with drone attacks

Neighbor sued me after harassing my dog for months, lost horribly.

About 6 or 7 months ago, my neighbor got a drone. I don’t mind people having hobbies, but for some reason he insisted on flying like the biggest jerk possible. He would hover in front of other houses and windows, try to “race” cars going down the road, and worst of all he had a habit of flying his drone in my fenced back yard buzzing over my dog, diving low just over my dogs head before circling around to do it again. My dog isn’t small, he’s about 70lbs and a Malamute, but the drone terrified him, and I was worried what would happen if it hit him.

I asked my neighbor several times to please not fly in my yard and explained that it was scaring my dog, he basically told me to get lost and laughed in my face. When it still continued, I called the police. Unfortunately there wasn’t much they could do other than ask him to please not fly over my house/property.

Finally, in late December it happened - my dog got tired of his shit and managed to catch the drone right as it was diving towards him. He shredded the drone, the thing was just a jumbled mess of wires and plastic.

Neighbor was pissed. He stormed over to my house swearing and threatening me, which I ignored. A week later, I got a summons to small claims court - he wanted $900 for the cost of his drone and an additional $300 for supposedly denying him access to his property (the drone sat in my yard for a couple hours before it was retrieved). F*ck that. He could have killed my dog. I don’t have kids or a girlfriend, I just have my dog who is my best friend for the past 7 years. That dog has moved with me three times, was there when I graduated college, saw me buy my first house and my first new car. I love my dog.

Went to LegalAdvice, got some great help from them. Turns out, him suing me was the best thing to ever happen. When we got to small claims court, the judge basically laughed away his claims that I had intentionally trained my dog to attack his drone. But little did he know I was prepared. I had dozens of photos of my yard showing it was impossible for him to “accidentally” fly that low to my dog, videos of him harassing my dog in the past, and I had saved all my medical bills from taking my dog to the vet. $700 for an xray? Check. Another $250 to sedate him during? Why not, don’t want him being uncomfortable. Full dental exam with tooth cleaning/repair? $400. Then there was the cost of anti-anxiety meds and a secondary check up, wet food for a week in case his teeth were hurt, and extra just for good measure. In the end, the a-hole ended up owing me almost $2,000, and now is being investigated by the FAA for not having a registered drone and violating several FAA regulations concerning drone flight, too near an airport, too close to other people, out of sight of operator and waaay above the maximum altitude.

Enjoy never being allowed to fly drones again, d*ck.

I TURNED A FUN, HAPPY FANFIC IDEA IN TO A MAJOR major LANGST

I had this idea for awhile.
There is this Lance turning into a cat fanfic that I really like and I really wanted to write something with cat lance.
So I started having all these funny scenarios where Lance would get stuck or they lost lance in the space mall, stuff like that.
But the problem was I wanted to add some langst so I thought I could have lance doubt that he was useless and was better in cat form.
I suddenly started having hcs for the story after lance was turned back into a human
Like:

• The team would sometimes forget that Lance was the cat (the name was Azul)
and get all worried when they couldn’t Azul when they started to do team training
• In the middle of training everyone expect lance and coran would run off in search of Azul
• Lance would be left to train alone
• Lance soon realizes the team got so use to him not being around they would forget he was even there
• And when he spoke up the team would blow him off saying that they need to find Azul but then they would realize that Lance was Azul and they would walk off awkwardly
• After giving up trying, Lance would only spend time in his room or the training deck
• He would spend hours attacking the drones that he got so good he could easily defeat 5 level 10 robot warrior things at once
• he also managed to master the Bayard where he can change it
• the team never noticed
• this would go on for a few months before Lance found himself in the training deck one night
• he had just knocked down one of the robots and he started to laugh hysterically to the point where he was violently sobbing
• at that point he forgot the robots were still on and they had started attacking him but Lance didn’t even flinch
• after awhile he finally got up and went to bed with bruises and scrapes running up and down along his limbs
• in the morning he went to breakfast, everyone was there expect coran, but no one noticed how injury Lance was
• but as soon as coran walked in he noticed and started asking question
• with the Altean’s reaction, everyone s was looking at Lance concerned and started to ask their own questions but lance would not respond
• Allura asked him ‘who did this? You didn’t do this to yourself right?’
• but lance again didn’t respond just kept eating his food
• keith then had enough and started yelling at Lance and restated Allura’s question angrily
• At this point lance just started to laugh sickly and started to tell them how he didn’t want to become human again because he knew they wouldn’t pay attention to him anymore and about how the ignored him
• Lance got so angry in his rant that he slammed his fists against the table only to cry out in pain and fall backwards hitting his agaisnt the floor, knocking himself out
• when lance woke from the healing pod no one was in the room and lance started to cry once more
• he then started to think back when he use to cut himself and how he felt so happy when he did
• Lance then found something sharp and started cutting but then Keith entered the room
• Keith got angry at Lance and started yelling and telling him he loved him, etc…
• Keith then made lance promise he wouldn’t kill himself and then left the room
• once again lance started crying mumbling how he wanted to die
• he then realized that he promised that HE would not kill himself and thus started the plan of trying to get killed during fights with Zarkon
• few months pass and the team thinks lance in getting better but he’s not
• a few days later they found themselves in a battle and lance purposely flu blue into a tractor beam and was captured
• the team was devastated
• when lance is in the hands of Zarkon, he felt happy because he was constantly in pain and away from his so called friends
• but it only lasted for a few months, the team found him and rescued him
• keith was carrying lance to the healing pods but as soon as lance realized where they were going he pushed away from keith to the floor
• he pushed himself against the wall yelling he did want to be heal that he wanted to die right there
• keith yelled that lance promised he wouldnt die but lance yelled back that he only promised he wouldnt kill himself
• then lance stopped yelling and closed his eyes saying he was going to die and that the last thing he would see was keith face as a remember of how much of a screw up he was

