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Sunday, February 6, 2011
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- Allyson Pecilunas said...
Ahh I love it!! I have a boston they are so cute and peppy! :) How freakin adorable. I am not sure if you were following me before but if you were I had some glitches in my blog and had to recreate a new one come visit me there at noplacelikehomeally.blogspot.com
- February 6, 2011 at 2:09 PM
- Pamela said...
Love this!!
My old male cat loves our German Shepherd too but everyone time I try to take their picture of the cat grooming the dogs head he wakes away!!
Your dog is adorable!!
Pamela :)
- February 6, 2011 at 3:15 PM
- Crystal said...
Oh, how sweet!!!!
- February 6, 2011 at 3:45 PM
- Gail said...
Now that is the sweetest picture. I wish my pets would get along like that.
Enjoy the game.
- February 6, 2011 at 7:43 PM
- Tess Maxey said...
How cute Pattie!! If only the rest of us could all get along so well. I'm loving your blog! Tess
- February 6, 2011 at 8:49 PM
- Cindy @ LeChaiseParfait said...
I love it, how sweet is that.
- February 6, 2011 at 8:59 PM
- ⚜ ↁℯℬℬᴵℰ⚜ said...
That is very sweet Pattie, very sweet XO
- February 6, 2011 at 9:51 PM
- Granna said...
Sweet. I have a Boston Terrier too!
- February 6, 2011 at 10:45 PM
- A Vintage Vine said...
So cute together! My dog and cat go along fine too! Who says they have to hate each other!
- February 6, 2011 at 11:32 PM
- Elizabeth said...
Ahh, how sweet. I just found your blog and have thoroughly enjoyed reading through your blog. I am a new follower now!
- February 7, 2011 at 4:14 PM
- Bella Storia said...
I just found your blog today via Funky Junk, and I've gotta say, I totally love it! I'll be checking back often to see what's new - thanks so much for sharing! And by the way, your furry family members are just darling!
- February 8, 2011 at 2:31 AM
- Lynne (lynnesgiftsfromtheheart) said...
This is just too cute... thank you for swinging by the benched vignette, I feel lucky to have found your blog.. hugs ~lynne~
- February 8, 2011 at 4:55 PM
- Anne Lorys - Fiona and Twig said...
Oh my gosh, I LOVE this picture!!!
Thanks so much for the visit, nice to meet you!
- February 9, 2011 at 8:37 PM


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Yesterday my wife completed a tricky, complex negotiation successfully. As a result my seven year old son found himself eating an additional helping of his "five a day" every day for a week, in return for a limited increase in his PS2 (PlayStation to the uninitiated) time. However he turned the tables shortly afterwards in a gloriously intricate manouevre that secured a trip to the Pier at the weekend AND some goalkeeping gloves. The strategy involved a 24 hour charm offensive and some reverse psychology followed by the ultimate close - flowers (bankrolled by dad in a separate but no less impressive negotiation founded in emotional blackmail)and the unprompted tidying of his room.
I shouldnt be surprised. He spends alot of time with his mother. He's learnt from the master.
Thursday, 26 March 2009
Negotiation - nature or nurture?
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Tuesday, 17 March 2009
The Leaders and the Led
There is often tension betwen marketing and other disciplines as the battle to decided how an organisation should be "led" is played out. Should the organisation be true to itself or simply follow the latest research-led finding on audience attitudes? The truth is the two are not mutually exclusive. A successful organisations believes in itself, its values and finds compellingly different and special ways to articulate them - to find fulfilment both for itself and its audience. Its not led, it leads.
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Saturday, 7 March 2009
Marketing Myopia
A company I had hoped to work with contacted me last week to say that their biggest client had gone into administration and that it was " all hands to the pump" at the moment. As a result they couldnt undertake the marketing planning exercise we had talked about. Is my world just so marketing-centric I've lost touch with reality, or should they have been saying "can we bring the marketing planning exercise forward as now more than ever we need the right strategy to deal with our difficult challenges"? I dont understand why people dont understand - when your market is contracting you either need to take business from your competitors to survive at their expense,find new products to sell or markets to sell into, or sell more to existing customers. The success of any of these strategies is dependent upon your ability to get your marketing strategy and tactics right. Or is it just me?
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.... not the Trolley, my central heat and air unit. Yep, that is the noise that we heard out of it yesterday while Chuck and I were sitting around. We went outside, heard this awful noise, turned it down and went on our way. Thought that it was something that was not coming back. BUT....
We heard it again today and decided to call to have them come out and look at it. They told us it would be between 2 and 5 when they got here. As with the refrigerator, it was closer to 5, isn't that the way it always happens?
Before they came out I called the utilities to talk to them about financing a new unit. They charge $7K for them to finance it through a bank, pay on that for 10 years at 6% interest. Ok, that is a lot of money.
The guy comes out and looks at the unit, it is the outdoor motor fan that has gone out on it. It will cost a bit over $400 to fix it, but, and I mean BUT.... the unit is 16 years old and at this point it could nickel and dime us to death. Time to make a decision.
Now Chuck is at work and I hate making any decision without him being here. I forget to ask questions and then I have to go back and ask them. I look like a retard, but he isn't here to ask, so I have to ask. They do finance, but at a 17.9% rate, no matter what your credit rating is, but this is for 5 years, not 10 like the utilities. Also it is $2000 less than what the utilities charge. Big difference, but the interest rate is outrageous!
What to do, what to do? We decided to get it fixed and then when the next problem occurs, go from there. It could be tomorrow or 3 years down the road. The unit is supposed to last for 20 years, so I would rather take the chance and wait,then to put out that kind of money right now. At least in the winter time, you can buy heaters. If it happens in the summer, it has to be fixed, no matter what.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Clank, Clank, Clank
.... not the Trolley, my central heat and air unit. Yep, that is the noise that we heard out of it yesterday while Chuck and I were sitting around. We went outside, heard this awful noise, turned it down and went on our way. Thought that it was something that was not coming back. BUT....
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- Johanna said...
I left a message on your Facebook about HomeProtect. We pay for the insurance plan through Countrywide. Call Countrywide, they may be using another business, I'm not sure, but it's a policy against all of the electricals in the house the the central heat/air and the stove, refrigerator, washer/dryer, that sort of thing.
We pay the monthly fee through our mortgage payment, but it's a small deductible if they have to replace the unit. It's a small price to pay for peace of mind.
Our unit is original to the house, so it's older than yours! We've had to fix it throughout the years and we primarily carry that insurance for that issue. I don't want to have to finance a new unit.
17.9 percent? That's highway robbery!
Look into that policy or look online for other like policies that way you can fix the fan now and then the next time something happens, get a new unit for a small deductible.
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:: Ralen Yorul, Human Mercenary ::
:: Holding Cell ::
The man who called himself Eaten began to speaking again.
"That is interesting. I would have expected them execute a turncoat rather expediently. There doesn't seem to be a logical reason for me to be here either. I was on a freighter hauling completely legal supplies when we ran into an Imperial patrol in the outer rim. Some captain of a Star Destroyer must have decided he wanted what we had. We got picked up, the ship was impounded, and the crew taken prisoner. For some reason I was sent here. I guess we'll find out why soon enough."
When I was with the Empire, Ralen began, Quick executions were extremely common, so when I was captured I was surprised when I wasnt immediately killed. I almost wish I would have been. It would have saved me the trouble of worrying about what these scientist want with me. Ah well, I guess thats what I get for being a good merc. He finished jokingly.
Then finishing the last of his protein block, Ralen laid down on the bunk in such a way that he could continue listening to the man in the other cell. It was nice to have someone to talk to other then the one man who, in Ralens opinion, talked way too much.
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:: Specialist Jathan Cort/Eatan Surrell ::
:: Holding Cell ::
When I was with the Empire, Ralen began, Quick executions were extremely common, so when I was captured I was surprised when I wasnt immediately killed. I almost wish I would have been. It would have saved me the trouble of worrying about what these scientist want with me. Ah well, I guess thats what I get for being a good merc.
Hmm, so Ralen left the Empire to become a mercenary. Not a career switch you often see, probably why the man ended up in a science lab rather than a smoldering carcass. They probably had a long and painful death in store for the traitor.
