I have a 2012 Impreza Hatchback and noticed the other day that this part in the wheel well is bent. It's in the front of the rear passenger (right) side wheel well. Should I be worried? This is the driver (left) side. Also does anyone know what the part number is? I was trying to find it in the diagrams but couldn't find it

“Hey Raz, I got one!” Raz’s voice was cut by static as he called back, “Great! …at quarry …die.” Well, that wasn’t ominous at all, I thought to myself as I adjusted the rear-view mirror to check on the operator I had just blown past. They were doubled over coughing, their gas mask swayed side to side on the ground next to their feet. I don’t know what compelled me to not flatten what I had thought to be an AQ soldier, but I’m glad I didn’t.
I slammed my hummer in reverse, coming to a stop next to the helpless operator. “Hop in bud, we can get you to final exfill yet.” He slowly hauled himself into the bed of my hummer, landing with a dull thud and a groan as he fell onto his back. We cleared the gas, and I was immediately put on edge as my passenger started to gain consciousness. If he was planning anything nefarious, there wasn’t much I could do about it now. “You good back there? Normally I’d stop to send an invite but given the situation that might have just caused more problems.” He leaned through the non-existent rear window, “Nah, I understand man. When we get further from the gas we can stop and squad up. Don’t need to risk lighting each other up if things get hot at the exfill.” I couldn’t help but chuckle, “I don’t think that would be much of an issue regardless. Hey, we didn’t leave any of your friends back there, did we? I know we peeled out pretty quick.” I saw him shake his head and point to our left in the rear-view mirror. “We got split up, but they were running for a car, so I wasn’t too worried.” I followed his finger, a white hatchback cruised along parallel to us, swerving through buildings trying not to eat too many AQ bullets. “Hey boys, Dutch here is gonna roll with us to final. We’ll squad up when we get there.” I was barely able to make out one of his squad mates call out “Tight!” over his earpiece.
“Hey, listen, I’ve got friend I’m rolling with. His name’s Raz, he’s gonna meet us at final. If you see a red, white, and blue LTV, don’t shoot alright.” Raz chimed in, his radio finally clear of the static, “That’s very kind of you to tell them not to shoot me Dutch.” Before I could respond, a black turreted LTV slid out of Said City ahead of us. “Is that your boy Dutch?” I wanted to give my passenger the benefit of the doubt, it is windy in the box after all, he might not have heard me. “Nah man, wrong colour, and he didn’t have a turreted LTV last I saw.” The black LTV continued North along the main road as we cut away into the quarry proper. “Raz, company is headed your way. Looks like it’s just a solo in that truck but you can never be too careful.” “Thanks for the heads up Dutch.”
I rolled to a stop at the base of the helicopter ramp, gently flattening a couple of AQ who were getting a little to close to the bird for comfort, just shy of the battery running dry. The other two operators in the hatchback slid to a stop just down the hill from us. I got out of the hummer, a tad worried that my good fortune was about to come to an end at the hands of these fellas. As they ran up the hill, the notification finally popped. I accepted and ran down the hill to grab the hatchback, breathing a sigh of relief. “Wait, where you goin’ Dutch?” One of my clients called out. “Raz and I will run interference while we wait for the chopper to take off. Any AQ or unfriendly operators are gonna have to go through us.” “You keep talking about this Raz guy, but I’ve yet to see anyone other than that black LTV.” Almost on queue, a black LTV flew up the hill narrowly missing my hatchback. My clients went into a frenzy. “Operators pushing us! Take ‘em down!” The LTV spun in the sand in front of me, a glorious and perfectly oiled moustache glinting in the Al Mazrah sun. “Hold your fire! It’s Raz!” I called from below my clients. I sent an invite to him which he had hopped out and accepted faster than any of these guys could pull the trigger. “You see the operator that was in that earlier?” Raz shook his head, “No, I pulled up on it and they were gone. Must be out on foot somewhere.”
With 5 seconds left on the clock, there wasn’t enough time to go find them, our clients now panicking as they realized we weren’t on the bird. “What are you two doing?!” They shouted from the air as we waved goodbye. “Al Mazrah is our home gentlemen. That bird was never meant for us.” I gave Raz a pat on the shoulder as the gas rapidly approached, another successful day had come to a close.
The clack of a Kastov charging handle was almost unmistakable. We both turned to see the operator from the LTV standing there, rifle honed on us. “Well shit.” Their rifle dropped towards the dirt as they looked back over their shoulder at the nearly out of sight exfill chopper. They pushed through us, wandering towards the North side of the quarry. Raz and I locked eyes, shrugging in unison. That was one of those moments where we really wouldn’t have blamed them for their decision, whatever it might have been. “We better get back to HQ, Compton said I.T dropped off something for you.” Raz said as the gas engulfed us.
“I’m going back to the island boss.” My hands were shaking as I gripped the file folder that I.T had left for me. “Twitch.” “He’s back, it took him a bit, but he’s managed to re-take the castle and hunker down since we last saw him. And if he’s back then we might finally be able to get some proper intel on those blue tracers, direct from the source.” I handed the folder to Raz. He took it, turning to no doubt address the rest of the crew. I grabbed his shoulder, stopping him before he could speak. “Not everybody, not this time. They’ve doubled the defences; we’d be walking into a slaughterhouse.” “Well, you can’t go in there alone, we look out for our own Dutch, you know that.” Raz’s brow tightened, I could tell he was already trying to figure out what my plan was. “I’m bringing Maze and Alex. They’ll provide sniper cover while I infiltrate the castle. I still have my old uniform. As long as they haven’t drastically changed up their callsigns, I should be able to get in undetected.” I could tell Raz wasn’t convinced. “Dutch, like you said, you’d be walking into a slaughterhouse. How does you going in solo make that any better.” “After what happened in the complex…I’m not putting anyone else at risk, I can’t. The Bomb Maker…Twitch, I’ve gotta face him myself. Look him in the eyes so he knows I crawled out of Hell to drag him back down there.” “Alright, I couldn’t really stop you if I wanted to, could I?” Raz shrugged. “No, not unless you shot me, and honestly, I’d take those odds.” I punched his shoulder and started heading for the breakroom to grab Maze and Alex. “You keep that up I’ll be moving you back out to that sea can of yours.” Raz smirked.
The locks took a bit of fighting to get open. While this footlocker had only been on Ashika Island for a few months, the constant spray of salt water had worn away what little integrity it once had. The black uniform, emblazoned with the Rook and Spade of Shadow Company, was still in excellent condition, save for a bullet hole just under where the plate carrier would sit. I paused for a moment, holding it up in the air, memories of the past flooding in. “Not a lot of fond memories in that uniform I take it.” Maze called out from the catwalk in our home away from home. “I think part of the problem is that there are good memories. It’s a little concerning that such fond memories can hide out amongst so much evil.” “We’ve all done things we aren’t proud of. Some of us just did things other people also wouldn’t be proud of either.” Alex chuckled to himself as he cleaned his rifle on the cot next to me. I grimaced, mostly because he was right. I slipped into the old black fatigues and strapped on my old plate carrier. My weapons were all still intact too, I pulled my Taq-56 out of the footlocker, running my fingers over the engraving in the side, ROOK-XLIV. I cycled the charging handle a few times before loading in a fresh magazine and setting it on the cot next to me. I pulled out a pistol belt, two pearl handled revolvers, one with an ebony Rook on the grip, the other, an ebony Spade. Umbra Catavae engraved along each barrel. Maze had come down from the rafters now, a look of mixed intrigue and concern on her face, “I take it those don’t invoke fond memories.” I had done a poor job of hiding my look of disgust. “No, unfortunately they do.” I felt a wave of guilt wash over me. “Each of these was given to me for completing outstanding performance in the field. I did things I’m not proud of, and I was rewarded for it, handsomely. Holding these in my hands, I feel the same pride I had felt when they were first handed to me. It makes me sick.” I strapped the belt around my waist. The pearl handles shining against my all black silhouette. Alex piped up again, “Hey, at least you are trying to make amends for your sins, not many can say the same.” I let out a long sigh, “I suppose you’re right. You both remember the plan?” “Get to the radio towers and start lighting the place up when shit inevitably hits the fan.” Maze grinned. “Close enough.” I pulled my balaclava up and headed for the door.
The guard at the gate didn’t immediately shoot me which gave me some spark of hope that this might work. “In position!” Alex and Maze called out almost simultaneously. “Jinx, you owe me a beer!” Maze rejoiced. “What? Why would I give you a beer for that?” Alex sounded genuinely confused. “Hey, cut the chatter you two, don’t need to give them any reason to not let me in alright.” The guard held up his hand. “I don’t recognize you, let’s see your I.D.” I held up my old I.D card. “Well I’ll be damned, look who crawled out if his grave.” He pulled my mask down to confirm. “You look pretty good for a corpse, though your I.D card is out of regulation. You might want to stop by the I.T guy to get a new one made.” “Thanks, I’ll head right over.” The first thought that came to my mind was Bob. There’s no way he still worked for these assholes, is there.
“You used your old I.D?! You mad man!” Maze cackled over the radio. “Ok, I’ll admit, this wasn’t my greatest plan. I honestly thought they’d just capture me after seeing who I was.” Alex cut me off, “Go with the flow I suppose.” “Spade-499 up one-two.” The local radio channel began to drown out my squad’s comms. “Rook-3468 down one-one” “This is some odd radio traffic Dutch.” Alex quipped. I watched as a Shadow Company mercenary approached a stairwell, each step primed and ready to pop a leg off whichever unfortunate soul chose to ascend. “Spade-5454 up one-two.” “It’s how they know to deactivate the traps.” I whispered into our secure line. I approached the same stairwell. “Rook-44 up one-two.” I could hear the traps audibly click off. The guard at the to put his hand out as I reached the top step. “Sorry, no ghosts allowed on the second floor.” “Ghost? What…” He bent over laughing. “I’m just messing with you man. They said you died holding off the ULF while Bob and Twitch escaped, going out in a blaze of glory. Clearly, they didn’t have their facts straight. Glad to have you back.” I’m glad I had the balaclava on because I was struggling to hide my confusion. Last I checked I was the scape goat for the largest backstab in Shadow Company history, not a hero. I was never a hero when I worked for them. “I take it you are going to see the boss, call up two-zero, we don’t want people to be just guess on the fly, just in case someone tries to sneak in.” If only he knew.
“We don’t have eyes up there Dutch. Whatever happens, you’re on your own.” I could hear a tinge of worry in Alex’s voice. “Just make sure whoever is in here doesn’t get reinforcements.” “You got it!” Alex and Maze both called out in unison. “Jinx, you owe me another beer.” “There’s free beer at headquarters, why would I owe you a beer for that.” Alex called back clearly still confused. “Radio silence please. I’ve got a rat to kill.” I took a deep breath, pulling my Bryson from its sheath, the chrome exterior brushed over with a dull grey to blend in. “Rook-44 up two-zero.”
“Well, well, well. I was wondering when I’d see you again after our last encounter. Urzikstan and Al Mazrah clearly hadn’t kicked your ass enough so you decided to come crawling back to me for another round.” The traps clicked off. “Come on up, I’ve been looking forward to this.” I slowly ascended, keeping my Bryson trained at the top of the stairs, my eyes scanning each stair for an actual trap. As I crested the stairwell, my eyes were immediately drawn to him. His back turned to me, Trophy Systems whirring and clicking around him. “I missed you Dutch. Well, the old you. The one that would shoot through a hostage just to prove a point, the one that would dangle captives from buildings by their collar until they squawked like a bird, and then still dropped them anyways. I miss the Dutch that smoked Keller because his gas mask worked and yours didn’t when we those crazy Russian’s tried to hit us with mustard gas. I still get a little nauseous when I think about you peeling his face out of there.” “I’ve changed Twitch, I’ve moved past all that. I found a calling that doesn’t require me to be a conniving bastard.” Twitch laughed as he turned around, his hands empty. I kept my Bryson trained on him. “That’s what you think I am huh? I prefer shrewd businessman, but if that’s what helps you sleep at night.” He walked to one of the barred windows. “You really think what you and those taxi driving hooligans are doing matters?” “Clearly it does, or you and the Chemist wouldn’t be working so hard to sabotage us.” I took a few steps towards him. “Well, I suppose it matters to one of us. The Chemist and Raz go way back, but you know that. What I care about is the money, and I get a lot of money for helping that crazy bastard try to wipe out your little band of Merry Men.” “And Women. This guy just loves the sound of his own voice. Can I remove his head already? He’s looking right at me, practically begging me to pull the trigger.” I could hear the contempt in Maze’s voice. Twitch always did love a monologue. “You can still fix your mistakes Twitch. Gives us what info you have on those tracers of yours and I might consider not killing you.” I snarled. “When you went soft Dutch, you lost any respect I might have had for you. We are long past the point where you can intimidate me. Besides, any info I did have, is with the Chemist. He paid a handsome sum to get the formula, and really, it was becoming a logistical nightmare to ship enough of those little blue gems across the sea. Better for everyone to have it made close to the front lines.”
“Spade-101 up two-zero.” Bob’s voice cut through the tension. “Well I’ll be, it looks like we are gonna have a little family reunion.” Bob’s head poked up the stairs, “Hey boss, another server bank has shorted out from the sea air, I told you we should invest in better waterproofing the housings but if you still…” He trailed off as I dropped my Bryson, the sling catching it just before it hit the ground, and drawing my two revolvers. “Oh, hey Dutch. Nice to see you too.” Bob stammered. I cocked the hammer on each one, keeping one trained on each of my old squad mates. “Really Bob? Really! I understand you sticking around the day of the heist. But now? After everything that Shadow Company has done to these countries. To its own people.” Before he could respond, a siren blared over the intercom system. “Defensive positions! Hostile operators have breached the perimeter.” “Dutch you’ve got six operators approaching the castle, I think it’s time to bounce.” Maze was drowned out by her own gun fire, her Signal .50 raining death into the courtyard. “Looks like our time is up here Dutch. Since you clearly don’t have los cojones to pull the trigger, you might as well see yourself out, and let me and my men handle this.”
“Fuck it.” The hammer of the first revolver slammed down, dropping Bob instantly. I turned to face Twitch, his face a mix of surprise and pride. “Maybe I was wrong, the old Dutch still lives.” I charged forward, tackling him through the window and off the roof. Both of us lay on the ground, groaning as the chorus of gunfire roared around us. He dove for one of my pistols, but unfortunately for him, I had managed to hold on to the other, putting a round through his arm just before he could grab the gun. He rolled out of the way of the second round, bringing his one working hand up to the radio on his chest. The explosion from the castle threw both of us across the courtyard, debris raining down around us. I felt like I was reliving one of the worst days of my life all over again. I hauled myself to my feet, Shadow Company mercenaries and operators wandered aimlessly through the ashes. Everyone seemed too disoriented to fight. “I think it’s time to leave Dutch.” “I second that.” Maze and Alex were barely audible over the ringing in my ears. “Regroup at the boat. If I’m not there in 5, go without me.” I never heard a response, even if they tried, they wouldn’t have convinced me to leave, not with him still breathing.
I combed through the smoke and fire, carefully checking every nook and cranny I came across but the slippery rat was nowhere to be seen. “Looks like you 3 aren’t thick as thieves after all, eh Dutch. Poor Alex here was left all alone on the beach, no boat to be seen.” Twitch was sucking in air between words, no doubt kept standing by adrenaline. “You lay a finger on him, and I’ll make you wish you had died in that explosion.” I spat into my mic. “Don’t make me wait too long.”
I limped over a hill towards the beach where we were supposed to regroup. “Alex! Where’s Maze?” I called out as I stumbled down the sand bank. Alex didn’t respond, his head held in a tight headlock by Twitch, my second pistol against his temple. “She abandoned you both, and now I get the pleasure of killing you both after yet another betrayal. When will you learn Dutch. This world is a cruel place. Only the strong survive, clearly Maze knew that.” Twitch cut me off before I could retort. “Save the fight me with honour B.S that I know you are gonna spew.” I’m gonna kill you and your buddy and salvage what little I can of this operation. Then maybe retire to Cuba. I do love a good cigar.” “Adios, pendejo!” Alex brought his arm down, the knife concealed in his hand connecting with Twitch’s thigh. Twitch let out a high-pitched yelp, letting loose a round from the revolver which narrowly grazed Alex’s hair. Alex dove into the sand right as Twitch’s shoulder exploded in a pink mist followed shortly by the unmistakable crack of Maze’s Signal .50. I squinted trying to see where the shot came from, all I caught was the glint from her scope in the sun, the boat hardly visible in the rolling surf.
I limped forward, Bryson in hand, chrome starting to show through the worn grey paint. I kicked the revolver away from Twitch, placing a boot on his chest and the barrel of my Bryson against his forehead. He began to mumble and cry, hardly able to string together an understandable sentence. “Save it, you’re gonna need your energy for what comes next.” Our boat slammed into the shore, Maze hopping off, rifle raised and ready. “Oh shit I actually hit that!” “I’m not gonna lie, I thought you’d actually just bailed.” I laughed as she helped Alex to his feet. “You still go those claymores?” I asked Maze as Twitch continued to writhe in panic under my boot. “You wanted the old Dutch, eh Twitch. Ask and you shall receive.” Maze handed me the claymores, while Alex kept sidearm pointed at Twitch. I planted 4 around him, just far enough away that they wouldn’t go off unless he moved. I drew one of my revolvers, popping the cylinder out and emptying all but one round. I gave the cylinder a spin before flicking it closed. I tossed the revolver at Twitch. “Don’t waste that on me. You’ll only regret it in about an hour.” I took my other revolver, and hurled it towards the sea, the pearl grip glinting in the sun as it spun through the air, disappearing into the crashing waves. “Good riddance.” I sighed, that chapter of my life finally ended. Twitch was silent, his whimpering now just deep, laboured breathing. I turned back before I stepped onto the boat, watching as his hand slowly moved to the pistol in the sand next to him. “Well played Dutch, well played.”