I got to about there before I started crying.
Anyways after he lost consciousness, he woke up to keith eyes and then that’s where I would end the story, because I don’t want to end where Lance dies at the end. That is a little to much.

I’m going to langst hell

Scenario

Okay so, that episode Starscream tries to join the Autobots? What if he wasn’t such a clod and didn’t reveal that he killed Cliffjumper? What if he actually got in and started working for the Autobots?

Of course, at first, Starscream would only join Bots because he wanted to use them to get rid of Megatron and become the leader of the Cons, because of course he would. But then he would start to realize something, little by little. 

He notices that even though the base in dirty and food is scarce, he feels much more relaxed here than he ever was on Nemesis. There is none of that looming feeling of Megatron beating you senseless, drones disrespecting you, Knock Out and Breakdown laughing at you or Arachnid humiliating you. He is free to do and be whatever he wants to be, as long as he doesn’t piss off the Bots, and that actually seems harder than he first thought. Sure, at first they are all on their toes about Stars, but after few weeks, they treat him like he was part of their team.

Stars goes to missions with Bumblebee, and learns that it was Megatron who stole his voice, and feels sympathy over him, for he too has been hurt by Megatron in the past. He hangs out with Bulkhead and learns that he isn’t just a “dumb big guy” he always though he was, and that Bulk is actually one of the first to accept him and support him. He helps Ratchet out and goes back to his scientific roots before the was and when Ratchet learns that Star used to be a scientist, they start having long debates and conversations about different formulas and eventually Stars helps Ratch make the perfect formula for synthetic energon. Arcee is not as easy, but once Star cracks few jokes about Arachnid, she warms up to her. The two joke around and grow quite close. Eventually he is even let to meet the kids and grows to find them, annoying at first, but later quite entertaining. Miko gets him into music, Raf wants to learn about Cybetronian science, and Ratchet isn’t a very talkative person so Stars makes a great teacher, and Jack is a great listener and supporter, even when Stars in denying his sorrow and inner pain.

But it’s Optimus that finally seals the deal. The two are on a mission together, and Starscream screws up, majorly. It’s nothing deadly or too dangerous, but it still causes him to panic because Megatron has beaten him for less. He gets on his knees and begs for Optimus’ forgiveness, sure that the Prime will beat him otherwise. But instead, Optimus stares at him, confused and even shocked, when he realizes why Stars is acting like this. Instead of hurting Stars, he embraces him and tells him that he is not angry and that it wasn’t Starscream’s fault. Stars doesn’t believe what just happened. Optimus, a PRIME just forgave him for his mistakes, and… comforted him. Starscream starts to re-think his choices and plans for using the Bots. For the first time in centuries, he has found someone he can truly respect and want to call his leader. He has found people who care of him and love him despite their bad past together. He has found something he thought long lost… a family.

So now, he accepts the fact that he indeed is an Autobot now. He keeps his aerial-form, he loves flying too much to give it up, but gets another, third form for himself. A motorbike. A TWO-WHEELER. Everyone know’s his hate of land-vehicles and two-wheeler’s especially so this is a special moment for everyone. Starscream asks for Ratchet to replace his Decepticon-symbol with an Autobot-one. He starts to work full time on taking down Cons. He gets better weapons and learns new fighting techniques. Just so that he can be useful for the bots, just so that he can make Optimus proud. 

Under the sharp and cold Con the Bots find a fun-loving, strong, smart and even caring Cybetronian, who just wants his home back. He no longer cares about leadership, now that he has a leader he truly supports and cares about. And who also cares of him. 

One time on the battlefield, one drone refuses to attack Starscream. It’s Steve. He begs to join “Lord” Starscream and serve him again like he did before. Stars takes a look at Optimus (who smiles and nods) and then helps the drone to his feet. “Please, call me Screamy. All my friends do.” And Steve joins the Bots.

Wheeljack and Fowler are bit harder, seeing how Starscream did keep them prisoner and tortured them. But both see how he has changed and understand that war is a serious thing and people on different sides sometimes need to do horrible things for their own side’s benefits, and eventually forgive him.

And the Smokescreen happens. Oh dear, does Smokescreen happen. Starscream is so exited to have someone new to join he hasn’t met before. He is no longer the youngest bot! Smokescreen is all confused like “YOU’RE Starscream!? No! That can’t be! You’re supposed to be evil and shit????” but soon they before great friends. Starscream finds amusing how formal Smokes is especially around Optimus, for he knows that the Prime is a kind and caring soul and not a military officer. Ultra Magnus and Stars never truly get along, but they too learn to tolerate each other.

