The Murderhawk of District 3

@calculatingvictor

Condut, Deejay. "The Murderhawk". Victor, District 3, 73rd Hunger Games. Corporal, Squad 74, ("The Mockingjays"), District 13 Army "Even if you win the Hunger Games...you still lose." (Canon-Compliant Hunger Games-based OC. Multiverse by far though)

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district6smechanic

behind enemy lines

district6smechanic

She slammed the hood with a loud expletive as she knew for a fact that one wouldn’t run again the engine was totaled. She glanced at the boy watching her and threw the wrench to his side to get his attention. “You can tell your boss unless he has a new engine laying about this one will never run again. The engine has seized up due to a lack of oil because didn’t changed the Gorram oil.” she yelled at the startled young man who looked like he was going to faint at the sight of an angry mechanic. “If you don’t actually do that you ruin the Engine and need a new one.”

calculatingvictor

Perfect. While she was doing a good job distracting everyone with her glorious District 6 temper, he grabbed his tablet again and linked to the marksman rifle. Okay, okay...there. Guard in the tower, a couple more in the yard...one in the tower was the bigger problem but he seemed mostly distracted by Kaylee...

Hopefully this thing was supressed...

He pressed the “fire” key and there was a soft coughing noise, like a polite man clearing his throat, and the tower watcher sank to the ground. No noise, no one noticed. Nice.

Scrambling up and over into the compound, Deejay fully activated his camo and slunk closer, timing his movements to the shouting from Kaylee.

He sent a single click over the raido, just so she would know he was still there.

district6smechanic

behind enemy lines

district6smechanic

“You’re awfully far from district 6, miss….?” the head peacekeeper stated turing it into a question.

“Turbo, My name is Kaylee Turbo,” she stated as she sat still knowing that her boyfriend would be coming for her no matter how long it took. “And I feel your employee’s care of their vehicles are severely lacking.”

“Really?” he replied with a raised eyebrow. “Why is that?”

“Well the transport I was transported in, had a slight tick in the engine that was telling me they have low oil in the engine, when was the last time that vehicle had an oil change at least?”

He looked impressed enough with her knowledge of vehicles, “Well then, Miss Turbo, I think you should get to work,” he stated with a slight nod.

“What?” she asked confused.

“If you know so much about vehicles, then naturally I would be amiss if I didn’t keep my transports running since the rebellion has pretty much taken control of any factories that make them. Welcome to my service as the squad mechanic. Rasunow, put this girl to work with the vehicle that needs the most work first.”

“Yes, sir,” the peacekeeper motioned her up and led her towards the one vehicle they had to take out of service because it didn’t want to start very more.

She subtlety looked around for a good prospect of one to hot wire if she had to as she followed the peacekeeper.

calculatingvictor

She was on the move again. And so was he. Linked to both rifle and her piece, Deejay advanced through the underbrush, armor shifting its coloration slightly to match the greenery and the shadows around him. Wouldnt work too well on advanced optic systems…but most Peacekeepers only relied on the ol’ Mark One Eyeball to get the job done.

He’d be fine. Just had to get in there without getting anyones attention-

Speak of the devil. A patrol. Two guys only, no helmets. Drawing his sidearm and readying it, he crept forward, making sure the suppressor was attached.

Aannnddd…done. Two clean shots, both men were down, and he crept right past their bodies.

“Come on Kaylee…give me a sign…” Hopefully she was still alive.

district6smechanic

She was given tools and started to do a work up on the one vehicle that they wanted her to work on and her luck was the best looking vehicle was right next to it. She just needed to find a reason to edge closer to it and she could figure out where she was after she escaped. She noticed the one that had led her to the vehicles had walked away leaving a young man watching her, he couldn’t be much older than her. She grabbed a wrench and eased over to what seemed would be the best running vehicle in the area. She peeked into the vehicle before testing the door, it was unlocked good and it was something she did know how to hotwire. She edged back to the vehicle she needed to be working on according to them and set to work, cursing loudly at the state of the vehicle she was wrenching on.

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Annnnddd there was Kaylee. Perfect. He hadn’t figured he would be able to locate her by sound, but then again, he hadn’t anticipated the Peacekeepres not keeping their vehicles in such horrible condition.

