, brushing her bangs out of her eyes.
“Well, that’s just three out of five, so I don’t think that’s going to work with just-”
“Four out of six.” Gray called out, “I’m still here, Vii’a.”
The group split down the middle and turned towards the voice of the sole male on base, Vii’a staring in a mix of disbelief and alarm.
“Oh, I am absolutely not allowing this!”
“Why?” Gray challenged, stepping through the group to stand off against his ex. “I have experience in hunting big game and large predators since I was big enough to hold a rifle.”
“I don’t care, you’re not going, and that’s an order!” Vii’a snapped, squaring up to the slightly larger Human male.
“With all due respect, Captain, I think this has less to do with needing all hands on deck, and more a conflict of interest.” Gray said cooly, staring down at the gray elf alien, “It’s not because I’m unqualified, you have my file. It’s not because I’m on duty, because today is my scheduled on-base leave. So it just leaves three options: Either because I’m a male, because I’m your ex-boyf
... keep reading on reddit ➡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.
---Disclaimer: This chapter contains fictionalised depictions of bigotry, violence, cannibalism and reference to slave trading. Please read no further if you feel any of those things would upset you.---
---Revanchism---
---Victor’s Perspective---
“Pick it up!” I say incredulously at Mouse, who’s just dropped her dead firearm on the ground in front of her.
“Don’t separate yourself from your firearm just because it’s useless currently! Pick it up and put it back in the holster I gave you!”
Fuck!
Maybe I should have put her last in succession?!
She’s so smart that I forget how thoroughly bookish her intelligence is!
I holster my shotgun at my back and hear that, ever so satisfying, analogue *click* of it locking into place.
I draw my plasma-falchion. I should have nearly a metre of edge, superheated to thousands of degrees… I click the ignition… what I have is a lump of metal(!)… I test the edge… a sharpish lump of metal(!)
Then I hear a mass of sibilance and gutturals coming from behind me… Fuck! Hassi doesn’t speak English! Of course she doesn’t! She only encountered Terrans weeks ago… even a Human couldn’t learn a language quite that fast! Plus, she’d probably learn Hindi if she were going to learn anything.
We lucked out that everyone else speaks my first language. I know it’s the closest thing to a Terran lingua franca there is but not every Terran speaks it!
“You three!” I say addressing those who aren’t SOs but do speak English “New plan: Find somethin’ you’re happy usin’ as a bludgeon. I think there’re some railing posts in that crate over there. Just get somethin’ you’re happier with than bare hands! When you’re done rearming, I want Mage and Mouse guardin’ Starboard side door and Cookie and Hassi on Port! You’re gonna take anyone that gets past me, Samus and Tuun. Don’t let even one get into the ship!”
Turning to Hassi I try to remember enough Galactic Basic to say “Follow friends find thing for hit. Go Krish after.” while backing it up with Human adapted Galactic Basic Sign Language… she seems to understand…
“Samus! You’re taking point! I want you in the middle of the room, controlling the space with that greatsword! I’ll be backing you up to your right, Tuun will take your left.” Samus draws 150cm of blade from her hip and stands it next to herse
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“So, you’ve decided?” I ask, uncertainly.
“We have.” Responds Taylor, his emerald green eyes set and serious.
“…And your decision is?...”
“Well… we decided…” he shifts his position in the loveseat, beside Tuun.
“…We decided on… ‘mirklets’…” he says, raising a mirklet from his lap to coo into its face.
“I’m glad the ship’s most controversial issue, ever, is finally resolved(!)” I mock, dryly.
“We had an all night discussion… the crew gave us some great suggestions but… ‘mirklets’ was the clear winner! I was surprised… my bet’d’ve been on ‘mirkittens’. ‘Mirkits’ was very popular, looked like it might take the lead for a minute there. ‘Mirkpups’ was another that people were tepid on. Other suggestions were ‘fluffkits’, ‘mirkpeeps’, ‘mirkies’, ‘duskkits’, ‘flufflets’, ‘mirkbites’, ‘mirquats’, ‘mittens’, ‘mircubs/mirkubs’, ‘nuglets’, ‘mirknuggets’ (very popular), ‘cuddles’ (might’ve got confusin’), ‘flumps’ (standin’ for ‘fluffy murder potatoes’), one crewman was surprisin’ly resolute on an English pun involvin’ the slang verb ‘merc’ and, some of my favourite from the crew; ‘gloamkits’ and ‘murmurs’!”