But then, something happens that changes his happiness back to pain. Because of course.

Arcee happens to make a joke about their and Cliffjumper’s past, and Stars remembered. He really did kill part of Team Prime. He had been PROUD of that fact before, but now… Arcee tells him how she felt about him and how she misses him every day, only making Stars feel more bad than before. Stars starts to isolate himself from the others. He can’t bear to look at them or be with them. He killed their friend after all. It was long time ago, but that didn’t make it any better. Stars is in pain and cries every night.

Eventually he comes out of his room, asks for everyone’s attention. He has to do this. He can’t keep it in. Everyone gathers around, worried of their friend. Stars looks at them. “I don’t deserve this” he thinks. The Bots are asking him what is wrong. Stars tells that he has to come clean, for he can no longer live with the guilt. With tears in his eyes and crack in his voice (more than usual) he says it…

“I killed Cliffjumper.”


There is a silence. No-one says anything. Starscream closes her optics and waits. He knows, he just KNOWS he will be killed for that. But he doesn’t care. He is ready. More ready than ever. He is willing to take the punishment. 

But it never comes. Arcee walks to him, the boys telling her, panicking, to “not do it”, thinking that she will hurt him. But she doesn’t. She takes Stars’ servos in her own and looks at him in the optics and asks…

“Did you kill him quickly?” 

Stars tells exactly what happened, what Cliff said to trigger him and cause him to do it. He tells that Cliff died rather quickly even if not painless. Arcee, instead of being angry, hugs Starscream, for everyone’s surprise. She thanks Stars for telling the truth and being honest with her. Now she can finally put Cliff to rest in her mind. Sure, she will always miss Cliff and wish he wasn’t dead, but she can’t hate the “new Starscream” for the “old” ones mistakes. 

Everyone joins in the hug and tell Stars that they forgive him. He was a con back then, his job was to kill bots! He wasn’t himself back then! He was pressured by Megatron! He was not a monster for killing in a war!

Starscream can only cry. Whether it’s tears of pain or happiness, only he knows.


The war is over. Megatron and Unicron are defeated. The well of Allsparks is working again. Kock Out has joined the Bots. 

Starscream helps with the rebuilding of Cybetron. He is more quiet than before. He hasn’t forgiven himself for his actions, and he just lost Optimus, the leader he was ready to die for. But he is still happy to be alive to see the war end and promises to protect his new home with all he has.

Then Bumblebee comes to him and asks if Stars would like to become the new leader of Voss.

Whether he says yes or no… well. I let everyone make their own conclusions.

anonymous asked:

ElGang's reaction to getting bitchslapped in the face for no reason by a stranger

Elsword

  • REFLEXIVELY PUNCHES THEIR ASS BACK
  • Hey it might’ve been a reflex but does he regret it? No they slapped him
  • Like bruh I don’t even know you get away from me with your weak ass slap
  • Actually thinks about kicking them while they’re down for a few seconds but decides against it
  • He forgives and forgets he ain’t that petty

Aisha

  • Tries not to cry
  • Fails miserably
  • Honestly a blubbering baby while trying to curse them out
  • “Y-you shut fuck your mouth!!”
  • If anyone is with her, any of the boys-not Ain or Add, the assholes-expect to get your ass kicked.

Rena

  • Like Elsword, reflexively reacts but instead of hitting you? She catches your hand and flips you
  • Elves are fuckin’ ninjas yo
  • Straight up slams you on the pavement and them gasps and apologizes even though you tried to hit her first
  • Elves may be ninjas but they also apologize a lot. 
  • A. Lot. 

Raven

  • Doesn’t even fucking flinch when you slap him. 
  • Bitch deadass blinks and calmly sighs before completely decking you.
  • If he uses his Nasod Arm you better have written your will because you will not fucking survive
  • But honestly why slap this man he’s just a crow dad tryna survive

Eve

  • What do you mean slap Eve
  • One, that would hurt you, she’s made of fucking metal
  • Two, she does the slapping. Not you. Get outta here.
  • You don’t even get the chance to slap her before she’s whipped out her pimp gloves and just backhands you out into next week

Chung

  • My god like Aisha he tries not to cry and he fails, he fails so badly
  • Chung’s an ugly crier lemme tell you, but imagine his face looming over yours with tears and snot while he’s asking you why
  • What did he do to you to get hurt like that
  • Slap Chung for guilt points and bad karma like the monster you are

Ara

  • Martial artist getting slapped?? Doesn’t sound like a good idea
  • Grabs your arm and twists when you make the movement to hurt her and just
  • Boom before you know it you’re thrown against the wall, maybe even unconscious
  • If you did manage to hit her she’ll probably at least be holding back tears
  • She’s squishy what can I say

Elesis

  • Slaps back
  • If it was playful expect a slapping war, if not…yeaahh..
  • You’ll be out for a few days. Have you seen the sword she carries?
  • I heard Elesis had an eight pack. That Elesis was shredded.
  • You of course think Elesis is a punk-ass bitch, and this is why you’re in a mini-coma. Dumbass.

