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Star Trek: Genesis (Chapter 7)
Planet HB22147-C, Gaza Strip
- 1545 hours -
Stunned Reavers lay piled on top of each other in a massive arrangement around the mosque. Those that hadn't been stunned by phasers were now stunned with fear and kept their distance, with most of them wandering off looking for easier prey or fleeing in fear of their lives. A handful squatted amongst their fallen comrades, apparently in mourning, until Starfleet officers stunned them as well, just in case they decided to seek revenge.
Finally, only the children remained. The medical teams beamed down behind the mosque where they wouldn't spook anyone and setup a triage center using the children's own tents. Doctor McCoy counted twenty five altogether, out of a group that originally contained forty to fifty. He moved through them like a mechanic on a factory floor, mentally cataloguing injuries to send his priority list back to the ship. Once the translators zeroed in on th
Star Trek: Genesis (Chapter 5)
Planet HB22147-C, Gaza Strip
- 1445 hours -
If the culture on this planet was as similar to Real Earth as Sulu thought it was, this building must have been an old mosque at one point. The signs were too badly distorted for the tricorder to translate them all, but he'd been to enough old Mosques - and asked enough questions - to recognize them as old Jihadist propaganda slogans, something to the effect of "Death to the Infidels" or "God Destroy the Zionists" and so on and so forth. Another two hundred years of cultural evolution would have sharpened that unfocussed militarism into the Al Rafah fighting style, even now the most potent incarnation of Earth martial arts; this Earth, however, had been frozen in time before social evolution could transform the political tantrum of Jihadism into the more constructive philosophies that had become so indispensable to Starfleet trainees.
In that way, Sulu realized
Star Trek: Genesis (Chapter 4)
Planet HB22147-C, Gaza Strip
- 1120 hours -
The ground teams had setup transport sites in a convenient locale near the Rafah crossing, within short walking distance of most of the search teams and strategically close to Alpha Team's landing site. Since then the camp had mushroomed into a shanty town of collapsible aluminum huts that made up the field lab complex, the scientific mecca for the away team to pool all of their findings and samples for analysis and decontamination before shipping them back to Enterprise for more detailed study.
For an all-volunteer team, Spock found their industriousness quite gratifying. Over the last three or four days he had actually started to grow disheartened from the slow progress of his own search, but stepping into the anthropology lab/hut for the first time he was struck with the impression that someone had given the ground teams the false impression that they were collecting a
Star Trek: Genesis (Chapter 3)
Planet HB22147-C, Gaza City
- 2258 hours -
"Surprisingly logical deduction," Spock muttered to himself as he closed the communicator. It was already after nightfall, a stifling darkness in which no creature dared venture into the ruins without benefit of a tricorder and an orbiting starship to support. The only lights visible were the faint pinpricks of tricorder screens and hand lamps moving through the canyons of crumbling buildings and ancient streets, the perfect lure to attract the more daring predators, or the perfect deterrent for the more timid ones. Presently, Spock's position on the hilltop overlooking old Rafah gave his tricorder an almost un-restricted angle on the ruins, and it only took a few seconds to chart a path through the ancient refugee camp that would take him through some likely points of interest.
A few paces in front of him, Doctor McCoy glanced over his shoulder, "What's surpri
Star Trek: Genesis (Chapter 2)
Planet HB22147-C, Standard Orbit
USS Enterprise (NCC-1701)
- 0758 hours -
Holographic displays and scrolling graphics on the transparent monitor constituted complete information overload to anyone in the room who didn't have a lucid, computer-like intellect. Such little difference it made, though, since those not technically savvy enough to understand the displays were not required to understand it anyway. Everyone knew this was a scientific briefing, so the unofficial protocols of a Federation starship prompted a seating arrangement to reflect this reality: the Starfleet planetology team - all of them rookies and all but two of them actually graduate students - dominated most of the first row, while the cartography and astrophysics sections dominated the remainder of this and the second row. The entire left flank of the room consisted of a cluster of communications officers with Lieutenant Uhura a
Game On (Eren Jaeger x Reader x Levi) (Chap. 1)(Based on the manga, DICE)
Eren Jaeger. One of the smallest and weakest kid in class, despite his large ego. He was rather an anti-social boy, always alone busy on his own while others were busy with their friends. He couldn't care less about being popular, but oh for so long he wondered how's it like to be loved by everyone. He was a curious boy.
