The Life of a Marine Engineer ( not military DUH! but as in WATER)

azureace @ 2006-04-22T19:41:00

2006-04-23T01:47:04Z

Sorry got bored and figured i needed a pet so every one Be nice to Rambo..OK?

Rather interesting day.

2006-04-03T19:30:30Z

Got to work around 1030 pm to start my shift and all went well mostly doing paperwork and the other "fun" stuff till around oh 5:30 6:00 Am. Art walks in and he tells me to drop all of my current Salvage jobs and all of my recovery back ground checks and to hand them off to cole or mark, normally i would take this as a MAJOR slap in the face and meaning he was fireing me. but then he set a file on my desk. he told me i would like this Op alot better. So he leaves with my other files. So i glance at the folder and its only got 2 pages and a stapled packet in it. the First is the request page for a salvage and recovery op and this form was filed by Citizens against UFO secrecy. i read the request a bit more and this group actually REQUESTED ME by name, So at first i figured my job recovering that Modified F-16 got around then i thought maybe i was being ganked by my co-workers. Well the next page and the packet changed that. the single page was a naval intellegence report from 1974, that detailed in one pageness a Crash of a Unidentified Seagoing Vessel in to the coast of St.Augustine Give or take a few miles. And the attempted boarding of vessal until the arrival of the coast guard. there was one witness and She filed a US navy tech info sheet ( its like a incident report you file with the cops during a accident) well thats what the packet was. well i read all of the details. the only thing that was biteing me was the reports lack of Detailed crash points. it mentioned that the craft crashed 3 times in to the coast before the 3rd and final time causeing it to sink like a rock according to the report.
now that my appitite was started i did a little search of our bluebook (Navy/Airforce Crash of Unidentified objects project) database. Lo and behold i got not one but TWO hits. one for 1974. and one for a incident in 1973. So i pulled the blue book report for the 74' crash which was blue book file 9. then i pulled the report for the 73' crash in Sign report 3 (Sign was turned in to bluebook mid 73. and then in mid 80's bluebook was turned in to Sign II AKA Grudge.) Well reading the report listings the incident in 73 was a EXACT duplicate of the 74 incident i was investagateing for salvageing. So now. i have 2 Blue book file listings summerizeing the crashes. 1 witness packet from 74, a info report form 74 and a info report from the 73 crash i pulled
from the project grudge folder ( i figured the massive grudge book would hold info on this incident seeing as how the book was ment to be a summary report on ALL of the Bluebook/sign activites.)
After this i went to the libaray around 10 this morn to check the Mircofilm for all unclassified reports. after 3 hours of looking i found in a old DoD file to Intell reports filed by the DoD on BOTH Crashes.Which only spoke vaguely of the actions taken but once again NO names NO location just teletyped copies of news reports form the Local papers about the incident. (Not much really was listed since a blues festival and then a large craft fair and mayorial budget issues stories got higher attention.I checked the papers on the dates the stories where placed,)
Now i was at a dead end until i checked Over the First report from 74 the report named a Sea going incident report was issued by a CG Skipper who boarded the said boat after its second crash.
Pooling through more mirco film i found the report in a old summary list for accidents from 74, the report is pretty sub standard with the typical military censor ship covering roughly 90% of the text. but i did notice the check list was uncensored it listed 6 occupants of the ship. 4 with fatal injurys. 1 with minor injurys and 1 UNharmed. according to the section of the report still legiable the occupants seemed dazed and confused and when the skipper and the crew man who boarded with him went back to their ship to get supplied to move the occupants the ship lurched violently and then slammed in to a anouther vessel and sunk. no recovery attempt was made due to horrible weather conditions approaching.
Now thats all i have for the 74 Crash the 73 crash is a bit diffrent. there was a Recovery op done by the CG to recover the ship titled Moondust. After placeing a request for the moondust files from the NARA for the 73 year i waited. then it got me to thinking. the craft that the woman drew in the 74 incident report looked familiure. so i pulled up my project silver bug report and found a little surpise the report called the testing failed due to 8 protypes wrecking 2 of which wrecked with in a year of each other on the east coast. Now call me weird but there is a minor chance the seagoing objects where the silverbug seacraft. it would make sense seeing as how all craft needed 6 people to operate them before the final production models would knock that down to 2 people. Scanning a photo of the silver bug craft from the file i located the woman who made the report. arriveing at her house today around 1:55pm i spoke to her for about an hour about what she saw and it was almost word for word verbatim from the report then i showed her the silverbug picture and she freaked out.. the picture according to her was the EXACT thing she saw. Now i may be crazy but at 9pm at night with a .24 Alcohol content in your system i doupt she could remeber the exact craft since she claimed in the report she saw it on the 24th. which would make the incident report which she dated as the 21st and so did the military witness sign it as a little weird. how do you write a report about a object YOU SAW 3 days from now in the future TODAY?
any way i returned to the libary ( it had the closest computers) and logged on to my email and i find a Affidavt from a member of the Coast guard who is being sued by the civilians against ufo secrecy and it was dated today.
seems they are trying to pressure the skipper of the CG ship to tell all about what happened with the ship. Now call me paranoid ( yall will be callin me alot of things today.)but how did they know about this info already when they sent us "ALL" they knew at the start. am i being followed or has art been pressured to tell them what i know. Seeing as how i have been keeping him up to date with my discoverys.
but Anywho my comp is about to log me off due to the crappy 30 minute intervcals they give you at the libaray. so i thought i would let all of you wonderful people know whats up even though i bet you don't care.

A New Story

2006-03-30T01:33:32Z

(well not a new charas any way it is more of continueing Skies in a diffrent What if fashion. most of this is a attempt yes i said ATTEMPT to make a pure comedy peice useing the Skies characters.)

The room was dark. Ace and Larson stood in chains as the lights flashed on. Surrounding them where the 5 "heads" Of the USSF
"Lt.Commanders Jendell and Jonas. We the Conclave of the USSF we have the following crimes against you, Willful destruction of a USSF Raptor Starfighter,"This caused a guard to rip the pilots badge from Ace's Uniform "The allowing of anouther to willing destroy his Raptor Starfighter" this caused Larsons Pilots badge to be ripped off" To allow a dropship to be destroyed " this caused both men to lose the rank bars on the shoulder pauldrons." The Willful destruction of a Dropharness" this caused ace to lose his Paratroop rank badge. "Waste USSF Ammo in a combat situtation" this caused both men to lose the uniform tops they had. " the willful destruction of a USSF starcrusier" both men lost the uniform belts they had " And the Seduction of Female personel." both men grinned sheepishly. "We have decided that you are unfit for combat duty any more but your abilities to keep ships spick and span we are demoteing you to Janitor 12th Class."
both men looked at each other with wide-eyed looks

~12 weeks later~
Deep ship 86
Foreward mess hall.

Ace was on the floor of the crowded mess hall scrubbing the floors with a tooth brush while larson sat at a table hitting on some of the new people who happened to be female. he was telling them about how "HE" single handedly beat the Cyberdyne terminator threat a few months back. Ace looked up and laughed
"You ladies need to ditch that posser.."
"Why should that janitor 12th class Ace?"
"Cause janitor 15thClass recently demoted again for the 3rd time since we where assigned to this heap, i am useing your tooth brush to scrub the floors and have done so for the past ohh 2 weeks.."
"No prob here..."
The women went ew and walked off
"you mean you don't mind eating the scum i am cleaning off the floors?"
"Nope cause i don't brush.."
"thats just wrong."

Soon the captain flicked on the moniters. He was a Lioner, A race of humanoids with lion like heads and manes and the strange pulls of the feline nature and you where lucky if you didn't offend one or you would find your quaters sprayed down big time with stuff that made pure cooked horse shit smell like roses. this one was called Keilbasa.
"this is captain Keilbasa...i am assigning every on on board to leave on rexia prime the resort planet. you will all be assigned to diffrent areas on planet according to rank."
"ALLRIGHT! LEAVE!!"

As Ace stood ready to enter the teleporter he nodded to Dirty resident mechanic.
"Where am i goin?"
"the beach in the west continent"
"Cool"

The beam engulfed ace and larson dragging them down to the ground. as they stood on the beach they flickered and then appeared in a dirty grimy beach in the middle of a inner city mill center and ace soon found him self half way imbedded in the ground.
"LAR!"
"Sucks for you man."
"DAMN IT GET ME OUT!"

(to be continued)

Mini update

2006-03-24T14:55:07Z

Went to the search pattern site for the next salvage run. had the typical amount of problems, Rangeing from misfireing sonar charges to the crane acting up and to the fave of the day. the Jim Suit EXPOLDEING, no this wasn't a normal expolsion like a bomb no this was a pressure test of the suit with out a person inside. well on the lift back up the second it hit the open air the mid section seemed to bulge out and then it EXPOLDED in a loud fuggin boom scattering bright orange and silver shrapnel across the deck of the ship and in to the side of the boat. Yours truly got hit twice, once in the arm and once on the leg. Needless to say the major one was the arm it was a chunk the size of my Foot ( i wear size 15's) anywho come to find out later some dumb fugger started to pump air in to the suit as it was raised to the surface,

but after bringing the proper paper work to Art to apply for a NEW Jim suit he was rather upset. it seems that this kind of shit has happened alot lately and that it seems to be happeneing when a certain group of people are on board a ship. there are 8 people who are on every job when this shit happens so Art asked me what we should do about it. I Suggested the said 8 be pulled from work and undergo training or possibly to be questioned by the police. Art liked number 2 only cause over 6 million dollars worth the equipment has been destroyed or ruined by stupid shit like this. Hell, Wayne came in and then said the Jim suit was his fault and it was a accident. Well i am sorry but that was one HELL of a accident.

Anywho i'm off to work again, maybe i can be there for the next thing to explode.

a Eepness Kind of Day.

