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| - A Touchdown, or TD, is where you capture the ball (known as a Fumbi) and take it to the opposing team's goal. The location of the team's goals and the Fumbi spawn point is dependent on the map in which the match is taking place in. Maximum amount of players are 8 versus 8
- "Touchdown" is a song by South Korean girl group Twice .The song was released on April 25, 2016. This is the third song in the album Page Two.
- The turbulence that jostles the TIE Avenger suddenly stops as Leo and Gabi break atmosphere leaving behind any pursuers due to the superior speed of the fighter. Taking a deep breath, Leo lets himself relax for a moment knowing that a greater challenge awaits him as he begins to approach the blockade of Imperial capital ships whose only task is to shoot down any unwanted traffic in and out of the system. Sapphire eyes travel between readouts and viewport as the Jedi finds the smallest of gaps and guns the ion engines. And straight into a cloud of poodoo. Or something very near it. The rapidly growing hull of the 'Nemesis' is clouded on the near, starboard, side by a gaseous cloud all white and pale yellow, turned to frozen shards of ice by hard vacuum, and the Nemesis' guns remain silent, a pair of TIE fingers dive in lead-and-follow formation around the Star Destroyer's superstructure, making a pass by the cloud as if searching for something. "Attention All Craft, Attention All Craft, Attention All Craft - this is His Imperial Majesty's ship Nemesis - we are declaring a radius 25 kilometers about the ship a free fire zone, I repeat we are declaring the space extending 25 kilometers in all directions about the Nemesis a free fire zone. Do not approach or you may be fired on - I repeat do not approach or you may be fired upon." Ambrosia rolls her head to the side, casting a mile-long stare towards the 'slumbering' Lt Kovani. "Sh...she's gonna be up. Soon." As Leo approaches the blockade and, in particular, the looming Stat Destroyer, the expected hail of lasers does not yet occur. Instead, a light on the console illuminates red indicating an incoming transmission. Pressing the button, the man lowers his voice into a sneer and growls, "Is there a problem? Do you not recognize that this is the ship of Darth Venger?" Turning the comm system off quickly, the Jedi mutters to himself, "I hope that keeps them busy for a moment until we get far enough away." Passing a number of the vessels, the only one still nearing in the viewport is one registered as the "Nemesis". Halo's head rests on the cold hard decking where she'd collapsed after triggering the Republic's little leaving present. Her lungs burn with a lack of oxygen, the noxious, caustic gasses having inflamed her throat. What'd be nice right now is a nap. Just a nice, quick nap. The shuddering of the shuttle's hull as it rolls unpowered through the debris filled cloud, the complaining of the ambassador - these are her lullabye. No. Get up. Get up! GET! UP! Her eyes open, bleary with the smoke irritation. "That's your problem, lady..." a rather groggy Amaya fails to keep to her internal monologue in regard of the stirring Imperial defector. "What's our sit rep?" she calls to the cockpit, pulling herself upright. "All aboard, clear of the bay but stabilizer's are frozen over!" the co-pilot calls back, craning his head around the open hatchway. "Musta gotten some gunk in there before they vented. Handling's going to be tricky, and this tub ain't no X-Wing to start with!" "Nemesis control to Avenger One." the radio replies. "Acknowledge transmission, my Lord. Be advised, local space for two-five-kilometers is a free fire zone. Rebel agents are attempting to escape with Lord Thel's prisoners!" while across the other end of the communications suite, another officer is receiving a report from an Imperial air base on Caspar's surface... Nothing. "Er...lets punch it!" he tries again. Still no response from the pilot. "'Rider?" A testing shove sees the shuttle pilot pitch forward, weight straining against the straps that secure him to the chair The helmet might've saved his life from its earlier impact on the dash, but he's out for the count now. "Uhhh, El-Tee?" he calls back in a tone of rising panic. "We got a problem up here!" Halo finds an unused harness and winding it around her hand, hauls herself up from the cool comfort of the deck. With all the grace of a drunk nerf, she staggers through the cockpit hatch and