First. - Previous
“Shit! Doctor Ngai, did you see that?” Lieutenant Gastaud’s yell broke me from my absent minded reverie.
“See what?” I asked.
“That hyper footprint. Drive signatures are Confederation. Probe twenty-nine is nearest. Cameras show what looks like two battleships, two battlecruisers, four cruisers, three frigates and twelve destroyers, plus ten large ships hanging, likely freighters or troop ships.”
“That is not good,” Lieutenant Smolyaninov said. The navigator had the conn for third shift while the captain and XO slept. “Silent running, engage full stealth systems.”
“Full stealth systems active,” Gastaud confirmed. “We are now a hole in space.”
“Time to wake the boss.” Smolyaninov said.
I thought Smolyaninov should have done that first. But it was not my place to correct him.
“Lucky you,” the helmsman Lieutenant Joanna Stojanov chirped. “XO is cranky when you wake him up.”
“Get the stewards to throw on some fresh coffee,” I advised. “That stuff they got on now is like tar. No matter what Chief Bishop says, you shouldn’t have to chew your coffee.”
“Talk to me,” I heard the captain’s voice over the intercom.
“A Connie battlegroup just dropped out of hyper, and they are closer to us than any other ships, at about twenty-five million miles. But they are stationary.”
“Set condition one. Wake up the ship. I want all hands on deck,” Nugraha ordered. “Any orders from the Flag?”
“Nothing yet. We’ve been running silent. Wait, orders just came in. ‘All personnel to return to ships. Prepare to leave orbit and retreat outside Confederation space at the first sign of aggression.’ Well, I guess that’s it for us.”
“Hyper footprint!” Gastaud’s voice raised a few octaves, and I did not blame him. “At least sixty-three point signatures and at least five battleship size. Getting a fighter launch. Lord, that’s over seven hundred of them.”
His voice calmed down and he added, “I’m getting an IFF on them. They’re ours. It’s Marine Expeditionary Force Twelve.”
“I don’t know if that is a good thing or not,” the captain said as she entered the bridge, still sealing her uniform. “It was always possible the Connies would pitch a fit over our presence. I didn’t expect a battlegroup, maybe a division of destroyers coming to frown at us and pushing us along.”
“But dropping an entire MEF on them? That’s ballsy,” Stojanov added. “Even for Marines.”
“It was MEF-12’s shuttles that got sent here,” the XO used the phonetic abbreviation. I had not heard him enter. “So, it makes sense that the CO would keep an eye on his people.”
“There go the Connies,” Gastaud’s comment was completely unnecessary, as we all could see the plot. “That was a lot of excitement I could have done without.”
“I agree,” Captain Nugraha frowned at the plot as the carriers recovered their freshly launched fighters. “But it was probably the best outcome, at least from our perspective. I wonder how long it lasts? The Connies came at us with a big stick and that is unusual.”
“Their admiral was unprepared for a bigger stick,” I observed. “It makes me think that this was not quite what they planned.”
When they all looked at me blankly, I continued, “Come on, the Connies are many things, but stupid isn’t one of them. They just brought a knife to a gun fight. A few ships coming here and shaking fingers at us and politely telling us to leave is one thing. And that is what should have happened.
“A small battlegroup like that is fine if they want to push around pirates or the Ku'kor'ae. But us? You’d better come at us with a full fleet in your pocket if you want to push humans around.”
“I am uncomfortable with the implications of this,” Nugraha mused.
The XO started to say something but was cut off by shrill alarms sounding.
“What now? Gastaud griped. “Oh, shit.”
The threw the data from his computer into the main holotank. “Every probe we have in the inner system just went haywire!”
Dal’tari is larger than Sol and considerably more active. It left the inner planets radiation scrubbed wastelands. Only Umsurrat’s distance and powerful magnetic field had allowed life to evolve. Mass coronal ejections had happened irregularly since records were kept. They’d caused many droughts and famines.
But the recent ones were unusual in their ferocity and frequency. One would be bad, but not something that would cause an extinction level event.
But with ejections at least twice as powerful than the any during the previous millennia? And over a dozen a week? Lasting several weeks? How could any planet survive that?
Since the Angel Fleet arrived, there had been no sign of them.
That just changed.
“That is an understatement,” I said softly. “I’ve not seen anything like that… ever.”
“Look at the magnetic and gravitational fields,” Keoki instructed. “They are completely unstable. The poles have flipped at least fifteen times… and there it went again. What the hell?”
I ran a quick analytics program on the data, something I created on the fly. It mapped the gravitational and magnetic fields for the entire system. It had every planet, every moon… everything in system, including all the ships.
“Check this out,” I said. “There is some kind of gravitational finger from the sun to where MEF-12 dropped out of hyper. It looks almost like the gravitational distortion we see on an event horizon.”
“They dropped out of hyper deep inside the gravity well, but I’ve seen ships drop this deep, or deeper, in a gravity well at least a hundred times before. What is different about this?” Doctor Keoki Nurhayati puzzled.
“I’ve never seen this many ships at once, Keoki,” I replied.
“Me neither,” Nugraha added. “But we’ve also never seen it with an unstable sun like this.”
“The storm will hit Umsurrat in,” I did the calculations, “thirty-nine hours, seventeen minutes. The hard radiation in fifteen minutes.”
“Who’s in command of MEF-12?” Nugraha demanded. “Get him on the horn.”
“Lieutenant General Ichiro Tokuda is in command,” Laz answered. “He’s a hard charger but capable.”
The holotank lit up with Tokuda’s visage. He had the hard, square jawed, buzzed haircut look of a marine lifer.
“Tokuda speaking.”
“General, I am Captain Nugraha of the science and survey ship, Rudy Horne. I cannot be a hundred percent certain, but it seems your arrival has triggered another massive coronal ejection event. One that is larger than any of the others that have been measured. Our probes have detected one heading to the planet as we speak. The hard radiation front is… thirteen minutes away.”
“How bad is it, Captain?”
“Very bad, sir. But I think we, rather you and the cargo ships can do something about it. If you were to create a barrier with your ships’ radiation and particle shields extended to their max distance from your hulls on the sunward side of the planet, you could deflect or absorb most of it.”
I sent him a diagram of a ships’ formation, a double layered grid with the largest ships at the core. “You have a total of a hundred forty-three ships in orbit. Your military shields are better than the civilian ships. I recommend putting your fifty-nine ships in the center with the deflectors at max distance from the hull. The civvies can hold the perimeter.”
“We won’t make it in time. It will take us over fourteen minutes to get there,” Tokuda said.
“Not if you let the heavies hold you back. But your smaller ships can it in time if you send them now. They can take the brunt of the first waves. It’s not perfect, but better than nothing.”
“We’ll cut our compensator safeties to the bone,” Tokuda promised. “I will shave as much time off the transit as I can. Tokuda out.”
We are much too far outsystem to be of any assistance other than monitoring the probes and reporting. Which meant we wouldn’t not much more than spectators for the next half hour.
The radiation wave moved at light speed and there was no room for error. The cargo ships had moved immediately. Admiral Pierre was obviously on the ball to herd that group so effectively. The destroyers made it first, mere minutes ahead of the escort carriers, assault frigates and troopships. The battlecruisers and fleet carriers arrived a minute later.
The carriers belched fighters. Seven hundred and seventy five fighters crash launched for the second time in almost ten minutes. I didn’t expect that.
Fighters and other light craft could not survive in hyperspace. The titanic forces surging in hyperspace required massive shielding and inertial dampeners that only capital ships could mount. Fighters just did not have the tonnage to mount this equipment. Fighter shields were less powerful. Designed against normal amounts of radiation, but even with their technological limitations the pilots still intended to contribute with sheer numbers.
I updated the plot, assigning ships to their individual positions. Most of the ships were in their assigned orbits by the thime the first waves of radiation hit. It is impossible to accurately describe it. The sensors showed visible light as well as down shifting the high ultraviolets and upshifting the low infrareds. The computer laced together all the imagery into something we mere humans could appreciate.
“As impressive as this is, I imagine what they are seeing dirtside is much more spectacular,” Nugraha said softly. “The light show down there has to put the most active aurora borealis back on Terra to shame.”
“The battlewagons are almost there,” Gastaud announced. He spoke into the silence absently, as if he needed to say something, to fill the silence with words worthy of the moment. “The planteside sensors show a minimal uptick on hard radiation counts. You’d get almost as much from a microwave. Looks like your plan worked, Captain.”
“I wouldn’t call it a plan,” Nugraha replied with a nervous laugh. “More like a desperate attempt to plug a hole in a dam with our fingers and lots of prayers. My god, that amount of radiation would sterilize most worlds and you stopped it.”
“It made sense, though. Our particle shields can handle the nasty shit hyper throws at us, and this is about equal to that,” Laz observed. “The fighters were a nice touch. Never thought of adding them to the mix.”
“Next radiation wave is in five minutes,” I added. “The battleships are on station. Their added shielding should keep most of the radiation from reaching the surface.”
“The sun’s calming down,” Keoki observed. “We’re still getting that odd tic every seventeen and a half seconds, but at least it’s stopped spitting corona at us.”
“Incoming transmission, Captain,” Stojanov announced as she activated the holotank. “It’s the general.”
“That was a good idea, Captain,” Tokuda said. “It worked like a charm.”
“I thought it had a good chance of blocking some of the radiation, sir. It was just a matter of how effective it would be. Now, the question is how quickly can we engineer and build a permanent orbital deflector array to protect the planet until we can figure out what is causing the sun to belch?”
“Even if we can figure out what is causing it, how realistic is it that we can stop it? I am just an old jarhead. I can figure out how to invade a planet, but I leave all the science stuff to people who are much smarter than me.”
“Have you had a chance to read our reports?”
“Not really. Can you give me the short and sweet version? Remember to use small words.”
My bridge staff chuckled at that. “We have found, actually someone on the planet found it and alerted us to it, anyway there is an odd gravitic and magnetic field spike in the planet’s gravitational and magnetic fields. It is exactly every seventeen point five seconds with not a femtosecond difference.
“An engineer found it when she was calibrating a fusion plant’s magnetic bottle. We took that data and looked deeper. The sun’s magnetic and gravitational fields are also showing that same tic, just on a grander scale. I intend to look at all the planets and see if they are seeing the same thing.
“Then the question is what is causing it? Nothing natural is that exact.”
“And if it is nothing natural, that means it is something manufactured,” Tokuda mused. “And if it is manufactured, we can find it if we start looking.”
“Exactly. The problem is, we are operating solo. We need the other three survey ships… to be honest, we need their survey probes. We carried only fifty. The Tombaugh and Leonard are our sisterships and have a hundred probes. The Edgeworth is a lot bigger. She carries one-fifty by herself, and I expect a cargo ship full of drones within a day or two. If we can flood this system with a thousand survey probes, we can narrow down where to look.”
“A thousand probes?” He asked. “That’s bound to be expensive. But if we want results fast then we spend the money, right?”
“Trust me General, it is not something I say lightly. Even if we can recover ninety-five percent of the probes to refurbish, that’s still near a billion dollars, plus the five hundred million for the five percent we lost. So, roughly one point five billion dollars.”
“Captain, that is just a drop in the bucket for what the Federation has spent to this point just in supplies, not to mention the costs of getting the supplies here. If you can find that needle in this cosmic haystack for just one point five billion dollars, then that is a huge savings against the costs of maintaining these relief convoys.”
“You are right. I hadn’t looked at it that way. But I can assure you that we’ll be working non-stop until we find it.”
“I will let you get to it,” the general replied.
“I will keep you updated.” I’d no sooner said that and noticed general looking uncomfortable.
“Not to put too fine a point on this, but I am not in your chain of command. You were ordered to report to Senior Rear Admiral Pierre. Admiral Pierre is the senior officer on station, and that makes him the system CO. He is in command, and that includes my forces until we leave. Hell, he can order me to leave right now.”
“I understand, general. I intend to keep you in the loop because we get more flares and need your ships to move, but as it stands, stay between the planet and the sun and you will block most of the radiation.”
“Roger that.”

