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Ronan opened a bottle of champaign for the occasion -- ignoring his usual rules on alcohol and minors. "To Jason's acquittal!" he held his glass up high, and everyone else followed suit. Jason just smiled. It had been a long three months. A long, tiring, nasty three months since he'd gone in. As they'd worried, the cops had jumped on him as a chance to close a very nasty case... but they just couldn't make it. In fact, they'd admitted that the DA was screwing up even as they slapped the
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Jason stumbled to his bedroom, unable to see, unable to think, unable even to feel. He couldn't take it. He closed the door behind him and collapsed onto the bed, legs pressed up against his chest as tears flowed. He needed to pay and Ronan wouldn't let him do it that way. Now he'd just come in and take it when Jason wasn't ready. Jason didn't hear the door open, but when a hand landed on his shoulder he froze. Ronan lifted him out of bed, effortlessly, then started pulling off his shoes. Jas
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When Jason opened his eyes the next morning, he just about screamed in pain and agony -- such abuse was unthinkable! Groaning as he threw the covers off his body he slipped his legs over the bed, and froze suddenly. Firstly, where was he? This wasn't one of his friend's houses, or his neighbors house either -- and of course, not his own bedroom, he'd hardly expect that at this point. The bigger problem was what was under the covers. He did not own these boxers -- he'd never wear something s
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Jason Bester has been through hell. Betrayed, ruined, and desolate, his life seems over. Like a biblical angel, Ronan Koken saves him, helps him find himself anew, and heals him. From there, Jason shall become more than he could have possibly imagined, to face things no one could have imagined.
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Getting up from his 'worship' of the porcelain god, Jason stumbled out of the bathroom with Ronan's help the whole way, dropping by the sink to rinse his mouth out quickly on the way. Lara was sitting in one of the chairs, looking concerned, but remained uncharacteristically silent, anger rising in her eyes as she looked at Jason. "I'm sorry..." he apologized in a whisper. "Sorry?" the heat in her voice could boil lava, and as she continued the derision could have stripped paint from the wall
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“Hey JB,” Kode said as Jared walked into his day-cabin. The marine who had escorted him there saluted, and then closed the door with himself on the other side. “You wanted to talk?” Jared asked softly. This conversation had been coming for the better part of a week now, and both of them had been avoiding it. Jared had to deal with his sons, and Kode had to deal with his superiors less-than-pleased reactions to getting the Federation into a shooting war with the US. So far neither side had
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Jared grinned at Mathews. “Loud!” he said over the roar. “Assault shuttles coming in at maximum burn usually are!” Mathews shouted back as the noise started to drop. “The fun part is that only half of that noise was them doing a combat sweep over the area; the other half is pure engine noise. Those things are noisy!” “Combat sweep?” Richardson asked. “Well, I'm sure as a security guard you have a different meaning for the word, but an advanced element of a few specialized shuttles di
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The blotchy surface of the ceiling above them didn't hold any miraculous revelations, but Jared could see beyond it in his mind’s eye to the sea of stars. Space, once called the final frontier. Technically, it still was, but no one bothered to call it that. It just... was. A place of awe, mystery, and wonder. Space. Cold, unforgiving, hostile, and mankind's salvation. Even Jared, mere 'grunt' as he was, knew how important it was. The great asteroid mines overseen by the Federation prov
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Jared was tired of this damned hole in the ground. Damned tired. "General, I'm not asking for permission to move out permanently. I'm asking to take my sons out for a birthday party, a day trip to a local amusement park." "Sergeant, I'd love to give it to you," General Thatcher sighed. "I actually fought tooth and nail with my superiors, but they won't budge. I'm sorry." "The same God-damned 'security concerns' that have kept me locked up in here for the last sixth months?" Jared aske
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“So, that's the story,” Jared finished. “You can figure out the rest, you probably know plenty of it. It's just... now that you know...” “Fuck,” Captain Mathers shook his head. “I'm not sure what to make of this. You're right, it changes... it changes everything!” “I hurt him. I hurt him a lot,” Jared said, pain in his voice and unshed tears fogging his eyes. “But... it wasn't all my fault. How else could I have... once my feet were on this road, an act I had no choice in, how else c
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“Alright, Jared, now try and activate the C-HUD,” a doctor ordered, a voice over the speakers in the gym like room. Jared focused on the martial artist they'd brought in and tried to do as he was ordered, but it just wouldn't happen. “It's not working,” he complained. “The system is designed to try and learn about you, and how your mind works,” the nameless doctor reminded him. “I don't know why the shadow mind isn't taking care of this automatically-” “I told you guys, it seemed to s
