What is a Hazard? - Definition from Safeopedia

hazard meaning in safety

hazard meaning in safety - win

Could this mean something I found this on ehs.msu.edu › docs › wastePDF Hazardous Materials Table - Environmental Health & Safety maybe it could be what is in the vials

Could this mean something I found this on ehs.msu.edu › docs › wastePDF Hazardous Materials Table - Environmental Health & Safety maybe it could be what is in the vials submitted by mysteriousstranger-_ to MatthiasSubmissions [link] [comments]

Suggesting the Eldritch Chorus Fruit, an End counterpart to the Golden Apple!

Eldritch Chorus Fruit

Crafting:
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Appearance:
An Eldritch Chorus Fruit has the same shape as a regular Chorus Fruit, but the purple/white color scheme is instead black/red, respectively. It also glows as if Enchanted.
Effects:
The Eldritch Chorus Fruit is a powerful food item that, when eaten, will remove all effects (including fire and even velocity) from the consumer and spawn a single, temporary End Portal Block at the location of the consumer's head.
This End Portal Block lingers for 12 seconds and teleports any entity entering it to the center of the End's Obsidian Platform, the same destination as a Stronghold's End Portal Blocks. After 12 seconds, the End Portal Block vanishes, leaving either Air, Cave Air, or Void Air in its place depending on which would be appropriate for its location.
Due to the location in which this End Portal Block spawns, the consumer of the Eldritch Chorus Fruit is always immediately sent through, since the portal appears overlapping with their head. That is, other entities can also use the portal while it lasts if they enter it, but the consumer has no choice but to be sent through.
The Eldritch Chorus Fruit also restores the same Food Points as a regular Chorus Fruit (4 points, or 2 icons), but restores 9.6 Saturation points instead of the standard 2.4, making it the hunger-restoration equivalent of a Golden Apple (4 Food Points and 9.6 Saturation points restored).
Obtaining:
The Eldritch Chorus Fruit can only be obtained in two ways:

Discussion

Overview
Unlike its Overworld counterpart the Golden Apple, the Eldritch Chorus Fruit does not grant status effects, instead causing a one-off instantaneous effect when consumed. Removing all modifiers can be beneficial in a pinch, especially since unlike a Milk Bucket it includes fire and velocity in this purge. The Eldritch Chorus Fruit is a total reset, though it does nothing for one's Health Points themselves.
However, the main effect is the creation of a temporary End Portal Block that leads to the End's Obsidian Platform. This has three primary use cases.
Escape
Whether the player be surrounded by mobs, caught on fire by lava, or even falling into the Void itself, the Eldritch Chorus Fruit can get them out of that situation and into relative safety (provided the Dragon hasn't been revived and they do not look at an Enderman, at least). Since the Eldritch Chorus Fruit even removes velocity, it can save oneself from a simple fall from great height as well. It is essentially the ultimate pre-Elytra safety mechanism for the hazards in the End.
This also somewhat applies to PvP situations, but is balanced by the fact that the player's enemies can simply follow them through the lingering Portal before it closes, which takes a rather generous 12 seconds; plenty of time if they were already chasing the escapee.
However, the Eldritch Chorus Fruit has one significant disadvantage compared to other 'saves' like the Totem of Undying or an Enchanted Golden Apple: It displaces you from wherever you were and resets you back to the Obsidian Platform, meaning that whatever you were doing is essentially over. Exploring? Having to use an Eldritch Chorus Fruit resets your progress. Looting an End City? Now you have to find it again; good luck.
End Access
Since Strongholds only appear near world spawn (at least, in Java edition), it can sometimes be highly inconvenient to go back and forth from the End for players that base themselves far from said central location. Although extremely expensive (requiring enough Netherite Scrap to make two Netherite Ingots), the Eldritch Chorus Fruit offers an alternative option to access the End. One must have nonetheless accessed the End normally the first time to have a Chorus Fruit at all, so this does not break game progression.
Long-Distance Mob Transport
An expensive, niche use, the End Portal spawned by an Eldritch Chorus Fruit could also be used to teleport rare and distant mobs (Pandas, Polar Bears, Shulkers) long distances by getting up in their personal space and consuming the Eldtrich Chorus Fruit to spawn the Portal over both oneself and the mob. After that, it is just a matter of getting them into a boat and into the Exit Portal, though the risk that the mob will just yeet themselves off the platform into the abyss the moment you load in is always there.
Crafting Balance
In terms of power versus expense, I would rank the Eldritch Chorus Fruit somewhere between a Golden Apple and an Enchanted Golden Apple. This is because while both the Enchanted Golden Apple and Eldritch Chorus Fruit are ultimate 'save' mechanics almost on par with a Totem of Undying, an Eldritch Chorus Fruit is purely for retreat, putting a stop to whatever one was doing before using it (as it teleports the user to the Obsidian Platform in the End every time). By contrast, an Enchanted Golden Apple makes one extremely powerful and allows one to continue with what they were doing, be that fighting off mobs in survival or players in PvP.
As such, the Eldritch Chorus Fruit is far more expensive to make than a Golden Apple (requiring enough Netherite Scrap to craft not one but two Netherite Ingots), but it can be crafted, unlike an Enchanted Golden Apple.
Summary
All in all, the 'escape' function is obviously the main draw, notably being the only viable method to save oneself after falling into the Void prior to Elytra. However, the 'End access' and 'transport' uses are both areas where the game could benefit from a new mechanic similar to this one; the Eldritch Chorus Fruit meets a need currently not addressed in both respects.
What do you think? Thank you for your time and feedback!

Since I am copy-pasting this so much I'll just add it to the post:

I've used Netherite for: Full Armor, 2 Pickaxes (one Silk, one Fortune), 2 Shovels (same), 1 Axe, 1 Sword, and 3 Lodestones, for 13 total. They all have Mending. Do you know what that means?
That means I'll never need another Netherite Scrap again.
As such, yeah, I could totally see making Eldritch Chorus Fruit, in the same way I use Diamonds for Fireworks nowadays. What else will I use Scrap for? Making my little brother a set? He can farm his own rofl
Besides, even if Netherite Scrap wasn't useless after you get your full Mending setup going, I think the Fruit has a niche among the Totem and Apple.
If you fall into Lava with 4 Skeletons shooting at you and eat an Enchanted Golden Apple, congrats, you're still slowly wading in lava with mobs shooting at you and probably more on the way, creepers in included. Eating an Eldritch Chorus Fruit instead removes you from the situation entirely.
It is a matter of assurance; peace of mind. Where a Totem or Gapple empowers you to escape your current situation, an Eldritch Chorus Fruit straight-up rescues you entirely. Eat a Gapple or burn a Totem and you are still in danger and must work your way out, while eating an Eldritch Chorus Fruit lets you sink back into your chair and sigh in relief as the End loading screen peacefully displays on your monitor.
That is,
  • Use a Totem of Undying when you aren't expecting death and need something you don't have to manually trigger
  • Use an Enchanted Golden Apple when you want to man up on and/or push through whatever the situation is
  • Use an Eldritch Chorus Fruit when you want to just GTFO right this moment lol
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Starship won’t launch people this year, but could it house them on orbit instead?

Something that recently crossed my mind (again) was the whole “when will Starship fly people” discussion. To me the answer is simple: whenever NASA and the FAA consider it a safe and reliable enough vehicle to do so, which even if Spacex further accelerates the already mind-numbingly fast pace of the Starship program, definitely will not be this year, considering it will take dozens of launches and landings before crewed flight will (or should) be considered, maybe as many as a hundred (meaning we’re talking late 2022 at the absolute earliest, and even that would be an historic achievement and require virtually no failures or setbacks). So no, Starship 100% will not be taking off with people on board this year, and this is coming from someone who would take a bet that Starship will have reached orbit by this year’s halfway point (1st of July).
However, something that I haven’t seen brought up on this subreddit (though perhaps I just missed it) is that crewed spaceflight doesn’t require a crewed launch, at least not necessarily on the same vehicle, and Spacex is uniquely positioned to make use of this thanks to their prior contracts with NASA.
The Crew Dragon vehicle has now been certified by both NASA and the FAA to launch, fly, re-enter and land with people on board. Is it really that big a stretch for Spacex to put one or two docking or berthing ports on the side of a Starship and dock a crewed Dragon to it by the end of this year? I really don’t think it is. Here’s how I see it happening:
Spacex would offer NASA the deal of a lifetime. shortly after reaching orbit with SN15 or whichever it will be, they will build a crewed version of Starship with as much redundancy crammed into it as they can: 10+ tonnes of reserve food on board, 10+ tonnes of reserve water, lots of back-up air and air scrubbers, radiation shielding and a bunch of batteries with some deployable solar panels. None of this needs to be high-tech or highly efficient either, it just needs to sufficiently reassure NASA that their astronauts will not run out of power, air, water or food under any realistic circumstances. The Starship will have no heat shield to save mass and to allow two redundant and separate docking ports, one on each side of the ship. It might have an airlock or it might not, depending on what NASA prefers: all the life support systems should be accessible from the inside besides the solar panels, and an airlock is an inherent weak point in a pressurised vehicle, so I’m not sure whether they would rather have it or not. I don’t think that massive window will be there though. Really hope I’m wrong, but NASA probably has a thing or two to say about that.
The big win for NASA would be that they get at least 50 tonnes of mass to play with for scientific and industrial equipment depending on how heavy Spacex’s (deliberately) over-built life support system is and how much mass Spacex would want to keep for their own tests and experiments. I imagine Spacex would want to test all sorts of devices like ovens, zero-g washing machines, large-scale zero-g food production, solar storm shelters etc. If I’m not mistaken though even 50 tonnes would be the most mass NASA has been able to send up in one launch since skylab, and if a single crewed Starship does indeed have the pressurised volume it is expected to have then this would also be the second-biggest and second-heaviest space station ever, easily beating Skylab and Mir in both counts and being not that far behind the ISS in terms of shear volume. If Spacex felt like it they could even sweeten the deal by making the whole thing free from NASA’s point of view; a free launch of dozens of tonnes of scientific equipment followed by a free Falcon 9 + Crew Dragon flight to it would (you’d think) be a very hard deal for NASA to turn down, provided Spacex keeps everything as safe as possible. For Spacex it seems like a no-brainer: the total cost of a single Starship and a single falcon 9 launch is probably under a 100 million dollars, and they only really throw away a second stage to do this. $50-$100 million is a lot to you and me, but not to Elon.
Obviously any such offer would not be taken seriously until Starship has reached orbit, but when it does I don’t see what objections NASA could have (again, assuming safety has been properly taken care of) that outweigh the positives. NASA already trusts Spacex to get their crews to and from a space station alive, which one can argue is harder than keeping them alive on one; yes the time spans are longer on a station, but a capsule is much more mass-constrained, has to survive a much wider range of environments and is not (effectively) at rest. It seems a much smaller leap then going from cargo to crew dragon was.
I won’t bother with a timeline (my best guesstimate would be q4 this year), but the chronological order would go something like this:
-Starship reaches orbit
-Spacex makes the offer to NASA
-Spacex starts building this first livable Starship before getting an answer. (“If you don’t want to, fine, we can just as easily ask ESA, JAXA or even China for astronauts, and we can legally launch them on dragon.”)
-Someone (probably NASA) makes a long list of safety requirements that this Starship must have in terms of life support. Spacex accepts and a contract is signed.
-Spacex builds this Starship a bit more slowly and carefully to ensure it meets all the criteria. Musk tweets it will take two weeks to make, every expert says it will take six months, it ends up taking around a month.
-Spacex launches this Starship into LEO and proceeds to carefully drain and depressurise the tanks (no reason not to get rid of that safety hazard if your orbit is high enough) and deploys the solar panels.
-Spacex and NASA (let’s be real it will almost certainly be them) then wait several weeks to see if there is any drop in pressure, if the solar panels and batteries are working as predicted, if the life support system functions as designed and so on and so on.
-If both are happy with what they see, the crew will launch on a Dragon capsule and enter LEO.
-After a final Starship and Dragon check, they will dock.
The mission will be simple: perform the experiments that NASA and Spacex want done, and monitor the Starship’s systems. It’s supposed to require almost no effort to keep working properly, so let’s see how well Spacex’s design performs when put to the test for real.
If anyone involved (Spacex, NASA or the astronauts) sees something wrong, the crew will immediately enter the dragon capsule and run a systems check.
If anyone involved sees something that is wrong and could threaten the safety of the crew, the crew will immediately enter the dragon capsule and decouple from the Starship. If it’s a false alarm or a fixable problem, they will return. If it’s something serious, they will put on their suits, spend a few hours (or days, depending on the timing) in orbit before re-entering and splashing down just like they would when coming back from an ISS mission.
If neither of the above happen, then they can stay on board for quite some time. The maximum length that makes sense to me would be nine months: that’s about as long as the longest practical earth-to-mars or mars-to-earth flight, and NASA probably wouldn’t want as many as four astronauts getting any more muscle and bone degradation than they have to, so I doubt that they would want a longer stay either. If both sides are up for it, they could send the next crew dragon with up to four astronauts to this “Starstation” (anyone got a better name?) a week before the first one is supposed to leave and see how Spacex’s life support systems handle a crew of up to eight: more data = more better right?
To get a (hopefully) productive discussion going, I’d like to ask you three questions:
1: Do you agree with this scheme, or did I miss something crucial?
2: What would NASA say and do if Spacex made this offer?
3: What will be the biggest obstacles to making this happen?
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First Contact - Fourth Wave - Chapter 414

