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OkCupid on reddit

2009.11.18 01:20 Yelly OkCupid on reddit

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2010.07.17 02:42 Impudence AskWomen: Questions about women's thoughts, lives, and experiences

AskWomen: A subreddit dedicated to asking women questions about their thoughts, lives, and experiences; providing a place where all women can comfortably and candidly share their responses in a non-judgmental space. As part of our commitment to that mission, the AskWomen subreddit is curated to promote respectful and on-topic discussions, and not serve as a debate subreddit.
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2011.05.03 02:47 dreman Welcome to /r/short!

Welcome to /short, where everyone is fun sized!
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2020.09.21 04:27 Aberts10 Questions about Starlabs

Has anyone here ever ordered from starlabs? What's the overall experience like? So far I'm not sure what to think of them.
Back on July 31st i placed my order for the Starlabs Mk 3 lite which was slated to ship mid-September. I never got a single email since the day of ordering however, and it still isn't listed as shipped in their website, so i contacted support directly in chat.
While asking questions regarding what the "partial" shipping status of the computer meant at the beginning of September, the support agent added on his own that the laptops are slated to complete production at the end of September. However when i asked a few weeks later about if the pre-order ship dates were still accurate, with a completely different agent, i got told that the units are slated to ship late September.
Now, I'm not upset at all with the delays. I'm quite used to it with FOSS devices such as Pine64 products, and they are to be expected with the pandemic. What i am a little bit upset about is that I've not gotten a single email or update since buying the unit in July. Their blog post also hasn't been updated since August 5th, and their twitter equally has gone silent after touting a few new cables and some boxing... Also, Wasn't there units slated for delivery in August? I remember seeing estimated dispatch dates of early and late august when deciding on buying my unit a few days earlier... I've not found a single review or mention of someone receiving the new Starlabs MK3 Lite yet.
I suppose that out of the way, does anyone have any experiences to share about the hardware itself that they received? I've been unable to find reviews online from more than one or two individuals, besides of course Linux news sites that received review units.
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2020.09.21 04:24 PossibleMaleficent43 Why is it so hard for me but he’s just fine???

How come IM the one who’s crying. Who can’t sleep, can’t eat or even watching fucking tv. Almost nothing makes me happy. And I can’t even sleep because I’m so fucking broken. Sometimes the knot in my stomach hurts so bad I can’t even breathe I have to hold my stomach until I can inhale. Is it true that guy’s process brake ups different from women? Is that why it’s like this for me now??? Will he eventually feel like this too? Because he’s just on dating sites looking for girls to hook up while I’m trying not cry when I smell his sent. Or is sit simply because I actually love him and he’s just no longer interested in me?
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2020.09.21 04:22 Timberrythick R10 Ryzen Edition Rolling back BIOS Update

Recently updated my bios to Version 1.0.8 (I'm the type of guy who keeps my system up-to-date except for Windows and Radeon Software) I tried benchmarking thrice using 3DMark and noticed that I lost around 90-100 points from my last benchmark when I was back in BIOS version 1.0.7 knowing that it's risky, can I rollback from version 1.0.8 to version 1.0.6 by downloading it directly on the dell site?
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2020.09.21 04:20 Russel112 ILPT: How to make a verified cashapp account (level 2)

- What do you need to create a Cashapp account? 1. Any FREE VPN. 2. At least 1$. 3. A number from textnow.com - How to do it? 1. First of all download any free VPN from the app store/google play. Connect to any US server. 2. Buy ssn and dob (Social security number and date of birth), the best site to buy is ssndob.org 3. Download Cashapp, if you aren't a US citizen you won't find it in google play, so search "Cashapp.apk" in google and download the app. In app store just change the country to US. 4. Create a new account, use your e-mail or a number from text now. 5. It asks for full name, use the name on the SSN you bought. Same with the ZIP. 6. Now you have to order a cash card. Tap order, you don't have to customize it. 7. In the mailing address you have to options, you either ask your american friend to receive the card for you or just send it to the mailing address in the SSNDOB. 8. When you hit next you will put the legal name again and it will ask for the last 4 digits in the social security number. 9. Congratulations you didn't have to waste a few bucks on this account, it didn't take 5 minutes to do all that. - How to cash out? If you want to deposit your money to cash you have many options, the first and easiest is exchanging, you are gonna need to look for an exchanger to cash out to bitcoin. If you ever need help with this just send me a private message. Or just link your bank account. - Having troubles creating the account? So if you are having troubles creating the account just send me a private message and I'll create one for you, free! Or you can use a holder to accept payments for you.
I hope this helps you guys out :)
Discord: https://discord.gg/C6kpHte
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2020.09.21 04:17 LookaKmart Bot following me...

Hey y'all... I just recently made this account and I noticed today I have one follower when i was looking at my profile. Giving the fact that when I looked at his/her account there was a link to some weird ass dating site, I'm pretty sure its a bot account. Is there a 'remove follower' function on reddit or not so much. Just wondering if someone could leave me a comment if you know. Thanks!
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2020.09.21 03:58 elitemeasurables Learner’s Permit

This pandemic has really exposed a big blindspot in my life— I don’t have a license. Everyone I know has been able escape the city thanks to some thrilling road trip with a car rental, and I’d like to be able to do that too.
Has anyone been able take the written test to even get a learner’s permit though? I’ve checked the DMV site for appointments at every NYC location, but it just has a calendar through December with crossed out (unavailable) dates. I’ve been checking for months, and these dates were honestly never available in the first place.
What’s the deal? I couldn’t find anything about learners permit written tests being cancelled, and their site still even says they’re available. Am I stuck?
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2020.09.21 03:57 jaygood17 Rebel Galaxy Outlaw hype? Releases Tuesday...

As an old Freelancer fan I can’t wait. The only confirmation I can find on if coming out is on their on site. It’s not on the sidebar. Or the e-shop. Still hope it’s on track.
https://rebel-galaxy.com/rebel-galaxy-outlaw-console-and-steam-release-dates/
Here is a link to some switch game play.
https://youtu.be/KKLobNuz88g
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2020.09.21 03:56 bridger713 WEEKLY RECRUITING THREAD - Ask here about the Recruitment/Application Processes, Trade Availability, Requirements to Join, Basic & Occupational Training, and other questions relating directly or indirectly to joining the Canadian Armed Forces.

This is the thread to ask about the Recruitment/Application Processes, Trade Availability, Requirements to Join, Basic & Occupational Training, and other questions relating directly or indirectly to joining the Canadian Armed Forces.

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2020.09.21 03:55 teliz019 Allergic reaction to progesterone shots...weeks after stopping?

I’m so confused. I woke up from a nap this afternoon to a welt on my lower back on the left side. It was not there yesterday when I took a shower.
It’s an abstract shape (kinda like the state of Michigan shaped??) and raised/itchy, right where my injection site was while doing progesterone shots during my (TW) pregnancy I miscarried last week.
My last injection was 9/9 with no real side effects at the time. I’d had 3 rounds of progesterone shots by that date. At the time I was getting the injections, I wasn’t having any adverse reactions. Just the usual soreness.
I’m trying to figure out if this itchy, red welt is related or just coincidentally in the same spot? Thoughts??
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2020.09.21 03:37 kevin6040 No mention of expected delivery date on samsung site?

I bought a fold with custom hinge, and the only mention of delivery date is from the original email which said 4 to 5 weeks out. The website doesn't have any mention of this, which is weird. I checked my mobile app too but that still says 5 weeks and is not updated, unless they are just pushing back the delivery date without notice.
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2020.09.21 03:35 inspir3d19 [RANT] What’s with all these ‘SB’ profiles on SA looking for platonic arrangements? Like how does that even work?

Here in Singapore so many girls on SA looking for platonic only relationships, like why are they even joining the site? Just get yourself a date on tinder already!
Don’t understand what these girls are thinking of getting out of the website when they join it.
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2020.09.21 03:28 throw_away_10474728 How do I break up with my (possibly) suicidal GF?

So I (17M) have been dating my GF (18F) for about six months now and it all started out hunky dory as every relationship does. We met on a social media site (obviously not Tinder) and things kind of just clicked. As our relationship progressed she became more and more obsessed with me and controlling. She makes things seem as if their my fault when I have no control over them and makes everything I do seem as not good enough. I know every story has two sides but I have consoled with many friends who honestly tell me I am not in the wrong. Lately I haven’t been able to see her because I have been so busy with school and sports that there’s just barely anytime to see her let alone call or text her. She has said that when we are not in direct contact her life is miserable and life isn’t worth living with out being with me. Because of all the things going on I have lost attraction to the person I once met but am scared to leave her. I have no clue what to do. Someone who had been through a similar situation please help me.
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2020.09.21 03:22 ADarkSpirit 31 [M4R] WI - Can I just say I hate being an adult sometimes? I can't be the only one.

