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The AnitVirus (Virus continued)

The Anit-Virus





*Unknown scientist:

Since the development of the transwarpgate we have often theorized that the distance that we can send objects through may be infinite (We are still trying to figure out why living matter cannot go)

It may be possible to modify our current gates into a far larger one so that instead of connecting two gates we use one as a massive cannon. In theory at least (we have yet to do the maths) we can teleport objects into other galaxy’s.  

*Unknown scientist

The mega transwarpgate is finished and finally, it’s taken nearly 200 cycles and most of that was to get funding, the last bit of funding was redirected to the military after the Dewq uprising. Pesty insects interfering with our work.

*Scientist Bequtoni- Believed to be the successor of previous scientist.

The first test run of the Gate was….conflicting. What was sent was a probe that would send back data on the planets in the target system but it seems to have crashed on a planet, it sent only a few seconds of imagery and information saying the planet was a dead one then cut out. We might have to adjust the targeting array.

*Scientist Bequtoni log No. N/A

After a lot of trial and error tests we have successfully launched a probe into our neighbouring galaxy and the results are fascinating. Much like our galaxy the planets formed in a variety of ways but usually within a similar pattern. Only a very few were truly unique but that was not the best part. Life! Sentient life was in that galaxy and it was advanced or at least enough to roam the stars. We had our probes cloaked from view and their primitive sensors so we can observe them without interfering with their development. Such a unique insight to the development of our neighbouring galaxy.

*Scientist Popilon Log No.90

Something is wrong within our neighbouring galaxy, they formed into a coalition some three hundred standard Pholian years ago and have enjoyed relative peace but suddenly they are arming themselves and amassing huge fleets. Having watched these races all our lives we feel a sense of connection tot hem even if they do not even know we exist. Many of us are considering making contact but the Lords will not hear of it, they deem it a matter beneath our attention and our only mission is to observe. Many of us do not agree but we cannot defy the Lords.  

*Scientist Kogfirm Log 23

Our neighbours are at war on a galactic scale, using the information wee have gathered they seem to originate from the world where our first probe crashed, are we responsible for this? I hope not because whoever it is that our neighbours are fighting are spreading like a virus, even when our race conquered our galaxy we did not spread so quick..

*Unknown Military Officer

Because of our cloaked probes we can get detailed scans of this virus like aliens that are scorching their own galaxy, we have only limited scans of their actual bodies but their ships seem…alive. Our scientist say they are a combination of organic components and non organic components. One of their conquered planets we observed them growing a whole fleet in only a few weeks. We have classified these files should anyone get hold of them, if the subjugated races find them and start learning how to grow ships the whole empire would collapse.

*Unknown Biologist

We have gotten our first deep scans of these virus aliens and what we found was both terrifying and fascinating. Their entire body is full of mirco organisms and bacteria and even some parasites that are more symbiotic in nature to them, their touch is also deadly. We observed the transformation they wrought on a world just by simply being their, the soil died and the air became unbreathable to any but them. In a sense they are terraforming organisms. Their life spans are not long and it seems they are unaware of the carnage they are bringing to the galaxy. In the time it takes for them to take over a star system and move to the next many generations have passed. Whereas the other races of the galaxy have incredibly long lifespans and perceive time differently, the passage of months to them would be many years to the virus. Luckily they are not so advanced as to detect our probes, I shudder to think what they would do with such technology.  

*Unknown (possible scientist or military officer)

The last days of the coalition is upon them, they have fallen back to a single star system and are fortifying their position, we have begged the Lords to let us send aid but they simply say it would be pointless now. We watched as the virus arrived and began slaughtering them, it was heartbreaking to see an end of an era but it filled me with pride to see they did not back down and fought to the last even if the battle was brief. Many are talking about retiring the project as there is nothing left to observe, that whole galaxy is now dead and it is likely nothing will ever live there again. Not while the virus is there. I can only hope that they consume and destroy themselves.

