North carolina storm damage today

Need help figure out something!
My goal is to set up greenhouse farm as close as possible to my house or primary residence in Charlotte North Carolina.
Agricultural land - the land that is zoned for agriculture. is it cheaper than residential, or commercial,
Building a greenhouse - on what kind of property example outside city limit, agricultural land, etc. would it be easier to get permits to build greenhouse
Outside city limit - what it means and what are the benefits
Outside city limit - what it means and what are the benefits
Airbnb - can I buy 3 acre property on which there is a house that I can Airbnb and keep the rest of the land for farming. I am thinking of this as a income generator on the investment during the earlier phase of business.
Financing - are there any special kind of loan for buying agricultural property, or any other government incentives
Listing - is agricultural property listed on MLS or are there other place to check for such property Workplace set up - if the property does not have a house on it I want to be able to put temporary work area like a container home, RV home, for water I can build well or use rainwater harvesting, how about electricity, sewage, etc.
Real estate agent - are there real estate agent that specialize in agricultural property, who are also agents that can help me get the approval for building the greenhouse. Agents that are local to North Charlotte region that might know of property listings that are not on the Internet. Can I work with more than one agent to find a property?

Hey everyone. Owner of a ‘20 TRD ORP and I’m located in central North Carolina. Moved here about 2 yrs ago and was not aware what Uwharrie was/is and that’s its so close to me!
My 4Runner is stock with the exception of BFG AT’s and I’m pretty well versed in off road driving but I’m no expert. Are there any trails in the Uwharrie Trail system that someone would suggest for a beginner? I’m not looking for anything crazy, just want to have some fun and test out the rig a bit. Keep in mind I do have the Predator Tube Steps so clearance is slightly limited from that.
Thanks in advance!

