Marines celebrating their victory in the 4 July engagement with enemy
aircraft by stenciling Japanese flags on the barrel of a 90mm gun.
Lieutenant Colonel William J. Scheyer, 9th Defense Battalion commander,
is at the extreme right. Solomon Islands
An 1827 pattern light infantry officer’s sword for a member of the Marlborough College Cadet Corps. who was later to become a Colonel in the Royal Marines, the 64cm blade of dumbbell section by Firmin & Sons, St. Martin’s Lane, London, etched with crowned VR cypher, light infantry bugle, foliate scrolls, etc. and within a panel near the ricasso ‘Bernard C. Gardiner. Marlborough College Cadet Corps. 1896.’ regulation steel guard incorporating light infantry bugle, fully chequered back-strap, fish-skin covered grip bound with copper wire, complete with its steel scabbard with two hanging rings, blade rather discoloured.
Colonel Bernard Calwoodley Gardiner C.B. Royal Marines.
Born 1879, educated at Marlborough College, commissioned Royal Marines 1897, Colonel 2nd. Commandant by 1929. Served Great War 1914-1918, C. B. 1919. He died at St. Alban’s Priory, Wallingford in 1932.
Syrian refugee “teens” linked to numerous crimes after being arrested for murder
Two 19-year old Syrians were arrested near the Austrian city of Salzburg. They have since confessed to the murder.
The victim was a Serbian man who worked as a cleaner at the Salzburg train station. They had befriended him after which the victim invited them to his house. They accepted his invitation having already planned the crime as shown by their purchase of a “death kit” they bought prior, made up of items such as disposable gloves and tape.
Once in the victims house they tied his hands with cable ties and subjected him to a beating. The goal would have been to get the man’s bank code and withdraw money. It is not known whether or not they succeeded, but they ultimately decided to strangle the man. In an attempt to cover their tracks they put the man in his bathtub and filled it with water, detergent and soaps.
After the brutal murder the two ransacked the appartement, according to Police Colonel Karl-Heinz Pracher from the State Criminal Police Office. They had taken a number of things, among which even the clothes of the victim. When police asked why the man wore the clothes he responded: “I don’t see why I should not, I washed them before I put them on.“
Fingerprints linked the men with
numerous other crimes, ranging from property crimes to violent attacks with bodily injuries. One of the men had only been granted refugee status since 2014.
Summary: The homunculi decided that the best way to get Colonel Mustang out of the picture was by trapping his soul somewhere they never thought it would escape, and giving his body up to the homunculus Lust. Torn in two pieces, Roy struggles to accept his new body, while Riza struggles to find her Colonel and bring him home.
Notes:Hello everyone! Here’s the first chapter to the fic I was talking about earlier this summer. It’s finally time for chapter one! If anyone wants a long explanation as to where I got the idea for this particular AU, there’s a longer post on my Tumblr (here) which covers it all. It’s just too long to write in an author’s note!
That being said, this story is going to be pretty long, and cover the time span between Roy’s meeting with Wrath through the end of FMAB. While I’m going to focus a lot on plot stuff, there is going to be a lot of blatant Royai ahead. That’s pretty much the only pairing in here though. T rating is for lots of angst and violence, and some language.
Thanks for reading! Next chapter is coming fairly soon because that was a pretty evil cliffhanger! Review and tell me your thoughts! I love knowing what people think about my stories!
Rough, worn spots on fingertips
were not a novelty Lust was used to. Lust had never had the opportunity to
become accustomed to hands that looked like they were meant for work.
Callouses, scars, and the like never had a chance to manifest themselves, due to
the homunculus’ advanced healing abilities. Any flaws or imperfections would be
swept away by red lightning the second they may have appeared. These new,
inherited scars would go in time as well, healed by the stone that brought Lust
“So,” A voice called from the
shadows as Lust sat up, scrutinizing this new body, clad in the vibrant cobalt
of an Amestrian military uniform, “I see the procedure has gone successfully,
Hux and Kylo Ren know the Base is up to
something when one of the colonels approaches them – separately – and
innocently mentions that he would like to ask them a few questions about
personal favourites to write on their pages in the (as he claims) Base-Internal
Question 1: “What is
your favourite colour?”
Hux: “Your blood, painted over the floor. Ask
me another stupid question like that and we will find out exactly what that
Colonel: “I’ll simply write ‘red’.”
Kylo Ren: “Black. Or maybe ginger. No wait,
that’s not really a colour. Errr… Orangey-red…?”
Colonel: *squeals internally*
Q2: “What would you
consider a romantic spot?”
Hux: “The centre of a sun. Shall I show you? I
will make sure you get there, no need to worry about your return.”
Colonel: “I’ll simply write ‘someplace warm’.”
Kylo Ren: “There is an olive garden on Hosnian
Prime. It smells of trees and olives and flowers the whole year long. Tiny
birds flit between the branches and when the sun sets it bathes the whole place
in golden light.”
