At the same time, several thousand Scorpian’s Hand soldiers attacked from the flanks, only to be cut down by hails of BEA plasma and bullets. Wolf came running, and opened fire at an enemy soldier charging at Yellow.
“Last I checked, there’s no payload to escort, Dr. Zeiglar… aren’t you supposed to be salty healing other players?” Wolf asked lightheartedly, not realizing it wasn’t Mercy.
Yellow had a look of confusion as she glanced at Wolf, even as she held the shield wall up.
Had he really mistaken her for Angela Ziegler? True, she was essentially wearing a variant of the suit designed by the esteemed doctor, but she was still just…herself. Though admittedly, she could see how people might confuse her with Ziegler.
And what was that about a payload and being salty to other players? Life wasn’t a game.
“Fleet Admiral Yellow, GDI Fourth Fleet. We met in person a while back, Mr Wolf. My people and I are here to liberate and treat these civilians from the conflict zone.”
Two more Panther Mk IVs and a King Tiger Mk V rolled in, battering the Bouzaculan position. Their thick armour and shielding made it incredibly hard to try and take them on, rendering almost any strike on them useless.
“HOW THE FUCK DID THEY GET SUCH ADVANCED ARMOUR?!!” Wolf yelled, grabbing an RPG, and opening fire on the King Tiger, the rocket glancing off the angled armour of the tank. Growling, he threw away the launcher, and barked orders to one of the AT riflemen.
“Shoot those fucking tanks until they’re all fucking dead!” He growled. More Scorpion’s Hand infantry ran in, trying to get positions on the entrenched BEA position.
The FTL jump to Bouzacula passed by uneventfully, a small entry vector being allotted for the relief group as they slipped past the orbiting fleet of the Empire of Hope and set themselves in a stable orbit above the planet’s dayside.
Clad in her Valkyrie and waiting in the Archangel’s Blink array alongside three other similarly-clad field medics, Yellow glanced at her internal HUD, where the other relief teams were signaling their ready status. Once all of them pinged a clear green, Yellow gave the signal for deployment.
“All clear, deploying now. Hilfsteam, auziehen!“
When the swirl of quantum particles cleared from her vision, Yellow saw the battlefield below crawling with civilians, chased by ancient armor units. 20th-century tanks with shields, and bearing the sigil of the Scorpion’s Hand.
There was no time to waste.
Yellow and her companions dived, racing downwards and aiming themselves between the fleeing civilians and the tanks. The sun broke from behind the clouds as they descended, illuminating their forms and casting shadows.
Aerobraking with a spread of the Valkyrie’s propulsion wings, Yellow flung her free hand out, the barrier projector coming to life as she created a vast barrier field of shimmering brilliant gold behind the civilians. As her fellow field medics aided her in augmenting the shield wall, Yellow called out to the civilians below, some of whom had stopped and looked at them, awestruck. “Towards the fortresses! Go!”
To the civilians, the relief team’s arrival might have been quite the sight. Literal angels descending from the heavens.
The combined shield wall held strong against the volleys of fire from the tanks of the Scorpion’s Hand. The three medics then engaged their stasis systems, blanketing the enemy forces in fields of slowed time.
The Initiative had kept itself distant from the events ongoing in the Bouzaculan universe, not willing to risk the potentially massive casualties from a confrontation with the Scorpion’s Hand. History had already taught them a bitter lesson in facing enemies with powerful supernatural allies.
However, that wasn’t to say that they couldn’t at least provide some aid. Fleet Admiral Yellow of the Initiative’s Fourth Fleet had been assembling a task force intended solely for humanitarian aid, to liberate Bouzaculan civilians from the theater of war and provide them safe shelter until the conflict ended.
The authority of a Fleet Admiral being what it was, Yellow had only needed a quick discussion with Fleet Admiral Red to allow her and her task force the operational freedom needed to deploy into the Bouzaculan universe.
Of course, the need for providing aid was enough of a motivator. With each Fleet being independent to a certain degree, the discussion with Red was merely a formality.
Now within the CIC of her personal scout frigate, the Archangel, Yellow tapped the haptic interface to open the shared channel used by the relief group for this mission of mercy. “All hands, this is Admiral Yellow. Prepare for departure in 30 minutes, and ensure all gear is at peak performance. Let’s get them out safe.”