utters a low curse. The kind of unrepeatable stream of profanity that can only be learned from extended time in the armed services. "Waxo, Dice, get him out of there!" she barks, marines snapping out of their harnesses to retrieve and stow the unconscious pilot while Halo slides into the vacated chair. "Ok..." she mutters lowly. "...can't be that hard, right? Looks..." she glances across the dash. "...nothing like an X-wing in here." Pitch. Yaw. Thrust. All are pointed out with frantic urgency by the co-pilot. "What do you mean, stolen?" The Communications Chief asks of his officer with a glower. "...by WHO?" Not to wait on an answer to that question, he strides across the pit to direct the officer in contact with Leo. "Forgive me my lord, but...you must transmit your clearance codes now. Or..." the man at the end of the radio sounds as if he might die of fright, such is the Grand Inquisitor's reputation. "...or we will consider you a hostile element." "Strapped in, boys?" Halo yells back over her shoulder, an active forward sensor ping confirms clear space ahead, deflector shields angled port and starboard, she engages the thrusts and with a thuddering roar of ions, the Ticonderoga comes tearing out of the cloud. "Oh, that's swell," Ambrosia hisses, seeing their pilot get passed back and stashed into the passenger seating like a sack of groceries. Sagging forward to get a better look down the line at her stirring tag-along, she's not quite ready for the punch of power. The sudden lurch which thrusts Ticonderoga into her charge sends the ambassador slamming against the bulkhead spacer between her and the neighboring seat. One of her braids serves as a moderate cushion, saving her skull, but she's left a bit numb and stunned for a moment, nonetheless. Kovani suffers the opposite effect - jerking awake with a frantic scream and flail at an invisible, untouchable enemy. "Do you dare think that Rebels could conquer a Sith Lord?" Leo barks into the comm system as a code is requested and the ruse comes to an end. Glancing at Gabi for a moment, the soft tone of the Jedi says, "That it is and we do not have it. Make sure you are holding on tight." Watching the data scrolling across the various screens, in particular the calculation for a hyperjump route, the man prepares for the coming battle. It also does not go unnoticed the appearance of another ship in space. Gabi squirms around in her seat, locating the straps of her harness and puzzling them together. "Who's that?" A little index finger hovers forward to point as the other ship erupts from the cloud, collecting green flashes in its wake. She watches, somber, as the Empire's goons bear down on the other craft and spit volleys of fire. Another round of bumps and thumps shut Kovani up, rattling her head clear of imagine terrors...and bringing her back to the present one she's been dragged into. The former medic pats herself down, finding no injury...except of course for the terrible burn in her airway. Gas. There had been gas and...death. Hazy smoke, fire, bodies...not at all how the ambassador had assured her an extraction would go. Wiping a smudge of drool from her chin, Liora glares across her shoulder to her cellmate-turned captor and grips her harness with white knuckles. Ambrosia returns the look with a more impassive expression, her focus turned inward to control the urge to vomit. Again. She hated flying. Always had. Always will. The cannon fire pounds on Ticonderoga's shields relentlessly. Halo jinks left, she dives right but there's no matching their speed. The deflector shields give way, a shower of sparks bursting from an overhead relay in the passenger compartment. Even if the TIE fighter ahead of Leo HAD shields, they wouldn't stand up to the punishing power of the Avenger's laser cannons. Their booming shriek echos around the cockpit, turning the trailing TIE to dust in a nova-like explosion of sparks, the fragile vessel not merely destroyed but vaporised by the relentless weapons. This must be how God feels, when he's flying a TIE Avenger. Neither can the surviving TIE match Leo's speed, the stafing shots carrying him past the lambda. He banks hard to stay out of the shuttle's own fire arc, just in time to watch his wingman atomised. Within the shuttle there is a cheer from the co-pilot, his arm punching the air as one of their pursuers vanishes from scopes. "I think that one's on our side!" he almost jumps out of his chair, restrained only by the straps, grabbing