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I was randomly logged out of facebook today and saw this new login page. I think this is much much cleaner than their older ones It also feels more intuitively task oriented than before. the large empty margin on the bottom was a bit odd, and the buttons didn't render themed in camino, but all in all this is really nice in my opinion.
Borj el Baroud was an isolated fortress which served as a store for gunpowder probably situated somewhere between Bab Marrakech and Sidi Mogdoul. There are no traces left of it today caused by the new settlements and the construction of Boulevard Mohammed V.
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\\ Accessed: Commander Redwing’s Files //
// LOG 63.1: Rho Cortack IV - Pre Mission Check \\
This mission felt different, it felt weird.
Usually before a mission I felt antsy, excited, hyperactivity usually would creep it’s way into my body. But this was different, my armor felt heavier, denser, but no more protective. It felt like a burden. But I had no reason to feel this way, the hard plastoid would save me on multiple occasions every mission, whether from blades, blaster bolts or the elements.
I shrugged the feeling off, thinking it was a product of the new gear. The boys were getting dressed up, everyone grabbing their own gear and organizing their own divisions. My command had expanded for this mission, promoted directly up 3 ranks, I had well over 10 times more men to keep my eye on. To take some responsibility off my shoulders I had designated roles to my closest brothers, Pharaoh and Titan, assigning them to create two divisions.
Looking out across the hangar I could see that my predictions were correct. Titan polished and wiped down a brand new modified Z6 rotaty cannon surely starting a heavy division. While Pharaoh as promised was taking after myself by donning a jetpack and tossing fuel canisters to some ARFs. He then picked up his new ARF helmet, inscribed with the symbol of his first assignment, for old times sake he said.
The symbol brought my attention back to my lap. Where my chest plate lay face up. I was inscribing and painting my previous master’s symbol, a Shyyyo bird.
Coming from a half spiritual, half warrior species, Master Kailon was labeled “Shyyyo” by the females of his village. Choosing the massive bird because of it’s massive migrations. But was labeled smaller birds like convor and nuna by the males who saw him as weak for exploring instead of training. When he joined the Jedi he embraced the massive Shyyyo bird as his symbol, painting it on his shoulder armor in purple paint, made from jogan fruit he often bought. A reminder of his family, good and bad.
The bird was painted in red on my chestplate to honor his memory. An ancient mandalorian code labelled red as the color of respect and honor for a past mentor or leader. It was perfect.
Donning my new chestplate, helmet and fancy DC-17s in my belt holsters I stood to stretch. Too feel the new armor out. Hearing stomping feet and the common sound of soldiers snapping to attention, I turned # to see a hangar full of soldiers, engineers, pilots, brothers.
A truly breathtaking sight to behold, such a large audience at your command. Poised to hear your next word. Ready for any order. These men were bred for war, and I was going to show the exactly that.
// LOG 63.5: Rho Cortack IV: Enemy Contact \\
After dropping sub atmosphere, we glided through dense clouds, leaving the previous blaster fire of the space skirmish, we had safely made it planet side.
Emerging from the dense clouds I could see my Battalion spread out in dozens of gunships, all diving down to the surface. Then suddenly multiple exploded into black fireballs of smoke. Increasing their speed towards the surface. Multiple gunships plummeted below. Scorching the rock in black ash and craters.
Every ship was a dozen or more men, I felt a twinge of a sharp pain every impact and the heavy feeling returned. Clouding my thoughts, I winced at the doubts and the visions of mass injury and lifeless bodies.
// LOG 63.5: Rho Cortack IV - Surface Contact \\
At least half the LAATs had made it to the surface intact, landing on the front, we joined the rest of the 253rd in stone trenches, jumping in and double checking casualties and weapons.
I jumped into a trench with some of Vornsk Company, they were trailing there own commander and general who had led one of the first pushes. They advised to sty low, and there advice was backed by the volley of continuous red beams above our helmets. We were stuck.
I asked over comms for Sergeant Sparrow, curious what was left of his squad or him. He responded quickly.
“Our gunship took slight damage sir, we were forced to make an early landing. We are on the ridge two clicks south west of the main force sir, what do you advise?”
Glancing behind us, my thermal vision located the burning ship, as well as various bodies. “Do you have sight lines on anything in front of us?” A sharp flash of light temporarily blinded the thermal sensors. Sparrow’s squad had their rifles out and were aimed on our position.
“Yes sir. We can see you and the enemies front line.”
“What do you see?”
“Droids sir, so many droids. They have turret emplacements that seem to be holding down the majority of our forces.”
“Manned turrets?”
“Yes sir.”
“Blast them on my command, we’re breaching that line.”
“We’ll be ready sir.”
I contacted a sergeant of Vornsk Company, informing them of the plan. We would surprise the droids by taking out their turrets and rushing their trenches.