2006-03-22T03:28:49Z

Man what a long day today was i woke up in the bed at toms house with a slight memory of what happened last night and the irking feeling that i left something slighty if possibly UNdone. Perhapes i am just crazy maybe not. but i am definately in a good mood now Tom and i are playing Starwars Battle front and what started out as a freindly Sniper team match turning in to MASS hysteria from tom and i covering each other in cloud city to slaughtering Ewoks and Jawas, (hey the Fuzzy little fuggers had it commin) to peir snipeing SLAUGHTER house in ther wookiee home world. OH YEA.. eventually boredom seeped in and then tom and i started to shoot at each other. with me constantly refering to the guys weilding shot guns as shotgunners, i eventually went SHOOT ITS A SHOOT GUNNER! (ACK tom just handed me a glass of koolaid with WHISKEY in it.)to me getting a 44 kill count on 2 lives in Kamino. with tome wondering what my score was i told him i lost count. then it got to me fighting drodikas with a arc trooper ( the one with the Missle launcher going point blank and screaming at the top of me lungs "POINT BLANK MOTHER FUCKER!" to tom jacking a imerial At-St and going GTA BITCH 67000000 POints.

oh yes this has been a fun day ( i think i will get some more of the Koolaid with Whiskey in it....shits damn good....OH TOM!..........hehehe carry the boom stick that makes people fall down...hehehehe)

Weird Feelings AKA wakeing up in a strange room

2006-03-20T15:17:06Z

today was the third day i have woke up stareing at the ceiling and wondering where the fuck i am until i remember that today was the 2nd day at Toms house.Still i freaked my self out by trying to slam my alarm clock off to find that i smacked the rolling chair that was suspended on a pile of boxs above me and caused it to plumet to the ground where i lay in beta-sleep and was then bonked very painfully on the head by said chair. This procceded to cause me to scream out my fave word in the world "FUGGER!" and then toms mom entered the room and saw me on the floor holding my head and tom fast asleep on the bed. while on the floor as she spoke to me BOXES BOXES FULL OF BOOKS! fell on me causeing even more fugger comments.
but from today till wensday evenin is the Tom Eadie Bash at his place for those who wish to inquire about comeing just pm spaceace40kATyahoo.com

ok so on to my weird feelings. firday night round 8 i get a call from katie the soon to be wife of my freind luther and she asks me if i am single. well since may is going to brazil for a while we are calling our relationship off so i told katie yes i was. well after 2 hours on the phone, i find out that katie has set me up on a blind date with her soon to be sister inlaw. this would be all fine and dandy with me since i am in the market as it is. well i get there and then Luther,Katie,Ashley (the sister they are setting me up with) Christen (Luthers Older sister) and Lizzy a freind of the family, Have me sit down and then its 50 questions, the first being this "Nick are you a virgin." needless to say i was SHOCKED, Ok i was FUCKING SHOCKED. i told them yes i was (Since i am) and then they procceded to tell me the 4 No's No lieing No cheating, No stealing and NO hitting luckily i don't do any of those and even katie could admit to that i tend to keep to my self, but when it concerns the other sex i am very kind and responsible. then they told me Ash was a virgin and that there was one last comment. If she and i where to Engage in certain dutys i feel should be saved for when 2 are married i was to "Wear some Little-Nickies Raincoats.." This caused me to bark out in laughter i thought they where jokeing with me. come to find out they weren't. then Katie tosses me a condom and winks and then goes to bed with luther and christen goes to her room leaveing the TWO couches in the living room to sleep on and Lizxy Claimed the biggest one for her self and left the smaller one for Ash and my self. well luckily i am a night person so while Ash slept i sat up and watched the room and got a few silent laughs watching the cats run up and down the stairs acting like Thunderhoof the Mighty horse. well round 4 o clock Ash started to thrash in her sleep. i held her for a bit till she calmed down and then she looked at me and asked me go to sleep and i shook my head telling her i was asleep and that she was dreaming this. she smiled faintly and closed her eyes again and was out.

wakeing up in the morn i was surpised to see every one look at me funny i gues they expected me to take advantage of ash or give in to the main thing that drives us men.

now since tom is makeing Eggs! Yay..with onions DOUBLE YAY! with some wiskey or rum..SUPER TRIPLE YAY!

well anyway i am gonna tune out for now lovly curley peoples

being REAL friggin bored enough to actually find this funny

2006-03-18T22:25:30Z

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One From the Vaults

2006-03-16T14:57:38Z

I was cleaning my room last night and i found a shoe box full of old cds. among them was the Rocky Horror Picture show soundtrack ( The one from the MOVIE) A Classic rock of the 80's Album and some old Vinnie Vincent Tapes. and i sent almost all night listening to them mostly the 80's stuff and it was like a retro trip it was cool.

My fave songs right now: Shocker ( theme from the movie great Vini Ponicia and Paul Stanley song) Rock On' ( Don't know the lady singin but GREAT song.) Love Kills ( Vinnie Vincent (From the nightmare on elm street 4 Sound track) Boys are Gonna Rock ( Mr. Vincent again from the All systems Go Album) hide your heart (Bonnie Tyler No way in hell i could miss that voice) Theif in the night ( Wendy O'Williams think Alice Cooper but Female.) Dirty Gypsy (Ace Frehley it was a single) Girl Can't Dance ( Ace Again) I love my Dolls ( Ace again of course i doupt thats the real title for the song since the tape was labled Frehley A and was a home made version and cause the sound quality is very bad on side 1 i thought the course ace was singing I love my Dogs can't you see they keep me happy. but then after hearing the song 4 times i realised he was saying Dolls)

Also My Buddy Mike Dropped a Cd off that he felt i would like. so i pop it in and it has NO label it was a burn and then come past the track 1 dark sounding intro i find out it is RAP..And i was in a mix of ACK/WTFH! then get to track 9 and it was about a guy who cuts the heads of people and some crazy crap like that so i call mike and he admits he tricked me and that the album is ICP and was some album they did in 04 and the track i liked was called bowling balls. Perhaps i am getting enlightened..NAAAAAAAAAAAA

So

And update of sorts.