Hi. Thanks for checking this out. I'll start out by saying I don't need help adulting; I need help dealing with adulting. Life gets so monotonous. Anyways, I'm starting my 4th year teaching, and it's... something. I love my job, but man, it takes a lot out of me. Especially with this pandemic, I fully expect that my life is going to be on repeat a lot. On weekends I spend my time catching up on sleep and housework, and grading (and streaming! lol). It's awful (the housework and grading, not the job). Work can definitely feel like groundhog day. Things run into each other and weekends are far too short to really enjoy anything. I'm developing a few negative habits already and want to nip 'em in the bud. Maybe you guys can help!
I'm just looking for some ways to pass the time and expand my social horizons. Have some positive interactions. Think deeper and gain some new perspectives. If you're far away, I'm happy to make an online friend (I do play some games, so maybe we can interact that way as well). If you're closer, I'm perfectly comfortable meeting up at some point when covid blows over. Also willing to move to texting or some other form of communication (just let me know what your preference is- I don't use every avenue of social media under the sun though!), or we can stay messaging here.
I'd consider romance (I am single, after all...) but by no means am I looking for it- just hoping to find some people to interact with- male, female, or other. Preferably no lizard-people but I'll try not to judge. I do try to teach compassion to my students, after all.
About me: Like the title says, I'm 31 and I'm starting my fourth year of teaching HS science. I really like what I do, but I'm pretty introverted so it's really exhausting work- being "on" 8 hours a day can definitely be a struggle. It's been hard to make friends as my city is not great for young singles- lots of older folks and married couples. Yucko. It's been like pulling teeth just trying to find people to hang out with! I love to cook, I like playing videogames (I basically spent my summer streaming), I garden/take care of my outdoor space (you know, when the ground isn't frozen...), I take care of myself (physically speaking), I enjoy a good beer or an old fashioned, and I talk to my cat (I promise he talks back). I'm pretty personable- which is weird for an introvert- and I enjoy talking about all sorts of things: science, philosophy, technology, games, work, life, love, happiness, whatever. Content to meet you at whatever level you're comfortable. Maybe you just want to trade memes- I'm down.
About you: You're interested in having lengthy conversations (or at least not stunted ones), willing to respond with reasonable frequency, and willing to entertain a real friendship if we click. Maybe you're near me and looking for a partner, or just someone to spend some quality time with. It's fine to be bored and want to chat for a while but please don't leave me hanging, that's a huge pet peeve. If you just want somebody to talk to for one night or whatever, just be honest tell me! I'll still chat. You're open and honest and can tolerate quirkiness and (occasionally dark or deprecating) humor. You aren't too judgmental (though I swear I'm not a weirdo). You're willing to share your individual, unique thoughts and aren't a walking cliche (dating sites are a giant dumpster fire in that regard, ugh).
I promise to put an honest effort into extending conversation, but that goes both ways- the couple of messages I've gotten from other people in the past tend to wane after a few days, and I find that really frustrating. I won't do that to you- I'll at least say that I'm very busy or that I'm not feeling it or whatever, but I won't leave you hanging! After all, I'm going to want to spend my limited free time doing something positive. Hope to hear from all kinds of people, since that's what keeps life interesting. Please let me know what you're interested in and comfortable with in your first message!
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2020.09.21 03:20 harshsoul PLEASE, ANY HELP FINDING THIS ATTACKER...

(TLDR AND CASE# IS AT THE BOTTOM)
After beating me up, bruising my ribs, and dislodging my nose— all the while I pleaded for him to stop, trying to surrender my stuff, he went on. Finally, he pinned me down and started choking me, telling me he’s “going to kill [me],” until I passed out— I remember feeling terrified, believing I was going to die, because I couldn’t move any part of my body, and he wouldn’t loosen his grip. I came-to on the ground, covered in my own blood, watching him walk away with my backpack. I reached for my phone, and called 9-1-1 immediately and told dispatch what happened.
I am 24 years old, and I have struggled with my mental illness from a very early age. I have experienced physical, and sexual assaults ever since I was 13. By the time I was 19 I had been brought to the psych ward over 15 times by either police, ambulance, a stranger or a family member. With nothing short of months long treatments, and scrambling to find the help I need— all of which took me years to finally be able to access, because, unfortunately, I am a one-in-a-million; THIS IS THE GUY. WATCH OUT FOR THIS MAN.I had, finally, started to approach some semblance of stability and normalcy, until this incident happened.
Immediately after; I am living with more chronic and more debilitating panic-attacks, again— I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, and I see "him" everywhere and in everyone. I am scared to leave the house all the time. I have very severe acute panic attacks when I am in public, to the point where I puke or squat clutching onto myself tightly. I am terrified to be outside; I am riddled with anxiety constantly; I can’t sleep; I can’t eat, and I am expected to go back out and function..
This week I gave-in and opened one of my POF notifications. I swiped a little bit-- about to close the app-- and there he is... By some chance, or miracle, I have no idea how, but there he was. I could never pinpoint his face in my memory, but I remember the tattoos so clearly. Unmistakable.
All I know is he goes by "Jesse," and he lives in Calgary. I live in Edmonton (where the crime happened). I gave all this info to the police, but I am reaching to the public for help.
Getting justice for once would change my life. I wouldn't have to be living in constant fear.
If you have seen him or have ANY INFORMATION PLEASE CALL YOUR LOCAL POLICE STATION AND SHARE MY CASE #
Assault and attempted robbery in Edmonton.
CASE# 20-90922
Please share this post and photo.
I found him on a dating site. Be careful people.
TLDR: There's a dangerous criminal walking the streets of your amazing city of Calgary. He beat the living hell out of me, and tried to rob me in Edmonton, before scurrying back home to Calgary. Living with PTSD this has—"to say the least;" has set me back quite a ways. The link to his photo is posted. As is the Police file/Case#.
POLICE FILE/CASE# 20-90922
http://imgur.com/gallery/zupmdy9
EDIT:
PRELUDE
He approached me asking for a cigarette, at first. I said no, and tried to conceal my nerves and fear. ( I also remember thinking to my self how cool his sleeve tattoos looked, and how I'd like to get a similar hand tattoo one day). When I said "I don't have an extra smoke." He asked "You got any 'down'?" I remember saying "No, I don't know what that is." I continued to walk home, trying my best to conceal the fear, and anxiety. All of a sudden BAM Right on the side of my face. Everything after that happened in—what felt like— seconds. So fast. I don't know why he never went for my phone; I was unconscios. I just remember coming-to, and seeing him walk away with my bag.
EDIT 2
CALL EDMONTON POLICE WITH ANY INFO. YOU HAVE: 780-423-4567 🙏
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2020.09.21 03:18 Quite_Mediocre Question about dating

Hi everyone,
So, I'm a lesbian, and trying to figure out how to interact with people on dating websites, apps, etc. It's hard though. I feel confident in who I am, as I'm accomplished in my career, have a good personality, good looks, etc. I created a profile on OK Cupid, and deleted it the next day because I felt stupid and embarrassed.
But I always feel weird when I post profiles on any dating site. Like I'm perpetually inferior to cis lesbians because they have the right parts and I don't. But, how do we even define "right"? I discussed this with my therapist, but I feel like it didn't help that much. I have little experience with dating, and this makes me even more confused. I suppose I just need to get out there and figure things out... maybe it's not as bad as I think, right? But it's so hard to get past that hurdle. I have that feeling that so many lesbians will just outright reject me. Everyone feels rejection, but it feels a little excessive.
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2020.09.21 03:15 seizonnokamen Person wants immediate responses.

I attempted to get back on the online dating horse yesterday and was talking with a woman. We messaged back and forth for hours and then as conversation lulled (it was getting late), she said she had to go. Then, about 40 minutes after she told me that she "just didn't feel it" and that she wanted to start as friends and not jump into anything. I said that that worked for me and that you really can't force yourself to feel things that you don't (plus, I am just happy to make more friends). That was yesterday.
Today, we messaged back and forth, and she abruptly said she had to be going. Perfectly fine as I had a few meetings scheduled for that day and was then going to get my shopping for the week (I didn't tell her this. Just told her "bye"). Well, I check my phone a few hours later and she had apparently sent me a message a few hours after we said goodbye, asking me to go to brunch with her right as brunch was about to end.
I messaged her back after seeing her messages, saying I wanted to meet virtually a few times first. She then proceeds to chew me out and say that I was incredibly rude and that I "finally" responded to her. She said she expected an immediate response and that she even messaged me on another dating site that we matched on and tried to do a video call through the app. She said the least could have done is to let her know I was alright (we only messaged for one day) and that it's not because she is clingy, but because lack of immediate responses is usually indicative of an unmatch.
I was appalled. I just...it doesn't sound like she works or has anything else going on from what I am gathering. I am busy between work, meetings, and maintaining some social events/social life (online). I just don't check my phone that frequently when socializing with others or in meetings to give my full undivided attention and when she said "bye", I figured that was for the day. I don't expect immediate responses from anyone as life happens. Should I respond or just not do so? I don't feel like I really did anything wrong as we barely know each other and I just don't feel like it's going to work as friends or more if she is this demanding when I am fairly busy.
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2020.09.21 03:03 throwawaymysadself3 So , anyone else have mostly cancelled dates with OLD? All of mine cancelled- 4 different schedules dates in the past two weeks- what am I doing wrong?

I’m on 3 different sites. I text them a moderate amount because we need something to talk about on the date- they have all cancelled.
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2020.09.21 02:54 TheAusNerd Debris [Part 42]

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<"Dude, I love playing that when I was a kid!"> said Wora exuberantly over video chat. <"I can't believe they still make it.">
Le'quaren, the only friend Wora could name that wasn't perpetually surrounded by criminals and thugs, sat smiling, cradling her newborn in her arms. <"Jell told me it's getting even more popular at the store he frequents, but he's concerned that if his friends find out he plays, he's never going to hear the end of it.">
Wora giggled. She remembered feeling the same way in her youth, spending a solid chunk of the allowance she received from performing chores to buy a pack of cards just for the feeling of anticipation and mystery. It was simpler then, better. Wora thought. <"Hey...">
Today's lunch was a lonely one for Behn. While a significant portion of the women went to have their bi-weekly video calls, she abstained, choosing instead to get in line for food that, without the rest of the prison lining up for their meals and bringing things to a crawl, was comparatively fresh. The food, surprisingly refreshing though it was, was no replacement for Wora's lively demeanour and barbs at the brainless programmes on the television, which the prisoners noted to now be flickering somewhat; the women expected their food to soon take another dip in whatever quality it had left.
At last, and with a tray on which she swore she could see the scrapings from the bottom of the greasy pot in which her meal was cooked, Wora arrived, throwing herself onto the bench beside Behn. The mood was immediately lifted. <"Hey, girl. What'd I miss?">
<"Just some weather boy waffling on about expected wind speeds during Chill Winds. They're gonna be high, but nothing we haven't survived before."> As she heard the young man read the weather report, part of Behn was glad that Arnd apparently spent most of her time in X'rtani House, she would be nice and warm there.
<"Huh. Oh! Did I ever tell you about that one time when my aunt slipped on an ice patch and fell down the stairs of her apartment complex?"> Behn shook her head. <"Yeah. She was fine in the end, nothing more than a few bruises, but she screamed like a damn siren until she hit the floor. A cop came bursting in looking for his buddy's cruiser, muttering that he didn't get a call for a crime in progress! When he saw my aunt, he damn near pissed himself!"> Wora chuckled heartily, and Behn couldn't help but be drawn in. The two women laughed so hard that they missed the opening to that day's episode of MarkWatch.
The pair watched a man too average-looking to form an opinion on confront Mark on a bus, and a thought came to Wora's head. <"Do you have anyone to call on the outside? Friends, family?">
Behn swallowed hard after she removed her gaze from the television and processed the question. <"No. I hadn't noticed I left it all behind until I realized who I was running with. And before you ask: no, I'm not calling my mother."> she clarified, dim resentment on her tongue.
<"You think she would've called by now, given what you've told me.">
<"She's busy doing gods know what with Mark and all that government crap, I wouldn't be surprised if it was years before she called to talk.">
Wora nodded along as only a friend would, recognizing that words were no good here, and returned to her meal.

