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Put one of Apple's new 27-inch Core i7 iMacs on your desk, and you run the risk of alienating yourself from your friends, co-workers and loved ones.
Apple 27-Inch iMac
Did we mention the screen? Sexpot good looks. Core i7 processor is fast enough for the autobahn, and quad-core technology means you get support for next year's apps today.
All-glass front enclosure throws off enough glare to give you a tan. Screen is too big for anyone under 6-foot-2, unless they're sitting on a phone book. Speakers have too much low-end. You're better off hooking up some sleek Harman Kardons or, better yet, some primo headphones.
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- 1/10A complete failure in every way
- 2/10Sad, really
- 3/10Serious flaws; proceed with caution
- 4/10Downsides outweigh upsides
- 5/10Recommended with reservations
- 6/10Solid with some issues
- 7/10Very good, but not quite great
- 8/10Excellent, with room to kvetch
- 9/10Nearly flawless
- 10/10Metaphysical perfection
Sure, the sheer speed of the thing is amazing — the new Core i7 processor is outrageously fast — but it's the massive screen that will turn your brain into a gob of HD-saturated jelly. Seriously. The iMac's screen is so freaking huge, so bright and so crisp, it will render you dumb with child-like glee. You'll just want to sit there and watch movies all day and night.
Don't get us wrong, the guts aren't so bad, either. The top-of-the-line iMac is stocked with Intel's 2.8-GHz Core i7 "Lynnfield" quad-core processor. It's not only ridiculously fast to begin with, but it has the ability to dynamically overclock itself when it needs an extra boost. (Intel calls this Turbo Mode.)
The base-model Core i7 iMac also comes with a 1-TB hard drive, 4 GB of RAM (the model we tested had 8 GB) and an ATI Radeon HD 4850 graphics card — not the best graphics hardware, but perfectly acceptable for everyday tasks like watching movies, editing HD videos and playing most games. A wireless keyboard and the new multitouch-enhanced Magic Mouse complete the package.
The machine's "chin," the aluminum strip that runs along the bottom edge of the screen, is notably slimmer on this model than previous iMacs. Hidden underneath it are a pair of speakers. They sound a bit muffled, but they pump out enough volume to annoy the neighbors properly.
That said, the iMac's most striking feature isn't the chip on the inside or the refashioned chin. Make no mistake: This machine is all about its gargantuan, stupidly massive, comically oversized but utterly gorgeous display.
The 16:9 widescreen panel is LED-powered, so it's extremely bright. Whites appear truly white, blacks are solidly black, and bright colors burn with intensity.
The screen is encased in edge-to-edge glass, and it reflects an uncomfortable amount of glare in a sunlit room. That's where the extra brightness becomes a plus, but you'll find yourself cranking the brightness down to about 50 percent after sundown.
Glare aside, it is exceedingly handsome display. With 2,560 x 1,440 pixels, it's well beyond high-def resolution. Any HD movie looks terrific, whether it was shot in Hollywood or in your apartment. We soaked up Watchmen on DVD, a few episodes of House on Hulu, and an HD capture of a Radiohead concert, all in full-screen mode. Nothing came close to testing the limits of the processor or the graphics card, and of course everything looked stellar.
While the iMac's supersized 27-inch screen commands attention, the speed of the Core i7 processor commands respect. We hooked up a Drobo filled with about 350 GB of music, then watched iTunes index the whole thing in under 4 minutes. Compare this to the 20-or-so minutes it took our Core 2 Duo Mac Mini to index the same library. Ripping a 2-hour DVD in Handbrake took just under a half an hour — the MacMini took twice as long.
The are some minor touches that earn bonus points. If you want to upgrade the RAM yourself (we beefed ours up to 8 GB) the memory bay is easy to access through a trapdoor under the chin. The aluminum case isbeveled and sleek, but it hides an array of ports (four USB and one FireWire, optical in and outs for audio) tucked in the lower corner around back. The Mini DisplayPort also doubles as an input, so you can use your iMac as a secondary display or even (with the correct adapter) as an HDTV.
A SuperDrive and an SD card reader are also standard issue. A nice touch: Your SD card sticks out about a third of the way when fully inserted, so you won't leave it in the computer and forget to put it back into your camera.
One last caveat. The iMac is so large, it's tough to sit in front of it properly. Ergonomic experts recommend you situate the top of your screen at or just slightly below eye level, a position we found impossible with two different desks and three different chairs.
Time for a trip to IKEA.
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Chapter 27 - Reflection.
If I had one wish,
It would be to stay with you forever,
I look into the mirror,
And the lake,
And I see us looking back.
I pause and it is still.
If only I could capture it,
Keep it, stop it
From disappearing.
Then we could be forever.
I was glad that we had made up. I hated arguing with him. I had been my fault though, and I felt so stupid that I had initiated such a trivial argument. I had almost risked our relationship just to try and make myself look right.
At least he had forgiven me though. He was also in the wrong, but I forgave him. I would have forgiven him for anything. Which made me sound delusional, but I honestly would have, as I knew that we were destined to be together. These feelings that I had were the strongest I had ever experienced; they were true, and overpowering of any other feelings I had. They were so boldly telling me to follow their path, and I could not ignore them. They were the light at the end of the tunnel; the zenith of what I was trying to achieve. All I could do was follow this diamond-laced road, and ignore the dark alleyways of other notions and directions that I could act upon. I did not want to go down those paths; I was happy with the road I was following, as I knew its final destination was where I wanted to be.
Even though the argument had upset both of us, I felt we had gained from it. Because we were now even more determined to make our relationship work. It had been a wake-up call to me, showing me that I could never lose him. That I had to make an effort with this, as it would affect me for the rest of my life. He had seen it too, and we promised each other that whatever happened, we would resolve it, and never lose contact, even for a day.
Recently we had tried to make more of an effort to see each other. And it was working. We would stay with each other after college each night, and then see each other for extra during the mornings. The Christmas holidays had started now, and it made me think of last Christmas, when I had received that present off of my current fixation. How happy it had made me feel when I realised it had been from him. I knew this Christmas would be even better.
Now that it was the holidays, I could see him more. We didn't have college to distract us. We could spend every day up until Christmas together, ignoring everything else. He came round mine, I went round his, and we went into town, and various other places. It was cold, but not cold enough for snow just yet. I hoped that it would snow at some point, being Christmas, but I did not want the cold that came with it. When it was cold there were fewer things we could do together, such as going out. There was no sitting on picnic blankets in the park with winter, no lying together on the beach, or in the soft grasses by the river. It was a purely indoor season, which I did not like. Yes, we could watch films together, and many other things, but it didn't compare to our outside excursions we had so willingly participated in during the summer.