2006-03-14T17:35:22Z

Well hey guys, got through watching babylon 5 Third space and LEGEND OF THE RANGERS and all i can say is KICK ASS!! I figured i would do something to mark this task by writeing a peice for Lennys babylon page, but before he can get around to posting it i will update it here for you. TIGER STARFURY Mitchell-Hyundyne SA-18 TIGER STARFURY The Tiger Starfury is an historic space fighter that, while put out of the limelight by the excellence and the fame of latter models, like Nova, Aurora and Thunderbolt, deserves to be presented because, from many points of view, it represents a turning point in the human fighter design, and, at the time of its inception, was really a revolution in terms of concepts and performances. The First family of spacefighters "after First Contact" is represented by the Hyundyne "Aries" and by its successor, the Mitchell-Hyundyne "Foxfury", that was essentially an improvement of the precedent model in regards of the power and weapon systems and the structural design. Both the Aries and the Fox performed remarkably well, and in that period proved themselves to be on par or superior to the vast majority of the models in use in that period among the known human and alien space forces. At the end of the XXII century, the Earthforce, well aware of the fact that the starfury corps was an essential asset of its power projection and defensive capability, perceived that the times were mature to attempt the design of a space fighter competitive in terms of overall performances with what was at the moment the best of the best of the Fighters, the Sentri, of the Centaury Royal Navy. Must be noticed that the sentri was seen as a target of excellence more than a potential opponent, due to the good relationship with the Centauri. The goal was not achievable through the sheer "mirror policy", the technological gap was too deep to allow nothing more than a "rough copy" of the Sentri, and so was attempted to design something that, in some way, exasperated the classic design rules that until then gave good outcomes, the well known "five laws of Starfury". The starting point was the classic Aries/Fox design, but at that point the formula had yet achieved its conceptual limits, so the chief engineer of the Mitchell corporation, that was the Prime contractor of the program and the Project leader, (being the Hyundyne tasked of the embarked systems integration), brought on a tradeoff study of different concepts, one of wihich was a small, compact interceptor with a strange design: the main engines were concentrated in a squat, short fuselage, while the manoeuvre engines were held in four pods, installed at the tips of four x-shaped, winglike pylons. The formula had advantegs and disadvantages, but, unexpectedly for the industry and even for many observers, emerged as the winner of the competition. The main advantages achieved with this unorthodox scheme were the following: 1-The compact design, with comparatively small inertia moments, allowed superior manoeuverability. 2-The placement of powerful manoeuvre engines at the tips of four pylons, instead of the conventional two, enhanced the nimbleness on the three axes: were allowed manoeuvres, like the z-pivot, the sidewinder and the reverse cobra, that until then were unexploitable in combat, because too slow to be performed - the Tigerfury was capable to do them with flashy quickness. 3-The evolution of the power generation and, mostly, of the weapon systems, allowed to place on a small design a powerful weapon payload, supported by updated sensors. 4-The compact design matched perfectly with the new concepts of warships of the Navy, that materialised, years later, in the Hyperion cruisers. 5-The matching of desihn concepts, materials and armour ensured an high durability to the Tiger, that was indeed a robust design, capable to survive punishments much harder than the Fox or the Aries. The drawbacks of the formula, even if vastly outweighted by the advantages, were indeed significant: In first, the engine and manoeuvre thruster system was very complex (two main engines, six high power, low specific impulse thrusters (four rear facing and two forward facing) and twelve manoeuvre thrusters, for a total of twenty engines: the engines are expensive, and the Tiger was an expensive fighter, even due to the complex structure and advanced combat system. Even the missiles are expensive, and a Tiger owes a significant part of its combat effectiveness to its missiles. the other drawback was the endurance, lesser than the precedent models, mostly in combat condition, due to the high fuel consumption of the high boost low specific impulse thrusters: a Tigerfury in combat was capable of brutal accelerations and impressive high jerk, high angle manoeuvres, but consumed reaction mass very quickly. The prototypes shown to be a quantum leap in terms of combat performances, and, at the end of the XXII century, the full scale production was yet launched, and the craft was operational. The Tigerfury was brought in combat for the first time by EFNI personnel, in the year 2205, when the Ch'lonas attempted a raid and a landing against the Leonis IV colonial outpost: the attempt was repelled by a taskforce of the EFNI ( four Artemis frigates, and a Dauntless class light carrier ), and in that occasion, the Tigerfury proved itself a very valid craft, thanks to its mix of nimbleness and powerful weapons. The true glory days of the Tiger, the ones in which it proved to deserve its name, came at the end of its career, when it was yet flanked and progressively being replaced by the Nova Starfury: the Nova furies were standard issue of the Nova Dreadnoughts and of the fleet carriers, but almost all the Starfury wings embarked on the Hyperion cruisers, (Note: the hangar of the Hyperions held six Nova/Aurora starfuries, but originally it embarked eight of the smaller Tiger, with a tactically more rational structure of an half wing), many regular fighter squadrons tasked of intersystem and planetary defence and almost all the squadrons of the National Guard were still based upon the small, nimble Tigerfury: the year was the 2231, the proof was the Dilgar War. While not as powerful and advanced as the Nova (that was a design 30 years younger), the Tiger was indeed very competitive against the Thorun used by the Dilgars. The Thorun had a superior linear acceleration, more advanced engines, much better sensors and more endurance and range, but the Tiger had its advantages: it was much more nimble, capable of manoeuvres not conceivable with the Thorun, it was vastly sturdier, and its weapon system, based upon a couple of powerful plasma bolters, a 27mm railgun and up to 8 missiles was devastating, and perfectly tuned. In fact, the Nova Starfury conquered the space dominance against the Dilgars, but the Tigerfury was much more than a second line instrument: it fought and was able to put to the ropes the Dilgar forces from the first to the last day of the war, and achieved more than 30% of the fighter-to fighter victories of that conflict. This was the last, glorious dance of the Tiger. After the war, and during the reorganization (and reduction) of the Earthforce of the 2230's, the Tigers were decommissioned, essentially because of the expensive maintenance (related even to the ageing of the crafts, but a Tiger, due to the complex design, requests more than twice the maintenance time for hour flown respect to a Nova) and because a relevant part of their combat capabilities were based upon their missile system, logistically heavy and expensive in terms of ordnance and training. Overall, the Nova was a superior design (except for the lack of missile capability, that at that time was deemed as not necessary), but the Tigerfury left a good memory of itself as an effective and well built craft, capable to bring back its pilot even in case of heavy damage, and a deadly fighter. Still today, some aged veterans of the Dilgar War says proudly "I was a Tiger of the Starfuries". The First Times of the Tiger Starfury. The Tigerfury was an innovative fighter, and was "the first" in many fields, but, being the first of a new generation, was even "the last" in others. This is a short list of "first time" and "last time" of the Tigerfury -First Starfury with x-split pylons design -First Starfury to perform effectively (less than one second) the "Pivot" (180° turn on the Z axis), the "Cobra" and the "Sidewinder" maneuvres -First starfury to use revolver plasma bolters as dual antifighter and antiship weapon -First starfury (and last until the inception of the Badger) to use a Railgun as weapon -First starfury capable to outmanoeuvre the Sentri -First starfury without Lasers as main antifighter weapons -First starfury of compactised design (low inertia moments respect to y and Z axes) -First starfury to use linear fusion reactors -First starfury built with the use of carbon nanotubes in polymeric matrix (Plasteel) and to use the molecolar glue bonding for structural building. -Last starfury with the main engines in the fuselage -Last starfury until the 2249 with missiles -Last starfury until the 2249 with optical weapon sight and head-up pilot display -Last starfury without rear firing interceptors. -Last starfury without monocoque fuselage frame. Technical Description STRUCTURE The Frame is a semimonocoque fuselage of trapezoidal section, with two main longitudinal integral beams/bulkheads and six structural ribs, four of them integrated by an armored bulkhead, with sandwich scheme covering. The material employed is a laminated composite of carbon nanotubes in polymeric matrix (Plasteel), and the assembly is obtained through molecular bonding glued joints. The passive defence is obtained through an external layer of ablative beryllium/ceramic whiskers spaced armor, easily replaceable. The sponsons (Wings) are a triple torsion box with stiffeners, of the same materials of the fuselage, holding internally four Gel-ES capactive accumulators acting as energy feeding buffers and as auxiliary/emergency power source. PROPULSION The fuselage holds both the liquid propellant (liquid xenon) tanks and the slush deuterium tank for the reactor feeding. The main fusion reactors (Hyundyne-General Electric LF7K linear fusors) that feeds directly the two main high specific impulse (35000 seconds) plasma engines (General Electric PMEK-47-GE300 and the two side mounted low specific impulse (4500 seconds) braking thrusters and, through plasma channels running through the structure of the wings, it feeds the thruster clusters at the wingtips and the bolters. The main engines and the auxiliary and manoeuvre thrusters are plasma rockets, the main engines in the fuselage operate even as energy generators (magnetoplasmadynamic principle). The main engines, equipped with deflection foils, are used for both cruise and combat, but in combat are used even six General Electric "Hellfire III", two of them placed on the sides of the fuselage and four on the wingtips, rear facing, that, at the price of an high fuel consumption, enhance enormously the longitudinal peak accelerations, both positive and negative (braking), and, used differentially, enhance the nimbleness respect to the Y and Z axes. four smaller forward facing "Hellfire IV" and eight Vernier thrusters placed in the wingtip pods enhance and complete the manoeuvre and attitude control system. As can be seen, it is a complex system, with four different types of engines and an emplacement that optimises the functional aspect, but with relevant drawbacks in terms of fuel consumption in combat, acquisition cost and maintenance, even due to the large number of spare parts requested. WEAPONS AND SYSTEMS The main cannons of the Tigers, two side mounted Copeland JCR-180 ("the fangs of the Tiger") were the very first revolver plasma cannons ever used, with a four chambers revolver burst feeder. as known, in each one of these chambers is accumulated and energised a plasma bolt, and the four bolts can be released through a short acceleration and stabilization barrel, with an average rate of fire is 120 shots/minute for each weapon, and a burst rate, (the rate of fire obtained when the bolts accumulated in the revolver chambers are fired) is 750 shots/minute. This weapon allows excellent cumulative damage against a warship, even due to the high concussion-detonation effect of the plasma bolts, and it is extremely effective in a dogfight against another fighter, allowing to exploit the few instants of the ballistic contact thanks to the high rate of fire burst capability. This type of weapon, used even on the Nova Starfuries, was devastating against the Thorun Fighters of the Dilgars, that were fast (and so with low ballistic contact times), but large and relatively fragile, unables to survive the punishment of the Earth Made plasma cannons. The Artillery is completed by a Mauser ARK 27 U railgun, a recoilles model with a rate of fire of 1200 shots/minute and a V° of 22000 meters/second, that was an effective dogfight weapon (below the 2000 meters the trajectories of the plasma bolts and of the railgun prjectile were nearly coincident), whose piercing power was a good asset in the antiship attacks, and a bad surprise for the Dilgars. The feeding box holds 800 projectiles, fed through a linkless system of proprietary Mauser design, compact and highly affordable. The Tigerfury was missile capable, with eight hardpoints (Frazer-Nash LARP Missile Racks), two on each wing, and the combat system was designed from the origin taking into account an optimal use of the missiles. The ordnance used were the "Mamba" short range missiles, a powerful and affordable weapon, the first human built missiles with an high boost, solid propellant, battery fed plasma rocket engine, that ensured a quantum leap in terms of performances. Produced in both radar and infrared homing types, it was equipped with a continuous rod adaptive warhead, highly effective in antifighter (impact/proximity detonation) and antiship (delayed impact detonation) modes. The missiles can be launched off-boresight thanks to an helmet mounted cueing sight, that aligns the seekers with the head of the pilot. This system was later reintroduced with the Badger and the Thunderbolt starfuries. The Avionic system is centerd upon a Dell AWG-4 medium range dual band phased array radar, whose conformal antennas are integrated in the forward edges of the wingframes, and on the upper and lower faces of the rear fuselage, with a detection range of more than 800 kilometers against a fighter class target and about 5000 kilometers against a warship class target. The short range tracking is allowed by a Westinghouse-Duffy 600 MJS microwave tridimensional scanner, while for the artillery combat was used an head up reflex targetscope, controlled by a strapdown gysrolaser/accelerometric platform and with the range data provided by the Duffy M600 scanner. The Navigation and communication systems includes a short range UHF tactical system, a KU band directional data link, a long range R band Tachyon link, a gyrolaser strapdown inertial platform, for normal space and hyperspace navigation, and a Sperry WL 7 hyperspace beacon locator/navigation system. The Electronic warfare suite includes a wideband RWR (Radar warning receiver), an automatic decoy dispenser and active jammers for self protection. TECHNICAL CHARACTERISTICS Type: Light space fighter - Interceptor. Length: 10.18 meters Span: 12.6 meters Height: 7.75 meters Mass: 26.3 Metric tons (empty) - 33.4 Metric tons (basic w/o external payload) - 38.4 Metric tons (Maximum payload) Performances: X-axis acceleration: +8,1/-4 G Y-axis acceleration: +/- 1,9 G Z-axis acceleration: +/- 1,9 G X-axis angular acceleration/roll rate: +/- 1280 deg/sec*2 / 180° roll in 0.75" Y-axis angular acceleration/pitch rate: +/- 1070 deg/sec*2 / 180°pitch in 0.82" Z-axis angular acceleration/yaw rate: +/- 1650 deg/sec*2 / 180° yaw in 0.67" Endurance: Life support+economy cruise navigation: 28 hours normal space/24 hours hyperspace. Standard mission: 2 hours+25'combat power Weapons: 2*Copeland JCR-190 revolver plasma cannons 1*Mauser ARK 27 U 27mm. Railgun, with 800 projectiles 8*wing mounted Frazer-Nash LARP missile ejector racks Max external payload: 6000 Kgs. Typical payload: 8*Raytheon-Dell "Mamba" antifighter/antiship missiles. Mitchell - Hyundyne SA-18 C TIGER STARFURY - Belonging to the 12th wing, 4th Interceptor Squadron of the Orion National Guard-2231 The fighter in the figure participated to the battle of Orion VII against the Dilgars - Piloted by the Ensign Dieter Vögel, of the Orion Colonies National Guard, allowed to its pilot to become "Ace in One Day", when he destroyed six Thorun fighters. The Tiger in this figure carries a payload of eight Raytheon-Dell "Mamba" missiles, in the Mk6 Infrared homing variant.

Almost that time again

2006-03-12T23:34:45Z

Well folks...Long time no see.
I'm doing better but work is really kickin my ass. might as well recap the highlights of the week..
The AWSOME: The Random Hour with brad on WOSP

The SUPER GREAT!: Mandie a freind of mine from highschool is comin down from NC and wants to spend spring break with me catching up

The SHITTY!: Boss Dropped my pay cause the new guy got injured on HIS SHIFT WHEN I WASN'T ON saying MY LIFT GEAR WAS BROKEN...( I DON'T HAVE LIFT GEAR!)

The HORRIBLE!: Chase has been telling the folks at 6 Pockets that i DIED!..FUCKING ASSHOLE if i died why didn't i cross over why didn't i get the memo saying i was dead HUMM?!

THE SUPER FUCKING AWSOME THAT I OWN SARA A BEER AND A BIG SLOPPY KISS!: She HIT CHASE WITH HER FUCKIN CAR AND FILMED IT!! his ass rebounded off the hood on to the window and then on to the road. and she was going 4mph..FUCKING AWSOME!!

but on anouther note on the 16th is the day my dad died so if people need to get intouch with me YOU CAN'T! cause i am gonna not answer the phone and spend the day at the graveyard.

Borrowed from Maiden (sorry but i'm to lazy to put your full name)

2006-03-08T23:27:13Z

Name five weird habits you have

1. I tend to crack jokes at the WORST times.
2. I Tend to over gel my hair when i go out .
3. I negelect sleep just so i can write or read instead of snoozin.
4. I buy Books just to get them out of habit, ( I have every starwars novel and have yet to get to Ep 4 A new hope).
5. I Have a tendency to Look at the menu, i will look at any guy who looks cool and think Damn i SUCK.

Twelve years ago I was...
~10,,4th grade, New kid In a FLORIDA school ( Was born in florida but lived in new york cause of my dad) hated it, Was the only kid with a north accent in a Southern class
Seven years ago I was...
~15, in 9th grade, First year at Terry parker *WORST SCHOOL EVER*.
Two years ago I was...
~20, I was in collage back and forth to newyork and here and met Tom around this time and christina

Yesterday I was...
~EXHAUSTED, Aggrevated, Overworked, Down on my luck ( used my last 50 and ended up loaning 30 to chris so he could get his car towed and the other 20 for the drinks i owed Nora after she STOMPED my ass in pool

Five songs I know all the words to

1. New York Groove (HEll its my hometown theme)
2. Aira of Transformation (German Wagner opera and i know ALL parts even Hildas)
3. MY secert Place (megadeth)
4. Cruel Angels thesis ( jap and eng lyrics)
5. Tears are fallin (Kiss song great love power ballad)

Five favorite toys

1. my PC ( though it has a 2 GIG max hard drive
2. my iPod
3. my Pool Cue ( It's IRON MAIDEN) (Nuf Said)
4. my Bass Guitar (Cause its there)
5. my Copy of Phantasmagoria ( Old school FMV 94' video game for comp)

Five fictional characters I would date

1. Grace Nakamura (Gaberiel knight :Sins of the Fathers )
2. Ryoku (Tenchi sorry folks but if i was tenchi oh yea)
3. Sarah Conner ( T2 Version The Buff military mom thing appealed to me)
4. Summer Moran(Dirk pitt novel Pacific Vortex (Strange how she had dirks kids when she disappeared after the end of the book and they NEVER shared a..AHEMSexual ContactEndahem
5. James Bond ( Sean Connery Version Cause it has to be a fictional Character sorry strange choice but still man ITS JAMES BOND!)

TEST TIME git your thinkin caps on

2006-02-23T19:18:22Z

Do you think you can read my mind? - From Go-Quiz.com
About this Friend....	Guess who?
Anime loveing...Also has one of my FAVE animes
Anime loveing...Also one of the people who i treat as a Saiyuki Chara.
Clubbing, Dancin, And Just Down right Naughtyness
Anime loveing...Also Very in to Nartuo Least he is
Anime loveing...Also Very in to other stuff
Anime loveing...Also one of the other people i treat as a saiyuki Chara (Stupid MONKEY!)
Anime loveing...Also Very in to the FMA
LJ Username:

well anouther one for my own ranting..