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Undrat knew he wasn't the brightest neo-sapient in the galactic arm. None of his people would ever be known for hyper-intelligence or cleverness or ingenuity. They were not grand philosophers or intellectuals. They admired intelligence, admired cleverness, even though comprehending it beyond acknowledging it was largely beyond their capabilities.
That did not mean his people were worthless. His people were the kind of people that slogged through history, their eyes on the goal, ever walking forward. In the long drawn out march of time they had discovered each thing slowly and progressed to the next even if it took centuries or millennia. It did not concern them that they were considered one of the less intelligent neo-sapience species, they knew what was important.
Hard work. Perseverance. Endurance.
For over fifty million years they had been one of the Neo-Sapient Species watched over by the Unified Council. Their home-world had been forgotten as they spread out among the Lanaktallan worlds. They were largely uninterested in colonies or expanding their race.
They were content to enjoy the finer things in life.
A job well done. A difficult and lengthy problem that the solution was perseverance being accomplished. Enduring whatever had to be endured.
Over the aeons Undrat's people had always worked for the Lanaktallan. They were proudest of the fact that they were often moved by the tens of thousands to a new colony to provide the manual labor that a robot had not yet been programmed and fashioned to do.
They had been part of the Unified Council for so long that most of the other species viewed them more as furniture or a standard issue part of anything that required labor.
Undrat's people were robust. Their thick skin let them endure harsh solar emissions, their thick bones and heavy muscles let them handle work on planets up to 1.6G, more than twice the preferred gravity of the rest of the Unified Council species. Their internal organs allowed them to eat and flourish on bare nutripaste without even most of the additives that the majority of races required. They could eat rudimentary crops and usually even local food species with no difficulties. They healed quickly, even from injuries that would kill most of the Near-Civilized and Civilized Species.
But they weren't the brightest or sharpest.
Undrat had worked in a warehouse when the humans came. He and his men had watched the humans land. Had seen them and had admired their form, much like their own. Bipedal, two arms, moving with power even if they didn't always move with grace.
He had largely ignored them, preferring to keep with his own work, which was carrying boxes and crates, running grav-dollies, and doing other hard jobs.
His muscles were thick and solid, his endurance deep and rapidly recovering.
He could work a whole nine hours and after fifteen hours of rest be ready to work again. He could lift his own body weight above his head.
The Lanaktallan who was his Overseer had always praised Undrat and his fellow workers. After all, the Tukna'rn people were the backs the colony had been founded on. He was valuable property of the Fu'uku'ugu'utmien Industrial Conglomerate, with bar codes down his arms, across his back, chest and forehead, and across the back of his neck that he had been born with, the bar codes tattooed into his very gene code.
If he had ever been curious enough to look he would have found that he and every one of his fellow Tukna'rn were more valuable to the Conglomerate than a fork lift. He would have just nodded, not really understanding why it should be surprising. He could work on any surface he could stand on, could work in different gravities, in different weather, with different cargos, without the need for programming or expensive mechanical maintenance.
Of course he was more valuable. He could be put in cryosleep to go to the next world and virtually ignored for centuries if need be.
The Terrans, the humans, had arrived and then came the great roars of THERE IS ONLY ENOUGH FOR ONE which made no sense to Undrat. Did not the dining facility have enough for everyone to eat? Was there not enough work to go around? Did not the Fu'uku'ugu'utmien Conglomerate not own all the resources of the planet and the people upon it?
The reply of THEN DIE ALONE! made no sense to Undrat either. He could not imagine being alone for long. Tukna'rn and every other species capable of thinking were always in groups.
Before he could be disturbed by having to contemplate the roars the sirens had gone off.
Undrat had been sent into a shelter beneath one of the great warehouses. He and his fellow Tukna'rn sat patiently, eating and sleeping and everything else according to the computerized schedule. At time the floor shook and faint vibrations could be felt.
Eventually the roar of THERE IS ONLY ENOUGH FOR ONE! had ceased.
The shelter had sounded the 'all clear' and Undrat and his fellow Tukna'rn had been allowed back onto the surface of the planet. They had emerged, blinking at the harsh light that somehow penetrated the thick cloud cover. Their skin flushed a deep bluish-green in response, reacting to the increased radiation from the sun and the clouds.
The Overseers had gone. Fled. Left.
The Overseer in charge of Undrat and his fellow Tukna'rn workers was confused and angry. He approached the Terrans and whatever it was that the Terrans told the Overseer seemed to anger the Overseer more.
Undrat himself heard the Overseer tell the Terrans that the Tukna'rn people were valuable assets, extremely valuable property of the Fu'uku'ugu'utmien Conglomerate and that he could not believe that the Conglomerate had abandoned them.
Then the Conglomerate had returned with the forces that kept unruly colonists and workers in line. MilSec, CorpSec, and the fabled Executor Security Forces arrived in ships. Undrat had heard the Overseer tell the Terrans that of course the forces coming in weren't hostile, they were just there to protect valuable conglomerate property.
Then the alarms sounded and the shocked and distressed looking Overseer led Undrat and his fellow Tukna'rn workers into the shelter again.
Strangely enough, for reasons that Undrat did not know and did not think to ask, even more workers were led into the shelters by the Overseer. Many different species, some of whom even did the more intellectually demanding jobs of monitoring computers and other important systems.
The Undrat simply sat in the shelters and waited. They counselled the other species not to complain, after all, there was food, air, water, and enough room to sit and even exercise facilities to maintain one's strength and endurance.
Again, there was the rumblings and vibrations.
The Overseer seemed extremely concerned, often wringing all four hands as he sat in the Facility Overseer's office.
At one time Undrat himself saw something strange. The Overseer was talking to a hologram of another Overseer, who was obviously giving the Overseer orders. The Overseer suddenly picked up a chair that the Tukna'rn used when sitting in the Overseer's office and smashed the holotank with it.
Three sleep shifts later the elevator came down and a squad of armored Overseers with "EXEC-SEC" written on them exited. They asked for the way to the Overseer's office. Undrat was tasked to show them.
Undrat knew his people were not considered very intelligent and that he was an average Tukna'rn.
But 'within standard species median' did not mean 'stupid.'
He heard the Executor Overseer sneer about how Undrat and his people were 'lounging in such opulence and safety' and how 'they would be better used to clog the guns of the Terrans' rather than 'inhabiting a shelter better put to use by their betters'.
His people were incurious not unintelligent.
Undrat did not like what they were saying. His people were not animals. They were not wastes of resources. They were valuable and coveted property of the conglomerate and his Overseer was proud of them and admired by his peers for overseeing such industrious properties.
When he got to the Overseer's office he was ordered to stand there, as if he was a robot. That did not bother him, he was used to short commands.
The Executors ordered the Overseer to 'evict the neo-sapients so they could be armed to force the Terrans to fight them' and the Overseer protested.
Undrat did not care about the argument at first. It was between beings who far outranked him and usually gave orders.
But one statement got his attention.
The ExecSec commander said it, pointing at the Overseer.
"Kill this fool."
Undrat reached out as the ExecSec officer drew his pistol, put his hands to either side of the Lanaktallan's torso, and twisted as he squeezed. Ribs crunched and the spine crackled as Undrat twisted the Lanaktallan's torso and bent it to the side.
The other Tukna'rn did the same. Undrat's father, Ildrut, brought both fists down on the armored flank-spine of the one next to him, breaking the Lanaktallan in half.
The Overseer merely stood and watched.
Neural pistols went off and neural bolts thudded into the Tukna'rn, who felt them as a slight burning tingle where they hit and raised welts like they had been bitten by a particularly aggressive insect. A plasma pistol was fired twice, catching the paper clothing on fire but only causing the skin of the Tukna'rn to darken and painful burns on the first two layers of skin to happen.
Then it was over.
The Overseer stood there and nodded slowly.
"You are loyal and valuable property," he said softly. "You did not betray the Conglomerate, the Conglomerate has betrayed you and every being in this shelter."
The Overseer looked up from the bodies of the dead Lanaktallan, killed by heavy strikes of blunt fists and the pressure of the Tukna'rn grip.
"Gather their weapons. Any who come down the elevator are to be killed until further notice," the Overseer said.
But no more came down.
Finally Undrat, who went everywhere with the Overseer, even slept in the same room as him, always carrying a riot shield and a heavy plasma rifle, saw the Overseer talk to one of the Terran lemurs on his vid-display.
It was nearly a month later when the Overseer stated that he, and a handpicked group, would ride the elevator to the surface and speak to the Terrans.
Undrat rode the elevator silently, holding onto the rifle.
If the Terrans attempted to harm the Overseer, then he would kill them.
Unlike the Tukna'rn, they would be as fragile as everyone else in a universe built to challenge even the Tukna'rn people. IF a fist did not do it, then he had a plasma rifle.
He would not let the Overseer, who had shepherded and cared for the Tukna'rn since the time of Undrat's father's father's father's father's time, to come to harm.
The clouds were low and heavy. The air smelled of burnt plants and like a greenhouse that had caught on fire. The air was heavy with soot and ash and lightning ripped at the clouds and the ground in equal measure.
The Overseer had been wise to order everyone into hazardous environment suits. The world did not look as it had.
Undrat looked around him. It looked as if a forest had grown where the tarmac of the great warehouse complex had once been, and had then been burnt away to leave behind sticky black ash.
There was a heavy vehicle present. A large tracked vehicle, with a heavy cannon on it. The back was open, a ramp leading from the interior of the vehicle to the ground. Six bipeds with two arms walked down the ramp, all of them in some kind of black armor.
Undrat could tell they were Terrans. They moved like the Tukna'rn people. With strength and power, even though they were taller and thus more slender. He nodded to himself that they all had weapons, after all, the Overseer had stated that the Conglomerate was fighting the Terrans over the Tukna'rn and other neo-sapients on the planet.
Of course they were. The Tukna'rn were valuable property.
Two of the six Terrans were carrying something fascinating to Undrat. They worse what looked like a kind of loading frame that Undrat had been trained to use when the object to be loaded was too much for even his strength. The frame was also attached to a heavy looking gun with a barrel as thick as Undrat's arm, the bullets leading into the gun were bigger than Undrat's fingers. It even had a small screen angled for the Terran to be able to look at it. A datacable went from the gun to the armored arm of the Terran.
While the Terrans and the Overseer spoke, Undrat stared at the large gun. Curiosity, finally stirred to life by the entire situation, tickled at him. A strange feeling, but one that urged him to ask a single question instead of just mutely staring.
"Is it heavy?" Undrat asked, speaking without first being asked a question. He was not addressing anyone of rank, he knew that. The Overseer was talking with the two who obviously had ranking. There were merely the two with the big guns and two others with heavy looking rifles that looked almost unfinished.
The Terran looked at him, its face hidden by the black front of his helmet. It hefted the big gun. "It's pretty heavy."
"How much does it weigh?" Undrat asked, curious as to how much a Terran could carry.
"Ninety-two kilograms outside the man pack frame," the Terran said. "Total weight with the gunner's man-pack frame is one-hundred-twenty kilograms."
Undrat's datalink, which helped him with things he was slow to do, told him how much it weighed, which was as much as he weighed.
"Is it effective?" Undrat asked.
The Terran gave a nod. "Light and medium armored fighting vehicles don't stand a chance. If a tank gives me too long, I'll rip it apart. The clankers and the dwellerspawn don't stand a chance."
"Then it is good," Undrat said. falling silent. He admired the gun's lines, how lethal it looked.
If he had that, he could keep anyone from harming the Overseer, the Tukna'rn people, or the other neo-sapients in the shelter.
The Overseer had stopped talking, turning to look at him. Undrat pointed at the heavy gun and the Terran carrying it.
"May I look at it more closely, Overseer?" Undrat asked.
"If it does not bother the Terran, you have my permission loyal one," the Overseer said. He turned back to the Terran. "They are a good people and I do not allow them to come to harm. They are loyal, work hard, and ask for little in return but what they need to survive."
"Answer his questions, Corporal," the Terran said.
"Thank you for indulging him. Curiosity from his people is not common," the Overseer said. "They are slow to act unless ordered, but ultimately a gentle and trustworthy people."
Undrat put the rest of what the Overseer was saying out of his mind as he slowly moved over to the Terran.
One always moved slowly and obviously when approaching a stranger.
"Have you had it long?" Undrat asked.
"This particular one? About a month or so," the Terran said. "Command ordered at least one heavy gunner per squad once the Dwellerspawn started spawning heavy units in greater numbers."
Undrat looked around. The vegetation looked weird to him and he realized he never really paid too much attention to the plants unless he was tending to a greenhouse or field of crops.
"What are Dwellerspawn?" he asked.
"Bioweapons from outer space," the Terran said. "They landed a month ago, we had to use atomic and biowarfare to counter them."
"Oh," Undrat said.
"Have you been in the shelter the entire time?" the Terran asked.
"Yes," Undrat said, still staring at the weapon. He could see how it operated, although he was not sure about the function of the large orbs attached to the back of each of the ammunition boxes. Perhaps more ammunition? But why store it in a round object when a rectangular box would be more efficient?
"How long?" the Terran asked.
"Five hundred twenty-three sleep cycles," Undrat said. "We will have to go to half rations soon."
The Terran nodded.
After a while the Overseer turned around and made a motion at the Tukna'rn. "Follow. We must prepare for something."
Undrat was slightly disappointed to leave the interesting looking weapon behind, but he followed the Overseer. They moved to one of the cargo loading areas for the shelter and the Overseer brought up the elevator. He ordered the Tunka'rn to rest and they waited.
After some time the Overseer waved at Undrat and his cousin Akdru to follow. They moved over to the heavy door and opened it.
Heavy blocky looking vehicles towing a heavy trailer were backed up to the door. The Overseer and the two Tukna'rn used hand motions to guide the three trucks as they backed up. When they reached a point halfway to the cargo elevator they stopped.
Terrans got out and moved to the back, lowering the ramps in the back.
Inside were boxes marked as food, medicine, clothing, toys, blankets, entertainment, and survival parts.
The boxes were thick heavy metal, the kind Undrat had only previously seen on spaceships.
One of the Terrans told the Overseer that he could have the boxes sterilized by fire or UV light, it was safe for the contents.
The Tukna'rn worked without complaint alongside the Terrans to stack the contents of the trucks onto the elevator. Once it was fully loaded, the Overseer and Undrat's father rode it down.
It was back in half an hour and Undrat was proud of his fellow Tukna'rn in the shelters for unloading the elevator so quickly.
It went on, until finally the Overseer told the Terrans that the shelter's stocks were full again.
Undrat was glad. He was tired now but did not want to show it in front of the Terrans.
When he rode the elevator down with the last load of supplies, the Overseer told them all how he was proud of them, how they had done their people, and all the people in the shelter, proud that day.
When asked how much longer that the people must stay in the shelter, the Overseer startled them all.
"Until the Terrans say it is safe. The mad lemurs of Terra fight against the planet itself as the planet was corrupted by something vile from outer space," the Overseer said. "They are winning, but it is slow. We will all be safer in the shelter."
"This is our home. Should we not fight beside the lemurs?" Undrat asked.
The Overseer looked at him. "I am proud of your willingness to fight next to the lemurs, but no, you are untrained in combat. I will not waste your life."
Undrat felt pleasure in the fact that the Overseer still considered him valuable.
So Undrat stayed in the shelter. Helping maintain it, waiting patiently for the Terrans to say it was all clear.
Less than a hundred sleep cycles passed before he was allowed to leave the shelter.
The habitation where he had lived was gone, a pile of scorched rubble now overgrown with grass and moss. The dining facility was little more than crumbled plascrete. The vast warehouses were flattened, the tarmac reduced to thick soil.
The Overseer led them to a place with thick walls. For almost a week he simply waited to be told what to do. He sat on his bunk for most days, watching the colorful programs on the vidslate he had been given, the cloth one piece clothing as comfortable as the boots.
After that the Overseer told them that they would help the Terrans.
He carried boxes, moved machinery, helped the Terrans as they kept "Refugee City Tau" working and providing comfort for everyone.
One day the Overseer came to Undrat's room that he shared with three others. The Overseer sent the other three out and sat down on a chair, folding his arms.
"Worker Undrat, while we were in the shelters you expressed a desire to fight next to the mad lemurs of Terra," the Overseer said.
"I did," Undrat said after a moment. It took him a moment to remember, but he remembered it with perfect clarity.
"Is that still true?" the Overseer asked.
Undrat sat and thought about it. The Overseer waiting patiently. Finally Undrat looked at the Overseer.
"It is."
The Overseer nodded. "The Terran Confederate Military Forces are recruiting neo-sapients like your people. You are a good solid dependable being and a hard worker. I will be pleased to refer your name to their recruiters."
"Thank you, Overseer," Undrat said, and meant it.
The Overseer left.
Two days later the Terrans came and got him. They had him take tests. Written, verbal, video. Tests of logic and math and spelling and problem solving. He answered the questions one by one if he could, if he could not, he simply moved to the next one once he realized he could not answer it. After that came the physical tests. Then tests regarding his emotional and psychological state.
Three days later the Overseer informed him that he was accepted into the Terran military and that he was to go and choose one of the many jobs he had tested for.
The Overseer urged him to be diligent in his studies when the Terrans trained him for his new job.
Undrat agreed.
A day later the Overseer came to see him off as the Terrans loaded him and others into a heavy vehicle to take them to Camp Alpha for training.
A year later, Undrat went to see the Overseer in his new uniform. The Overseer expressed pleasure in seeing him and expressed pride in Undrat at graduating from the difficult Terran military training.
He told the Overseer that he was a "Heavy Weapon Specialist" in the Terran Army now.
The Overseer urged him to be diligent and attentive to training and his duties, as the Overseer was in ensuring that the neo-sapients, the people, under his care received the highest level of comfort and necessities he could.
Another year passed. Undrat trained hard, mindful of the Overseer's words. He often wrote to his family, and the Overseer, about his training. He learned how to use many different weapons, from a simple magnetic acceleration pistol to the massive 155mm Hellbore crew served self-propelled gun. He learned to operate weapons from the doors of strikers, mounted on vehicles, or just plopped into the dirt. He learned how to call for close air support, for artillery, for orbital bombardment, for medical dustoffs.
The Overseer wrote back, praising Undrat for his diligence.
It had been two years to the day that Undrat had joined the Terran military when it happened.
The sirens went off again.
This time, the words from beyond were different.
YOU BELONG TO US
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putting estrogen in people through items we use everyday