They really had let them slide since Six had been fully able to shake itself free...of course, after the bashing the Browncoats gave them, he wasn’t surprised the Keepers turn and ran. Reynolds had finally gotten his win. His dream of independance.

Good for him, really. Too bad it wouldn’t last. Unified Panem was the only way to go...

But that was for later. Crawling up onto the shed that rested between the outside of the HQ and the fenced-off inside, Deejay clambered up and over the top of it to look down into the courtyard.

“And there you are.” He muttered, seeing Kaylee. Working on a vehicle. Shocker. “Alright...” Get in, get her...steal that turreted vehicle maybe? Yeah.

district6smechanic

behind enemy lines

district6smechanic

“You’re awfully far from district 6, miss….?” the head peacekeeper stated turing it into a question.

“Turbo, My name is Kaylee Turbo,” she stated as she sat still knowing that her boyfriend would be coming for her no matter how long it took. “And I feel your employee’s care of their vehicles are severely lacking.”

“Really?” he replied with a raised eyebrow. “Why is that?”

“Well the transport I was transported in, had a slight tick in the engine that was telling me they have low oil in the engine, when was the last time that vehicle had an oil change at least?”

He looked impressed enough with her knowledge of vehicles, “Well then, Miss Turbo, I think you should get to work,” he stated with a slight nod.

“What?” she asked confused.

“If you know so much about vehicles, then naturally I would be amiss if I didn’t keep my transports running since the rebellion has pretty much taken control of any factories that make them. Welcome to my service as the squad mechanic. Rasunow, put this girl to work with the vehicle that needs the most work first.”

“Yes, sir,” the peacekeeper motioned her up and led her towards the one vehicle they had to take out of service because it didn’t want to start very more.

She subtlety looked around for a good prospect of one to hot wire if she had to as she followed the peacekeeper.

calculatingvictor

She was on the move again. And so was he. Linked to both rifle and her piece, Deejay advanced through the underbrush, armor shifting its coloration slightly to match the greenery and the shadows around him. Wouldnt work too well on advanced optic systems...but most Peacekeepers only relied on the ol’ Mark One Eyeball to get the job done.

He’d be fine. Just had to get in there without getting anyones attention-

Speak of the devil. A patrol. Two guys only, no helmets. Drawing his sidearm and readying it, he crept forward, making sure the suppressor was attached.

Aannnddd...done. Two clean shots, both men were down, and he crept right past their bodies.

“Come on Kaylee...give me a sign...” Hopefully she was still alive.

district6smechanic

behind enemy lines

@calculatingvictor

That pilot was an idiot, she thought as she watched the transport she was just on fall out of the sky as it got shot down. She looked around the area trying to see if she could see where she was supposed to be at the front lines but nope there wasn’t anywere that she could see. “Deejay, do you have a fix of my location, I got someone who didn’t know where he was going to say the least?”

At least she knew where the peacekeepers were given the anti air emplacements that shot down the transport. They would have transports, especially ones she could hotwire and drive around this god forsaken front until she found where she was supposed to be. She heard the sound of the peacekeeper transports heading towards her. She moved to hide behind the bolder hoping they would passed by and she could continue along her way. Her stomach dropped as she heard it slow and stop near her. She pressed against the bolder and close her eyes hoping they didn’t see her duck behind it. She heard the footsteps walk closer and then stop right next to her. Goram peacekeepers must have someone with good eyesight, she thought as she felt the tap on her shoulder. She wasn’t a fighter like the rest of Deejay’s friends, she was just a mechanic, so she complied to their orders and went with them, knowing that Deejay would probably be looking for her when she didn’t show up at camp like she was supposed to.

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“Yeah, I see you. Its going to take a little bit to get to you though, nothing but uncleared underbrush and downed trees between me and you. Are you alright? You safe?”

Not likely considering where they were…the Keeper patrols had gotten steadily worse as they had worked their magic on the populous. That was normally fine; while the Keepers moved to guard civilization, they left the wilderness open…and that mean the Serenity crew and 13s little band of misfits could operate with impunity. They knew the back woods, the rough country. This was THEIR land.