Halo's jumpsuit sleeve and gesturing excitedly at the sensor readouts. "You don't say!" Halo tugs her arm free. "Keep opens "Attention all ships. Attention all ships. Avenger One is hostile!" The Nemesis broadcasts. "Repeat: Avenger One is hostile. Lord Venger's fighter is in rebel hands! All TIE's engage!" "Attention all ships. Attention all ships. Avenger One is hostile!" The Nemesis broadcasts. "Repeat: Avenger One is hostile. Lord Venger's fighter is in rebel hands! All TIE's engage!" "One more to go..." she breathes and tries to slouch even deeper inside the coat. It's cold. So, so cold. Ambrosia sucks in a breath, closing her eyes against the flash and spit of fried wires. She mumbles a hushed prayer from ashen lips, fingers fumbling stiffly with her harness. It would seem that she means to unbuckle it. Kovani likewise shields her face from the sparks, tearing her gaze away from Ambrosia to extend her wrists towards the nearest marine. "If I'm gonna die in here, I'd like it to be as a free woman, not prisoner. Care to do the honors?" Leo lays coverfire for the Lambda shuttle as he catches up to it. Focusing his comm unit's signal and sending his hyperspace data to the other ship, the pilot returns the hail in saying, "This is Leo Corak of the New Republic. Input the coordinates I sent to you and let's move like a Gammorean who smells dinner." With the exit just ahead and the Empire left in the dust by their own ship's speed, the Jedi prepares the jump. "Roger that, Colonel!" the co-pilot chips in, Halo'd been out of Star Ops for three years - the name meant nothing to her but even she sits up a little straighter in the seat with that kind of rank on the comms. "Copy, Colonel. We've taken minor damage, and hauling a full load...wouldn't usually say it on an open channel but I think the Empire noticed." The scream of more TIE fighters closes in. The Avenger can outpace them with room to spare. The little lambda, can't. "We have the Ambassador on board." The...her? "MOMMY!" Gabi positively shrieks, making a scramble to 'steal' control of the comm mic from her masterful chauffer. The eleven year old's eyes glow with fresh tears as she seeks to confirm the connection, made by her brain. The ambassador grows still in her seat, attempt at coming to Kovani's aid halted by a sound, so distant, so familiar. 'Mommy!' It broadcasts again, and again, resoundingly clear despite the rattling. Ambrosia snaps free of the safety straps, blood racing and heart slammed with a rejuvenating burst of maternal rage. Crumpling to the floor, she struggles to get a lungful enough of air to scream ahead to the cockpit. "WHO!? WHO IS THAT!?" She turns her back on one cub, in favor of crawling hand-over-strap-over-cushion-over-hand towards the sound of the other. As the blips on Leo's HUD increase, he pulls back on the stick and begins to pick off the TIEs while attempting to keep himself near to the shuttle. Though Gabi has taken ahold of the comm, the man still yells, "Divert all power to rear shields and engines. Get yourself out of here and the ambassador to safety!" While the Jedi knows that his stern tone may not help the situation, he none the less feels the need to point out the obvious. Constantly banking, diving and repositioning, the lasers do not stop pouring out toward the Imperials in pursuit. "Sounds like your daught..." Halo is half-way through yelling back through the hatchway to the fast clambering woman. "..what the? Get back in!" a scatter of laser fire across the bow means Halo no longer has time to argue with passengers who've refused to put their tray tables in the upright and locked position. She banks hard left, gritting her teeth in hopes Ambrosia can handle the sudden shift. "Roger, Colonel. Shields are gone, but we're making best speed. Fifteen seconds to jump..." Gabi hiccups, sob interrupted by Leo's interjection of reason. Sniffing back tears, she scratches at a swollen cheek with broken, bloodied nails and stammers repition of Leo's orders for the shuttle carrying her mother. After the lady on the other end replies, she looks to Leo with a nod. "Fifteen seconds..." and starts to count with taps to her knee. "Gabi!" Ambrosia cries, flung from her hugging of the final corner. She skids across the corridor, caught by someone's boot and the wall. Swallowing the bile rising in her throat, the woman keeps her body pressed where it is, right arm hooked around a support bracket for the forward-most passenger seat. She watches