So we all know there are conspiracies that range from the illuminati, to lizards taking over the world, to mole people living underground making french fries for an upcoming Earth Party. I have a conspiracy that i recently dug into, and im not sure how much of it is actually impactful on our bodies or lives, but ill put on my tin foil hat and share the information ive found so a discussion can be started.
note to all: im not saying anything about anything, i just went through a few links i found interesting and came up with a crazy conclusion. i am not a doctor and im sure i got some information wrong.
Firstly, is there a powerful group of people who try to control the general population? probably, but maybe not. if there was though, they definitely would be trying to alter and shape us in multiple ways, for multiple reasons. what if one of these ways is through giving us excess estrogen?
Estrogen is possibly being put into our bodies via everyday items containing xenoestrogen.
first, a little background info.
what is estrogen? how does it effect the human body?
Estrogen, or oestrogen, is a category of sex hormone responsible for the development and regulation of the female reproductive system and secondary sex characteristics.
It is basically the hormone that makes women, women.
okay, now regarding the conspiracy, recently i came across the rabbit hole of xenoestrogen https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Xenoestrogen . its basically a synthetic compound imitating estrogen. it can be found in common products that we use everyday. this is apparently everywhere. literally. xenoestrogen is found in BPA, phthalates, parabens, zeranol, insecticides, pesticides, and even the most widely used herbicide in the U.S. why is this important? we'll get back to that later.
well first, what is BPA? sinply put, BPA is used to make certain types of plastics. plastics we use every day.
"BPA-based plastic is clear and tough, and is made into a variety of common consumer goods, such as plastic bottles including water bottles, food storage containers (commonly called "Tupperware"), baby bottles,[3] sports equipment, CDs, and DVDs."
Epoxy resins derived from BPA are used to line water pipes, as coatings on the inside of many food and beverage cans, and in making thermal paper such as that used in sales receipts.[4] In 2015, an estimated 4 million tonnes of BPA-derived chemical were produced, making it one of the highest volume of chemicals produced worldwide.[5]
BPA is a xenoestrogen, exhibiting estrogen-mimicking, hormone-like properties.[6] Although the effect is very weak, the pervasiveness of BPA-containing materials raises concerns. Since 2008, several governments have investigated its safety, which prompted some retailers to withdraw polycarbonate products. Since then, BPA-free plastics have been manufactured using alternative bisphenols such as bisphenol S and bisphenol F, but there is controversy around whether these are actually safer.[7]
BPA Health Effects
>BPA's ability to mimic the effects of natural estrogen derive from the similarity of phenol groups on both BPA and estradiol, which enable this synthetic molecule to trigger estrogenic pathways in the body.[23] Typically phenol-containing molecules similar to BPA are known to exert weak estrogenic activities, thus it is also considered an endocrine disruptor (ED) and estrogenic chemical.[24] Xenoestrogens is another category the chemical BPA fits under because of its capability to interrupt the network that regulates the signals which control the reproductive development in humans and animals.[25]
BPA has been found to bind to both of the nuclear estrogen receptors (ERs), ERα and ERβ. It is 1000- to 2000-fold less potent than estradiol. BPA can both mimic the action of estrogen and antagonize estrogen, indicating that it is a selective estrogen receptor modulator (SERM) or partial agonist of the ER. At high concentrations, BPA also binds to and acts as an antagonist of the androgen receptor (AR).
In 1997, adverse effects of low-dose BPA exposure in laboratory animals were first proposed.[26] Modern studies began finding possible connections to health issues caused by exposure to BPA during pregnancy and during development. As of 2014, research and debates are ongoing as to whether BPA should be banned or not.
According to the European Food Safety Authority "BPA poses no health risk to consumers of any age group (including unborn children, infants and adolescents) at current exposure levels".[29] But in 2017 the European Chemicals Agency concluded that BPA should be listed as a substance of very high concern due to its properties as an endocrine disruptor.[30]
In 2012, the United States' Food and Drug Administration (FDA) banned the use of BPA in baby bottles.[31]
The U.S. Environmental Protection Agency (EPA) also holds the position that BPA is not a health concern. In 2011, Andrew Wadge, the chief scientist of the United Kingdom's Food Standards Agency, commented on a 2011 U.S. study on dietary exposure of adult humans to BPA,[32] saying, "This corroborates other independent studies and adds to the evidence that BPA is rapidly absorbed, detoxified, and eliminated from humans – therefore is not a health concern."[33]
The Endocrine Society said in 2015 that the results of ongoing laboratory research gave grounds for concern about the potential hazards of endocrine-disrupting chemicals – including BPA – in the environment, and that on the basis of the precautionary principle these substances should continue to be assessed and tightly regulated.[34] A 2016 review of the literature said that the potential harms caused by BPA were a topic of scientific debate and that further investigation was a priority because of the association between BPA exposure and adverse human health effects including reproductive and developmental effects and metabolic disease.[35]
In July 2019, the European Union upheld a decision by the European Chemicals Agency to list BPA as a substance of very high concern, the first step in the procedure for restrictions of its use. The decision is based on concerns about BPA's toxicity for human reproduction.[36]
what are phthalates?
They are mainly used as plasticizers, i.e., substances added to plastics to increase their flexibility, transparency, durability, and longevity. Phthalates are used in a large variety of products, from enteric coatings of pharmaceutical pills and nutritional supplements to viscosity control agents, gelling agents, film formers, stabilizers, dispersants, lubricants, binders, emulsifying agents, and suspending agents. End-applications include adhesives and glues, agricultural adjuvants, building materials, personal-care products, medical devices, detergents and surfactants, packaging, children's toys, modelling clay, waxes, paints, printing inks and coatings, pharmaceuticals, food products, and textiles. Phthalates are also frequently used in soft plastic fishing lures, caulk, paint pigments, and sex toys made of so-called "jelly rubber". Phthalates are used in a variety of household applications such as shower curtains, vinyl upholstery, adhesives, floor tiles, food wrap film, and cleaning materials. Personal-care items containing phthalates include perfume, eye shadow, moisturizer, nail polish, liquid soap, and hair spray.[11] "
what are parabens?
>Parabens are a class of widely used preservatives in cosmetic and pharmaceutical products. Chemically, they are a series of parahydroxybenzoates or esters of parahydroxybenzoic acid (also known as 4-hydroxybenzoic acid). Parabens are effective preservatives in many types of formulas. These compounds, and their salts, are used primarily for their bactericidal and fungicidal properties. They are found in shampoos, commercial moisturizers, shaving gels, personal lubricants, topical/parenteral pharmaceuticals, suntan products, makeup,[1] and toothpaste. They are also used as food preservatives.
health effects
Most of the available paraben toxicity data are from single-exposure studies, meaning one type of paraben in one type of product. According to paraben research this is relatively safe, posing only a negligible risk to the endocrine system. However, since many types of parabens in many types of products are used commonly, further assessment of the additive and cumulative risk of multiple paraben exposure from daily use of multiple cosmetic and/or personal care products is needed.[8] FDA states that they have no information that use of parabens in cosmetics has any effect on health. They continue to consider certain questions and evaluate data about parabens' possible health effects.[9]
estrogen effects
Animal experiments have shown that parabens have weak estrogenic activity, acting as xenoestrogens.[13]The estrogenic activity of parabens increases with the length of the alkyl group. It is believed that propylparaben is estrogenic to a certain degree as well,[15] though this is expected to be less than butylparaben by virtue of its less lipophilic nature. Since it can be concluded that the estrogenic activity of butylparaben is negligible under normal use, the same should be concluded for shorter analogs due to estrogenic activity of parabens increasing with the length of the alkyl group.
but like they stated earlier in the article, >However, since many types of parabens in many types of products are used commonly, further assessment of the additive and cumulative risk of multiple paraben exposure from daily use of multiple cosmetic and/or personal care products is needed
what is Zeranol?
Zeranol is currently used as an anabolic growth promoter for livestock in the US[76] and Canada.[77] It has been banned in the EU since 1985,[78] but is still present as a contaminant in food through meat products that were exposed to it.[12]
what is Altrazine?
Atrazine is widely used as an herbicide *to control broad-leaf weed species that grow in crops such as corn, sugarcane, hay and winter wheat. Atrazine is also applied to Christmas trees, residential lawns, golf courses, and other recreational areas. Atrazine is the second largest selling pesticide in the world and *estimated to be the most heavily used herbicide in the United States.[12]
there are other sources of xenoestrogen in our every day lives, but this is getting a little long. basically though, a bunch of now banned/restricted pesticides had it. sources confirm that there are still large traces of all of these compounds in the soil, air, and water, due to their inability to degrade easy.
tldr;
even though xenoestrogen is apparently "less potent" than for example, estradiol, a steroid hormone, we arent only being affected from one source. we are being bombarded from everywhere. with so many different sources of xenoestrogen in things we use every single day, multiple times per day, and with no/few studies being done on how all of these combine and how they effect our bodies, i find it hard to believe that we are not being affected. what do you think?
sources 1. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Estrogen 2. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Xenoestrogen 3. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bisphenol_A 4. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phthalates 5. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paraben
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Getting your first car when you're 18 is dumb and outright a bad investment

