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incorrectbatfam · 7 months

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Batfam as made-up facts

Dick: The biggest biohazard in public swimming pools isn't the kid that peed in it, but rather the body oil from all the swimmers accumulating over time. Not only is oil not neutralized by pool chemicals such as chlorine, but it also floats to the surface and is the first thing you make contact with when you jump in the water. This is why a lot of public pools ask people to shower beforehand.

Jason: Making new memories is simply the process of our brains creating and reinforcing new neural connections. Traumatic or impactful events see denser myelination in the hippocampus (brain's memory center) and it's theorized that when we die and our "life flashes before our eyes," there's more activity in those denser regions leading to more vivid images of those moments.

Tim: Klondike's Equation is one of the lesser-known unsolved mysteries in math. It's a branch of calculus that takes Olivar's Laws of four-dimensional derivatives and creates a paradoxal equation by which the right half of it cannot be fully written if the left half is unsolved, but the left half needs values from the right in order to be computed.

Damian: The oldest interactive/roleplaying game dates back to the ancient Sumerians, according to records. It consisted of a theater of clay puppets that the audience would chime in with how they should act. It was often performed at bars or taverns during holidays with stories themed around mythical deities or fables.

Duke: In 1982, Bill Watterson brought to Archie Comics a standalone concept of a child hero and a sentient animal companion. However, he was rejected in favor of the up-and-coming Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles story. After shopping around at companies and getting lots of rejections, Watterson finally found his big break with Andrews McMeel Publishing, cementing his place in comic history with the cult classic Calvin and Hobbes.

Cullen: The smallest readable book ever made is 12 nanometers long by 8 nanometers wide. It was engineered by four particle physics grad students at the University of Vienna and contains the first passage of the Bible across six microscopic pages.

Stephanie: Most aerosol cans use both oxygen and carbon dioxide as the aerosolizing agent, which is why you're told never to spray them near an open flame. However, for food (like whipped cream or spray cheese), nitrogen is used instead. This is to prevent perishable food from oxidizing and for preservation as nitrogen helps maintain a cooler inner temperature.

Cassandra: The most plausible explanation for the legendary chupacabra was proposed by a team of anthropologists in Oaxaca. Essentially, it combines the theories of mass hysteria with the existence of a similar creature that went extinct in early Mesoamerican history. As accounts of this now-extinct creature was passed down, the image of it was slowly distorted. The modern chupacabra legend likely arose in a period of mass hysteria during political and economical insecurity.

Barbara: Traditional computer programs can be broken down into a series of if-then commands by which a condition is given and the program must respond according to the parameters. However, machine learning algorithms use an expanded version of this, known colloquially as if-then-but-because-however. The "if-then" stipulates the parameters, the "but" is for modifiers, the "because" is for generating explanations (usually pulled from a database of other works unfortunately), and the "however" is for exceptions that may rise over the course of running the program.

Harper: Ambidextrous people actually struggle the most when it comes to the drums. Most drum setups and tabs (sheet music) are designed with right-handedness as a default. Left-handed people can simply flip it around it for themselves. However, ambidextrous players have been found to struggle with the asymmetry of the instrument. That's why, among professional rock drummers, only 6% are ambidextrous compared to the 18% of lefties and 76% of righties.

Carrie: Although it feels like our lungs are burning after holding our breath for a while, the sensation actually originates from our inflated diaphragm pressing against our lungs. Since there are more nerve endings around our lungs than our diaphragm, we interpret the feeling higher than where it actually occurs.

Kate: During the war of 1812, a group of nine Canadian men known as the False Damsels donned women's attire to act as spies against the Americans. Of the nine, four of them reportedly continued crossdressing after the war and one of them started going by Margaret a few months later and remained unmarried for 20 years until they moved to Portugal with an unknown courter.

Alfred: In 1757, the British government attempted to train livestock, such as cows and chickens, to spy on domestic threats (such as anti-monarchists). However, this project never took off due to a regional outbreak of avian flu combined with the takeoff of the Industrial Revolution and new inventions that rendered animal labor obsolete.

Selina: Coffees and wines contain a bitter compound called tannins, and the ability to taste them is genetically determined. Capsaicin can be seen analogously. Some people inherit a gene that allows them to detect capsaicin fully, so when they eat a pepper, all they get is the heat and little to no flavor. Conversely, others have a gene where the heat is "muted" and they can better distinguish the flavors between two spicy foods.

Bruce: There is a correlation between one's taste in food and expectation of others. According to a 2019 Harvard study, people who reported preferring more simultaneous flavors in their food were 26% harsher in an activity where they had to grade students' mock essays.

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i-cant-sing · 1 year

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hey i wanted to asks if you could do more of F1 race team owner Hawks please

Sparing some thoughts for Yandere F1 Dads Hawks and Dabi:

Keigo has his own race team, his company makes cars for these races, and Dabi, his husband races for him. Keigo spends a lot of time in his home office late at night, designing new cars that are faster and better equipped for Dabi. Dabi would join him in his office after putting you to sleep, helping Keigo out or just keeping him company sometimes, a cup of coffee for tye blonde and scotch for him. Their conversations often revolved around you, cars and dirty jokes, obviously.

Keigo wearing his designer 3 piece suits and forcing you into wearing team colours/Dabi's merchandise when he takes you to races to support Dabi. You're not super fond of tye tracks, but if it's any consolation, Dabj and Keigo make sure you have those big noise cancelling headphones on (the one they give babies). The only downside is that they still force you to wear the team costume and big headphones even when you're older.

The races are usually held in Monaco, the Richie rich city where there's casinos clubs everywhere. And youd think that your rich dads would leave you at the hotel and go to these casinos to have some fun. But no, since you're too young to go to these places(you're not, they just don't want you to suddenly become a gambling addict or meet the disgusting pervs that these places are full of), so they do more family appropriate activities with you. Like cycling dates, which would've been alright if it they weren't famous, so now everybody on streets is staring at you and taking pictures of you losing your breath and turning red and sweaty because you have low stamina, unlike your dads who are fit sportsman.

Dabi trusts reader 100%. He knows hes raised a good, honest, sweet kid- no, he raised an angel. It's just... everyone else that he distrusts. That's why he spends a lot of time in the garage building trackers that he can have Keigo sew in your clothes, bags, shoes. Keigo isn't completely on board with "tracking" your every move, but then Dabi always paints such a picture about what could possibly happen if someone gets their dirty paws on you and you're never seen again, leaving your dads wondering what kind of hell you're in. So, now Keigo is sewing in the trackers and hiring disguised bodyguards to keep an eye on you during school and whenever you're out in general.

Keigo cooking in the kitchen while Dabi helps you with your homework, having endless patience as he explains the same thing over and over again with the softest voice ever. Of course, Keigo brings in healthy snacks for you two, watching his two favourite people just... being themselves.

While Dabi helps with the academic side of your development, Keigo likes to spark your interests with different hobbies. He plays the piano, so he'll teach you how to play one, or at the very least, an instrument of your choice. And when music class is over, he'll have you help him with cooking, usually baking because you like licking the frosting off the spatula (just like Dabi). Keigo also encourages you to draw futuristic type of cars, and the blonde takes it as a challenge to make all your designs, however unfeasible they may seem, become real.

Thats not to say that Dabi doesn't do fun activities with you. He'll have you join him in the garage and teach you a lot of stuff as he works on his cars and engines- he'll make sure you know how to change your oil and tyres so that you don't need someones measly son (aka Bakugou) to change them for you and then hold it over your head. Dabi would definitely over for you to learn how to drive from him, but until you're old enough, playing car simulation video games with him will do.

