Waipahu auto body shop

Does anyone know if there's ways to contact someone directly?
I got my M3 delivered in Dec 22, and there was a decent sized scratch on delivery, and the advisor at pick up created a ticket for me, took all the pictures and said I'd just have to come in the following week to get it fixed. So I did just that, when I went back they said I needed to go to a body shop. Since then, I've opened multiple tickets, all of which get closed. I found an 800 number somewhere and was able to get in touch with a manager, but they've completely ghosted me and the process was so long drawn out because I'd have to keep repeating the story to the next representative.

so my first electric and a cycle arrived yesterday. fresh off the Amazon wagon. and it seemed a little like it had a software bug. okay whatever I'll firmware update as the manufacturer suggests. it seemed pretty good for the evening around the side yard a little.
after I was done for the evening I brought it inside and plugged it into which charger. this morning I get up and I intend to lower my suspension pressure because I have to doing some reading tonight. my suspension pressure was too high for my body weight. probably 100 PSI for 65 to 70ish kilos is quite a bunch. so I turned it on and went to use the trolley handle to bring it out onto my front porch where I have enough flat room to lay it down and adjust the suspension. immediately I can tell something is off with the balance calibration as it attempts to lean probably a full 15° forward. mind you yesterday it stood up nice. I did all the balance calibration. things possible? tried changing the angle. running the motor cache. clear auto adjustment thing. tried the turning calibration. tried factory resetting the software. all of it. no matter what I did, the thing went and tilted forward. another symptom was I noticed the free spin handle was non-functional. that is to say when I squeezed the button it did not in fact disengage the motor.
something I did not immediately notice was the little yellow triangle in the upper right hand corner of the app on the icon or image of the wheel. upon further investigation, I found the check engine light section of the app. in there battery voltage is reading voltage high warning. now I will never in my life. understand why it is that the second eye open the app. it didn't throw a gigantic flashing. red warning with sirens because overvolting lithium batteries is sketchy. but of course the error also did not show me the current battery voltage. so then I had to go check the battery voltage. 86 volts. now that is one spicy burrito. I'd say probably not enough to burn the house down, but definitely enough that I am now starting the thing outside until they pick it up.
now on to the Amazon portion. this is why I purchased it directly from in motions Amazon page. a 3 minute phone call with Amazon arranged UPS to pick the package up from my front porch at the designated time and they dropped a replacement order immediately that will be here Thursday.
so my fat thumbs when I went to set my phone down mashed the post button before it was complete.
I'm looking to hear what other people have to say. have you experienced similar issues etc. all the things because if the new one shows up and it's fucked clearly I'm going to want my money back and maybe I'll choose a different manufacturer or product all together. I don't know yet. talk to me people. I'm new here. thank you. love you bunches.

Any recommendations for shops that can fix dents and scratches on a vehicle and could possibly offer a free appointment for estimates.

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Art of Simone's upgraded power armor and crystal sword!
Chapter Sixty Five: Allies and Scritches.
Looking around, the redhead finds herself standing in the middle of a dark and damp forest. But despite the gentle waves of the breeze moving the flora, there’s no sound. To the Terran’s recognizing eye as well, the plant life appears to be a blending mingle of those on the Gratt homeworld and the fateful operation on the Whista owned world.
Moving forward, her surprisingly lucid mind comes to the conclusion that she is once again ‘dreaming’, no doubt being brought on by the growth in her braincase.
She finds a loose path reminiscent of an overgrown hunter's trail that snakes her deeper into the silent landscape. Although something instinctual in her demands to be fearful of the situation, Simone can’t help to be more curious than anything due to the fact this hasn’t happened in a little while.
After some time of traversing the blending path she catches something glinting off past nearby foliage. Freezing for a moment she stares it down in an attempt to make out what it is. When it proves to not be a barrel of a weapon, she approaches it and reaches out. Her bare hand touches the glint, causing it to fully take form before resting in her palm. In a light dug she draws the dangling object free from a thin branch and brings it up close to her face.
On a thin necklace chain is a bent dog tag and a small grimy triangular device. Manipulating the tag, Simone is not at all surprised to find her own name on it. But as for the device, she surmises that it’s very similar to the thing implanted to her forehead after being kidnapped by the children of Gaia, though clearly a differing model with possibly a very different purpose.
For a moment Simone is almost compelled to put the triangle to her head, but knowing better than to trust the bits of a Manarian mad scientist in her brain she resists and decides to continue down the path. But to her concern the path is no longer there when she turns around. Instead before her is a cliffside overlooking a wide field of absolute chaos.
Down in the valley she overlooks is an expanse of a visceral battle playing out. No longer silent, the explosions and cries of vocals are significantly muffled as if her own hearing was going out.
Still, she steps closer to the drop to get a fuller view. Far down below, yet in perfect clarity to her dream eyes are various sized armies of every known species defending incoming forces from the dark encircling treeline. From the trees themselves are lines of armored Manarians consistently pressing more and more into the valley. From all sides the defenders are overwhelmed from their foes. Few Manarian’s drop in their compressing march. Simone witnesses that as they approach individuals of other species, the defenders throw down their arms before kneeling in surrender. Like an aura of instant submission, those who don’t fall in battle give in to the invaders in an instant. More and more the Manarians gain ground, only seeming to slow as Deathworlders put up the most fight.
Finding the location of the Terrans, Simone’s heart sinks. A small but effective population is fighting against the bulk within their own lines. Disarray ensues as the Terrans divide their bewildered attention from within and what approaches, unable to give support to others or eventually themselves.