A chorus of affirmative replies came back, and Yellow nodded to herself. “That’s good. Yellow out.”
Closing the channel, Yellow couldn’t help but sigh a little as she proceeded to head to her quarters for a quick break. How were the Bouzaculan people doing at the moment, she wondered? Yellow only hoped she could help enough of them in time.
In Bouzaculan space, the conflict had escalated. Several new fortresses had popped up on the coast of Bouzacula, created as beachheads for the BEA and Imperial Army. From there, the BEA had been protecting any fleeing citizens coming in the direction of the forts.
“Come on!” Wolf yelled, as the joint BEA/rebel forces were firing into the woods, firing back at anything that shot at them. The rebels were using older weaponry, as indicated by their bullets. They even had the old Maxims.
Departing the safety of Starbase Four, the Fourth Fleet’s headquarters, the relief group slid into formation, preparing for the initial in-system FTL jump to the Arondight system’s local Transdimensional Gate.
Consisting of the Archangel as well as four medical cruisers, 8 support frigates and a packed-up mobile transport hub, the task force was well equipped to transport thousands of civilians if needed.
As one, the relief group began the jump, arriving an instant later at the Gate. It wasn’t long before the Gate synced and opened a connection, allowing them access to Wolf’s universe.
Exiting the TD Gate, the relief group found themselves in the now-familiar Janus system that was outside the Bouzaculan Empire’s space, maintained by the Initiative as their hidden primary foothold within this iteration of the Milky Way galaxy.
With the first half of the journey completed, Yellow opened the channel again with another tap on a haptic panel. “All hands, hold position. Deploy the transport hub here in Janus, medical teams suit up. Sofort.”
“When all teams are ready, we will jump to Bouzacula directly under stealth. Send a message to the Empire of Hope’s fleet there and the Bouzac, inform them of our purpose here. Once we are in secure orbit, we will begin transport runs and treatment. Verstanden?”
Like before, the various teams and captains that made up the relief group replied in the affirmative. With that, Yellow clicked off the channel and headed once again for her quarters, but this time to properly suit up.
“WE GOT A FUCKING TANK!!!!!” A trooper yelled as a Panther Mk IV rolled in, its MGs firing at anything that moved – civilian or soldier.
“Someone get a rocket tube on that damned tank!” Wolf yelled, as several soldiers brought their Zero-95 disposable launchers to bear, firing at the tank. However, something was preventing the rockets from hitting the tank.
“EVERYONE!! Duck and cover! Keep the civilians safe! Draw the tanks fire away from them!” Wolf yelled.
As the chaos continued on Bouzacula, many light years away the relief group was waiting serenely as the many medical teams suited up, along with Yellow herself.
Yellow had entered her quarters and approached the small gantry that held her custom version of the Valkyrie swift-response suit.
As the gantry quickly fitted the suit to her form, Yellow spared herself a moment of reflection upon it.
The Valkyrie and the Caduceus healing technology that came with it had been an absolute godsend for GDI’s field medics. Developed by one Dr Angela Ziegler (alias Mercy) of Overwatch in their universe, prominent scientist and medical expert, the Valkyrie had allowed them unparalleled mobility in disaster areas and battlefields to aid those in need.
After having it delivered to them by the Empire of Hope, the Initiative had further improved the Valkyrie’s design, adding powerful yet compact personal shield generators as well as Element Zero incorporated within the suit to improve the flight speed and maneuverability.
Yellow had enlisted the help of her personal AI, Alicia, as well as several Coalition engineers to add her own touches to the design, namely wide-area barrier field projectors as well as kinesis and stasis manipulation systems, helped along by a microscale zero-point power core for a much higher self-sustaining energy capacity.
With the unique variant of shields developed and used by the Fourth Fleet, which glowed a brilliant gold instead of the usual ice blue, this iteration of the Valkyrie swift-response suit was surprisingly tough despite its appearance.
Having suited up fully, Yellow checked that she was completely synched with the Valkyrie before grabbing the collapsed forms of the Caduceus staff and her sidearm. She only hoped she would not have to use her weapon lethally.
