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After meeting up with Peter Pan an Tinkerbell in the sky we decided to land on the Neverland shore to meet up with the tribe of locals. Since it didn´t feel safe to barge right into their village, we decided to try and meet a couple of the locals so they could introduce us to the rest of their tribe. Luckily we came across a girl called Pocahontas and a couple of her friends. Even though they didn´t look the part they were quite friendly! After telling them all about Hook and his evil friends plans they decided that they too would join our side and join us at the battlefront which happens to be King Charming and Queen Snow Whites castle, home of Aurora and Alice.
~ Aladdin and Jasmine
Natasha Romanov stepped out from the cold into the hidden bunker. Her orders were to report to the building hidden by the tundra and wait for further instructions. She assumed that this was where she would meet her mission partner– she frowned at the thought. Natasha, the "Black Widow", as she had become known, preferred working alone. Partners always slowed her down, plus: they were usually rather patronizing, assuming that her young age meant lack of capability. A serious-looking officer greeted her as she entered. "Special agent Romanov. This way please."
She followed the man through a room with a training mat on the floor and a punching bag in the corner, into another room where two people stood. The man closest to the door wore a skull mask underneath a black hood. He stood examining a black katana. The second man stood in the corner, checking the gun in his hand. There was a black mask covering his mouth and nose, leaving hard, emotionless eyes staring out. Natasha's attention was not caught by his eyes, however, but by his metal arm, on it painted a red star.
"Agent Romanov, this is Special agent Masters, or Taskmaster," the officer said, gesturing toward the man with the sword.
"Huh. Black widow? You're got quite a reputation." Taskmaster said.
"...And this is the Winter Soldier." the officer continued, indicating the man in in the corner, who simply nodded.
"They will be your mission partners. Your mission is to retrieve an item from S.H.I.E.L.D." He placed a folder on the table. "Details are in this folder. Good luck, soldiers."
As he walked away, Natasha asked, "Sir? Exactly what item are we retrieving?"
He turned, and said, "An artifact know as the Cosmic Cube."
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Yay! Chapter one is done! I'm really excited with where this is heading, I've got a lot planned. I'm also rather pleased with the background for the photo as well, even though setting it up was a bit of a rushed process. hope you enjoy, also please take the time to look at my other stuff... following me would be cool too ;)
Star Wars: Dysfunction
An Alphas Story
ARC Squad Alpha-B Roster
Captain Alpha-10 “Ramser” (CO/Auxiliary Marksman)
First Lieutenant Alpha-09 “Capyr” (XO/Auxiliary Demolitions)
Second Lieutenant Alpha-51 “Adenn” (Demolitions/CQB)
Second Lieutenant ARC-53/886 “Gray” (Technician)
Sergeant Major ARC-21/547 “Swoop” (Aerial Assault)
Sergeant Major ARC-401/39 “Deadshot” (Marksman)
Sergeant CS-1801 “Ticker” (Infantry Team Leader)
Corporal CT-89/123 “Stitch” (Medic)
Private CT-7713 “Rail” (Infantry)
Private CT-9054 “Ram” (Infantry)
Private CT-4509 “Knuckles” (Infantry)
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Chapter I
RAS Bastila Shan
Outskirts of the Hypori Sector
21 BBY
“Unbelievable! Un-karking-believable! This is a horrible injustice towards the fighting men of the Grand Army of the Republic! This is oppression! Tyranny! A crime unparalleled throughout all of galactic history!”
Private Rail sighed, and looked over at his squadmate, Knuckles. “Oh, command only took away your unauthorized porn collection. Stop being a crybaby about it.”
“That was high-quality Holovid material, man! Some of the best in the industry! I’m not being a crybaby, I’m protesting against the stomping on of my right to get turned on!”
“I don’t think that’s a right, Knuckles.”
“Well it should be!”