"No sense wishing for a quick execution. As long as you're alive you have a chance. If these guys plan on experimenting on me they are going to have to pay for it." The right side of his mouth curled up into a sinister smile as he finished. Cort moved towards the front of his cell and leaned against the door, looking across to the neighboring cell where Ralen was now resting on the bunk. "How did you end up leaving the Empire? I have heard of some officers defecting to the Rebellion, and some going through the Academy just to jump ship afterwards, but a storm trooper leaving seems like a rare occurrence." Cort specifically said Rebellion rather than Alliance to sound less sympathetic. If only there was some way to get a message to the Commander to run a background check on the man, but unfortunately he was on his own. Ralen seemed somewhat willing to talk though. That would at least give him something to go on.
I felt a great disturbance in the force as if millions of nerds cried out in terror and were suddenly silenced.
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:: Ralen Yorul, Human Mercenary ::
:: Holding Cell ::
No sense wishing for a quick execution. As long as you're alive you have a chance. If these guys plan on experimenting on me they are going to have to pay for it.
The man stated. Ralens reply was not much more than a grunt, but then Eaten walked over to the door of the larger holding cell across the hallway, once more beginning to speak.
How did you end up leaving the Empire? I have heard of some officers defecting to the Rebellion, and some going through the Academy just to jump ship afterwards, but a storm trooper leaving seems like a rare occurrence.
This caught his attention, so Ralen slowly sat back up and looked at the man. The way he had spoken the word Rebellion almost sounded like he was trying to hide what he really thought.
Maybe I should try to learn a little more about this man.
Ralen thought to himself, but aloud he said:
My story is a little too long to tell here . . . well, maybe not. We are after all in prison. He said with a smirk, and then began to tell his tale. When I was a boy, all I ever wanted to be was a Stormtrooper. They were my heroes, my idols. So strong, so precise, so . . . right, or so it seemed at the time. When I was old enough, I enrolled in an academy, and began my long journey to becoming a Stormtrooper, fully planning on rising to some high rank. All the while doing what I thought was right. Not caring about anything but the orders. But then, a few years ago, I was providing security on the Death Star, and I watched as they completely destroyed my home world. Thats when it clicked. Everything I thought about the Empire was false. All my firm-held beliefs that they were right, and the Rebellion was wrong. They were not some great savior of the galaxy, they were a tyrant. A dictator, whos only thought was to rule the galaxy. The disgust was obvious in his voice as he spoke.
Soon after I was able to escape, and I eventually began my career as a mercenary. It took a while for my contracts to start giving me enough revenue to pay for everything I needed, but eventually it did. Then about a week ago I was working with a group of mercs doing a big job, but we were attacked by another band of mercenaries who just happened to be working for the Empire captured our ship and took basically everything I owned before delivering us to the Empire. That is how I wound up here. So, how about you? Whats your story? Ralen had been looking at the ground as he told this last part, but looked up when he asked about Eaten.
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:: Specialist Jathan Cort/Eatan Surrell ::
:: Holding Cell ::
Cort watched the man in the other cell intently while Ralen told his story. The Specialist maintained an emotionless expression as Ralen spoke, until he mentioned the Death Star and his home world being destroyed. This man, a former storm trooper, was from Alderaan! A brief flicker of emotion flashed across his face, a mix of surprise and sadness, and suddenly memories surfaced of his own home being obliterated by an orbital bombardment. He almost immediately regained his composure as he listened to the rest of Ralen's tale. Luckily the man had been looking at the ground as he spoke and did not see Cort's reaction. He was also surprised by the other man's willingness to talk so openly about his past with a complete stranger, and he seemed to be telling the truth for the most part. There at least didn't seem to be any deception regarding his feelings towards the Empire. Although he wondered why Ralen would have gone mercenary rather than joining the Rebels.
The Specialist thought briefly about how to respond when Ralen asked him about his story, and tried to remember the details from the dossier he had been given prior to the mission. He thought Ralen was being truthful and almost wished he could tell him who he really was, but for obvious security reasons he knew he had to stick to the cover story.
"There isn't a whole lot to tell, at least nothing to compare with your story. I did mercenary work for a few years too and a little bit of smuggling on the side, mostly in the outer rim and for independent clients. No strong feelings one way or the other towards the Empire or the war so I generally tried to avoid it, although I did have some excitement when the crew ran some contraband past an Imperial patrol a few times. Didn't do a lot of smuggling though, it paid well but was too risky. Weighing slightly lower pay against death or imprisonment made it an easy decision, although you can see how well that line of thinking worked out. The last couple of years I settled on contracting myself out for security services, which is how I ended up here. I was heading up security on one of my client's freighters, we came across an Imperial patrol, and the rest is history."
Before Ralen could respond Cort took a quick look around the holding area, at the guard at the door who seemed rather bored and unattentive at the moment, and his cellmate who was chatting it up with Sergeant Da'Ra on the other side of the cell. Satisfied that the guard and talkative man wouldn't be able to make out what he was saying, Cort turned back towards Ralen and spoke in almost a whisper.
"What do you know about that guy, besides the fact that he talks too much? Say, if some misguided fool were to plan something, would he join in or inform the guard?" Hopefully he hadn't given anything away as far as his allegiance. He didn't think so and his question should just come across as a prisoner looking for an opportunity to escape, which any normal person in that situation would think about.
I felt a great disturbance in the force as if millions of nerds cried out in terror and were suddenly silenced.
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:: Ralen Yorul, Human Mercenary ::
:: Holding Cell ::
Ralen listened to the mans story, and acted like he was truly interested in it. Which in a way he was, but not for the sake of getting to know the man, but rather because he wanted to know if he could trust him or not. As Eaten finished telling his tale, Ralen was about to respond, but before he had the chance to, the other man looked around towards the guards and his fellow cell mates, then walked over to the door of his cell. Looking at Ralen and speaking in a low voice the man asked
What do you know about that guy, besides the fact that he talks too much? Say, if some misguided fool were to plan something, would he join in or inform the guard?
When Ralen heard this, he figured it was just because the man was thinking about escaping, just like any man would. But he wasnt sure. As he thought about it, something seemed weird about the mans story as well. Ralen couldnt place his finger on what it was, but it started with the way the man had said Rebellion earlier.
Speaking like nothing was going on, Ralen said, Honestly, not much. For all the talking he does, he hasnt shared many details about his past, or his allegiances. He came in on the same shipment as I did a few days ago, and goes by the name of Jbarrl. Other than that, all I know is that he was arrested for selling illegal weapons. So to answer your question, Im not sure. He does seem to talk a lot, but I dont think he would tell the guards.
Ralen thought about adding something about him being able to help, but then decided against it. Asking for someone plan of escape and then offering your services would sound a little odd, so he decided to just wait and see if this man wanted help. If he even was truly trying to escape.
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:: Specialist Jathan Cort/Eatan Surrell ::
:: Holding Cell ::
'Hmm, illegal weapons, interesting.'
Cort thought. Someone with those kind of connections could be valuable to their group, and if it turned out J'barrl couldn't be trusted, he was sharing a cell with a squad of trained killers. As far as Ralen was concerned, it was easy to invent a sob story about the Empire destroying one's home, but he seemed truthful enough and would be an asset with his storm trooper training. It would be a risk though and he would have to be careful when the time came. Not wanting to risk creating anymore suspicion than he already had , Cort decided to end the discussion.
"Well Ralen, I guess there is nothing left but to find out what these guys have in store for us."
Cort sat back down on the bench and leaned back against the wall. He had had enough talk and was itching to make his move, but that of course depended on the readiness of the rest of the team. For now he would wait.
I felt a great disturbance in the force as if millions of nerds cried out in terror and were suddenly silenced.