2006-02-16T15:07:39Z

jehovas witnessess I HATE'em they show up while your busy and then tell you if our not them you are satan hell i'm roman-catholic FULLY confirmed and baptized. ( hell my dad was italian and from rome along with my grand father.) so my religion means a lot to me and to have some one tell me my religion is false and devil oriented makes me rather upset. hell its bad enough they want to convert me but they tell me my religion is bad. well guess what they may consider it bad but i am still convinced it is my right to belive what i want to belive right? this is america right or was i transported to we hate catholic's land

so far so good ....SO WHAT!!!!

2006-02-16T14:54:42Z

i found a flame in the darkness of my life her name is May and she and i call/email/im every day that we can and talk like girls on the phone for at least 2 hours..
man is my phone bill gonn hurt this month.
but yea during summer break before i head off on my class leave in panama i am going to spend a week with her and what we do is well our own business and to duo the story is finished.. i'm saveing the last 3 parts for your eyes only till i'm done.

today or rather something like it.

2006-02-15T01:06:26Z

i was bored as hell today no oen to really spend it with sides my animals. i played around with my Rpg maker 2000 project. and i went to find some ideas awhen i fell across spag. its a group that plays adventure games namely the old text adventrue kind like zork and the enchanter trilogy.
i love playing these kinds of games only because they 1 don't require shit loads of mem and 2 they don't require graphics cards to play. unless you count your imagination as a graphics card. but i was playing one called aisle you pretty much get to take one action in the life of a guy in a grocery store, so here are the actions i took and what happened.

>inventory
Taking everything from your pockets you crouch down and line up your possessions on the floor:

Wallet: coins, bank card, store card, bookclub card, photo--

Each object, representing something else, is like a word. The inventory-sentence ends and begins with that photo. An attempt to possess Clare in her image, to hold her and to contain her. You rearrange the coins in a circle around the photo, a makeshift frame. A photo of Clare. If only you could lose those first few words: Clare. Then you could hold Clare, possess Clare. She would be yours...

With a furtive glance you scoop up your things and return them to your pockets.

The photo burns a hole in your pocket, through your heart and to the centre of your universe.

>look at woman
You stare at the woman. She is about your height, maybe even a little taller. And beautiful too, with superb hair. Strange; you haven't thought that about a woman for a while. Not since Rome.

You continue to stare at her. You wonder if she is called Clare.

Then she moves on to the next aisle. You grab a bag of pasta--penne--and carry on with your shopping.

>talk to woman
You walk over to the sauces. You clear your throat.

Shit, how long has it been?

You begin, "Hi. Hello?" She looks at you, then turns with an "Er. Hi," hoping you will go away.

So hard, almost like a different species.

You continue, "How are you?" Again she is dismissive, "Sorry, do I know you?"

Why start again now?

"No. No. I just wondered--Oh never mind." You turn and walk back to your trolley.

You hear her scurrying on to the next aisle and wait for her to get ahead before you continue. So long since you spoke to a woman. Since you spoke to anyone. You push the trolley on.[MORE]

>ask the woman her name
Tall, slim. Dark haired. You walk up to her and introduce yourself. Then you continue, "Now I'm at a disadvantage--you know my name, but I don't know yours..." She smiles, "I'm Clare" (she doesn't say whether it's with an 'i' or not, we'll just assume). In a whipcrack chain of rather bizarre events, you end up in the supermarket cafe surrounded by a pile of shopping bags. You sit across the tiny table from each other, sipping on your coffee and chatting. Even more bizarre is the fact that you get on. Fabulously.

She leaves her bags in her car, storing the frozen stuff in your freezer. In the morning you lend her a shirt... All these domestic touches can only bode well for the future.

>ask the woman out
In a few years time, at your engagement party, she will describe your actions today as "mad, impulsive and so you". However that's not necessarily accurate. You haven't been impulsive for a long time--not since the breakup with Clare and the Rome business.

Well, it's about time you started being yourself again. And the perfect way to start? You walk up to the brunette, "Do you fancy going for a drink after this?"

>buy pasta
Nope; Gnocchi is not on the list. You grab some penne and move on. The brunette glances up as you wheel by

.>purchase sauce
You run over to the sauces. You'll need some sauce--something a little spicy? There's a little jar of Arribiata that'll do nicely. The woman moves to the side as you reach past her and grab a couple of jars. "Thanks" you mutter. She smiles.

You walk back to your trolley, stranded in the middle of the aisle, grab a bag of spaghetti and move on to the next aisle.

>undress
Now what she doesn't realise (and a lot of people don't realise this) is that you look bloody good for your age. Anyone can look good in a shirt and trousers. But you actually look good. Especially for your age. You pull your jumper over your head and throw it to the floor. A few tugs and your shirt crumples around your feet. You kick off your shoes and bend down to remove your socks. You look up to see the brunette, shocked and intrigued. With a deft flick your belt snakes out of the hooks on your trousers. Your trousers fall and you stand, pink and hairy in the middle of the aisle. The brunette puts a hand to her mouth.

You take a hand to your balls, cupping them and displaying your penis. "Pretty good, eh? For my age?" You perform a little twirl, "You wouldn't give up on this would you?" The squeak of shoes behind you makes you turn to see several security guards coming at you from the direction of the checkouts. You stand your ground. As the men circle you they grab you reluctantly, careful where to put their hands. One of them scoops your clothes up and forces you into your trousers. "Stupid old perv," offers the fattest of the guards, avoiding your eyes. They drag you to the front of the shop (the police are on the way, you are informed). As they take you past the queues at the checkout you turn to [MORE]

>Kiss woman
You walk briskly up to the brunette. As you lean over her she turns and gives a puzzled look. You force your mouth onto hers and reach out hotly for her. She pushes you off--you slip to the floor and she runs to the checkouts. A bulky security man pulls you to your feet and escorts you from the store.

Falling to the pavement outside, you stop yourself with outstretched hand, landing near a dirty puddle left by the recent rain. Your old old face stares up at you--how long was it since you kissed those lips? How long since you kissed? Too long? Too late.

>talk to self
You speak. Funny how talking to yourself seems like the right thing to do when you are in public.

But when you get home you know that it won't be enough. You'll want company--companionship. A companion. But you can't buy those in the shops.

You buy what you can and take it home.

You pick up the packet of Gnocchi and toss it into your trolley. You'll have that tonight with some olive oil and a few leaves of fresh basil. Just like in Rome... though without Clare.

But it's useless remembering, best just enjoy the Gnocchi.

>look at cart
(your trolley)
The trolley is a small cage of steel with bent rubber wheels. Full of your shopping: meals for one, drinks for one (well, drinks for several, but hey, who's counting?).

Gnocchi for one wouldn't really work. You settle for spaghetti and continue on to the next aisle.

>look at woman
You stare at the woman. She is about your height, maybe even a little taller. And beautiful too, with superb hair. Strange; you haven't thought that about a woman for a while. Not since Rome.

You continue to stare at her. You wonder if she is called Clare.

Then she moves on to the next aisle. You grab a bag of pasta--penne--and carry on with your shopping.

The pasta is a seething mass of off-white food. You tear at the plastic bags until the curls and tubes and twists and shells cascade onto the floor and into your hands. Scooping up a collection of different shapes you cram the pasta into your mouth. It is dry, it is hard. That's what your body is saying. But you learnt something a while back--that your body (your eyes, your hands, your heart) isn't always right. No, you've learnt to listen to your mind. And your minds says: soft, warm, slightly salty pasta. Tangy sauce. What a feast!

They spoil your fun, they take you away--or so your body says. Your mind knows better; you're still in Rome eating pasta, drinking wine--everything is fine.

>eat gnocchi
You rip open the packet and take out a few Gnocchi, cramming them into your mouth. The uncooked, floury balls clog in your throat and you swallow them down, hard.

The brunette glances at you and moves on quickly.

You feel stupid, slip the opened bag back into the shelf and carry on. It's never been as good as it was in Rome.

>dance
Dance? You put a spring into your step and hop to the slow swing of the Muzak. You're in a surprisingly jovial mood... But you do stop yourself before you make a scene... Thinking back it was probably her, Clare, who made you care less what people think--I mean what is wrong with a little dance if you feel like it? That's one of the things you'll remember her for.

>Dance with woman
The Muzak informing your movements you waltz on over to the brunette, your hips rocking to the soulful sounds... As you approach you allow your legs to pick out a jaunty rhythm from the music and strut. "Fancy a dance?" sounds like a reasonable question as it leaves your lips. But from the look on her face you'd have thought you asked for something a lot more, well, naughty. She furrows her brow, "I'm sorry?" You wiggle your hips, "Come on--a dance? Shake your bones--"

Whoops. That doesn't mean to dance does it? I think you just alluded to the naughtiness you didn't intend... perhaps that was your intention all along... and she saw through you. Damn. Why do women always get that five minutes head start on you? You grab her hand and with a goodbye kiss to her knuckles you depart, "Ciao!"

(your trolley)
You pull the trolley back a few inches then run it forward, releasing your hands and watching it whirr towards the woman. She stands oblivious to the trolley.

At the last moment it curls to the left and impacts with the shelves, sliding into the women's calf. She lets out a yelp and jumps back, falling to the floor. Jars of sauce cascade down from the shelves, littering the aisle with glassy, red splotches.

The woman gets to her feet, her hand going to her leg which is bleeding. Kind of reminds you of something, but you don't feel guilty! Uh-uh. You run out to the exit, dodging past the overweight security guard, and jump into your car. Hitting the gas you squeal out into the night, a faint remembrance sliding in through the window "Shame she had to bleed so much, but that's what happens when you take liberties.."

>hit woman
You run over to her and throw a punch which knocks her into the shelves. Jars fall and splatter grainy red sauces across the aisle. Shit. You run out--out to the car and drive--drive home. When you park up, you find that you are holding the gnocchi from the supermarket.

What was it about the gnocchi? You can't remember (I don't think you want to remember). You feel ashamed, stupid and old.

>look at aisle markers
Each aisle has its marker, hanging above it on a long rail. You look at the sections; dairy, bread, meat, fish, sweets, alcohol, toiletries, frozen. Hard to decide which aisle you belong in. Before you met Clare you were meat. Raw, unfocused, a bit simple. With her you were promoted to a more civilised taste; sweets, alcohol. You were intoxicated, she was sweet. Meat was always wrapped in a puff pastry, or swamped in a pasta sauce. Never crude, raw, bloody... Now--well, now you're back to meat again. Except this time, you're frozen. If someone hit you hard enough you'd smash into hundreds of icy pieces.

>read pasta bag
You glance at the penne. The gnocchi has triggered a memory of a holiday. You remember the pasta museum. Hundreds of different shapes, swirls, bows, shells, loops, strings. All different, subtly different--and at the middle of it all: Clare? Clare?

Hell, it's only pasta. You grab a bag of penne and push the trolley, it slickly gripping the floor, and wheel on to the next aisle.

>read sauce
You stroll over to the sauces, next to the brunette. There is a large array of sauces; from simple tomato and basil recipes up to 'luxury' sauces with sun dried tomatoes, olives and fennel. You look through the sauces for a while.

The woman has chosen and moved on by now, you decide not to buy any sauces; Shit, they're only tomato and garlic--you could do that yourself. And a shop sauce never tastes as nice as a home made one, right?

