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run, hide, plead for mercy, scatter your forces. you give way to an enemy this evil, with this much power and you condemn the galaxy to an eternity of submission. the time to fight is now. every moment you waste is another step closer to the ashes of jedha. send your best troops to scarif. send the rebel fleet if you have to. we need to capture the death star plans if there’s any hope of destroying it.”

“you’re asking us to invade an imperial installation based on nothing but hope.”

“rebellions are built on hope.”

Évangéline

The year is 1755, and 17-year-old Clarke Griffin has just gotten married to her best friend when English troops march on the French-Canadian colony of Acadia, claiming everything in the name of the King of England. Clarke is separated from her husband of just a few hours and forced to flee her home with Raven and Luna. She travels all over America looking for the family that was taken from her, meeting up with Octavia in Louisiana, and never stopping her search for Bellamy.

a/n: Based on the epic poem Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie by Henry Longfellow. This story is a well-known part of my heritage, and I couldn’t help but imagine it as a Bellarke fic. It fits them perfectly.


In the village of Grand-Pré, the are crickets chirping in the distance, and the early autumn air is brisk as it blows around her, carrying all the traces of a harsh Canadian winter, but all Clarke can focus on are the two warm arms wrapped around her and the man that sits behind her, her chin resting on her shoulder, and his dark curly hair tickling her neck.

“One more day,” she says excitedly in a hushed tone.

“Less than one day,” he replies, kissing her shoulder.

She looks up and takes in the countless stars that twinkle above them, the crescent moon that shines just bright enough for them to see. Bellamy holds Clarke to his chest as they sit under a large apple tree, cloaked at once by the darkness and the branches that droop with heavy fruit.

“I can’t believe we’re getting married tomorrow,” she says, turning her head to find his lips.

He kisses her, slow and sweet, and lies back, pulling her down with him. She’s half on top of him, her hands on his shoulders as he continues to move his mouth slowly over hers. His hand slides up her back, over the fabric of her dress, but under the light shawl she wears to shelter herself from the wind. His fingers massage the base of her neck lovingly.

“I love you,” he says, looking at her fondly.

Her chest feels so full with what she feels for this man. In all her seventeen years, she’s never felt as much love as she feels for Bellamy Blake. She runs her fingers through his messy hair, flicking away a long strand of grass that lodged itself in his inky curls.

“I love you, too,” Clarke says, and he kisses her nose. Clarke curls into his side, her head on his chest, and she listens to his rhythmic breathing, the steady beating of his heart. “Everything is going to be okay, right?” she asks, worrying her bottom lip.

He lifts her chin with his index so that he can look into her eyes.

“What are you talking about?” he asks, but he already knows.

“The ships,” she admits. “Daddy says that they’ve been anchored in the mouth of the river for four days.”

“Clarke,” he says, running his hand through her long blonde hair. “Don’t worry about the ships. I’m here, and I’ll protect you from whatever the English ships could bring. I will always be with you. I promise,” he vows solemnly.

“I should get home,” she says, making to stand. “It’s almost midnight, and it’s bad luck for a groom to see his bride before the wedding.”

The smile the spreads across his face could light up the night.

“Get some rest, my darling,” Bellamy says sweetly, hand still cradling her face. “Sleep, and don’t worry about the ships or the English men, or anything other than looking beautiful tomorrow.”

She hides her face against the crook of his neck.

“I’ve never been so happy, Bell.”

“Me neither,” he says, helping her to her feet. She brushes off her blue cotton dress and stepping forward to wipe his shirt clean.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” she says.

“I’ll be the one waiting at the end of the aisle.”


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We had enough clone troops and arms on Kamino to revolt and wipe out every Kaminoan. Hard men. Best troops the galaxy’s ever seen. And yet we stuck to the rules, pretty much. If I’d been half a man, I’d have organised them, led them, overthrown the regime. Force knows I had the years to do it, but I didn’t.
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Kal, Republic Commando: Order 66

Now I really want the AU where the Cuy’val Dar instigate a revolt of the clone troops while they’re in production. I thrive on every instance/AU/possibility of clones realizing they’re slaves and rising up and taking back their agency, and this one would throw a real spanner in the works for Sidious (plus kicking Kaminoan butt). 

Much much AU rambling under the cut.

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Sino-German Cooperation (中德合作/Chinesisch-Deutsche Kooperation)

In the 1930s, the armed forces of the Republic of China purchased a great amount of military hardware from Germany in order to compete with the Empire of Japan, from bayonets to artillery, from hand grenades to aircraft. Some of those were license-built in China (e.g. MG 34), some were directly purchased from Germany (e.g. Pzkpfw I). Even though the most intense cooperation was terminated in 1937 when the Second Sino-Japanese War broke out, the German equipment were used by the Chinese army throughout the whole war. In addition, a lot of Chinese military officers as well as research personnel received training in Germany, including Chiang Kai-shek’s own adopted son. Some of the best troops in the Republic of China Army were trained in Germany, and were considered to be the elites.