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:: Belyra Vekraa/ Elayne Korvani, Human Smuggler/ Mercenary ::
:: Testing facility Landing Pad ::
As Elayne and Kardac left the ship early that morning they put on an air of being a bit under the weather from the previous nights drinking. Given the smuggler's previous experience it wasnt particularly hard for her to fake. If a guard had been set on their ship then they were nowhere in sight, and the front door to the entrance building was locked. Grumbling the woman pulled out her commlink and pulled up Kesas number which shed gotten off him the previous night. As the call connected they were making a bit of a show of finding a way around in case anyone was watching, then walked down the side of the administration building where there was just enough room between it and the private hangar building, grumbling loudly about being locked out in the drizzling rain so no one could accuse them of sneaking around.
Oi, Kesa, why you lock us out with no guard or whatever to answer the doorbell when it's raining? she spoke into the comm grumpily. There was a chuckle from the other end.
You sound a little the worse for wear for last nights frivolities
the mercenary leader commented.
Oh shut it she replied irritably. There was another chuckle.
Hang on, ill be down there shortly
he replied. The night before as Elayne had got more drunk she had cosied up to Kesa more, supposedly trying to rekindle their fling from twelve months earlier and he thankfully had responded well to her drunken affections. It hadn't resulted in much more than a goodnight kiss but for her Elayne persona that was plenty. The woman wasnt particularly known as a flirt after all. She was rather glad he was coming in person to meet them, their plan had half a chance of possibly working.
It's okay, we have kinda found our way down the side of this building she commented. Hope you haven't locked the mess hall on us too.
What? You aren't meant to be wandering... Just wait there.
The call ended and Elayne looked at her commlink.
Righteo she said but she waited until she was back on the covered pathway that lead behind the hangar to the mess hall before she stopped. Less than a minute later Kesa appeared on the path ahead of them walking towards them with long strides.
You know you aren't meant to just wander around here
he said, his voice barely sounding accusing. Elayne shrugged.
I hardly was trying to sneak around, just wanted to get out of the damn rain. Shoulda had someone there if you wanted us escorted still. The woman still sounded a bit groggy.
Well no harm done I guess, and I'm glad to see you are happy to get moving early. Some of my men take a bit to get motivated. Come on, you look and sound like you could do with a cup of Caf. Your lot eaten yet? Breakfast is being served.
Elayne gave him a grateful smile and stepped in closer to him. Are you going to be eating with us? she asked him, a slight measure of longing added to her voice. He gave her a lop sided grin.
We'll I've already had a bite to eat, but I guess I could join you, if you want.
The woman stepped in closer until she was almost toe to toe with him. I'd like that. Be nice to catch up some more. She paused for a moment as if hesitating before she continued in a softer voice, more longing added to it. You know, I hadn't realized how much I'd missed you until last night. I don't normally find myself longing for a particular guy, not that I've had that many, but... She left the sentence hanging, desperately hoping he would take the bait. It was a gamble.
The previous night her and Kardac had argued extensively over how to put their next part of the plan into action. They needed a way into the prison so they were there when the bombs went off so their companions could be sprung and armed immediately. Several ideas had been thrown around and dismissed. Eventually Elayne had won with her way, mostly because nothing else seemed particularly viable. She knew Kardac was still against it but with no other option they hadn't been left with much choice. It all hinged on her ability to sweet talk Kesa into exactly what she wanted. Never had quite so much ridden on her man seducing ways.
Lady Luck was with them however. In a rare show of affection he lifted one hand to caress her cheek. Was I that good? he said cockily, that lop sided grin still on his face. The smuggler pressed her face into his hand, lifting hers up to cup his. Yes she admitted, putting every bit of skill she had into the lie. He had been good, but shed had better.
Why didnt you come back to my bed last night then?
She gave a tiny sigh. I... I wasnt sure if you still felt the same. Sides, I didnt want it to seem like thats all I was after or something. She purposely stumbled over the words. Somehow it was working. He gave a little chuckle.
Maybe we can get reacquainted later then?
Elayne looked deep into his eyes. I'd like that. After you've finished your duties for the day of course.
I can always get one of my lieutenants to take over, not like much happens here. Assuming you dont have more pressing matters, like getting your ship repaired?
Sarat is on top of it anyway.
There was the sound of a throat being cleared and Elayne took a half step backwards with a glance at Kardac, who was purposely playing the role of a slightly impatient third wheel to their interactions. Kesa assumed his usual tough mercenary leaders look.
You should probably have breakfast first, then we can get 'reacquainted'
. His hand dropped from her cheek but Elayne caught it with a wait! Kesa looked at her, one eyebrow raised.
I was wondering... If you could do me a small favor? she asked in an uncertain voice.
What would that be?
Well... I've kinda been a bit put out by that smelly little Bothan cyborg. He was the prick that bruised me after all she said, her voice hardening and pointing to the still dark bruise on her cheek. I managed to be good and not kill him or injure him too badly, a dead prisoner doesnt get me any creds. I would really like to look him in the eye one last time before he gets sent off to whatever death you have planned for him.
Kesa looked at her a long while, starring into her emerald hard eyes. Eventually he nodded.
Okay. But no killing him. Do that, and I'm gonna have to dock the cost of him off your next pay
he warned her. She nodded, a look of grim anticipation growing on her face.
Oh, I hadn't planned to
him she commented, falling in next to the larger man as they walked towards to communications center.
Elayne, I'm not taking you there for you to damage him. I've got a reputation to keep after all. If I let my people bash up every prisoner that comes through to satisfy their urges, I'd lose this contract.
That scummy bastard tried to rearrange my face she said savagely. He deserves whatever he's got coming to him. Besides, I wouldnt want to hurt him too much, or he wouldnt be able to fully enjoy the hospitality of this lovely little facility. I'm sure whatever they have planned, I couldnt match up to with my torture techniques.
He chuckled.
When did you become so blood thirsty?
He opened the door and escorted them in. Unlike the office building this one didnt have corridors. They were immediately greeted with the sight of a huge bank of communications equipment on one side of the room, with a doorway on the other side leading to the armoury, through which they caught a glance of racks of blasters and some lockers as they continued towards the opposite door.
I've always been this way. You just didnt fully know me.
Two technicians in the room greeted Kesa as their group passed and he gave them a lazy wave of his hand in acknowledgement.
I'm sure we can fix that now you are becoming a member of the Golden Nexu.
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Once outside they didnt have to go far before they reached the prison door. Kesa entered the access code and they were admitted to a small chamber, where one of his men sat bored with his feet up on the console reading something on his datapad.
Read in your own time
Kesa snapped.
Now let us in.
The lightly armoured man hurriedly dropped his feet and put the datapad down, turning off its screen in the process.
he muttered quickly, and hit the button to open the door.
Inside Bel had to harden herself slightly to the sight that greeted her. Two cells, more like cages really, one on either side of the room. The sight of a prison was one she detested, shed always managed to avoid a stay in one and was glad she hadn't had to play the part of the 'prisoner'. The cell to the left held those who werent human, while the humans were piled into one on the right. The Empires discrimination towards non human sentients was clearly at work here. It was something she had never understood. On the right of the door stood a stormtrooper with his blaster held at a casual ready, almost more like a statue of white, relatively new and undamaged armor than a living person encased in the stuff.
On the left side of the doorway sat another Golden Nexu mercenary, who like his counterpart on the other side of the door was human and lightly armored sitting at a small table, though he quickly stood at their presence. He should be easier for the pair to dispatch- Kesa and the stormtrooper, not quite as easy. Her weapons could punch through a stormtroopers armor with ease at that range but her primary target was Kesa, and currently Kardac was still just armed with his hold out blaster and vibroblade hidden in his boots, as well as one of her small holdout blasters she had insisted he take, to his mild surprise. That one was powerful at close range, but it only had one shot in it. The pair had poured over different scenarios and situations late into the night. With how it sat currently, when things went down the other troops were his problem- Kesa was hers. She had insisted that she could take out more than one man on her own but he had won that particular part of the argument, citing that he was a trained soldier very proficient in multiple weapons and hand to hand combat and she was not. In a way she was kind of thankful even though her pride had been wounded, since killing Kesa would be challenge enough. Surprise would be her best bet, but she was still trying to work out the exact details.