Hello!
large batch of cleanouts from me some freinds/teammates. I will do my best to get back to each and every one of you but this oils the largest listing I have done in quite some time. First come first serve if i don't hear a response within 24 hrs. I will move on to the next person in queue if there is one. Just trying to be clear and avoid any messes.
Prices DO Not include shipping and are all OBO unless noted otherwise. Not really interested in trades at this point well maybe (I have a odd interest in a m1919 ) but feel free to ask and or offer, but really cash is king. I can quote USPS, UPS, and FEDEX. Payments handled via PayPal and local pickup is a option in east central WI.
Most of the smaller items are Flexible and or I am willing to deal on if buying other stuff.
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NPO AEG VSK 94 w 9a-91 kit
Pics: https://imgur.com/a/fQKSUhB
Sales overview: https://youtu.be/ypG28woLCXg
New never fielded NPO AEG VSK94 all stock, Includes the gun, Upgraded lightweight suppressor, 4 additional midcap mags (for a total of 5), conversion parts if you wanted to convert it to the 9a-91 (grip, upper reciever w folding stock, outer barrel, inner barrel, and barrel nut if running it without supressor and original manuals and documentation. This is a beautiful odd gun that is absolutely built like a tank all steel receiver with a hard phosphate coat same as the real deal. the VSK94 historically is/was used by the spetsnaz, fsb count4er terrorism units and other russian special forces as a 9x39 subsonic DMR as a easier to manufacture alternative to the likes of VSS. The 9A-91 primarily has seen use with Russian police forces. It is used as a cheaper and more versatile alternative to the SR-3M Vikhr
I did a video look at this gun in detail here: https://youtu.be/6Aop8yqT5Gc . Gun was shipped in parts from russia, so no original box, I assembled it and went over install and reviewed it as i went. I did also examine the gearbox as well while it was out of the gun. You can find a internal review here: https://youtu.be/7uyfZ__9r3Q
Asking $875 Obo for everything
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KWA RM4 ERG Magpul edition
Pics: https://imgur.com/a/q6SIBzQ
Sales Overview: https://youtu.be/7AS_XO12oX4
This gun is used I have fielded it a few times but pretty low milage (i tend to collect more than I play).
Package include, Gun, 1x 30 rnd mag w/cutoff, 6x K120c's with cutoff, Leapers red/green dot, magpul backup rear iron sight, and original spring/recoil weight.
Internally

