assault ship

Elijah mcneal Thunderclap rear. One of a kind tactical Insertion and Assault ship for Rainmaker Squad. All sorts of doodads and weaponry are holstered on this bad boy. Articulated VTOL Nozzle thrusters hug the frame and wings, giving it a exceptional amount of maneuverability. And yes…it has a exo. No thought out functional reason for now, just thought it looked cool. No kill like overkill. #spaceship –

Well, Shit. (A Voltron Fanficiton)

You remember when I said I can’t write fanficiton for shit? Well here we go! My best attempt! If you like it please let me know! I’m working on Chapter 2! Takes place after season 2, after finding Shiro (because Shiro will come back I will not accept anything else omg). 











Lance and the Voltron Team go on a mission that goes horribly wrong. Lance is left behind to be interrogated by the mysterious Galra Prince Lotor. The team must rush to get him back at all costs. 

Chapter 1: Well, Great.

Lance awoke to the same face he had been seeing for a while now. That’s the thing about space, it’s hard to tell the time. But this Prince Lotor guy was making it even harder since he didn’t let Lance sleep more than an hour at a time, well he hoped it was an hour.

Team Voltron had been floating across the galaxy and found a distress beacon from a nearby planet. When they landed Allura asked the people what was wrong since they seemed pretty peachy for apparently being under distress. They lead the Voltron team to these large trees, like huge, way bigger than Earth’s trees. They entered a kind of makeshift elevator and when they reached the top they saw the problem.

A huge Galra ship hanging in the sky above them. No movement, nothing firing, just sitting there in the atmosphere above the planet. Obviously the people had panicked, sounded the distress beacon but the ship hadn’t done anything for a full week. The ship was making the people nervous so they left the beacon on hoping someone would come help them.

It was weird. Really weird. So of course they had to check it out. Team Voltron. Wooh. Anyway so eventually they went back to the castle. Allura and Coran did every scan they thought of and well they found no signs of life. Also weird. But they couldn’t destroy the ship, not from the castle. The shields were still up and they had to be disabled. So someone, namely Pidge had to get on the ship, disable the shield and get out so the castle could blast it out of the sky. Simple.

First of all Lance was the only one to think that maybe this wasn’t a great idea. Everyone else was convinced the scans worked, that no one was on the ship. Of course they went in still on alert but you know, things never go well for the paladin in blue. So Pidge was escorted by Lance and Keith while Hunk and Shiro waited with the castle just in case.

They entered the ship no problem. Not a big deal. Even got to the control panel without a hitch. But as soon as Pidge so much as touched the console things went to shit, real quick. When Pidge touched the console it set off some sort of alarm, out of nowhere Lance heard guards gathering outside the control room door. He and Keith readied their bayards then the comms went nuts. Shiro, Hunk and the castle had been surrounded by a Galra fleet. There was no escape. It had been a trap.

So Lance made a decision and a dangerous one. Without thinking he grabbed Keith and Pidge by the back of their uniforms and threw them over the edge of the control board, down a long drop where a vent lead to the outside of the ship. Pidge made a surprise squeak with Keith yelling Lance’s name. Lance turned and began to fire on the Galra soldiers. He knew what he had to do.

“I’m gonna blow the ship. Get as far away as you can, wormhole out if you have to!” He shouted over the comms.

There was muffled sounds of protest from Shiro and Hunk before the comms went dead completely. Great now they couldn’t communicate. The guards were piling through the door like mice escaping a hole. He had to hope that by now Pidge and Keith had made it far enough away, he couldn’t hold them any longer. So he turned his back, taking what cover he could from the tons of fire. He aimed at the crystal in front of him. He needed to break it. So he looked where he could fire. Where the crystal attached, he’s sure he can hit it. He aims, a shot from one of the guards hits him in the shoulder. Doesn’t matter. He breathes and fires. The shot hit sure and true and the crystal began to crack, sparks coming from it. Lance jumped into the cavern, going down the shaft to the vent. The crystal explodes.

Lance can’t hear anything, the explosion must have blown an ear drum. His back feels hot, spinning out of control into open air, jet pack not functioning. Great. Blue isn’t near enough to get to him. He had no idea how the castle was if everyone was okay. But the g-forces were causing his head to spin and he began to lose consciousness. His last thought was, I hope everyone gets out okay. Lance’s vision goes black as he continues to tumble towards the planet’s surface.

