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I’m in the market for a 65 inch TV for my living room which I will use to watch movies and game on my PC and PS5.
Which TV do you think would be a better choice? Is Dolby Vision for movies that much better than HDR10? I don’t mind waiting for the A95L if you guys think it will be the best option.
I also heard the G3 currently has a nerfed game mode, the current GM picture preset has nerfed color luminance and brightness to preserve input lag according to Vincent from HDTV test. Can anyone with a G3 confirm if the GM nerf is a dealbreaker?

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-----Damian-----
Damian kneeled off to the side, trying his best to blend into the rubble around him as Ree was scolded like never before by his mother. He cradled the toddler closer to his chest through the harness it was placed in when it started to fuss. At the attention, it settled back down. As Violet basically breathed fire at her chick, the angry image being ruined by the mother-henning she was doing checking his injuries, Damian kept an eye on the armored aliens standing around watching them.
Damian didn't like the way they semi-circled to trap him, his kids and his birds between themselves and the broken tree-tower. The only things keeping him from placing himself between them and his family was the child who refused to be separated from him and Sky. Said bird was perched on one of his thighs to better reach some of his wounds. Despite that, he still had to lean down a bit to let him reach the wounds on his head and the big one on his bicep.
His eyes constantly scanned the area in an uneasy search for Squeaks, who had jumped down and scampered off once he left the tree. He was not happy with her sudden disspearance, since the same thing was what started this mess. Then again, it was what led him to the toddler who would definitely have been killed, had he not been here. He could confidently say the voices didn't like it either. They were a constant mind-numbing buzz in the base of his skull but at least they didn't do so farther up. He could actually think past their annoyed chatter for once.
As he watched his surroundings and let Sky look at his wounds, he talked with some of the calmer voices. They discussed ways to compromise his head space. Clearly they didn't like being locked in the back of his mind, if the violent attacks were anything to go by, but he can't focus on anything if they are free to wander without any restrictions. His conversation was interrupted by a voice that is mostly quiet, one of a very few number that is more....not physical but just felt more than heard. Them mostly being known by non-verbal contributions to the conversation. Anyways, it butted in with a hand on his metaphorical shoulder. His attention shifted to it, making it easier to.....notice? read? it. It sent the feeling of pointing to the outside world, like pointing out a window.
It takes a few seconds to extract himself from the web of conversations he was keeping an eye on while he brainstormed. Once he did and zoned back into the real world his attention was drawn back to the armored aliens by movement at the very edge of his vision, just this side of his blindspot. He tenced and whipped his head around to stare down the movement. The alien that has walked closer immediately stopped walking and retracted the leg halfway through it's next step.
The build of the alien was vaguely familiar, like he's seen one of it's species before. He just can't quite place where. Its not any of his flock, or one their species anyways, since its bigger than Untruthful. That much he's sure about. It also can't be one of the fish-aliens from when he was in that reverse-aquarium since it didn't have a tank or anything that looked like it would help it breathe water. And the fact it has legs, too. The fish-people only had hand-fins and tails. So maybe he just saw one when they all went to that market-place? Where he found Squeaks. Its a possibility, there were a lot of aliens packed together.
It stands silently in its spot a few steps closer than the semi-circle of other armored aliens. It's legs were bent ever so slightly, posture slouched, and head lowered like it was trying to look as small and submissive as possible while still being considered standing. He couldn't tell for sure where it was looking because of the helmet covering it's face but from the angle of it's head, he guesses it's staring at the ground just before his folded legs.
He was confused at the position it froze in. It doesn't look at all comfortable for it. It's legs constantly shifted slightly to move around it's weight like the pose wasn't something it naturally did but was taught to do. Why was it doing that? He would understand if it was it's species' way of showing peacefulness or a lack of aggression but it was clearly uncomfortable. Though a good portion of that was probably the fact that he was staring it down with a death glare.
It had six limbs: two arms, two legs, and a small pair between them that was half bent in the air. From what he saw as it walked, the two tiny limbs extend and are used as legs when it moves. It seems like when it stands still it leans back on its thick tail. Its overall body shape is like a long noodle. Like a ferret or particularly wide snake. Its head, from the shape of it's helmet anyways, looks like someone took a sphere and cut off the bottom quarter before sticking it to the creature's neck.
The only thing showing which side of it's head is the front is the two flat wedges on either side of it's head. From the way they were covered they looked like a mix between fins and ears, with the front being flat and the back angling out and into the head like a ramp. Said ear-fin-wedges were currently flattened against the side of it's head and drooping down like someone tied weights to the ends of them.
He stared for a few long minutes, only shifting to give Sky more access to whatever wound he moved to look over. It didn't move closer or try to speak the entire time but it didn't move away either. It just stood there in an uncomfortable pose like it was waiting for something. He didn't have a single guess as to what and he didn't like how still it was being. Slowly his lips lifted into a mockery of a smile, more of a snarl than anything. When it only flinched but still refused to move, he unconsciously made a low unhappy humm from his chest.
With the snarl still on his face and the way he was awkwardly slouched and twisted for Sky, it came out much more guttural and growl-like than he expected it to. The alien flinched again and shifted it's weight backwards ever so slightly like it wanted to step back but it's feet were glued to the ground. Before he could try again to make it back off Sky spoke up from his lap as he nudged the hands holding the toddler, wanting to check on the kid's side. His voice was perfectly neutral, none of he emotions usually plastered all over his words to be found.
"If you are just going to stand there and work up my Dark-crest, you might as well leave." Damian's head whipped down at that tone so fast that he felt his neck crack. That tone was so strange coming from Sky that he worried something was wrong. The small bird's expression was perfectly neutral but he did see a spark of mirth and amusement in his eye when the armored alien winced and stuttered a few failed starts. He moved his head ever so slightly to look up at the stuttering alien out of the corner of his eye as he lifted the toddler out of it's harness and onto his lap, letting Sky loosen the make-shift bandages to check it's wound.
The alien paused its stuttering to take a breath, at least he thinks so. He couldn't quite tell since he didn't hear it breathe through it's helmet but it did pause its arm movements like it did. Either way it paused to probably collect it's thoughts and calm itself, well, as much as possible with Damian glaring it down and ready to lunge if it so much as twitched wrong.
At this point the voices seemed to notice the nervous alien and were split between ignoring them and turning their attention to the situation. Of those that did switch, half were making fun of the armoured alien and the other half were cooing over how cute it's nervousness was. Damian was confused and distracted by the ones cooing over it. Sure, objectively it could be considered cute, what with it being under half his size, but that wasn't what confused him. It was that they kept calling it 'baby', 'child', and a few said something about a student. Was.....wasn't it an adult?
Who in their right mind would ever think it was a good idea to toss a kid into armour and let them play soldier with actual trained adults? That gained the attention of more voices them either snickering at the mental image and passing their own back and forth with each other, berating whoever it's guardian was, or cooing sympathetically at the child. He let the conversations wash over his thoughts and blank his mind as he just watched the alien. Almost all his previous aggression was absent from his expression and posture, replaced by intrigue and curiosity.
Apparently the alien had gotten it's thoughts together enough to swap a few sentences back and forth with Sky since he snapped back into the present at the sound of his name.
"-Damian." Unfortunately Sky said his name at the end of the sentence so he didn't know any context. The reply the alien made gave enough, though. It tilted its head, at least he guessed so, as it took a few slow creeping steps towards them.
"Really? I-" It caught itself at Sky's sharp glare, "He is.....forgive me for not using the right word but, 'tame'?" It seemed like either it wasn't very fluent in common or it didn't know the right term to use for this specific situation. Either way he cut in sharply before Sky could reply.
"No, I'm not 'tame'. I am not some mindless animal to be trained-" He interrupted himself with an agressive snarl to his voice as the alien continued to creep closer. "And I will gladly rip your head off if you take one step closer to my flock!" The alien immediately stopped and scuttled multiple steps backwards with a fearful yelp, stuttering out a nervous stream of apologies. They ended up a bit closer than they originally were but seemed to understand the correct distance to keep.
Damian felt Sky pause their checking of the toddler to lean their head into his chest in attempt to stifle his giggling, shuttering with the force of the attempt. Damian felt his glare and scowl lessen with a barely withheld smile at the quiet stuttered breath-laughs escaping his bird. Eventually he couldn't hold a straight face and let a lop-sided smile spread onto his face with an amused exhale as he relaxed his shoulders and looked down at the small bird.
"Could you not? Its kinda hard to keep an angry face with you giggling away into my chest." Sky held his breath for a second at the teasing comment, just barely holding in his laughter. Sky lifted a wing-claw-hand and hit his chest in reprimand, glancing up at him with a horrible attempt at a stern glare, laughter clear behind his voice.
"Don't you dare make me laugh! I'm supposed to be working." Damian relaxed a bit at the voice, happy he was able to make his bird break the emotionless mask. He leaned back on a hand, the other cradling the toddler, as his smile grew to flash his teeth.
"Your own fault. I was just stating facts. Hard to act all big and bad with a chicken-sized being giggling away like a child into you." Sky squawked much like Violet does before her and Ruby bat their wings at each other. Sure enough Sky spread his wings and flapped them to continously bap him in the head. Damian let himself laugh as he ducked his head and raised his free arm in a fruitless attempt to sheild him from the harmless attack of feathers.
Once Sky got it all out of his system he folded his wings back up and floofed his already puffy feathers to make him even rounder. Damian laughed at him again and playfully ruffled his crest, not noticing how much more relaxed he is after that. Sky finally let out a small chuckle and shook himself off to resettle his feathers.
Damian moving his free arm to cradle the toddler again he glanced up at the maybe-child alien once he remembered it and huffed out an amused snort at it's completely baffled body language. Hearing something halfway between an oink and a squeak, Damian glanced down. The toddler was staring up at him with big suprised eyes.
"What?" He asked the kid, not expecting an answer. The reply he got was the child snorting a nearly identical sound he made but with a slight change to it. It then looked at him expectantly. Damian glanced up at Sky but the bird was occupied with talking with the armoured alien and hadn't noticed. Looking back at the child he hesitated for a second before repeating the snort he made before.
The child squealed, in what he assumed was happiness, and headbutted Damian's ribs hard enough that he was sure they would bruise, it's tail wagging so violently the fluffy end was hitting it's sides. Damian laughed and held the child as it made happy snorts and grunts.
-----Runt-----
Runt was confused and scared. He didn't know what was happening. Brute, Scavenger, and soft-BruteSoundermate left the not-den-path after they exchanged not-instinct-speak with the weird voice. Once they left to the out they paused at the sight of the weird-things. Two more soft-maybe-BruteSoundermate walked over and talked with them. The bigger of the two taking the first soft-BruteSoundermate and making annoyed-shoat-angry sounds. The smaller of the new soft-maybe-BruteSoundermate chattered to Brute until he lowered to the ground and let it check it over.
Runt watched as Scavenger ran off, making Brute call out to it in protest. It was ignored and grumbled unhappily for a while until the weird-things moved to enclose everyone else. Runt didn't like the lack of escape and whimpered a bit as he cuddled into Brute. Brute held him closer and Runt felt reassured. Runt dosed off for a bit, trusting Brute would protect him from the weird-things. Plus, his side was really hurting.
He was brought out of his not-really-sleep when he heard soft-maybe-BruteSoundermate make weird short high-pitched squeals. Brute took him out of the strap-holder-things keeping him to it's chest. He watched as the small-soft-maybe-BruteSoundermate started to unwrap the wound-cover. He couldn't help but shy away once it started to hurt, peeling off his side. Soft-maybe-BruteSoundermate exchanged a few weird sounds with the weird-thing. The weird-thing started to slowly creep closer to them. Runt was scared. He hid in Brute's middle. Eventually Brute seemed to have enough with the weird-thing since it spoke up and ended on anger-warning-backoff.
The weird-thing immediately scrambled back and soft-maybe-BruteSoundermate leaned against Brute while making quiet-amused sounds. Why was it amused? It hit Brute and Runt shied away from it, expecting Brute to punish it for the weak attack. It never happened though. Brute just made teasing-amused sounds and even relaxed a bit. Soft-maybe-BruteSoundermate then made a weird noise, probably taking the lack of response as Brute not acting like he should as Protector.
Then it......made its arms longer? The extra flaps on its arms extended and it continuously hit them against Brute's head. Runt watched in tence silence as Brute just lifted its arm to try and shield it from the useless attack. Runt waited for Brute to grow tired of soft-maybe-BruteSoundermate disrespecting it's position and move to put it in it's place. Again, it never happened. Runt was confused when it eventually stopped it's useless attack and make itself bigger. Brute just made an amused-happy sound and rubbed it's head. Brute then glared up at the weird-thing, moved to hold Runt a bit more protectively and-
"Mine." Runt whipped his head up at Brute in suprise at the clear Neath word.
"Maybe-sire?" Brute looked down at him and grunted something he didn't understand. Runt didn't want to get his hopes up, maybe he just didn't hear Brute right so he asked it what it said.
"Yours?" Brute glanced at soft-maybe-BruteSoundermate then glared at the weird-thing before looking back down to him and replying.
"Mine." Runt couldn't help the happy squeal as he felt the bond click into place. Instinct made happy rumbling noises in the back of his head as he happily headbutted his Sire. A Sire picked him. A Sire picked him! His Sire picked him! He has a sounder! He was so happy he couldn't do anything but vocalize his happiness and excitement. He felt his Sire hold him closer and that only made him happier.

