As the months raged by on Kamino, Vader received word that another clone had survived. When Vader returned to the cell of the newest clone, he repeated the similar script he gave to the other clones that had failed him.
Vader: You survived.
Starkiller38: How much time has passed?
Vader: 13 days in Isolation. Impressive.
Starkiller38: The Force gives me all I need.
Vader: From what source?
Starkiller38: The Dark side, my master.
Vader then began to raise the platform restraining the clone out of the cell and he handed him two lightsabers that were similar to the ones the successful clone carried.
Vader: Starkiller's Jedi mentor has been captured.
Starkiller38: General Rahm Kota?
Vader: Yes. When your training is complete, you will go to Cato Neimoidia and execute him.
When the clone hears it, he begins to recoil from a memory aching in his head about when the original Starkiller dueled him above Nar Shaddaa. When the flash ended, Vader took notice.
Vader: You are still haunted by visions?
Starkiller38: Yes, Master. I… sometimes smell a forest on fire, I see the General falling, I feel the ground shake as a starship crashes around me,... and I hear… a woman's voice when I try to sleep.
Vader: They ate memories of a dead man. A side effect of the cloning process and the memory flashes used to train you. They. Will. Fade.
Starkiller38: And if they don't?
Vader: Then you will be of no use to me. Starkiller's emotions made him weak. You must destroy what he created, and you must learn to hate what he loved.
As Vader explained this to him, training droids similar to Proxy appeared taking the forms of Rebel soldiers and Juno Eclipse. His shackles were removed by the Force and the clone activated his two crimson blades. As he had tuned his powers and saber techniques, Vader was impressed, but only knew it would be a true success if the Juno projection was killed.
When the training droid that projected the image of Juno spoke, the clone hesitated and started to give into his memories.
Vader: Strike her down!
Starkiller38: I… can't!
Vader: You WILL! You were created to do. MY. Bidding!
After trying to absorb Vader's orders to strike down the image of Juno, his memories won out and he deactivated the blades and holstered them to his robes.
Vader was disappointed in this clone and began to strike down the image himself. The clone was about to check on it when the visage disappeared.
Vader: Then… it is as I feared.
Starkiller38: Why is this happening to me?!
Vader: The accelerated cloning process is still… imperfect. Your predecessors had succumbed to madness within months. I had high hopes that you would be the first success, but now you must suffer the same fate, like the rest.
Starkiller38: What will you do with me?
As Vader's saber activated, a memory flash had gone off in the clone's head, just as Vader had hoped for. Vader then slowly moved to execute the clone, he was forced to block a surprise torrent of Force lightning before he saw the clone escape the facility with sabers in tow, ready to rampage his way off of Kamino.
This turn of events, for Vader, had been going as he had planned. He then put together a double bounty for the escaped clone and Juno Eclipse. The quickest response to those bounties was from the bounty hunter that Vader, although refusing to admit to himself, has considered his favorite; Boba Fett.
Boba: From the looks of this, he has a very healthy head start.
Vader: Find the woman and bring her to me. That clone will follow.
Boba: I'm gonna need a squadron or two of stormtroopers. They won't be coming back alive.
Vader: The Empire will provide whatever you believe is required.
Vader then reveals what he had done with the failed clones of Starkiller to the bounty hunter. Most have been subject to unimaginable pain until the only ability they have is short range teleportation, small burst stun lightning, and cloaking. These are equipped with wrist blasters, metallic claws embedded into their skin, and a breathing mechanism embedded in their lungs. Other failed clones were hidden among the gold-armored saber guards who were able to block the clone's force abilities. The closest successes were made into unarmed combatants that are proficient with the Force to reinforce Imperial rule on former Separatist worlds. Even fewer have only their brains preserved and used for large droid bodies that looked as if it was a droideka with a gorilla-like body. One brain that Vader had in particular which was a failed experiment of merging two types of DNA was moved to a large Mantis like droid capable of handling larger threats such as walkers, turbolaser emplacements, and even groups of Jedi. What he did with the remainder of the clone corpse parts he used for smaller and more numerous spider-like droids.
Boba Fett saw these machinations and secretly turned pale. While the bounty hunter composed himself, he accepted the use of these types of troops.
When the clone took down a couple of AT-STs with ease, he made his way to Vader's starfighter with Vader on his heels. As the Dark Lord saw his fighter take off, he knew that he was going to save Kota. He then orders the successful clone to Mustafar until ordered back. When X1 arrived in the shuttle, the two boarded and X1 gave him a few lessons on commanding a ship. This destroyer that X1 has been rewarded with was known as the Avarice.
After two years of fighting in a gladiatorial arena on Cato Neimoidia, Kota still maintains his will and taunts the Imperial at the head of Cato Neimoidia's arena. This baron ordered his Neimoidian aides to send another beast to execute the captured Jedi. Seconds later, the baron hears that Vader's TIE was coming in for a landing.
Baron: Secure the landing platform and have the Acolytes ready for any threat that comes our way!
When the bridge extended to the floating landing platform the Baron walked between the ivory formations of troopers with his best posture and eagerness to impress the dark lord. When he saw another being in his place wearing a TIE pilot uniform, he then began to draw his personal blaster, concealing it behind his back, while maintaining his look of confusion and inquisitiveness.
Baron: I… was expecting Lord Vader.
Starkiller38: The Jedi; Where is he?
Baron: No need to worry. He is alive… for the moment.
He then suspected that this individual was going to rescue his most entertaining combatant in his arena, and that was not going to happen on his watch.
Baron: What are the security codes in this sector?
The clone knew that he had no knowledge of the codes and stood ready to activate his blades. After the Baron pressed the clone for the security codes again, he drew his blaster, followed by the Stormtrooper escorts and the clone activated his crimson sabers. As blasters rang out, shots were deflected and troopers were cut down. In the firefight, the Baron had alerted Imperial troops all over the city that another force user was invading and attempting to rescue the Jedi. As the clone fought his way through the city, the Baron had an idea about replacing Kota with him.
Baron: This city lives for the sport of gladiatorial combat. General Rahm Kota is the finest combatant we have had yet. His two-year winning streak has become a fan favorite story, but also a source of dried up profits of gamblers. In my opinion, I see more potential in you as a combatant. If you fight and kill him in the arena, I will forgive your destructive warpath throughout my city.
After fighting many Imperial forces, Sith acolytes, and even taking down walkers and a couple Imperial Gunships, he made his way to the arena, and saw the familiar, yet tattered, Jedi that stood exhausted.
The baron saw the clone enter the arena from the view of his box and hoped that the clone would see reason, but as the clone stood at his side, his anger began to surface. He ordered his aides to send out his most fearsome combatant yet; the Gorog.
Back in the arena, Kota felt as though his body was screaming to relax, but when he heard a familiar voice, those mental screams began to quiet.
Kota: By the Force, I knew you were alive.
Starkiller38: I just hope that I stay that way.
As the arena doors opened, a rancor emerged and the clone thought that it was gonna be an easy fight, and only activated one of his blades. All of that changed when a hand about the same size as the rancor, dragged the creature back into the depths of the arena. The sense of ease quickly faded from the clone as he activated his second blade. Starkiller got his comlink on and began to assess the very large and monstrous threat.
Kota: Please tell me you kept the same comm channel.
Starkiller38: Loud and clear, Kota.
Kota: About time, I didn't know if I could take any more.
Starkiller38: Speaking of time and being out of it, what is this damn thing?
Kota: All I know is that it's huge.
Starkiller: I can definitely see that, but what the hell can I do?!
Kota: I'm not sure on that front.
As the clone dodges every single massive strike from the massive gorilla like beast, he then attacks the restraints and forces them to move into place. Every time he did this, the arena rocked with every smash making the excitement of the spectators blend with concern with every blow the giant delivered. After stabbing his sabers into the head of the massive beast, the restraints began to fail against the Gorog's rage. With the evacuation of the arena underway, Starkiller had no choice but to jump to the highest points in the arena due to the Gorog breaking free and destroying the structure.
Kota: Since those restraints are destroyed, we need to take that beast out of commission!
Starkiller38: Isn't this perceptive? How?!
Kota: Since this place is a hanging city, see what you can do about the supports.
Starkiller38: Blast that, the whole structure will come down!
Kota: You got any ideas?
Starkiller38: Not so much, no.
Kota: I'm going after the Baron if you need anything else.
As the Imperials tried to restrain or kill the gorog, they also had to contend with the clone slashing them apart while the gorog destroyed the supports to the city.
As the Gorog destroyed the last auxiliary support, the clone joined Kota in taking down the Imperial Moff, but the Gorog grabbed the Baron like a toy signaling to the two Force users that they had to get out of there now. As they jump out the window Kota hits a remote as they fall and the Rogue Shadow flies below them to catch the two Jedi. As he did so, Starkiller then threw his sabers to cut down the last support of the arena, sending the structure, and the massive gorog plummeting to the planet sized abyss below with the metal, transparisteel, wiring, and electrical systems stabbing into the thick flesh of the beast. When the Rogue Shadow left Cato Neimoidia, the pair began to calm down from the adrenaline rush they had as the pair brought down an entire structure in a city with no explosives, ships, or massive Force feats.
When the ISD Avarice was ordered to jump to Dantooine, the dark clone and commander meet up with X1's second in command as they covertly deploy the terror troops within the rebel forces heading to the fleet soon to arrive. Many troops have snuck aboard the rebel vessels that stopped for refueling. When Crosshair finished overseeing the infiltration, he regrouped with his Commander. As the shuttle reboarded the Avarice, Vader's plan was set in motion.
On Coruscant, the chaos is absent, but the politicians who have become sycophants to the Emperor all held verbal and documented daggers behind their backs. One of these politicians who had continuously fought for the rights of Clones was Senator Riyo Chuchi of Pantora. With her was her protégé, Omega. When Clones were almost completely phased out, the select few who remained were part of the 501st Legion, part of the Royal Guard, or served as bodies needed for the Dark Trooper project. When the attack on Kamino was brought before the Senate, Rampart had disclosed the mission that the holorecording had showed the vast hall of hovering pods. As Senator Chuchi displayed the information, she cast blame for the loss of Imperial Resources on Rampart's personal agenda.
Chuchi: Tipoca City was destroyed on your orders, Admiral! This recording was from your Venator!
Rampart: This recording shows the after effects of the battle that was won and we had to make sure that the Kaminoans never rebelled again. The Kaminoans had promised us that they would refrain from cloning a military to rival the Empire, but they have done so by taking DNA as part of their "medical treatment." Here is the evidence from one of my trooper's helmets of the supposedly cordoned off facilities.
Rampart then displayed Crosshair's view of the active cloning chambers. When a trooper sat in the pod, it was one of the clone of a trooper who died on Naboo.
Rampart: I also have with me one result of the Kaminoans' treachery. This trooper if you look upon their face has a distinct set of markings under their right eye. These are not medical scars or medical wrappings. The real Imperial trooper has died while being treated and this was the result to appease us.
The trooper rose up and revealed his face, showong the markings of the kaminoan cloning of Imperial conscripts.
Chuchi: An entire city was destroyed on your orders, Rampart! If it is wiped from the galactic maps, that would be cause for your court martial and charged with genocide!
Just as the words exit the Pantoran's lips, the central podium rose from the floor to reveal the Grand Vizier, Mas Amedda, and the Emperor himself. The Senate gradually fell quiet and Palpatine began to speak.
Palpatine: In light of the allegations made by both parties, the loss of Imperial resources will take years to replenish. The destruction of Tipoca City as depicted in the evidence provided by the Senator from Pantora, is ruled as a battle, not a slaughter of innocents. The insurrection has been dealt with, but the response to such an insurrection was unjustified destruction ordered by a rogue Imperial Agent serving his own agenda instead of the Empire. As for the evidence in the cloned conscripts, there is another dilemma present for you, Senator Chuchi. Since you are an advocate for the rights of clones, are those created to replace the dead conscripts included with the veterans of the Clone Wars, as well, or is your advocacy only through words alone?
Chuchi: This is the first time I have been made aware of any clones outside of the last war, My Emperor. Nevertheless, whether the clone is a recruit, or a veteran, I will be their voice in the Imperial Senate.
Emperor: I admire your dedication, Senator, but a new challenge has approached you. I hereby rule that any conscript who is discovered as a Kaminoan clone will no longer be able to serve in the Imperial military. If they do not seek other forms of employment outside of our military complex within 30 days, they will be culled.
Many Senators had cheered for the ruling from the Emperor, and others were silent on the matter so as to not lose their seats. Chuchi realized she had lots of work ahead of her. Omega offered to assist her and the pair began to work on the employment forms. Rampart had been arrested by the Coruscant Guard and sent to a military Tribunal due to his actions. After a few days of hard work, the tired and stressed out senator decided to head to 79's; the bar designated for clones when they were relieved of their posts for the night, or even throughout their long campaigns away from base. When the clones saw her, they knew to make sure she was served right away.
Back with the Rogue Shadow, the Starkiller clone had just picked up Kota from Malastare and was about to jump to hyperspace towards Dantooine when new memories played in his head. When he looked at his memories, he began smelling a very fungal odor, he felt the ground shake as massive footsteps ran towards him, he saw a Jedi fall from a force choke by Vader, and he heard a female voice, but this time, it wasn't Juno. The voice came from a woman with gray skin, red horns, black hair, and yellow eyes.
Kota: What did you see?
Starkiller38: I remember a planet full of fungal trees, I felt as if a rancor was chasing me, and I heard a different voice than Juno's.
Kota: Don't you remember Felucia?
Starkiller38: If that's what I'm seeing, maybe I do, but that other woman, I think I fought her.
Kota: You rescued Senator Organa from that mess of a planet.
Starkiller38: The thing is, Kota, I have never been to Felucia myself. I have memories of that planet, but I haven't ever set foot in that system.
Kota: We'll figure it out later. Anyway, we're coming up on the fleet. I'll do the talking.
Starkiller38: That's fine, General. I have to meditate, maybe I'll see if I can reach Juno.
As Starkiller sat down in what used to be the training facility, he meditated and changed out the crystals of his lightsabers. When they continued talking about Starkiller being back, Kota was updating him on the rebellion's current capability in terms of fighting Imperial Forces. Even though Kota still refused to believe it, he then heard the clone say something that triggered a memory of his own.
Starkiller38: You have no idea what I went through on Kamino.
Kota: Kamino? What city did you escape from? We can put your power to use now that you’re back, and launch a full scale…
Starkiller38: NO! I… just want… Look, I need a place to think everything through, to meditate.
Kota: To hide?!
Starkiller38: Until I find Juno.
Kota: We’re at war and you want a quiet place to think?! Wasn’t your trip before you picked me up specifically for that?! The Alliance will be destroyed, all because you had to continue… finding yourself?
Starkiller38: So now you believe that I’m a clone?
Kota: Yeah, cause you aren’t the first clone of a Jedi I met. After I lost my sight above Nar Shaddaa, I fell into a deep depression and recieved a call from an old friend, he told me about a clone he fought alongside and his exceptional skill. I found him on Dantooine and he looked almost the spitting image of his father, my old padawan.
Starkiller38: What happened to him? Resulting in the clone?
Kota: When he was injured after a battle before the clone wars, we brought him to Kamino to get him some medical attention. When the Kaminoans were finished with thim, they took some of his DNA as payment for the work they did.
Starkiller38: How did he die? I’m assuming it was on Dantooine, right?
Kota: Yes. When the Empire attacked Dantooine, my old padawan was the target. The clone I found was there along with other clones who defected. After a noble defense, he was killed by the other clone produced from his DNA and the clone that I found, had survivor’s guilt and stayed there for about 15 years before I got there and pulled him out of his funk.
The starkiller clone then reached into his pocket and gave the blind Jedi general a pen like item that he snagged from his escape, showing the jedi general how resourceful he was under stress.
Kota: An encrypted code cylinder?
Starkiller38: Everything about the schematics and cloning facilities on… Kamino.
Kota: Oh, and for the belief if you are a clone or not, I don’t think that it matters.
An explosion rings out throughout the bridge and the Jedi make theri way to the bridge, fighting Imperial forces along the way. In the ensuing Chaos, Boba fett infiltrated the ship and snuck his way through the cruiser to the bridge. He ordered different squads of troops throughout the ship to eliminate the rebels and find the Captain for Vader. When Kota encountered some Imperial troops, a lot of them were the basic stormtroopers, and other specialized troops that had no enhancements. When Kota reached the bridge, he briefly reunited with Proxy and took control of the bridge. When starkiller saw the hall that was near the bridge, Boba Fett had captured her already. All the clone and Captain could do was share a glance before Boba dragged her away to the Slave I. After Kota managed every thing from the bridge, and Starkiller fought through vader’s troops and Experiments, he tried stopping Boba fett from taking her to no avail.
Starkiller38: Kota, They’re gone. Send the order to attack Kamino or I WILL GO WITHOUT YOU!!!
Kota: Already done. We’re fixing to jump out of Hyperspace in a couple minutes. Switch channels, there’s something you need to hear.
Both had switched channels and Kota gave the clone a bit of warning.
Kota: You know that Vader is luring you back to him.
Starkiller38: Yes, I KNOW, but he won't be expecting the entire rebel fleet!
Kota: I know. Let's hope we're right. We just got out of hyperspace and are nearing Kamino.
The clone then heard some creaks and groans of metal being moved and bent only to see a huge insect-like walker about to attack the reactor of the entire ship.
Back with Kota, he knew he had to send for help if his fleet was to last against the Empire. He told Proxy to get into contact with any of the rebel leadership so he can call for aid.
Kota: Proxy, we need to get in touch with the Alliance leadership. Our fleet is falling apart.
Proxy: Patching you through to Yavin.
Proxy then changed his form to that of Princess Leia Organa and Kota began to speak.
Kota: Princess, our fleet is near Kamino and our fleet is falling apart. My apprentice is back but he's occupied with Vader's experimental troops! What reinforcements can you send?
Leia: We can send only 1 transport ship to bolster the forces on your capital ships. It may take a while for the transport to get there.
Kota: Anything you can send! We'll hold out for as long as they can!
When the transmission cut out, Starkiller had recovered the reactor and destroyed the insect walker and made his way to the main cannon.
With the Imperial defenses, there were two star destroyers blockading the planet; The Avarice and The Ambition. Each of them have sent TIE Fighters to destroy any rebels attempting to take off. When the rebels' main cannon was fired by the escaped clone, the Ambition took the lethal hit and was split in half. X1 realized that on that ship was his special Unit. X1 then fell to his rage, another ISD, the Desolate jumped out of hyperspace and reinforced the Imperial blockade.
Back with the clone, The appearance of the Desolate made Kota realize that their chances of success have significantly dropped. He made announcements to the hangar bays about sending the Y-wing bombers to attack the new destroyer. When the Imperial boarding parties attempted to go into the hangar bays, the X-wings and A-wings intercepted them and blew them into the vacuum of space.
Kota: We can't hold out much longer! Reroute all power to the forward deflector shields.
Proxy: This ship is also going to pieces. We already lost decks 8 through 12.
Starkiller38: Head to the Rogue Shadow. I don't think those planetary shields can withstand a direct hit from a cruiser.
Kota was almost dumbfounded at the idea, but figured that since their options were limited, he had to give the order he dreaded for the longest time.
Kota: Abandon ship! ABANDON SHIP!!! Are we even gonna survive?
Starkiller38: We'll see when we make it to the ground. Just get to the ship.
When the rebels got in their ships and escape pods, the Starkiller clone began moving debris out of the way of the crashing cruiser. When the cruiser broke through, the ship began to burn up due to reentry. As the cruiser continued burning up, he jumped out of the cruiser and removed all the barriers to prevent any drag in the ship's descent.
When Starkiller landed in a familiar yard-like structure in the facility he had escaped, he began searching for Juno and Vader. When he encountered multiple types of Imperial troops, he merely regarded them as nuisances and turned them upon each other in every room he entered. When it came to the war droids, he used their fire and carbonite shots against them and destroyed them using their shields as cover and a massive projectile against other Imperial forces. When he finally reunited with Kota, they saw that fighters and bombers were flying about and Starkiller used the war droid shields to take out the fighters and bomber squads. As the two continued to fight the Empire, the clone made his way towards the cloning chambers, against the behest of Kota.
Kota: You don't know what else is in there!
Starkiller38: Juno is close, General!
Kota: So is Vader, boy, just stop! Don't go in there alone!
Starkiller38: I know Vader's there, but I'm not stopping.
Kota: We need you on the front lines!
Starkiller38: I told you a hundred times that I'm going after Juno!
Kota: Damn it, Starkiller! I'm coming after you when we finish up here!
Starkiller walked through the cloning facility surrounded by suspended animation pods filled with clones of him. Throughout his walk through the chambers, he had begun hearing Juno’s voice rejecting him, Kota’s voice belittling him, and Vader’s ominous and iconic breathing sending chills throughout his spine and stoking the flames of his anger.
Starkiller38: VADER!!! COME OUT!! FACE ME, YOU COWARD!!!!
At random moments, Vader would surprise Starkiller with attacks using the Force, or using his saber. When Vader attacked with his blade, Starkiller began to press Vader on Juno. Every time he broke the clash or his grip of the Force, memories of him past, present, and future flashed in his mind, giving Vader time to hide and prepare for his next strike. When the clone exited the dark cloning room, he saw Vader atop one of the stasis pod platforms looking down at the clone who had escaped his grip, according to his plan, unbeknownst to the rest of the Empire.
Vader: I knew it was only a matter of time before you returned. Now you will surrender to me, or you will die here, where you were created.
This had further enraged the clone as he met Vader on that platform and ignited his twin sapphire blades ready to butcher the being who saw him as nothing but a weapon, an experiment, and a being with no identity. Vader had continued jumping from platform to platform releasing more unfinished clones towards the one that opposed him, but the clone continued to use them against him and keep him distracted.
Throughout the fight between the creator and his creation, Kota had managed to find the Kaminoan doctors who he tried to help 3 years ago. The kaminoans were about to display their gratitude for their rescuers, but a rain of blaster shots came in from a jetpack wearing bounty hunter, the same one Kota had fought on this planet during the Kamino uprising 3 years ago.
Boba: Now I’ve got you Jedi!
Kota: You again? You’ll never take me to Jabba alive!
Boba: Don’t have to. Your corpse is also acceptable.
When more Saber guards, Jump troopers, and Terror spider droids showed up behind him, the rebels had to steel themselves and fight for their lives. As the bounty hunter and Jedi fought, the transport entered Kamino’s atmosphere and 6 X-wings came out to blast the Imperials away.
X2: General, this is Grey Leader! We arrive just in time?
Kota: Barely, Grey Leader! Make sure that the Kaminoans are secured on your transport before you go! I gotta get to Vader.
Grey 4: Roger that, General. Grey 5, There’s 8 TIEs on your left flank!!
Grey 6: We’re gonna have to wait on that, General! Air support just came in!
Kota: Copy that, Grey 6!
Kota had chased the bounty hunter with every attack he could throw whe it was throwing the bounty hunter with the Force, dodging his flame thrower, redirecting his rockets towards the Imperial troops, and even using Mind triks on the Imperial troops to fight the bounty hunter. When Boba fled the scene, the Rebels brought the Kaminoans to their transport vessel on one of the far platforms.
When vader lured the clone to an office like room with a large transparisteel pane window, Vader had no saber ignited and faced the clone knowing that his use of Dun Moc was working wonders on him, perhaps too well.
Starkiller38: WHERE IS SHE??!!!!
Vader then stepped aside to reveal Juno Eclipse ound in the same shackles he was in when he began the penultimate test of his training. As the clone was about to embrace the blonde captain, Vader lifted her into a choke with the Force.
Vader: Bow before me, or she dies.
Vader was inching closer and closer to cracking her neck when Starkiller gave in and deactivated his blades.
Starkiller38: Wait, wait! I… will do your bidding. Just let her go.
Starkiller got on his knees and hung his head as if he was about to lose the single most important thing in his life. As Vader attemtped to control the clone once again, Juno crawled on the ground beneath the focus of both Force users and snag one of the clone’s blades.
Vader: You will find and kill General Kota. If you refuse, the woman dies. You will return to me and give yourself to the Dark side. If you resist, she dies. And when your training is complete, you will hunt down and execute the rebel leaders. If you fail, she dies!
A saber ignited and Juno began swinging at Vader, and the dark lord treated it like it was child’s play and threw her out the window with the Force, knocking her unconscious, unbeknownst to both Force users. Starkiller began to scream as he attempted to slash Vader to ribbons, but Vader prepared for it and threw him out the same window to the adjacent platform where the weather and rain had gotten worse throughout the battle. Vader leapt onto the same platform and Starkiller had begun radiating energy from the force as he began to barrage Vader with many quick dual bladed attacks. In the moments where the sabers clashed, Vader had continued using Dun Moc on the clone, stoking his fear and anger. As the fight progressed to even greater displays of the Force Kota and the rebel troops were coming up on the platform and saw the clone use the lightning from the electricity in the light poles and the storm Kota and the rebels stayed back until the dangerous displays of the Force subsided. Vader was taking a huge surge of lightning from the combined voltage of the storm, the electricity powering the poles and Starkiller’s raw potential with Force lightning. As Vader knelt in defeat with his dueling hand severed and his breathing apparatus malfunctioning, he goaded the clone to finish him.
Starkiller38: You’ve taken everything from me!
Vader: Your feelings for her are not real.
Starkiller38: They are real to me!
Kota: Wait!
Starkiller38: You want him dead as much as I do.
Kota: Yes, but not yet. Not until he’s told us the Empire’s secrets!
Starkiller38: You want to take him prisoner?
Kota: To a hidden rebel base where we can interrogate him, put him on trial for crimes against the true republic, and then we’ll execute him to show the galaxy that we don’t need to fear him any longer!
Starkiller38: If I let him live, he’ll haunt me forever.
Kota: He’s the only one who knows if Starkiller really survived. He can’t tell you if he’s dead.
The clone now had a choice to make, execute Vader for the trauma he has put him through, or let him live to serve the alliance’s purposes that had no benefit for him. The perfected clone had been hiding in an Imperial shuttle above the planet waiting for the go ahead from his master to attack the rebels and execute Kota and complete his final test. Boba Fett, meanwhile, was on and adjacent platform in a sniping position, ready to execute Kota and the clone on Vader’s orders. When Starkiller deactivated his blades and walked away, Kota began ordering his men to restrain Vader. In the midst of loading Vader onto the Rogue Shadow, the apprentice had acquired his master’s mechanical hand, and told the pilot to reboard the Avarice and set course for Dantooine after overhearing the conversation on the platform above.
When the clone saw a droid tending to Juno, he recognized it and started running to the pair.
Starkiller38: Proxy?
Proxy: Master?
Both: I thought you were dead!
Proxy: It’s quite a long story, possibly for a later time and place, but right now, I can’t revive her, she’s….
The clone then almost began regretting making all the moves he did throughout the galaxyand held the body of Juno Eclipse and began to pull her into an embrace just as the flashes had reminded him of such a moment.
Starkiller38: I should’ve stayed here.
As a tear flowed from is face and landed on Juno’s cheek, the clone began to kiss her, and when she began moving to reciprocate, the clone was almost overjoyed. When the kiss was broken, it was a surprise both of them.
Juno: We’re alive.
Starkiller38: I’ll explain my part later.
The two had shared a moment in each other’s arms before Juno had Proxy take the form of Princess Leia.
Leia: What’s your status?
Juno: We’re alive and we have captured Vader.
Kota: We also got another jedi back in the fight.
Leia: What’s your plan for moving him?
Juno: We’ll send a dozen small freighters in all directions. Even if the Empire knows we have him, they won’t know which ship to follow.
Leia: Excellent. The security detail?
Kota: We will have it covered, Your highness.
Juno: We’ll keep you informed en route to Dantooine.
Leia: Great. This will definitely be a turning point for the alliance. May the force be with you.
As Leia’s visage disappeared, Juno and Proxy were about to board the Rogue Shadow, but the clone was walking over to the restrained sith lord. Starkiller had a few words for the man/machine that took almost every bit of humanity from him in hopes to deliver the pain that his sabers could not.
Starkiller38: I let you live. You tell me that I’m just a clone, but I chose to spare you the pain you have inflicted on my predecessors. Maybe Kota is right. This might be just some ruse to make me forget who I am and make me your weapon again, but despite what you have done to me, I. Let. You. Live. You no longer have and sway over my actions or control over me.
Vader: As long as she lives, you will always be my slave to control, manipulate, and sway any way I please.
With that, Starkiller had left the dark room that housed the restrained dark lord. He then went to the cockpit where the love of his life was at the controls.
Juno: Prepare for lightspeed.
When the hyperdrives kicked in, the Rogue Shadow made is way to Dantooine, and one ship that had appeared from the debris in orbit emerged and followed them.
On Yavin, a Group of rebels had stolen an Imperial shuttle and were going after the Death Star plans, and they knew that they needed the reinforcements, so Chirrut Imwe lead the strike team due to the squadron’s belief in the Jedi as capable leaders, and Rogue Squadron’s ability to sneak into the Imperial base on Scariff As soon as their cover was blown, the rebels had fought every Imperial wave that came their way. These rebels knew that they were in for a fight.
Back on Dantooine, Kota volunteered to stay with the garrison and keep watch over Vader. Outside the prison, Crosshair activated the beacon and saw an Imperial light cruiser launch a TIE Advanced fighter and when it landed a good distance away from the rebel prison, the perfected clone climbed out and had Vader’s severed had with him. During the night, he snuck to a rendezvous point where he met another Imperial trooper, clad in all black armor with a green lens. Both of them stopped when the clone had his blaster raised. Crosshair: Show yourself.
The perfected clone then raised himself up and removed his hood.
StarkillerC: I have a gift for my master who is imprisoned here.
Crosshair: I see, thank you.
StarkillerC: Good luck trooper. Against the jedi, you’ll need it.
Crosshair: I’ll be on my guard.
As the apprentice reembarked on the TIE, he reboarded Vader’s flagship and began to search for a ship to take him to Malachor.
Boba Fett had found the clone and the captain moving Vader to the deepest and most reinforced cell in the prison. Before he can take the shot, the clone gets the sense that they were followed.
Juno: What’s wrong?
Starkiller38: Juno, get back to the ship. We’ve been followed.
Juno: I’ll pick you up after you deall with our tail.
When Boba Fett finds that his target was running, he begins to slowly hunt the jedi clone and just as he was about to find the Jedi’s thermal signature, he becomes engulfed in Force lightning to the point where the jetpack sends him on an uncontrolled flight path and knocked him into a nearby tree. As Boba recovers, he sees the figure approach him with twin sapphire blades, and just as the clone was about to deliver a lethal stab, Boba rolled out of the way and retreated back to his ship, then felt himself get lifted off the ground with a look of fear beneath his helmet and the Jedi spared the bounty hunter by throwing him back to his ship. This defeat against a Force user then burned a rule, almost literally, into his mind for any future bounties, that he will put to the forefront upon any contract he takes.
Starkiller38: Juno, I’m at the landing platforms.
Juno: Copy that, Starkiller. Vader is secure and Kota’s volunteered to guard him.
Later the following night, Crosshair began getting a holocall. This was coming from his direct superior, X1. he then found a spot away from the Prison where the beacon had been activated beneath the surface.
Crosshair: Yes, Commander?
X1: We have responded to your beacon and are ready for an assault. Did you receive the package?
Crosshair: I did, Commander. I’m going to sneak into Lord Vader’s cell and repair his hand. When he is freed and slicing his way through the rebels, block any that exit. There is also a jedi that may occupy him. As teh rebels retreat from Lord Vader, attack them, and leave the jedi for him.
X1: Excellent plan, Captain. We’ll send a company to free Lord Vader.
As Crosshair had finished repairing Vader’s hand, Vader then ordered Crosshair to inform him of what the escape plan is.
Vader: CT-9904, what is the escape plan?
Crosshair: Commander X1 is sending a company of stormtroopers to your rescue and the rebels will be flanked in the firefight.
Vader went along with the plan and remained restrained until the following day when Kota would report to Vader’s cell.The night before, after Kota was relieved of duty, he recorded a holomessage reserved for a bounty hunter friend who had joined the alliance because of Kota.
Kota: Shara, if you are seeing this I’ve left the rebellion. I need to focus on myself as a Jedi and how my life will be affected if the Empire succeeds. There is a clone I want you to fight alongside. He fought in the clone wars and has his own squadron. If you met my padawan, he is the spitting image of him, he is a clone after all, hehe. Anyway, I’m assigning you to Grey Squadron and as an advisor to the unit. May the Force be with you. Always.
Back on Coruscant, Senator Chuchi and Omega had given many clones the occupations outside the empire, but not all of them survived. Some have abandoned life within the Empire and joined the Rebellion, others were given work in service industries, manufacturing, and retail, as well as trade, and the few that couldn't be reached were culled by the Empire. Chuchi and Omega were both haunted when the cullings began. They used it to fuel the passion to fuel clone rights initiatives in the Empire. One night after a session, the two colleagues had said their goodbyes for what would be the final time unbeknownst to them.