I was leaving to go on holiday on the 23rd, the day before Christmas Eve, and so I wouldn't see him until at least a couple of days before New Years. He had unexpectedly arranged for us to spend a day together outside, in a place I had never been before. It was still cold, and so I was reluctant at first, but he assured me that I would not want to miss it. And it meant extra time with him, which was all that I wanted. Even for Christmas I did not want anything else. We were not getting each other presents this year, just spending time with each other. The best present I could have wanted, and a money saver.
The place he took me was nearer where he lived than where I did. It was far out, in the countryside, surrounded by various different trees. Many of them had lost their leaves. Some retained a few orange-brown adornments, but mostly they were branches and twigs. There were fir trees around as well, which had kept their greenness, and I smiled to myself at the sight of life in such a dead season.
We walked for a while, first down a well-cleared path, then down another path that was surrounded by brambles and various other nasty looking plants. Plants that I did not want obscuring our trip together. After that path we became surrounded by green trees, almost like Christmas trees. They were laced with raindrops that had fallen in the morning. The path was now gone, and we made our way through the trees, following only clear space.
I was wondering how long it would take to reach where we were going. We had been walking for quite a while now. My necklace was beginning to feel slightly loose against my skin, and I touched the back to make sure it wasn't broken. The catch on it seemed fine, but it did not stop me worrying about its safety.
We must have been walking for about a mile when he stopped, and turned round to face me. He let go of my hand and instead placed his hands around my sides, pulling me towards him.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
He took my hand, and led me further through the trees, which were gently sloping with the gradient of the earth. We walked down and down, until I noticed something shimmering slightly in the distance.
"What's that?"
"You wait and see." He smiled at me, and carried on taking me forwards. As we got closer I realised it was a massive lake, surrounded by fir trees. The light from the sun hit the cool body of water and sent sparkles bouncing off in different directions. The air was still around here; not even a ripple tainted the smoothness of the water. We got closer still, hand in hand and dazzled by the light.
"What is this place?"
"Not many people know about it. I found it once while walking, and I thought you'd like it."
"I do, I love it." I hugged him, embracing with the warmth I was getting from him.
"Shall we go right up to it?" He gestured towards the lake, and I was intrigued to move in closer, and so followed him.
The water in the lake was almost clear, and there was a lot of it. The lake must have stretched out over a quarter of a mile, and it was deep. The slope down to it was sudden, and it was impossible to reach the bottom with hands alone. We sat down beside it, looking into the water. I could see our reflection, slightly distorted by the shape of the water. We were together, arms round each other, smiling. Happy. As happy as I could ever be, as I knew he was there with me. And he was not just a reflection; he was real, and mine.
"It's such a perfect image."
"What, the lake?"
"Yes, but our reflection...I want it to stay like that forever. I never want to let it fade away."
"It won't, not in our minds. Even if the reflection is not in the lake once we leave, the memory of it will stay with us forever."
I pulled him closer, touched by his words. He always knew what to say. And he always said it right. He brought me to the most magical places, and bought me the most magical things. Everything he did for me was perfect.
We looked at our reflection again. I touched the surface, very lightly, with my finger, and it sent tiny ripples through the image, partially distorting it for a moment. I sat, and waited, and after several seconds the reflection was back to its normal, true state.
I leaned in, wanting to see it closer up. I wanted to jump into the reflection where time didn't pass, and we would be together forever. I didn't want it to end. As I got closer to the water's surface, I felt a sudden loosening around my neck. I put my hand up to stop it, but it was too late. The necklace, with its broken catch, dropped silently into the water, causing a slight splash that retreated into my face. The reflection, once still, shattered into a million tiny pieces as the necklace broke it up. I watched in horror as my necklace floated to the bottom of the lake, out of reach, and lost forever.
"...My necklace!" I didn't take my eyes off the spot where it had fallen. "It's...gone!"
And then I felt him take my hand, and move closer to me. I spoke out in panic, worried that I had upset him. "Can we get it back? Please? I don't want to lose it..."
"Look at me. It's gone now. Did you break it?"
"No! Well, it seemed looser earlier, but it didn't feel broken. I guess the catch must have gone on it."
"Come here."
"But, you bought t for me! And it's gone! Sorry. I had to go and ruin it all, didn't I?"
"You didn't ruin anything, silly. Look, it's still there."
"Yes, but that doesn't mean we can get it back..."
He kissed me lightly on the cheek. "Make a wish."
"Make a wish on the necklace. Maybe it'll come true."
"Okay..." I closed my eyes, and thought. There was only one thing I wanted, only one thing that was necessary for me to wish for. I spoke quietly under my breath, so that he couldn't hear, and wished for eternal happiness with him. Always with him, never leaving his side. Nothing getting in between us, and nothing destroying what we had. Forever was what I wanted, and what I wished for. I opened my eyes again, wish completed. "I've made it."
"Good. Don't worry about the necklace, okay? You still have the meaning of it."
"Yes, I do. Thank you. How long do we have?"
"About five hours. Want to just sit here together?"
"Yes, I'd like that."
"Well that's what we'll do then." He moved me so that my head rested against his chest, with his warm arms wrapped around me, and we sat there for the whole time, just being together. It was perfect. Even without the necklace, it was perfect.


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Friday, June 17, 2016
Did ((( 1488 ))) Kill Jo Cox?
By nature I am not a conspiracy theorist. However, the murder of Labor MP Jo Cox by a supposed BREXIT supporter is very fishy.
The killer was some unknown man with a history of mental illness. Supposedly, he shouted "Britain First" when he shot her. Eyewitness claimed that he did not say anything. But the media has been running with this story.
The SPLC has also been hyping that the killer had read some National Alliance material 10 years ago. So obviously he is a Neo-Nazi. And if you support Britain leaving the EU that obviously means you are a Neo-Nazi. That is the propaganda ((( they ))) are spinning at the moment.
Historically, assassinations have been an effective method to influence politics. Just prior to WW1, a Russian politician, Stolypin, was assassinated by a Communist Jew (Dmitry Bogrov). Many mainstream historians believe that the Bogrov was, in fact, manipulated by the Russian secret police. The goal being to discredit the Jews and the Communists by blaming them for the assassination.
Had Stolypin not been assassinated by Bogrov, WW1 may have never happened. And if WW1 never happened, it is doubtful that the National Socialists would have gained power in the 1930s. And without the National Socialists, there would have been no Holocaust. So, ironically, a Jewish assassin set in motion the events that led the the Holocaust narrative.