Ps: this might only be a thing where I live, but it is considered strange when parents don't buy their children a car when they turn 18
I get the sentimental value, but usually it turns out to be waste of money. Usually the car is old, or broken, meaning the repair costs as well as fuel costs are excessive to say the least. Also usually the cars have very little safety features, making them a hazard to drive. I understand that if a person lives far from home, or they are not living with their parents that they would need a car, but most 18 year olds (at least where I live) are usually still in school, why not just borrow a parent's car, or get an alternative vehicle rather than paying extra money and running a risk of fatal injury due to a lack of safety features by getting a shitty car when you're 18
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Overweight Person Tries to Deploy and Jeopardizes Everyone’s Safety

***Edited to add that the person in question is a civilian, not military***
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Several years ago when the conflicts in the Middle East were ramped up, there was a call for folks to deploy over to support operations in Iraq. For military, this is a standard thing but for civilians, this was a coveted opportunity to make extra income (Hazard pay, tax exemptions, bonuses, etc). Because of this many would volunteer for the assignment despite the rough physical demands (extreme heat, possible combat) that precluded many from taking the assignments.
Despite all this, there was a severely overweight person who volunteered time and time again for the assignment. Each time, their supervision would deny it due to the obvious health concerns of an obese individual going to a warzone. Then, out of some moment of madness, someone approved their request to deploy. Keep in mind, this person was so large that they had to fly first class due to not being able to fit into the standard seats; this will be important later.
The day comes when this rotund individual makes their way on out to deploy. After the several hours of flying and transfers, they arrive to the blistering heat of Iraq. Now, standard procedure from departing the plane and getting to the base was to go via armed convoy. Each person is also made to where body armor while riding in the vehicles for their protection. This is not optional and is strictly enforced due to the nature of the area.
Well, upon arrival, the young soldier leading the convoy is greeted by this massive person and soon realizes that not only is there no body armor large enough to fit them, but they will not fit in the armored vehicles they arrived in. After exhausting his options to try and fit this oversized person into the cramped confines of the HUMVEE, he radios back to base to inform them of the problem.
(Not the exact verbiage used)
Soldier “Base, we have an issue”
Colonel “What is the issue”
Soldier “The personnel from the airport will not fit”
Colonel “What do you mean will not fit”
Soldier Sheepishly speaks “They can’t fit in the vehicles”
Colonel “WHAT!?”
The chatter devolves into shock and profanity as the soldier tries to explain how large this person is and the failed logistics of trying to fit several hundred pounds of human into a restrictive armored truck. All this while, the convoy is sitting out in the open, essentially leaving everyone involved open to attacks. What was supposed to be a quick pickup has now turned into an extended stay in front of the airport.
After a significant amount of time had been spent trying to solve this oversized riddle, the conclusion was to send out what was called a “bread truck” that was normally only used to transport supplies on base. This thing was unarmored and was never intended to leave the confines of the base. Instead, it was now being used to haul a single person through the desert flanked by armed trucks that attempted to act as a “shield” in the event of an attack. Once they arrived on base, the Colonel in charge was livid, and rightfully so. In his frustration, he berated the oversized person and was then followed by furious call back stateside to demand an explanation of why anyone would have thought it was a good idea to send someone this large out to a warzone. In the end, whoever approved them to go, became indignified to be chastised for sending a clearly physically unqualified person, and doubled down on their resolve to leave that individual there for the duration of the deployment. This created all sorts of issues for the base commander who now had to accommodate someone that was maybe 3-4 times the size of his standard service member. They ended up having to refit a storage container to become their office which, in the desert heat, became a very uncomfortable place to be. The conclusion of all this ended up being that the person could not handle the heat as well as just overall deployed life and had to be sent home early and replaced with another individual. Mind you, the whole debacle with the convoy had to be repeated to get them back to the airport.
TLDR; Oversized person volunteered for deployment that they were not qualified for, jeopardizing everyone’s safety and becoming a general headache.
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Notes and Highlights of Kentucky Governor Andy Beshear’s Live Update February 4, 2021

Notes and Highlights of Kentucky Governor Andy Beshear’s Live Update February 4, 2021
Notes by mr_tyler_durden and Daily Update Team
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Headlines
  1. It's a new partnership with the Kentucky Chamber of Commerce that's going to help us build a better Kentucky, one with a stronger post-COVID economy and good paying career opportunities for our state's residents. The new partnership is called the Discover Kentucky Initiative, and it will grow European company investment and jobs in our Commonwealth.
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Soundless Conflicts - 42