Was having a discussion tonight over what was the last true rock power ballad (ex: Def Leppard’s ‘Hysteria’, Poison’s ‘Every Rose Has its Thorn’, etc.). This was a huge sub-genre prior to grunge making most hair metal lose its luster.
The last popular rock power ballad we could come up with was November Rain, released by GNR in ‘91 - can anyone name one that came out later?

It was a beautiful day in the fall, and though being in the middle of nowhere in Ohio isn’t exactly my ideal setting for an assignment, it could have been worse. Opening my windows, listening to music, and getting a good whiff of country air is a nice contrast to being cooped up in cities like I’m used to. The sight of brown stalks of corn populating the miles of fields along the road was welcome, as was the cool and clean smell of the air. It’s a good thing these jobs don’t involve much interaction with people. Unfortunately, some level of interaction is inevitable.
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On my way to this one, I got a speeding ticket from a cop at some little local department. Though I was, in fact, speeding, I got the feeling that he also didn’t so much like seeing a fed in his neck of the woods. The local police aren’t a fan of us, so I’ve come to learn. They tend to get suspicious of us, thinking we’re up to some top-secret mission behind their backs. I guess they would be right.
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I kept driving down the gravel road until the navigation let me know my destination was coming up on the right. Turning down the radio as I approached, I glanced toward the empty fields and the woods that met them beyond. I then turned into the long dirt driveway leading to our civilians’ house and garage.
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I rolled up and parked with my trunk facing the porch. Stepping out, I got another whiff of the fresh country air and looked at the area of operations that lay before me. I was surprised at the amount of land and space that I had at my disposal. Space is good for these jobs. Additionally, I was informed that there weren’t any neighbors close enough to worry about. I couldn’t have asked for a better setting.
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After stretching and letting out a light sigh, I decided it was time to get to work. I pulled the keychain out of my pocket and unlocked the front door. It seemed like a nice enough place. It was certainly nothing worth complaining about given the conditions of houses I’ve faced in my previous assignments. I went back outside to my massive, government-issued vehicle and opened the trunk.
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I pulled the first couple of duffel bags worth of equipment out and brought them inside. The kitchen was as good a place as any to set up. After making five or six trips of dragging heavy bags and boxes of my junk into the house, I went back outside to open the garage. Thank God we were able to catch this case early and the civilians were able to make it out in time. It also meant I got room in the garage to park this thing. All that remained in the truck was the large metallic box, but I wasn’t going to need that until later.
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I shut the trunk and pulled my vehicle into the garage, closing it on my way out. I stepped back into the house where I changed from my suit to my gear. Wearing the suit all day annoys me but I suppose the higher-ups want us to look like good, “friendly” feds to the public. The public has no idea the kind of monsters we are.
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I unpacked box after box of equipment and weapons. I loaded up my Glock 17 with its extended 30-round magazine just as I did with my standard .556 rifle. I checked the laser sights on both. All good. Next was my favorite, the.338 with the best scope you could ever ask for. It sure is nice having a virtually infinite budget. Perks of working for the US federal government I suppose. The final firearm I brought was my personal .357 magnum revolver that I kept holstered on my chest. I figure it’s never a bad idea to have one more gun, just in case. Maybe I should have brought more on this one. If things got too close, I always had my hunting knife. I sharpened it that morning before heading out.
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The next few hours consisted of me going out into the woods near the house in various places and setting up dozens of my little cameras equipped with motion sensors. They were there to give me an idea of the location of anything that got brave enough to get close to the fields that surrounded the house, I would be able to know about anything that was coming to me. I didn’t take too much caution in setting them up. Things never get interesting until nightfall.
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I returned to the house where I turned on my laptop and assured that all the cameras were connected and working. I could see every single one of them from there and would know if anything so much as moved. I then got situated on a chair by the kitchen table, where I opened the window and set up my .338 rifle to watch the fields with.
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I suppose it would be worth mentioning why I’m out here, setting up fancy equipment in the woods and loading up an arsenal of guns while I’m alone in a farmhouse that isn’t mine. Let’s back it up.
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March 1st, 2017, 3:33 am, Iowa
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Dispatch gets a call from a local farmer. He claims to be looking at a figure standing still at the edge of a treeline on his property. The description given by the farmer was that of a man of average stature and build, clothed in a loose black or grey shirt and trousers and a large-brimmed hat.
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The farmer tells dispatch that he had awoken abruptly roughly an hour earlier, unspecified as to why. He spotted the figure outside his kitchen window soon after. The figure had been standing near the edge of a row of trees. It was facing the house and hadn’t moved a muscle since the farmer noticed him. The farmer quickly retrieved his rifle and walked out onto his lawn, proceeding to brandish his firearm and tell the trespasser that this property was his and to leave immediately. The farmer, seeing that the man remained unthreatened by his warning and display of a firearm, retreaded back into his home to retrieve his phone and call 9-1-1 as he continued to watch the figure from his porch.
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During this call, the farmer’s voice was noticeably nervous and frightened. The desperate tone and quivering speech continued to worsen as he went on explaining the situation to dispatch. Dispatch instructed the farmer to remain where he stood and not to approach the trespasser. Dispatch reassured the farmer that the police were on their way. A few quiet and uneventful minutes passed. Then, without warning, the farmer let out a horrified scream through the phone. The call was disconnected seconds later.
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The police began their over 40-minute drive to the residence. Halfway to their arrival, multiple new calls were coming to dispatch from the farmer’s neighbors. They reported seeing a large stack of smoke coming from the farmer’s home, and the closest reported seeing the house on fire.
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By the time police arrived, the house had burned to the ground. The fire department arrived shortly after but oddly enough, the fire had completely subsided. What remained was the charred crumbs of what was once a house. The firefighters that arrived on site were bewildered by how quickly the fire must have burned the house. There was no explanation they could fathom.
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The police searched the nearby fields and woods for the farmer and alleged trespasser to no avail, however, their search was quickly called back upon the findings of the firefighters in the house. The man’s charred bones were found beneath the rubble but not as they should have been. It became clear after further investigation that the man’s limbs were ripped from his body before it was incinerated at an impossible speed. 4 .308 bullet casings were found where the porch of the house used to be. The rifle was found just outside of the house, unscathed despite its proximity to such a violent fire. Forensics confirmed that the rifle had fired these casings but the bullets themselves were never found.
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This was the first, but far from the last.
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October 28th, 2017, 11:07 pm, Montana
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Dispatch gets a call from a rancher who spotted a woman in an old-fashioned black and white dress and wearing a linen cap. The rancher claimed the woman was standing amongst his cattle and not moving. The rancher expressed no panic or concern for his safety over the phone, but rather a concern for the woman in the field. The rancher also noted that his cattle kept their distance around the woman.
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An ambulance arrived at 11:29. Paramedics found no trace of the alleged woman. They walked to the entrance of the rancher’s house and discovered his door to be unlocked and open. After calling for the rancher and getting no response, they stepped inside to be greeted by the corpse of the rancher, hanging from a noose in his stairwell. The man had no history of mental illness and none of his relatives or acquaintances had any reason to believe he was suicidal. Additionally, an autopsy report concluded that both arms were broken in multiple places as well as every finger as if they had been crumpled together by a great force. He could not have tied the noose himself.
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November 29th, 2018, 2:06 am, Wisconsin
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Dispatch gets a call from another farmer. He had spotted a woman in an old black and white dress and linen cap. The woman had been standing in the long driveway from the road to his house, lit by the lamp that covered it. She stood motionless in the cold, windy, and heavily snowing weather. The farmer and his wife were later found under a collapsed wall of their crumpled house with stones placed on top. They had been placed in a seemingly orderly fashion until there was enough weight to crush their bones.
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This happens to be the first incident we have on record with photo evidence. A trail cam owned by the farmer and his wife a few acres away from the house caught a picture the night of the incident. It caught a picture of the woman exactly as the farmer had described. Black and white dress, white linen camp. It looked as though she had stepped through time from hundreds of years before and placed like a mannequin in front of the camera.
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May 30th, 2019, Minnesota
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September 3rd, 2019, Nebraska
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January 4th, 2020, South Dakota
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I could go on but the point is that these incidents have been happening more and more frequently and they aren’t stopping. We do know what they are, or at least what they’re supposed to represent to us.
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Every single one of these “people” lived in North America during the witch trials. We don’t believe they were the ones who were executed. We believe they were the ones who made the accusations, the ones who got their neighbors killed, the ones who carried out the executions and now they’re back to kill again.
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Luckily, my department picked up on these patterns early on and designated a team to deal with them. There are a few hundred of us. I am in the dark about what everyone does exactly. I haven’t met many but I do know that some find potential incidents, some investigate, some deal with the cover-up and handling the publicity, and then, of course, there are the ones you send in to eradicate the problem. That’s where I come in.
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I am here to hunt them down, to put them back in their graves so it would seem. Sometimes I get here before they’ve claimed a victim, sometimes after. But their reign of terror comes to an end with me. They’ve never gotten away from me, and I have never failed an assignment. I didn’t plan on this night being any different.
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A beep sounded from my laptop screen as an outline from one of the cameras lit up, indicating that the motion sensor detected movement. It had been quiet since I set it up, there was not even the slightest sign of wildlife. No deer, no squirrels, nothing. I leaned forward and intently examined the camera that had been triggered. There was nothing to see. Another sensor triggered. Again, the camera showed nothing. My eyes darted from camera to camera, looking for motion. Another camera triggered, though all that I caught sight of was a shaking tree branch. There was no wind today. Another. This time I saw it. A dog-looking figure darted across the camera in only a few frames, but I knew it was no dog.
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I turned my attention from the cameras to the field in front of me, where the movement had come from. I got behind my rifle and looked down the scope to the treeline in the distance. My heart began to pound in my chest at an intense tempo.
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I could feel the adrenaline kicking in while I scanned the edge of the field for movement. All that greeted me was the orange glint of the setting sun on the treeline and the tiny shadows of the little stumps of corn stalks in the otherwise empty field. It was silent. Not even a wind accompanied me this evening, though I can’t complain. It’s better for shooting.
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For a few minutes, I continued to run my scope along the treeline, occasionally getting a peek with my own eyes. It was during one of these peeks when I noticed a color out of place, in between a couple of trees on the other side of the field—some sort of black-and-white spec that was there not a second before. I lowered my head down, back behind the scope, and centered it. As I steadied the scope, a man-like figure standing at the edge of the field came into focus.
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It wore black, tattered rags of clothing that hung loosely on its rigid frame. It stood still, stiff as a board. Its eyes were fixed on something ahead of it. It took me a moment to realize it was focused on me. It didn’t move a muscle, not even blinking as it stared.
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I came to my senses and prepared to do my job. I flipped the safety off of my rifle and centered my crosshairs on its chest. I began to breathe deeply, my finger on the trigger, ready to pull but I didn’t take the shot, not yet. I saw it start to move.
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Even with the distance between us, my scope made the picture of this figure clear as day. The movement came from only one part of its body; its mouth. First, its crusty lips detached from one another and the mouth began to open. Steadily, it opened more, and more all the while the rest of its body and head remained fixed. Its jaw sank to what should have been all the more it could, but it didn’t stop. It fell further, dipping down below its chest, its skin like a stretched rubber band waiting to snap, though it didn’t, it kept stretching.
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Still stiff as a board, the man-like thing remained with its eyes locked on me while its mouth sat open, impossibly wide. It stood still with its hanging jaw for a moment, a moment I shouldn’t have given it. Now I knew I had my target. I began to apply pressure to the trigger before I was stopped, shaken by a force.
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A scream, like a choir of souls in despair being dragged off to hell, with the power of a thousand horns sounding the start of a medieval battle rung through the fields. Its volume caused flocks of birds in the nearby trees to fly away in a panic, its bass shuddered through my chest and left me too hypnotized to pull the trigger. I’ll never get used to hearing one of them scream.
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“Here we go”
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I muttered to myself, the only thought I could conjure from my brain at the moment.
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Closing its mouth, it leaped forward and reached for the ground in front of it with its hands fixed like claws. As soon as they met the ground, the feet followed and planted themselves quickly so that it could boost itself forward once again. It had begun its terrible charge. All the while, its face remained fixed on me, rotting teeth exposed and clenched in rage. The speed at which it rushed across the empty field would make a deer running for its life look lazy in comparison, but I was the prey here.
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Though my heart began to race at the sight of this abomination barreling toward me, this anomaly of hatred and hunger bound to flesh, I remained calm. I began to steady my breathing, taking control of each breath, in and out.
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Inhale. Exhale.
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Inhale. Exhale.
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Inhale. Exhale.
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Squeeze.
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The crack of the shot rang out through the dimming sky and the field before me, my response to its enraged scream. I remained fixed on the target, observing the spatter of blood as it shot from its back. It began to scream again, this time rapidly and desperate in tone. I quickly moved the bolt and chambered the next round, accompanied by the soft ring of the brass bouncing on the floorboards under my chair.
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Although I managed to land a clean shot to the chest, it didn’t do much. It kept running, keeping on at its same speed. Though now it changed its direction and was running adjacent to my position in the house. It was trying to flank me. It wanted to find a way around my line of sight. I couldn’t let it.
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Again, I took control of my breathing. Slowly, I drifted my rifle on the bipod until the creature came back into view. Its limbs pounded at the ground with speed and power as it propelled itself across the field. I’ll never get used to seeing one run either.
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Starting behind it, I continued to move the scope, just fast enough to begin gaining on him, just fast enough to let the crosshairs catch up. Inhale. Exhale. The crosshairs slowly began to overtake it. Inhale. Exhale. Squeeze.
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I chambered the next round quickly. This shot brought him to the ground, but it didn’t keep him there. After a short tumble, it rose and began to run again, this time back towards the woods it came from. Inhale. Exhale. Squeeze.
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The third shot grazed its back. Frustrated, I chambered another round and took aim, but it was far too late. Before I could even begin to line up my fourth shot, it had taken one final leap from the field back into the treeline it came from.
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I let out a sigh and hung my head in disappointment. I knew what I had to do next but I sure as hell didn’t want to. The last flickers of sunlight shone through the open window and lit my .338 rifle as I reloaded the magazine. I sat and stared blankly at the screen in front of me, hoping a camera would pick up some sort of movement that could clue me into wherever it ran off to. Knowing my luck, I shouldn’t have expected it to.
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After coming to terms with reality, I stood up and grabbed my .556, slinging it around my body and letting it hang in front of me. I aimed it down, looking through its sight and testing its laser again before checking the chamber. Good to go. Next, I adjusted the night vision set to my head before picking up my .338 and heading for the door. As I stepped outside, I let out another sigh, this one of stress. Hunting these things at night, on their own turf is never as fun, nor as easy as finishing them quickly from a distance but what choice did I have? I just wanted to get it over with.
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I flipped down my goggles and switched them on, illuminating the dark field in green and white. I began my long walk across. It took me longer than expected. The speed of that monstrosity caused me to underestimate the size of the field. Each step I took was slow and quiet. I didn’t want the crunch of my feet meeting the dirt and remnants of corn stalks to disturb my hearing. If that thing made a noise, I needed to hear it. If only I could have quieted my incessant heavy, nervous breathing too.
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I was not even halfway to the treeline when I reached the first pool of blood, where I had shot it for the second time, and it decided to retreat. Bits of flesh were scattered about the ground, but I didn’t care to stop and look. Instead, I focussed on the blood I could see that led back into the woods.
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Any experienced hunter has had to track a deer or two. It can be very frustrating. The trail isn’t always so clear, and you never know how far it has gotten. In my case, I knew this thing was still alive, and it was angry.
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I continued my walk, splitting my attention between the blood trail on the ground and the treeline in front of me, scanning for movement and listening. If I was lucky enough, it would have gotten bold and tried to take me down in the field. Unfortunately, I’m not so lucky. Silently, I followed the trail until it met the woods. I stopped walking and calmed myself.
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I didn’t want to go past those damn trees, but there was no avoiding it. I had a job to do. I extended the bipod of my .338 and lowered it to the ground before raising the stock of my other rifle to my shoulder. I took a deep breath and resumed my walk, now even slower and more cautious. At least now my heavy breathing would be drowned out by the sound of snapping twigs beneath my feet.