the piloting activity from beneath sweaty strands of increasingly disheveled braids with the occasional upward peek. "Tell her I'm okay...tell her!" insists the pushy cargo. "Didn't plan on it," replies Leo as he takes his last few shots before wheeling the fighter around to the exit vector. As the timer ticks down, the pilot pulls the lever and suddenly the viewport of the TIE Avenger only shows white streaks of light. Gabi gasps, all shouts and whimpers and chatter silenced by the sudden transition into the awe of hyperspace. She shifts around in her belts, wiggling nearer to the view port. "...I've never seen it this closely before," she whispers. "Mother made me leave the cockpit before our last jump." The Ticonderoga shudders as Halo brings its nose around into clear space, the amount of empty room you need ahead of you when transitioning to lightspeed is drilled into every pilot from day one. A sharp whine filling the cockpit as power flowers to the hypermatter accelerator and three...two...one, she vanishes, a brilliant flash of light leaving behind only empty space for the Empire, just in the nick of time too as turbolaser bolt comes tearing through that very same location. Aboard, the whole shuttle lurches and hums at the instant of lightspeed, before all becomes calm again. Radios were useless now, luminal velocities rendering the technology untenable, Halo slumps back in the pilot's chair, nav-computer handling matters from here. "Ugh. My head's swimming..." she breathily heaves. Ambrosia remains as is, on the floor, curled into a protective ball around whatever it is she's seized purchase on. Weeping. Or laughing. Or panting. Some quietish sound causing her hunched form to quiver and mouth to (blessedly) withdraw from further intrusive demands. Kovani, on the other hand, does remain in her seat, having given up on pleading her case to the nearest guard, and stares resentfully at the binders clamped about her wrists. She steals a glance now and again to the prostrate form of what had been an overly confident woman just hours before. Perhaps she gave the ambassador more credit than she ought have, for her superhuman will, because it looks as though she's just human, after all. Can't last forever though. The flight harness releases with a twist and she pulls herself to her feet, rather more stable now that the ship isn't being batted around like a durasteel pinata. "How's he doing?" she asks of her men with a nod to the slumbering pilot, his helmet removed and a nasty bruise coming up on his forehead just left of centre. It’s in front of Kovani that the Lieutenant stops however, her weight shifting onto one foot and arms folding sternly. "So...who are you, and if I take those binders off you, are we all fixing for black eyes again?" Ambrosia remains very still, having gone from quiet to silent. Passed out? Kovani squares off with a look of her own. Her chin juts, identical to Ambrosia's own stubbornly set jaw, and she smirks. "I'm not in the habit of breaking people. I put them back together. Liora Kovani, First Lieutenant, Naval medical officer, station Nemesis. Most recent assignment was to 'resurrect and reassemble' your Ambassador Delgard, after the brutes had their way. At least, that's who I was. Now I'm not so sure." She breaks eye contact, worrying at her lip and studying the bulkheads. "What I am sure of is that we are all in need of some concentrated Oxygen. Where are your kits? Halo's jaw joins the other two in its equally stoney setting. Only she grinds hers in silent contemplation for a moment. A nod signals the marine with the binder keys to release her. "Basic med kits..." she points across herself, aft, to the stowage lockers. "...see to the Ambassador and my pilot first. The rest of us can wait. Waxo, keep an eye on her." Kovani nods her promise to be good, waiting until her hands are free before shakily standing from her seat. The teenager launches off Halo's instruction with the professionalism of one twice her years, calmly retrieving the kits, rifling through for useful items, and tending her patients. She touches a finger to assess her pulse first, then rolls the woman over onto her side and adjusts the positioning of her arms. Leaving her there for now, Liora pays the pilot more serious, initial attention, not liking the shape and size of that growing contusion. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Landing Zone: Military Base -- New Alderaan: Ord Mantell The landing zone of the New Republic Military Base rests to the east of the central parade field. Framing the walkways and elevated maglev lines running into the base westward are the StarOps and FieldOps Command Centers. A trio of long, capital-scale landing strips run from east to west. They are surrounded on either side by tiered landing pads designed for a variety of military starships. Supply warehouses are affixed to the various landing pads, and a repair garage for ground and air machines sits on the northern edge of the field. On the southern edge, built into the rim of tall hills that surround New Alderaan, are the starship hangar and repair facilities. The size of the hangar, from outside, is misleading. The wide opening leads to a multi-level operation dug deep into the ground, fully equipped with a series of cranes and tractor fields used to transport starfighters into their storage and repair decks. During emergencies, the opening of the hangar extends along its roof, giving starfighters a clear shot to lift off. A broad roadway leads away from the military compound, heading east toward a broad, open field. The sky is dark gray and misty. A single, purple mass moves slowly overhead causing the air to be wet and sticky. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The moment that ramp lowers from Ticonderoga's belly, Ambrosia is stumbling out, half supported by Kovani under one arm while her other is wrapped around a *very* upset stomach. Her feet cannot touch solid ground fast enough before she's dropping to her knees, her palms, and hurling what little liquified goop remains in her gut. Kovani just...waits. Her eyes scan the busy landing field - and all that lies beyond nervously. So many moving bodies. So much noise. All foreign. All enemy territory. At least, until now. Many glances are drawn toward the TIE Avenger as it lands in the military base. Distrustful stares and confusion dissipate, though as the occupants of the fighter disembark. Leo lowers Gabi to the ground first before he himself lands on the duracrete. Sapphires eyes looking around, a small smile curves his lips at being home. Ambrosia's the first one out, but certainly not the last. A dozen men follow thereafter, all of them dressed in close facsimilies of Imperial issue uniforms that makes Kovani and Ambrosia the odd ones out. Two 'TIE Pilots', one sans his helmet and sporting a rather heroic contusion on his forehead descend first, the injured one leaning on the other and holding a cryo-pack to the swelling, thereafter come the other ten in technicians uniforms, with Lt. Halos bringing up the rear. "Well..." 'Halo' remarks upon watching the blonde ambassador boost all over the landing pad. "...least she waited til we were outside." A sympathetic hand offered the woman, even as she shoots a suspicious glare at the now-former Imperial officer. Gabi inhales sharply as her lacerated feet hit the tarmac, as even with the too-big socks swaddling her tootsies, it friggin hurts. The young girl staggers back and around a few steps to take in the grand hive of activity. How long had it been since she and her mother shipped OUT of here? A few months, maybe. Hardly a scholastic term ago. When Leo's joined her, she reaches out to tug at his sleeve. "Where's that ship carrying Ma? Has it landed yet? Do you think they'll let us go home? Is there a place to eat?" Her silence, clearly, is broken. I can't find who you're trying to page with: halos Unable to page: halos Kovani pointedly ignores Halo's staring, choosing instead to kneel down alongside Ambrosia's other side and rest a hand on her shoulder. Ambrosia gags a second time, belly visibly wrenched beneath the sheath of a bodice, in the form of a raw, fruitless squeak. Nothing's left to spew, save for the trailing string of saliva, quivering in its strain to reach the duracrete beneath her. The woman looks miserable, no doubt, but personally she isn't concerned with her bodily functions and the exposure of it all. The Empire cured her of that, long ago. Sniffing back a thin stream of snot at least, she casts a thoughtful eye towards Halo's hand. "Thanks," she croaks softly. "Thank your men, for me. For us." She rears back, sitting back on heels and grips Kovani's shoulder with one hand while securing Halo with the other. "We don't leave our people behind, Madame Ambassador." Halo replies, the gratitude not so much brushed off as dumped on top of Kovani. Planted feet and a tensing bicep bring Ambrosia back to her feet. "...can't