Hello fellow Albion fans,
We've put the clarion call out on Twitter but for those of you that don't frequent Elon's hellscape, I wanted to post here too.
We're looking for a new host to join the podcast. If you haven't heard of TogetherBHA, Josh started the podcast a few years back and Craig and I joined about 2 years ago. We just recorded episode 217 but we typically upload a pod & stream to YouTube and Twitch after every Albion game. We're not too serious, but we try and balance being partially/semi/barely insightful, while having a bit of fun.
With the upcoming European tour and our current hosts now spread across 3 timezones, we thought it'd be smart to add another voice/face to the mix.
Ideally we're looking for a UK based Albion fan who's happy to chat about Undav's kebab preferences and Enciso's 5 min celebrations on a weekly basis. Aside from that, we'd welcome anyone who's game.
If you're interested, give us a shout on Twitter or message me on here.
Cheers & UTA!

Hey all!
I have tix with a cousin to Wrigley N2, but I live out of state now as a grad student. Normally I would just get a poster at my show and call it a day, but I’ve heard that N2 posters have a tendency to sell out—I’d go Friday and post up at the merch tent but that’s unfortunately not an option. Would any head going to both shows be willing to pick one up N1 and then meet up to exchange money/poster @ N2? I’d be super grateful!

Recently, I've been expanding my horizons and trying to get acquainted with other idol groups. I can somewhat understand the hype there is with other more popular groups and that it can really be difficult NOT to be a multistan, but really, it's kinda sad to see the difference in views, followers, promotions, activities, etc., that WayV has when they're equally or more talented than other groups out there. The boys can only do so much, what with the minimal promotions and attention they get from the company. (Then we even get toxic solo stans who pit members against each other, smh).
Okay, well since I've seen a lot more performance from other groups, I can confidently say that WayV really delivers high quality performance. From vocals, dancing, down to their stage presence, I get chills every time I think about how good they are LIVE. To be fair, SM talents are not to be trifled with. I mean, SMtown's KWANGYA? I don't know most artists who performed obviously but they were all so good, and even the ones considered falling behind individually are actually not that bad.
But I want to talk about WayV and how they've been delivering their performances lately and I'm in awe. Let's talk about their dancing. I understand we have biases and prefer different dancing styles (so that rating their dancing actually boils down to a person's preference, I've come to a point where I understand this on a spiritual level, LOL, even professionals will have different ratings JUST BECAUSE some prefer power over control, or control over power etc.), but with WayV recently, I can't not already say that one is better than the other when they dance because no one is lagging behind in the choreography and song interpretation. Sure, Ten could be the best dancer among them but everyone keeps up with him, right? You can just watch them individually dance and already see how they own the song as a separate performer AND as part of the group. I've seen other groups who may be able to memorize a choreography (as is a requirement for being an idol) but their dance doesn't look like art to me, at least not everyone. Top tier groups really have a way about them when they perform but that's why it's frustrating because WayV are like them too (or more) except with less followers T_T but can we all just agree that they have no easy choreography? :D [If you disagree and think there are members who cannot keep up, can you debunk this by sending a link of from their RECENT performances where they actually messed up? I might need a bit of humbling down, who knows LOL.]
Then there's their live vocals. XJ has the highest range and the main vocal so he obviously will get the killer parts of any song, duh, so I don't get how some would pit the vocalists against each other when they have roles to play here. (Remember this, friends, insecure people tend to attack others to put themselves above and feel secure. I hope you are not and find peace with the things you value within and without. LOL. Excuse the segue :D) When it comes to vocals my preference will still be Kun's minty voice, but this is exactly why his voice may lack power, though has anyone else noticed how his voice layers so beautifully with the group that it sounds like a cushion against the sharper tones of XJ and Ten? I love that dynamic. I also love that it is not XJ alone who carries the group's vocal but just as their dance, their singing also has become more stable. The many fancams from their recent fanmeetings is really satisfying to listen to. I realized this when I rewatched their concert just after watching a bunch of artists from a kpop awards show. Just try it, if you're not tone deaf and you know to listen when a voice is not matching a key, just compare WayV's recent live performances. Sometimes you can't even tell the backing track apart. Sometimes. They will definitely live up to the hype if one day they perform on AMA's or maybe, Coachella (I'm dreaming T_T).
This fancam from their Manila FM tour (shoutout to all Filipino Wayzennies who resonated our excitement for WayV woohoooo) was a really loud concert. I imagine it was fun but if you do not know this, that kind of loudness puts artists in a difficult hearing position. Even with in-ears plugged in, it will be difficult for them to hear themselves during a performance. It can naturally lead to singing off key, and that should be okay but have you heard any significant off-key moment? Have you? I've heard minor ones, but that's mainly because live singing is not mixed the same with a recording, just adding a high and a treble actually makes a difference in mixing microphones. I say they are singing live here because of the constant fixing of the mic, you can hear their breathing, and the P/B's and the S's are also heard, the facial expressions too when our vocalists go to a high note. Not convinced? How about this Diamonds Only performance? You can hear the voices better (and the things I mentioned above.) The rap part is even spot on (OMG T_T) YY and Dery definitely kept up with the vocal quality, though it's easy not to be off key for the both of them since they mostly sing at their comfortable range but I've heard artists sing at their comfortable range and still come out flat/sharp. I also would like to add that the adlibs of XJ, Kun, and Ten are immensely satisfying. Their adlibs here: 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 were artistically inserted to add momentum to the song and yet they didn't take attention away from the other members. It instead gave good layering. Crazy because they're not at their peak yet. I do hope they get the big break they need to a recognition they deserve one day.
Their stage performance is so overwhelming, it's honestly not surprising that tomorrow you're bias wrecked five times (six maybe?) It will be very narrow minded of anyone to think less of any member of WayV just because we're playing favorites. No member of WayV is average. Okay? Just think about their individual skills behind the camera.
Lastly, I can say a lot about their dynamic and personalities but am sure we all have noticed lately that they are more cohesive, more open, and I am almost convinced they hold no secrets! LOL. But that's impossible, let's be realistic and think of them as any ordinary guy walking down the street, with vulnerabilities and passion for other things other than being an idol. What have you grown to love about them recently? I sure can write more about changes I've seen about them recently but this has become a long post (and a defensive post about why WayV is good, LOL). Seriously though, the boys deserve more attention! T_T
PS: kindly agree to disagree. I'm not here to argue :D

https://archive.vn/wbUDw
The 33 articles Harry claims were written with information from illegal phone hacking for those interested. This far it seems to have been a train wreck.
You can read some of the proceedings thus far below:
https://twitter.com/MattSunRoyal
https://twitter.com/BeccaBarry
https://twitter.com/SaraHajibagheri/status/1666014272369876996
https://news.sky.com/story/prince-harry-trial-latest-updates-high-court-princess-diana-piers-morgan-mirror-william-12881275?postid=6016857#liveblog-body
https://www.nytimes.com/live/2023/06/06/world/prince-harry-court-phone-hacking
https://uk.news.yahoo.com/prince-harry-trial-live-court-case-updates-today-082137492.html