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Immediately upon entering the woods, I spotted the next sight of blood. It came from a tree branch, its leaves covered in the dripping crimson liquid. I walked up to observe, only to notice more blood on the branch above that one. And the next. I noticed the pattern and followed each branch up, one by one, each with its leaves covered in blood. Suddenly a mass moved on top of the tree next to the one I was looking up at.
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I swung my rifle up, pointing above me at the top of the trees. The mass turned and into view came two glowing eyes, like white lights in my night vision. It opened its mouth again to let out another deafening scream but I raised my rifle and took aim. Its scream was cut short by a bang from my barrel and the thud of the rounds meeting flesh. I was only able to squeeze half a dozen rounds off before it leaped away, to the tops of the neighboring trees.
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I kept shooting as it jumped from one tree to another, though within seconds it was out of my line of sight. I charged through the woods after it and watched it leap impossible distances, shaking trees so hard I thought some might snap. All the while I kept trying and failing, to line up a clean shot. The ones I did manage to squeeze off were either misses or ineffective.
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Even at the full-on sprint that I managed to sustain for a good few minutes, I was barely able to keep up. I almost abandoned the chase entirely before I saw an opportunity. There was a clearing ahead. A trail. The distance across was far too wide for it to jump. It took a sharp right once it realized this and began jumping from tree to tree along the trail. I rushed into the opening before kneeling to line up a shot. I followed it with my sights, tracking the timing of each leap, and letting t it land and leap once more before it settled on a new tree. I shot off two more rounds as it braced to leap again.
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They were perfectly placed and its body tumbled in the air and crashed violently to the ground. Having lined up my sight, I squeezed the trigger again to hear the absence of a gunshot, replaced by the click of the firing pin in the empty chamber. I screamed curses at myself as I quickly exchanged magazines. By the time I looked up, the body was already gone.
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I got to my feet and continued down the trail at a jog-like pace with my rifle at the ready. I was beginning to get frustrated more than anything. I’ve put dozens of these things in the ground before, I didn’t understand why was I having such a hard time with this one. As I approached a curve in the trail, I slowed my pace and brought the stock of my rifle back to my shoulder. I approached the curve from the outside of the trail, trying to get a clear view of what was beyond when my head violently snapped to the left.
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My vision went suddenly dark and it took me a few moments to realize that I wasn't dead, nor was I unconscious. Something hit my night vision goggles and knocked them clear off of my head, breaking the mount they sat on. My eyes were only beginning to adapt to the dark when another object came flying towards my head, narrowly missing as it whistled forcefully past my ear. It was a rock, around the size of a football. I couldn’t help but glance behind me in astonishment at the object that had nearly decapitated me before turning my attention back to what threw it.
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Sure enough, there it was. Standing behind the trees at the corner of the path. I let my anger take control and began to fire rapidly at its torso. My disregard for accuracy hardly mattered at this range. Regrettably, it meant I was now closer than I would have liked and it began to charge. I landed shot after shot. Blood spurted from its back and painted the tree branches and leaves that it passed as it barreled toward me.
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Again, my magazine went empty. Instead of bothering to reload a new one, I quickly drew my Glock and continued my rapid fire on the beast. It broke into the clearing and fell to all fours before it leaped forward and ran as it had done in the field. It closed the distance between us in seconds.
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A hand clenched around my throat and I was lifted off of the ground like a feather. It kept running, past the edge of the clearing and carrying me into the woods. I continued to pepper it at point-blank range with my pistol. Between shots, I could hear its hysterical laughter directed at my futile efforts. Its face smiled with a look of sadistic insanity.
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I continued shooting until my magazine went dry and I was stuck with an empty gun. With nothing else I could do, I began to beat its face with the empty pistol. This seemed to piss it off. It violently threw me through the air. I felt my body snap dozens of branches before I met the ground and rolled uncontrollably.
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Recovering quickly, I grasped the rifle still slung around me and replaced the empty magazine with a new one. It was mere feet away from me when I started to fire. I got a few shots off before it grabbed my arm. This time I whipped the barrel of my rifle up, clubbing it hard across the face. It let out a short, irritated scream. I thrust my barrel at the top of its head, knocking it back as it emitted another angry grunt. It reached up with its left arm and tried to grab the barrel before half of its fingers were blown off by my next shot. It recoiled its arm in pain before swinging it back at me.
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Upon contact, my rifle flew out of my hands and the sling came undone from my body as it was thrown far into the woods behind me. I attempted to retreat before he grabbed me with his right hand, and what remained of his left around my neck. Again, I was picked up and it carried me, this time only a short distance to a tree. My back cracked as I was slammed into the bark.
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It looked up at me and smiled again.
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“We killed our sinners, we brought justice to our land. We brought justice for God”
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I ignored its foul speech, lifting an arm and hooking it across the face with a firm punch. It had no effect.
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“You are all sinners, and you will die for your sins as they did”
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Again, I struggled and pummeled its face with everything I could muster but it still did nothing.
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“Now go and burn in the lake of fire”
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It shouted, before laughing with a dozen sadistic voices all coming from its mouth.
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It opened its mouth and its jaw was once again stretched to what should be an impossible level. It lowered me until I was level with it. It moved its open mouth toward my head, shaking with rage. Its teeth now inches from my face. Its breath, foul. With my left arm, I drew my knife, slashing it across the chest before plunging it into its neck. I hooked a punch with my right arm that finally caused it to stumble. It wound up its own punch and let it loose. I narrowly escaped, ducking out of the way before its fist met the tree and went right through, splitting it in half before the wood tumbled to the ground.
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I took this opportunity to draw my .357. He recovered from its punch and faced me, pulling the knife from its neck and letting blood spurt and gush. It stared me down as it slowly approached, ready to deliver its finishing blow.
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Its head was shaking now, harder than ever in anger, its mouth hung open to half its capacity where it showed its rows of rotting human teeth. I raised my revolver and attempted to steady my sights but I was too shaky. I quickly collected myself. Inhale. Exhale. The front sight became level with the rear. Squeeze.
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The recoil caused the gun to rise enough for me to get a look at the damage. I clipped its mouth, in the corner of its jaw. It hung open, with one side detached completely. It wailed in pain as it gargled its blood and crumbled to the ground. I aimed again, cocking the hammer. Squeeze. With the second round, I detached its jaw completely.
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“Let’s see you bite me now, fucker”
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I painfully muttered with anger. It dropped my knife and was now laying flat on its back, breathing heavily. I approached, cocking the revolver again as I did. It reached out with its mangled hand but I kicked it away before placing my barrel to its skull. Squeeze. And then silence.
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After dragging the body back to the field, I spent the next few hours retrieving my lost and damaged equipment, as well as tediously finding every one of my cameras. I then retrieved my vehicle and drove it to the edge of the field. There was just one more thing to do.
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I opened my trunk and pulled out the metallic box. I don’t understand why they make these things so goddamn heavy. I opened it and placed the corpse inside before securing the extremely heavy-duty lock. Next was the hole. It wasn’t easy digging after I had been roughed up and tossed around by an undead religious maniac with superhuman strength, but at least this was the last thing I had to do.
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I finished digging the hole, placed the metal casket inside, and covered it up. From there, I collected my equipment, packed it up, and took off. Supposedly there’s a cleanup crew that comes in after we’re done with these missions and destroys any bizarre evidence.
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I suspect they take the body as well. Where do they take it? What do they do with it? I have no clue but I’ve been strictly reminded to not ask questions on the matter and to just stick to doing my job. Still, I always find myself wondering.
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What I have even more questions about is why these things exist in the first place. What the hell is going on? Why them? Why now? Has this been going on for longer than I know? Am I being lied to? What happens next, in the future, if this keeps going on? It’s only been getting worse. They’ve only been popping up more and more frequently. When does it end? Does it end?
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I have more questions than I do answers but what I can tell you is that this problem isn’t going away anytime soon. It’s only going to get worse. There are only going to be more of them, not less. The death toll will only continue to rise. People are going to find out sooner or later. It might as well be now. Maybe we will stop them. Maybe this will all come to an end one day, or maybe we are the ones who are all going to meet our end. Either way, I’ll be there to see it.

Welcome new readers. Please start with chapter one https://www.reddit.com/HFY/comments/11ai7iv/last_of_the_defenders_ch_01/
Previously https://www.reddit.com/HFY/comments/11xv7ss/last_of_the_defenders_ch_28/
Allah settled into a corner of the room, resting against a wall at a crouch. Li pulled out a sheet of shiny black cloth from her pocket, flapping it to unfurl the short, shawl length thing. She set it on the desk and the cloth lit up--a duplicate of the interface she had used in Star dancer’s CNC--to form a keyboard. The human danced her fingers over the glowing surface, lists and glyphs changing, growing, being replaced by new symbols.
Several times the lights flickered ominously. Once they went out completely for a span of seven times seven times three and six heartbeats, the room suffused by the glow of the sticks, the monitor and Li’s keyboard cloth.
Allah lowered her head in thought. Why would the other defenders abandon them? Abandon Li? She had said, before, that “the tempo of the war had changed” when the bullies attacked…dirt? The bullies seemed to attack anything. What was so special about this particular dirt?
It had to have been important. Irreplaceable even. Allah suspected the war must not be going as well as Li’s performance last night had appeared.
She wanted to ask but more importantly she did not want to interrupt. Li remained focused on the screen and her keyboard until Allah had lost all track of time. It was only after the human stood, stretched and yawned that Li took notice of the U’knock.
“What’re you doing?” she asked.
“Waiting,” Allah said simply. And what else could she do? She had barely managed to make broth, and that with help. Allah had considered returning to the mess hall to clean the dishes and dispose of the trash left from their meal but…she did not trust the hole in the wall to provide enough water to clean them, nor did she know where to find a well, wash rags, or the refuse heap. Was the outpost like Star dancer? She did not remember seeing a bucket in the walls to whoosh away such work.
“That won’t do,” Li chastised, turning to stride out the door. The lights flickered again and Li returned to the desk, grabbing her glowing stick.
“Demeter?” Li called as Allah rose from her crouch and picked up her own stick to follow, “Do you have any V-REHs in storage?”
“T-t-t-t-t-this facility hhhhhhhhas a fully stoc-c-c-cked classroom,” the machine replied. Whatever Li had been focused on, heeling Demeter speak was not an apparent priority.
“Show me,” Li ordered.
"P-p-please follow the indicated-d-d-d-d-d-” Demeter hiccuped, clicked and was silent. A blue light flickered on and off on the floor. Li followed.
They reached the great hall again, and Allah was almost surprised to hear the sound of robots still busy tearing apart other machines. More, in place of the planters there now sat the squat carts from the holoimage at the quorum. Tanks, Li had called them. They were bare, skeletal husks now, but the treads and wheels were in place. Three humanoid robots were pushing a large many tubed box into the machine's center.
“How many of these will we need to make?” Allah asked as she passed another husk of metal.
“We’ll keep producing until the siege ends,” Li answered, “but I’d like to have at least one thousand per continent. And at least a hundred mass drivers for orbital bombardment deterrence.”
“Those are the larger ones,” Allah guessed, “the wide ones that will crush Umati’clam’s buildings?
Li nodded. “The same,” she pointed up. In the dim scattered light Allah could see the open center of the spire was no longer so open. Highlighted by the glow of sparks were the skeletons of metal birds. She could not be certain but these forms looked larger than the arrows that had assaulted the bully vessel. “But those bad boys,” Li continued, “will be able to take the fight to em.
“Nachtkrapp class assault fighters,” Li explained. The flickering blue light led them out of the garage and down another door filled corridor. “With quad mounted rail guns and hardpoints that can load up to four Hawking/Golubev B-903 ship killer missiles.
“Buster missiles,” Allah said uncertainly. Li nodded. “These birds--these Nachtkrapps--are much larger than the arrows from before. Why did Demeter not use such weapons last night?”
Li stopped in the dark hallway, turning to reappraise her friend. “You catch on quick,” the human complimented Allah. She turned, resuming their journey. “Two reasons. First, Nachtkrapp designs are only about thirty years old so Demeter didn’t know how to make them before we uploaded thermopylae. They’re not bleeding edge tech but they’re proven and tough. The assault drones you saw last night are in-atmosphere interceptors. Not much bigger than busters themselves.”
“You said there were two reasons,” Allah pressed as she was led into another room filled with tables. These were much smaller than the mess hall benches, a single chair and monitor for each. They were arranged in a circle around the room, facing inward. Li strode to a closet in the corner.
“Gravity weapons have a…life cycle. They need to either be used within a couple years or recycled. Buster missiles are expensive to maintain. So there was no foreseeable reason for Demeter to waste resources on making and maintaining a fleet of drones that could carry them.”
“Until now,” Allah concluded. “But I still do not understand. Why did the bullies come here? We have nothing of value to offer.”
Li stopped digging through the closet, returning to the ring of tables. She set three helmets on one of the tiny tables, then glanced around the room. She walked to another closet, retrieving a pitcher and a plate. Allah watched as Li set the plate in the center of the room, took the pitcher to a waist high box and pressed a button. Water spouted from the top of the box and Li used it to fill the pitcher.
She returned to the center of the room, tapping a button on the edge of the plate with her foot. Allah could feel the air begin to hum.
“Here,” Li handed the pitcher of water next to Allah. “Pour this over the Vibro plate. Don’t worry; it won’t spill as long as the plate is on."
Allah did as instructed, and the water began to shimmer. It hovered three paw’s spans above the surface of the strange plate. Allah bent, sniffing at the floating pool.
“Now,” while Allah had been pouring the water, Li had made a tiny toy out of paper. It was pointed like her ship, but not. It looked like some strange raft, “place this under the water with the flat side pointed up.”
As Allah moved her paw under the water, she felt a force shaking her. She drew her paw away.
“It won’t hurt you,” Li promised. "We used to do this in primary school. It’s a science experiment. For children.”
Cautiously, Allah crouched and slid her paw under the floating water.
“Make sure the boat touches the water before you take your hand away.”
Allah did so and the boat floated upside down on the water.
"This is using vibrational force to counteract gravity. It is not true anti-gravity but it lets you see what I’m trying to describe next."
“It floats upside down though,” Allah pointed to the toy boat as it bobbed on the underside of the pool, upside down. “It defies the gravity."
“Not entirely,” Li answered, “this is more a case of bending the rules."
“What,” Allah asked, “is gravity?”
“It's a fundamental force of physics,” Li explained, holding up a hand at Allah’s question. “We’ll get to physics another time. Every object, including you and me, has gravity. It allows objects to pull one another closer together. It’s what holds you to the ground and,” she dug into a pocket, pulling a round coin shaped object free. She dropped the coin onto the ground, “what causes objects to fall to the ground when released."
“It is not magic then,” Allah gestured to the boat.
“Depending on your level of technological achievement,” Li shrugged, “that's debatable. The point is that normal gravity pulls objects together. The larger the object, the greater that pull. Generally speaking, I’m not getting into mass today.
“But,” she continued, “let us suppose you had a way to harness gravity, “ she bent and manipulated a dial on the plate. “If you could force the gravity of a giant object into a single point,” the pool of water began to shift and change, the upside down boat rocking violently in the sudden storm. Slowly, as Li pressed other buttons and turned dials, the tone of the plate changed, and the pool of water with it. It began to swirl, becoming a tiny typhoon. “Something that is creating a strong gravity well--like this planet--you could “dip” from that well using a special bucket,” the boat was now spinning rapidly faster up the inside of the typhoon, “and take some of that gravity to use for your own means.
“This is how we first learned to control gravity,” Li finished as the boat flew up from the top of the typhoon. “Large objects create it, and we exploit it. It's how we created the slingshot drive. We could use gravity because its pull is infinite, and reaches beyond all the known universe.
“But if it reaches so far,” Allah asked, “why do not all objects pull themselves together?”
“They may,” Li answered, “eventually,” she waved a hand in defeat. “The tech heads would be able to explain this much better than I can. But,” she handed Allah the paper boat, “the important thing is to understand that gravity pulls everything together by its nature, and the closer you are to a large object, the more powerful its effect becomes.
“Now,” she set the pitcher under the typhoon and tapped another button with her foot. The water--most of it--sloshed inside. “This is where things get a little weird. When we first created sling drives we used gravitational pull and massive amounts of power to pull us to neighboring stars, and from there to other stars, and others. But as my species learned more about gravity, we realized we could…” She trailed off. “I am not a gravity mechanic, and we start getting into infinite universe theory, supersymmetry, string theory and you’re barely ready for quantum mechanics,” the human shrugged, “but it was explained to me when I was…younger that it is like reversing the polarity of a magnet. To create an anti-gravitational well inside of an existing gravity well.”
“What is a magnet?” Allah asked.
“Another force of attraction, like gravity, only stronger than gravity, but with much shorter range. But magnets can both pull and repel. So can gravity…Once you learn how.
“And that is part of why the,” Li grinned again. Allah was getting used to the expression, “Bullies attacked here. Your planet has an easily exploitable gravity well and all the resources they could ever want. Well, most. And the swarmers are what my people call a ‘competitive species’. They don’t seek cooperation and destroy any sapient species they find to avoid the chance of competition later.
“That's the main reason why they attacked your planet. Its what’s called the Smorgasbord Doctrine. Once a species learns to control gravity, it becomes more energy and time efficient to use that control to harvest larger astral bodies than to chase down multiple smaller ones. They could have parked over or in one of your gas giants like Star dancer is now and gotten most of the same minerals, water and materials but…there is a third reason. They came here for something ‘special’.”
“What?” Allah asked. What could her planet still have to offer that the bullies could possibly prize?
Li looked at Allah appraisingly, “Complex proteins and carbohydrates remain energy intensive to synthesize or store for long periods of time.”
Allah’s face remained blank as the tiny star behind her ear translated the strange words into U’knock. “Meat and plant matter,” it said.
Li put it more plainly still.
“They came here to harvest you…”