You walk back to your trolley, abandoned near the pasta. There's something you've forgotten? ...no. You grab a packet of spaghetti and move to the next aisle.

>read gnocchi
You look down at the Gnocchi; "Fresh potato Gnocchi from Italy. Delicious served with a little olive oil or with your favourite pasta sauce." You remember Rome; Gnocchi in olive oil with basil leaves, in front of the Pantheon, candlelight--serenaded by a hyperactive busker and offered trinkets by a small, poor man. And Clare; her face was lit up like the Pantheon itself, her hand in yours. Why have you never returned to this memory before?

Strange that it should take something as mundane as Gnocchi to trigger your memory.

Why have you never allowed yourself to recollect these things before--did it hurt too much? It doesn't any more--you allow yourself a tear, and feel the past being absorbed into your body. You put the Gnocchi into your trolley and push onwards.

>think of rome
Rome.

You pick up the Gnocchi and stare at the illustration of Piazza Venezia on its packet. You remember; sun, heat, food, pasta, sauces, wine, love, ancient, modern, Italians, Americans, love. And ultimately pain. A pain you had thought you had forgotten. But like a cancer returning to wreak havoc again, the pain resurfaces and tears through the thin barriers you had erected. Tears flow. Memories; guilt. And finally acceptance. You live with it.

>think of clare
Clare.

You stare at the Gnocchi and it opens up to you; years ago, a holiday to Rome (a romantic holiday). Two lovers (young)--yourself and Clare. Culture, food, sun. Then something happened. And Clare was gone.

You had thought it best not to remember but perhaps remembering is good.

You forget the shopping and go home, to think.

>push cart
(your trolley)
You are angry that something as unassuming as a bag of pasta could drag up something like Rome--

You push the trolley and it rattles down the aisle, finally drawing to a halt near the brunette. She looks up, nervously, and carries on looking through the sauces. You turn quickly on the squeaky floor and head for the exit.

You look at the gnocchi--Looks the same as the gnocchi that you and Clare had the night before she left you. Rome; the most romantic city in the world and she left you there. Why? Who? Why? You ask yourself the questions with your fists. You tear out your hair and punch your face. You run out of the store and drive home.

Later you lie in bed, questions tattooed across your body in bruises--no answers, just pain.
>talk to woman about clare
"Excuse me." The brunette turns, gives you a nod. You explain, briefly, the story of you and Clare. Amazingly, she listens. When you finish you ask "Where did I go wrong?"

She looks apologetic, "I'm sorry, I can't answer that. But it doesn't sound like anyone was to blame. Sometimes people just grow apart..." "Thanks." You walk away.

That's the answer you were looking for. If only you had told her the real story.

>tell the woman about clare
You approach the brunette. She turns, hearing you, and you speak: "There was a girl called Clare. She left me. Well not really--let's just say she left. And now what am I supposed to do?" She looks embarrassed but you continue, "What am I supposed to do?" She looks empathetic, "I'm sorry for you" she says. Then goes her own way.

You finish your shopping and drive home.

>talk to woman about rome
You draw your trolley alongside the brunette. Clearing your throat, you introduce yourself. She asks what you want. "Sorry, yeah, I just wanted to know. Have you ever been to Rome?" She thinks, "No. I've never been to Italy. My husband suggested Rome, actually, for our holiday this year. What's this for--is it some consumer survey?"

You chuckle. "Well, I'm a consumer and I'm asking a question. So maybe." She smiles, "Is that it?" You nod, "Yeah, that's it. Thanks."

You walk back towards your trolley, "Oh, one more thing--don't go to Rome with your husband. Try Paris instead." Wish I had...

>talk to woman about sauce
You walk over. "Hi. You trying to choose a sauce?" She looks at you and pauses, "Um. Yeah I'm just looking." You reach down a random jar and pass it to her, "This is a great sauce." She smiles politely, "Thanks," and quickly moves on to the next aisle.

You feel a bit stupid. Why is it that none of them understand you like she did?

>ask woman about pasta
You stroll over to the woman, "Of all the types, which is your favourite?" She looks up, puzzled, "Sorry?" You smile, "Pasta--which is your favourite type of pasta?"

She looks down the aisle, "Oh--um--I don't know really..." You interrupt, "Mine's penne. I love it. You must have a favourite." The brunette shakes her head, "No, no. I'm sorry, I can't think of one. Maybe what you said--penne..."

Well, well--so much in common! You wink at her.

She gives a look of disbelief, "Sorry. I've got to go," and pushes her trolley off towards the end of the aisle. You shout after her, "Aw... come back!" Disappearing round the end display, she does not turn. You shake your head and tut. Next time, secure the date before planning the menu. So many rules to remember.

You like rules. Rules are lists that tell you how to behave--sometimes you need to be told.

>tell woman about pasta
You stroll up to the brunette. Boldly you speak, "Hi. I thought you might like to know--" You stop. Shit, what was it you were going to say? You were going to tell her something about the penne. It's gone--clean gone. You mutter "Oh. I forgot. Sorry," then rush back to your trolley where you bury your head the pasta until she has moved on.

The rest of the shopping is uneventful, if a little depressing. But then you always find that in these modern stores... so many people and yet not one of them knows you.

>tell woman about rome
You approach the brunette. She turns, hearing you approach, and you speak: "Excuse me. I just need to tell somebody about something that happened a long time ago. It's just that well--I thought it was better not to remember, but now I'm not so sure. And I need to tell." She looks embarrassed, puzzled. You continue, "There was a holiday to Rome--you know Rome, yeah?--and a girl, Clare--you don't know her--and everything, everything went wrong."

Not because of what you said, but more the way you said it, the brunette reaches out to you and gives you a hug. You cry a little. When it is over you thank her, she wishes you luck and you finish your shopping.

You seek more help, this time from professionals, and with the help and support of unselfish love you rebuild the shell of your life, which is to say, you learn to love again.

>fuck the pasta
You look at the gnocchi. Off white; hint of yellow. Dusted with flour. You resent the way it has forced you to nearly remember. But not quite. "Fuck--shit--fuck-", you can stop yourself remembering if you want to, "fuck--shit--fuck--shit".

Red in the face you push past the gnocchi, swinging the trolley round the corner of the aisle, "Fucking shit."
>yell at the woman
You look at the brunette. She is wavering over the various sauces on offer. You don't want her here; you don't want her sharing in your memories. You want to be alone.

You scream "Will you please leave me alone! Fuck off!" She looks shocked and scurries round to the next aisle. You breath in. Alone...

A security guard in cheap blue uniform approaches from behind, "I think you ought to leave." You don't disagree--there is nothing here for you.

"I don't even like your food!" you spit as the exit doors slide open for you.

>yell at pasta
The gnocchi balloons in your mind, opening up memories of Rome; scooters, wine, bread, water, plazas, stone, buildings, heat. There are some other things too. But you block them out with a harsh scream as you hurl expletive after expletive at the penne.

When you are quite finished, you slowly walk out of the supermarket to your car, the other shoppers keeping their distance. You drive home, feeling better.

>scream
An awful image; a fragmented collage of a beautiful restaurant, outdoors, the Pantheon and a dreadful blood soaked smile. No not a smile; a plea. You expel the memory in one painful scream.

Shoppers walk by uneasily, eyes locked away from you as you walk out into the night... you hope the night will be more kind.

>hit the pasta with the cart
(your trolley)
You give the trolley a good hard push towards the shelves and it shoots off, sliding across the aisle and impacting with bags of pasta, knocking goods onto the floor. The overall effect is quite anti-climatic, not quite as destructive as you imagined... Rather than try again, you grab the trolley and push off, avoiding the mess in the aisle.

A few worried, curious faces watch you as you continue with your shop but no one makes to apprehend you or challenge your actions. Perhaps they're scared--people are easily scared. What was it that scared Clare off? She never said, though you never asked. Maybe she was just bored... that seems to be your most scary characteristic.

>sing
Sing a sad song... You start off singing softly to yourself; what must appear to be but a mumble to the other shoppers. But then you slowly get louder and louder until everyone in the shop is glancing nervously at you. It seems the more you sing the more uncomfortable everyone gets. You stop, chuckle. Then continue with your shopping; the aisles seem more empty somehow.

>hit woman with pasta
You pick up a packet of the penne and watch it trail through the air, bouncing awkwardly off the brunette. Caught unawares, she drops the jar she is holding which shatters on the floor, leaving a puddle of grainy red. She stares, red-faced, in disbelief. You hear the soft crunch of leather boots behind you and turn to face a middle-aged security guard. You feint to the left then run to the right, out of the exit and to your car. As you pull away with a badly clutched roar, you shout out of the window "She had it coming--bitch!"

>hit woman with sauce
Something about the way she stands pisses you off; she is so insolent. The gnocchi whispers in your ear, "Remember what happened last time? Prevention is always better than cure." You walk up and take a jar from the shelf. The brunette ignores you. You throw the jar.

It glances off her with a glass-bone-skin sort of crack, and she falls to the floor limply. You look over her; sauce runs down her face. No; not just sauce--a thin stream of blood is entwined in the onion and tomato. You start to run towards the exit, but just before you get there you feel the air knocked out of you as a heavy thump knocks you from the side and you are tackled to the ground.

This time the judge rules in society's best interest rather than in yours.

>break the sauce
Something inside you stirs. You walk over to the sauces, next to the brunette. As you stare at the myriad of jars before you, your eyes slowly unfocus and you lash out. Some of the jars smash as they hit the floor, glassy red wounds, others roll off down the aisle.

The woman is standing, shocked, red sauce slowly dripping down her legs. She turns to look at you, her eyes glassy and white with disbelief. As you slowly back away, you feel hands grab you--"What the fuck's your game, mate?" You are taken by two burly store security guards to a little office round the back of the store.

A policeman arrives. He calls you by your first name. Then another man arrives, not a policeman but he is official, and he talks with you. He is sorry--they thought that you were cured. But apparently all they did was push everything below the surface. So deep they didn't notice--and they are the experts.

They take you home with them.

>break the cart
(your trolley)
You look into the trolley; meals for one, toiletries for one--everything for one. You kick out at the trolley and push it to the side. Turning on a heel you head out into the night.

>break pasta
Maybe if you had ordered penne rather than gnocchi on that last night she wouldn't have left you. But you couldn't have helped that, really. I mean, you don't even like penne. So it's not your fault. If you don't like penne she couldn't have expected you to order it. So who's fault is it? Not hers--you both agreed it was no one's fault; people fall out of love. No, not anyone's fault. Something's fault. Pasta. How stupid does that sound? The penne's fault. Stupid but true.

You rake a shelf of the bags onto the floor; long packets of spaghetti, small papery bags of macaroni, big sacks of penne. As they hit the floor you stamp. The bags split like bruised fruit and spill their contents across the floor. The shells hop and skid as you crack and squash them under your feet. The brunette turns, a worried glance back, and then scurries on. You kick a few stray bows after her, scattering nearby twirls.

Inevitably the guards appear. You let them take you, explaining that you aren't mad--you can imagine a lot of men in your position would be, but you are quite sane. You've never done this kind of thing before. You really are sorry. You'll pay for the cost, and the mess. If it helps you'll apologise tothe brunette. Wait... they're not listening.

You end up speaking to a balding man who is really very intellectual--you know the sort--and he agrees, you are very sane. He agrees, love is a dangerous thing. It burns just as many as it warms. He agrees. Tired of his stating the obvious, you stop listening.

