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Photo from the Albert Kuhbandner collection, scan kindly provided by him for inclusion on this page.
München-Riem
May 1984
TS-IEB (1)
Boeing 737-2L9/Adv
22407 / 698
Tunis Air (basic Surinam Airways colours, no titles)
Note: The registration TS-IEB was also used for two other B737s:
Leased for a short time from Maersk between April 1984 and October 1985, TS-IEB is still wearing basic Surinam Airways colours. It appeared again in January 1985 wearing full, but non-standard Tunis Air colours (white belly, black registration, no name on a/c).
Delivered to Maersk Air as OY-APR in October 1980 in Guyana Air colours (source: Maersk Post December 1980) and leased to Guyana Airways straight away, later to Surinam Airways and Tunis Air. Went on to Hispania as EC-DXV, LAN Chile as CC-CEE, Aero USA Inc as N30AU and Batavia Air as PK-YTI. Stored at Jakarta Soekarno-Hatta (CGK) October 2007, seen at BDO in February 2009, photo at BEAC (?) from June 2013. (Sources: planelogger.com, rzjets.net, airport-data.com)
Registration details for this airframe:
This airframe as OY-APR with Guyana Airways at MIA:
www.flickr.com/photos/154191970@N03/36500623061
This airframe as OY-APR with Surinam Airways at MIA in March 1984:
www.flickr.com/photos/23032926@N05/5095062771
Another shot of TS-IEB in Surinam Airways colours, from 1984 in DUS:
www.dusinfo.net/showpic.php?id=665#!
This airframe as EC-DXV with Hispania at NCL in July 1987:
www.flickr.com/photos/14778966@N06/9491498681
This airframe as CC-CEE with LAN Chile at GIG in November 1993:
www.flickr.com/photos/kambui/26169069815
This airframe as CC-CEE with LAN Chile at SCL ca. 1999 (later colours):
www.flickr.com/photos/157839500@N04/44308550572
This airframe as PK-YTI with Batavia Air at Adisucipto International Airport (WAHH) in March 2005:
www.jetphotos.com/photo/436496
PK-YTI derelict at BDO (?) in June 2013:
www.airport-data.com/images/aircraft/000/933/933047.jpg
Scan from slide (unknown brand).
The first 13 photos in my White-tailed Ptarmigan album were taken a year ago. Three visits were made with different friends on 22, 23 and 29 November, 2016. A friend invited me to go with him the day before yesterday, 27 November 2017, with plans to meet four other mutual friends out there. What a great day we had, with amazing scenery, beautiful weather until we got into the mountains and closer to our destination, and a wonderful sighting of 11 of these fascinating birds.
I know for sure that I would never have found them on my own, especially as I don't own a pair of snowshoes, just my warm, winter boots. Out there, one absolutely has to have snowshoes, as the snow is knee- or thigh-deep, and walking is impossible without them. Mind you, last year, I did do the walk without snowshoes, but it was brutal and I was literally dragged uphill by a very kind friend, with help from others along the way! I was so grateful to everyone, as that was my very first sighting of these Ptarmigan, that I had longed to see for quite a few years. What a thrill it was! I had seen photos of them against the snow, and I longed to have the chance to try and get photos like that.
So, two days ago, my friends had snowshoes and went off searching in all directions, while I searched close to where we were parked, and also enjoyed myself taking photos of the winter wonderland that surrounded us and that I so rarely see, especially in winter. From 1 December each year, the winter gates in Kananaskis close for months, partly for safety reasons, but also to allow the wildlife some peaceful time, especially when their young are born. Towards the end of our time out there, guess what my friends found. If these birds had a sense of humour, I can just picture them laughing at all the effort that everyone was putting into looking for them : ) At first, they flew just a short distance - actually in my direction! - but only one of them landed within my sight, but far, far away. It took me a while to see it, as especially from a distance, a white bird on white snow just isn't seen, except for the black beak and the little, shiny, black eyes.