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Memory transcript: Starfreighter operator Cli! from Sillis, Date: [Standardized human time] September 11th, 2136
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“If at any point you try to trick me, I will burn you to ashes. Am I understood?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Said !ar!, his legs shaking, but I wasn’t one bit better off, I was terrified to death, frozen in place. We’ve never had a weapon pointed at us. And it tuns out, it is a terrifying position to be in.
“Then start talking”. Said the old exterminator lady.
“We’ve been searching for a place to build us a custom adapter, and we’ve found this place called ‘Electronics Abound’, where a very bored female venlil pointed us to this store of yours.” I said with shaking voice. I was moving my hand towards my bag slowly for the connector, when she jerked the flamethrower in my direction, and shouted at me.
“Hands where I can see them! How do you know the expression ‘gold-pressed latinum’?”
“The female venlil told us to tell it to you. She said you can help with our problem. Can I show you?” I asked humbly.
“Give me the bag!” She shouted at me.
I took off my backpack and threw it at her feet. Handling the weapon with one hand, she reached into my bag with the other one. She rummaged in it for a moment, then brought out the CNCQ connector. The moment it was out of the bag, her eye was glued to it, looking at it as if she has just witnessed the founding of the Federation. “Where did you get this?” She turned to us and said, while holding the part.
“In our ship’s spare part compartment.”
“I am going to ask you a simple question. If you give me the correct answer, you will live. If you don’t…then lets just say I will have a lot of cleaning to do. So tell me, what exactly am I holding in my hand?”
“Ni!ita, please help us, this female venlil in front us tells us she will burn us to death if we wont identify the connector part.” I said out loud.
“Who the damnation are you talking to?” Replied the venlil, turning more hostile at my question.
“It is a universal CNCQ connector for a Type 3 socket, manufactured probably between 180 and 200 years ago in !errigan’s electronics factory on Sillis, if I remember correctly on an island just off the coast of her domain.” Said Ni!ita to me. It was an exhaustive answer, I hope it will be enough for our aggressive venlil.
“Ma’am, it is a universal CNCQ connector for a type 3 socket, manufactured on Sillis about 180 years ago in an electronics factory just off the…” I tried to repeat the lines Ni!ita told me, but Kelra interrupted me.
“It seems you know way more of this item than I do. But I do know that part of what you’ve said is the correct answer. Sorry that I’ve spooked you…”she said, as she turned off the flamethrower and put it down onto the floor”…but the codeword you’ve just told me implied you were coming to capture me. You seem to know more of this item than even the exterminator office. So, you’ve said you’ve found it in a compartment of your ship. Am I correct by assuming you are flying a non-federation standard starship?”
“Yes, you are.” !ar! replied.
“Okay. Do I assume correctly that you have a CNCQ module, to which you would like to connect something, maybe a datapad?”
“Correct, again.” I said.
“So you have a ship capable of interfacing with a CNCQ module. Why would you want an adapter for it then?”
“It is not for our CNCQ module, it is for an other we’ve found.” I explained.
“So you have 2 modules? How did you get a second one?”
“Cli! found in on Venlil Prime at the starport, it was lodged into an engine pod of a shuttle which collided with it in space.” !ar! said to her.
“I see. And why would you like to connect it to a datapad, when you could connect it to the ship?”
“We don’t want to connect it to the ship, we don’t trust her enough.”
“Her? I am confused. Are we still talking about the computer core of your ship?” Kelra said, probably just as confused, if not even more, than when we were told of CNCQs a day ago.
“Maybe it would be better if you’d tell us how do you know about this technology, and what do you know about it, before we attempt to explain our situation.”
“Would you like some fresh-baked strayu, or some fruits for the tale? Maybe a glass of water? Anyway, my story begins about 30 years ago. “She begins, as she goes up to the cabinet in the room, and fetches 3 glasses on a plate, and wanders over to the sink. “I was a young lass back then. Both my parents were exterminators, so it was natural that I also aspired to be one. But I had dreams, I wanted to see the galaxy, it was not enough for me to prowl the sewers and fields of Venlil Prime. So I’ve signed up for service, and thanks to my heritage, I was easily accepted into the exterminator fleet as a mechanic. You know, the fleets that are dispatched to untamed worlds to cleanse them of predator taint, to turn the planets into habitable paradises.” She put the glasses down onto the table in front of us, and then went back to the cabinet to take out some fruits. “I rose quickly in the ranks, Iin no small part because of my knack for recognising patterns. I’ve provided plenty of observations about predators and their behaviour that my contribution could be actually felt on the quality of work we did as a team. This, naturally, resulted in promotions not just in rank, but in responsibilities. I was given my own ship after only a scant 6 years. As the wave of colonization efforts died down, our focus changed, and so did my duties. We were tasked with finding battlesites, prowling through wreckage and removing arxur taint, and, if possible, retrieving casualties.”
Kelra stopped for a second to drink a little water, then went on. “But everything changed on that fateful paw. We patrolled this very system’s outskirts, when a dark object appeared on our sensors. They barely picked it up, we would have missed it if it didn’t reflect so much light, and the system thought it discovered a new star in the distance. After a quick error checking, we recognised it was a ship, and not a new star. It didn’t tumble much, drifted in the endless void silently. I gave the orders to go in for visual check, which we did, and what we had seen was unlike what we’ve ever seen. The craft looked neither federation nor arxur, it was oddly organic in shape. I have sent out teams to scour its hull for an entry point, and to evaluate the possible design purpose of the ship. An agonizing claw has passed before the first reports started coming in – it was clearly a weapon of war. An incredibly amount of missile launchers covered its surface, all empty, with some point defence lasers dotting its hull. A team has found an entry point, though they didn’t had to look very hard, practically the ship was broken in half. I have ordered the teams to rotate back and sent fresh teams into the derelict. I will never forget what I have seen on the camera feeds of my troops, tilfish corpses littered the inside, heaps upon heaps of dead, frozen tilfish strewn everywhere. By the time the ship was completely investigated, we’ve counted over 20000 dead. That sight, the memories of that day will haunt me for the rest of my life.”
Kelra stopped again, clearly in great emotional distress, and I could see tears forming in her eyes.
“You don’t have to continue Kelra.” I tried to persuade her to stop, but the put her paw up, and went on.
“I do, I have to. Someone has to know, and you, at least partially, are privy to the truth. I don’t think any better candidate will come my way anytime.” She took a deep breath, and continued.” In that cursed ship, my team found a single piece of machinery still being powered. It was fed by some kind of emergency power source we could not locate the source of. It was the computer core, or CNCQ, as you might know it. I have no idea why the designer of the vessel dreamed this craft up this way, I can not fathom why one would want to keep a dead ship’s core powered, but I guess that question will stay unanswered. Anyway, we decided to extract the core, and mark the craft for salvaging. The dead crew has been collected and incinerated in our drivecones’ exhaust.” She stopped for a moment, thinking about the memories and the feelings they’ve awoken inside her, then continued. ”We’ve spent the next months trying to interface with the computer core, which eventually resulted in the gadget now you seek. I am willing to part with it, but in exchange, I would like to take a peek at your computer core.”
We sat across her in stunned silence for a long moment, weighting if that would be a wise idea. For what exactly are we endangering ourselves, a custom piece of cabling so that our stowaway can talk to the world?
“Cli!, you are in deep distress, I can feel it, what is the problem?” Came Ni!ita’s voice out of nowhere in my mind.
I tried to recall the story I’ve been just told, so that she might understand the reason for my anguish.
“You should ask her why the existence of this adapter is dangerous. It makes no sense. A crucial piece of the bigger picture is missing. A more important question is, why is she afraid?”
Those were very good questions. Ni!ita seems to be very good at paying attention to details, and noticing inconsistencies. I decided to ask them from Kelra.