<"You reckon he couldn't have gone shorter? Show some arm?"> asked Wora in relation to the tailored suit MarkWatch's presenters accurately predicted he had arranged for.
<"Meh, it's probably fashionable where he's from. It's not my business in any case."> replied Behn, squat lifting the weight of the average prisoner in the complex. It was simple. It certainly wasn't a heavy machine gun, two backpacks worth of ammo, malante plate body armor... <'No, gods damn it! You're past that! The violence is no more! Just squat and breathe, Behn.'> She squatted, she breathed, she felt her thighs grow warm with the effort, focusing on that helped her stay in the moment.
<"Behn?">
<"Sorry, I spaced out a bit, what'd you say?">
Wora pointed past Behn, whose gaze followed her friends finger. Four surly women, with enough muscle between them to convince Behn that they could bend the collective population of the prison into thick knots. They closed in and Behn put the barbell back on the rack. She and the quartet's eyes met, and the clear challenge was recognized.
<"So,"> began a X'etish woman who dwarfed the others. <"Miss Ex-Fang here's got 48 lifetimes, eh? Not bad, pint-size."> She giggled, her yellowed and chipped fangs on full display. <"See, there's something about multiple life sentences that I'm sure you know: You step out of line, and you're in solitary.">
<"I'm aware."> replied Behn, knowing exactly where this was going.
<"So then you know that you can't fight anyone, correct?"> the woman sneered, leaning down so her jaw was inches from Behn's face. Behn didn't notice a X'rtani woman slinking out of view.
<"Correct.">
The woman stood back up. <"Good.">
Behn was seized from behind, a second X'rtani clamping her jaw shut <"Don't go crying now."> she taunted. Wora hollered for the guards, only to be grabbed by the jaw and thrown to the ground by the X'eti, who roughly held her face to the floor. Struggle as she might, Wora was helpless and silent in witnessing Behn's right arm being held out by a X'ogan woman, her mouth warped into a savage grin. <"You learn that we're the bosses in this yard right quick, or..."> And with a visceral crunch that turned both Behn and Wora's stomach, the woman bit down on Behn's thumb, removing it at the base. She spat it on the ground and chuckled, her jowls splotched with bloody yellow. Behn, pain and disgust twisting inside her, swayed at the sight of her own blood. Finally, the guards arrived, detaining the perpetrators. Upon her attacker's seizure, gore-induced vomit spilled from Behn's newly unclamped jaw, and she staggered to the floor, lightheaded and queasy.
As the assailants were taken away, a guard administered basic first aid to Behn while calling for a medical team for the two victims. Before long, a team arrived with a mag-lifted bed for Behn, they immediately administered an anesthetic and antibiotics to the wound, and they rushed Behn off to the prison station's medical ward. Wora, her head throbbing, was helped off the ground by the guard who stood beside Behn, and was led from the yard as she explained the altercation.