Friend, Lynn, called out to me and was waving her arms, telling me that there were four birds near where she was standing. When I reached the spot, one had taken off, but three remained. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw one against a darker background, along with two others near it, but completely against a snowy background. Sun would have been most welcome, but unfortunately, we had to make the most of the low light. Unlike last year, my photos of these newest birds have practically no detail in their feathers - but I will very gladly take whatever I can get. Just as big a thrill to see them again as it was to see them for the very first time a year ago.
Thanks, everyone, for walking so far in difficult surroundings. The gusts of fine, blowing snow didn't exactly make it more pleasant, but actually were quite refreshing in a strange way. Lovely to spend time with you all yesterday, and you did such a great job of finding our target birds and making sure that each one of us was able to see them. Thanks so much, Tony, for inviting me and for the ride, including that extra stretch of magnificent scenery that we unexpectedly drove through after we missed a turn : ) Also, it was nice to see a Shrike perched on a fence post along the back way home. My photos were pretty bad, very blurry, but I tried to rescue the 'best' one with a touch of filter in post-processing, just so that I could add it to the album for this trip. Such a great day!
"The smallest grouse in North America, the White-tailed Ptarmigan inhabits alpine regions from Alaska to New Mexico. It has numerous adaptations to its severe habitat, including feathered toes, highly cryptic plumage, and an energy-conserving daily regime." From AllAboutBirds.
www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/White-tailed_Ptarmigan/id
"The white-tailed ptarmigan (Lagopus leucura), also known as the snow quail, is the smallest bird in the grouse family. It is a permanent resident of high altitudes on or above the tree line and is native to Alaska and the mountainous parts of Canada and the western United States. It has also been introduced into the Sierra Nevada in California, the Wallowa Mountains in Oregon and the Uinta Mountains in Utah. Its plumage is cryptic and varies at different times of the year. In the summer it is speckled in gray, brown and white whereas in winter it is wholly white. At all times of year the wings, belly and tail are white. The white-tailed ptarmigan has a diet of buds, leaves, flowers and seeds. The nest is a simple depression in the ground in which up to eight eggs are laid. After hatching, the chicks soon leave the nest. At first they eat insects but later move on to an adult diet, their mother using vocalisations to help them find suitable plant food. The population seems to be stable and the IUCN lists this species as being of "Least Concern". From Wikipedia.
The funny thing is that we bought a book about tribes (Pokot, samburu, masai, etc) and..he was in the book! So we let it to him. The world is really small!
The Pokhot live in the Baringo and Western Pokot districts of Kenya and in Uganda.
There are two main sub-groups depending of their location and way of life. The first group consist of the Hill Pokot who live in the rainy highlands in the west and in the central south, and are mainly farmers and pastoralists. The second group is made up of the Plains Pokot who live in dry and infertile plains, with their cattles. A homestead is composed of one or more buildings for a man, his wife and children; eventual co-wives live in separate houses. The role of the community in teaching children ethical rules. Most of the Pokot are nomadic and thus have interacted with different peoples, incorporating their social customs.The Pokot are very proud of their culture. The Songs, storytelling, and decorative arts, especially bodily decoration, are very appreciated. They adorn the body with beads, hairstyling, scarification, and the removal of the lower central incisors. Pokot girls wear a beaded necklace made of the stems of an asparagus tree. Most Pokot have some knowledge of herbal medicine, so they often use these treatments along with those of the hospitals. They belong to the Kenya's Nilotic-speaking peoples. .