When you first started dating Katsuki, whenever you would leave home, Dabi would have serious anger issues that he would take out on his cars as he destroys them with a metal bat or a wrench. But you'd never know that he's angry, because by the time you come home, Dabi is cool and nonchalant.

Keigo, while he pretend he's not bothered by you dating, doesn't cope so well either. He may have a happy, calm exterior, but when he goes to work, he fires like quarter of the company. He takes out his anger on other people, so that when he returns home, he can sigh and pretend he's much better at coping this news than Dabi.

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morrak · 10 months

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Untitled Wednesday Library Series, Part 122

Last week was a doozy, but thanks to the magic of Antibiotics™ we’re nearly back up to speed. I can therefore and finally bring you four subheadings worth of musings about that book I keep mentioning.

Foundations of Mechanical Accuracy, written by Wayne R. Moore and published in-house by the Moore Special Tool Company (named Moore after his father and its founder, respectively, who were, of course, the same person) in 1970. MIT press did a version in ‘71, which connection presumably came from George R. Harrison — then MIT School of Science Dean Emeritus — who had a strong research connection with Moore Tool and wrote the original edition’s introduction.

The How

From [sounds of drumroll] the library. Not mine, you understand, but rather a real one.

If you’re interested in following along, most library systems probably have hookups for similar copies; the company practically handed these things out. You could also just find a free scan online (like this one).

The Text

By the late 19th century, precision in industrial metalworking meant tolerances on the order of thousandths of inches. By the middle of the 20th, tenths of thousandths were common, but special applications (e.g., manufacturing diffraction gratings for lab instruments; standards work in national bureaus) fell in the regime of tens of millionths. In the U.S., Moore Tool was the top of the heap in machine building and a big name in metrology.

Their cash cows were jig borers and jig grinders — you can still find several models of each floating around eBay most days of the week — plus some of the best rotary tables ever made, all of which allowed a ton of custom tooling work that culminated in a design for what they called a Universal Measuring Machine. This book is (approximately) about the construction of those starting from absolute base principles, which Moore says are (1) creating flat surfaces, (2) defining lengths, (3) dividing circles, and (4) measuring roundness.

This is 85% textbook, 10% showing off, and 5% company history. It is very successful at each. This is perhaps unsurprising: Moore Tool was stuffed to bursting with money, connections, and expertise, including at the top. That it could produce a yet-uncontested classic in machining, machine building, and engineering practically without lifting the pen seems obvious in retrospect.

The book is also, and for exactly the same reasons, an intensely political read for exactly 100% of its runtime. The bleeding edge of 1960s American industry was bleeding for (let's say) several reasons, all of which are on some kind of display in these words and photographs. Such a company does not exist except at the confluence of a certain set of circumstances. I think that's important.

The Object

Neither an expense spared nor an opportunity missed. This volume is 53 years old and still shockingly pretty. From the endpapers to the typesetting to the overall size and shape, this is a thoughtful thing.

F. R. Gruger, Jr.'s engineering drawings are a masterclass, and together with William Vandivert's photographs lend the book even more flair and character than it already has. Genuinely some of the most effective illustration I've ever encountered.

The Why, Though?

Like I said, a classic. Everyone I know who knows anything about machine tools says they either started learning here or might as well have. I get that completely, and I'm passing the recommendation on to you, dear reader.

Do you want a whole lobe of your brain rewritten? Do you want to dream of the subtle crunch of cast iron under a carbide hand scraper? Do you find yourself wondering how to best design a room to minimize temperature stratification to within a tenth of a degree from floor to ceiling so as to more accurately grind a spindle taper? If you said yes to all these questions — and I know you did — then boy, have I got the book for you.

Also see Moore's Precision Hole Location (which, ha) and Stefan Gotteswinter's Shop Talk #28, in which he leafs through a German ~counterpart text from Deckel.

#images #untitled wednesday library series

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across-violet-skies · 4 months

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Linked University AU Masterpost!

(this will be updated as the AU progresses)

THE FICS:

–> Beginnings (Links & Malon)

–> Recommendation (Legend & Ravio)

–> Enroll (Wind & Wars)

-> Cookies (Flora, Wild, Sidon & Riju)

THE LINKS:

–> Time, he/him. 38 y/o. Professor of agriculture and animal sciences. He lives on Lon Lon Ranch with his wife, Malon.

–> Warriors, he/him. 31 y/o. Adjunct professor of psychology, teaches a lot of night classes. He lives alone in an apartment, but is often visited by his brother, Wind.

–> Twilight, he/him. 25 y/o. TA and Master's degree student, majoring in education. Previously majored in animal sciences. He lives in an apartment off-campus with his roommate, Ilia.

–> Sky, any pronouns are fine, but he/him preferred. 23 y/o. Bachelor's degree student, majoring in air transportation to become a commercial airline pilot. He lives in the dorms with his roommate, Groose. He's dating Sun.

–> Four, any pronouns. 22 y/o. Bachelor's degree student, majoring in material engineering. She lives in the dorms with their roommate, Shadow.

–> Legend, he/they. 21 y/o. Bachelor's degree student, majoring in social work. They live in an apartment off-campus with his roommate, Ravio. Their cousin Fable also attends the university.

–> Wild, any pronouns. 20 y/o. Bachelor's degree student, majoring in culinary arts. Considering a minor in pastry arts. He lives in suite-style housing (on-campus) with her roommates Flora, Riju, and Sidon.

–> Hyrule, he/they. 18 y/o. Part-time student taking night classes to become an RN, specifically an E.R./trauma nurse. During the day, he works as a receptionist at the local hospital. Their housing situation is unknown, but he claims to be a local to the area.

–> Wind, he/him. 16 y/o. Warriors' younger half brother. After talking to Sky, he's decided he wants to try taking a university class on marine transportation. He lives at home with his mother, but often visits Warriors' apartment.

THE ZELDAS:

–> Lullaby, she/he. 39 y/o. Professor of statistics, but also a few general math courses.

–> Artemis, she/her. 30 y/o. Adjunct professor of physical education and sports studies.

–> Dusk, she/they. 26 y/o. Adjunct professor of classical studies and literature.

–> Sun, she/her. 23 y/o. Bachelor's degree student, majoring in music (with a specific interest in string instruments). She lives in the dorms with her roommate, Karane. She's dating Sky.

–> Fable, she/her. 22 y/o. Bachelor's degree student, majoring in creative writing. She lives in the dorms with her roommate, Hilda. Her cousin Legend also attends the university.

–> Flora, she/her. 21 y/o. Bachelor's degree student, majoring in history and minoring in botany. She lives in suite-style housing (on-campus) with her roommates Riju, Sidon, and Wild.

–> Aurora, she/her. 21 y/o. Bachelor's degree student, majoring in pharmacology. She lives in the dorms with her roommate, Dawn. She's interested in student government.

–> Dot, she/they. 20 y/o. Bachelor's degree student, majoring in computer science. She lives in the dorms in a single room.

–> Dawn, she/her. 19 y/o. Bachelor's degree student, majoring in journalism. She lives in the dorms with her roommate, Aurora.

ADDITIONAL CHARACTERS:

–> Malon, she/her. 37 y/o. Professor of nutrition sciences and pastry arts. She lives on Lon Lon Ranch with her husband, Time.

–> Pipit, he/him. 25 y/o. Master's degree student, majoring in natural resource economics. He lives in the dorms in a single room. He's dating Karane.

–> Karane, she/her. 25 y/o. Master's degree student, majoring in sociology. She lives in the dorms with her roommate, Sun. She's dating Pipit.

–> Ilia, she/her. 25 y/o. Master's degree student, majoring in zoology. She lives in an apartment off-campus with her roommate, Twilight.

