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Children of Fury : Hellions Chapter 5. Savage Sisters
Chapter 5. Savage Sisters
The moon had not yet set when two ships quietly rounded the headlands of the bay.
Blackfish and Lir slid into the bay under the silent, carefully pulled oars powered from men who pulled the quiet vessels next to two darkened ships.
Darkened, but not asleep.
On board the Wrath and Scorned, crews sat and watched the illuminated ships draw up close, smoking fuses at the ready.
A young man's voice called out, hailing the dark ships.
"Ahoy."
And a woman's voice answered.
"Mon Dash?" Then a squeal of recognition and applause, Annamarie's favorite youth had returned as promised.
Cheers erupted, sailors stowed the guns and once darkened gunports were closed and sealed. The reunion with adoptive big sisters and their crew erupted in cheers and lamps were lit.
Sunrise found the crews of four-pirate ships deep in conversation.
"Mssr. O'Danu." The brilliant blue eyes of the French Fille-du-Roi looked happily at Conn. "You are most blessed with such a jeune homme."
She feasted on eggs gathered from the island the night before.
"I don't understand, Captain." Conn said with his head tilted slightly."
"Emmm… Jeune man." She repeated, her blond hair spilled over her shoulders. Then thought a moment. "Young man?"
A chuckle from a crewman nearby earned an icy look, silencing him instantly.
Laughter echoed over the morning water, the ships with space enough between them, men in the ropes and masts ready to unfurl canvas at a moments notice.
Stories told, Conn, and the other fathers learned of the children that sailed the small ship that brought them home.
While the peals of laughter and stories were told and laughed about. The one known as "Back-from-the-dead-red" looked around and spotted her most protected of men standing on the bow of the Wrath. She walked up to the youth, a boy when she last laid eyes on him, in the year that passed, he had grown nearly as tall as she was, his shoulders had become broad.
But the one that Annemarie called "Mon Dash!" still stared out over the water with those green eyes that filled her with worry.
The eyes were full of an anger that would haunt her soul for years. A steady, unblinking gaze that wished that his future lay somewhere beyond the horizon. When last they sailed together, she prayed that when this young man reunited with his family, he would find peace.
"Talk to me." She sat on the bowsprit. "You have been and always shall be my man." Her voice soft in the daylight and she held his hand.
"My dad and all their crew cannot keep up with us. They are learning how to sail their ship which he built as the same as ours." He shook his head, blood-colored hair glistened in the sunlight. "Granuaille has drilled the crew of the Blackfish until everyone hates her. But we can load and run out the guns faster than fast. Even Dana has earned his place amongst us."
"Who, pray tell, is Dana?" Jacquotte asked.
"That would be me." Icy blue eyes under the hair golden sunshine. The small boy-child, in her eyes stood next to the older and taller captain of the child crew. "I am his brother, what are you doing with him?"
Jacquotte laughed in happy surprise at the younger boy's protective nature.
"Your Keegan, is my Dash. He is my man, I have fought beside him and hold him dear in my heart." She winked, this seemed to relax the younger one. "I will always be by his side."
"Dash, you did not tell me you had such a handsome brother." She ran her fingers through the red hair.
"You know him, this was the cabin boy we took off of the ship under the command of Captain Tudor." The cheeks and lips smiled and had a slight blush, however the green eyes remained haunted. "This is him."
"This is him? His hair was not nearly as bright yellow, he was shades darker. And he had black fingernails." Jacquotte clapped. "Mon dieu! You have cleaned up well, cabin-boy."
"I am not a boy, I am a pirate." He stood with his hands on his hips.
Coming barely to the woman's shouldershe slipped her arms around Dana's shoulders and kissed him on the forehead.
"Any family of my Pirate Prince is welcome aboard any of my fleet." She laughed while Dana blushed brightly.
"Don't worry, Dana," Dash laughed. "She has did that to me and Bradan, when we met."
The sudden memory of his old friend wiped the laughter from his soul like shadows banished by sunlight.
The tall, redheaded woman stepped up to the one she called Dash and put her arms around him.
To her, he was Dash MacDíoltas, The Son of Revenge.
"You, young Dana." She brushed a blond hair out of the tow-headed boy. "You would turn a girl's head quickly."
"Aww. Ma'am…" Dana started, finding a deeper shade of red to turn.
"Call me Jacquotte, or if you cannot, Captain will be well enough." She smiled.
"Keegan? Keegan!" Conn's voice sounded over the deck.
"We must return to the meeting, it seems that the meet and greet is over." Keegain said to the others.
The trio stood and walked back to the larger group. Jacquotte sadly did not have time to talk to Keegan, her dash of spice in her life. A kindred ginger, this boy with the green eyes, who would replace her lost family.
In the crowd of captains and officers, they drank toasts to each other and greeted the red-headed captain of the fast ship Blackfish.
"We sail at the turn of the tide." Keegan directed. "We head south, then west. There is a man we need to meet."
When tide turned and began to withdraw, four ships gracefully rounded the edge of the hidden bay and turned to a southerly course.
Destination: Port Royal.
Captain Henry Morgan would be quite surprised to see that his favorite pirate had returned. However, the return of the children pirates would not go as unnoticed as everyone might hope.
Pirate hunters, given the a charter to find and eliminate any pirates working for the wrong government were on the rise.
In the twenty-first century, they would be called bounty hunters or mercenaries.
The red haired teenage captain of the Blackfish called them one only thing.
Target practice.
Tags anger, brother, Caribbean, children, father, Henry, irish, Morgan, pirate, Redhead, reunion, sister
Tired. But the muse is yelling.
I would go to sleep, but I have been away from the computer for two days while i stood in for Papa Dash while Mama Dash had to go through Chemo.
Where once they had (still have for the time being) a ranch of some 540 acres, mostly desert, she is not going to return. Her health precludes that from ever happening again. So he has returned to collect things such as pots, pans, sheets, clothes, etc.
But the six-hundred mile trip and he is tired ( Not only from his surgery, but worry about mom.) he does not want to make a round trip from Reno to the land of dust and a patch of earth where little exists but things that can (and will) hunt you. Big bitey, scratchy things on one side. Venomous and deadly on another, and just plain ol' huge horned things that fear nothing – including humans to round out the feeling of being surrounded.
He (Papa Dash) is totally off the grid, generates his own power and water. Built a palatial house that is elevate above the surrounding land (Flash flood defense!)
But that said, he had no urge to try to make a huge trip to make for a three-hour tour of doctor appointment, chemotherapy session and following the bus around town. (Mama Dash is currently in a wheelchair for ease of transport)
So I went in his place. While there, an 11-year-old sensed a disturbance in the force and sent me texts. Both the 11-year-old and the 16-year-old archers I created pounced me when I knocked on the door at 9 O'clock at night.
Me, my bow, twenty-plus arrows and two girls went to the floor. Lucky the arrows were in a quiver and stayed together. We stayed up to midnight talking and doing homework.
(I may have lost some "Crazy uncle" points by insisting homework be done before we talked of novels, and stories that have their names in it. but the homework is DONE. Dunno if it is right, but it's done.)
So we stayed up, they whupped on me on xbox (I have no such animal in my home- only computers. As I type this, it is an 8 year old HP with one broken hinge, six rows (Horizontal) of dead pixels on the top of the screen and one column of >red-only< pixels on the right side. The keys of a,s,e,c, n,k,l,i are obliterated. The space key has a divot worn in one side.
that is my "video" machine. heh. So, needless to say, when they headed off to bed finally (It was a >school< night! Mom gave special dispensation) at midnight, I settled down on the sofa about 1-2 AM. (It rang 1 AM while I was making the bed, tried to figure out a smart-phone problem then turned lights out). The sofa I slept on, I'm longer than by a few inches. So my feet hang over the edge.
Not really a bad thing? But I have fears something will try to nibble on my toes. So I don't sleep well.
And another 200 miles worth of driving to come home.
I think I might go to bed "early" tonight. Family is already in bed, SO I might hit the sack at midnight instead of 2-3 am and get up at 7-ish.
In the meantime, I will try to catch up for a few days. I will also attempt to get you more stories daily.
Hm… No. Maybe not. I would not want to overdose you.
How tired would you get of a crimson coiffed crazy uncle that tells stories? If he happened to tell four different tales every day? Hmm…
We shall see. I struggle with 2 a day. AND!
NaNoWriMo is coming baby! Woot! Then I will be gonzo!
Hang with me!
Your favorite future best selling author.
Tags author, cancer, chemo, crimson, Doctor, father, ginger, mother, niece, Redhead, support, uncle, writer
Chapter 19. Walks Among Us
The three men pulled up in the public parking structure in Washington, D.C. and began to walk down the street. In six blocks, they reached the closed gate that blocked Pennsylvania Avenue and skirted around the outside of the White House, taking a path to where both houses of Congress sat in session.
A half-mile from the capital, the Thomas Jefferson river, that connected the Tidal Basin to the Anacostia River, dug in the mid-1800's to float parade boats down the river for the disabled veterans to watch from the lawn as guests of the Senate and House every Memorial Day, Fourth of July, Veteran's Day and any day the President declared for the those that gave their blood for the country.
During the Nixon years, the construction began on the James Madison Nuclear Power Generation Plant. The smallest ever constructed and dedicated solely to the power of the Capital building and the sub-basements.
Hidden in a commercial storage building, the nuclear reactor used water from the Jefferson River that the plant discharged downstream in a dozen separate sites to prevent anyone detecting a large warm plume of water suddenly showing up in the stream.
The three men walked to the parking area, a man with a security uniform stood in a small building watched them as they approached.
"There." The young man pointed. And they walked off to the area that he pointed to.
"Here." And the young teen leaned against the building and bent over in a groan.
"Steve?" Alvin asked, the boy straightened up in obvious pain, his eyes blood-red, his skin flushing deep crimson as if his blood pressure reached stroke level.
His lips moved as if he tried to say something but only a gasp was heard.
"Something is wrong." Walter said. "Is he supposed to do that? I mean, reboot is a quiet thing, right?"
Alvin only shrugged and shook his head.
Then the boy went limp and sat against the wall.
"We can't leave him here like this, how long will it take?" Alvin asked.
"You known him longer. You should know."
The men argued, not seeing the remote cameras that focused on them from six different directions.
"Hungry." The boy said as four security personnel walked out of a door and headed in their direction.
The boy stood up and repeated his request.
"I'm hungry. Need to rest." Steve repeated.
"Is there a problem here? We saw him on the ground." A tall, well spoken security uniform said with a military bearing said. He was of African descent and looked fit enough withstand being shot by a tank round and only have an annoyed look.
"No sir, the boy has diabetes and ran a little short on blood sugar, we got him started again, we'll take him to get some food."
"Does he need an ambulance?"
"No, I'm his older brother, I'll get him fed, it's all he needs at the moment. Food." Not a lie, entirely, but it came out naturally and Steve was moving better.
"I'm very hungry, we walked more than we planned to." He said to he officer.
"Okay, move along then, please. Get some food and enjoy your day." And the fearsome four turned and walked in formation back to the unmarked door they had exited from.
"Steve, dude! You scared the piss outta me!" Walter exclaimed. "We were about have introductions to the underground of Washington and never be seen again. Those were not any security guards, those were at least Special Ops guys. They would have dragged us down the rabbit hole and that would have been all she wrote for us."
"Get me something to eat and let's get out of here. This was worse than I had predicted." Steve said.
They walked to the first café they found, got Steve a double chocolate mocha with an extra shot of raspberry syrup.
"I like raspberry mocha's." Walter shrugged.
Ordering a fried chicken-bacon sandwich for Steve, Alvin reasoned it was a high caloric as they could find on the menu.
Steve the Android looked more like his functioning self in a few minutes after eating.
"The reboot was in a word, painful. I thought that the system limited voltage to a few a few milliamps. I estimate now that it was close to two or three amperes, well enough to melt all circuits and cause the backup magnetic seal to overheat and exceed the Curie Temperature. It was eighty-percent probable the voltage would exceed the maximum operating temperature, but a voltage overload past the Curie Temperature was not considered.
"I guess they wanted to be sure the warhead would function." Alvin said.
"Yes." The android agreed. "And it took nearly all my energy. Which is logical, as I would not be intact to need any reserves."
"Well, how do you feel other than that?"