“You are an observant tilfish, Cli!, those are perfectly valid questions. I am willing to give you some details as a show of faith, and to sweeten the deal, I will give you the computer module after you’ve fulfilled your end of the deal. Is this acceptable for you?”
“We can agree to this Kelra.” Said !ar!.
“The adapter is a piece of technology that allows connection between federation systems and a technology that is deemed dangerous by the federation. Though I think the protocol itself is a remnant of a conflict that has been scrubbed from the records of the federation. The information we’ve discovered in the core pointed to a conflict between the tilfish and the Federation, before you’ve been officially found by the Federation. The ship was fleeing Sillis, and it was pursued by a Federation suppression fleet. The core must have been damaged in some way, as we could not extract much from it, apart from navigation data and some damage reports, despite it being full of information. I am in potential danger, because I am in possession of this information. I know, because I know the regulations, some I’ve even helped write. Now its your turn.”
“You can not take a look at the CNCQ modul you would like to investigate, because it is not our decision. It is, after all, her body, not ours.” I told her in confident tone.
“Whose decision? What are you talking about?” Asked Kelra, apparently being very upset about what I’ve just told her.
“Its Ni!ita’s decision, she lives in it. The CNCQ is not a computer core, you see, it is a housing of a virtual brain of a long-dead tilfish queen. Among other things.” I explained her.
“Are you pulling my tail? This is a sorry excuse for a joke. There is nothing in my computer module!”
“You’ve just said, it is full of data. Yours, and our original, are essentially coffins, of a long-dead tilfish’s neural transcript. The one we’ve found on Venlil Prime is still alive however.”
“Lets assume I go along with your outlandish explanation. Why do you need the adapter?”
“We basically made a deal with her. We will not leave her on the scrapyard if she does work on the ship. Considering her…disabilities, she is unable to do any physical work, and we are reluctant to hook up her to the ship. So, we thought if we gave her the means, she could be our logistician. She could scour the digital world for work more efficiently than us. If you give us the adapter, we can prove this to you.”
Kelra thought for a very long moment, confusion was clearly wrecking her mind. It would be wrecking ours too, if we were subjected to such a situation she was pushed into. On second thought, we were in her position just a paw ago. Hm, how easily one’s world view can change in short amount of time. Suddenly, she got up, and walked to the cabinet in the room, she leaned inside and pushed something, after which a hidden compartment revealed itself in the wall opposite us. She walked up to it, and retrieved the adapter, and her CNCQ module.
“Lets go to your ship, then.” She said with determination in her voice. Then she walked out of the office into the store, and we heard the door unlocking. “Are you coming or not?” She asked from us, practically shouting from the street. I’ve jumped up and ran after her, with !ar! right behind me. By the time we’ve caught up with her, she was almost at the corner of the block.
The walk back to the ship went in silence, we did not talk, at all. Her knowledge of the city was evident, as we’ve walked considerably less to the starport now, than how much we did earlier today. But the night still caught us outside, by the time we’ve reached our ship the starport was bathing in blinding artificial lighting, projected from floodlights dotting the tarmac. We approached the ship from the front, and Kelra’s eyes shot wide open at the sight of it.
“Is this your ship? It does not look like a Federation ship, at all. In fact, it resembles the ship I’ve encountered all those years ago.” Kelra said, while gawking at our craft.
“It is indeed very different. Actually, we are having a lot of problems finding parts for it. I guess you can imagine, it is not a common ship in Federation space.” I added.
“May I have a look inside?” She asked.
“Well, we have walked around here, it would be rude from us not to let you on board.” !ar! replied.
We all walked into the ship via the crew ramp, and headed to the storage room where Ni!ita “lived” currently. Kelra handed !ar! the adapter, and he connected his datapad to the module with it. For a few moments, nothing happened, then Ni!ita’s began speaking to me.
“Hm, interesting gadget. Is this the famed ‘datapad’ you’ve connected to me? The software is…difficult. I have to be careful while talking to it, as if I was walking on eggshells, made of extra-brittle glass which have already been broken but is still in one piece. Extremely sloppy engineering. Oh dear, the amount of unnecessary protocols, the duplicate lines of code, the pointless bloatware…do you truly need a live update of the weather on all federation planets? And why am I bombarded with articles, like ‘14 symptoms of predator disease’ or ’21 ways the Federation keeps you alive without you knowing’?”
“What now?” Asked Kelra from us. “Is it working? I would like to speak to her. Can we talk somehow?”
“Hello alien!” Came a voice from the speaker of the datapad. The most soothing, feminine, smooth voice I’ve ever heard, it made the hair on my body stand upright, and even Kelra’s wool has straightened a little. A chilling feeling ran though my body, from my head to my abdomen, sparking a feeling of happiness and joy from every cell of my body, as if they started dancing at the same time.
Kelra’s mouth hang open at the unexpected voice. She looked around, looking for the source, but she found nobody. “Hello, mysterious occupant of the CNCQ module. I am Kelra.” She said to the datapad, after she confirmed that the voice could not have come from any other place.
“Greetings, Kelra, I am Ni!ita. Thank you for your generous gift adapter. Finally, I can do something else, other than chatting with these 2 drones, they are quite boring, frankly.”
“What and who are you?” Inquired Kelra.
“I am Queen Ni!ita, the neural transcript of queen Ni!ita from Sillis. I am a Command and Control Queen, or CNCQ. And who are you, Kelra?
“I am a former ship leader and exterminator.” Said Kelra.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, and aliens in general. It is my first time, but I suppose the rest of my kind met yours almost 2 centuries ago.”
Kelra froze at that comment, probably thinking back to the corpse-filled ship. She must have been thinking wether she should tell her story to Ni!ita or not. The Federation did not meet the tilfish under pleasant circumstances.
“Well, Kelra, do you believe us now?” I’ve asked from Kelra.
“I do. It is incredible. In my wildest dreams I have not though this was the purpose of the module, this also explains why the ship was designed to keep the module powered no matter what. And since you have the proper equipment, maybe you could look into my module also, probably it would reveal more than what I could dig up with my improvised tools.”
Kelra spend the next hour chatting with Ni!ita, carefully navigating around the topics that would expose the Federation’s involvement with the ancient tilfish. They discussed technology, culture, especially music. Ni!ita was extremely interested in venlil music. But the time came when she had to go back to her life.
“Thank you for your warm welcome, but I must be going now, my daughter must be worried sick. May I have your contact so that we can stay in touch, Queen Ni!ita?” Asked Kelra.
“I don’t have any objections. And, please, call me Ni!ita, no need for long-forgotten, meaningless titles.” Replied Ni!ita. Kelra went over to the CNCQ module, and sent over her contact. Then she turned around, thanked us for our hospitality, and left, leaving her own module on the floor by the door.
We looked at each other with !ar!. This has been a tiring day, and we haven’t even secured a new job for ourselves. Suddenly, it dawned on me, Ni!ita can now take over that role from us.
“Ni!ita, since you now have the means to do some work for us, how about you start looking for a job for us?”
“I have already done it. We will depart in the morning.”
“Wow, you are fast.” Said !ar! surprised.” Would you please fill us in?
“I’ve managed to secure a contract for you, for the short-term future. A roundtrip between 3 locations, though the end of the roundtrip is Venlil Prime. I know you have an aversion to that place, but still, it pays very well.”
“That’s great news! What will we be transporting?”
“Titanium, steel and aluminium sheets and profiles, processed lithium and a myriad of other metals in smaller quantities. The full container amount will be loaded, each to their full capacity here, on every round. At the next stop we will be loading food, machinery and building materials.”
“What’s the fee?
“A nice round 40 million credits for a single round.” Ni!ita said, like it wasn’t a fortune in and of itself.
“Ok, this is too nice to be true. What is the catch? What is the third stop, Wriss?” I asked jokingly.
“No. It’s a planet called Earth.”