*Gefensew (civilian star gazer)

Ever since the story of our neighbouring galaxy and their struggles became public I have been fascinated by them, I find myself steering my scope towards that part of the universe in a hope I’ll catch a glimpse of one of their ships. In fact I may have found something else, a star that I charted has gone. It did not go supernova as it was not due to do so for man many more millennia. Since I saw this I have noticed other stars going dark, what is going on there?

*Scientist Veonp

The funding for our galaxy observation may have been cut to the bare essentials and now only a handful of the probes are working since we don’t send new ones to replace the ones we loose we are just waiting for them to go offline too. There is not anything to observe anyway, the virus just keeps swarming and swarming to every single planet or moon they can find. They will probably soon just consume themselves. That was until we witnessed something we have always thought impossible. It was a mega structure that covered an entire sun, at first we weren’t sure what it was for but that soon changed. The suns light…went out. Just…gone. Has their hunger grown so much that they are resorting to consuming suns? How did they even do it? None of us can figure it out and only give random hypothesis. It seems our funding may go up.

*Unknown scientist.

We have launched a further 5000 probes into the galaxy, many failed to transmit but those that did are all telling the same story. The virus is consuming the suns of all the star systems and at an increasing rate. We calculate that in as little time as one of our centuries there will be no stars left.

*Unknown scientist.

There are no stars left, the galaxy has gone dark and can no longer be seen in the night sky on any planet. That galaxy’s tale has finally and truly come to an end. As resilient as the virus was there is no way they can survive, nothing logically can. Even if they could, where would they go?

*Final transmission from outpost 6529 (believed to roughly some millennia later)

“Unknown vessels transmit your identification codes”


“Say again, transmit your identification codes”

Still Inaudible but louder

“Hold your position until while we scan your ships”

Screeching sound

***Transmission ends***

*Audio recordings of patrol fleet 183.987 investigating the situation from outpost 6529

“This is Admiral Oeal of the Pholion Empire please identify yourself”


“You are trespassing in Pholian space identify yourself or we will open fire”


“Say again”

**Log ends***

*Audio recording from the Pholian Empire’s Council of Lords.

Lord 1: “Are you seriously asking us to believe that a space faring race that consumed a galaxy has crossed the vast void without the use of a gate and is now entering our galaxy?”

Scientist: “The evidence shows that is the case, these ships bare the same markings and designs as the virus”

Lord 2: “Impossible, these ships are obviously just another space faring race that has remained hidden and are now looking to expand their boarders”

Lord 3: “What if it is true though, I would be happier if we sent the Scourge fleet just in case”

Lord 2: “That fleet is only used to wipe out stubbornly rebellious systems, not to calm your worries old man”

Scientist: “With respect my Lords, the evidence is rather overwhelming and if we do not act now and eliminate them now they will breed and spread”

Lord 2: “You speak above your caste, the military shall decide on what cause of action to take”

Military officer: “This incursion into our space is simply a rebellion that has some backing from an unknown source. I will personally go and break them to show the might of Pholian Empire”


Lord 1: Then go, destroy these rebels and make sure all remember to fear the Pholian Empire once more”

**The fleet enters the Virus’s system and disappears from then on all Virus controlled sectors are referred to as Dead Sectors**  

*Council of Lords Audio recording (Roughly one Pholian Century since the Virus’s arrival)

Lord 1: “What did you say!?”

Scientist 1: “We believe more fleets of the Virus have made two more incursions into our galaxy”

Lord 2: “How did they break the containment?!”

Scientist 2: “We believe these are separate hive fleets, the same race as the first hive fleet but not connected to them”

Lord 3: “We are barley containing the first hive fleet how are we going to face two more? Even the Scourge fleets can’t defeat them and their planet sized Hive ships”

Scientist 1: “Well…we do have an idea”

Lord 2: “Speak”

Scientist 1: “We have been studying the remains of the Virus and we believe we can produce an Anti virus if you will”

Lord 1: “What do you mean?”

Scientist 2: “It is the same way we treat virus’s within our bodies, we copy their genetic structure then program them to search out their own kind and destroy it thus curing the patient”

Lord 3: “Are you saying you want to clone these things?”

