Gliding Joint Puns

i posted earlier that my PT i had great success with suddenly left ... so in my attempt to try another PT i was made worse

they asked what helped and i told them and despite me saying that MET does not work for me and has always made me worse they did it anyway. I felt my pelvic floor and ql tighten supposedly my pelvis was rotated i haven't had MET done in close to a decade and now i'm basically in bed on heat and ice off and on
i got no relief from the session at all

my body doesn't need harsh MET it is easy to just massage and glide the joints back... i'm hypermobile

why ask what works if they just ignore it?

i don't know how to find someone anywhere on the east coast at this point that can help

i went from functional to not and no pain relief and just worse . i'm leaving out the excuses the owner made and all the drama just because i asked if massage could be done and the PT said she wasn't trained that way and the owner says she is she just meant she doesn't see success with it .

they are too set in their ways to listen to me and what works

do all manual PT have the massage training why can i only find ones that use MET. my pt that left can't be the only one that doesn't, right?

any guidance and suggestions would be great

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Chapter 44 – The fate of the “late” James Aldwin

Several weeks earlier

[As the timer behind him slowly ticked down, James held eye contact with the face on the screen before him, only breaking it to shortly glimpse down at the sheet in his hand containing official answers to the test questions he was providing to his companion behind the camera.

“Hmmm…,” it sounded after a short silence. “Wasn’t it by producing product abundance?”

Nia looked justifiably unsure of her answer while slightly smiling at him through the screen. James didn’t even need to look at the answer sheet to correct her on this one.

“Well, that is one of three ways. And the least effective at that.” he explained. “The answer they are searching for, however, would have been Antisense-Expression.”

Nia moaned loudly and disappeared from the screen before him, presumably having wandered out of her camera’s field of view.

“How am I supposed to remember what methods they used for every single damn organism?” she exclaimed, still out of view, and James could hear her footsteps stomping around her room.

James shook his head, grinning, and put the answer sheet aside for a moment, to give the hothead some time to cool down.

“Aren’t you being a little dramatic?”, he asked while searching the monitor for a sign on which side of her room she currently was. Then he continued, “After all, there are only, like, eight of them. And they are all pre-determined. It’s not like you actually have to learn anything, you just have to memorize it.”

Nia’s head suddenly popped back into view from the left side of the screen and she gave James an angered look. Her dark eyes fixated him through her long eyelashes. Her flat nose was slightly wrinkled and scrunched from her narrowing her eyes so much and she had to remove some braids, that had by now loosened from the tight knot she had tied her dark hair into, out of her face.

Then the rest of her body slowly came back into frame, as she sat back down in front of her camera and put her head in her hands while sighing audibly.

*“You’re saying that like it’s supposed to be easy,” she mumbled without looking back up at him. Jame

A Scion of Many Worlds

Magrica glances over to the side as they fly. The Grand Midwives were more than a little stupid during night flights and...

“We’re being followed.” Horace says in his bizarre accent. He speaks the words but there is nothing to signify where he is from. The natural trill of a Urthani is there, but suppressed so ruthlessly that it barely can be heard.

“Where?” She asks turning to him and he points over his shoulder and upward. She glances back and sees a winding shape along the stars. It crosses the ribbon of the world and she can see that it is an Aerial Nagasha. Her flattened body easily cutting along the rising warm winds from below.

“Oh cute! She’s going to try and track us.” Magrica says with a daredevil smile. So there was more than just a rabble of barely organized idiots at that temple? Good.

“I think more are coming.”

“She’s just the forward scout. She hunts by heat though, we need to dive and get under the trees. We’re torches in the dark to her.”

“Oh thermal senses, that’s easy enough to toy with.” Horace responds and begins studying the forest below.

“What are you seeking?” Does he have some strange method or magic from beyond the stars to help?

“Mud.” He says simply and she nearly starts to fall in amusement. Great stranger from beyond the stars, unknown magic and forced into an odd body. Still knows the best way to hide from a Nagasha is with mud.

“Well reasoned! Follow!” She commands and dives down to the forest below. She darts down between the trees and through sheer instinct weaves through the towering plants as she glides closer and closer to the ground. There is a whistling sound behind her and she can tell its Horace, unused to his Urthani self he clearly does not know how to properly swoop in silence. “Clench the antenna!”

