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Atrium of the monumental headquarters of bank Caixa Geral de Depósitos in Lisbon. Designed in 1986 by Portuguese architect Arsénio Raposo Cordeiro (1940-2013), inaugurated in 1993.
..::LOG ENTRY 17.4::..
Corellia.
Durge. I'd never faced him, but the stories told of him are a Clone's worst nightmare. Furthermore, the sewers are playing havoc with our communications equipment.
"Lieutenant, These guys are still alive!" came Easys voice. I could see the Durge's silhouette from the storm drain get larger and larger. We were running out of time. Squads of fully trained ARC troopers have failed to bring Durge down, what chance do I have against this beast with a squad of rookies!.
I moved back to Reaper squads position and knelt down by the injured troopers they'd found. It was the remains of Spectre squad, they'd be sent to find Alpha-19, just like we had.
We have no heavy ordnance, nothing that would touch Durge if the stories were to be believed and we have no detonators left. This is a suicide mission.
"Listen up squad! Take the injured and get out of here. Get a message back to command. Make sure they know where Durge is and get some ordnance down here to deal with him! Go. NOW!"
"But...." started the entire squad.
"I SAID NOW!"
Hesitantly, Reaper squad helped up the remnants of Spectre squad and headed to the surface. I turned and headed back towards Durge. Hopefully I'll buy them enough time."
As I entered the storm drain, it was clear to see that the rumours were true, Durge was huge and easily towered over me. Without hesitation, I open fired. The blasts just deflected off his armour, and those that hit him did little good. He just continued to walk toward me.
His walk became a run and he charged at me with inhuman speed. I continued to fire shot after shot at him. As he was about to collide with me I dived to one side, but he was ready. He reached out with a tree-like limb and delivered a blow to my helmet sending me crashing into the ground. I quickly got to my feet, something was wrong. I felt no pain, but my vision was blurred and I could feel the drips of blood run down my nose, I felt the dent in my helmet on my cheek, and my visor had been smashed clean of the helmet.
Trying to regain my senses, I tried to turn to face the monster, but my feet couldn't feel the ground. Looking down, I realised I was being held in the air. I couldn't feel the pressure of Durges hand on the back of my neck. He launched me into the air. I hit the wall of the drain and smashed into the floor once more. A sharp pain shot through my leg as I tried to stand up. Something was broken.
At this point, I had no clue what was going on. I turned to try and get my bearings, but I couldn't see in the murk of the sewer. I heard a voice mutter, "impressive" and it was swiftly followed by a heavy impact to my chest that sent me into the wall for a second time. I fell, face first into the ground. This was it, the end of the war for me.
I could make out muffled voices coming from the entrance to the storm drain. I tried to look up. Even through the haze, I could pick out the white armour of my brothers. The republic was here!
From the cover of the entrance, several clones lay down covering fire. The beast that was Durge seemed to instantly forget I was there as he disappeared in a volley of fire. The troopers were covering my escape, but I couldn't move.
No, I was wrong. They weren't covering me.
A clone trooper had made a break from cover down the far side of the storm drain. With renewed hope, the adrenaline started to pump through my body again, lifting the haze slightly. That was no random trooper, that was Trigger!
Trigger dived toward a prone ARC Trooper while Durge continued to recoil from the heavy volley of fire. As Trigger reached the trooper, he reached down and scooped up the dead troopers RPS-6. Hoisting the rocket launcher onto his shoulder, and barely with time to aim, he fired a rocket straight at the retreating beast. I couldn't make out what happened to Durge. Reaper squad and Spectre squad continued to cover Triggers reload. Trigger hoisted up the rocket launcher once more and fired a second time. My head span, and I blacked out.
..::END ENTRY::..
Cage woke up in the medical bay on an un-comfy cot. A trooper I recognised from Spectre squad sat on a stool at the far end of the cot.
"Ah, you're awake boss!"
"Boss?"
"That's right. The remains of Spectre squad have been assigned to you. Sergeant Deano, at your service Boss" Deano extended his hand for a handshake, but quickly pulled it back seeing Cage was a little too rough to move.
Cage was visibly panicked.
"Where is Reaper Squad?"
"Oh, don't you worry about those guys. They were the only guys who faced Durge and aren't in the medical bay. We owe them our lives. How are you feeling?"
"Rough. Better knowing Reaper Squad are ok. They really came out unscathed?"
"Yeah, your boy Trigger drove Durge back. We dragged your sorry behind up and got the hell outta there! What was it Bench said? That's it. 'We all go home, or nobody goes home!'. Bench practically dragged us back for you."
"They disobeyed orders...."
".... They saved your life! And several other troopers too. For rookies, they really showed the seppies that we are made of sterner stuff! I know you thought you were protecting them, trying to stop command from wasting lives of good clones, but this is what we were made for. The moment Bench learned that we had taken a rocket launcher with us, he insisted we could help you. And he was right. I know you're a 'by the book' kinda guy, but you can't protect your squad from commands decisions. Just trust that Reaper squad are capable clones and use them sensibly instead of sending them out the way."
Cage pondered Deanos words. He remembered Spectre squad was lead by ARC Captain Nate, he had trained with Nate when he joined the ranks of the ARC Troopers.
"What happened to Nate?"
"He didn't make it, that's why we were assigned to you. But your 'rookies' did what the rest of us couldn't and held back Durge. I think it's time you stopped calling them rookies. I'm going to go tell the staff you're awake."
Deano moved to leave and stopped at the door, he turned back.
"Oh, and one more thing. You're going to need new armour, the last set you had was shattered into splinters."
He left the room.
Cage pondered for a moment and then muttered to himself.
"Well if command aren't going to protect us, then maybe I shouldn't do things 'by the book' anymore."