–> Groose, he/him. 24 y/o. Bachelor's degree student, majoring in drafting and design. He lives in the dorms with his roommate, Sky.

–> Hilda, she/they. 23 y/o. Bachelor's degree student, majoring in dance and minoring in musical theatre. She lives in the dorms with their roommate, Fable.

–> Shadow, they/them. 22 y/o. Bachelor's degree student, majoring in film production and minoring in fine arts. They live on campus with their roommate, Four.

–> Sidon, he/him. 21 y/o. Bachelor's degree student, double majoring in health and physical education. He lives in suite-style housing (on-campus) with his roommates Flora, Riju, and Wild.

–> Ravio, he/him. 20 y/o. TA and Bachelor's degree student, double majoring in business and finance. He lives in an apartment off-campus with his roommate, Legend.

–> Riju, she/her. 18 y/o. Bachelor's degree student, majoring in criminology. She lives in suite-style housing (on-campus) with her roommates Flora, Sidon, and Wild.

#linked university #linked university au #linked universe #lu time #lu warriors #lu twilight #lu sky #lu four #lu legend #lu wild #lu hyrule #lu wind #lu zelda #lu malon #lu ravio #lu shadow #linked universe fanfic #riv writes

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bratshaws · 6 months

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through the hourglass 304.brb x oc

a/n: IM HAPPY WITH THIS ONE YEAH(comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

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The authorization from Cyclone came through, and Rooster let out a loud sigh of relief.

"Talon Squadron, this is Rooster. We're moving in for a closer inspection. Stay sharp, and be prepared for anything," Rooster commanded, his voice steady.

The Hornets adjusted their course, descending with precision towards the designated coordinates. The figures on the ground became more defined as they approached. The black flight suits, devoid of any insignias or identifiers, mirrored the ominous presence of their previous encounter.

"McAllister, keep an eye on their movements. Nix, make sure our six is clear. We don't know what we're dealing with," Rooster instructed, his eyes flickering between the cockpit instruments and the scene unfolding below.

“Sir?”

“What?”

McAllister gulps, “They are going back to the jets.”

The tense atmosphere inside the cockpit was palpable as Rooster processed McAllister's report. Rooster's instincts kicked in, and he tightened his grip on the control stick."Keep an eye on them, McAllister. If they're getting back to their jets, we need to be ready for anything. Talon Squadron, maintain formation and stay alert. We're not letting our guard down," Rooster transmitted through the squadron's secure channel.

The Hornets maintained their descent, the roar of their engines cutting through the air as they approached the mysterious black-clad figures. The tension in Rooster's cockpit was mirrored in the rest of Talon Squadron. The unknown mission had just taken an unexpected turn, and the pilots were on high alert.

As the Hornets closed in, the details on the ground became clearer. The figures were indeed returning to a row of sleek, black,but old fighter jets that blended seamlessly with the darkness of the night.

Phoenix, keeping a vigilant eye on their rear, reported, "Rooster, our six is clear. No sign of any additional threats from behind."

"Copy that, Nix. Keep scanning, and don't let your guard down.” The Hornets descended to a lower altitude, flying in formation above the mysterious fighter jets.He kept his eyes on them, memories of that mission.

Of almost dying if it wasn’t for Mav, made chills run up his spine. He blinked when the repurposed jets roared into life and he frowns, “...everyone, get ready. I doubt they haven’t noticed us by now, I want everyone focused. Phoenix, keep an eye on our six. McAllister, stay vigilant on their movements. Jake, be ready for anything," Rooster ordered, “Mark, stay close to Payback.”

"Rooster, this is Phoenix. Their jets are firing up, but they're not armed. At least, not visibly," came the report from Phoenix, whose eyes remained fixed on the rearview, scanning for any potential threats.

"Copy that, Phoenix. McAllister, do we have any intel on those jets? Model, capabilities?" Rooster inquired, his eyes darting between the advancing figures and the HUD displaying vital information.

"Uhh,uhhh…” he groans,”They are an older model um…”

"They're F-14 Tomcats." Rooster replied for him instead, eyes widening “...fuck. Alright, Talon Squadron, listen up. We're dealing with F-14 Tomcats, but we can't confirm if they're armed. Stay on high alert. If these are the same people…from back then…well, let’s all be ready."

"Rooster, this is Jake. I've got a bad feeling about this. We should be ready for evasive maneuvers," Jake's voice crackled over the secure channel.

Rooster acknowledged, "Agreed, Jake. Talon Squadron, be prepared for anything. Maintain formation, and let's see what they do."

Mark’s voice appeared “I agree.” he seemed almost too eager to do so “I can go ahead and-”

“No,Mark, don’t do anything stupid.” Because it looked like they're heading straight for them,”Talon Squadron, be prepared for evasive maneuvers. We don't know their intentions, but we're not taking any chances," Rooster ordered, his eyes scanning the HUD for any signs of hostile action.

But he just had a feeling.

And he wanted everyone to be safe.

"Sir?”

“Yes,McAllister?”

“No response on any channels. They're maintaining radio silence," McAllister reported, his eyes fixed on the approaching aircraft.

"...of course not." Rooster exhaled, one of the jets was moving right towards him, “Everyone,move!”

The Hornets scattered in a synchronized dance of evasion as the approaching F-14 Tomcats closed the distance. Rooster's instincts kicked in, and he executed a sharp climb, pulling his Hornet into a vertical loop. The G-forces pressed against him, and he could hear the roar of the engines as he tried to gain altitude and assess the situation.

"Talon Squadron, this is Rooster. Break formation and engage. We're not waiting for them to make the first move. Hangman, Mark, Nix, Payback, let’s give them some action but be careful!," Rooster ordered, his voice commanding over the radio.

The Hornets dispersed, each pilot taking on a Tomcat in a high-stakes game of aerial cat and mouse. The night sky erupted with the afterburners and streaks of tracer rounds as the dogfight unfolded. Rooster twisted and turned, engaged in with his opponent. The F-14 Tomcat on his tail mirrored every move.

"McAllister, we need to lose this guy. Suggestions?" Rooster's voice cut through the chaos in the cockpit.

McAllister's eyes darted between the instruments and the incoming threat. "Sir, try a split-S maneuver, and I'll jam their radar. It might buy us some time."

"Copy that," Rooster replied, pushing the Hornet into a sharp dive. The G-forces intensified, pressing both pilots into their seats. McAllister deftly manipulated the electronic warfare systems, attempting to disrupt the tracking capabilities of the adversary while letting out a strained ‘fuuuck’ because of the g-force.

The Tomcat followed the descent, but as Rooster initiated the split-S, the pursuer struggled to match the abrupt change in direction. The Hornet pulled out of the maneuver, soaring upward while the Tomcat momentarily lost track.

"Good call, McAllister. Let's see if we can get the upper hand," Rooster commended, scanning the airspace for the next move.

Tracer rounds streaked through the darkness, and the roar of engines echoed through the air. No one was down yet, and he hoped that for his team, it kept that way.

The pursuing Tomcat regrouped and locked onto the Hornet once again. McAllister grimaced, "Sir, they're persistent. I'll try a chaff and flare deployment to throw off their targeting."

"Go for it," Rooster commanded. The Hornet deployed a cloud of chaff and flares, creating a dazzling display of countermeasures. The pursuing Tomcat hesitated for a moment, its radar confused by the sudden interference.

"Sir, I think we've got them disoriented. Let's take this opportunity to turn the tables," McAllister suggested.

Rooster nodded, his eyes narrowing as he initiated a high-speed turn. The Hornet sliced through the night sky, making use of its agility to outmaneuver the Tomcat. The element of surprise was on their side, and Rooster seized the moment to gain the offensive.