Beyond the two cage like cells she could see a corridor with what looked like rows of small cells on either side and a door at the far end. The prison wasnt very big but it look like it could easily hold thirty prisoners in cramped quarters. It brought back memories of seeing slaves locked behind bars awaiting their sale to new owners in slave markets and she had to suppress a shudder of disgust. Her heart was beginning to beat faster, she had to concentrate on the moment at hand, and the deception she was about to pull off. Next to the mercenary there was a droid standing unmoving. Shed found out that its defense protocols had been disabled after it had attacked one too many prisoners for commenting about escaping or for insulting the Empire. Now it transmitted everything it heard or observed to the communications room, translated into Basic . There a technician made the decision whether what was being said needed attention by a guard. She was counting on that process being delayed.
The prisoners looked for the most part to be asleep, though some had woken at the sound of the door opening then closing. Her eyes focused on the Bothan and the corners of her mouth lifted into a small sinister smile. Open their cell she said to Kesa, her words almost a question, and with a hard edge to them.
Remember what I told you Korvani
he warned her.
I'm not going to kill him. Will you please open it? This time it ended softer, and she turned pleading eyes to him. With a slight shake of his head Kesa waved to his man.
Dont make me regret hiring you on Elayne
The mercenary opened the cell with a shrug and Elayne immediately put her plan into action. Striding in quickly she grabbed the sleepy, half awake Tyyn by the front of his shirt, pulling him to his feet with a growl then punching him in the jaw. The result was that the surprised Bothan stumbled backwards against the solid back wall. In truth she had hit him only just hard enough to make it look the part and do little more than bruise him, using the hand that had held his shirt front to shove him backwards in the process. Filthy alien scum! she scowled at him, taking a few steps forward to grab him again. His fur was now trembling violently, but whether it was in fear or outrage at her actions she didnt know. She used her body to block the sight of him from the others and leaned in close. As she did so she slipped a small object down out of her bracer and let it fall into the neck of his shirt. It was the second battery that would fit in on top of the slimline one already inside his deactivated arm. They had decided that rearming the cyborg was one of their first priorities.
[Wait for signal] she growled viciously and quietly in poorly pronounced Bothan, the pushed him down roughly so he ended up on his butt on the ground with his back against the wall. As she stood she turned and pulled one of her blasters free in one fluid motion to point it at the crimson Twilek Tej who had gotten up and started to approach her in order to pull her off his comrade.
I wouldnt do that sweetheart. Unlike your captors here, I dont really care whether someone like you lives or dies. So what if I lose a few creds, if I get the satisfaction of putting a bolt between your eyes. Her words were ice cold and Tej slowly sat back down on the bench. With a satisfied grin she left the cell slowly, putting her deathhammer back in its holster as she was safely free of it. Inside she was beginning to panic. Where were the others? Styg and Keler should have gotten the signal by now, why weren't bombs going off and the sound of her beloved YT2400s engines roaring above them?
"See, I told you I wasn't going to kill him. I would have liked to though."
The mercenary closed the cage door behind her, something shed hoped wouldnt happen before the explosions started, and still with the grin on her face walked over to Kesa, flexing her right hand a little as if shed hurt her knuckles punching Tyyn. He had an amused smile on his face.
Do you feel better now? I didnt know you could be that cold.
I told you before Kesa, you dont completely know me. Thank you, though. She stepped in closer to him. What was taking their crew so long? If they didnt act soon, the trio would be on the way back to the mess hall and they really didnt want to be anywhere near that.
What was it you said to him?
Kesa asked curiously.
That? Elayne gave a short bark of a laugh. A Bothan insult. Roughly it translates to filthy rabid dog. Learnt it off a Bothan a long time ago, apparently they
hate being called that. She was improvising now and really hoped Kesa didnt know any Bothese.
The mercenary leader laughed loudly.
Youll have to teach me that one, I like it. Come on, you must be hungry.
There were still no explosions. As Kesas back turned to her, the smugglers eyes flicked over to Kardac. Wait Kesa! She grabbed his wrist, and out of desperation and rather out of character for this alias pulled him back towards her, stepped in close, and wrapping her arm around his waist pulled him in to kiss him on the mouth, long and hard. His initial surprise gave in to the kiss being returned. It felt to her like the kiss went forever, she really was playing for time now. Finally she heard the loud rumbling sounds as first one, then two more explosions went off all around them, the building shaking from the force of those explosions. The lights immediately went off. Kesa tried to pull away from her embrace.
What the karking he..?!
he didnt get the opportunity to finish. As soon as the lights had gone out Bel had taken advantage of the momentary confusion, pulling one blaster from its holster with lightning speed to shoot Kesa point blank in the stomach with it. She heard him growl in pain and quickly stepped backwards in the inky blackness, pulling her second blaster free to shoot him again. She wasnt going to risk that the first shot hadnt killed him.
The man moved faster than she thought. He was severely injured by the shot, but it hadnt killed him and Kesa was no slow bruiser. He pulled his own sidearm free and shot in the direction he guessed Bel would be. Red bolts of plasma hammered into him repeatedly as she fast fired in his direction, a feminine cry of pain adding to the confused and alarmed noises made by the prisoners and the sound of Kardac dispatching his targets. When she heard what she suspected was Kesas body thump dead to the floor, and feeling the cage bars of the aliens cage at her back, Elayne dropped to a kneeling position, lifting her right hand to awkwardly clutch at her left upper arm, her weapons still held in each hand. It was over in a matter of seconds though it felt much longer.
An emergency light flickered back on overhead, dimly lighting the prison as the simultaneous sounds of her ships turrets firing, the bunker buster missiles impacting with the mess hall and barracks and of buildings collapsing seemed to penetrate the still standing prison from all around. Elayne knelt, her left blaster raised painfully and her eyes flicking around the room as the ground beneath her feet shook unsteadily from the continuous explosions. She glanced around to see that Kardac had successfully killed the storm trooper and the mercenary, and Kesa lay barely a couple of metres away, his body and armor covered with plasma burns. One of her shots had hit him in the neck and blood was pooling under his head where her shot hadn't fully cauterized the artery it had punctured. A quick glance seemed to show all the prisoners were alive and unharmed.
Elayne hadn't been quite as lucky. One of the two shots Kesa had fired before dying had hit her in her upper arm. Pain tore through her arm and shoulder and sheer will power was all that was keeping the blaster in her trembling left hand raised and ready to shoot, just barely. The shot hadn't quite been direct, partly hitting her shoulder armour but she could smell the burning fabric and flesh. She knew the arm would be practically useless for shooting now, she would be able to pull the trigger once it had been bandaged and she took a stim but she wouldnt be able to aim accurately. As the pain kept increasing she clenched her teeth together, sucking in air between them with a painful hiss. Her gaze stopped on the dead Kesa again and this time she growled. "Slaver scum! Burn in the nine hells for all eternity!" She spat in pain fueled anger at the lifeless body.