The whistling stops almost instantly and she suddenly brings out her wings to stop herself as she lowers to the base of a grand baragas tree. The slick bark catching the already slowly forming dew and directing it down to its roots. In ankle deep mud she lands and there’s a slight sloshing noise as she turns to witness the odd Urthani lowering himself soundlessly to the water.

Without hesitation he lands and looks to her, his wings folding backwards and dipping ever so slightly in the muck. If his frankly bizarre appearance and utterly foreign way of speaking hadn’t convinced her he was unlike any Urthani she had ever heard of his willingness to dirty himself sealed the deal. She s

Six months ago to the day, right here at this bus-stop, my boyfriend was stabbed, and killed.

There are no vehicles here at this time of night. Even here in the heart of the city. No people, either. The rain is my company, as are the blinking, glowing lights- ever neon- that send out their colors across the road and the glass and the puddles in ethereal washes and waves.

I lift my gaze and look across the street. The rain-soaked road shimmers in shades of yellow, teal, and pink. With flashes of green and orange. Occasional drifting red or blue.

He was mugged. Gave up his phone and wallet, then tried to prevent the guy from doing the same to somebody else. Some young woman. The details aren’t even important, really. I’ve been through them all hundreds and hundreds of times in my head and each time the outcome is the same:

…Tristan taking his final breaths. Rasping as he collapses to the ground and bleeds out over the concrete.

It’s going to happen again right now. I check my watch. In three more seconds. I’m sat at the bus stop and I turn my head to look to the right.

Tristan shimmers into view and my heart pangs dreadfully, as it always does. I don’t know why I keep doing this to myself.

There he is; a watery, shining and silvery being. Translucent. He can’t hear me. He can’t see me. It always starts the same. He’s listening to music. He looks so peaceful here. I wonder what he might be thinking about.

He has a rose in his pocket. He looks down to it and, with his tongue sticking out to one side, cautiously and carefully adjusts it.

My pulse races. This is where the atmosphere changes.

I watch as he looks up in surprise. As he is engaged by the mugger. I can’t see the mugger himself, only Tristan, but the situation is plain on Tristan’s face. And besides, I’ve seen the CCTV. I know how it goes down.

He speaks some silent, voiceless words as the rain falls. As he narrows his eyebrows and regards the mugger with caution, with care, with disdain.

I watch as he is provoked. As he steps to the side and puts out an arm. As he attempts to defend the young woman he is with.

I watch as he holds out his forearms, using them as makeshift shields. As they are slashed by the assailant’s knife.

I see the fear, the determination in Tristan’s ghostly face as he fights, as he struggles to bring down the attacker. As he silently shouts for the woman to get away. A vein bulges in his neck and the knife is forced into his chest. He gasps, and it goes in for

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"Senator, can you explain how you felt authorized to change the Rules of Engagement for 101st Airborne in Zaire during the Lahdstuhl Incident?"

"At the time there was no chain of command willing to adapt to the rapidly changing circumstances on the ground that the 101st Airborne Division command found itself forced to deal with. With rapidly escalating civilian casualties, a bioweapon outbreak, a space elevator cargo that later turned out to be a radioactive bomb, and a reactor meltdown due to sabotage, the situation was rapidly becoming untenable for American citizens trapped at the embassy. I felt that..."

"What made you feel you had authorization, Senator?"

"Are you interested in the truth, Congressman, or do you just want a show trial?"

"Answer the question, Senator. What made you feel you had authorization? We of the Senate Pullman Committee feel that Americans are entitled to the truth of why you felt you had the authority to change the Rules of Engagement to such vague restrictions."

"Do you want the truth, Congressman, yes or no?"

"Senator, what made you feel you had authorization to change the Rules of Engagement over the authority of the President, the Senate Armed Services Committee, the House Armed Services Panel, and the Department of Defense?"

"Do you want the truth to be part of the record, Congressman?"

"Answer the question, Senator, and may I remind you, you are under oath."

"Because the entire chain of command was too busy consulting lawyers and hoping everything would blow over, more worried about your legacies and public opinion that stopping what was happening on the ground from taking more American li...."

"What made you think you had the authority, Senator?"

"Because the entire government is full of ass kissing baboons who don't care about the dead unless they can smear the blood on themselves and prance around for reelection."

"That's not an answer, Senator."

"Because your precious Secretary of Defense and Secretary of the Army both decided to go on vacation."

"Still not an answer, Senator."