Hello again! I will be streaming Diablo IV all week and have a total of 15 copies to giveaway thanks to a generous subscriber! Come stop by and join in for a chance to win the game. Extra tickets can also be obtained by subscribing and watching the stream.
No purchase necessary. Eligibility- follow me, type !freeshit in chat during live stream to enter into the giveaway. Must be in chat to claim prize.
Event time- Each giveaway will be anytime from 11 am- 6 PM EST. The exact time of the giveaway will be announced during the stream and we will also post it on our discord so everyone can be there in time.
Winners have 5 minutes to claim their prize before another draw is done. For the second draw and any additional ones that may be required, winners will have 1 minute to claim their prize.
After the giveaway we will contact the winner and determine the best way to send the game, depending on what platform you play on and where you reside.

Hello again! I will be streaming Diablo IV all week and have a total of 15 copies to giveaway thanks to a generous subscriber! Come stop by and join in for a chance to win the game. Extra tickets can also be obtained by subscribing and watching the stream.
No purchase necessary. Eligibility- follow me, type !freeshit in chat during live stream to enter into the giveaway. Must be in chat to claim prize.
Event time- Each giveaway will be anytime from 11 am- 6 PM EST. The exact time of the giveaway will be announced during the stream and we will also post it on our discord so everyone can be there in time.
Winners have 5 minutes to claim their prize before another draw is done. For the second draw and any additional ones that may be required, winners will have 1 minute to claim their prize.
After the giveaway we will contact the winner and determine the best way to send the game, depending on what platform you play on and where you reside.

Hello again! I will be streaming Diablo IV all week and have a total of 15 copies to giveaway thanks to a generous subscriber! Come stop by and join in for a chance to win the game. Extra tickets can also be obtained by subscribing and watching the stream.
No purchase necessary. Eligibility- follow me, type !freeshit in chat during live stream to enter into the giveaway. Must be in chat to claim prize.
Event time- Each giveaway will be anytime from 11 am- 6 PM EST. The exact time of the giveaway will be announced during the stream and we will also post it on our discord so everyone can be there in time.
Winners have 5 minutes to claim their prize before another draw is done. For the second draw and any additional ones that may be required, winners will have 1 minute to claim their prize.
After the giveaway we will contact the winner and determine the best way to send the game, depending on what platform you play on and where you reside.

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Preface

I am very upset about this whole situation so I apologize for the lengthy post but I just want to be thorough and provide as much context as possible.
TL: DR What legal action can I take against my neighbors who refuse to comply with requests to turn off their air compressor that goes off 24/7?

The Problem

My Neighbor (husband and wife; empty nesters) has an air compressor attached to the outside of his shop. He does not shut it off, so over a day or two, it will randomly kick on for about 2 mins to repressurize the tank. This could be at 3 pm or 3 am. This is loud enough to abruptly wake us up at night.

Have you talked to them?

First time:

Yes, we moved in almost a year ago and both parties were happy to meet and friendly towards each other. After a month or so I got the wife's attention and as delicately as possible explained the situation. She agreed and said she would speak to her husband about it. We exchanged numbers and I sent her a thank you text for understanding. After a week no action was taken and we continued to be woken up by the air compressor.

Second time:

I sent a text message asking nicely once more to please turn off the air compressor. The following day I saw the husband put a timer on the air compressor. The timer was set between 6 am and 8 pm which is just on the line of being acceptable but whatever at least we could sleep through the night.

Called the cops:

After about a month or two on a Saturday night, the air compressor was kicking on every 10 mins for the whole night. The timer must have been removed. I figured he opened the valve for whatever reason and forgot to shut it off. He took notice the next day and turned it off. On Wednesday he turned the air compressor back on and it started kicking on every 10 mins thereafter. We waited until midnight then decided to call the sheriff. They told him to shut off the air compressor and he complied that night. The following morning the wife sent me a text calling us un-neighborly and that there was a leak in the line blablabla and that next time just call them. I didn't respond.

Heated Argument

Calling the cops seemed to work for the most part for a good while. Sometimes it would kick on once every other week or so but I assumed he just forgot about it, and it's not worth my time kicking up more animosity between us. After 2 or 3 months it was just left on again so we were back at square one. No timer just randomly kicking on every day or so. At this point, I have never spoken to the husband and I have not had any contact with the wife after the cops were called. After about 2 weeks of this, I decided that I will try to catch the husband while he is working in his yard.
I explained to him that this has been going on for almost a year and it needs to stop. It escalated from there when we yelled at each other and threw insults. Once he started getting aggressive towards me I walked away and he put the timer back on the air compressor. This was on Friday (06-01) and I have not heard it since. With that being said as the pattern shows it's only a matter of time before this starts happening again so I would like to get in front of it.

Legal Advice Questions

I live in Lakeport, CA. in unincorporated land. I spoke to a sheriff and we do not have a noise ordinance. The sheriff did mention something about a right to peace.
What can I do about this? I am completely green to this and have no idea how to proceed if I can. Am I simply f***ed or can I take legal action? Moving would come at a great financial loss. If I do have something I can move forward with what is the cost are we looking at $XXX or $X, XXX or $XX, XXX?

Other FAQ's

Why doesn't it wake up them or other Neighbors

The neighbors can't hear it themselves because of the positioning of their house. (compressor is behind the shop at some distance from their house) My bedroom window is about 30 yards from their air compressor with a direct line of sight. Since it's a semi-rural area and distance from other houses I figure other Neighbors chalk it up to road noise or whatever.

Why don't you just keep calling the cops

I tried but because it's random, the police will not wake people up unless they themselves hear it going off.