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Re: Drongar Alpha
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June 17, 2017, 10:43:24 PM »
:: Lieutenant Commander Kardac Shalth/Kaberc Shurret ::
:: Testing facility buildings ::
~Kaberc kept quiet as Elayne and Kesa conversed over the comm. He merely acted the part of someone who'd had a bit much to drink the night before and didn't want to be out in the rain this early in the morning. Finally Kesa came out and met them and Elayne started to spin her web around him. They went on for a bit and he eventually cleared his throat in an impatient gesture of wanting to move along. Then Elayne went for a soft spot in a moment of weakness by Kesa. It played out well and Kesa agreed to let Bel go get a little payback.~
~The trio marched along a route into a building they hadn't been inside yet. This building was more open on the inside and had a lot of banks of equipment. There were also some racks of weapons. He made a note that the people in this building could quickly arm themselves, or that this building could be raided for more arms if needed. The sensor arrays were on top of this building, and judging by the way they were heading, the prison was was their next destination. It was only a brief walk outside before they were at the prison door. They entered without much pause and Kaberc immediately began to analyze the situation. Also he touched one of his belt pouches which contained a burst transmitter. It was designed to signal the ship and start the countdown until they set off the first explosive on the main generator.~
~After only a little hesitation Elayne was let into the cell so she could rough up Tyy'n and slip him the other part of the power pack that went into his arm. Once the second part was inserted, it would bypass the manual shutoff and immediately activate the other part and power up his arm. Once the distractions started he'd be able to slap it in and be ready to go. While Elayne was in the cell and roughing up Tyy'n and giving him the signal and fending off any other prisoners that seemed like they wanted to jump her, Kaberc had begun inching closer to the stormtrooper who was fixated on the altercation in case anything got out of hand. The scuffle provided plenty of distraction for the trooper, Kesa, and the other merc as Kaberc was now within striking distance of the trooper. It had all happened a little too fast though. Kaberc was keeping count in his head and their progress was ahead of the timing.~
~Elayne managed to stall a bit more though after the cage was closed. She sweet talked to Kesa just a bit and spun a little lie about what she'd said to Tyy'n. It was buying time, but it still didn't seem like it'd be enough. Kesa urged them all to leave so they could eat and Kardac tensed because the time was almost up and they didn't want to be outside just yet. Elayne pulled yet one more surprise and kissed Kesa deeply, stopping him in his tracks. It was just enough to run out the clock. A single large explosion went off, then was followed by two smaller ones, one far and one rather nearby, causing the prison structure to shake. At that moment the lights went off and he heard Kesa curse and a blaster go off.~
~The moment the lights went off, Kaberc sprang like a coiled spring and locked onto the stormtrooper. The trooper probably didn't even know what hit him. Kaberc's muscular arm wrapped around the shorter trooper's neck and squeezed like a vice. His free hand grabbed the middle of the trooper's blaster and held it upwards so it couldn't be aimed towards anybody. It only took a moment for Kaberc to get the right leverage before squeezing tighter and then jerking forcefully to snap the trooper's neck. The body went limp but Kaberc held it up as a shield with the blaster fire that was happening.~
~With the blaster no longer being held by the trooper, Kaberc took hold of it and pointed it in the direction of where the merc had been standing when the lights went out. The scope had a low light assist that came on when needed. It came on as his finger rested on the trigger and while it didn't show everything, it was enough to highlight silhouettes and show him that Elayne wasn't in his line of fire and that he was aiming at the other merc who hadn't moved much. He squeezed the trigger and the first shot was a little off target, clipping the man in the arm, but the next two shots were dead on, dropping the merc in a slump.~
~There had been an exchange of blaster fire, likely between Elayne and Kesa he assumed. Elayne had made the mistake and only fired once initially when she was point blank. He'd have fired three or four times, which would have been more likely to take Kesa out with less chance of any return fire. The whole exchange had only taken maybe ten or fifteen seconds and now the emergency lights were coming on. Outside there were a few smaller explosions as the turrets on the ship took out comms and sensors and gun emplacements, and also four larger explosions as the mess hall and three barracks were hit by missiles. The explosions probably didn't kill everybody in the buildings, but it would reduce the number of the opposition to significantly less than it was.~
~Kaberc saw Elayne had been hurt, but had to focus still. He let the trooper's body slump to the floor and slid up against the wall on one side of the doorway that led to the outer area where the guard had been at the desk. Moments after the lights came on there was a bang on that door and the merc called out from behind it.~
"Hey! What's going on in there?!?"
~Kaberc swung around from the wall to the door, blaster already leveled and opened fire the instant he saw the guard's face. Three red bolts struck high, on his clavicle, neck, and his face. The dead guard slumped to the floor behind the closed door. He then turned and put three bolts in the droid for good measure before he knelt to see to Elayne's wound. The droid may have been unaware while the lights were off, but now that they were on and he'd shot someone in the open, he didn't feel like seeing if the droid would turn on him. It wasn't too bad of a wound, it would hurt but it had mostly cauterized and her shoulder guard had deflected some of the bolt. Kaberc reached into a pouch on his pants and pulled out a bacta patch. He tore her sleeve open more and lifted the shoulder guard before peeling open the patch and slapping it over the wound, covering it completely.~
"There, that'll hold you. Now we've got work to do."
~She grimaced in pain as the patch was slapped on, but then relaxed some as the numbing agents started to soothe the wound. As he helped her to her feet she grumbled.~
"Yeah, no shavit..."
~Suddenly there was a noise at the far end of the hall beyond the individual cells and they both spun to see yet another merc opening the door to peek at what was going on. Both of them leveled their weapons with deadly intent and lit him up, dropping his body like a sack of tubers~
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June 18, 2017, 06:16:08 PM »
:: TYY'N Valkee, Bothan, Prison Cell ::
Tyy'n played the part of the battered prisoner, cowering against the back wall. He sat pressing himself into the smallest form he could make, clutching at his shirt in part to keep the power cell from slipping out, as well as to give himself an anxious air.
Tyy'n hyperventilated and feigned introspective distraction, waiting; waiting for the Smuggler's mentioned signal.
The explosion hit and chaos ensued. The guards were quickly distracted and in a fluid motion Tyy'n ripped off his shirt, dropping the power cell into his hand. He manipulated the arm to expose the power compartment and worked open the hatch.
It took longer than Tyy'n expected for the arm to become fully operational, and while he would need to recalibrate it on the fly, he could now use it to bust open the cell door.
The emergency lights came on and he was satisfied no stray bolts would come his way now that Kardac had dispatched the other guard so he approached the door. As the two shot down a guard at the other end of the prison there was the tortured sound of metal bending out of shape, and he damaged the cell door enough around the lock that he could pull the door open, the other alien sentients joining him as they left the horrid cell. He then went and opened up the other cell to free his remaining fellow soldiers.
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Re: Drongar Alpha
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June 20, 2017, 08:02:31 PM »
::Kellam Styg/Kalos Sarat, human pilot::
::Mynock's Bane::
Kellam sat in the galley and waited. He had put the ship back together so to speak, she would fly and fight when needed, even if her engine room was still a mess. The other man, Keler (or at least Kellam thought that was his name), was just outside at the bottom of the boarding ramp getting some air. Their comms would go off when the rest of the team signaled, but Kellam was bored of waiting. His foot bounced rhythmically as he sat and ate a protein bar that tasted like flimsi. Something caught his ear just then, sounds of a disagreement drifted up the boarding ramp followed by clatter of boots. Two stormtroopers waltzed in followed by Keler.
"Any landed craft are subject to base security sweeps, now shut it before you end up in a cell too!" ::
The lead trooper growled at Keler's continued objections.
"What can you for boys?" ::
Kellam asked lazily. Keler fell back slowly, letting the troopers take the center of the galley.
:: "Don't think the captain'll like this much. This how you treat all your contractors?"
"Don't much care." ::
Came the reply.
"Look around then, nothing to see." ::
Kellam said, leaning forward. As the troopers started to sweep the ship, the commlink chirped. The signal they were waiting for.
"What was that?" ::
The lead stormtrooper said as he started to turn. Keler and Kellam launched themselves at the imperials. Keler delivered a sharp kick to the back of the trailing stormtrooper dropping him to one knee and driving a stiletto knife into the man's throat in the gap between his helmet and chest plate. Kellam blitzed the lead trooper as he tried to pivot to aim at the sudden attackers. Kellam grabbed the rifle and tackled the man. They landed in a heap, still wrestling for the weapon. Kellam wrenched the barrel up hard and grabbed for the trigger, sending a bolt into the stormtrooper's chin. Kellam sat up quickly bringing the rifle around to blast the second trooper but saw him lying lifeless on the deck, his white armor stained crimson. Keler came over to help Kellam upon his feet, who immediately bolted to the cockpit.
"They sent the signal! Get on the gun!"
Kellam yelled as he ran. He jumped into the pilot's chair and began and abrupt engine startup and takeoff. Pausing only a moment he brought up the deflectors and sent the first signal to the explosive mounted on the main reactor right next to the landing area. The explosion rocked the ship, but the deflectors did their job. Even just looking through the cockpit windows he could see the base losing power. Not waiting any longer he transmitted the signals to detonate the other two explosives, destroying both the auxiliary generators and rendering the base totally without power. The ship roared to life and lifted into the air, prompting the few guards outside to stare in surprise after they were still stunned by the fact that all their generators had blown up. They didn't get long to look as four missiles leapt from the angry behemoth, one after another, and buried themselves into their intended targets. The Mynock's Bane's guns spat scarlet bolts across the complex, disabling and destroying the rest of the targets one by one. Base personnel scattered among the chaos, looking for cover and a way to bring down the ship. Kellam was glad that the waiting was over, and the wanton destruction lifted his mood but he hoped they didn't act too late for the ground team.