Colonel (with tears in his eyes): “That was…
Ren: “Oh, was I supposed to be more general?
Anywhere outside is fine, I guess.”
Hux: “Seven bloody blazes, man, we are in the
middle of an attack! Get back to your station! Shoot the front destroyer! If
you miss again I will make all of you eat your blasters for supper!”
Kylo Ren: “Lily. Or rather, Iris. Blue Iris.
Oh, that? Don’t mind that, it’s just blood. And a bit of brain matter maybe.
Things got intense for a while. Oh, don’t worry, he wasn’t one of our men.”
Q4: “Where do you see
yourself in five years…”
Hux: “I am head of the Senate, which is by then
nothing more than a token democratic government. All real power has been
transferred to me. Every single planet in the Galaxy pays me tribute. Every
young person who is not employed in productive labour has been drafted into my
army, which has by then grown into the most powerful fleet in the Galaxy.
Nobody dares oppose me anymore. Those who do find themselves rotting away in
labour camps with no chance to ever see freedom again. I am waited upon and
serviced by slaves who have formerly been the most competent people in the Galaxy
in their fields of expertise.”
Colonel: “… relationship-wise?”
Hux: “I stand by that answer.”
Kylo Ren: “Dead, probably.”
Q5: “Where do you see
Kylo Ren/General Hux in that scenario?”
Kylo Ren: “Dancing on my grave.”
Q6: “What is your
Hux: “Mewtwo. Obviously. No, that sounds too
much like Jedi powers, doesn’t it? What else is there… are we only talking
about the original one hundred and fifty-one? I don’t know. Do I look like I
play children’s games to you?”
Kylo Ren: “Mew. …what? It seems so carefree. I
Q7: “What music do you
Hux: “Anything but the Imperial March.”
Kylo Ren: “The Imperial March.”
Q8: “Beer or Wine?”
Kylo Ren: “Scotch.”
Colonel (whispers): “They’re perfect for each
Q9: “If you were to
stay on a desert moon for a year, what item/person would you not want to miss?”
Hux: “I could bring you. For target practice.”
Kylo Ren: “My lightsaber. Or maybe something
more practical. Do I have food and clothes on the moon?”
Colonel: “How about a person? To keep you
company on the lonely, lonely moon.”
Ren: “That’s exactly what’s enticing about it.
Why? Whom did you have in mind?”
Colonel: “Nobody… in particular… I mean, generally speaking, being alone for a
whole year sounds a bit tiresome… but that’s just people in general.”
Ren: “Well, it sounds like paradise to me.”
Q10: “What would be
the perfect gift for you?”
Hux: “Kylo Ren, naked and covered in chocolate,
served on a platter, ready to be devoured.”
(At this point the colonel’s brain shuts down
Kylo Ren: “I don’t know, a new set of robes
The officers, supported by all the
stormtroopers and the service personnel, set their plan into motion one snowy
afternoon. The admiral who was once stupid enough to reveal their ship to Hux
and Kylo Ren approaches Hux on the bridge and asks him to come to one of the
common rooms, as they would like to discuss strategy on the outer border with
him. Someone else gets Ren to the same spot.
The moment Hux and Kylo Ren enter the common
room the doors close. Hux turns around.
“I apologize, Sir,” the admiral says via the
intercom on the wall. “The door mechanism has been acting up for weeks. I will
try to get it open again.”
Meanwhile one of the data system technicians
changes the passwords and the fingerprint recognition entries. When Hux tries
to open the door himself, nothing happens.
“It seems like things won’t be fixed quite so
easily,” the admiral informs them in a breezy tone. He has to really keep it
together not to start squealing. “We will get the doors open again as soon as
They sit down in the control centre to watch
whatever follows via the surveillance camera system.
“What have we got?” the admiral asks one of the
“Nothing much, Sir. They are two tough nuts to
“No. That proved pretty much impossible. We
have scotch, though. And somebody provided chocolate. It’s in solid form,
though, not molten. I am not sure what purpose it serves, Sir.”
“Are we sure this is a good idea?” The colonel
who asked the questions asks as they watch Hux try the door again, get angry at
it, turn around, and start yelling at Ren. Ren himself is surprisingly calm.
For once he doesn’t try to solve things with his lightsaber. He simply sits
there, looking up at Hux with a peaceful expression, replying to Hux’s rants
from time to time. At least that is what seems to be going on. A pity there is
only picture, no audio.
“Of course it’s a good idea,” the captain
responds. “General Hux may play his games all he wants, but everyone knows that
within these games there is at least a kernel of truth. All those two need it a
gentle nudge in the right direction.”
“I don’t expect them to start making out in
front of the cameras, of course,” the admiral remarks. “But something is bound
to happen if we just leave them locked in together long enough, I am sure of
The feed of the camera is transmitted onto
every single monitor on the Base. Everybody is glued to the screens. They
watch, open-mouthed, as Hux strides up and down in front of Ren, clearly
pissed, and as Ren calmly responds to the general and offers him the scotch.