Add

  • TRIGGERED
  • GET AWAY FROM ME EW WHY’D YOU SLAP ME YOU GERM INFESTED PLEB
  • Honestly attaches a tracking device to you like a spiteful shit and makes your life hell for a few days
  • I’m talking random electrocutions, attack drones showing up at your doorstep, etc
  • He even sends you an EMP bomb in a box
  • Let’s be honest he went back to his room and was just tearfully cursing you out for a while before he got to work

Lu

  • HOW DARE YOU?? CIEL I NEED SOMEONE KILLED
  • Doesn’t cry, doesn’t hit back, she just yells for Ciel and gives you about five seconds to make like a banana and split before he comes for you
  • Why on earth you would slap the Steel Queen of Demons is beyond me, and one that’s made a pact with a human…well, you’re not too smart.
  • Gets Ciel to carry her around and buy her ice cream to make her feel better

Ciel

  • Honestly Lu is more mad than he is
  • Lu’s just sitting there screaming obscenities at you and Ciel’s over there trying to figure out why you slapped him
  • Did he accidentally shoot a hole in your wall? Did he trample on your plants? What did he do
  • The answer is he did nothing, you’re just an ass tbh
  • He shrugs, apologizes, and drags Lu away
  • Peaceful man stops angry goblin demon from attacking human

Rose

  • Another reflexive badass, Rose will have you pinned down and crying uncle for even trying to get near her
  • Zero’s cackling and calling you a dumbass for trying to attack a royal guard with clear amusement
  • The poor guy’s been stuck in her rucksack all day give him a break
  • It’ll take a lot to get Rose to let you go or at least let up on the pressure on your wrist, she’s already alert and battle ready

Ain

  • ????? Is this how humans greet each other? It fucking hurts
  • Slaps back because he thinks he’s supposed to at first but he doesn’t hold back
  • Twig man is surprisingly strong and you go flying
  • Elsword’s cackling like a maniac and he doesn’t know why like
  • Elsword are you ok do you need help?
  • No, Ain, but I’m sure the person you just made your bitch needs it.

anonymous asked:

I don't mean this to sound hostile, but I'm super turned off by Bernie's failure to vigorously oppose drone strikes, mass surveillance, and to support Edward Snowden. Economics and the environment are extremely important, and on those Bernie's better than any other American politician, but civil liberties and peace are important too. I want Bernie to stand against imperialist slaughter overseas and the growth of a dystopian police state in America.

I mean, Bernie has spoken out on those things.

On mass surveillance: 

Let me be clear: We must do everything we can to protect our country from the serious potential of another terrorist attack. We can and must do so, however, in a way that also protects the constitutional rights of the American people and maintains our free society.

Do we really want to live in a country where the NSA gathers data on virtually every single phone call in the United States—including as many as 5 billion cellphone records per day? I don’t. Do we really want our government to collect our emails, see our text messages, know everyone’s Internet browsing history, monitor bank and credit card transactions, keep tabs on people’s social networks? I don’t.

Unfortunately, this sort of Orwellian surveillance, conducted under provisions of the Patriot Act, invades the privacy of millions of law-abiding Americans.(x)

On Edward Snowden:

The information disclosed by Edward Snowden has allowed Congress and the American people to understand the degree to which the NSA has abused its authority and violated our constitutional rights.

Now we must learn from the troubling revelations Mr Snowden brought to light. Our intelligence and law enforcement agencies must be given the tools they need to protect us, but that can be done in a way that does not sacrifice our rights.

While Mr Snowden played an important role in educating the American people, there is no debate that he also violated an oath and committed a crime. In my view, the interests of justice would be best served if our government granted him some form of clemency or a plea agreement that would spare him a long prison sentence or permanent exile. (x)

On Drone Strikes:

I think we have to use drones very, very selectively and effectively. That has not always been the case. What you can argue is that there are times and places where drone attacks have been effective.(x)

Just because you haven’t seen it, doesn’t mean that it has not been addressed. 

But I know that his drone strike comments may not be comforting to everyone, but I actually agree with his statement. Drone’s are a tool, like any other. A tool can be used well and a tool can be used poorly. A tool in the wrong hands though can be a nightmarish affair. 

I think that Drone strikes should only be used with massive congressional oversight for the very reasons that Bernie Sanders states.  Drone warfare should be selective and effective. Drone strikes should not take place if there is a risk of civilian casualty and the President should have to answer for every strike that has any civilian casualties. 

I want the process of having to answer for a strike having gone awry to be so lengthy that it is a deterrent to using them in any but the most extreme cases or in the case of a Congressional Act of War. No president would want weeks of their limited time in office to be consumed with congressional hearings on the validity of their use of force. 

Because let’s be honest, Drones are not going anywhere. There are too many tactical advantages to drone warfare over conventional warfare.

- @theliberaltony

To be honest, I have not spent a great deal of time thinking about how to properly police drone strikes, the Intercept has a ton of information on the topic in “The Drone Papers” which I would recommend that anyone interested in the Drones should read.  