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Re: Drongar Alpha
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June 21, 2017, 09:57:26 PM »
:: Ralen Yorul, Human Mercenary ::
:: Holding Cell ::
Ralen awoke to the sound of the doors into the prison opening. As he sat up, he began to listen to what was going on. At first, he just heard a conversation between two people. A man and a woman, but then there was a slight thump as something hit the wall. After a few moments, the talking began again, and it seemed as if they were about to leave. Sitting back down on his bunk, Ralen began mentally preparing himself for another long boring day in the cell. At least today he might have some good conversation.
Just then, he heard an explosion, and felt it rock the building. The lights went out, and chaos ensued. He could hear blaster fire from where the group had been, but he could not see what was going on. Soon the emergency lighting was back on, but the energy barrier shutting him into his cell was still deactivated. Ralen moved quickly not knowing if the barrier would come back up or not. Reaching the edge of the cell, he was forced to stop dead in his tracks, because just then a thick round of blaster fire flew past him.
After the bolts subsided, he looked out, carefully checking to make sure that there was no more coming before stepping out into the hallway. Looking down the way that the blasts had come from, he saw a pile of dead bodies, with a small group standing over them. Not knowing whether these people were friendly or not, Ralen decided to approach carefully. He knew that if they were hired by his captors, they were not going to be merciful. However, judging by the fact that they were standing over dead Stormtroopers, he figured they might give him a chance to live.
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Re: Drongar Alpha
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June 22, 2017, 06:14:15 PM »
:: Jbarrl, Human prisoner ::
:: Prison Cell ::
As the small cyborg bothan forwent the need for the cell key by wrenching the door from the lock, Jbarrl finally stood from his lounged back seated position. The man had woken to the sound of the prison door opening, then watched from his seat with mild interest the interactions between the human female and the man he suspected was in charge of security around here. Something didnt quite add up to him, but he couldnt put his finger on it. Then all hell broke lose. Explosions, lights going out, the sound of ship turrets above as more explosions rocked them, then flashes as blaster fire momentarily lit up the room. The most hed done was flatten himself along the bench to provide less of a target. When the emergency lights came back on most of the men in his cell were on the ground attempting not to get shot, the rough mercenary looking man and woman were still alive while the guards were dead. It was an interesting turn of events.
He walked over to the now broken cell door and casually walked out, stepping over the body of the dead security leader. I was wondering how I was going to get myself out of there. Turns out you lot did the job for me, my thanks for that. He looked around at the group now assembling in the space between the two large cells, the two twi'leks and the rodian removing the weapons from the dead. Gone were the withdrawn expressions of hopelessness and fear, now most of them had grim expressions of determination instead. The blonde haired human prisoner who had come in with him was still sitting terrified in the cell, though everyone else had vacated it. I gather this was planned. I hope that means theres a plan to get us off this rock we find ourselves on.
The injured woman raised her blaster and pointed it in his direction.
Chatty, arent we? Care to explain why we should let you live
? Jbarrl slowly looked her up and down. She looked a little irritable, probably due to the pain she was in. The bacta patch he saw applied to her wound probably eased it a bit, but wouldnt have rid the pain entirely. She was rather beautiful, even in armor, but he dismissed her as being the leader of the group. She looked more like an independent hired to do a job, an underling, though he didnt doubt that like many independent female pilots or guns for hire she would be very feisty and not one hed want to cross.
Sorry sweetheart, Id love to get to know you but we both know you arent in charge of whatever this operation is. Ill buy you a drink as thanks later for your part in it though... Ahah! The exclamation came as he spotted the Duros. He had to admit occasionally he couldnt tell members of some alien races apart, but he was very certain hed seen this Duros before at an Alliance intel brief for a mission he had participated in. Hed noticed a few times the Duros seemed to study him, which had only cemented that feeling. Ignoring the scowl he received from the woman he pointed to the Duros.
You sir, Im afraid I dont know your name but Im pretty certain that we have met before yes? Tell me, are you in charge here? If you are, then it seems I owe you. I had exhausted my ideas of escape before you lot came along. I gather most of you are part of the same group anyway?
He had been watching out of the corner of his eye down the corridor, having seen that the shields were down on the cells. The man who had called himself Ralen had been standing just outside his cell cautiously watching the group. The Trandoshan had finally, cautiously crept from his cell at the end of the cell block. That worried him, given he was standing next to a dead armed guard.
Hold that thought just one moment he said to the Duros before the man had a chance to answer his previous questions. He turned his attention momentarily back to the mercenary woman, who was still scowling at him with her heavy blaster pointed his way. Scuse me beautiful, but I suggest you point that thing at the Trandoshan down the end rather than at me? From what I overheard he is a real nasty piece of work and I wouldnt trust him anywhere near something he could turn into a weapon. The human is apparently an Imperial turncoat, though if you lot are who I think you are, youll welcome him. He spoke in a conversational tone, then turned back to the Duros. Sorry, where were we?
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Re: Drongar Alpha
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June 22, 2017, 09:59:23 PM »
:: Lieutenant Areta Viridux Duros Pilot/Intelligence Officer::
::AKA Jad DeBrek, captured transport owner/captain::
::Cellblock, Drongar Alpha:
Areta had spent several uncomfortable hours keeping himself at the back of the cell and behind other prisoners to avoid being recognised by the human in the other cell. Surreptitiously he had stolen glances at the man, but for the most part he had watched the gaurds, looking for weaknesses and noting how shift changes were conducted, which seemed to be about every four hours.
After some time the monotony began to get to him so he was relieved to see Korvani, the Lieutenant Commander and a large mercenary enter the cell block. After a moments discussion Korvani had been allowed to enter the cell and with the armed mercs and Stormtrooper watching from outside she had proceeded to assault Valkee. Areta looked away but heard Korvani say something about a signal in Bothese of which language the Duros had a smattering.
Korvani then left the cells and after some odd human interactions and further discussion the compound shook with the rumble of rocket strikes, the lights went out and within a moment the Bothan was tearing off his shirt. It took Valkee a moment to power up his arm, while blaster shots flashed outside the cell in the dim emergency light. Once his arm was powered up the Bothan made short work of the metal around the door lock. The two TwiLeks were first out of the door after the Bothan, one running to grab the weapon of the fallen guard by the door and the other heading to the communications console where he rapidly secured a pair of stun batons. The Rodian Dessh followed quickly searching the fallen merc who had shot Korvani, Areta let them go as they were the trained ground fighters so when he had left the cell the Bothan had helped release the humans also.
The Duros was looking towards the Lieutenant Commander for orders when the human he had recognised from the other cell addressed him. It was done in a cheery way but Areta noticed the manner in which the man gauged the group, he was clearly intelligent and it seemed he was fairly sure that he was dealing with an Alliance strike team. Before Areta could respond the Human indicated a Trandoshan that had got out from one of the individual cells as a potential threat and another Human as an ex-imperial before returning to his question with a, ~
Sorry, where were we?
The names DeBrek, we may have met before but most Humans look alike to me lied Areta, maintaining his cover until ordered otherwise. You should address your questions and gratitude to Kaberc he added stiffly, nodding towards the Lieutenant Commander.
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Re: Drongar Alpha
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June 23, 2017, 03:23:44 AM »
:: Jbarrl, human prisoner ::
:: Prison ::
Jbarrl gave a short laugh. You know thats what most humans say about alien species right? Funny little universe we live in. Im inclined to believe your name isnt DeBrek, but if thats the name you want to go by who am I to argue. He turned most of his attention now to the mercenary the duros had nodded towards. The remainder of his attention remained on the trandoshan at the end of the corridor, who had decided for the time being not to reach for the dead guards weapons since Kaberc had the stormtroopers blaster firmly trained on him. This Kaberc had a military bearing, but given how he was dressed that wasnt really surprising. There were more military groups in the galaxy than anyone could count.