He snapped out of his thoughts and looked up to see a certain red-scarfed girl with (Y/H/C), a sweet smile plastered on her face, he blushed. Her smile. It made his day just then. She was slight shorter than him, she's one of the smartest students in school and everyone seems to love her. Every now and then he would hear a couple of hellos from people from younger or even older class. Of course they would say hello and befriend her, she's beautiful and him? he's trash compared to such beauty.
"Jeez, you spaced out a lot today. What's up?" (Y/N) nudged him on the side of his arm. He rubbed it softly and mumbled under his breath,
11thDoctorxDepressed!Reader: Galactic Butterflies Triggers: Self-harm, Depression, Suicidal intention.
All day you had been silently biding your farewell to the little things that had made your life what it was. The bitter old lady who lived next door and her salt-pepper grouchy cat. To your parents, who had grinned at you and wished you a good day at school. And then to the cracks on the asphalt of the street, the wild fiery poppies at the side of the road, every clock at school you had stared at as you counted the seconds until you could leave.
Even the bullies, the backstabbers, the friends you didn't really like...
Today was the day you took your own life.
The demons had won, gnawing at your aching bones.
And so you'd had stayed awake that night, in your fresh sheets and warm pajamas. But neither this or your mom's tender eyes as she lowered your lights and bid you goodnight could change your mind. She'd be better without you. Without this ever growing void stretching your chest
SnowconesThe Doctor and River are having snowcones on the beach...
They were eating snowcones, strolling along the beach.
They'd decided to go completely tourist this time. River had talked him into buying all new clothes. The Doctor was strolling along wearing a brilliant Hawaiian shirt, fuscia, magenta, and purple, and elegant white slacks, all topped off with a lime green bow tie.
River was wearing a halter top tied at her midriff and a pair of white cuffed shorts.
She was making little hummy noises of satisfaction as she nibbled at her snowcone, it was gold and orange and red to match her top. Her hair bobbed in the light wind. His eyes smiled at her.
"What kind did you get?" he asked, as he slurped on his own snowcone.
She looked up, distracted from her gastronomic delight. "Pineapple and tangerine. Want a bite?" Her eyes flirted at him as she lifted her snowcone to him. She tapped it teasingly to his lips and he sucked off a little bite of the ice. It was sweet and tart and tangy,
Stargaze [Male!Belarus x Reader]Rain fell like tiny silver teardrops from the tired sky. Somewhere behind a bank of dark clouds lay the tonight’s full moon, too weak to cast shadow on the wet ground below. The wind was calm yet so cold, a perfect rainy night at the country of Belarus. Windows were moistening and people could barely hear the water drops falling from the sky. Plants were closing their leaves and animals were finding shelter; all of them trying to avoid the slight rain of tonight. People were preparing themselves to sleep, others were just awake, all of them listening carefully to the teardrops from the sky.
For five years, she had awaited this rainy night for so long with a breathless anticipation just like when she was at her first day of classes. The moon looked so perfectly up in the skies, it was unusual gazing at the full moon in this way. She was now smirking; smirking in satisfaction, finally the day had come again. Slowly, she ran her fingers through the moist window of his friend’s
TMNT: Eliminate Ch.2
"How much longer do we have to wait? I feel like kicking Kraang droids or breakin' Shredder's head." Raph was becoming more and more impatient.
"Raph. It's okey. They are probably doing whatever they can right now." April tried to calm Raph down. Just then an 'Aaaaah!' sceam was head coming from outside the store and on top of the roof of near by building.
"That's Donnie!" Raph yelled.
The turtles and the humans then got out of the shop.
"I think I heard it coming from up there." said Casey.
"You sure?" April asked. Another 'Aaah!' sound was heard, but this time it was coming from Leo.
"It's coming from that roof. Lets go!" Raph commanded.
"How much longer 'till the aircraft arrives Donnie?" Leo asked.