I will be interesting to see if the murder of Jo Cox will also change history.
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Britain has now got to tighten up on its lax gun purchase laws. Also, knives have got to be under better control over there. No knife longer than 1 inch long in Britain! And no more AR-15 purchases in Britain either. Say what????.....They already have super tight gun laws over there? And have for years now????........NEVER MIND.ReplyDelete
I seriously doubt that the Czar's secret police tricked some otherwise harmless Jew into assassinating Stolypin. Jews have a record of that kind of behavior, and we know that "mainstream historians" are only too happy to make excuses for them.ReplyDelete
So, as this alleged example applies to our own experience, what exactly are you trying to say, Ramzpaul? If you would say exactly what you mean, then we could dissect it and determine whether it is even tenable. As long as it's just nudges and winks, there's really not much to discuss.
The funny thing is that, while you insinuate that some entities in the WN milieu might be something other than what they are supposed to be, you support the preeminent example of this, who has even been the subject of a book, Codename Greenkil by Elizabeth Wheaton, that makes exactly that case against him. You're throwing stones, while your buddy Tubby lives in a glass house.


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(Spike's POV)
Spike wiped away his angry tears as he headed down to the basement. He couldn't believe they were back to this again. He took an angry swing at the punching bag, nearly sending it off its chain. Hearing the door to the basement open he expected Buffy to come down the stairs, but it was a different scent. Dawn's. That was great. Send someone to rub salt in the wounds. He didn't say anything as he turned around to look at her as she came to the bottom of the stairs. She looked scared, but she still walked down the steps with a confidence he hadn't seen before he left. He hated himself for not being here for her when she needed him and to watch her grow up.
Dawn bit her lip nervously. "Hi," she said, softly. "I was in the dining room when I heard what happened in the living room with Buffy and her friends." She paused. "I think Buffy should take a big girl pill and work this out with you."
Spike crossed his arms. "Is that all you wanted to tell me?" he asked, curtly. He didn't want to deal with Dawn's lectures right now. He wasn't up to feeling much guilt, just anger. He wanted to wring Buffy's neck after what he just heard. He was so tired of her games and he just wanted to be left alone. He needed to think about his life now. He had no chip, but he had a soul. After spending the night in Buffy's bed, then hearing her friends verbally attacking him, it was just too much. He didn't know what to think anymore.
"I just… I wanted to see if you were okay," she said. "Like I said, I heard the door slam. And I heard what happened in the living room." He watched as she crossed her arms and he could see his slayer- no not his slayer- but he could see a lot of Buffy in her.
Spike snorted. "I'm just dandy, Dawn," he said. "It's not nice to eavesdrop, you know." He didn't want to talk to anyone. He wanted to be left alone. He wanted to be angry and take it out on someone, someone who wasn't Dawn because she didn't deserve it. She hadn't made any effort to tell him she had forgiven him or that she wanted to work things out with him, so he didn't want to deal with this right now.
Dawn took a few confident steps toward him. "Spike, I know we aren't the best of friends," she said. "But I'm still worried. And it's not eavesdropping if the people you're listening to are too loud." She bit her lip and folded her arms. "So will you please talk to me?"
"And why do you worry?" he asked. What was she getting at? He was still angry at Buffy and that was making it really hard for him to cut Dawn any kind of slack. He couldn't cut the pope any slack at this rate. He didn't even have the mindset to think about what Dawn was saying and to set something straight. His heart almost melted as he watched her brown eyes bore into his. She still used those eyes on him, even now. What was he turning into?
She rolled her eyes and smacked him in the arm. "You're being a dumb ass," she said. "I've been sitting here, sick with worry while you and Buffy disappeared to find something at the Initiative. She brings you home and you have staples in the back of your head, so I know that she took the chip out without her even having to tell me. I assume she told Willow and Xander but she doesn't care what they think. So, why are you being a brat and slamming doors like a teenager?"
Spike chuckled darkly and moved away from her to sit on his cot. "Because your sister isn't who I thought she was," he said. "And I do not act like a teenager." There was enough of those in this house. But it was silly of him to think otherwise. He knew that it was too good to be true. It would never be different with Buffy. Never. She would never see him as anything other then a monster.
"And what was that?" she asked, going over to sit next to him.
"Thought she was different," he admitted, softly. "Thought things were different from last year." He'd thought wrong that was for damn sure. He couldn't take much more of Buffy's rejection.
"And they aren't?" Dawn asked.
The vampire shook his head. "No," he said. "She's just using me because I'm her strongest fighter. That's the only reason she took the chip out. Not because she trusts me without it. She'd never trust me with anything important." Like her heart, which was the one thing he wanted more then anything in this world. And he didn't think he'd ever get that.
"Did you hear me actually say that?" Buffy asked, surprising them both from the stairs. To Spike she actually looked upset and betrayed, but he was pretty sure that he was in trouble regardless. But he just wanted her to go back upstairs and be with her friends. He didn't want to hear any of her excuses. He'd already heard every one in the book.
Spike's blue eyes clashed with hers, but they were full of anger. "You didn't have to," he said, coldly. "What I heard from your mates was enough." They would always be more important to her, and the sooner he accepted that, the better he would be. The easier it would be to move on with life.
Buffy looked at her sister. "Can I, um… have a few minutes alone with Spike?" she asked. She folded her arms nervously and fidgeted from one foot to the other.
Dawn bit her lip again but nodded. She looked at Spike. "I'll be back later if you want," she said.
Spike shrugged but didn't say anything, so she got up. She looked at him one last time before going up the stairs. He could care less what the girls did. He just wanted time to himself the neither of them was so willing to give him.
Buffy's POV
Buffy waited for her sister to close the door before turning to Spike. "You didn't hear me say anything like that," she said. "You heard Xander being Xander and you just assumed that I'd just agree with them. You didn't even let me say anything to them."
"I don't have to let you do anything," he said. "You've never given me any opportunity to explain myself to you before you just made assumptions. And I know you well enough to know that your friends are more important to you than me and that you agree with them all the time."
"Spike, that's not true," she said, softly. "Not anymore. I just don't want them to justify what happened with us last night. It's not their business." She really let her friends screw this up again. All she wanted was for her and Spike to trust each other and have something between them.
Spike crossed his arms and glared at her. "Buffy, I really just want to be left alone right now," he said. He wasn't going accept her apology right now. But she wanted to make him understand where she was coming from.