I don’t see any evidence of ISIS backing down. The news that keeps on coming out of Washington – and this is not just the Trump administration but also the Obama administration – is that with every territorial defeat that ISIS is on its back legs, that they’re losing fighters, that they’re in disarray. And I’ll tell you from my perspective of being on the ground [in Mosul, Iraq], they look more fierce than ever. They’re fighting tooth and nail for this territory. And they’re doing it through numerous innovations, from the tunnels, to the use of drones to attack enemy positions, etc.
—  Rukmini Callimachi, NYT reporter on ISIS. She was embedded with Iraqi troops as they battled to liberate western Mosul from ISIS.

Also glaring are the Obama worshippers who are suddenly expressing concern about civilians getting caught in the crossfire in Syria like where were y'all when civilians were getting killed and disfigured by ur beloved president’s drone attacks performed in pakistan, yemen, somalia, etc? huh?

Fatima's message

If you cannot see Pakistan, Palestine, Yemen, Iraq and all those who are oppressed in Fatima’s tragedy, then you aren’t looking hard enough



If you cannot see the massacre of little children in Fatima’s broken rib then maybe you shouldn’t let the comfortable lifestyle obscure your vision



If you cannot see the wood that burns the house of Fatima in the missiles that pour down on Yemen, then take a dose of reality



If you cannot see the drone attacks on Pakistan in the downfall of Fatima’s house, then wake up and smell the corruption



If you cannot see Al-Mahdi’s pain in Fatima’s rib, then you don’t know Fatima’s message

We are the sons of Fatima and our tears will flow like an ongoing river until the day of Resurrection. We will never forget the rib that speaks to the oppressors of today

We will never forget your day, O’ Fatima!

admfirmuspiett  asked:

prompt: what does wilhuff do to relax? does he relax? and congrats on your milestone!

