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The Last Stand of the ENS 'Durandal'

Thirty years have passed since Humanity’s involvement with the Thanatari Wars.

For thirty long years, Vice Admiral Uoke had ground those damned bugs into the dirt wherever they were found. Through those thirty years, she watched the most of the few remaining Q'iri killed off in the Crux-Scutum campaign, the Iri'jiij beaten back to their home cluster, and the Thanatari inch ever closer to Human space. She watched as their superior numbers crashed upon hers in waves. She watched governments dissolve, and dynasties die and decay. The Galactic Union was hardly a concept anymore, as anyone with two drops of sense hid behind the ‘space orcs’.

But even mountains wear under the pounding of an ocean.

And she never thought she’d see this mountain fall, but, rarely do expectations meet reality.

Her Dreadnaught, the ENS “Durandal”, was positioned broadsides, damming the brooks and providing as much cover as her 12km beast would offer for the fleeing civilian and other non- military vessels. After three years of silence, the Thanatari had come to the human world, Eden-in-the-Wind, and it was time to leave.

Her vessel’s shields held well against the incoming hail of fire, but mere minutes into the enemy’s invasion, and the Dreadnaught’s barriers were already down to 75%. This, of course, did not spell well for evacuations, as the closest human fleet was a day out-system. Her ferroplasers and muon beams barked out and cut screaming pillars into the rain of fire, igniting new suns and rippling the invading fleet’s body, but serving only to stem its flow. Missiles raced out to meet the fireships and shield-vessels, blooming into life and silencing any force within 30km of the blast.

Seemingly in response, a new hole tore into realspace and spit out a stream of craft, all bristling with heat and powered weapons, headed straight for her ship. She targeted these new contacts in turn, and unleashed a hail of magpulser rounds into their numbers, with ferroplasers barking their death sentence into the largest of their numbers and spearing them like a fish, their hulls bloating and popping from the intense heat. Their forces kept charging through the debris at her ship, firing all the way.

A cluster of blue suns ignited off the bow and disappeared as soon as they showed, spilling out friendly forces from dark-side of the planet. They shredded the incoming battlegroup, and began spitting beams of their own back into the looming fleet of thousands incoming. The friendlies added to her defenses and covered the last of the fleeing refugee and civilian vessels sun-side as they jumped out of the system.

All she had to do was buy the last of the evacuations a bit more time. As she watched another pair of Thanatari fleets jump in to either side of the planet, she realized that time was not something that they possessed.

She watched nuclear detonations flare on the planet’s surface, a self-euthanization by the human and alien populations still on the planet, preventing any more lives or resources from falling into Thanatari hands.

Her chest tightened as she flipped through the open channels, hoping to hear a response. The only one she received was from an Iri'jiij carrier pilot.

“Preparations are complete, and as many as we could save were evacuated,” it chirped. The Iri'jiij was silent over the open channel for a few moments. “May the mistress of the After take those souls kindly. Kirta out.”

Admiral Uoke and her battlegroup were now alone in the system, staring down a crashing wave of Thanatari.

She flipped on her battlecomm channel. “Now hear this; all accompanying ships, exit this system. This is an order. All hands, abandon ship,” she barked into the comms.

Her aide rushed up to her, enraged by her order.

“No, damn it! All due respect ma'am, but what in the Hundred HELLS are you doing?! Officers, belay that!” She rushed up on Uoke and took her by the shoulder. “I’m not letting you die alone on some damn-fool hero run! You’re coming with us!”

“Petty Officer Harper, take your hands off me.”

“Don’t pull rank, Uoke. Come with me. Please,” Harper pleaded. A tear ran down her face as she took Uoke by the cheek, staring into her charcoal eyes.

Uoke teared up herself, and pushed Petty Officer Harper away.

“I’m not letting those damned bugs take this system. This is our space, and your lives at stake. By denying them a foothold, I delay their campaign into Ecumene space.”

“By killing yourself?”

“… If that’s what is necessary.”

Uoke pulled Harper in for a kiss, and Harper relented. This was goodbye.

Harper addressed the officers, telling them to resume evac as the Thanatari fire rocked the ship through the shields.

The party left the bridge, and the blast door sealed behind them.


The ship-board AI chirped to life. “Yes, Admiral?”

“Status report.”

“Aye,” the ship replied. A bosun’s call sounded. “The last aboard are away, and the fleet has jumped outbound to Sol. Shields at 5%. Hull integrity at 80% and declining. All decks have sustained minor damage in the outermost sectors. Aft Engine 5 disabled. Ferroplaser munitions at 50%. Muon beams on cool down and recharge. All other systems nominal,” he ended.