Meanwhile, the message went out to the Empire of Hope’s fleet and the Bouzac. The relief group would covertly provide humanitarian aid to the civilians and aid them in safely escaping the conflict.
Apparently, unbeknownst to me, the release of Starcraft 2 in 2010 was a big deal. It was a big enough deal that my dear Long Suffering Boyfriend (LSB) announced that sleep was for the weak and that as soon as the game was available he was going to play it until he passed out from exhaustion.
I was a new graduate veterinarian at the time, and I was pretty close to passing out from exhaustion most nights. Why anyone would do that to themselves was beyond me.
He’d moved in with me a few weeks earlier. It was wonderful, just being able to coexist in the same home without one of us being expected to be somewhere else by morning. Everything was good, even doing laundry was romantic because all our socks were mixed in together. Ah, young love.
But I was working 12 hours days in the vet clinic, and he was yet to find employment in Tasmania. I generally tried to not take my work home with me, but on this particular occasion a cut, furry face got the better of my as yet un-cynical heart.
I had brought home a little baby bunny, somebody’s new pet who had stopped eating thaat day.
Rabbits, for a number of reasons, can get Gut Stasis. When their intestines stop moving, they stop pooping, they stop eating and…
… they shuffle off this mortal coil.
Part of treatment involved force feeding the rabbit every two hours. I was expecting a long night ahead of me with broken sleep, and an even worse day tomorrow due to exhaustion. All for one adorable bunny.
But along comes my LSB to the rescue. He’s enamored with the tiny bunny, making ‘daaaw’ noises over its little ears and then becoming horrified when I explain that it’s here not for funsies, but because it might die.
He was yet to understand just how often animals die in veterinary medicine.
So I fed the bunny with the syringe, which is a special undertaking for the unprepared. A tiny baby bunny is still capable of being a bratty bunny and fighting the syringe of life-giving food which is being squirted into its mouth. Still, I persisted and fed the little scamp.
Any my LSB thought it was adorable.
After I explained that I would be waking up every two hours to feed the little thing, my dearly beloved offered to feed the bunny himself, since he’d be awake for a while anyway, and set me an alarm two hours after he went to bed. I very gladly accepted.
When I awoke the next morning at my normal time, I initially thought something was wrong, but there was no boyfriend asleep beside me.
He was still playing Starcraft II. The bunny was eating out of a bowl.
He’d fed the little baby bunny at the end of every Starcraft level, approximately once an hour, until the rabbit had got tired of the syringe and started feeding itself instead. And there were three tiny poops in the cage.
So tumblr staff, for some unknown reason (?????) decided to put a ban on what they call “Sensitive Content.”
This would be fine if it ACTUALLY RESTRICTED SENSITIVE CONTENT. None of the nasty blogs following me are restricted at all, but other, totally SFW posts are???
Like, so far I’ve seen a video of a turtle, gifs of a kpop star blowing a kiss and waving, and a moodboard with some lesbians on it (not kissing, not naked, just laying there, being lesbians) all restricted by this sensitive content thing.
So, here is one way for you to view sensitive content on browser (sorry mobile, I can’t help you)
1. First, go to chrome (idk how you do this on safari)
2. Go to tumblr, obviously
3. Right click on the blue part of the screen and click Inspect
4. This thing will pop up some where on your screen! Cool!
5. See that bottom part with all the red, angry text? Look down there and click on the gear (settings symbol) in the upper right hand corner
6. A box appears! Click the 🚫 button and uncheck the box labeled Autocomplete from history (not necessarily in that order)
7. Reload the page and enjoy your content!
You should be good after that (if you still find restricted posts, try pressing the 🚫 button again and reloading page again.
The Initiative had kept itself distant from the events ongoing in the Bouzaculan universe, not willing to risk the potentially massive casualties from a confrontation with the Scorpion’s Hand. History had already taught them a bitter lesson in facing enemies with powerful supernatural allies.
However, that wasn’t to say that they couldn’t at least provide some aid. Fleet Admiral Yellow of the Initiative’s Fourth Fleet had been assembling a task force intended solely for humanitarian aid, to liberate Bouzaculan civilians from the theater of war and provide them safe shelter until the conflict ended.