Everyone sees it, they hear it too. Keith and Pidge managed to get back to the castle in one piece right before the whole ship goes up. The explosion would have been spectacular if it wasn’t so frightening. Hunk and Shiro stopped fight just of a moment in sheer horror as the whole ship explodes. Lance was on that ship.

But the explosion works. The fleet takes damage, the explosion bigger than usual since they were fighting in the atmosphere rather than space. It takes out several ships. They have a chance to escape.

But everyone is frozen. Until they see it. A tiny figure tail spinning out of control in a blue and white suit.

“Lance!” Shiro shouts, trying to get to him before he hits the surface. But enemies were replacing the destroyed ones and he couldn’t get there in time.

Suddenly the ship that had hung back for the entire battle did something none of them expected. It sent out a beam of purple light and shined it on Lance’s out of control form. Lance’s body went limp, still and then slowly began to drag him toward the Galra ship.

Keith yelled, “They’re taking him!”

“We have to get him!” Pidge insisted. She hated the way he was limp, was he unconscious or worse?

They rushed to go get their lions. But Allura’s voice stopped them.

“YOU CANNOT!” She shouted.

Everyone paused even Shiro and Hunk who were still fighting outside the castle but they heard it over the comms. They had never heard Allura scream like that.

“We must wormhole out, we cannot win this fight.” She said this time barely a whisper.

There was a stunned silence before Keith of all people shouted.

“That’s LANCE out there! He just risked his life to give us a chance! We can’t abandon him!” Keith said, outraged.

Allura took in a breath.

“That is exactly why we need to go. Now. Lance bought us time. We can’t waste it.” She turned to them, tears in her eyes. Keith’s rage quickly melted.

“We will come back for him. We will find him and bring him home. However we need to be alive to do that. I’m certain we would not survive an assault on that ship. We must leave. Now.” Allura said tears streaking down her cheeks.

She wiped them the best she could and went to the comms telling Hunk and Shiro to come back. They were going to wormhole out. Reluctantly they came back, looking pale and worried. The ship made the wormhole, leaving the Galra and Lance behind.

Lance’s head felt heavy. His back felt worse, dry and stinging. He was being suspended against a wall. Arms, legs and torso bound by heavy thick clamps on the walls. Everything hurt. He slowly raised his head, moving it seemed to make it worse but he needed to see where he was. He knew he wasn’t in the castle but where exactly was he?

He blinked his eyes. Realizing quickly that one was having trouble seeing, which is a great thing to add to his ever growing list of problems. The room was dark with metal floors, walls and ceiling. Purple lights lined the walls in a linear pattern. He recognized that purple anywhere. He was on a Galra ship. Great.

He spent time looking over his injuries. He took a shot to the shoulder, he remembered that. But the rest must have been from the explosion or the free fall. His back was burnt, realizing the sensation. His left eye couldn’t see very well, vision was dark and tinted red. He could feel a cut over his eyebrow pulsing and swollen. His jaw felt fat and burned. The clamps were holding him to the wall a bit too tight and it seemed hard to draw a good breath. What a mess.

Soon the door flew open, showering the room in purple light. A tall man stepped in, long white hair and purple skin. Yellow almost glowing eyes looked at Lance with an interest that made his skin crawl. He was wearing armor, fancy armor. This guy was definitely in charge. Lance smirked, confidence couldn’t fail him now.

“Who are you? Zarkon’s replacement?” Lance asked, smug

The man took a moment and smiled.

“Yes, something like that.” He confirmed.

Lance was a little stunned, he honestly hadn’t expected him to answer.

“What, really?!” Lance asked, shocked.

The man smiled.

“My name is Prince Lotor, I am Zarkon’s son.” He took a step forward, examining Lance a little closer.

Once satisfied with being a creep he backed off.

”I must inform you that your fellow paladins have abandoned you.” Lotor said.

Lance breathed a small breath of relief. So they did get out. Good. That’s good, Lance thought although he couldn’t help the lump forming in his throat.

“Oh don’t worry, they’ll be back.” Lance said confidently.

Well he hoped anyway. Lotor paused and smile kept on his face.

“If that’s the case, how about we get started?”

Lance swallowed the lump was getting bigger. Two guards from the hallway came through the door.

“Bring it big ears.” Lance smirked.

Lotor’s face didn’t change, not even a twitch of anger. Now that Lance could see him up close, for a Galra he was pretty handsome. Nice hair. Although he seemed not all Galra. Lance wasn’t sure how he knew that but something about him read a little more of something else.