Wora's impatience was not due to the aches she felt as her injuries were examined in the medical ward.
<"You appear to have a mild concussion and some bruising."> noted the doctor. The guard present relayed this information to her fellow officers in Wora's arm of the prison. <"There's no cure for a concussion but rest and limiting stimulus; no television, no major physical activity, and keep socializing to a minimum for the next few days. I'll have pills regularly sent to your cell to help with pain, and I'll arrange for your meals to be sent to your cell, too. In the meantime, I can provide you with a blindfold and earmuffs to help limit stimulus."> The physician filled out application forms as she spoke. <"You should begin to first see results in a few days, and I'll have you come in for an examination in seven days.">
<"Fine, cool, whatever."> said Wora. <"Is Behn going to be okay?">
<"Your cellmate? Due to patient confidentiality, I can't give that information away. But I'll ask her if it's okay, and we'll go from there.">
<"Yes, please."> Restlessness was thick in her tone.
The doctor blinked at her for a moment, before turning back to her computer. <"Alright. We'll arrange someone to visit you in your cell as soon as possible."> She turned to the guard, handing her the stimulus-limiting headwear. <"Shel, please escort Miss Lakk back to her cell, and be sure to take the quiet routes.">
<"Of course, Doctor. You heard her, get these on you and I'll get you back safe."> the officer held the blindfold and earmuffs out to Wora, who took them begrudgingly.
The blindfold didn't so much as blind Wora, but rather kept her vision dim, which she admittedly appreciated given her injury, the earmuffs too aided in the easing of her headache; they didn't help ease the throbbing she felt from her bruises, though.
When Wora arrived back at her cell, she saw some pills already arranged on her bedside table; they tasted like everything and nothing at the same time, she nearly gagged. After chasing her medication with some water, she slumped down onto the bed and dozed, her body seemingly responding to the doctor's orders.
She later woke with a start as a guard outside her cell called for her attention. <"Miss Kell? Miss Kolr would like to see you in the medical ward, I'm here to escort you.">
Wora didn't miss a beat, immediately following the guard through the passageways prisoners usually only got to see if they were in deep trouble, add-years-onto-your-sentence trouble. All the way, she was thankful for the headwear provided, and was finally deposited into the medical ward after an uneventful journey. A doctor, noticeably armed - it was a prison, after all - directed Wora to Behn's bed.
Behn laid propped up in a hospital bed with her eyes closed, grimacing in pain. Her right arm and hand were held still by braces as a tissue replicator went to work reattaching her thumb with new bone, muscle fibers, and skin weaved from their constituent components coded with her DNA, given in a sample taken from the shredded stump of her thumb. Wora noticed that a small curtain had been set up to block Behn's view of her automated operation.
<"Behn, it's me."> said Wora, sitting by her bedside.
Behn's eyes slowly opened, brightening when her friend came into focus. <"Hey sis. Wh-ugh, what's with the sleepwear?"> she asked sardonically.
<"Concussion, but I'll be fine. How about you?">
<"I should be okay, too. The doc said that this should take just fine, given that it's mostly a reattachment. At best, I'm looking at minor scars.">
Wora raised an eyebrow. <"And at worst?">
<"My body rejects the new tissue, my thumb falls off, and they try again."> Behn explained nonchalantly, as though the sight of such wouldn't result in her puking again.
<"Ah."> Though her tone didn't show it, in truth, Wora was truly relieved that her friend, despite her gruesome injury, was still in high spirits. One question remained, however. <"So, you're looking at a stint in solitary?">
<"Nah, enough of the girls in the yard vouched for me that I'm off the hook this time. I got told that those dry cunts are in lockdown for half a month and their pay's been slashed. Next time they jump someone, they're in solitary for a month, with an extra month for each following attack. And the best part, I now have express permission to defend myself from those four in future."> Behn giggled. <"I mean, so long as I don't break anything.">
<"Oh, thank the gods, I didn't want to lose you."> expressed Wora, not realizing until after she had said it that she said the quiet part out loud.
<"Aww, you would've missed me?"> Behn barbed.
Wora knew there was no backing out now. <"Of course, you dumbass! You're the only cellmate I can name that I've gotten along with.">
Listening to Wora lay herself bare, Behn couldn't remember the last time her presence made someone genuinely happy beyond her deft handling of a firearm. She smiled warmly and extended her uninjured arm toward her friend, placing her hand on Wora's knee. <"Hey, I'm not shut in a hole just yet, so buck up!">
Wora sighed, content. <"You're right. Just don't go scaring me like that again, okay?">
<"Sure, sis.">
<"So, how long did the doc say you'd be stuck here for?">
<"They reckon they'll see if this'll take in a day or so. If it does, I'm free to go. Well, as free as I can be on this rock, at least. I'll be back to see your lack of modesty again soon.">
Wora's expression grew smug. <"You know you love it."> she mocked.
Behn sniggered, transitioning into full on laughter when Wora mockingly began lifting her shirt. Wora joined in, letting the joy of the moment wash away any lingering doubts and worries. Now she knew that she, her friend, and their bond, was safe.
~~~
The bus glode smoothly past shop-lined streets as Mark stared out the window, attempting to map out the city in his mind while wondering where he could get a set of headphones built for his ears. It stopped outside a family-owned grocer to let waiting passengers board. Before the bus could take off again, a thin man carrying a basket of food approached Mark.
<"What're you doing here?"> he asked belligerently.
Mark was shaken from his window watching by the man's question. "Can I help you?" he asked politely.
<"This bus isn't built for you."> the basket-carrier stated with certainty. <"Get off.">
Mark blinked. "... Pardon?"
The man's already scowl-creased face scrunched further, his jowls parted just enough for a thin white line of fangs to be visible between his jaws. <"Are you mocking me? Get off the damn bus!"> he insisted, shooting a finger at the side door.
Mark knew then what was happening. He knew it would happen eventually, but he wasn't entirely prepared for the sensation of the event itself. Still, he retained his composure. "Please leave me be, sir." he said firmly.
The man, clearly knowing that he wasn't going to get his way alone, stormed up to the driver's seat and demanded Mark to be removed from the vehicle. <"Buddy, the guy ain't causin' no trouble. You leave 'em alone or you're walkin'."> the driver said matter-of-factly.
The man, finally understanding his place in the proceedings, shot a nasty look Mark's way, and stepped off the bus.

"That guy on the bus surprised me. I've noticed that nobody here's all that subtle, but nobody's been that forward thus far." said Mark, recounting yesterday's encounter with a concerned citizen on public transport.
Rilk'r, Mark's companion at the cafeteria table, nodded along to the human's retelling, aware of the encounter in question from today's episode of MarkWatch. <"Don't let 'em get to you. You really shouldn't have to put up with that shit, but if it's just a handful of belligerent dicks, you don't have much to worry about. You stay the course, and they'll get over it eventually.">
While Mark wasn't entirely convinced, stressing over factors out of one's control did little good. "Yeah."
The conversation paused as the two men dug into their lunches, picking up again when Rilk'r asked: <"So, how's that gym treating you?">
"Pretty well, actually. It's a bit stuffy, but I can't complain too much. I imagine you learned about that from the news?"
Rilk'r looked hurt. <"The news? I helped put the damn thing together!">
Mark choked on his water, drawing eyes from employees that he had hoped would be used to his presence by now. "Wait, really? You never told me!"
<"I like my customers to leave their reviews after they've put my work to the test."> Rilk'r said smugly.
"Heh. Well, I've certainly seen worse equipment." He would never forget that one squat rack in Anytime Fitness that fell apart the instant he re-racked his bar.
Rilk'r chuckled. <"Glowing praise, that.">
And once again, the two men put their chat on hold while they ate. Rilk'r cleaned his tray before Mark, to neither's surprise, and waved as he returned to work. Uns'la pointed a finger gun as she linked up with Rilk'r, Mark returned it. As his tray neared empty, Arnd, who too was using the break in the day's lesson to eat her fill, came up to the table.
<"You think you could pick up the pace a bit? We still have the last decade of the Crisis of the Peaks to cover, and I don't want it spilling into my free day."> she asked, the tapping of her foot on the tiled floor akin to a metronome with no patience for rhythm.
"What do you think I'm doing?" replied Mark, now shoveling his gravy-soaked wobunil chunks into his mouth at as fast a pace as their size allowed. Before long, and with many painful attempts to swallow mouthfuls in excess of his throat's capacity, Mark emptied his tray. He also made a mental note to, if he ever made it back to Earth, tell Percy about that time he almost took too much meat for his throat to handle, giggling childishly to himself.
After he quickly gulped down water from a paper cup, Mark was ready to return. Arnd watched impatiently as Mark nodded to the guard stationed outside the bar, with her impatience morphing to simple annoyance when Mark paused to pull out his data pad. This annoyance turned to frustration when Mark turned on his heels and walked back toward her.
"I gotta go, T'aro wants me in R&D immediately. We'll pick up with Crisis when I get back." And with that, Mark was off toward the elevators and Arnd was left watching him go.
Jan'u came up to her, licking his jowls clean of gravy. <"What's he up to now?">
Arnd deflated. <"Doesn't matter. Come on, Nelert's Bones is out and I wanna see if it lives up to the trailers.">

Beneath the mountain, with K'ul stalwart by his side, T'aro paced, second-guessing whether this was a good idea.
Yesterday, as the moon shone as a silver crescent high above the city, T'aro oversaw the first test of a circular bone saw attachment to F'ejen's shield-focused surgical tool. The device whirred, the multitude of tiny energy blades blurring together to form a single, uniform disc of light at the tip of the apparatus. With precision, F'ejen lowered the device down on to, in absence of replicated human bone, a plate of what T'aro dubbed 'Malante Squared', a substance that acted as a less refined, less dense x'erren attempt at N.L.N.A, the substance that comprised the hull of Mark's detached cockpit. Upon contact, the saw squealed as it battled its target, but both it and F'ejen held firm, and the doctor soon excavated a near-perfect square from the mass. A few moments after F'ejen shut the device off, he was told that this attachment too passed safety and stability tests. F'ejen nodded proudly at this victory and ticked off yet another test on his notepad he pulled from his breast pocket; thus far, among other tools, he had successfully tested: a scalpel with adjustable length, a needle tip, a drill, and scissors.
F'ejen stepped out of the testing room, discarding his gloves and shoes, and loosing his ears. <"Well, what's next on the docket?"> he asked, softly massaging his aching ears.
<"Staples. Although how you plan on making this work, I have no clue."> replied T'aro, looking over the list of planned tools.
Listening to T'aro launch into further detail of the task's complications, F'ejen couldn't help but think. <"So, remind me; Mark's more or less on your side now?">
<"He promised that the antics were over, so ostensibly, yes.">
<"... Then shouldn't you tell him about all this?"> asked F'ejen, gesturing to the testing room where a team was examining the surgical apparatus.
T'aro looked at the doctor in stunned disbelief. <"Out of the question. If you've read Mark's contract, and I know you have, you'll know he has the legal right to shut this entire operation down at any time he so wishes. The instant he sees us developing this technology, I've no doubt in my mind that his first act would be to demand that development ceases. His second would be to demand a release from his contract, which is also his legal right.">
<"I take it then he still doesn't trust us?">
<"He said so himself."> said T'aro pointedly.
<"And do you think he'll trust us any more if we continue keeping secrets?"> questioned F'ejen, turning to face the administrator.
T'aro turned in kind. <"I am the director of this project and I will not be questioned.">
<"I have been a surgeon since before you came of age."> the doctor stated firmly, letting his experience drive his words. <"I have worked at many hospitals and have tended to very many patients. The longer you lie to a patient, even if the lie is entirely for the patient's benefit, the harsher they react when the truth comes out. When Mark tried to escape, he was in a panic, trying to tunnel away from the force he thought he could not fight. But what do you think he'll to do now that he's come to know us, to adapt to us? I know you have the means to bring him in again, but none of them are quiet enough for you to get away with it."> F'ejen leaned in, craning his neck upward to get face-to-face with his junior. <"You open up now, or the decades you've spent on this project go up in smoke.">
T'aro could say nothing to the physician as he produced a pack of lija from his pocket, bit down on a pod, and ambled out of the room saying that he was going to bed. T'aro stood blinking into the silent air for a few long minutes after the doctor had left, before deciding: <"Not the samples, that's too far.">

T'aro's pacing and fretting was interrupted by Mark rounding the corner into R&D, his face a portrait of curiosity and apprehension. "You called?" he said flatly.
T'aro straightened. <"Yes, I did. I'm glad you could make it so promptly.">
Mark shrugged. "You said immediately. So, what's up?"
T'aro turned, gesturing Mark to follow. <"As you well know, I wouldn't be doing my job as head of extraterrestrial affairs if I didn't look after the health of those that fall under my jurisdiction. I've already made steps to accommodate this in providing you proper nourishment and the personal gym - which I've noticed you've taken quite a fancy to."> Mark nodded, he would be lying if he denied his enjoyment of having regular, challenging exercise as part of his daily routine again. <"Regardless, this is just the surface; I'm frankly shocked you've not yet fallen ill, I'll chalk that up to your immune system being just as hardy as your body. That body, Mister Stevens, however durable, is still mortal. If you were to suffer an injury, it would need to be tended to. You could recover from nicks and bruises on your own, but more severe injuries: broken bones, deep lacerations, etcetera, those would require medical attention, even surgery.">
Mark didn't know whether or not to ease himself now that the man was getting to the damned point, as said point's subject matter put him on edge.
<"Unfortunately,"> T'aro continued. <"The same implacable nature of your physiology that keeps you safe from the same rounds that would put a hole in a x'erren man large enough to stick one's hand through, would similarly keep standard surgical tools from being able to do their work. Thus, when doctor Rour brought forth the idea of using projected shields in place of metal or glass blades, I had to jump at the chance.">
With impeccable timing that told Mark that T'aro had thoroughly rehearsed this speech of his, the X'erren gestured Mark through a door to his left. Upon entry, Mark realized that his initial mixed feelings were nothing compared to what he felt looking upon the implements in person, their pristine, rounded forms catching the light in a way that made them look both sacred and profane, and they weren't even turned on!
T'aro stood beside the human. <"As you can see, we've developed a range of attachments, with more on the way. I understand any apprehension you may have, Mister Stevens, but you must understand that without this, there is no way for anyone in x'erren space to aid you should the need arise.">
"... Have you tested these?"
<"On varying metals, yes. And I can confirm that these tools are up to the job.">
"Then, may I see them in action?"
T'aro knew not to ease himself just yet, but part of him was glad that Mark remained at least outwardly calm. <"If I can manage to rouse doctor Rour, then yes.">
In the tense calm following T'aro's message to F'ejen, Mark found his eyes always drifting toward the assortment of attachments laid out on the table beyond the viewing window, and tried to fit each adapter to a purpose. He was in the middle of inspecting the needle tip when the door opened to F'ejen, who, upon seeing Mark, immediately sported a smile.
<"Mark! How are you?">
"Just fine, thanks."
<"Mister Rour! Glad you're here. Now, shall we begin the demonstration?"> said T'aro as though yesterday's conversation never happened.
<"That we shall."> replied F'ejen in kind.
And after F'ejen donned his surgical garb, he did just that, lighting the space and filling the air with the sound of humming shields projectors and screeching metal as he sliced, drilled, and punctured a sheet of malante2. All the while, T'aro explained the substance's origin, reminding Mark that, given its nature as a recreation of an entirely human creation, he could shut down its production and research thereof at any moment. Mark politely declined.
Before long, each tool, including the staples, had been demonstrated in full, and F'ejen rejoined the pair in the viewing room. <"So,"> he said. <"what do you think?">
Mark thought a moment. "I think that this is not only a brilliant piece of tech, but that it exists for my sake is very considerate of you both." His words, while genuine, were tinged with doubt, something that his x'erren listeners were all too aware of. "I do wish, however, that you would have notified me beforehand, for both the tools and the metal."
F'ejen and T'aro apologized for their lack of foresight and, with a gesture from Mark that he was satisfied with the showcase, followed him out into the hallway.
As the trio made their way back to the surface, K'ul keeping stride with T'aro, Mark tapped F'ejen on the shoulder. "Hey, are you free for a bit? I have some questions I'd like to ask."
<"Of course, we can talk over lunch.">
T'aro was mildly distressed at the apparent desire for him to not be present, but he understood. He stopped the pair, telling them to go on without him as he had to oversee maintenance performed on the gym. He watched as Mark and F'ejen rounded a corner and hoped for the best.

F'ejen returned to the cafeteria table with a small mantan leaf wrap, understanding that Mark went without food because he had already ate. <"So, bud, what do you need to know?">
Mark had loosened somewhat in T'aro's absence, but still hesitated slightly when asking. <"Are those tools really for surgery?">
The doctor paused mid-bite. <"I brought up the idea of using shields as a substitute for metal, why wouldn't they be for surgery?">
"I know, but that's not what I meant. It's more..." Mark looked around to see if anyone suspicious was watching. "Are they really there to mend injuries, are they really there to help me?"
F'ejen laid his wrap down, sighing in understanding. <"Look, man, I get that you don't trust T'aro, I wouldn't trust him either after what he's pulled. But I can tell you straight that this is legit. You can trust this.">
Mark didn't know if he felt any better after having it said to him so plainly. "I just hope they never have to be used."
<"No true surgeon ever wants their tools to leave storage. If I had my way, everyone would always be healthy and surgery would be a dead field."> He bit into his wrap, and Mark agreed.
~~~
Du'fra stepped out through the hospital's front doors, a prescription for pain medication in his hand and a thick cast on his arm. It took time and a lot of pain to realign the halves of his shattered forearm, and by the time the cast was on, the doctors had confirmed that this level of damage could take at minimum four months to heal, and years to regain full strength once he had the internal plates and pins removed. Before he left the ward, he opted to hire a Spare Hand: a robotic arm strapped to one's shoulder controlled by brainwaves monitored by a small headpiece, to replace one's out of commission arm while it healed, held aloft in a sling. Healthcare was a dream in Ta'X'rtana, and thus the only money that left Du'fra's coffers was the hire fee for the Spare Hand, and a handful of chump change for a surprisingly good hospital meal on his way out. He finished his meal in the office courtyard, carelessly tossing the container aside when his taxi arrived.
As the vehicle navigated the city's airspace, Du'fra checked his cruiser's tracker, and found it to be impounded in a lot across town. He decided that it could rot there for all he cared, he still had the cruiser he got in his divorce. He was both shocked and glad that the parasites now sitting in the executive chairs at X'rtan Freight hadn't stolen anything from him while he was out. With that thought, he searched The Flow for any news pertaining to X'rtan Freight, and came by an article reporting on the new Acting Chief Vuk'li's ascension to the top of the company and his donation of 500 billion ker'se to the Men-te Relief Fund to commemorate his rise. <"That brakk fucker worked in marketing before he was hired there, of course he'd pull a stunt like this."> growled Du'fra. In his fury, he instinctively reached out for a pack of first-grade lija pods, and remembered the one thing in his old cruiser that he would miss.
Errant dust was blown off the rooftop by the taxi's arrival to Du'fra's apartment. Air-capable taxi fare took a bigger bite out of one's pockets than a standard ride, but Du'fra didn't care. Once inside his building, Du'fra quickly reminded himself where the set of keys to his ex wife's cruiser were, and then got to work. Where it once felt drab and lifeless, his office now felt fresh, given its new purpose. Typing with an artificial hand was awkward despite the practice doctors mandated before Du'fra could take it home with him, and he continually made spelling errors that served only to add to his mounting frustrations. Even with this new complication, however, it didn't take long for Du'fra to find what he was looking for.
Arnd Kolr's online life was scarce. All Du'fra could dig up was a seldom used Conclave account, the last activity of which was to trawl the forum of a middlingly popular book series and the account of her work hard-play hard daughter. A daughter that, with a quick search, Du'fra found to be in prison for gang activity dating back years. Familial association was not proper grounds for legal action, though, so he had to find another avenue. From news sources, he read claims that she was either hired by the government or arrested and held in X'rtani House until further notice. All Du'fra knew as of yet was that she, in her current position, was effectively untouchable. At least, if Du'fra was alone. It was common knowledge among those who did any cursory research that Arnd had close ties to Mark, someone who, though protected, was in a state of political flux, with talks going back and forth regarding the alien and how to handle him. And if politicians listened to anything, it was money, and significant public outcry.
And thus, the plan was simple: Either through generous donations, the outspoken voices of concerned citizens, or a mixture of both, swing the Council in opposition to Mark, destabilizing his and therefore Arnd's position. This should result in numerous investigations being launched, the likelihood being high that at least one would uncover the connection between Arnd and Vuk'li, putting Vuk'li's position in jeopardy and likely landing him with fines and jail time. The resulting controversy should put immense pressure on him, leaving nothing left to do but keep the pressure up until he resigns. It was elegant in its simplicity.
The only problem was getting started. He would have to be smart with his donations, hitting the sweet spot between being too small to notice and too large to be innocent. And thus he knew to start with his alternative solution; he would have to track down an anti-Mark group. But he was still weary from his surgery, and he wasn't too concerned with losing a day of progress, and decided instead to kick his feet up and relax, maybe fall asleep to reruns of that one talk show with the cute young presenter.
Prime kurjan ribs delivered to his door and top shelf X'ogan reed wine were the night's menu, with entertainment courtesy of one Wer'eled, a host who seemed determined to wear the thinnest and loosest fabric the censors would let her get away with. As Du'fra indulged, his mind drifted back, as it always would on nights like these, to the days of his relative youth. He was a 34 year old up-and-comer at X'rtan Freight after acing his interview for administrating light post in central Ta'X'rtana and surrounds, with a brand new studio apartment financed by his father, and a charming young woman to call his own: Ber'a Neyil. She had energy exploding from every inch of her tiny body and could talk her way in and out of damn near anything, which was useful skill for a saleswoman. On glorious, youthful nights when they were both tired from work and needed release, Ber'a was known to signal the beginning of the night's events by sporting a lacy gown and demanding that Du'fra follow his instincts. Looking back, Du'fra could name little else he enjoyed from his marriage. Time wore on and things grew comfortable, Du'fra couldn't be more content. Ber'a, however, viewed her continued entrenchment in a cozy routine to be increasingly stale, and sought an escape by suggesting to move away from the city. Du'fra disagreed, and thus the couple engaged in their first fight, with tempers and moods only worsening from there. Though it felt like an eternity of squabbling and growing resentment, only a few months had passed since that initial spat before divorce papers were being signed. By that point, Ber'a was more than done with Du'fra, not caring if he kept her cruiser. Du'fra never saw her again. Every time he reminisced on his marriage, Du'fra debated whether or not staying was a good idea, before shrugging and continuing on with whatever he was doing.
Stars twinkled faintly in the gaps between moonlit clouds, and Du'fra began to drift, slowly, into the waiting arms of sleep.