*"Because, as Zaire and all of Central Africa were in critical danger, AFRICOM was suddenly shut down by the House Armed Ser

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"So, Congresswoman, you authorized, on your own authority, a change to the Man Amplification Project, code named Project Bronze Cabbage?"

"I object to that nomenclature and such a stupid code name. I had it renamed the People of Military Employment Artificial Augmentation and Perceived Improvements through Technological Amplification Project, code named Project People Improvement."

"Congresswoman, did you or did you not authorize a change to the project?"

"That depends on whether or not a change in the exact criteria and process is a change to the project as a whole, and as the military research projects are now solely under the auspices of the Congressional Military Research Oversight Committee, minor changes to any project are not needed to be reported to anyone but..."

"Congresswoman! Yes or no?"

"I am trying to explain that the definition of 'changes to the project' depends entirely upon how you define..."

"Yes or no?"

"You have to let me finish. The Person Amplification Project was widely nebulous in its application to People of Military Employment Artificial Improvement and Alterations Project goals, and as one of the ranking Congresspeople in charge of determining the goals of the..."

"Madame Congresswoman, is this memo accurate? Yes or no."

"It depends upon your definition of memo and accuracy, and what it refers to. Right now I cannot say for certain whether or not..."

"Congresswoman, this memo instructs the lead psychochemical researchers to, and I quote: "Dumb those welfare retards down to the point they follow instructions like a robot instead of questioning every order their given" and instructing them to remove any and all emotional context to the killing of living humans."

*"Well, that's taken out of context, General, and frankly, I find your tone borderline verbal assault. The project's goal was, if you had paid attention to anything beyond headlines, is to enable people like you to do their jobs so we do not have another Malaysia Incident where the people of military employment, your people I might remind you, refused to fire upon a crowd of people who were upset at colonialism, patriarchy, and capitalism and had mistakenly taken ou

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The Story: Trapped helping the family business instead of hunting fiends, Trellin can't advance within the Hunter's Guild. But when he sneaks out to claim a kill beyond his rank, his rulebreaking puts him dead in the sights of a senior hunter. She offers him a second chance instead of expulsion - join her in the bloody competition for guildmaster. But the contest is tied up in conspiracies and a decade-old murder, and Trellin soon realizes his new benefactor's true goal: Revenge.

A/N: Yes, I'm aware there are some odd spaces developing in the blurb here, it's something happening when I copy-paste it chapter to chapter. I am lazy, and now I'm curious how far it will go/how far I'll be willing to tolerate it before I fix anything <3 also I'm succeeding in a more rigorous chapter-a-day schedule for writing this, so I'll be trying to bump this from an every-three-days to an every-other-day posting here.

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Flames belched from the gaping hole of the senida’s nest. Embers arced skyward. I heard Avira curse—and a gust of wind blasted through the clearing, smothering the sparks before they could catch the trees alight.

Let her worry about the trees. Normally, on any other day, I’d probably be the one panicking about them. But, no. My eyes were glued to the ash-grey, wiry form clambering out of the hole.

Because I was getting my first look at a senida in person.

Avira had warned me it was big. She’d been right. The creature looked outwardly like most of the mundane arachiit that crawled in the dark places of Mersali, only hideously enlarged to a dozen times their size. My head just barely came up to the top of its segmented, chitinous legs. Each of its pincers were as long as my arm, and gleamed silver with the steel running through their length.

Worse yet were its eyes, the myriad of them that stared back at me, little more than wells of darkness. Did it recognize us as human? Human-shaped, I supposed. Did it know we were hunters? Or was it too bestial for

Do your worst!

It really does, I swear!

Ross Coulthart has spoken at length about the reverse engineering cold war happening between the US, China, and Russia, going so far as to say his sources have told him that some scientists working on these US black programs have defected to China.

> "Now I'm not leaping to conclusions when they say they've been involved in a crash retrieval program. I'm not leaping to conclusions that's true. Because one thing you have to take into account as a journalist, and I've been on the receiving end of these before, is deliberate disinformation. A country like America might be at a strategic disadvantage, for example. It might know that, say hypothetically, the Russians have been able to develop some kind of breakthrough in anti-gravitics. Or maybe the Chinese. Maybe somebody who was working for the Americans might have defected to the Chinese. I'm told that they have. And maybe that anti-gravitics technology is now being worked on in the black by the Chinese, and maybe this behind the scenes great race going on of trying to develop this technology before anyone else...maybe that's the reason for the Dr. Salvatore Pais patents."