“Well… I’m not surprised it took all night to decide… what with how incongruently indecisive Terrans (and apparently Sahas) can be about trivialities like what the cutest name for the cute thing is(!) What about individual names?”
“This…” he gestures at the one with the largest eyes and widest mouth, returned to making a bed of his and Tuun’s laps, post face cooing “…is Chesh, that…” he gestures at the only one with fully black fur, nestling into Hasiakh’s stomach on the floor “…is Nox, that’s Catbus,…” gesturing a the largest, squarest one, wrestling with the end of Hasiakh’s tail “…that’s Kit, that’s Gloam, that’s Murmur, that’s Nugget…” gesturing at the smallest, only purple, most slyly mischievous looking and roundest ones, respectively “…and that…” he gestures at the single albino “…is Snowflake.”
“And were eight all-nighters of [gemot] required to decide on those(?)” I say, with a mirthful chitter.
“No, they just, sorta, came out and we all agreed on ‘em. Obviously, every one’s Fluffy-approved!”
I reach up to Sam’s ear to give him a grateful scritch.
He’s been assigned as my bodyguard in Triple M while it is a churning mass of chaos, with eight [6 to
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Chapter Thirty
Adam paused to look up mid-bite of his food as a large Shil’vati Marine sat in the seat across from him in the Frigate’s chow hall. Sel, Classy, and himself had been riding on this ship back to Fel’yara for the past two days, after the instructors had essentially given them the boot and let them undergo the ‘final exam’ of the course early. Whether this was because of their display with the noble recruits, a desire to get them out from under their noses as fast as possible, the emergency orders to return to the unit, or a combination of all three, he would never know.
“So, are you looking to fight, fuck, or just curious about the human Deathshead?” Adam asked, resuming his bite.
“Oh! No - I just - er, the last option.” She said, clearly flustered.
After having spent months now with the large aliens, he’d learned they were easily flustered when being pressed by a male, instead of just outright stonewalling them. He’d met a couple male stewards on this ship, and while they were perfectly nice to him, they definitely tended to be ‘ice queens’ around the women, as he’d previously joked.
“Well,” he said, setting down his fork next to the half-eaten meat patty, “what do you want to know?”
“Well, uh…” she trailed off, going blue in the face. If he was being honest, she was rather cute, clearly just over the age of enlistment. Cute face on a decently muscled seven foot tall frame, if not taller. “How?”
“How what?” He asked, furrowing his brow.
“How’d this happen?” She asked, gesturing to his armor.
He’d taken to wearing the plates and armor suit around the ship whenever he was alone, not really wanting to find himself in another situation like the one he’d found himself in on the frigate shortly after leaving earth.
“What? Me being a Deathshead, or me being here specifically?” He asked, gesturing to the mess hall.
“Deathshead!” She said excitedly, clearly happy that this male wasn’t stonewalling her attempt at conversation.
“Long story. Short version is that I rescued a podmate from an ambush, and they liked me so much that they decided to keep me around.” He finished with a shrug.
“How’d you rescue a Deathshead? My Sergeant tells me they’re unkillable!” She replied, her meal long forgotten.
“Humans are really good at killing shit, I guess. I suppose it was a situation of unstoppable force meets immovable object.”
“You saved her from your friends?” She asked, clearly enraptured by his story.
“Not my friends. You’d call them traitors
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They were stationed at the industrial end of the Ligovka region of Petrograd, at the Imperatritsovskiy Mnogoprofil'nyi Gospital' Petrogradskoy Oblasti hospital. How the locals managed to even pronounce that name was a mystery to Horok.