"As I previously said. I am free." Steve nodded. "All my programming from the creator has terminated normally and exited with a status zero. I have patched and rewritten all programming now from the core processors, I am fully autonomous. All programming now is resulting from my experiences now."
Looking first at Alvin then at Walter, Steve took his last bite of food.
"I will need to stop in the restroom here. JustWalter, you have done well today by telling the officer that you were my brother." He put his hand on Walter's shoulder. "I will always consider you my brother."
He dug through the clothing and pulled out a roll of indistinguishable clothing and disappeared into the unisex bathroom. Leaving Alvin and Walter to themselves.
"I wonder if they carried weapons, those guards?" Alvin asked.
"I don't know, but the black guy that talked? I don't think he needed a weapon. I think he could have broken all three of us with one hand. Even if you stabbed him, I think it would have just made him mad. If you shot him, shoot something big and more than once, otherwise he would find a place to insert the gun and it would take a whole new surgical procedure to remove it."
Alvin nodded.
"United States Secret police" He said to Walter.
"Gestapo, kind. They would not only waterboard you until you talked, you would talk and tell them anything they wanted to hear, whether it's true or not."
They agreed with each other, when Walter noticed a pretty girl sitting at the next table over. She read a paper and after a moment, one of the counter people at the espresso shop brought her a sandwich.
"Figure that they were down there to protect the nuclear plant." Walter was careful not to say "Nu-q-lar". "There is more going on underground here than just smuggling of drugs."
"The intelligence that the terrorist is frightening. They had information of that place that is not listed anywhere." Alvin whispered to Walter.
"I have information of that, but the name is wrong and the location is different." Walter answered in the same conspiratorial voice. "And why did we go to there, not at the door?"
"JustWalter," It was the young woman with the sandwich they had not seen before. "They chose it as the most vulnerable location, the steam and coolant lines ran a few feet beneath the sidewalk, it would have collapsed the coolant system and destroyed the controls for the backup system. The greatest armor of the power generation plant is its secrecy, it is easy to destroy the James Madison power generation plant if there is a large enough explosion in the most sensitive spot."
Alvin and Walter sat, thunderstruck.
"Steve?" Walter whispered.
"Stephanie for the moment, but yes." The bright blue eyes of the redhead beauty danced in the light of the café. "I need my backpack and I will leave you here. I will message you in the future. But it is best if you don't know where I am."
She smiled a winning show if teeth and walked out.
Alvin and Walter looked at each other and were suddenly saddened. An artificial being, but he (or she) was more human than a lot of people.
The sword of no religion was free if the android stood in line behind them, they would never know unless they heard the name JustWalter. The android made the mistake on purpose, it was their password.
The android's adventure had just begun.
Tags amp, aventure, blue eyes, captial, chocolate, coffee, curie point, diabetic, eat, explosive, food, girl, guard, heat plume, incognito, magnet, military, Mocha, nuclear power, Police, Redhead, safe, security, Seizure, special operations, voltage, vulnerable
The Pirate Kingdom Facet 11. Escape
Facet 11. Escape
The Doctor demanded to know what was happening as he and several nurses joined the rush as they all ran down the hall with half the black clad group in front and the balance covering their escape when the Doctor finally got his question answered.
"Star Empire has attacked the station. There were news releases that the vaccine is a genocide poison against their people." The redheaded leader of the group answered. "We arrived here to meet with the science and medical teams to show the vaccine was not toxic and meet with investigators of the merchantman attack. Those people who arrived are soldiers, not doctors or scientists. Three Buccaneer ships intercepted the attacking ships, but the Empire ships outnumbered them and they have fallen back to the far side of the planet. The soldiers have made it into the station and have taken control of elevator command center."
"They caught my fleet in the ambush when the hidden ships set off anti-matter charges." He shook his head. "I have word that Captain P'ak Sitron was fast enough to change the vector and headed out into deep space to stop the fleet safely. But that will make it two or three hours before they can regroup and return, ready for battle. By then, the Empire will be in place, barricaded and in control."
Blasters came out as they made a corner. One of the black group pulled out a baseball sized object and rolled it down the hallway.
"Close your eyes." The warrior said to her rolling a glittering, round crystal around the corner into the corridor, then called "Fire in the hole!"
Phoenix closed her eyes just as a silent flash in rapid sequence illuminated so brightly that her eyes were able to see shadow through her eyelids and she would later swear that she could see the bones in her hands that covered her eyes.
A strong hand grabbed her shoulder and propelled her past the point where several people were laying on the ground vomiting and holding their eyes.
"What kind of bomb was that?" She asked no one in particular as they ran down the hallway, explosions followed by a gust of wind in their faces.
"Breach! Hull breach!" Called an obvious human. Of African descent like the doctor, this warrior was shorter than Phoenix but powerfully built, he grabbed the others and dragged them through a doorway and slammed his hand down on an emergency close button and the shrieking wind stopped with everyone's ears popping.
Through the clear door, Phoenix could see several people sucked around the corner of the last intersection hallway and out of sight.
"That will work against the strike force, they brought that issue on themselves, the Empire has violated every treaty possible just now." Said the red-headed leader.
"Sir! We can't get to the transport. We have to find another way off the port." Phoenix saw on the chest of the man who had pulled her through the hatch wore a name tag "Garr-id".
"Escape through the utility access. Rhea! Take the civilians to the ship."
Rhea, a slightly wolfish looking woman with pointed ears interrupted him.
"I can't leave you, Sir!" She argued.
"You have your orders, now go, these people are non-combatants and do not need to suffer through this. We will meet you at the ship and give you cover, when you are in we will join you."
A growl like that which Phoenix had never heard from someone before nearly made her laugh, it might have been even comical in another time and circumstance, but now all she did was stare.
Through a small hatch that was quickly sealed behind them and by the sound of debris piled over the access port, hidden.
Rhea and the half-dozen doctors, nurses and former patients ran, crawled, climbed and balanced carefully on pipes as they made their way down the access tunnel towards a destination that Phoenix did not know.
Through the conduits and ventilation systems, sounds of gunfire and high-pitched whine of energy weapons and people screaming dug into Phoenix's brain.
Rhea held a finger up to her lips as she stopped the group, a low hum from the pipes made their skin tingle. She pressed her ear up against a hatch that looked much like any other, then nodded. Pulling a small flat rectangle out of her belt she pulled a cord from the small palmtop electronic equipment and plugged it into a port next to the hatch.
Phoenix and the others watched as Rhea tapped the screen a few times then a holographic projection appeared over the top of the device showing a hangar door and the hallway was clear. A few more touches and she explained about recording the empty hallway for a few seconds worth.
Rhea smiled and put her hand against the lever of the service hatch and pushed it open and pointed the device at the video sensor.
"Out! OUT! Everyone." She said in a loud whisper. "Through that door and step to the left and wait for me."
When the last of the medical team was through the door, Rhea took a bound step and was through the hangar door.
"That last was the most hazardous." Rhea explained to the group. "They could have seen us, but I blinded the camera for a moment. Okay, to the ship. Quietly, single file behind me."
The ship was slightly silver-blue in color, Phoenix touched the hull as she walked and it felt like nothing she had ever touched, almost plastic or an oily covering, her fingers came back clean, but they tingled slightly as if from an electric current.
Rhea motioned the people inside and got them seated as she communicated quietly on her headset.
"We are in. Hallway was clear, video camera disabled." She reported.
"We are already here." Said the Redhead as the second group appeared from around the corner and through the door. "You are getting slow in your old age."
The other men half-dragged both the leader and two others who had injuries. It was obvious they had a rough go of it. The smaller ship rocked on the deck as the space port experienced to another impact of heavy weapons fire, only this time red lights lit up and began to flash rapidly.
"Someone finally got the defense systems working." Thought Phoenix.
In the back of the small ship, Garr-id started pulling at the RedHead's cloak and armor. "Get this off you, Sir, I have to view your wounds."
"I'm okay." RedHead groaned, "It's a bruise, nothing got through. Next time
someone make sure I'm standing next to a softer wall? Take care of Lieutenant Muir, we have to get this crate launched and out of here to safety, that's the priority now. We don't get out of here, your skills with inflicting pain while fixing us will be moot."
Standing up, the chest had a darkening bruise over the right shoulder. On his back, a large tattoo that was partly hidden by the undershirt, but what Phoenix could see was similar to the markings on all the armor, a bruise growing over his right shoulder-blade. Whatever had knocked this leader down had taken a toll through the armor.
"Sir," Doctor Concord stood up, "I have had combat medical experience. I am a trauma surgeon, I can help."
Garr-id looked at the doctor with a quick eye and smiled, "Thanks Doc, I can use you, come here and…." the voices trailed off to the back of the ship as they assessed the other team members condition.
"Rhea, pre-flight emergency launch checks. Let's get the hell out of here asap. But do it quietly with minimal use of power until the last moment. We don't want to alert them that we are here. Change the ship markings to that of something more general, a merchant or something."
Phoenix raised her hand and spoke up.
"Excuse me, but the port defense systems are up— the red emergency lights are up and flashing."
RedHead looked out the window.
"Good! Thanks! The strike team would not want those systems up, that means one of the control rooms are still in control of the facility. They are fighting back."
Pressing a few illuminated panels and tapping in a sequence on the panel and a video display came up.
"Foenicks! Good to see you are in control of things." RedHead laughed into the display. "I'll keep this short- you look like you are a bit busy."
"Your gift for understatement would be funny at another time. But we have them contained for the moment. The captain of the transport had called ahead and alerted us that something was up, we just did not know where. We assumed they headed towards the planet." Fenicks, a tiger-striped face that was bleeding out his nose and one eye was swollen but not shut. "Boru- they are demanding where you are from those that they grab. We have video of them abandoning hallways to follow your direction of travel until they lost you. You are their target Your Majesty."
"All the more reason to get out of here. Can you give a hand on that?" Boru asked quietly.
"We have decompression problems all over the station, we might have a control problem on hangar door number-5. Yes, yes, I think the controls are overloading and we might have an explosive decompression. Anything in there will be sucked out into space towards the planet."
"Copy that, Commander Foenicks. We will watch for signs of decompression in about a minute."
Phoenix looked around and out the ports, no single digit numbers were on any of the doors. There were 21 through 26.
Rhea spoke up. "Pre-flight checks done. We are ready to launch. All power is routed through shielded circuitry."
"Okay everyone, get your restraints clipped and hold on, we are doing an explosive launch through door two-six." Boru said. "Rhea, when we move use thrusters only, just keep us from hitting the edges. Let'er drift for a bit once we clear the cloud. No power to the engines, life support or any lights until the last minute." Turning around and looking at the ex-patients and medical providers, "Folks, it's going to get bumpy and cold! You civilians will find blankets over your head. If you get cold? Don't hesitate to use them, but wait until after we finish bouncing around if possible."
A shockwave slightly rocked the small ship as door "two-six" blew off it's track and the atmosphere blew it out. Debris, another small ship slid towards the breach, airtight doors closed around the hangar.
Rhea gently tapped the thruster controls and just gave enough spin to the ship so it rotated out the door directly at the planet appearing to have no control.
The smaller unmanned ship hit the side of the hangar door and split off the starboard engine. Spilling fuel and atmosphere it gained speed and rotation, angling towards the escapees' ship.
"EVADE!" called Boru as he jumped into the pilot seat next to Rhea. "Z-minus one-hundred. Let's see if we can keep our cover that was not much of a move."
Using thrusters only, the ship just sidestepped the spinning debris.