Suddenly the majority of the Cali forces turn to their neighboring species and join in on the Manarian’s side. In the midst of this they release a devastating additional army of Malchite that help carve the Manarians an easy path towards the most united and powerful section of the defenders.
In mere moments, ‘Central’ falls, sending a cascading wave of despair to all the remaining defenders. Before the Manarian’s even get close now, swaths of species begin to surrender seeing their best chance at maintaining a defense is obliterated.
Thankfully the Terrans have seemed to have taken care of the internal conflict, but unfortunately it's far too late for it to matter as they practically stand alone in this fight.
Some species flee to bolster and hide behind the Terran’s lines. To their credit, if not for a moment, they fight back hard enough to pause the Manarian advance. There’s moments of grim yet heroic sacrifices, ground freely given in order to lure the enemy into effective traps, and some Terrans manage to not give into the aura of submission long enough for others to run. It’s damn inspiring to see the unstoppable force stall.
But of course, it’s not enough.
Lines break, encampments burn, leaders fall.
Eventually Terrans are reduced to a single circular formation as they stand shoulder to shoulder in defense of the little they have left.
They hold until their ammunition and other supplies run dry. Expecting surrender the Manarains extend the option to stop the fighting then and there.
In a moment of consideration, the Terrans under the flag of their last standing leader charge outwards in a hopeless defiant melee. The fighting is visceral and brutal, but eventually only one Terran stands against an entire universe.
The individual has no energy left to strike out. In their grasp is a tattered and burned flag that can no longer be made out. But the Terran stands, using it as a brace.
A Manarian leader comes up and hammers the final Terran to the ground demanding submission. A few now utterly silent moments pass by before the Terran drags themself up the flagpole into a standing position.
With another blow the Manarian strikes them down again.
But the Terran refuses, and gets up once more.
Having run out of patience the Manarian shoots a leg cleanly free from the Terran.
Yet with a scream, they remain standing, utilizing the pole even more.
Deciding that it’s no longer worth trying, the aggressor levels their weapon to the Terran’s face.
Just before being vanquished for good, Simone realizes that through the cracked open helmet of the Terran that they were looking straight up at her. Despite the distance, the two sets of eyes lock together. There is not pleading in the wounded Terran’s eyes, no fear, no judgment, nothing Simone would ever expect.
What the redhead sees in them can only be expressed in one simple word;
Hope.
As the final shot sings out the valley is encompassed in shadow, resembling more of an massive endless pit.
“I know what’s at stake. Why am I being shown this? You of all people should be elated that this is coming.” Simone thinks for Sharra to possibly pick up.
But instead of an expected occurrence, she feels a warmth from behind her.
Turning her back from the void she immediately sees a small campsite. There’s a tent, a stack of scavenged firewood and a strange cliché knight sitting on a log by a roaring fire.
Feeling her heart skip a beat Simone practically runs to him, expecting it to be an aspect of her father. But she soon realizes that the person’s frame is far too small to be an avatar of him.
Noticing her, the armored individual raises a hand in greeting before staring at the fire. The area behind their visor still pitch dark.
“What is this?” Simone skeptically says in her mind, not trusting this in the slightest.
The knight then speaks up.
“A fire.” they say.
“I mean… all of this… What’s going on?” the Terran presses.
You’re dreaming, and thus your mind is molding things in the manner minds do when slumbering.’ the knight states.
“Okay… so what are you supposed to be? Because with what’s going on with my head a lot of things I ‘dream’ are actually literal things affecting me, like you actually answering my question so directly is pretty suspicious. This a Sharra thing? Usually it’s my dad in the knight get-up, so what are you?” Simone responds in questioning.
“Nothing of substance at all. Or… something vitally important. That’s really up for you to decide really. This is your mind after all, I’m simply here because your mind thought it necessary to conjure me.” the Knight replies.
“But this isn’t how dreams are normally supposed to work, even more lucid ones… right? This is getting real fucking weird.” the redhead argues.
“Then perhaps your mind’s ailment is affecting your mind quite a bit.” the Knight shrugs.
“No fucking kidding…” Simone agrees as she steps up closer, “So… you wouldn’t know where I can talk with whatever’s left of Sharra?”
To answer this, the knight bends to the side and digs their hand into loose soil. Sitting back up they begin to massage it back out to the forest floor.
“Bits and pieces everywhere. Constantly trying to pull together, but is simply unable to be whole. Destined to eventually drive you mad.” they explain.
“Wait, what? How?” Simone asks.
“You have been affected by her unconsciously, have you not? Wanting to viscously bite your lover? Speaking in her tongue? Symptoms of her gradually melding into you. Although she’s not complete, you will eventually start to forget who you really are. Two minds sharing one consciousness… it spells disaster for ‘Simone Thatch’. I suggest you find a way to avoid this.”
“But… but Vermis told me that she’s too far gone to be a problem.” the redhead points out.
“She can’t take your body from you, but she’ll still seep. Regardless if she can even intend to or not. Your mind will survive, but your identity will slip to some degree.”
“Shit…” Simone responds as she plants her face to her hands, “So… your part of my subconscious that is telling me something is wrong?”
“Possibly. Makes sense if that’s the case.” the knight grants as Simone can hear the helmet be removed from the individual.
She attempts to pull her hands away, only to realize she was stuck in this realm of pitch black.
-
Simone’s eyes open from what was meant to just be a brief nap. Her brain was foggy, and the details of her dream was loose enough to question her actual lucidity during or if her dream simply tricked her into thinking she was in fact lucid.