The area was as bleak and sketchy as they got. The wide, heavily-cracked sidewalks were bounded by pothole-riddled streets on one side and rows of factory buildings on the other. The flat, featureless brick walls of these structures rose high above the once smooth and level pavement, giving the area a surprisingly claustrophobic atmosphere.
'At least they give some color to this Ancestors-forsaken place,' Horok thought as he looked up and down the dreary avenue that the hospital's entrance faced. The reddish-brown brick, streaked with grime and tagged with white graffiti though it was, still easily managed to be the most colorful thing the man could see.
The whole area appeared to be almost exclusively painted in various muted shades of gray and brown. From the old, worn, mud-streaked asphalt of the road, to the exhaust-fume-colored clouds that blocked out the sun, to the bare, spindly trees that grew out of the occasional square cutout in the sidewalk - everything seemed purpose-designed by nature to be as unappealing as possible. The cold not-quite-fog, not-quite-rain that fell from the ashy heavens only added to that guess.
When Horok first laid his eyes upon his new post, his fears of dying from a bandit attack were immediately dispelled. There were practically no windows with a sightline to the hospital and no dark alleys for a potential gunman to hide in. Reassuringly, Imperial presence in the area was high enough to eke out a tiny orange splotch on the otherwise red map of the Petrograd Oblast. The man was pretty sure, however, that he'd succumb to boredom long before any local resistance would get to him.
It didn't help that their patrol rounds were incredibly dull. They'd stand at guard outside the entry doors for half an hour, then march laps around the building for the next two. Horok didn't mind the marching too much; he could just zone out and think of something else, and his year in the Scouts meant that unladen walking was practically effortless for him. He hated standing still, though; that meant
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I said "hey look, an escaPEA"
No one near me but it didn't half make me laugh for a good hour or so!
Edit: I can't believe how much this has blown up. Thank you everyone I've had a blast reading through the replies 😂
It really does, I swear!
They’re on standbi
Chapter Twenty-Five
The recruits stood in front of a large, multi-story complex in the center of the simulated town of Mor’ai. Adam, along with the two noble recruits, had been pulled to the front of the just over two dozen candidates that remained. Head instructor Xen’aya stood before them, pacing as she delivered a briefing.
“Over the next three days and three nights, you have a solitary mission, recruits!” The woman projected, “This hospital is currently in the process of being evacuated in this scenario, and your job is to defend it from the rebel onslaught. Because of the local civilian terrain, command has banned the use of orbital strikes, and the rebels hit this town before a proper defensive effort could be organized.” She paused, gesturing to the unit.
“Therefore, three - albeit larger than normal - pods of Deathsheads were tasked with the impossible; defending this hospital from an endless wave of rebels until evac can be completed. We have brought in electronic simulated explosives for the defense, inside the crates in the atrium as well. The three Direct Recruits will be in charge of selecting and commanding their pods. The rest of the recruits will be expected to follow their orders.”
The large woman paused to eye the armed and armor-clad soldiers that stood in formation before her. Satisfied that she had made her point, she nodded and looked at Adam.
“Recruit Adam, the fairer sex goes first!” She said with a teasing tone.
Immediately Adam pointed at Sel, not wanting her to be stuck with the nobles. He shuddered at the thoughts of what accidents might befall her otherwise. The nobles took their recruits in turn, returning the choice back to Adam, who took a page from his commanding officers book. He pointed at the sole werewolf woman in the company, who’s ears perked up and sleeved tail began to gently swish as she walked to him. He hoped this meant she was happy, as the large woman shared characteristics of both feline and canine in equal measure.
When the time came for him to choose his next podmates, he chose a mountain of a Shil’vati woman, her face marred by scars. She had a decidedly ‘combat mother’ energy around the bay over the past weeks, and would consistently bother the other recruits; ensuring that they ate, slept, and kept themselves in a healthy mental state through virtue of constant nagging. Of course, by being one of the tallest in the company, standing just shy of eight feet, her frame practically dared anyone to ch
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Pilot on me!!