The rodian had handed one of the humans the dead leaders sidearm, and that human now had the weapon loosely aimed at the Imperial turncoat who had identified himself as Ralen. The woman still had her blaster trained on him. There was a loud explosion that rocked the ground again.
Right, so apparently I have you to thank. Lets get down to business, shall we? Who are you lot? Alliance? One of the rebel factions who havent joined? One of the syndicates? Mercenary group hired for the job? I doubt you are Empire since I doubt they would attack their own facility. Im guessing you didnt do all of this just to spring me out of the Empires clutches, I severely doubt anyone knew I was here, wherever here is. Id be flattered if you did, but Im not important enough for that. Did your crew here actually get caught and you came to rescue them, or was this all some elaborate set up for something bigger, or simply payback? Since it sounds like you are doing a good job of attempting to level the facility.
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Happy Friday! It's time for our Random Question. I have to be honest, this is a question I pulled from Priscilla Shirer's book, Discerning the Voice of God". It's an excellent book and discusses an excellent topic. So on with our question.
How do you recognize when God speaks to you? Can you tell us about a specific time when you heard Him?
My sheep listen to my voice; I know them, and they follow me. (John 10:27)
If I'm going to be transparent here, then I have to admit that I have, more than once, questioned my ability to hear God. How do I know that it is Him and not my own desires? That is kind of ironic to me too since I was an agnostic in my teens. I just didn't know if there was a God, but I did know that if there was that He would be more than capable of telling me, so I asked Him... several times. One day as I was having a conversation with a friend, seemingly out of the blue I heard God say "I Am Real." Not audibly, but most definetly I heard it in my heart. I was so amazed by it that I looked at my friend and said "God just talked to me!"
I think it's interesting that even though I had never heard God speak before, I knew without a doubt that He spoke to me then. I've thought about this a number of times since then also because many times I have been unsure if I am hearing Him or not. There have also been times that I have been sure He spoke to me but then as things did not appear to occur as I had expected, I questioned if I had really heard Him to begin with.
I have found that He speaks differently in varying circumstances and people. While there have been a number of times when He has spoken loud and clear to my heart like that first time, most often I find I'm not exactly sure that He's speaking to me until I take that step into obedient faith. At those times His voice is more like a pressing or a pulling into a situation that doesn't let up until I have moved into the situation.
At times I hear His voice when I am reading the Bible or a devotional, and something jumps out at me. One time I had been praying about a strong concern I had over someones conduct toward me and a website that I was trying to access was having trouble opening properly. All of a sudden in large bold type popped up the words "Leave Him To Me". The words Hit Me and I knew that was God speaking to me.
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Rebecca Scherm is the real thing. She's brilliant, generous, and direct, is incisively, huntingly curious, plainly dissatisfied with dull conclusions, and is also very funny. These qualities are all in her writing, and Tana French agrees with me, blurbing Rebecca Scherm's debut novel, Unbecoming, as follows:
From the first page, you know Rebecca Scherm is the real thing. Unbecoming is an assured exploration of the intricate, intense, risky processes that go into creating identity—and into dismantling it.
If you haven't yet read Unbecoming, you're in luck, because it's recently out in paperback, and this week we're celebrating with Rebecca at Literati Bookstore. Please join us for an evening with Rebecca Scherm this Wednesday, January 6th, at 7pm. She'll be reading and signing books in our upstairs event space, inaugurating Literati's 2016 Fiction Events season, and the start of her paperback release book tour for Unbecoming.
In the meantime, enjoy this conversation I had with Rebecca about Unbecoming, her writing process, her favorite books of the year, and her forthcoming novel, Beta.
1.) Unbecoming's charming dissembler of a protagonist, Grace, has been compared to Hitchcock's femme fatales by many reviewers and fans. Did you have any cinematic moments in mind during the writing of this book?
Oh, yes, though for me it Hitchcock's heroines– blond, virtuous, accommodating, in peril– and the femme fatales I knew from noir. I wanted to look at someone deeply duplicitous using these two cinema types as inspiration for one very complicated, very human character. Movie heists and capers were an influence in the same way– I was inspired to write a heist (fumbling, inelegant, full of mistakes) that was different from the sharp and glittering movie heists I loved. Many aspects of this book originated as rebuttals to movies and books that I loved in my youth, such as To Catch a Thief, How to Steal a Million, and The Maltese Falcon, that began to seem suspicious and incomplete to me as I got older.
2.) You've described the structure of Unbecoming as a "zipper" to me before, and the image seems so apt; like a zipper, the novel is a precisely calibrated machine. Where in the writing process did you arrive at this shape? Is there a chronological ghost-draft or two floating around the old hard drive?
Well, I can't tell a story from beginning to end even if I want to. I don't think that's how life is lived, really! Every choice we make is informed by our memories, by something that happened (or didn't happen), and getting inside the head of a character requires so many brief digressions into that muck. With Unbecoming, I wrote each part of the story when I knew it and then began trying to understand how they fit together, how each part illuminated or changed the effect of the other parts. At some point, probably 3/4 of the way through my first draft, I had the idea about the zipper– that the past in the novel would be the left set of teeth, the present the right side, and that the story of how Grace became who she is could only be told by zipping those two sides together.
3.) You have a background in visual arts, and there are so many sensual and visual pleasures in Unbecoming–the palpable, correct joy Grace feels when she sets a stone just so in Paris, the perfection of the leather boots she buys in New York, the dissatisfaction Grace experiences when she looks at Riley's competent but uninteresting paintings–how does your work in the visual arts inform this book?
I spent many years looking at things as a visual artist, but my art was always telling some kind of story. I could never just let a thing be. I remember one piece I made– a human-sized cocoon, woven out of old white undershirts and suspended from the ceiling. The idea was that you could crawl into this cocoon and when you came out, you would have transformed, you would be different. I guess that might be yet another early inspiration– really, I've always been interested in people trying and failing to transform.
But unlike Riley and Hanna, for instance, I was all ideas, lousy execution. I did not have technical skill! You know, I didn't used to care very much about precision– I just wanted to make my idea understood, get it out there. But as a writer, I strive to be precise, and I find precision very compelling as a virtue. I adore people and characters with an expertise that requires precision, probably because one of my fears for myself is sloppiness. So I think a lot of the finer details about art and antiques in Unbecoming are wedding my love of the visual metaphor with a fetish for precision.
4.) What have you been reading lately? What are you favorite books of 2015? And who remain the old favorites–writers and books you return to again and again to inspire and inform?
2015 in reading is, for me, the year I read Middlemarch and Elena Ferrante. I've read many wonderful, memorable books this year, but both Middlemarch and Ferrante's novels have their own richly-appointed quarters in my brain. I also loved Merritt Tierce's Love Me Back, Maggie Nelson's The Argonauts, and William Finnegan's Barbarian Days(and my goodness, look at that– the first two are women transforming, the third about expertise!).
The greatest literary influences on Unbecoming were A Judgment in Stone, by Ruth Rendell, and Endless Love, by Scott Spencer. Both of these books look simpler than they are, and I tend to make it my mission to get them into the hands of more readers. The idea that a book might look as if it belonged soundly to one genre and then really screw around with every expectation of that genre, just blow it all to hell– that idea became very important to how I approach my writing. If we ever accidentally stumble into talking about them at a party, watch out. You will not get away!
5.) Can you tell us a little bit about Beta, the novel that you are currently working on?
My second book is about a family a few short years from now who move to a space station, thinking, as many of us do, that they need a different stage to become the people they were meant to be, and that if they just travel far enough, their problems cannot possibly go with them. Wrong! It's about being a guinea pig in someone else's grand experiment– the Beta version– and about people trying to be grand themselves, to "matter."
6.) How does the process of writing your second novel compare to the process of writing Unbecoming?
In one way, it's easier: I have proof that I can write a novel, so that particular doubt isn't nipping at my heels. But the conditions are very different this time around. With Unbecoming, I was part of tight writing community– friends reading drafts, etc.–and this one I'm writing as a new mother with far fewer hours in the day. As far as just knowing what to do, knowing what happens next and how to say it– that is not one whit easier the second time around. Oh, I wish it were.