Rubbing her face she sits up to see Chak having a conversation with Sonla across the hotel room.
“Hey hun, how long was I out?” she asks as she swings her legs off the side of the bed.
The princess stands up and begins moving over to the Terran.
“Just a few hours, I was planning on waking you in another hour anyway so don’t fret. You really needed it after everything.” Chak replies with a giggle as she reaches out to address her lover’s bedhead fur.
Allowing the Cali to fix what she can, Simone sighs out of soreness.
“Yeah, I did.” she agrees in a chuckle, “Our new infiltrator caught up to speed?”
“I haven’t shared certain details, but she knows that we are perhaps going to have a less than legal encounter with the Terran President. That won’t harm the president, hopefully.” Chak reports before finishing up with the Terran’s fur, “Oh, and I have purchased some new clothes for you to wear on our trip back. They were delivered not a standard half hour ago. Simple pants and shirt. Your dress has been cleaned and repaired as well.” she notified as she pointed to the closet area.
SImone leans out and kisses the Cali in a tender peck.
“You’re the best hun.” she whispers before standing up and stretching out the ache before striding over to the neatly folded pile of clothes.
“Only second to you.” Chak coyly replies as she enjoys the view for a few moments before snapping to it, “I’ll have our transport summoned.”
…
Before the three can even depart out the front door, as the elevator door opens there’s a crowd of people waiting for them in the lobby. Simone opens her mouth to ask what was going on, but Chak swiftly presses the indicator to re-close the door.
“Chakalata’motaas! One moment of your time!”
“Princess there’s some questions regarding public property damage!”
“When was the last correspondence you had with your father!”
“Is the Terran really your fiance or a roleplay consort?”
Among other raising voices upon seeing the Cali the reporters swarmed towards the elevator just before the door closed and started to go up a level.
“Wow…” Simone utters, “I thought we’d be a bit more shielded from them?”
“If they reserved rooms at the hotel after learning we were here… then there’s not much that can be done.” Chak replies a bit troubled, “We just need to find another way-”
As the door opens again, even more people stand in wait.
“Oh princess! Was your appearance on Thorba the truthful’s podcast really you or did he use A.I to replicate your voice?”
“Was it you present on Kamoi roughly a standard year ago where a restaurant was destroyed in a terrorist attack? Were you the target?”
“What business do you have in Central? Are you going to appeal to have your father’s authority be unrecognized?”
“Have you spoken at all to the Cali Ambassador?
“Care to share any details over the events that transpired with Ambassador Zrreak’s son last night?”
“Is the Vorook also a lover of yours?”
“Is your chitin really deep-dyed?”
“Are you still in fear for your life?”
“Are Terrans-”
The elevator door sealed again, this time needing Simone to hold back people from potentially creeping into the elevator.
“I guess we’re going back down to make a run for it?” Simone huffs in immense annoyance.
“Unfortunately that appears to be our only option.” Chak nods, her patience being tested as well.
“Want me to make big explosion as a distraction?” Sonla offers.
“No need for that.” Chak replies quickly.
“Here. I’ll march us out. Sonla, get on my back.” Simone says before she kneels down and scoops up the Cali in her arms, “Still as light as a feather.” she winks.
Chak’s eyes flash.
“They’ll be given quite the show.” she chuckles.
As told, Sonla clambers up the back of the Terran and gets a firm hold around her neck.
“If an explosion is needed, I’m ready!” she declares just before the doors open for the final time.
Using her cradling arm under the Cali’s back, Simone uses her curled up hand to protect Chak’s head as she marches straight into the crowd.
None wanting to test to see if the bulky Terran considers trampling a valid option, a path is cleared. However the barrage of questions does not let up in the slightest as they followed the trio towards the front doors.
“What was the intention of your stay here?”
“When and where will your wedding to the Terran occur?”
“Is it true that Simone Thatch is a war criminal?”
“Have you suffered any injury while being intimate with a Terran?”
“How many Terrans have you mated with? Are all the ones you brought with you your harem?”
“Are you certain that you are the last survivor of your family?
“Are the Gratt to be trusted?”
“Have you encountered any bouncy hunters in Central?”
“Is the famed Admiral Chucknuq still in your service?”
“Have you been hiding out this whole time on Vapor’perna?”
“Are you planning on commencing a civil war?”
“How much are you paying the Terran to be your mate?”
To the dismay of Chak and Simone, the crowd only grew upon leaving the hotel’s premises. And even contributed around where their shuttle was landing.
Although not completely serious about it, SImone started to humor the idea of Sonla causing a distraction before sharp roaring barks erupts from nearby.
The questions all stop and even a few calls of distress ring out as everyone catches sight of a dozen uniformed Z’ah’tucks approach. In a wide line formation they release warning -though no doubt perceived as outright ‘threatening’- vocalizations. More cries ring out as they unleash fur covered mammalian quadrupeds that run ahead to the trio and begin guiding the reporters away through fear alone.
Simone couldn’t help but laugh aloud at the sight of the Terran shepherd dogs doing what their breed did best.
A Tromple recoils in pale terror as they worm away from one of the canines, who did nothing but exist with an authoritative attitude.
Very effectively parting the crowd away from the three, the lead Z’ah’tuck waved Simone to come to her.
Seeing little reason not to, considering the rescue, the Terran nods and hurries the two other women on her to the line of dinos.
“Thanks, but… what’s this about?” she asks.