Before the discussion about the hypothetical right to porn could progress, a third clone bursted into the impromptu meeting room of the debate club that had been founded just seconds earlier, otherwise known as the RecRoom of the Bastila. Clone Sergeant Ticker, the team’s senior NCO that wasn’t an ARC, crossed his arms, and glared at Rail and Knuckles, highly annoyed. Ticker pointed at Knuckles, and said “Private, I swear to the Force, is it impossible for me to leave ya alone fer three damn minutes without ya gettin’ yerself into kriffing trouble!? Ya know that garbage is against the regs! You’re making the entire team look bad! Blast it, you’re making the entire GAR look bad!”
Knuckles simply shrugged, and replied “Hey, if they don’t want these things to happen, they shouldn’t ban my porn.”
Rail rolled his eyes, and said “You know, Knuckles, that they ban all of that kind of stuff. They aren’t just targeting you specifically.”
“Oi, that’s enough, ya two. We can sort out the contraband issue later. The Cap’n wants us all in the hangar, and we’d hate to disappoint, eh?”
Rail stood up from his seat, and replied “On it, Sarge. We’ll head to the armory ASAP.”
Rail and Knuckles quickly walked out of the RecRoom, leaving Ticker behind.
“So, how do you think this is gonna work out, Rail?”
Rail punched in the code to open the Armory door, and replied “Eh, chances all, we get captured, we get interrogated, and we get executed. Standard Covert Ops stuff, from what the XO told me.”
As they stepped into the armory, Knuckles said “Oh, come on. Lieutenant Capyr doesn’t know what he’s-”
Knuckles heard the sound of a clone clearing his throat, and turned his head to see Capyr adjusting a bayonet on his DC-15A. “I know a lot of things, Private. Including that you should always make sure the fellow you’re badmouthing isn’t within earshot.”
The two turned their heads as they heard a chuckle and saw 2nd Lieutenant Adenn sitting on top of a container whilst chucking a grenade around in his hands. “Knowing that you’re able to hear us is what makes it more funnier.”
Capyr made a gesture of questionable politeness towards Adenn, and looked back at Knuckles and Rail. “Look, you two. I know that being sent on borderline suicide missions behind enemy lines is bad for morale, but can you at least save it until after we’re on the ground?” The two Privates muttered in acknowledgments, and went about getting their equipment.
Adenn continued tossing the grenade around in his hands. “‘Ey, Capy, you think that bayonet of yours could pierce through this?”
Capyr scowled under his helmet, gestured at Adenn again, and pressed a button on his gauntlet.
Adenn looked around the armory in confusion, then turned to Capyr, and said “The kark did you do now? And what the kark is that noi-” Adenn looked down to his hands, and a look of horror came across his face as he realized how the grenade played into this. Throwing the now armed grenade across the room, he dove behind a crate of blasters and hoped for the best.
Capyr, for his part, simply stood up, walked over to the grenade, and chuckled. Picking it up, he placed it on his belt, and called out “Hey, di’kut! You can come out now!” Capyr looked over at the two Privates, staring at him in shock. “Eh, don’t worry about it. This here is a little invention of mine, call it a Gagnade. About as explosive as durasteel.”
Adenn slowly crept back up, shock all over his face as he shakingly asked “What the kark? How-”
“Oh, y’know. Designed to look like a grenade, and when I press this button right here,” said Capyr, pointing at his gauntlet, “It starts beeping. Figured it’d be useful on a mission some day, but it’s also real good for putting di’kute who like to pretend they’re Demolitions Experts in their place. By which I mean you, so don’t try to pull the ‘No, you’ trick on me.”
The shock on Adenn’s face became a hateful scowl as he walked over to Capyr with his knife in hand. Capyr, in response, picked up his DC and pointed the bayonet at Adenn. “Now, now, I’m enough of a civilized adult for both of us, so why don’t we sit down and act like it?”
Adenn was not impressed as he looked down at the bayonet. “And if I said no?”
“Then I’m telling the angry Captain standing in the doorway.”
Adenn turned his head, and saw that the squad’s CO, Captain Ramser, was indeed standing in the doorway, his arms crossed. Adenn gave a nervous smile and slowly waved at the Captain, the bayonet still pointed at him. Ramser sighed, and said “Weapons down, both of you.”