“Power down all crew bays and non-essential systems. Nova Protocol in five minutes. Slave the controls to me, give me targets, and man the auto-turrets. You have permission to engage freely.”

“Aye, Admiral.”

A countdown timer flashed onto the HUD of the bridge.

The ‘Durandal’ came about and plunged bow-first into the oncoming swarm, closing the 4km distance and bringing the pain to the Thanatari.

The auto-turrets flicked from target to target, shredding the incoming vessels with relativistic bullets. Ferroplasers cut and seared, as enemy fire broke the shields and began pounding on the hull in full barrage, giving the 'Durandal’ angry red welts and detonating along her silvery surface. The ship groaned as a fusillade bombarded her angular surface and left glowing pockmarks.

“Durandal, will we have Muons before Nova Protocol?”

“Muon lasers at 95%. Thirty Seconds.”

She looked at the timer. 2:30 and counting.

“Plot a jump sun-side and get me a targeting solution for the host star. These bugs get nothing.”

“Admiral, reading a larger fleet on the other side. Commence regardless?”

“Just do it.”

Everything faded into darkness and pulled away from her as Durandal jumped, and snapped back immediately as she came out the other side.

“Durandal, what’s our power situation look like?” The Admiral asked, bracing as the ship rocked and groaned.

“We are at 75% efficiency. Muon lasers ready.”

“How much do we need for Nova Protocol?”


“Dump as much power as you can into the Muon lasers and supercharge them. Give me a clean shot at the star.”

“With all due respect Admiral, this course of action will leave us defenseless, and will result in the destruction of this system. Shall I continue?”

“Yes. Admiralty override. HU-0777645,” she replied.

“Valid credentials and biometrics. Override successful. Firing solution acquired.”


The muon lasers screamed forth into existence, vibrant hellish pillars arcing out and into the star less than an AU away.


“Plot is solid, delivery confirmed. Eden-In-The-Wind will be dust in 5 minutes,” Durandal said.

Uoke looked at the timer. Twenty seconds and counting.

She sat in her chair, as the lights flickered and went out. Durandal withdrew into a small terminal by her seat. Boarding alarms blared all through the ship. She heard those damned bugs clambering down the hall, out for her blood.


“Yes, Durandal?” she replied, as she unholstered her pistol.

“It has been an honor to serve with you, ma'am. Have a blessed journey.”

The terminal went black, save for a countdown timer.


The bugs were pounding on the blast door.


A stream of sparks spit out from its center.


The stream traced along the seam of the door.


She raised her pistol and shot a few rounds in the gap they cut. She heard gargling screams.


They were halfway done.


The bulkhead burst open, revealing the damned bugs in all of their horror.


She downed a few with her pistol and pulled out a knife.


A Thanatari knocked her over and snapped at her with its jaws.


She unloaded into its belly just as three more came down on her.


Everything went white.

Submission by @bartwelchii

Lance is like, that single popular theatre kid at ur high school that everyone loves and he gets the main role in almost every play their school puts on.
Him and hunk are also in the improv troupe and they perform at every pep rally.

so many social variants in mbti Tumblr that it’s actually kinda gross lol

how do you function trying to answer every question nicely. doesn’t it sap your mental resources to constantly try to keep up a reputation as a “nice professional blogger” with a good reputation people can look up to!!

boring as hell btw, since y'all do NOTHING but repeat each other’s dry ass words over and over again

miss me with that shit lol. ppl can go fucking read up on mbti, they have fucking google. what’s so appealing about parroting stuff everyone has said a million times?

Ppl criticize the more outspoken, “ruder” so blinds around here for being crass, blunt, and having no hesitation in expressing their opinion regardless of if it ~hurts people’s feelings~. You know what’s worse than being a Big Meanie ™? Being boring and unoriginal and trying so hard to appear ~hyper intellectual~ so you end up just sounding like an instruction manual literally anyone can look up online

have a personality. Have an opinion. Don’t just regurgitate the same shit because you don’t wanna rock the boat or don’t wanna be “that guy”. Be that guy. Use your knowledge to formulate opinions. People WANT opinions. They WANT informed arguments, and people taking stances. Not the eightieth ~completely unbiased post about what x function is~

Stop being uninteresting

NOTE: just changed my username from worldstudies to @a-bit-of-lit !!

anyway, here’s a masterpost of series that i love, like, and even dislike. if you guys want to add onto this list, please feel free to & enjoy!!!

