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This week we dig in to the new Absalom Station: Center of the Galaxy, the new loretastic Starfinder book.
https://solorunstudio.com/2026/07/19/starfinder-2e-absalom-station/
#Paizo #Starfinder2E #StarfinderSecondEdition #AbsalomStation #StarfinderAbsalom #StarstoneReactor #LittleAkiton #Bastion #EyesWideDetectives
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This week we dig in to the new Absalom Station: Center of the Galaxy, the new loretastic Starfinder book.
https://solorunstudio.com/2026/07/19/starfinder-2e-absalom-station/
#Paizo #Starfinder2E #StarfinderSecondEdition #AbsalomStation #StarfinderAbsalom #StarstoneReactor #LittleAkiton #Bastion #EyesWideDetectives
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This week we dig in to the new Absalom Station: Center of the Galaxy, the new loretastic Starfinder book.
https://solorunstudio.com/2026/07/19/starfinder-2e-absalom-station/
#Paizo #Starfinder2E #StarfinderSecondEdition #AbsalomStation #StarfinderAbsalom #StarstoneReactor #LittleAkiton #Bastion #EyesWideDetectives
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This week we dig in to the new Absalom Station: Center of the Galaxy, the new loretastic Starfinder book.
https://solorunstudio.com/2026/07/19/starfinder-2e-absalom-station/
#Paizo #Starfinder2E #StarfinderSecondEdition #AbsalomStation #StarfinderAbsalom #StarstoneReactor #LittleAkiton #Bastion #EyesWideDetectives
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Lord Danquedred of the #Bastion of Moans was the perfect #foil for Lady Larkmarie, a self-proclaimed #Spirit of Joy. Larkmarie wasn't actually all that joyful, what with her many medical anxieties ("Do you think I've exhaled too much today? How much do *you* exhale?") and her unpredictable rages ("WHY are there bees on my sunflowers? WHY??") But you only needed to stand her next to the silent, morose form of Lord Danquedred, and suddenly yes, she did seem quite joyful.
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Lord Danquedred of the #Bastion of Moans was the perfect #foil for Lady Larkmarie, a self-proclaimed #Spirit of Joy. Larkmarie wasn't actually all that joyful, what with her many medical anxieties ("Do you think I've exhaled too much today? How much do *you* exhale?") and her unpredictable rages ("WHY are there bees on my sunflowers? WHY??") But you only needed to stand her next to the silent, morose form of Lord Danquedred, and suddenly yes, she did seem quite joyful.
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Lord Danquedred of the #Bastion of Moans was the perfect #foil for Lady Larkmarie, a self-proclaimed #Spirit of Joy. Larkmarie wasn't actually all that joyful, what with her many medical anxieties ("Do you think I've exhaled too much today? How much do *you* exhale?") and her unpredictable rages ("WHY are there bees on my sunflowers? WHY??") But you only needed to stand her next to the silent, morose form of Lord Danquedred, and suddenly yes, she did seem quite joyful.
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Lord Danquedred of the #Bastion of Moans was the perfect #foil for Lady Larkmarie, a self-proclaimed #Spirit of Joy. Larkmarie wasn't actually all that joyful, what with her many medical anxieties ("Do you think I've exhaled too much today? How much do *you* exhale?") and her unpredictable rages ("WHY are there bees on my sunflowers? WHY??") But you only needed to stand her next to the silent, morose form of Lord Danquedred, and suddenly yes, she did seem quite joyful.
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Lord Danquedred of the #Bastion of Moans was the perfect #foil for Lady Larkmarie, a self-proclaimed #Spirit of Joy. Larkmarie wasn't actually all that joyful, what with her many medical anxieties ("Do you think I've exhaled too much today? How much do *you* exhale?") and her unpredictable rages ("WHY are there bees on my sunflowers? WHY??") But you only needed to stand her next to the silent, morose form of Lord Danquedred, and suddenly yes, she did seem quite joyful.
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Now, though, he stood there, a #bastion of strength, and I had no doubt that he'd gotten early access to one or another of the soon-to-be approved myogenic drugs.
Barely listened to the speaker extolling his virtues, my thoughts were focused on how I might get access to his pharmaceutical regimen. That would be a story worth writing.
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Now, though, he stood there, a #bastion of strength, and I had no doubt that he'd gotten early access to one or another of the soon-to-be approved myogenic drugs.
Barely listened to the speaker extolling his virtues, my thoughts were focused on how I might get access to his pharmaceutical regimen. That would be a story worth writing.