Adenn raised both hands and asked. “What weapon?”
Capyr slowly lowered his DC, and said “The knife, you moron.”
Adenn looked at Capyr, mouthed suggestive things at him, and placed the knife back into its holster. When Ramser was sure that the Armory would not be the site of a stabbing, he continued speaking. “Look, Capyr. I know that when Adenn joined the team, there was some… conflict over him taking your job. But he’s still part of the team, and you are to treat him as such. And Adenn, I don’t know what you’re doing to provoke these fights, but whatever it is, stop.”
“Maybe if he wasn’t such a whiny piece of-”
“I said, stop it, Adenn.
Adenn clenched his fist and looked at Capyr in disgust. “Yes, sir.” Capyr and Adenn watched as Ramser stepped outside the Armory, and began to finish collecting their equipment in silence.
Corporal Stitch looked up from his partially assembled Medkit and over at his squadmate, Ram, who was frantically punching buttons on a datapad. “Y’know, Ram, that trick is only going to work so long. The CO will find out eventually.” Stitch shrugged as his warnings fell upon deaf ears and Ram refused to respond, still pushing random buttons to make himself appear busy. “Seriously, it’s only a matter of time.”
Ram remained focused on his datapad until an ARC in grey armor noticed him, walked over, and in one swift motion, took the datapad from Ram and hit him over the head with it. “CT-9054, for the last time, stop messing around the with the datapads. These aren’t toys.”
A second ARC walked up next to Gray. “You really didn’t have to hit him over the head with it, Gray.”
Gray looked at the datapad in his hand, then at the other ARC. “Maybe not, Swoop. But it was satisfying. Y’know how rare it is for me to be the highest-ranking officer around?”
A clone with a black streak going down the visor of his helmet walked into the hangar, sporting a DC-15X, and a short cloak. “‘Oi, mir’sheb, lay off ‘em.”
Gray sighed, and said “Fine, Deadshot. But you can make sure he doesn’t slack off instead. I can’t deal with that level of slacking.”
“I’m not a babysitter. Get someone who will actually listen to you to do that job.”
Gray looked at Deadshot, slowly placed the datapad on a nearby crate, and stepped forward. “ARC-401/39, I don’t know what your major malfunction is, but just because I’m not the Captain or Lieutenant Capyr doesn’t mean I don’t outrank you.”
“Cut the osik, smartass. I know you do. Doesn’t mean I’ll do your chores.”
Stitch stepped between his two superiors, holding out his arms to separate them. “Okay, okay, brothers. I think we can both agree this has escalated too far. Sir, how about I watch our resident lump of uselessness?”
Gray thought for a few seconds, then replied “Okay, Corporal. Make sure he actually does something. As for you, Deadshot, we’ll settle this later. I’m going to check in with the Captain, see if something’s wrong. The rest of the team should be-”
“Apologies, Gray. Had to diffuse me a conflict. Capyr and Adenn, as usual.” Gray and company turned to see Captain Ramser walking towards them, two ARCs and two Privates in tow. “Everything has been going well on your end, I hope.”
An anxious Gray bit his tongue under his helmet, and responded “Eh, not at all sir. All is fine.”
Ramser paused for a second, then shrugged. “If you say so. Now, I believe we a Larty to catch, a planet to land on, and a CIS base to infiltrate.”
A chorus of “Understood, sir,” followed, and the eleven clones walked towards the LAAT in silence. They knew what they were getting into. And they knew that they may not be able to count on each other during it.
Looking up at the beautiful ceiling of Chapter House at Westminster Abbey.
London; October 2008
Canon 30D
2017年4月29日開催された「大曲の花火～春の章～」より、山崎煙火製造所による「Heaven's Glory」。
"Heaven's Glory" by Yamazaki enaka-seizosho in the Omagari Hanabi Spring Chapter on 29 April, 2017.