• cleaned regreased re shimmed,
• AOE and airseal work
• new bearing piston head
• oring aluminum air snozzle
• High torque neo motor.
• basic mosfet install with self resetting fuse
• Prommy 6.03mm tightbore barrel
• the Ulysses recoil system for KWA ERG's (this is only available in Korea and took some doing to get here) this is adjustable system that lets you go from about a m90 to about m110 in power while safely increasing the felt recoil, I have heard others comment its close ish to 9mm in terms of recoil by far the most you will get out of a electronic recoil system but its still a little weird as it technically recoils forward.

This gun is a blast to use, but it really wasnt getting the feild time from me over my other replicas so decided to sell it. Its a great PTW or "realistic" training type of weapon due to functioning bolt cutoff and that all mags can be locked to a realistic 30 rounds if desired, disabling the trigger after the last round fired and requiring you to hit the bolt release after changing a mag before you can fire again (note its not a GBBR the bolt doesn't actually blow back)
Asking $550 OBO
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Agency Arm G17 Fatal 13 Build
pics: https://imgur.com/a/6P5y5ZM
sales overview: https://youtu.be/VOopPJtGkiU
This was a personal build fielded a few times, was really my fist deep dive into pistol building and stippling.
Includes

• G17 With RMR
• 1x we short mag
• 2x WE extended mags
• Plano case (if you want it has custom cut lower section for this gun but will likely increase shipping costs)
• Box of spares/additional parts see video for full details but most of a we g18, two frames, nozzle rmr cutout plate. and agency arms Glock backplate

Build itselft is CNC aluminum G17/18 agency arms slide ported on the top. High pro sights, RMR replica (will include a new battery for it). Lightweight BBU, Guarder nozzle, Threaded aluminum outer barrel, stainless steel inner barrel lapped with a maple leaf bucking and ikey, increased dual recoil spring, Agency arms trigger, agency arms magwell. Custom frame work stippling done by your truly.
Asking $355 obo
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VFC FNX 45 Tactical Pics: https://imgur.com/a/n8q4sL2
Sales overview: https://youtu.be/nGLHiVKC7mo
VFC FNX 45 tactical with original box 2 additional leak free mags (for a total of 3), spare backstrap, and 3 spare mag seals. used in good condition full stripped cleaned and relubricated before sale. picked it up as I had been wanting one for awhile, but then got bitten by the AAP bug.
Asking $165 obo
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MODI/Flyee JPC Coyote New
pics: https://imgur.com/a/foZcnZe
MODI/flyee JPC size L in coyote brown brand new never fielded. decided I'm really just more of a chest rig guy. made from 500D ballistic nylon has a wide range of adjustment and has the proper rubberized webbing sort of material on the shoulder straps. Includes original closed cell foam plates.
Asking $65
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Golden Eagle GBBR NIB
https://imgur.com/a/Eya0qn6
Selling this never been gassed or fired can be tested or chono'd on request. The GE GBBR system is a WA clone this means you can use WA upgrade parts (Which basically means GHK parts as they also run on the WA system). The receiver is Polymer but the hand guard and barrel are metal. The handguard is what they call the delta style which is sort of this interesting almost triangular shape see pics. From what I have heard these may not be the most amazing GBBR but are a fair base/entry into the GBBR world without breaking the bank with reasonable aftermarket part support.
evike link: https://www.evike.com/products/81101/ (its the delta mlok 13") if you want more details
Asking $175 OBO
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Echo1 TROY TRX M7A1 M4 (7" variant)
https://imgur.com/a/pIyejic
Another Entry sort of gun metal upper and lower, was originally destined to be a custom build out for a team mate but ended up going another direction. comes with standard nicad/nimh and basic wallwort charger, personally i would still look to move over to lipo but its a starting point. Troy industries trades on the receiver sights etc. Interesting battery compartment/buttstock setup
evike link: https://www.evike.com/products/63918
asking $175 OBOSOLD
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Matrix Raystar M4
https://imgur.com/a/6oR02Kc
New in box, selling for a freind. Stock was originally damaged in shipping and was replaced, original buttstock will be included as well but as mentioned is cracked.
Poly upper and lower comes with everything pictured. Interesting design on their flash mag I kind of like the larger pull tab. Not a whole ton to talk about its new and its a cheaper starting gun.
Asking $110 OBO
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Cybergun Python .357 NIB (4" version)
https://imgur.com/a/dDxhg4D
Its a Co2 revolver not too much to say, unfortunately it is one of the hotter shooting variants shooting a quoted 380-410 FPS range with .2's. Comes with the 6 Shells and speed loader. New in box never used or fired.
here is product link if you need any more info https://www.evike.com/products/93884#pagetabs
Asking $75SOLD
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M4 Short mags
pics: https://imgur.com/a/4adAUBI
70 rnd sort pmag clones with ranger plates and top covers.
asking $20 for the lot of 3 or $8 ea
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SRS Project/Scrap Stock
https://imgur.com/a/HhPArrP
Was originally a tan stock used as a dye test for dying the nylon fiber a camo pattern and masking techniques. Then later was modified and material removed to test fitment of a CO2 reg into the stock. you still should be able to lock-on the stock plate or the spacers but you will be missing several of the latching or locking teeth on the sides.
Asking $10 OBO
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Gate Aster V2 rear wired.
https://imgur.com/a/Odqb6zy
Not OEM packaing but brand new never installed comes with all the materials required to install
Asking $65 OBO
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Compact Rail mounted 40mm Grenade Launcher
https://imgur.com/a/NzdMd9N
Evike link (visually explains it better as product shown out of pkg): https://www.evike.com/products/21995
Really more of a minimalist 40mm grenade shell holder picatinny mount. See evike link for more details on usage/installation options as I didn't want to open it for product photography.
Asking $20 OBO
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LCT OD G3 Grip
https://imgur.com/a/ronpy55
Asking $8 obo
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Hi Capa Mag bodies
https://imgur.com/a/wtpaeKQ
jsut the bodies themselves if you have a damaged or beat up one AW/WE in origin I believe, no valves or other parts included.
Asking $8 for the lot or $3 ea
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Silverback Parts
https://imgur.com/a/j2CYfoI
Silverback Fast Hopup (right)
New unused Silverback Fast hopup for srs rotary style adjustment takes aeg buckings.
asking $35 obo
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"SOFT AIR" SCAR springer
https://imgur.com/a/juQgNyK
yep lovely pretty plastic scar spring rifles brand new in box and yep not great, on the plus side I believe they take a standard AEG style mag, have 1 left available.
PRICE ill toss one in with any major purchase if you ask or $10 + shipping
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HK 51 Extended outer barrel (believe it was designed for the CA series)
https://imgur.com/a/vOodtA0
14MM CCW its a extended outer barrel nuff said
Asking 12 OBO
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Smaller Stuffs (desc should be on the image in the Imgur album)
Make offers here!
https://imgur.com/a/zemAXXF