always get to them fast as we'd like..." she adds, in light of...well, everything. "But we /do/ come. You uhh" she tries to indicate a little stray vomit left on Ambrosia's chin with a stroking gesture down her own. "...should probably get checked out. By /our/ docs, I mean. We're taking 'Rider here straight down to med bay, and im gonna have to ask the brass what to do with the Lieutenant here." Looking around, Leo finally sees the shuttle that saved the ambassador. "Gabi, let's head this way. I think your mother will be very relieved to see you safe," says the man as he proceeds with the girl toward the distant vehicle. The Jedi is clearly more relaxed with tension appearing to ease from his visage and his gaze becoming more of a stroll. "She stays with me," Ambrosia growls a bit too vehemently, before her rescuer barely has time to complete the sentence. Letting go of Halos' hand once upright, she does take the unspoken advice and swipes her forearm across her mouth to clear the straggler. Such a lady. "I'm not going anywhere until I find my..." she catches sight of the slightly injurious look Kovani's fixing her with. "Gabi. I need to see her first, then we'll go. 'Brass' can meet us there, if they'd like." Swallowing, she closes her eyes and lifts a hand to press against her temple. "Right, doc?" Kovani stiffens, regarding Halos with equal distrust. "...Of course. I'm willing to answer whatever questions they may have for me, as I'm sure there are many. But yes, I think it's best I remain with you until you've been admitted." One step, three steps, seven...and Gabi spies the form of her mother, surrounded by odd uniforms. "There she is!" She eagerly shouts and points before breaking loose and thundering her little, beaten legs as fast as they'll carry her towards the object of her longing. "Come on, Leo!" From between passing cargo droids there sprints a child, hurtling along towards Halos, Ambrosia, and the gang. She's consumed by what must be a man's coat - CDU military, by the badges and color- legs bare beneath it and feet stuffed into socks and field dressings. Her hair is a tangled mat of brunette curls, exposed skin riddled with scratches and puffed bruises. Her slender hands reach greedily ahead. A street urchin, she could pass for, if she hadn't hurled a very deliberate scream in their direction: "MOTHER!" Halos is about to get into who goes where with prisoners, surrendering or not, when the shrill cry of a rather passionate child cuts across the growing tension and the marine-turned-pilot-turned-marine again turns toward the source. The rather disheveled little girl completes the missing link between the three women and it’s as if a light-strip just flickered on in her head. Not like she's going anywhere. Instead her attention is turned to the approaching aforementioned brass. Colonel may be a far cry from General, but its farther from Lieutenant which makes this entire mess Leo's problem. "Colonel." she addresses the man, standing to attention but forgoing the salute since neither of them is under proper uniform. "First Lieutenant Amaya Halos, Bandit Three, Two-Twenty-Forth 'Raiders, reporting and requesting permission to have Bandit One fall out. We've had a hell of a ride, sir." The energy and excitement of the girl pulls Leo along until he finally comes to where the individuals from the shuttle are gathered. Leaving Gabi to her mother, the man instead turns his attention to the woman addressing him. "Pleased to meet you, Lieutenant and permission granted. I am sure High Command will be in contact with you shortly to discuss your mission," says the StarOps Colonel. Ambrosia startles, turning on unsteady feet to regard the little vision racing her way. A squawk of a cry escapes her lips and she presses both hands to her face while dropping again to her knees. One hand reaches out - briefly - to give Kovani's wrist a reassuring squeeze before she's struck with the force of a hundred stampeding banthas. Or so it feels. Gabi's leap into her awaiting arms gives strength to her malnourished limbs and she manages to not collapse under the sudden weight. An audible sob muffles into her baby's hair as she clutches tightly, possessively, and fingers transform into talons. One hand seizes the fabric of the girl's coat and the other keeps Gabi's cheek pressed into her own. Delgard's expressive eyes do the all the talking, gazing past the salt-encrusted curls to the man responsible for keeping her daughter out of