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“What's going on with my son? Oh, and while we're at it with me!” Jared demanded. “I have no clue. He shouldn't still be awake, but clearly he is,” Major Williams said apologetically. “I have, literally, no clue what the hell is going on. We've lost all but the monitor feeds to his augmentation, and most of those are being routed through you. And that simply should not be happening! And I can't explain how the bloody hell you're hearing the software like that. Maybe later it could inte
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“Dad!” David screamed with a volume level only a thirteen year old boy, his voice cracking as he screamed out a single word louder than any adult could hope for, could possibly hope to manage. “Davey!” Jared cried out, tears in his eyes as he fell to his knees. “Dad, oh Dad!” David cried, throwing himself into his father's embrace. “They said you were gonna die, then they said you weren't but I couldn't see you, and then they said you were gonna wake up and they let me see you and you loo
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Jared would have screamed, if he could have controlled his mouth. Every part of his body hurt, hurt bad enough to cut through the haze of morphine and other painkillers to wake him up. The worst part of the problem was that he wasn't lying in bed. He was sitting up and looking around the room with an unnaturally keen eyesight. He was staring, for the moment, at a screw in the wall opposite his bed; and he wanted to scream. He could see the top of the screw as clearly as if it were three i
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Sergeant Major Jared Brent Warren bit his lip and forced himself not to snarl. His kids couldn't see the white knuckles he was getting from gripping the steering wheel too hard, but there was no doubt in his mind they'd notice and understand that their parents were fighting if he gave in and tore that bitch's head off. And maybe not merely in the figurative sense, either. If it weren't for the kids, he'd have hurt her long since. "And Angela has this simply wonderful diamond ring her hus
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Sometimes, life just sucks. Jared Warren knows this better than anyone. His 'loving' marriage has had thirteen long, long years to explain it to him. In detail. But when the choice between an experimental life-saving procedure and dying comes up, he doesn't hesitate. After all, he has to protect his kids!
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Zachary was a goody-two shoes born and bred. He'd never break a rule, or a confidence. And now he faces two 'right' choices, between duty to the law and duty to his friend. Whatever decision he makes, there will be no going back.
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Choice By Rilbur Skryler Zachary Smith frowned as he listened to the news, dusting off the top of the TV. It was cleaning day, and he wore his usual, ratty blue jeans and dusty polo shirt for the job. It would take him most of the day to get the house cleaned right, and there were times he wondered why he did it. His mother had passed away last year, in her own house, just like she'd wanted. She was the one he cleaned for more than himself, and with her gone, it seemed like maybe h
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How much Crisco do you have to use, compared to the others? (more)
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NSA?
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Great, so now those of us that rely on HTML formatting are screwed? (I'm assuming there is still some way to input in HTML... I hope I'm right!)
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I think the point of splitting them up was that they needed 5 hours to do the movie justice, and movie theaters don't like it when a movie goes over 3 hours Edit: And the logistics of releasing both part 1 and 2 at the same time would have been... insupportable.
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On firework, I wonder what it says about me that the single strongest scene in it -- to me -- is where the kid steps between his fighting parents. It's a touching song, but that makes me wonder about myself.
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What I find interesting is that there are two diametrically opposed 'sets' of reports on this incident. One shows it as a teacher kicking a student out for disagreeing with the teacher -- something that deserves punishment, yes. The other one is a teacher enforcing school policies forbidding certain articles of clothing, and then being unfairly punished for the situation that led to 'dismissing the student' from class. The truth, as always, is probably somewhere in the middle, muddied beyond all hope of recovery.
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I'm not going to presume to even guess how long the first video took to set up and practice. The drum corp one? Months. At least. Mind you, that's almost certainly a college program, so they probably spend more time on it than a high school program can manage, but it's still a lot of time and effort to practice and memorize something like that. WOW.