Lotor took a step closer, the guards following him closely as a flood of more people came into the room. Druids, that’s what their called. Cloaked with masks but the creepy witch lady wasn’t there which was a relief. But they shuffled in with metal floating boxes and began to take out what Lance had to guess was torture devices which wasn’t so great.

Lotor began to talk.

“You are the blue paladin of Voltron, riding the blue lion which also is a leg of Voltron. You were injured due to the explosion on the false ship over the planet of Neva. You escaped through a vent but the explosion was rather close to you. You were sent into the atmosphere were the gravity forced you unconscious. Our ship rescued you before you hit the planet. Once on board we treated some of your wounds so you did not die. But we left the majority that were not life threatening. Once you were brought aboard our ship the rest of the paladins used the explosion to escape us via wormhole.” Lotor smiled.

“This is the information we know. You see Zarkon was not one to share information with others. He unfortunately did not leave me any information about Voltron or its paladins. So I must gather the information myself.” He paused as a druid handed him something small and metallic.

The lump in Lance’s throat was growing bigger. He wanted to go home. He was scared. Terrified. But somewhere in the back of his mind which was flooded with terror rose something else. He remembered he protected the team. They were fine and were going to live for another day. Something in Lance clicked in place like a gear in his body was replaced with something stronger.

It didn’t matter. What happened to him didn’t matter. He must do everything he can to keep everyone safe. His emotions became steel and the breath that had been coming too quickly slowed. The fear was still there but that was natural the rest was made of unmoving steel.

Lance looked at Lotor his eyes narrowing and smirk plastered all over his face. He was not afraid.

“Why don’t you just get started then? Quit the chatter.” Lance snarled.

Lotor paused and blinked momentarily surprised. But then his smile grew across his face.

“Oh. I will have fun breaking you.”

So quick. Lance didn’t even register as Lotor took the small metal object and shoved it through Lance’s hand. Lance screamed.

honestly, seeing the softer side of raphael I feel like he did show that part of him to simon. in s1 he let every wall down and shared personal things, stories of who he was and who he is with simon (offscreen). they followed one another, lived together, shared clothes. and it’s obvious how close they were in how emotional he was in 01x13 when he thought about camille killing simon for good. it’s a damn shame we got cheated out of those scenes because a forced and manipulative f/m aspect is apparently more acceptable. 

GULF OF ADEN (Feb. 12, 2017 Aviation Boatswain’s Mate (Handling) 3rd Class Jalisa Hill signals an MV-22B Osprey, assigned to Marine Medium Tiltrotor Squadron (VMM) 163 (Reinforced), to take off from the amphibious assault ship USS Makin Island (LHD 8). The ship is deployed in the U.S. 5th Fleet area of operations in support of maritime security operations designed to reassure allies and partners, and preserve the freedom of navigation and the free flow of commerce in the region. (U.S. Navy photo by Mass Communication Specialist 3rd Class Devin M. Langer/Released) 170212-N-LI768-059

yes I like evil characters, not because they are evil but they bring a new dimension to the story but shipping a fucking killer or rapist with a girl he was nice to for one second is absolutely disguisting and it’s condoning people who rape others to have positive relationships. As far as I’m concerned characters that rape/ sexually assault girls shouldn’t be shipped with anyone.

anonymous asked:

I don't know if you're still doing the microfic thing (I somehow think you've already been overrun by prompts), but if you are: Lance and Keith - bonding?

(Still going, no worries!)

“I need you to teach me how to shoot.”

Lance nearly chokes on his food, and breaks into a set of hacking coughs as he tries to recover. After a moment he finally manages to breathe deeply, and stares at Keith. “Sorry, what was that?”

Keith scowls for a moment, until he realizes Lance isn’t trying to rub it in, or anything. He really is actually surprised by the request. “I need you to teach me how to shoot,” he repeats, a little slower this time. “Better, anyway. I know the basics, but…” he shrugs.

Truth be told, he doesn’t really want to fully admit it out loud to Lance, but after the assault on Zarkon’s ship he’s been painfully aware of exactly where he’s lacking in combat skills. In hand to hand he’s unrivaled by any of them but Shiro, but when it comes to shooting…well, he’d been more than a little disappointed in his aim while covering for Thace. He’d known how to properly hold the Galra blaster, but it had taken three or for shots for every single sentry he’d managed to bring down, and most of the time he’d just hit the walls around them.

