I had just started reading this forum not long before registering, but now an idea has jumped into my head. Surely there has been some sort of school set up in Senshi territory. And where there are schools you need teachers.
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I looked across the line of students watching for their reaction to my arrival. I had an even dozen. There was of course the mandatory cat girl, another with featureless white eyes, and a pink haired girl who seemed to be trying to hide any reaction to my appearance. Strange, Pink Hair had blue hair in her student file's photograph. And what do you know, this term there was not one but two actual boys in the class, and judging from the way one was busy tugging at the collar of his shirt he neither approved of nor was used to wearing a tie. Not my fault, I wasn't the one who designed the uniforms.
Welcome to my class. My name Andrew, but for now you may call me Mister Fauho, Teacher, or Sensei. Hmm, I think Pink Hair has decided upon finding me cute, that does not bode well.
Let me start with an issue that has come up in the past. If you have any problem with being taught by a man or a furry, well tough, I've been told to stop offering to let people transfer into the classes that are going to lose the upcoming competitions. Second, I do not answer to fluffy, fox boy, or fur ball. Third, for those about to ask, yes that would be you Melissa, no I am not a kitsune. One, count it, one tail. Forth, and those of you who need this warning know who you are, I do not take glomping well. Great I don't think Pink Hair got the message, even if I was looking her right in the eyes as I said it.
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I shall have to read more of what's been posted before going much further...
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Will the transhumanist future have catgirls? Does Japan still exist? Well, there is your answer.

I'm trying to find an older Buffy fic with the following plot points:
Giles got Joyce pregnant during the "band candy" incident.
Faith's new watcher is not Wesley, but the daughter of Emma Peel.
It's Xander/Faith.
I know it's on FF.net, I just can't find it anymore.

Hola!
I've been reading Bob's Drunkard's Walk starting when there were only a handful of chapters posted for Walk II... let's see that would have been late 98 or some time in 1999.
I live here in the States, on other forums you'll see "The sunny southwest" for the location tag. I enjoy science fiction, fantasy, RPGs (and have characters in a few online games), various genres of anime (including magical girl, I'm one of those excited by the double good news of StrikerS starting up and the clues that Nanoha has been licensed), and as has become clear by now parenthesis. I'm also a fan of forensic programs. Medical Detectives and it's new incarnation as Forensic Files, North Mission Road, Body of Evidence, Dr. G, CSI Vegas...
As the user name hints I'm also furry fen, but as I like to say I'm not actually insane. Crazy yes, insane no. Speaking of Nanoha, Yuuno is clearly a furry in denial. I mean really, "Gee, I've just lost a magical fight and don't even have the strength to stand up. I know! I'll turn myself into a ferret!" I think if we ever get to see flashback's of his life prior to the first show we'll see he was always looking for excuses for ferret time.
Like many Americans I have managed to get into debt. Credit cards. Can't live with them, can't live with them. Slowly getting it paid down, and once it is don't intend to let it get so loaded again for anything short of an emergency. But without annoyances the good things in life wouldn't have anything to be compared to.
And I really need to start studying Spanish again so I can say more than Hola!
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Will the transhumanist future have catgirls? Does Japan still exist? Well, there is your answer.

We've set up coalitions for the Great Lakes groups on Freedom with my & Chris' other established SGs there so we can get around with their telepads. Should make things a bit easier.
Hero side is with Last Line of Defense
Villain side is with V.I.L.E
FYI: For those that have the SG Teleport vet reward, you can use it to port to a coalition base.
Enjoy!
Global: @Jimmy Amp
"Broad-minded is just another way of saying a fellow's too lazy to form an opinion." -- Will Rogers

Well one of the snipest bob posted won't get out of my head, since in an RPG long ago I had a mech named Kirika...
no plans to continue this but with this out of my head I will hopefully finish my work and get back to fenspace.
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I raced down to the hangar, desperate to stop her before thousands of lives where lost uselessly. The hangar hummed with the power of three fusion reactors coming to full combat power, and the clanking sounds as the hundred ton mech disentangled itself from it's docking bay. I place myself in front of it as it glides out of the bay with amazingly graceful steps for such a large and bulky looking machine.
"Get out of my way, Doug."
I shook my head. "I'm sorry, Kirika. I can't let you do this."
Barely suppressing a gulp as her four medium plasma lances took aim on me, even though I knew this to be just a reflex action in response to her irritation.
"Don't make me escalate this," she said softly. "I know your limitations."
I let a little smile creep out. "That's as may be. But you don't know all my strengths."
"Unless one of those strengths is surviving hard vacuum I'd suggest you get out of the way. I'm starting to empty the hangars atmosphere in ten seconds." Zephiris, the ship AI, announced, interrupting our little starting contest. "Sorry Doug, but Kirika does outrank me."
E: "Did they... did they just endorse the combination of the JSDF and US Army by showing them as two lesbian lolicons moving in together and holding hands and talking about how 'intimate' they were?"
B: "Have you forgotten so soon? They're phasing out Don't Ask, Don't Tell."