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Memory transcription subject: Thiva, Venlil Civilian
Date [standardized human time]: December 6th, 2136
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Thank the Protector for Vilek.
She had stepped up in every possible way. She coached me on the right answers to give to the assessors. She worked with a Krakotl named Jarkim to keep the Exterminator’s office at bay. And she took care of answering questions from a reporter named Sharnet that reached out to me since both the humans who contacted her, mister Sinclair and Martin, had fallen prey to the Liberators.
This was the paw where I got to leave the hospital. My injuries were actually quite minor (or so they claimed), but they had kept me under observation for several paws to see if I’d display Predator Disease after everything that happened. There was a real risk that after all that, after what Martin sacrificed for me, I’d just end up in a Facility.
At first I thought I probably should be. I was happy that Renak was dead, and I wanted Vansi to die too. For the first couple of paws just thinking about being tied in that chair with Renak whistling and leaning over me with his knife and claws and teeth… it made me shake and scream, once even until I soiled myself.
Thinking about what Vansi had done to Martin made me shriek with anger and throw things and tear curtains. Vilek had stayed by my side though, and helped cover up the incidents each time. Without her I’d be in a Facility for sure.
Then she got me in contact with a human assessor over video calls, a man named doctor Johan Eriksson with ice-blue eyes and a lot of yellow fur all over his face. And just as Martin had promised, Johan was aghast at hearing about the Federation’s treatment of Predator Disease. Johan promised me that my feelings were entirely normal, and that he’d help me work through everything.
​
I’ve had three calls with him since then, and while every one of them ended with me in tears I always felt better afterwards. He was teaching me a system called ‘Mindfulness’. By examining my own emotions and surroundings in a neutral way, it was possible for me to significantly reduce the symptoms! And it was working, it really was. I was more able to manage my emotions. I could recognize when the world was fading into a furious orange or horrid gray, and pull myself back from the brink.
And he said there were other coping strategies to use too, that he’d be providing me with all the tools I needed to grow myself like a garden: Pruning the bad parts, watering the good, and planting the seeds of the sort of person I wanted to grow into.
The humans love their metaphors! But this one was rather beautiful, so I didn’t mind. I quite liked to imagine myself as a garden! But not the ones on Venlil Prime. One of the ones on Earth. Johan had showed me pictures. So full of different colors, dozens of types of insects, so many birds… an explosion of life and color and joy!
That’s the kind of garden I wanted to be. Someday.
​
Coming back home was tough. Not just because I had to pick between being woozy from painkillers or aching with all the little motions of daily life (I had settled on being woozy), but also because of all the little reminders.
Vilek had pressured the landlord into replacing the front door, but the new color reminded me of the break-in. The door to Martin’s room was entirely absent. Martin was entirely absent.
I didn’t feel safe sleeping in my bed. Vilek let me share hers. I woke up crying and feeling her claws stroking through my fur to comfort me.
I was grateful, truly grateful, for my friend. But she wasn’t the one I wanted to hold me.
A claw later I screamed when the pad rang for a phone call, and had to sit and do my mindfulness exercises while Vilek answered it.
She hung up in a hurry and rushed over to me and grasped my paw. “Thiva, we have to get to the hospital! Right now!”
​
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Memory transcription subject: Martin Russo, Human Refugee
Date [standardized human time]: December 11th, 2136
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I am in more pain than at any other point in my entire life.
Every single part of my being hurts on a level so deep I can feel it in my soul, and I don’t even believe those exist.
My tears are flowing freely and shamelessly. My mouth is open and my drool tastes alkaline, my throat trying to shield itself from the vomit that’s threatening to flow forth.
Taking a single step requires more willpower than I can even wrap my head around. Every single muscle has to be tensed manually, my brain simply refuses to pass the ‘walk’ signal to the body. My shaking limbs move in slow motion, like wading through thick non-Newtonian fluid. Like an arthritic, decrepit old man.
And always that voice. That fucking voice. That fucking voice I need to shut it up I hate you I hate you so much I hate you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you
​
“Good job, Martin! One more step, c’mon, you can do it! Gold star!”
“fuck you… fuck you… fuck you… fuck you…” The mantra helps me manage the last step, before I collapse. First to my knees, then down to my hands. Then onto my face, on the soft and spongy floor.
Chasa, my Zurulian arch-nemesis, pads over to me fearlessly and sits down. She licks a paw before stroking it through my hair, giving me a cowlick. “Great job! I can tell you’ve been doing your exercises! Good boy!”
I can’t move my limbs right now. “hate you. hate you so much.”
She pads over to a small teddy bear-sized table and holds up my medical file. She’s had it printed out on actual paper with an actual manila folder, just for this purpose. “That’s fine! You don’t hate the gold star, though, do you?”
“…that’s for children…”
“Oh, so you don’t want it?”
I growl as menacingly as I can. It’s not particularly impressive. She holds up the little gold star sticker and wags it at me, before placing it on my file. She doesn’t seem particularly afraid of me. Though to be fair, even though she weighs maybe 20 kilos soaking wet she could probably take me in a fight.
Chasa looked up human physical therapy before taking on my case, and apparently learned about this incentive system… someplace. Each session she gives me a gold star if I manage to go above and beyond. I hate it. It’s infantilizing, condescending, and juvenile. And it works. I want the gold star. This is my fifth fucking physical therapy session and I want my fifth fucking gold star. It’s the least she can do after she makes me torture myself.
“Fantastic work! Alright, so after third-meal I want you to try and walk around your bed. Back and forth, as many times as you can. And remember to rotate your arm!”
“ah, i see. you hate me too.”
Chasa looks immensely happy and pleased as a couple of Venlil nurses get me onto a too-small gurney. She takes a little sugar and salt treat from a bowl for cubs or pups or whatever, and walks over to place it in my lap. “See you next paw, Martin!”
I will find a way to pay her back for this.
​
I woke up around five or six paws ago with tubes in every orifice on my body, and was very surprised to find myself alive.
The full story only came later. Slavik and Jarkim had taken out one of the Liberators, but Jarkim had gotten badly wounded as a result. As soon as they had dumped Jarkim back at the truck, Slavik double-timed it to the house. They passed Thiva and Mosun on the way, and managed to arrive in time to stop Vansi from setting me on fire. By shooting her.
Not that that would’ve mattered, considering my massive blood loss and organ damage and being stuck out in the middle of Fuckoff Nowheresota.
The fact that there was a UN army base about two dozen miles away saved me, as their helicopters showed up to take over the scene and haul all the injured to the hospital. The medics were able to get to me within the Golden Hour. Though considering the extent of my injuries it was apparently closer to the Golden Ten Minutes.
Since then I had been in a medically induced coma while the hospital grew replacements for just about every single one of my organs. To hear tell of it, I’d have had no chance long-term without the Zurulians’ almost unfathomably advanced technology. The alien teddy bears were able to salvage my broken body, even though it’s likely that my left leg, left arm, and right hand will never be the same again.
And now I get to torture myself back to health. Oh joy.
​
My lambchops have been showing up every day or paw or whatever for visiting hours, and staying each time until they’re chased out by the nurses.
Each time I see them enter my room it feels better than a shot of whatever the aliens use instead of morphine; the sight of them together and safe lifts my spirits and puts a smile on my face.
We spend most of our time watching movies or TV shows on the pad, while they take turns holding my hand or stroking my head. I pet them back as much as I can, but for now both that and talking for any length of time are too draining.
They’ve been showing me some of the classic works of the Venlil. I’ve been showing them classics of humanity.
“Hey Blondie! You know what you are?! Just a dirty sonofa-” Aaa-aa-aaaaa!
The lambchops whistle with joyful laughter, releasing the tension of the long finale of the finest Western of all time.
Thiva sighs with relief. “Oh Protector, I really thought he was going to kill Tuco!”
“No way, he’s ‘The good’ of the title! And it was a call-back to the first part of the film where he kept shooting him down, there’s no way they wouldn’t take the opportunity to tie it all together!”
“Yeah, I guess… Is that seriously what humans considered ‘good’ back then?”
I interject. “You could argue that Blondie is supposed to be ‘the good’, but he’s really more like the ‘least bad’. The people making the movie were living under a dictatorship, so a lot of films from the nation of Spain around that time were made from a very cynical point of view.”
Thiva leans against me and runs her claws through my hair, making me shiver. “You haven’t been showing us a lot of movies with war in them, but they’re apparently pretty common for humans?”
I give a nod. “Yes. We’ve always had a complex relationship with war and violence. You might’ve noticed that this movie took a very somber perspective, largely viewing the war as pointless. While it was a controversial conflict in the past, nowadays the common view of the US civil war is that it was a necessary conflict to end the evils of chattel slavery.”
Vilek is silent for a short bit. “So like Blondie, violence isn’t necessarily good, but sometimes it’s the least bad.”
“Oh, I like that. That’s clever.”
She wags her tail. “Alright, what’s next on the list?”
“Next… I do my exercises, before I get too tired. Can you girls help me get into the leg brace? Can’t walk at all without the damn thing.”
​
They help manhandle me into a standing position and latch the leg brace, and I can start my agonizingly slow and agonizingly agonizing journey around the bed and back again.
To keep my mind off of the pain, and because I can’t loudly curse my beloved lambchops out like I can my arch-nemesis Chasa, I try to talk instead. “S-So… I’ve been looking into… human universities… that’ll take both of you… and ideally… transfer your… credits…”
Vilek wags encouragingly, and helps support me on my slow journey. “That’s great! We can all head to Earth instead and I can become a human assess-no, therapist!”
Thiva sighs. “Honestly, I like the sound of that. I feel safer around humans than around Venlil at this point.”
“Great… I’ll let you know… once I hear back…” Shit that topic didn’t last long. Okay what else what else “How’s that… trial thing… coming along…?”
Thiva grumbles. “The Liberators plead guilty today… including Vansi, who was being tried as a member of the group.” She had survived, but Slavik’s plasma rifle had seared her arm off at the shoulder.
“No media’s being allowed in the courtroom, to ensure they don’t get an audience for their views. The sentence hasn’t come down yet but it looks like none of them are going to feel the free breeze again for as long as they live.”
“Can’t say… I feel bad…”
“It’s too good for them!”
“The state… shouldn’t get… to do worse… than imprison… fuck, I’m done, please help.” My leg gives out and I’m left to cling to the bed frame until the girls intervene.
They help me back onto the bed before Vilek speaks. “…Even someone like Kalsim?”
​
I nod, sweat covering my body in a thin sheen. I take a deep drink of water and wait a few moments before answering. “Yeah… Kalsim’s not a threat in a jail cell. The state has a monopoly on violence, and shouldn’t get to use it to kill people just because we’re upset at them.”
Thiva frowns. “What about justice, though? Don’t people deserve to see those that have hurt them get punished?”
I shake my head. “That’s not justice. See it like this… Why not eat him?”
The girls look disgusted. I press on. “See… If killing him as punishment is fine, then just beating him up has to be fine too. Right? That’s less bad than killing him. And torture, that’s still less bad than killing. And if killing is fine, how about killing him extra painfully like by setting him on fire? And at that point we might as well eat him. I mean, why not?”
Thiva protests. “Because… Because that’s barbaric! You humans don’t eat sapients, you all say so!”
I nod firmly. “Yeah, exactly. Because it is barbaric. State punishment is just barbarism, just sadism to make the worst part of us feel better. Once we agree that it’s acceptable to do that to anyone, all we’re doing is haggling over price. There was a human philosopher named Nietzsche. He said ‘Beware of those in whom the urge to punish is strong’, and I think that’s the sort of thing he meant. Not just to beware of people in power who seek out punishment for people they have power over, but… to beware that part of ourselves.”
The girls are silent for a moment. I take a slow drink of water and speak more, even though it’s really tiring by now. But this is important.
“Listen, Vilek… When you study to become a therapist, please keep something in mind. Predator Disease doesn’t exist. Not even Renak had Predator Disease.”
Vilek frowns confusedly and bursts out. “What?! But you said he was a ‘textbook psychopath’! You said he was a monster who didn’t feel empathy! You said so yourself!”
“Yes, I did. But in human society… the majority of people with that condition are not actually more dangerous than anyone else. Because they can be taught coping mechanisms, by therapists, to fit into society. Renak was a monster because Venlil society, and Vansi, failed him.”
Thiva protests. “But…”
I shake my head. “Nobody is born a monster. And even in cases where people are truly unsalvageable for whatever reason… what’s the point in punishing them for it? Thiva, I didn’t shoot your brother because he was a psychopath. I shot him to keep you safe. Slavik didn’t shoot your mother because she was an abuser, they shot her because she was about to set me on fire. If someone shot Kalsim at this point… how would that make anyone safer?”
I sigh and take another slow drink of water. “...Christ, I do not have the energy for this heavy stuff right now. Next film, girls, what’ll it be?”
They start bickering, apparently as happy to be distracted from the topic as I am. Every time it’s their turn to pick they end up fighting over it, you’d think they’d make a list ahead of time instead. “Flower-bird Red!” “Fainting for You!” “Garden in the Stars!” “Okay, yeah, that’s good. Remake or original?” “Original, obviously!” “But the remake-” “We can just show him both!” “Okay, deal!”
I don’t end up remembering a blessed thing about the film. With the girls cuddled up to me on the Mazic-size bed I’ve been given for use since they apparently lacked human-size ones, I fall asleep by the end of the opening credits.
​
Date [standardized human time]: December 14th, 2136
​
“Hey human, you got visitors.” The nurse informs me. I glance at the clock on my pad, which I had set to count down to the lambchops’ daily visit. Still half a claw out.
Instead of my cherished friends, I see two other people step into the room. A Venlil, and Robert McGinley.
“…Hey Bob. You’ll forgive me if I don’t get up.” I jest from the hospital bed. McGinley doesn’t seem to find it amusing.
“Russo.”
“I’ve been waiting for you to show up, to be honest. Who’s your friend?”
“District Magister Vaska. Russo, we need you to sign-”
“Fuck off, McGinley.”
“If you don’t sign these documents, your refugee status can be rescinded.”
“No it can’t. Literally, there’s a list of reasons I can have my refugee status taken away, and ‘not signing hush documents’ isn’t on the list.”
McGinley gives me a tiny smile. On his blank face that might as well be an ear-to-ear grin. “But it can be if you’ve been charged with a crime in the host sovereignty.”
I nod. “Yeah, that is true. I don’t even need to be convicted.”
“So-”
“So I haven’t been charged with anything yet. And if I had to guess, I’m not going to be.”
McGinley scowls. Vaska scowls beside him too.
​
I continue. Talking is a bit tiring, but not as bad as it was just a few days ago. “Because if I’m charged with a crime, I’ll need to take the witness stand. And I can have ex-officer Jarkim take the stand. And you don’t want that. Because the raid on the Liberators’ compound here in Greenmeadow was ‘a heroic joint operation between the UN and the Exterminators’ office, approved by Governor Tarva herself’.”
Now Vaska speaks up. His voice is trembling with anger. “A stunt that you forced us to engage in! I had to call the governor on the emergency line to get approval for it! A UN military operation on sovereign Venlil soil!”
“I’m not going to apologize for making you do your fucking job.”
McGinley takes a step forward. I don’t bother to flinch back, since I can’t exactly run anywhere anyway. Instead I just look up at him passively and wait for him to say something. “It’s in your best interests to play nice, Russo.”
“Because that worked out so well for both of us last time. Remember ‘An inferno of incredible horror’? Pretty great article, really. ‘The Liberators Unveiled: Terror and death in Greenmeadow’ was killer too. Do you really want to go for a third, about what really happened to VP’s little homegrown terrorist cell that was literally funded with the salaries of the Exterminators in it?”
The ‘Liberators Unveiled’ article had run while I was comatose, revealing the full truth of the shelter arson and the identities of the Liberators involved. However, it had neither contradicted nor reaffirmed the official government narrative about the ‘joint operation’ that took the bastards down.
McGinley is practically snarling now, putting both hands on my hospital bed and making it shake a bit. I wince with pain, while he raises his voice for the first time in either of my meetings with the man. “You can’t be allowed to just run around doing whatever you want. There have to be consequences for your actions, Russo!”
I nod solemnly. “I agree. That’s what the law is for. So charge me with a crime, or fuck off.”
He shakes the bed slightly. There’s a few beeps from some of the machinery monitoring me and making sure I’m still alive. Vaska looks a bit taken aback. “You nearly ruined the whole investigation; you almost destabilized the relationship between humanity and the Venlil!”
I take a steadying breath. He’s being overly dramatic. “So charge me with a crime, or fuck off.”
McGinley snarls and slams a bundle of papers down on the bedside table. “I’m offering you a chance to change your mind.”
I glance at the papers, then lift them up with more effort than I’d like to admit and drop them directly into the waste bin.
I wave my hand, tired of this pointless farce. “No, seriously. Fuck off, McGinley. Magister, a word of advice. If you want my silence, try offering some hush money next time. Us humans are a lot more partial to bribes than to threats.”
They storm out.
Guess I won’t be going to jail. The rest of the posse will be fine too, then.
I lean back and sigh and try to take a nap. I don’t want to still be pissed off when the lambchops show up. I have something important to show them.
Some of the universities I’ve reached out to have answered back.
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• This is not a short story and will require around 5-8 min of reading time
• Architecture and urban planning industry is toxic in general in China, not sure if it is the case anywhere else
• The purpose of this sharing is to contribute as a real life data point as an INTJ struggling for years and eventually achieved what they wanted.