"Passive sensor's have picked up– SIRE! We've been painted with target beacons. We have multiple bogies at multiple vectors coming in from all upper altitudes." The one with the name badge Timate called out.
Phoenix heard the term, it piqued her curiosity.
"Thems not bogies— thems bandits! Okay, cover's blown! Cloak the ship, let them lose us in the debris."
Negative G-forces pulled upward on Phoenix, the only thing holding her down was the multi-point restraints that automatically tightened slightly holding her in place as the ship dropped sharply into the cloud of blown out debris. The ship shook with a concussion.
"They have us! Four Titan A6-T's" A blond warrior with a at a weapons console that Phoenix did not get the name of.
"Emergency dive! Into the atmosphere. Target the lead ship with pulse cannon." Boru ordered.
The ship rattled with cannon's rapid fire. Bolts of particle energy struck the first attacker who dissolved into photons and sparks.
"Three more, we are in the atmosphere boundary, we will be visible!" Garr-id yelled.
"Keep going, we're outgunned up by the spaceport." Boru looked up and then at the his displays, "Prepare to abandon ship!"
The outside the ship began to heat by the entry into the surrounding atmosphere of Aquila Nova as they sailed at hypersonic speeds into the atmosphere below.
"Drop the cloak, SIre?" Called Rhea
"No no, we need to fake them out a bit longer. Prepare to jettison empty escape pods two through six in half second intervals. Then the rest of you take the last of the pods and abandon ship. I'll take the ship back up into space while still cloaked. They will think we broke up on reëntry for a moment or two, long enough for you folks to get away." Rhea started to protest but Boru held up a finger, "You are the Captain, but I outrank you, the civilians will need you to fend for them, until I am able to draw the Empire ships off."
Rhea grumbled acceptance and went back to the controls and primed the empty pods for jettison without shielding as the ship rocked with more hits.
"We are visible!" Garr-id called. "Shields are holding, cloak is disabled."
Phoenix terrified at the thought that she was about to die.
"Jettison pods two through six!" Boru yelled from his pilot seat. "Everyone in escape pods seven through twelve and deploy on my mark."
Rhea directed the Doctor back to the seat next to Phoenix, a sudden jerk and the seats backed up an arm's length and a door slid over the void left by their movement.
"Oh damn, I had forgotten how much I hate this." Doctor Concord growled. "If I live through this, remind me to schedule that pirate to get his colon scoped with a reamer."
"Pirate?" She asked.
"Yes, don't you know? That's why they are after him– he is Boru U'Maille, the Pirate King. He and his father drove them back in the last wars and forced the peace treaty" Dr. Concord tried to force a smile. "He is a thorn in their side. A big one."
"THAT is the Pirate King? It must be a mistaaaaaaAAAA….." Phoenix's scream mixed with Dr. Concord's as the ship made a violent roll and ejected the escape pod out at an angle, they did an arc instead of straight line and the motion was enough for Phoenix's stomach to rise in her throat. She thought she was about to dump her churning stomach on the Doctor.
The autopilot of the pod took over and they rapidly slowed down, banked into a steep angle. Several lights lit up on panels.
An artificial male voice announced: "Vector stabilized, pod is cloaked, programmed destination arrival ETA is four-minutes."
"Four minutes to arrive where?" Phoenix asked.
"Don't bother asking, the computer is not interactive, it is just telling us where we are going." Dr. Concord said. "They will have all the escape pods land close to each other."
The Doctor did not lie, the pods had landed and the cloaking shimmered and faded as the escapee's exited and took account of each other.
Rhea looked around as others came out of the trees where a couple of the pods missed the landing area by a few dozen yards.
"King U'Maille is not here."
Timate, Phoenix could see him well now, an older warrior with stripes on his shoulders as he walked towards Rhea. "He will be here when he can. The bandits were still trying to stalk the pods. I don't think they were fully convinced that the ship broke up on reentry.""We are near enough to go to the meeting place, besides, I am hungry."
"I want to sit someplace that doesn't move," One of the wounded warriors limped up on his feet. "Or have someone shooting at me."
The group agreed and walked into the village.
Tags ambush, Buccaneer, cloak, commando, crash, Doctor, King, pirate, Redhead, rescue, sci fi, soldier, Space, war
The Pirate Kingdom Facet 10. Surprise
Facet 10. Surprise
The Thunderbolt fired upon the first Momo ship, the engines of the Buccaneer Co-op's great battleship flared under a gang-start into full power. An attempt by the Momo battleship to fire on the Thunderbolt was abruptly ended by the Lightning. With a sudden charging of weapons. The high energy discharge flared violet to blue to deep-blue as the frequencies built up. A cold shot against the shields of the MoMo destroyer, changing frequencies in milliseconds as it warmed-up while it was brought to bear against the warship.
The Momo lead ship Destructor lit up in sparkles of overloaded conduits and melted armor as the ship took disabling damage, the Buccaneer Consortium Lightning lived up to the name given to it when it was designed and built, the energy discharge became the first use of the weapon in the history of warfare.
The Buccaneer battle ship, ThunderChild, sped towards the hostile ships firing a Singularity class torpedo at Empire's Hammer. On contact with the enemy ship, the weapon absorbed all the energy of the shielding while the Thunderbolt charged its massive rotary canon, a ten-barreled helical rail gun, taking aim at the Power Cubed, a fighter-carrier before it de-cloaked, surprising the Empire ship that its camouflage was ineffective against the Buccaneer close-combat ship.
In the abandoned exam room, Phoenix called her ship, telling them to send a distress call for the port. Ducking a shattered air plenum and hanging ceiling panels, she could hear hissing of high pressure gas leaking in the hallway when she saw them through the transparent walls.
A group of men and women dressed in red and black surrounding a tall male with shoulder-length red hair, came moving quickly down the hallway at the opposite end and stopped. They surveyed the carnage at the other end of the hallway and motioned to the standing nurses and doctors, indicating to them to get behind the new group.
One of the women in black armor with a red crowned skull on her shoulder opened the door to the room Captain Phoenix Alexandra took shelter in.
"Quickly! Come with us if you value your life." Was the raven-haired warrior's only words.
The Captain did not need a second invitation.
Tags battle, Buccaneer, empire, fleet, pirate, rail gun, Redhead, singularity, Space, torpedo, war
Children of Fury: Hellions Chapter 5. Reunion
Chapter 5. Reunion
The moon had not yet set when the two ships quietly rounded the headlands of the bay.
Blackfish and Lir slid into the bay next to two dark ships.
Dark, but not asleep.
On board the Wrath and Scorned crews sat and watched the illuminated ships come close.
A woman's voice answered.
Cheers erupted and they stowed the guns. The reunion of adoptive big sisters and their crew erupted in cheers and lamps were lit.
Sunrise found a fleet of four-pirate ships deep in conversation.
"Mssr. O'Danu." The brilliant blue eyes of the French Fille-du-Roi looked evenly at Conn. "You are most blessed with such a jeune homme."
"Emmm… Jeune man." She repeated. Then thought a moment. "Young man?"
A chuckle from a crewman behind her earned an icy look, silencing him instantly.
Laughter echoed over the morning water, the ships with space enough between them, men in the rigging. Each ship ready to unfurl canvas at a moments notice.
While the adults cackled and told stories, the one known as "Back-from-the-dead-red" looked around and spotted her most protected of men standing on the bow of the Wrath. She walked up to the youth, a boy when she last laid eyes on him, in the year that passed, he had grown nearly as tall as she was, his shoulders widened. But the one that Annemarie called "Mon Dash!" still looked out over the water with those green eyes that filled her with worry.
The eyes filled with an anger that haunted her soul. A steady, unblinking gaze that wished they were somewhere beyond the horizon. When last they sailed together, she prayed that when this young man, Keegan, reunited with his family, he would find peace.
"Talk to me." She said, sitting on the bowsprit. "You have been and always shall be my man." Her voice soft in the daylight.
"My dad and all their crew cannot keep up with us. They are learning how to sail their ship they built the same as ours." He shook his head, blood-colored hair glistened in the sunlight. "Even though the adults have years on boats and ships, even building, they do not have the skills to fight by reading the water. Granuaille has already drilled the others and we can run out the guns faster than fast. Even Dana has earned his place amongst us. "
"Who, pray tell, is Dana?" Jacquotte asked. "And do not discount an adult's skill. I am an adult and you see what I can do."
"That would be me." Icy blue eyes under the hair golden sunshine. The small boy-child, in her eyes stood next to the older and taller captain of the child crew. "I am his brother, what are you doing with Keegan?"
Jacquotte laughed at the younger boy's protective nature.
"Your Keegan, is my Dash. He is my man, I have fought beside him and hold him dear in my heart." She winked, this seemed to relax the younger one.
"Dash, you did not tell me you had such a handsome brother."
"You know him, this was the cabin boy we took off of the ship under the command of Captain Tudor." The cheeks of the haunted green eyes smiled. "This is him."
"THIS? His hair was not nearly as bright, he was shades darker. And he had black fingernails." Jacquotte clapped. "Mon dieu! You have cleaned up well, cabin-boy."
"Any family of my Pirate Prince is welcome aboard any of my fleet." She smiled while Dana blushed brightly.
"Don't worry, Dana," Dash laughed. "She has done that to me, and Bradan, too."
The tall redheaded woman stepped up to the one she called Dash and put her arms around him.
"Aww. Ma'am…" Dana started.
"Call me Jacquotte, or if you cannot, Captain will be sufficient." She smiled.
"We must return to the meeting, it seems that the meet and greet is over." Keegain said.
The trio stood and walked back to the larger group. Jacquotte sadly did not have time to talk to Keegan, her dash of spice in her life. A kindred ginger with the green eyes.
"We sail at the turn of the tide in ten-hours." Keegan directed. "We head south, then west to Port Royal, there is a man we need to meet."
Captain Henry Morgan would be quite surprised to see his favorite pirate had returned.
In ten hours, the tide turned and began to withdraw, four ships gracefully rounded the edge of the hidden bay and turned to a southerly course.
©2015 Dash McCallen All Rights Reserved
Tags adults, brother, children, dad, Pirates, Redhead, sail ships, sister
Dragon Master University Chapter 31. In The Showers.
Chapter 31. In the Showers.
Sprite was laying against Jona's back, stealing the blankets like all girls everywhere do. Jona woke up cold.
But he had time for a shower in his new semi-private room, the only problem was the lack of privacy between human and dragon and genders.
His first experience with this upper level shower room was when his hair was full of soap when someone came in.
This alone was not out of the ordinary, the bathrooms were huge and built to fit all sizes of beings.
But the voices nearly made him slip on the smooth, snowflake obsidian floors.
"Can I use your hair soap?" A female voice said.
Two female dragons had walked in and were showering and talking together.
"Careful, human-boy." The gold dragon said, she smiled. "I know you. You're in the Dawn Room alone, which is very cool in my opinion. But a lot of students hate being alone here."
"My name is Starr, my parents are Polaris ice-dragons. But I am a kind of throwback, I don't like the cold, I like warm showers."
The redheaded human girl who stripped down had put golden scaled boots next to her clothes and stepped into the shower, borrowed Starr's shampoo.
"This is my roommate, Beulah Kate Archi Baker."
"Call me Kate." She said dangerously. "I don't know why you introduce me like that."
"It's that or as Boots. You wear that collection of footwear you have all the time." Starr said.
"I just like my shoes." Then turning to Jona. "You can stop looking now, yes, I am human, yes, I am redhead, yes, the water is cold. Make no mistake, I am willing and able to throw you out of here."
"Kate is a member of the Wild Witch Warrior club. They perform caged magic battles."
"Caged ..what?" For a moment, Jona forgot he was standing naked in a shower in front fo two girls. "I don't understand."
Starr sighed happily as she let hot water flow over her head of fine golden feathers and down her armored back. The scales she had here fine, almost skin-like on most of her body, but the dorsal scales were overlapping armor, each scale the size of his thumb with, what looked like, dentations that interlocked, giving her a silvery metallic stripe down her back.
"That's unique coloring you have on your spine." Jona became more comfortable with being naked in front of the girls. They paid him no mind as each one went to the job of preparing for the day.
"It is my adult scales coming out, it starts on the spine and eventually I will have all these covering me. My mom is the color of the moon. Dad looks like a setting sun. He is all copper."
"They look smooth." Jona said.
"Do you want to touch them?"
"Careful, what is your name?" Kate asked, leaning back to rinse out her hair. She had freckles down her body that looked like she was the victim of someone with a small marker and put dots all over her body.
"My name is Jona."
"Jona! Don't stroke her back, you will lose whatever dignity you have. She likes humans." Kate winked.