>break gnocchi
The Gnocchi reminds you of Rome. Of Clare. All long in the past and a past not to be revisited. You punch the Gnocchi and push the trolley on its way, narrowly avoiding the brunette as you briskly move on to the next aisle and the next..
>laugh at the woman
Look at her--she's ridiculous. She's--what--thirty? Forty? Old, anyhow. Yet look at how she's dressed... and the way she's spending so much time choosing a pasta sauce; does she think she looks cultured? She's not even much of a looker. Pretty funny actually. You laugh, loud--and so she know's it's her you're laughing at. Soon enough she totters off to the next aisle, red faced. Ha! Ha! People are so funny.

>Laugh at sauce
(laugh)
You allow yourself a laugh--memories of holiday float up and tickle your cheeks. The two guitarists singing in pigeon-English by your table as you finished off your gnocchi. Clare thought they were quite good. But, for you, they were too close to embarrassing. And the bric-a-brac sellers with their lighters (naked statues--you push the nipple to light up) and brass colloseums. Not like in the films, really--but then real romance often isn't, right? I mean, there was the evening when you ate on the street where they filmed the Dolce Vita. You spent the meal being distracted by a beggar who was doing a mime-swim across the pavement. Real romance makes you laugh.

>smile at woman
You look in the direction of the brunette (consciously open your eyes wider) and smile. She's looking the other way and doesn't see, but that's not the point. It's just a way of getting it out of your system. Now you can go home and truthfully say, "Clare I love only you. I fancy no other woman." After you get the shopping done...

>smile at pasta
(smile)
The gnocchi pulls out all those happy holiday Rome memories. It almost feels sunny. So you smile.

Clare is at your shoulder with a pack of biscuits and some chocolate, "Why the big smile?" She sees the brunette at the end of aisle, "Oh I see..." and slaps your wrist playfully. You roll your eyes, "I was remembering Rome actually." She rolls her eyes, "Really, you're such an old romantic..."

>look at aisle
You look up and down the shelves: Packets of pasta. Tins of tomatoes. Everything has its container. Its plastic/paper/metal armour. You used to have an armour. But you gave it away.

Armour/Amore.

Then she ripped into you. And now what do you do? You're a stinking pile of chopped up person with no tin. No protection, no purpose.

>hit aisle
Shelves. Like little prisons. Tempting you with their goods. Bastard shelves. You grab hold of a shelf and pull it off the backboard, shedding its contents across the floor. You tug at the backboard itself and the whole unit falls down, crashing and spilling.

Two security guards come running up the aisle and grab you, pushing your arm into your back.

The police come and it's the usual cycle of recrimination, them telling you what is wrong with you. How do they know? They don't know what it was like.

You miss another ten years.

Pt9 Landing

2006-02-09T14:04:12Z

The Crew where sitting in the hull of the Apc Except Ace he was standing in the bay beside the apc in the dropship. soon the Alarms rang on the bay doors and ace nodded. His body was covered in the standard grey uniform for urban ops, combat harness and his pulse rifle, his armor and combat helm were in the drop ship where he would recover them later,Putting on his Oxygen mask he pressed the button for the man sized bay door and nodded to the others and jumped out the door in to the skies, of course the ship felt a sudden tug causing vic to lean his head out of the hatch.
"SHIT, Ace's Harness got caught in the fucking wing mounts."
"Jeasus try to pull him in."
"Can't"
"Why not we can't let ace die."
"he cut his equipment off and then cut the harness. He still has his chute and radio but no weapon."
they watched as Ace vanished in to nothing as the drop ship waited for ace to clear the landing zone. after 10 minutes of waiting 3 bands of flares went up, Larson angled the Dropship over to the landing zone and disengaged the landing struts on the APC allowing it to roll from the ramp.
"Ok team fan out i want 4 groups patroling at 5 klick ranges" Reeber was in his commander dick head mode. Ace meanwhile was in the APC grabbing his combat gear and a new pulse rifle when the scream went up running out side Ace and Reeber saw the remains of Truss.
"My god...Those aren't pulse wounds it looks like he was..eaten"
"Sick."
"Uhh guys.." The crew turned to see people stumbleing towards them " i think we found the colonists."
May neared them "We come in peace let us help you" she extended her hand towards the first colonist but instead of collapseing in her arms the colonist lowered its head and went full rage and started to tear at her arm with its teeth.
"JEASUS." Larson fell back and aimed his pulse rifle, Ace just stood there his eyes narrowed.
"Guys back to the dropship NOW" Ace was heading towards the dropship when he noticed it was inflames "sweet mother of pearl worshipping oysters" he turned hearing a low click click on the ground, the sound came from a 7 foot tall steel looking skeleton. keying his radio as he back pedaled " Guys i got a Nator over here"
"impossible the Umbrella corp doesn't operate this far out"
"tell that to this fucker" Ace ran up to it figureing it to be a T-600 or a T-700 he swung his rifle hard at its head strikeing the side of the skull. the terminator merely turned its head back to ace and its lower jaw slid side ways in both directions for a few seconds before it continued its advance on Ace,Who swung again and again with the terminator not even loseing stride as it backhanded Ace in to a collasped wall leaveing ace teetering on the brink of passing out, Suddenly the APC flew over head and landed ontop of the Terminator with Jack running out grabbing Ace and dragging him to the APC. As he lay ace in one of the chairs the front windsheild shattered and the terminator's head and part of its right arm and upper torso where wedged in to the windsheild space. Jack wagged his fingure
"Now thats just rude mate" raiseing his pulse rifle he aimed at the CPU port watching the terminators eyes narrow slightly as it continued to reach for jack.The Shot run out followed by a low cracking as the terminators skull split in to many fragments one of the small peices bore the markings (T-800)

On a super lighter note

2006-02-08T21:35:12Z

Skies of termination
The Outtakes

-----1---------
Come on we are gonna make it..." Delenna turned to axel and heard snoreing. "Shit."

-----2---------

Oh my god what is that on the floor beside delenna?" Roxy was looking over renees shoulder
"What the hell does it look like to you?"
"Paint...maybe oil.."
"Dumbass!" Renee smacks Roxy in the head

----3----------
"and your a damn apc driver and i don't.." A loud crash followed by a heavy reving is heard as a APC slams through some of the twisted remains of the terrain.
"Well shit..."

----4----------
Delenna had just seen The Explosion when several flashes appeared in the distance. of course the lighting effects can't be seen but the points of impact on Delenna in the form of small caps can be seen of course several go off at the wrong time
"OUCH! SHIT "

----5-------
No nothing is over NOTHING, its not something you can turn off its...Its....FUCKING KEWL!" Every one in the med bay cracks up laughing.

----6------
As ace rants about the war and his treatment in civie life
Psst larson is ace trying to teach us a moral value?"
"i don't know jack i just think he is a little high handed or something,"
"And mostly when i got in to civi life i remembered STAY IN SCHOOL and STAY OFF DRUGS!"

----7------
we see the scene where the two raptors and the drop ship are flying towards the ship, then the entire back drop is changed in to the death star trench from starwars episode 4
"this is red 5 i'm goin in" Ace cackled over the radio.
"I can't shake im'" Larson screamed
"Stay on target was aces response as larsons fighter expolded
"Well shit i guess larson ain't gonna be in the sequel."

----8------
"what do the shots do for ace?"
"i don't know i think it..."there is a loud crash and every one runs to the med bay where ace is on the bed standing holding a I.V Stand in his hands like a guitar with hospitol cream on his face like make up with starbursts on his eyes as he sings to classic kiss songs
"sweet mother of god ace has gone nuts.."
"This is beyond nuts this is FUCKIN nuts"
"Fucking nuts?isn't the biological known as ace allergic to nuts?"
"Drex just shut up"

----9------
Ace sits in his hospital bed as he tells about Wedge's death and then pulls out a picture of ace holding a disembowled teddy bear.
"HE WAS MY FREIND I Built him my self with all my love and joy and even did a stupid little dance and was laughed at by the women who worked at the store where i found him.
( this is a harking on build a bear the store i HATE with a stone cold passion)
"Christ Ace is FUGGIN sissy."
"Least i don't have any dolls LARSON.."
"They ARE NOT DOLLS THEY ARE LIMITED EDITION ACTION FIGURES"
"but they are all girls, IN Japanese school girl outfits."
"DON'T YOU MAKE FUN OF SAILOR MOON, Mr TEDDY BEAR BOY."
"YOU TAKE THAT BACK!"

----10------
Action figure day.
Every one on the cast is sitting around the meeting room table with a large box in the middle.
"WOW our toys came in."
"Yep check it out mine has a grappling hook launcher and a uzi"
"but captain you never left the damn ship much less used that kind of shit"
"Least my toy doesn't have EXPLODING ACTION"
"Hey thats not funny i mean shit they even put the fuckin button on his ass."Axel was pissed
"Cool mine comes with a eyepatch....WHAT THE HELL?"
"least yours dosent have a damn needle glued to his hand with trac marks on his arm."
"Least you came with true to character items why the hell does mine have a WHIP?" May was fumeing
"uhhh...LOOK the betas eyes light up."
"Duh... cause we are the cool ones"
"oh yea but mine has a....wooden sword?"
"Jack just drop it"
"hey these toys suck next time drop fucking Kenner and go with the spawn dude."

END ( sorry needed a break to do something funny)