The pack of a dozen dinos encircle the three and start walking them away to another shuttle landing zone. The dogs loyally come back to their owners as they make sufficient distance.
“As an apology for you having to get involved with last night’s events, Ambassador Zrreak wishes to personally escort you back to your designated apartment.” she answers as three shuttles await them in the zone. The biggest and most armored of which opens up for the three to enter.
“Oh…” Chak utters in thought before Simone lets her down to enter the vessel.
As the princess steps on in, it’s clear this vessel is meant to fit many guests within on a regular basis considering the scuffing and scratch marks. But at this moment there is only one individual within.
Looking much like his son, Zrreak is of the larger variant of his species. Covered in various deep scars across his scales and adorned in high quality drapery he pets a smaller breed of dog in his lap.
“Thank you for accepting my invitation, Princess.” he greets with a respectful bow of his head.
“Of course, we very much appreciate your assistance with the media swarm.” Chak replies before she finds herself a seat.
“You can get off now…” Simone informs Sonla before following the Cali in.
The Vorook slowly slides down the Terran and does her best to position herself to hide behind the redhead as much as possible, eventually sitting down in a seat that has the larger frame of the Terran between her and the ambassador.
Simone looks the ambassador in the eyes with a hint of weariness. Although she isn’t necessarily suspicious, with the still very significant bounty on her fiance’s head… one can never be too careful. She waits until the seal of the shuttle door clicks shut before speaking up herself.
“Cute corgi, does it have a name?” she inquires.
“Hmmhmm” the Z’ah’tuck hums in amusement as he lightly scratches the canine on it’s rump, causing it to lift its head and perk its ears, “His name is Zioakaa, a play on the Z’ah’tuck title meaning ‘One who has seen the Abyss, and made it weep’. Such a title is usually reserved for artists or passionate leaders. People who can invoke a great shift of public morale, whether it be for sorrow, fear or hope. This dog? Although he is no small part of my public image, he has shifted my morale extraordinarily.” he answers in a relatively reminiscing voice.
Seeing his genuine soft appreciation for the animal is clear as day to Simone, she allows herself to relax as the shuttle takes off with two additional escorts.
“Dogs are pretty great, huh?” Simone chuckles.
“Possibly the best of everything your people have brought to the stars.” the man agrees, “Despite losing a long war with Terrans, Z’ah’tuck certainly gained from it in some aspects.”
“Crazy how that hashes out. And hey, more dogs in the universe? I’ll take it.” the redhead replies before peeking over to Sonla, who was tucking her legs up to make her silhouette smaller.
“Oh, how is your son fairing Ambassador Zrreak? And the others in his and his wife’s company?” Chak asks pleasantly.
“He has been advised to be in bed for a few days, but will make a full recovery. The others will recover as well, but those more substantially injured will of course need a fair bit more recovery.”
“That’s very good to hear. Be sure to pass along our best wishes.” the Princess replies with a nod of her head.
“I will. Though I must apologize for your involvement in his incident. Such business should have been avoided in the first place.” Zrreak says as he extends one of his hands out to Chak, which she accepts sooner than he would have expected from a Cali.
“Thank you for the gesture, the involvement was voluntary, I assure you. Believe it or not Ambassador, I have conducted myself in more perilous situations as you can no doubt imagine.” Chak says pleasantly, “Though I have a feeling you’ve brought us aboard your own personal shuttle with other motives in mind, yes?”
Simone tenses up again as the Ambassador’s raptor eyes focus on the Princess for a moment.
Tilting his horned head, Zrreak then lets out a ‘caught me red handed’ snicker before pulling his hand away.
“Yes, yes you’re right indeed. Though I assure you it has little to do with the price on your head. As much as I still enjoy a good hunt, I’m not one to prey upon my own allies. No, what I hope to discuss is ensuring you are reinstated as the prime monarch of the Cali people.” he reveals.
“Oh… pardon Zrreak… what exactly do you mean by that?” Chak asks as she recovers from such a bold notion.
“I’ve decided to place my bets on you, Chakalata’motaas. I bring you an offer already officiated over by my people’s leaders for you to respond. May I officially present it to you in this rather unofficial setting?” he inquires.
“Very well, but I cannot make a promise that I’ll be receptive to what you offer.” Chak grants as she crosses her lower limbs in her lap.
Zrreak presses an indication in a side datapad, activating a hardlight screen to appear along the middle open area of the shuttle. The text on the screen outlines the terms of the proposal to which the ambassador presents it aloud.
“This proposed bargain has been rattling around the Z’ah’tuck trade leaders since the coup of your father. Though it hinged on whether or not you or any of your siblings survived. Seeing you are indeed alive and making concerted efforts towards freeing your people from his tyrannical rule one way or another you fit the criteria. And so here it is; The Z’ah’tuck Conglomerate will publicly support your right to the Cali throne, and it is prepared to dedicate one-sixth of its war fleets and the Third-fang battalion to aid in the likely event of military conflict.” he pauses to let that settle before continuing, “In return, the Conglomerate requests that the Cali government agree to contribute Ten percent more Natural-grade product and twenty five percent more Clone-grade product to the Z’ah’tuck meat market trade for the next fifty standard year period. Secondly it is also requested that Cali shipyards produce Twenty five hundred trade-ships by Conglomerate provided specifications in the next five standard years. Thirdly, permit Z’ah’tuck trade businesses to set up shop on Cali colonies. Fourth and finally, vote and publicly advocate for the Z’ah’Tuck people to be officiated out of ‘Associate Species’ into ‘Member Species’ status in Central.” he finishes.