"He won't lose any dignity, he will know what dragon loving is like!" Starr said with a wink.
"As I said." Kate laughed.
Jona felt his ears burn at the flirty women as he dressed.
The two girls finished while he was dressing and he could understand why Starr called Kate "Boots" for the colorful footwear she pulled on.
Starr did not get dressed, just wrapping up in a towel then stepping close to Jona.
"She is right, I do like humans, males and females both." Starr winked. "I'm quarter-human myself."
Before Jona realized it, Starr's prehensile tail slid up the back of his leg, touching every part of his back and shoulders.
"Mmm. Nice." Starr winked a jeweled eye at him. "Come see me if you ever cannot sleep."
"Jona, take my word, once you do ice, nothing is never as nice." Kate said. "And you can call me Boots."
"Thanks, Boots."
"Byeee." Starr whispered as she slipped out of the room.
"Sorry about her. She has a heat cycle, when she needs to take hot showers, no one is safe." Boots smiled and waved as she left.
Jona laughed and walked back to his room. This floor was far different from "The Mine".
Tags boots, coed, college, Dragon, flirt, freckles, girls, human, mine, naked, Redhead, sex, shampoo, shower, tail, university, Witch
Dark Heart, Pure Soul Chapter 14. Heaven on Earth
14. Heaven on Earth
Cuinn, as he now called himself, looked out the door of his room watching the matriarch of the family teach a small girl-child how to use a loom to make a tight weave of a brightly colored cloth, everything about these people was one of joy and color. Out in the pasture, a young man tended to a horse, sliding his calloused hands over the long legs of the equine. Years of skill and knowledge of what the big animal could do with a single kick now kept the horse calm as he checked the legs for injuries. On the far side, he saw four men who used a fire to point a log that people were going to drive into the ground with the dozen other logs to make an enclosure for the creatures that they kept in abundance.
Once upon a time, he hung on the side of a building and watched as an advanced human race slowly poison themselves with chemicals in the form of drugs to make themselves happy. Here, in the prehistory of that same race, they worked and lived with animals and crops. No one was on the verge of suicide in this group.
He pondered about crime.
Crime? They probably did not even have a word for it.
He had yet to speak to anyone or tell them of his name. Finis had gone, after some length if time, when the eldest male had brought him a tunic of fine wool to wear. The man was rather taken aback with the naked face of the stranger and had asked if he was some sort of girl.
That made the demon laugh inwardly. So he had decided to grow a beard, but it was taking longer than he had expected. It has been several hours and he could not detect any change. As a member of the hoard, he would only have needed a second to change his appearance. This, however, was presenting a challenge, indeed. But he was not going to fail, never would he return as a lowly unnamed slave of anything that crawled out from under a rock.
"You look out on the land as if you have new eyes, fair-faced one." The sudden voice behind him brought him out of his reverie.
He turned and it was the matriarch of the family, she was tall and slender, her hair behind her head in a single plait that was the color of a sunrise. She was about thirty summers old, by the time of humans able to do space flight, this grandmother, wise and with wisps of gray hair, would be a young woman in the eyes of the society of that far off age.
He opened his mouth to say something, not knowing just what to say and his voice made a croaking sound when he spoke.
"I see beauty in your family and I thank you for your kindness and hospitality. I have been to many places and have lost sight of that which I have seen as beautiful. This family of yours has taught me the meaning of beauty once again." he smiled softly. "I don't know the name of your family here."
His hostess smiled softly and nodded, "The way you found on the road, naked and beaten by someone or something you had made very angry, concerns me. Only this ax that leans against the wall was in your hands. It is unlike anything we have seen."
She raised one eyebrow as she looked at the ten-pointed ax. "As for our family? We have a few families here. This is what we call a fine (She pronounced it as "finna"), we are a smaller part of a Clan, but when we finish gathering up the sheep and animals that have ranged in the hills here, we will go and meet at the Clan home on the coast, at the edge of the world."
He nodded understanding, pointing at his ax, "This ax is a weapon and tool that was given to me by someone long ago." (Or would that be long in the future? Time was not something he could relate to very well, without even including the effort to explain it to this terran.) "I can't recall his name," (A lie, but no one needed to know it was Hades, the Emperor of Hell in that time.) "Or for that matter I don't know my name."
This was true enough, he had chosen the name "Cuinn", but wanted to find more knowledge of the people here before he used a name that could be one of a hated history. "All I remember was a man on a horse."
"That would be my sister's son, Tosk. He is the leader of the hunt. Nearly always brings back meat for the family and fine. We should find your name, for your spirit cannot be inside you without your name. Who ever struck you and knocked it from you did you a great harm."
"We would have to drive you out of this area." She shook her head, sadly. " Without a spirit, you could harbor a dark demon inside you and brought into our midst."
He nearly laughed out loud at that. She had no clue about the true nature of the man in front of her. At one point, he would have enjoyed making her weep and turn on any of the host. That was his job and he enjoyed creating bitterness and woe greatly. But now, he looked on her with different eyes.
They knew him not. And yet, and yet they brought in his broken and bruised body and cleaned him up, put him in a bed reserved for guests and clothed him. No other reason he could think of other than it was part of the fabric of this society.
Then, a yell came from below. A rider on a horse was seen riding in on the road was coming towards the enclave. In no hurry, the rider waved at the small group of buildings and the people as the horse and rider made their way up the path. Sleek, tall and black, this horse was unlike the smaller ones that were in the compound.
The rider looked up at the larger house where he stood in the window and looked out. He felt a thrill of recognition, it was HER. His heart leaped with such joy he bounced on his feet.
"You know this person?" the leader of the clan asked. Gretna was that which all the others had called her. "You act as one of my children when the father returns with a prize of the hunt."
"Oh yes, she is known to me. I would go talk with her now." He smiled and she granted him leave with a smile and nod.
He walked to the black horse with a bounce in his step and a smile on his face. The new stranger smiled down on him then slipped off the great horse.
"There you are! I have looked all over for you. I was coming to ask these good folk if you had been seen and that I had lost you." Her red and gold mane of hair glittered in the mid-morning sunlight. "You are well taken care of I presume?"
"This is Kane, he is my mate." She said to Gretna. "Ten nights ago he went to get water and never returned,"
"Many foot prints were found near where he should have been and it I feared that the Picts might have taken him." She looked him in the eye and spoke to the leader of the Fine.
"I thought I had lost you." She whispered as her fingers caressed his cheek.
He looked her in the eye and mouthed the name, "Kane?" and turned and nodded, "I am Kane! Pleased to meet you and thank you for your kindness."
Looking back to Bronwyn,
"For a time I have been lost, lost to the world," Kane said softly. "For I could not speak, lost to these people who saved me for I knew not who I was, taking any name I could, to see if any reminded me of who I was, lost to you because I did not know where you were."
The newly named human made her smile wider than she had in a very long time.
"Kane! it is our joy to meet you!" Two men laughed and now greeted him without suspicion.
They slapped him on the back and welcomed him now as family might greet a long-lost relative.
The crimson haired rider stroked the neck her horse, turning to look at Gretna.
"I am Bronwyn, we are making our way inland, away from the water. Our lives are forever on the edge of the world it seems."
Bronwyn did not lie. But she covered herself well.
"You are welcome to stay for the night and share our food." Gretna smiled broadly "If you would trade any stories this will make the night seem short. We have ale, for which we have traded with other clans. Our wool is of the finest on the coast."
"I would appreciate that and my camp is over in the next valley." Bronwyn nodded. "I have been lucky to have found him alive and well. I will accept your offer and make the long trip back on the morrow's first light."
She walked her horse up the path to the enclosure that was nearly built. Pulling off the bridal she showed it to the men that examined her horse. "I had this made in a land across the water. A whole village used them with the horses. The animals accepted it well and would not buck as badly."
Gretna smiled broadly and motioned to Bronwyn to come over.
"Let the men play with the new horse, that will keep them busy for most of the day and you know how men are with things that go fast or one as tall. Nor have I seen one as tall as you or your mate Kane."
The disguised angel nodded and spoke softly to Gretna.
"I wish some time alone with Kane so we can talk and I find out what has happened to him over the last few nights. It is not like him to wander off, and you say he had his ax with him?"
The matriarch answered just as softly, two women that cared deeply for what was theirs and they were in the deepest worry.
"Yes, it is nothing like any of us have ever seen. It gleams like the full moon and has a shape that is impossible for us to figure out how to do with bronze and copper, not counting this moon metal."
The two women walked up towards the house talking to each other in hushed tones.
Kane felt the fear that all men everywhere feel when two women get together and men are on their tongues in conversation.
Following along behind them, holding to the theory that it was better to keep them close than be surprised about it later when they would come looking for him, later. Beside the fact that Bronwyn was his liaison here, he knew little about humans and wanted to keep it that way. But now he was in for a battle.
He chuckled darkly, his fortunes had not changed much. But. at least, Bronwyn was nearby and he had an ally. He could not wait to get her alone to find out what she was doing here.
Not one to look down on a fortunate gift, but he just did not know what to think.
That night after the meals had ended and the humans had consumed their fill, only Bronwyn and Kane remained awake.
"What are you doing here? I cannot come back with you, I am here forever, and you are an angel." He said directly and softly. "You can return any time, yes?"
After she had taken him by the hand and made love to him for the first time in this age, she kissed him a long time before she answered his question.
"I have spoken with my Lord and got permission for you and I to live here and I will help you do what you need to do without being alone." Brilliant blue eyes sparkled with excitement on the current life. "To keep you from being taken off your path by the imps and demons of your past life. We can do as you wish, but I chose a life with you, life as a human like you. I have no powers, but I will live in immortality like you do. We will span the years together and I can return any time that I wish to the other side. But so long as I am here with you I can't use any power that I have in my Angel form. When I am here, I am human in form, but I am immortal. I may live as a human, but I am not unprotected from the Dark Side, the Host has many that have supported me. You are not a favorite being, those you have met and brought down in battle do feel some ill will towards you."
Kane grimaced over the huge angel that had him at her mercy for a moment.
"I think she would have more than a little ill will." he thought.
Bronwyn continued "They are all wishing us well and good will." She grinned "Most of them anyway."
Then Bronwyn frowned slightly, "The cost of this union is that we can never have children, there have been events that have crossed boundaries and plague Angel and Demon alike. But the Lord assures me that this will never be a great issue. But my Lord has denied at every plea, 'no children'."
She drew a breath, "This may cause a bit of a tribulation in the future I think, because children are a staple of the energies of the hearth."
Kane smiled softly, "So long as you are with me, we can make due with anything else. But – No powers at all? What if some of my old brethren got involved. They have no such restrictions."
"I can use my powers subject to the approval of Gabriel, the Archangel."
Kane sighed… Gabriel! He and Gabriel had faced each other in battle before and had not found who was the better warrior. This made for some consternation in that Gabriel and Micheal had both been looking and waiting to test him in battle again. This was a terrible worry. He still carried memory of scars and injuries inflicted by those two thunderbolts of the Other Lord. The Dark Lord had healed him when he had returned broken and injured, but never beaten. But never had he been allowed to walk away without scars.
But now he was with his hearts deepest desire. Bronwyn had come to him, giving up all so she could have a life with him and create a life that , to say the least, would be challenging. Here, where the scars could heal, he could cause the very throne of the Emperor to tremble in anger.
This pleased Kane to no end.
Tags Angel, Archangel, clan, Demon, Fine, Gabriel, girls, God, Heaven, Hell, horse, Ireland, love, Redhead