WHOA WADDA Weekend

2006-02-07T02:04:52Z

man. oh man.
I spent pretty much the entire weekend with the guys ( and gals) I was at Six pockets with David,Chase,Ashley,And Jason ad i had managed to pick some angel trumpets from my grans back yard for david cause he eats them to get the legal high. (He had 17 full angel trumpets befor we went to six pockets
While we where there we got invited to a party. so we went to the party there where a few others their, ceres,sara,erik,nate,nicki,some other chick, Cool-drew, steph and 2 guys whose names elude me currently ( i don't think i ever asked)Oh and Twitich.
So we are there and we started to drink rolling rock. ( Bought 2 cases and one of the nameless guys bought 2, i had already had 5 by 11 pm. we arrived there by 8 pm. by this time every one cept steph, eric and twitch where high as hell ( Even chase THE DESIGNATED DRIVER so we managed to stay the night,) But at this time henry (one of thje two nameless dudes cause i just remembered his name) bought 9 glow sticks and turned on the black lights broke the sticks and started to rave with them while i found nats bass guitar and started to play with the bass line on the techno ( they even played the wangan music) i ended up getting covered in glow shit, along with the guitar so i was diffrent shades of blue, red, orange and yellow. at the time we finished raveing Sara and Ceres where makeing out. they procceded to head in side and i helped eric clean up while twitch went out side to puke, it was roughly 2 when we got inside and every one was to stay in the master bedroom and sleep on the floor ( there was no bed nor furniture,) course when i got inside 4 of us couldn't fit in the room. My self included. David meanwhile was wandering in a higher than the pope state around the house and actually shouted at the air freshener claiming "You don't smell blue enough you shitty smelling thing." Of course i told him the air fresener can't smell blue because it didn't have a nose. this caused david to cackle and fall on the tile floor giggleing like a girl. we went to check on the others in the room and come to find sara and ceres haveing well.. some very very very private time with every one watching hell chase was high as fuck and his face was right beside saras like 3 inchs from her ear. and i asked if he was enjoying the show he laughed and kept stareing, well after we left the room the 3 other guys got the damn couchs so the only confortable space was the tub and i tould look out for the drunks who needed to puke, Well i roled over in the tub faceing the wall when some one walked in dropped their pants and started to take a piss, i then felt a foot in my ass and turned to see sara sitting on the toilet, she and i talked while she was takeing a piss and then i rolled over and went to sleep again and shrugged as she left, ( I used to date sara so seeing her naked wasn't really a turn on for me any way) after 3 others takeing puke brakes i heard chase come in and drop his pants. i freaked out and flew out of the bath room at break neck speeds slipping on the tile floor and pretty much bobsleding from the bathroom in to the kitchen, where david was pokeing at the floor with a fork. i managed to get up after falling twice in water (Found out later it was davids piss) I went back to the tub after chase left and managed to stay awake the rest of the morning in the tub while the women came and went to piss or puke and i talked to them the entire time mostly about the lesbian action sara and ceres where STILL maintaining at 4:45 AM i then got out hearing a tap tap noise. come to find out it was comeing from the 5 by 5 water heater closet that had 4 by 3 taken by the water heater, opening the door armed with davids fork david fell out of the closet on to the floor. i screamed and prodded david thinking he was dead i shouted for help. come to find out david can slow his breathing and seem "dead" After thisi managed to get some of the others awake at 7 till 6 and we went up to Dennys to eat. we came back slept some cept me. and then left at 10 am. then sara, step, ash, jason. chase and my self hung out till 6 pm and went to duffs place got him and went to dannys to watch the game and drink some more. i managed to hold 2 millers and arrived at megans ( our second super bowl stop) and forced my self to binge and purge. ash and duff where trashed when we arrived at six pockets again with ash pukeing all over erics car ( Chase bailed at 8 and took OUR STUFF with him) ( Today i found out he went though our stuff for gas money, and accused me of stealing his water and HIS HIS metal gear cd and HIS wangan/ CROC battle cd. not to mention that he claimed i STOLE HIS BURNED COPYS OF NASICA witch he burned for me and tom
l come to find out he took my 20 and and 50 from ash and got gas and lunch for him self ( And for tom he refuses to let me in to his house saying i stole his porn there for he won't give me the battle royal manga or my firefly set, nor the nasica cds, now that he says i stole his porn pisses me off. cause i know he has midget and granny porn. ( he has ALL 12 volume of sexy old people 50 plus and 4 volumes of midget love) ( NO offsense to little people or older people but i don't like porn with either in it not that yall are bad people but DAMN)
so around 1 this morning with ash, jason and sara in tow i went to my grans and they crashed there with me in the tub, Jason on the couch and ash and sara in my room on my bed watching MY...Movies, and going to puke in the toilet with ash pretty much in there the entire time. with me makeing sure she stayed away while she puked. come noon i woke up and drove every one home. and came back at 2 in witch i crashed again until 7 and then got on here. so i plan to get off here soon and sleep again. Odd though sara left her number on my bed along with her under garmets and a note that i will not tell here but i did manage to have time to think about my self and my relation ships to the others while sitting in the tubs two nights in a row about how loyal i am to them and that i was willing to stay up and keep them in line. and that i pretty much kept ash alive last night by force feeding her coffee to keep her awake so she could keep pukeing. not to mention i found out what kind of person chase really is a sex crazed cheating bastard. he tried to fuck steph and she kept telling him no and had her pants around her ankles before nate and i grabbed him and locked him in the broom closet. and i found out that david is a hoot when drunk and that eric and i are the best fucking freinds in the world now that he and i shared a few beers and laughs and some strats to keep others awake. wait i just rememberd the 2nd un named dude his name is matt. any who i am fine

Part 2 Of skies of termination

2006-02-04T15:14:23Z

~Prologe~

“Hang in there, Your gonna make it,”Delenna shouted over the roar of Plasma blasts as she ran through the war zone that had formed from the remains of the colony. Her load shifted on her shoulders.
“Drop me.” Axel said, his warm blood had seeped through his armor on to Delenna's shoulder.Axel had grabbed the Shoulder Charge from her armor mounted equipment rack and lowered himself to the ground. The woman turned to him as they heard the incoming high pitched wail of a quad turbofan engine aircraft approach.
“Its a H/K...Sounds like a Interceptor unit." Delenna checked her Helmet mounted scope to verify. "Howling Dart. This is 5 you got a Nator' Ceptor' headin your way"
"Roger 5 we got ears on er' can you get a confirmed eye?"
"Yes, Sending feed to you, looks like the same kind that nailed Truss at the Atmospheric Processor."
"Get back to the ship now."
"Negative i got wounded with me"
"Who?"
"6 took some rays to the chest he's holding as long as he can."
"Leave him"
"but HQ we need as many units as possible."
"Do you want to be left behind?"
Defeated Delenna closed her eyes and keyed in her comm again
"No Sir. On my way back to the Drop Ship"She looked at Axel and lowered her head and kissed him on the cheek. "Hang in there trooper i'll be back" As she said this a low crunching was heard on the ground 1 klick behind them."Damn" she checked her Scanner.
"HQ 1 REPEAT 1 H/K Ground pounder confirmed ears and eyes."
"FALL BACK NOW WE ARE DUSTING OFF" Delenna turned to grab Axel and carry him again. but she felt a cold point on her neck it was Axels Service pistol"Run get to the dropship. I can take out that Ground H/K.”
“No you'll be killed. Your still a trainee”
“And your a damned APC Driver" He looked around sarcasticly "well i don't see a damn APC around so get your ass to the fucking Dropship NOW” The soldier grabbed his Dogtags and ripped them off and handed them to the woman
“It's Been a pleasure knowing you Trainee Axel.”
“Sure same reguards delenna.” he winked at her as he spun the outer cylinder of the Charge of course his hands where trembleing from loss of blood and the fact that he was scared shitless. but his moral returned as he felt the heat eminate from the now primed explosive, “GO...NOW!”
Delenna nodded and turned running as fast as she could. Smelling the air she detected the smell of Ozone before the air to the side of her crackled with a huge bolt of blue energy that singed her left arm just above the elbow. Her motion tracker Chirped once then went silent display read "Jamming" she cursed and held her rifle at the ready before she knew it a Endoskeleton broke out from one of the ruined land cars and aimed its plasma rifle at her,Gritting her teeth she held down the firing stud "DEATH TO THE TOASTERS!" the Endo fell over clutching its forehead she had managed to rip one of its shock dampeners off with her shot. Raiseing her rifle she swung rapidly strikeing the Endo in the head 4 times before its eyes went dark, turning for the dropship she ran ignoreing the pain in her arm she smiled seeing the running lights of the Dropship she ran up the ramp and hit the close button turning around again to scan the horizen her scanners picked up a AMP 600 explosion followed by a rather larger one "good job Axel"
she detected the trace of Ozone again as a long line of bolts riddled her right across the midsection he face contorting in to pain her upper torse slid off her lower torso on to the cold steel grateing of the dropship's main bay. The Co-pilot of the dropship having to double as the teams medic rushed to Delennas side and frowned, Grabbing her dog tags she ripped them off and took the set from her right hand and put them in to her armors chest pouch and pulled out a small needle and inserted the tip in to her neck her mouth etched in sadness
“Do it”
“i'm sorry Delenna.” Renee closed her eyes and pressed the plunger of the needle to the end of its line, filling Delennas body with a sedative that would numb her pain while slowing down her internal organs to the point that the person would die within 2 minutes.

Before the Skies of Termination

2006-02-02T21:19:56Z

The dark, cloudy night sky was ripped apart by a great chrome sliver, the sound of the veil of black tearing was greater than any natural thunder. A loud, rolling rumble flowed across the ruins, echoing through the steel skeletons of the urban battlefield. Private Axel had heard explosions before, loud ones, but this one came without light, without flash, and it just rumbled on and on, shaking the ground, he could feel it through his combat boots as he squatted there, safe he had thought but now he wasn't sure.

"Thunder or arty?" Axel whispered towards his CO, Delenna, as they huddled there in the ruins looking for any sign of the Machines.

"Neither." Delenna said solemnly as she leaned out from the ruins looking up at the star-less night.

Delenna snicked down her scanner from her helmet and started searching the cloud laced heavens. Thermal imaging coupled with the limited processor of the system was still enough to confirm what she had feared. Motion tracking rapidly acquired the object and began to passively acquire data about it from its various emissions. She zoomed in on the rapidly approaching silver object, the thermal readings from the engine pods of the machine put it at the top of the scale, in the heavy transport class. She hit the record button and started a coded microburst back to the dropship, getting what she could as the giant transport slowed gracefully, extended its landing claws, and began a calculated decent into an area of ruins some three klicks away.

"Then what was it?" Axel asked, looking and trying to see what his CO was looking for.

"Sonic boom." Delenna said, continuing to watch as the dust settled around the transport.

"What's that?"

"Shock wave in the air, something big moving really fast makes it."

"What's it mean?" Axel asked.

"it means we've got big trouble. Clankers and they're being air delivered."

"Aww crap!" Axel said louder than he would have liked.

Axel began checking his pluse rifle and his gear before moving to lay flat on his stomach and try to peer out towards the ruins. Axel was a good kid, Delenna thought as she moved over to give Axel some space next to her. Axel learned quick, and he was the kind who had a quiet curiosity, that meant that even though he asked questions, they weren't annoying and he didn't press for details. Axel just seemed to figure things out on his own, a trait that Delenna liked in the eighteen year old.

Delenna adjusted the pickup and gain on her scanning visor. The processor rapidly shifted through the digital imaging of the ruins, found the grounded transport, and zoomed in. The filters began to slip over each other, resolving the image until it was as clear as it could be, given the distance of over three klicks. The processor began searching around the landing claws of the grounded transport, and new shapes began to move there. Machines. Endoskeletons walking methodically from the cavernous belly of the transport, spreading out into the ruins on a search and destroy protocol. From what Delenna knew, it appeared to be carrying a full load, which intel said would be about forty whiners, give or take.

Looked like Delanna and her team would be up most of the night smashing Umbrella/SKYNET's toys into junk.

Delenna keyed up her communicator.

"Central this is Whiskey Five. I have ears and eyes on a 'Nator 'Sport. Get ready for company. They aren't very far out..."

Another pair of sonic booms, one after the other, swept over the ruins and Delenna mouthed a silent curse. Three transports total, that would make for over a hundred and twenty Endos, not counting any supporting hardware the Machines might bring along. It was going to be a long night. Delenna began to wonder if she would live to see morning.

"Central, make that three 'sports. I repeat, three confirmed visuals on 'Nator transports. Uplinking live feed now. We will try to hold this position and relay tactical data as long as possible. Requesting fire elements one, two and three to move to this position for overwatch. Over."

It looked like Umbrella/SKYNET wanted Major Reeves' HQ in a bad way.

"Negative. Retreat to the drop ship ASAP"

"Roger" She cursed they had just won this little mud and blood soaked hell hole of a foot hold planet side but hell orders are orders. She motioned to Axel and they took off on foot to the drop ship. Before they where even in 4 klicks of the Drop-zone Axel was hit by a stray Plasma bolt through the gut. He went down with a sick thud. Delenna was going to leave him when she noted he was still moving decideing against caution she grabbed his body and hefted it on her shoulder heading to the drop zone.