Day broke, and Du'fra was jolted awake by a sudden pain in his arm, the surgeon warned him about that. His unhooked the Spare Hand from his shoulder, the throbbing he felt was an indication that he should probably take it off before he goes to sleep in future. Breakfast was pe'ka pieces drowning in lija sauce that disappeared down Du'fra's gullet with grotesque haste, there was work to do. Simply typing Mark Stevens into a search bar brought up more results than he knew what to do with. Forums arguing back and forth over why he was on Kerc-en and whether or not he should be allowed to roam free; the supremely tacky MarkWatch page that practically begged him to appear on the show; and, oddly enough, a site claiming to 'spread truths' that would have a hard time convincing even the most hardcore conspiracy theorists. If the government was trying in earnest to kill Arnd, then how in the scream-rent flaming air of the Pit was she still alive? Laughable nonsense. Still, his search bore some fruit, with mentions of live meetings to debate all matters Mark, with an unsubtle negative lean in the poster's text. This, he could use.
The doorbell beeped, pulling Du'fra out of his concentration. He strapped on his Spare Hand and went to answer. The door opened to a police officer whose expression was nothing but business. <"Mister Du'fra Neem?"> he asked.
<"Yes.">
The officer glanced slightly to the left. <"Do you have a permit for that apparatus?">
Du'fra quickly flashed the document in question. <"Might I ask what this visit is about, officer?"> He knew he would get the answer either way, but asking helped his confidence.
<"You have been summoned to attend a hearing at the Central Municipal Tribunal, to determine your sentence for your engagement in an illegal Kre'gadol duel. This hearing will be undertaken on the 15th Dawn of Se'te. The full details are listed in this document."> With form befitting a man in uniform, the lawman presented an envelope.
Du'fra took the envelope only because waiting to let the situation sink in would take too long. The officer nodded, and left, the door slamming shut in his wake. A thorough reading of the summons told Du'fra that everything was as standard: He and the other guilty party were to each present a defense either with their own lawyers or lawyers provided by the state, with expected sentences ranging between two to seven months. At the mention of a month shy of an entire year being snatched away from him, Du'fra's grip tightened on the paper. However, he knew that he would have to face this some day soon, and he had slowly been steeling himself ever since he declared the duel that fateful night. Now, he knew there was no turning back, and he was prepared to learn just how much he was willing to pay for justice.
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<"Dude, I love playing that when I was a kid!"> said Wora exuberantly over video chat. <"I can't believe they still make it.">
Le'quaren, the only friend Wora could name that wasn't perpetually surrounded by criminals and thugs, sat smiling, cradling her newborn in her arms. <"Jell told me it's getting even more popular at the store he frequents, but he's concerned that if his friends find out he plays, he's never going to hear the end of it.">
Wora giggled. She remembered feeling the same way in her youth, spending a solid chunk of the allowance she received from performing chores to buy a pack of cards just for the feeling of anticipation and mystery. It was simpler then, better. Wora thought. <"Hey...">
Today's lunch was a lonely one for Behn. While a significant portion of the women went to have their bi-weekly video calls, she abstained, choosing instead to get in line for food that, without the rest of the prison lining up for their meals and bringing things to a crawl, was comparatively fresh. The food, surprisingly refreshing though it was, was no replacement for Wora's lively demeanour and barbs at the brainless programmes on the television, which the prisoners noted to now be flickering somewhat; the women expected their food to soon take another dip in whatever quality it had left.
At last, and with a tray on which she swore she could see the scrapings from the bottom of the greasy pot in which her meal was cooked, Wora arrived, throwing herself onto the bench beside Behn. The mood was immediately lifted. <"Hey, girl. What'd I miss?">
<"Just some weather boy waffling on about expected wind speeds during Chill Winds. They're gonna be high, but nothing we haven't survived before."> As she heard the young man read the weather report, part of Behn was glad that Arnd apparently spent most of her time in X'rtani House, she would be nice and warm there.
<"Huh. Oh! Did I ever tell you about that one time when my aunt slipped on an ice patch and fell down the stairs of her apartment complex?"> Behn shook her head. <"Yeah. She was fine in the end, nothing more than a few bruises, but she screamed like a damn siren until she hit the floor. A cop came bursting in looking for his buddy's cruiser, muttering that he didn't get a call for a crime in progress! When he saw my aunt, he damn near pissed himself!"> Wora chuckled heartily, and Behn couldn't help but be drawn in. The two women laughed so hard that they missed the opening to that day's episode of MarkWatch.
The pair watched a man too average-looking to form an opinion on confront Mark on a bus, and a thought came to Wora's head. <"Do you have anyone to call on the outside? Friends, family?">
Behn swallowed hard after she removed her gaze from the television and processed the question. <"No. I hadn't noticed I left it all behind until I realized who I was running with. And before you ask: no, I'm not calling my mother."> she clarified, dim resentment on her tongue.
<"You think she would've called by now, given what you've told me.">
<"She's busy doing gods know what with Mark and all that government crap, I wouldn't be surprised if it was years before she called to talk.">
Wora nodded along as only a friend would, recognizing that words were no good here, and returned to her meal.