2181 – 09:17, Wednesday, January 17th –Agora of the Asari People- Serrice City - Thessia – Parnithia System
"It's done," said Nari in a faint croaking voice as she took a few shaky steps back from her magnum opus – a mural that depicted horror yet hope in the image.
"Easy there Nari," said Sam'nelea gently as she caught the exhausted artist in her arms. Mayises and Miretse rushed up and helped Sam'nelea carry Nari to a chair, giving her a bottle of energy drink so the exhausted artist could at least rehydrate.
"So it is finished Colonel T'goos?," asked Matriarch Seucsha T'sola as she called from behind the barrier that shielded the work from viewing.
"Yes Matriarch. Please, come and see Nari's masterpiece," replied Sam'nelea as she held Nari's head so that the shattered artist could drink.
Mayises was holding the bottle for Nari who swallowed greedily at the nourishing refreshing liquid. She had worked almost 18 hours a day on the mural, only stopping to rest when Sam'nelea forced her to. Even then it was barely enough yet Nari found an inner strength that Sam'nelea and her commandos could but only admire at the artists determination to complete this work.
Matriarch Seucsha T'sola of Serrice had also deployed her commandos to guard Nari and her work. The Serricean matriarch had seen the images of the horror under Fortress T'reaphia and was physically sick afterwards. Nothing like this had ever been seen on Thessia… ever. Asari had a dark side, that was undisputable but this… this was pure evil.
"Dear goddess!" she gasped as she and her senior officers came around the corner and saw the mural. There was cries of shock, anger, revulsion, despair and sadness from all when they saw what Nari had painted. Nari had also carved in bright red sandstone that sat above the mural, the High Thessian pictograms for the words: NEVER FORGET!
Sam'nelea surveyed the artwork with a studious glance. She could see that Nari had been heavily influenced by human art, so very obviously in this case as Nari's mural was a homage to both Picassos "Guernica" and Munch's "The Scream" but balanced by Van Gogh's "Starry Night" for the idea that hope still existed.
Sam'nelea had seen those artworks herself on Earth and was deeply moved by them and appreciated what Nari had incorporated into her mural.
Duncan's influence was evident for those who knew the friendship between the artist and the man who lived twice. The Commando officer was aware of that he had been showing Nari the best of human art.
"What a lurid, emotive, extremely confronting work," murmured Matriarch T'sola as she stared at it awestruck. A tear of empathy had trickled down her flawless lavender cheek. "This will be a testament as long as the Agora of the People stands." Her officers nodded in assent, too moved to speak themselves. "Did you see it, Sam?" she asked quietly.
"No matriarch and I thank all the deities and the universe that I didn't. I saw some of the footage that my matriarch displayed to all of you. That was enough. Even now, the Acolytes and house troopers who were there are still undergoing mental therapy for the trauma they were exposed to."
"And your War Artist? Will she be whole again?" the matriarch inquired with compassion for Nari in her eyes.
"I believe, no… I know she will be fine. Nari is one of the strongest Asari I have met. Her mental drive and fortitude allowed her to produce this masterwork in just over ten days. She barely slept and only rested, ate and drank when I forced her too. Look, she has passed out from exhaustion," said Sam'nelea with a sad resonate tone with deep sympathy in her eyes for her new friend. "She is a true hero of the Asari People matriarch. Not one of valour and great deeds of action, but of her strength of spirit and her artistic talent. Let that be known in Serrice."
The Serricean matriarch nodded in total agreement.
"Her work will last for all time. Go home Sam. You, Nari and your commandos have done enough. I will post guards here on permanent duty. Fiahnni can send some across to be part of the guard who protect this… lesson to us all. We will invite other matriarchs to send their house troops to become a part of the detachment. I will house and feed them all. This will be a sacred duty, separate from being guards here at the Agora. This will be our privilege and duty to all the Asari people."
Matriarch Seucsha T'sola nodded once more to herself, knowing that only just over half of the republics would contribute troops to this force. The others like the Armali would prevaricate and dither, ultimately sending nothing which in all honestly, she was fine with. Less in the end for her to pay for and more glory to those that did contribute.
"As you command matriarch and thank you for all you support and aid. It is greatly appreciated." Sam'nelea gestured to her commando lieutenants and bring Nari's sleeping form with them. "I need to see my daughters and husband," she said tiredly.
Matriarch T'sola gave the Colonel at questioning look.
"I must ask Sam… what is it like being loved by a human male? I truly wish to know as I am considering my…options for a new partner."
Sam'nelea paused for a moment and thought about how to respond.
"Matriarch… I cannot answer that with any real ease in such a short space of time. All I can say is that Phillipe completes me. I met him almost twenty years ago and have never found a more loving, wonderful soul to share my life with and have daughters by. I wish Tevura's blessing upon you if you truly wish to find love with a man. It is challenging as you would understand yet… so rewarding as well once you have melded and know beyond any doubt that he is yours and you are his. I love him with every fibre of my being. We are one. Now… I should go," she said with a sigh as thoughts of her beloved husband threatened to engulf her.
"Be at peace Sam and Athame bless you," replied Matriarch T'sola with a soft smile as she considered Sam'nelea's words very carefully.
Sam'nelea, along with Dr Hethy and a few hundred others were some of the originals who bonded with humans. They were not the first but still, those individuals who in 2161, formed a coterie of Asari which became bonded to humans that year, changing Asari society forever. She vaguely recalled that one of her own junior clerical diplomats based at the Citadel bonded with a famous human male artist yet she couldn't recall their names off hand. No matter, the unions that worked were true examples of love crossing cultural and species lines. Fiahnni was right, Humanity and Asari would be one people in the end.
Seucsha signalled to her senior officers and Acolytes, that they take over from the departing T'daari forces. She also began considering her options of looking for a potential consort from the pool of humanity. The matriarch needed someone she could confide in, who would hold and love her in the dark of the night. She felt too lonely these days and taking an Acolyte to her bed had lost its allure as it was just sex for sex's sake, nothing more. Seucsha needed companionship more than ever after seeing Nari's work. The matriarch made up her mind, she would find her Siame in humanity.
Maybe a young man like the musical Maestro Matriarch Jami Sibeyr had found with her young human Siame? she considered.
Seucsha decided that she needed to speak with the Maestro to gain more insight. She concluded that a young man would last the time with her for her remaining years, they would grow old together which was a great comfort to her as the thought of outliving another bondmate would be too much for her to bare. The matriarch mused to herself that she might even have another daughter with him. They could at least try, after all Benezia T'Soni had her little Liara only a hundred or so years ago. That had been the subject of much gossip within the conclave of matriarchs.
She turned away and began humming the maestro's beautifully soaring piece to herself. "A Love Song for Humanity" which was universally recognised as one of the greatest pieces of Asari music which had been created in generations. Now she began to see why, as she reflected upon what she had observed of Fiahnni's daughters and their relationship with Duncan Larkin.
Pity he was taken, she thought to herself as she left the building to board her waiting air-transporter, he would have made an excellent bondmate and consort.
The gull wing doors of her vehicle closed and as she was whisked away into the busy sky. She sat back into the plush soft leather seats and began opening the Matchmaking site, "Blue to Hue" on her datapad.
What charmed her the most, making her laugh and dispelling the awful visions of the horror that Nari had depicted, was that a classic human song started playing as soon as the Extranet site opened up on her data pad. She knew of this song and smiled widely in approval.
Queen's "Somebody to Love" was a perfect complement for the matchmaking site.
The 894 year old matriarch now began examining the hundreds of thousands of hopeful men who had listed themselves and had been ever so carefully screened as potential bondmates to Asari by the managers of the matchmaking site.
She had time and options and she was now looking forwards to Fiahnni's daughter's fashion show.
So much fun to be had!
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2181 – Friday - January 19 – 19:30 – Lyriania's Memorial Amphitheatre – Dassus City
Lileah'sah peeked out from behind the huge gauze stage curtain, over the massive crowd that had filled the amphitheatre with pride and amazement.
"I still can't believe it," she said quietly to Duncan as they observed the full venue from the wings of the stage.
He held her in front of him, his arms wrapping over hers, around her waist and linking over her belly comfortably. She loved that. Turning her head, she laid her left cheek against his chest so as not to poke him with the tendrils of her crest. It was the only thing she thought that humans had as a minor physical advantage over Asari, they had no crest at the back of their heads that could get in the way of things.
"Believe it my love. Our terrific Tre'mete has done it. Tonight is going to make her a legend. She deserves this."
Lileah'sah turned in his arms and looked up at him with a hint of self-doubt in her eyes.
"I know. Although a part of me feels shame Duncan. I should have done this decades ago for her yet I didn't. I was a selfish, self-centred, spoilt stupid maiden, too wrapped up in her own Varen-shit to do the right thing by the one who had always loved me for who I was. Tre'mete only ever wanted me to love her. You did this for her, not me," she said with a heavy sigh and laid her head back on his chest once more.
Duncan cuddled her tenderly.
"Hey there sweetness, you have helped our crazy mad amazing seamstress and bondmate. You have been her tower of strength through this. You have been at her side all the way, helping her with the business side of things. She couldn't have done this without you. Yes I have been the catalyst that brought this into existence but you my magnificent, musical healer, you were the one who made it all happen. Tre' would have been lost without your family connections. No one would have taken her seriously if not for you going to all those meetings with her. Now she is on the cusp of her triumph and we will celebrate like never before. Look, all our family are here, all our friends too. Tre'mete has worked herself hard and I think it was a stroke of genius that she got everyone in the crew, plus our friends children to be models for her garments tonight."
"Again you are correct my dearest darling man. Their Aretḗ is going to only soar after tonight. And Chianay and Elanini… goddess… I would never have thought that my beloved cousins would be fashion models," she giggled lightly.
It had taken the trio plus Chianay and Ray a lot of diligent work to finally persuade the shy, bookish Intelligence Analyst to model some of Tre'mete's clothing tonight. Elanini would be modelling the more demure and reserved lines of garments that Tre'mete had designed, clothing suited for Asari of Elanini's demeanour. The normally quiet Asari was now abuzz with excitement and nervous energy. Ray spoke to her in her aural bud.
"Remember Ela', you are beautiful, powerful and strong. All eyes will be on you but you will see none as you will be bathed in glorious light. Consider this a simple walk in the sunshine wearing fine clothing that your cousin has made for you."
"Thank you Ray. I am glad you are with me. I couldn't have done this without you."
"You are my family Ela' and my friend and I will do anything for you," said Ray humbly and meant every word.
Elanini blew a gentle kiss to one of the security cameras, knowing that Ray was watching her like a guardian angel. Chianay hugged her younger sister in a sign of affectionate support.
The AI along with Luenthvi were the masters behind the curtain, controlling all aspects of the upcoming show. Luenthvi was in the control room supervising the sound and lighting engineers and technicians in conjunction with Ray. Both Asari and AI had planned everything down to the last detail with Tre'mete, leaving nothing to chance. She got the two minute signal.
"Alright everyone, game faces on, it's showtime!" she said in a quiet yet commanding voice.
The Asari engineers and technicians nodded and began their final prechecks of all the systems.
A few minutes earlier, Fiahnni, Aenthiah and Raquelia, the family and close friends had been the last to enter the amphitheatre. A soaring glorious composition of human music rang out as the trio of Asari gracefully made their way through the building. Fiahnni had fallen in love with Händel's "Messiah" recently and shamelessly appropriated various pieces from the opera for herself. Her people loved it.
Jonah, Lomu, Di'naka and Nyanyzia flanked the Grand Matriarch, Fiahnni and Aenthiah. All the bodyguards resplendent in gleaming ceremonial yet fully functional battle armour.
Drokk led them all.
The Battlemaster's face was a picture of serenity as he quietly basked in the triumph of his clan. Krogan were ascendant, well at least in the republic of Dassus and only his clan but details, details he thought to himself with a gleeful inner smile. It was a start he mused to himself.
A storm of applause went up for the Grand Matriarch and Fiahnni, with people rising to their seats and cheering. They all knew what had happened two weeks prior; that the T'daari had shielded the people of Dassus from harm, had struck back at their hated enemies and triumphed, liberating the republic of Ulee from tyranny and returned it back to the rule of the people, by the people for the people. These were deeds worthy of song and celebration.
Fiahnni and Raquelia waved and smiled to their people who roared back with approval.
Behind them walked Kash'shara and Tito with Mirey and Hiroko by their sides. The rest of the family followed including Chianay and Elanini's mother, Sister Shaellei T'daari as well as other lesser relatives of the clan. Behind them came the human families as well as the Duke and Duchess of Northumberland, with the senior Acolytes and staff of House T'daari bringing up the end of the procession.
There was a mild degree of puzzlement in the crowd as they wondered amongst themselves where Lileah'sah and Duncan were and why they were not walking with the first family of Dassus? The reason, only known to the immediate family, was that Duncan had insisted that the couple didn't as he wanted the family to receive the ovation, not him. Also Lileah'sah and he were to open the show with some words of welcome to the audience.
Lileah'sah, while wanting him to be cheered, understood. In many ways such public ovations actually embarrassed Duncan. He almost hated them and avoided them as much as he could. It was enough for him to have done good for no acknowledgement as he followed the teachings of Marcus Aurelias in that fashion as best he could.
"We ought to do good to others as simply as a horse runs, or a bee makes honey, or a vine bears grapes season after season without thinking of the grapes it has borne." - Marcus Aurelius, Meditations, Book Five
Lileah'sah now embraced that maxim for herself. Tre'mete was still on her journey in this regard yet Duncan and herself knew their bondmate would get there soon enough.
Everyone now settled in their seats and the murmuring of the crowd died down.
The lights dimmed down to nothing, blackness engulfing the massive space with only the safety lights running along the stairways visible.
"It's time love," whispered Duncan as he took her left hand in his right. She nodded, gave his hand a squeeze and led him out.
They followed the faint light trail out onto the stage and made their way to their mark.
The spotlights came on a few seconds later, bathing the couple in a soft warm glow rather than a harsh bright white light.
"Good eve to you all, distinguished matriarchs, Justicars, honoured guests and gentle beings and welcome one and all. Tonight you are going to witness a watershed moment in Asari society. Tre'mete Lira, my best friend, my darling lover, my bond and soul mate has been inspired to follow her dream by my other magnificent bond and soul mate, Duncan Larkin. He has given her the wings in which she now will soar with. I present to you all, the first ever collection from Saucy Secrets. Thank you."
Lileah'sah bowed her head while Duncan just nodded briefly to the applause from the audience.
The lights dimmed again as the couple left the stage and went back to the wings.
The stage had been configured to be a massive runway, twenty meters in length and four meters wide, running into the heart of the audience. Lights appeared around the edge of the stage as the main gauze curtain rose.
The raising curtain revealed a full traditional thirty three member Asari orchestra, standing ready behind their ancient traditional Gal'lungael percussion instruments and drums.
Smoke machines expelled their scented, fragrant contents into the air and tiny particles of glitter fell from the domed ceiling, creating a myriad of sparkling motes of light that dazzled the senses.
The music started.
A resoundingly massive explosive thunderclap initially startled the audience was immediately followed by an ancient time-honoured piece of Asari ageless battle music which opened the show.
The drumming and rhythmical percussion started, the Asari musicians all acting in perfect harmony as they expertly pounded out the ancient song on their traditional instruments and drums. Blue Biotic auras flared up from the Asari musicians as they merged their fields with the instruments, creating intricate resonating cascades of interweaving harmonics.
The Asari orchestra then chanted out the archaic words, lifted together in glorious song:
"We are here, We are alive, We exist, We are One!".
All Asari knew this piece as it was timeless, a musical racial memory that reached back into their mists of their distant past, passed down from mother to daughter, generation to generation, yay unto the very first Asari who could remember who she was.
It was burned into the very DNA and souls of the Asari people.
All the Asari in the amphitheatre instinctively sang at the top of their voices, joining in the ancient song unconsciously. The Asari joyously sang out loudly and passionately, feeling the moment and its significance upon them.
This was the ultimate signifier of change, of death and rebirth, the end of old things, the dying of the light and the dawn of the beginning of new ideas.
The future is always born in conflict and pain. Change is inevitable.
Tre'mete was creating a massive statement to her people, the times were indeed "a changing".
The song concluded with a finale crescendo that resonated hugely within the amphitheatre.
As soon as the piece had finished, the spectators thundered out with massive approval, standing, cheering, clapping and shouting as this had not been performed in living memory to a live audience. And not a single garment had been displayed yet.
The lights dimmed once more and the audience settled back into their seats, all abuzz now as this was not your usual fashion show. This was art.
A new, more modern composition of Asari music began, starting softly yet building up, swelling with intensity and passion.
The lights focused on the stage and out strode a supremely confident Olivia McAlpine, dressed impeccably in an amazing ensemble that shouted style, elegance, charm and suitability for a young teenage maiden Asari.
Olivia was followed by her faithful companion Zara Wattling then Eliza Percy and finally Sam'nelea's daughters Gabriella and Triana Aguilar. All the Asari teenagers beamed their dazzling smiles to the roar of approval of the crowd as they strode down the runway. Already Asari matrons in the audience and those watching live began to place orders for these clothes for their young daughters as the garments looked so lovely yet sturdy and comfortable, perfect for a growing young Asari.
The teens paraded down the runway, stepping in time to the soaring music. Each stopped at the end, striking a series of poses before sauntering back to the stage as though it was just another day walking in the park.
The music shifted into a more militaristic themed tune.
Tre'mete had asked her comrades from the Perihelion if they would model for her. All stepped forward without a moment of hesitation.
Led proudly by Captain Eshess, the elite crew marched out to the deafening hailing of the audience. New ceremonial parade uniforms for the Dassus Navy were on display and by the goddess they looked good was the consensus. Tre'mete came up with this herself as she knew that military contracts were always a big money earner. She would win it on merit, not her family connections. Tre'mete knew that her fellow commandos and Navy personnel would clamour for these new uniforms.
The crew all marched casually, with smiles all alight on their beautiful faces, waving to the cheering crowd. They looked magnificent as they filed down the runway.
As the last crew member departed the stage, new music followed the last piece.
Stepping into the light came Icilea and Heretonia, hand in hand with Pania Paewai and Emily Percy, Human and Turian together, an unmistakable symbol of the end of the enmity and the beginning of deep and enduring friendship between the species.
A huge roar of approval went up from everyone in the amphitheatre. A masterstroke of galactical political genius by Tre'mete and the T'daari family. An emblem of harmony and reconciliation which would hopefully resonate beyond Thessia.
The Turian females wore long elegant blue and silver gowns that perfectly suited their body structure and morphology while the young human women were clothed in similar Thessian Glitterwing black silk ball gowns, yet theirs were cut with plunging necklines and slit just enough on one side to reveal their shapely, long legs much to the salacious delight of all the Asari watching.
The four graceful beings made their way down the runway, gently waving and smiling to the audience who lustily cheered them on. Orders from the hundreds of thousands of Turian females who had made their home on Thessia began flowing in as well as the tens of thousands of human women watching who were also Thessian citizens, both species bonded to Asari.
Tre'mete, who was watching from the wings, saw on her data pad the stream of tens of thousands of orders per second which were flooding Saucy Secret's Extranet site.
She, Ray and Duncan had planned for this. Ray had networks of extra server farms to handle the deluge of incoming traffic. If they hadn't have done this, the whole site would have crashed leaving tens of thousands of potential customers angry and upset.
The brawny commando felt her bondmates gather her in their arms and she sighed with a blissful exhalation. This was what she had always dreamed of: her creations being something that people wanted to buy. And the love of her bondmates surrounding her was mana from the heavens.
Tre'mete had made it.
"I will always love you Tre'mete," said Duncan in her aural canal on her right side while Lileah'sah had to briefly ignite her lifting field to rise a few inches to be on the level of Tre'mete's left side aural canal.
"You will always be my heart Tre' my love," she whispered as they both embraced the muscular Asari.
Tre'mete closed her eyes and held back her tears of pure joy as she couldn't afford to have her make up ruined by streaks of tears.
"We are One," was all she could say back to them. Her bondmates lightly kissed her cheeks then laced their arms around Tre'mete's waist, the triad standing together, loving, indivisible and resolute, watching the show they had planned together over the past few weeks unfold.
The Turians and human females made their way back to the stage as the music switched into something that almost no one in the amphitheatre had ever heard before.
A driving electronic tune that had an incredible melody and kick ass back beat.
Olivia walked back out onto the runway after her and her companions had quickly changed, leading them once more, her confident radiant smile beaming for all to see. The Asari teenagers danced up the runway, skipping and twirling to this thumping surging electronica track. The audience took up the beat and started clapping in time with it. Many were inspired to stand up to dance to the music. Soon almost all in the amphitheatre were dancing.
The teens were dressed in chic and classy tunics and pants, each in a different arrangement and colour. Again, Asari mothers with young daughters nodded with approval and clicked the order button on their Omnitools and data pads. This was exactly what young Asari needed. The style was fashionable, and multi-purpose as it could be for formal occasions or everyday wear.
The music was replaced by a banging piece of electro-swing that made everyone's open eyes wide as this tune just rocked.
The Perihelion crew then sauntered out, dancing merrily to the music while the teens were still dancing out the front. Tre'mete had chosen to emulate classic human styles in the line up and had dressed her crew mates in garments that were inspired by 1920's fashions. Light silk knee length Flapper dresses with dozens of thin tassels scintillatingly shimmered and shined gloriously as the crew sashayed down the runway. Her choice of style and music massively gingered up the already excited crowd.
This wasn't art anymore, this was an EVENT!
Asari worldwide got their first taste of electro-swing music, loving the infectious melody and driving danceable beats as they watched the crew and the teens now Jive and Lindy Hop with each other on the stage. The Asari on the stage and runway used their biotics and lifted one another as they spun and twirled in time to the incredible rhythm.
The crowd went wild with cheering and tried to follow this phenomenal new style of dancing. Maidens globally and beyond into the Asari colonies, opened up Human Extranet pages, madly searching for lessons and examples on how to dance like this.
Olivia led her companions back through the dancing crew, waving to the cheers of the crowd.
Aenthiah watched her ward, her heart nearly bursting with pride. She sat with her own daughter, holding her hand, both of them totally transfixed by the sensational spectacle unfolding before them.
"Mother, she is incredible," said Lysila into Aenthiah's aural canal over the noise of the crowd and music. The Asari was most impressed with Matriarch Ruto's granddaughter and had recently heard the dramatic story of how Olivia and her two friends had defeated six commandos in hand to hand combat thanks to the training given by her mother to the teenagers.
"As are you my most precious child," responded Aenthiah with love in her eyes.
The Justicar was thrilled that Lysila had excepted her invitation to attend the show. That Lysila came at all was a minor miracle as she often avoided meeting her mother, the galactically famous Justicar, as she was completely against violence in all its forms although she did approve of Olivia's act of self-defence and understood what Aenthiah had committed herself to. She reached out and took Aenthiah's hand in hers and gently squeezed. A stone melted in the Justicar's heart as mother and daughter sat and enjoyed the amazing event together.
The lights dimmed once more and a new style of music began. A thumping base line with a loud high hat four four drum beat. The lights came back on.
Icilea, Heretonia, Emily and Pania strutted back onto the stage, this time dressed in very revealing underwear. The audience gasped them roared out their approval as they now examined what the four females were wearing. Saucy Secrets was now a legend in fashion as Tre'mete knew exactly what would suit humans and Turian females.
The four females had sultry, saucy wiggle in their hips as the seductively wandered down the runway. The crowd now heard a growly human voice begin to speak over the music as the four danced in a semi erotic fashion. The lights seemed to dim as the man continued to speak.
"There's so many things I like about you,
I just don't know where to begin,
I like the way you, look at me with those beautiful eyes,
I like the way you, act all surprised,
I like the way you, sing along,
I like the way you, always get it wrong,
I like the way you, clap your hands,
I like the way you, love to dance,
I like the way you, put your hands up in the air,
I like the way you, shake your hair,
I like the way you, like to touch,
I like the way you, stare so much,
But most of all...
Yeah.
Most of all..."
The music built to a rising crescendo, then the beat dropped and out stepped Chianay and Elanini.
I like the way you move...
[Songwriters: Christopher James Karyotakis / Dylan Burns]
The crowd went mental as the gorgeously stunning sisters strode and strutted down the stage together, the epitome of Asari beauty on glorious display. Never before had a consort deigned to be a fashion model yet this was perfection.
Once the initial sensation had passed the audience focused on what the sisters were wearing.
Mouths were covered in shock and eyes widened hilarious amazement as they could clearly see on the enormous video screens which clearly displayed what Chianay and Elanini had on.
The pair were wearing a well cut lacey silk bra that had a pair of Blue hands printed on the front of the cups, seemingly holding the breasts within.
It was the underwear though that nearly caused a riot.
Both were wearing the panties that Duncan had come up with.
Stunning high cut panties cut in a thong style, both silvery white in colour, covered in lots of little ice-cream cones with the logo printed boldly on the front in High Thessian saying,
"It's not going to lick itself!"
Pandemonium!
Laughter, incredulous screaming, raucous cheering and furious applause erupted from the crowd.
Lysila sat stunned, wide eyed while Aenthiah just smirked to herself as she knew what the crowning moment of the show would be as she had regularly melded with Duncan, both of them sharing their thoughts and experiences. She knew how his incredibly cheeky and mischievous mind worked. And she knew Tre'mete nearly wet herself laughing when he told her of this idea.
The Justicar glanced across to her left and saw her faithful Acolyte Saendi howling with laughter as were other members of the T'daari family. Raquelia was gently shaking her head but had a huge smile on her face. Fiahnni was cackling like a lunatic. Kash'shara was totally gobsmacked while Tito had fallen off his chair laughing in hysterics. Mirey and Hiroko were shrieking in convulsive giggles. The human families with their Asari partners that were now a part of the house of T'daari were howling with merriment at the audacity that Duncan and Tre'mete had gone with. Even Drokk and Fiahnni's bodyguards couldn't contain themselves. Aenthiah was heartened to see Nari and Lyessrae creased up laughing together at the ridiculously funny panties. She was especially amused to see Chianay and Elanini's mother, Sister Shaellei, guffawing loudly at the sight of her daughters wearing such lurid underwear.
The biggest joke in Asari history was an astoundingly enormous success.
Always make 'em laugh… thought Duncan as he hugged Tre'mete tightly while the trio watched from the wings.
The teenagers and crew came out, this time dressed in a combination of swimwear and casual attire, all now dancing to the ecstatic adulation of the audience who were all up and grooving away to the fantastic music being played.
The BodyRocker's song finally finished and all the models on stage turned and started to clap to welcome the true star of the show, Tre'mete.
Daft Punk's "One More Time" classic track started playing as Tre'mete, walked out leading her bondmates with her. A furious storm of applause and biotic Asari salutes resonated throughout the space.
There was no need for the audience to give a standing ovation as the entire amphitheatre were already on their feet dancing.
Tre'mete, radiant with a smile of quiet triumph, stepped forward letting go of her bondmates hands, took her bow and waved to the adulation of the crowd.
She had succeeded beyond her wildest dreams. Tre'mete turned and took her bondmates hands in hers and led them in bowing again to the audience and those watching from beyond. She could not have done this without them. Tre'mete shone with a biotic glow of pure happiness.
Saucy Secrets was a sensational stellar success.