Scientists 2 “Yes and condition them to seek out and destroy the Virus which they would see as another species”

***Silence as the Lords speak amongst themselves***

Lord 1: “Since we do not have any immediate alternative you may proceed”

Scientist 1 “We will need a planet to birth and breed the clones”

Lord 2: “You will have it”

***Clones of the Virus as birthed quickly and placed on a planet to grow at their own pace with technology slowly introduced till they give the AnitVirus a small Virus ship and they soon begin building their own. These AntiVirus’s have an artificial gene that when activated by the Pholians will make them seek out the Virus and destroy them. By the time the Clones are deemed ready 20% of the galaxy is now considered Dark Sector. The gene is activated and the AnitVirus’s head in the direction of the Dark Sector. Cloaked probes monitor the battles which seem to end in stalemate, this prompts the Lords to order the creation of more AntiVirus to take over from their current fleets who are loosing control of the containment areas of the first Virus fleet***

*Audio recording of Admiral Fewqol as he leaves to engage the Virus with his AntiVirus fleet, this is believed to have taken place some thirty Pholian years after the AntiVirus’s creation*

“This is Admiral Fewqol ready to lead an offensive into Dark Sectors”

“Good luck Admiral bring glory to the Pholian Empire once more”

“What’s left of it” (It is believed he turn off his com before saying this)

-Admiral’s fleet enters Virus held system-

“Ready the AntiVirus”

“All AntiVirus ships are green and ready to engage”

“Unleash them”

“Sending attack command now”

-Recovered data shows this system to be a heavily infested system and Admiral Fewqol has enough AntiVirus to match it-

“Virus ships inbound”

“Have the AntiVirus open fire now”

-Silence for approximately 6 seconds-

“Why are they not firing?”

“I don’t know sir I have sent the attack signal three times”

“Sir? I am getting a com signal from the Virus’s main Hive ship”

“So? All they send is screaming, ignore it”

“No sir, this is words, spoken in Pholian”

“…..Put it through”


-Silence for 14.09 seconds-

“Sir…the AnitVirus ships are turning away from the Virus and locking weapons on us!”

“Get us out of-”

**All AntiVirus fleets suddenly turn on the Pholians, with no fleets available the Pholian Empire collapses, their homeworld is besieged but they do not fire but simply broadcast their screaming communication onto the planet. It is unsure how this caused the death of all 16 billion individuals**








One of the greatest documents of a fascinating time in the history of American music and culture has got to be Alice Bag’s online archives of interviews with women in L.A. punk. Covering roughly a five year period from 1975 - 1980, these interviews are a testament to a fleeting moment when race, gender, class, color and pretty much every other bullshit distinction was blown aside in the name of total creative freedom and the pursuit of fun.

Read it here:

Habits of My Heart

Hey Guys! I’ve been inspired to write a little James and Sharna fanfic after reading some amazing ones! I hope you guys enjoy because I rarely ever share my writing. Anyway, I’ll be tagging the first few chapters, but later on I know I’m gonna get lazy! Let me know what you think!

Chapter 1.

It’d been a long day of rehearsals and, well, damage control for the whole ordeal she decided to coin, “hand-gate.” As if the rumors of their non-existent relationship wasn’t enough to deal with; now, the press had something to feast on and, to her dismay, mention in every interview they did.

She fell onto her couch and laid her head back, aimlessly petting Duke, who had decided that she needed a little cheering up from all the chaos. Lost in her thoughts, she decided to come up with a set of answers for her partner to regurgitate to the press because who was she kidding? Growing up on a ranch, he wasn’t used to being in the spotlight and, even though the incident was an honest mistake, would inadvertently make matters worse if she didn’t give him somewhat of a guideline on what to say to interviewers.

Her thoughts were interrupted by her phone ringing, and she was this close to simply hitting decline until she saw the name on the caller ID. It was 11:30, not that she was remotely close to going to sleep, but it still took her by surprise that he’d be calling her at all, given his busy schedule. “James?”

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No, but give me a Race who grew up in a supportive home.

Who was always taught that you love who you love, and it doesn’t matter if they’re a boy or a girl or anything, just as long as you love them.