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"Alright, crazy thought here: How about we just run like everything's on fire?"
"Seriously, Em." Jamet was having trouble focusing. Something about combining adrenaline highs and stress seemed to be making the medication wear off faster. That warm, comfortable quilt of numbness was more like a thin blanket now, thrown over the smoking oven of agony that was her arm. Fear and worry made every reply a biting snap. "If you can't think of anything-"
"Actually, that is not too bad of an idea." Accidental peacemaker wasn't a role Paul typically played. "We have two opposing forces here, both far out of our ability to handle. Why not hunker down, or leave entirely? Let them fight each other?"
"Would that work?" Siers seemed to be honestly considering the merits. His quiet voice filled the comm link and bounced off the dirty walls of Jamet's control center. "The Kipper's drive is available, after all. We simply couldn't use it because of the risk. But with those manufacturing drones distracted by the new arrival could we make use of it in the confusion? Escape the system?"
"Ah, not to throw a wrench in this or anythin', but ah'm currently in a lifeboat? While ah do like you all, especially Em-"
"Aww, that bought you a free pass." Fake sniffles drifted through the transmission.
"-ah'm not really interested in dyin' out here while everyone makes a run for it. That's more the LT's thing."
"It's been less than an hour and already that's going to be a joke?" Jamet shifted slightly, trying to find a position that relieved pressure on her arm. There wasn't any such magical angle or adjustment (of course) but her hindbrain couldn't help it. Something was wrong and instincts as old as humanity kept her moving restlessly in search of comfort. "I really feel like being willing to literally explode for you all should get me some credit. Seriously!"
"Maybe if you pulled it off, Impossible, but that ship's blasted off." Emilia made whooshing noises. "Since you're sticking around it's gonna be nonstop comments for a loooong while."
"Back on track, everyone. Lieutenant?" Siers sent an updated system map, all combatants tagged with distance and speed markers. "What are the odds we can pick up Janson's lifeboat and get to you before the fight lands on your doorstep?"
She eyed it, leveraging less than a week's worth of manual navigation refresher courses. "That's a good question. That new ship? The Tulip? It seems to be much slower than the drones, it's barely over a four thousand miles a second. If that's their top speed even the Kipper could beat it in a straight line." Jamet stuck a leg in the air, then used her heel to slide the system map around. "Uh, just doing math in my head but it looks like fifteen minutes or so before my location becomes a brawl. Someone check that?"
"Seems correct."
"Eh, about right. Lifeboat's giving me a little under seventeen, though."
"Alright. In that case my professional opinion is," the line went silent as everyone metaphorically leaned in, breath held. "It was wonderful knowing you all."
"Booo!"
Siers didn't sound amused. "Hush, Comms. Explain that, lieutenant? And please be very persuasive, because I am a moment away from undocking and giving it a serious attempt." A confirmation beep echoed over the line, followed by the tap of an authorization being entered. "In fact I am already shutting down non-essential systems. Paul? Please close down Environmental in case we suffer more boarders."
"I will need Janson's access for ship bulkheads and hatch closures."
"Granted. Make a note please, Jackson."
"...uh. Ah will?" Then, in quiet confusion: "Jackson?"
"Whoa, hold on! Don't!" Jamet leaned into the console pickup like physical distance would help the argument. "That's not possible-- it took the lifeboat at full burn most of a day to get here. The ship can move a lot faster but you're also talking about doing it by manual navigation, with a casual stop to pick up a lifeboat on the way. How hard do you think that is?" Visions of her failed simulated Kipper ships tearing apart filled Jamet's imagination, spewing pixelated coins and crewmembers across hard vacuum. "Because I'm here to tell you I don't think I could do a drive-by pickup without a ridiculous amount of practice."
"Understood, lieutenant. I'll be using automated navigation, then. Comms, could you mind plotting a course, if you haven't already..?" More clicks and a ringing confirmation.
She sped up, distracting herself from a throbbing sensation that seemed to be making the entire room jump in time with her pulse. "Too slow! The automated system would plot an intercept, move there, decelerate for a mandatory five minutes, then coordinate with the lifeboat for an easy coupling." Jamet blew an exasperated breath. "Which takes another ten minutes minimum because of safety systems. By the time the ship turned this way you'd be looking right at a cloud of pieces where the smelter used to be."
"Well just do it in reverse, then?" The short technician practically added a 'duh' on the end. "Go straight to the smelter, pull the Princess out of her tin castle and turn around."
Jamet leaned as far to the left as she could, setting a sweat-covered forehead on the skinsuit's forearm. It felt cool, refreshing. Or maybe her face was just burning up. Was it possible to have a fever from a broken arm? Or from too many injections? "Damn this hurts."
Paul was immediately suspicious. "What hurts?"
"Doesn't matter. Em, even if you started right this instant it would be something like fifteen minutes just to get here." She took a deep breath and immediately regretted it as everything went fuzzy. "You'd still be going... through docking... when it hit."
He wouldn't let up. "Jamet. Can you hear me? What hurts? Medications in those kits are exceptionally strong. You should not be feeling anything."
"Arm. Throbbing, making me dizzy." Stars crossed through the room, diving from the overheads. Moving her head caused afterimages to jump from every surface-- dozens of consoles like ghosts, only coming together into a solid object when she stopped moving. "Everything is jumping around, catching up to itself." Did that make sense? Someone was shouting about explosions now, tone loud and scared. "It's okay. It missed." Jamet tried to be reassuring but everything felt like it was spinning out of sync.
"What missed?" Paul seemed confused and alarmed in equal measures. "Lieutenant, be completely honest-- did you take the other medications? Because if you used the air cast without-"
Emilia broke in, yelling. "It's firing again! Look! The ship is lighting up!"
Jamet lolled her head to one side, fighting through dozens of afterimages until the workspace came into view. It was true: On screen the damaged flower ship was lighting up. Every remaining leaf slowly gathered a limn of white fire that moved like congealed smoke, power smoothly arcing forward from the bright ring at the back of the vessel. Whatever process the Tulip used to charge up was obviously hampered by losing petals; at least four of the huge pieces spun in freefall behind it now in torn segments. Swarm drones buzzed and dove around it like angry insects.
Its course, however, was undeterred-- still aimed directly at the smelter and the battered co-CEO inside. In fact, it was aiming very directly at it. Janson took control of their shared transmission, sounding extremely concerned. "Uhm, it is about to shoot the LT?"
"Oh shit! Impossible, that thing is about to blast you!" She could practically hear Emilia's arms waving around. "Get out! Or find something to hide behind!"
"S'alright," she mumbled, eyes squinting at the display. Markers were jumping around like fading dots, moving forward and back across half a dozen display ghosts. It was hard to focus on just one. "It missed."
"It hasn't even fired yet!"
Petals finally hit final charge, each tip blazing with contained balls of power normally reserved for primary stars. They dipped together, touching each to the central column in a radiant explosion that instantly turned to a supernova flash that whited out the workstation display. But that was fine because Jamet could feel the beam go by: A soundless roar like standing too close to a power relay when it suddenly goes to full charge. Invisible fields smashed through the entire interior of the control room, sending loose tools and metallic scrap into a brief tornado of movement. Even the overhead lights blurred, shadows jumping back and forth where there shouldn't be any.
For a brief moment Jamet saw someone by her chair, tall and lithe like a bird, bent over with an air of confused inspection. She turned, surprised and ready to shout, but they were gone before her eyes could track. Only trash and tools remained, dozens of afterimages flying around each until they resolved into a single item. "S'that?"
"Lieutenant!" Siers was nearly shouting. "Report if you're alive!"
"It missed! It missed the smelter! Holy shit, she called it!" Then, incredibly: "Wait, how the hell could it miss with a shot that big? Impossible should be atoms right now."
"Actually, she called it before it happened." Paul sounded thoughtful. "Which has me concerned about causality again. But what was it aiming at, if not the smelter? Emilia, help me backtrack the recording. What was near the smelter before it fired?"
Siers brushed the question aside with crisp orders. "We're leaving. Lieutenant, if you're awake, prepare to receive us in as early as ten minutes. I'm going to manually-"
Metallic hail started hammering the outside of her smelting facility, terrifically loud bangs and pings than sending consoles into a frenzy of status updates. Alarms began blaring a moment later, nearly drowning out the comm link.
"Noooo." She slurred the word, then focused. "Navigational... hazard." It felt like lifting an entire mountain but she got a foot up on the console, running cold toes through every blurry image until enough indicators received acknowledgement to shut up the alarms. "He hit... drone cluster... near me."
"Captain, I am forwarding footage from before that shot." Another callout appeared on the workspace, showing the smelter and a region of busy space beyond it. Hundreds of asteroids spun through the image in slow tumbles, in and out of frame until Paul highlighted something. "There, about five thousand miles away. See it?"
Janson sure did. "Ah, that's the tailings."
"The what? It looks metallic, how did we not see that on scan?" Siers was furious.
"We did!" Emilia pulled the image back, then highlighted both the smelter and Paul's marker. "It's a part of the smelter operation! That's where they dump waste products, stuff they don't want or can't use. It's supposed to be there, it's a part of the facility so our visual scan didn't bother cataloging it."
"Makes sense. Smelters don't get everythin', always a pile of tailings layin' around. Looks like it was getting converted into something a lot bigger than contaminate storage, though."
He was right-- with the image zoomed close everyone could see the telltale hexagons eating half the side of the dump site. "How large is- or I suppose was it? Comms, Engineer?"
Emilia sounded unhappy. "Couple hundred miles wide, sir. It's, uh... a lot of dump in one spot."
"Ah! I knew there was a reason. Captain, remember when ah was confused about where their exotic materials were comin' from? I think that was it. Hell of a good recycler on those drones, I'm guessing." Janson seemed pleased to have a puzzle solved.
Siers' voice hit with a reverb and echo effect from using the ship broadcast at the same time as their conference call. "All personnel, prepare for undocking and maneuvers. Harnesses are required, find one immediately." He switched back to normal. "Lieutenant, we're coming if you can hear me."
Wait-- they did this part already. Didn't they? Jamet was so tired everything came through with a weird echo. "Nooo. Navigation... hazard. Don't."
"Oh! Wait, don't!" Emilia repeated Jamet in a panicked tone. "That hit scattered debris everywhere! Well, whatever wasn't vaporized. We'll be going at high speed face-first into chunks of metal and pieces of whatever those drones are. Can we handle more damage like that?"
The overheads flickered around Jamet's control room. She looked up with bleary eyes, slowly tracking around the area as shadows jumped across every space. Everything was throbbing now, from her arm all the way down to both legs. A pounding heartbeat, rolling back and forth like a tide felt in every bone and muscle. Each pulse made the room bright and dark again, sending a dizzying number of reflections and ghost movements spinning out of sight. Nausea hit like a tidal wave, held back only by deep breaths and raw will.
She looked towards the only safe place in the room: Straight upwards over the chair. The portrait was still there, wry and half-amused, poised to speak but silent. Jamet took comfort in the non-motion of the marker strokes while focusing on keeping herself from vomiting, trying to ignore sweat rolling underneath pieces of skinsuit.
"-I'm willing to try, lieutenant. Can you hear me?" Siers asked it with the sad tone of someone expecting bad news.
"I'm... here..." Why did this seem so familiar?
"Sir, I don't think we can fly into that. Nobody can, not until fragments of that blast have time to clear out. Even then it'll take a wrecker with some heavy singularities to eat the big stuff." Emilia was trying to be reasonable and sad at the same time. "Ask Impossible, she'll say the same."
His voice was rough on the communications line. "Lieutenant-- Jamet-- if you're still there: The shot wasn't aimed at the facility. We think it was meant for a nearby drone cluster and you were right on the edge."
She said that before. Didn't she? Just a bit ago?
"But the debris is a significant navigational hazard."
Navigational hazard. Jamet whispered the words at the same time. She definitely said that first, just a minute ago. Even the portrait agreed, eyes permanently turned away in sardonic disbelief.
Siers sounded fatalistic, nearly haunted. "We are undocked now and I need to know if you believe we can make it to you." Jamet opened her mouth, lips moving as she mouthed the next words with him: "I'm willing to try, lieutenant. Can you hear me?"
The portrait overhead slowly came to life. Marker lines blurred, afterimages splitting off in visions of different poses. Eyes closed, then open. Mouth smiling and then frowning, eyebrows slanted in sarcasm or raised in surprise. The artist caught in this chair for a year and a half going through hundreds, then thousands of different possibilities in the space of a long breath. Not just a single picture: Every possible combination they ever could have drawn, given infinite tries and inspiration. Black marks of emotion; rage giving way to despair, then loneliness and isolation as time went on and on, endlessly, no communications, no one coming...
...and Jamet could see it now, see her arm lifted overhead. Whole and unbroken, pointing a thick black marker like a paintbrush. One stroke at a time, pauses in between that lasted both days and instants all at once. But the skinsuit arm was wrong-- thinner than hers, the material red with silver slashes. And the glove was off, showing bird-thin wrists and a long, slender artist's hand holding the marker lightly in a three finger grip. It wasn't hers. She was seeing someone else, sitting in the same immoveable chair, tied to the same spot by an evil system.
"It's time," she whispered as realization hit, hearing the long-gone artist say those exact words with her. The same words, at the same time, but different meanings: Jamet spoke with wonder and realization, remembering Paul's comment about tachyons and the Siers' confusion over recordings. But the past woman said it differently, with despair and heartbreak roiling under a shell of depression.
Jamet tried again, wanting to explain what was happening to herself and the past ghost all at once. "We're together." She meant it as an explanation-- I am here, with you. Do you see? We're the same right now. The ghost whispered it at the same time, but aimed upwards at the completed portrait. Like a prayer. Like a goodbye. We're together.
Then they sheared off, afterimages of a smaller woman sitting up in the chair and stepping down. Ghost lights dying as past systems shut down, leaving her in a twilight darkness. Jamet craned to watch as the shadow moved away, stepping to the airlock with her marker still held in one hand...
"Lieutenant! We are on our way!" Siers yelled it as if he were in the next room, trying to be heard over a rush of sound.
The ghost of an airlock opened for the woman, both there and not at once. She watched a figment of echo and shadow walk through a closed hatch, then murmured to the comm pickup. "No, you're not." Jamet shook her head. "You haven't left yet."
The afterimage faded away, leaving behind only her airlock. Sealed, solid and real. But Jamet could still hear the marker, squeaking and slashing at the other side. A furious shade writing months of tearful anger on the mausoleum walls.
Her head didn't throb any more. But the images were still there, skating off every wrapper, piece of paper or console. Dozens of possibilities, overlapping at once. She looked down at the workspace, seeing the incoming fight both far away and right on top of the smelter all at once. A dot labelled Kipper jumped positions every time Jamet blinked, crossing from right next to the derelict habitation ring to halfway between them with each motion.
But never farther. No matter how many times Jamet looked, the Kipper's course always stopped with a terrible finality. Like an egg thrown against a wall, the dot zipping along and suddenly smashed, gone. The implication wasn't hard to grasp: Collision. Destruction. But communicating that horrible outcome was a problem. Where was she right now? When was she at this moment? Could she do anything about it, and how?
Perhaps she could cheat. It seemed simple, really, all about the timing. Jamet waited until the Kipper's callout reset to the habitation ring, then spoke as strong and clearly as she could into the console's audio: "I'm here. Emilia is right: You'll all die in the debris wave. Don't come."
She waited for the dot to move again, to fly into a fatal collision at the desperate speed of friendship. But it didn't move-- possibilities, collapsed. Paradox solved. "It can change," Jamet whispered in tone of stunned joy. Then she laughed, head thrown back. "We can change it!"
And the portrait over her head turned, looking downward with surprise and something close to anger. Endless possibilities of marker strokes condensed into a single storm cloud of expression, deep lines and forced perspective conspiring in groups of shading to give the illusion of motion.
Beautifully drawn eyes focused across a distance too impossible to put a number on, slowly catching Jamet's in a look of surprise they both shared at the same time.
What... are you?
"What are you?"
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What would have happened had I stopped my car?