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In 2009, I enrolled in the School of Urban Planning at a renowned university in China. At that time, the architecture industry in China was flourishing due to various economic stimuli. Looking back, I realize that choosing architecture as my major was a decision based on conformity rather than careful consideration.
The undergraduate curriculum at the School of Architecture followed a structured approach, with specialization in the last two years. As a science student in high school, the initial years of my undergraduate experience were challenging and unfamiliar. The core focus of the major seemed to revolve around meeting the aesthetic preferences of the teachers through repetitive assignments. I remember spending long hours during holidays working on technical drawings. At that time, I believed it was necessary for becoming a master in the field. Reflecting on this now, it brings a sense of disappointment.
It was during my junior year that I realized my lack of talent and interest in designing buildings, leading me to shift my focus to urban planning. Urban planning appeared to offer a higher level of rationality compared to architecture. While architecture seemed to be more focused on fashion and art, urban planning retained elements of science and engineering. However, two years of undergraduate urban planning studies were inadequate in addressing complex urban problems and making a tangible impact.
In 2014, I decided to pursue a master's degree in urban and rural planning at the same university. During my graduate studies, I unexpectedly came across programming as part of a project requirement. This accidental encounter became a significant turning point in my journey. I realized that programming was not just a tool but also required a systematic understanding of computer science. Simultaneously, my studies in urban planning theory made me recognize the inherent limitations of the discipline in solving urban problems. This realization brought me immense pain and anxiety, as I felt that my academic experience had been somewhat wasted.
Due to various circumstances, dropping out of school was not a viable option. So, I persevered in completing coursework that seemed irrelevant to me, worked on projects in which I had lost interest, and dedicated my spare time to self-studying computer science and mathematics courses. This period was intellectually stimulating, contrasting with the previous monotony of architecture. However, it also presented its own challenges, making it no surprise that I was diagnosed with moderate depression. There were moments when I secluded myself in a small room at the library while others celebrated graduation, feeling like a person trapped in darkness unable to face the light.
Fortunately, my graduate advisor's year-long visit abroad provided me with complete freedom during my second year. This newfound freedom continued until the end of my graduate studies. Taking advantage of this opportunity, I utilized online resources to self-study various computer science and mathematics courses. Notably, as my English proficiency improved, I prepared to apply for a second master's degree in computer science, achieving a good score in language proficiency without any prior preparation.
In 2017, I began studying in the Department of Electronic and Computing Engineering at a university in Hong Kong. From 2017 to 2019, my daily routine primarily revolved around attending classes, studying in the library, and living in a small single-room dwelling. While some may find this lifestyle dull, I found happiness in studying a subject I loved without having to struggle for time. During my time in Hong Kong, I deepened my knowledge in computer science and had the opportunity to work in data mining-related positions through a connection made by my advisor.
Joining a large consumer goods company and a prominent e-commerce platform undoubtedly acted as boosters for my personal career. Here, I met many exceptional individuals and developed lasting relationships. One day, after a meeting with clients, I realized that I had successfully transitioned away from architecture and there was no longer any possibility of going back. It took me several years to break free from the pull of architecture. Throughout those years, I constantly made plans, achieved goals, refined my direction, and planned again, ultimately reaping the rewards.
In late 2022, during a month-long home lockdown due to the worsening COVID-19 situation, I reflected deeply. I questioned whether working in a foreign company, which emphasizes the well-being of its employees, would be an opportunity to live abroad directly. At this time, a headhunter reached out to me. Eventually, I received a promising offer and relocated to Tokyo, Japan in January 2023.
Prior to my arrival in Japan, I had heard about the demanding work culture. However, luck seemed to be on my side, as the company and department I joined had a reasonable work intensity. The degree of humanization was even better than my previous experience. Although the average working hours in Japan were lower than in my home country, I still found myself in a position where I had more time, less workload, and a shorter commute. I occasionally kept in touch with my undergraduate classmates, realizing that if I hadn't changed careers, I would have been working late nights and weekends like many of them.
Some may perceive the turning points in my career transition as "lucky breaks," as if good job opportunities just fell into my lap without any effort. However, behind this apparent fortune lies the harsh reality of the job market. For fresh graduates, securing a job often involves countless interviews, and landing an ideal offer is a cause for celebration. However, experienced professionals in the workplace often lose their drive to actively seek new job opportunities. To advance in their careers, professionals either climb the corporate ladder or rely on headhunting and networking to switch jobs. Instead of spending a short time mass-applying for jobs, professionals need to accumulate work experience and build their professional reputation in their field. This transition requires a shift from merely seeking job opportunities to establishing a personal brand. Moreover, being headhunted does not exempt one from the interview process. Companies have high expectations from headhunted candidates, assuming they can solve problems in their respective fields. Consequently, the interview process for experienced professionals is often more challenging than for fresh graduates.
During my time in Japan, before officially starting work, I embarked on solo travels, visiting several major cities and Hokkaido. Solo travel provided moments of introspection. I want to emphasize that my experiences are not intended to devalue the field of architecture. I believe that every discipline and industry has its own ecosystem and rules. What I advocate is the importance of having the courage to make choices, to pursue work that brings fulfillment, and to shape the life one desires.
I am grateful to my younger self from ten years ago for questioning architecture and taking the necessary steps to explore new paths. During my battle with depression, I didn't give up but instead learned new skills to divert my focus. Through perseverance, even the most challenging efforts can become a source of unexpected strength.
To conclude, I'll quote a famous line from a TV series:
"Poor is not bad, but if given the chance, I choose to be rich every time."
"Architecture isn't that bad, but if given the chance to choose again, I would choose to change careers every time."