<"You reckon he couldn't have gone shorter? Show some arm?"> asked Wora in relation to the tailored suit MarkWatch's presenters accurately predicted he had arranged for.
<"Meh, it's probably fashionable where he's from. It's not my business in any case."> replied Behn, squat lifting the weight of the average prisoner in the complex. It was simple. It certainly wasn't a heavy machine gun, two backpacks worth of ammo, malante plate body armor... <'No, gods damn it! You're past that! The violence is no more! Just squat and breathe, Behn.'> She squatted, she breathed, she felt her thighs grow warm with the effort, focusing on that helped her stay in the moment.
<"Behn?">
<"Sorry, I spaced out a bit, what'd you say?">
Wora pointed past Behn, whose gaze followed her friends finger. Four surly women, with enough muscle between them to convince Behn that they could bend the collective population of the prison into thick knots. They closed in and Behn put the barbell back on the rack. She and the quartet's eyes met, and the clear challenge was recognized.
<"So,"> began a X'etish woman who dwarfed the others. <"Miss Ex-Fang here's got 48 lifetimes, eh? Not bad, pint-size."> She giggled, her yellowed and chipped fangs on full display. <"See, there's something about multiple life sentences that I'm sure you know: You step out of line, and you're in solitary.">
<"I'm aware."> replied Behn, knowing exactly where this was going.
<"So then you know that you can't fight anyone, correct?"> the woman sneered, leaning down so her jaw was inches from Behn's face. Behn didn't notice a X'rtani woman slinking out of view.
<"Correct.">
The woman stood back up. <"Good.">
Behn was seized from behind, a second X'rtani clamping her jaw shut <"Don't go crying now."> she taunted. Wora hollered for the guards, only to be grabbed by the jaw and thrown to the ground by the X'eti, who roughly held her face to the floor. Struggle as she might, Wora was helpless and silent in witnessing Behn's right arm being held out by a X'ogan woman, her mouth warped into a savage grin. <"You learn that we're the bosses in this yard right quick, or..."> And with a visceral crunch that turned both Behn and Wora's stomach, the woman bit down on Behn's thumb, removing it at the base. She spat it on the ground and chuckled, her jowls splotched with bloody yellow. Behn, pain and disgust twisting inside her, swayed at the sight of her own blood. Finally, the guards arrived, detaining the perpetrators. Upon her attacker's seizure, gore-induced vomit spilled from Behn's newly unclamped jaw, and she staggered to the floor, lightheaded and queasy.
As the assailants were taken away, a guard administered basic first aid to Behn while calling for a medical team for the two victims. Before long, a team arrived with a mag-lifted bed for Behn, they immediately administered an anesthetic and antibiotics to the wound, and they rushed Behn off to the prison station's medical ward. Wora, her head throbbing, was helped off the ground by the guard who stood beside Behn, and was led from the yard as she explained the altercation.