For the Pokot, the universe has two realms: the above is the realm of the most powerful deities—Tororot, Asis (sun), and llat (rain); and the below is the one where live humans, animals, and plants. Humans are responsible for the realm that they inhabit, but they rely upon divinities to achieve and maintain peace and prosperity. They worship many deities like the sun, moon and believe in the spirit of death.The Pokot communicate with their deities through prayer and sacrifice. They perform it during ethnic festivals and dances. Oracles are responsible for maintaining the spiritual balance within the community. They are superstitious and believe in sorcery, so sometimes they call on shielding lucky sorcery. They have prophets, either male or female, who foresee advise, usually by the means of animal sacrifices. His or her ability is considered as a divine gift. Clan histories recount the changes of location, through poetry and song, emphasizing the vulnerability of humans and the importance of supernatural powers to help them overcome hunger, thirst, and even death. Ceremonies mark the transitions in the people's social lives. Among these are: the cleansing of a couple expecting their first child; the cleansing of newborn infants and their mothers; the cleansing of twins and other children who are born under unusual circumstances; male and female initiation; marriage; sapana, a coming-of-age ceremony for men; and summer-solstice, harvest, and healing ceremonies. The most important rite of passage for most Pokot is circumcision for boys and clitoridectomy for girls. These rites consist of a series of neighborhood-based ceremonies, emphasizing the importance of having a good behavior. When boys are circumcised, they acquire membership in one of eight age sets. Women do not have age-sets. After excisions, for several months, girls have a white painting on their face and wear a hood made of blackened leather with charcoal and oil. This means they are untouchable until the lepan ceremony, that marks the passage to womanhood. Unlike other tribes, the Pokot keep the affiliation to their clan throughout their lives, there is no disruption with marriage. Surprisingly, the agreement before marriage is made by gift giving, from the groom and his family to the bride and her family, often over a period of years (and not the contrary). It often implies the gift of a combination of livestock, goods, and cash to the bride's family, and the allotment of milk cows and rights to land to the bride. The bond between a husband and wife lasts for 3 generations, after what marriages can take place again between the two groups. Polygamy exists but is not prevalent among men before 40. The spirits of the elder anticipate reincarnation in their living descendants: when a child is said to resemble the elder, the same name is given. Disputes are resolved in neighborhood councils and in government courts. Some of the sanctions include shaming, cursing, and bewitching.
© Eric Lafforgue
Riding Hood & Bad Wolf - Issue #3 "Shoot the Messenger"*
In the past...
The man thought they were his, an old hookup of his that had consequences. He felt obligated to take them in out of the cold, maybe it was the alcohol messing with his head again. The bitter resentment made him regret taking them in, but nevertheless he raised them anyway. Once the boy said his first word he would become independent, watched the TV in the background through the stairs banister, sneaked into school, listened to phone calls. He even named himself and his little sister...
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Riding Hood: "Followed? By who?"
*RH draws his pistols looking at the door. Bad Wolf shrugs smelling the air cautiously as he gets to his paws standing in front of RH who peeks under his armpit at the door. Suddenly a white blur shakes through the it vibrating intensely. RH fires his pistols at the blur only to see it speed away past them.*
Riding Hood: "Oh F me in the A. It's a Spe-"
*Before RH can finish his sentence the figure zooms past RH striking him across his jaw making him stagger back against BW who swipes at the empty air with his huge paw*
Riding Hood: "As I was saying! It's a Speedster."
Bad Wolf: *Growls* "I hate them."
Riding Hood: "Yeah they cheat at cards, trust me."
*The white blur circles them like a tornado speeding around, drawing the oxygen out from their lungs. RH knows this trick though, he nods at BW who has a mutual understanding of what to do. BW holds out his paw and RH fires a round between his claws, the blur slows down ever so slightly avoiding the oversized paw only to be shot in the shoulder by the hidden gun. A bright red patch stains the blur as it comes to a skidding halt against the wall dropping on its hands and knees.*
Riding Hood: "Yeah take that speedy!"
*RH grins under his visor as he aims his pistols at the White costumed figure who groans clutching his shoulder trying to get up. RH's pistols auto-lock onto the target just in case he decides to speed away this time. He's about to shoot until BW holds out his furry arm looking down at RH.*
Bad Wolf: "Wait... that's E-Race. He's a hero."
Riding Hood: "Who cares?! Last time I checked we were villains."
*E-Race quickly gets to his feet, his injury fully healed. RH mutters a curse but sees that E-Race is standing still. RH laughs to himself how easy killing him is going to be but BW steps in front of him gently nudging RH's pistols down. He grits his teeth angrily lowering them down.*
Riding Hood: "What?!"
Bad Wolf: "I don't think he wants a fight."
E-Race: "You're friend is right, I've come to warn you both. A source of mine is saying that a team called the 'Convicted 5' are after you, they want blood. Mainly Riding Hood's."
*RH snorts and rolls his eyes under his visor*
Riding Hood: "Tell them to get in line."