It was indeed a good Friday as members of the Legendary and friends completed Positron, earning Bella her Task Force Commander badge.
On the team were Bella Fuego, Marcus MacHine, MechaDeuce, Cobalt Shrike (Who we welcome to the Legendary) and Atomyc Force.
Like Thibor before her, Bella had issues with the military mind of Paragon's scientist turned superhero.
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Marcus doing his best Keld with no name imitation.
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With his Posse. (There is a joke here, but I am going to restrain myself - no I'm not - 'Ah told you to russle up a posse!')
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Bella - Have hottub will travel.
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End mission pictures.
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From Left to right
MechaDeuce
Atomyc Force
Some Armoured Git
Bella Fuego
Marcus MacHine
Cobalt Shrike.
Marcus gives Positron a wet willy - keld slime.. ew.
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This was one of the most painless Posi TFs ever done.
Shayne

According to a thread on anifics.com, the FFML seems to have died. It is, however, being replaced with a google group. Here is the link for anyone that's interested.
groups.google.com/group/ffml

The wall of Redcap magic made it impossible for re-inforcements to reach the growing battle at the University. When the wall was first created, members of the MAGI and various Supergroups rushed to the scene to break the wall, but it stood against everything. At the head of the group, waiting for the MAGI and the Cabal witches to break the barrier, Evangelia stood next to Lora'lai. Silence reigned over the two for a few minutes before Eva looked up at Lora'lai.
"Are you sure there's nothing we can do?" Lora'lai shook her head.
"They'll let us know when we can be teleported in, Eva. The only hero inside is one of ours, so we have priority."
"But Lora,"
"Excuse me, would you be Evangelia?" A hero asked as he stepped forward. His crimson and black flamescorched uniform and the skull melted into his helmet gave him a fearsome look.
"Yes, I am. Who are you?" The helmet seemed to turn slightly, as if taking in both Eva and Lora'lai at the same time.
"I'm Blaze Falcone of the Dawn Patrol, and one of Shizuru's closest friends. I want to be on your team when you enter." Eva looked at Blaze for a moment. "OK, you can come with." Turning back to look at the wall, Eva sighed as Blaze moved to stand on the other side of Lora'lai. "I hope she's ok."
"Shizuru's a fighter. She'll hold them off long enough for us to charge to the rescue."
Blaze's helmet never turned but his statement was all that was needed as the three continued to wait.
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This is one of the three scenes I've actually gotten written for the story I'm working on that encompases three things
1. Bio Story of being a student at the university. Internet Classes of course.
2. The lvl 43 Bar Binge, which happens at the end.
and
3. her new costume with the wings. I'll throw and image in sometime this weekend for those who haven't seen it.
Questions, Comments, umm.... Grammer Check? I'll take anything!When engaging, nothing beats a full frontal.
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In the epic rage of furious thunder
legends create their tales
when the twilight calls and the dark lord falls
our glory will prevail

...it's just it's the last one and I'm always running out of time either in the morning before work or during lunch. I will make an effort to get at least a couple replies in today, though.

-- Bob
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The Internet Is For Norns.

OOC: Submitted for your approval and commentary, Takes place well _after_ the Boskone War. Given one 'rule breaker', that being the Adjusted Mass Reactionless system I have been using in Hephaestian motors all along, I believe this turbine could be built, though I am pretty much neglecting the problems you'd run into with simple air friction..
The uses for 'a whole bloody lot' of cheap electricity are manifold. One is massively overpowered comm lasers, for deep space messaging. Another is high-energy physics experiments with a _real_ kick. A Third is, well, running a mining platform, with all-electric smelters and furnaces and extractors and liquificators and, etc, etc, and.