The authority of a Fleet Admiral being what it was, Yellow had only needed a quick discussion with Fleet Admiral Red to allow her and her task force the operational freedom needed to deploy into the Bouzaculan universe.
Of course, the need for providing aid was enough of a motivator. With each Fleet being independent to a certain degree, the discussion with Red was merely a formality.
Now within the CIC of her personal scout frigate, the Archangel, Yellow tapped the haptic interface to open the shared channel used by the relief group for this mission of mercy. “All hands, this is Admiral Yellow. Prepare for departure in 30 minutes, and ensure all gear is at peak performance. Let’s get them out safe.”
A chorus of affirmative replies came back, and Yellow nodded to herself. “That’s good. Yellow out.”
Closing the channel, Yellow couldn’t help but sigh a little as she proceeded to head to her quarters for a quick break. How were the Bouzaculan people doing at the moment, she wondered? Yellow only hoped she could help enough of them in time.
In Bouzaculan space, the conflict had escalated. Several new fortresses had popped up on the coast of Bouzacula, created as beachheads for the BEA and Imperial Army. From there, the BEA had been protecting any fleeing citizens coming in the direction of the forts.
“Come on!” Wolf yelled, as the joint BEA/rebel forces were firing into the woods, firing back at anything that shot at them. The rebels were using older weaponry, as indicated by their bullets. They even had the old Maxims.
Departing the safety of Starbase Four, the Fourth Fleet’s headquarters, the relief group slid into formation, preparing for the initial in-system FTL jump to the Arondight system’s local Transdimensional Gate.
Consisting of the Archangel as well as four medical cruisers, 8 support frigates and a packed-up mobile transport hub, the task force was well equipped to transport thousands of civilians if needed.
As one, the relief group began the jump, arriving an instant later at the Gate. It wasn’t long before the Gate synced and opened a connection, allowing them access to Wolf’s universe.
Exiting the TD Gate, the relief group found themselves in the now-familiar Janus system that was outside the Bouzaculan Empire’s space, maintained by the Initiative as their hidden primary foothold within this iteration of the Milky Way galaxy.
With the first half of the journey completed, Yellow opened the channel again with another tap on a haptic panel. “All hands, hold position. Deploy the transport hub here in Janus, medical teams suit up. Sofort.”
“When all teams are ready, we will jump to Bouzacula directly under stealth. Send a message to the Empire of Hope’s fleet there and the Bouzac, inform them of our purpose here. Once we are in secure orbit, we will begin transport runs and treatment. Verstanden?”
Like before, the various teams and captains that made up the relief group replied in the affirmative. With that, Yellow clicked off the channel and headed once again for her quarters, but this time to properly suit up.
The Initiative had kept itself distant from the events ongoing in the Bouzaculan universe, not willing to risk the potentially massive casualties from a confrontation with the Scorpion’s Hand. History had already taught them a bitter lesson in facing enemies with powerful supernatural allies.
However, that wasn’t to say that they couldn’t at least provide some aid. Fleet Admiral Yellow of the Initiative’s Fourth Fleet had been assembling a task force intended solely for humanitarian aid, to liberate Bouzaculan civilians from the theater of war and provide them safe shelter until the conflict ended.
The authority of a Fleet Admiral being what it was, Yellow had only needed a quick discussion with Fleet Admiral Red to allow her and her task force the operational freedom needed to deploy into the Bouzaculan universe.
Of course, the need for providing aid was enough of a motivator. With each Fleet being independent to a certain degree, the discussion with Red was merely a formality.
Now within the CIC of her personal scout frigate, the Archangel, Yellow tapped the haptic interface to open the shared channel used by the relief group for this mission of mercy. “All hands, this is Admiral Yellow. Prepare for departure in 30 minutes, and ensure all gear is at peak performance. Let’s get them out safe.”
A chorus of affirmative replies came back, and Yellow nodded to herself. “That’s good. Yellow out.”
Closing the channel, Yellow couldn’t help but sigh a little as she proceeded to head to her quarters for a quick break. How were the Bouzaculan people doing at the moment, she wondered? Yellow only hoped she could help enough of them in time.
Initiative Archival Network 