Scout's Courage Part 4 A few hours later, Scout sat at a table under another bare ligthtbulb. She fiddled with the radio while Shabba watched.Scout's Courage Part 4 by Rebel-Rider
A yellow Rygol stepped into the room. Her clothes were immaculate, and she walked with an air of authority.
“General Amelia.” Shabba saluted.
Scout stopped messing with the radio and stood. So this was the leader of the insurgency.
“You must be Scout,” Amelia said. “Please, explain what you’re doing.”
Scout pointed to the radio guts spread out across a table. “A while ago, I found out two members of my team, Kasky and Kie, were using modified Grakon radios to contact each other.” Scout chuckled. “They act like they hate each other, but they’re secretly in love and they wanted a private way to keep in contact. I was bored so I figured out how to modify my o
Scout's Courage Part 3 “I haven’t found any sign of drugs in her system, other than the usual antibiotics and some remnants of Grakon anesthesia,” a male Rygol said. “Her wounds are consistent with a grenade blast, one toe blown off, various minor burns, and a bad cut on her head, probably from falling. There’s some old scaring too, but no other injuries.”Scout's Courage Part 3 by Rebel-Rider
Scout’s ears twitched. Were they talking about her?
“No sign of Grakon brainwashing?” Shabba’s voice answered.
“Not that I can tell. Still, we need to be careful. Grakon are evil, not stupid.”
Scout opened her eyes. She lay on a table in a small room. A bare lightbulb hung from the ceiling. Shabba and the brown Rygol she’d seen earlier sat on chairs near the improvised operating table. So far, they hadn’t noticed her.
Scout's Courage Part 2 Pebbles shifted in one of the nearby buildings.Scout's Courage Part 2 by Rebel-Rider
Scout yanked Teeko toward the cover of a collapsed Rygol statue. She kept the pistol. Teeko was in no state to shoot at anything.
A brown Rygol peered through the shattered window of a second story building. It ducked behind the wall.
Teeko’s eyes widened in panic. “Please, kill me!” He grabbed Scout’s shirt.
Scout pulled away. “What is your problem?” Scout stared at Teeko. Were all the Grakon unstable as he was?
Teeko’s gaze darted from building to building. “The Rygols. I can’t let them take me alive.”
So that was it. Teeko feared the Rygols just as much as Scout feared the Grakon. She stepped to him and touched his shoulder. “I won’t let them hurt you.”
Scout's Courage Part 1 As Scout ran for cover, Grakon lasers zapped past her head.Scout's Courage Part 1 by Rebel-Rider
“I’m hit,” Kie doubled over. “Get out of here. I’ll hold them off.” Her black hair fell in her face as she stumbled to cover.
Kasky froze, his eyes wide. He stared at Kie, then his gaze darted toward the hallway leading to the team’s ship.
“Kasky, get Kie to the ship. I’ll cover you,” Scout barked. There was no other choice. Scout couldn’t cary Kie. Besides, Kasky was already panicking.
Kasky grabbed Kie and began dragging her toward safety.
Scout ran behind a wall and waited. She took a quick shot at one of the approaching Grakon, then pulled back behind the corner. A Grakon beam melted the wall where her head had been a second ago.
“One down,” a Grakon’s voice snarl
Misty A cold wind tugged at Misty's dress as she ran down the street. No one was around, not even a stray kitty. A few sparse streetlights gave only enough light to show the trash on the road. Where was the manhole? Mommy said she needed to find it if anything ever happened. It had to be somewhere near the old church with the cross in the window.Misty by Rebel-Rider
Misty's bare feet gave her some view of the underground layout, such as the tunnel system, but she couldn't see or feel the manhole. If only Mommy could be here.
Where had those men in blue taken Mommy and Daddy? Mommy and Daddy weren't bad guys. Weren't people in uniforms supposed to go after the bad guys?
Finally the manhole cover came into sight, just beside the old church. Misty stopped in front of it. Maybe Mommy would come out of the sewer, like Ninja Turtles.
Someone, still a few minutes minutes away, ran through the tunnel
The Death of Friendship in Popular CultureI'm sure others have noticed that the younger people (those of the tail end of Generation Y, and those of Generation Z, which is anyone born after 1995 depending on whose generational timeline you go by) have this extremely unhealthy obsession with romance.The Death of Friendship in Popular Culture by amanda2324
~People (specifically in shows and other entertainment media) are not allowed to remain as "best buds," "best friends," or other types of relationships, including a very deep, affectionate relationship that does not include dating/sex/marriage/having kids/kissing/etc. The amount of love they have for a character is directly proportional to how obsessively they force said character into either a specific romantic relationship (regardless of how much sense it makes) or a ridiculously wide variety of romantic relationships.
~First graders, and even kids younger than that, are claiming to have significant others. And like everyone has had multiple significant others when they're not all that old in years.
~Shipping wars. Need I say more
The Civil War, War of Northern Aggression, or War Between the States was not fought over slavery. This is a myth the victors have created so society thinks they’re the good guys.
Let’s look at some quotes from the time period:
“My paramount object in this struggle is to save the Union, and is not either to save or to destroy slavery. If I could save the Union without freeing any slave I would do it, and if I could save it by freeing all the slaves I would do it; and if I could save it by freeing some and leaving others alone I would also do that. What I do about slavery, and the colored race, I do because I believe it helps to save the Union; and what I forbear, I forbear because I do not believe it would help to save the Union.”
“I will say, then, that I am not, nor have I ever been, in favor of bringing about in any way the social and political equality of the white and black races."
In 1861 Lincoln was asked "why not let the South go in peace?" He replied by saying "I can't let them go. Who would pay for the government?"
If you look at the generals in the war, you will see that there were Northern generals who supported slavery and Southern generals who opposed it. Not exactly what you’d expect if slavery was the main issue, which is because the main issue was state’s rights and the heavy tariffs the South was forced to pay.
In a way, the war was about slavery. The Federal government didn’t want their slaves, also known as taxpayers, to leave the Union. They got their way. We are all slaves to the Federal Government.
Some argue that the Confederate Flag’s been flown by racists and that makes it bad, but the same can be said about the American Flag.
Though the Confederate flag does have a few negative attributes associated with it I would fly it long before I’d fly the American flag. The Confederate flags (There are multiple flags) may have been flown while slavery was allowed, but the American flag has flown over the same thing. Worse, the American flag has flown while over 58 million babies have been aborted in the US alone, and that’s just the people murdered by abortion. I’m not even counting the millions killed in needless wars the United States instigated.
In my view, the Confederate Flag is a symbol of rebellion. The US flag is a symbol of the US, and that includes all the horrors done by the government flying that flag.
I'm a twenty-something Montana country girl. I'm an aspiring Christian artist and writer.
I have more experience drawing animals than humans.
Almost every picture I draw has a story behind it and pretty much every creature I draw is one of my characters.
I normally don't thank people for favorites but I try to give a person llamas for faves.
Even though I draw quite a few wolves, and other predators, I come from a family who hunts both for food and to protect our livestock. I strongly support hunting animals, even wolves, to control the population and reduce livestock predation.