"McAllister, get ready to lock on. We're taking the fight to them," Rooster declared,clenching his hands tight.

As the Hornets engaged in their individual battles, the communication channel buzzed with updates. Phoenix reported, "I've got one Tomcat on my tail. Evading, but they're persistent."

"Stay sharp, Phoenix. We're working on our end," Rooster assured, keeping tabs on the overall situation while locked in his own intense struggle.

McAllister manipulated the targeting systems, aligning the Hornet's weapons with the Tomcat. The HUD displayed a solid lock, and Rooster squeezed the trigger. Missiles streaked toward the adversary, forcing them into evasive maneuvers. The night sky erupted with explosions as the air-to-air missiles found their mark.

"Hit! But they are still up sir!"

The Tomcat, though damaged, continued to desperately try to shake off the pursuing Hornets. Rooster and McAllister pressed their advantage, tailing the wounded adversary.

"McAllister, keep the pressure on. Let's force them into a mistake," Rooster directed, his eyes fixed on the evasive maneuvers of the damaged Tomcat. “Like putting something out of it’s misery.”

McAllister adjusted the Hornet's throttle, maintaining the pursuit. The Tomcat pilot, realizing the dire situation, executed a series of erratic barrel rolls and sudden dives. "Sir, they're slippery, but I've got a lock. Ready to fire when you give the word," McAllister reported, the tension evident in his voice.

"Wait for the right moment, McAllister. We don't want to waste our shots. Let's see if they make a mistake," Rooster advised, his eyes narrowing as he anticipated the enemy pilot's next move.

As the damaged Tomcat continued its acrobatic maneuvers, Rooster noticed a subtle hesitation in its pattern. A split-second miscalculation that opened a window of opportunity.

He should’ve gone to the left.

"Now, McAllister! Fire!" Rooster commanded.

McAllister unleashed a volley of missiles, streaking through the night with deadly intent. The damaged Tomcat, already strained by the earlier hit, couldn't evade the new onslaught. The explosions engulfed the aircraft, and it spiraled uncontrollably toward the darkness below.

"Target down!" McAllister confirmed,tossing his hand up in triumph.

Rooster exhaled, momentarily relieved, but the battle was far from over. The communication channel buzzed with updates from the other Hornets, each pilot locked in their individual duels. Phoenix was still engaged, Hangman reported a close call, and Payback was working to outmaneuver a particularly agile adversary.

"Rooster, this is Payback. I've got another one on my six. Need assistance," came the urgent plea over the radio.

"Copy, Payback. McAllister, let's break off and support him. We’re losing no one tonight." Rooster ordered, banking the Hornet in the direction of his friend’s distress call.

The night sky became a canvas of chaos as the Hornets regrouped to tackle the new threat. Payback skillfully evaded the persistent Tomcat, but the enemy pilot was relentless.

"Rooster, this one's good. Real good," he reported, the strain evident in his voice.

"Payback, hang in there. We're on our way," Rooster reassured, his eyes scanning the radar for the unfolding battle.

As they closed in on Payback's position, the silhouette of his struggling Hornet came into view. Followed by a skilled Tomcat pilot. Rooster clenched his jaw, determination etched across his face.

"McAllister, lock onto the bogey. We need to relieve the pressure on Payback," Rooster commanded, his hand gesturing towards the radar screen.

"Locked and loaded, sir. Ready when you are," McAllister replied, his focus unwavering.

The Hornet sliced through the air, closing the distance to Payback's engaged aircraft. Rooster's eyes darted between the glowing screens of the cockpit, analyzing the situation. The Tomcat pilot, aware of the incoming threat, executed a series of defensive maneuvers, attempting to shake off Rooster and McAllister.

"Stay sharp, McAllister. We're dealing with a skilled opponent here. Let's not make any mistakes," Rooster advised, the urgency in his voice matching the intensity of the dogfight. “Come on you fucker, stop moving so much.”

The pilot twisted and turned with exceptional agility. Payback skillfully evaded their attacks, but the Tomcat pilot seemed to anticipate every move.

"Rooster, this guy is one hell of a pilot. I can't shake him off!" Payback's voice crackled over the radio.

Rooster gritted his teeth. "Hang in there, Payback. We're almost there."

The Tomcat pilot suddenly adjusted their course, making it difficult for the Hornets to lock onto a clear shot. The air became a labyrinth of twists and turns, each pilot trying to outmaneuver the other.

"McAllister, we need to coordinate our attacks. On my mark, unleash everything you've got," Rooster instructed, his eyes narrowing as he calculated the optimal moment to strike.

The Hornets closed in, the tension escalating with every passing second. Rooster's hand hovered over the trigger, waiting for the perfect opportunity. Suddenly, the adversary executed a daring barrel roll, throwing off their pursuers momentarily.

"Now, McAllister! Fire!" Rooster commanded.

Missiles streaked through the night, converging on the elusive Tomcat. The adversary, caught off guard by the synchronized assault, struggled to evade the onslaught. Explosions illuminated the darkness as the missiles found their mark, damaging the enemy aircraft.

"Good hit, but he's still flying!" McAllister exclaimed, frustration evident in his voice. “Damn those guys are hard!”

"Keep on him, McAllister. Let's wear him down. Payback, keep evading—we've got this," Rooster encouraged, his eyes locked onto the damaged adversary.

“You sure?”

“Yeah!Go!”

The dogfight intensified, the Hornets relentlessly pursuing the Tomcat through a series of high-speed twists and turns and descents. The Tomcat pilot, managed to evade several close calls, sometimes flying too close to the ground, enough for it to be dangerous for everyone else.

"Sir, he's making it difficult. I can't get a clear shot," McAllister reported, frustration creeping into his tone,voice shaking a bit.

Rooster chewed his lower lip then he frowned…Beatrice’s voice coming from the back of her mind.

Oh you know, with the kids is all organized chaos!

Organized chaos.

His eyes widened in realization as an idea struck, “...thanks babe. I’ll have to say it to you when I’m able.”Organized chaos. The chaos of the dogfight was real, but perhaps they could find a way to introduce a bit of order into the madness. He glanced at McAllister, the corners of his eyes crinkling through the visor as he smirked "McAllister, let's try something different. We're going to create some organized chaos of our own!”

"What?"

"We're going to use the terrain to our advantage. Get ready for some low-level flying," Rooster explained, banking the Hornet towards the rugged landscape below.

“WHAT??” McAllister’s surprised shriek from behind him was loud but the younger pilot just got himself ready, whispering little prayers as he held himself against the aircraft “I-I t-trust you,sir!”

Rooster smirked, his eyes glinting as he moved. The Hornet roared over the rugged terrain, skimming just above the treetops and following the contours of the landscape. McAllister gritted his teeth,almost feeling the rush of wind against his face as the aircraft weaved through the natural obstacles even if they were safe from the outside.

The Tomcat, caught off guard by the sudden change in tactics, struggled to keep up. The Hornets, now using the terrain to their advantage, gained the upper hand. Rooster and McAllister skillfully maneuvered through every little thing that appeared to be an obstacle.

Fuck,Mav would be proud.

The moonlight cast eerie shadows on the rugged terrain below as the Hornet and Tomcat engaged in a high-stakes pursuit. Rooster's mind raced, calculating every move, anticipating the Tomcat's reactions.

He was nervous, the guy was starting to hiccup now and again.The organized chaos they created disrupted the traditional dogfighting patterns, putting the adversary on the defensive. They tried to hit Rooster and McAllister’s jet but Rooster quickly avoided it,making it hit a rock wall instead.

The low-level pursuit continued, with Rooster and McAllister skillfully navigating through the rugged terrain, using the landscape to their advantage. The Tomcat, struggling to keep up, found itself in a defensive position.