Thank you, as always, for dazzling me, Rebecca Scherm!


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2. On a related note, I am considering taking up crocheting and/or knitting...
3. Tonight was the last of our three PLC retreats, and I had loads of fun at those retreats! I now know everyone in PLC (there are only 11 of us, 13 counting our sponsors). We have a great mix of people, and I am excited to see how much we will accomplish during this year!
4. At our retreat tonight, we had a project of doing a "Me in a Bag". In a nutshell, we had to include at least three things in a paper bag that were of particular significance to each of us. After much contemplation, I ended up with these four things: a rosary (my faith), a paper airplane that Cody made for me (my family), my calculator (since I'm a math major), and a picture of me with Shea, Tonisha, & Mary (that one's obvious). I enjoyed sharing my things, and also getting to learn more about everyone else.
5. I also found out some of the best news of my life last Thursday. I am going to be able to come out of retirement, and participate in Quiz Bowl again!!!!!! It is my dream come true!!! Dr. Vinyard, the VP for the Enid campus, informed us that he will be coaching a team this year. The official name is "Mind Games", and it is in a slightly different format than I am used to, but surely I will adapt. Who could forget about the best part...it will be televised!!! Like I said earlier, this is my dream come true! Taping will begin at the end of September, and it will be aired on KSBI (channel 52) for anyone who wants to watch! I'll be sure to update everyone as I get more information! :)
6. Cody had his birthday party on Sunday at Meadowlake. It was a fun afternoon, with lots of playground time, hot dogs, and, of course, birthday cake!
7. Although his party was on Sunday, Cody doesn't turn seven until about 1:00 tomorrow afternoon. I can't believe that he is already seven years old...he is growing up so fast! I distinctly remember the day he was born, and I still remember the joy I felt when I first held him in my arms. Happy birthday (tomorrow) Cody!!!
8. On a completely random note, I don't think that I have slept soundly once since I have moved to town. It probably has something to do with the fact that I am not used to the noises and whatnot that living in town entails. I am so used to the peace and quiet of the farm, and also the total darkness.
9. On another related note, Thank you, Audra, (again) for the eye mask that you got me for graduation! I have used it every night since I have moved here, because the light from the streetlights drives me insane. Also, I am loving the Camelback container, and I have used it almost everyday. I can honestly say that, for the first time in a while, I am adequately hydrated! :) (I haven't needed my umbrella...yet, but it is in my backpack waiting to be used!)
10. Finally, I have had a successful first week of college, and I totally rocked my quizzes in Algebra and Trig. (I received a 100 and 98, respectively.) I also got a good grade on my Astronomy writing assignment, so I am even more excited! Thursday night, I will probably go to the observatory for my first night lab, so I can't wait to see how that goes!
Hopefully, I won't wither away because of boredom, and will be here at the end of the week to chronicle my life...hopefully! Have a great week! :)


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Batangas farmers to hold protest march to Manila over land opened for mining
MANILA, Philippines – At least 60 farmers from Batangas will march from Calatagan to Manila Tuesday as a protest to a government decision reclassifying an agricultural area into a mining area.
According to Virginia Malaluan, one of the affected farmers, the march aims to press the government into reconsidering its decision, which she said paved way for a private company to excavate limestone in the 507.8-hectare landholding in the province.
"With the looming food crisis because of the shortage, converting an agricultural land for mining is the height of shamelessness and indecency," she said.
The farmers earlier registered their vehement opposition to the land conversion, which would result to their eviction in the property located in the villages of Baha and Talibayog.
Malaluan said the government's decision is "a violation of human rights."
According to the Task Force Baha-Talibayog, the farmer-beneficiaries have already received Emancipation Patents under Presidential Decree 27, when the property's former owner, Ceferino Ascue, "illegally sold" the land to the Asturias Industries Inc. in 1995.
In 1997, Asturias Industries Inc. entered into a Mineral Production Sharing Agreement (MPSA) with the government and obtained an environmental compliance certificate (ECC) from the Department of Environment and Natural Resources (DENR) to conduct mining activities in the area on the basis of a 1965 Bureau of Mines findings that the area is "mineralized."
As this developed, a member of the Catholic clergy warned that the impending expiration of the Comprehensive Agrarian Reform Law (CARL) in two months time would "lapse into uncertainty, taking with it the unfulfilled hopes of the rural poor."
Rev. Lucilo Quiambao, Apostolic Administrator of the Diocese of Legazpi, made the statement during the final leg of a series of public hearings conducted by the Senate Committee on Agrarian Reform held in in Legaspi City, Albay.
"There is still more than a million hectares of undistributed lands, which could spell a radical life-changing difference to many small farming families, the reason why we add our collective voice as Shepherds tending the flock entrusted to us by Christ," the Bishop stressed, as he appealed to Congress and the Office of the President to extend the law.
"The issue is not only of great moral importance but urgent as well. Time is running out for CARL," he added. – GMANews.TV


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Fremantle AFL player Michael Johnson punched two men in the face and had to be restrained by his wife and friends during a late night assault at a Perth kebab shop, a Perth court heard.
Johnson's wife stole the phone of one of the men because he had filmed Johnson with his pants down.
CCTV footage was played in the Perth Magistrates Court showing an aggressive Johnson throwing punches and his wife abusing the men as he faces a trial after pleading not guilty to assault occasioning bodily harm.


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During our move to Georgia, I have had some time to sit, think, and digest. I have always believed that a book needed to be lead by the words. Recently, a book crossed my path. It was a book of illustration. It began with a page of poetry and was lead from start to finish by illustration. I found it to be magical. As a person who loves to illustrate, this book grabbed me and lead me through an adventure of multiple characters while finding it's way to the original character. Then I handed it to my youngest who interpreted the story from a different perspective. His interpretation was full of magic and childhood chatter. Although the pictures articulated a direct language to me, my 4 year old found something else in the story. There were pleasantries, walks, and adventures that I did not see. This book won the caldecott award and deserved it.
Another thought came to me, Words do not lead a story. They are more of a guide. Words are faulted by the reader's perception. Meanings can lead to dozens of interpretations. Many stories can be created by a guided string of words and reader's perception. I think my manuscript is too wordy. When written, it was faulted by lack of illustration. Now I find myself illustrated by guide of the word. What if I reversed this story to lead itself by illustration and add words to where they are most necessary? Would a story heavily infused by kind words and introduction pleasantries play to the child's imagination. Could a picture truly say a thousand words without frustrating the new reader? Would a story be just as impacting and playful? Well, I think I may have found a challenge worth creating.
A blog about my journey on illustrating, writing, and all the insanity in between. I began my journey as an aspiring author and found myself discovering a passion for illustrating for the children's book genre. I blog my art in progression, about the journey to my dream of traditional publishing, and more.
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Where have I been?
Sorry to have not blogged in a time, but a big move has up and rattled my life a bit. Now that we have moved to Georgia, I am finally starting to settle in. The desk is in place, art supplies are starting to be unpacked, and soon I will draw some more. My boys are interviewing for a private school out here. If you have never been to Georgia, make it a travel destination. It is truly lovely and full if beauty and inspiration. All I have to do is walk out my door to enjoy nature.
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It's disheartening that among people who really follow politics (I'm one) how we can agree 99% with a politician, but when they disagree on one point or do one or two things we don't like, suddenly that politician must be opposed, stopped, run out of town, he's no good, she's the bad guy, etc., regardless of how much we agree with them on every other point.
Yeah, I'm talking about TPP in this case, but it doesn't really matter what issue it is because it happens all the time.
Here's the bitter, bitter truth: There will NEVER be a politician whom you can agree on every single issue, on every single point. If the criteria is perfection, you'll wind up always being disappointed and always hating all of them.
This is one of the big problems in our political system, and politicians themselves inculcate it. Of course, we elect those politicians, they are us, so we are the problem. I have begun to realize humans aren't really capable of governing themselves, at least not in large numbers, and we are certainly terrible at dictatorships as well. All in all, human politics is a lose-lose proposition. As a species, we're a failure, Mozart and Carl Sagan notwithstanding.