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Antonov An-2
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Czech Aerial Firefighting Service
Antonov An-2 dropping water during Aerial firefighting demonstration day .....
Shortly after Volume 1 issue #1...
It was 11:42 at night. Nick Herald was in the office of the man they only called "Mr. Nice Guy." Really his name was Greg, but Greg wasn't really a good name for his face. Greg was at least 6ft with a limp in his step. His hair was flipped and parted on one side. No one who had gone in his office ever came out.
"So... Nick. Right? That is your name?"
Nick just sat there, unable to speak. He nodded.
"So, Nick... I believe we have a problem on our hands."
Nick forced the words out of his mouth.
"Yes sir. An... an accident."
Mr. Nice Guy slammed his hand on the desk.
"Nothing Nick, NOTHING, is ever an accident. Maybe to you, sure, but the outcome... no, no, no... that is no accident."
Mr. Nice Guy slid a folder across his desk to Nick. It said 'ARGUS: Classified File'. Nick opened it to see the paperwork. It read 'Jamie Allen: METAHUMAN'. With the paperwork were pictures. It showed a girl running at super speeds.
"These... things, are inhuman. They may have once been human, but not at this time. You Nick... have just created one of these." Mr. Nice Guy said.
Nick looked up from where he sat. Mr. Nice Guy's face was not happy.
"If you can't tell... the metahumans are not my friend. I want you to get rid of this."
"All the metahumans sir?"
Mr. Nice Guy chuckled.
"No, no. That's someone else's problem. Just get rid... of him."
He pointed to a file. It read, "UNKOWN METAHUMAN." Inside was only a picture. It was a picture taken by one of the security camera's in the building. It showed Nick and a blue light coming from the room behind him.
Present Day:
Dave tried to control the swirling clocks around him. Once he did, he heard clapping. He looked behind him to see the man they called Mr. Nice Guy.
"Beautiful. Just beautiful."
"Who are you?" Dave questioned.
"Someone who admires you. And who can solve some of my problems..."
"Problems?" Dave asked.
"Yes. You see, you and I share a common interest. Taking down Ray Palmer."
"Has he done horrible things to you too?"
"Not directly. But yes, yes he has. If you'd be willing, which I'm sure you would, I'd like you to help me take him out. Of course, I'd help with a few moderations to your powers."
"I don't want these powers..."
"That's why I'm here. I can get rid of them. But take out Palmer first."
"How do you recommend I do that? Ray has been fighting crime for a while. He's on the Justice League. He dated Wonder Woman. You expect me to just take him down?"
All the while the two were walking towards a dark corridor. Dave had not noticed.
"Well Dave.. I think this will change your mind."
Mr. Nice Guy hit a button that opened up a door. He pushed Dave into the room and closed the door on him.
"Sorry Dave... I'm a business man. I get what I want when I want it. Which, is now."
Mr. Nice Guy went to a control panel near by. Dave watched Mr. Nice Guy hit the button on the control panel. He's seen this before. The room at least. In a picture somewhere...
Dave then remembered. It was the same room Ray Palmer became the Atom.
"Have fun catching the Atom, Dave. I'm sure you will after this."
Dave heard the system starting. This wasn't going to end well.
Somewhere else:
Ray turned the key in the lock, and forced the door open. It was depressing coming home alone. Usually Donna had the keys, and she would open the door. It was a lot harder without her.
He walked over to the counter and set down the keys. He turned on the T.V. to watch the news. The channel came on instantly.
"... another incident with the partial generator with someone inside..." the news screamed.
Ray turned to look at the T.V. He had been putting the instant dinner in the microwave, but dropped it when he heard the news.
"... we suspect one casualty, however a body was not found."
They said the same thing on the news when he had become the Atom.
He instantly rushed upstairs and grabbed a box from his closet. Whatever this event was, it wasn't an accident. This did not look good.
He brought the box downstairs and opened it. This adventure was not a colorful one, no. However, he needed to go back to his roots.
Ray stared at the mask he had once worn, before Donna and he had started to date.
"Time to get back into action."
E se eu for, o primeiro a prever
e poder desistir, do que for dar errado?
Ahhh...
{ deixo tudo assim }
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SiMo from the FPS-shooter and tower defense game Sanctum 2. One of my favourite games.
Description taken from the wiki:
Built to function as a mobile communication device connected to the military base, SiMo accompanies the Core Guardians and assists them. Robotic technology in Elysion One has been developed over several years and SiMo was one of the first models from its batch. It is considered to have developed into one of the most successful units since the SiMo model was introduced as a part of the military. A programmed ability to learn from experience over time means that the longer a robot is used in the field, the more it learns and adapts to situations in battle and social interaction. Because of all its years of service it is able to act naturally around humans despite not having any real emotions itself. It monitors their behaviour and calculates appropriate emotional responses to make sure its team keeps their spirits up or if it wants to it can make them feel really uncomfortable, just for laughs.