He paused to pull his data pad out and check the area. Alright…alright. Nothing on sensors…

Ahhhh. SHIT. Patrol. And…right on top of her. “Kaylee, I dont know if you can hear me, but just stay calm and try not to get shot. Do whatever they say, Im coming for you.”

district6smechanic

She heard what he said half garbled as she obeyed and walked back to the transport with the Peacekeeper. Her eyes searched the vehicle and her ears heard a slight tick in the engine. She got in the transport knowing trying to run might only succeed getting her shot. She listened to the tick of the engine asking them when was the last time this vehicle was serviced. As they headed back to their hq she gave him an earful about the importance of servicing their transports. They arrived at the garage and pulled her out of the transport and led her to their C.O.

“Apparently on the patrol, we caught ourselves a mechanic,” the peacekeeper that found her reported keeping a hand on her shoulder before steering her to a chair. “Gave us an earful on the state of our transport.”

She sat in the chair and glanced up at the leader of the garrison as he looked her up and down waiting for the questions that were soon going to be asked, since she wasn’t in six she knew that for a fact they had pushed the peacekeepers out weeks ago.

calculatingvictor

They shoved her into a transport. That he wasn’t surprised about... The fact that they took her right to their base did though. Well...he hadn’t planned on finding their headquarters by having his girlfriend captured, but if the shoe fit...

He swiped through the open network systems, looking for anything he might be able to use to aid in his infiltration and rescue. It was the only thing he could do, really...and he HAD too. He couldn’t just...ignore this base. This looked important, and if it was important, it had to GO.

Oh, well jackpot...a signal from a remote emplacement weapon. Locking in on it, he found his tablet showing a feed from a remote marksman rifle, set up on a tripod overlooking the base. The maintence log showed a previous activation less than a week before, with a District 13 access code.

So someone was out here...well, he would take it. Synching, he moved the crosshair, searching for Kaylee.

Damn...she had to be inside. Synching again with her earpiece, he started approaching.

district6smechanic

behind enemy lines

@calculatingvictor

That pilot was an idiot, she thought as she watched the transport she was just on fall out of the sky as it got shot down. She looked around the area trying to see if she could see where she was supposed to be at the front lines but nope there wasn’t anywere that she could see. “Deejay, do you have a fix of my location, I got someone who didn’t know where he was going to say the least?”

At least she knew where the peacekeepers were given the anti air emplacements that shot down the transport. They would have transports, especially ones she could hotwire and drive around this god forsaken front until she found where she was supposed to be. She heard the sound of the peacekeeper transports heading towards her. She moved to hide behind the bolder hoping they would passed by and she could continue along her way. Her stomach dropped as she heard it slow and stop near her. She pressed against the bolder and close her eyes hoping they didn’t see her duck behind it. She heard the footsteps walk closer and then stop right next to her. Goram peacekeepers must have someone with good eyesight, she thought as she felt the tap on her shoulder. She wasn’t a fighter like the rest of Deejay’s friends, she was just a mechanic, so she complied to their orders and went with them, knowing that Deejay would probably be looking for her when she didn’t show up at camp like she was supposed to.

calculatingvictor

“Yeah, I see you. Its going to take a little bit to get to you though, nothing but uncleared underbrush and downed trees between me and you. Are you alright? You safe?”

Not likely considering where they were...the Keeper patrols had gotten steadily worse as they had worked their magic on the populous. That was normally fine; while the Keepers moved to guard civilization, they left the wilderness open...and that mean the Serenity crew and 13s little band of misfits could operate with impunity. They knew the back woods, the rough country. This was THEIR land.

He paused to pull his data pad out and check the area. Alright...alright. Nothing on sensors...

Ahhhh. SHIT. Patrol. And...right on top of her. “Kaylee, I dont know if you can hear me, but just stay calm and try not to get shot. Do whatever they say, Im coming for you.”

I’ll try and be on here more again. I think. Most of my other blogs are quiet so...

