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This is my category A (ground battle) build for the current Factions episode on Eurobricks. I'm building with the CFS.
Day 1 of CFS Involvement in the Pyerce Affair.
When the Empire fell, not everyone was happy to see them go. Was Fondor one of them? Well, when the second Death Star exploded into tiny pieces, and people across the galaxy celebrated, Fondor’s security force put down the demonstrations as “disturbances of the peace.” So what do you think?
Alright, I’ll be blunt: there are a lot of people on Fondor giddy at the thought of being ruled by the first Imperial Warlord that shows up on their doorstep.
Pyerce fits the bill.
While Pyerce’s Insurrection schmoozed the Fondor government, foot soldiers moved into the streets to quell any anti-Imperial sentiment. The slums, the old warzones, ruins and industrial areas. Y’know, places where people live. You can bet it was a shock for the locals to see those gleaming helmets again. Different, but not enough that it didn’t bring back bad memories.
A couple of meetings behind closed doors and it’ll be like the last few years never happened. Most people on Fondor weren’t exactly happy about it, and they were keen to let the higher-ups know it. They took to the streets with banners and signs, while Stormtroopers played with their triggers and the pro-Imperial citizens tried to block their way. Things were getting testy.
That’s where we come in. What’s the CFS doing on Fondor during a political coup? Well, not all of us have the patience to be farmers, as much as we love the spirit of the colonies. We get antsy if we’re not out doing something a little more direct to spread our beliefs.
Core belief being displayed today? Tyranny sucks.
Coordinating with local resistance, we launched strikes on government and Pyerce targets. Undermining surveillance, breaking up meetings, destroying outposts.
“Why so much violence?” you ask, while I look at you like you’ve sprouted the head of a Gundark. “They’re just holding meetings, right?”
I hate that we have to fight anyone. I hate that people believe the lies they hear and make the decisions they do. If only they could get a glimpse of colony life, maybe they’d change their minds. But we’re not in the colonies. We’re on a pro-Imperial world, where an Imperial warlord is goose-stepping into a power vacuum.
Have you forgotten what the Empire was like? If we let this go too far, it’s not so easy to stop. Evil like the Empire—the kind that seems polite—thrives because people try to treat it with civility. Talk to me about civility when some crisp uniform is pulling you away from your family on suspicion of “rabblerousing”. Well, ordering some stormtrooper pull you away. They’d never actually do it themselves. I might have fleas, after all.
We’ve got a small team, all of us from CFS Battle Group Andor, a tiny intelligence unit stationed aboard the market ship CFS Peace and Quiet. The fish-man is in charge: Captain Kelp, scariest Mon Calamari I’ve ever met. Bit crusty around the gills. He’s furious that there even are Pro-Imperial planets, much less that we have to step foot on one. I think he feels like these places are a lost cause, waste of time. Maybe the noise from the protests in the streets could convince him otherwise.
Our tech guy is Rorgarr, a Wookie. I have a hunch his fur might be a lighter color than anyone’s ever actually seen—he’s perpetually stained with oil, so we’d never know. The furball and I get along; maybe because we’ve got a common ancestor somewhere. Sometimes he teaches me Shyriiwook (I’m getting there) and we discuss how we’re feeling about things. We see a lot. Feels good to open up, lean on someone you can trust. Makes you feel safer in the field, too.
And me? I’m Fenree Kel. I’m not really much more than an extra gun and set of eyes, but leadership knows I’m committed. I’ve spent years throwing my life into the cause, first against the Emperor, now against whatever lowlife tries to repaint his banner. I’d give my life to keep these people free. I know that sounds idealistic—hokey, even—but I’ve stared down enough E-11s that I know it’s true. That used to scare me. Not anymore. Rorgarr helped me process some of that, that lovable sponge.
As for the plan, it’s pretty simple: While the protestors clash with the Pro-Imps and Pyerce’s troops, we’re going to take down a listening post that’s tracking protest coordination and receiving communication from the orbital blockade. They won’t see us coming, and once it’s gone, they won’t see anything else coming either.
Some wordplay, there. I’ve got a good bite, but my bark is surprisingly sophisticated, too.