Blasterslinger

“That will be all, general,” Tarkin said, still gazing out the viewport of his quarters.
“Thank you, sir,” General Veers replied. “My men are looking forward to a bit of R&R after this long war.”
Tarkin hummed a non-committal reply.
Out in the glittering darkness of space, TIE Fighters occasionally floated across his vision, running drills no doubt. There was little else to do, after all.
In the days following the fall of the Rebellion at Yavin, there existed an anti-climactic lull in the galaxy. There was work to be done, yes, but the urgency that fueled the Empire’s actions for nearly a decade was now nothing more than galactic maintenance and the occasional rounding up of rebel deserters.
It was a time of peace, he supposed.
So then why do I feel so…unsatisfied?
“…Sir?”
Tarkin turned his head, arching an eyebrow at the general whom he assumed had already left him.
“That will be all, general.”
Veers did not move. He stood at attention, his officer’s cap tucked beneath his arm, chin up and jaw set. Always the iron-willed soldier, the general showed only the slightest hint of apprehension with a quick rise and fall of his Adam’s apple.
“Sir, if you have nothing pressing at the moment, might I suggest you take some leave yourself.”
Tarkin turned fully to the general, hands tucked behind his back and eyes narrowed. “I do not need leave time, general. Whether in peace or in war I am still the Grand Moff of the Empire and one does not take holiday with such a title.”
“With all do respect, sir, that is precisely the title that should earn a person a rather decent holiday.” Veers arched an audacious eyebrow. “We have won, sir. Our enemies have been crushed. We-”
Tarkin waved a dismissive hand and turned back to the viewport. “Thank you for your concern, general.”
“Yes, sir,” Veers replied.
Tarkin watched the reflection of the general in the glass. Giving a curt bow, Veers turned heel and strode towards the door. He paused in the doorway before turning back a final time. “If you change your mind, I will be in Hanger Bay Nine.” then as an afterthought he added, “and wear something you do not mind getting bloody.”
By the time Tarkin turned to face the general, Veers was gone.
—–
Hangar Bay Nine was better known as a TIE Fighter graveyard where engineers stored, scrapped and repurposed the broken machines. The manner in which the vehicles were laid out resembled some sort of death-defying obstacle course. Fractured wings served as ramps, pods were hollowed out and filled with nests of frayed wires, and slabs of metal scraps were welded together like rungs on a ladder or bouldering footholds.
Tarkin arrived in the hangar wearing a simple black shirt tucked into a pair of deep green cargo pants and a pair of his most comfortable boots, the very same he wore on his Eriadu safari trips. The boots were scuffed and worn with definitive claw and tooth marks against the thick leather.
Tarkin found Veers sitting on an old ammunition crate that looked like it had not seen the light of day since the Clone Wars. Rather than leap to his feet, the general merely glanced at the grand moff before returning to his primary focus, tightening a screw on a handheld controller. “Governor, you made it.” He said.
The greeting was so casual that Tarkin had a mind to reprimand the general, but he held his tongue. Veers was no longer in uniform, now wearing a pair of mottled khaki cargo pants and an olive green shirt that clung to his sveldt army-sculpted form.
“It seems you had little doubt I would show,” Tarkin remarked, eyeing the ammunition crate next to the general. A black felt blanket cushioned eight blasters, two pairs of sporting blasters and two pairs of heavy blasters, as well as a row of energy cartridges.
“A hope rather than an assumption,” Veers retorted, rising to his feet, though still not acknowledging the rank between them. “Thank you for coming, sir.”
The relaxed posture of the general and the casual clothes between them gave Tarkin an ease he did not expect. In all logic, even out of uniform, he vastly outranked the military man, but this event seemed to not involve rank and so Tarkin allowed himself to settle into the informal setting.
Tarkin approached the crate, gliding his fingers over the cool barrel of the long-nosed sporting blaster. He noted the energy cylinder was stouter than average model with a pair of tubes connecting the cylinder to what looked like a small exhaust port?
“These are not the standard issue nobleman’s wampa shooter. They certainly are not weapons for the weak-chinned.”
A brief smile twitched at Veers serious face. “You noticed. No, these were among the intercepted cargo bound for Saw Guerra’s remaining forces. They modified the sporting blasters to shoot twice the range without sacrificing accuracy.”
“They will overheat quickly,” Tarkin remarked, picking up the blaster and turning it over in his hand, testing the weight. He glanced up at Veers to see the general kept his face neutral, though his eyes seemed to glitter with excitement.
His words came out quick and clipped, which for “Iron Max” it was as close to giddy as the man came.
“Yes, I deduced this as well. If you note, the small exhaust port in the back will allow for, I would say, eighteen to twenty blasts rather than the five or six expected from these blasters. However, after that, they will be little more than piping hot paperweights. This is why I have provided heavy blasters as back up. Still, I am eager to give these weapons a try, as I hope you look forward to it as well.”
“I am curious,” Tarkin admitted. “And what shall we be using for target practice?” Tarkin asked, surveying the hangar for cans or bottles or…perhaps rebel pilot helmets.
“Ah,” Veers said, holding up the small blue box. “Now this…will be a bit unconventional, sir, but again I hope that you will find this to your liking.”
The general pressed the center button and a low hum filled the air.
No…not a hum, Tarkin corrected. It sounds like…buzzing.
Ten metallic insects, the size of mouse droids, rose in the air from behind a cracked TIE pod.
“Hornet droids,” Tarkin said, arching an eyebrow. Instinctively, his body calmed, every muscle stilled. It was a technique that came as naturally to him as breathing despite not having hunted on the dangerous plains of Eriadu for nearly a decade. “Are they fully operational.”
Veers slowly hooked the controller to his belt, his eyes fixed on the insects. “Of course, sir.”
Tarkin allowed himself to indulge in the slight flutter in his chest. Hornet drones were used in Stormtrooper training courses and were modeled after Blaster Hornets of his homeworld. Their sting was not deadly, but very painful. A good five or six attacks would put a stormtrooper in the infirmary for a month.
“And how many of them are there?” He said in a low tone.
“There are as many as we wish until we run out of ammunition,” Veers replied, his brown eyes seemed to study Tarkin closely. “Will this be acceptable, sir?”
Tarkin turned to look at Veers, his gray eyes scrutinizing the general.
“How did you know I would come here?”
Veers did not shy from his gaze. Unblinking he replied, “You are the master huntsman of Eriadu. A living legend of sharpshooters. If ever there was an activity to soothe the greatest blasterslinger in the Outer Rim, it would be doing what he does best.”
The hornets split off into two groups, circling the hanger and the imperials who moved along with them. The pincer attack the drones were planning put Tarkin and Veers backs together.
“How shall we proceed, general?”
“Sir, I would be honored if you gave the order instead.”
Not since the Clone Wars had someone needed military stratagem from Tarkin and exhilaration swelled in the chest of this hunter-turned-politician.
“In that case, general..
” Tarkin fired five shots in quick succession.
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop.
“…follow my lead, and try not to get stung.”
Five hornet droids fell to the ground, glowing eyes dimming, a blaster hole between her eyes.
Veers fired five shots as well, catching four targets. The fifth dove at Veers who slammed the butt of his gun into the head of the drone. It fell to the floor a sparking mess of wires.
“Yes, sir,” Veers nodded. “It will be a pleasure to see the legend in action today.” he remarked, which felt more matter-of-fact than flattery.
“You will not see a legend today, general.” Tarkin said, twirling the blaster on its trigger guard, already comfortable with the weapon in hand. “You will merely see a predator long overdue for a hunt.”
Ten more hornet droids rose in the air.
The two warriors merely smiled.

(Thank you so so much, @admfirmuspiett, for this prompt! I know Veers was itching for some buddy time with Wilhuff!)

anonymous asked:

Hi and thank you for all the writing that you do! Could i please request a scenario of Link's s/o perhaps playing with/doing his hair?

A perfect day.

The rains poured on and on outside his house, thunder droning on. Wind attacks the house with drop of rain, a rhythm hitting the house over and over again. A perfect storm.

And in his -their- bed, Link held onto the waist of his lover, his eyes still shut from exhaustion and soft hums coming from (Name). Their hands traced his scalp, played with his hair softly. This is what it was like to be petted, and it was glorious.Their fingers, twiddling with his hair, the rain outside, no where to go-

Yea. A perfect day. 

The greatest failure of the anti- Iraq war movement is that they were never anti-Iraq war.

Never.

The Iraq War was opposed not because it was immoral, not because it was illegal, not because we were lied to in order to justify it then the entire justification kept getting switched around then we were told we HAD to stay because of the new problems we caused by invading in the first place……

It was because AMERICANS were dying.