“This is Cerberus. He’s a pussycat. Now, if he accidentally bites you, well in the unlikely event that he does, do not say no. Part of their training is that biting is never wrong. Ain’t that right? Yeah. Hey, I should probably tell you where we keep the broom handle in case we gotta pry open his jaw.”

peacekeepingsniper

@calculatingvictor it’s riley lol…

Forgot this one exists again. Heh. Dead fandoms right

calculatingvictor

“What? Didn’t Jayne kick that guy’s ass when he tried to invite you to his house? At least I assume it was Jayne, seems to be his style of bodily harm I witnessed the result of.”

district6smechanic

“I believe so, I don’t keep track of all the injuries that the crew cause,” she stated with a shrug. She had never known the protective nature of Jayne outright but then again he tried to hide he cared for the most part. Mal was the more obvious protector of her.

calculatingvictor

Deejay chuckled. “They’re a rough and tumble crew, thats for sure. Was damn glad of it when we got stoppered in 7.” The Capitol had been smart and tried to hang Serenity up with a crane. Some Peacekeepers had gotten aboard...and promptly left the cargo bay in several pieces, clutching their heads as blood flowed from every orface, or were pierced by some kind of freaky fancy Capitol mag-bow from the concubine (Consort, companion, whatever she was) on board.

“What? Didn’t Jayne kick that guy’s ass when he tried to invite you to his house? At least I assume it was Jayne, seems to be his style of bodily harm I witnessed the result of.”

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“Attached? Ha. One of them’s leading us…but yes. I don’t think any sane Peacekeeper relishes the thought of going into an asymetrical combat situation with a Ghost as an opponent.” Marasco alone had cause his fair share of casualties. Never get into CQC with him was what Deejay had learned.

district6smechanic

“I’ve heard that Marasco wasn’t someone to fight with from Wash,” she replied sitting down stretching it was weird working for people that forced her to take breaks. Her tool box was guarded by Medea at the moment since Kaylee had been working for five hours without a break. “That and he could set Thread loose to deal with the problem her way. Mal said she’s damn efficient and deadly when let off the leash.”

calculatingvictor

“That she is, or so I hear...Huh. See, this is why I know you’ll never end up like Peeta. Because unlike him, you are surrounded by people who care for you and are willing to kill for you. No Peacekeeper would be foolish enough.” If the Ghosts weren’t enough, Serenity’s crew would be. Deejay had witnessed the result of a Callahan Auto-Lock at close range. Jayne didnt mess around.

Now You Know (Source)

oreos-in-a-parked-car

NOW I CAN BE A TRUE MERMAID

I actually did a report on this last year! The substance is called perfluorocarbon and because of its unique nature, it can hold enough oxygen inside of it for you to breathe it. You can breathe safely while inside it, but sometimes the transition from breathing in the perfluorocarbon and the air can be painful or uncomfortable as your lungs try to push the liquid out of them. In Dan Brown’s book The Lost Symbol, the process of reverting back to breathing the air can feel like being birthed.

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thank you friend

mephistos-cafe-lattes

how the fuck do they know what being birthed feels like

firebreathingeli

FACT:

This liquid is used in modern torture. It is similar to water boarding. A victim is placed in a small completely dark box. The box is then filled with the liquid. The victim thinks they are drowning as they breath the liquid in. Most pass out from fear at this point or they just sit there in the liquid in pitch black, apparently breathing ‘water’. Often it leads to the thought that they are in fact dead. It is completely terrifying. Then the box is opened and they are violently pulled from it. As said before the transition from liquid to air is none too pleasant. You might be told something like, they resuscitated you and to tell them what you know or they will “drown” you again.

You can “drown” someone and be sure that they won’t be harmed

You all needed to know this.

holy shit

That went from cool to horrifying is 0.05 seconds

#return of the stuff they shoved Johanna Mason into

calculatingvictor

New File: ignitedarrows

@ignitedarrows

“Ma’am. Excuse the mess. I’ve been working on a few…pet projects in my down time.” The workbench before him was strewn with plastic models of walkers and fighter jets, weapons, a few prototypes, and a half-eaten sandwich. “What can I do for you?”