Chak scratches the sides of her head with her lower graspers as she seriously considers the alliance deal. It’s an incredible opportunity. With the Z’ah’tucks big economic pull among the carnivorous species of Central -despite them currently being of ‘Associate’ status- this could be very advantageous. But the cost for the support was fairly high, yet not totally unreasonable.
“Your offer is rather tempting, Ambassador. Though I cannot see myself agreeing to it as it stands. You see if open civil war does break out, then I fear my people will need a period of time to stabilize, especially economically. People will need to be fed, buildings rebuilt, and damage to our world repaired. So here’s my counter offer for your consideration;” she says as she reaches out in request for the datapad, of which is candidly handed to her for her to revise the terms for consideration, “Lower the twenty five percent for cloned product to twenty. Provide charitable relief shelter camps where displaced Cali can be warm and well fed during the war campaign, which may prove to be a great source of building up positive relations with not only my people but many others sitting in Member Central seats. And finally agree to grant Cali trade ships official access to Conglomerate trade routes with reduced fines by thirty percent. The rest of your terms are acceptable.” she responds.
“Hmmm…” Zrreak mumbles as he stares at the screen. He brings a claw to his armored muzzle, dragging it along a deep old scarring, “I have the authority to negotiate the terms within reason, and although I know a few trade managers will be disgruntled I believe your counter terms are acceptable.” he nods before transferring the developed agreement to the datapad for both parties to sign.
The Z’ah’Tuck signs first before handing the pad over.
Suppressing her eyes from blasting light to not give away how she honestly felt about this deal, Chak re-reads the entire agreement twice to make absolutely certain that there are no possible term manipulations. The Z’ah’tuck are known to be honerable in terms of business, but one can never be too careful in this realm of dealing.
Once she is certain of all the terms, Chak signs as well and hands it back.
“Your gamble on me is appreciated, Ambassador. I will do everything in my power to ensure that my father is deposed. With your aid, I see the path towards that even more clearer.” she assures.
“Time will tell. And to be honest, we stand to lose little until conflict is certain. The biggest risk we run is a prolonged open war with the Cali. Central history is not kind to Deathworlders declaring war on non-deathworlders, even under these circumstances we may risk being ousted completely from Central. Though I’m doubtful considering our stranglehold on the meat markets. Who else would they turn to? The Truba? With their reputation and recent enormous debacle? I don’t think so.” Zrreak chuckles as he returns to petting his lap dog.
“Such a travesty…” Chak agrees, “Is there more you can share regarding that situation?”
“Just that these Squilla understandably don’t have much of a government. They dwelled in deeper waters and complex cave systems in their comparative ‘iron age’. They are incredibly fast learners, however. Which gives most of the Central council the impression that the Truba have been suppressing the Squilla’s growth as a people for literal ages. I don’t think anything like this has ever happened in known galactic history. It’s still all a mess unfortunately, but important first steps have been taken. I’ve spoken to the representative of the Squilla only a few times, and seeing him come to terms with reality is bittersweet.” the ambassador explained.
“I see. Perhaps I may have a chance to meet him while I’m in central.” Chak says with a shrug.
“It’s a long line to privately meet in an official manner, which is to no surprise I assume?” Zrreak informs.
“Of course, perhaps not then.” Chak concedes.
Wide eyed, Simone looks back and forth between the two.
“Sorry, uhm… I feel like what just happened earlier is a pretty big fucking deal… Military support? Not that I’m complaining, but I’d imagine something like that having a bit more bureaucracy? A quick back and forth and it’s a done deal?” she questioned, utterly bewildered.
“This is how backroom deals tend to go, Simone, you know that.” Chak replies as she reaches a hand to take hold of one of the redhead’s.
She then squeezes in trembling excitement to show that she was putting up a polite professional act.
“Right. Yeah.” Simone corrects herself as she huffs a pant of jubilated air.
The ambassador turns to look at the Terran directly.
“Simone Thatch. If you're at liberty to confirm, through some dealings we have received interesting intel regarding a Terran group that calls itself the ‘Children of Gaia’. Have you encountered them previously?” he inquires.
“Ah, uhm… I know about them. But that’s all I’m really willing to share at this time. What sort of dealings are you referring to exactly?” the Terran responds.
“Nothing nefarious, at least at the surface. We have traded for strange breeds of dogs, tracing their origins to that group. We suspect that they are these ‘pirates’ that invaded the Gratt homeworld. Would that be correct?” Zrreak presses, now looking back and forth between the Terran and Cali.
Chak sighs but nods.
“That would be correct.” she admits.
“Why hide that fact?” the ambassador asks.
“Well, there's a reason to. And I’m afraid we can’t share why, but rest assured their identity will be broadly revealed in due time. Soon, if we can help it, but we have to secure a few things first.” Chak explains, “Apologies for withholding information from you, but I ask that the Conglomerate not share intel of the group for the time being.” Chak requests.
“I can’t promise such, but if it’s in your interest to wait, then it is likely ours as well.” Zrreak grants, “But if we found what we have, others are likely to as well. So I hope whatever you are planning comes around soon, Princess.” he adds.
“As do I, and trust me I understand.” Chak says as she squeezes Simone’s hand once more, “They are our enemies and what we intend to do is to dismantle them.” she assures.
“Ah, I hope you don’t mind a single stop before arriving at your apartment. I have a gift that I wish to present to you.” Zrreak announces after he seems to have received a notification on his Lens.