E-Race: "These guys are serious though. All psycho's and sociopaths. It would be wise if you just surrendered and came to A.N.G.E.L. to face punishment and avoid them."
*BW looks down at RH meeting his gaze, silently agreeing to surrender, RH cocks his head gripping his pistols*
Riding Hood: "Seriously?! No. We've handled worse. Sorry hero, why not just try and take us in yourself?"
E-Race: "That's what worries me. All heroes have been told not to engage with you both if seen, just to report back about the location."
Bad Wolf: "Which is what you have already done."
Riding Hood: "And are now saying this to stall us."
*E-Race's eyes widen through his mask at how fast they both caught on. RH aims his pistols at E-Race who phase shifts through the wall he's pressed against and winks leaving them both alone. RH fires his guns at the wall in a rage.*
Riding Hood: "Son of a bi-"
Bad Wolf: "RH, language."
Riding Hood: "I was going to say biscuit, jeez!"
*Bad Wolf sniffs the air raising his head and snarls pouncing at RH, he uses his whole body to shield him as the door suddenly flies off its hinges smashing off BW's shoulder. He turns his head growling and stands helping RH gets to his feet. They both look at the doorless entrance, a white bunny suited figure stands there swinging his sledgehammer around giggling crazily*
Riding Hood: "Can nobody use doors?!"
Photo taken by Wilhelm Hell, scan kindly provided by him for inclusion on this page.
München-Riem
September 1983
D-ABUI (1)
Boeing 707-330C
19317/557
German Cargo
Note: D-ABUI (2) was Boeing 767-330/ER c/n 26988 / 562 flying for Condor from January 1995 to March 2023.
D-ABUI was still seen with Lufthansa Cargo at Riem on 18 July 1979 and then first reported with German Cargo on 6 December 1979.
Information from flickr - thanks to Chris (Heathrow Junkie:
D-ABUI c/n 19317 - Boeing 707-330C was delivered new to Lufthansa in June 1967. The aircraft was leased to subsidiary German Cargo in 1979, and then sold to Transbrasil in 1984 as PT-TCM. Still flying in 2004 with BETA Brazilian Express as PP-BSE, the aircraft was unfortunately written off (right hand main gear leg punctured through the wing on take-off from MAO on 23 October 2004).
Detailed history of this airframe:
www.707jet.com/lufthansa-707-fleet/d-abui-msn19317-ln557/
D-ABUI with Lufthansa at PHL in August 1968 (first colours):
cdn.jetphotos.com/full/2/71432_1179600098.jpg
D-ABUI with Lufthansa at FRA in June 1974 (later colours, no "Cargo" titles):
abpic.co.uk/pictures/view/1394624
D-ABUI with German Cargo at Riem in May 1980:
imgproc.airliners.net/photos/airliners/7/5/0/1286057.jpg
This airframe as PP-TCM with Transbrasil at BSL in June 1986:
imgproc.airliners.net/photos/airliners/7/7/0/1406077.jpg
PT-TCM with AeroBrasil Cargo at GRU in March 1996:
www.flickr.com/photos/pslg05896/31623512191
This airframe as PP-BSE with BETA Cargo at SNN in January 1999:
www.flickr.com/photos/24101413@N03/4386157612
PP-BSE with BETA Cargo in November 2002:
www.flickr.com/photos/150730665@N08/47010567454
The remains of PP-BSE at MAO in April 2005:
imgproc.airliners.net/photos/airliners/3/6/3/0830363.jpg
Scan from Kodachrome slide (on Kodak Photo CD).
"-Perhaps I'll remind him of that night some day, remind him of the power I now hold over him... I, am the Riddler. And I just made the Joker frown." Joker finishes reading, and laughs. "Good one Eddie," he cackles, and, taking a lighter, Gar's lighter, from his pocket, he sets the green book alight, leaving nothing but the broken lock-
unsurprisingly shaped like a question mark, behind.
"You would not *believe* the amount of trophies I had to find to get this! Ha! Credit where credit is due, at least he's consistent."
The figure stirs. "Whatabout Lyyyyyyynnssssssss?"