I slowly reached behind my helmet, peering over the edge of the trench and quickly tapped the plastoid covering twice.
“THWACK—THWACK—THWACK”
Before I could finish the second tap, blue beams darted across the battlefield as the red beams slowed.
Raising my vibrojato above my head I yelled
“FOR THE REPUBLIC!!!”
As I stepped above the edge of the trench and charged forward, troopers rose all around me in synch and charged as one. Returning my call.
“For Tal’Akaata!! For the Republic!!”
// LOG 63.12: Rho Cortack IV - New Separatist Toy \\
We had been pacing through the separatist’s corridors and mining facilities for what felt like a rotation or more. I had joined the heavy troops for the time being, accompanying Titan and the majority of Blood Battalion. Joined by 2 troopers from the recon division to scout ahead.
In that moment, one of them yelled back towards us. Sergeant Spectre and an ARF trooper he brought with him had been up ahead for a little while now, searching the expansive system of caverns for more droids or as they called trandoshans, ‘wets.’
“Sir! We have a few wets up here, you are clear to enter the cavern.”
Titan’s grimace could be felt from underneath his helmet. I nodded in agreement “We are on our way, but next time please call em organics or lizards.” They had learned this new lingo from squad leader Weeper and his new commando team. It seemed to catch on in the recon division at least, probably promoted by Pharaoh to get under Titan’s skin.
“Yes sir. 2 or 3 organics in here commander. Be careful of the heavy machinery.”
Reaching the last set of blast doors, they whirred open and revealed a massive open corridor perched on the side of the ravine. Covered in mechanics and cylindrical storage pods, the cavern seemed void of movement or life, besides the faint glow of the local fauna. Blasted fungi, covering bits of everything, the stuff smelled as bad as bantha poodoo.
The boys and I crept our way into the large interior, scoping mechanics and scanning every corner and crevice of the large hangar like room.
“CLACK, CLCK—SHHKK”
A large switch slammed downward and the room’s lights flickered out. Leaving only a faint light emitting from each cluster of fungi.
“Agh—unghh, ahkk!”
A struggle could be heard faintly in the distance. The sound of a clone smacking metal rang throughout the cavern, the rattling echoed throughout the ravine.
“Activate thermal vision boys.” I commanded as whirring mechanisms replaced the sounds of struggle.
Through my visor the body of a clone could be seen slumped against the cavern’s wall. Limp and heat quickly fading from the clone’s body. Turning blue and fading into the darkness around him. As that clone faded, another clone seemed to levitate into the air. Squirming and beating something in front of him with his fist while holding his throat with the other. He rose slowly as if being force choked. Without any thermal readings around the trooper there was no other explanation.
As the heat began to fade from the second clone, a small thermal reading slowly revealed itself. A small sensor, like that on a B2 battle droid, it became the only thing visual on our sensors.
“Thermals off, turn your flashlights on!”
The whirring subsided and beams of light canvassed the hall in white light. Before us stood a towering guardian, as if sculpted out of metal and cortosis. The massive figure rose higher in front of us, focusing it’s single red sensor on myself.
A droid. Taller, stronger... stranger than we had ever seen before. Clad in strange armor from head to toe, boasting massive arms and a second smaller set. It was enough to make a clone run and hide, but not the Blood Battalion.
Titan pulled a DC-17s from one of my holsters and fired a single shot down the corridor. Lighting the corridor’s walls in a red hue, the laser struck the droids central sensor. But instead of scorching the metal or melting through the hard exterior, the bolt simply diffused on contact, disappearing as soon as it had been fired.
He placed the pistol back in my utility belt and a gulp was audible under that plastoid shell and toughened facade. He pulled his rotary cannon from his back and planted his feet readying himself. Then letting the barrel rotate faster and faster before raining hell on this hellish opponent.
If I can't connect for my morning meeting, might as well go take some pics
Overcup Creek at Jordan Lake, North Carolina
Wednesday just met Sabrina's magical Kitty Cat :)
PS: sorry for not being around that much, but beside that 'pro' thing, it's quite hard, to login actually...
RhB Ge4/4'' 611 "Landquart" in livrea 'login' transita nei pressi di Domat-Ems in testa al RE1240 (Scuol-Tarasp - Disentis/Mustér) il 30 dicembre 2013.
RhB Ge4/4'' 611 "Landquart" in 'login' livery, leaves Domat-Ems working the RE1240 (Scuol-Tarasp - Disentis/Mustér). December 30th, 2013.
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Inner dialogue: *slight panic* Oh god, I did dress him before I logged off, right? I can't remember. And where's he landing? Did I select 'home' or 'last location'.... and where WAS that last location...
And what if I put in a map location to log into...