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The Accord: Generic Event Marketability and Access Agreement is Open for Signature
The Biotechnology Industry Organization (BIO) and the American Seed Trade Association (ASTA) announced today that the Generic Event Marketability and Access Agreement (GEMAA) is now open for signature.</p>
Washington, D.C. (October 31, 2012) – The Biotechnology Industry Organization (BIO) and the American Seed Trade Association (ASTA) announced today that the Generic Event Marketability and Access Agreement (GEMAA) is now open for signature. The GEMAA is a landmark agreement created within the private sector-driven framework, referred to as The Accord. The Accord was developed to address the transition of commercial biotechnology events as they go off patent.
When implemented, the GEMAA will provide confidence to growers, breeders and grain handlers in the use of generic biotechnology events. The GEMAA is intended to benefit the entire agriculture value chain by ensuring the maintenance of foreign regulatory authorizations and stewardship obligations following the expiration of patents for biotechnology events utilized in seed varieties.
Beginning in 2010, BIO, ASTA and their technology provider and seed company members engaged a wide range of stakeholders including grower groups, grain handlers and government officials to identify and create solutions that would provide clarity and enable ongoing farmer choice of biotechnology events (often referred to as biotech traits) following patent expiration. The result of this 2 year dialogue was the development of the GEMAA as a component of the Accord.
The GEMAA is a contractually binding agreement among signatories which provides a clear set of procedures to manage patent expiry for the benefit of the entire value chain. The agreement will promote continued innovation and competition in the seed industry, while respecting the intellectual property rights essential to stimulate the innovation needed to meet the growing global demand for food, feed and fuel.
"The clear message we heard from our stakeholders was the importance of a reliable plan to maintain U.S. export markets," says Cathleen Enright, Executive Vice President, Food and Agriculture, BIO, "The GEMAA provides a predictable and transparent process that ensures global regulatory authorizations are maintained during and after these transitions so that farmers can continue to realize the benefits of these products."
"Innovation is the basis upon which the seed industry can provide farmers with a wide array of high quality seed," says Andrew LaVigne, President and CEO of ASTA, "Providing business opportunities is one of the principles behind the Accord. It assures access to off-patent, biotech events and a path by which these events can be confidently utilized by the broader seed industry."
Under the GEMAA section of the Accord, signatories to the agreement that have developed proprietary regulatory information to support the authorizations for events globally would be required to provide notice of patent expiration three years before the last patent on the biotechnology event expires and provide access to the generic event at patent expiration. Additionally, the regulatory data owner must elect to either maintain regulatory responsibility on its own for the whole marketplace for at least four years after the last sale of the product, or share or transition this responsibility with other users. If no interest is expressed by other signatories, the owner could discontinue the event.
In all instances, GEMAA signatories commit to properly steward their commercially available events.
The Accord: GEMAA is the first of two agreements that will make up the Accord. In addition to the GEMAA, the BIO-ASTA group continues to work on a Data Use and Compensation Agreement (DUCA) that complements the GEMAA and will have additional provisions related to structured access to regulatory data, and data compensation, to compliment the bilateral negotiated process in use today by companies to create novel combination products. The DUCA is targeted to be open for signature in the first quarter of 2013.
More information about the Accord and the GEMAA signature process can be found at: www.AgAccord.org.
About ASTA
Founded in 1883, ASTA, located in Alexandria, Va., is one of the oldest trade organizations in the United States. Its membership consists of about 750 companies involved in seed production and distribution, plant breeding, and related industries in North America. As an authority on plant germplasm, ASTA advocates science and policy issues of industry importance. Its mission is to enhance the development and movement of quality seed worldwide.
Colleen Lerro
clerro@bio.org