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Now, though, he stood there, a #bastion of strength, and I had no doubt that he'd gotten early access to one or another of the soon-to-be approved myogenic drugs.
Barely listened to the speaker extolling his virtues, my thoughts were focused on how I might get access to his pharmaceutical regimen. That would be a story worth writing.
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Now, though, he stood there, a #bastion of strength, and I had no doubt that he'd gotten early access to one or another of the soon-to-be approved myogenic drugs.
Barely listened to the speaker extolling his virtues, my thoughts were focused on how I might get access to his pharmaceutical regimen. That would be a story worth writing.
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Now, though, he stood there, a #bastion of strength, and I had no doubt that he'd gotten early access to one or another of the soon-to-be approved myogenic drugs.
Barely listened to the speaker extolling his virtues, my thoughts were focused on how I might get access to his pharmaceutical regimen. That would be a story worth writing.
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#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch
Okiku Part II (Airisu POV): Post 51
#Wss366 bastion #TimeTravelAuthors WhateverThe street I saw outside the basket was busy with vendors setting out their goods. People stared at Sumika and whispered to each other. I bet they’d be talking about the fine lady who wandered into town unaccompanied for months.
The scene swayed as Mistress hurried along, and before long I felt seasick. Ugh, I closed my eyes and huddled in misery—“idiotic large-bills, stupid mistress.”
“Here it is,” I heard her say. I hoped she meant we had reached the shrine.
There was the splash of water and the sound of Sumika cleaning her mouth. Thank goodness! We’d arrived at Inari Ōkami’s shrine, and I was still in one piece. I knew what would follow but still wasn’t expecting the violent jerk as she clapped her hands and then rang the bell.
This had been a dumb idea! I should have flown ahead. I could have avoided the clumsy, large-billed crows.
The basket swayed again, and I heard the crunch of gravel underfoot. Finally, we stopped, and the basket settled on the ground.
“You can come out now. We’re in the shrine,” Mistress said.
“Yeah, I know,” I muttered.
I flew out as soon as her sleeve left the top of the basket. “You pigeon…” I began to say, but then shut my beak. I could feel the sacred energy around us, snaking like a thin white mist through the shrine precinct. Facing us was a robed priest. This was no place to draw attention to myself. Instead, I smoothed my rumpled feathers, trying to look inconspicuous.
While I made myself presentable, Sumika bowed and said, “Kannushi-sama, Seirei-tsukai sent us. Please forgive our sudden appearance.”
Since she had things under control, I looked around. The precinct was typical of a Shinto shrine. The kitsune statues with their red bibs, the worship hall’s vermilion banners, and the offertory box all proclaimed Inari’s presence. White mist seeped from the sanctuary and rolled over the box. It swirled in the air, forming halos around the priest and the statues.
In alarm, the words “Jungle crows!” almost escaped me. Were they hiding nearby, spying on us?
I looked around. Above the morning sky arched, bright with the newborn sun. Small clouds drifted across it, but no large-billed crows. Behind me stood a line of scarlet Torii gates, and towering above it all was Lord Aoyama’s #bastion: Himeji Castle, home of Osakabe-hime.
Ack! Those sneaky offspring of a mangy scarecrow were circling the snowy-white citadel.
#TootFic #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #TimeTravel #Serial #SlowBurn #Sapphic #Folklore
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#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch
Okiku Part II (Airisu POV): Post 51
#Wss366 bastion #TimeTravelAuthors WhateverThe street I saw outside the basket was busy with vendors setting out their goods. People stared at Sumika and whispered to each other. I bet they’d be talking about the fine lady who wandered into town unaccompanied for months.
The scene swayed as Mistress hurried along, and before long I felt seasick. Ugh, I closed my eyes and huddled in misery—“idiotic large-bills, stupid mistress.”
“Here it is,” I heard her say. I hoped she meant we had reached the shrine.
There was the splash of water and the sound of Sumika cleaning her mouth. Thank goodness! We’d arrived at Inari Ōkami’s shrine, and I was still in one piece. I knew what would follow but still wasn’t expecting the violent jerk as she clapped her hands and then rang the bell.
This had been a dumb idea! I should have flown ahead. I could have avoided the clumsy, large-billed crows.
The basket swayed again, and I heard the crunch of gravel underfoot. Finally, we stopped, and the basket settled on the ground.
“You can come out now. We’re in the shrine,” Mistress said.
“Yeah, I know,” I muttered.