Description	QTY	Price	status
M4 Target Grip. basically PSG1 style grip for M4's	1	$12	SOLD
LBX Project Honor Camo/Sets. https://imgur.com/a/AYVcpOH	Small combat Shirt x2, Youth Pant x1 (fit the wife) measured 30-32 waist	$10ea or 18 per set or 15 for whats left OBO	Small/youth set 30-33 waist via measuring SOLD SOLD SOLD
ACU UCP Unuforms, coat and kneepads https://imgur.com/U9dkEWB	2x Lg/long pants (34-36 i think), 2 lg/long shirts, 1x parka, 1x knee-pads/elbopads	$ 15 per set or 9 per piece. parka $15 obo and knee-pads/elbopads $8 OBO for the lot
MISC Pouches and Gear	Drop leg platform, bowman headset, longer smg type taco, 3 cell ACU mag pouch, black camo holster, 2x black holster, handcuff? pouch, Desert storm era Goggles (for looks I dont think i would trust them)	$ ~2-4 Ea or make a offer	Only handcuff pouch, left available
"China Camo"	1x MC set 32-34 waist has darts in it to enlarge not sure exct size but perhaps up to 36?, 1x desert camo forget the name 32 ish waist. 1x 32 Mossy oak pants.	$ 8 per set or 4 per piece OBO

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Freebies:
anything in THIS image https://imgur.com/F8lFh1J
also this nagant stock its plastic for a Co2 nagant 44 https://imgur.com/a/o4Xl5CQ free just cover shipping or bundle with anything else
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whew there we go, and i do have permission to keep this separate from my services thread.