Ren then lifts up one of the bars of chocolate and inspects it curiously. All
of them have expected it to be the other way around. It makes them a bit
nervous. The other way around would have been easy. Everybody knows how to deal
with an upset Kylo Ren. General Hux when pissed, though… This might not end
quite as lenient as they have hoped for.
Still, it will be worth it. Finally Hux sits
down opposite Ren. He leans forward. Ren smiles at him and lays the chocolate
on the table between them. Something is happening, everybody is convinced of
that. Ren’s hand is lying on the table. It is basically ready to be gripped at
any moment. What is the general waiting for?
Ren tilts his head. He says something. His
smile becomes broader. Who has ever seen him smile so much? Kylo Ren doesn’t
smile. It has got to mean something.
General Hux shakes his head. He seems to have
calmed down a bit. Whatever is happening in there, it seems to be going well.
They are talking. Smiling (at least Ren is).
They seem to be migrating closer every minute. The scotch has been forgotten.
The chocolate, too, though now there has emerged a squad among the
stormtroopers who hope that at some point one of them will start feeding the
other with it.
Then Hux nods. He stands up, lifts his head,
and looks directly into the camera. Everybody flinches back automatically, even
though they can’t be seen. Hux turns towards the door and types something into
the panel. The door slides open. Hux exits.
Kylo Ren stands up and follows Hux outside.
As fast as he can the admiral rushes towards
the common room, one of the technicians by his side. This was not supposed to
“Would you look at that, Admiral,” Hux says
calmly as they meet. “The door was not broken, after all. Somebody simply changed
the password. How lucky is it that I, as the general, have a master password
that allows me to operate any mechanism on this base no matter how many times
somebody tries to override the system.”
The admiral’s heart drops to the floor. Nobody
knew about that.
“How very lucky, Sir,” he echoes in
desperation. Kylo Ren walks past him and vanishes around a corner. The moment
“As it so happens, Admiral, I find myself in
dire need of someone to service the shield mechanisms outside, though. I know
there is a snowstorm happening right now, but it really can’t wait. Be a doll
and do that for me.” Hux turns to one of the captains who has arrived by now.
“And since we are confined to the indoors today, I think some extra training
sessions should keep the men occupied. Let them work through the emergency
drill three times and make sure that all of the officers, on and off duty,
The man pales. The emergency drill is no
cakewalk. The emergency drill three times… that is simply inhumane.
Nobody dares protest, though.
That remains their one and only attempt at
interfering so blatantly with matters of the heart concerning General Hux and
Some have learned their lesson and decide to give
up after that. The majority, though, proves more resilient to Hux’s teaching
techniques and determines that next time they just have to be more careful.
Giving colonel sanders some love. His story of persistence founding KFC is inspiring but it can NEVER make up for the destruction it creates globally hourly. 👎🏻👎🏻 #fuckkfc #govegan (at Michai, Nong Khai, Thailand)
Okay I’ve been sitting on this headcannon for like two weeks but I love the idea of them all playing board games together and Clue just seemed perfect so here
The gang playing Clue:
Sherlock: Is really good, but not as good as you’d expect. Enjoys playing because she loves board games, but says logical combos, (like knife in kitchen because the kitchen is where knives are most likely to be found, or the professor in the library due to the fact that the title of professor indicates a scholarly tendency, or the colonel with the revolver since military personnel have firearms training) even if it’s not really plausible and everyone gets really exasperated/confused bcos Sherlock Holmes should be THE BEST at Clue, but no, not quite
Jamie: Makes excessive puns based on everyone’s playing piece. She has Wendy be Mrs. Peacock because Wendy’s dress in Peter Pan is blue and she insists on playing as Ms. Scarlett because Scarlett Johansson. She says that Ms. Scarlett and Mrs. Peacock are dating. As a player she’s fine, but she doesn’t take as many notes as she should because she’s too busy thinking up puns
Eliza: somehow always accidentally reveals too much, either by bleeding her cards or by guessing the same stuff again and again. She also guesses (wrongly) really early (after like three turns) because she assumes the only way she has a shot against Violet, Sherlock, and Wendy is by chance. Also she has no idea who to root for to win
Stanley: surprisingly terrible and cannot keep a straight face when he learns something new, always gasps and tries to be subtle but fails. He also mouths the names of cards as he takes notes. Violet can always figure out his hand within the first two turns.
Wendy: Super into it and actually amazing at it. Takes notes on literally everything. Very methodical and has a complicated system of checks and x marks and refuses to explain it to anyone. Jamie thinks it’s the cutest thing (bcos it is). Wendy has never lost a game of Clue in her life, although sometimes either Violet or Sherlock comes very close to beating her
Violet: the secret mastermind. She sits back and watches them all and knows pretty much everything. But even so Wendy still wins and Violet’ll be one turn away from working it out when Wendy calls it and Violet doesn’t get how Wendy does it every time, even going up against Sherlock and herself