About thirty minutes after the Norfolk Southern trailing power passed by at Basta another gem came through, this time in Red and Sliver as BNSF 642 assists 4609 in getting their train to Hobart as the sunsets.
I will shoot all weeklypics this year with Instax Wide (and the Instax Wide 300). This was intended to be a camera selfy with four cams. However, the damn camera did flash on a bright sunny day (although inside) and that ruined the picture. I hope I get better soon.
Beachwood Canyon, Hollywood Hills, California
09/11 PX 70 taken for Amanda Potter's Impossibly Expired project
To quote Firesign Theater, "She's no fun, she fell right over." That applies to the erstwhile chimney on this eastern shack. I already posted Longmont City's fail at Chimney Rock. Well, if nothing else, Chimey Rock still stands and I took some pictures of it although I have no idea why. This fail left a few traces. An implement tire died in the yard. On the other hand, the shingles may still shed some of the elements.
I can see that Trump was here golfing and broke some windows. That's not likely to happen at his canceled Bedminster PGA tourney. A lot of UV at this rental and a bit of wind and rain too! Was this an ag labor shack or an original home? It had actual shaped siding. It looks like it was seriously constructed.
II slipped back into another prairie shack when I found this eastern shack to edit. This adds to the abandoned farmstead homes northeast of Longmont, Colorado near I-25 north to Wyoming. Living here provides a great view of the Front Range, if a bit damp and breezy. I added it to my shacks album.
This could be ideal to hang some clothes to dry out on the clothes line on the other side... especially if that warm breeze comes up to help whack the bed bugs in the UV. Could air out the bedding at the same time. Boy, I better shed my jacket pretty soon! Both windows being open let the morning breezes slide right on through.
eDDie tracked me down Friday night and after breakfast with [Wyoming Wanderer] Frank, eDDie and I trekked out to shacks directly along I-25 and I almost filled my film card for the very first time with these collapsing shacks. Prairie land, indeed! This old tumbleweed trapping homestead was along the rural route and shot earlier than the Pelican Pond house as the sky was beginning to develop. We accidentally hit unexpected killer skies that developed in the middle morning. If it rains, I'd suggest some drop here but not inside!
Everyone shares his most beautiful pictures, today I wanted to put a failure, nothing goes well on this one but in black and white I love it anyway.
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Tout le monde partage ses plus belles photos, aujourd'hui j'avais envie de mettre une ratée, rien ne va sur celle là mais en Noir et blanc je l'aime quand même.
After running from Kalgoorlie towards Parkeston to assist a failed 5MP9, Q4005 had made it only a couple of hundred metres before itself failed with Q4005,SCT015,SCT007 once again a failure and waiting for another assistance loco on 13-7-13
Wait, what? How's this a fail? Well, you see, I'm not here for these units; I'm here for GEs. Old ones. Not Dash 9s. And RailAmerica parked them right before I could get out there.
After over 20 years aging in the slide binders, I guess this has aged OK. An ex-SP SD39 and 20-cylinder tunnel motor aren't so bad.
The westbound train has arrived in Limon, CO and is spotting their UP interchange.
WCRC Ex Works Class 47 47813 on the Northern Belle, Denton - Manchester Victoria at Denton Before it failed 15/06/2022
Large size | Original uploaded size | My portfolio | My manifesto
Terribly underexposed (had to really pull up the exposure on the RAW file), out of focus, noise. Ah, isn't "art" fabulous? :-)
My work is too "tidy". I need to mess it up a bit more.
i messed this one up really badly right after I scanned it. I mean really bad. I mean to the point where I had to tear it up and throw it away. lesson learned!
Leica R4s | Leica 50mm f/2 Summicron | Kodak Colorplus 200
Scanned with Canoscan 8800f
Home developed in Unicolor C-41 | 102 degrees
66567 Apparently "failed on a ballast working which again didn't get dropped over night, there was another ballast behind this but we couldn't get the shed on it 25/02/2018
I hav Been gone for a month I know but the end of my sports season is coming hopefully I will stop being dead, I now have two large space ships the mds and the battle front along with the stupid fail mech that u see thanks. :)
31233 which failed at Shrewsbury was on rear of 3z01 Shrewsbury - Derby RTC,97302 was the leading locomotive.passing Cosford station on 11/01/2015
Creepy Cute Expansion Pack #2: The Valkyrie
Chooser of the slain, this crocheted valkyrie carries your failed projects off to Valhalla.
Check out the pattern here:
FUJI auto exposure fail again. +3 stop - fix is to turn camera off and back on then AE is accurate again. Thought this was a cold weather device malfunction but now I'm sure it isn't temperature related.
8F, 48431 had been dumped in the yard at Oakworth on the 9th December 1995, having failed on a Santa Special. It made quite a nice glint shot. I wonder whether we'll ever see it in traffic again.
You can't really see it, but my heels gave out from under me and I almost fell over. So much for take two...
It's 1039 at East Fortune, this train was booked to depart Stenton at 0440, and the final part of the HOBC starts to move. I suppose this is a rare catch as ballast is coming along the overhead conveyor belt and dropping onto the track. Railway workers are walking in front and at the side as it makes its way slowly towards the other two sections of the HOBC before connecting all together.
This was taken on the 31st January 2018 and caused chaos for most of the morning, blocking the Up line between Drem and Stenton, with single line working and numerous cancellations for Virgin East Coast, Cross Crountry and Scotrail.
I am not sure if the HOBC is working this part of the train as there is a couple of guys in the cab or Freightliner 66571 is pushing, I suspect the HOBC. To the rear of the train can be seen the top of a track machine that usually follows the HOBC.
Any further info on this train would be much appreciated