He’d never bothered with ranged target practice in past training sessions, really. He’s always had a sword bayard, and close combat suits him and his combat style best anyway. Lance and Hunk have always been there for the range. But that mission made it painfully clear that sometimes Lance or Hunk won’t be around, and sometimes he’s going to have to go outside his own comfort zone to get the job done.

Besides, fighting is one of the few things he’s good at. He’s not tech-savvy like Hunk or Pidge, and he’s not really good with people like Shiro or Lance. He doesn’t want to leave any weaknesses in the one area he considers his major strength.

If it means biting the bullet and asking Lance for help, he’ll do it. He’s not to proud to ask for help where it matters, even if Lance will probably be obnoxious about it.

Lance is regarding him suspiciously now, like this is some sort of trap. “Why are you asking me?” he asks, looking disbelieving and uncertain. “Why not ask Hunk? He uses a cannon. That’s ranged.”

“Hunk’s is more like a machine gun,” Keith says. “Lots of blasts, lots of damage, but not a lot of accuracy. It’s dangerous because it just chews up anything in front of it. I need better precision. That’s your specialty.”

Lance still looks partly suspicious, but Keith can see him preening a little under the attention, too. Keith’s he’s gotten better at noticing the teams’ strengths and weaknesses, and figuring out how to work with them better ever since his temporary stint as leader. Lance always did best with praise, and Keith had been genuinely shocked the first time he realized Lance’s bravado and constant needling had been the result of insecurities rather than genuinely being a self-absorbed ass. He’s tried to work around it a little better since, and there’s mostly no harm in admitting when Lance is genuinely good at something, or even better than him at it.

“Well, I am the team sharpshooter,” Lance drawls after a moment.

“Right,” Keith agrees, since that’s not exactly wrong, and adds quickly, “So. Will you help?”

“Help you what,” Lance asks, with a wide grin, and okay, this time it is definitely to be annoying.

Keith sighs. “Train in sharpshooting,” he repeats, trying to keep the annoyed edge out of his voice.

Lance smirks. “Well, I guess I can,” he agrees. “Since I am the best at it, after all. Even better than Keith.

His expression grows more serious then, though, right before Keith throws up his hands and decides to fight a training gladiator instead because it has to be less obnoxious than this. “But you gotta actually listen to everything I say, okay? Shooting’s dangerous. If we’re gonna make you a better sniper I want you getting the right habits so you don’t get yourself or anyone else killed. I’m not going to teach you anything if you’re gonna use it to just rush in like you do with swords.”

“As long as it’s related to the shooting training, that’s fair,” Keith agrees. He can tell that for all Lance’s fooling around, this is definitely something he takes very seriously, and Keith can respect that.

“Great.” Lance pauses. “Do you even have a firearm to practice with? I’m not sure you could use my bayard.”

“We’ve got a couple captured Galra blasters,” Keith says. “And I think there’s some Altean ranged weaponry in their armory somewhere.”

“Awesome.” Lance shoves the rest of his bowl of food goo to the mice waiting on the table, and grins. “Then let’s get sharpshooting, yeah? As long as we’re aware I’m always going to be the best at it.”

He probably will be, actually; Lance very rarely misses. “You’re throne’s not in danger,” Keith promises, with a roll of his eyes, but also partly to assure Lance that he’s not out to oust Lance from his “thing” on the team. “I’m just learning so I can make decent backup if needed. Clear?”

“As crystal,” Lance agrees.

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Give No Quarter III

You could not be sure but after your restless hours of sleep and the painfully slow pass of time, you figured it was a new day. Not that it mattered much as it only meant another in the dank cell, one of many you would no doubt spend in such misery. You sat against the only wall not made of bars, leaning your head lazily against the musty wood in silent despair.

As you let yourself relax into the subtle sway of the ship, you were suddenly shaken from your calm by the clatter of heavy steps upon the creaky stairs. It was becoming a much too familiar sound and filled you with a sense of foreboding as they were even louder than those which had preceded the dark-haired captain the day before. You inhaled deeply and held the air in your lungs as you assured yourself that you were to be released from your cell but only to atone for your assault upon the ship’s leader.