Timestamp: https://imgur.com/a/uooMW7E Closeup of the timestamp Here: https://imgur.com/Rhovh2q
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I am active on CBM2 (75+ flair), migrating my goods here to sell as much as possible here as I get back into selling.
Crossposted - I have every item listed on multiple forums. I will strikethrough everything that sells within 24 hours of selling and as I bump this listing, I will keep it updated with what is SOLD.
More than happy to work out package/bulk pricing.
More pictures available upon request. Tons availiable in the below album Links.
Payment will be via proxy (until I reach the flair requirement) due to my PP being canceled 13 months ago for a gun-related comment by a customer. I am currently able to accept cashapp or zell for digital methods, or USPS Money Order or Personal/certified check for mail payments.
Shipping - First-class shipping is included in all stated prices. Priority upgrade = +$6.
Handpick - If there is more than 1x of an item and the buyer desires to handpick the exact one he/she wants add +$10 to the final price. On some sections I have multiple items in the exact same condition, for pictures I only used one or two examples of each.
Tracking - will be provided in chat or PM within 48 hours of Proxy or myself (once appropriate flair (+11 GAFS requirement)) is received. As soon as the Proxy or myself receives payment, I will leave flair for the buyer and request that as soon as the item is received by the buyer they reciprocate with appropriate flair.
Link to Timestamp Closeup Here. Full GAFS pictures with timestamp & user name HERE
MISC / Non AK related parts - AFAL parts Lot, Beretta grips & Scopes -detailed pictures
Parts lot of AR, KSG, and FAL parts (Everything in the AFAL picture- $125 shipped
Beretta M92 buffalo horn grips - Sold to me as SB, but didn't fit, so I think they are for a FS model - $45 shipped
Scopes-
BSA Sweet .223 6-18x40, NIB - $135
Bushnell AR-223 3-9x32 with 1-piece mount -$120
Ruger 4x32 pellet scope - $35
New camo pattern Polish Gn.60 accessory backpackswith full accessory set as pictured. - change up your Gn.60 kit from the old drab green pack. All in very good to excellent condition may have some leather wear or trench art ink - $345 each
AK slings - Left to Right (Full Sling Album Here)
NOS Russian RPK doublehook Slings - $55 each
NOS Russian AKSU slings (Mustard and OD availiable) - $45 each
NOS Russian AEK-971 - Perfect doublehook AKSU sling - $45 each
NOS Russian AKM/AK74 single Hook slings - $35 each
Old Stock Russian T1 slings - $65 each
NOS Russian Navy AK74 Slings - $49 each
NOS Romanian Leather PSL slings - $35 each
Old Stock Romanian web slings - $22 each - 1x Left
Chinese dark OD Type 95 double hook slings - $35 each
NOS Yugo M85/M92 Slings - $65 each
Chinese NOS wide AK/SKS 2x leather strap slings. These are a rarely seen version of CHICOM sling, much more robust than standard 2x tab slings. All NOS with minor age stains, complete with keepers and all have crisp stamps. - $45 each
Polish T2 leather tab fluffy green slings - $45 each
Polish T1 Leather Tab slings (Perfect for the Gn.60 kits) - $65 Each
Polish Fluffy Tantal slings - Missing Keepers - $15 each
Not in bulk picture - NOS Polish Tantal/Beryl (rare Police Grey variant) slings - $39 each
AK Mag Pouches - Left to right (Full Pouch Album Here)
NOS Russian RPK Pouches - $65 each
NOSRussian AK74 4-cell pouched - $35 each - 3x Left
NOS Russian Medical drop bag/pouches - $15 each
NOS Partial Russian SMERSCH harness w/ 2 pouches - $65
NOS Russian Drum pouch - $32 each
NOS East German Vynl drum pouch - $26 each
Egyptian Maadi Drum bag - $30
Worn Maadi Mag Pouches - $22 each
Worn Yugo 4-cell Pouches (OD or Camo) - $25 each
NOS Bulgarian, early first gen 4-cell AK47 Mag pouches - $25 each
NOS Romanian ,early first gen AK47 4 cell mag pouches - $25 each
NOS 4-cell EG Pouches. curved 4-cell, 1x UKN - 4-cell = $25 each / UKN = $20 / Worn Straigt 4-cell Pouches - $15 each
NOS camo Pouches - NOS Polish 3 cell akm $44 & 4 cell beryl $59 Pouches - Priced each
Worn Polish green pouches - $18 each
Vz.58 drop cases & mag pouches -
NOS Desert and Forest camo paratrooper drop cases - $79 each
NOS 3 cell Desert and 2 cell Forest camo mag pouches - 3 cell = $65, 2 cell = $55 each
Russian Med pouches & Khyber pouch/tourniquet packs
Russian Medical pouches & NOS red/pink tourniquet packs, correct for Afghan Era Khyber tourniquet wraps. $55 each
COMBLOC Bayonets & Fighting Knives - Left to Right -Vietnamese Picture here because I forgot to include them in the other proof picture - Full detailed pictures located here
NOS Vietnam Red & Black 6x4s - $185 each
NOS number matching Russian Izzy & Tula 6x4s - $185 each
Good to Excellent Russian 6x3s (Ranging from bright orange to dark plum) - $155 each
Excellent, numbered Russian true black 6x5s - $285 each
NOS, unnumbered Bulgarian black 6x5s - $175 each
NOS, still in Cosmo, Hungarian 6x3s with complete hanger & straps - $135 each
East German 6x2s - $145 each
East German 6x4 - $135
Complete good to excellent Romanian 6x3s (leather & cloth hangers availiable) - $85 each
Polish 6x4 - $135
Polish Wz.55 Paratrooper fighting knife. - $315
Russian Spetznaz fighting knife - $225
Yugo M65 fighting knife - $445
Straps/Hangers
NOS Polish Molle hangers - $25 each
East german Hangers - $15 each
East German straps - $15 each
Polish 6x2 hanger - $25
AK Furniture (Full Sets 1 / Full Sets 2) (RPK sets) (Handguard Sets) (Grips) (MISC) (Saiga Sets) (Uppers & Pallad) (EG BFPU) (VZ58) (AMD65) (Hungarian Blue AKM63 sets) (Underfold Stocks) Right to Left by column -Full detailed pictures here
Full Sets 1
NOS Russian AK100 5.5mm stock sets with railed LHG - $455 each
Russian early AKM set with rare rubber buttpad - $335
Russian AK74 Set - $285
Russian T2 set - $365
NOS, unnumbered Bulgarian T3 set - $455
Romanian BFPU set with Kill hashes - $185
Sanded Polish Hardwood sets - $310
NOS Polish Laminate sets - $225
East German Hardwood set (only made on their first yeat 1964 prototypes) with fat Hungarian grip - $315
NOS Polish PPSH stock - $125
Black Yugo M64 trainer set - Missing metal ferrules - $365
Excellent Yugo M70 set w/ M64 ferruled grip - $235
Romanian ROMAK PSL style sets - $185 each
Custom Vepr clubfoot with purple krackle finish - $35
Full Sets 2
NOS Zastava Yugo M70B1 folding/railed sets - $455 each complete ($225 handguards/Grips combo / $245 Buttstock seperate / $105 grip seperate)
NOS East German MPiK74 sets - $225
RPK Sets
NOS Russian Plum or Laminate 4-piece RPKS sets - $525 each
Have multiple ribbed plum UHGs - $65 each
Handguard Sets - all 3-piece (handguards & Grips)
Bulged Bakelite sets (Tantal LHG, Romanian UHG, either Romy AIMS or Polish Bake grip) - $310 each
Romanian Unvented laminate sets & 1x hardwood SAR set - $105
Chinese BFPU bakelite set with gas tube - $375
Chinese polymer set - $265
NOS Polish laminate sets - $135 each
Russian AK74 set w/ Laminate grip - $205
Russian 74 set with Bakelite grip - $155
NOS Russian Plum set w/ flakes - $185
Polish Tantal sets (dark plum bakelite) - $290 each
East German (brown or black UHGs) w/ Russian bake grips - $155 each
Grips - Left to Right Top to Bottom
UKN US made wood grip - $5 addon / $9 individual
UKN fat wood grip - $45
MD Arms Molot clone - $20
CAA grip - complete - $18
CAA grip - $12
SAW style grip - $12
US Palm black & orange - $15 each
UKN black - $5 add on or $9 individually
UKN Tan - $5 add on or $9 individually
Shiney black over bake - $5 add on or $9 individually
Tapco orange w/ minor damage - $5 add on or $9 individually
Worn Russian black - $10 add on or $15 individually
BFPU Bulgarian - $5 add on or $9 individually
Good to execellent Yugo M70 - $5 add on or $9 individually
UKN OD Green - $5 add on or $9 individually
Hungarian AMD65 Grey - SOLD
Hungarian AMP69 baby blue - $75
MISC
Magpul Handguards Plum Zhukov (fit for VEPR) or Grey AKM - $45 each - Zhukov SOLD
VEPR w/ smooth upper handguards - $35
UKN 74 style black handguards - $45 each
UKN railed handguards - $35
3x Beryl folding stocks - $310
Metal railed Beryl handguard set - $310
Beryl lower - $65
Bulgarian Arsenal SAM 4-piece set - $75
Tantal wire folder - Missing sling loop - $80
Galil lightweight folder w/ pad - $185
Black Saiga sets - $45 each
Uppers & Pallad Lowers
Russian 74 scalloped upper handguards - $49 each
Romanian Bakelite upper handguards - $95 each
NOS Polish Pallad Lower Handguards - $150 each
EG BFPU grips & Upper handguards - $7 add on or $12 individually
VZ58
Beaver barf grip - $28
2x Lower Handguards - $28 each
folding stock butt pad sleeves - $18 each
AMD65 stock/grip sets - $125 each
Hungarian Blue AKM63 sets - Complete w/ all by two unicorn metal parts - $710 each
Individual prices =
NOS Blue stock sets w/ all hardware - more complete than the AOA sets - $150 each
Blue grips with grip nut/screw - $200 each
NOS, unnumbered long gas tube & lower handguard - $180 each
Underfold Stocks
Hungarian set, complete with trunnion & all hardware - $125
Milled Chinese with rear stub and grip nut - $210
4x Bulgarian stocks, with hinge hardware - $55 each
2x Russian, one assembled with hinge hardware, one T2 disassembled - $105 assembled, $85 disassembled.
Cleaning Rods - Detailed pictures here - Bottom to top
NOS Russian SVD 3-piece cleaning rod - $115
NOS Early & late model AKSU cleaning rods - $45 each
NOS Russian RPK74 5.45 Cleaning rods - 22.5" long - $55 each
NOS Russian RPK 7.62 Cleaning rods - 22 3/8" long - $55 each
NOS Russian Cleaning rods, Ribbed T1/early T2 variants - $75 each
NOS Russian AKM cleaning rods - $39 each
NOS Polish Tantal cleaning rods - $45
NOS Repro North Korean T68 cleaning rods - made from OG rod measurements - $75 each
Romanian AKM cleaning rods - $18 each
AK Parts - Multiple items - Detailed pictures here- Listed from left to right off the overall parts picture
Muzzle Devices
Han Solo Blaster aluminum repro cone - $25
26mm Yugo Cone - $35
24mm VISM w/ 14x1LH adapter - $30
24mm Bulgarian 74 device - $45
VEPR 12 thread protectors - $20 each
PKM - Flash Hiders - 18x1.5LH - $65 each
Second & third row are all 14x1LH threads
VEPR barrel protectors - $5 add on or $9 individual
VEPR RSB with pinned 360 degree spike brake = $45
Hungarian flash hiders - $5 add on or $9 individual
2x extended AMD65 brakes - $25 each
UKN parkerized brake - $25
Extended Fishscale brake - $30
2x UKN rigged brakes - $35 each
Custom cheese grater brake - $25
UKN scaled brake - $25
PWS GEN 2 hider - $95
UKN ribbed flash hider - $15
Bulgarian ARM-4 2-slot brake, NOS - $75
R.A.G.E TCS recoil system end cap, rethreaded to 14x1lh to serve as muzzle cap - $10
2x Romanian AMIR long flash hiders - $95 each
Top Covers
Chinese milled - $55
Chinese w/ scope rail - $75
UKN Railed - $15
M92 missing flip sight - $35
2x virgin Yugo M92 barrels - $125 each
Pistons
Turbo This Russian T1 replica - $175
OG Yugo M92 star piston - $75
MISC US made AKM & 74 pistons w/ 2x AMD65 length - $15 each
Recoil Rods
3x NOS Polish Gn.60 - $70 each
3x Chinese - $40 each
4x Russian AK100 series - $55 each
2x UKN - $20 each
Gas Tubes
NOS Polish AKM - $35 each
NOS Polish AK47 T3 - $45 each
2x UKN - $20 each
1x NOS Russian AKM - 60
1x Yugo M72 - $25
Chinese - $45
Chinese with OG Cheese Grater upper - $125
Hungarian AK63 - $45 each
2x Saiga - $15 each
East German AKM - $35 each
AK12 / SVD parts
New Russian Vector-12 AK12 handguard - $385
2x NOS Russian SVDS covers - $385 each
NOS Russian SDV Bipod - $650
SVD Extractors - $25 each
SVD buttpad extension - $25
SVD buttstock bakelite grip cap - $25
4x NOS SVD safeties - $45 each
Milled Stubs
Yugo Rear milled M64 stubs - Fixed & Underfold - $75 each
2x Front milled stubbs - Hungarian & East German - $75 each
Russian AKSU
2x Gas Tubes - $150 each
3x Piston - $55 each
Virgin FSB.Gas Block - $450
Sight Leafs
NOS Russian RPK - $85
2x NOS Polish T3 - $45 each
2x Russian Tigr - $35 each
2x Chinese - $35
4x Builder special Russian RPK FSBs - $45 each
VEPR 12 FSB/Gas Block combo - $65
MISC trigger guard parts - $10 add on / $15 individually
Romanian PSL Lot (2x carrier, 1x stripped bolt, 1x top cover, 1x piston 2x trigger guard, 2x muzzle brake, 1x FSB, Gas Block & bayonet lug) - $295 for the lot
Yugo M72 handguard retainer - $25
Bottom half Polish night rail - rough shape - $65
Hungarian AMP69 gas wrenches - $25 each
2x single point sling attachments - 1x is E93, other is UKN - $15 each
Safety Leavers
East German AKM leavers, early & late versions - $35 each
East German AK47 T3 - $45 each
1x Bulgarian T3 AKK - $45
North Korean T68 Lot - 2x Underfold Stock, both complete w/ hardware (1x missing sling loop) 1x rear trunnion w/out weldment, 1x front trunnion, 1x Bolt & bolt carrier (SN=3300) Handguard retainer (locking leaver seperated from retainer, but present), RSB (missing leaf), BFPU grip. - Lot = $545
Polish BFPU AKM lot (recoil rod, bolt (complete) FSB, gas block, safety, FCG parts - $125
MISC
Yugo M85 .223 Bolt - $125
Leaf springs - $2 add on
Yugo M70 grip screws - $4 add on
Yugo M92 virgin rails - $5/pair add on
Hungarian AMD65 lot - Gas block, FSB & handguard retainer - $65
Saiga/VEPR lot - FSBs, Gas Block, VEPR barrel handguard loops, FCG parts - $65