Stuttering.

Good.

"Keep it tight, McAllister! We're almost done with him! Rooster barked ,not being able to hold back his laughter as the Tomcat, despite its powerful engines, struggled to match the agility and adaptability of the Hornets in this unpredictable terrain.

It was an old jet, it wouldn’t be the same.

"Sir, this is insane!" McAllister shouted, his words barely audible over the roar of the engines and the wind.

Rooster grinned, the thrill of the chase lighting up his eyes behind the visor. "Welcome to the danger zone, McAllister!"

He could almost hear Maverick's voice echoing in his head, a mentor in absentia. Hell, he could hear his uncle’s laughter.

The Tomcat pilot, realizing the disadvantage in the low-level environment, attempted to gain altitude for a different approach. However, Rooster anticipated the move, banking sharply and staying just above the treetops. The Tomcat struggled to follow, its larger frame unable to match the agility of the Hornets in such confined spaces.

"McAllister, on my mark, we're going vertical. Brace yourself!" Rooster announced, preparing for a drastic change in tactics.

“Ooooohhh!! Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiittt-!!”

The Hornet shot upward, leaving the rugged terrain behind and climbing into the open sky. The Tomcat, caught off guard, tried to match the ascent, but Rooster executed a series of barrel rolls and loops, disorienting the adversary.

"Keep it steady, sir!" McAllister yelled, his hands gripping the control stick tightly.

Rooster's eyes scanned the sky as he maneuvered, anticipating the Tomcat's moves. He paused for a second, gasping for air…he was upside down above the Tomcat…he couldn’t see him. He blinked, it was an automatic reaction that gave them a huge advantage.

Just like Mav did.

"McAllister, target locked! Get ready to unleash it!" Rooster's voice boomed,his accent coming in thick with adrenaline pumping through his veins.

The Hornet dove back toward the Tomcat, accelerating at breakneck speed. The targeting system beeped as Rooster aligned the crosshairs on the enemy aircraft. "Fox three! Fire!" Rooster commanded, and the Hornet released an AIM-54 Phoenix missile. The sleek projectile streaked towards the Tomcat, leaving a luminous trail in its wake. The Tomcat pilot, realizing the imminent threat, executed evasive maneuvers, but the missile was relentless.

The explosion illuminated the dark sky as the Tomcat was hit immediately and both pilots had to squint because of the light. The shockwave from the explosion reverberated through the sky, sending ripples of turbulence through the air. Rooster and McAllister watched as the remnants of the Tomcat scattered across the night, like really messed up snowflakes.

"Damn.”Rooster whistles low, “...that was kinda pretty.”

The echoes of the explosion gradually faded, leaving behind an eerie silence in the vast expanse of the night sky. "Damn fine shot, sir," McAllister said, his voice still shaky. He wiped sweat from his forehead with the back of his gloved hand as he lifted his visor, his eyes wide with the intensity of the recent dogfight.

Rooster grinned, the corners of his mouth visible even through the visor of his helmet. "We both did a good job." he pauses, “We should check on the others but seeing there was only one guy left–”

“We won,sir?”

“Fuck yeah we won.”

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The Sound Between Notes

Fandom: TF2

Characters: Medic, Engineer

CW: Needles, injection (I swear to god it's not bad but still there's a warning for it--)

Summary: Engie, sleep deprived and exhausted as can be, hears the gentle sound of a violin playing through the base. Curiosity gets the better of him and he investigates.

Word Count: 2.6K

A/N: The idea of this oneshot has been haunting me for months and I finally had the motivation to write it. Fingers crossed that I'll still have the motivation to write the next chapter of my fic soon. I really wanna get back to that... Oh, I also crossposted this onto Ao3 last night. If you'd like to read it there instead (or ya know swing by and read my other stuff), that'd be really nice of you. Anywho, enough rambling, here's the silly oneshot.

The Engineer would say he was pretty used to the madness of his teammates. I mean, he'd already been here a couple of months now, so surely he must have adjusted to it. Anywhere from Sniper and his collection of piss jars to Pyro just...being himself, it was obvious that none of them were exactly 'normal'.

But, what he didn't expect to hear was the sound of music echoing through the halls.

He had been tinkering around with his designs for the dispenser, trying to finalize it and get a good grip on building it, when he heard it. At first, he thought it was just his mind playing tricks. It was quite late and the effects of getting little-to-no sleep over the course of several days was getting to him. Who would've thunk that was not the smartest idea?

But, as time passed, it became clear that it wasn't just in his head. He could hear it. It was traveling through the vents. While it was just barely audible, he could still vividly hear the notes. Someone was playing music. Not just any old music either. It wasn't Demo playing a little tune on the piano or Scout playing his Tom Jones record.

Rather, Engie could make out the very distinct sound of it. The shrill, yet elegant melody it produced. There was no doubt in his mind: that was a violin.

Naturally, he was curious. What could compel somebody to get up at whatever time it is right now and play such...admittedly beautiful music. Even if Engie was more of a countryman, preferring his guitars, banjos, and fiddles, it'd be a lie to say he didn't appreciate the grandeur of other instruments. So, he caved in. He placed down his wrench and walked out of the door.

Now in the halls, he just wandered around. There was no way that this went unnoticed by the others. Perhaps they were asleep or were simply not bothered enough to investigate. Either way, it was somewhat eerie. The empty labyrinth of the base before him, with only the sounds of his footsteps and breathing to duet the violin. He followed the sound, guided towards it like a moth to a flame. He had to see who was making it now. As he did however, it became more and more appropriate just who exactly this mystery musician was.

The music was getting louder as he went further in. He turned the corner, peeping down another hallway. This time he was met with a pair of doors, with a dull neon red sign displaying the words 'INFIRMARY' positioned above. The frosted glass made it impossible to see through clearly, but he could see a dim light from the inside.

There was no doubt in Engie's mind that this is where the source of it was. He chuckled lightly, smiling to himself. Of course. It should've been his first thought to assume it was Medic.

Yet, he didn't want to go back to the shop. He came out all this way just to see what this was about. He couldn't just not go in. He carefully walked towards the door, hesitating for a moment. He listened to the notes, now being able to hear them much clearer. The somber, yet hauntingly peaceful melody that came forth from it. But, despite this, he knocked, interrupting the piece.

Instantly, the violin stopped. Engie felt his stomach drop a fair bit. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to intrude on the Medic of all people, even if they are partners.

Moments later, he heard rushed footsteps approach the door. It unlocked and opened up, revealing the man himself.

"Mein Gott, can't you people see that I'm–" Medic cut himself off upon seeing Engie. He wasn't wearing his work uniform, but rather his light brown waistcoat and white dress shirt. A bright red tie that was ever so slightly wrinkled was tied around his neck. His eyes, bright and blue as they may be, held a tiredness to them. The oddest thing about him however was how his hands were uncovered. His precious scarlet red gloves were removed, showing his delicate hands.

"Hey, doc." Engie tipped his hard hat. "What are you doing up so late?"

Medic glanced back into his room. "I'll assume that you came because you heard that, no?"

"Nah, just wanted to drop by in the middle of the night and watch you sleep. What else?"

He paused. "...that was a joke, ja?" he asked, genuine confusion in his voice.

"Yeah, just messing with you. I was working when I heard your...violin? It's a violin, correct? So many of these darn stringed instruments."

Medic smiled back. "I was playing my violin, that's correct. I couldn't exactly sleep and neither could the birds. So, I figured why not play a few songs to tire both of us out? They love the music and I get some peace of mind."

"They ain't the only ones who're fans of your violin either," Engie said. "Honestly, I thought I was in some orchestra with you playing. Even through the vents, it sounds just amazing." He looked up at his partner. "You don't mind if I stay and listen for a minute, do ya?"