Wora's impatience was not due to the aches she felt as her injuries were examined in the medical ward.
<"You appear to have a mild concussion and some bruising."> noted the doctor. The guard present relayed this information to her fellow officers in Wora's arm of the prison. <"There's no cure for a concussion but rest and limiting stimulus; no television, no major physical activity, and keep socializing to a minimum for the next few days. I'll have pills regularly sent to your cell to help with pain, and I'll arrange for your meals to be sent to your cell, too. In the meantime, I can provide you with a blindfold and earmuffs to help limit stimulus."> The physician filled out application forms as she spoke. <"You should begin to first see results in a few days, and I'll have you come in for an examination in seven days.">
<"Fine, cool, whatever."> said Wora. <"Is Behn going to be okay?">
<"Your cellmate? Due to patient confidentiality, I can't give that information away. But I'll ask her if it's okay, and we'll go from there.">
<"Yes, please."> Restlessness was thick in her tone.
The doctor blinked at her for a moment, before turning back to her computer. <"Alright. We'll arrange someone to visit you in your cell as soon as possible."> She turned to the guard, handing her the stimulus-limiting headwear. <"Shel, please escort Miss Lakk back to her cell, and be sure to take the quiet routes.">
<"Of course, Doctor. You heard her, get these on you and I'll get you back safe."> the officer held the blindfold and earmuffs out to Wora, who took them begrudgingly.
The blindfold didn't so much as blind Wora, but rather kept her vision dim, which she admittedly appreciated given her injury, the earmuffs too aided in the easing of her headache; they didn't help ease the throbbing she felt from her bruises, though.
When Wora arrived back at her cell, she saw some pills already arranged on her bedside table; they tasted like everything and nothing at the same time, she nearly gagged. After chasing her medication with some water, she slumped down onto the bed and dozed, her body seemingly responding to the doctor's orders.
She later woke with a start as a guard outside her cell called for her attention. <"Miss Kell? Miss Kolr would like to see you in the medical ward, I'm here to escort you.">
Wora didn't miss a beat, immediately following the guard through the passageways prisoners usually only got to see if they were in deep trouble, add-years-onto-your-sentence trouble. All the way, she was thankful for the headwear provided, and was finally deposited into the medical ward after an uneventful journey. A doctor, noticeably armed - it was a prison, after all - directed Wora to Behn's bed.
Behn laid propped up in a hospital bed with her eyes closed, grimacing in pain. Her right arm and hand were held still by braces as a tissue replicator went to work reattaching her thumb with new bone, muscle fibers, and skin weaved from their constituent components coded with her DNA, given in a sample taken from the shredded stump of her thumb. Wora noticed that a small curtain had been set up to block Behn's view of her automated operation.
<"Behn, it's me."> said Wora, sitting by her bedside.
Behn's eyes slowly opened, brightening when her friend came into focus. <"Hey sis. Wh-ugh, what's with the sleepwear?"> she asked sardonically.
<"Concussion, but I'll be fine. How about you?">
<"I should be okay, too. The doc said that this should take just fine, given that it's mostly a reattachment. At best, I'm looking at minor scars.">
Wora raised an eyebrow. <"And at worst?">
<"My body rejects the new tissue, my thumb falls off, and they try again."> Behn explained nonchalantly, as though the sight of such wouldn't result in her puking again.
<"Ah."> Though her tone didn't show it, in truth, Wora was truly relieved that her friend, despite her gruesome injury, was still in high spirits. One question remained, however. <"So, you're looking at a stint in solitary?">
<"Nah, enough of the girls in the yard vouched for me that I'm off the hook this time. I got told that those dry cunts are in lockdown for half a month and their pay's been slashed. Next time they jump someone, they're in solitary for a month, with an extra month for each following attack. And the best part, I now have express permission to defend myself from those four in future."> Behn giggled. <"I mean, so long as I don't break anything.">
<"Oh, thank the gods, I didn't want to lose you."> expressed Wora, not realizing until after she had said it that she said the quiet part out loud.
<"Aww, you would've missed me?"> Behn barbed.
Wora knew there was no backing out now. <"Of course, you dumbass! You're the only cellmate I can name that I've gotten along with.">
Listening to Wora lay herself bare, Behn couldn't remember the last time her presence made someone genuinely happy beyond her deft handling of a firearm. She smiled warmly and extended her uninjured arm toward her friend, placing her hand on Wora's knee. <"Hey, I'm not shut in a hole just yet, so buck up!">
Wora sighed, content. <"You're right. Just don't go scaring me like that again, okay?">
<"Sure, sis.">
<"So, how long did the doc say you'd be stuck here for?">
<"They reckon they'll see if this'll take in a day or so. If it does, I'm free to go. Well, as free as I can be on this rock, at least. I'll be back to see your lack of modesty again soon.">
Wora's expression grew smug. <"You know you love it."> she mocked.
Behn sniggered, transitioning into full on laughter when Wora mockingly began lifting her shirt. Wora joined in, letting the joy of the moment wash away any lingering doubts and worries. Now she knew that she, her friend, and their bond, was safe.
~~~
The bus glode smoothly past shop-lined streets as Mark stared out the window, attempting to map out the city in his mind while wondering where he could get a set of headphones built for his ears. It stopped outside a family-owned grocer to let waiting passengers board. Before the bus could take off again, a thin man carrying a basket of food approached Mark.
<"What're you doing here?"> he asked belligerently.
Mark was shaken from his window watching by the man's question. "Can I help you?" he asked politely.
<"This bus isn't built for you."> the basket-carrier stated with certainty. <"Get off.">
Mark blinked. "... Pardon?"
The man's already scowl-creased face scrunched further, his jowls parted just enough for a thin white line of fangs to be visible between his jaws. <"Are you mocking me? Get off the damn bus!"> he insisted, shooting a finger at the side door.
Mark knew then what was happening. He knew it would happen eventually, but he wasn't entirely prepared for the sensation of the event itself. Still, he retained his composure. "Please leave me be, sir." he said firmly.
The man, clearly knowing that he wasn't going to get his way alone, stormed up to the driver's seat and demanded Mark to be removed from the vehicle. <"Buddy, the guy ain't causin' no trouble. You leave 'em alone or you're walkin'."> the driver said matter-of-factly.
The man, finally understanding his place in the proceedings, shot a nasty look Mark's way, and stepped off the bus.

"That guy on the bus surprised me. I've noticed that nobody here's all that subtle, but nobody's been that forward thus far." said Mark, recounting yesterday's encounter with a concerned citizen on public transport.
Rilk'r, Mark's companion at the cafeteria table, nodded along to the human's retelling, aware of the encounter in question from today's episode of MarkWatch. <"Don't let 'em get to you. You really shouldn't have to put up with that shit, but if it's just a handful of belligerent dicks, you don't have much to worry about. You stay the course, and they'll get over it eventually.">
While Mark wasn't entirely convinced, stressing over factors out of one's control did little good. "Yeah."
The conversation paused as the two men dug into their lunches, picking up again when Rilk'r asked: <"So, how's that gym treating you?">
"Pretty well, actually. It's a bit stuffy, but I can't complain too much. I imagine you learned about that from the news?"
Rilk'r looked hurt. <"The news? I helped put the damn thing together!">
Mark choked on his water, drawing eyes from employees that he had hoped would be used to his presence by now. "Wait, really? You never told me!"
<"I like my customers to leave their reviews after they've put my work to the test."> Rilk'r said smugly.
"Heh. Well, I've certainly seen worse equipment." He would never forget that one squat rack in Anytime Fitness that fell apart the instant he re-racked his bar.
Rilk'r chuckled. <"Glowing praise, that.">
And once again, the two men put their chat on hold while they ate. Rilk'r cleaned his tray before Mark, to neither's surprise, and waved as he returned to work. Uns'la pointed a finger gun as she linked up with Rilk'r, Mark returned it. As his tray neared empty, Arnd, who too was using the break in the day's lesson to eat her fill, came up to the table.
<"You think you could pick up the pace a bit? We still have the last decade of the Crisis of the Peaks to cover, and I don't want it spilling into my free day."> she asked, the tapping of her foot on the tiled floor akin to a metronome with no patience for rhythm.
"What do you think I'm doing?" replied Mark, now shoveling his gravy-soaked wobunil chunks into his mouth at as fast a pace as their size allowed. Before long, and with many painful attempts to swallow mouthfuls in excess of his throat's capacity, Mark emptied his tray. He also made a mental note to, if he ever made it back to Earth, tell Percy about that time he almost took too much meat for his throat to handle, giggling childishly to himself.
After he quickly gulped down water from a paper cup, Mark was ready to return. Arnd watched impatiently as Mark nodded to the guard stationed outside the bar, with her impatience morphing to simple annoyance when Mark paused to pull out his data pad. This annoyance turned to frustration when Mark turned on his heels and walked back toward her.
"I gotta go, T'aro wants me in R&D immediately. We'll pick up with Crisis when I get back." And with that, Mark was off toward the elevators and Arnd was left watching him go.
Jan'u came up to her, licking his jowls clean of gravy. <"What's he up to now?">
Arnd deflated. <"Doesn't matter. Come on, Nelert's Bones is out and I wanna see if it lives up to the trailers.">

Beneath the mountain, with K'ul stalwart by his side, T'aro paced, second-guessing whether this was a good idea.
Yesterday, as the moon shone as a silver crescent high above the city, T'aro oversaw the first test of a circular bone saw attachment to F'ejen's shield-focused surgical tool. The device whirred, the multitude of tiny energy blades blurring together to form a single, uniform disc of light at the tip of the apparatus. With precision, F'ejen lowered the device down on to, in absence of replicated human bone, a plate of what T'aro dubbed 'Malante Squared', a substance that acted as a less refined, less dense x'erren attempt at N.L.N.A, the substance that comprised the hull of Mark's detached cockpit. Upon contact, the saw squealed as it battled its target, but both it and F'ejen held firm, and the doctor soon excavated a near-perfect square from the mass. A few moments after F'ejen shut the device off, he was told that this attachment too passed safety and stability tests. F'ejen nodded proudly at this victory and ticked off yet another test on his notepad he pulled from his breast pocket; thus far, among other tools, he had successfully tested: a scalpel with adjustable length, a needle tip, a drill, and scissors.
F'ejen stepped out of the testing room, discarding his gloves and shoes, and loosing his ears. <"Well, what's next on the docket?"> he asked, softly massaging his aching ears.
<"Staples. Although how you plan on making this work, I have no clue."> replied T'aro, looking over the list of planned tools.
Listening to T'aro launch into further detail of the task's complications, F'ejen couldn't help but think. <"So, remind me; Mark's more or less on your side now?">
<"He promised that the antics were over, so ostensibly, yes.">
<"... Then shouldn't you tell him about all this?"> asked F'ejen, gesturing to the testing room where a team was examining the surgical apparatus.
T'aro looked at the doctor in stunned disbelief. <"Out of the question. If you've read Mark's contract, and I know you have, you'll know he has the legal right to shut this entire operation down at any time he so wishes. The instant he sees us developing this technology, I've no doubt in my mind that his first act would be to demand that development ceases. His second would be to demand a release from his contract, which is also his legal right.">
<"I take it then he still doesn't trust us?">
<"He said so himself."> said T'aro pointedly.
<"And do you think he'll trust us any more if we continue keeping secrets?"> questioned F'ejen, turning to face the administrator.
T'aro turned in kind. <"I am the director of this project and I will not be questioned.">
<"I have been a surgeon since before you came of age."> the doctor stated firmly, letting his experience drive his words. <"I have worked at many hospitals and have tended to very many patients. The longer you lie to a patient, even if the lie is entirely for the patient's benefit, the harsher they react when the truth comes out. When Mark tried to escape, he was in a panic, trying to tunnel away from the force he thought he could not fight. But what do you think he'll to do now that he's come to know us, to adapt to us? I know you have the means to bring him in again, but none of them are quiet enough for you to get away with it."> F'ejen leaned in, craning his neck upward to get face-to-face with his junior. <"You open up now, or the decades you've spent on this project go up in smoke.">
T'aro could say nothing to the physician as he produced a pack of lija from his pocket, bit down on a pod, and ambled out of the room saying that he was going to bed. T'aro stood blinking into the silent air for a few long minutes after the doctor had left, before deciding: <"Not the samples, that's too far.">

T'aro's pacing and fretting was interrupted by Mark rounding the corner into R&D, his face a portrait of curiosity and apprehension. "You called?" he said flatly.
T'aro straightened. <"Yes, I did. I'm glad you could make it so promptly.">
Mark shrugged. "You said immediately. So, what's up?"
T'aro turned, gesturing Mark to follow. <"As you well know, I wouldn't be doing my job as head of extraterrestrial affairs if I didn't look after the health of those that fall under my jurisdiction. I've already made steps to accommodate this in providing you proper nourishment and the personal gym - which I've noticed you've taken quite a fancy to."> Mark nodded, he would be lying if he denied his enjoyment of having regular, challenging exercise as part of his daily routine again. <"Regardless, this is just the surface; I'm frankly shocked you've not yet fallen ill, I'll chalk that up to your immune system being just as hardy as your body. That body, Mister Stevens, however durable, is still mortal. If you were to suffer an injury, it would need to be tended to. You could recover from nicks and bruises on your own, but more severe injuries: broken bones, deep lacerations, etcetera, those would require medical attention, even surgery.">
Mark didn't know whether or not to ease himself now that the man was getting to the damned point, as said point's subject matter put him on edge.
<"Unfortunately,"> T'aro continued. <"The same implacable nature of your physiology that keeps you safe from the same rounds that would put a hole in a x'erren man large enough to stick one's hand through, would similarly keep standard surgical tools from being able to do their work. Thus, when doctor Rour brought forth the idea of using projected shields in place of metal or glass blades, I had to jump at the chance.">
With impeccable timing that told Mark that T'aro had thoroughly rehearsed this speech of his, the X'erren gestured Mark through a door to his left. Upon entry, Mark realized that his initial mixed feelings were nothing compared to what he felt looking upon the implements in person, their pristine, rounded forms catching the light in a way that made them look both sacred and profane, and they weren't even turned on!
T'aro stood beside the human. <"As you can see, we've developed a range of attachments, with more on the way. I understand any apprehension you may have, Mister Stevens, but you must understand that without this, there is no way for anyone in x'erren space to aid you should the need arise.">
"... Have you tested these?"
<"On varying metals, yes. And I can confirm that these tools are up to the job.">
"Then, may I see them in action?"
T'aro knew not to ease himself just yet, but part of him was glad that Mark remained at least outwardly calm. <"If I can manage to rouse doctor Rour, then yes.">
In the tense calm following T'aro's message to F'ejen, Mark found his eyes always drifting toward the assortment of attachments laid out on the table beyond the viewing window, and tried to fit each adapter to a purpose. He was in the middle of inspecting the needle tip when the door opened to F'ejen, who, upon seeing Mark, immediately sported a smile.
<"Mark! How are you?">
"Just fine, thanks."
<"Mister Rour! Glad you're here. Now, shall we begin the demonstration?"> said T'aro as though yesterday's conversation never happened.
<"That we shall."> replied F'ejen in kind.
And after F'ejen donned his surgical garb, he did just that, lighting the space and filling the air with the sound of humming shields projectors and screeching metal as he sliced, drilled, and punctured a sheet of malante2. All the while, T'aro explained the substance's origin, reminding Mark that, given its nature as a recreation of an entirely human creation, he could shut down its production and research thereof at any moment. Mark politely declined.
Before long, each tool, including the staples, had been demonstrated in full, and F'ejen rejoined the pair in the viewing room. <"So,"> he said. <"what do you think?">
Mark thought a moment. "I think that this is not only a brilliant piece of tech, but that it exists for my sake is very considerate of you both." His words, while genuine, were tinged with doubt, something that his x'erren listeners were all too aware of. "I do wish, however, that you would have notified me beforehand, for both the tools and the metal."
F'ejen and T'aro apologized for their lack of foresight and, with a gesture from Mark that he was satisfied with the showcase, followed him out into the hallway.
As the trio made their way back to the surface, K'ul keeping stride with T'aro, Mark tapped F'ejen on the shoulder. "Hey, are you free for a bit? I have some questions I'd like to ask."
<"Of course, we can talk over lunch.">
T'aro was mildly distressed at the apparent desire for him to not be present, but he understood. He stopped the pair, telling them to go on without him as he had to oversee maintenance performed on the gym. He watched as Mark and F'ejen rounded a corner and hoped for the best.

F'ejen returned to the cafeteria table with a small mantan leaf wrap, understanding that Mark went without food because he had already ate. <"So, bud, what do you need to know?">
Mark had loosened somewhat in T'aro's absence, but still hesitated slightly when asking. <"Are those tools really for surgery?">
The doctor paused mid-bite. <"I brought up the idea of using shields as a substitute for metal, why wouldn't they be for surgery?">
"I know, but that's not what I meant. It's more..." Mark looked around to see if anyone suspicious was watching. "Are they really there to mend injuries, are they really there to help me?"
F'ejen laid his wrap down, sighing in understanding. <"Look, man, I get that you don't trust T'aro, I wouldn't trust him either after what he's pulled. But I can tell you straight that this is legit. You can trust this.">
Mark didn't know if he felt any better after having it said to him so plainly. "I just hope they never have to be used."
<"No true surgeon ever wants their tools to leave storage. If I had my way, everyone would always be healthy and surgery would be a dead field."> He bit into his wrap, and Mark agreed.
~~~
Du'fra stepped out through the hospital's front doors, a prescription for pain medication in his hand and a thick cast on his arm. It took time and a lot of pain to realign the halves of his shattered forearm, and by the time the cast was on, the doctors had confirmed that this level of damage could take at minimum four months to heal, and years to regain full strength once he had the internal plates and pins removed. Before he left the ward, he opted to hire a Spare Hand: a robotic arm strapped to one's shoulder controlled by brainwaves monitored by a small headpiece, to replace one's out of commission arm while it healed, held aloft in a sling. Healthcare was a dream in Ta'X'rtana, and thus the only money that left Du'fra's coffers was the hire fee for the Spare Hand, and a handful of chump change for a surprisingly good hospital meal on his way out. He finished his meal in the office courtyard, carelessly tossing the container aside when his taxi arrived.
As the vehicle navigated the city's airspace, Du'fra checked his cruiser's tracker, and found it to be impounded in a lot across town. He decided that it could rot there for all he cared, he still had the cruiser he got in his divorce. He was both shocked and glad that the parasites now sitting in the executive chairs at X'rtan Freight hadn't stolen anything from him while he was out. With that thought, he searched The Flow for any news pertaining to X'rtan Freight, and came by an article reporting on the new Acting Chief Vuk'li's ascension to the top of the company and his donation of 500 billion ker'se to the Men-te Relief Fund to commemorate his rise. <"That brakk fucker worked in marketing before he was hired there, of course he'd pull a stunt like this."> growled Du'fra. In his fury, he instinctively reached out for a pack of first-grade lija pods, and remembered the one thing in his old cruiser that he would miss.
Errant dust was blown off the rooftop by the taxi's arrival to Du'fra's apartment. Air-capable taxi fare took a bigger bite out of one's pockets than a standard ride, but Du'fra didn't care. Once inside his building, Du'fra quickly reminded himself where the set of keys to his ex wife's cruiser were, and then got to work. Where it once felt drab and lifeless, his office now felt fresh, given its new purpose. Typing with an artificial hand was awkward despite the practice doctors mandated before Du'fra could take it home with him, and he continually made spelling errors that served only to add to his mounting frustrations. Even with this new complication, however, it didn't take long for Du'fra to find what he was looking for.
Arnd Kolr's online life was scarce. All Du'fra could dig up was a seldom used Conclave account, the last activity of which was to trawl the forum of a middlingly popular book series and the account of her work hard-play hard daughter. A daughter that, with a quick search, Du'fra found to be in prison for gang activity dating back years. Familial association was not proper grounds for legal action, though, so he had to find another avenue. From news sources, he read claims that she was either hired by the government or arrested and held in X'rtani House until further notice. All Du'fra knew as of yet was that she, in her current position, was effectively untouchable. At least, if Du'fra was alone. It was common knowledge among those who did any cursory research that Arnd had close ties to Mark, someone who, though protected, was in a state of political flux, with talks going back and forth regarding the alien and how to handle him. And if politicians listened to anything, it was money, and significant public outcry.
And thus, the plan was simple: Either through generous donations, the outspoken voices of concerned citizens, or a mixture of both, swing the Council in opposition to Mark, destabilizing his and therefore Arnd's position. This should result in numerous investigations being launched, the likelihood being high that at least one would uncover the connection between Arnd and Vuk'li, putting Vuk'li's position in jeopardy and likely landing him with fines and jail time. The resulting controversy should put immense pressure on him, leaving nothing left to do but keep the pressure up until he resigns. It was elegant in its simplicity.
The only problem was getting started. He would have to be smart with his donations, hitting the sweet spot between being too small to notice and too large to be innocent. And thus he knew to start with his alternative solution; he would have to track down an anti-Mark group. But he was still weary from his surgery, and he wasn't too concerned with losing a day of progress, and decided instead to kick his feet up and relax, maybe fall asleep to reruns of that one talk show with the cute young presenter.
Prime kurjan ribs delivered to his door and top shelf X'ogan reed wine were the night's menu, with entertainment courtesy of one Wer'eled, a host who seemed determined to wear the thinnest and loosest fabric the censors would let her get away with. As Du'fra indulged, his mind drifted back, as it always would on nights like these, to the days of his relative youth. He was a 34 year old up-and-comer at X'rtan Freight after acing his interview for administrating light post in central Ta'X'rtana and surrounds, with a brand new studio apartment financed by his father, and a charming young woman to call his own: Ber'a Neyil. She had energy exploding from every inch of her tiny body and could talk her way in and out of damn near anything, which was useful skill for a saleswoman. On glorious, youthful nights when they were both tired from work and needed release, Ber'a was known to signal the beginning of the night's events by sporting a lacy gown and demanding that Du'fra follow his instincts. Looking back, Du'fra could name little else he enjoyed from his marriage. Time wore on and things grew comfortable, Du'fra couldn't be more content. Ber'a, however, viewed her continued entrenchment in a cozy routine to be increasingly stale, and sought an escape by suggesting to move away from the city. Du'fra disagreed, and thus the couple engaged in their first fight, with tempers and moods only worsening from there. Though it felt like an eternity of squabbling and growing resentment, only a few months had passed since that initial spat before divorce papers were being signed. By that point, Ber'a was more than done with Du'fra, not caring if he kept her cruiser. Du'fra never saw her again. Every time he reminisced on his marriage, Du'fra debated whether or not staying was a good idea, before shrugging and continuing on with whatever he was doing.
Stars twinkled faintly in the gaps between moonlit clouds, and Du'fra began to drift, slowly, into the waiting arms of sleep.