There is only one word to describe Eridu, home. Whether you are from the icy mountains of Icea, or the cool forests of Yena, Eridu is home. Its people were the remnants of an ancient kingdom, who had tried to settle in Enduin, but instead were attacked. Saved by Mountaindale, the people created a small city inside a water filled basin next to the mountain. Here, exotic water creatures roam the streets, live in homes and form families with few prejudices. We had docked the Sophia at Port Merryweather, and taken a small boat to the city. A small congregation awaited our arrival, after all, their prince was returning. Tristan, the silent hood, was their leaders nephew. As we docked, Tristan was embraced by the greatest king, Argos.
"Tristan, my boy, you have returned once again."
As the two spoke, I scanned the crowd for the one person I wished to see, and their she was. Sophia.....
Segunda parte da série que a Ruh e eu começamos com a foto anterior <3
Não pudemos dar um título pois quem ler o texto vai entender, mas agora estamos preparando a próxima e última parte da série. Até lá! :DD
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There's hope for those who wander
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Acho que, no final das contas, estarei sempre dividido entre sentir medo e sentir coragem. Eu olho para essa imensidão de mar - tanta água, tanto mundo - e eu aqui sendo tão pequeno. Sendo tão eu.
E se minha capacidade de nadar para atravessar toda esta água for menor do que a necessária, e se eu descobrir isto quando for tarde demais, e se eu me afogar: às vezes eu me perco nos "e se", e demoro um pouco para lembrar que o "e se" não existe.
Só o que existe foram as escolhas que fiz, por coragem, e as que não fiz, por medo. Embora, em determinadas escolhas, o "não" envolva mais coragem do que o "sim" - mas acho que essas são as decisões que levam pedaços da gente pela história.
Não quero pensar nos pedaços meus que perdi. Só sinto que toda a água que está ali me rondando os levou para sempre, para uma outra época de mim, e eu nem sequer sentirei falta deles daqui um tempo.
Por quê?, você vai me perguntar - provavelmente.
Porque eu andei me reconstruindo e não há mais lugar dentro de mim para velhos tecos de um passado morto. Não matei o menino silencioso e tímido que fui, mas também não o escuto a toda decisão como antes: tem outras versões de mim - mais amplas, mais bonitas, mais reais - que merecem minha atenção. Que merecem minha construção.
Se antes, o meu silêncio nem eu sabia do que falava, hoje me perco em tanto que tenho a dizer.
Se não encontro palavras, se não manuseio frases, é por falta de hábito: isolado que fui, no meu próprio mundo, por tantos anos, nunca precisei me expressar - nunca precisei sentir.
Mas, agora, as coisas mudaram.
Ainda bem.
Porque se hoje sinto, enfim posso me considerar vivo. Mesmo perdido, mesmo com medo: estou vivo como nunca estive.
Minhas mãos e meus pés estão sujos e cansados de tanto caminhar. Não sei ao certo nem o que estive procurando - se é que um dia procurei algo. Mas acho que o dia de melancolia esquisita chega para todos, mais cedo ou mais tarde, e este é o meu.
Acho que, no final das contas, o que me diferencia dos demais é optar sempre por sentir coragem - mesmo que doa. E nada exige tanta coragem como descobrir quem realmente somos, embaixo do que escondemos.
Texto por : Ruh
In a meeting room, in a building hidden away far from prying eyes, four men were having a tense discussion.
"When Asgard last had communication with your people, we had your assurances that that the cube would be stowed away, so that terrors it unleashed during your Second World War would never be seen again. When we return, we find that it is not only being experimented on, but used to create the type of weapons that you had sworn to put an end to! Odin is most displeased." The Asgardian ambassador's tirade was directed at a S.H.I.E.L.D. Officer named Nick Fury. He was visibly irritated.
"The fact that there are a bunch of aliens out there who are dangerously displeased is the entire reason we're developing this technology, Ambassador! We can't afford to waste time arguin' 'bout who said what, when!"
One of the men, holding a trident, nodded in agreement. "Atlantis has not always had the most friendly of relationships with the people of the surface, but we both agree on this. The Cube is a great power that could be used to defend all kingdoms on this earth from an external attack. We know that there are hostile races in the stars, and the Cube could protect us from them."