Would love to re-live the shows. Anyone happen to grab a copy of the video streams? DM me please. Cheers.

Now before we begin I was orignally supposed to do something different but I was worried that there would be too much violence so I decided to settle on this. Hopefully this should be enough.
Fernkit and Fireheart were sitting side by side. The two cats had been injured in one way or another and were stuck in the middle of the desert. They needed to head back to camp where Yellowfang was going to treat them. Cloudkit came along as he was carrying the fabbric of a stretcher.
"Okay, it's just you two that are left?" Cloudkit asked.
"Yes it's just us." Fireheart replied. He groaned as he had a difficult time moving, he had been shot skimmed his leg. Cloudkit looked over at Fernkit who had fragments of a grenade in her side, three maybe four. Cloudkit looked over to see who he was going to evacuate first.
"Are you okay going to be okay on your own Fireheart?" Cloudkit asked.
"I'll be all right Nephew, get us back to camp please." Fireheart told Cloudkit that he was going to be good. Cloudkit nodded as he decided to evacuate Fernkit first. Cloudkit picked Fernkit up As he seemed to be struggling to carry her.
"Goodness you're dense Fernkit." Cloudkit began as he attempted to lift her up.
"Even if strength lies in a fluffy, kind hearted cat such as yourself." Fernkit complimented. Cloudkit struggled as he brought Fernkit to the spot where he was going to drop her down.
"Stay here, I'm going to rescue Fireheart." Cloudkit instructed Fernkit. Fernkit nodded as Cloudkit. Cloudkit was off back to find Fireheart.
Cloudkit retraced his steps to where Fireheart was. He made sure to try to take the safe avenue of approach when it came to looking for his uncle. However, an obstacle was waiting for him around the corner. A Shadowclan sniper had Cloudkit in his sights. Cloudkit appeared and the sniper fired. Cloudkit collapsed which the sniper got the illusion that he managed to get Cloudkit in the first shot. Cloudkit looked up as the sniper had merely just knocked his helmet off of him. Cloudkit looked at his helmet which had a large white streak going through the top. Cloudkit looked ahead as he spotted Fireheart but the sniper was going to make things difficult if it meant reaching Fireheart. Cloudkit knew he needed to be inventive if he was going to get the sniper's attention. Fireheart saw that his nephew was pinned down by a Shadowclan sniper. Fireheart grabbed an M1 Garand and made sure it was loaded by opening the top of the rifle. It was loaded so he closed it back up. He decided to lean out to try to find where this sniper was. Cloudkit tossed the helmet into the air to try to get the sniper's attention. The sniper leaned out and shot the helmet. Fireheart looked around as he wasn't able to spot the sniper anywhere. Cloudkit knew he needed to risk himself if he was going to get to Fireheart and carry him to safety. Cloudkit gulped as he decided to make a run for it. The sniper fired but missed Cloudkit. Fireheart found where the sniper was and fired two round into it, killing the sniper instantly. Cloudkit finally arrived to Fireheart's side.
"It's like me back on the shooting range." Fireheart began. Cloudkit laid down the stretcher pad as he was going to make an attempt to get Fireheart to safety.
"Give me that." Cloudkit told Fireheart as he took the M1 Garand Fireheart had.
"Do you think it's a little too late for target practice now don't you think?" Fireheart asked Cloudkit. Cloudkit was rolling the M1 Garand in the stretcher pad. Cloudkit had a different idea in mind.
"Jump on it." Cloudkit instructed Fireheart.
"You're kidding?" Fireheart asked Cloudkit.
"I'm going to drag you." Cloudkit instructed Fireheart that he was going to take him to safety. Fireheart tried to think. His nephew couldn't be this serious? A call was heard as several Shadowclan cats had appeared, trying to figure out where the shooting came from and who killed their sniper. Fireheart knew there was no time to waste.
"LET'S DO IT!" Fireheart shouted. Fireheart maneuvered his way onto the stetcher pad, his he hissed as his leg was hurting him. Cloudkit knew it was now or never to get Fireheart to safety, Fireheart grabbed his Thompson Sub Machine gun as Cloudkit began to drag Fireheart back to where he left Fernkit.
"Ready?" Cloudkit asked Fireheart.
"Yeah!" Fireheart told Cloudkit. Cloudkit continued to drag Fireheart as the Shadowclan cats got closer. Bullets began to skim over their heads as the missing to get Fireheart back to camp wasn't going to be without a fight. "We got company!" Fireheart shouted. Cloudkit knew he needed to make a run for it. He turned around and began to run, dragging Fireheart with him.
"Come on!" Cloudkit told Fireheart. Cloudkit continued to run as the Shadowclan cats got closer to them. Fireheart raised his Thompson and began to fire. He was firing single shots to save on ammo. A Shadowclan cat fired at them but Fireheart responded with a shot of his own. The Shadowclan cat crumbled down as Cloudkit continued to run and dodge the incoming bulelts that were trying to take him and Fireheart down. Fireheart continued to fire the Thompson to keep Cloudkit safe. More Shadowclan cats fell as Cloudkit ran for his life as the Shadowclan cats closed in all around them. A couple more Shadowclsn cats fell before Cloudkit reached the area where he had set Fernpaw aside. Cloudkit grabbed the rope and tied it around Fireheart.
"Paws up!" Cloudkit instructed Fireheart. Fireheart did so as Cloudkit tied the rope around him. Once Fireheart was secured, Cloudkit prepared to send him down but the Shadowclan cats continued to get closer and closer to them.
"Are you kidding?" Fireheart asked.
"I'm not." Cloudkit replied. "Are you ready?" He asked Fireheart.
"Yeah!" Fireheart shouted.
"Go!" Cloudkit called out. Cloudkit kicked Fireheart down as he grabbed the rope to slow Fireheart's fall to a comfortable speed. He had a cloth to make sure his paws didn't get burned. Fireheart descended down as Cloudkit had all his trust on him. The shouts of the Shadowclan cats were heard as the bullets skimmed past Cloudkit. Cloudkit hid behind a rock as he didn't want to get shot and die, he clung his paws to the rope. Fireheart's body hits the ground as the others ran forth to begin helping Fireheart up. Bluestar among them.
"Are you okay Fireheart?" Bluestar asked Fireheart.
"Yeah but Cloudkit is still up there. he's got Shadowclan cats on his tail." Fireheart told Bluestar. Bluestar couldn't believe that Fireheart was being serious. Cloudkit was away from camp once more. Then the mass of a giant ball appeared as Cloudkit was hanging onto Fernkit He was going to use gravity to his advantage. the rooe was being stretched further and further as Cloudkit descended with Fernkit. Eventually they had a problem, The rope connecting them together got stuck as both Cloudkit and Fernkit struck the side of the climbing wall. Brightkit noticed that Cloudkit was in trouble decided to raise her rifle as the Shadowclan cats began to appear. Bang! She took the first shot as the Shadowclan cats joined up and one of them fell. The rest off the camp followed along as they began firing whatever they had at the Shadowclan crowd. The Shadowclan cats began to fall as Cloudkit attempted to get himself properly sorted. After a few minutes of firing, the Shadowclan cats retreated as they couldn't deal with the firepower that Thunderclan had. Brightkit went up as she decided to help Fernkit and Cloudkit down. Once they were down. Bluestar walked over to Cloudkit.
"Out of camp again, I saw you've rescued a few of our warriors that had gone missing. I'm pleased with the bravery you've shown especially for both a kitty-pet and a kit." Bluestar began as she wasn't scolding Cloudkit for deciding to risk his own life to get some of the cats back. "Are you hurt?" Bluestar asked Cloudkit. Cloudkit didn't know what to say as Brightkit walked over to Cloudkit.
"Get him to see Yellowfang. He looks dazed." Brightkit told Bluestar to have the combat medic look over him to see if he was fine.
"Okay." Bluestar mewed. Cloudkit was escorted away to see Yellowfang as the others looked on with pride. A kit to risk his own life for someone else's was truly a warrior in a small sized package indeed.
To all of those who had given their lives for someone else's if there was a starclan we would pray to save one more life even if we risk our own. It's good to have the ferocity for someone else's life even without firing a shot. Post completely based off of...