“Oh, how kind of you. What manner of gift?” Chak inquires.
“One that in some small way may bolster your personal security.” the ambassador vaguely answered a bit coyly.
“Oh joy…” Simone says, unsure if they’d be able to comfortably take on another staff member on the Kwip-chap.
…
Soaring down into a tight one way entrance tunnel, the shuttle eventually comes to a latching stop before being lifted up into an unloading room.
“Come, step out. It’s being brought to us.” Zrreak instructs as he stands and strides out.
Preparing themselves to politely turn his offer down, Simone and Chak step out after him. Sonla on the other hand decided then would be a perfect time to raid the fancy meat snacks she’d been eyeing for most of the trip.
As the three stand just outside the shuttle in wait, it takes only a few minutes for a Z’ah’tuck to turn a corner and enter the room.
“Unfortunately I don’t think we’ll have room to properly accommodate-” Chak begins to say before feeling her legs freeze up in sudden numbness as a beast comes trailing behind the Z’ah’tuck.
Simone’s eye tufts lift in surprise as she looks upon what she initially mistakes as a damn hyena as it shares the rusty red-brown color, stripes and even a shallow mohawk of longer fur going down its back. Though its pitbull-esk face and body structure clues her in that it is indeed a dog.
The thickly muscled domestic canine assertively pats its clawed paws across the floor towards them, passing up the handler it stopped and politely sat ten feet away.
Bending down, Zrreak sets down his corgi which without hesitation stamps quickly over to the comparatively titanous brethren. Sniffing up and around his new friend the loaf of a dog ran a circle around the other unbothered canine before splaying forward in a ‘play’ pose in front of it. Before then running off as if to invite a chase.
“Her name is Zrume, meaning ‘Wall of fangs and talons’. She is only two years of age, but understands commands in Galactic standard and is perfectly trained to guard her charge with her life.” Zrreak introduced before notifying the uncertain fright in the Princess, “She is also trained to assist as an emotional support companion. She can provide more Service-oriented work, but that hasn’t been a primary focus of her training. I thought that may suit someone of your nature, Princess.” he added before addressing the dog directly. “Zrume, at ease.”
The dog’s ice-blue eyes spark with hyper excitement as she breaks her statue pose to spaz out before engaging in play with the corgi, sniffing him in return greeting after easily catching up.
“She isn’t the best I can offer, but I believe she’d be perfect for you. May she approach to meet you?” the ambassador inquires.
“Uhm…” Chak utters before looking up to Simone for an opinion.
Biting her cheek, the redhead gave a tentative nod back.
“Oh, alright.” the princess agrees.
“Zrume, come.” Zrreak instructs.
Turning away and all but ignoring the corgi again, Zrume approaches much closer to the three. Her circular blue eyes look up at the ambassador loyally, only taking side glances of the two women.
“Transfer.” the Z’ah’tuck commands as he points to Chak first and then to Simone.
The head of the dog looked up at Chak, its head pretty much as large as hers.
“D-do I pet her?” Chak inquires.
“Of course, though I strongly recommend that you limit her social interaction to a minimum when she’s on the job. When she’s off, tell her ‘at ease’ so she knows.” Zrreak answers with an amused but serious tone.
“O-okay… Hello… Zrume… uhm… at ease? At ease.” Chak says directly to the animal.
Zrume sinks her head slightly forward to gently press against between the Cali’s lower arms. Looking up with her crisp blues she starts to wag her tail and lightly stamps her front paws.
Chak’s racing hearts start to relax as a familiar admiration feeling rises up within her. Glancing up at Simone, she caught her inwardly biting her lips to resist the broad smile from breaking out.
Looking back at the dog, Chak lifts all of her limbs and begins scritching at the places that she saw these animals enjoy in the media. Behind the ears, under the chin and the sides of the thick neck.
Zrume closes her eyes as her tail aggressively pats against the floor like a happy baton. And Chak swears the dog’s closed mouth smiled, though that could have been a trick to the angle she is viewing her.
“What do you think?” the ambassador asks, seeming to already know the answer.
“She’s so sweet…” Chak replies in giggle, “I don’t think I can say no…”
“Then in that case, I’ll have her supplies loaded up for you.”

Company Name	Title	City
Ameris Bank	Universal Banker	Alachua
Konica Minolta	Field Service Installer	Boca Raton
Alera Group, Inc.	Benefits Coordinator	Boca Raton
The East Manatee Fire Rescue District	Office Coordinator	Bradenton
Gulf Coast Surgery Center	PACU RN	Bradenton
HCA Florida Healthcare at Home	Home Nurse	Clearwater
Under Armour	Shop Hand	Destin
Jobot	Legal Clerk	Fort Lauderdale
Trinity Health	Head Chef	Fort Lauderdale
Delta Companies	Family Physician	Fort Lauderdale
Lumen Inc	Director of Sales	Fort Myers
Thriveworks	OP Therapist	Gainesville
Domino's Pizza LLC	LTL Driver	Gainesville
Ameris Bank	Universal Banker	Gainesville
Corey Jenkins	After-School Sitter	Groveland
Advance Auto Parts Black History Month	General Manager in Training	Hernando
Metzen Agency	Remote Sales Manager - Great Leads - Make Your Own Schedule	Hialeah
Sunshine State Health Plan	Long Term Care Specialist	Hialeah
connectRN	RN	Jacksonville
Thriveworks	Clinical Social Worker	Jacksonville
Path Hire	BDC Assistant	Jupiter
Path Hire	Administrative Assistant	Jupiter
Nurse 2 Nurse Staffing	Travel RN	Key West
American Mobile Healthcare	Travel Nurse	Kissimmee
Party City Holdings Inc.	Sales Agent	Kissimmee

Hey guys, here are some recent job openings in fl. Feel free to comment here or send me a private message if you have any questions, I'm at the community's disposal! If you encounter any problems with any of these job openings please let me know that I will modify the table accordingly. Thanks!