It was because a star football player died by “friendly fire” (and they later lied and stated an enemy combatant killed him).

It was because a grieving mother who son was killed in action camped outside Bush’s ranch.

But no one camped outside the Bush Ranch for the victims of Haditha. The world only paid just enough attention to Abu Gharib when the abuse became too obvious to ignore. No one cared to follow up on “Shoe Guy” - no one cared that Muntadhar al-Zaidi was tortured for that. We laughed it off.

And then people have the audacity to ask me why I fucking despise the military and this shit show of a country. Why I won’t stand for the allegiance or “support the troops” - a phrase just meaningless enough that I gotta defend myself with entire fucking essays on how YES I GET THAT military preys on poor people - I GREW UP IN THE NEIGHBORHOODS THEY PULLED FROM - but I will not congratulate you for volunteering to massacre Arabs. And I will never trust that a single American truly opposes war for the sake of ARAB lives - especially when Obama get darling treatment on this hellsite when he ramped up drone attacks that got kids SCARED OF BLUE SKIES - and a majority of Americans SUPPORT that.

BLINDSPOT THEORY!

I was reading some paperwork Nas found on Shepherd and Roman when he went to the Bahamas to get Alice Kruger’s money and I got to the following conclusions:

  • Roman traveled to the Bahamas with a fake American passport under the name of Michael Matlak on february, 2014, probably a few months after Shepherd and him realized Alice Kruger aka Remi was killed in the drone attack in Afghanistan in 2013.
  • FPO and NAS are real airports in the Bahamas 
  • Shepherd traveled to a shit ton of countries with fake passports under several fake identities and in some of them she had some important jobs in which she had access to important information. 
  • In Sudan, Shepherd worked as Minister of Interior and imagine all of the intel she had her hands on while over there. 

This is like super irrelevant but it’s really interesting when it comes to the characters’ timelines and what they were doing before Phase 1 was set in motion. 

Shiro’s PTSD

It’s what absolutely did Voltron for me. His breakdowns are so much more than ‘angry lashing out’ and punching things like how you see PTSD and panic attacks shown in other media. Shiro does have a moment where he does freak out and break stuff, but it’s only for a moment compared to the rest of his reactions. 

He freezes up in important missions, he gets scared, hears things, sees things, thinks he’s being attacked, blocks it all out and gets amnesia, but most importantly he’s being shown to relapse in a realistic way and has the support of his team. Keith doesn’t just let the drone attack him when he freezes up, he stops it and checks up on Shiro. When the castle attacks all of them, the moment they realize they have no idea where Shiro is, the first thing they do is run to find him and make sure he’s ok, and he isn’t, so they help him.

Nobody freaks out on him for ejecting Sendak off the ship, even though he had important information. Nobody gets pissed. Shiro has the full support of the team and that’s just so important. 

It’s good to see a great representation of PTSD that isn’t just someone screaming and breaking stuff.

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Throwback to September: “Angry ram takes down a drone… and its owner

I was looking for the angry ram with my fpv quadcopter, I got a bit close & he managed to hit it knocking it into a bush, luckily no harm done. When I went to retrieve the drone he followed me, I had my hands full so he got me pretty good.

Farscape whumps’ list

(referred to commander John Chricton character)

Season 1

.01: shaked into his ship; grabbed, nearly chocked and roughly banged on the floor; put to sleep and undressed; inprisoned, punched and kicked; captured and handcuffed; attacked and threatened.

.02: bothered by persistent noise; hit by a paralyzing rifle.

.03: punched; punched and kicked; punched and kicked for the third time; threatened with a knife at his throat.

.04: punched in the face and knocked out; punched again.

.05: hit and infected by a quantum singularity, which causes him visions and confusion.

.06: slightly attacked twice; kidnapped and infected with a worm, which makes him sick.

.07: none.

.08: unconscious, trapped in a real dream, cut on a hand; dislocated the left shoulder, after a fight, and reallocated by himself .

.09: needle in the eye, without pain; thrown to the ground twice, hit his head and passed out.

.10: slightly electrified; attacked by drones, without any consequence; roughly banged on the floor.

.11: attacked and punched, without consequences.

.12: banged throught the room during a turbulence, without consequences; his mind manipulated and confused.

.13: abandoned; attacked with a sword, without consequences.

.14: banged throught the room during a turbulence, without consequences; died by lethal injection and reanimated by CPR.

.15: hit by explosion, without consequences.

.16: hit by soporific bullet, put to sleep, treated as a guinea pig and imprisoned, it turns out it was somekind of virtual reality.

.17: rabbling in an abnormal red light, he’s confused and throws up for the nausea by headache, twice.

.18: possessed by a malicent virus, without permanent consequences.

.19: tortured, with a lot of pain and sweat but no blood.

.20: keeping tortured from previous episode.

.21: attacked, several times, and punched, without consequences.

.22: none.

Season 2

.01: none.

.02: imprisoned in ice, experienced slight tingling after, without consequences.

.03: hit by several small electric shocks, drugged by psilocybin mushroom, passed out, headache by hangover.

.04: punched in the face, without consequences, hallucinated, hit by a small electric shock, kicked in a very sensitive part.