As a user of Twitter. After two years of pandemic tweeting, we’ve finally returned to the events that have defined Twitter since it first opened its doors. But there exists a sharp delineation between the pre- and post-COVID eras of Twitter’s history.—a shift within Twitter’s culture. I can sense this change in myriad ways: in our academic culture, in the language I hear in the halls, in the way we interact with one another across grade levels and cliques and even between students and faculty. For the most part, I sadly can say that I have watched Twitter’s student culture degrade over the course of my four years within these walls. Whether due to COVID or shifting teenage culture at large, the sense of community at Twitter has diminished, and this disruption manifests in different ways. An uptick in students cutting Regents, Honors, and AP classes alike, belittling and bigoted language shouted carelessly in the halls, and a lack of concern for our fellow students have all damaged the community I once saw at Twitter. But I know that this shift does not define our school, and that we can recalibrate our culture, moving away from this nastiness and towards a cohesive community. Given our school’s standing as one of the best high schools in New York state, and our fealty to “the grind,” the prevalence of cutting seems like a paradox. While cutting has never been a non-issue—and our school has never been perfect—the level of cutting we’ve reached as a student body this year has surpassed that of past years, a dubious distinction to be sure. This year, however, classes that students would never cut in the past, like AP English Language, found themselves missing students. In my own science class, one desk remained conspicuously empty each week, and a rotation of seniors and juniors routinely disappeared. In my freshman year, I had hardly ever heard of my peers skipping class; now, even freshmen cut. This issue has moved beyond simple high school mischief; it’s grown to seriously disrupt classes, harming the education of the class as a whole. While some teachers, like my science teacher, have taken steps to reduce cutting—including harsher punishments for frequent cutters—teachers can only do so much to assuage this problem on their own. Real change comes from within the student body. We must realize the way our actions, however fun and good-natured they may seem in the short-term, are harming our education and our peers. Outside of the classroom exists another, more insidious way in which we hurt each other, something less outwardly outrageous than cutting class but even more ubiquitous: an increase in harmful, hateful language exchanged between students. This year, I personally faced some of the worst misogyny of my life within the walls of Twitter; unfortunately, even that experience pales in comparison to what I hear students say when they think no one else is listening. Almost every day I hear a remark shouted carelessly in the halls that makes the back of my neck prick. My stomach churns at the casual homophobia, sexism, and racism I observe. Students calling each other “gay” as an insult, students speaking disparagingly of the girls in their class, students using racial slurs to mock their “friends.” Even when in faculty-supervised spaces, nonblack students use the N-slur casually, as if it were just another “bad word” and not a relic of a deeply racist past. Even more prevalent is the almost-constant appropriation of AAVE (African American Vernacular English) by nonblack students in our school. AAVE is its own language with different grammatical structures and rules, not “Internet slang” to be parroted mindlessly. This behavior is inexcusable everywhere—especially so in a purportedly “No Place For Hate” school—and its prevalence within Twitter troubles me deeply. This is not to say that our school has ever been perfect in the past; I’m not claiming that language in poor taste and issues with homophobia, sexism, and racism did not occur pre-COVID. But on a personal level, I cannot imagine the deluge of belittling remarks I hear today happening only four years ago. The sheer saturation of this type of language shocks me. This is not the Twitter High I grew to love. That version of Twitter died in the pandemic, halfway through lockdown. Something changed in the year-and-a-half we spent away from our school and from each other. And whatever broke did not fix itself last year, either, despite our best efforts to “return to normal.” More than anything, COVID isolated us from our peers and our teachers; we seemingly all grew meaner in that absence. The echoes of involuntary isolation and a lack of human connection and the leniency of our remote year still inform the ways in which we interact with one another. Isolation and an increased reliance on social media during that time have made us forget the value of human interaction. We’ve become blind to the personhood of those around us, and so we treat each other cavalierly without ever pondering the impacts of our actions. And that lack of mutual recognition, more than anything else, has bred the culture of toxicity that has come to define my final year at Twitter. Beyond COVID, the reasons for this general nastiness are as layered as they are varied; too many exist for me to name within this piece. But, ultimately, these causes matter less than the situation they’ve created. We should focus less on what led us to this point and more on what will lead us out.I can see this glimmer of mutual recognition reemerging at Twitter. It is up to us to reach it; we all have a part to play in this. Teachers, especially, act as stewards of the student body and can guide us towards the feeling of compassion and understanding that we have lost, But it is up to us, the student body, to fully change for the bettter. It is our behavior that defines our culture, our behavior on which we live or die. As cliched as it is, we can create a paradigm shift; we can value our academic and personal lives equally, and we can have fun while doing so. A helpful and healthy school culture is built on mutual appreciation. So realize and respect the effort your teachers put into teaching. Look at your friends and treat them with kindness. Move away from the hurtful and towards the beautiful. I am leaving in a month; I will not be here long enough to benefit from an improved student culture. But I believe it is worth continually reaching for. So reach for it.