"What about him! Such a curious child... and the baby too, haha! Don't you worry about a thing, my petit pois, just you remember this is an *equal* partnership. 50:50, 60:40."
=====The Belfry=====
"Get back inmates! All of you get ba-!"
The guard's words are cut off as a frosty cocoon covers his body, trapping him in a thin sheet of ice. Conscious, but unable to move. His mouth, is the only thing that he can still feel. Freeze holds his hand in his, and snaps it off.
"You have three limbs left. If you value them, you'll answer my questions."
The guard's eyes dart about, pleading with the spectators. Ten is about to step forward, until Needham sticks his arm out.
"Where, is my wife?"
"Your wife? Your *wife*? Do you like her? Do you looooove her? No! No, you don't." A high pitched voice echoes down the halls, and a strange red and black man skips towards them. Manic eyes peak out from behind his golden mask. Just before the guard can talk, the Pirate pushes him to the ground, and he shatters. "Who, wants *your* wife?"
"What is-"
"You don't want to fight. You don't want your wife. You'll put down your gun- all of you will put down your guns. We can all have tea, cake, fun!"
Reardon's hand twitches. He can hear the others struggling, as they lay their weapons onto the floor, and put their hands on their heads. Ten can hear Hayden's rapid breathing. He's salivating.
"You too. This is where you put the gun down." A challenge... Hayden enjoyed a challenge. This orange man is resisting... Impressive, no one resists the Pirate. "You don't want to fight. You want to put the gun down. We can be friends! The best of friends! Just put the gun down."
But Hayden didn't count on something. Philip Reardon is blind. No matter how many funny faces The Pirate made, he wasn't going to put the gun down.
Blam.
Hayden screams, and his hold over the others breaks. "Mr Krill! Mr Krill! They shot me!"
A disheveled looking Polka Dot Man emerges from a portal, a can of beer in his hand. "I told ya, ya shouldn't have gone the scenic route. Lads." He grabs the wounded Pirate, and the two vanish.
=====The Court=====
Deep underground, two swords clash together. One belongs to The Demon's Head- He favours a steel blade, one forged in the fires of an ancient volcano off the course of Nanda Parbat. Six hundred years on and still just as effective. The second belongs to his former student, Miranda Gaige, belonging to the people of Antiquity, the sea faring warriors she's descended from. An iron sword marked with arabic writing, that translates loosely to "Daughter of the Seas." It is the name she took on as a member of the League of Assassins.
Her strikes are less refined, more aggressive. Ra's is on the defensive, he is able to make each parry look remarkably easy. Drury, Norbert, and a legion of their enemies watch on. No one dares speak. "That should be me," Drury thinks to himself. "That should be me." She can't keep it up.
Miranda may be slowing down, but Ra's is as strong as ever. Whatever they've pumped into him, it's made him faster, more agile, and more deadly. But, Miranda's not useless either. She knows she could still win this, and sure enough, after ten minutes of grinding, Ra's holds his finger to his cheek. Blood.
He's open now. Miranda speeds up, swiping at his arms, cutting the tendons apart, next, going for the legs. It's looking like she's winning, that *they're* winning. And then his wounds start to heal.
Miranda stumbles backwards as he switches tactics, swinging his sword towards her like an animal, slashing at her feet. She's on the ground, she has but a split second to move or else- "Yes!" Drury cries. She's up. She's going to win. She's-
And then, Ra's Al Ghul pulls his sword from her chest. She splutters, as blood fills her lungs. Ra's bows his head, and plants his sword in the ground, marking the end of their duel. He won.
"Activate the device."
====Ace Chemicals====
A cold autumn wind hits his faces. The scarred side gets the worst of it, its' exposed muscle shrivells up; its' eye swells. Annoyed, Dent growls.
A mile away, the Penguin and the Black Mask scale the prison walls, battling guards they claim work for the Court of Owls. Owls that, Penguin claims, intend to blow Arkham to hell, with them in it.
Half of him wants to flee, leave Scarecrow to die. The other half, the other half actually wants to help him.
It's true, Crane may be the only one that can "fix" them. It's also true that he's a psychopath, who cares about nothing else but his experiments.