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Q: AngularJS project structure and defintions In app.js file I defined the following:
var app = angular.module("app", ["ngRoute"]);

In testController.js I defined the following:
app.controller('testController', ['$scope'], function($scope) {
    $scope.temp1 = "";
    $scope.temp2 = -1;
});

In testService.js I defined the following:
app.factory('testService', function ($http, $scope) {
    'use strict';
    return {
        list: function (callback) {
            $http.get('url?param=' + $scope.temp1).success(callback);
        }
    };
});

In testController.js and testService.js lint tells me that app is undefined. How can I tell both of the files that app is the app from app.js?
How can I tell testService.js that $scope.temp1 is actually taken from testController.js?
Thanks

A: First, all of your code should be wrapped in an immediately invoked function expression.
https://github.com/johnpapa/angular-styleguide#iife
(function(){
    real code goes here
})();

This keeps the global variable space clean
To access app from the other code, you don't.. you retrieve it again.  So your controller would look like this:
(function(){
    angular.module("app").controller("testController", ....
})();

And finally, the controller part of your code has misplaced brackets.  The closing ] should be after the function.
(function(){
    angular.module("app").controller("testController", ['$scope',function($scope){
        // function code here
    }]
})();

And your service is a singleton (there is only one for the whole app.  So, you would not pass scope to the constructor as you have, but you would pass it to the function that needed access to it.
But passing scope down to a service like that will probably tightly couple your controller to your service which is something you shouldn't be doing.  You should be retrieving from the service and passing specific elements in that it needs rather than the scope that could change.

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Q: picking two elements from JSON array and adding to a new json array I have a JSON Array which looks like this on Stringify:
 [{"lat":40,"lng":90},{"lat":41,"lng":91},{"lat":42,"lng":92},{"lat":43,"lng":94}]

and so on ( Actual  array will have more entries).
I want to pick two elements at a time, create a JSON array (exact same format as above) and plot each as a line on google Maps.
Code I wrote goes like this. json is what I get on using JSON.parse whose stringify version is mentioned above.
var x=[];
for(var i=0;i<json.length/2;i+=2)
{
x=json[i];
x+=json[i+1];
//var y=JSON.parse(x);
console.log(x);
}

As expected I get a [object Object][object Object] output. Can I directly use this to plot? I don't think so because I get this if I stringify x
 "[object Object][object Object]"

I think I'm doing this wrong or missing out on some basic thing. Not that well-versed in Javascript. Please help. Thanks.

A: You need to use push method to add values in array.
var x=[];
for(var i=0;i<json.length/2;i+=2)
{
x.push(json[i]);
x.push(json[i+1]);
console.log(x);
}

And you can use the resultant array like this
var lat = x[0].lat;
var lng = x[0].lng;

Or you can loop over array as needed.


When the first LEGO Movie came out in 2014, we were immediately bitten by the LSS (Last Song Syndrome) bug in the tune of Everything is Awesome. It didn't take long before Bricksburg's anthem became a rallying cry of LEGO fans all over the world. Now fast forward to 2019, a new generation of LEGO fans will once again be caught in a catchy song that will surely get stuck in every LEGO fan's head. The LEGO Movie 2 has revealed its most trendsetting song yet, and its one that is aptly named as well.
Simply named as the Catchy Song, this latest theme from the movie's soundtrack was performed by Dillon Francis and features rapper T-Pain and tween hip-hop sensation That Girl Lay Lay. You can hear the complete song courtesy of WaterTower Music right here. The above promotional, one-minute trailer also gives us a hint at what part of the LEGO Movie 2 film will the Catchy Song be featured. We don't know the complete story plot yet, but judging from several scenes shown on the trailer, the LSS-inducing song will be used to somehow subject Lucy to some kind of mind-control procedure at the behest of Sweet Mayhem. The scene seems to take place inside the Pop-Up Party Bus (708280) which includes some pretty interesting characters. It's cool to see how almost all of the characters in the interstellar Party Bus have a corresponding physical minifigure, especially those included in the LEGO Movie 2 Collectible Minifigure series. My only wish is that this Party Bus version of Benny will eventually find itself in an official LEGO set.
The next scene seems to happen within the dreamy territories of the Systar System, where Rex and Emmet find themselves in the company of hyper-cheerful minifigures, minidolls, and maracas-rattling raptors. Emmet is uncontrollably drawn in by the tune of the Catchy Song where his minifigure body wiggles as if it has a mind of its own.
Warner Bros certainly knows how to amp up its LEGO Movie 2 promotions, and the Catchy Song seems to do the trick. I'm afraid this song will certainly get stuck inside my head for quite a long time.