evil's grasp. Kovani takes a small step away from the reunion, feet shifting with awkward unease beneath her. Still, a small but genuine smile puts some warmth into her face as she watches the pair, and glances shyly at this 'colonel'. "You were right," she whispers softly, staring down to the top of Ambrosia's skull. "She was safe." "Momma!" Gabi gasps, feeling the ferocity of her mother's grip as it threatens to squeeze the life force from her. Squirming, she disengages enough to rear her head and shoulders back to get a good look at her parent. "What...what are you wearing?" Fingers trace the embellished 'R' on her chest with childlike innocence and other fingers take hold of the silk to examine more closely. "It’s like what that stupid doll Nanna gave me was wearing. It's so pretty..." Confusion contorts Gabi's brows, as the body here before her does not match up to her mind's concept of 'prisoner'. Especially not the image she saw in her dream. As the military personnel depart, Leo lets his gaze travel from the unfamiliar woman to Ambrosia and Gabi. Not wanting to ruin the moment, the Jedi slowly steps backwards and fades into the bustle of the crowded landing zone on his way to the Jedi Temple. The question catches Ambrosia off guard and she looks away for inspiration, catching sight of the Jedi just before he disappears into the crowd. Typical. "Gabi, I, this--" she clears her throat in vain, trying to chase out the ball of hoarseness. Heaving a ragged sigh, she strokes her daughter's face and hair with both hands, studying the abrasions marring her tender skin. What in the hell did Leo let her baby experience? "Lord Thel was upset over a misunderstanding between our governments. We had many long discussions about it, and..." how the lies flow so fluidly off her gilded tongue. "Came to an agreement. I did something for him to help set things right, and in exchange, he gave me some nice things to wear." She sniffs, tears glittering fresh in her eyes. The doll. A year ago, her mother had gifted Gabi with a fashion doll and array of accessorizing outfits in attempts to infuse her rowdy daughter with some feminine inspiration. It had been a bust, to say the least, but she knew that to be compared to the thing was a compliment, nevertheless. The dress *did* resemble one of the doll gowns, now that she thinks of it. In fact...a couple of the garments provided to her in her stateroom had looked vaguely familiar. The ambassador's hands grow still, ceasing their loving strokes while a disturbing realization rolls over in the pit of her gut. They had been in Gabi's room. This gown...this gown was like a parting shot to her sanity. They had been IN her child's room. Touching her things. Ambrosia’s chin tremors, breaths quickening into a frenzy and she plucks at the dress with her fingers. Had to get it off. Had to get out. Now! Gabi tilts her head, comprehending her mother's sudden shift in demeanor, and looks to the other, strange young woman next to them for answers. Kovani stirs out of her lost thoughts and reaches out to take hold of an arm. "Gabi, I think we should get your mother to the med bay for some rest. And you, too, from the looks of things." A few of the newly arrived replacement troops step forward, one reaching to tap Kovani's shoulder. "You're going to need to come with us first, miss. We'll make sure the Ambassador and her daughter get to the med bay." "No!" Ambrosia interjects, shaken from her mounding stress enough to snatch Gabi's hand in one of her own. She holds fast to Kovani with the other. "Please, accompany us - with her - to the med bay. As my acting physician on board Nemesis, she..." Words start to fail her as the panic attack escalates internally. "I insist. That's an order!" The officers exchange dubious glances with one another, but nod their consent. If it means she'll go quietly along to be processed and decontaminated, well...so be it.
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- 'Touchdown' is the fifth episode of Cherry Hill, from Season One. Anthony discovers Zach and Dana's relationship and warns his rival to stay away from his sister. Despite Naomi and Fernando's attempts to remain civil with each other, Miranda begins to create hositlity between the two. Claire struggles with keeping her secret under wraps as Jennifer discusses her fear for her children with Lydia. Following the recent events, John offers Austin and Nicholas a place to stay during Christmas. Read the script here!