Medic's eyes perked up. "No, not at all!" He grabbed Engineer by the hand, practically pulling him inside. The nice thing about Medic is that you can always tell when he's happy about something. It was cute and endearing, making him almost forget how he was staring at a deranged lunatic.

"Thanks, doc." Engie grabbed a chair and sat down. "I didn't know you played music."

"I haven't quite found an excuse to break out my violin yet," he answered, fidgeting with the tuning pegs. "Neither with my piano or accordion."

"Accordion?" He echoed. "How the hell you managed to learn that?"

"Tradition. My mother insisted I learn these instruments as soon as I could. I was a prodigy that outclassed several adults by the age of six."

"Gee, aren't you special?"

Medic gave a playful smirk in return. "I've been on and off since then. I prefer the classics as opposed to ragtime and blues, as many would prefer. I know you'll like those better as well. I simply don't care."

"Pff, no?" Engie snickered. "I've just never quite got a chance with classical music. Sounds...different. Should be obvious though, considerin' how it's...ya know."

"You don't have to explain yourself, mein Partner," he said. "It's already flattering to have you sit and enjoy my music, despite me being rusty."

"You call that rusty? That was great, doc! Of course I'd have to swing by after hearing that."

Medic's smile shifted into a smug grin. "Well then..." he muttered, clearly enjoying the admiration and praise.

"What song were you just playing then?" Engineer asked, trying to steer things back on the right track.

"Oh, this?" He brushed his bow across the strings, hastily playing a couple of notes. "Just some Paganini."

"...who?" he asked. "Never heard of him."

Medic scoffed. "I'm not surprised." He slowed down, readjusting himself. He rested the violin on his shoulder and arm, going back to playing a slow tune. "Niccolò Paganini was an Italian musician. He's written quite a number of works, most of which are impossible."

"How can a piece be 'impossible' though?"

"He had exceptionally large fingers that allowed him to–rather absurdly in my opinion–play three octaves over four strings in a single draw of the bow."

The Engineer's expression must have been confused as Medic quickly chuckled. "It means that he wrote music that only he could play." He rocked on his feet. "Quite an impressive artist as well. Though, he's known mostly for his deal with the devil."

Engie leaned back in the chair. "So, he made some deal with the devil? What for? Already had big hands, what more could a guy want?"

Medic's expression shifted. "What do you mean by that?" he asked, genuine confusion in his voice. He shook his head and continued before the Engineer could answer. "I wouldn't know the validity of the claim. I recall once asking a demon about it when I was sacrificing some poor sod. They just brushed it off. Quite rude, don't you think?"

"Weren't you talking to an actual demon?" Engie inquired. "Be surprisin' if they were actually...well, concerned about your question."

"Mh, good point. Still, if a man has a question, it should be answered. Nutzloser Dämon..." he cursed. "But, that is his tale. A man who played with such skill and talent that others believed him to have dealt with the devil."

"Can see why you like him then," he said.

"Hm? Oh, well, yes. I do suppose there's an aspect of that to him I can relate to. Although, I'm unsure if he was a mercenary." He laughed. "But, I still do find his pieces to be quite beautiful. This was one of his more energetic pieces: a revision of Liszt's 'La Campanella'."

Medic took a small inhale and drew his bow. In an instant, his fingers darted across the instrument. Engie looked in awe as he graciously played the instrument. In his left hand, the bow glided on the strings, quickly making sharp, yet dainty notes. In his right, it supported the violin, with his fingers pressing down on the right strings to form the correct chords.

It was beyond words, most because Engie's sleep-deprived brain couldn't quite fathom making any up to describe it. The melody was just about hypnotic, despite the intense speed. He could listen to it forever. Just a heavenly melody, a blessing upon his ears that've heard nothing but gunfire and screaming for weeks. He closed his eyes for what was only supposed to be a moment, but found the darkness comforting. He kicked his legs up on the table and folded his arms in. He let out a deep exhale before finally allowing sleep to take him away.

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At last, he was finished with the piece. Five or however many minutes of just nonstop playing a very challenging song. But, he survived.

He bowed. "Thank you, my hard hatted friend. Deine Anwesenheit war sehr notwendig."

To his surprise, no response. A disappointing considering how much effort he put into that. Did the Engineer just not find it that entertaining?

He looked at his partner, awaiting some sort of feedback. Anything from him clapping or even a simple remark. Yet, nothing. It wasn't until Medic looked a little closer that he saw what was happening. Engie's breathing was deeper and more relaxed. He was...snoring.

"Ah, you've fallen asleep," he said, walking over to inspect him. "Well, at least my music did something, even if it was to lull you to sleep."

He quietly watched him, contemplating things a bit. For one, even if he looked comfortable, a chair is certainly not a place to sleep. Maybe it was how he came to his 'concert' of sorts, but Medic didn't want to leave him asleep on a chair. How he was set up, with his legs kicked up on the table, didn't exactly look the most comfortable.

...fine. Maybe Medic could do something.

His first instinct was to sedate him. Then again, his immediate thought upon seeing anybody asleep is to sedate them so that they're–for lack of a better term–easier to work with. For one, he could pick up Engie and not have to worry about waking him up. It would also ensure that he'd have a nap longer than half an hour. If anything, shooting him with god-knows-what would be a favor.

He walked over to one of his trays, picking up a bottle. It was hard to see in the dark, but he was sure that it was one of his anmestics. Well, it could also be lethal poison, but let's not think about that. It probably is the correct vial. He took a possibly clean syringe and plunged it in, taking a healthy dose of the toxin.

"Now then..." he muttered turning back to the Engineer. "This will help you, mein Partner," he said, giving Engie a little pat on his hard hat before sticking the needle straight into his neck.

No reaction from the Engineer as he did so. Not even a slight change in breathing. Still breathing. That's a good sign. Means he's not dead. Being dead is bad, correct?

Medic hovered around the Engineer in silence, waiting a minute or two just to see if he was fine. After deeming that, yes, he didn't seem to be dying, he smiled. "Alright, now what?"

Truth be told, he didn't think this far. Usually when he sedates a person who's asleep, it's to then experiment and steal their organs. He couldn't quite do that with Engie, mostly because he was out of organs and...quite frankly didn't feel like rearranging his small intestine for the hell of it.

But, he couldn't just leave Engie on a chair. That's uncomfortable. Medic had slept in quite a number of them in his life. He was familiar with the back pain that would come in the morning.

Then, he realized something. The most obvious solution: carry him to a bed.

Medic smacked himself in the head. "Of course! Why had I not thought of that already?" he laughed to himself. He wedged his hands under the Engineer. One to support his back, the other to carry his legs.

"Eins, zwei, drei!" On three, he scooped him up. An easier feat than he thought, seeing as Engie was only around two hundred pounds. His body was warm and almost...comfortable to hold.

"Alright, now..." He was about to head to the door, ready to carry him across the entire base and back to the workshop before stopping himself. He had a bed right in this infirmary. A week ago, he cleared out an old storage room and remade it into a bedroom.

It was close and Medic knew it was cozy in there. A king-size bed with heavy blankets and a heavenly soft mattress. However, it was his bed. He didn't want to give it up, at least not without seriously considering it. Medic valued comfort. He liked his bed.

But...maybe just this once, Engie could sleep in it.

He swallowed his pride and walked towards the room. He bumped into the door, opening it up. He approached the bed and plopped the Engineer right down on it. He then pulled the blankets over him, tucking him in.

"I swear to god if you even so much as tell a single soul about this..." he whispered. "Just this one time, ja? And only because you fell asleep to my violin."