And give me a Race who realized he was gay very young and not thinking anything about telling people. because he knew he was going to love a boy and who cares, as long as he finds love?

Give me seven-year-old Race walking around his house with books on his head and telling people he was practicing to be a princess so he could marry his very own Prince Charming one day and he had only ever seen princesses marry princes and all he wanted to do was marry his prince one day.

Give me his sister never letting him forget it, even though his mom told him he could be a prince himself and still marry the handsomest prince in the world.

Give me Race seeing Spot five minutes after being dropped off at campus and instantly texting his sister that he found his prince.

Give me Race falling hopelessly in love with Spot as they became friends, but Spot being so straight passing from his messed up childhood that Race can’t figure out if he’s gay or not, and being scared to ask in case his isn’t and he messes things up.

Give me Race awkwardly trying to get him to tell him without directly asking until finally, finally, Spot catches on and just kisses him.

Give me a Spot Conlon whose childhood was totally the opposite of Race’s.

Give him homophobic assholes for parents who don’t let him play with anybody who has any chance of being supportive of gay people and gay rights.

Give me a Spot who knows everything they’re saying is wrong, because who the hell are they to say that people can’t fall in love with whoever they want to?

But give me a Spot who is brainwashed into believing it, so that by the time he’s eleven and realizes that he like boys, it literally makes him sick to his stomach.

Give me a Spot who’s scared to even think the words, “I’m gay” because he’s terrified his father will find out somehow.

Give me Spot not telling anybody, because all his friends and family share the same homophobic views of his father.

Give me Spot not even coming to terms with his own sexuality until he’s almost out of highschool, and even then not telling anybody.

Give me a Spot who goes off to college as far from New York as possible to get away from his family and not be scared of maybe finding a boyfriend.

Give me Spot seeing Race and instantly knowing that that boy was the he wanted to date.

But give me Spot being so conditioned to acting straight and not telling anybody that he doesn’t know to tell Race.

Give me Spot getting his hopes up over and over again that maybe this cute gay boy might just like him, and then give me Race bumbling to explain his accidental revelation and just crushing Spot’s fleeting hope.

Give me Race finally saying something so obvious that it can’t be explained away and just swearing and blushing and give me Spot realizing that he really did like him and just kissing him.

And give me Spot so insecure, scared that Race is just messing with him and scared that his family will find out and just plain scared.

Give me Race who’s willing to sit with him and talk and help him through whatever he needs help with, who’s willing to talk as much as he needs to to convince Spot he really does care.

Give me Race slowly building Spot up from the mess his family made him, helping him see that really there isn’t anything wrong with him and that it’s absolutely okay that he feels something other than friendship for boys.

Give me Spot proudly presenting Race as his boyfriend at graduation, finally not scared of his family, and give me him kissing Race right in front of his family and then pulling him away by the hand, not caring that the assholes he had to call family for years no longer were willing to call him their son or nephew or brother or anything.

Give me Race standing up when they finally get married and just pointing right at his sister and yelling, “I told you I would marry a prince one day!” And give me Spot blushing furiously and pulling him down but secretly being so happy that he finally found somebody who loves him unconditionally like his family didn’t.

Give me Race never giving up on Spot, even on his worst days, and always keeping Spot grounded no matter what.

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A Distant Shore

For unofficialbridge, ‘cause she’s amazing and just got into a kickass college and I wanted to finally get this posted this in ecstatic, proud celebration. Her prompt was: “After everything, sometimes Percy sees that AB is feeling blue and he shows off all the biotics in ridiculous attempts to cheer her up. Eventually he gets a smile out of her and all is well.” 

I kind of went a little off-prompt and wrote entirely too much, but I hope you like it! 

5092 words; warnings for blood, language


 The end of the war brings with it a host of impossible miracles.