The tricky part is this: once we’ve loosened Pyerce’s grip planetside, there’s no reason they won’t blast the karf out of Fondor City. That’s where the timing comes in: the CFS Peace and Quiet is supposed to arrive by the end of the day with a few cruisers to engage Pyerce’s ships in orbit. They get here too late and we get bombed. Too early and the ground forces go into high alert, and protestors get shot. It’s a narrow window, but there’s no one I’d rather rely on than Admiral Yima. He’s a weird old guy, but he knows what he’s doing.
Alright, focus up. Fighting for freedom here.
Blow up the tower. Fight Pyerce’s guys. Clear the path for the Auxillary fleet.
A CC-130 Hercules aircraft from 436 Transport Squadron lands at Canadian Forces Station Alert, Nunavut on June 18, 2021.
Photo: Sergeant Vincent Carbonneau, Canadian Forces Combat Camera
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Un avion CC-130 Hercules du 436e Escadron de transport atterrit à la Station des Forces canadiennes Alert, au Nunavut, le 18 juin 2021.
Photo : Sergent Vincent Carbonneau, Caméra de combat des Forces canadiennes
Traffic Technician, Cpl Windeler guides a CC-130 Hercules aircraft from 436 Transport Squadron at CFS Alert, Nunavut on June 18, 2021.
Photo: Sergeant Vincent Carbonneau, Canadian Forces Combat Camera
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Le Cpl Windeler, technicien des mouvements, guide un avion CC-130 Hercules du 436e Escadron de transport à la SFC Alert, au Nunavut, le 18 juin 2021.
Photo : Sergent Vincent Carbonneau, Caméra de combat des Forces canadiennes
Firefighter, Corporal Scott Butler stows a fire hose during a training exercise at CFS Alert, Nunavut on June 18, 2021.
Photo: Sergeant Vincent Carbonneau, Canadian Forces Combat Camera
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Le caporal Scott Butler, pompier, range un tuyau d’incendie lors d’un exercice d’entraînement à la SFC Alert, au Nunavut, le 18 juin 2021.
Photo : Sergent Vincent Carbonneau, Caméra de combat des Forces canadiennes
Het door de CFS aangelegd 60cm smalspoorlijntje is ongeveer 700m lang. Het ligt op de bedding van de voormalige normaalsporige NMVB lijn van Poulseur naar Trooz. Helaas kruist deze met de E25 waardoor de lijn niet verder aangelegd kan worden.
Imagine living with constant fatigue & pain.
Each pair of shoes tells the story of a person with CFS.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chronic_fatigue_syndrome
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118 Pictures in 2018
Some scans of recently discovered old 6 x 4 prints taken by myself back in the 1980s and 1990s. These were taken with my trusted Canon AE1 camera and at the time I didn’t think some of them were good enough to use however, I thought some might find them interesting and that I would now share them.
NATCA Chief of Staff Dean Iacopelli and FAA Air Traffic Services Vice President Jeffrey Vincent moderated a panel titled, “Working the Issues: A Template for Success,” on the #NATCACFS 2022 main stage. Panelists were Delta Airlines Air Traffic Management Senior Manager Rob Goldman; JetBlue Airlines Strategic Airspace Programs Manager Lee Brown; FAA Central Service Area Director of Operations Hope Kubala; and NATCA Southern Regional Vice President Jim Marinitti.
**WARNING- Super self-obsession to follow - WARNING**
Okay, again the eye. I will change the record one day.
Maybe when I am happier with the rest of me perhaps? I'm not a huge fan of me right now. I'm fatter than I have ever been (well I feel it, according to the scales not so much). I am fed up of not really being able to exercise. I need to do something, but work is taking everything out of me. I will insist on trying to do full-time days though. Although the weeks are capped at about 29 hours right now as I am struggling to pass that threshold.
My 'best' hours are between about 11am and 4pm. After that I seriously begin to struggle (if i haven't already been struggling). And even then, you can guess that I only manage maybe 3 or 4 'good' days out of the week.
At night I seem to flick from insomnia to hypersomnia in one fell swoop. I still push through though and try to be 'normal'. I have a bloody good mask that I hide behind.
I should be pleased though? I'm better than I was. I am far better than some people are. I can do things others cannot. It's not life threatening so what on earth gives me the right to be so self-absorbed and whingy about it?
I don't know.