This AFP article on AOIMSG includes a reference to China’s hypersonic missile test in the last paragraph.

>Last year, the Pentagon released a still inexplicable video taken by navy pilots of objects moving at incredible speeds, spinning and mysteriously disappearing.

>China's July test of a globe-circling hypersonic vehicle that was able to launch a separate missile while traveling at more than five times the speed of sound alerted Washington that Beijing might have technologies the United States has yet to develop.

DefenseOne implies UAP tech is seen in the same light as Russian and Chinese space weapon technology.

>The establishment of the office is important; for years, reports by Navy pilots were dismissed and those aviators were reluctant to discuss the encounters. Bringing the office into the mainstream, where it will coordinate with ODNI and have high-level Joint Staff input, signals that amid new technologies being rapidly fielded by China and Russia, whatever it is that the pilots are seeing out there, the Pentagon want

For context I'm a Refuse Driver (Garbage man) & today I was on food waste. After I'd tipped I was checking the wagon for any defects when I spotted a lone pea balanced on the lifts.

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 😂

One time me and like other 8 guys were smoking joint behind our college. We had two packets of weed. We were smoking and I was very high. So high that I didn't see cops who appeared behind us while I was separating geda from the weed using a paper. Someone shouted cops and in my haste I threw the paper away from us. But to my dismay the paper caught wind and started flying around with weed still on it. It glided softly a few feet away from me and landed softly with no loss of weed whatsoever. Comps came and asked what we were doing. We told them we were smocking cigarettes. One of the guys being as high as me decided that it was a good idea to light up a cigarette then and there on the face of cops who grew angry and started searching for weed around us. All the cops started searching on opposite side of the weed I had thrown because there were heavy bushes that side and I was happy. I thought it would never occur to them that we would hide weed on the plain funking sight. After searching for what seemed like an hour cops finally decided it was enough. Since we didn't have weed in our possession they didn't have enough evidence. And as they were going one of the cops looked at an innocent looking paper that was just beside us and decided to inspect it. And voila weed was discovered. We pleaded and tried to bribe but they would not bulge. Then we even had the audacity to say it wasn't ours. That funking irked them more. At last we agreed that cops will take our id cards and we will meet them outside college because we didn't wanted to be seen as escorted by police in college premises. They conceded after a long discussion and went with our id cards since it was small amount. When cops went away we sat there hearts pounding. One of my friend got up and produced the second bag of weed from the exact spot where cops searched for whole hour. We smoked again that day. Called some netas to get our id back. That day was funking tripy 😂😂😂

Jointly announced by Connor and Jamie (one of my favourite running youtubers but unfortunately he has not been publishing much lately).

FFBlast featured in GlideRide 3. So We can see the trend here. Asics is just going to put FFBlast in every shoe (Kayano28, Nimbus24, Magic Speed), etc

The real question is, is GlideRide 3 going to be much different of a shoe? It looks like the same glide sole technology to me, and I don't if FFBlast would do any difference to it

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Conjuration: 95% Transmutation: 70% Manipulation: 55%

User: Diablo Lopez

Once born and raised in a dirty and darker part of a crime-run city, Lopez learned to be quick and get things done quicker. If it meant dividing up thousands of dollars in cash in the span of a few seconds, done, if it meant crossing three blocks in less that 300 steps, he could do it, stealing from 4 different stores in the span of 25 minutes, difficult… for everyone else but him. Lopez wanted to be as versatile and capable at as many things as he was fast, and did his best to help out his old man working under a mafia boss. Granted the boss eventually did take Lopez’ father as his third in command, but he was brutally murdered by the fourth shortly after. Lopez witnessed the killing inside his own house and the SOB just laughing and saying ‘My spirit is stronger, I can rule over everyone’s soon enough’ over and over while Lopez’ dad was floating in the air and puncture marks were riddling his body, staying that ‘He’ll eventually rule over this whole city with his power’. Lopez swore on that day he would find the source of said guy’s power. Two years later, he overheard the guy talking on a phone angrily about some sort of ‘Hunter license’ and looked into all the source she knew to get one. He passed with high colors on the exam, and when it came down to his nen, he chose to make a very powerful and torturous ability to use against that SOBB. He left the mafia after he learned that said SOBB took off as soon as Lopez began practicing nen on the sly, maybe he felt it becoming honed? Either way, he began a new life as a Blacklist and Jackpot Hunter