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CH-53E Super Stallion helicopters assigned to the Ridge Runners of Marine Medium Tiltrotor Squadron (VMM) 163 operate from the amphibious assault ship USS Makin Island (LHD 8) of the Makin Island Amphibious Ready Group.
(U.S. Navy photo by Mass Communication Specialist 3rd Class Devin M. Langer/Released)


PALPATINE, JAR JAR, BAIL ORGANA and the OTHER SENATORS, with TWO ROYAL GUARDS, stand looking down at the square below. TENS OF THOUSANDS OF CLONE TROOPS are drawn up in a strict formation or move forwards in near files to climb the ramps of the Military Assault Ships. On the balcony, PALPATINE’S expression is deeply sad. Everyone watches somberly as, in the square, loaded Assault Ships take off. Other land immediately in their place. The sky above is thick with transports. CLONE TROOPS march and board the Ships. The Great Clone War has begun…

PACIFIC OCEAN (April 21, 2017) AV-8B Harriers, assigned to the Ridge Runners of Marine Medium Tiltrotor Squadron (VMM) 163 (Reinforced), land on the flight deck of the amphibious assault ship USS Makin Island (LHD 8). Makin Island, the flagship for the Makin Island Amphibious Ready Group, with the embarked 11th Marine Expeditionary Unit, is operating in the Indo-Asia-Pacific region to enhance amphibious capability with regional partners and to serve as a ready-response force for any type of contingency. (U.S. Navy photo by Mass Communication Specialist 3rd Class Devin M. Langer)

"This will be different, Honey Lemon"
Tadashi Hamada / Daniel Henney
"This will be different, Honey Lemon"

“It will be unlike any love you had before. You think you’re ready for that?”

Tadashi’s and Honey Lemon’s Eternal Pursuit For Love

Anger swells within Tadashi’s chest as he sees Honey Lemon wipe tears from her face. How many times has he watched this scene before? HoneyLemon always chasing for that elusive thing, starved for love; HoneyLemon always catching a glimmer of it, just beyond her fingertips;Honey Lemon always ending up heartbroken.

You don’t deserve this, he wants to say. This girl, this girl with stars for eyes, doesn’t know. You already have what you have been yearning for all along—in you.

(in me.)

“I will help you,” he finds himself saying, his hands trembling from the effort now, wanting to pull her to him but not trusting himself if he can let go.

“USS Pruitt leads landing craft from USS Heywood toward their landing beaches in Massacre Bay, Attu, on the first day of the May 11, 1943 invasion of Attu. Pruitt used her radar and searchlight to guide the boats nine miles through the fog. The searchlight beam is faintly visible pointing aft from atop her pilothouse. Some 15,000 American and Canadian troops successfully landed on the island.”

(US Navy)

Gintama 632 translation

Title: You have to commit your crimes while doing good things

Matako: Can you take me with you? I know what kind of person are you, the one that can do anything, we are the same, we both lost everything during the war, my father that fought for this country, it’s been killed by the same country. And my mother that was a criminal’s wife, died while was persecuted. The only one left that can still do something it’s me, and the only thong i can do is to take revenge against my family’s enemies with this gun that my father left… !! W.. wait!! They.. they took everything from you too!! The bakufu, teh amanto” please take revenge with me!! We will …

Takasugi: Together? So if we have the same enemies… why don’t you point that gun to your head? If there is a thing I will do, it’s to destroy this country, you are still in time, they say that the smartest ones survive. 

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A CH-53E Super Stallion helicopter conducts flight operations alongside the amphibious assault ship USS Bataan (LHD 5). The ship is deployed with it’s amphibious ready group in support of maritime security operations and theater security cooperation efforts in the U.S. 6th Fleet area of operations. (U.S. Marine Corps photo by Cpl. Autmn Bobby/Released)

PACIFIC OCEAN (April 24, 2017) An MV-22B Osprey, assigned to Marine Medium Tiltrotor Squadron (VMM) 163 (Reinforced), embarked aboard the amphibious assault ship USS Makin Island (LHD 8), flies above Wake Island. Makin Island, the flagship for the Makin Island Amphibious Ready Group, with the embarked 11th Marine Expeditionary Unit, is operating in the Pacific Ocean to enhance amphibious capability with regional partners and to serve as a ready-response force for any type of contingency. (U.S. Navy photo by Mass Communication Specialist 1st Class Mathew Diendorf)

An AV-8B Harrier, assigned to the Ridge Runners of Marine Medium Tiltrotor Squadron (VMM) 163 (Reinforced), takes off from the flight deck of the amphibious assault ship USS Makin Island (LHD 8). The Makin Island Amphibious Ready Group and 11th Marine Expeditionary Unit are returning to southern California from a seven-month deployment to the U.S. 3rd, 5th and 7th Fleet areas of operation. (U.S. Navy photo by Mass Communication Specialist 3rd Class Devin M. Langer)