Universe by U/BlueFishCake
Previous Chapter
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I don't look like a sad orphan! I think.
Sean was frantically looking through his extremely limited supply of "nice" clothes. Haali had reminded him that while they were proper business attire, they weren't exactly glamorous or flattering. Sean had no use for fancy clothes, so he really didn't have any. Now here he was kicking himself for not having at least one nice shirt.
He leaned over and looked at himself in the mirror and groaned, "Damnit I have no idea what I'm doing. Reflection what do I do?".
He and his reflection both shrugged, "Ugh, some use you are.".
He stuck his head back into his closet, hoping that somehow a perfect article of clothing had somehow appeared there. Coincidentally he remembered an old shirt he had "borrowed" from his dad. He hadn't noticed it before, he kept it tucked away in a box at the top of the closet and he often forgot it existed. Besides, he virtually never looked through his clothes with this level of intensity.
As he reached up to the box, he began to feel increasingly ridiculous. It was one of his dad's old shirts from his partying days back when he was a little younger than Sean. Suffice it to say, the garment could be officially qualified as "old as shit".
Sean initially took it as a joke; something to wear to 80's parties or when he just wanted to look absurd. Fashion was an ever-changing force and so much time had passed since this shirt had been woven. You could turn a lot of heads for all the wrong reasons wearing this thing. But it did have one thing going for it: it strangely reminded him of something Haali would wear.
It didn't look like his fluffy pirate shirt or anything, but it had that same "I'm here to party 'till I die look". Sean fumbled around until his hand met the box, with an odd degree of reverence he slid the box off the shelf and he sat it on his bed. He flipped the lid off with one finger and winced when he saw it again.
I forgot how outrageous this thing is...
The "Turquiose Menace" as he had come to call it, would arise once again. He held it up; he smiled, then cringed, then weakly smiled once more. He held it over himself in the mirror and tilted his head from side to side, trying to make a decision. After a few more seconds of looking, he shrugged, nodded, "It'll have to do...". He gently laid it on his bed and went to take a shower.
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Haruk had been enjoying herself getting ready for tonight. She was smiling and running a brush through her hair as she hummed to herself. She had invested in a full body mirror and was enjoying the sight of herself looking so good. She was ecstatic to have an excuse to get all dressed up and look sexy. While she was quite satisfied with her appearance, she had a growing sense of dread in the back of her mind concerning Sean and Xerya.
Goddess I hope those two show up wearing something half way decent.
She stopped brushing her long hair for a moment to rotate around and check out her back side. She smiled and giggled a bit, she loved getting everything about this. She spun back around and pushed a lock of hair over her ear, she then resumed brushing her hair. As she raised the brush for another stroke, she froze.
I... I better go check on Xerya.
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Xerya wasn't used to this feeling, and she really didn't like it. She was someone who always had her shit together, and now was one of the very few times in her life where she didn't. The sliding door to her closet in her room was wide open. She had her arms outstretched, resting on the opposing sides of the closet. She had a thin sheen of stress sweat coating her face and her eyes were widened by a low grade panic attack.
Nice? What does that even mean? I think a tank top and sweat pants are nice. I know that's not what they mean, but shit, I don't really have anything to work with here!
She frantically shoved her hangers from side to side as she searched for some forgotten article of clothing. The real kick in the tits was Haali's specific ban on wearing uniforms. When she had first gotten word of their dinner date, that's exactly where her mind first went; hell, that’s what she always wore when she had to dress up. They might have been a little stiff and up tight, but it gave her a decent set of clothes that were accepted in most places.
That devious little imp had now starved her of her silver bullet for fashion. So now she was trapped in a clothesless wasteland of her own making, and she was running out of time. She was about to double down on her growing anxiety by panicking about the time but was interrupted by a knock at the door.
Several aggressive thuds on the door were followed by Haruk's voice. Her tone was a blend of teasing and legitimate concern, "Hey Xerya you alive in there? You didn't get crushed under your own tits did ya?".
Thank the goddess!
Xerya bounded over to her door, her massive jugs bouncing around with every step. She had been topless while trying to decide what to wear. She flung the door open wearing an uncharacteristically neurotic look of fear. She was greeted by the image of an irritatingly sexy and well-dressed Haruk.
At first, she thought Haruk had magically grown several inches, but then as she looked down she noticed the shoes she was wearing. A pair of high heeled sandals were strapped to her feet. She was adorned by a cobalt blue dress that clung to her hips and ass and flowed freely as it cut off just above her ankles. It accented her flat tummy and the curves of her breasts as two straps tied together behind her neck to hold the whole thing up.
She had shiny earrings on and her hair had been expertly curled and styled. Her long glossy ponytail cascaded over her left shoulder. The blue of her highlights blended with the blue of her dress...and at that point Xerya realized she was staring. At Haruk of all people.
Haruk grinned and gently slid her ponytail over her shoulder in a practiced motion, "Damn I must look good, I'm even making girls stare.".
Xerya's cheeks became tinged with blue, "I-uhh- no I wasn't!".
Haruk rolled her eyes, "Yeah ok whatever.". Her eyes then crept downward to the blue capped mountains hanging off Xerya's chest, "So uhhh", she pointed at Xerya's tits, waving her finger in a little circle, "What's going on here?".
Xerya's blush intensified, she felt vulnerable. Not because of her tits hanging out, but because she didn't have a plan. Not having a plan was not how she lived her life. "Haruk I don't know what to do! You and Sean said no uniforms and I have nothing else but my awesome comfortable clothes.".
Haruk pushed past Xerya and invaded her room while shaking her head, "My goddess...".
For such a clever and punctual person, Xerya really did live like an animal. There was clutter and random bits of clothing all over the place. Haruk spun around in place marveling at the duality of Xerya's existence, "How do you live like this?".
Xerya swung her door shut and stepped to face Haruk. She ran her hands down her cheeks, "It's worse than usual. If you can't tell, I'm sort of freaking out. What the deep do I wear? I don't know how to look good!".
Haruk didn't want to ruin her makeup, but she managed a modest face palm anyways. She chuckled lightly, "You already look good you idiot. You just need to learn how to show it!".
Xerya flailed her arms in frustration, "With what though? Look in that closet? Would you honestly allow me to wear anything in there to dinner? We both know you're going the be the self-proclaimed fashion police here.".
Haruk smiled and pointed right at Xerya's face, "And don't you forget it.".
Haruk quickly spun around and began to pick through Xerya's closet. A mere few seconds later she spun around looking like she just saw a ghost, "You're fucked.".
Xerya mirrored Haruk's terror, "...what... do I do?".
Haruk looked at her omni pad, "Well we could try to run out real fast a-".
"We don't have time!" Xerya shouted.
Haruk stood silently with her chin resting on the thumb and index finger. One of her long legs pumped rhythmically as if generating thoughts. She looked up to Xerya with a somber expression, "There's only one thing we can do then.".
Xerya was desperate, she'd try anything at this point. Sean would be arriving in a few minutes, and she was out of ideas. Her voice was full of desperation, "Whatever it is, I'll do it!".
Haruk nodded, "Come to my room, it’s up to my closet to save you.".
Haruk strode out without another word. Her mind was focused solely on the task at hand; and it was quite a task. Trying to fit Xerya into her clothes sounded impossible, but tonight they needed to accomplish exactly that.
Haruk opened Xerya's door, then her own a few seconds later. Xerya stood there looking across the hall with her hands hanging at her sides. She whispered quietly and fearfully, "But... how will I fit?".
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Sean was powerwalking his way through the corridors of the building. The black eyes of the marines were glued to him even more than usual. His shirt did not button up all the way, so he had been flashing his chest to everyone he crossed paths with. His face was burning red from all the attention.
It had been a constant stream of cat calls the whole way there. Many of the faces he recognized simply from being on the base a lot, and then there were the faces that belonged to his students. It was easy enough to ignore the strangers and run away. It was much harder to ignore Shinal stepping out of her room and staring at his chest while licking her lips.
Sean watched her nipples harden as she cooed, "You're looking... sharp today Mr. Warwick.". Sean felt obligated to say something on account of being her teacher. He smiled weakly and gave a quick, "Hi Shinal, see ya tomorrow.". He didn't even stop moving to say it. He blew past her as she leaned out her door to shamelessly stare at his ass like many others were.
Shinal pivoted back into her doorway and whispered to herself, "See you tomorrow...". She smiled up at the ceiling and disappeared back into her room.
Sean was grateful that he could see Xerya's door coming into view down the hallway. He never thought drowning in pussy could be a bad thing, until now. He laughed internally at the thought of a giant blue vagina popping out of a door somewhere and swallowing him whole like some sort of "Penis Fly-trap". He felt safer already as he gently knocked on Xerya's door.
His budding sense of safety quickly faded away as no one answered the door. That was very unlike Xerya to not stick to the plan.
I hope everything is ok. What if she's sick, or in trouble with work? That would fuck up the whole night. She better not, but she's better than that. What if something happened to her? Oh fuck maybe she's hurt... or worse!?
God damnit why does my brain always go straight to this insane shit!?
Sean looked to his right and saw several marines mingling about farther down the hall and trying very hard not to look like they were staring. Sean wanted nothing more than to disappear into Xerya's room, and now for some unknown reason he couldn't.
Fuck it, plan B.