Her heart practically broke when he said he wanted to be left alone. "You don't believe me, do you?" How could he not believe her? What did she do that was so bad? She'd thought things were fine. She didn't even say anything against him, but her intentions got all bent out of shape.
"Get out," Spike said, leaning against the wall with a hard stare.
Buffy opened her mouth, but no words came out. She turned on her heel and went up the stairs. When she couldn't think of anything to make him understand what he'd heard. As much as she wanted to say, she couldn't push the words past her lips. She just couldn't.
Spike POV
That night, Spike went on patrol. Dawn had asked him if she could go and he couldn't resist. However, Buffy, Xander, Giles, and all the girls went as well. Spike was less then thrilled with that. It got a little bit better when Buffy and Xander took a few of the newer girls and headed in a different direction than the rest of them. Dawn had stuck close to him, however, which made him happy. She seemed to be warming up to him and he longed to make things right with her. He had calmed down some since earlier and was able to listen to what she had to say, which right now, wasn't much.
He had noticed that one of the potentials, Rona he thought, was giving him strange looks. He didn't know why, but it was giving him an uneasy feeling. She kept whispering to Kennedy, who had the biggest mouth in his opinion, and Kennedy kept shooting looks his way as well.
Dawn had been making small talk with him. Just talking about school, and asking him how he was. But there was tension in the air. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Dawn trip over a root of a large oak tree and he grabbed her out of reflex. "You okay?"
Dawn nodded. "Yeah… just not paying attention," she said. "Just hurt my toes, but that was it. Thanks." She shook out her foot and stood up straight.
Spike was still looking at her when someone jumped on his back and landed a solid punch to his temple. What the hell?
"Kennedy!" Dawn screamed. "What are you doing?"
Spike flipped Kennedy over his head and she landed with a hard crunch on the hard earth. He wasn't prepared for the tackle from Rona to his left, but he should have known. He punched Rona in the face, probably breaking her nose, and she backed away. He stood in front of her in a fighting stance, his vampire visage appearing on his face. "You do not want to mess with me, little girl," he seethed.
Dawn pushed Kennedy down when the girl went to attack Spike again. "Stay down," she growled. She went over to help Spike, but then she saw Buffy running over with Xander and the rest of the girls. Thank god, because the shit was going to hit the fan. She took a step toward Spike, but obviously Rona and Kennedy weren't done. Giles also seemed to notice that Spike wasn't in pain. But before he could comment on the chip, Rona dove for Spike. He wrapped an arm around her neck and lowered his fangs to her throat.
Buffy took a step forward to rip Spike from the girl's throat, but he pulled back and shoved her away from him. She should have known that he would pull away. She really needed to work on that. If she was going to work things out with him, she had to act like she trusted him. It disappointed him that things weren't any better.
Giles stepped forward and helped Rona up. "Your chip should have fired," he said, sending an accusatory look in Spike's direction.
Buffy stepped forward and sucked up everything in her as she stood next to Spike. "He doesn't have a chip anymore," she said. Now was a good time to put everyone in their place and make them keep their hands off her vampire.
Spike looked down at her and shook off his vampire face. "I didn't hurt anyone," he said in defense of himself. He didn't want anyone ganging up on him for something that he didn't do.
Buffy looked up at him. "Spike, I meant what I said last night," she said. "I trust you. I know you wouldn't hurt anyone unless you had a reason. You don't need to explain yourself."
Dawn stood next to her sister. "They attacked Spike for no reason," she said. "He was just defending himself."
Buffy glared at the two girls. "Why would you attack a vampire?" She asked. "Are you crazy? Especially a vampire as dangerous as Spike. You're damn lucky he didn't kill you." She was glad that he had enough control to not hurt them too much.
"Exactly. He's dangerous," Xander said. "Buffy, you can't let him run around now with no chip."
"Watch me," Buffy said, glaring at her friend. "He's dangerous when he has to be. When stupid little girls think they can take on a master vampire that even I haven't been able to beat in six years."
"You told me yesterday that you only needed him for battle," Xander said. "He just tried to kill Rona!"
"She attacked me!" Spike growled, taking a step toward the boy.
Buffy grabbed Spike's arm. "Spike," she said, softly. "Please. I don't need the situation getting any worse. I don't need you giving Xander a broken nose, even if he deserves it." She delivered a glare to her friend for his bullshit.
Spike yanked his arm from her grasp. "Don't start with me, Buffy," he growled. Now he ached for a cigarette. She was again throwing him to the dogs and not setting everyone straight. He wouldn't just hurt someone for no reason. He didn't really do that when he was evil. Well he grew out of it. He hadn't been like Angelus.
Buffy sighed. "Okay," she said, crossing her arms. "I've had it with this crap." She glared at Xander. "Shut your mouth and let me talk." She looked back at Spike. "I don't know what you heard, but you overreacted. I don't care what anyone thinks about what happened between you and me. I chose to have your chip taken out, and I stick by it. Yes, it's about needing you for the First, but that is not the only reason. So stop being a dumb ass." She turned her attention to Xander. "Got it? Its none of your business to stay out of it."
Spike opened his mouth to say something then closed it. He crossed his arms and stared at the ground. He didn't need her to break anything of his either. They hadn't had a fight in a long time, and he had forgotten how heartbreaking it was on his part. He hated hurting her or seeing her in pain. All he wanted to do was take her in his arms and kiss her pain away.
Buffy turned her attention to the two potentials. "I don't know what you were trying to prove by attacking Spike, but you're damn lucky that he didn't kill you. Anyone tries that again and he has my permission to finish it," she said, in a firm voice. "Now I'm going to finish patrolling. The rest of you can go home."
Dawn stood close to Spike as Xander sputtered. It seemed like he was going to protest, but Giles hushed him and began to lead the girls home. "Are you coming?" Dawn asked, looking back at Spike.
Spike shook his head. "I need to talk to Buffy," he said. "Think I really messed things up this time." Nothing was going right anymore. Something was always coming between them and he couldn't make it stop. He didn't think they would ever be able to get it right. Not with her friends always getting in the way. Just because she told her friends to mind their own business didn't mean they were going to.
Dawn smiled a little. "I don't think you did," she said. "But can we… you know… talk sometime?" If he worked things out with Buffy tonight, he'd be in a better mood and maybe he would talk to her.
He nodded. "We can do that. You should head home. Don't want you out this late by yourself." He definitely missed Dawn and he would love to talk to her, but he needed to work things out with Buffy right now. Especially when he was probably the one that messed up.
"Don't worry," she said, showing him the stake in her jacket. "I came prepared." She smiled at him again before heading after the group.