I flew out as soon as her sleeve left the top of the basket. “You pigeon…” I began to say, but then shut my beak. I could feel the sacred energy around us, snaking like a thin white mist through the shrine precinct. Facing us was a robed priest. This was no place to draw attention to myself. Instead, I smoothed my rumpled feathers, trying to look inconspicuous.
While I made myself presentable, Sumika bowed and said, “Kannushi-sama, Seirei-tsukai sent us. Please forgive our sudden appearance.”
Since she had things under control, I looked around. The precinct was typical of a Shinto shrine. The kitsune statues with their red bibs, the worship hall’s vermilion banners, and the offertory box all proclaimed Inari’s presence. White mist seeped from the sanctuary and rolled over the box. It swirled in the air, forming halos around the priest and the statues.
In alarm, the words “Jungle crows!” almost escaped me. Were they hiding nearby, spying on us?
I looked around. Above the morning sky arched, bright with the newborn sun. Small clouds drifted across it, but no large-billed crows. Behind me stood a line of scarlet Torii gates, and towering above it all was Lord Aoyama’s #bastion: Himeji Castle, home of Osakabe-hime.
Ack! Those sneaky offspring of a mangy scarecrow were circling the snowy-white citadel.
#TootFic #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #TimeTravel #Serial #SlowBurn #Sapphic #Folklore
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#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch
Okiku Part II (Airisu POV): Post 51
#Wss366 bastion #TimeTravelAuthors WhateverThe street I saw outside the basket was busy with vendors setting out their goods. People stared at Sumika and whispered to each other. I bet they’d be talking about the fine lady who wandered into town unaccompanied for months.
The scene swayed as Mistress hurried along, and before long I felt seasick. Ugh, I closed my eyes and huddled in misery—“idiotic large-bills, stupid mistress.”
“Here it is,” I heard her say. I hoped she meant we had reached the shrine.
There was the splash of water and the sound of Sumika cleaning her mouth. Thank goodness! We’d arrived at Inari Ōkami’s shrine, and I was still in one piece. I knew what would follow but still wasn’t expecting the violent jerk as she clapped her hands and then rang the bell.
This had been a dumb idea! I should have flown ahead. I could have avoided the clumsy, large-billed crows.
The basket swayed again, and I heard the crunch of gravel underfoot. Finally, we stopped, and the basket settled on the ground.
“You can come out now. We’re in the shrine,” Mistress said.
“Yeah, I know,” I muttered.
I flew out as soon as her sleeve left the top of the basket. “You pigeon…” I began to say, but then shut my beak. I could feel the sacred energy around us, snaking like a thin white mist through the shrine precinct. Facing us was a robed priest. This was no place to draw attention to myself. Instead, I smoothed my rumpled feathers, trying to look inconspicuous.
While I made myself presentable, Sumika bowed and said, “Kannushi-sama, Seirei-tsukai sent us. Please forgive our sudden appearance.”
Since she had things under control, I looked around. The precinct was typical of a Shinto shrine. The kitsune statues with their red bibs, the worship hall’s vermilion banners, and the offertory box all proclaimed Inari’s presence. White mist seeped from the sanctuary and rolled over the box. It swirled in the air, forming halos around the priest and the statues.
In alarm, the words “Jungle crows!” almost escaped me. Were they hiding nearby, spying on us?
I looked around. Above the morning sky arched, bright with the newborn sun. Small clouds drifted across it, but no large-billed crows. Behind me stood a line of scarlet Torii gates, and towering above it all was Lord Aoyama’s #bastion: Himeji Castle, home of Osakabe-hime.
Ack! Those sneaky offspring of a mangy scarecrow were circling the snowy-white citadel.
#TootFic #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #TimeTravel #Serial #SlowBurn #Sapphic #Folklore
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#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch
Okiku Part II (Airisu POV): Post 51
#Wss366 bastion #TimeTravelAuthors WhateverThe street I saw outside the basket was busy with vendors setting out their goods. People stared at Sumika and whispered to each other. I bet they’d be talking about the fine lady who wandered into town unaccompanied for months.
The scene swayed as Mistress hurried along, and before long I felt seasick. Ugh, I closed my eyes and huddled in misery—“idiotic large-bills, stupid mistress.”
“Here it is,” I heard her say. I hoped she meant we had reached the shrine.
There was the splash of water and the sound of Sumika cleaning her mouth. Thank goodness! We’d arrived at Inari Ōkami’s shrine, and I was still in one piece. I knew what would follow but still wasn’t expecting the violent jerk as she clapped her hands and then rang the bell.