Everything in my inventory is up for trade. The most valuable items are listed here, the rest you can find in My Inventory

Feel free to Add Me or even better send a Trade Offer. Open for any suggestions: upgrades, downgrades / knives, gloves, skins / stickers, patterns, floats.

All Buyouts are listed in cash value.

KNIVES

★ Butterfly Knife Freehand FN #1, B/O: $1867

★ Butterfly Knife Bright Water MW, B/O: $1098

★ Butterfly Knife Blue Steel BS, B/O: $907

★ Butterfly Knife Ultraviolet FT, B/O: $789

★ Butterfly Knife Stained FT, B/O: $695

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★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth MW #1, B/O: $888

★ Bayonet Gamma Doppler (Phase 4) FN, B/O: $727

★ Bayonet Doppler (Phase 2) FN, B/O: $608

★ Bayonet Doppler (Phase 1) FN, B/O: $521

★ Bayonet Rust Coat BS, B/O: $253

★ Bayonet Night FT, B/O: $251

★ StatTrak™ Bayonet Lore MW, B/O: $751

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★ Karambit Gamma Doppler (Phase 4) FN, B/O: $1343

★ Karambit Damascus Steel FT, B/O: $774

★ Karambit Rust Coat BS, B/O: $537

★ Karambit Boreal Forest FT, B/O: $488

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★ M9 Bayonet Fade FN, B/O: $1523

★ M9 Bayonet Fade FN, B/O: $1523

★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Phase 4) FN, B/O: $1008

★ M9 Bayonet Blue Steel FT, B/O: $534

★ M9 Bayonet Rust Coat BS, B/O: $449

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★ Flip Knife Fade FN, B/O: $703

★ Flip Knife Gamma Doppler (Phase 1) MW, B/O: $509

★ Flip Knife Doppler (Phase 1) FN, B/O: $406

★ Flip Knife Freehand FT, B/O: $228

★ StatTrak™ Flip Knife Bright Water FN, B/O: $332

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★ Falchion Knife Doppler (Phase 2) FN, B/O: $292

★ Falchion Knife Doppler (Phase 3) FN, B/O: $264

★ Falchion Knife Marble Fade FN, B/O: $258

★ Falchion Knife Bright Water MW, B/O: $133

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★ Stiletto Knife Fade FN, B/O: $822

★ Stiletto Knife Slaughter FN, B/O: $569

★ Stiletto Knife Doppler (Phase 1) FN, B/O: $530

★ Stiletto Knife Crimson Web FT, B/O: $396

★ StatTrak™ Stiletto Knife Scorched FT, B/O: $172

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★ Gut Knife Doppler (Sapphire) MW #1, B/O: $830

★ Gut Knife Fade FN, B/O: $204

★ Gut Knife Tiger Tooth FN, B/O: $138

★ Gut Knife Bright Water MW, B/O: $104

★ Gut Knife Freehand FT, B/O: $92

★ Gut Knife Urban Masked FT, B/O: $82

★ StatTrak™ Gut Knife Rust Coat BS, B/O: $93

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★ Shadow Daggers Fade FN, B/O: $258

★ Shadow Daggers Doppler (Phase 3) FN, B/O: $165

★ Shadow Daggers Blue Steel FT, B/O: $82

★ Shadow Daggers Bright Water FT, B/O: $82

★ Shadow Daggers Blue Steel WW, B/O: $80

★ Shadow Daggers Rust Coat BS, B/O: $74

★ StatTrak™ Shadow Daggers Marble Fade FN, B/O: $186

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★ Classic Knife Slaughter MW, B/O: $311

★ StatTrak™ Classic Knife Stained BS, B/O: $163

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★ Talon Knife Slaughter MW, B/O: $605

★ Talon Knife Scorched MW, B/O: $290

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★ Ursus Knife Marble Fade FN, B/O: $405

★ Ursus Knife Night Stripe MW, B/O: $162

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★ Paracord Knife Stained WW, B/O: $125

★ Paracord Knife Forest DDPAT FT, B/O: $97

★ Paracord Knife Safari Mesh FT, B/O: $96

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★ Navaja Knife Safari Mesh FT, B/O: $71

★ Navaja Knife Scorched WW, B/O: $71

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★ Nomad Knife Fade FN, B/O: $1015

★ Skeleton Knife, B/O: $909

★ Bowie Knife Boreal Forest MW, B/O: $106

★ Survival Knife Forest DDPAT FT, B/O: $97

GLOVES

★ Driver Gloves Crimson Weave FT, B/O: $335

★ Driver Gloves King Snake BS, B/O: $270

★ Driver Gloves Lunar Weave WW, B/O: $113

★ Driver Gloves Overtake WW, B/O: $88

★ Driver Gloves Overtake BS, B/O: $67

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★ Moto Gloves Transport MW, B/O: $171

★ Moto Gloves Polygon BS, B/O: $137

★ Moto Gloves Transport WW, B/O: $71

★ Moto Gloves 3rd Commando Company BS, B/O: $62

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★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Kimono WW, B/O: $1027

★ Specialist Gloves Tiger Strike FT, B/O: $654

★ Specialist Gloves Mogul FT, B/O: $295

★ Specialist Gloves Lt. Commander FT, B/O: $277

★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Web FT, B/O: $275

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★ Sport Gloves Slingshot FT, B/O: $796

★ Sport Gloves Amphibious BS #2, B/O: $699

★ Sport Gloves Omega FT, B/O: $656

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★ Broken Fang Gloves Unhinged BS, B/O: $60

WEAPONS

AK-47 Case Hardened BS, B/O: $130

AK-47 Bloodsport MW, B/O: $79

AK-47 Fuel Injector BS, B/O: $76

AK-47 Fuel Injector BS, B/O: $76

AK-47 Bloodsport FT, B/O: $70

AK-47 Neon Rider MW, B/O: $60

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AWP Fade FN, B/O: $864

AWP BOOM MW, B/O: $84

AWP Containment Breach FT, B/O: $69

AWP Containment Breach FT, B/O: $69

AWP Wildfire FT, B/O: $59

AWP Chromatic Aberration FN, B/O: $59

StatTrak™ AWP Hyper Beast FT, B/O: $65

StatTrak™ AWP Hyper Beast FT, B/O: $65

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Desert Eagle Blaze FN, B/O: $565

Desert Eagle Blaze FN, B/O: $565

Desert Eagle Printstream FN, B/O: $155

Desert Eagle Cobalt Disruption FN, B/O: $58

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M4A1-S Icarus Fell FN, B/O: $414

M4A1-S Printstream MW, B/O: $204

M4A1-S Printstream MW, B/O: $204

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M4A4 Poseidon FN, B/O: $1402

M4A4 The Emperor FN, B/O: $152

M4A4 Asiimov WW, B/O: $97

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USP-S Kill Confirmed MW, B/O: $65

USP-S Printstream FT, B/O: $69

StatTrak™ USP-S Kill Confirmed FT, B/O: $123

StatTrak™ USP-S Neo-Noir FN, B/O: $106

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AUG Flame Jörmungandr FN, B/O: $218

P2000 Ocean Foam FN, B/O: $139

Souvenir SSG 08 Death Strike MW, B/O: $81

CZ75-Auto Emerald Quartz MW, B/O: $61

Trade Offer Link - Steam Profile Link - My Inventory

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Commander, Crimson Web, Mogul, Forest DDPAT, Buckshot), Sport Gloves (Pandora's Box, Superconductor, Hedge Maze, Vice, Amphibious, Slingshot, Omega, Arid, Big Game, Nocts, Scarlet Shamagh, Bronze Morph), Hydra Gloves (Case Hardened, Emerald, Rattler, Mangrove), Broken Fang Gloves (Jade, Yellow-banded, Unhinged, Needle Point), Pistols - P2000 (Wicked Sick, Ocean Foam, Fire Element, Amber Fade, Corticera, Chainmail, Imperial Dragon, Obsidian, Scorpion, Handgun, Acid Etched), USP-S (Printstream, Kill Confirmed, Whiteout, Road Rash, Owergrowth, The Traitor, Neo-Noir, Dark Water, Orion, Blueprint, Stainless, Caiman, Serum, Monster Mashup, Royal Blue, Ancient Visions, Cortex, Orange Anolis, Ticket To Hell, Black Lotus, Cyrex, Check Engine, Guardian, Purple DDPAT, Torque, Blood Tiger, Flashback, Business Class, Pathfinder, Para Green), Lead Conduit, Glock-18 (Umbral Rabbit, Fade, Candy Apple, Bullet Queen, Synth Leaf, Neo-Noir, Nuclear Garden, Dragon Tatto, Reactor, Pink DDPAT, Twilight Galaxy, Sand Dune, Groundwater, Blue Fissure, Snack Attack, Water Elemental, Brass, Wasteland Rebel, Vogue, Franklin, Royal Legion, Gamma Doppler, Weasel, Steel Disruption, Ironwork, Grinder, High Beam, Moonrise, Oxide Blaze, Bunsen Burner, Clear Polymer, Bunsen Burner, Night), P250 (Re.built, Nuclear Threat, Modern Hunter, Splash, Whiteout, Vino Primo, Mehndi, Asiimov, Visions, Undertow, Cartel, See Ya Later, Gunsmoke, Splash, Digital Architect, Muertos, Red Rock, Bengal Tiger, Crimson Kimono, Wingshot, Metallic DDPAT, Hive, Dark Filigree, Mint Kimono), Five-Seven (Neon Kimono, Berries And Cherries, Fall Hazard, Crimson Blossom, Hyper Beast, Nitro, Fairy Tale, Case Hardened, Copper Galaxy, Angry Mob, Monkey Business, Fowl Play, Anodized Gunmetal, Hot Shot, Retrobution, Boost Protocol), CZ75-Auto (Chalice, Crimson Web, Emerald Quartz, The Fuschia is Now, Nitro, Xiangliu, Yellow Jacket, Victoria, Poison Dart, Syndicate, Eco, Hexane, Pole, Tigris), Tec-9 (Rebel, Terrace, Nuclear Threat, Hades, Rust Leaf, Decimator, Blast From, Orange Murano, Toxic, Fuel Injector, Remote Control, Bamboo Forest, Isaac, Avalanche, Brother, Re-Entry, Blue Titanium, Bamboozle), R8 Revolver (Banana Cannon, Fade, Blaze, Crimson Web, Liama Cannon, Crazy 8, Reboot, Canal Spray, Night, Amber Fade), Desert Eagle (Blaze, Hand Cannon, Fennec Fox, Sunset Storm, Emerald Jörmungandr, Pilot, Hypnotic, Golden Koi, Printstream, Cobalt Disruption, Code Red, Ocean Drive, Midnight Storm, Kumicho Dragon, Crimson Web, Heirloom, Night Heist, Mecha Industries, Night, Conspiracy, Trigger Discipline, Naga, Directive, Light Rail), Dual Berettas (Flora Carnivora, Duelist, Cobra Strike, Black Limba, Emerald, Hemoglobin, Twin Turbo, Marina, Melondrama, Pyre, Retribution, Briar, Dezastre, Royal Consorts, Urban Shock, Dualing Dragons, Panther, Balance), Rifles - 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Fats Domino was an American pianist, singer, and songwriter known for his pioneering work in rock and roll music. He rose to fame in the 1950s with hits such as "Ain't That a Shame" and "Blueberry Hill." Fats Domino was also known for his philanthropic work and contributions to his hometown of New Orleans. His music influenced countless musicians and earned him a place in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and a Grammy Lifetime Achievement Award.

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Elvis Presley was an American singer, actor, and cultural icon known as the "King of Rock and Roll." He rose to fame in the mid-1950s with his energetic rock and roll music, charismatic stage presence, and hip-swinging dance moves. Elvis recorded numerous hits and starred in several successful films, transforming the music industry and paving the way for future generations of artists. Despite controversy and personal struggles, his impact on popular music and culture remains significant, and he is remembered as one of the most significant figures in American music history.

Appearance: A pineapple with each of the scales having a tint of yellow, pink, orange, and green, with flowery swirls in each spine and topped with leaves that resemble long vines in spirals. The inside being bright green with black swirls
The eater of this fruit is able to grow a large variety of plants and flora inside their own body like a greenhouse, making them a Garden User

In-Depth

Greenhouse Body: The user's body gains properties like that of a greenhouse without changing their outward appearance, however once anything that enters a vicinity of the user they shrink down to a much smaller scale and can enter through a created opening in their body like a window or flat door. The inside of the user's body is a large greenhouse with rows of plants and crops on a floor of soil, sand, rocks, etc. that they can organize and manipulate the location of on command into a singular room or separated specific rooms that they can alter the climate and environment of. The user's body will usually have natural sunlight from the roof to help their plants grow that they can gather from by exposing their body to sunlight and water (Either drinking or simply bathing in it, as strange as that sounds for a Devil Fruit eater), as well as stock up with anything they can store inside their greenhouse such as food, water, tools for combat or gardening, and even decorations for personal enjoyment, as well as create smaller versions of themself to work with their gardens or anyone inside their body
Plant Variety: Since the user is able to alter the diversity of their rooms, they can grow a large plethora and variety of flora inside each of them simultaneously, such as tropic, arid, mountainous, and normal with no difficultly. The user can utilize this to have an endless supply of food by growing fruits and crops if they maintain their gardens or even collect and reinvigorate extinct plant species if they can collect even a sample of them. The most powerful aspect of the user's abilities is that they can sprout or transform parts of their body into the flora they are cultivating from specific rooms around their body, allowing them to weaponize crops and even dangerous plants as a part of their own body for anything they desire. The user can even acquire reincarnated devil fruits by having them inside their body beforehand and within a vicinity of the killed user, making them very valuable as a carrier and acquirer for devil fruits

Awakening: Heaven and Hell Garden

The user is now able to plant and cultivate ANYTHING within their garden no matter how ridiculous or absurd. The user can grow things such as blades, firearms, money, resources, and even organs and body parts that can be reattached and applied to those with missing pieces of their body due to their plant-like physiology. The user also gains an increase in cultivatable space within their body to grow larger amounts, although their body outwardly does not change at all
The most powerful and broken ability for the user now the ability to utilize any devil fruit's abilities within their garden still connected and unpicked, gifting them even more power depending on how many they have within their body hidden away that they can utilize spontaneously to counter predicting opponents and even study and catalog various devil fruits. When utilizing other devil fruits, the user's skin will become a similar pattern to that of the fruit itself on the appendage they wield the abilities
Drawbacks: The user will need to consume respective materials and resources to grow their unique variety they add, such as extra metal for weapons, paper and ink for cash, etc. The user can only wield one additional devil fruit at a time in their garden and not simultaneously due to the strain that would rip them apart

Weaknesses

• The user is not inherently powerful with this fruit as they need to cultivate and grow their desired flora inside their body and maintain their health
• Any damage done to the user can reflect onto their garden if they do not keep them protected
• Standard Devil Fruit weaknesses apply

Techniques

Pepper Scythe: User grows a long row of peppers on their vine-altered arms like serrations that they can utilize as saw-blades and even 'burn' opponents with the juices that can't be healed easily or quickly
Great Rose Thresher: User transforms their arm with a predatory plant known as the Shark Orchid, being a long vine with crescent fin-shaped thorns and tipped with a rose with petals like a large shark head that bites at anything with blood. The user can lash this weapon around to grip and slash incredibly well with the rose end and the vine itself
• Shooting Star: User targets an opponent with their blood and blast their Shark Orchid at them, using their vine physiology to ricochet even mid-air and strike them from multiple angles at once, resembling a drawn star
• Dread Hunt: User summons multiple Shark Orchids to strike their opponents like a bloodthirsty pack or combine them into a large plant amalgamation like a giant thorny shark that can break down whole buildings at a time due to their size and ferocity
Reactor Spine: User alters their hand into a small bush-like plant known as the Puffer Bush with small spikes on it, but then has it sprout into a giant long-spiked cactus bush once it senses vibrations within a range and react. The user can even reshape the spines into a large razor-sharp appendage such as a beast head or claw from their hand
Buddha's Palm: User utilizes growing palm trees for both defending by straightening them into a star-shaped shield that they can blow away with by rotating them like propellers or be sued and thin and long prehensile claws, as well as adding fruit-based tendrils to their leaves for bulking their power and altering them into scorpion-like claws
Groves of Wrath: A special technique with the user boosting themselves and their plants inside their body with invigorating foods, carnivorous plant metabolism, and even fungi nutrient absorption of fast-growing plants inside their body. In this state the user can sporadically grow plant appendages and wield them greatly as if a true part of their body, however they can only keep this form up for a limited time due to the power exertion their plants fuel on inside their body
• Flora Spitfire: User creates five tendrils from their shoulders that each have cacti from Slingro Cacti, pine needles from Artiller-Trees, bursting grapes from Bullet Merlots, iron-hard peas from Ore Legumes, and combustable jalapeños from Firework Peppers, and can utilize them to ranged attacks in a hail-fire of small but powerful ballistics
• Year-Long Devils: User combines most of their plants into an amalgamated form resembling a pit of demonic snakes with rows of serrated teeth made from cacti and alter most of their body to accommodate it, such as their arms and torso or even their whole lower body. The user is able to utilize their snakes to burrow underground at extreme speeds and sprout from underneath to attack even from far ranges. The user can even weave and combine their plants into a singular one resembling an eastern dragon made from flora with multiple capabilities from each plant infused with it

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THURSDAY APRIL 22ND, 2020
4.2.2020
"HONEY MONEY PROBLEMS"
V.B. STALLONE
VANESSA BUNNI STALLONE
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DEAR HONEY: THE INTRODUCTION; VOLUME THREE

DEAR HONEY DEAR HONEY, THIS IS VOLUME THREE. IN ITS ENTIRETY. I ADMIRINGLY, WHILE ADMIRING, THE PERSON YOU WERE, BECOME THE PERSON I AM. WE WILL FOREVER BE FRIENDS. AFTER THE END. WE WILL FOREVER BE BEAUTIFUL. APART. FROM THE START OR TOGETHER. I REALIZED MY EMOTIONS WERE SEVERED, FOR ME TO BE THE PROGRESSOR. OF BETTER TIMES FOR THE HUMAN RACE. NOT THE AGGRESSOR. IN VIOLENCE. THE AGGRESSOR IN SILENCE. STAYING SILENT, THINKING TO MYSELF. I MISS YOU HONEY. I MISS THE FUNNY MOMENTS WE SHARED. YOU KNEW I CARED. NOW YOU KNOW I CARED. THIS BOOK IS FOR YOU. WRITTEN UNDER YOUR PEN NAME. WE CREATED IN YOUR MEMORY. WE APPRECIATE YOU SO MUCH. IF THERE'S NO RUSH, THERE IS NO TIME TO SPARE. I HUSH, TO TAKE ME THERE. I WANT TO TAKE YOU INTO LITERARY AND CINEMATIC HISTORY HONEY. NO MYSTERY HONEY. I AM WRITING POEMS IN PROSE. FROM POEMS TO PROSE WE ROSE. FROM PROSE TO POEMS WITH COZE WE COAST. FINANCIAL LITERACY. IS THE MOST IMPORTANT THING TO STUDY. THE ONE THING WE NEVER FOUND OUT. WE WERE CLOSE. WE WERE PUSRUING IT. IN A DOSE. IN DOSES. WE REALLY DOZED THOUGH. WE REALLY DIDN'T KNOW THOUGH. CERTAIN TERMS. WE WERE LEARNING IT. EARNING IT. I MUST GIVE US CREDIT. WE WERE RIGHT THERE. WE JUST DIDN'T LET IT. OVER TAKE US IMMEDIATELY. TO WHERE WE IMMEDIATELY. WERE LITERALLY. RESEARCHING. FINANCIAL LITERACY. SO NOW. AFTER DOING SO SOLO. I THINK OF YOU AND REMEMBER YOLO. SO I WROTE THIS FOR US DOLO. HONEY YOU AND I. STARTED ANOTHER GLOBAL ECONOMIC REVOLUTION. YOU WANTED TO BE AN ACTRESS. ONE DAY. ACTORS. ACTRESSES. WILL ACT THIS. THEY WILL TURN THESE WORDS INTO MOVIES HONEY. GROOVY. I ONLY FILMED FOR FILMING SOOTHED ME. SOOTHING. IN THE MOST. SOOTHINGLY MANNER. NERDS INTO NEW TEES. I STAY SO BUSY HONEY. I GET CONFUSED. WONDERING DID I WORK ENOUGH? SO I GIVE ALL OF MY SPARE TIME TO IT. SO THE ANSWER WILL ALWAYS BE NO. SO ALL OF THE SPARE TIME WILL BE DEDICATED TO IT. TIME TO EAT FOR A BIT. RESEARCH SOMETHING. THEN COME BACK AND FINISH WRITING THIS NEW VOLUME. THE CHAD FILMS STORY. THE SYRACUSE FILM FESTIVAL IS IN OCTOBER. THE THIRD WEEK. LIFE IS STILL WEIRD HONEY. AS MUCH AS I CAN ACCOMPLISH. YOUR NAME WILL BE RIGHT THERE WITH ME. ANYTHING BENEFICIAL TO THE HUMAN RACE. I WILL ATTACH YOUR NAMES. NAIJAH GROVER, VANESSA HONEY MALONE, JOSH D. HUTCHINSON. 