Coachpark 6 at Ascot lsat week and Jones of Login CJ16CEJ a Volvo B11R / Plaxton Panther C53FT. Photo taken 16/06/16
Cosplay is a good time!
This time I tried to make the cosplay of Aoba Seragaki, he's the protagonist of the DRAMAtical Murder series, but I have made his female version and I use this outfit for the yearbook photo.
Jones of Login Bedford YMT/Duple Dominant HBX 972X at Carmarthen Bus Station (Slide By Steve Powell)
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I love models and everything to do with the glamour industry. I am seriously into photography. I love to dance and I am currently learning to sing. I am crazy in love with my American Pitt Bull Terrier "Layla" and I love spending time with her playing freesbee with her and my loving fiance Django. I love fast cars preferrably American Muscle. My favorite would be a Trans Am. Long live Cassondra
Music I love all types of music, but my favorite is Classic Rock including the Grateful Dead, Bob Dylan, Doors, Def Lepard, AC/DC, Primus, Nine Inch Nail all kinds of artists. I love dancing to hip-hop, but I really don't have any favorites.
Movies I love chic flicks and cartoons. I've never really been a fan of horror flicks. My favs include Notebook, Ratatouille, Sweet Home Alabama, Youve Got Mail...you get where this is going.
Television I love reality shows. I was on the Coyote Ugly Reality Show but I hated it. My favorites shows include Pussycat dolls, ANTM, Ghost Hunters, Dirty Jobs, Rock of Love, Make me a Supermodel....well all of them except American Idol...hate that shit!!
Books I dont read anything but war books and Cosmopolitian magazine. Oh yea and the Bible of course.
Heroes All of our American Military men and women especially those close to me....Andrew Goldman, Jason Edmondson, Chris Willis, and my sweet uncle Kurt. Love and appreciate you guys. If you have a friend or relative serving I send me their name and I will post it here to show my appreciation.
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Here for: Networking, Friends
Orientation: Straight
Hometown: Alabama
Body type: Slim / Slender
Ethnicity: White / Caucasian
Zodiac Sign: Libra
Smoke / Drink: No / No
Education: College graduate
Occupation: Model
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Wadley, AL
Graduated: 2002
Student status: Alumni
Degree: Associate's Degree
Major: Computer Science
2000 to 2002
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About me:
Its hard to describe myself because I am constantly changing. So to start, above all else, I am a bad ass bartender. I bartend at OPERA Nightclub here in Atlanta, Geogia. Its the biggest and hottest club in Atlanta. I also bartend at the Irish Bred Carrollton where I can fulfill my bar dancing passion to AC/DC, Buckcherry (Crazy biotch!), and Def Lepard. I love serving up cocktails with a little sassy shake some come by either place and check me out!!
Second, I am a model and one of the hottest female entrepreneurs on this planet. In modeling, I specialize in glamour, fitness, and promotional modeling. I always have something going on somewhere. I'm partnering up with NOPI as a NOPI CHIC for 2008. I love doing charity work so keep updated on my events and help us out. As an entrepreneur, I own half of a calendar production company with JM Polsfuss that is responsible for the hottest calendar coming out in 2009 Construction Cuties. Watch for it!! I also just teamed up with get this...yes...The Rob Sims....which we will have my website launched by the end of Spring to help heat up the summer for you. Also watch for all the magazine covers, layouts, spreads, etc. coming soon...I told you guys I'll be taking over the WORLD!! Lastly, I am a regular girl that had a dream and am still forcing it to come true come hell or high water. I'm from a small town, but I'm working hard to fulfill my big city dreams as well as those of other girls who want to be models with MODELICIOUS. So if you want to try modeling, don't listen to people when they tell you that you cant do it, they said I couldn't, and I look at me...so don't listen, contact me and lets see what we can do. I DONT DO ANYTHING FOR FREE....so don't ask. I have a small network of professional models I use and promote because they have become friends. Don't ask for my contacts, because I work hard in promoting and networking myself so why should I just hand over my hard work to you. If you want my network, you pay for my network.
THINGS YOU WOULDN'T GUESS ABOUT ME: No one would ever guess that I used to be in the Army National Guard. I used to be on Active Reserve as the RA for SFC Robert Cornett. I got out in 2005. I also used to wiegh 170 lbs. I gained a huge amount of weight when I quit drinking and smoking. Yea a lot of you thought it would never happen. I quit cold turkey and the turkey went to my ass. I lost 50 lbs. on the Subway diet. I was recently on the Coyote Ugly Reality Show on CMT and hated every minute. I also have a degree in Political Science and Computer Science with a minor in Military Science. Just some cool quirks about me.
TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey
Name: Kelly M Bentley
Birthday: October 7th
Birthplace: Anniston, Alabama
Current Location: Atlanta, Georgia
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Blonde/Brunette..hell I don't know
Height: 5'5" if I'd stand up straight
Right Handed or Left Handed: Right
Your Heritage: Irish/German
&..39;The Shoes You Wore Today:' My beloved flip flops
Your Weakness:
Your Fears: airplanes, elevators, and scurrying vermon
Your Perfect Pizza: cheese/pepperoni without any sauce
Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year: Be at 8% Body Fat by the end of the year
Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger: I dont even know how to set that shit up...
Thoughts First Waking Up: What in the hell are the Backyardigans?
Your Best Physical Feature: My big ghetto booty
Your Bedtime: When ever my mind decides to quit thinking
Your Most Missed Memory: No clue..too much memory lost
Pepsi or Coke: Caffeine free coke
MacDonalds or Burger King: both are some nasty shit...I dont put it in my body!
Single or Group Dates: Cant remember my last date...
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: I don't drink any tea
Chocolate or Vanilla: Just hand over the chocolate and no one gets hurt
Cappuccino or Coffee: Caffeine free Coffee
Do you Smoke: hell no
Do you Swear: I swear I cuss too much
Do you Sing: Did you catch my show? Think I'll stick to the shower.
Do you Shower Daily: more than once
Have you Been in Love: Only twice for sure
Do you want to go to College: Been there done that
Do you want to get Married: Umm....when I'm too old to know better
Do you belive in yourself: more than anyother person besides Roy
Do you get Motion Sickness:
Do you think you are Attractive: No but others tend to disagree
Are you a Health Freak: Absolutely
Do you get along with your Parents: depends on the day of the week
Do you like Thunderstorms: love them
Do you play an Instrument:
In the past month have you Drank Alcohol: don't drink alcohol
In the past month have you Smoked: I quit when I was 20
In the past month have you been on Drugs: hell no drugs are for weak people
In the past month have you gone on a Date: I havent gone on a date in the past few years
In the past month have you gone to a Mall: No..I hate the mall..I'm in need of another personal shopper
In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos: yea right...my trainer would shoot me
In the past month have you eaten Sushi: I don't eat fish
In the past month have you been on Stage: too many times
In the past month have you been Dumped: No
In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping: I wish
In the past month have you Stolen Anything: No but someone stole two of my damned portfolios
Ever been Drunk: Plastered on many occassions
Ever been called a Tease: What girl hasnt
Ever been Beaten up: No but I got launched off some steps one time
Ever Shoplifted: no I only steal hearts
How do you want to Die: at 200mph on the Autobahn
What do you want to be when you Grow Up: I'm doing it but not grown up yet
What country would you most like to Visit: Ireland
In a Boy/Girl..
Favourite Eye Color: Any that don't lie
Favourite Hair Color: any that I can run my fingers through
Short or Long Hair: either
Height: all heights
Weight: weight doesn't matter
Best Clothing Style: clothes dont make the man
Number of Drugs I have taken: Don't do drugs
Number of CDs I own: not too many
Number of Piercings: ears and belly button
Number of Tattoos: 1
Number of things in my Past I Regret: only 1...if you know me you know what it is
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TO ALL MODELS AND PHOTOGRAPHERS: Now that I am partnered up with Robs Sims who is the most published photographer on the planet also owner of FitBeauties and FitModels International Magazines, photographer for Oxygen, MuscleMag, InStyle, American Curves, Maxim, FHM, Mens Health...okay I'm tired already. Too many to list. Google him for the rest...lol. Rob and I will be offering photoshoots to ambitious models with the guarantee to be published. Yes there is a catch. 1)like I said I don't do anything for FREE 2) Neither does he 3) you have to be approved by me first. Sorry ladies...I have to be picky. Feel free to submit to me for shoots with Rob. I will be honest and give you feedback. WE ARE THE ONLY ONES THAT CAN GUARANTEE YOU PUBLICATION IN MAJOR MAGAZINES.
Jones ran numerous Bedford CF minibuses over the years, in an area where often only vehicles of that size could fit down the country lanes to do a school run. The odd man out among all the Dormobile 12-seaters was this Plaxton Mini Supreme, YHO 57V. New to Marchwood Motorways in Southampton, it may well have run in this area when new, as Marchwood still had a base down here until late in 1981. It passed to Jones in 1983, and ran until 1992, when it moved to Emlyn Coaches at Newcastle Emlyn. Following their closure in 1995, it became a mobile caravan in the area, but I have no idea of its later life.
And is that a company car behind it ???
Depot, 18/6/86
I hadn't appreciated the significance of this vehicle until seeing the recent post by wactonbus:
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UNT 140 was a petrol engined Bedord SB and the first vehicle bought by Jones Login. I photographed the coach in 1989 in the yard opposite the depot.