This had been a dumb idea! I should have flown ahead. I could have avoided the clumsy, large-billed crows.
The basket swayed again, and I heard the crunch of gravel underfoot. Finally, we stopped, and the basket settled on the ground.
“You can come out now. We’re in the shrine,” Mistress said.
“Yeah, I know,” I muttered.
I flew out as soon as her sleeve left the top of the basket. “You pigeon…” I began to say, but then shut my beak. I could feel the sacred energy around us, snaking like a thin white mist through the shrine precinct. Facing us was a robed priest. This was no place to draw attention to myself. Instead, I smoothed my rumpled feathers, trying to look inconspicuous.
While I made myself presentable, Sumika bowed and said, “Kannushi-sama, Seirei-tsukai sent us. Please forgive our sudden appearance.”
Since she had things under control, I looked around. The precinct was typical of a Shinto shrine. The kitsune statues with their red bibs, the worship hall’s vermilion banners, and the offertory box all proclaimed Inari’s presence. White mist seeped from the sanctuary and rolled over the box. It swirled in the air, forming halos around the priest and the statues.
In alarm, the words “Jungle crows!” almost escaped me. Were they hiding nearby, spying on us?
I looked around. Above the morning sky arched, bright with the newborn sun. Small clouds drifted across it, but no large-billed crows. Behind me stood a line of scarlet Torii gates, and towering above it all was Lord Aoyama’s #bastion: Himeji Castle, home of Osakabe-hime.
Ack! Those sneaky offspring of a mangy scarecrow were circling the snowy-white citadel.
#TootFic #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #TimeTravel #Serial #SlowBurn #Sapphic #Folklore
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#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch
Okiku Part II (Airisu POV): Post 51
#Wss366 bastion #TimeTravelAuthors WhateverThe street I saw outside the basket was busy with vendors setting out their goods. People stared at Sumika and whispered to each other. I bet they’d be talking about the fine lady who wandered into town unaccompanied for months.
The scene swayed as Mistress hurried along, and before long I felt seasick. Ugh, I closed my eyes and huddled in misery—“idiotic large-bills, stupid mistress.”
“Here it is,” I heard her say. I hoped she meant we had reached the shrine.
There was the splash of water and the sound of Sumika cleaning her mouth. Thank goodness! We’d arrived at Inari Ōkami’s shrine, and I was still in one piece. I knew what would follow but still wasn’t expecting the violent jerk as she clapped her hands and then rang the bell.
This had been a dumb idea! I should have flown ahead. I could have avoided the clumsy, large-billed crows.
The basket swayed again, and I heard the crunch of gravel underfoot. Finally, we stopped, and the basket settled on the ground.
“You can come out now. We’re in the shrine,” Mistress said.
“Yeah, I know,” I muttered.
I flew out as soon as her sleeve left the top of the basket. “You pigeon…” I began to say, but then shut my beak. I could feel the sacred energy around us, snaking like a thin white mist through the shrine precinct. Facing us was a robed priest. This was no place to draw attention to myself. Instead, I smoothed my rumpled feathers, trying to look inconspicuous.
While I made myself presentable, Sumika bowed and said, “Kannushi-sama, Seirei-tsukai sent us. Please forgive our sudden appearance.”
Since she had things under control, I looked around. The precinct was typical of a Shinto shrine. The kitsune statues with their red bibs, the worship hall’s vermilion banners, and the offertory box all proclaimed Inari’s presence. White mist seeped from the sanctuary and rolled over the box. It swirled in the air, forming halos around the priest and the statues.
In alarm, the words “Jungle crows!” almost escaped me. Were they hiding nearby, spying on us?
I looked around. Above the morning sky arched, bright with the newborn sun. Small clouds drifted across it, but no large-billed crows. Behind me stood a line of scarlet Torii gates, and towering above it all was Lord Aoyama’s #bastion: Himeji Castle, home of Osakabe-hime.
Ack! Those sneaky offspring of a mangy scarecrow were circling the snowy-white citadel.
#TootFic #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #TimeTravel #Serial #SlowBurn #Sapphic #Folklore
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The Captain of the Holy Order of Knights gave the Hero a tour of the city's defenses. They walked along the curtain wall as he pointed out the fortifications.
"There are towers at the corners and, in the middle, we have constructed bastions."
"Is this one?" asked the Hero.
The Captain indicated that it was.
"Is this the 'last #bastion'?"