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FRIDAY APRIL 3RD, 2020
4.3.2020
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CHAPTER ONE: THE CHAD FILM.

DEAR SYRACUSE, NEW YORK, MY NAME IS CHAD XZAVIER HARRIS. I AM THIRTY YEARS OLD. I WAS BORN IN MIAMI, FLORIDA ON DECEMBER 29TH 1989. I AM THE YOUNGEST OF THREE BOYS. MY FATHER HAD A SON BEFORE HE HAD ONE WITH MY MOTHER. DAVID HARRIS AND SUZANNE HARRIS. MY PARENTS. DAVID HARRIS JR. QUENTIN HARRIS SR. JUSTIN HARRIS. MY BROTHERS. I HAVE NO SISTERS. SHAKEVIA KANAIJAH, DANTE DONOVAN, SHYANNE, QUENTIN JR., MALIAH SONAE, QUAN, ATIYANNA. MY NIECES AND NEPHEWS. I'VE SEEN ATIYANNA ONCE. SHE WAS ALMOST TWO. HAVING A TWO YEAR OLD NIECE WHO I'VE SEEN ONCE SHOWS ME NOW, I AM THE MAVERICK OF THE FAMILY. I RESERVED MYSELF FOR MY FIRST ADULT DECADE. I BEAT AT MY CRAFT. I WORKED AN HONEST JOB TO SUPPORT MYSELF. I USED ALL OF MY SPARE TIME, HONING THE SKILLSET. MY PARENTS DIVORCED. I WAS SEVEN. JUSTIN IS FOUR YEARS OLDER. QUE IS THREE YEARS OLDER THAN JUSTIN. DAVID IS AROUND THREE YEARS OLDER THAN QUE. MY MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER. THELMA LEE WASHINGTON. PASSED AWAY WHEN I WAS SEVEN. JOSIE REE HARRIS. THE PATERNAL GRANDMOTHER. PASSED AWAY WHEN I WAS EIGHT. I'VE ALWAYS HAD AN AFFINITY AND AFFECTION TOWARDS AND FOR OTHER PEOPLE'S GRANDMOTHERS. I ALWAYS WONDERED IF THOSE WITH GRANDMOTHERS, APPRECIATED IT. FOR THE MOST PART, ANYONE OLDER DOES FROM WHAT I CAN SEE. I MOSTLY JUST WONDER WHEN IT COMES TO YOUNGER PEOPLE. CLOSER TO THE AGE I WAS. ALL OF THAT AT ONCE MADE ME FEEL VERY VULNERABLE. I BELIEVE MY MOTHER WAS THE FIRST DIVORCE OF HER SIBLINGS. THAT TIME BELONGED TO US. IT WAS THEN WHEN THE FEELINGS OF NEGLECT, ABANDONMENT AND NOT FEELING APPRECIATED AND WANTED GREW AND GREW. THEY NEVER STOPPED GROWING. THE FAMILY HISTORY JUST PROVIDED MORE AND MORE INCIDENTS OF THE HARMFUL VARIETY. OF A HARMFUL NATURE. IT SHOULD HAVE NEVER BEEN THOUGHT, I WOULD STICK AROUND SOMEWHERE I WASN'T WANTED. AS I BEGAN TO STUDY BIOGRAPHY AND THE HISTORY OF AMERICAN POLITICS, POP CULTURE, SPORTS, ART AND MEDIA, ALONG WITH ANYTHING ELSE I WAS RESEARCHING, I BEGAN TO REALIZE WHAT I HAD TO STUDY. A BROAD SCOPE OF INFORMATION. I ALWAYS FELT THERE WAS A DEEP UNIVERSAL CALLING FOR GREATNESS FROM ME I MUST ADHERE TO AND FIND. AND SO I LEFT TO FIND IT. I DO NOTHING BUT INTROSPECT MYSELF. I STAY TO MYSELF, BC I AM MORE LIKELY TO KEEP MYSELF OUT OF TROUBLE, BY MYSELF. I AM LESS LIKELY TO LOSE FOCUS ALONE. I AM PRETTY WELL TRAINED AT KEEPING MYSELF WORKING ON MY SOLO PROJECTS. AT BEST, IT KEEPS ME OUT OF TROUBLE. I AM THIRTY, NO BABIES AND NO FELONIES. CLEARLY, I DON'T FAVOR DRAMA OR VIOLENCE AND FIGHTING AND ANY FORM OF UNCONSCIOUSNESS. 

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MONDAY APRIL 6TH, 2020
4.6.2020
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CHAPTER TWO: WHEN CHAD BEGAN FILMING

MY FATHER AND I WATCHED FILMS TOGETHER. IT WAS MY MAIN MEMORY WITH DAD. "CON AIR". "CHILD'S PLAY". "JAWS 3". "THE FOX AND THE HOUND". "AUSTIN POWERS". "NOTHING TO LOSE". "BLUE STREAK". "SCREAM". "FACE OFF". "CONGO". "JURASSIC PARK". "DOUBLE JEAPORDY." "MEN IN BLACK". WHEN THE PARENTS DIVORCED, IT SUCKED. SUCKED SO MUCH, I MADE MY FIRST FILM AT 12 YEARS OLD. THE DIRECTORIAL DEBUT. I DEALT WITH THE DIVORCE IN NO SPECIFIC MANNER FOR 5 YEARS BEFORE I FILMED SOMETHING. AS SOON AS I WAS GIVEN THE CAMERA, I FILMED WITH IT. THE LAST DAY OF 5TH GRADE. GOT IT ON CAMERA. JOE AND CHRIS AGUILA. WENT TO THEIR HOUSE. CHRIS IS JOE'S LITTLE BROTHER. 3RD GRADE. THERE WAS A HORNET OR YELLOW JACKET OR WASP, AT THEIR POOL. WE RAN BACK INSIDE. I CAN STILL REMEMBER. VIVIDLY. SHOUT OUTS TO MS. SARAH. R.I.P. JOES DAD. A CAMERAMAN FOR THE NEWS. THE FIRST FRIEND I MET IN SCHOOL. HIS DAD WAS A NEWS CAMERA MAN. I'M BLESSED TO HAVE FOUND OUT HOW TO DEAL WITH THE UN PLEASANT CIRCUMSTANCE PRESENTED. EARLY ON. I WAS WRITING. I THANK GOD I WAS MEANT TO TRAVERSE THESE PATHS. I TOTALLY AM AT HIS WHIM. I AM AT GOD'S MERCY. UNDER GOD'S WILL. I HAVE GIVEN UP MY ENTIRE LIFE TO SERVING THIS PURPOSE. I HAVE NOTHING. NOTHING BUT ONE OBJECTIVE. ATTAIN THE DESTINY. THERE WAS A REASON I WAS SENT HERE. DO IT. NOTHING ELSE MATTERS. DO IT. GET IT DONE. TIME IS OF THE ESSENCE. WASTE NOT WANT NOT. WASTE NO TIME. WANT NO TIME. ALL TIME IS DEVOURED. ALL OF OUR TIME IS DEVOURVED WITH CREATIVE EXPRESSION PRODUCED. THE CREATIVE. THE FINANCIALLY LITERATE CREATIVE. I SERVED MY PURPOSE. WHAT I WANT TO BE REMEMBERED FOR. I HAVE TO DO GREAT THINGS. IN ORDER TO BE ADEQUATELY REMEMBERED. I ONLY WANTED TO WRITE A CLASSIC NOVEL. 5 YEARS LATER. THERE'S NO PROOF I HAVE NOT WROTE MANY CLASSICS BY NOW. THE YEARLY COLLECTIONS I PUBLISH NOW ARE 500 PAGES. THREE OF THOSE NOW. WORKING ON FOUR. THIS YEAR WOULD BE THE FIRST COLLECTION, NOT FROM DAVID CRICHTON THE PEN NAME. 

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4.7.2020
TUESDAY APRIL 7TH, 2020
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BETWEEN THE AGES OF 12 AND 21, I WAS ONLY WRITING POETRY. BETWEEN 18-21 I HAD PUBLISHED MY FIRST POETRY AND NON VERSE COLLECTIONS. I SENT A FILM TREATMENT TO DWAYNE CARTER'S PRSION CELL IN 2010. BEFORE MY 19TH BIRTHDAY, I HAD THE FIRST COLLECTION PUBLISHED. FROM THERE, IT TOOK HALF A DECADE TO BECOME DAVID CRICHTON. MENTALLY. DAVID CRICHTON IS THE FORMULA FOR HOW I NOW APPROACH WRITING PROJECTS. IT'S JUST A LIST OF GUIDELINES. I'LL GO THRU THEM IN A LATER CHAPTER. INBETWEEN THE FIRST COLLECTION PUBLISHED AT 19 AND THE DAVID CRICHTON EXPERIENCE, IS CHADXZAVIERFILMS. FIVE YEARS OF CHADFILMS GREW INTO DAVID CRICHTON PUBLICATIONS. BEING DAVID CRICHTON FOR FIVE YEARS, I WANTED TO RETIRE THE NAME. IN HALF A DECADE I HAVE THREE FULL COLLECTIONS. MY OWN THREE "HARRY POTTER BOOKS". THAT'S A GOOD FIRST HALF A DECADE. NOW LET'S RAMP IT UP. ONE COLLECTION EVERY YEAR. I HAVEN'T BEEN EDITING FOOTAGE INTO VIDEOS AND PUBLISHING THEM ON YOUTUBE SINCE 2017. WHEN I HAD GOTTEN THE TAX RETURN AND BOUGHT EQUIPMENT. BEFORE THAT I WASN'T FILMING SINCE THE DAVID CRICHTON EXPERIENCE HAPPENED. AROUND THANKSGIVING 2015, I GAVE UP A DSLR I HAD. I HAVE FOOTAGE OF EVERY YEAR BUT THE CAMERAS VARIED. FROM 2011 - 2013 WERE MY PRIME YOUTUBE YEARS. WHICH IS ONE DECADE AGO. NOW IS MY RE EMERGENCE. WITH EVERYTHING I'VE CREATED SO FAR. WHICH IS STUPENDOUSLY LOADED. 10,000 MEDIA FILES. SO NOW, GOD WILLING, I AM WORKING ON THE FILM FESTIVAL ENTRY. THIS IS THE NARRATION. THIS IS ALSO VOLUME THREE. VOLUME THREE OF "HONEY MONEY PROBLEMS". VANESSA BUNNI STALLONE IS THE PEN NAME. THE NEXT PEN NAME IS NAIJAH CLOVER. JOSH D. ROCKMAN IS THE NEXT PEN NAME AFTER NAIJAH CLOVER. DAVID X. CRICHTON, STALLONE, CLOVER AND ROCKMAN. THE PEN NAMES. THE FIRST PEN NAME RAN FOR FIVE YEARS. THE LAST TWO YEARS INTRODUCED STALLONE. STALLONE HAS ONE VOLUME PUBLISHED AND ONE READY. THIS IS VOLUME THREE FOR STALLONE. AFTER THIS, VOLUME ONE FOR CLOVER WILL COMMENCE. 

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TUESDAY APRIL 7TH, 2020
4.7.2020
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CHAPTER THREE: THE DAVID CRICHTON EXPERIENCE

 2001. 2000. 2002. MADE MY FIRST FILMS DURING THOSE YEARS. USED A CAMCORDER FOR THE FIRST TIME. 2011. THE YEAR I LAUNCHED MY FIRST TWO YOUTUBE CHANNELS. KEVITV. SEEXZAVIERFILMS. CHIZZI KENNEDY. 2015. THE YEAR I RECORDED MY FIRST DIARIES. VIDEO FORMAT. 24 HOUR LONG VIDEO DIARY. FILMED DURING MAY 2015. DURING THE PHONE GIRL SITUATION. THE PHONE GIRL EXPERIENCE. THE DAVID CRICHTON EXPERIENCE HAPPENED THE FOLLOWING MONTH. JUNE 2015. THE MONTH I WROTE "THE PHONE GIRL". JULY 2015. "CFK" WAS WRITTEN. BY DECEMBER 2015, "CFK" AND "THE PHONE GIRL" WERE FINISHED. MY FIRST TRILOGY. "TPG". "CFK" MY FIRST DOUBLE TRILOGY. IN NOVEMBER 2015, I AUDIO RECORDED THE FIRST TWO FRANCHISES. I BEGAN "CLEVERLAND AND CLEVERFIELD" IN JANUARY 2016. THOSE THREE NOVELS WERE VERSE NOVELS. BY NOVEMBER 2016, "THE PRINCE WHO KNEW TOO MUCH" AND "THE PRINCE'S PHILO" WERE WRITTEN. "THE PRINCE WHO KNEW TOO MUCH" FRANCHISE, WAS NOT OF VERSE NOVELS. "THE PRINCE WHO KNEW TOO MUCH" WAS THE FIRST PROSE NOVEL WRITTEN UNDER THE DAVID CRICHTON PEN NAME. "MEGAN AND THE LAW OF ATTRACTION". THE FIRST AUDIO IMPROMPTU VERSE NOVEL RECORDED. USING THE TASCAM AUDIO RECORDER. BOUGHT THE TASCAM IN NOVEMBER 2015. "MEGAN AND THE LAW OF ATTRACTION" WAS AUDIO RECORDED ON MOTHER'S DAY 2016. BASICALLY DURING THE ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF DAVID X. CRICHTON'S "THE PHONE GIRL". 2016 WAS THE YEAR OF HEAVY AUDIO RECORDING. STARTED YOUR AUDIO DIARIES IN LATE 2015. YOU PICKED IT UP IN 2016. 2016 IS THE FIRST YEAR OF YOUR AUDIO DIARIES. NOVEMBER AND DECEMBER 2015 HAD THE BEGINNING DIARIES. CREATIVE DIARIES. IN DECEMBER 2015 YOU AUDIO FREESTYLED THE CREATIVE DIARY. THE 24 HOUR EXPRESSION OF WHERE YOU WANTED TO TAKE YOUR NEWFOUND CREATIVE LEVEL. I WAS SIX MONTHS DEEP INTO THE DAVID CRICHTON PORTFOLIO WHEN THE AUDIO RECORDED APPEARED. GOING INTO DAVID CRICHTON'S FIRST THREE FRANCHISES, I HAD A 24HR VIDEO DIARY. PREPPING THE URGE FOR MORE DIARIES AFTER THE FIRST PROJECTS. BACK AND FORTH I WENT. BETWEEN DIARIES AND CREATIVE DIARIES. PRODUCTION DIARIES. PRODUCTION DIARIES OF NOVELS AND SCRIPTS. THE NOVELS AND SCRIPTS THEMSELVES. AUDIO DIARIES. IMPROMPTU VERSE NOVELS. GOING INTO 2017. I WAS AUDIO RECORDING HUNDREDS OF HOURS OF MATERIAL EVERY SEASON. I WAS RECORDING LIKE CRAZY. WRITING AND RECORDING. WRITING AND RECORDING. THE SPRING OF 2017. I AUDIO RECORDED FILM SCRIPTS IMPROMPTU. FOR LIKE THREE MONTHS. ON AVERAGE 30 PROJECTS PER MONTH. ONE PER DAY. I KNOW THE FIGURE IS CORRECT BUT I STILL FEEL WEIRD SAYING IT. [YOURLISTEN.COM](https://YOURLISTEN.COM) HOLDS THE MAJORITY OF THE AUDIO FILES. I AM IN THE PROCESS OF EDITING VIDEOS WITH THE AUDIO FILES INSIDE NOW. IAMMICKEII. CHAD HARRIS. THEWHITERABBIT. THE THREE USER NAMES FOR YOUR LISTEN. YOUR LISTEN DOESN'T LET YOU LOOK UP USER NAMES. TYPE IN THE CHAD DIARY. THIS WILL PULL UP TWO ACCOUNTS. PARAMORE LAND. ALL ACCOUNTS SHOULD BE ACCOUNTED FOR THEN. ON SOUNDCLOUD. CHAD HARRIS 20. [DXCEXPERIENCE.BLOGSPOT.COM](https://DXCEXPERIENCE.BLOGSPOT.COM). [LULU.COM](https://LULU.COM) HOLDS THE PUBLICATIONS. DAVID X CRICHTON. VANESSA B. STALLONE. THE PEN NAMES FOR THE PUBLICATIONS ON LULU. IN OCTOBER OF 2017, I MOVED TO SYRACUSE, NEW YORK. I MOVED BACK TO GEORGIA ON VALENTINE'S DAY 2018. I MOVED BACK TO SYRACUSE ON AUGUST 10TH, 2018. I BOUGHT THE BUS TICKET ONE DAY IN ADVANCE. COST HALF THE OVERTIME CHECK. I MISSED NEW YORK STATE. I MISSED SYRACUSE. I LOVED IT HERE. I LOVE IT HERE. IT'S AWESOME. I REALLY ENJOY IT. IT'S VERY PEACEFUL. THERE ARE CAMERA'S ON THE STREET. MAKES ME FEEL SAFE. JACK FROST IS VERY ACCOMODATING. I LOVE THE ARCHITECTURE HERE AS WELL. MAKES ME WANT TO STUDY ARCHITECTURE EVEN MORE SO. 

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12:43AM EST - 1:02AM EST
TUESDAY APRIL 7TH, 2020
4.7.2020
WEDNESDAY APRIL 8TH, 2020
4.8.2020
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CHAPTER FOUR: VANESSA HONEY MALONE, NAIJAH GROVER SR. AND J.D. ROCKMAN

 I AM LISTENING TO MY RENDITION, READING OF "ROMEO AND JULIET". I SERVE AS GOOD A MAN AS YOU. YES BETTER SIR. YOU LIE. REMEMBER THY SMASHING BLOW. ENTER BENVOLIO. PUT UP YOUR SWORDS. ENTER TYBALT. LOOK UPON THY DEATH. THEY FIGHT. I USE PEN NAMES FOR THE PUBLICATIONS. I USE PEN NAMES FOR MANY REASONS. THE DAVID CRICHTON PEN NAME. DAVID IS MY FATHER'S NAME. MIKE CRICHTON IS MY FAVORITE AUTHOR AS A TEEN. "JURASSIC PARK" "THE LOST WORLD: JURASSIC PARK". "SPHERE". "CONGO". "DISCLOSURE". "THE GREAT TRAIN ROBBERY". "ANDROMEDA STRAIN". "A CASE OF NEED". "TIMELINE". "THE 13TH WARRIOR". "EATERS OF THE DEAD". "RISING SUN." "TRAVELS." "E.R.". "WESTWORLD"? THE CURRENT PEN NAMES. THE CURRENT PEN NAMES ARE CREATED IN THE HONOR OF MY DEAD HOMIES. THE FALLEN SOLDIERS I MET ON MY JOURNEYS. THRU OUT THE YEARS, I MET A FEW PEOPLE WHO PASSED. THESE PEOPLE HAPPENED TO BE CLOSE TO ME. I FELT THE PAIN OF THEIR PASSING. UP CLOSE. VANESSA HONEY MALONE. SOMEONE WAS ARRESTED IN THE 8YR OLD COLD MURDER CASE. MY MOTHER TEXTED ME WITH THE LINK TO THE ARTICLE. AS I WAS READING THE ARTICLE, MY MOTHER CALLED ME. SHE RECOGNIZED THE NAME. VANESSA HONEY MALONE. I ALWAYS MENTION HER. HER NAME IS BASICALLY MY PEN NAME. I TOOK A NAP TO REFRESH THE BRAIN. THINKING MAYBE I WOULD DREAM HER IMAGE OR MEMORY UP. 