Spike chuckled as he watched her walk away, but then he turned to head after Buffy. He took off in a jog to catch up with her. "Buffy!" He called, as he caught up to her. Her shoulders were slumped and he could smell that she had been crying, breaking his heart even more. How could he make up for this?
Buffy paused and sniffled. She shook her tears away and looked at him. "Thought you were going home." Spike could tell that she didn't want to deal with anything else tonight. She wanted to be alone, but he knew they had to work this out.
Spike looked down at her. "Don't you think we should talk?" he asked. He wanted to talk to her about what she had said. He was probably going to apologize and get down on his knees and tell her he loved her. Actually he wanted to take her in his arms and protect her from everyone, even his words, but that was just a dream.
She crossed her arms protectively. "Not really," she said. "You didn't want to talk earlier. And I've already said everything that needs to be said."
He sighed. He deserved that from her. He felt like a real pratt for making her cry. "Buffy, look, I'm sorry about this morning," he said. "I just… I didn't know what to think once you didn't say anything to the whelp about my chip." Once her friends got in the mix, Spike knew that he was fighting a losing battle. At least he always had been before. He was still trying to adjust to the fact that things had changed between him and Buffy.
She bit her lip and looked up at him. "I would have if you didn't make me run after you," she said. "And I just said something to everyone." Her eyes were pleading with him and he wanted nothing more then to just push it aside and move on with life, but if he did that, it would just come up again.
"I know you did," he said. "But how did you expect me to react, Buffy? You're friends have always come first and I have always been booted to the curb for them." He stuffed his hands in the pockets of his pants as he looked at her. "I just couldn't stand being humiliated again."
"I want you to trust me," she said, softly. "Because I would never do that to you again."
"Well sometimes it's hard," Spike said. "After last year, Buffy, it's really hard for me to trust you. Especially where your friends are concerned. What did you want me to do?" She was asking a lot of him. He wanted to trust her, more then anything in this world, but how could he?
Buffy rubbed her face and sniffled. "I wanted you listen to what I had to say," she whispered. "But I guess if you don't trust me or if you're not past what I did to you last year, then I don't expect you to listen to me now."
Spike took a step toward her and his hand reached up to caress her arm. "Buffy," he said, tenderly. "I'm sorry. I over reacted. But I do trust you." His other hand came up as he stroked her upper arms. "I just hoped that one day I would be just as important to you, if not more, then your friends." He didn't want to pressure her or anything into loving him or being in a relationship with him, but he wanted her to know how he felt.
"You are," she said, relaxing her arms, and resting them on his hips. He could already feel the heat spreading from her body to his. His heart lurched in his chest when she said that he was important to her. "You have no idea how special you are to me." She stepped closer to him and released a shaky sigh. "I hate fighting with you and I would never hurt you like I did last year."
Spike in haled deeply through his nose as her hands touched his hips. He physically had to fight back a jump of surprise as he listened to her words. "I don't like when we fight either," he whispered, gently pulling her body towards his. Her scent of vanilla was assaulting his nostrils and he couldn't help the stirring in his body. "Buffy?" He expected her to pull away, to say she wasn't ready, to walk away, but she didn't.
"Yeah?" She whispered, looking up into his eyes.
"Would… would it be alright if I kissed you?" He asked, shyly. He wasn't sure if they were ready to go that extra step, and what of her friends? Eventually they were going to have to face them. It was in evitable. And where would he sleep? Would she want him in her bed already? He tried to shake those thoughts from his mind. It was too soon to think like that.
Buffy's pink tongue darted out and moistened her soft lips. "I think that would be okay."
His hands slowly made their way up to her cheeks as his lips descended onto hers. He pressed his lips gently against hers as he cradled her face. He thumbs stroked over her still damp cheeks as he shifted closer to her. He had never felt this with her before. Their kisses before had been rough and demanding, whereas now, they were soft and tender. The passion was still there, but there was more. This was almost like their first kiss. He hesitantly stroked his tongue over her bottom lip, seeking entrance and she didn't disappoint.
A moan escaped her throat, encouraging him to deepen the kiss. He felt her arms go around his waist as her hands traveled up his back. She had risen up on her tippy toes to press her body flush against his. "Spike," she whispered, as she pulled back to take a breath.
"I love you," he whispered, leaning his forehead against hers. He hadn't said those words in quite some time and he didn't want her to reject them. She didn't have to love him, but he wanted her to accept how he felt about her. He just wanted to love her and make her happy.
"I know," she said, bringing her arms up around his neck. "I know you do." She nuzzled her lips against his before pulling him down for another kiss.


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Chapter I: The Headless Cross, page 15Mature
"Okay, guys," Rebecca told the men, struggling to fake a confident tone, "we don't want troubles, we just want to go home, so... you can have my money, I only have, like, ten pounds, but they're yours, okay? Just take it and let us go."
"They're pretty," one of them commented to his friends, the lusty tone in his voice sending a chill down Rebecca's back. She realised it was just the two of them, two schoolgirls, against four, probably drugged men. Pray they're not rapists or something like that...
"And they're young, too," another one said. "Just like the master ordered."
"Yeah, I think he's gonna be pleased with those two..."
And to Rebecca's terror, suddenly the men changed, their eyes gleaming with an evil, reddish light, and they opened their mouths to reveal long, cruel fangs. The girls shrieked, one of the men hurried to cover their mouths... and then... Rebecca didn't really understand what happened. It was as though an invisible force had grabbed her leg, and rammed her knee in the man's crotch. He released them and stepped back with a grunt. Not stopping to think about what just happened, the girl grabbed her friend and rushed out of the alley, but another man caught her backpack and pulled her back, dragging Sally along. She heard the sound of the bag's zipper being ripped open by the violence of the pull as the two girls fell on the concrete. As swift as a cat, Rebecca was back on her feet and once again she felt the invisible presence, this time it was like someone held her hand, closed her fingers into a fist, and threw it against one of the attackers. Another one tried to attack her from the left, and her left leg took off by itself to kick him in the jaw. She didn't even know she could do that! Yesterday she was still afraid of Donnie, and now she was punching and kicking like an action movie girl, defending herself against those... vampires? Yes, as crazy as it seemed, that was what they most looked like.
Eventually came an attack too fast for her body - or whatever seemed to be controlling it - to react, and she received a nasty punch on the head that threw her down, her vision clouded by strange stars and shadows. She shook her head, trying to come back to her senses, and she felt four pairs of hands grab her backpack and pull her up so violently she gasped. She struggled, tried to free herself from the clutch of her bag, and she jerked so hard it ripped completely opened, her books and school stuff falling scattered on the floor, among which was the Celtic cross. At the sight of the artefact, the vampires released the girl, who fell on her knees, and stood watching, their mouths agap.