There’s a TL;DR at the end, though I definitely recommend reading the story to its entirety to get a better picture.
To preface this, I love to drive. Like, hours-long drives to nowhere with no destination in mind, just me, my music, and the road ahead of me. Living in Nebraska, I’d often take back roads or lonely highways cutting through the countryside to small towns and eventually cities, and I’d usually take these drives at night since there was less traffic to worry about. I’ve done it since I’ve had my license foufive years ago, and I’ve never once had any sort of issue, nor have I ever run into any trouble.
That was, until a few nights ago.
For reference, I’m a relatively small 22 year old female, and as I’ve stated before I often take these drives completely and utterly alone. They’re a good way to clear my head when I’m stressed, upset, or overwhelmed, or for me to get a plan together to sort personal issues out. I’ve also done these long and lonely drives to get away from the toxicity of my household when I used to live with my parents as a means of coping with their alcoholism, though now that I’ve moved out and am in a much better place mentally I don’t really have the urge to get in my car and just drive anymore.
However on the night this event took place I was feeling pretty overwhelmed, stressed, and anxious with a clusterfuck of personal issues I’d rather not get into. I felt restless and irritable around my boyfriend, couldn’t focus on anything else, and decided I would take a drive to clear my head. My boyfriend was understanding and told me to be careful and to not be gone for too terribly long, since it was getting pretty late. I agreed, gave him a kiss goodbye, and left.
I drove around our city for about thirty minutes, but I was still feeling on-edge about everything transpiring in my personal life so I decided to drive further north down those familiar, dark, winding one-lane highways.
I kept the car at a steady 65 MPH, taking the turns at a slower pace in case a deer jumped out around the bend and was just admiring the vast empty darkness of the snow-capped fields and barren trees. It was honestly a bit creepy being all alone with no cars in sight, in seemingly the middle of nowhere, the few houses miles back from the road lightless and the dead cornfields withered away and covered in the snow. It was like something out of a horror movie, and I half-expected to see a ghost pop up in my rear-view mirror or see someone clamber out from the patches of trees dotting the horizon. The only light came from my headlights, and even then I still strained to see through the inky darkness of the night. By now it was just after 11, and I told myself that once I made the familiar roundabout that would either take you to a small town or back up towards the city, I would head back to the city and home. That roundabout was still maybe 15-25 minutes away, but other than my imagination picturing the worst I wasn’t really all that concerned. I mean, I was by myself. I didn’t have any other motorists to worry about, right?
Wrong.
As I’m rounding another bend, I notice a vehicle with its hazards flashing maybe a quarter of a mile or something away from me. It was some sort of sedan, dark colored, and was angled to where only part of it was on the shoulder while the rest was jutted out onto the road, like they had to pull over in a hurry but didn’t quite manage to do that. The driver’s side door was flung wide open, and as I slowed my vehicle down and angled it towards the opposite side of the road to pass I could make out what looked like maybe blood on the inside of the open door. I didn’t see anyone on the road or in the car, and I was the only motorist in sight.
Cell phone reception is spotty at best in this part of the country, but more often than not you couldn’t get reception no matter how hard you prayed, which was definitely the case when I took a glance at my phone to see if I had any service. So, a lone female on the road, at night, pulling up near a vacant vehicle that looks like someone had been attacked on the inside, with no cell service.
Now, I’m no dummy. I’ve watched countless episodes of Investigation Discovery and Criminal Minds and read far too many true crime books to know that this had “bad” and “danger” written all over it. But there was still a small part of me that worried something terrible had happened to whoever was in that vehicle, and I thought I needed to help. These roads don’t get a lot of traffic late at night, and temperatures were well below freezing. If someone were hurt or in trouble, there was no one and nothing else to help them but me.
Still, I erred on the side of caution. I was still driving my car, though a bit more slowly, and as I approached the vehicle I rolled down my passenger window a bit, shut off the music, and called out.
“Hey! Anyone there? Are you okay?”
I didn’t hear a response. I worried they were passed out somewhere, but I wasn’t about to get out and look for them. I told myself I’d call out one last time, and if I didn’t hear anything I would leave and the moment there was reception I’d call it in. And if I did hear someone, well, I’d figure out my next course of action then.
So, again I shout, “Hey! What happened? Are you okay?”
There was silence for a beat, and then I heard rustling in the shadows of the trees, followed by a gruff voice saying, “Yeah.” I was relieved at first, and was about to say something in response or possibly even stop my car and get out, when I noticed three things nearly simultaneously;
As I inched my way past the front of the sedan, I noticed there was no damage to the hood or anywhere else on the vehicle, which I found to be strange considering the blood on the inside of the door.
In my rear view mirror, I caught a glance of someone coming out from behind the sedan and they were making their way towards my car, fast.
The person did not have any blood on them or appeared injured in any way, wearing a mask —not like a face mask for COVID or a ski mask or anything normal, but one of those masks you would see in the Purge movies, and they were holding something in their hand. I don’t know what it was, I couldn’t get a good look, but from its length and shape my guess was maybe a tire iron or a crowbar or something.
I don’t need to tell you that I slammed on the gas the moment I noticed those things and drove like a bat straight out of hell, my heart thundering in my chest and my entire body shaking. My window was still rolled down in my haste and the music was still shut off so I could very clearly hear someone, definitely a man, shouting at me, though I had no clue what they were saying. I just knew I had to get out of there immediately.
I stole one last look in my rear view mirror as I drove away, mostly to see if they were getting in their sedan to follow chase or if they had stopped. The man with the weapon was still standing in the middle of the road watching me, and right before I looked away from the mirror I saw a second man emerge from the trees that had been rustling earlier, also wearing one of those creepy masks and no trace of blood on him.
I probably broke every law for speeding that night, but I wanted to get as far away from those men as possible. As soon as I made it to the roundabout, I turned towards town, parked in the Walmart parking lot that thankfully still had cars from who I assumed were workers closing up shop, and proceeded to have a full-on meltdown. When I could pull myself together, I called one of my friends, T, who was a police officer to tell him what happened and what I should do. He was concerned for me and after asking if I was okay, where I was, did they follow me, etc., he told me since it was out of city limits he couldn’t do much on his end but he could get in contact with the local police/sheriff in that jurisdiction to take my statement and check it out. I agreed, thanked him, and while I waited for police to show up I called my boyfriend. Through my hysterical sobs and panic I managed to tell him what happened not even ten or so minutes ago. He was, as you could imagine, super freaked for my safety and wanted me to either come home immediately or drive down himself to take me home. I told him the police were on their way to take my statement so I couldn’t leave and that I was okay, but I stayed on the phone with him until I saw the familiar police cruisers pulling into the lot.
I gave the police my statement and they assured me they would go back to the spot I told them the sedan had been to take a look and that they would try to catch the guys who did it, though with no cameras, and no description of the men I wasn’t sure they’d be able to. I didn’t even get the license plate number, though at the time of my panic the thought never came to mind until the police were asking if I got it. All they had to go off of was a dark-colored sedan and two guys with masks.
After I gave my statement I went home and stayed curled up close to my boyfriend the whole night, listening to every sound the house made in fear it would be those guys arriving any minute to finish whatever it was they started. Since the incident I haven’t heard back from police about whether or not they have any leads, and I’m not sure they ever will. I’m just thankful I’m still here and that I didn’t stop my car or get out. I’m not sure what would’ve become of me if I had.
I still have so many questions that have no answers. What were they doing? Why? Was that blood on the inside of the car, or just a ruse to get more attention? If it was really blood, did they hurt someone else? What would’ve happened to me if I had stopped my car?
Needless to say, I won’t be going on anymore late night drives to anywhere, and I hope I never cross paths with those freaks again.
TL;DR: Man comes out from behind an abandoned sedan wearing a mask and comes racing towards my car when I slowed down to see if someone needed help, and a second man wearing a mask came out of the trees as I drove away.
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[HEL-Verse] Still Untitled Spinoff Story [Chapters 1-3]