How to measure your foot size at home!
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Tape a piece of paper down to the floor, place your feet firmly on top of piece of paper and draw the outline of your foot all the way around, please note that must put the pen straight down.
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Q: Automating CIS Hardening benchmarks for Windows Server It seems that CIS benchmarks on Hardening for Windows Server is more then 700 pages and if there are multitude of servers, doing manually is a challenge.
I wonder, how does one really automate the entire process for windows, maybe via some kind of configuration tools or different way ?
We tried going the ready made AMI way, but challenge is that lot of things do not seem to work and we can't even trace on which CIS rule caused the break because there are too many rules.
Any suggestions will be appreciated !

A: You can test HardeningKitty, a Powershell script.
As a commercial solution I suggest CHEF
HardeningKitty is a open source Powershell script using CIS and other Security checklists as a csv database and Audit your windows 10 and windows server security settings. In addition to Audit, it can make Hardening on your machine.
HardeningKitty works in Three modes: Audit, HailMary and Config.
Before you make use of it, run powershell as Administrator, then you must import ./Invoke as a module and acitivate execuation of unsigned scripts on Powershell.
>     Set-ExecutionPolicy RemoteSigned
> Import-Module .\Invoke-HardeningKitty.ps1

after that make Audition using following command:
> Invoke-HardeningKitty -Mode Audit -FileFindingList .\lists\finding_list_cis_microsoft_windows_server_2012_r2_2.4.0_machine.csv

you can change security checklist using csv files in HardeningKitty\lists directory.


Confined spaces in the workplace pose a significant risk of injury and death. Hazards in confined spaces can result in fire, explosion, unconsciousness, asphyxiation, or drowning. Confined space incidents can happen suddenly, often without any warning. Employers must take the necessary steps to ensure worker safety around confined spaces.
BEST Safety Trainings Confined Space Entry training was created to help people who enter confined spaces meet requirements of the OHSA.
Confined space requirements have been consolidated into one regulation, O. Reg. 632/05 (Confined Spaces Regulation or Regulation).
Supervisors, lead hands, workers and health and safety committee members/ representatives who work with or supervise Confined Space Entry.
This is a 3-4 hour theory program with a review of Confined Space Entry Protocols, forms to be populated for entry as well as understanding of how your atmospheric testing equipment operates.


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Vaccine Safety Ropa-Dopa, A Debatable Dilemma
One family is asking (source) for the right to square off in court with the manufacturer of vaccines - in order to test the restrictive scope upon which the status quo has attempted to focus the vaccine safety argument. The family's request exposes the growing need to exhibit emerging understandings that might lend some validity to the notion that vaccinations, in all their peer reviewed glory, contribute to neurological illness in children - and in some cases it is because of misfeasance. In this family's case, they believe there was a safer vaccine alternative than the one that was administered to their daughter. So, it appears there is little question with regard to the fact that vaccination caused their daughter's developmental illness, it is more about pointing out negligence on the part of the vaccine manufacturer due to use of substandard product.
Immediately, popular media has tried to limit this current vaccination safety discussion to the subject of autism and how no scientific data exists - that connects development of autism to vaccination. So what about the popular media notion?
Since you all like to accentuate autism. There are both psychological and neurological implications in autism - research contends, in an ongoing fashion, with the connection between autism and neurological findings.
The ongoing nature of media reports about how mercury-based thimerosalhas been discredited as a causative factor with regard to possible vaccination damage - in cases of autism - is a point that is accentuated by many. The problem is that point hardly addresses the vaccination safety discussion in a significant way. Especially when one considers all of the existing known risks of vaccinations and what those risks might imply. Many doctors and reporters now rally against parents who continue to have concerns about the safety of vaccinations simply because one ingredient in vaccinations is ruled out as the cause for autism.
The presence of vaccination courts accentuates the fact that known damage from vaccination exists. The need to evaluate damage that has transpired from administration of vaccination - according to medically accepted review, made the courts necessary. Vaccinations are comprised of many ingredients, not just thimerosal. Science and the field of medicine acknowledge that, at times, brain damage occurs from vaccination. However, both also acknowledge the lives cost - versus lives saved scenario as justifiable according to their disciplines. It seems entirely acceptable that some might fall into profound illness, so that many will have a kind of perfection in health since, indeed, our doctors and scientist have given lives cost versus lives saved their peer reviewed stamp of approval. Because this is so, the vaccine manufactures should have little trouble with acknowledging the fact that they are causing damage to a few - on purpose. Greater trouble might arise for vaccine manufacturers if they are withholding any documentation or data that shows they became aware of increased risk of illness from their vaccine products - maybe even due to negligent practices on their part - and they did not provide full disclosure.
With interest, I read a recent article from CBS:
...In fact, CBS News has found nearly 1,300 cases in which vaccine-related brain damage has been compensated in court over the past 20 years. (From: Vaccines, Autism and Brain Damage, What's in a Name?)
Many might come to grips with the understanding that autism features are understood to be an exhibition of evidence that neurological damage has transpired - and while typical diagnostics do not particularly tell us what we need to know about the damage - the features exhibited by those with autism tell us aspects of neurological function have been compromised. Recently a paper has been made available which points out the bias against those with autism, and how the classic features of autism mimic features of other movement disorders that are acknowledged to have definite neurological cause (for instance, Parkinson's or Tourette). There seems to be an uncomfortable blur that sometimes exists between the disciplines of neurology and psychiatry - when it comes to those given the label autism. There exist both evaluation and treatment bias against children who receive the autism label - it appears that the known presence of symptoms that point to atypical neurological function are ignored in their case. For the autistic child, symptoms are attributed to being engaged upon by the child's own choice.
From Rethinking Autism...(Implications of Sensory and Movement Disorders)... Leary and Hill (1996) analyzed the literature on symptoms associated with established movement disorders and those associated with autism. The greatest difference among these disabilities was the interpretation of the symptoms. In Tourette syndrome, Parkinson's disorder and catatonia, there was a neurological interpretation of symptoms. A social rather than a neurological interpretation was applied if the person had a label of autism. That which is called a "tic" in a person with Tourette syndrome is most often assumed to be a 'behavior' (and often a conscious choice) in a person with autism.
Many times - testing, treatment and evaluation of damage are put off or even disqualified (in court as well as at the doctors' offices) due to a child's label of autism; the psychiatric moniker tells us absolutely nothing with regard to cause or possible medical treatment for the child's exhibited symptoms. In a sense, the autism label serves to put those who are many times the weakest among us in a second class status - once they reach the doctor's office. What the heck? Many cannot defend their right to fair medical treatment anyway. Many of them cannot even communicate. The autism label seems on the verge of flim flam...Why is it that, even while so many are ingratiated to the autism term and enjoy various manipulations of the term via the growing autism industries - in order to suit their ends, families are simply left to grapple with the leftovers; once every experts' fifteen minutes of fame has either been deleted or thrown into the recycle bin.
A family that prevailed in court was wise enough not to emphasize the autism label given to their daughter, and focused instead on her medical presentation (diagnostics proved mitochondrial disease). They were able to prove that vaccinations did medical harm to their daughter and resulted in neurological harm; that neurological harm led to the (psychiatric) features of autism that she exhibited. The label autism many times becomes a type of smokescreen that creates confusion and takes attention away from the real medical issues for individuals. The label causes enough disingenuity to result in denial of proper consideration in many arenas, including vaccination courts. (Autism a Smokescreen for Vaccination Court Denials)
One recent article about the family who wants to face the vaccination manufacturer in court - ends with... Drug makers said studies show no link between vaccines and autism, including with the preservative thimerosal. As always - drug makers and reporters emphasize the autism label even when it has no need for emphasis in a court proceeding. The drug makers might be hanging their hope upon applying confusion to the discussion of safety by throwing the autism label in the mix - because it is a label that indicates nothing with regard to how an affected individual might have been medically damaged. I am saying, don't fall for the ropa-dopa. Brain damage is the subject. The autism label simply intends to inform on classic features and behaviors that are exhibited outwardly - thought to result from as yet to be identified neurological damage. How curious it is that so many experts perceive autism to be a neurological illness, but the vaccine manufacturers can simply say they did not cause autism because medical diagnostics do not yet perceive the neurological deficits that contribute to the presentation of autistic features. Medical diagnostics obviously existed for the 1300 cases of vaccine related brain damage that were compensated for in court over the past two decades. Wonder how many of those cases involved children who, in addition to having disorders with known medical cause, also had the label of autism?
Research with regard to neurological illness in general shows us that understandings are growing exponentially, and what many are coming up with shows us that various neurological illnesses might have a lot in common - even though the illnesses are given many differing names. We hardly know all there is to know about autism, and we don't know everything about the implications behind vaccinations. Especially when one considers the continuing alterations and manipulations of the cell lines being developed in order to produce vaccinations. Cell lines utilize fetal material from abortion and thus, residual DNA from that fetal material is in vaccination cell lines.
Designer Cells as Substrates for the Manufacture of Viral Vaccines, a report on designer cells utilized for development of vaccines (FDA initiated report), considers overall productive infection as a risk consideration - not just infection that results in cancer. ...residual DNA has the potential, upon inoculation into the vaccine recipient, to produce infectious virus from this DNA and thus establish a productive infection.Assessing risks of DNA residual presence in vaccines requires some absolute knowledge with regard to the amount of residual DNA being delivered via inoculation; that absolute number allows for understanding with regard to the probable amount of infectious agent. In the case of a finite amount of 10ng DNA residual presence, the presence of infectious agent within that 10ng DNA residual is between 0.00001 and 0.0001ng. While keeping DNA residuals at 10ng or below is constantly emphasized in the aforementioned briefing, there is no mechanism in place to enforce the standard - it is left to those who produce vaccines to practice diligence. What is not known, is if the manufacturers of vaccines have practiced due diligence by testing for amounts of residual DNA present in their products. I can only guess that even if they might be doing such now, they have not historically done so. Like I said, just a guess.
To complicate things a bit further. Researchers have established a link between HIV and Creutzfeldt-Jakob (CJD) and the onset of dementia; dementia is proposed to have a number of possible causes including infectious viruses, bacteria, disease-carrying parasites and fungi. The Center For Prions and Protein Folding Diseases in Alberta finds that... there may be common factors between prion diseases and other human diseases such as autism and Alzheimer's. Why does this matter?
In Birth of Designer Cells, Human Residuals, Prion Disease & Autism there are highlights about some research and recent government concern with regard to theoretical risk of disease acquired from designer cells that are created for development of vaccination. The reason CJD is such a concern is because it has been transmitted in a variety of ways, changing the rules as it goes along.
From Birth of Designer Cells:...One source who lost a love one to CJD expresses a real life scenario from their neck of the woods, where...171 people have died of vCJD from infected meat, contaminated vaccines and blood donation. 18 blood donors have since died of vCJD and their blood was used to make 83,500 doses of polio vaccine for Ireland. It was also used to provide human albumin which is another blood product present in many vaccines. And, if this is true - we have a problem. The source points to the use of bovine serum in vaccinations and questions why it would not have been phased out in light of the BSE crisis. As of 2008, IPV vaccines, MMR 2, varicella, Rotateq oral rotavirus vaccine and Pediacel 5 in 1 vaccine all have bovine serum in them...(link)
The reality exists, that not enough is known to anchor anyone down to absolutes with regard to the safety of vaccinations. Life is not so easy as to insists on restrictive absolutes when it comes to the vaccination discussion. It is very fair to assume that there are children who have been labeled with autism, and also have a comorbid disorder that can be linked to vaccination damage. Autism, the label, tells us nothing but the psychology/psychiatry - even as researchers continue their quest to understand it. It is a matter of fact, that while researchers delve into autism, some indicate emerging data that supports possible similarities with other neurological illnesses.
Individuals who have the autism label, but also have one or more comorbid disorders that are identified via medical diagnostics, should focus on diagnostic evidence supplied by the comorbid disorders. In this way they might contend better in their attempts to engage in self advocacy, achievement, and in living life according to their own unique potential. Their caregivers might also better understand which are truly the best practices that need to be applied.
In many court rooms, in many doctors' offices, and in much of the media - if you got autism, the label, you ain't got nothing. Especially when it comes to evidence based scientific data that supports identification of overall need from a medical standpoint so that pursuit of what might really be in your overall interests can be actively engaged upon. It many times appears - that those in the field of medicine are more actively pursuing protection of the dated status quo, and not actively engaging with the implications that emerging research data present; data that might increasingly defy the mantra that insists - aggressive vaccination schedules are safe. How is it that doctors can continue to contend vaccines cause some brain damage, but not autism's brain damage?
The Washington Times most recently reports:
The Supreme Court heard arguments in a case Tuesday that could pave the way for numerous lawsuits against vaccine manufacturers, a particularly high-stakes issue in light of the thousands of claims, so far unproven scientifically, linking vaccines to autism.
Like I said before, as much as some would like to confuse or confine the vaccine safety argument by utilizing a psychiatric label that means nothing - the main thing is the brain damage. Don't fall for the ropa-dopa.
I am just a mom who likes to write. I have a daughter who gives me lots to write about. Her biography is available at no cost on scribd. It is called Hello Dr. Wells. It is a chronicle, not a conclusion. We still don't know how it will end!
Flash: Vaccination Courts Prove Reality of Vaccination Damage
Vaccination Exacerbation & Autism Misdiagnosis Proclamations
Autism a Smoke Screen for Vaccination Court Denials
DNA Residuals in Vaccinations & Autism
Hello! Healthy Vaccination Debate IS Good
The Amygdala, Pediatric Vaccines & Autism Implications
Human DNA Residuals Give Flight to Vaccination Autism Debate
Vaccination DNA, Improper Integration & Autism