VANESSA STALLONE IS THE CURRENT PEN NAME. NAIJAH CLOVER IS THE NEXT PEN NAME. NAIJAH GROVER SR. I MET NAIJAH GROVER SR. DURING THE SUMMER BEFORE MY SENIOR YEAR AT SALEM HIGH. CLASS OF 2008. NAIJAH WAS THE CLASS OF 2009. I INVITED NAIJAH'S MOTHER TO MY GRADUATION. KEVI WAS AT MY GRADUATION. KEVI GRADUATED FROM SALEM TEN YEARS LATER. CLASS OF 2019. NAIJAH DIED WITH TWO OTHER CLASSMATES, DERRON AND TERRENCE ON MOTHER'S DAY 2008. NAIJAH NEVER SAW BARACK OBAMA POP UP. HE MAY HAVE ONLY SEEN A GLIMPSE. NAIJAH HAD A SON AFTER HE PASSED. NAIJAH WAS BLESSED FOR THAT.
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CHAPTER FIVE: THANK YOU AND COME AGAIN MY FRIEND

THE SYRACUSE FILM FESTIVAL. OCTOBER'S VERY OWN. I AM ENTERING. GOD WILLING. I AM GOING THRU THE RAW FOOTAGE. I WILL INCLUDE SHAKESPEARE AUDIO. THIS AUDIO BOOK IS INCLUDED. THE CHAD FILM. SOMETHING I HAVE BEEN WAITING ON FOR TEN YEARS. I AM NOT SURE WHAT THE OUTCOME WILL BE. I HAVE PUBLICATIONS. NOVELS. FOR FILM SCRIPT RIGHTS. FILM SCRIPTS. MY WAY OF ENTERING CONSIDERATION FOR LITERARY HISTORY. THE LITERARY LEGACY. MY WAY OF HAVING A CHAD FILM REGARDLESS OF LIFE. PROPER ACTION. NOW, EDITING THE RAW FOOTAGE, I REALIZE, I AM MAKING THE CHAD FILM THERE. THAT IS A CHAD FILM. SO NOW, I HAVE TO MAKE THE CHAD FILMS AS IF, I NEVER MAKE IT TO HOLLYWOOD. THIS WAY, THE CHAD FILMS ARE AS POWERFUL AS I CAN MAKE THEM. THE COMBINATION OF THE AUDIO FROM 2015 ON AND THE RAW FOOTAGE FROM 2011 ON. 11:00PM EST - 11:29PM EST I SPEND THE DAYS. THE DAYS IN WHICH I AGE. TO CONTINUE TO GRASP THE MOMENTS. LEAVING ME AMAZED. AMAZED BY THE FACT I AM STILL HERE. I CAN STILL HEAR. HEARING WITH THE STILL EAR. STILL EARS. LIFE IS STILL CLEAR. IT IS CLEAR. IN THESE TRYING TIMES. WE MAY BE IN THE DYING TIMES. SO IF I AM DYING I. ONLY NEED TO RECTIFY. I DIDN'T SEE WITH RECKLESS EYES. KEPT CONTROL OF THE RECKLESS SIDE. I NEVER WANTED TO WASTE. THE TIME I HAD. IN THESE TIMES IN WHCH I WAS PLACED. DEFINITELY NOT MISPLACED. EVEN THOUGH I ALWAYS FELT OUT OF SYNC. WITH THIS PLACE. I WAS IN SYNC. WITH THE DARLING INSTINCT. REALLY. REALLY REALLY IS WHAT I THINK. WHEN IT COMES TO POP CULTURE. PLOPPED DOWN LIKE A VULTURE. NO DRAKE I GOT CULTURE NO BLOOD. UGH. YEA. HA. IMMERSED IN CULTURE LIKE MERSA. NO CRUD. WHAT? MORE LIKE YUCK. I BE STUCK. I WAKE UP LIKE WTF. I'M STILL HERE. SO I'M STILL CLEAR. MINDED. THE DESTINY OF MINE I BETTER FIND IT. I'M RUNNING OUT OF TIME AND TO THIS I'M BLINDED. YOU COULDN'T BLIND SIGHT IT. EASTER SUNDAY APRIL 12TH, 2020 - 7:11PM EST - 7:45PM EST 

I JUST WOKE UP. THANK GOD. FIRST THING I DO? I THANK GOD. AS I LAY IN AWE. I ONLY SAY WHAT I SAW. I ONLY PLAY WITH IT ALL. I TAKE NAPS BEFORE THE MIND FALLS. VICTIM TO THE DARK MIND'S PAWS. AW. I TOOK THE NAP. FOR THE CLARITY IT GAVE BACK. AWOKE TO A SLAP. OR AWOKE FROM A SLAP. I WOKE UP FROM A DREAM. TO WAKE UP IN A DREAM. TWO DREAMS. LIFE IS JUST TWO DREAMS. YOUR WHOLE LIFE. YOU CAN CONFUSED. OVER WHAT GIFTS YOU MISUSE. OR DON'T WANT TO USE. WHICH IS AGAIN TO MISUSE. OR GIFTS YOU DON'T WANT TO LOSE. THE SAME GIFTS THE DEEPEST STATE DOESN'T WANT YOU TO CHOOSE. SO CHOOSE FOR YOUR LIFE. WHICH DREAM IS REAL? WHAT MAKES THIS DREAM MORE REAL? WHAT MAKES THE DREAM WORLD LESS REAL? WHEN YOU'RE TERRIFIED IN YOUR DREAMS. YOU WAKE UP. IN THIS DREAM. YOU CAN END UP TERRIFIED UNTIL IT'S ALL OVER. THERE IS NO WAKING UP FROM THIS DREAM WITHOUT LEAVING. THIS IS THE LONG DREAM. THE DREAMWORLD. WHEN SLEEP. MAY BE THE CLOSEST TO OUR ORIGINS. WE SEE. HOWEVER INDEED IT ALL MAY ACTUALLY BE. I WOKE UP TO PHONE NUMBER OF ROCKMAN'S MOM. JD HUTCHINSON. I GET TO BE IN CONTACT WITH HIS FAMILY AGAIN. I HAVE BEEN IN CONTACT WITH CRYSTAL LATRICE ALL YEAR. NOW I CAN REACH OUT TO UNCLE WALLY AND ROCK'S GRANDPARENTS. RON?
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1:11AM EST - 1:46AM EST
FRIDAY APRIL 17TH, 2020
4.17.2020
FRIDAY APRIL 17TH, 2020
4.17.2020
11:00AM EST - 11:11AM
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CHAPTER SIX: TALKED TO ROCK'S MOM

 I TALKED TO JOSH D. HUTCBINSON'S MOTHER. I TALKED TO MS. SADONNA FOR AN HOUR. WAS INTRODUCED TO HER HUSBAND RON. I MISSED HEARING HER VOICE. I ENJOYED HEARING HER VOICE. MARCUS AND NAY ARE GETTING MARRIED. I CHERISH HAVING THEM IN MY PAST MOMENTS OF GROWTH. I CHERISH THE OPPORTUNITY TO RECONNECT WITH THEM ALL. I WILL KEEP IN CONTACT WITH THEM ALL. I HAD GREAT TIMES LIVING WITH THEM. I WAS LIVING WITH HER AND ROCK FROM SEPTEMBER 2016 TO MARCH 2017. THE FIRST YEAR OF DAVID X CRICHTON. I HAD PUBLISHED "THE PHONE GIRL" THAT SPRING. I HAD PUBLISHED "CLEVERLAND" THAT SPRING. ROCK HAD A COPY OF "CLEVERLAND". "CLEVERLAND AND CLEVERFIELD". HE READ SOME OF IT IN FRONT OF ME. HE SAID. "I CAN RAP THIS BRO". I LOOK FORWARD TO WRITING A VERSE NOVEL UNDER THE TITLE. IT JUST FELT REALLY GREAT TO HEAR HIS MOTHER'S VOICE. I CHERISH THE TIME I WAS THERE. AS ROUGH AS IT GOT AFTER HIS DEATH, I DON'T REGRET ANYTHING. I AM PROUD I MET HIM. HE HAD FAITH IN THE JOURNEY I WAS ON. HE TOLD ME I WOULD BE RICH BUT THAT WASN'T WHY HE WAS MY FRIEND. I REMINDED HIM OF HIS LITTLE BROTHER. COREY. HE TOLD ME FOCUS ON MY BOOKS AND NOT SMOKING. HE WAS A REAL FRIEND. I HAVE NOTHING BAD TO SAY ABOUT THEM EVER. I MISS HIM. I THINK ABOUT HIM DAILY. I ALWAYS COUNTDOWN. THREE YEARS. FOUR YEARS COME CHRISTMAS. I MADE A PEN NAME FOR HIM BY THIS POINT. I LOOK FORWARD TO STARTING AND COMPLETING THE FIRST TRILOGY. CLEVERLAND IS A REAL PLACE. IT IS IN YOUR MIND. YOU GET THERE USING YOUR MIND. IT IS A REALM YOU ENTER THRU YOUR MIND. CLEVERLAND IS CLOSED ON SUNDAYS. JOKING. THE FOREX MARKET IS CLOSED ON SUNDAYS. THE STOCK MARKET IS CLOSD ON SUNDAYS. I FULLY DISCOVERED "CLEVERLAND", THE PLACE, IN 2015. BY JANUARY TO MARCH, 2016, "CLEVERLAND THE VERSE NOVEL" WAS BEING WRITTEN. "CLEVERLAND" IS WHERE I LEARNED TO GO, TO PULL OUT MY IDEAS FROM. "CLEVERLAND" IS WHERE THE IDEAS ORIGINATE FROM. "CLEVERLAND" BECAME MY HOME. MENTALLY I HAVE BEEN TRAVERSING THRU CLEVERLAND MY ENTIRE LIFE BUT I DIDN'T HAVE A NAME FOR IT. NOW I KNOW THE NAME. THE FORMULA FOR WRITING THE DAVID CRICHTON NOVELS, CAME FROM "CLEVERLAND". "CLEVERLAND AND FRIENDS" COMING SOON. NOW, YEARS LATER, "CLEVERLAND" HAS A NEW MEANING TO ME. EMOTIONALLY, "CLEVERLAND" HELPS ME STAY ENTHRALLED IN "CLEVERLAND". "REALITY IS CREATED". "CLEVERLAND" IS THE LAND, THE REALM OF IDEAS ARRIVES FROM OR DWELLS IN. IDEAS LIVE IN "CLEVERLAND". SO IF I LIVE IN CLEVERLAND, WITH ALL OF MY SPARE TIME, WITH ALL OF MY BEING. YOU TAP INTO "CLEVERLAND" ALONE. ONCE THE CONNECTION IS STRONG HOWEVER, YOU SHALL WIN THE WAR. YOU WILL BE ABLE TO TAP INTO CLEVERLAND, WHENEVER, FOR HOWEVER LONG. 7:00PM EST - 8:03PM EST 

4.20.2020

THE THING ABOUT CHAD. CHAD IS A HUMAN. CHAD IS AN ARTIST. CHAD IS AN ARTISTIC HUMAN. I WRITE WHAT I FEEL. I WRITE THE DEEPEST THOUGHTS I CAN MUSTER. I WRITE AS HONEST AS I CAN BE. THEN I STRIVE TO BE AS HONEST AS I CAN WITH MY ADMISSIONS. CHADMISSIONS. THE CHAD MISSION. THESE ARE DIARIES. IN ESSENCE. I MASKED THEM AS NOVELS THE BEST I COULD. I ONLY KNEW ME. ALL I KNOW IS ME. SO I WRITE ME DOWN ON PAPER. FROM THERE IT'S BE AS CREATIVE AS YOU CAN BE. CLEVERLAND IS ME. I AM ALWAYS IN A STATE OF CREATIVE BEING. CFK IS ME. I AM ENTHRALLED BY HISTORY NOW BC OF JFK. THE PHONE GUY IS ME. MEGAN THE PHONE GIRL CREATED DAVID CRICHTON. SHE BROKE ALL ILLUSIONS ON THE OPPOSITE SEX. SH HAPPENS. IT JUST DOES SOMETIMES. I GOT WHAT I ALWAYS WANTED. CREATIVELY. IT WAS ALCHEMY. THERE WAS A TRADE. MY EMOTIONS WOULD CATALYZE EVERY BOOK. EMOTIONALLY I COULDN'T HANDLE ANY DEVASTATION FROM A PERSONAL LIFE PURSUIT. EMOTIONALLY EVERYTHING GOES INSIDE OF THE PORTFOLIO. THE ONLY THING I COULD EVER CONTROL. THE REALIZATION THAT ANOTHER PERSON WILL DO WHAT THEY WANT. REALIZING THE DYNAMICS OF MULTIPLE PERSONALITY DISORDER. HAVING MULTIPLE PERSONS AROUND YOU CAN LEAD TO DISORDERS IS WHAT I AM SAYING. THIS WAS 2015. BEFORE MASS COVID SCARE. I WAS ALREADY ON THE TIP. PAUSING. I HAVE BEEN SCARED OF OTHER PEOPLE FOR FIVE YEARS AT LEAST. THE TRUST ISSUES I HAVE INCURRED FROM PERSONAL EXPERIENCES WITH FRIENDS, FAMILY AND THE OPPOSITE SEX GENDER HAVE PREPARED ME FOR THIS. THOROUGHLY. 9:40AM EST - 9:55AM EST 

4.21.2020

Blues/Folk/country John prine-John prine (1971 monarch pressing) Vg/Vg $40
Willie Nelson- Willie & Family Live -Vg+/Vg+ $20
Leonard Cohen - Songs of Love and Hate (rsd) Vg+/Vg $20
Incredible string band - the big huge Vg/Vg $5
Pentangle -Pentangle Vg/Vg $5 (great cheap way to hear some Bert Jansch)
Pentangle - Basket of Light Vg+/Vg+ $5 (great cheap way to hear some Bert Jansch)
Buddy Guy - a man and the blues (1969) Vg/Vg $30
Robert Johnson - king of the delta blues singers g+/Vg $10
Colter Wall - western swings and waltzes Vg+/Vg+ $25
Tyler Childers - country Squire Vg+/Vg+ $50
Devil Makes Three - Chains Are Broken Vg+/Vg+ $20
Staples Singers - Pray On Vg/Vg $15
Indie Adjacent
The Gerbils - battle for electricity - Vg+/Vg+ $30
Joanna Newsom -ys Vg+/Vg+ $25
Phosphorescent-pride Vg+/Vg+ $20
Animal Collective w/Vashti Bunyan -Prospect Hummer Vg+Vg+ $20
The Low Anthem - Oh My God Charlie Darwin $20
Ghost of a Sabertooth Tiger -Acoustic Sessions Vg+Vg+ $25
Dalek- From Filthy Tongues of Gods and Griots Vg+Vg+ $45
Classic Rock Adjacent David Bowie - Ziggy Stardust (1980 reissue) Vg/Vg $25
David Bowie - man who sold the world (70s bootleg) Vg/Vg $25
Kaleidoscope - Incredible Kaleidoscope (1969) Vg/Vg $15
Love - Forever Changes g+/vg
Dr. John - In the Right Place Vg+Vg+ $45
Dr.John - ZuZu Man Vg+Vg+ (wacky counterfeit album with uncredited Dr. John impersonator. Very cool oddball piece) $25
Funkadelic- one nation under a groove Vg+Vg+ $45
Aretha Franklin - Aretha’s Gold Vg/Vg $15
Rick James - Throwin Down Vg+Vg+ $15
Uriah heap - the magicians birthday Vg/Vg $5
Ten years after-space in time Vg/Vg $5
Warren Zevon- Bad Luck Streak in Dancing School Vg/Vg $10
Hot tuna - burgers Vg/Vg $5
Crazy world of Arthur brown- self titled Vg+Vg+ $15
Tom Waits- closing time Vg/Vg $30
Captain Beefheart and his Magic Band - Strictly Personal Vg/Vg $25
Rhinoceros - Rhinoceros Vg/Vg $10
80s Waterboys - unleashing the tethered ones (live bootleg) Vg+/Vg+ $30
Waterboys - stars are alive (live bootleg) Vg+/Vg+ $30
The Alarm- Strength Vg+Vg+ $15
Laurie Anderson- United States Live Vg+-Vg $30
Devo - THE New traditionalists (stamped Promo w/poster and 45 single) Vg+/Vg+ $30
They Might Be Giants -Lincoln Vg+/Vg (sealed) $35
Living Color - Vivid (stamped promo) Vg+/Vg+ $50
Iggy Pop - Zombie Birdhouse Vg/Vg $15
Metal Ayreon - Transitus VG+/Vg+ $20
Lord Dying - Mysterium Tremendum Vg+/Vg+$20
Psych/Kraut/Garage Vibracathedral Orchestra - Momentary Aviary Vg+/Vg+ $15
Stone Roses -Fools Gold 9.53 Vg+/Vg+ $30
Les Claypool Flying Frog Brigade - purple onion Vg+/Vg $200
Blacklight Chameleons - Blacklight Chameleons Vg+/Vg+ $15
Marshmallow Overcoat - The Inner Groove Vg+/Vg+ $15
Effervescent Elephants- something to say Vg+/Vg+ $15
Kraftwerk -autobahn (1985 Warner Bros, stamped Promo) Vg+/Vg+ $30
Nektar - through the Ears Vg/Vg $10
Tangerine Dream - Alpha Centauri (earmark) Vg+Vg+ $20
Jade warrior - floating World Vg+/Vg+ $10
Jazz Albert Ayler Trio - Spiritual Unity (repress, Italy) Vg/Vg+ $20
Sonny Rollins - Saxophone Colossus (1972) Vg+Vg+ $30
John Coltrane - meditations (1966 mono) Vg+Vg+ $65
Nina Simone - Folksy Nina (white label promo) G+/Vg+ $60
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Everywhere Belt Bag Black $20
Everywhere Belt Bag Heritage 365 Came Starlight Multi $20
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Bras
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Align Tanks
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Love Tank Charged Indigo Size 8 $15
Love Tank Magenta Purple Size 8 $15
Love Tank Strawberry Milkshake Size 8 $15
Love Tank White Size 8 $15
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All Yours Short Sleeve T-Shirt Cirrus Wash White Pink Peony Briar Rose Size 6 $20
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All Yours Cropped T-Shirt Raspberry Cream Size 8 $15
All Yours Cropped T-Shirt Water Drop Size 8 $15
Cates T-Shirt Pink Clay Size 6 $15
Cates T-Shirt Wild Mint Size 6 $15
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All Yours Long Sleeve
All Yours Cotton Long-Sleeve Shirt Poolside Size 4 $20
All Yours Cotton Long-Sleeve Shirt White Size 4 $20
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Swiftly Tech Long Sleeve
Swiftly Tech Long Sleeve Shirt 2.0 Sonic Pink Size 8 $25
Swiftly Tech Long Sleeve Shirt 2.0 Strawberry Milkshake Size 8 $25
Swiftly Tech Long Sleeve Shirt 2.0 True Navy/Iron Blue Size 8 $25
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Loungeful Hoodies
Loungeful Cropped Hoodie Raspberry Cream Size 10 $20
Loungeful Cropped Hoodie Silver Blue Size 10 $20
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POC
Perfectly Oversized Crew Dark Red Size 8 $20
Perfectly Oversized Crew Graphite Grey Size 8 $20
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POCC - Softstreme (Size 8)
Perfectly Oversized Cropped Crew Softstreme Strawberry Milkshake Size 8 $25
Perfectly Oversized Cropped Crew Softstreme Water Drop Size 8 $20
POCC Perfectly Oversized Cropped Crew Neon Garment Dye Solid Scream Green Light Size 8 $20
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POCC - Softstreme (Size 18)
Perfectly Oversized Cropped Crew Softstreme Grey Sage Size 18 $20 PENDING
Perfectly Oversized Cropped Crew Softstreme Night Sea Size 18 $20
Perfectly Oversized Cropped Crew Softstreme Ocean Air Size 18 $20
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POCC - Softstreme (Size 20)
Perfectly Oversized Cropped Crew Softstreme Pink Blossom Size 20 $20
Perfectly Oversized Cropped Crew Softstreme True Navy Size 20 $20 PENDING
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Align High-Rise Short 6”
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Align High-Rise Short 6” Unicorn Throwback White Multi Size 8 $30
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Align High-Rise Pant 25"
Align High-Rise Pant with Pockets 25” Pastel Blue Size 6 $30
Align High-Rise Pant 25” Circulate Tie Dye Mineral Blue Multi Size 6 $20
Align High-Rise Pant 25” Diamond Dye Mink Berry Lunar Rock Shadow Grey Size 6 $20
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Align High-Rise Pant 25” Unicorn Throwback White Multi Size 6 $30 PENDING
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Align Ribbed
Ribbed Nulu Cropped Define Jacket Tidewater Teal Size 6 $40
Align Ribbed Panel High-Rise Tight 25” Tidewater Teal Size 4 $40
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City Sweat
City Sweat Jogger Graphite Grey Artifact Size M (Men’s) $25
City Sweat Pullover Hoodie Graphite Grey Artifact Size M (Men’s) $25
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Everything in my inventory is up for trade. The most valuable items are listed here, the rest you can find in My Inventory

Feel free to Add Me or even better send a Trade Offer. Open for any suggestions: upgrades, downgrades / knives, gloves, skins / stickers, patterns, floats.

All Buyouts are listed in cash value.