They flip their coin and the good side, the "moral" side lands up. Dammit.
Two-Face puts the coin into their breast pocket, and walks inside, the smell of fumes filling their lungs.
"We're evacuating, Crane. Penguin-"
"-Is no longer our concern. It's been a year since I first endeavoured to perfect my newest formula, and it's still-! It's still not done. Even with the Deacon's flowers, even with all of Ace Chemicals at my disposal, I still can't create a simple virus... Oh, there were days I could whip up a formula in a hour... But, those are long past. Perhaps it was Spider's bullet, perhaps it was Electrocutioner, but I'm... afraid. I'm not the man I was."
=====The Court=====
"It should've been me." Drury grabs Ra's sword, and runs at him. In seconds, Ra's disarms him, and pins him to the ground. Norbert rushes to Cobb, to try and remove him from the device, but tentacles pull him back, dragging him across the concrete. If Cypher could talk, he'd be begging his forgiveness. In two minutes, Cobb would die, and Arkham would join him.
"You should have stayed in your bunker, left the heroics to the Detective, but you just have to cement your legacy, don't you? Criminal, politician, "hero." All means to an end, all attempts to create a linage, to put the name "Drury Walker" in writing. I have known many of your kind, many have challenged me- none have succeeded."
"I'll... I'll..."
"Drury... Don't." Miranda smiles at him, her face bloody, colour draining from her cheeks.
=====Arkham City=====
"They've opened the gates!" What follows is a mad dash, as floods of inmates rush through the doors, through to freedom. Chuck laughs. They did it! Drury did it! And then the rumbling starts. Behind him, there's a noise. Cobb lets out a scream like no other, as hundreds are pulled down into the abyss, swallowed by the ground. "Chuck!"
"Rigger, move it!"
"What about-?" Rigger asked anxiously.
"I'll find them!" Chuck replies, as Rigger salutes him, and joins the others on the other side of the gates. He pulls a lever on his backpack, and a kite springs out, and he soars into the air, below, he sees the city break apart- Elliot Heights, The Iceberg Lounge, Sionis Industries, all gone. He sees people still running to the gates, knowing there's nothing he can do to save them, and knowing they're not going to make it, and he sees Ten and Needham at the base of the Belfry. He can only carry the two of them.
"Freeze wouldn't leave," gasps Ten. "He was in the property lockers last I saw."
====
"Nora..." Freeze places a hand on the container, and smiles. "I found you... I found you, my Sunflower." Beams and rubble fall from the ceiling... They'd be trapped here... killed, unless someone could-
"*Ahem* Let me help you."
His cell broken apart by the earthquake, Julian Day stands a free man, offering Freeze a pale hand.
====
"Tell Professor Strange he may have the Walker brother. And Ubu, I require transport out of here in five minutes."
"Yes, master."
"What about him-?" March asks.
Ra's looks down at Drury, in pity, almost, and relents, allowing Miranda a chance to say goodbye. "Let him mourn."
"I'm... It should've been me"
"It's not your fault. It's not *cough* I want you to promise me... Don't give up. Be good to Cammy and Kitten and Axel, tell Cammy... Tell Cammy his mommy loves him. And tell my father... Ha, well, don't tell he was right... Just look after him. He'll need it. Look after all them"
"Please, don't"
"Don't you dare give up, Drury. Don't ever give up"
Drury winks a teary eyed wink, and kisses her, one last time.
=====
Jonathan Crane lets out a yell. A steel girder has him trapped, the floor itself is cracking apart, and he's been separated from Dent.
"Two-Face! Two-Face!"
He lets out a whimper, as he falls through the ground. He's dead, dead with his formulas still unfinished... Dead, and leaving nothing behind. Every bone in his body breaks as he falls to the ground like a ragdoll, hundreds of meters underground. The fall... The fall should've killed him, but-
"Jonathan Crane. You have the ability to instill great fear."
A yellow ring slides onto his finger. With it, it's as though he can see it- all of it. Fear incarnate. And it's beautiful.
"Welcome to the Sinestro Corps."
=====
"Take them!" Chuck pleads, handing Needham and Ten over to Sionis. "Take them and get them help!"