"In about 2 minutes and 4 seconds." Donnie answered back.
"Good. Keep on fighting 'till then." Leo said.
"I hope the others are okey. They are probably worrying about us in that store." Donnie mentioned. Donnie was fighting 4 ninjas at the same time. Thanks to his advanced n
Yandere!Izaya X Reader-My Dear Human
‘Why does she care so much about him? Why must they be so close she can't realize he's just a monster, not a human? She's always favored him, ever since high school. Shizuo this, Shizuo that. I'll admit, it pisses me off. She's always clung to him while if I go near her she pushes me away like I'm some diseased insect. Such an interesting human but so confusing. Doesn't she love me? Like I do her? I'd do anything for her and she stays away from me. I'd kill for her, is she that oblivious?’
A male with short black hair sits on his desk chair, facing his computer. His reddish-brown eyes scan the screen, video recordings playing over and over from different locations. All with one female singled out. Her (h/l) (h/c) hair lays down messily and her (e/c) eyes sparkle, even on screen. She wears her typical outfit, a white (sleeve length) sleeved shirt with (color) (pants/shorts/skirt) and (color) (type of shoes). She looks younger but in actuality is 24. Her boobs aren
TMNT: Eliminate Ch.1
"How are we gonna stop them?!!" asked April while running with the turtles, Casey and Splinter from a giant Kraang droid.
"We first have to escape. From them." said Donatello to April a bit tired from the running.
"Follow me." said Leonardo to the others showing them a broken store, which appears to make a good hiding spot. The boys and April hide in it. The Kraang droid comes in two seconds later, but doesn't see any of the turtles or the others and continues on, thinking the turtles could be on another street.
"There's too many of them out there." said Casey.
"Actually there are just about 231 65-feet-tall Kraang droids on the streets right now." corrected Donnie in his usual way of speech.
"Donnie. Not helping." Leo told Donatello.
"Well excuse me, guys. BUT THIS IS HOW I DEAL WITH STRESS!!!" Donnie yelled.
"Shhhhhh." everyone 'shhh'ed Donnie.
"We'll stop them. But first we need to figure out a way to get out of here without being seen by our enemies." Leo purposed.
"We can't use th
Stay-Jeff The Killer X Reader-Ch. 12
Jeff The Killer X Reader
Author’s Note:I. AM. SO. SORRY. THIS. TOOK. SO. LONG. I don’t mean it you guys!! I’ve been too busy!! ;-; But here’s chapter 12 finally! By the way I looked at my other chapters and, being honest here, I’m SUPER amazed so many people like this! To be honest, this story wasn’t meant to go this far cause it literally was made for fun. That’s why I get so happy with how many of you like this. c’: It gets my feels you guys. <3 Anyways, but this story has a while to go!! That’s why I’m going to try to challenge myself. By posting a chapter everyday until it’s done!! Sound good, yeah? c: this only has one more plot after this one but I’m not ruining the total dramatic part that’s gonna happen XD So enjoy this new chappy!! c:
Jeff, BEN, Masky, Hoodie, E.J.: 18
(F/n), Sam: 17
Slender: Who knows ;-;
The day had come in which (F/n) and Sam were leaving the fores
SW Origins: The Room of a Thousand FountainsStar Wars Origins
The Room of a Thousand Fountains
Jedi Youngling Ahsoka Tano
5 years old
The sun had barely risen as the class of Younglings walked silently through the halls of the Jedi Temple. Normally, a few would chatter or behave a little unruly, but Jedi Grand Master Yoda was escorting them. He was going to teach them another lesson about the Force. They were a young class, most of which only slightly taller than the ancient Jedi, but they already had a fairly strong knowledge of which Jedi Masters they needed to behave in front of. There was no Jedi authority above Yoda. While kind, patient, and nurturing, no one wanted to get under Yoda's disciplinary radar. It was he who would eventually decide when they were ready to split into smaller classes for training after all. If there was anything every single Jedi Youngling wanted, it was to become a Jedi Padawan Learner as quickly as possible.
Though early, many Jedi were already awake and heading for various parts of the Temple. I
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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