"What the..." one of them started, but before he could say more, a blinding white light, like a flash of lightning brighter than the sun, emanated from the cross, followed by a furious growl, like the sound of bursting fire. Rebecca heard them scream in terror and pain, and this sound pleased her greatly. When the light receded and she could finally see again, the four vampires were gone, and she could hear the sound of their footsteps fading as they ran and kept running. Then, all was silent again, except for the sobs of her friend behind her. She stood up and went to see her. Sally was sitting, her arms wrapped around her knees, shaking and crying.
"Hey," Rebecca said quietly as she gave her a hug. "It's okay, now, they're gone."
"You never told me you kept a flash bomb in your bag," Sally said as she raised her head and attempted to smile.
"It... it was not a flash bomb," Rebecca said, confused. "This... big light... looks like it came from the..."
Intrigued, they both turned their heads to behold it as it was laying on the ground in the middle of Rebecca's schoolbooks. Somehow, it seemed to be hot, still shining faintly, radiating with power. The cross had done this. It had scared the monsters away with burning light or something. That was something Rebecca would have read in one of her fantasy novels, but never expected to see in real life. Monsters and magic, in real life?
"Rebecca?" Sally asked coldly, her face pale as death. "Can you tell me what the hell just happened here?"
Next on The Headless Cross, Chapter II: Night Stalker. Stay tuned!


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Republican Morality
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1 - 20 of 23 Comments Last updated Apr 24, 2014
#1 Apr 20, 2014
Senator John Ensign (R-NV.) confessed to serious cheating on his wife with a staffer and caught paying hush money to the husband, his chief of staff.
#2 Apr 20, 2014
talk about MORALITY!! The biggest turd in the whole bunch, but you Domestic Terrorist Socialist Liberal never want to bring up is ( Drum roll please ) the rapist, liar and for sexual assault BILL CLINTON, not to mention putting a big black eye on the oval office because he didn't have the common sense to do it some where else, so no one even comes close to that scum bag.
#3 Apr 20, 2014
Gov. Mark Sanford (R-S.C.), confessed to serious cheating on his wife after leaving his state unsupervised for a week.
#4 Apr 20, 2014
Clinton would never do that. He is god just like Obama. We just do gay stuff.
#5 Apr 20, 2014
Yeah, immature little demoRATlets living in their parents basement like to bring up republicans acting immorally because they think it upsets republicans who have much higher moral standards than demoRATs do but don't give a demo RATs azz about demo RATs acting immorally themselves.
#6 Apr 20, 2014
Sounds like a few other republicans I know.
#7 Apr 20, 2014
I'm sure you know them. But I'm sure you really know the gay liberal democrats better since you get on your knees for them like a good little Libtard bottom. Pucker up, gay boy.
#8 Apr 20, 2014
Could not agree more, Heck there are a few on here. Like that cpeter dude who goes around as Get a Clue and a few other names he conjures up or steals. Funny!
#9 Apr 20, 2014
Hey moron. I only use my name stupid. Look at the post. The writing styles are totally different you idiot. Sounds to me like you are the turd who uses several name beings you are the expert.
#10 Apr 20, 2014
You are correct.
#11 Apr 20, 2014
Funny how the waste of space leftist freaks here on topix think that topix is a part of the corrupt complicit reliably overwhelmingly liberal biased lamestream media in which the subject matter chosen by the socialist/communist/leftist media is always about republican corruption but never about the treasonous anti-American. socialist democratic communist party USA corruption. Will the dumbed down low/no info gullible ignorant American electorate ever catch on?
#12 Apr 21, 2014
Republicans want you to think they have morals. Far from it.
#14 Apr 21, 2014
Republicans dont have morals. Example the post above.
#16 Apr 21, 2014
Doesn't take long to figure that out, does it? I can see why they do the things they do to kids. Republicans do not have any morals at all.
#18 Apr 21, 2014
It is funny. I guess when no one answers him he will answer himself using a different name. Serious mental problem is what it is. It seems that this mental condition runs rampant among Republicans, tea baggers, Nazis or whatever they are calling themselves now.
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#19 Apr 21, 2014
Hatred of conservatives is so much a part of the Left that the day the Left stops hating conservatives will mark the beginning of the end of the Left as we know it.
#20 Apr 22, 2014
From what I just read its you and the repugs that are full of hate. Anybody who can read sees that. Try a little harder next time.
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#21 Apr 22, 2014
I am going by what I have read and saw in the past 2 weeks on the attacks. for the left without any shred of proof and also just by reading your post alone in this forum alone. You can't bad mouth one side if your side is just as bad and you Sir are pretty bad.
#22 Apr 22, 2014
Now the crazy repug has come back as the Lone Ranger. Sick people those repugs are. No morals at all.
#24 Apr 24, 2014
Like I said no morals at all. That is a fact. And you keep making my point.
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U2, Melbourne, December 1st, 2010
The concert itself had it's hight points, and it's low points. Musically I've always believed that an act that has been around for as long as U2 have are incapable of putting in a bad performance, but last night's showed was marred by some issues around The Edge's guitar, one of which kept failing a few seconds into the songs he was trying to play, only to cut back in and then out, and then in - I Still Haven't Found and BAD were prime examples. The other low point was the fact that the band only performed three songs from the excellent No Line album. I'd have been more than happy to see them drop Elevation for anything else, but that's more to do with me and my dislike for a simple song with inane lyrics. Balancing that out were the two new songs, the first of which, The Return Of The Stingray Guitar, showed a lot of promise indeed, and you can't fault a band that begins to play a song, Scarlet, on tour, nearly 30 years after they retired it.
Jay-Z was the true highlight of the night. Last time U2 toured they brought Kanye West with them, an act that failed miserably. Jay-Z impressed everyone and, dare I say it, there were times where he and his excellent band upstaged the headliners. I'm not a big fan of such music, but I will be checking him out.
Well, here's the photos. They were taken from a fair distance back and all taken off the screen, which, like the stage, was bloody huge and almost too impressive. ZooTV this ain't, but it's worth checking out if it comes near your town...unlike Adelaide. Still, despite the issues with the stadium, we're going back this Friday, but we're going for the seats this time. No more standing there, crowded in by a pack of clowns yelling all night...
