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Topher Lydon

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  1. 07:10 – The Residence, Bab al-Azizia The dining room of the dictator’s bunker was a study in surreal, insulated tranquility, entirely disconnected from the apocalyptic ruin of the Libyan capital burning just beyond its massively reinforced concrete walls. The air conditioning hummed with a quiet, expensive efficiency, aggressively filtering out the acrid stench of cordite, pulverized masonry, and burning diesel that choked the besieged streets of Tripoli. At the center of the brightl
  2. Will comes across at times like a titan, but he's really fragile. His damaged shoulder, his myopia, and his mental health episodes, there are times where he is completely dependent on Andrew... and then there's the next chapter
  3. You know the Google Glass recorded everything. I am sure it's doing the rounds at CSIS HQ, as Yani is trying his best not to laugh his head off.
  4. He's been dismissed as office supplies, ignored, belittled, hazed (all mostly by Doc) But Cole is absolutely right about him.
  5. The Observation Lounge of the Zodiac smelled faintly of ozone, recycled air, and intensely burnt synth-beans. Hollis took a slow sip from his ceramic mug, grimaced at the bitter, sludgy replication that passed for coffee on this ship, and kept his eyes fixed firmly on the panoramic viewport. Out in the crushing void, hanging against the backdrop of an indifferent, glittering starfield, was a Spaceforce subspace relay. It was a small, utilitarian piece of hardware—a processing core, a dense
  6. Now he has to kill someone
  7. 06:00 – The Residence, Bab al-Azizia The heavy, digital video camera was unceremoniously rolled out of the brightly lit, concrete-reinforced dining room, the loyalist communications technician moving with a hurried, nervous energy that stood in stark contrast to the absolute stillness of the room's primary occupants. Will Carter sat perfectly rigid in his wooden chair, his hands folded neatly on the white linen tablecloth beside a plate of untouched dates and warm flatbread. His pulse
  8. Barnaby would be proud! we should totally do a cross-over episode. Flip would just be glad to finally have someone cultured to talk to.
  9. Some one's gotta teach 'em a lesson.
  10. I think it was more for the Iconic "So this is Playtech!" scene
  11. She took on a Weatherman in a Storm.
  12. The cold, unforgiving durasteel of the brig floor offered absolutely no comfort to Captain Karen Hollis as consciousness slammed back into her brain. For a fraction of a second, her mind swam in the disorienting, sterile hum of the detention center’s ambient energy fields. She expected to be in her quarters, or perhaps reviewing casualty reports in her ready room. But as the sharp, metallic tang of the brig registered in her nostrils, the humiliating reality of the last ten minutes crashed
  13. Those poor women... the things that happened to them during the Regime, and the horrific end after it's fall... I would not wish it on my worst enemy.
  14. This was also where the T-70's were stored that were about to be unleashed on the city. It was a lethal and dangerous place.
  15. Peter is everything a homophobic, homicidal dictator would expect, and underestimate.
  16. 05:00 – The Commercial District, Tripoli The interior of the heavily armored SUV smelled overwhelmingly of oxidized gun oil, cheap, pungent tobacco, and the rapidly cooling blood that was drying to a sticky, morbid crust against the side of Will Carter’s face. Will was pitched violently sideways across the expansive leather back seat, his shoulder screaming in protest as his hands remained tightly bound behind his back with thick, industrial-grade plastic zip-ties. He was entirely bl
  17. The cargo bay of the Zodiac was a stark, shadowy contrast to the hyper-sanitized, pristine white polycarbonate bulkheads that currently infected the upper decks of the upgraded starship. Down here, amidst the heavy loading lifters and neatly stacked crates of stolen Imperial Kareshi rations, the shadows still clung stubbornly to the corners, offering a brief, merciful respite from the relentless, cinematic blue lens flares of the command deck. It was a space that still felt like a working ship,
  18. Will is decidedly not pleased with his new found role as squeak toy of choice for Libyan psychopaths.
  19. Morning
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