 The Crucible fires, and its red light bursts through the galaxy like a wave seeking shore. The Reapers, still and silent, finally, finally wait for the end of their last cycle. Differing species of every fleet hold to their fragile truces and, together, mend the wounded, mourn the lost. Eventually, the Normandy, scorched and torn and barely holding itself together after a crash landing and a desperate patch job, finds its way home,

 And the galaxy holds its breath as, from underneath a pile of rubble, scorched and torn and barely holding herself together, Commander Chase is found.


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i have
always loved
the cold breeze
kissing my skin,
the gentle whispers
of the southern winds,
and the shy rumblings
of the rain drops
on the rustry

but i hate how
it reminds me
of you now,
and i hate how
my hearts races
with fleeting
throbbing with
hollow pain,
longing for
another rainy day
where your arms
are my only cage,
aching to see
your eyes
drink me
in wonder
like how
you did

Sol New Network Breaking News

May 8th 2201

 "Today our universe changed. Early this morning three unknown lifeforms entered the Sol system.  This image comes from The Frontier Monitoring Network. The Earth Alliance is currently investigating, but at this time the creatures appear to pose no threat. Are they intelligent? Time will tell, but even if they aren’t the people of Earth finally have definative proof. We are not alone in this universe. With the exploration fleet racing to nearby stars using the revolutionary Quantum Field Manipulation Engines designed by the UEASA it’s only a matter of time before we find even more life out there….SNN will provide updates as they become available.“


111 guys who have ruined my life (in alphabetical order) - Brian May (65/111)

David Tennant Appreciation Week - Day 7 - Why I like him

wellll this could take some time. Lets put aside his attractive little face and great hair and huggableness for a second

and let’s talk about that fantastic personality.

First things first, he is so amazing with his fans. You can always tell that he really cares a lot, and not to mention he’s great with the little ones

Also, he seems to always be sincere (and adorable) on his interviews. I like a man who doesn’t lie to the press.  He’s so genuine and I think that’s awesome

He also seem to be so friendly. He makes friends all the time, and he looks like such a great guy to hang out with. Not to mention he can be super goofy and awesome with them. I wish he was my friend.

In fact, David Tennant embodies what I see as perfect friend. A lot of my friends tend to leave me after a year or so, because they think it’s weird that I don’t change my interests to fit in to society. I don’t conform, I like who I am and some people just can’t learn to respect that. And you know what I say to those people?

Well, it’s David that taught me to think like that. To be myself, and not care how anybody else thinks. I’m allowed to be a geek, and i should be proud of it.

David was always proud of the geek he was, and I admire him for that. He gives me the self confidence I need. He has taught me that I am who I am and no one can change that, and I admire him for preaching that to this generation.

He inspired me to pursue my writing, the same way he pursued his acting, so I look up to him a lot for that

I have had a lot of bad experiences with obnoxious people, and one point in my life I honestly stopped believing good things happen to me, that anything in my life can go well. And then came the absolute radio interview, and things started looking up. David has done so much to restore my faith in the fleeting race that is humanity with his kindness and generosity and compassion that I rarely see elsewhere.

He is that celebrity that embodies how celebrities should be. Adorable and caring and kind and always reaching out to people. And he’s normal. He’s not spoiled rotten or anything like that, he’s just another human being, and he proves that to us by being his adorable self.

I hope I get to tell him all this when I meet him at comic con in may. My life has started to finally go somewhat ok, and I believe he is the reason for a lot of that

So happy birthday David and thank you for everything

anonymous asked:

Prompt: Tony, Ziva and a first aid kit.

“Find it yet?”

Ziva David stretched further across the driver’s seat, one leg popping off the ground as her weight shifted.  It wasn’t between the console either…  

She sighed—where was it?­—but she wasn’t about to admit defeat, or worse, admit she was wrong.  Especially not to her partner.  

“It would go faster if you were helping me,” she griped from the passenger foot well, checking the underside of that seat while she was down there.  

“No thanks,” came his airy, distracted reply from outside the SUV—more accurately, from behind her. “I like the view right here.”

Tony DiNozzo might have been a federal agent, but he startled like a spooked child when the former Mossad ninja swiftly extricated herself from the vehicle and turned on him, brown eyes blazing in the summer sun overhead.  He exhaled anxious chuckles, his smile dazzling.