(Female, age 30, 5'5ft, 60kilograms, non smoker, no drugs/alcohol, taking anticonvulsants and antidepressants but symptoms were the same even before medication.)
Beyond any kind of rage you can imagine. I don't mean alittle irritable.. I mean completely out of control.
I stopped drinking it for 5 months just to see if it was the coffee doing this, and sure enough, I calmed down completely. Then today because I was so tired I tried a quarter of a teaspoon of instant coffee and only drank half of it, and sure enough I was raging and ended up ripping all my pillows apart, ripping up the carpet, breaking my own things, and even hurting myself out of sheer explosive anger.
I asked my doctor about it and they could not give me a answer. I am hypersensitive to alot of things though. I have afew auto immune disorders were my body rejects medication and certain foods and even my own hair follicles. I don't know if I have a allergy to coffee/caffeine ☕ or what's happening. Does anyone have any ideas? I am normally very calm otherwise.

Hey all. Bought a GV70 a few weeks ago and love it! Currently riding illegally in NY with no front plate. Looked at the old posts here about using the Rho Plate, but I don’t love the off-center look.
Outside of the “dead center of the grill” look, is there any other position on the center of the front that wont interfere with the sensors? Maybe slightly lower?
I’ve had a hard time finding the exact sensor locations online, and my father in law owns an auto shop that will allow me some more “creative” mounting options if one is available. Happy to share my solution if I find one!

Hello, I've recently been in the market to purchase a tai chi sword (jian) to practice forms and martial arts with. I want a sturdy sword, not one with those flappy metals on wushu swords. However, it's hard to distinguish what looks like a cool sword to what feels like a good sword without actually holding it (the struggles of online shopping). Basically, I'm asking if anyone has any recommendations.
I'm looking for a jian that is styled in the more contemporary "crouching tiger hidden dragon" type of design, NOT a Han jian (those are beautiful and historically accurate, but not what I want in this case). I would also prefer if it was more on the blunt end.
I would prefer a guard where the sword looks like this: ----------
Not like this: ----------<---
I don't like it when the guard curves towards my body.
My price range is probably somewhere between $100 - $450
Any help would be appreciated. Thank you!

In the world of Fivem, a popular multiplayer modification for Grand Theft Auto V, players are constantly seeking new ways to enhance their gaming experience. One such innovation that has gained significant attention is the Fivem DNA Script. This groundbreaking technology has revolutionized the 5m Store, providing players with unprecedented opportunities for customization and gameplay. In this article, we will explore the various aspects of the DNA Script and how it has transformed the Fivem community.
Understanding the Fivem DNA Script:
The Fivem DNA Script is a powerful tool designed specifically for Fivem, aimed at expanding the capabilities of the 5m Store. This script utilizes advanced genetic algorithms to generate unique and personalized content, offering players a truly immersive and customized gameplay experience. By integrating the DNA Script into the 5m Store, developers have created a platform where players can unlock new possibilities and take their Fivem adventures to the next level.
Unleashing Creativity:
With the Fivem DNA Script, players can unleash their creativity and design custom content that reflects their individuality. From personalized character models and vehicles to custom weapons and clothing, the possibilities are endless. The DNA Script analyzes player preferences, playstyles, and other factors to generate content that aligns with their unique preferences, ensuring a truly tailored gaming experience.
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The Fivem DNA Script not only allows for visual customization but also enhances gameplay features in Fivem. With the integration of this script, players can access new abilities, unlock hidden missions, and experience exclusive gameplay mechanics. By infusing the DNA Script into the 5m Store, Fivem developers have created a dynamic environment that keeps players engaged and excited.
Expanding the 5m Store:
The integration of the Fivem DNA Script has led to a significant expansion of the 5m Store. The store now offers a wide range of DNA-infused content, including vehicles, weapons, maps, and character enhancements. Players can browse through an extensive collection of DNA-based modifications and select the ones that resonate with their gaming style. This expansion has breathed new life into the Fivem community, attracting both new and seasoned players alike.
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For the 6 past months, I've (25F) been experiencing mood swings, anxiety, and low mood, that have impacted my wellbeing.
One of the major issues is constant mood fluctuations. Some days, I wake up feeling happy, confident & full of motivation, but then suddenly, the very next day, I find myself devoid of motivation, tired, and sad. This unpredictability of my mood is quite draining.
I have a lot of anxiety especially at night. It feels like my brain is constantly in overdrive, racing, and refusing to quiet down. I feel like my body sleeps, but my mind stays wide awake, running around the same problems or seeking solutions. When I woke up anxiety is gone and those very same problems seem not as important than at night.
Also, I've noticed an increase in forgetfulness. I keep losing things, whether it's my keys, wallet, or bags forgetting them everywhere. Even the tasks I have to perform seem to slip away from my memory. It wasn't my personality at all before.
Lastly I have a growing sense of disconnection from myself. It feels as if I'm an outsider looking in, not fully engaged in my own life. as if I'm operating on auto-pilot not really experiencing or feeling. And this clearly impact my relationship with friends, family & boyfriend.