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If one was to guess the looks and the overall mood of a certain city or town where a band come from from their sound, then guessing by the nihilistic, atonal sound of the Brighton based band Housewives, this seaside town must be one hell of a depressing place to live in, consumed by fear and urban decay, kinda like New York City in the 1970's and 1980's, at the peak of its no wave period. And certainly, Housewives borrow a lot from the harsh traditions of the no wave genre, filling their hard-hitting tracks with avant-garde leanings and post-punk energy, propelled forward by mathematic rhythms and razor-sharp guitar notes, fuelled by anger and paranoia. A must-have for fans of both DNA, No New York comp and This Heat. Highly recommended!


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It seems there is more than one national lottery. Libel damages awarded over the last 10 years range from 1p to £1.48m. They remain as unpredictable as ever, despite legislative and judicial attempts to bring them into line with personal injury awards.
It has been suggested that the use of expert witnesses may stabilise libel awards, but would this really be the case?
The first attempt to achieve a level of consistency was made by Section 8 of the Courts and Legal Services Act 1990. For the first time, this ruled that the Court of Appeal could alter a libel damages award without the consent of both parties. Unfortunately, this had little effect and in the years from 1990-1995 there were 30 damages awards greater than £100,000.
In December 1995, the Court of Appeal laid down guidelines in an attempt to redress the situation. The case was the appeal by Mirror Group Newspapers against an award of damages to recording artist Elton John of £350,000 in November 1993. The Court of Appeal reduced the award to £75,000 and recommended that juries in libel actions should be given a tariff of comparison with personal injury awards.
But only six weeks later, a case breached these guidelines – a Dr Percy was awarded £625,000 against Mirror Group Newspapers over a libel claim that he had delayed treatment for a patient. There were signs, however, later in the year, that appeals were being negotiated at a more reasonable level.
But even as recently as last March, in a case when the judge made specific reference to the recommendations made by the Court of Appeal, the first plaintiff, Richard Wilmot-Smith QC was awarded £250,000, the second plaintiff, his wife, £100,000, and the third plaintiff, Richard Kirby £80,000 against The Daily Telegraph.
So, where judicial and legislative attempts at producing conformity to damages awards appears to have failed, would expert witnesses assist? The US provides evidence to the contrary. Unlike in the UK, in the US, expert witnesses are relied on in personal injury actions in which juries are used. But in spite of this, personal injury awards have rocketed out of all proportion to the conceivable damages.
This suggests the problem lies with the source of the award. When juries decide the amount of damages, they are likely give verdicts which may run contrary to the guidelines, with or without evidence from an expert witness.
Therefore, the remedy to the current "libel lottery" is to take the award of damages away from the jury, and to bring the use of juries in libel trials into line with their use in criminal trials – to decide the verdict – leaving the judge to award the sentence or damages.


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Unlike their twin fleet lead by the starship the "Land Beyond", Andromeda and her fleet made a swift and silent journey toward their promised beyond. Upon their arrival, however, they would find this mystical beyond to be less romantic than they imagined.
The star ship "Andromeda", outfitted with the finest of space-faring technology humanity had to offer, was sent out into the endless sea of darkness in search of the beyond. Much like its twin ship the "Land Beyond", it had made a promising start. Accompanied by its ten other companion craft, the "Dawn's Trail", "Luna's Pride", "Sun's Song", "Ocean's Reach", "Sky's Atlas", "Earth's Love", "Dusk's Triumph", "Winter's Wing", "Summer's Breath", and "Autumn's Rook", the Andromeda made a swift and uneventful race for the promised beyond. It was well into the voyage, with scout ships "Cloud's Call" and "Thunder's Step" several kilometers in the lead, when the connection to the Land Beyond and her fleet was lost. Andromeda's crew was deep into cryogenic sleep when their faceless overseer, the ship's A.I., discovered this disconnection from the other fleet. It calculated that the best course of action was to stay on the current path, and so they did. Several decades passed, the crew in ageless sleep, until the promised land was now in sight. But something was wrong, and the faceless overseer knew it. There was nothing that could be done, however, before the two brave scouts of the beyond, Cloud's Call and Thunder's Step, were torn asunder by gravity's invisible hand. Andromeda and her fleet shortly followed suit, the smaller ships suffering the brunt of the rogue attack from the black void. Andromeda's overseer raced her through the tides of the void, attempting to reach the beyond before they fell prey as well to their invisible attacker. It was to no avail, however. Andromeda made it further than her comrades, but ended her journey in the rocky brooks of an asteroid belt. It was there, to the simulated relief of the AI, that their attacker seemed to cease its assault, leaving Andromeda to bleed electricity until she eventually expired. Andromeda knew of this eventuality, and instead of allowing it, created a plan that could yet save her. Whilst in orbit of the small star that was named Kronos, --a star slightly colder than Sol-- Andromeda awoke her crew and taught them of the events that had unfolded, of the dire circumstance that had befallen them. She told her sons and daughters of her life that she knew was limited, --only about a century remained-- and told them what they must do, how they must survive. It was then that Andromeda's Chosen were born to unify her children under one name, as the machine knew that all would die if they did not unite underneath that sunless sky.
She stood on the precipice of her world of light and the world of the void. She stared out with fear, excitement, and curiosity. She stared out from behind the dark glass of her voidskin, --which was used by her mother's mother's mother once-upon-a-time-- her helm clasped between the gently waving brim of her equally old but far more intricate shawl. The suit hugged her body tightly, making her form only slightly taller and larger than she actually was. Stripes and spots of blue light lined her suit, the clearest beacons of hope in the darkness that now surrounded her. Her name was Void's-Dawn, and her mission that day was to prove herself worthy of wearing the voidskin of her ancestors five generations prior. It had been a big event among her people: the elders gathered to send her good-wishes, her mother gave her the tools she needed in order to prove herself, the children watched in awe, and the great Andromeda wished her safe passage. It was the most important moment of her life thus far, and she intended to prove to all that she was indeed worthy.
And so she stood there, on the precipice of light and dark, where streams of holographic glow slid silently in every direction, where glass spread out in shards and a shattered dome revealed the endless, Sunless Sky. With a deep breath of synthesized oxygen, Dawn stepped forth into the place known as the Bright Sea, a place she had previously only dreamed of seeing. She stood on a round platform, tables and chairs taking up the majority of space on said platform. Ahead, two more similar platforms existed, the one which was on her right remaining at an odd angle after it had detached from its former place. It floated on the verge of the shattered dome, angling itself steep enough that one could not walk on it, were one not already swimming in the void. Streams of broken, holographic light raced by on all her sides --like pulses of electricity through the pathways of the brain-- that formed rivers, pools, and brooks. Occasionally, Dawn could make out the word "food" or "beverage" for a brief moment before the light inevitably shifted once more to form a new streak of gold or blue or orange.