Li pulls them up. At least, Chuck thinks, they're safe. Kite's running out of power, debris has damaged the motor... He offers his own hand to Roman now, urging him to take it. Hesitant at first, Sionis grabs it, then smirks.
"Help yourself," he grins, before letting Chuck fall.
=====Chinatown=====
Through cracked glass, the TV still blares. Already, hundreds are confirmed dead, with the body count still rising with no signs of stopping. Strange shares a smile with Bolton. The Mayor tried her best, bless her, but there are things that a simple video can't stop... Behind them, the door creaks open. Strange already knows what's about to happen. Bolton marches towards her, baton in hand.
"Madam Mayor this is most-"
Bang. A bullet hits Strange in the stomach, staining his lab coat red.
"Crazy bitc-!"
Bang. Bolton falls down. Dead.
"How does it feel-? Their blood... on your hands" Strange splutters. Grange throws the gun to the ground disgusted. But she knew, that so long as the Court existed, people like Hugo Strange would never face justice.
"It feels like this."
====Gotham City====
Noah Kuttler checks his watch, and stepping out his car, a metal-clad figure emerges.
"Your intel was correct."
Gate tuts. "200 years of history, gone."
Kuttler hands him the suitcase, and grimaces, gazing off into the burning skyline. "Yes, I was rather partial to the Gotham Library myself. It's all there, $50,000,000 as requested. The Society thanks you for your assistance."
The Cody Local heads through the short Himes Canyon along the Bighorn River. No roads here, hike in only. I first discovered this canyon while on a hi-rail trip shortly after hiring on with the BN at Billings as a dispatcher in 1988. Met my wife there. Don't take much for me to go back to visit my in-laws!
A hundred years into the future, Lord Satanus sits upon a twisted metal throne in the ruins of metropolis. His sister rules by his side. The world is fire, pain and blood. The world is theirs. Ten years in the future, Lord Satanus leads a legion of demons through hell; their hissing and screaming and chanting carves a bloody swath through the inferno to behead the Demon lord known as Neron.
Twenty years in the future, Lady Blaze will usurp Lord Satanus’s then-immense power, and leave him for dead, a withered, aching husk. Stripped entirely of his former glory, and cast into the abyssal wastes to fend for himself among the lesser demons.
Today, she is his only hope.
Lord Satanus sits, powerless in his cell. The vibrations on the dampeners boring into his head. He attempts to meditate, to find some kind of inner calm, but fails. A figure sulks towards his glass enclosure.
Blaze: Brotherrrrr . . . I have come.
Satanus: Wicked Sister! You are my salvation! Release me from this bondage, and we shall engulf this prison in flames.
Blaze: Yes, brother. We shall feast, and this pit will become our own!
Blaze conjures a ball of fire and attempts to destroy Satanus’s cell and power dampeners. They refuse to budge, or even char. Somewhere, Niles Caulder smiles.
Blaze: Satan’s breath. Rest easy, brother, I shall free you, yet.
Blaze merges with the barely-tangible shadows of the hallway and floats down the corridors, past all manner of incarcerated, monstrous people. Psycho Pirate sneers as she goes by. Prometheus cowers in the corner of his cell. Other villains, long forgotten by the public, watch with silent eyes as Blaze shifts around the corner.
Christopher Hackett, twenty three, is newly married. His wife Ellen and he expect a baby within the month. Thanks to Blaze, Ellen will be a single mother.
Blaze tears open the shaft of the service elevator at the end of the hall and floats down it, gentle as a leaf despite her armor, gnarled and heavy, and tears the doors open to the basement. She can feel a great surge of power emanating from this room. Her brother has been stripped of this power, she deduces, releasing it will release him.
Ted Manalo is a single father. After tonight, his daughter will go into the custody of his ageing parents. She will learn to grow up far too quickly. Billy Logan is the only sibling left of three, and the only one who cares for the elderly Mrs. Logan. After tonight, she will have no one.
Blaze approaches the box of power. She can smell the fumes of it, feel energy radiating off it. She drinks a little, makes a sound not unlike a purr, then in one swift movement slashes it to ribbon. It explodes in a fireball of sparks, then dies like Christopher, Ted, Billy and Jerald.