Its main function in the group is to guard the Core Guardians and use that sniper rifle which it can wield with excellent accuracy. It keeps track of missions, coordinates and calculates risks, protecting its team like a bodyguard. As if its default functions weren’t enough, Haigen has made some personal modifications to make sure SiMo really has all the abilities the team needs. To modify a SiMo-unit isn’t exactly legal but the longer the unit stays with the same team, the more loyalty it develops towards its mates. SiMo also acts as a moving sketchbook for Sweet who happens to enjoy drawing and putting stickers all over it. It’s fine with that if it keeps her happy. Androids might not be able to fully understand friendship, but its knowledge of the concept is enough. SiMo can be really likeable if it wants to.
This model has been finished for several months now but I really wanted to get the colors right so I decided to get me some stickers for the orange lines. I'm no fan of stickers/paints/etc...But there is a first time for everything.
With the final BL order in, I am pleased to present the chibi Eta-2 Actis Jedi Starfighter.
Being able to play with proportions and squishing things down made for a very fun build. I was able to squeeze in some details underneath the S-foils as well as being able to see through the front windscreen.
iPad 2 is here and after resisting for few hours i found a compelling reason to buy it. i didn't know why would i need one until i saw this little connector which actually provides a USB connection with iPad and we can view our images directly from the camera on a bigger screen while shooting. Trust me there is nothing better than being able to view quickly on a bigger screen what we are actually getting and if we need to make changes right on the spot and re-shoot the scene.
my photos are available at
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143 885-2 mit einer S1 nach Bad Schandau auf dem Königsteiner Viadukt
143 885-2 with an S1 to Bad Schandau on the viaduct of Königstein
Acte 2: Casey’s Night Out
The two-toned horn of the Antique Rolls Royce sounds off from in front of my flat.
“Better hurry your ass, Cass.” I scolded myself knowing I no longer had time to twaddle.
I had just finished my makeup and was standing in front of the full-length mirror in my tiny excuse for a loo(cozy the adverts had described it) while admiring the effects of my attire for this evening’s festivities.
I stand around five feet five inches, my hair is a mousy brown, which I feel describes my features, mousey. My eyes are brown, owlish looking behind my glasses. My face overall a bit too short and round, with a button nose and lips that in my opinion look crooked upon my face when I smile. I never properly grew into the type of figure I envisioned most Twenty four-year-olds like me should have. It is a bit too lean and shapeless, with small blobs that have the audacity to call themselves breasts. But I think I made up for all that by the way I was all dressed up for this evening.
My dress was a solid coloured sky-blue taffeta frock that shone with a tight sleekness down along my figure. Maybe a bit too tight for it outlined my every curve, making me look sexier than I felt I was. The skirt was higher in front (touching just below my knees) than in the back where it swished a few inches above my ankles and the deep blue silk stiletto heels I wore. The neckline of the dress was of a long open scoop and had wavy ruffles running down along the opening, the sleeves went to my elbows, ending in scalloped ruffles.
I accessorized with my rhinestone clasped blue silk evening purse with silver shoulder chains and 3/4 length satin gloves that were dyed a deeper blue than my dress.
Along with it, I wore the full set of enticingly sparkling diamond jewelry that had been loaned to me.
The centerpiece of the sparkling group I wore was undoubtedly the long glittery necklace that looked like an elongated chandelier, with large stones the size of wrens eggs, with strings of blazing diamond chips hanging down from each stone. This eye-catcher hung down low along the open neck of the dress, swaying a few inches up from my (small)cleavage.
My long hair was pulled back in a plait and I had a thin diamond chip encrusted silver band to hold it all in place. Thus, exposing my earlobes, from which danced and dangled a pair of clasp held earrings that matched the style of the necklace. A wide bracelet was wrapped around my left gloved wrist. It consisted of 7 rows of diamonds, with the middle row set with large pear-shaped stones, and the flanking rows set with round stones all 1/2 the size of the center ones. I wore two diamond cocktail rings, one on my left pinkie, the other on my right ring finger. I had been lectured that girls supposedly looking for husbands never wore rings of any sort on the fingers of their left hand. (For the record, that was not my belief, though I was currently unattached).
The horn sounded off again, sounding impatient if that could possibly really be.
I grabbed my evening purse, along with the faux black mink wrap I had bought for the occasion, and headed out to our ride.
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Hasselblad 500 C/M with Kodak Tri-X 400 developed in Pyrocat-HD.
Printed on Foma 532 Nature
Two trays development:
Catechol+FB
SE1 Sepia
Carbon / Thiourea
2/23/2010:
Another shot of the W Hotel in downtown Dallas, TX from right in front of the American Airlines Center. It was a very foggy day and you can see behind the W hotel how low and thick the fog was. The bright light to the left of the W is the sun trying to break through the clouds and fog.