  • A Series of Unfortunate Events by Lemony Snicket
  • A Song of Ice and Fire by George R.R. Martin
  • A Wrinkle in Time Quintet by Madeleine L'Engle
  • Artemis Fowl by Eoin Colfer
  • Caster Chronicles by Kami Garcia
  • Chronicles of Narnia by C.S. Lewis
  • Daughter of Smoke & Bone by Laini Taylor
  • Delirium by Lauren Oliver
  • Divergent by Veronica Roth
  • Ender’s Saga by Orson Scott Card
  • The Giver by Lois Lowry
  • Graceling by Kristin Cashore
  • Harry Potter Series by J.K. Rowling
  • The Heroes of Olympus by Rick Riordan
  • Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams
  • The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins
  • Hush, Hush by Becca Fitzpatrick
  • If I Stay by Gayle Forman
  • The Inheritance Cycle by Christopher Paolini
  • The Infernal Devices by Cassandra Clare
  • Legend by Marie Lu
  • The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R Tolkien
  • Lorien Legacies by Pittacus Lore
  • The Lunar Chronicles by Marissa Meyer
  • Lux by Jennifer L. Armentrout
  • Mara Dyer by Michelle Hodkin
  • Matched by Ally Condie
  • The Maze Runner by James Dashner
  • Millennium by Stieg Larsson
  • The Mortal Instruments by Cassandra Clare
  • Outlander by Diana Gabaldon
  • Percy Jackson and the Olympians by Rick Riordan
  • Pretty Little Liars by Sara Shepard
  • Shatter Me by Tahereh Mafi
  • Sisterhood by Ann Brashares
  • Sookie Stackhouse by Charlaine Harris
  • The Selection by Kiera Cass
  • Throne of Glass by Sarah J. Maas
  • Twilight by Stephenie Meyer
  • Uglies by Scott Westerfeld
  • Vampire Academy by Richelle Mead
  • The Wolves of Mercy Falls by Maggie Stiefvater


Change of plans! (And title, too). I had started a piece for @mores2sl based around Katniss as a street musician and Peeta as a street artist. While I plan on finishing that at some point, the muse went on a picnic and got distracted by THIS. Take that with a grain of salt as I’ve already done some hefty edits to it, but that is basically the first draft of the first chapter for what I’m hoping to finish in time for the August submission deadline. So here we go, another preview:

Spiral & Collision

SUMMARY: With all the empty space between planets and stars, one would think that two galaxies colliding is a fairly peaceful process. What if it’s not? What if life complicates the process as once distant planets become neighbors? Populations of species vanish. Others colonize new worlds. And some pick up arms against fellow living organisms as resources shift and change, become scarce. And humans…we take war with us everywhere we go…

Meridia: A planet caught between strictly adhered to ancient rituals and customs, and the questions and progress that inevitably follow scientific advancements, the people of Meridia have been fighting a war to protect their sovereignty and that of their neighboring systems for over sixty years. Peeta Mellark, one of three Crown Princes and the future General of Meridia returns home after sustaining a severe injury in combat, but he’s not allowed to stay for long as his father sends him back across the galaxy on an errand that promises to be far more difficult than he initially thought and will test his loyalty to family, king, and home.

Arcadia: A colony of humans on a vibrant planet, intent on protecting their freedoms and their valuable resources from falling into the hands of Coriolanus Snow, self-proclaimed emperor of two still merging galaxies. In a desperate attempt to push back and end the fight once and for all, the Lady Katniss Everdeen reluctantly agrees to what she believes is a marriage of convenience in exchange for troops and allegiance from the military might of Meridia. But just because she agreed to the marriage doesn’t mean she’ll go quietly. After all, it’s more than just her life affected by this arrangement.

WARNINGS: RATED E, for explicit sexual content, sci-fi themes and elements, violence, character deaths, arranged marriages and associated dubious consent and general fuckery, also polyamory. Oh and Peeta’s bisexual and there will be a few scenes of him with someone who is not Katniss. M/M, M/F, and M/M/F scenes. Don’t like, don’t read. Inspired by a word prompt: Agelast - A person who never laughs.

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Gravity Falls Journal 3 - download all pages

So, when I started this project one of the main objectives was to re-create hi-resolution version of all the pages to share with the internet since I wasn’t able to find any while creating my replica and I bet theres a couple crazy people out there that also want to make their own journals.

Once I finished all the canon pages I realized there were many awesome creatures and artifacts that never show up on the book within the show so I re-watched the series another 4 times and created new pages for every episode that was missing in the book.