Lopez is a bit of a money-seeker, looking for the best angles and ways for a heist or robbery to go off without a hitch, but that’s doesn’t mean he forgoes everything for the sake of money. Often he spends at least 25% of his cut on drinks or thrills he wants, sometimes paragliding, bungee jumping off of skyscrapers, even dangerous sport parkour, anything that gets his blood pumping. He puts an emphasis on family of everything, as the 2nd in Command of the Devil’s of the Mesa

Nen Ability: The user can perform a ritual in the middle of combat that represents the apocalypse in their own way using synchronized weapons one after the other. Each time they finish with one weapon or decide their done, they move onto the next weapon and can use that. Once they complete all four ordered weapons, they can summon a custom weapon to their choice

Explosive Bombs - user with this ability is capable of summoning highly-explosive bombs and changing their functionality and capability depending on the situation. User can shoot large projectiles and make them freeze mid-air and then blast them in a condensed explosion which can obliterate nearly everything that's inside the range,even those with maxed defence,bombs can also home-in on targets,get stuck on any surface,ricochet at great speeds and even turn invisible. This ability's weakness is that it gives the user no significant augmentation boost,user is only a little bit more durable and faster than a regular cripple, constant uses of this ability also use up more energy to the point that user may collapse from exhaustion without even expecting it at all. Can be especially dangerous to use if the user is fighting a prolonged battle.

Passive: Movement Prediction. User can predict the movement,trajectory and direction of any projectiles or things that the user fully focuses on.

Explosive Arrows - user with this ability is capable of summoning human-sized explosive arrows from any direction,be it on the sky,next to the user or even right behind the opponent. User can change the size of arrows freely which can directly affect their speed and power,glide on large arrows,boost themselves with arrows or even use them as a melee weapon which can explode on contact,which damages the enemy while doing no harm to the user. Arrows can also get stuck to anything and pin/fling it down to the ground or make the thing fly high up in the air and explode. Does 4x more damage to other constructs and users with construct-type abilities. This ability's weakness is that it gives only very minor augmentation buffs,barely surpassing that of an advanced athlete. Arrows are also hard to aim with,this ability requires the user to have excellent senses,perception and training to aim and utilize it. An average person without any training will miss 97% of the shots. It takes more energy to summon arrows the further the arrows are from the user.

Passive: Explosive attacks. User's melee attacks can generate small explosions upon landing punches/kicks even without activating their ability. It deals 75% more damage and has big knockback.

Shadow Palms - user with this ability is surrounded by shadow hands that levitate around the user,forming a barrier of sorts which can be utilized in many ways. User can shoot out dark bullets that can damage,paralyze,blind,confuse people temp

They’re on standbi

Buenosdillas

I'm surprised it hasn't decade.

Joint cracking is a hard drug to drop

for I'm my own dealer, no middle man

demands to weak link my supply chains

those who try to rehab my hands

don't curtly turn up your nose at me

just pipe down, and glide on by like a joint.

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Pilot on me!!

Alrighty, as things begin to get a bit more intense I feel the need to stress that there is more to this story than just what's going on the surface, this story is set about 1,000 years in the future from today and there have been some advancements in both medical and weapons technology. The current date in the setting is 773 PU (Post Union) and about 3 years after the beginning of the Separatist wars between the SCU (Sapient Congressional Union) and the HIS (Hegemony of Independent Systems) Its not super important for our story, but I still wanted to give yall a little extra background. The SCU was founded in the year 2348 AD. by the first 3 sapient species, Humanity, the Atraxses and the Swanith. They then set a common language, system of measurement, and calendar. As more species were discovered the SCU expanded their borders and grew, while they have mostly been using radio emission detection to discover alien species there have been a few chance encounters to species that were not capable of radio tech yet, or at all such as the Jeseo and the Xeiro'filk. Don't worry you get to see some of the Xeiro'filk later on, they are mean bastards. Anyways, as always, Please Enjoy.

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Chapter 7

Friendly Advice

“Whoop!” Chirped Neirdith as she almost spilled her third drink, giggling she grabbed it and took a pull from the glass before setting it back down on the table in front of her.

“You, you should be more careful, Captain Neirdith.” Seth chuckled.

“I, for one, am pleasssed that you have been graced with sssuch good fortune.” Briyn Kelton said slightly more slurred than normal, lifting their mug with one of their upper manipulator arms they said “A toassst, to the new Captain, may fortune favor your huntsss and the sshade ssshield you from detection.” They spoke the ancient formal salute with pride and the others raised their drinks in response, including Neirdith who had at this point begun to blush a particularly violent shade of purple.