The Asgardian ambassador seemed to treat this man with a slightly higher amount of respect. "King Namor, though I know you seek to protect your people, this is folly. The efforts you all have put into the discovering the secrets of the Cube, while not producing positive results, have shown the galaxy that it is in your possession. The hostiles you speak of will react quickly and brutally. I fear you would not survive such an attack, even though you have the Cube."
Nick Fury spoke once more, "I think that you've underestimated earth, Ambassador. Even if you're right, this decision is not for me to make. The council would decide."
"Maybe releasing control of the Cube would be a good thing." The man next to the window finally spoke. He was dressed in a sleek, almost reflective, black suit resembling a panther. "As the ambassador said, we have not made much progress. And if what you say is true," he said, turning from the window to the ambassador, "that our work with the Cube is a beacon, maybe it might be safer on Asgard."
"I do not think we should give away our one powerful defense, T'chaka, even if Asgard recommends to do so. Who's to say that we won't be attacked anyway?" Namor said.
"The Cube is too much of a risk to keep. We should let go of it, and our pride."
"Ha! You would lecture me on pride?"
And thus, the debate continued.
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Chapter two is done! I hope you like it!
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This is a perpendicular view to the stairs that lead to the Chapter House at Wells Cathedral.
I have edited the photo to correct for perspective distortion.
South Wall Pidgeon to Central Pidgeon,
Merfolk defending the waters around the castle walls.
Ghosts covering aerial attacks.
South Wall attacked by Sea Monsters and Man Bats.
Man bats sucking up ghosts.
Mermaids afraid of Sea Monsters.
Defense crumbling down.
Regards,
Triton and Casper
p.s. It appears my son finally found himself a suitable parter…
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Well it might be time I tell you my back story. When I was just a little prince, I was bitten by a werewolf. I became violently ill and my parents feared for my life. My darling mother prayed to a flickering star somewhere high in the sky. Begging the gods to save me from succumbing to my wounds. Guess her prayers were heard. Out of nothing there appeared a fairy. She goes by any names. The Blue Fairy, the White Witch but her real name was Abatha. She managed to trap the werewolf DNA somewhere deep inside me. When I hit puberty I became a royal pain in the ass. I was spoiled, selfish and unkind. But then one winters night an old beggar woman came to the castle and offered me a single rose in return for shelter for the bitter cold. Repulsed by her haggard appearance I sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away. But she warned me not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within. And when I dismissed her again, the old womans ugliness melted away to reveal Abatha. I tried to apologize, but it was too late. For she had seen that there was no love in my heart. She broke her previous blessing and the wolf inside me came out. I was no longer a werewolf, I was a full blown wolfman. I couldn´t transform back and forth. As if that wasn´t enough, Abatha placed a powerful spell on the castle and all who lived there. Ashamed of my monstrous form, the beast concealed himself inside his castle. My only hopes of ever becoming human again was for someone to look past my gruesome appearance and see the beauty that lies within. Thank god Belle crossed my path and managed to fulfill the prophecy. We fell madly in love and her kiss of true love managed to save my life and gave me back my human form. Unfortunately magic always comes with a price. After living so long as a beast I had a hard time coping as a human. It drove me insane. Belle who had been studying the arts of Magic and Witchcraft at a school abroad managed to partly break the magic of our true loves first kiss. She freed the wolf gene inside me allowing me to switch back and forth between my human and my wolf form. I went on a search for a pack and after a while I even became an Alfa. So now I am bringing back my pack to join us in the battle against true evil.
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Well hello my fair niece, so glad you could join us in such short notice. Everyone, let me introduce you to Maleficent, better know as the Wicked Witch of the East. She is the one responsible for putting a curse on Snow White and prince Charming´s first born daughter. Maleficent, let me introduce you to these finely selected elite of so called bad guys. The lovely lady on my left is Ursula the sea witch. She once traded a mermaid her voice for a pair of legs. Triton the mermaid king locked her away for doing so. She is also the one who managed to get me a strain of Alice’s and Aurora’s hair . Which I used to create two dark haired clones.