Faction:
Royal Navy
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Class:
Repeat Valiant/Churchill-class Nuclear-powered Attack Submarine (Submarine in-game)
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Background:
The third and final ship of the Churchill-class (also known as the Repeat Valiants as it featured many internal improvements, but outwardly looked about the same as the preceding Valiant-class Nuclear-Powered Submarines) HMS Conqueror) was ordered on 9 August 1966 and was laid down at the Cammell Laird Shipyard at Birkenhead, at the time in the County of Cheshire, England, on 5 December 1967. She was launched on 28 August 1969 and commissioned into the Royal Navy on 9 November 1971, the final nuclear-powered submarine to be completed by Cammell Laird. (all future Royal Navy submarines would be exclusively built by Vickers Shipyard)
Conqueror’s career between commissioning in 1971 and the Falklands War in 1982 was largely uneventful, with the only thing of note being the replacement of her Type 2001 sonar array with a Type 2020 version and a Type 2026 towed array that could be let out and retrieved sometime in the late 1970s. It was also around this time that the sub would be captained by Cmdr. Chris Wreford-Brown.
Upon the outbreak of the Falklands War in April 1982, Conqueror would be among many British submarines that were deployed to the South Atlantic (including sister ship HMS Courageous), departing Faslane Naval Base in Scotland on 3 April, and arriving at the Falklands exclusion zone on 24 April, exactly three weeks later. She was tasked with scanning the area for Argentine shipping, in particular, Argentina’s light aircraft carrier ARA Veinticinco de Mayo (formerly HMS Venerable). On 30 April, Conqueror spotted the Brooklyn-class Light Cruiser ARA General Belgrano (formerly the USS Phoenix) sailing southwest of the Falklands outside of the exclusion zone. However, with 25 de Mayo approaching the islands from the north, the commander of the HMS Hermes task force, Rear Adm. John “Sandy” Woodward, fearing a pincer attack between the two ships, requested permission from his superiors to sink Belgrano. That permission, after some debate, would be granted by Adm. Sir John Fieldhouse and the order to engage was sent to HMS Conqueror, in the interim, Belgrano would retire from its attack vector and head west, a move that made later events incite controversy, although both Belgrano’s captain and the Argentine government would acknowledge that the attack was a legitimate act of war.
On 2 May, Conqueror would launch three Mark 8 torpedoes ^\1]) at Belgrano, with two of them striking the ship and exploding. Twenty minutes later, the cruiser was rapidly sinking and abandoned by her crew. General Belgrano was unable to send a mayday signal, due to electrical failure and poor visibility, which meant that the two escorting destroyers, ARA Piedra Buena (formerly Sumner-class USS Collett) and ARA Bouchard (formerly Sumner-class USS Borie) would not find out about Belgrano’s sinking until hours after the latter sank, taking 323 men with her. The sinking of the Belgrano was a notable one, as it was the second time since the end of World War II that a submarine sank an enemy warship ^\2]), but it was the first (and at the time of writing only) nuclear-powered attack sub to do the deed. The Bouchard was also believed to be hit by Conqueror’s third torpedo. Though Conqueror would not again fire her torpedoes in anger, having had to evade the efforts of the Argentine Air Force (FAA) to locate and sink the submarine, she would spend the remainder of the war helping the task force by using sophisticated monitoring equipment to track FAA aircraft. Belgrano’s sinking also shocked both the Argentine people and military junta, and contributed to the Argentine Navy’s role being significantly reduced for the remainder of the conflict, and in turn, contributed to Argentina’s defeat in the Falklands War.
After the war, HMS Conqueror would return to Faslane flying a Jolly Roger, a customary act of Royal Navy submarines after achieving a kill. Said Jolly Roger would feature an atom, a cross torpedo pattern, a dagger and the outline of a cruiser, representing Conqueror being an SSN, the weapon used for the sinking, the secretive nature in the operation and the hull type for the kill respectively. This banner can be found at the Royal Navy Submarine Museum in Gosport in South East England.
Her post war career would also see some notable moments. Later in 1982, Conqueror would take part in Operation Barmaid, an operation to raid and capture a Soviet passive towed scanner array that was towed by a Polish-flagged vessel. Conducted as a joint Anglo-American operation just outside Soviet territorial waters, the sub used cutters affixed to her bow to shear off the 3” (76mm) thick wire before silently returning to base on the Clyde. On 2 July 1988, Conqueror collided with the Dalriada, an Army Sail Training Association yacht. Its four crewmen would be rescued, but the yacht sank.
Conqueror was decommissioned on 2 August 1990, with the submarine’s periscope, captain’s cabin and main control panel joining her Jolly Roger at the Royal Navy Submarine Museum. At the time of writing, she is currently housed at Devonport, County Devon, one of twenty nuclear subs housed there by the Ministry of Defense awaiting final disposal.
^\1]: While HMS Conqueror was equipped with the newer Tigerfish torpedoes, the Mark 8, a venerable design dating back to the interwar era, was far more reliable and used instead.)
^\2]: The first instance would occur during the Third Indo-Pakistani War eleven years prior when PNS Hangor, a Daphné-class Submarine used by the Pakistani Navy, sank INS Khukri, a Blackwood-class Frigate in an instance that also marked the only instance to date of an Indian Navy warship sinking to enemy action since independence in 1947.)
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Namesake:
A conqueror is a person who conquers.
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Rarity:
UR
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Stat Spread:
As a nuclear powered submarine, Conqueror sports a superb Torpedo Stat (S), a decent HP stat compared to their WW2 counterparts (B) and a superb speed stat (A). As a Cold War submarine that has no guns, she has no firepower stat.
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Abilities:

• Her Majesty’s Silent Service: If sortied with at least one other Royal Navy Submarine/SSN, increase the critical chance of all Torpedoes this or any Royal Navy SS/SSN launches by 3% (8%) and increase the critical damage dealt by 15% (25%).
• Setting the Sun of May: Increase damage done to Sol de Mayo (ARA) warships by 15% (30%) and increase damage done to Light Cruisers by 25% (45%). For every ship this submarine sinks, increase the damage dealt by 1% (2%) with its cap at 10% (20%) until the submarine withdraws.
• The Empire Strikes Back: When this ship arrives at attack position and again when retreating from battle, launch a unique, defense ignoring torpedo barrage, damage based on skill level.

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Personality:
Conqueror (S48) could be best described as someone who has a Sugar-and-Ice Personality (or in Anime jargon, a Kuudere). On the outside, she is cold, aloof and professional, dedicated to her missions and largely keeps to herself. Once one gets to know her better, she shows herself to be more optimistic and warm, if a bit socially awkward.
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Quotes:

• Acquisition: My name is Conqueror. I am the sub that sank the General Belgrano during the war of the South Atlantic. If there is nothing else to add, can I get going now?
• Secretary (Idle) 1: Focus on your work. You wouldn’t want to disappoint anyone, do you?
• Secretary (Idle) 2: I am simply doing my duty, I’m not interested in what other people think or praise about me.
• Secretary (Idle) 3: Always stay on guard, don’t make such careless mistakes.
• Secretary (Touch): What requests do you want of me?
• Secretary (Special Touch): I honestly hope your libido matches your skill in battle.
• Skill Activation: Neutralizing target…
• Affinity (Disappointed): Such a waste of time, you are.
• Affinity (Stranger): If you wish to be useful, then tell me the next objective you wish to see done. I don’t have all day.
• Affinity (Friendly): If you want my honest truth about the war, I spent thirteen years for the opportunity to do what I did. I didn’t want to foul it up.
• Affinity (Like): I’m…not much of a talker. I don’t have anything to talk about here so…what do you like to do in your free time?
• Affinity (Love): Whenever I need to go out to battle, I try to keep my cool, and I’m still good at what I do, but the way you make me feel…hmm…I wonder…
• Oath: This ceremony is just like the one on the return to Faslane. Last time I thought nothing of it, but now…with you here…
• Sortie (Churchill): You’re a good talker when you should be hunting stealthily.
• Sortie (Conqueror (World of Warships)): Heroes aren’t always what they’re cracked up to be.
• Sortie (Phoenix and/or General Belgrano): Sunrise, sunset. As all things should be.