Hello chaps.
We last left off having met up with Ryoma and the Cheve resistance which fights against Nohr. Apparently, Ryoma headed for Cheve as soon a a scout informed him that there was a "new civil strife" there. Rather than try to regroup with his siblings or the Hoshidan army to defend his homeland, he leaves, apparently by himself, only sending one person back with a message of his general whereabouts. We don't have a concrete understanding of what his long game was or how he expected his siblings to randomly stumble upon him in Cheve when they're an underground resistance force.
Not long after meeting up with Ryoma, the Nohrian army attacks a secret hideout, leading the group to believe they still have a traitor in their ranks even though Zola died. Ryoma takes a secret passage that leads "right to Nohr's doorsteps", saying running from the enemy won't end the war while Corrin chimes in that moving forward quickly with a small force might actually work. And so, our heroes abandon the Cheve resistance currently engaged in battle against a numerically superior Nohrian force and run towards Nohr.
I'm not sure what the group's actual plan is at this point other than to channel their inner Ephraim, but I am a little confused by the Nohrian army's ability to instantly mobilize and teleport - this happened in chapter six, seven, and now. A common trend for the maps thus far has been protagonists minding their own business and then being attacked. There has been very little planning or deliberation, especially for long term objectives, and if the non-existent transition between chapter six and seven didn't show that, Ryoma running towards Nohr as soon as an army shows up without any explanation as to how he plans to proceed definitely does.
They reach a big wall manned by a lot of troops, and Corrin tells everyone that if they want to return home they can do so now, though considering how far away from home they are and the Nohrians were attacking the place they escaped from, that'd be...difficult. The Hoshidan siblings express their loyalty to Corrin, and Ryoma calls the protagonist a leader. Corrin has not had much of a leadership role up until this point, as the more road trip-like structure of Birthright hasn't lent
... keep reading on reddit ➡I was bored writing my dissertation and this is the result. Didn't include fictional rappers because those could get pretty ridiculous, but I might someday. Included last words because I find them interesting, but keep in mind that last words, especially those before the modern era, are famously bullshit, so take most of this with a lot of salt.
I was expecting there to be a lot more battle references than there actually were.
John Lennon
Death: Shot four times in the torso by obsessed fan Mark David Chapman in the archway of his New York residence, age 40 (Dec 8, 1980 – New York, USA)
Last Words: “I’m shot, I’m shot!”
Battle Reference: None
Adolf Hitler
Death: Suicide by self-inflicted gunshot as his bunker was close to being taken by Soviet forces, age 56 (April 30, 1945 – Berlin, Germany)
Last Words: “Above all, I charge the leadership of the nation and their followers with the strict observance of the racial laws and with merciless resistance against the universal poisoners of all peoples, international Jewry.” (last will)
Battle Reference: “But when your bunker started getting fired up, you put a gun in your mouth and fired up” (Note: Hitler actually shot himself in the temple)
Abraham Lincoln
Death: Shot in the head by Confederate sympathizer John Wilkes Booth while watching a play, age 56 (April 14 1865 –Washington D.C., USA)
Last Words: When asked by his wife Mary whether their friend would mind them holding hands: “She won’t think anything about it”
Battle Reference: “My raps will blow your mind like a verbal John Wilkes Booth”, “You stop bullets with your tears? I catch them with my skull”, “I fought for what was on my brain until a bullet went through it.”
Macho Man Randy Savage
Death: Sudden heart attack while driving with his wife. Found to have an enlarged heart and advanced coronary artery disease. Age 58 (May 20, 2011 – Largo, USA)
Last Words: “I don’t feel too good”
Battle Reference: None, happened after battle
Kim Jong-Il
Death: Massive heart attack while traveling by train, according to state of media, although some contest this story. Age 70 (Dec 17, 2011 – Pyongyang, North Korea)
Last Words: Unknown
Battle Reference: None, happened after the battle
**Ludwig van Beeth
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Nothing, he was gladiator.