Happy Lunar New Year's eve to all my readers who are celebrating and feasting! Some notes for clarity on today's post...
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Q: What is this story?
A: This is a spinoff that I have been dabbling around with for the last few months on and off, based on the events of a commission from last January: The First Juggernaut
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Q: Why haven't I seen this story before if the 4th chapter is releasing today?
A: This story falls under the category of "one shots", which is content made available, at least initially, only to certain subscribers of my patreon. I am making prior chapters available to everyone today both on my patreon and below.
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Q: I am a patron, where can I read the latest installment in the untitled goose snake saga?
A: I will be posting it to patreon shortly after finishing this post and I will link it at the bottom of this chapter.
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Q: I am a patron, why can't I read the latest chapter?
A: Latest installment is available to anyone supporting me to the tune of $10/month or greater. As with the prior chapters, chapter 4 will eventually be released to the public.
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Q: Is this considered canon for HEL Jumper purposes?
A: Yes, unless something explicitly conflicts with the HEL Jumper in which case I made an oopsie.
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Q: Who is Drake and what is this snake of which you speak?
A: Read on to find out!
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Chapter 1
September 17th 2035, Human Dreadnought HMV Resplendent Dawn, Shuttle Bay
“Mr. Thane! Good of you to join us here in Udanis. How was your journey? Uneventful I hope,” the incredibly tall, dark-skinned man called out across the cavernous metal room. Delta Division shuttles could be seen darting in and out of the space almost constantly, ferrying goods and personnel between the dreadnoughts, cruisers, destroyers, and support ships that currently made up humanity’s presence in what was, effectively, a star-system wide DMZ declared by the Ghaelen and enforced by humans. Unable to stomach the reality of warfare in hostile conditions against even more hostile foes, the ‘space elk’ presence had long since fled the system. Taking his bearings, the stockier, tanned individual with unkempt black hair and a civilian’s uniform nodded to the approaching figure.
“I’m afraid you have me at a disadvantage, Rear Admiral. Until just now I didn’t even know the identity of my destination. Though I understand the need for secrecy now that I’m here. Drake Thane, it’s a pleasure.” The two men engaged in a firm handshake, the squeeze of the palm a tried and true test of such men. Beta Division did not have many Admirals, and Udanis did not have many civilians.
“You’ll have to forgive Admiral Freidrich, but our resident Juggernaut seems to be giving him the runaround again. Victory will go to a young woman’s head though, won’t it?” the taller man laughed. “I am Rear Admiral Natori Kaczynski, at your service. And yes, that is a Beta Division insignia. Though perhaps you might be able to appreciate such a thing? After all, Delta called you out here too, didn’t they?”
“With all due respect Rear Admiral, I don’t even know why I’m here,” Thane replied. “Only that the pay is better than the FBI was offering.”
“Mmm, significantly better I’d suspect. The HEL does have its means,” Natori agreed. “Right this way then, Mr. Thane. Perhaps you’ll understand better once you’re brought up to speed. Ah, how rude of me!” the Rear Admiral suddenly exclaimed as though set upon by a novel idea. “Can I get you something to eat or drink?”
“I indulged in a ‘final meal’ on the transport, sir. But thank you,” Drake replied. Natori cast a knowing smile his way.
“Very good then. I see you packed light so let’s head to the nearest briefing room then. Mary?”
‘How may I be of assistance, Rear Admiral Kaczynski?’ the ship’s VI requested.
“Has a briefing room been set aside for Mr. Thane’s arrival?”
‘Yes sir, forwarding the location to you now.’
“Useful little tool, isn’t she?” Natori asked as he turned on his heel and led Drake straight in the opposite direction down the corridor.
“I’m only familiar with the civilian models, sir. The US government hasn’t gotten around to upgrading its systems yet.”
“Surprising absolutely no one, but perhaps we should be thankful,” Kaczynski suggested as he turned a corner and carried on, saluting various soldiers and support personnel as they moved at a leisurely pace. “Were it not for the bureaucratic incompetence of Terran governments, who would want to join the HEL?”
“That’s one way of looking at it, I suppose,” Thane agreed. “And while it may not be my place Rear Admiral, isn’t playing escort below your station?”
Natori looked him over with an appraising eye. “How tactful, but such is to be expected from a crisis negotiator I suppose. Allow me to assure you, Mr. Thane, the current situation is very much the concern of men like me.”
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Over the next couple hours, seated across a polished wooden table from one another, Natori reviewed with Drake the timeline of the pacification of Udanis IV, from the discovery of life in the system in early 2035, to first contact, and eventual full blown war by the end of May of the same year. The conflict had ended on June 6th, with the first truly successful battlefield deployment of Beta and Delta division’s latest collaboration, the Juggernaut program.
“So you brought me here to deal with Lieutenant Lavinaga, sir? Was it something about the, what did you call it, Queen’s nest operation? How many of those… stimulants is she still on?”
“No and yes. Fortunately, Lieutenant Lavinaga is quite well,” Natori replied, reaching for the pitcher of water and glasses in the middle of the table. He unhurriedly poured for them both, and the two men paused to soothe their throats. “While it is true that you were brought here to negotiate with veterans of this conflict… perhaps it’s better that I show you. This way please,” the Rear Admiral proposed, leading Drake on a short walk that nevertheless felt like a mile. The Marines and other combat personnel he’d seen up to that point appeared to be in high spirits, already swapping stories about gallantry during the operation while reminiscing fondly about the fallen. Maybe years later they might need someone like him, but not then and not there.
Eventually they arrived at their destination, given away by the fact that Natori was required to provide biometric identification in two forms as well as enter a combination PIN to pass through a set of imposing steel bulkheads. Drake recognized the area immediately as an interrogation facility, with the Rear Admiral escorting him all the way to the back. It was a cell constructed for long term confinement, and the two men found themselves alone in front of what Drake was sure was a one way mirror. The only other humans in the area were the Marine guards stationed back at the entrance. It didn’t help his nerves that they were in full armor intended for combat in hazardous environments. “Who’s on the other side of that wall, Rear Admiral?”
“Not who, Mr. Thane,” Natori corrected with an unsettling fire in his eyes. “But what.”
With the flick of a switch light suddenly poured through the opening, allowing Thane to see the interior of the spacious but barren room. “Jesus fucking Christ!” he whispered. “Are you mad, Rear Admiral?”
“Quite, Mr. Thane. But so are most who labor for the advancement of humanity. I daresay if you accept this job you’ll be rather similar.”
“I speak Farsi and Arabic, Rear Admiral. I deal with veterans of the Middle Eastern conflicts. What in God’s good name do you expect me to do with a Gorgon?!”
“An excellent question!” Natori agreed. “For starters I’d like you to see if you could bring us to the point where she does not spit acid at anything that moves. The fact that they store them in the approximate location of human mammary glands lost its humor… rather quickly.”
Drake swallowed heavily and took a closer look at the alien. Its entire body screamed danger to him. Natural rock-like armor covered its entire, serpentine form, which took after the Nagas or Lamias of human mythology. Her yellowish-green skin was the same color as the acidic environments of her homeworld, and her whiplike tail seemed to be constantly searching for something to coil around, or perhaps lash out at like a flail. “How long has she been here?”
“Since June 7th, Mr. Thane.”
“It’s been more than three months? Rear Admiral, surely this is in violation of… something!”
Natori licked his lips and hung his head. “This is why we sent for you, Mr. Thane. We have tried everything, and I mean everything, to establish some sort of diplomatic relationship, or even communication. She eats heartily and tries to kill us whenever she can. She is one of the only survivors of the Queen’s nest, and we believe that such authority will be key in any sort of eventual alliance.”
“You really are mad,” Thane whispered as Natori placed his hands behind his back and looked at the Gorgon.
“Am I mad for seeking powerful allies for our species, Mr. Thane? The Ghaelen possess powerful technology, but the price of its acquisition was steep. We will only bring ruin to ourselves if ‘galactic policeman’ is to be our role. Let our own country’s history be an example on that matter. No, one day we will come across a challenge we cannot surmount alone. I would much prefer it if the acid spitting snake women were on our side in that event, Mr. Thane. After coming this far, I hope you’ll at least humor me.”
“And Admiral Freidrich, sir?”
Natori met Drake’s eyes. “Approved this operation personally, Mr. Thane.”
The crisis negotiator breathed deeply and ran a hand through his mop of hair. “Just… how many people have died before me?”
“None, Mr. Thane! And I have no intention of making you the first.” The civilian shot Natori a dubious look that obviously conveyed his opinion on that particular statement. “Yes well, there were a couple of men who needed emergency medical treatment and reconstructive surgery, but we have equipment that is rather resistant to Gorgon acid thanks to their sacrifices, among many others. Shall I fetch one for you?”
“With all due respect, Rear Admiral-”
“Ah, you know what they say about that little lead in,” Natori chuckled, the casual hand on his hip indicating he fully understood why Drake had afforded him his ‘due respect’.
“Then you’ll have to consider the month-long journey to be my gesture of good faith. I’d like to see everything you have on the Gorgons, ideally in printed form. And yes, that includes the classified bits. I’ll sign whatever NDA’s you deem reasonable. And a cup of coffee… maybe two. You can keep your acid-resistant suits for now. I don’t think she’s going anywhere.”
After a moment of consideration, Natori offered Drake his hand again. They shook. “I appreciate your consideration, Mr. Thane. I will oversee the preparation of said documents, as well as the necessary security clearances. In the meantime you are free to observe our captive, though might I suggest taking a pitstop in your cabin first?”
“You’re the type to get mixed up in the affairs of his subordinates, aren’t you, Rear Admiral?” Thane ventured cautiously. Natori’s smile was different somehow that time, almost unsettlingly so.
“Perhaps your keen eye will succeed where I have failed, Mr. Thane? We will be in touch and Mary is, of course, at your disposal. Welcome to the Resplendent Dawn,” Kaczynski finished, turning quickly on his heel and departing, saluting the Marine door guards as he left.
“Apparently he’s also one to leave civilians alone with alien captives,” Drake muttered, looking down at the control panel for the one way glass. Left there was a post-it note, a vintage technology that still found itself in use even in the era of shield generators, FTL travel, and VI’s.
Don’t activate the two way functionality. We’re running low on materials to manufacture more polarized glass.
Thane chuckled in disbelief and ran a hand over his face, captivated momentarily by the holes he could see in the alien’s forearms, a natural biological gap between the Gorgon analogs of the radius and ulna. At least he assumed she had bones. “What have I gotten myself into?”
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As it turned out, the answer to that question was a bit more complex than one on one prisoner or hostage negotiation, something that became readily apparent after an hour or so of reading in front of the alien’s cell. The coffee was surprisingly adequate, as was the insulated mug that kept it warm as he labored. He would glance up on occasion to observe his subject, not wanting to fully depend on unreliable witness testimony, more reliable autopsy reports, combat records, and the gruesome video feeds from the suit of one Lieutenant Lanvinaga. If Kaczynski’s tale was true, and he had no grounds to assert it wasn’t, the alien before him had not only retained the will to live after more than three months in solitary, she also retained the desire to kill and fight. She was sane and hostile. That was more than could be said for some of the veterans he’d talked down in the past.
“Or failed to talk down,” Drake allowed with a mutter, shaking his head. Movement caught his eye and he refocused on the alien, watching as she curled up on herself only to adjust and re-adjust, picking at the rock-like armor that seemed to grow from her very body. Scratching his head, the human consulted several images that he would have rather not dealt with, various post-mortem shots of Gorgons that had been killed during the pacification. Very few sported natural armor to the level of his subject, but not because she was some sort of unique specimen. Near as he could tell the Gorgon before him was quite typical for her species, but her natural armor was jagged and reminded him of a volcanic rock field. Much of his reference material depicted Gorgons with relatively smooth plating that rested underneath manufactured metallic armor. “It’s worth a shot,” Than shrugged, noting that it was 21:00 shipboard time. “Mary, is Rear Admiral Kaczynski still awake?”
‘Good evening Mr. Drake Thane,’ came Mary’s synthesized but pleasant enough voice. ‘The Rear Admiral has retired for the evening. Are you experiencing an emergency?’
“No no, nothing like that,” Thane clarified quickly. “I’ll just leave him a message then.”
‘Very well, you may begin recording when ready.’
“Rear Admiral, this is Drake Thane. In the morning I’d appreciate it if you could track down a couple of rocks and an industrial sander for me. I have an idea.”
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“I believe I’ve waited long enough to sate my curiosity?” Natori stated as he watched Drake sanding down one surface of the chunks of Udanian crust he’d been given.
“Fair enough. How familiar are you with the anatomy of beavers, Rear Admiral?”
“How familiar are you with the anatomy of beavers?” Natori barked with laughter. “Oh I definitely picked the right man for this job.”
“Save that for when I actually get somewhere, sir. The answer, I suppose, is that I’m familiar enough to know that beavers don’t just cut down trees to build themselves shelter. Left alone long enough without anything to gnaw on their teeth will continue to grow and grow, injuring or even leading to the death of the animal. These Gorgon appear to possess the same quality when it comes to their natural armor,” Thane postulated. Natori’s eyes lit up.
“You propose a gift?”
“I hope you don’t mind the loss of a belt sander,” Drake said shortly.
“Let’s not wait then. Her first meal of the day is scheduled around this time.”
“Good enough for me. Where’s this suit, the one that will stop me from getting my face melted off?”
“Storage locker on the left. We haven’t personally delivered anything for some time, so be prepared for resistance,” Kaczynski warned. “She seems to consider eating her meal off the floor worth the chance at an attack.”
“Duly noted,” Drake replied in a tense voice, finding a heavily fortified hazardous environment suit that would have looked more at home on a space walk where the Admiral indicated. A short time later, sweat beading on his brow, he unlocked the door to the Gorgon’s cell. The moment he entered, the alien puffed out her chest and spat a stream of sickly green acid from her mouth. Though the attack was exemplary in its aim and velocity, that also made it relatively easy to dodge if one was willing to simply drop to the floor. Well protected as he was, Drake did just that, squashing whatever manufactured nutrient cubes had been intended for her. In return, he chucked the first rock at her, earning a momentary reprieve as the alien tried to process the fact that one of the legged beings keeping her hostage had thrown a rock at her. It was enough time for him to roll the second one to the base of her body, a couple feet below where her torso met her tail, which carried on behind her for a good six feet or so. The fact that the second rock was ‘presented’ instead of ‘chucked’ was not lost on the alien, but that didn’t prevent her from compressing the venom sacks in her chest again.