KNIVES

★ Butterfly Knife Freehand FN #1, B/O: $1867

★ Butterfly Knife Bright Water MW, B/O: $1098

★ Butterfly Knife Blue Steel BS, B/O: $907

★ Butterfly Knife Ultraviolet FT, B/O: $789

★ Butterfly Knife Stained FT, B/O: $695

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★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth MW #1, B/O: $888

★ Bayonet Gamma Doppler (Phase 4) FN, B/O: $727

★ Bayonet Doppler (Phase 2) FN, B/O: $608

★ Bayonet Doppler (Phase 1) FN, B/O: $521

★ Bayonet Rust Coat BS, B/O: $253

★ Bayonet Night FT, B/O: $251

★ StatTrak™ Bayonet Lore MW, B/O: $751

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★ Karambit Gamma Doppler (Phase 4) FN, B/O: $1343

★ Karambit Damascus Steel FT, B/O: $774

★ Karambit Rust Coat BS, B/O: $537

★ Karambit Boreal Forest FT, B/O: $488

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★ M9 Bayonet Fade FN, B/O: $1523

★ M9 Bayonet Fade FN, B/O: $1523

★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Phase 4) FN, B/O: $1008

★ M9 Bayonet Blue Steel FT, B/O: $534

★ M9 Bayonet Rust Coat BS, B/O: $449

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★ Flip Knife Fade FN, B/O: $703

★ Flip Knife Gamma Doppler (Phase 1) MW, B/O: $509

★ Flip Knife Doppler (Phase 1) FN, B/O: $406

★ Flip Knife Freehand FT, B/O: $228

★ StatTrak™ Flip Knife Bright Water FN, B/O: $332

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★ Falchion Knife Doppler (Phase 2) FN, B/O: $292

★ Falchion Knife Doppler (Phase 3) FN, B/O: $264

★ Falchion Knife Marble Fade FN, B/O: $258

★ Falchion Knife Bright Water MW, B/O: $133

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★ Stiletto Knife Fade FN, B/O: $822

★ Stiletto Knife Slaughter FN, B/O: $569

★ Stiletto Knife Doppler (Phase 1) FN, B/O: $530

★ Stiletto Knife Crimson Web FT, B/O: $396

★ StatTrak™ Stiletto Knife Scorched FT, B/O: $172

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★ Gut Knife Doppler (Sapphire) MW #1, B/O: $830

★ Gut Knife Fade FN, B/O: $204

★ Gut Knife Tiger Tooth FN, B/O: $138

★ Gut Knife Bright Water MW, B/O: $104

★ Gut Knife Freehand FT, B/O: $92

★ Gut Knife Urban Masked FT, B/O: $82

★ StatTrak™ Gut Knife Rust Coat BS, B/O: $93

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★ Shadow Daggers Fade FN, B/O: $258

★ Shadow Daggers Doppler (Phase 3) FN, B/O: $165

★ Shadow Daggers Blue Steel FT, B/O: $82

★ Shadow Daggers Bright Water FT, B/O: $82

★ Shadow Daggers Blue Steel WW, B/O: $80

★ Shadow Daggers Rust Coat BS, B/O: $74

★ StatTrak™ Shadow Daggers Marble Fade FN, B/O: $186

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★ Classic Knife Slaughter MW, B/O: $311

★ StatTrak™ Classic Knife Stained BS, B/O: $163

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★ Talon Knife Slaughter MW, B/O: $605

★ Talon Knife Scorched MW, B/O: $290

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★ Ursus Knife Marble Fade FN, B/O: $405

★ Ursus Knife Night Stripe MW, B/O: $162

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★ Paracord Knife Stained WW, B/O: $125

★ Paracord Knife Forest DDPAT FT, B/O: $97

★ Paracord Knife Safari Mesh FT, B/O: $96

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★ Navaja Knife Safari Mesh FT, B/O: $71

★ Navaja Knife Scorched WW, B/O: $71

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★ Nomad Knife Fade FN, B/O: $1015

★ Skeleton Knife, B/O: $909

★ Bowie Knife Boreal Forest MW, B/O: $106

★ Survival Knife Forest DDPAT FT, B/O: $97

GLOVES

★ Driver Gloves Crimson Weave FT, B/O: $335

★ Driver Gloves King Snake BS, B/O: $270

★ Driver Gloves Lunar Weave WW, B/O: $113

★ Driver Gloves Overtake WW, B/O: $88

★ Driver Gloves Overtake BS, B/O: $67

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★ Moto Gloves Transport MW, B/O: $171

★ Moto Gloves Polygon BS, B/O: $137

★ Moto Gloves Transport WW, B/O: $71

★ Moto Gloves 3rd Commando Company BS, B/O: $62

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★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Kimono WW, B/O: $1027

★ Specialist Gloves Tiger Strike FT, B/O: $654

★ Specialist Gloves Mogul FT, B/O: $295

★ Specialist Gloves Lt. Commander FT, B/O: $277

★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Web FT, B/O: $275

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★ Sport Gloves Slingshot FT, B/O: $796

★ Sport Gloves Amphibious BS #2, B/O: $699

★ Sport Gloves Omega FT, B/O: $656

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★ Broken Fang Gloves Unhinged BS, B/O: $60

WEAPONS

AK-47 Case Hardened BS, B/O: $130

AK-47 Bloodsport MW, B/O: $79

AK-47 Fuel Injector BS, B/O: $76

AK-47 Fuel Injector BS, B/O: $76

AK-47 Bloodsport FT, B/O: $70

AK-47 Neon Rider MW, B/O: $60

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AWP Fade FN, B/O: $864

AWP BOOM MW, B/O: $84

AWP Containment Breach FT, B/O: $69

AWP Containment Breach FT, B/O: $69

AWP Wildfire FT, B/O: $59

AWP Chromatic Aberration FN, B/O: $59

StatTrak™ AWP Hyper Beast FT, B/O: $65

StatTrak™ AWP Hyper Beast FT, B/O: $65

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Desert Eagle Blaze FN, B/O: $565

Desert Eagle Blaze FN, B/O: $565

Desert Eagle Printstream FN, B/O: $155

Desert Eagle Cobalt Disruption FN, B/O: $58

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M4A1-S Icarus Fell FN, B/O: $414

M4A1-S Printstream MW, B/O: $204

M4A1-S Printstream MW, B/O: $204

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M4A4 Poseidon FN, B/O: $1402

M4A4 The Emperor FN, B/O: $152

M4A4 Asiimov WW, B/O: $97

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USP-S Kill Confirmed MW, B/O: $65

USP-S Printstream FT, B/O: $69

StatTrak™ USP-S Kill Confirmed FT, B/O: $123

StatTrak™ USP-S Neo-Noir FN, B/O: $106

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AUG Flame Jörmungandr FN, B/O: $218

P2000 Ocean Foam FN, B/O: $139

Souvenir SSG 08 Death Strike MW, B/O: $81

CZ75-Auto Emerald Quartz MW, B/O: $61

Trade Offer Link - Steam Profile Link - My Inventory

Knives - Bowie Knife, Butterfly Knife, Falchion Knife, Flip Knife, Gut Knife, Huntsman Knife, M9 Bayonet, Bayonet, Karambit, Shadow Daggers, Stiletto Knife, Ursus Knife, Navaja Knife, Talon Knife, Classic Knife, Paracord Knife, Survival Knife, Nomad Knife, Skeleton Knife, Patterns - Gamma Doppler, Doppler (Phase 1, Phase 2, Phase 3, Phase 4, Black Pearl, Sapphire, Ruby, Emerald), Crimson Web, Lore, Fade, Ultraviolet, Night, Marble Fade (Fire & Ice, Fake FI), Case Hardened (Blue Gem), Autotronic, Slaughter, Black Laminate, Tiger Tooth, Boreal Forest, Scorched, Blue Steel, Vanilla, Damascus Steel, Forest DDPAT, Urban Masked, Freehand, Stained, Bright Water, Safari Mesh, Rust Coat, Gloves - Bloodhound Gloves (Charred, Snakebite, Guerrilla, Bronzed), Driver Gloves (Snow Leopard, King Snake, Crimson Weave, Imperial Plaid, Black Tie, Lunar Weave, Diamondback, Rezan the Red, Overtake, Queen Jaguar, Convoy, Racing Green), Hand Wraps (Cobalt Skulls, CAUTION!, Overprint, Slaughter, Leather, Giraffe, Badlands, Spruce DDPAT, Arboreal, Constrictor, Desert Shamagh, Duct Tape), Moto Gloves (Spearmint, POW!, Cool Mint, Smoke Out, Finish Line, Polygon, Blood Pressure, Turtle, Boom!, Eclipse, 3rd Commando Company, Transport), Specialist Gloves (Crimson Kimono, Tiger Strike, Emerald Web, Field Agent, Marble Fade, Fade, Foundation, Lt. Commander, Crimson Web, Mogul, Forest DDPAT, Buckshot), Sport Gloves (Pandora's Box, Superconductor, Hedge Maze, Vice, Amphibious, Slingshot, Omega, Arid, Big Game, Nocts, Scarlet Shamagh, Bronze Morph), Hydra Gloves (Case Hardened, Emerald, Rattler, Mangrove), Broken Fang Gloves (Jade, Yellow-banded, Unhinged, Needle Point), Pistols - P2000 (Wicked Sick, Ocean Foam, Fire Element, Amber Fade, Corticera, Chainmail, Imperial Dragon, Obsidian, Scorpion, Handgun, Acid Etched), USP-S (Printstream, Kill Confirmed, Whiteout, Road Rash, Owergrowth, The Traitor, Neo-Noir, Dark Water, Orion, Blueprint, Stainless, Caiman, Serum, Monster Mashup, Royal Blue, Ancient Visions, Cortex, Orange Anolis, Ticket To Hell, Black Lotus, Cyrex, Check Engine, Guardian, Purple DDPAT, Torque, Blood Tiger, Flashback, Business Class, Pathfinder, Para Green), Lead Conduit, Glock-18 (Umbral Rabbit, Fade, Candy Apple, Bullet Queen, Synth Leaf, Neo-Noir, Nuclear Garden, Dragon Tatto, Reactor, Pink DDPAT, Twilight Galaxy, Sand Dune, Groundwater, Blue Fissure, Snack Attack, Water Elemental, Brass, Wasteland Rebel, Vogue, Franklin, Royal Legion, Gamma Doppler, Weasel, Steel Disruption, Ironwork, Grinder, High Beam, Moonrise, Oxide Blaze, Bunsen Burner, Clear Polymer, Bunsen Burner, Night), P250 (Re.built, Nuclear Threat, Modern Hunter, Splash, Whiteout, Vino Primo, Mehndi, Asiimov, Visions, Undertow, Cartel, See Ya Later, Gunsmoke, Splash, Digital Architect, Muertos, Red Rock, Bengal Tiger, Crimson Kimono, Wingshot, Metallic DDPAT, Hive, Dark Filigree, Mint Kimono), Five-Seven (Neon Kimono, Berries And Cherries, Fall Hazard, Crimson Blossom, Hyper Beast, Nitro, Fairy Tale, Case Hardened, Copper Galaxy, Angry Mob, Monkey Business, Fowl Play, Anodized Gunmetal, Hot Shot, Retrobution, Boost Protocol), CZ75-Auto (Chalice, Crimson Web, Emerald Quartz, The Fuschia is Now, Nitro, Xiangliu, Yellow Jacket, Victoria, Poison Dart, Syndicate, Eco, Hexane, Pole, Tigris), Tec-9 (Rebel, Terrace, Nuclear Threat, Hades, Rust Leaf, Decimator, Blast From, Orange Murano, Toxic, Fuel Injector, Remote Control, Bamboo Forest, Isaac, Avalanche, Brother, Re-Entry, Blue Titanium, Bamboozle), R8 Revolver (Banana Cannon, Fade, Blaze, Crimson Web, Liama Cannon, Crazy 8, Reboot, Canal Spray, Night, Amber Fade), Desert Eagle (Blaze, Hand Cannon, Fennec Fox, Sunset Storm, Emerald Jörmungandr, Pilot, Hypnotic, Golden Koi, Printstream, Cobalt Disruption, Code Red, Ocean Drive, Midnight Storm, Kumicho Dragon, Crimson Web, Heirloom, Night Heist, Mecha Industries, Night, Conspiracy, Trigger Discipline, Naga, Directive, Light Rail), Dual Berettas (Flora Carnivora, Duelist, Cobra Strike, Black Limba, Emerald, Hemoglobin, Twin Turbo, Marina, Melondrama, Pyre, Retribution, Briar, Dezastre, Royal Consorts, Urban Shock, Dualing Dragons, Panther, Balance), Rifles - Galil (Aqua Terrace, Winter Forest, Chatterbox, Sugar Rush, Pheonix Blacklight, CAUTION!, Orange DDPAT, Cerberus, Dusk Ruins, Eco, Chromatic Aberration, Stone Cold, Tuxedo, Sandstorm, Shattered, Urban Rubble, Rocket Pop, Kami, Crimson Tsunami, Connexion), SCAR-20 (Fragments, Brass, Cyrex, Palm, Splash Jam, Cardiac, Emerald, Crimson Web, Magna Carta, Stone Mosaico, Bloodsport, Enforcer), AWP (Duality, Gungnir, Dragon Lore, Prince, Medusa, Desert Hydra, Fade, Lightning Strike, Oni Taiji, Silk Tiger, Graphite, Chromatic Aberration, Asiimov, Snake Camo, Boom, Containment Breach, Wildfire, Redline, Electric Hive, Hyper Beast, Neo-Noir, Man-o'-war, Pink DDPAT, Corticera, Sun in Leo, Elite Build, Fever Dream, Atheris, Mortis, PAW, Exoskeleton, Worm God, POP AWP, Phobos, Acheron, Pit Viper, Capillary, Safari Mesh), AK-47 (Head Shot, Wild Lotus, Gold Arabesque, X-Ray, Fire Serpent, Hydroponic, Panthera Onca, Case Hardened, Vulcan, Jet Set, Fuel Injector, Bloodsport, Nightwish, First Class, Neon Rider, Asiimov, Red Laminate, Aquamarine Revenge, The Empress, Wasteland Rebel, Jaguar, Black Laminate, Leet Museo, Neon Revolution, Redline, Frontside Misty, Predator, Legion of Anubis, Point Disarray, Orbit Mk01, Blue Laminate, Green Laminate, Emerald Pinstripe, Cartel, Phantom Disruptor, Jungle Spray, Safety Net, Rat Rod, Baroque Purple, Slate, Elite Build, Uncharted, Safari Mesh), FAMAS (Sundown, Prime Conspiracy, Afterimage, Commemoration, Dark Water, Spitfire, Pulse, Eye of Athena, Meltdown, Rapid Eye Move, Roll Cage, Styx, Mecha Industrie, Djinn, ZX Spectron, Valence, Neural Net, Night Borre, Hexne), M4A4 (Temukau, Howl, Poseidon, Asiimov, Daybreak, Hellfire, Zirka, Red DDPAT, Radiation Hazard, Modern Hunter, The Emperor, The Coalition, Bullet Rain, Cyber Security, X-Ray, Dark Blossom, Buzz Kill, In Living Color, Neo-Noir, Desolate Space, 龍王 (Dragon King), Royal Paladin, The Battlestar, Global Offensive, Tooth Fairy, Desert-Strike, Griffin, Evil Daimyo, Spider Lily, Converter), M4A1-S (Emphorosaur-S, Welcome to the Jungle, Imminent Danger, Knight, Hot Rod, Icarus Fell, Blue Phosphor, Printstream, Master Piece, Dark Water, Golden Coil, Bright Water, Player Two, Atomic Alloy, Guardian, Chantico's Fire, Hyper Beast, Mecha Industries, Cyrex, Control Panel, Moss Quartz, Nightmare, Decimator, Leaded Glass, Basilisk, Blood Tiger, Briefing, Night Terror, Nitro, VariCamo, Flashback), SG 553 (Cyberforce, Hazard Pay, Bulldozer, Integrale, Dragon Tech, Ultraviolet, Colony IV, Hypnotic, Cyrex, Candy Apple, Barricade, Pulse), SSG 08 (Death Strike, Sea Calico, Blood in the Water, Orange Filigree, Dragonfire, Big Iron, Bloodshot, Detour, Turbo Peek, Red Stone), AUG (Akihabara Accept, Flame Jörmungandr, Hot Rod, Midnight Lily, Sand Storm, Carved Jade, Wings, Anodized Navy, Death by Puppy, Torque, Bengal Tiger, Chameleon, Fleet Flock, Random Access, Momentum, Syd Mead, Stymphalian, Arctic Wolf, Aristocrat, Navy Murano), G3SG1 (Chronos, Violet Murano, Flux, Demeter, Orange Kimono, The Executioner, Green Apple, Arctic Polar Camo, Contractor), SMGs - P90 (Neoqueen, Astral Jörmungandr, Run and Hide, Emerald Dragon, Cold Blooded, Death by Kitty, Baroque Red, Vent Rush, Blind Spot, Asiimov, Trigon, Sunset Lily, Death Grip, Leather, Nostalgia, Fallout Warning, Tiger Pit, Schermatic, Virus, Shapewood, Glacier Mesh, Shallow Grave, Chopper, Desert Warfare), MAC-10 (Sakkaku, Hot Snakes, Copper Borre, Red Filigree, Gold Brick, Graven, Case Hardened, Stalker, Amber Fade, Neon Rider, Tatter, Curse, Propaganda, Nuclear Garden, Disco Tech, Toybox, Heat, Indigo), UMP-45 (Wild Child, Fade, Blaze, Day Lily, Minotaur's Labyrinth, Crime Scene, Caramel, Bone Pile, Momentum, Primal Saber), MP7 (Teal Blossom, Fade, Nemesis, Whiteout, Asterion, Bloosport, Abyssal Apparition, Full Stop, Special Delivery, Neon Ply, Asterion, Ocean Foam, Powercore, Scorched, Impire), PP-Bizon (Modern Hunter, Rust Coat, Forest Leaves, Antique, High Roller, Blue Streak, Seabird, Judgement of Anubis, Bamboo Print, Embargo, Chemical Green, Coblat Halftone, Fuel Rod, Photic Zone, Irradiated Alert, Carbon Fiber), MP9 (Featherweight, Wild Lily, Pandora's Box, Stained Glass, Bulldozer, Dark Age, Hot Rod, Hypnotic, Hydra, Rose Iron, Music Box, Setting Sun, Food Chain, Airlock, Mount Fuji, Starlight Protector, Ruby Poison Dart, Deadly Poison), MP5-SD (Liquidation, Oxide Oasis, Phosphor, Nitro, Agent, Autumn Twilly), Shotguns, Machineguns - Sawed-Off (Kiss♥Love, First Class, Orange DDPAT, Rust Coat, The Kraken, Devourer, Mosaico, Wasteland Princess, Bamboo Shadow, Copper, Serenity, Limelight, Apocalypto), XM1014 (Frost Borre, Ancient Lore, Red Leather, Elegant Vines, Banana Leaf, Jungle, Urban Perforated, Grassland, Blaze Orange, Heaven Guard, VariCamo Blue, Entombed, XOXO, Seasons, Tranquility, Bone Machine, Incinegator, Teclu Burner, Black Tie, Zombie Offensive, Watchdog), Nova (Baroque Orange, Hyper Beast, Green Apple, Antique, Modern Hunter, Walnut, Forest Leaves, Graphite, Blaze Orange, Rising Skull, Tempest, Bloomstick, Interlock, Quick Sand, Moon in Libra, Clean Polymer, Red Quartz, Toy Soldier), MAG-7 (Insomnia, Cinqueda, Counter Terrace, Prism Terrace, Memento, Chainmail, Hazard, Justice, Bulldozer, Silver, Core Breach, Firestarter, Praetorian, Heat, Hard Water, Monster Call, BI83 Spectrum, SWAG-7), M249 (Humidor, Shipping Forecast, Blizzard Marbleized, Downtown, Jungle DDPAT, Nebula Crusader, Impact Drill, Emerald Poison Dart), Negev (Mjölnir, Anodized Navy, Palm, Power Loader, Bratatat, CaliCamo, Phoenix Stencil, Infrastructure, Boroque Sand), Wear - Factory New (FN), Minimal Wear (MW), Field-Tested (FT), Well-Worn (WW), Battle-Scarred (BS), Stickers Holo/Foil/Gold - Katowice 2014, Krakow 2017, Howling Dawn, Katowice 2015, Crown, London 2018, Cologne 2014, Boston 2018, Atlanta 2017, Cluj-Napoca 2015, DreamHack 2014, King on the Field, Harp of War, Winged Difuser, Cologne 2016, Cologne 2015, MLG Columbus 2016, Katowice 2019, Berlin 2019, RMR 2020, Stockholm 2021, Antwerp 2022, Swag Foil, Flammable foil, Others - Souvenirs, Agents, Pins, Passes, Gifts, Music Kits, Cases, Keys, Capsules, Packages, Patches

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I am playing through FW right now, I am level 27, but my lowest main quest recommended level is 17 (The Broken Sky). I loved Zero Dawn, played through it twice and Frozen Wilds, the second time doing Ultra Hard mode. I’m not sure if I’m looking back on it with rose-tinted glasses or if there’s a real difference in combat difficulty between the two cuz I am getting my ass kicked all the time fighting any of the combat machines. It takes me ages to kill these machines, like Rollerbacks, Snapmaws, Widemaws, and so many more. Don’t get me started on Thunderjaws. I target all the weak points, take their weapons/attachments best I can, and still am taking forever to kill them. I’ll go through 30 medicine plants in a fight routinely, if I don’t get one shot somewhere along the way. But my biggest frustration comes from dodging fails because I’m getting caught on terrain or I started climbing a rock wall and took 3-5 seconds to stop climbing and drop down so I could dodge. I don’t remember having this much difficulty dodging and getting caught on terrain in Zero Dawn. I don’t remember fights taking this long either. I keep thinking I need stronger weapons, but i only just found a trader that will offer stronger weapons than what I have (purple rarity, I have two purple rarity weapons already) but I need machine parts from machines I’ve not found yet. Do I just need to advance further to get better weapons and fights will become more balanced? I have a bad habit of trying to tackle everything on the map as I go and wondering if I need to stop that and just focus main story for awhile. Would love others’ input on the combat and traversal/dodging, but also tips so I can do more damage in my fights. Thanks!

I was in NYC and decided to make an appt at VRAI because I love their settings and wanted to see some rings in person. I walked in thinking I wanted a rose gold toi et moi and walked out loving a yellow gold pear solitaire. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
I 100% recommend going and trying on rings because I really surprised myself! I was really overestimating how big of a rock I wanted, there really is such a thing as too big. I also went in thinking I wouldn't mind a warmer diamond but turns out people pay the big bucks for colorless for a reason. The only thing that I stuck with was the pave band and wedding band.
The showroom in NYC is temporary, but it was a really nice experience, the rep was very helpful and answered all my questions. I got an email after with all the specs so that I can communicate what I want to my boyfriend. They even offer to send it to your SO if you want. You also get a small discount for visiting the showroom.
Now a question for my pear-cut girlies, do you have any regrets? I know the tip of the pear cut can be more fragile and prone to chipping off, but the rep at VRAI ensured the prong would protect it. I have so many friends that don't wear their engagement rings often and I don't want to be that girl, so I plan to wear it daily. Does the pear cut snag on things? Please let me know the realities of the pear cut! TIA!
ETA: VRAI's website says: "Note: The human eye cannot distinguish individual letter color grades." but this is a lie, a couple of color grades below F and it looked gray-ish in comparison. See them in person for sure!