The Republic of China was fighting the Empire of Japan using weapons provided by Japan’s allies.

davekat au where dirk wants to join the girl scouts and dave signs him up and helps him sell cookies. karkat becomes a well known thin mints junkie so he tries to hit on him whenever he comes by for a box. karkat is just like “um?? your kid is standing right there??” and dave is just like “yeah i know. he’s takin notes. tryin to earn his how to pick up hotties badge.” dirk just gives karkat a firm but slow head shake no, trying to convey his bro is full of shit but would still be happy if he chose to indulge dave’s weird flirtations anyway and karkat laughs so hard he chokes. they start dating and become the BEST troop dads.

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20 Day Star Wars Challenge: Day 16 - Favorite Villian

↳ Darth Sidous: “Everything that has transpired has done so according to my design. Your friends, up there on the sanctuary moon, are walking into a trap, as is your Rebel fleet. It was I who allowed the Alliance to know the location of the shield generator. It is quite safe from your pitiful little band. An entire legion of my best troops awaits them. Oh, I’m afraid the deflector shield will be quite operational when your friends arrive. ”

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Vader walked toward the Emperor, stood at his side, looking at Luke.

Luke felt increasingly raw. “Your overconfidence is your weakness,” he challenged them.

“Your faith in your friends is yours.” The Emperor began smiling; but then his mouth turned down, his voice grew angry. “Everything that has transpired has done so according to my design. Your friends up there on the Sanctuary Moon – they’re walking into a trap. And so is your Rebel fleet!”

Luke’s face twitched visibly. The Emperor saw this, and really began to foam. “It was I who allowed the Alliance to know the location of the shield generator. It is quite safe from your pitiful little band – an entire legion of my best troops awaits them there.”

Luke’s eyes darted from the Emperor, to Vader, and finally to the lightsaber in the Emperor’s hand. His mind quivered with alternatives; suddenly everything was out of control again. He could count on nothing but himself. And on himself, his hold was tenuous.

Imagine you’re Luke’s daughter and even more powerful than your cousin, Kylo.

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“Sir, we have lost the battle.”

“What?” Kylo spat.

“Commander Y/N’s troops bested ours within minutes.”

Kylo could feel the ire seep into him, hands clenching into fists as he screamed. You had beaten him for the last time. 

Finnish machine gun during the Winter War.

Humor of Finnish Winter War
A large group of Russian soldiers in the border area in 1939 are moving down a road when they hear a voice call from behind a small hill: “One Finnish soldier is better than ten Russian”.

The Russian commander quickly orders 10 of his best men over the hill where Upon a gun-battle breaks out and continues for a few minutes, then silence.

The voice once again calls out: “One Finn is better than one hundred Russian.”
Furious, the Russian commander sends his next best 100 troops over the hill and instantly a huge gun fight commences.

After 10 minutes of battle, again Silence.

The calm Finnish voice calls out again:
“One Finn is better than one thousand Russians”

The enraged Russian commander musters
1000 fighters and sends them to the other side
of the hill. Rifle fire, machine guns, grenades,
rockets and cannon fire ring out as a terrible
battle is fought…. Then Silence.
Eventually one badly wounded Russian fighter crawls back over the hill and with his dying words tells his commander ;
Comrade Commander, Don’t send any more men……
Its a trap…There are two of them !

We’re the Goof Troop and will always stick together, We’re the Goof Troop best of Friends forever.
Now were calling everyone come along and join the fun, Report to the Goof Troop! #Disneybound #Goofy #DisneylandParis

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Warrior Culture : Russia
Subculture : Spetsnatz

SPETSNAZ or Spetsoperatsiya are Russian Special Opperations troops. Known for their brutal training regimen, ruthless pragmatism, and out of the box tactics. The Spetsnatz motto of “Any mission, any time, any place” suits them well as they are ready to deploy worldwide at a moments notice. They are arguably the best SF troops in the region and definitely a contender for best SF troops on the globe.

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12 Days Of SNK

Day Six: Scouting Legion, Military Police or Garrison Troops?

Garrison Troops

While the Survey corps probably have the best cause the Garrison Troop would be my personal choice, because they’re chilling and easy-going. Where the Military police is just corrupt and abuses their power and the Scouting Legion is a a oneway ticket to hell the Garrison Troops are glad when there’s not much to do, but does their job when it’s called for… mostly…

A competent leader can get efficient service from poor troops, while on the contrary an incapable leader can demoralize the best of troops.
—  John “Black Jack” Pershing