It is easy to drown in the details of any map, so it is useful to start with a basic plan of the Milky Way. Those who want a more detailed (although less complete. Propertius: The Elegies - Index P-Z Pactolus. A river in northern Lydia, a tributary of the River Hermus. The site of the royal capital of Lydia was at Sardis nearby. How Can A Skinny Girl Lose Belly Fat How Much Weight Is Healthy To Lose In A Month How Much Calories To Lose Weight Calculator How To Lose 40 Pounds 3 Months How To. Realistic Designs N- Z - Atomic Rockets. MAYDAY MAYDAY MAYDAY. THIS IS PEGASUS LINES BOOSTSHIP AGAMEMNON OUTBOUND EARTH TO PALLAS. I SAY AGAIN, MAIN ENGINES DISABLED. OUR VELOCITY RELATIVE TO SOL IS ONE FOUR ZERO KILOMETERS PER SECOND, I SAY AGAIN, ONE HUNDRED FORTY KILOMETERS PER SECOND. AUXILIARY POWER IS FAILING. MAIN ENGINES CANNOT BE REPAIRED. Phentermine 37 5 From Mexico Phentermine D Ingredients What Is The Best Medicine For Weight Loss What Is The Name Of The New Diet Pill Phentermine And Invokana. Noteworthy features of the SkyQuest! Orion 25mm Plossl Eyepiece (50X. ORION, THE GOOD SHEPHERD. I shall not want (lack). He leadeth me beside. PRESENT SHIP MASS IS 5. TONS. SEVENTEEN HUNDRED PASSENGERS ABOARD. MAYDAY MAYDAY MAYDAY. The other screen lit, giving us what the Register knew about Agamemnon. She was an enormous old cargo- passenger ship, over thirty years old—and out here that's old indeed. She'd been built for a useful life of half that, and sold off to Pegasus Lines when P& L decided she wasn't safe. Her auxiliary power was furnished by a plutonium pile. If something went wrong with it, there was no way to repair it in space. Without auxiliary power, the life- support systems couldn't function. I switched the comm system to Record. Intercept is possible, but I cannot carry sufficient fuel and mass to decelerate your ship. I must vampire your dee and mass, I say again, we must transfer your fuel and reaction mass to my ship. We will attempt to take your ship in tow and decelerate using your deuterium and reaction mass. Our engines are modified General Electric Model five- niner ion- fusion. Preparations for coming to your assistance are under way. Suggest your crew begin preparations for fuel transfer. I could see from the recognition pix that she carried her reaction mass in strap- ons alongside the main hull, rather than in detachable pods right forward the way Slinger does. That meant we might have to transfer the whole lot before we could start deceleration. She had been built as a general- purpose ship, so her hull structure forward was beefy enough to take the thrust of a cargo pod—but how much thrust? If we were going to get her down, we'd have to push like hell on her bows, and there was no way to tell if they were strong enough to take it. The refinery crew had built up fuel pods for Slinger before, so they knew what I needed, but they'd never made one that had to stand up to a full fifth of a gee. A couple of centimeters is hefty acceleration when you boost big cargo, but we'd have to go out at a hundred times that. They launched the big fuel pod with strap- on solids, just enough thrust to get it away from the rock so I could catch it and lock on. We had hours to spare, and I took my time matching velocities. Then Hal and I went outside to make sure everything was connected right. Slingshot is basically a strongly built hollow tube with engines at one end and clamps at the other. The cabins are rings around the outside of the tube. We also carry some deuterium and reaction mass strapped on to the main hull, but for big jobs there's not nearly enough room there. Instead, we build a special fuel pod that straps onto the bow. The reaction mass can be lowered through the central tube when we're boosting. Boost cargo goes on forward of the fuel pod. This time we didn't have any going out, but when we caught up to Agamemnon she'd ride there, no different from any other cargo capsule. That was the plan, anyway. Taking another ship in tow isn't precisely common out here. Everything matched up. Deuterium lines, and the elevator system for handling the mass and getting it into the boiling pots aft; it all fit. Ship's engines are complicated things. First you take deuterium pellets and zap them with a big laser. The dee fuses to helium. Now you've got far too much hot gas at far too high a temperature, so it goes into an MHD system that cools it and turns the energy into electricity. Some of that powers the lasers to zap more dee. The rest powers the ion drive system. Take a metal, preferably something with a low boiling point like cesium, but since that's rare out here cadmium generally has to do. Put the vapor through ionizing screens that you keep charged with power from the fusion system. Squirt the charged vapor through more charged plates to accelerate it, and you've got a drive. You've also got a charge on your ship, so you need an electron gun to get rid of that. There are only about nine hundred things to go wrong with the system. Superconductors for the magnetic fields and charge plates: those take cryogenic systems, and those have auxiliary systems to keep them going. Nothing's simple, and nothing's small, so out of