.05: electrified to death, but he didn’t really die.

.06: punched, without consequences.

.07: hurt and then bitten to a hand, without consequences, punched.

.08: none.

.09: electrified and switched body.

.10: punched and nearly killed.

.11: nearly died for exposure to spacial emptiness, petrified.

.12: beheaded while he was petrified.

.13: sucked by an alien then spit out, he felt sick, cold and headache, split in three people, slapped.

.14: sedated, collapsed, hallucinations, tortured.

.15: none.

.16: prematurely aged.

.17: shaked into his ship, passed out, immobilized.

.18: stunned twice, disgusting tortured, dazed.

.19: sweating and trembling, exhausted, fell asleep.

.20: none.

.21: tortured, immobilized, hit, nose bleeding, dazed, knocked out, desperate.

.22: out of control, hallucinations, hit and knocked out, immobilized, possessed, heart broken, brain surgery.

Season 3

.01: recovering from brain surgery.

.02: shaked into space station.

.03: shaked into his ship, threatened with a rifle, attacked by a giant snake.

.04: shaked into his ship.

.05: none.

.06: attacked, without consequences, punched and passed out, cloned [plus Crais’s whumps].

.07: an alien lie detector attached to his head, involved in an bomb explosion, scrathes on his face and stabbed with a sharpel in his leg, femoral artery severed [plus Crais’s whumps].

.08: stressed, shaked into his ship [plus Crais’s whumps], almost died.

.09: hit by alien, stressed, started bleeding, almost suffocated twice.

.10: thrown to the ground, some scratches on his face [plus Crais’s whumps].

.11: almost suffocated.

.12: hit by a small electric shock.

.13: drunk and headache by hangover.

.14: hit by explosion and passed out, mental fight, heart stopped beating and reanimated by CPR [plus Crais’s whumps].

.15: worn-out, poisoned by radiation, (one of the clone) died [plus Crais’s whumps].

.16: pushed by Ka D'Argo, hit his head and ended up in a coma with an intracranial hemorrhage and fever, during his come he dreamt of being hit during explosion and broking his leg and dying, woke up and passed out.

.17: none.

.18: none.

.19: none.

.20: sprained finger, attacked, punched and kicked, almost suffocated, felt like he was stabbed in the arm, punched.

.21: hit his face on the table, thrown to the ground, many bruises on his face.

.22: still bruises on his face, dazed, hallucinations, hit and passed out.

Season 4

.01: bitten to his leg, shaving cuts.

.02: drugged, almost drown, jumped from the cliff.

.03: almost drown, hit and passed out, bond, drugged, slapped, hit, jumped from the cliff, fought into the water, slapped, passed out, almost drown.

.04: burned by the lava, attacked, without consequences.

.05: attacked and set free from neural clone.

.06: none.

.07: into a videogame, hit by a television (?), punched, passed out, punched and passed out.

.08: shot at his leg, hit at his face and passed out, nose bleeding and broken lip.

.09: been grabbed his neck and almost knocked off the cliff, attacked from behind, fell to the ground, threatened with a rifle, shooting, flashes of his death by rifle, attacked from behind, punched.

.10: visited by a doctor who painfully inserted an instrument into his nose, poisoned, sick, felt intense pain.

.11: relived past and/or unfulfilled moments, including whumps: attacked, punched, kicked, scratched, cuts.

.12: vanished.

.13: attacked, thrown on a table, flew down from a balcony.

.14: punched, paralized by sound, passed out, attacked, sick, dazed, shaky, weak, punched repeatedly.

.15: hit, pushed down the stairs, passed out, locked in hot jail, burnt his hands.

.16: none.

.17: tormented.

.18: cut on his thumb, without consequences.

.19: punched and passed out, nightmares.

.20: briefly tortured, punched and pushed to the ground, without consequences.

.21: punched, without consequences.

.22: shaked into his ship, tormented, cristalized and torn to pieces.

Season 5

.01: laying on a bed, injured; reassembled and resurrected, remembering his past, old whumps are shown, briefly tortured.

.02: dazed, bloody cut to his temple, headache, tormented, heart broken, intense pain and fell to the ground inconscious; laying on a bed, injured, in coma.

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Why do we put no value on certain innocent lives?

Are we not all human? This Pakistani girl, Nabila Rehman, stood before the U.S Congress to talk about witnessing the American drone strikes that killed her grandmother. Only 5 congressmen attended to hear what she had to say, and nothing changed. She’s come to fear clear blue skies because that’s when the U.S drones fly. That’s the definition of terror, but it doesn’t go away for these people. 90% of those killed in drone attacks are civilians because these drones target groups of people based on no real evidence, like phone signals that come from within big groups, like weddings. Weddings have been bombed to pieces in Yemen, Syria, and Pakistan, and we just sit back and call it collateral damage. Think about that for a minute, being bombed along side many relatives and friends on your fuckin’ wedding!! They sometimes drop another bomb on people coming to help the wounded in a “double tap” strike. Here’s a real life consequence of what happens when we see other lives as less valuable and assume we are the good people. We have truly become inhumane hypocrites, and have the audacity to give ourselves a pad on the back to assume by dropping bombs on other countries we are doing a good thing!