"It could be," the Captain said. "But it could also be the first bastion. It depends on which way the enemy attacks from."
"Good point!" the Hero said. #wss366 -
The Captain of the Holy Order of Knights gave the Hero a tour of the city's defenses. They walked along the curtain wall as he pointed out the fortifications.
"There are towers at the corners and, in the middle, we have constructed bastions."
"Is this one?" asked the Hero.
The Captain indicated that it was.
"Is this the 'last #bastion'?"
"It could be," the Captain said. "But it could also be the first bastion. It depends on which way the enemy attacks from."
"Good point!" the Hero said. #wss366 -
The Captain of the Holy Order of Knights gave the Hero a tour of the city's defenses. They walked along the curtain wall as he pointed out the fortifications.
"There are towers at the corners and, in the middle, we have constructed bastions."
"Is this one?" asked the Hero.
The Captain indicated that it was.
"Is this the 'last #bastion'?"
"It could be," the Captain said. "But it could also be the first bastion. It depends on which way the enemy attacks from."
"Good point!" the Hero said. #wss366 -
The Captain of the Holy Order of Knights gave the Hero a tour of the city's defenses. They walked along the curtain wall as he pointed out the fortifications.
"There are towers at the corners and, in the middle, we have constructed bastions."
"Is this one?" asked the Hero.
The Captain indicated that it was.
"Is this the 'last #bastion'?"
"It could be," the Captain said. "But it could also be the first bastion. It depends on which way the enemy attacks from."
"Good point!" the Hero said. #wss366 -
The Captain of the Holy Order of Knights gave the Hero a tour of the city's defenses. They walked along the curtain wall as he pointed out the fortifications.
"There are towers at the corners and, in the middle, we have constructed bastions."
"Is this one?" asked the Hero.
The Captain indicated that it was.
"Is this the 'last #bastion'?"
"It could be," the Captain said. "But it could also be the first bastion. It depends on which way the enemy attacks from."
"Good point!" the Hero said. #wss366 -
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listening to the same familiar album on repeat is the only way i can listen to music these days
(burnout sucks)
(overwhelm sucks)
now listening to the Bastion OST <3 https://supergiantgames.bandcamp.com/album/bastion-original-soundtrack/ Darren Korb makes such gorgeous music
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listening to the same familiar album on repeat is the only way i can listen to music these days
(burnout sucks)
(overwhelm sucks)
now listening to the Bastion OST <3 https://supergiantgames.bandcamp.com/album/bastion-original-soundtrack/ Darren Korb makes such gorgeous music
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listening to the same familiar album on repeat is the only way i can listen to music these days
(burnout sucks)
(overwhelm sucks)
now listening to the Bastion OST <3 https://supergiantgames.bandcamp.com/album/bastion-original-soundtrack/ Darren Korb makes such gorgeous music
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listening to the same familiar album on repeat is the only way i can listen to music these days
(burnout sucks)
(overwhelm sucks)
now listening to the Bastion OST <3 https://supergiantgames.bandcamp.com/album/bastion-original-soundtrack/ Darren Korb makes such gorgeous music
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listening to the same familiar album on repeat is the only way i can listen to music these days
(burnout sucks)
(overwhelm sucks)
now listening to the Bastion OST <3 https://supergiantgames.bandcamp.com/album/bastion-original-soundtrack/ Darren Korb makes such gorgeous music
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Notre journaliste Julie-Anne Perreault vous emmène visiter les coulisses du Bastion, un centre qui offre des services aux personnes marginalisées ou désaffiliées, vivant des enjeux de dépendance, d’itinérance ou de santé mentale.
https://ckiafm.org/article/dans-les-coulisses-le-bastion-ouvre-enfin-ses-portes
#CapitaleNationale #VilleDeQuébec
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Notre journaliste Julie-Anne Perreault vous emmène visiter les coulisses du Bastion, un centre qui offre des services aux personnes marginalisées ou désaffiliées, vivant des enjeux de dépendance, d’itinérance ou de santé mentale.
https://ckiafm.org/article/dans-les-coulisses-le-bastion-ouvre-enfin-ses-portes
#CapitaleNationale #VilleDeQuébec
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Notre journaliste Julie-Anne Perreault vous emmène visiter les coulisses du Bastion, un centre qui offre des services aux personnes marginalisées ou désaffiliées, vivant des enjeux de dépendance, d’itinérance ou de santé mentale.