Seth pounded their other hand on the table and said “I'll drink to that.” throwing the rest of his drink down his throat he wi

Dad jokes are supposed to be jokes you can tell a kid and they will understand it and find it funny.

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.

I won't be doing that today!

You take away their little brooms

This morning, my 4 year old daughter.

Daughter: I'm hungry

Me: nerves building, smile widening

Me: Hi hungry, I'm dad.

She had no idea what was going on but I finally did it.

Thank you all for listening.

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Chapter 30

“I don’t care if it’s an emergency, I want him on the line right now!” Madame Tua loudly demanded, bringing her trunk down onto her desk, causing every item on top of it to jump in place and the attached screens to quiver in place.

They quivered just as much as the Matriarch’s assistant, who had flinched back from Tua’s outburst and sank into herself, her ears rotating forward to cover her face.

“I’m sorry, your highness, but he isn’t reacting to any of our attempts at making contact with him,” she stammered meekly and avoided looking at her boss as much as possible. “There’s nothing we can do about it, Ma’am.”

Tua raised her trunk, warningly pointing at the camera sending her picture to her assistant with one of its halves.

“Then get me somebody else, anybody on the inside!” she imperiously ordered. She would have to handle this quickly, but for that she would have to talk to him. Surely somebody inside could carry a message to him. “And may the Will have mercy on you if so much as a hint of this reaches the public before we have the situation under control.”

Her assistant stared back at her with wide eyes, the panic apparently slowly starting to overwhelm her.

“But shouldn’t we prepare for evacuation?” she pressed out, the two tips of her trunk fiddling with each other. “If he actually tampers with the gravity, we…”

“He won’t,” Madame Tua stated firmly, interrupting the young woman. “It’s clearly an empty threat. Whatever it is he wants, he won’t sacrifice the lives of an entire station for it. What we have to do now is avoid a panic. We can’t have security be occupied with wrangling hysterics in a situation like this. And I’m a lot more worried about the lives of the people inside the facility; the ones he could harm without affecting everybody else. They are who we need to think of protecting right now.”

Her assistant seemed to be slowly calming down, taking some deep breaths and letting her trunk sink again.

“And what about the human government?” the young woman asked carefully.

The Matriarch made a pejorative sound and looked away from the screen.

“Communication with the Orion-Arm is still disrupted, and nobody knows when it w

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A/N: You know the drill by now, sorry for being late.

Chapter 35

“Just what is going on with him now?” the High-Matriarch, Madame Tua asked herself as she surveyed the constantly incoming intelligence about James’ whereabouts.

Just what was he thinking? Running along the rails of public transit, making a huge show out of it for everyone to see. Had he any idea about the amount of work it would take to keep this situation under control with him pulling stunts like this? Surely, he knew that this wouldn’t win him anything.

Even more concerning was the question of, “Just where is he going?”

And what was the Warrant Officer thinking?

Contact with Reprig and the rest of his team had been cut quite a while ago, and from the reports it didn’t sound like that happened voluntarily. However, now it seemed like the man was going along with James surprisingly willingly, as no attempt of his to so much as resist his current situation was reported.

Of course, logic would suggest that the Officer probably had a weapon pointed at him at the current time, but could that really explain him running along with the primate?

Tua lifted her trunk to rub over her face. She had squinted her eyes so much in the last hour or so that their muscles were starting to ache from the strain. And they weren’t the only ones. Her entire body carried an annoying tension. After this, she would have to hastily make an appointment for some relaxation with a hot water massage. Maybe even an entire spa trip. She deserved something after putting this much effort into this. Someone else could handle the aftermath, after she had done all the hard work.

Then again, she would’ve liked to be there and see things play out once the pieces could finally start falling into place. Maybe just a quick appointment would do. An hour or so, just to get everything smoothed up again.

Wait, what was she doing? She blinked a few times, before looking back down at her screens. Right, James.

Luckily, even though he waved that gun around like a madman, he hadn’t actually so much as tried to shoot anyone yet. Had he done so, it would’ve been extraordinarily difficult to try and justify the “no lethal shot

When I got home, they were still there.

What did 0 say to 8 ?

" Nice Belt "

So What did 3 say to 8 ?

" Hey, you two stop making out "

There hasn't been a post all year!