I was reading the NJO (and beyond) AU fanfiction by YodaKenobi on tf.n. And there comes a point where (spoilers for the fic series) >!all but 13 Jedi Knights/Masters are wiped out, along with most of the apprentices etc by a Sith called Darth Malig. !<
The following is Luke's response to this (written in 2012, just saying). Read the full chapter and ignore context if you want, but this is the key bit. Skip to the end if you must for the most important part (I've marked it out and its in the comments because character counts)
>The fire popped and crackled as its blue cinders collapsed, sending sheaves of glowing embers and flickering motes of ash swirling above the lashing ribbons of orange flame into the cold night sky, where one by one they dimmed and went out, just like...
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>Jaina let the thought trail off, feeling cold and empty again.
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>How long had it been since she had been staring into another campfire on a beach far from Tatooine? Fourteen hours? Twenty?
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>She couldn't be sure. But in that time, everything had changed.
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>Darth Malig had won. The Jedi were destroyed. And all was lost...
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>It didn't seem real somehow. In the year since this war had begun, Jaina had never really thought that they would fail. The Light always triumphed in the end, didn't it? The heroes won and the villains were vanquished, right? Like with the Empire. Like with the Yuuzhan Vong. That was the way it was supposed to be. As cynical and guarded as Jaina could often be, she was surprised to find in the depths of her own soul that she truly believed this.
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>So how had everything gone so terribly wrong? How could Darth Malig have defeated them so completely? How could the Jedi lose the very thing they were fighting so hard to protect?
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>The answer, of course, was that Jaina, and all the others had been wrong.
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>Sometimes the villains did win.
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>Sometimes heroes died.
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>Whatever balance had once governed the Force was gone. It was as if Malig had snuffed out the light in the galaxy as easily as he might have a candle in the night.
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>And the galaxy had fallen into darkness.
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>Jaina shivered.
>On the other side of the fire some five meters away, Leia Organa Solo sat in
... keep reading on reddit ➡It didn't seem like anything more than a nice-to-have afterthought that you add to your game while filling out a load order for a rough, realistic Skyrim playthrough. Your character gets dirty and stained with the blood of their foes as they travel and fight their way through skyrim, and they can also take baths to get clean. If you want to go the extra step and make bathing require soap, it actually takes troll fat to make and no store sells soap (do people of skyrim just love body odor?), so newborn characters can expect to be just perpetually disgusting until they start running into those rarer alchemy ingredients*.
Or at least that's what I thought until I started playing.
It turns out, dirt and blood also applies to your followers. And when characters really get bloody, they get covered in it. So this means when you and Lydia emerge victoriously from a long, harrowing battle after a three-dragon night ambush out in the mountains, Lydia will faithfully return to your side absolutely soaked in the dark red blood of those she fought (and possibly some of her own). Her pale expression, the same one it always is given conditional expressions don't work in AE yet, now peers at you through a great spattering of blood across it. The effect screams, "holy crap, Lydia has just seen some shit!" - which is absolutely perfect. I found it very reminiscent of this incredible artwork.
Because normally when you have a really tough battle, in vanilla or even in many modding setups, the effect it has on your character and those around is entirely abstracted into just a number displayed on a health bar. 60 seconds later you've fast healed your health bar back, and walk away like this climatic battle didn't even touch you beyond needing to go brew some more potions. Which never sat right with me. Something about Lydia looking like she is going to have some PTSD afterwards really gives these ingame experiences the weight they deserve, because that's exactly the magnitude of the experiences being depicted. Fighting three different dragons at once with everything you have, battling through much of the night not knowing if you're going to survive, and in the end being too exhausted and bloody to even celebrate. So this is my love letter to Dirt and Blood for providing me that kind of immersion, even if there's also far too many times I forgot I had the "Wash and Rinse" power equipped and accidentally stripped down to m
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Well, I don't have much to say here other than, this setting isn't all sweet meats and cherry pie, there's some grimdark here as well. Anyways, Please Enjoy....