I am grateful for any and all responses. I would appreciate any advice, resources, or shared experiences that could help me

I'm looking to create clip of someone walking, I have a full body character and I can happily rig this completely.
However.. rather than spend a lot of time learning/testing/redoing this character walking, is there a website that will apply a walking animation to a pre-rigged (or unrigged) character?
Once I have a walking animation, I'm looking to animate the face on top of this (I'm hoping that the metarig can work in accordance with the auto-animation)
Any help welcomed

TLDR: I'm a homeless African American that never had any prospects, recently lost my job, and is autistic enough to make finding and keeping work hell. Oh, and I'm unattractive.
For people that actually like reading:
I'm putting my story here so that I can at least pretend I'm impacting the world. Starting from the way beginning to when I started showing indicators of involuntary celibacy. And trust me, I got an EARLY start.
Stats: 6"0, Black, Autistic (Aspergers specifically).
Traits: Depressed, Ugly, no Self Esteem, slowly losing the will to live.
Onto the story.
Elementary School: I don't know if I discovered the idea of girls earlier than most or not, but I know they didn't like me. I managed to find one out of desparation, but it didn't last, obviously. The problem is, I already started to notice girls looking to get attention (you know the kind. "Pay attention to me, but I want nothing to do with you" kind of attention. Looking back, I noticed they learn that behavior early. Whether or not someone taught it to them is something I can't confirm, at least from personal experience.
During this time, up through Middle School, I had buckets of confidence (this will become important later). Got rejected? Move on, try to ask another. Poisoning the already-dry well further since I was too dumb to understand that concept at the time.
Middle School: The worst, as far as schooling went. Every girl rejected me (including the ugly ones) and what little affection I did get was paid for and given by girls who only wanted to use me. I was also bullied a lot by girls during this time because I had different interests. This is also where the most painful memory of my life sits.
Sub-Story: There was this girl I was really into, and she was actually into me as well. Her name was Jocelyn. We were kind of lovey dovey to each other, the annoying kind. Well, onve the class got wind that we were into each other... They bullied her. Not me, but HER, out of being with me. They all laughed and teased, forcing her to break it off right there. I was devastated, and still am almost 10 years later. But, it didn't stop there. She started dating my best friend at the time, Alejandro. I still never totally recovered from that, and it permanently changed my perceptions of women and dating, especially since it never stopped happening.
High School: This was when I started getting used for free meals, getting led on, and of course, constantly rejected, even by ugly girls with similar interests. I still remember I lashed out against a girl, Jackie, for rejecting me. I cursed her out, and still regret doing that. She left the school shortly after, so I never got the chance to apologize to her.
I transferred to a different school at grade 11, and got bullied by girls again.
After I dropped out, I went to work since I was almost 2 years worth of credits behind, and I wasn't going to give those kids more reasons to ignore/hate me. My first job was at a swimming academy. Women, everywhere, all wearing swimsuits, various body types. I couldn't stop myself from looking, both out of arousal and jealousy, knowing they had men they preferred. Guys, more athletic, taller, and better looking than me, all had girlfriends. I was the only person in there who was constantly depressed and going to therapy several times a month just to cope. I ended up slacking on purpose to get fired.
Job after that. Worked in a tire shop. One woman I really liked and could relate to. She was lesbian.
Side Stories: During the middle school era, I went to a library. Girl comes up, says she liked me, I got excited, then she turned around and said her boyfriend called her, so she wasn't interested anymore.
When I arrived at my first high school, there was a girl I liked who was into games. She was also lesbian.
I moved to a different city because I got into a fight with my abusive mother, just over two years ago. Turns out my Father likes to date abusive women (my parents are separated) and his girlfriend ended up being emotionally abusive to me, threatened me and my property, and effectively took my Dad away from me. She also has a daughter that disliked me for no apparent reason despite me being nice to her at the time.
She made me homeless, and I've been living in my car ever since April of this year.
Please tell me about how I just need to be confident. My confidence died in High School, and only got worse down the road. I can't even cope with video games anymore, so I just sit in my car all day half-heartedly looking for work, eating Japanese food, and pretending to care about self-improvement by learning Japanese.
生命は女の犬だね？

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I am relatively new to Farming Simulator and I am very new to mods. Once I discovered that the "downloadable content" button on the home screen was not just paid DLC but also free community mods I got a couple. I kept playing and expanding my farm and decided to follow the Clothing production route. I got sheep, a spinnery, and a tailor shop. The sheep work as expected there are no mods that should be effecting them. I have the production revamp mod and at one point I had a production point leasing mod (I have since removed it). The spinnery works as expected. My problem is with the tailor shop. The max wool storage was something like 2.1 million and whenever I started production it would auto fill to 33,000l of wool. After removing and adding mods I couldn't fix it. So I moved on to another mod that adds a clothing factory. It skips the spinnery step and outputs clothes from raw materials. But, I had the same issue. The max wool storage should be 100,000 but it changes to a really high number and auto fills even higher than the tailor shop(>100,000l of wool).
I went into the mod files to see if I could spot anything obvious and I couldn't see anything. I would really like to keep going with this save but I am afraid I broke it beyond repair. I have not tested other production as I don't have the means of doing so easily.
Does anyone have any experience with this glitch? Any ideas on how to fix it? I will also take ideas on how to google for answers. Whenever I try and search all I get are youtube videos on how to use tailor shops/ production buildings. (Maybe I'm not looking hard enough)
Thank you!