Day broke, and Du'fra was jolted awake by a sudden pain in his arm, the surgeon warned him about that. His unhooked the Spare Hand from his shoulder, the throbbing he felt was an indication that he should probably take it off before he goes to sleep in future. Breakfast was pe'ka pieces drowning in lija sauce that disappeared down Du'fra's gullet with grotesque haste, there was work to do. Simply typing Mark Stevens into a search bar brought up more results than he knew what to do with. Forums arguing back and forth over why he was on Kerc-en and whether or not he should be allowed to roam free; the supremely tacky MarkWatch page that practically begged him to appear on the show; and, oddly enough, a site claiming to 'spread truths' that would have a hard time convincing even the most hardcore conspiracy theorists. If the government was trying in earnest to kill Arnd, then how in the scream-rent flaming air of the Pit was she still alive? Laughable nonsense. Still, his search bore some fruit, with mentions of live meetings to debate all matters Mark, with an unsubtle negative lean in the poster's text. This, he could use.
The doorbell beeped, pulling Du'fra out of his concentration. He strapped on his Spare Hand and went to answer. The door opened to a police officer whose expression was nothing but business. <"Mister Du'fra Neem?"> he asked.
<"Yes.">
The officer glanced slightly to the left. <"Do you have a permit for that apparatus?">
Du'fra quickly flashed the document in question. <"Might I ask what this visit is about, officer?"> He knew he would get the answer either way, but asking helped his confidence.
<"You have been summoned to attend a hearing at the Central Municipal Tribunal, to determine your sentence for your engagement in an illegal Kre'gadol duel. This hearing will be undertaken on the 15th Dawn of Se'te. The full details are listed in this document."> With form befitting a man in uniform, the lawman presented an envelope.
Du'fra took the envelope only because waiting to let the situation sink in would take too long. The officer nodded, and left, the door slamming shut in his wake. A thorough reading of the summons told Du'fra that everything was as standard: He and the other guilty party were to each present a defense either with their own lawyers or lawyers provided by the state, with expected sentences ranging between two to seven months. At the mention of a month shy of an entire year being snatched away from him, Du'fra's grip tightened on the paper. However, he knew that he would have to face this some day soon, and he had slowly been steeling himself ever since he declared the duel that fateful night. Now, he knew there was no turning back, and he was prepared to learn just how much he was willing to pay for justice.
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2020.09.21 02:35 penguinluve Just found my(39fLL) husband(51mHL) on a dating site

Some background. We've been dead for a about 6 months but been heading there for a while. Two years ago I was relocated for work and it devastated me. We were having problems before then but the move was really hard on me, not so much on him.
Before we moved he found out about some abuse I experienced as a child. I wish he didn't know. It really bothers me that he knows. Also we had problems with me getting wet (lost the ability after a big surgery) and him not seeming to want to use lube even when I asked for it.
So the sex just got less and less. I'm the LL now and he is HL. He is always saying he wants sex and touching me in secual ways and we have even tried to have sex a few times. I'm just not into it AT ALL. I feel terrible, I feel guilty but I just can't get into it. The last time I blew up cause I needed lube and when I asked for it twice he didn't get it. Just kept going and I lost it. We have only tried once since then.
I want to want to have sex. I am so stressed out. I'm pretty sure I'm depressed and the quarantine isn't helping and on top of that I am working 15 hrs of OT nearly every week now. I'm exhausted and stressed and depressed. Our anniversary is coming up in a few weeks and I feel like I'm failing cause we aren't having any sex.
I found out he was on dating site cause we got new phones and when I set his up I saw the app. I made a fake profile and found him and he was even online. I felt a jolt of fear and then sad then nothing. I don't even know if I care. I mean I'm not doing it for him anymore. I just don't know what to do or how I feel.
Thanks for letting me rant.
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2020.09.21 02:35 unsureNsore [IWantOut] 20M Australia -> UK

I’m currently filling out my application for a UK Ancestry Visa, however I have a query over the intended travel date option. As I understand it, you are able to apply to extend or move the dates of the 30-Day Vignette to a later date if necessary, however is it also possible to change the vignette to an earlier date? The UK government site does not provide much information on changing to an earlier date.
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