Dawn walked with expected difficulty between the many stray chairs and tables that were fixed to the ground, her boots magnetically holding her upright. Her glass helm contained its own blue, holographic light, streams of which came together to form words, highlight objects, or scan environments. Her helm was too etched with swirling art meant to resemble the silver seas of dust that slid through space; they were barely visible in the darkness of the void she now swam through. She recalled, from moments before, that her objective was to find an item --whether it be machine, scrap, or otherwise-- that would prove useful to her people. She was to find this item and bring it home to prove she was worthy of her voidskin.
Dawn uneasily walked until she reached the very edge of her platform, peering down to view several other platforms of similar contents stationed below. She raised her right hand before her vision, blue and orange light forming around it to highlight her wrist, some of her forearm, and the tips of her fingers. She reflected that her arm looked odd beneath the bulky voidskin she beared. With the flick of her middle finger and thumb, her blue display sent a visible wave of blue light down into the depths, scanning for anything useful. When a red symbol appeared and told her that a trip below would be fruitless, she brought her attention upward and performed the same action. This time, much to her relief, her display revealed several teal icons representing the locations of potentially useful materials.
Smiling in satisfaction, Dawn released the grip of her magnetic boots, allowing her to fly forward into the void with a slight jump. Using her arms and her holographic display, Dawn positioned herself forward, slowing herself down just before the border of void and the Bright Sea. To the right, silver brooks of dust slid around floating stones as they slowly meandered toward Kronos, the star. To her left, blackness and twinkling stars greeted with cold gazes. Her helm's display identified two objects that lay hidden within the dark void to her left, and many others that slid amongst the stones and dust of the Stratast Belt on her right. Another scan of the objects that lay in the void revealed that they were anomalies, something unreadable by scan. It piqued her interest, and before long her curiosity was too much to resist. Against better judgement, Dawn sent herself gliding into the void to uncover what lay within. Her display marked the objects as several kilometers away, estimating that it would take her something like half an hour to reach them. With a glance back at her home, Dawn fought back the urge to turn-tail and abandon the new enigmas she was presented with.
And so she glided silently and gently through the liquid void, adjusting her speed and trajectory every so often. She noted along the way that her home, Andromeda, now seemed further from her than she expected. She figured this was because of Mother Andromeda's tight orbit within the Stratast Belt. But despite this growing dread at the back of her mind, Dawn continued to approach the unknown objects. Her excitement grew as she wondered to herself just what they could be. Could they be useful machines? Could they be a new material that her people could use? Could they be long-lost artifacts of old times? All these questions swirled in her head as she reached the great mysteries. It was too her confusion that they were not any of the things she thought she'd find. Instead, Dawn brought herself to a stop before two small, lopsided orbs of metal with antenna sprouting from the tops and bottoms. At the end of each antenna a green light that blinked periodically.
With a perpetual expression of her confusion, Dawn's helm warped from black to transparent to allow her a better view of what she had encountered; her deep blue eyes scanned over the two orbs, her dark, haphazard hair resembling a mess of spines or a shadowy maw of some beast. The two orbs were in close orbit of each other, each one slightly bigger than her fist. Tentatively, she reached out with her left hand and grasped the leftmost one. As she did so, she activated a more penetrating scan of the object. A rectangle of blue light stretched to cover a little more than half the orb, revealing its innerworkings. It appeared to be a makeshift comm-buoy, a device made to enhance and reflect communicator signals. She had no knowledge of her people ever sending such devices into the void, nor did she understand why her people would even require such a thing.
Suddenly, after her scans had finished, a sharp burst of static screeched into her helm. She winced, dropping the buoy to send it drifting away in a spiral. Several seconds later, before she even had a moment to collect her thoughts, her voidskin warned of inbound objects moving at rapid speeds. She watched as several objects skimmed by her helm, and she almost mistook them as dust or debris. But then several more raced by, one of which collided with her shoulder pad and sent her spiralling backward; she could hear the heavy thunk of impact and knew what it was that had hit her. Flying into panic, Dawn stopped her spiral, swam through the void to grab the other buoy, and turned-tail for home. It was to her horror then that she realized her beloved Andromeda was far in the distance, calculated as approximately seventeen kilometers. It would take her several hours at her normal speed to reach home.
Her thoughts were cut short when another thunk of impact sent her spiralling through the void. She reoriented herself in time to view the source of the projectiles. Two objects were just within view, no more than a couple kilometers away, wielding thundermaws and spitting hateful lighting toward her. Hastily, she reached behind her to grab her own thundermaw, which rested magnetically on her waist. The machine unfolded its barrel and scope and Dawn wielded it in one hand, buoy in the other. She fired almost blindly at the distant attackers, the soundless lighting lancing from her gun and into the void before her. She fired only for a few moments before her attackers had reached her, riding on the backs of solar-winged voidgliders. They beared voidskins of grey and red, their helms black, a makeshift sword in one hand and thundermaw in the other.
Thinking quickly, Dawn sent herself spiralling downward to avoid the swing of scrapblades, halting her spiral to take aim of her gun and fire. Her thunder landed on its mark, scarlet, liquid light bleeding from her one attacker's voidskin. She could not hear him, but did not need to to know he screamed in agony. Golden shells streamed from her thundermaw as she sprayed lightning at her other attacker, this time to no avail. On the back of his winged beast, the man reversed and made an inverted break for Dawn. Upside down, his machine slammed against her to send her spinning through the void again. Panicked, Dawn forced herself into the proper orientation, making a break for the abandoned craft that had belonged to the dead attacker. It drifted through space at a great speed as Dawn raced to catch it, her heart thumping in her chest like a beating drum.
Finally, with an outstretched grasp, Dawn reached the fleeing vehicle, climbing aboard and sheathing her gun. She placed the buoy magnetically to her waist then launched away from the fight, heading toward the distant Andromeda. Her breaths came harsh and quick, tiny debris clinking against her now black visor.
After what seemed like a long race for home, Dawn finally reached the slowly-drifting Andromeda, sliding her craft slowly into the slice of the ship that had been torn away: the Great Rift. She approached an airlock door with glowing green lights and holograms painting it, drifting inside once the doors opened. Dawn felt as though she would pass out from fright as fell to the floor, the pressure and atmosphere returning to normal. The doors before her slid open to reveal bright light blocked out by one silhouette, and it was then that her vision faded to blackness.


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