The pale faced man to my left is called Gaston. He was once a possible love interest for Belle, we all know her as Scarlet Witch. He even tried to keep her away from beast. Unfortunately his attempts to win Bell’s heart over failed and managed to brake the curse I placed upon Beast. Gaston fell of a balcony and died. I managed to fix him up a little bit.
The man on my far right is captain Hook. He has been a close friend for years, always helping me when I need to get stuff done on sea. He has been kind enough to lend me his vessel multiple times.
And last but not least is this tall gentleman on my right. He is the Royal Vizier of Agrabah. He fell head over heels in love with the daughter of the Sultan, princess Jasmine. Unfortunately her heart belonged to a street rat. He tried to make her love him but all his efforts failed miserably. He eventually killed the Sultan and put a voodoo curse on his corpse. Now he rules the country using the dead Sultan as a puppet. Princess Jasmine fled the castle and has been roaming the country ever since.
Now that the introductions are done I will tell you all about our plan to bring back balance to the fairy tale universe. But first I’ll give you a minute to freshen up and to rid yourself of your travel outfit.
Welcome back home my little clones. Tell me did everything go as planned? Were you able to steal the 10 crystals they left on their cart? Were you able to steal Snow White’s wedding ring holding the 11th crystal? Were you able to test the power of the crystals when combined? Were you able to wake up Snow White and her family? And most importantly did the crystals stay in place after you used them? So they didn't return to their guardians after you used them? Brilliant, well done! Tell the others we're done testing the crystals and that we're ready to awaken the armies!
West Wall Pidgeon to Central Pidgeon,
Indians and rental Goblins defending West Wall.
Man Bats have been sighted inside the Castle Walls.
Enemy approaching consists out of Orc army.
Orcs attempt to climb wall while fiddling with a apparatus they brought.
Wall climbing is a decoy.
Apparatus broke the Castle wall.
I repeat the West Wall has been breached.
Regards,
Charming and Pocahontas.
p.s. Note to self, get one of those wall breaching apparatuses.
So after days of planning it has finally come to this. The day we have to say goodbye to the people we love the most. This room is filled with so much love! We’ve met so many great people and most of them have truly become close friends. Since our nemeces have decided to team up and create an army, we need to gather as much friends as we can possibly find so we stand a chance at defending my father’s throne. We have to split up to work most effectively. Of course it is hard to say goodbye to my parents, my brothers and especially saying goodbye to Alice. But hardest of all was saying goodbye to Noccio.
One week later
The Russian trio stood in an alley behind a tall building, the night concealing their presence.
"Why is it always so damn hot in Athens?" Taskmaster asked.
He received no response, though there was a smirk on Natasha's face. Instead, she walked up to the door and grabbed the handle. It didn't budge.
"Locked, of course." She said. She was about to get creative, but the Winter Soldier brushed past her and smashed his metal fist into the glass door, shattering it. She stared at him. He shrugged in reply, and stepped through. A guard walked up, looking a little nervous before seeing the intruders. He was knocked out in about two seconds.
"They never learn!" Natasha said, stepping past his unconscious body. She rummaged through the reception desk to find the list of residents.
"Mr. Natchios, floor... 36."
35 flights of stairs later, they clumped in front of the door, slightly out breath. Nods were exchanged, and Taskmaster kicked the door open. A man who had to be Mr. Natchios stood in the center of a rather fancy room, pointing a gun at the intruders. Quick as a flash, Natasha jumped into the air and kicked the gun out of his hand, sending a stray bullet through the glass of a window, flinging shards everywhere. A blow to his chest slammed him to the ground. Lying on his back, he quickly put up his hands.
"W-what do you want?" He stammered.
"You run a S.H.I.E.L.D. warehouse, right?" Natasha asked.
"I o-oversee several, yes." He replied.
"Good to know. We need to know where you shipped a particular item several days ago."
Natasha could see realization dawn upon his face.
"Oh no... You're the people who raided it, aren't you? I-I'm not going to tell you anything!" He said, unconvincingly.