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Design:
Conqueror is depicted as a girl in her mid-teens with golden yellow hair tied in pig-tails that extend down to her elbows, and ruby red eyes. Her attire is largely inspired by the equipment utilized by the Special Boat Squadron (now known as the Special Boat Service) during the early 1980s, and in particular during the Falklands War. She wears a black skin-tight one-piece wetsuit that covers her entire body, with the cut offs being around her hands and halfway down to the calves of her legs. Among her equipment is a snorkel on her right shoulder, though not worn, and comes with a L9A1 Browning Hi-Power pistol in her left hand. In addition, Conqueror wears a red crystal around her neck in the shape and style of Phoenix’s tie at the end of her hair, symbolizing a prize for sinking her in the Falklands War.
Her rigging is largely the same as her submarine model, but functions as a one-man Submarine Delivery Vehicle for which she rides on top, with the control mechanism being on two handles on each side of the sail (akin to how I-56 operates her rigging)
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A/N:
This sub was suggested to me by u/A444SQ, I hope you enjoyed this rendition of Conqueror as I did making it.
The historical HMS Conqueror (or rather the last iteration of her) is a fascinating ship and one that I figure would be deserving of its UR spot given its single defining achievement. But this would also be my first UR submarine (at least my first not named Alicorn which is OP even by Ace Combat standards) and with nothing to base it on, it's difficult and might actually be a bit underpowered by comparison. It is what it is I suppose.
As always, if you want to suggest a ship or retrofit in the future, please leave it in the comments below, you can also reach me via DM's to make your suggestions as well. We're returning to Operation Weissenburg next time with Tier VIII Battlecruiser, a design dating to March 1918 but was depicted by WeeGee to be developed in 1944, with their take on Schnelle Großekampfschiffe 4531, KMS Zieten.
Link to the list of ships

We had solar panels installed on our house earlier this year.
The apprentice fell on the roof and had to leave, so they left the job half done. Wires were sticking out of the roof. They said they wouldn’t be back for a while because they were booked for a long time. They left the panels in our garage.
I pleaded with the company to send someone else out and this was done.
The solar panels were installed. After a few days of rain this year, I noticed water damage to the ceiling. We contacted Solahart and did not receive a response.
We organised for an emergency roof repair company to come and fix the issue which cost approx $1040. This was on the weekend, the night before a storm was due. These men were great and worth the money. They silicones the holes where the panels connected to the roof, which the installers originally forgot to do.
I’ve been trying to contact Solahart for months. Only now after I messaged them on Instagram did I receive the following message:
———— Hi x
Thanks for your email enquiry, I have just returned back to work from long service leave.
I’m sorry you had an issue with your install, I would say when the electrician hurt himself on that day he has forgotten to silicone up the pipe.
Unfortunately all this could have been avoided if you had contacted us first to come and repair the leak as part of your contract with Solahart Rockingham our contractors would cover all repairs.
The 1300 solahart phone number is manned 24 hours 7 days a week.
As you have contracted a 3rd party without our authority we can not cover this cost.
As a goodwill gesture I would of covered the cost if it was a standard call out and cost to silicone a pipe (an average of $150 - $200 MAX) I questioned the invoice as it was so overpriced but was told that due to the privacy act the company you dealt with Mr Emergency will only speak to “y”.
I would suggest “y” contacts them and disputes the price and also gives them the authority to speak to myself as I am happy to also dispute it with them on your behalf as this is way out of the industry standard of cost for the scope of works. Once “y” has done that let me know and I will re contact them.

We had solar panels installed on our house earlier this year.
The apprentice fell on the roof and had to leave, so they left the job half done. Wires were sticking out of the roof. They said they wouldn’t be back for a while because they were booked for a long time. They left the panels in our garage.
I pleaded with the company to send someone else out and this was done.
The solar panels were installed. After a few days of rain this year, I noticed water damage to the ceiling. We contacted Solahart and did not receive a response.
We organised for an emergency roof repair company to come and fix the issue which cost approx $1040. This was on the weekend, the night before a storm was due. These men were great and worth the money. They silicones the holes where the panels connected to the roof, which the installers originally forgot to do.
I’ve been trying to contact Solahart for months. Only now after I messaged them on Instagram did I receive the following message:
———— Hi x
Thanks for your email enquiry, I have just returned back to work from long service leave.
I’m sorry you had an issue with your install, I would say when the electrician hurt himself on that day he has forgotten to silicone up the pipe.
Unfortunately all this could have been avoided if you had contacted us first to come and repair the leak as part of your contract with Solahart Rockingham our contractors would cover all repairs.
The 1300 solahart phone number is manned 24 hours 7 days a week.
As you have contracted a 3rd party without our authority we can not cover this cost.
As a goodwill gesture I would of covered the cost if it was a standard call out and cost to silicone a pipe (an average of $150 - $200 MAX) I questioned the invoice as it was so overpriced but was told that due to the privacy act the company you dealt with Mr Emergency will only speak to “y”.
I would suggest “y” contacts them and disputes the price and also gives them the authority to speak to myself as I am happy to also dispute it with them on your behalf as this is way out of the industry standard of cost for the scope of works. Once “y” has done that let me know and I will re contact them.

Description: The Tori Tori no Mi, Model: Harpy is a Mythical Zoan-type Devil Fruit that allows the user to transform into a Harpy (A half-human half-bird hybrid) at will, making the user a Half-Bird Human (半鳥人間, Han Tori Ningen).