No response. Engie was peacefully snoring away without a care in the world. Medic couldn't help but feel a smile stretch across his face. He knelt to Engie's level and caressed his face. He then patted him lightly. "Gute Nacht, Herr Engineer."

He stood back up and walked to the door. Taking one last looked before closing the door. He was still somewhat confused, mostly by his own feelings and emotions. He was partners with this man, yes, but he never...cared about another human being this much.

It was definitely odd. But, that was a thought for another night. He's tired, and now he'll have to sleep on one of the operating tables. A small price to pay for Engie to get a decent sleep. Just this once though.

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Halbrand’s theme - Bear McCreary

Hey ppl, as somebody who’s always had special attachment to soundtracks, I’ve been doing, though a lay person, some cute lil research into the themes of the individual characters of Rings of power, which are SO INGENIOUSLY and SENSITIVELY composed by Bear McCreary. These are some of my notes, supposing of course that you are interested. It’s quite lengthy.

I’ve been, for obvious reasons, especially interested in Halbrand’s theme. First of all, its development throughout the soundtrack copies the development of the character most wonderfully, and I encourage you to pay attention to it.

- From a humble beginning, just a medieval-like, simple instrumentation, almost sad, melancholy, appearing subtly and sometimes paired with other themes like Galadriel’s and Numenor’s (”Halbrand”, “Sundering sea”, “On the raft”, “the Successor”, “Both our bloodlines”),

- across the bright tones when he leaves Numenor already dressed in armor (”Sailing into the dawn”),

- to the steady knightly version when he saves Elendil (”Cavalry”),

- all the way to the most majestic and heroic reprise as he leaves the Sounthlanders, injured, and rides to the elves (”the Veil of smoke” / “A Leaf burns”),

- down to the almost uneasy, distorted, sort of “creepy” version in the last episode (”Power over flesh”)

What I have noticed next is that the second part of Galadriel’s theme is actually quite similar to the beginning of Halbrand’s. I’ve attempted (in an amateur way) to put this into notation. This is Hal’s theme in Gal’s key and then Gal’s theme alone. Hal’s three bars are almost identical to Gal’s last three bars (save the last note).

Subsequently, when hearing Sauron’s theme, I’ve noticed similarities in the distances between individual tones in it and Hal’s theme, and it seems that my hypothesis was somewhat correct. In this notation, I’ve put together Hal’s theme (notes with their stem facing upwards) with Sauron’s theme (stems downwards) in Hal’s key. The steps are identical, but mirrored (as if on the surface of water).

I don’t presume I’ve uncovered some scheme of McCreary’s, but I’d like to think that there was some design behind these “coincidences”, in which case - even more bravo to him, though it’s perfect regardless. So thankful for this soundtrack. I’m currently hyper-fixating on the show, its cast and soundtrack, Hal/Sauron etc., so this over-analyzing is a part of it.

I hope this might be interesting to someone, but even if it isn’t, I’ve had a great time digging into it and I’ve had some of these sudden-realization moments when your jaw drops and brain starts whirling and shining like a revved up engine. I hope you’re enjoying the show as well.

Byeeee, love ya

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Sandford Fleming, an engineer and inventor responsible for a variety of innovations was born on 7th January 1827.

Another on of those relatively unknown Scots, but he has been honoured with a Google Doodle Sandfords best known invention was time!

Okay he never invented time, but he did give us the present system of time zones, which is still being followed all around the globe.

Fleming was born in Kirkcaldy and emigrated to Canada in 1845 at the age of 17. He first worked as a surveyor and later became a railway engineer for the Canadian Pacific Railway. He founded the Royal Canadian Institute in Toronto in 1849. While originally an organisation for engineers, surveyors, and architects, it would evolve into an institution for the advancement of science in general.

Sir Sandford Fleming advocated the adoption of a standard time or mean time, as well as hourly variations from that according to established time zones. Fleming’s system, still in use today, established Greenwich, England (at 0 degrees longitude) as the standard time, and divides the world into 24 time zones, each a fixed time from the mean time. Fleming was inspired to create the standard time system after he missed the train in Ireland due to confusion over the time of departure.

Fleming first recommended the standard to the Royal Canadian Institute in 1879, and he was instrumental in convening the 1884 International Prime Meridian Conference in Washington, at which the system of international standard time — still in use today — was adopted. Fleming was behind the adoption of the present time meridians in both Canada and the U.S.

Before Fleming’s time revolution, time of day was a local matter, and most cities and towns used some form of local solar time, maintained by some well-known clock (for example, on a church steeple or in a jewellers window).

Of course with most Scottish inventors and innovators Fleming was no “one trick pony” A few his other achievements were; He designed the first Canadian postage stamp, breaking with tradition, he suggested that it feature an animal, rather than a monarch. He chose the beaver: an animal that played a pivotal role in the development of Canada. The three-penny stamp issued in 1851 had a beaver on it (the national animal of Canada).Designed an early in-line skate in 1850. Sandford also surveyed for the first railroad route across Canada and was the head engineer for most of the Intercolonial Railway and the Canadian Pacific Railway.

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a sci-fi snippet...

These were the things Sebastian had on file for Ensign Charles Leclerc—at a mere twenty years of age, he was something of a prodigy. Of course, all the children who were recommended to sit for the Academy exams were heralded as hometown heroes, but Leclerc was the real deal as far as Sebastian could tell. Fast-tracked through the Sauber advanced engineering program to an unprecedented appointment on the Scuderia Ferrari, Leclerc had been instrumental in tracking down a bug in a mainframe update that had led to an unexpected downtime last quarter. Sebastian had even given a public commendation in front of the rest of the crew—Leclerc had seemed quiet, almost shy, then.

In the psychological assessment section of Leclerc’s personnel file there was a note about his father’s death and a personal connection to a pilot in the ill-fated Suzuka mission a few years back. Charles has overcome remarkable adversity, the evaluation concluded, and will be an invaluable member of the fleet, a true team player.

Sebastian had always known those psych profiles were bullshit.

“You can’t turn off EN-20, or won’t?” he asked.

Leclerc swallowed roughly, pale except for the blotchy patches of red high on his cheeks. “We made him the way that he is—we cannot just abandon him!”

“He—” Sebastian swore. “EN-20 has gone rogue. If anything this is further proof why it needs to be decommissioned.”

“Only because he doesn’t understand! For years he has protected this ship from threats, it’s been his only duty.”

“So he thinks the Aegis is a threat?”

“Yes,” Leclerc answered without hesitation. “When they are trying to take him offline.”

Sebastian looked back at the navigation screen. The Scuderia Ferrari would be within firing range of the Aegis flagship in a little less than ninety minutes.

“Please, Sebastian,” Leclerc said. The quiet hope on his face made him look young—soft.

“I am your Captain,” Sebastian reminded him.

Leclerc’s mouth twisted, eyes flashing. “Then throw me into the brig.”

Sebastian swore again, even more colorfully this time. Kimi would have been proud. That was the problem with prodigies, the real ones. They always had the ego to go with it, in the end.

“We have an hour to try and fix this,” he told Leclerc.

Leclerc’s shoulders sagged in relief as he slumped back down into his seat. He startled, eyes widening when Sebastian took the workstation next to him. “We?”

Sebastian grinned at Leclerc’s bewildered expression. “You know, I started out on the Engineering track before switching to Command.”

“But that was thirteen years ago,” Leclerc said, frowning. He flushed when he noticed Sebastian’s raised eyebrow.

“I helped design Enzo’s prototype then, but I am guessing you knew that, too,” Sebastian said. Leclerc’s blush deepened.

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However, due to its low tolerance to extreme heat and its tendency to crack during welding, aluminum is not typically used for additive manufacturing of rocket engine parts—until now.