Slingshot's sixteen hundred metric tons, well over a thousand tons is engine. Now you know why there aren't any space yachts flitting around out here. Slinger's one of the smallest ships in commission, and she's bloody big. If Jan and I hadn't happened to hit lucky by being the only possible buyers for a couple of wrecks, and hadn't had friends at Barclay's who thought we might make a go of it, we'd never have owned our own ship. When I tell people about the engines, they don't ask what we do aboard Slinger when we're on long passages, but they're only partly right. You can't do anything to an engine while it's on. It either works or it doesn't, and all you have to do with it is see it gets fed. It's when the damned things are shut down that the work starts, and that takes so much time that you make sure you've done everything else in the ship when you can't work on the engines. There's a lot of maintenance, as you might guess when you think that we've got to make everything we need, from air to zweiback. Living in a ship makes you appreciate planets. Space operations go smooth, or generally they don't go at all. When we were fifty kilometers behind, I cut the engines to minimum power. I didn't dare shut them down entirely. The fusion power system has no difficulty with restarts, but the ion screens are fouled if they're cooled. Unless they're cleaned or replaced we can lose as much as half our thrust—and we were going to need every dyne. His face didn't change. Well, we'd best be down to it. Haply will show you what we've been able to accomplish. There was a lot of expensive alloy bar- stock in the cargo, and somehow they'd got a good bit of it forward and used it to brace up the bows of the ship so she could take the thrust. He was a young third engineer, not too long from being a cadet himself. It looked like a gigantic hydra, or a bullwhip with three short lashes standing out from the handle. The three arms rotated slowly. Spin her up with attitude jets and take power off the flywheel motor as she slows down. Spin is usually given by running a big flywheel with an electric motor. Since any motor is a generator, Ewert- James's people had found a novel way to get some auxiliary power for life- support systems. Agamemnon didn't look much like Slingshot. We'd closed to a quarter of a klick, and steadily drew ahead of her; when we were past her, we'd turn over and decelerate, dropping behind so that we could do the whole cycle over again. Some features were the same, of course. The engines were not much larger than Slingshot's and looked much the same, a big cylinder covered over with tankage and coils, acceleration outports at the aft end. A smaller tube ran from the engines forward, but you couldn't see all of it because big rounded reaction mass canisters covered part of it. Up forward the arms grew out of another cylinder. They jutted out at equal angles around the hull, three big arms to contain passenger decks and auxiliary systems. The arms could be folded in between the reaction mass canisters, and would be when we started boosting. All told she was over four hundred meters long, and with the hundred- meter arms thrust out she looked like a monstrous hydra slowly spinning in space. The fuel transfer was tough. We couldn't just come alongside and winch the stuff over. At first we caught it on the fly: Agamemnon's crew would fling out hundred- ton canisters, then use the attitude jets to boost away from them, not far, but just enough to stand clear. Then I caught them with the bow pod. You don't need much closing velocity with a hundred tons before you've got a hell of a lot of energy to worry about. Weightless doesn't mean massless. We could only transfer about four hundred tons an hour that way. After the first ten- hour stretch I decided it wouldn't work. There were just too many ways for things to go wrong. I'll start boost at about a tenth of a centimeter. It'll keep the screens hot, and we can winch the fuel pods down. I think watching me try to catch those fuel canisters, knowing that if I made a mistake his ship was headed for Saturn and beyond, was giving him ulcers. First he spun her hard to build up power, then slowed the spin to nothing. The long arms folded alongside, so that Agamemnon took on a trim shape. Meanwhile I worked around in front of her, turned over and boosted in the direction we were traveling, and turned again. The dopplers worked fine for a change. We hardly felt the jolt as Agamemnon settled nose to nose with us. Her crewmen came out to work the clamps and string lines across to carry power. We were linked, and the rest of the trip was nothing but hard work. We could still transfer no more than four hundred tons an hour, meaning bloody hard work to get the whole twenty- five thousand tons into Slinger's fuel pod, but at least it was all downhill. Each canister was lowered by winch, then swung into our own fuel- handling system, where Singer's winches took over. Cadmium's heavy: a cube about two meters on a side holds a hundred tons of the stuff. It wasn't big, and it didn't weigh much in a tenth of a centimeter, but you don't drop the stuff either. Finally it was finished, and we could start maximum boost: a whole ten centimeters, about a hundredth of a gee. That may not sound like much, but think of the mass involved. Slinger's sixteen hundred tons were nothing, but there was Agamemnon too. I worried about the bracing Ewert- James had put in the bows, but nothing happened. Three hundred hours later we were down at Pallasport. Orion Zabini Potter Chapter 6, a harry potter fanfic. Chapter six. It is lovely to finally meet you face to face!? I had hopes from speaking to the pair of them and seeing them together, but they have always been together when we fire call and Harry won't. I have grown to greatly care for Harry and Orion during the last. If you need anything at all, and that includes a safe place for you to stay. Hermione even if you were not bound to them through Orion and so to Draco, the knowledge that you are practicing the old ways would be enough for them accept you. The main problem that purebloods have with Muggleborns is the fact that our ways are disappearing with the inclusion of muggle customs to our world. You will be more than accepted at Malfoy manor Hermione, especially once we have you changed. When you have had enough Hermione just say so. Harry was beaming happily and the pair of them were speaking rapidly over each other, but seemed to be understanding and even answering each other. Blaise watched fascinated and amused as his mate spoke at lightning speed to his best friend. Now come on we need to get ready if we are going to be on time. She then grabbed Hermione and Harry's arms and started tugging them down the corridor.? No I ordered him and Hermione some new outfits. We'll see you in an hour! Harry shot Blaise a panicked look before he was pulled up the stairs leaving Blaise and Theo gawping after them, Orion happily sucking on Blaise's collar again.! Ball wear, evening wear, party wear, meal wear formal, meal wear casual, day wear casual, day wear lunch date, day wear breakfast date, day wear appointment, day wear formal wear, day wear casual wear, some sleep wear. For the both of you before you even think about saying anything Harry James Potter!? What's wrong with it? They were unlike any of the robes Harry had worn before and it made him feel a little self conscious, not to mention he was still losing the baby weight, though thankfully wizard and witches bodies adjusted back to normal quicker than muggle ones, something to do with the magic they used to protect the baby during pregnancy being absorbed back into the body. The robes were beautiful though he had to admit, a mandarin collar they had flowing sleeves and the bottom moved as though it were made out of water. The edges had been lined with gold thread, and the closed chest of the robe had golden buttons and a detailed pattern on his chest. Gabriella had insisted that he had to wear a pair of dragon hide trousers that had golden embossed swirls into them and a pair black dragon hide boots that came to his calves with a couple of inch heel on that he wasn't totally comfortable with, but both Hermione and Gabriella had gasped and clapped when he came out the bathroom unsurely. Gabriella had lengthened his hair a little more and tied it into a side plait but she had twined some gold thread through it. Now however he wasn't sure why Blaise was staring. Blaise pulled himself together and made his way over to Harry, glad that the others were pointedly not paying attention, though Theo was completely distracted by Hermione in her beautiful ice blue dress. He was wearing sapphire blue robes lined with silver, that highlighted all of Blaise's best features. Harry the moment their lips touched forgot that they were in the room not only with his best friend but one of Blaise's, Gabriella and Orion. Instead he wrapped his arms around Blaise's neck and raised himself onto his toes as Blaise's arms twined around his waist and tugged him firmly against his hard, warm body. Blaise's tongue rubbed questioningly along the seam of Harry's lips before plunging in when he was given permission. Fire crackled through Harry's veins as Blaise kissed him deeply and hungrily, their lips moving together in a synchronised dance. Nodding Harry bent to pick Orion up as Blaise opened the nappy bag Gabriella had bought them, Harry absolutely loved it, it had a mixture of sewn on magical creatures in a forest setting that ran around the brown fabric happily. Orion loved sitting and just watching it. Ok we have everything, ready to go? You have the whole family thing down. He and Blaise swapped Orion for the basinet, Blaise adjusting Orion comfortably before kissing Harry one last time before going to the floo. Blaise quickly reached out and caught her arm one handed to stop her. Welcome to Malfoy Manor, both of you. Blaise stepped up next to Harry making him feel a little better even as Draco's hand, which was still gripping his arm, gave a little squeeze before he let go and stepped back. Harry, Hermione, Orion this is my father Lucius Malfoy. This relaxed Harry a little, as did strangely the amused glint in Draco's eyes, but he couldn't help the nerves he felt at seeing his son handed over to Lucius Malfoy. Lucius carefully supported Orion's head as he settled him into the