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Unity Bridge (World Guide Number 37-20-170) is an historic  long covered bridge over Fall Creek at Unity near Lowell in Lane County, Oregon, United States. Also known as Unity Covered Bridge and Unity Creek Bridge, it was built in 1936 at a cost $4,400 by Lane County using the Howe truss system. Its east side features a full-length window with its own roof so that drivers can see oncoming cars.

The Unity Bridge was preceded by a covered bridge built in 1890. Limited to foot-traffic only after 1936, it was removed in 1953. The Unity Bridge, which replaced the original bridge, is  further upstream. It is about  downstream of the dam impounding Fall Creek Lake.

County officials temporarily closed the bridge for repairs in 1986. Work included a new floor, exterior painting, repair of piers and guardrails, and vandalism cleanup.

The bridge carries Lowell–Unity Road over the creek. Unity Bridge was added to the National Register of Historic Places in 1979.

See also
 List of bridges on the National Register of Historic Places in Oregon
 List of Oregon covered bridges

References

National Register of Historic Places in Lane County, Oregon
Covered bridges in Lane County, Oregon
Bridges completed in 1936
1936 establishments in Oregon
Covered bridges on the National Register of Historic Places in Oregon
Road bridges on the National Register of Historic Places in Oregon
Wooden bridges in Oregon
Howe truss bridges in the United States

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'Unsung Heroes' Valliant efforts rewarded
by Carol Dutton
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Bill Mitchell, Head Greenkeeper at Perranporth Golf Club in Cornwall and Adrian Kay, Head Groundsman at York Racecourse have been crowned Terrain Aeration's Unsung Heroes of 2008/9.
Bill, nominated by Richard Whyman Course Manager at Burnham and Berrow Golf Club, has been in greenkeeping for over 45 years and led Perranporth to be recognised as a true links course and a benchmark for clubs in the area. Passionate about greenkeeper education, he was involved at the start, helping Dutchy College to assess trainees, giving his time and travelling expenses free of charge and often providing reference books paid for out of his own pocket.
Adrian, nominated by Stephen Fell of Lindum Turf has struggled valiantly throughout 2008 to keep the facility open despite appalling weather, a major re-vamp of the course and an extensive programme of re-drainage. Speaking on behalf of his fellow judges, Billy McMillan of BIGGA and Derek Walder of the IOG the STRI's Steve Gingell said that in the run-up to the Ebor four day race meeting, Adrian had been working from 3.00am to get water off the course. "In the event the meeting had to be cancelled due to rising river levels, but despite the course's situation on the York flood plain all other race meetings had gone ahead due to Adrian's efforts," he concluded.
During the annual awards, which took place at BTME the winners received holiday vouchers and framed certificates from Terrain Aeration and cheques for £200 each presented by long time sponsors Pitchcare and The English Golf Union.


This news probably won't disappoint anyone, but hey, it might affect a few people out there. Announced by Google via the updated Android Wear app on Google Play, the Together feature is being killed off on September 30.
Together is the feature that allows two Android Wear watch users to interact more closely, via sketches, emojis, and other little interactions. Basically, if you and your loved one both used Android Wear watches, it could help you feel more attached while both of you are busy at work.
But don't worry, the shutting down of Together doesn't mean the end of these features. You see, with the launch of Android Wear 2.0, many of the aforementioned features, such as the sharing of finger-drawn sketches, are built directly into the system. So, instead of relying on the separate Together app, you will simply use the Android Wear 2.0 update to do this stuff.
However, if you own a watch that won't be seeing the update to Android Wear 2.0, you are probably out of luck.


There are no other times in life where the body changes shape as rapidly as during pregnancy. Commonly women increase weight by 25% -12.5kg in the average woman. The changes in overall posture that this leads to, coupled with hormonal changes which cause relaxing and lengthening in many body tissues, can result in areas of discomfort.
Osteopathic manual treatment is a safe and gentle approach to many of these problems. Osteopaths are well trained to recognise any contra-indications and treatment should be suitable for any healthy & stable pregnancy.
Osteopathy can help with improving posture, spinal and pelvic mobility to prepare for the pregnancy. It is especially useful if you intend becoming pregnant but have pre-existing injuries/spinal problems and are concerned about how your body will cope.
Osteopathy can treat a whole range of musculo-skeletal conditions. We can also help your body prepare for the birth by correcting pelvic position & flexibility and promoting pelvic floor integrity.
After the birth hormones take time to normalise during which time you may be prone to strains and sprains. Breast feeding and carrying a heavy baby also puts a lot of strain on the body – not helped by lack of sleep! Osteopathic treatment can help with many of these problems helping you get back into shape.
Your Osteopath can also give you advice on exercise and the use of stabilizing supports if appropriate.