“Oh for the love of-” Thane cursed, retreating out the door as the second biological attack splattered onto the surface just behind him. To his amazement, Natori was applauding even as two Marines rushed at him with decontamination equipment.
“A magnificent swan dive if I’ve ever seen one, Mr. Thane! And before you believe I’m having a laugh at your expense, come look at what our guest is already up to.”
At Natori’s insistence Thane shucked the enviro-suit as quickly as he could and returned to the one-way mirror. There, he could see the Gorgon ignoring her smushed breakfast entirely. After a brief contemplation of the rocks that had been given to her, she began banging at her own body with one of them, chipping off pointy bits of rock that clearly agitated her. At least Drake considered it could be fully fledged rock; he had no idea if aliens producing natural rock armor atop their own dermis was reasonable. Whatever it was, it was certainly tougher than keratin. The Rear Admiral ran a hand over his short, close cropped hair. “I would certainly call this progress, Mr. Thane. What is your next step?”
“To see if I can get her to look at a human for longer than a second without trying to dissolve him,” he replied tersely. “Do you have more of those rocks?”
Natori cocked a brow his way. “Mr. Thane, this is a Delta Division Liberation-class dreadnought. We have plenty of rocks.”
Chapter 2
“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” Drake Thane cursed, hauling himself to his feet after another harrowing trip into the Gorgon’s cell. She had accepted his gift of rocks, but had not made any sort of connection between the smooth and jagged varieties, instead using both to chip away at and then grind down the excess armor growing from her skin. That was how she spent most of her days when not eating or attempting to fight anyone who entered her enclosure. He had only been aboard the Resplendent Dawn for forty eight hours, but he’d read more than enough to make it clear that the Gorgon’s were highly intelligent and capable of advanced battlefield tactics. Humanity’s swift victory was primarily a technological feat, not a tactical one.
“Which leaves pride, an absurd amount of pride,” he muttered, debating whether to remove the helmet from his head and return to study or attempt something new. Exactly what, he did not know. Not willing to throw his life away or test the durability of the hazardous environment suit further, he began removing it in a process that took several minutes and assistance from one of the Marine sentries on duty. “Thank you. Let’s leave it out for now. I might try again later today.”
“As you say, Mr. Thane,” the Marine replied. “Not sure what you could do though. Nothing gets through to them.”
“Something will,” Drake insisted. “But I understand where you’re coming from.”
“Shall I inform the Admiral of this morning’s result?” the soldier asked
“No need. It’s status quo for now,” he said, heading back to the table that had become his workstation and opening up a portable computer he’d been provided with to review the various multimedia files that humanity possessed on the Gorgons. Ongoing attempts at communicating with the planetside populace had borne no fruit, with the various kingdoms going to ground the moment anyone tried to make contact. He had already checked once, but he double checked to make sure there were no records of torture, starvation, or unusual punishment of his current subject. He doubted they would have actually been logged, but there was continuity in the timetable. That was enough for him.
“How long can you keep this up?” he wondered of his new adversary. It was practically against the code of his profession to consider an interlocutor an enemy, but given that she had attempted to dissolve him without fail every time he stuck his nose in the door, he was willing to make an exception. “Yeah, don’t remind me. The answer is at least a couple months. At least the coffee’s still hot.”
Caffeine in hand, Thane instead opened up various combat records. He did his best to avoid the more gruesome ones, but a few caught his interest. There were several instances where gear had been retrieved and the combat logs analyzed to discover that the deceased had been engaged in one on one combat by individual Gorons, sometimes in the presence of entire enemy units. “Dear Lord in heaven,” he muttered. “They’re going to make a movie out of this, if it’s even declassified.”
The ‘this’ in question was a helmet recording from a Marine private who had been surrounded by an enemy platoon. With no ammunition remaining, he had fixed his bayonet and stood to face his death with courage. Instead of immediately spitting acid at him or ganging up on him, one of the Gorgons had stepped, or was it slithered, forward. After a long moment that took Thane’s breath away, the Marine realized that the spear-wielding, armored alien was challenging him to something of a duel. Most remarkable was what happened when the Marine proved victorious, ramming his bayonet into a gap between the alien’s armor and bringing her down in a writhing mass of rock and flesh after several minutes of testing each other. The remaining enemies retreated, and the victorious Marine had survived the hostile environment of Udanis IV long enough to call for backup.
“Only problem is I doubt I could land a hit on her to save my life, even if she’s unarmed and unarmored… well, no extra armor,” he mused. The idea of asking another to fight in his stead was equally unpalatable, especially since he wasn’t sure the Gorgon would submit to anything short of death. “This is getting me nowhere.”
Recognizing his own limits, Drake sorted his affairs and left the interrogation bloc, wandering around the ship and letting his mind drift until he drifted right into an imposing blonde soldier whose rolled up sleeves revealed several mechanical interface points embedded in her arms. “Who the hell are you?” she demanded.
“Drake Thane, crisis negotiator. I’m here at the request of Admiral Freidrich and Rear Admiral Kaczynski. It’s an honor to meet you, Lieutenant Lavinaga.”
“Christ, is it that fucking obvious?” she asked, glancing down at her arms. “Guess it is. You lost, Thane?”
“Physically? No. But maybe you can help me? I’ve got a bit of a Gorgon problem,” he admitted.
“The survivor? Should just space her if you ask me,” Lavinaga said dismissively. “Assuming you want that thing alive I’m not your woman.”
“And what if I want someone to go in there and wear her down so I can actually attempt to communicate with her and not get a face full of acid?”
“And I thought I was insane,” she laughed.
“It’s my job at the moment,” he shrugged.
“Would I get to wear my armor?”
“Of course. Don’t see how else you’d survive. You're still mostly flesh and blood.”
“I’m going to let that insult pass cause it’s been way too long. She’s in the interrogation cells, right? Meet you there in a few.”
“I actually don’t have approval for this yet,” he admitted. “I just had the idea when I ran into you.”
“Well you don’t worry your little head about that, Drake,” she simpered, clapping a hand down on his shoulder so hard he thought his collarbone might fracture. “You let me handle those Admirals.”
-----
Drake didn’t want to know how Lavinaga had gotten permission, but true to her word she appeared in her full star spangled glory about an hour after leaving him in one of the Resplendent Dawn’s many corridors. The hum of the ship and overhead lighting was drowned out by the heavy footfalls and hissing hydraulics of her suit. When she reached his side, the visor of her helmet slid open.
“You have no idea how awful this feels,” she said affectionately. “So, what do you need me and Ares to do?”
“I don’t really know. Just wear her down enough that I can show her how this works without dying,” he suggested, holding up the portable belt sander he’d used to smooth over a few rocks that were now the sole possessions of the Gorgon. Lavinaga just shook her head.
“If that’s what you want. Should be fun. I wonder how long she can go,” Lavinaga said with a bit too much anticipation in her voice. “Well, enough standing around! Let’s go see if she remembers me.”
Drake readied himself at the observation port as Lavinaga hefted her enormous shield and casually threw open the door to the cell. “Sup bitch? Long time no see!”
Thane watched, horrified, as the Gorgon assaulted the Juggernaut with a zeal and fury that she had never shown him. Her venom sacs were depleted within seconds, only scratching the paint of the wall of metal that made up Lavinaga’s shield. She threw what rocks she had and slammed her tail against the hulking monstrosity to no avail, the borderline psychotic laughter of Lavinaga her only reward for her efforts. Sweat dripped from Drake’s brow as his thesis slowly proved itself correct and the Gorgon’s blows slowly weakened and became lethargic. The juggernaut drove the point home by casually pushing her to the ground after about half an hour. “Now why don’t you just get comfortable down there? You’re lucky someone other than me is running the shots or I’d be testing my boot against your skull,” she warned.
“Lieutenant please, we don't know how much of our language she understands,” Drake said over the intercom. “Thank you for your restraint. I’ll be right in.”
On account of the mobile metal wall that stood between him and the broken alien, Drake steadied himself and managed to summon enough courage to enter the area without any protection other than the jeans and shirt he was wearing. In his hands were two stones and the sander. The Gorgon watched his every move, her acid green eyes still alert even as her body failed her. With no acid left to spit, she bore witness to him demonstrating the ability of the sander to grind down and polish rock. He didn’t belabor the point. Instead setting the tool down a couple feet from her. “I want to talk,” he said before turning to leave with the juggernaut. “Lieutenant, whenever you’re ready.”
“You eggheads think up the craziest things,” Lavinaga shrugged. “Am I allowed to taunt it again?”
“Please don’t.”
“Fine, but only because you’re handsome,” she insisted when they were safely outside. “Oh, also you owe me a few beers on account of the time I’m about to spend in the armory. See ya, Thane.”
Drake was so struck by her antics he barely had time to rush back into the cell when he was the Gorgon lifting the tool he’d left her to the one place on her body she had no armor, her neck. “Stop!” he roared, snatching it from her grasp before leaping back several feet as his brain finally caught up with what his body had done. “Why? You’ve been trying to kill us all for months!”
The alien’s eyes were narrow and downcast, and bits of her natural armor littered the cell where they’d been broken against the unyielding armor of Lavinaga’s suit. Small areas of her body were discolored, a deeper green than the rest. He could only assume bruising. “Maybe I am fucking insane,” Drake admitted, walking forward and turning the sander back on. “I didn’t defeat you, so I’m not going to be the one who kills you.”
The Gorgon hissed violently at him, but was unable to physically harm or stop him from grinding down and polishing one of her shoulders. With no other recourse, she simply refused to look at him instead. When Drake left, he took the sander and every rock with him, not wanting to leave her anything that might be used as a tool for suicide. As soon as the door to the cell closed, his legs gave way and he collapsed to the floor, feeling only the racing of his heart and the damp cling of his sweat-soaked clothing to his body. He did not return to the interrogation blocks that day.
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“You wanted to see me, Rear Admiral?”
“Yes indeed, Mr. Thane. I daresay you did something, I’m just not sure that something was good,” Natori explained as Drake entered the interrogation wing the next day, having spent more time than necessary grooming and feeding himself. His mind weighed heavily with the pain he’d inflicted upon his charge. The language of the Gorgons remained an inscrutable mess of low pitched hissing and other sounds, but hopelessness was a universal concept. It seemed that their captive was finally allowing that darkness to permeate her mind and influence her actions. Per Kaczynski’s report, gone were the consistent attacks against those bringing her food as well as efforts to eat it. “I am not usually one for threats, Mr. Thane, and I don’t precisely intend this to be one but I know you’ll likely interpret it as such. We cannot afford to lose her. Her potential is too great.”
“I understand, sir. I’ll head in right away,” Thane replied, acknowledging the Admiral’s concern. Instead of stopping by the locker containing his protective gear, he instead grabbed his coffee and walked straight to the cell door. Natori held out a hand but remained silent.
“Well I suppose I did threaten him,” he mused, nevertheless ensuring his sidearm was loaded, a round chambered, and the safety off. Precautions in place, Kaczynski settled in to observe what he was sure, one way or another, would be an eventful ‘session’ with the prisoner. To his most welcome surprise, Drake Thane managed to enter the cell and stand just past the threshold for several moments without getting attacked, dissolved, or impaled. The man took a long draught of his coffee before jerking his head upward in a moment of recollection. The Gorgon watched him all the while, almost unblinkingly, as he left the drink on her untouched breakfast tray and retreated to retrieve the portable sanding device he’d used on her the prior afternoon. He paused to speak with the Rear Admiral.
“Well, I’d call that an improvement,” he insisted. “You ever notice what it smells like in there?”
Natori cocked an eyebrow his way. “I can’t say that I have. I assume you’re about to share?”
Drake shrugged and tilted his head. “Nearest I can describe it is the Devil’s perfume, like if fire and brimstone smelled appealing, or at least rather inoffensive.”
“How curious,” Natori replied, leaning slightly to the right so he could look around Drake. “Though perhaps we should ruminate on that once we secure your coffee?”
Drake spun around fast enough to tweak his neck, finding the Gorgon with his coffee in hand. Her long, thin, black, serpent-like tongue was extended several inches and lapping at the dark brown liquid. The two men stared. “Has she ever been given coffee before, sir?”
“Just water, Mr. Thane. Curious as I am, I would like you to go and stop her now.”
Thane needed no further encouragement, bolting back into the room to snatch back his drink. The Gorgon replaced the disposable lid and offered it to him. Her eyes were still as menacing as ever, but the telltale contractions of her chest muscles that foretold a gout of deadly acid were missing. He tentatively reached out and accepted it, earning a low, complex hiss in return. Glancing down, he pointed at her untouched meal and then the sander. The Gorgon cracked her whip-like tail against the ground in frustration but complied, taking the food to a far corner of the room and beginning to eat piece by piece. Her eyes never left him even during her retreat as she demonstrated a rather remarkable ability to slither backwards.
Drake figured that was good enough, sitting against the opposite wall and opening his coffee. While it didn’t seem any different, he wasn’t about to take the chance that an alien with venomous pseudo-breasts didn’t produce oral toxins. Instead he stood again and approached her, keeping both hands on the cup so as not to arouse suspicion. He deposited it next to her and then returned to his position. With a curious hiss the alien opened the lid and, instead of continuing to drink, dipped the tip of her tail into the still slightly steaming liquid before continuing with her meal.
“What in the world?” Thane whispered, watching as the greenish skin underneath the Gorgon’s natural rocky plating shifted to a yellower hue, starting from the tip of her tail and moving slowly upward towards her body. The color change didn’t get all the way there before stalling out, but she seemed pleased with it to the point that upon finishing her meal she actually pointed to him, then to the sanding tool in his hands, and finally to her other shoulder. Unheard by the two of them, Natori threw his head back in laughter, amazed at the transition from murderous adversary to an imperious giver of orders. Drake shrugged but saw no reason not to comply. He’d been planning to attempt such a maneuver anyway as a further showing of good faith following the Lavinaga incident.
When he stepped within arm’s reach of her, the Gorgon straightened her torso and held out a thin, armored hand and poked him in the sternum. Even her fingers had the potential for danger with their rocky nail-like tips. Her other hand rested on her chest as she hissed a particular pattern of sounds twice in a row; she then poked him again. He nodded. “My name is Drake Thane. Sorry I can’t understand you.”
Undeterred, the Gorgon simply lowered herself back onto her coiled tail and presented her shoulder. She hissed again in a softer tone as Drake activated the sander, taking another glance at his coffee which now seemed to be serving as a tail warmer.
“Might as well get started then. You clearly have quite a bit to teach me.”
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