“No worries,” the brunette spoke with a quiet laugh as she hesitantly entered the room. She was still somewhat reserved, considering she didn’t know the man too well yet, but she had to play nice in order to get what she needed. “I’m actually here to ask a favor,” Katniss admitted, glancing around the room at all of the discarded paraphernalia. It was perfect.

calculatingvictor

“Name it.” He swiped the sandwich and shoved it into his mouth, munching quickly as he picked through the remnants of prototypes and various other things that sat around his table. Half were toys he made out of boredom. The other half were actual miniature prototypes, basic design schema for a hopefully full sized operational model.

He’d sort them out later.

Katniss examined the weapons he had created, which were somewhat scattered around the room. “Look, this stays between the two of us,” she started cautiously, “but I want in on Peeta’s rescue mission. And to do that, I need weapons,” the girl finally admitted. “I figured, who better to acquire them from than you?”

calculatingvictor

The smile that crept up the 3 victor’s face would have put even a hardened Career in a mind to start bolting. Finally, SOMEONE understood his talents... And that it was the Mockingjay? Even better.

“I think I might have a FEW things...” He rose and headed to a large cabinet that dominated the back-half of the wall of his workshop.

“No offense to Beetee and his handiwork but...he doesn’t really understand what we’re doing out here. Nor does 13 to a certain extent...new world. New war. And that requires-”

He put his hand to the door. A light flashed across it and the entire cabinet slid open, revealing rows and rows of think shelves and mounting points.

“-new tools.” He stepped back to reveal the result of almost two years of fevered imagination and long nights. Arrowheads of various sorts. Handguns, several radio-connected devices of fuzzy intention, and a large, glass-fronted helmet that seemed unfinished, spilling wires and metal coating from its sides.

“Lets see what I can’t get for you.”

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New File: ignitedarrows

@ignitedarrows

“Ma’am. Excuse the mess. I’ve been working on a few…pet projects in my down time.” The workbench before him was strewn with plastic models of walkers and fighter jets, weapons, a few prototypes, and a half-eaten sandwich. “What can I do for you?”

“No worries,” the brunette spoke with a quiet laugh as she hesitantly entered the room. She was still somewhat reserved, considering she didn’t know the man too well yet, but she had to play nice in order to get what she needed. “I’m actually here to ask a favor,” Katniss admitted, glancing around the room at all of the discarded paraphernalia. It was perfect.

calculatingvictor

“Name it.” He swiped the sandwich and shoved it into his mouth, munching quickly as he picked through the remnants of prototypes and various other things that sat around his table. Half were toys he made out of boredom. The other half were actual miniature prototypes, basic design schema for a hopefully full sized operational model.

He’d sort them out later.

#why the heck not

“Attached? Ha. One of them’s leading us...but yes. I don’t think any sane Peacekeeper relishes the thought of going into an asymetrical combat situation with a Ghost as an opponent.” Marasco alone had cause his fair share of casualties. Never get into CQC with him was what Deejay had learned.

district6smechanic

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“Heartliner.”

district6smechanic

“You mean it as a compliment or an insult?” she asked.

calculatingvictor

“Little of both. You gotta use whats up HERE.” He put his index finger to her forehead. “More than whats down HERE.” He moved it to her chest. “Leave the emotional stuff to the rest of the crew.”

district6smechanic

“Leave the emotional stuff to Mal and Inara. Got it, but what’s wrong with using your heart.” she asked curiously. She leaned closer to him, glad he meant it almost like a compliment.

calculatingvictor

“Your heart can get hurt. Look at what happened to Katniss. They used her boyfriend as a weapon against her and she actually let it effect her. If you use your brain, they cant do that.”

district6smechanic

“You mean if they happen to catch me and tried to do the same, it wouldn’t effect you?” She asked curiously, since she wasn’t quite sure about where they stood relationship wise.

calculatingvictor

“Only because I wouldn’t let it. Of course, to take you, they’d have to get through the Mockingjays. And the last group that tried THAT...” He was fairly certain their corpses still hung from lamp posts somewhere in 7. Peacekeepers were a superstisous lot; and, for a group that was supposedly designed to keep the peace, very VERY hesitant to engage in operations that would lead to their deaths. Not soldiers. Posers. Nothing to the 74th.

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