(End of the Intro)

The Pain and Limits of Humans

2006-02-02T01:21:52Z

Pain is ment to be a teacher. It is to teach us to not try the same stunt again, to guide us emotionaly or to teach us to fear what has happened. i am no stranger to death to see the deaths of my Father and My grandfather and now my Wife to be i thought my self to have come to feel (abit Sickly) Immune to pain of death, yes i had my tears and my breakdown after christinas death but it was not like my fathers nor my grandfathers, they died slowly over time but christina's was sudden and it scared me it made me truly fear and respect the mortal coils we are given by God, I Know that pain is to be expected in life, the pain of suffering to pain of lose the pain of not knowing what has happened to a loved one. but thus is life. But to see the true limits of a person is the worst pain of all. i have been there, i hit my limit of pain when Christina Died, my nerves where on end i nearly killed her brother in a fistfight on the ground floor of memorial, i know i scared Christinas mom and her dad and i even scared my self, my adrenaline was pumping from her death trying to keep it in and when her brother started up the argument from 2 nights prior i snapped, i used every ounce of training i have had in life for Hand to Hand Combat but was always taught to keep my training to my self and use it in self defense, instead i used it as the attacker. i broke his nose, 3 ribs and cracked his femur with a solid kick to get him off of me, i spent the rest of the evening being calmed down by a doctor and a cop. i was lucky christinas mom didn't press charges nor did her brother, he agreed we where both out of line and i offered to pay his medical bill but he declined and after getting a cast on his leg and bandages on his ribs he, Arthur (Christinas Dad) and my self went to a bar, where he sat i didn't drink at all neither did her brother but art talked all night about the funny things christina did as a kid. it was this talk that shattered the small seal i put on my emotions and set me off in to a break down which actually attracted the others in the bar who joined in and comforted me as much as they could ( i was actually offered to get laid by one woman, which i declines wholeheartedly informing her i am not a charity case and that i didn't need anouther woman on my mind) After a few hours i took Arts car and drove home after i dropped him and my would be future brother in law off at Arts home. i then drove home to my grandmothers house. ( its the only house i still had keys too unfortunatly Christina had the only key to our apartment, because i lost mine) and told her what happened and then i went to bed. wakeing up the next morning half asleep, i went ot return arts car and had breakfast with him.

But to current matters,
Pain is ment to teach us as i have stated before but to see christina's EX at the funeral and to find out he was named in her will as her sole benficiary i was soon out of every thing i had in the apartment, and unfortunatly i loathed the man and wanted to kill him for her parents contested the will and his lawyers found ALL of us her parents and my self UNFIT to handle her estate even though i was her husband to be he did grant me a single reprive, he returned the only photos i had of christina and my self and of my mom and dad. those pictures are the only things i treasure second only to my own life, even though now is obviously not the time to regret on past problems i plan to spread the word of christinas work her life and her dreams. its my duty as her fiancee' to let others know of the love between she and i and to let my own history no matter how sad or dark it is my history is only known by those who teach it. hell think does any one know what george washinton our first presidents neighbors goals and dreams where? most likely not except for his familiy and his friends and we will only know nowadays if some one took the liberty to pass such knowledge on and let their children know of the past as well. So ask your self in 100 years how will you be remembered? As a foot note in history? As a icon of your familiy a political hero? or maybe just the man that has come before the current generation that wanted his past to be known to all? you decide your history does not pass down through your genes or your blood it is by word of mouth or by book. do your best to leave your legacy behind so that others will remember you and keep your life alive.

What a weekend!

2006-01-30T22:15:03Z

WOW its already monday just one more evening till i go home.

I spent the weekend from friday noonish till tomarrorw round god knows when. at toms. Tom is one of my few true friends i have, so hanging with him and NOT getting to to mischif like i would with chase was relaxing, tom won 2 victorys one with a bemmer on a down hill strech ( with the driver flipping us off after words Poor sport i guess Well he took it better than i would have i would have followed tom till one of us ran out of gas and then started to curse and scream like a banshee Ahh road rage ^_^) then sat evening toms mom and sis got home from valdosta and honked the horn come to find out kiras cats got out AGAIN wouldn't be so bad if she didn't pressme and involuntarily volunteer me to help her find the cats, lo and behold we found the first 2 of 3 in 6 minutes the 3rd spent the better part of 2 and a half hours hunting her brown fuzzy ass over the yard kira constantly haveing the cat in her grasp and never once triing to grab the animal. i managed to climb UNDER the motor home and grab the cat by the back witch resulted in the cat biteing me in the hand and haveing kira scream that i hurt the cat and haveing her hit me in the back as hard as she could with her 4 d-cell flashlight, witch caused me to bang my head on the underside of the motor home before i climbed out curseing a storm going for my Bowie knife ( i was in the middle of sharpening it when kira and her mum got home so i tucked it in to my belt ( in a case do i look that stupid -_^)) so any way just before i pull it out to threaten her tom comes out and he and kira have a stpuid argument over the cats and tom throws his keys. i then go and help him find his keys and a little while later i go inside to clean my wounds (since the cats are kiras why the hell is it I am the damn person who has to climb under a F-ING motor home to get the furry little shit?) so after cleaning and dressing my wounds 2 teethmarks and several broken skin cuts and abrasions in my left and right arm and applying a ice pack to the goose egg on the back of my head i heard tom say he was leaveing i went with him. any how we went to steves then jeffs then on the way home we started to talk about our demons i told him about my addictions in the past ( no i will not deny the fact that i did hash or speed i am recovering 3 years clean thank you very much) so he told me his. i won't talk bout his for one its not your damn business what his demons are second i am his freind and any thing that may hurt him is something i have to protect.

we got home and i went inside told his mom we went to see christinas grave, ( i lied to save tom from getting in to trouble We left at 8 and came home round 11 and never told a soul where we where going)

then came out and he and i had a man to man talk about life and if our pain is real or made up and if his lady luck was ok. ( i never found out her name though.. but tom is head over heels for her though so i guess its his time in the spot light)

Wow....Been a while guys

2006-01-23T13:27:26Z

sorry been caught up in class,Work,Personal matters and of course my newest research, as many of you who have read the last issue of the campus voice, i have recived some rather "UN" healthy exposure, from campus critics who feel i am a fool and my favorite comment now, "Is a Complete Black sheep of his familiys namesake and expectations of many of the college wide instructors except Professor Hofrichter who is Trotti's main professor in his major of Marine Salvage and Recovery who insigated the students Overzealous attempt at recovering a crashed Air-Craft from the bottom of the St.Johns river." (As Quoted in Last weeks issue of the Campus voice the "Voice of the students" (yet it is written by people over the age of 30 who have no regard for what students really think.)

Any who my recent fixation is in the feild of the paranormal. in perticular the feild of Ghosts. there are 2 confrimed haunts on campus with several diffrent actions or locations that they appear at dureing certain times of the day or day of the week, And one thought to be haunt was actually just the door to the gym that let off a shriek like a womans. so on thursday of this week the 26th i will be on campus till midnight going after the haunt on the tennis courts/g building ( it has the same cheery like aura around it thats all i could really discribe with out sounding like i am high or possibly cracked.

Ahh D&D and other fun things

2006-01-16T16:21:38Z

spent last night at jeffs playing d&d with tom and steve plus jeff its his house. decided to play a bard just cause i wanted to and my first wrong act i questioned Toms paladins faith and god laid out on the floor with 1 punch. next i managed to trick the group theif and snach his silver purse and donated the money to the church, i also failed in my attempt to trick him to enter my booby trapped room. witch he did not fall for. my bluff came of rather horribly. but tom pulled off a KICK ASS drift on saturday it was fucking awsome

might as well write to take my mind off things

2006-01-11T14:53:34Z

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(as of now untiled peice by Nick )

It was raining, Rain never bothered me much.Until now ever since my wife to be died and i headed up here to "work". The Rain patters on the window in sheets the sound is lulling i am just now feeling the tull of sleep when the Answering Machine Chirped. i had already shut the ringer off on my phone.
"Jack? its your mother... when are you going to leave that dreadful little cottage and come back to florida? your step father and i miss you and your little bother is worried sick that you may be dead."
<I'm not comeing home mom> i kept remembering the day i left it was 3 days after Her funeral
"Jack where are you going?"
"i'm off to Maine i need to do some work thats all and to clear my mind."
Mark had taken me aside earlier
"Jack i understand your pain. listen take the car and go to maine i already spoke to my brother and he sayd you can borrow his cottage near the coast while he is away."
"yea..i need it"
it had taken me a week to get here but i had made it under the guise from work that i was fine and researching for a new project, the machine chirped again.
"JACK remember me? I'M YOUR BOSS Where the Hell are you? do you even answer your damn phone?"
<Phil...never in a million years would i want to hear from you.>
i tried to reach the phone but i had fallen asleep again.
i jolted awake from a dream which involved me and Jess my buzzer on my lap top was blinking i had a new email.
< "Hi, it's me again...I'm going to ask a favor of you in a minute,
but I figured I better explain why before I do the actual asking.
"In a nutshell, Evy And Roxy are up to their old tricks again. As you know,
we've been developing a technology for tracking paranormal activity.
Although I haven't been able to tell you much about our new product
line, let's just say that the latest stuff goes beyond tracking. Way
beyond. We've go some equipment up and running and I've worked with
Roxy for long enough to know she'd want to do the early tests herself.
Normally that wouldn't bother me...It's just that the stakes are so
high this time.
"She's up at that old house she bought, which, as you may have
heard, is reputed to be extremely active. She's treating that house
like a lab. She has it totally wired with all of our latest equipment.
And although we'd never tell Roxy this, we're afraid she's getting in a
little over her head. Some of that equipment is still in the form of
early prototypes...fragmentation is a REAL problem area. I made her
promise she wouldn't do anything hasty without one of us around. But
you know Roxy.
"So here's the favor. Would you mind driving up there and
checking up on her? We're asking you because I know that you and Roxy
worked together on that dream research. She respects your work. I
think she'd probably listen to you.
"Thanks in advance. And one final favor, be really cautious
here. It's easy to catch Roxy's enthusiasm. Don't let her talk you
into doing anything stupid.

"Regards, Joe"
>
"well well joe seems you may need to go check you self buddy i don't work for you or for Bio-Psi"
I turned my head and saw the message waiting indicator light on the answering machine blinking brightly
i clicked the button
"JACK" It was Roxy's voice she was distressed " Listen i need no i HAVE to do something important and i must go right away Evy is here at the mansion waiting she needs your help i have to test this new system its a revolutionary breakthrough." i turned to see the house in the distance. just as i located the house a large bolt of electricity Exploded in to the roof with a low boom. i was startled. Jumping off the couch i grabbed my coat,hat,Yakpack and my pocket note book. grabbing my car keys i ran in to the rain and got in to the car, Driveing like a mad man on slick heavily curved roads i neared the entrance to roxys place, Just as i was in gates i saw a shimmering fountain like apperition in the middle of the road. useing my keen ok well my sense of it may hurt my car real bad, i swerved to avoid it and saw the lake comeing up fast i only had enough time to release my seat belt and open my door when the car hit the water.
The Water had a horrid setench that seeped in to my mouth as i swam from the car to the boat house on the lake, climbing the old wooden pier i collasped on my back let my eyes close my world in to darkness as i drifted off.
i woke to feel the pitter patter of rain on my face and felt something over me. i lifted my heavy eye lids and saw the entity from before hovering over me when i went to touch it, it released a screech and flew towards the house. Getting to my feet i neared the house ignoreing the feeling of being watched.
<this is the end for now folks until i finish it later>
(maybe some one can add some stuff to this to help me)