I'm replacing the vehicle speed sensor on my 1994 Ford F-250 4X4. The sensor is located in the top of the rear axle. Sadly, the bottom part of the sense has broken off inside the axle housing, flush, and I'm running short of ideas on this thing. Right now I've got it soaking in penetrating oil overnight.
My first idea was to drill out the centre and use a large extraction bit, but the core seems to be make of some kind of very hard carbon steel and there's no way I'm going to be able to drill into it, so that idea is out.
Second ideais to drill into the plastic around the axle case and the carbon core to be able to get some kind of grip on it, then heat it up to soften the plastic and pull it out.
Third idea is to knock it through the case into the differential and collect it out of the bottom of the diff. The problem is I have no idea what's on the other side, or if there's any clearance for it to move in the first place.
I'm replacing the vehicle speed sensor on my 1994 Ford F-250 4X4. The sensor is located on the top of the rear axle. Sadly, the bottom part of the sense has broken off inside the axle housing, flush, and I'm running short of ideas on this thing. Right now I've got it soaking in penetrating oil overnight..

Vehicle: 2011 Mercury Milan Base 2.5L
Started getting a light for servicing AdvanceTrak and my brakes felt like they were slipping, especially after rain (traction control light is on) but couldn't figure out the problem. After a few days a TPMS light came one and I decided to ignore it for the time being. A while later I was leaving a friend's house and I got a light saying Power steering needed service and lost ~50% power to power steering. The next morning I cranked the car and had no power steering whatsoever. I've been looking around for a fix and the only codes on the car are for the TPMS (which I had fixed) and a faulty Steering Angle Sensor. This is where my real troubles are.
I researched the SAS and saw it generally sits in the clockspring for most vehicles, however the part didn't look like it was even near the clockspring (square box with a gap for a geawheel to pass through) so I went to Oreillys and got a diagram for the part installation and saw it goes next to the ignition, no problem. Today I took apart the steering column by the ignition and to my surprise there was an empty slot for the sensor, no wheel on the steering shaft, and no connecter. So obviously the part was not meant to go on my car despite showing as the only SAS type compatible.
I checked and saw recalls for the electronic powersteering but my car is not covered under that. I also don't know where the SAS is located on my vehicle or how I would even service it but I have a diagnostic code for it causing the lack of powersteering and the advancetrak light. Beyond that I'm not even sure how my car measures when I'm turning the wheels or even which way.
All of this is after redoing most of the front end suspension, an alignment, and a new cv axle on the front passenger side. Other than that, my front tires are just bald and need replaced which I plan on doing this weekend.

Pictures
https://imgur.com/a/NoGB0cZ
After using the Grasps system for 2 weeks I encountered an issue with the rear truck. When setting up for a drop-in into a bowl where the drop angle is near 90 degrees, the rear truck scrapes the bowl before the wheels, I wasn't able to seat the wheels on the bowl for stability. There's maybe 5 mm of gap before wheels touch the bowl.
I didn't have this issue with the Carver C2 rear truck so I did a side-by-side comparison to understand why. It appears the axle offset of Grasp is less than C2, also the rear portion is straight and not angled. I drew red lines in the pics to show what I mean.
You can see the part that scrapes the bowl circled in red.
I want to note that I was using 64mm wheels on the Grasp when I encountered this issue, maybe it wouldn't have this problem if 70mm wheels was used but a flaw is still a flaw regardless of wheel size. In the meantime, I suppose I will have to swap to C2 rear truck on the Grasp system if I want to do drop-ins on a bowl with near 90 degree drop angles and use smaller wheels.
I'm guessing that maybe they didn't test this scenario when designing the rear truck.

Race Information

• Name: IM 70.3 Kraichgau
• Date: 21.05.2023
• Distance: Half Ironman
• Location: Kraichgau, Germany
• Website: https://www.ironman.com/im703-kraichgau
• Strava: https://www.strava.com/activities/9114425007
• Time: 7:53:51

Goals

Goal	Description	Completed?
A	Finish	Yes
B	Sub 7:30	No

Splits

	Time
Swim	00:36:11
T1	7:44
Bike	04:08:18
T2	7:31
Run	02:54:06

Preface

I am a (former) swimmer that tris to bike and run.
TL/DR at the bottom.
In highschool I was in a swimming team and used to swim 3-5k for 6 days a week plus gym and cardio. Then I stopped doing sports during my university years and then for the past eleven years I've been on and off doing gym or trying to run. Also, during those last 11 years I gained about 20kg.
In 2018 I started jogging cuz I was too chunk and in October 2019 I ran a half marathon and had dropped from 94 to 85kg. After that I stopped training, visited my family over xmas and in 5 weeks I regained 6 kg. I was also registered for another half marathon in April 2020 so I restarted training hard and ended up messing both my shins.
Over 2020 and 2021 I kept trying to run but most of the time couldn't make it to 1km because of the pain in my shins. So I got a road bike and liked riding it in swift over winter and did up to 3h zwift and 64km IRL.
During this time I kept thinking about Triathlon becase people at work and highschool mates did it, so bug took a bite of me.

Training

That was why I contacted one of my friend's trainer and he agreed to work with me. I'm not very constant with training but with his help I did a sprint tri in 2022 and registered to Kraichgau. Training varied a lot, must of the time I was tasked with two activities per day which at the end was too much for me and we ended up switching to one per day over the week. WIth his help I improved my running style and lost my shin splints and PBd my half Marathon time by 7 Minutes (2:28) in March 2023.
Once again, I missed a lot of training due to injury (my hip hurt for a whole weekend after swimming 4k) and also work and travel. So I was worried about the 70.3, in part because I'm back/still at 92kg and the temperature was supposed to be 26°C, the hottest day of the year, 10°C over the previous week average.

Pre-race

I had my nutrition dialed in. Had a self-made box over my bento box to carry my salt pills. The Tuesday before the race I went for a swim at the competition lake, did 1200m at 17°C so it was a bit cold, but not as cold as my local lake that same week at 12°C, that was brutal. Friday was check-in which went smoothly and got my gear and some IM bling. My sherpa and I went to have ramen and (probably not my best idea) an underground thrash metal gig until 1:30 am... Saturday my sherpa and I went back for bike check-in and bag drop-off.
Everything ready for race-day.

Race

Woke up at 4am, had breakfast, picked my hydration and we droved off to location.
I went to my bike, placed the computer and water bottles. Then I went to screw the holding system of my hydration system and the screw was gone so I had to yolo it.
Swim (36:11): it was fun. Got at the back of the 30-35 line and a lady I was talking to convinced me to to when the <30 was almost empty. No issues during the swim apart from a bit high HR.
T1 (7:44): took it easy to get my HR down, applied sunscreen and off I went.
Bike (04:08:18): this was just horrible. The webpage said 850m altitude gain, in total was 1160m. 20 min into the bike, when I took my first gel and went for a salt pill, I accidentally broke the container and lost all my pills. Perfect start. I was enjoying the ride and atmosphere until km 30 when my quads cramped hard on both legs after the second out of ten hills... I stretched and tried to re-tight the screws of my rear cage holder which was coming loose right at the seat post, but the multitool just barely reached one of the screws. But I kept going and had to dial it down because my legs kept getting mini-cramps. Further down the road, one of the screws decided to jump ship and the bottle cage flipped 180° and I noticed because I was hitting a bottle with my ankle. So I stopped, drank all the gatorade left, placed the water bottle under my tri suit and managed to screw the last screw in, but was impossible to tight it. A few km later, I saw the race mechanic and he tight it in. I kept grinding the uphills and enjoying the downhill, trying not to over cramp.
At some point I realized I would take over 4h for the bike and started doing some quick maths. It dropped on me that I'd only have 2:30h for the run, which is my PB and there was no way in hell I'd repeat that after the bike. That dropped my motivation to a low point. IT was bad, thought of quitting a lot. But decided to get at least until T2.
At about 5k to go I felt again the water bottle hitting my ankle, so I stopped, put it down my jersey and hoped the screw would hold till T2. A 100 meters later starting the last hill, I shifted the big to the small plate... and the chain dropped. I cursed in spanish and stopped. Luckily no damage and could finish the bike.
T2 (7:31): I arrived, gave my bike to the volunteer and as there was no way I'd finish the run in 2:30h so I took T2 easy, complained about everything and rethinked for the millionth time that they about my stupid life decision, took a much needed salt pill from another holder and placed the holder in my back pocket. Went for a worryingly short pee (after the amount of fluids I had taken). After that, I checked my watch and, as you may already know if you did the math, I actually had 3:30h for the run! Kudos to my oxygen deprived engineer brain...
Run (02:54:06): there was no way I'd need more than 3:30h for the run. I set myself a goal of doing each of the three laps in one hour so I got going and despite the heat and tiredness was having a good pace... for the first km, then my legs said "nope, not doing this" and I started getting some sort of mini-cramps, same as on the bike. From that point on, it was a jog-walk: jog till something would painfully twitch, then walk for a bit, repeat. Yaaay, only 20k to go!
After that it was a huge mental battle, pretty much everyone had already passed me on the bike and the rest would do on the run. I hurt seeing people passing me with two or even three wristbands wich meant how many laps they had completed. The heat was starting to get me, but the showers at the feed stations helped and the locals with their garten hose also helped. What helped the most, was the crowd cheering, the kids giving high fives and the biggest help, both on the bike and running was my sherpa and friend Daniel cheering me up. When I started the final lap, it was brutal seeing the entrance to the carpet that would bring me to the finish line. That was mental torture. My eyes teared up when I took the left turn to start the final 7k. I just wanted to quit and it to end. But I kept on going, grinding those final kms. At some point, after the turn of the Oly Tri, the path was almost empty as most of the participants had already passed me. But again, I almost cried then I got that final wristband at 3k to go that would take me to finish wine. Those last 3k were the longest and also the shortest of all of them. All I could think during that last lap was my parents, Daniel's cheers and the RobotUnicorn, an online friend with an amazing spirit and a bunch of health stuff, a true warrior, I was wearing unicorn socks in her honor. The final 800m or so I did not walk. That feeling of getting on the carpet hearing the cheers and finally crossing the line is indescriptible. And there was my friend cheering and screaming. Again, watery eyes.