- New enemies:
* Tempest The chapter starts with Gas Barges attacking you from the sides, take them out by blowing their ammunition boxes on board. After this several Reavers attack you by the sides, blow them up with your turrets before they take you down. Another Gas Barge attacks you by the right, with Reavers attacking on the front, after dealing with them another Barge appears in front of you, eliminate it before it crashes on you. After finishing all the enemies you see several Siegebeasts and Locust heading to Anvil Gate, Marcus tries to warn the fort but only receives static. Suddenly Queen Myrrah and her escorts appear on the air, her Tempest starts to burn down your barge, you can't attack it as it's to fast to target, all you can do is avoid getting burned to death by its fire breath. You get a glimpse of Anvil Gate and Dizzy thinks you might make it, however the Tempest continues to attack you and the barge finally goes down. You crash down on the plains, the deck remains almost intact (along with you) while the barge blows up. Marcus asks if everyone's okay and Cole jokingly tells him he'll get back to him on that. Some lights spot you and Col. Hoffman along with several Gears aim you, Hoffman tells them to hold their fire and asks Marcus what was he doing in here, he tells him that the grubs were approaching and that they should get inside. You then get into a truck and the next chapter begins.
- Touchdown, er en type bæsj som er meget sjelden. Mange tar feil ved dette og tror dette er et begrep i Amerikansk fotball. Navnet kommer fra det latinske ordet Touchus downussom betyr: HALELUJA; DET VAR EN SVÆR BÆSJ! Har du fått en touchdown må du ikke tro dette er galt, du må straks ringe 211 for å registrere din touchdown. Dermed er du med i en årlig trekning om et gull toalett med en gullklatt. Hvordan definerer jeg en touchdown? Hvis du merker at du har bæsji lenge og du ikke har hørt noe plopp, kan du ha hatt en tocuhdown, se nøye etter om bæsjen er sluppet ved å se gjennom lårene dine, HVIS bæsjen er i vannet men den er også i anus har du fått en touchdown. Gratulerer. Det er meget viktig å registrere din touchdown. Det er et politi som kalles Tpolitiet som saksøker alle som ikke registrerer sine TD's.
- You leap to your target and deal a large amount of damage to nearby enemies as you land.
* Active
* Cast time : Instant
* Recast time : 20.0
* AP Cost : 12
* Charge: 15 meter leap to your target. The target must be at least 3 meters away.
* You charge to your target dealing 64 physical damage to up to 6 enemies in a 5 meter radius as you land. See also:
- To score a touchdown, one team must sack take the football into the opposite end zone. The touchdown is scored the instant the ball crosses the plane of the goal line—that is if any part of the ball is in the space on, above, or across the goal line—while in possession of a player whose team is trying to score in that end zone. The play is dead and the touchdown scores the moment the ball crosses the goal line in possession of a player, or the moment the ball comes into possession of an offensive player in the end zone (having established possession by controlling the ball and having one or both feet or another part of the body on the ground). The slightest part of the ball being over the goal line is sufficient for a touchdown to score. However only the ball—not a player's helmet, foot, or other part of the body—counts. Touching one of the pylons at either end of the goal line with the ball constitutes "breaking the plane" as well. Touchdowns are usually scored by the offense by running or passing the ball. However, the defense can also score a touchdown if they have recovered a fumble or made an interception and return it to the opposing end zone. Special teams can score a touchdown on a kickoff or punt return, or on a return after a missed or blocked field goal attempt or blocked punt. In short, any play in which a player legally carries the ball across the goal line scores a touchdown, the manner in which he gained possession is inconsequential. In the NFL, a touchdown may be awarded by the referee as a penalty for a "Palpably Unfair Act" such as a player coming off the bench during a play and tackling the runner who would otherwise have scored. A touchdown is worth six points. The scoring team is also awarded the opportunity for an extra point or a two-point conversion. Afterwards, the team that scored the touchdown kicks off to the opposing team, if there is any time left. Unlike a try scored in rugby union or rugby league, and contrary to the event's name, the ball does not need to touch the ground when the player and the ball is inside the end zone.
- There have been three pinball machines named Touchdown:
* The 1960 Bally bingo machine
* The 1967 Williams machine
* The 1984 Gottlieb machine
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