“Come on, you know I was just kidding!”

Ziva narrowed her gaze, running her tongue over the backs of her top teeth.  She stepped close to him in the space of the open car door, their t-shirts not quite grazing. It forced him to look down at her, shades slipping down the bridge of his nose; despite the heated mood, he nudged the brim of her ball-cap up—the better to see her deadly glare.  

A shadow formed between them.  

“If you do not wish to help me,” she intoned, tilting her head so his broad shoulders blocked the sun’s rays, “all you will have the privilege of doing for the rest of the week is looking.”

Cheers from beyond the parking lot rose and faded; a whistle shrieked; there must have been a goal.  

After adjusting her hat, his hand had dropped to her shoulder, and he squeezed there now.  “You wouldn’t.”

Surely he was thinking back to the previous times such a threat had been made and followed through: those dark, lonely, no-touching stretches of punishment.  Tony lasted a few hours, at the most; his apologizes came quick, dripping from hungry lips, laced on the rough, aching run of his skin.

Ziva shrugged off his touch, smirking.  “I do not make bottomless threats, Tony.”

Baseless, honey.”  He pushed his sunglasses into place, resigned.  “I’ll start on the trunk.”

The victorious smile was just blooming on her lips as a sweet little voice drew their attention.

“Momma, Daddy?”  In her emerald uniform and cleats, Sarah DiNozzo hobbled toward them favoring her left leg.  Pig-tail braids the color of milk chocolate bounced around her ears.

Both parents lunged, but Tony reached her first, tugging her against his side to rest.  Her chin cleared his belt now—when had that happened?  “What’re you doing?  We told you to wait on the bench, sweetheart.”

“We were looking for the first-aid kit,” Ziva explained, cursing herself for how off-task they’d gotten.

“It’s okay!”  Sarah chirped with her usual easy-going nature; in that way, she was her father’s daughter. She hiked up the hem of her athletic shorts, baring the red gash striped across her non-kicking knee. “It stopped bleeding pretty quick, so I don’t think I need a band-aid any—”

“You still need to clean the wound, or else you could develop an infection, Sarahleh.”  Ziva swept back to the SUV, searching and searching anew.  

Behind her back, Tony and Sarah exchanged knowing looks. Mom.

“Ahh yes—found it!”  Ziva emerged from the backseat brandishing the white container. “I told you it was in the car.”

“Didn’t doubt you for a second,” Tony pledged, with a wink.  He knelt, and Sarah used his knee as a stool while her mother administered the antiseptic, dabbed to the abrasion with a cotton ball. Next went on the Neosporin and a band-aid large enough to cover not only the wound, but also her entire kneecap.  All the while the family discussed the umpteenth Minion movie to hit theaters later that summer.

Banana!” Tony imitated, eliciting a giggle from his first-grader.

Ziva hummed, smoothing down the edges of the adhesive bandage. “There, b’seder?”

“Yeah, thanks, Momma.” Sarah launched up, her healing time miraculous. She bent her knees, testing. “It feels good, can I go back now?”

“You sure?” Tony held her by the elbow, still.

“Yeah!  Coach said I could play the last few minutes of the game if I got ‘patched up.’ And look—” The young girl jumped where she stood, landing with a grace belying her sporty façade; over a year of dance classes hadn’t gone to waste completely. “So can I, can I, can I plllleassse?”

The parents exchanged knowing looks. Sarah.

“Of course, we will be right there to watch you.” Ziva towed her daughter into a hug, and Sarah clutched her father in a fleeting embrace before racing off in the direction of the soccer field.  

“Hurry up!” she called back to them.

Ziva flung the infamous first-aid kit back into the strange depths of the car and slammed the door shut; Tony locked it up with the key fob.

“Tough as nails, that one,” he remarked, tossing a casual arm over her shoulders.  

They started off, and Ziva pressed into his side, her own arm lazing around his low back. She grabbed at him—gathering shirt and bits of skin in the loving pinch of her trimmed nails.  He laughed.    

“Just like her Mom.”

On that, they could both agree.