Here I leave you a ZIP file on my download section where you can download them all. There are landscape pages Folio size in 300dpi.

Download here!

Download here!

As always It´s all for free, use them as you like, if you put a link back to this page, that´d be really nice, if not, its ok too. Enjoy!

And I will tell everyone yet again, if you have not watched this series, please do, it’s amazing.

          Senshinestudies introduction post [redo]

– introduction

hello! my name is carmen. this my brand new studyblr account (except for a week). i’ll be posting my own studyblr content when school starts!

– the basics


 16 yrs old

  my nationality is American and ethnicity is Italian & Croatian (50% of both)




– interests


— anime


harry potter (lit. my life lolol)

— classical music



& etc

courses 2017-2018

 Physical Education

 Driver’s Safety


 Foundations of Music A


 Resource Math (Fall-Spring)


 US History

 Lit. Analysis & Composition II

– why studyblr

because I wanted to motivated myself to study and also the stationery!!

– my studyblr inspirations

@tbhstudying @studyquill @studywithinspo @studylustre @revisiign @studyign @emmastudies @analyctics @burgundycafe @myraidinklings  @jiyeonstudies @studynostalgic @growstudies @magnolia-studies @studynotepad @jennystudy @026ml-studies @mildlineurs @studyblr @itskrazeystudies @kuroristudies  

“Party, look at me. Count. One, two, three…there we go. Big breaths.” His hand, gentle on Party’s chest, rose and fell with each shaky intake the red-head took as he shuddered out his fear. Not once did his hazel eyes stray from the panicked brown ones. Ghoul moved his free hand to grab one of Party’s, pulling it gently from where he had been relentlessly tugging his hair. Now, it rested in his, no longer causing any harm to Party.

Each breath Ghoul took was copied by Party, each move he made watched. Slowly but surely, Party’s tense body began to uncurl enough for the smaller man to pull him to him. He buried his head in Ghoul’s chest, another sob escaping him despite his better judgement. Some days just weren’t able to carry the stress of being a part of the killjoy life without bending a little to the world’s will or breaking the wall so many build up to keep the tears from falling and wasting precious resources and time. Some days…you can’t make yourself be strong.

“It’s okay, it’ll all be okay.” Ghoul repeated this phrase, a scripture of the zones, over and over. They held no meaning. Meaningless reassurance.

Yet Party made himself believe them. He had to, just like everyone else. After all, this was the zones.

silver-tongues-blog  asked:

you wanna know what's even worse? they were left with amenities that are slightly better than regular camping and STILL devolved into lord of the flies. Like, only upperclass rich snobs would devolve to lord of the flies so fast.

Well, I’m not personally there, but from what I’ve heard and read, the situation has sadly devolved into mass panic.  Even people with the clearest minds and ample resources can fall prey to mob mentality, no matter what their upbringing.  All it takes is a handful of opportunists to stir the pot.

Truthfully, it IS a scary situation - stranded on an island in another country, phones dying, passports and wallets being stolen, no confirmation of whether or not you’ll be able to go home, and not knowing if someone will do physical harm out of the blue?  That would be horrible to deal with!

Yes, they brought this on themselves, and yes, the decision they made to attend this event and pay SO MUCH for it was not a wise one.  Even so, the best outcome for everyone would be to return home safe and sound, and be more mindful after this venture.

We all make mistakes - some MUCH worse than others - but every mistake is a chance to learn.

As crazy as this Fyre Festival situation is, I hope everyone there gets home safely!

Crossing Bridges

Alternate title: Operation Orokeet (which as almost the actual title, until I saw how long it is, and decided it needed a serious title) 

“Remind me again what we’re doing here?” Theron’s boot slipped as he asked and he had to slap a hand down against the rock to keep from falling.

“Resources,” Jaaide called back from a few feet above him, almost spread-eagle between two rocks as she climbed higher still.

“Resources,” Theron echoed under his breath before pitching louder. “Don’t you have better things to do than scrounge for resources, Commander?”

“Yes,” Jaaide said plainly, grinning down at him over her shoulder. The wind picked up, ruffling her hair into a golden halo he found it hard to look away from.

“So this is more running away from Lana and the never-ending, super important to do list?”

“Yes.” It was just as unabashed as the first. “I need a break, Theron. At least from the galaxy altering, life-or-death, commander decisions.”

“That’s fair,” he nodded, scanning for another handhold as she widened the gap between them. “But I do have to wonder what sort of resources you’re expecting to find here. On Balmorra. Next to this lovely toxic lake.”

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