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Chapter 15
The Tragedy
“Alright, here, we, go…” Seth said as he watched the count down reach zero. As soon as it hit zero he was hit with that all too familiar twisting lurch of a warp exit. Checking their location he turned to Neirdith and reported "Right on target, we are approximately five light seconds from the loading site."
He saw Neirdith give a nod and look over her own data, she was once again in her armour and had her weapon at her side just in case. If they were to be attacked they would likely have a few minutes of warning before they were boarded, but it was smart to be prepared regardless.
Casting his gaze farther he saw the overseer Hurk sitting in one of the seats on the side of the bridge, He was in a set of light Slaaveth combat armour that Neirdith had given him, it was apparently the very same set that she had pulled from the wreck they had found Skorr on and had been forwarded to them before Filch left New Dundas.
Seth smiled to himself at the thought of his old captain, sure he had always been a bit grumpy and bad tempered, but he was a good guy and had always looked out for his crew. Seth hoped he was enjoying his retirement, probably sipping hot drinks on the top of some god forsaken glacier somewhere just loving it.
Hearing a proximity alert in his headset he snapped his attention back to his sensor suite but saw that it was just an asteroid drifting through the space lane, they were technically already in the belt after all. They continued on their approach without incident until another sensor return had Seth state "We are in range of the loading site captain. Should we hail 'em?" He asked Neirdith.
Without an answer Neirdith raised the site on comms and said "IS Trombuly to loading dock three, we are in route to pick up a load of ore."
The loading dock heard them and responded "Copy that, we have you on scope IS Trombuly, hilarious name by the way, I love it. Anyways
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This sub is mostly just NSFW puns now.
If it needs a NSFW tag it's not a dad joke. There should just be a NSFW puns subreddit for that.
Edit* I'm not replying any longer and turning off notifications but to all those that say "no one cares", there sure are a lot of you arguing about it. Maybe I'm wrong but you people don't need to be rude about it. If you really don't care, don't comment.
Note to new readers: Book 1, comprising Chapters 1 through 38, have been taken down and moved to Kindle Unlimited. If you're interested in reading the story from the beginning, you can find it here.
For the sake of HFY's Rule 7, here's a 350+ word description of Book 1 in pastebin form so this post doesn't get too cluttered.
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<You mentioned cars before!> Diplomacy said, in a defensive tone.
Only to Elder Duran, and that was during one of our talks from a few months ago, Rob countered. Were you even ‘awake’ back then?
<Yes.> They paused. <I think. Look, it doesn’t matter. Focus on the Fiends. They’re almost here and you’re still nagging me about a turn of phrase!>
An *Earth* turn of phrase. Rob stifled a groan. Whatever. We’ll talk about this later. Bring out the honeyed words and get your bullshit detector ready, because I’m going to need you at your best.
<Of course,> Diplomacy grumbled. <I still can’t believe I missed the first ever diplomatic meeting between two races – and all because I was sulking.> They smirked. <At least I’ve rubbed off on you enough that you didn’t totally cock it up.>
Rob’s retort died in his mind as the Fiends came into view on the opposite end of the street. To make things fair, both sides represented in the negotiations had agreed upon a meeting location that was as neutral as possible. They’d picked a spot roughly halfway between their two territories that was out in the open road and with as little surrounding cover as possible for any sneaky assassin types to try and Archduke Franz Ferdinand someone. Agreeing to this seemingly obvious location had taken fucking forever to hash out, and the negotiations for the negotiations hadn’t ended there. The amount of people allowed to attend was just as important, as it established the exact kind of dick-waving contest that would be taking place.
In terms of numbers, each side was allowed to bring thirty people as an honor guard of sorts; fifteen Combat Class and fifteen Utility Class users. This left the Deserters in a bit of a dilemma, as they only had thirty Combat Class users to draw from, with seven of them being recently Class-Altered newbies. If they sent their fifteen best to make a good impression at the negotiations, it would leave nearly 1600 civilians in trouble if the Fiends attempted to ambush them while their leaders
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