Meet NASA's latest development under the Reactive Additive Manufacturing for the Fourth Industrial Revolution, or RAMFIRE, project. RAMFIRE focuses on advancing lightweight, additively-manufactured aluminum rocket nozzles. The nozzles are designed with small internal channels that keep the nozzle cool enough to prevent melting.

With conventional manufacturing methods, a nozzle may require as many as thousand individually joined parts. The RAMFIRE nozzle is built as a single piece, requiring far fewer bonds and significantly reduced manufacturing time.

NASA and Elementum 3D first developed the novel aluminum variant known as A6061-RAM2 to build the nozzle and modify the powder used with laser powder directed energy deposition (LP-DED) technology. Another commercial partner, RPM Innovations (RPMI) in Rapid City, South Dakota, used the newly invented aluminum and specialized powder to build the RAMFIRE nozzles using their LP-DED process.

"Industry partnerships with specialty manufacturing vendors aid in advancing the supply base and help make additive manufacturing more accessible for NASA missions and the broader commercial and aerospace industry," Paul Gradl, RAMFIRE principal investigator at NASA Marshall, said.

NASA's moon to Mars objectives require the capability to send more cargo to deep space destinations. The novel alloy could play an instrumental role in this by enabling the manufacturing of lightweight rocket components capable of withstanding high structural loads.

"Mass is critical for NASA's future deep space missions," said John Vickers, principal technologist for STMD advanced manufacturing. "Projects like this mature additive manufacturing along with advanced materials, and will help evolve new propulsion systems, in-space manufacturing, and infrastructure needed for NASA's ambitious missions to the moon, Mars, and beyond."

Earlier this summer at Marshall's East Test Area, two RAMFIRE nozzles completed multiple hot-fire tests using liquid oxygen and liquid hydrogen, as well as liquid oxygen and liquid methane fuel configurations. With pressure chambers in excess of 825 pounds per square inch (psi)—more than anticipated testing pressures—the nozzles successfully accumulated 22 starts and 579 seconds, or nearly 10 minutes, of run time. This event demonstrates the nozzles can operate in the most demanding deep-space environments.

"This test series marks a significant milestone for the nozzle," Gradl said. "After putting the nozzle through the paces of a demanding hot-fire test series, we've demonstrated the nozzle can survive the thermal, structural, and pressure loads for a lunar lander scale engine."

In addition to successfully building and testing the rocket engine nozzles, the RAMFIRE project has used the RAMFIRE aluminum material and additive manufacturing process to construct other advanced large components for demonstration purposes. These include a 36-inch diameter aerospike nozzle with complex integral coolant channels and a vacuum-jacketed tank for cryogenic fluid applications.

NASA and industry partners are working to share the data and process with commercial stakeholders and academia. Various aerospace companies are evaluating the novel alloy and the LP-DED additive manufacturing process and looking for ways it can be used to make components for satellites and other applications.

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YGO OC Week Day 3: Deck

Penelope uses Crystrons, a WATER Machine Synchro deck that focuses on synchro summoning during the opponent's turn. In addition to the standard methods of quick synchroing, the maindeck tuner monsters have the ability to make a machine synchro during the opponent's turn using themselves and one other material in another zone. Quan can use a non-tuner from hand; Citree can use a non-tuner from the graveyard, banishing both; and Rion can use a non-tuner that's banished, shuffling back both.

Her ace monsters are a joint effort between Phoenix and Quariongandrax; the latter would be the one she'd pick if she had to choose. The massive mechs emphasize both of the advanced forms of synchro (accel synchro and multiple tuning, respectively), forcing her to push her advancements even further beyond.

Penelope finds a particular bond between herself and Citree; the monster is a critical part of her strategy, but is also great for dragging someone out of their depths or failure and making them into something better. She sees a bit of herself in it, and thus it's one of her favorite cards.

While she worked with her father to build the deck, she's stuck with it because it matches her personality: adaptable and ready to respond to whatever the situation may be. No one option is perfect for every scenario, but the flexibility and understanding of the opponent makes her a formidable foe. It also allows her to try all sorts of creative plays, many of which the opponent won't see coming.

Of course, no duelist worth their salt would lack a series of summoning chants and voice lines, so here's some of Penelope's (this is designed to be read like a DL "all voice lines" video, with some cards cut due to lack of interesting lines):

"Crystron Quan's effect! I can Synchro Summon a Machine during your turn using it and a monster in my hand!"

"Crystron Citree's effect! I can Synchro Summon a Machine during your turn using it and a monster in my graveyard! Scrap Synchro!"

"Crystron Rion's effect! I can Synchro Summon a Machine during your turn using it and my banished monster! Dimensional Synchro!"

"Become the instrument that reforges my monsters for battle! Synchro Summon! I craft the level 3 Synchro Tuner monster, Martial Metal Marcher!"

"Martial Metal Marcher's effect! When it's summoned, I get back a tuner from my graveyard, but its effects are negated."

"Show off the integration that will form the future! Synchro Summon! I create the level 4 Synchro Tuner, Crystron Quandax!"

"Quandax's effect! I can synchro summon during your turn using monsters I control!"

"When Quandax is destroyed, I can summon back a non-synchro Crystron from my graveyard."

"Crystals combine to craft a defense against your assault! Synchro Summon! Appear, level 5! Crystron Ametrix!"

"Ametrix's effect! If it's synchro summoned, all of your special summoned monsters are switched to defense position! Gemstone Guard!"

"When Ametrix is destroyed, I can summon back a non-synchro Crystron from my graveyard."

"Metal forms a carapace to protect me from your attacks! Synchro Summon! Appear, level 6! Powered Inzektron!"

"Inzektron's effect! It can't be destroyed this turn, and I take no more damage!"

"Combine your forces to forge the engine that topples dynasties! Synchro Summon! Appear, level 7! Samurai Destroyer!"

"When your card effect makes Samurai Destroyer leave the field, it can bring back a machine from the graveyard!"

"Samurai Destroyer returns itself!"

"Machinations combine to form the apex dreadnaught! Synchro Summon! Come out with a splash! Level 9, Navy Dragon Mech!"

"Navy Dragon Mech's effect! If it's summoned, I negate a card you control for every tuner in my graveyard! Short circuit 'em!"

"The fire of my passion burns bright enough to stop you! Synchro Summon! Appear in a blaze of crimson to shatter my enemy's hopes! Level 9! Vermillion Dragon Mech!"

"Vermillion Dragon Mech's effect! By banishing a tuner, I can destroy a card on the field!"

"The contributions of many combine to form the greatest advancements of all! Synchro Summon! Channel the souls of the machines to lead me to victory! Level 9, Crystron Quariongandrax!"

"Quariongandrax's effect! For each material used for its summon, I can target a monster from your field or graveyard, then banish them all!"

"When Quariongandrax is destroyed, I can summon any banished monster back to my field."

"The technologies of the present combine to form the advancements of the future! Accel Synchro! Forge yourself from the bleeding edge in a crimson flash! Level 9, Crystron Phoenix!"

"Phoenix's effect! If it's synchro summoned, I banish all spells and traps from your field and graveyard!"

"When Phoenix is destroyed, I can summon back another monster from my graveyard."

"My tactics have led me to completely outsmart you! I activate the trap card, Linear Equation Cannon!"

"The conditions are just right, so I can shuffle your cards into your deck!"

@ygoc-week

#ygo #ygo oc week #penelope #yugioh oc week 23 #crystron #I left out the non-tuner maindeck monsters and the backrow because there's no flair to them #It'd literally just be reading out their effects #At least the tuners have slight flavor interpretations by shortening the “summon then synchro” part #my ocs

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