Jerald Parker works the nightshift. He’s here filling in for another man. He wasn’t even supposed to be here today. He won’t survive the afternoon. There is no one to mourn him.
On the floors above, An alarm begins to sound. Blaze courses swiftly back to Satanus’s cell, the doors behind her swinging open as she goes.
“Grodd’s Balls, you filthy chain-smoking Layabouts! Get down to detention block S immediately!” shouts Michael Patten to Digger Harkness and Floyd Lawton. He sends a distress signal to Amanda Waller. Waller is in Washington, there’s nothing she can do.
Digger, withdrawing Boomerangs: Another day in paradise eh?
Floyd, still not looking at him: Another day.
Answer: I’m sure it’s not in your vocabulary, but I advise you to be as non-lethal as possible. You both know how the boss likes her toys broken.
Systematically, the doors start swinging open. The guards begin grapping weaponry. Some suit up in light armor, though generally, they know it wont help. They all grab tranquilizers, Emps, sonic rifles and other non-lethal neutralizers. They’ve been through the training, they know the drill.
Dave Rebor, married father of two, will die despite the training.
If the guards had it their way, they would kill their prisoners on-sight in this situation, but that’s not what they’re being paid for. Floyd Lawton is no guard, and Floyd Lawton is not having a good day, mentally. Even before he pulled his mask on, the world was red around him, the walls coated in blood, and a bullet hole placed neatly between the eyes of everyone around him. One freak, smiling toothily, breaks free of his cell and begins to sprint down the hall. Deadshot shoots him through the neck. They’re all dead to him anyways, today, what’s a few more. Captain Boomerang runs ahead, dodging and weaving through the chaos, scoring hits where he can. Deadshot just walks casually, firing through the riot. Wading through the dead.
Prometheus seizes the opportunity and sprints to the monitor room. In a time like this, who’s to stop him from lifting all of Belle Reve’s secrets and making a nice profit off of them.
Ben Smith and Jerry Cawse do not see tomorrow thanks to him.
Prometheus slams open the door to the monitor room, and basks briefly in it’s low, glaring light. Only one man stands in his way.
Answer: Not now, man! Can’t you see there’s a god damn riot on! It’s like the 1960’s all over again and you’re up here, gnashing at me like a wildebeest!
Prometheus, preparing a fight stance: I hope you have your house in order. *He lunges forward.*
Answer, in one swift motion, spins his chair, grasps his cane and ignites a flashbulb within it, blinding Prometheus for a moment. He swings the cane and jabs Prometheus in the stomach, then grabs the back of his helmet and smashes it on the monitor. Prometheus crumples to the floor.
Answer: This is my house, bitch.
Black Orchid, sitting on the far end of the monitor, smiles widely.
Answer: Flower, baby, you should probably get out there and crack some skulls. Maybe bring me back one to gnaw on.
Orchid nods, kisses his forehead, brushes his chin a second, then flies out of the room and into the fray. Randy Miller, John Beckel, and Lance Henry see tomorrow because of her. Another man, Mike Derry, will be saved at the last minute by Bito Wladon, not wanting to seem dishonorable. No one will live or die because of Angelo Bend, sitting patiently in his cell until Wladon comes to speak with him.
Satanus exits his cell, his power grows. He breathes in the screams and carnage.
Satanus: Sister, you have done well. This structure shall soon be ours.
Blaze: Brother, it alrea-
Her sentence is cut short by Orchid’s fist, plowing squarely into her face. Blaze hits the ground hard, and Black Orchid continues to pummel her. Satanus grabs Orchid by the throat, lifts her bodily, and stares.
Satanus: Child. . . I smell . . . The Green on you. *he pulls her closer to his face* Curious.
Black Orchid goes limp, and Satanus tosses her aside bodily.
Satanus: Rise, sister. This is no place to fall.
Blaze smiles, rises, and arm-in-arm, the two begin to stroll casually through the violence.
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She's fine. She's okay. She's fine . . .
2001-2007
peepers died after an accident yesterday. this was the last picture i took of him.
my heart is broken.