crook of his arm before looking at the baby properly. Blue eyes that were tinged with green blinked back up at him seriously, seemingly taking him in as much as he was the baby. He could see that all of Draco's raving and bragging had not been an exaggeration, Orion really was a gorgeous baby, his shocking black hair was feather soft as Lucius ran his hand along it, though it looked as though it was going to be as messy as Harry's was when short. Suddenly Orion gabbled something to him before reaching out to give a strand of loose blonde hair a small tug. Harry was shocked at the look of tenderness and warmth on Lucius's normally cold and blank face as he gazed down at Orion. Watching the two blondes glare off against each other made Harry smile, even more so when Lucius passed Orion to his godfather with a sulking air. Harry felt Blaise tensing where his arm was still around Harry's waist. Almost without thinking he shifted Orion and turned his body so that he was protected. He noticed out the corner of his eye that Hermione's wand hand was ready.! Your built like a brick wall, what in the spirits have you been feeding him on Gabriella! I thought you were not together at the time that he was born? Blaise delivered Orion, I would have had to give birth by myself if he hadn't been there. The black eyes normally so cold and full of anger and hate were instead filled with a curiosity, and sadness that completely confused him. The cluster that they had formed by the door broke up as they headed towards the table. Each seat had a name plate set out indicating where they were to sit. Lucius sat at the head of the table with Narcissa at the other end. Draco sat to Lucius's left, then Blaise, Harry and Hermione, to Lucius's right was Jacque, then Gabriella, Severus was sitting opposite Harry, Theo opposite Hermione. Blaise set the basinet down between his and Harry's seats and after a moment of hugging Orion close to him Harry set him in the basinet and tucked him under his blanket, Prongs tightly in Orion's grip and getting bounced off the side of the basinet. By the time Harry had him tucked in Blaise had his mobile going and they both straightened up to find the table watching them. I had despaired of getting grandchildren. It was our favourite subject to wind him up. Once again Harry could feel the tension coming off his mates body, and as he slipped his hand on top of Blaise's he decided to take a chance. He let out a whoosh of air when Gabriella smacked him in the stomach with a glare however causing the teens at the table to stared shocked at the physical abuse to their potions master.! Everyone bon appetite! It was toast with a p. However Harry was distracted by the tension in Blaise, and the hand tightened nearly painfully around his. He didn't want to turn and look at Blaise, what if he had read the situation wrong? What if Blaise didn't want to take such a big step so quickly? At Blaise's words however everyone at the table, including Harry froze. He smiled shyly when he saw the look that Blaise was giving him. Looking up the others quickly averted their eyes back to their plates to pretend they hadn't been watching the exchange, all but Severus who was watching Harry with an expression that confused him. Luckily Draco inherited the Black sense of change. Dumbledore certainly doesn't know. It's no secret what the Weasley family think of pureblood ways, they view the Old Ways as pureblood supremacy. We discovered and started practicing the Old Ways during the time that Ron wasn't speaking to Harry during our Fourth Year. We have spoken about telling him over the last two years, but decided it wasn't worth the trouble that it would cause, not with. And we decided that it was best that it not come out considering the smear campaign that was against Harry during our Fifth year. Harry reached up grinning to pat him on the back as Hermione laughed embarrassed. Harry was completely confused, throughout their stories Severus had joined in from a different point of view, made dry, amusing comments and even laughed a couple of times. There had been none of his usual barbs of 'arrogant Potter's', and Harry had a feeling that there was something else going on here besides the fact that Orion was Draco's godfather. We need to ask, are you sure that this is what you want? Harry, we need to hear that this is definitely what you want before we do anything. Harry sat frozen for a second before looking at Hermione who gave a nod with a small, sad smile. He looked briefly down at Orion who had fallen asleep an hour ago and then at Blaise who was watching him, concern deep in his whisky eyes. As long as my family are safe, all of them, I will join the Dark side. But when Blaise placed his arm along the back of his chair and Hermione reached down and gripped his hand beneath the table he knew he had made the right choice.? For your alliance that is all you request? However it was someone unexpected who answered. Lily died purely to protect Harry. They were not thinking of the light side. If Orion, Hermione, Blaise and Gabriella. At that moment however Orion decided to wake and gave a trembling cry.
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