Natasha sighed.
"Look, we really need to find order JVJ-24601. We're going to get it's location from you either way. Why not just tell us?"
Mr. Natchios just shook his head. He yelped suddenly, as the Winter Soldier lifted him off the ground by the back of his shirt. He still seemed determined not to spill. Natasha sighed once more. That won't last long, she thought.
"Tell us now, before this gets ugly." She commanded.
He shook his head again, visibly terrified, but resisting nonetheless.
The Winter Soldier, expressionless once more, suddenly tossed the man into a chest of drawers. Taskmaster walked up to Natchios, who was coughing on the floor, and grabbed him by the front of his shirt.
"Not gonna talk?" He inquired. After a
very brief silence, he slapped him hard across the face. After several more blows, the man relented.
"Okay, I'll talk!" He moaned, dejected by his quick defeat. "It was shipped to on of the bigger S.H.I.E.L.D. facilities. Order from way up." He found a piece of paper and scribbled something onto it in shaky handwriting. "These are the coordinates."
Natasha took the paper, before looking at the other two.
"What do we do with him now?" She asked.
"I've told you everything, just please leave our home!"
"Our" home?
"What did you say?"
"I-I have a daughter."
Natasha was silent for a moment.
"Guys... We can't kill him."
The Winter Soldier said nothing, but his eyes agreed. Taskmaster just shook his head, disbelieving.
"W-what are you going to do?" Mr Natchios asked.
Natasha shook her head. "I don't know. But I can't kill a father."
He let out a relieved breath of air.
"Thank you! Thank you so mu–"
He abruptly gasped, a look of pain and shock on his face. He slumped to the floor as Taskmaster pulled the sword out of the dead man's chest.
The Winter Soldier closed his eyes in remorse, while Natasha just stared at Taskmaster in shock.
"We... We said we'd let him live!"
"No, you said we'd let him live. He heard our entire conversation. Keeping him alive would be stupid. This is the job, remember? We've got to tie up all loose ends."
A door creaked open, interrupting the tense conversation.
"Daddy?" The voice of a little girl.
She stood in a doorway, looking confused at all the noise.
Taskmaster turned toward the sound, and took a step forward, but stopped suddenly when the Winter Soldier stepped in front of him.
"Not children." There was anger in his eyes, although his voice remained calm
as he stared Taskmaster down. There was a tense moment, before Taskmaster backed off.
"Fine." He muttered.
Meanwhile, the girl saw her father's body. She slowly walked up to it.
"Daddy?" When she received no answer, she started to cry, saying that one word over and over.
The Winter Soldier turned to the group.
"We should go." He said quietly.
Before they reached the door, the girl's voice stopped them. On her tear-streaked face was an expression of hatred that should never be seen on a face so young.
"I'm gonna get you." She said quietly, starting at Taskmaster.
He turned away, and quickly walked out the door, followed by the Winter Soldier. Natasha lingered for a moment.
"I'm sorry." She whispered, before following her partners out the door.
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Hey guys! This was a big one, I kinda just got sucked into the writing... not sure if that's a good sign. You might be able to tell where I'm going in the future... or maybe not. The build was fun/frustrating, but I think it turned out well.
Thanks guys, and as always, faves, comments, and follows appreciated!
2024年4月29日に開催された大曲の花火―春の章― 「新作花火コレクション2024 世界の花火・日本の花火」から、大曲の花火協同組合による「オープニング花火」。The opening fireworks by Omagari Fireworks Cooperative Association from Omagari Hanabi Spring chapter on April 29, 2023.
Well I have finally changed my commander... again I know! But this should be the last version of my Chapter Master. I altered it again as I still was not happy with the previous model. It was too busy and the composition was not what I wanted, and for want of a better phrase, it did not feel right.
This time it came out much more to what I wanted. It is a combination of both the commander and sanguinary guard kits, plus some parts from the grey knights. Overall very happy with the mini this time. Shall begin work on the Vanguard Unit that will accompany him on the battlefield.
Anyway hope you like the mini and thank you for looking! :)