He turned around and banged on Haruk's door in a decidedly more panicked fashion. A few seconds of insane daydreaming later and the door opened, revealing an exceptional looking Haruk.
Sean looked up extra high to meet her eyes, "Woah...".
Haruk smiled brightly and blushed, "Hi, Sean you look so...".
She bit her lip as her eyes glued themselves to his chest, "...good".
The reality of Sean's situation then dawned on Haruk. She leaned past Sean and looked into the hall; her suspicions were confirmed by the presence of the unwanted competition out there. She wrapped an arm around Sean's waist and quickly pulled him inside, "You beautiful idiot, get in here!".
Sean paced forward a bit and turned to watch Haruk push her door shut. Haruk put her hands on her hips, "You should have called one of us! You went through all that alone?".
Sean looked at the floor, "Ehh yeah, to both of those things, sorry.".
Haruk bent down and hugged Sean, "No I'm sorry. I'm not trying to be mean. I just want you to be safe.".
Sean turned and kissed her cheek as he wrapped his arms around her, "Well here I am in one piece, also, holy shit you look gorgeous!".
He broke out of her hug and stepped back to fit all of Haruk in his vision. He looked at her from head to toe, "You look so good I almost just wanna skip dinner.".
Haruk swooned, "If any of us looks good, its you! I've never seen a shirt like that. It's very se- um it looks so good on you!".
Sean laughed as he remembered how he dressed, "This thing practically came out of a time machine. It used to belong to my dad back when he was my age. I kept it just for fun, oddly enough it kind of reminded me of the shirts Haali wears.".
Haruk winked, "Well, whatever it is, it’s working.".
Sean couldn't help but to run a hand along Haruk's tight thigh, "Yeah, so is this.".
He looked up at Haruk and they swapped not so innocent smiles. Sean then membered why be was here, "So where's Xerya?".
Haruk looked to the corner of her room where her closet resided. Their rooms may not have had bathrooms in them, but they generous closets. She gently and quite reluctantly guided Sean's hand off of her thigh, "Let me go check. We had a bit of a clothing situation.".
Sean shrugged and chuckled, "Umm, ok. I hope she's about ready.".
As Haruk approached the closet Sean heard Xerya's voice, "I almost ready I swearing! And hi Sean!".
Sean smiled and looked toward the closet, "Everything ok in there?".
Haruk looked into her closet, "Oh my goddess!".
As she rounded the corner, she was greeted with the sight of Xerya annihilating her stretchiest dress. It was the only thing she had a hope of fitting into, and fitting was a very relative term in this case. She was spilling out of the top and bottom of Haruk's poor white dress.
She was frantically stuffing her tits back into the extremely low neckline. Doing so caused it to ride up her legs and damn near cause her ass to fall out the bottom. Her tits took up so much room in the dress there really wasn't much room left for the rest of her.
Xerya looked at Haruk with a worried expression, "Hold on I just need another second.". She reached down and pulled the bottom to cover more of her ludicrously thick thighs.
Haruk's looked shocked, "You're exploding out of it! By the Empress! You look like you're going to an erotica convention!".
Xerya turned to her looking terrified, "So, it's not working? We don't have time for anything else! And I feel ridiculous!".
Haruk was exasperated, "I mean, it's working, but not for the right reasons.".
Sean overheard this exchange, and he couldn't help but have a look. He peeked around the corner and his jaw hit the floor. Xerya was rocking a beyond skintight white dress that honestly couldn't contain her assets. He got there just in time to see her adjust her bra straps which made the dress ride back up her thighs again.
Xerya saw Sean emerge and blushed like she did the first time they met. She shyly put her hands behind her back and put on a nervous smile, "Hi".
Sean smiled ear to ear while fucking her with his eyes, "Hello to you.".
Haruk rolled her eyes, "See, he basically wants to fuck you right here. Only problem is, now we gotta go have dinner with our boss's, boss's, boss.".
Both Sean and Xerya wilted a bit, but very quickly their eyes began to slither all over each other again. Xerya huffed, "How do you wear these things Haruk?".
Haruk crossed her arms, "Well not like you, that’s for sure.".
Sean squeezed by Haruk, he was compelled to feel Xerya's touch. He literally couldn't stay away, "Xerya you look incredible.".
She quickly responded to his approach by kneeling down and kissing him. Sean allowed his hands to roam all over her, "Just uhhh, try not to pop out at the dinner table. I feel like that would make things maybe just a bit awkward.".
Xerya looked mortified, then relaxed a little, "Yes, I really do not want sex dinner.".
Xerya stood back up and Sean guided her and Haruk towards the door, "Yeah sex is for dessert, not dinner.".
As he said that he made eye contact with Haruk and licked his lips with a devilish smile. Haruk turned blue and bit her lip in anticipation.
They got to the door and Sean put his hand on the handle, "Ok, are you two as nervous as I am?”.
Haruk enthusiastically said, “Oh yeah.”.
Xerya, looking quite nervous, quietly and rapidly nodded.
Sean turned the handle and swung the door open, “Alright, lets try to survive this thing.”.
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The exo hangar was a loud, well-lit place. Most of the time. Now it was dark except for the lights in bay one. The building was eerily quiet except for the occasional clang or whirring of hand tools. As always, the place stunk of grease, coolant, and sweat.
There was one other sound that broke the pattern of mechanical noises.
"BROTHER FUCKING DAUGHTER OF A CUNT!"
Khe'siri leaned against the wrench and shoved with all her freakish strength. The sweat poured off her brow as she grunted and strained. She adjusted her footing, tightened her grip on the wrench and pushed again. Alas the stubborn bolt refused to turn.
She stepped back and shook the numbness out of her hands, "Goddess damned piece a shit! What crawled up your ass?".
She sat down on a crate and took a long sip off her water bottle. She scowled at the bolt; she hated it. She wanted to defeat it... to destroy it.
I don't care if it takes me all night. That little fucker is coming out of there.
Anyone else who saw her like this would assume she was miserable. That wasn't the case though. It was dark, quiet except for her, and there was no one else around. No people, no bullshit, just her and her work. This was her happy place.
Happy of course was a relative term. Khe'siri didn't have the broadest spectrum of emotions out there. She was angry more often than she wasn't, she was infamous for her fiery temper and foul mouth. A quiet calm was about as close to happy as she could go. Despite her swearing and endless threats to the inanimate objects around her, she was almost enjoying herself.
She stood back up and wiped her hands on her coveralls. As usual the top half was tied around her waist leaving just a tight black tank top covering her chest. Sort of. She once again glared at the bolt on the exo's ankle actuator, "Ok smart ass, you just earned yourself a date with the breaker.".
She reached behind her toolbox and retrieved a five-foot-long purple metal bar. It had a modular slot on the end to fit virtually any kind of nut, bolt, or screw in the Imperium. She had made it herself and was immensely proud of it. She was the only one who ever used it. Not only were many others afraid to interact with her, but they could barely even lift it anyways. It even felt heavy to her, and she loved it dearly.
As she wrapped her meaty hands around it, she looked at it with true affection. Love never brought her anything but trouble in the past. Love with people anyways, but the breaker only ever brought her joy. It was basically her boyfriend.
She had a joyous glint in her eye as she approached the bolt once more, "Alright you little shit, looks like we're doing this the hard way.".
She found herself holding back a smile. Despite the joy she felt wielding the breaker, she really hated that bolt.
Without any preamble she slotted in the proper head and placed it over the bolt. She had the bar angled across her chest so she could channel all her might into it. Between that and the massive mechanical advantage provided by its length, no nut or bolt had ever resisted its power. She was confident this one would be broken like all the others.
"TIME TO GET FUCKED"
Her biceps swelled as she dumped all her power into the breaker. This was the part where the bolt was supposed to turn. Where she got to win. To have at least one little thing in her life turn out her way. But it did not.
She grunted, those grunts turned into growls. Her frustration and rage crescendoed into outright yells, "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!". Almost as if the universe wanted to kick her while she was down, she caught a glimpse of herself reflected on a deactivated data pad as she screamed that question.
She let go of the breaker and thew her arms into the air. She was still looking at her reflection, "What the fuck is wrong with you?".
This was supposed to be the one thing she was good at. Her current failure reminded her of her abysmal scores in that stupid English class she had to take. Not that she really gave a shit about it, but she needed to pass. After a prior incident involving a gratuitous lack of self-control and a dumbass fellow mechanic, Sergeant Revni had creatively punished Khe'siri by enrolling her in English classes on base.
Now she was stuck in that class with a bunch of hopeless cunts who think they'll be able to fuck their teacher. Not only did she not like her classmates, but that human language was stupid. It's hard to learn a language when you hate it and the class.
Then there was that teacher of theirs. He was always parading around the room acting like he was everyone's friend with his tight little pants and fat ass. Guys only ever brought her trouble. Now she had to sit there and listen to a preachy little human male teach her his primitive language.
And now this bolt.
Thinking about the mountain of failures that was her life caused her temper to flare once more. She stormed over to the data pad and threw a punch fueled by her searing anger. The screen instantly cracked into a spiderweb pattern, and the entire back side now domed outwards. Not feeling satisfied, she grabbed the tablet and launched it across the room where it exploded against the opposite wall.
"FUCK!"
She stood there panting and looking at the floor while the hurricane in her mind gradually wound down. She turned to head back to the breaker for one last final try when she noticed something.
Oh my fuck.
The entire casing for that ankle joint was bent. It would be impossible to pull the bolts now. Fixing a broken arm had just turned into brain surgery. Khe'siri gritted her teeth and sneered, "Oh just wait till I find the bitch that drives this thing..."

I’m so confused, what’s the new schedule and where do we find the shows? I see the local hour live M-Th thing, and that’s easy to find but I also heard them advertise the Samsung tv thing, are they doing live over there now and not on YouTube for noon?
Pay the teachers