I woke with a jolt. My breathing was heavy but I was able to regain a steady pace in a matter of seconds. I leaned up and looked around to see that I was in the Quiver, my lair which was located directly under Queen Industries. To my left, Dinah and Roy stood over me talking. I couldn't really make out their conversation, my hearing wasn't up to par yet.
"How'd I get here?" I asked while rubbing my eyes.
"Roy brought you back here." Dinah explained.
"You carried me? You must be stronger than I thought for a semi scrawny 16 year old..." I said with a grin.
Roy looked back with a sarcastic look in his eyes.
"Rough crowd...how long was I out?"
"Almost 8 hours..." Roy said as he set his bow down on a workbench.
"Lawton shot you with a bullet laced with Tibetan Pit Viper venom."
"What happened to Floyd?" I asked widening my eyes, expecting some sort of badass story.
"I...uh, shot him in the knee. He threw a flashbang and got away..." Roy said with a tone of embarrassment.
"Well...that's good. Luckily a couple of weeks ago, I installed micro chips in each of our arrow heads. That way we can track our targets, suspects and other not so friendly neighborhood fiends."
I got up slowly off the bed I rested on, and walked over to the central computer. I picked up my arms to type but a massive amount of pain shot up throughout my body.
"Easy, Hun. We had to dig that bullet out." Dinah said will placing her hand gently on my wounded shoulder.
"Huh..I thought it grazed me. I guess I got stoned faster than I thought."
dead silence.
"...anyways, the trackers are in separate places. One on 5th and Winchester, the other on 8th and Orchid." I explained.
"Wait..8th and Orchid? That used to be an old precinct for the SCPD. That's where they kept tested and designed weapons and gear for the Anti-Vigilante Task Force, which is still active by the way." Roy said. "Don't ask how or why I know.."
"So now what?" Dinah asked as she crossed her arms.
"We suit up. Dinah you take 5th and Winchester, Roy and I will take Orchid. We want to be sure that neither one of them are diversions from the other."
"It's 6:17 am, and you, Mr. Queen, have
a meeting with Ted Kord and Ray Palmer at 7:30. You better get washed up." Dinah said with a fierce tone.
"Yes ma'am!" I said with a gulp.
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After a quick, long awaited shower, I retrieved a spare dress shirt and pants out of my closet in the lair. Damn. It's 7:07. I ran across the lair to the elevator. I pressed the penthouse/office button which was located on the 23rd floor of Queen Industries. Once I arrived, I logged into my computer, had my lovely assistant, Felicity Smoak, hand me today's agenda.
"Good morning, Mr. Queen. You have a meeting with Ted Kord and Ray Palmer in 3 minutes. They are most likely going to discuss our Applied Sciences division, attempting to buy it out. We can't have that." Felicity said gradually speaking faster and faster.
I put my hand out, signaling her to stop speaking.
"Ms. Smoak, I've been in the business for almost 3 years now, I think I know how a simple competitor meeting goes..unfortunately."
"Yes sir, I apologize, and according to our desk clerk, they're here." She said tapping away on her tablet.
"Send em' up!" I said with false excitement.
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About 5 minutes later, they arrived up to my office. Now my office is quite nice, it's also a penthouse which I currently live in. My office has a room separating itself from my bedroom, fancied with a king sized bed, 72" tv, a closet, and a spare suit..the green one. The Queen Estate is occupied by my sister Thea. After I came back, she and I never really got along. We haven't talked in over 2 years.
"Oliver Queen. Long time no see." said Ted Kord, who seemed to be excited for this.
He walked over to me to shake me hand, we did. Ray followed behind him. Ray's a tad bit younger than Ted and I, so he's shyer than us, but you give that man a few drinks, he's worse than me.
"Ray, Ted, it's nice to see you guys again! Please, have a seat." I said while smiling.
"Oliver, you know why we're here. Your Applied Sciences division owe us a project. We made an agreement. You give us project, we invest and engineer." Ted said as he crossed his legs and interlocked his fingers.
"That's not why I formed this little tea party. I know who you two really are." I said while I turned around, facing the city through my window.
The looks on their faces, jeez, priceless.
"Ted, you dress up as a bright Blue Beetle and have a beetle shaped aircraft that hovers over our city. Ray, you shrink to the size of an ant, it amazes me why they don't call you Ant-Man." I said laughing the entire time.
"Actually, I shrink to the size of an atom. Hence the name." Ray said blushing.
Ted stood up buttoning his vest and said,
"We're done here."
"Actually, there's one more thing. I'm the Green Arrow."
Ray and Ted looked at me, looked at each other and laughed.
"Oh, very funny you jackasses." I say in my chair, typed the code 'GA04' into my computer and every window in my office was now covered by metal blinds. My desk flipped over and reveals a hole in which a large capsule popped out of. Once it was finished, the capsule doors opened, revealing my suit.
They both looked in awe.
"Aw, a little green with envy? My suit display, directly from the Quiver downstairs. You like?"
"YES!" they both said simultaneously.
"Well then...I have a proposition for you both." I said while grinning.