Before the turbines go online, Hephaestus will be powered by a brace of 'Adjusted Mass Pseudo-Diesel' generators, with all the lubriciation and metal fatigue problems conversant with them.
banged it out in a night, had the Air Bearings sitting in the back of my brain again. Air Bearings are real, there are 'microturbines' suitable for running quite a lot of different electrical loads that use a flying turbine, and they are quite nice to work with - if there's any problem, and you have ethernet connectivity to the microturbine (which is a standard 23" telco rack width), it'll email you.
Begin Story!

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"Whurragh?"
*DwindleBlat!*
"Oh, hell. Enter!"
The door whooshed open, revealing the rotund form of Mr. Sparky, a broad grin on his face.
"Napping?"
"Meditating!"
"Napping."
"No.. well. Maybe?" I made a sharp gesture of dismissal. "I was trying some of the meditation techniques I picked up during the Boskone War. They really helped to keep me stable then, but these days.. I just end up sleeping."
"Heh, that's because you're not stressed like that anymore, thank Bob."
"So true. So what you got, Mr. Sparky?"
"Come on down to Storage Five, I think we're going to go operational, and I want you on hand for the first full-speed test."
"Oooo!" I bounded out of my chair eagerly, and the two of us went hustling down the halls of Hephaestus, headed for the central-most storage bay in the 'underside' of the giant chunk of Alaska that I called Home.
We fetched up in front of the final door with matching grins, and Mr. Sparky opened the door with a flourish.
"Allow me to present the Sparkman-Hermes Fluidic Bearing Reactionless Drive Electrical Turbine!"
I've never failed to be impressed by something that _deserves_ to be referred to in Initial Capitals. This certainly qualified. Down the center of the bay was a device that looked like nothing so much as a massive beer bottle, with it's neck stuffed in a steel doughnut. The 'base' of the beer bottle, however, was a lovely air intake, smooth and polished, with vanes that looked sharp enough to cut light in half. The outer surface was also smooth and polished, a glossy mirror that threw distorted reflections of my own awestruck mug back at me.
I grinned at Sparky.
Sparky grinned at me.
"So what'd you end up using for the bearing material for this bad boy?"
"Air."
"Whaaaa?"
"I stole some ideas from the turbine generators dirtside, which is where the air bearings come from, but primarily, the whole turbine thing.. well, check this out."
Sparky cranked up a simulation on his laptop, showing a rapidly increasing heat spectrum in the generator core, followed shortly by the cheesy cartoon-boom-boom effect Hermes liked to use as shorthand for 'catastrophic structural failure'. We got into the technical side a bit more, and I walked down the massive air return channel for a few yards, before it started _really_ sloping into itself.
"So where does the air go from here?" I asked, peering into the jet black, vaugely fuzzy depths.
"Goes through an air maintenance block, and then a series of radiators that should be able to lose 200% of the heat load from the generator, if we can keep them in the shade, then back to the front of the room."
I nodded sagely, and we went back to the laptop and ran through a couple more simulations of the new turbine system. This time, the generator's heat spectrum stayed in the blue, with some minor yellow hotspotting in the generator core. Sparky pointed out on the real deal the heat sinking that should take care of those hot spots, and we ended up at the front of the room next to the door, laptop in hand.
"So.. we gonna fire it up?"
"You bet, WG!... but we're gonna get to a safe distance first!"
We went to a nearby control room, the one for the vacuum lamination line, which wasn't in use at the moment. Sparky had a short conference with Hermes, and the panels and screens came up to show a myriad of views of the big turbine, with a big red button on the center MFP.
"Have at it, Boss!"
"No, Mr. Sparky - this was your project, it's your button."
Sparky grinned, and pressed the virtual button firmly and confidently. I was expecting lights to dim, rumbles to rumble, something impressive. But, instead, the turbine on the displays lifted slightly ("Magnetic suspension, really, not 'air bearings'" Mr. Sparky revealed), and began spinning.
It turns out, the necessary power to _start_ such a significant mass turning, while certainly not a sneeze, doesn't put a major load on Hephaestus' current electrical system. None of the lights went dim, and the power gauges on the panels barely flickered, regenerating swiftly.
The digital readout for RPM ("are we really going to need all six digits of that? Shouldn't there be a decimal place in there?") rose slowly and smoothly to 3000 RPM, and hesitated there.