In-Depth:

• The user is able to transform into a creature known as a Harpy which is a winged spirit of Greek Mythology. Described as a woman with talons for feet and wings for arms and several other Harpy-based traits the user inherits when transforming. Similar to a few other Tori Tori no Mi Mythical Zoan fruits, the user can rather turn their whole body into a harpy or select parts.
  
• When transforming, the user’s arms become massive greenish avian-like wings, the size of their entire upper body and their lower half morphs into talons, elongating the legs and comes with razor sharp claws, similar to how Monet’s bird features appeared. The user is able to soar through the air at incredible speeds with their massive wings and by flapping their wings with enough force and generating strong currents of wind to blow people away, they can slightly manipulate the wind to shape it into blades of wind, tornado, etc.
  
• The user’s talons have an incredible grip strength that when hooked onto someone, it rather takes a lot of strength or patience to be let go and the user can hold up to 12,000 Ibs with ease, before starting the struggle. Their talons are incredibly durable and sharp that can cut through solid steel in a single strike and stab through even the toughest of defenses. While within the air, they can adapt to any avian terrain in an instance for being able to fight in better conditions.
  
• Being a Zoan-type devil fruit, it grants the standard increase in strength, speed, durability and all other physical characteristics. Uniquely, the user can sense all the air currents around them to feel all the shifted winds in an instance and can hear all the vibrations, allowing the user to detect all people in a close proximity of them and hear all possible vocal interactions. As a harpy, the user can emit a high-pitch scream that scales to how much output they give to simply hurt others ears to shattering glass and breaking the terrain.
  

Weaknesses: Standard weaknesses to seawater and seaprism stone. The user is more susceptible to high levels of voltage, burns them at a higher rate and feels more intensity and pain, due to the heightened senses they become more vulnerable to high pitches of sounds against them.

Awakening:

When awakened, if the user can resist and conqueror of the will of the Zoan fruit and not return to their animalistic instinct and become an instinctive awakened monster. They obtain a fourth form that they sprout their wings from their backs and both their arms and legs become talons and their eyes become bird-like. They gain a great enhancement to their strength, speed, durability, enhanced senses and regenerative factors and now their claws can cut through even stronger materials, fly at speeds that break the sound barrier and their wings become as durable as iron to act as a shield or wall. Finally, instead of partially manipulating wind, they can have complete control over the air waves from understanding it.
Techniques:

• Harpy’s Speeding Hawk Kick - The user turns their arms into wings and then starts flying around gaining speed and momentum and in a moment speed themselves at the target and turn one of their legs into a talon, blitzing past the target talon first kicking and cutting them with gathered force.
  
• Harpy’s Blades of Susanoo - The user flaps their wings to generate a powerful gust that targets the target and then they shape their wind into blades that cut up their target.
  
• Harpy’s Truest Scream - The user prepares a powerful sonic scream but holds it in their throat, building and compacting it into a single point and releasing it in a close proximity, dealing heavy force damage to creatures and the terrain.
  

Awakened Techniques

• Aeolus’s Sudden Storm - The user holds out their hands and manipulates the air currents around them to create blistering sharp wind blades and rotating blitzing winds, several tornadoes surround them and a compacted sphere of wind around them with a great range.

My boyfriend and I had solar panels installed on our house earlier this year.
The apprentice fell on the roof and had to leave, so they left the job half done. Wires were sticking out of the roof. They said they wouldn’t be back for a while because they were booked for a long time. They left the panels in our garage.
I pleaded with the company to send someone else out and this was done.
The solar panels were installed. After a few days of rain this year, I noticed water damage to the ceiling. We contacted Solahart and did not receive a response.
We organised for an emergency roof repair company to come and fix the issue which cost approx $1040. This was on the weekend, the night before a storm was due. These men were great and worth the money. They silicones the holes where the panels connected to the roof, which the installers originally forgot to do.
I’ve been trying to contact Solahart for months. Only now after I messaged them on Instagram did I receive the following message:
———— Hi x
Thanks for your email enquiry, I have just returned back to work from long service leave.
I’m sorry you had an issue with your install, I would say when the electrician hurt himself on that day he has forgotten to silicone up the pipe.
Unfortunately all this could have been avoided if you had contacted us first to come and repair the leak as part of your contract with Solahart Rockingham our contractors would cover all repairs.
The 1300 solahart phone number is manned 24 hours 7 days a week.
As you have contracted a 3rd party without our authority we can not cover this cost.
As a goodwill gesture I would of covered the cost if it was a standard call out and cost to silicone a pipe (an average of $150 - $200 MAX) I questioned the invoice as it was so overpriced but was told that due to the privacy act the company you dealt with Mr Emergency will only speak to “y”.
I would suggest “y” contacts them and disputes the price and also gives them the authority to speak to myself as I am happy to also dispute it with them on your behalf as this is way out of the industry standard of cost for the scope of works. Once “y” has done that let me know and I will re contact them.

I’m off the the north of my country to a work thing gathering with people I only know from the web. I’m a bit nervous today there will be a sort of networking sunset everyone is talking about grabbing some gins. I fell so nervous. I know I will not drink.