https://ckiafm.org/article/dans-les-coulisses-le-bastion-ouvre-enfin-ses-portes
#CapitaleNationale #VilleDeQuébec
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https://www.europesays.com/pl/487250/ Serwerownia w kontenerze. Polska firma kosmiczna CloudFerro wysyła chmurę na front #bastion #BezpieczeństwoCyfrowe #ChmuraObliczeniowa #CloudFerro #drony #EdgeComputing #ESA #PL #Poland #Polish #Polska #Polski #SiłyZbrojneRP #SztucznaInteligencjaWWojsku #TechnologieWojskowe
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🇦🇲 ¡Desfile histórico en Ereván! Armenia muestra al mundo su nuevo arsenal militar importado de siete países diferentes. 🛑 Nikol Pashinyan lo confirma: la geografía militar cambió tras el 2022 y el país ya no depende únicamente de las armas de Rusia. #aerodynamics #akash #armenia #bastion #china #DesfileMilitar #ereván #EstadosUnidos #francia #HovhannesVardanyan #india #InteligenciaArtificial #irán #LeonidNersisyan #LevonHovhannisyan #meghu_5 https://soyarmenio.com/armenia-desfile-arsenal-militar-tecnologico/
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🇦🇲 ¡Desfile histórico en Ereván! Armenia muestra al mundo su nuevo arsenal militar importado de siete países diferentes. 🛑 Nikol Pashinyan lo confirma: la geografía militar cambió tras el 2022 y el país ya no depende únicamente de las armas de Rusia. #aerodynamics #akash #armenia #bastion #china #DesfileMilitar #ereván #EstadosUnidos #francia #HovhannesVardanyan #india #InteligenciaArtificial #irán #LeonidNersisyan #LevonHovhannisyan #meghu_5 https://soyarmenio.com/armenia-desfile-arsenal-militar-tecnologico/
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🇦🇲 ¡Desfile histórico en Ereván! Armenia muestra al mundo su nuevo arsenal militar importado de siete países diferentes. 🛑 Nikol Pashinyan lo confirma: la geografía militar cambió tras el 2022 y el país ya no depende únicamente de las armas de Rusia. #aerodynamics #akash #armenia #bastion #china #DesfileMilitar #ereván #EstadosUnidos #francia #HovhannesVardanyan #india #InteligenciaArtificial #irán #LeonidNersisyan #LevonHovhannisyan #meghu_5 https://soyarmenio.com/armenia-desfile-arsenal-militar-tecnologico/
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🇦🇲 ¡Desfile histórico en Ereván! Armenia muestra al mundo su nuevo arsenal militar importado de siete países diferentes. 🛑 Nikol Pashinyan lo confirma: la geografía militar cambió tras el 2022 y el país ya no depende únicamente de las armas de Rusia. #aerodynamics #akash #armenia #bastion #china #DesfileMilitar #ereván #EstadosUnidos #francia #HovhannesVardanyan #india #InteligenciaArtificial #irán #LeonidNersisyan #LevonHovhannisyan #meghu_5 https://soyarmenio.com/armenia-desfile-arsenal-militar-tecnologico/
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France pushes Russia out of Armenia
WIADOMOŚCI KOMENTARZ ANALIZA Armenia has received its first French CAESAR artillery systems, and this is not only a…
#France #FR #Europe #EU #155mm #Africa #Akash #armenia #Arquus #ATAGS #Azerbaijan #Bastion #Caesar #caucasus #emmanuelmacron #GM200 #Kazakhstan #Mistral3 #Mongolia #NagornoKarabakh #Pinaka #Russia #Safran #SouthCaucasus #Ukraine #Uzbekistan
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This week, a dive into the lore behind the Pact Worlds ambassadors, spies, and law enforcement - The Stewards
https://solorunstudio.com/2026/04/19/starfinder-2e-the-stewards/
#Paizo #Starfinder2E #StarfinderSecondEdition #Stewards #TheStewards #Bastion #PeaceWatch #TheDraws #ConclaveOfLegates #Cedona
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This week, a dive into the lore behind the Pact Worlds ambassadors, spies, and law enforcement - The Stewards
https://solorunstudio.com/2026/04/19/starfinder-2e-the-stewards/
#Paizo #Starfinder2E #StarfinderSecondEdition #Stewards #TheStewards #Bastion #PeaceWatch #TheDraws #ConclaveOfLegates #Cedona
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This week, a dive into the lore behind the Pact Worlds ambassadors, spies, and law enforcement - The Stewards
https://solorunstudio.com/2026/04/19/starfinder-2e-the-stewards/
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