"Here goes.. First Stage Turn On!" Mr. Sparky intoned dramatically, grasping the first lever of a throttle quadrant with his right hand and rolling it forward. The RPM meter spun up slowly and smoothly again, passing 6000 RPM and sitting at 15k RPM when Mr. Sparky let loose of the throttles.
"Magnetic suspension nominal, Energy flux approaching unity, temperatures well below expected range - I'm locking out a couple radiators from the flow matrix" Hermes chimed in, and I started paying closer attention.
"Looks like everything has evened out, folks" Sparky stated cheerfully, eying the collection of readouts. "I'm gonna go for Stage Two spinup."
"Go For Stage Two" Hermes agreed, and Sparky grasped the second lever of the throttle quad, and rolled it forward, slowly and smoothly. I was so distracted by the care he was putting into it that I missed the RPM meter, and when I looked at it afterwards, it had leveled out at 30k RPM and change.
I sat back and studied gauges and meters as Sparky did likewise, and he turned to me with another repetition of his heartfelt grin. "Everything's stable as a rock, but the amount of air we're flowing through this.. well, I wouldn't wanna be a dust bunny in there, lemme tell ya!"
I grinned back, and Sparky turned back to the controls. "I think we look good for Stage Three, Hermes, but let's let this soak for a few minutes. How's heat looking?"
"Heat's well within tolerances, but I'm getting a bit better efficiency off of the radiators than we'd planned, so we're actually a bit cold."
"I think we'll leave it that way, at least until we've soaked the system at full speed for a day or two."
"I concur. Boss, whaddya think?"
"I think this is awesome, guys!" I replied cheerfully, ignoring the operational question that Hermes had posed to me. "How much juice are we gonna be able to get out of this, again?"
"oh, a terawatt, final spec, if we run it up to overload. My best estimate says 750 gigawatts sustained, for as long as you care to." Sparky said nonchalantly, and winked at the video pickup. While he and Hermes shared a chuckle, I considered those numbers.
I'd read them in the emails Hermes and Sparky had shared with me regarding this project, but it hadn't really sunk in, until Hermes compared us to Hydro Quebec, calling them insignificant, saying they could only generate 'a mere 30 megawatts sustained'. It was madness, really, but we had a couple projects on the board that could _use_ that incredibly amount of juice, and that's not mentioning the speed increases we'd see in shifting to straight electrical furnaces instead of solar-fired...
"Hermes, I think we're ready for Stage Three, now."
"I concur, Sparky, temps are low and stable."
"Initiating Stage Three." Sparky said, grasping the third throttle in the quad. He rolled this one forward excruciatingly slowly, and I was still able to see the meter slide upwards almost disturbingly quickly. 60k passed by, and Sparky finished the throttle at 72k RPM.
"That's.. signifigantly fast."
"You ain't seen nothing yet." Sparky stated, arms folded across his expansive chest as he watched gauges and readouts steady. "Temperature still seems a bit low, Hermes, did you open up all of the radiators?"
"No, Sparky, I still have two banks closed off. The eight remaining are operating at 165% efficiency from estimated"
Sparky shot me a raised eyebrow look that I returned with interest, then turned back to the console, his fleshy fingers tapping rhythmically against his knees.
"What do you think about Stage Four, Hermes?"
"I'm good with the idea. Everything looks stable here."
"Let's do it. Initiating Stage Four." Sparky matched word to deed, laying his hand on the final throttle in the quad, and taking a deep breath before creeping the throttle down its track. The RPM meter held my eye, swiftly spinning past 100k, and finally stabilizing at 155k RPM.
"Green?" Sparky asked, a hint of nervousness in his voice.
"Green. Temps _still_ low, And getting lower. I closed off a third bank, and have an estimated 180% efficiency rating vs. initial estimate on the radiators."
Sparky removed his hand from the throttle quadrant and dropped the lock bar in place, then asked Hermes to deactivate the throttle control. She acknowledged, and Sparky turned towards me.
"155 thousand RPM, that's, oh, 2500 revs every single second.. and it's stable. The only thing left is to make actual connections and start sucking juice out of the generator, and we've got all the electricity, in any amount we'll ever need." Sparky finished his speech and leaned back in his chair, whoofing out a heavy breath.
I got up, leaned forward and clapped him on the shoulder. "Good work, killer work in fact. Build two, and rig the power for changeover. Draw any resources you need." I said. Straightening, I turned to head for the door. "Oh, but one thing, Sparky."
"Yeah, boss?"
"Two week vacation before the build starts. You need it, you deserve it. damn fine job, bro, damn fine."
I walked back to my room whistling, pondering the possibilities inherent in damn near unlimited free electricity..
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