Post-race

Claimed my finisher medal, got a picture taken and got my t-shirt and also the medal engraved. Went for a massage on my quads (that was almost as painful as the cramps). After some cooling down and hydrating I went to pick up my stuff from T2 and also took a shower (I could smell myself during the run).
Then got a currywurst (thanks Daniel!) and recapped the race for him. We drove off and had a steak dinner. I went for a 500gr rib-eye, I think I earned it.
What's next? Well, I have a 5k lake swim in a month. Maybe an oly tri in July and my first (hopefully) marathon in October. Then some break to visit my family and I'm actually considering registering for IM Frankfurt 2024.
Before the race I said I'd get a half IM tattoo (I know, I know, corporation logo, blablabla, I don't really care). Then during the race, I decided I did not "earn" it, specially during the bike. Now, I'm actually considering again getting it after the lake swim.
Final thanks to my parents and unicorn for their inspiration. Daniel for his support and sherpa duties and letting me crash at his place for several days (also thanks to Christine). And ofcourse, final thanks to my Trainer @3forcetraining for his help getting me from ok-ish couch potato, to (for now) back-of-pack/DFL Aluminium Man! Also to all those who believed in me and those who served as an inspiration.

TL/DR:

I completed my first 70.3 after injuries in the past and being chunk. DFL but happy I finished.
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tl:rd. I think I'm done with my Aspero. Either I got some sort of bad batch or these things are complete trash. Anyone else have endless problems with shifting, crank creaking, brake rubbing, axles backing themselves out and any number problems rendering their Aspero unrideable? It's so frustrating to ride that I don't even want to go out any more. The bike just hangs on the wall and I DREAD the thought of getting on it.
Long version. I'm a casual/recreational bike rider. I have been my whole life. It's actually how I met my wife - who is now a Team USA triathlete. I've always loved riding. It's the only regular exercise I get. As a kid I rode Wal-mart bikes, with little to no problems, in my 20's I started mountain biking and had some increasingly nicer bikes, then as I got into my 30's and moved out west (US) I found I preferred road biking, so I started doing that. I've had Fuji's, Cannondale, Trek, Gary Fisher bikes. I'm not a mechanic, but I could keep everything running pretty well between annual/18 month tune-ups at a LBS when things would get a little too far out of whack.
This past Christmas, I was down in Tucson, Az at the shop where my wife bought her Cervelo TT bike, and I ended up buying the Aspero. Great shop, great folks, etc.. I got a basic fitting, I bought new speedplay pedals, and shoes, and a helmet with it etc. I was pretty excited. Quick little test ride around the store/parking lot, it felt great. The crank creaked a little bit, but other than that it was good to go.
I get it back to where we were staying in Tucson and get out on "the loop" for a VERY short 10mile ride just to see how it went. Seemed ok, shifting started out ok, but then got kinda sloppy toward the end of the ride and I was more tired than I should have been, but.. I was on vacation and not riding much, I didn't think much of it.
We get back home and a week or so later I take it out for a ride. Shifting was still a little sloppy, and I was getting a lot of grinding in many of my gears. So I take it to my LBS where I live. They tell me,
"Your crank arm is rubbing on the housing/bottom bracket, there seems to be a spacer missing, and your rear derailleur hanger is bent...we fixed all of that and took some slop out of the cables. You're good to go"
This was a surprise to me because I've NEVER bent a hanger before, and I hadn't crashed it, or leaned it on anything, or anything like that. I transport my bike INSIDE of my class-a motorhome mounted on a fork mount. When it's home, it's hanging on the wall in our 2nd floor home gym. I'm riding on a paved trail. No clue how it would have gotten bent. Fine whatever, couple-hundred bucks and it's fixed.
2 more rides later (paved casual trails 20-30mile each) and with each ride I'd loose more and more gears... just GRINDING and skipping teeth, and REALLY slow delayed shifting... I take it back to my shop. They say "Ope, yeah, it's new so...'cable stretch' break-in time etc. Good to go."
Ok another couple hundo but...whatever. I take it on gravel, and it seemed to go well. Felt great. It was a mostly flat 15 miles on more/less crushed limestone. The next day was a 40 mile paved trail, lots of hills, but nothing hard core, by the end of that ride my crank was SQUEAKING so bad it drove me crazy, and I only had top and bottom gears without grinding skipping, etc..
Back to the shop. Again, they adjust out some slop, and suggest I make sure I'm not applying power while shifting. (duh, I know how to shift a bike). So, the next 3-4 rides, I'm like BABYING this thing like NO pressure when shifting at all, and again, I end up with skipping, grinding, creaking, etc.. and THIS time, I was riding down a 1 mile PAVED hill. No jumps, bumps, or anything like that, just...a down hill and I start hearing, completely out of the blue "zing! ZING! ZING!" from the real wheel. I get home and my back brake rotor is rubbing. WTH? Coasting down a hill?
Back to the shop I go, and this time I'm so frustrated I ask if they want to buy the bike, or if they know anyone looking for something like this. They are all puzzled by this. I tell them "I don't care what you do with it, how long you have it, and if I never get it back I'm ok with that. I really don't care anymore I'm done."
I get a call a few days later. "You're bike is done, and here's what we found. We adjusted out some slop in the cables, and made some adjustments to the shifting. We re-centered the brakes, but the problem is your axle had backed itself out a bit causing the brake to rub...so the trick here is to put lock-tight on it, let it dry, then thread it on. This time, no charge. They empathized, with my frustration, and took the time to walk out to my car with me and get it on the rack, and reassure me that this is an AMAZING bike, and that one of the mechanics in the shop is a pro gravel racer and uses this very same bike. I'm thanked him and drove home and hung the bike back up on the wall of my gym.
Today (3 weeks later), I went for a ride...12 miles. I couldn't WAIT to get off that thing. I had planned to go like 20-25, but the CREAKING from the bottom bracket was driving me insane. Shifting...for the most part was ok... but I'm riding up this really steep but short hill, and "CREAK CREAK CREAK CREAK!" some dude rides by and is asks, "is your bike ok? There's a shop like 10 miles down the trail - great folks there."
sigh. I leave the trail and start heading home. There's an intersection with a red light and I down shift to lower gears for when I start back up again. I click the left shifter to come down out of my top ring and the shifter never clicks, it's like it didn't grab the cable (or however those things work), it just swings freely like it's not even attached to anything. I let it swing back out, and it grabs this time and I'm able to shift. It's all down hill back to house from there so I didn't do a ton of work, but when I got back to my drive way and pedeled into my back yard, the chain was making that OLD grinding noise again in lower gears. I just hung it on the wall and started typing this...
My control subject is my wife's Cervelo TT bike. Bought it at the same shop in Tucson, from the same guy, assembled by the same guy, fitting, etc.. maintained by the same shop here where we live. She rides 100's of miles/week on it. It's on/off our Wahoo trainer (with the back wheel removed) I've, personally, taken the bike apart and packed it into a bag and flew it across the country 4 times and put it back together again. No problems. Solid as a rock.
I'm just SOOOO tired of this Aspero, I just want it gone. Anyone have a similar experience?

Hi Reddit!
Might be best read on the browser with RES where image links can expand inside the post.

tl;dr

Easy-to-build flying planes (mostly) out of parts in the Depths to mimic gliders but they don't despawn*. Check pictures and diagrams below if you wanna build them. Summaries of their functions are included. You'll need a lot of batteries for long distances. Can use in Depths or in the sky. They suck on low gravity areas though.

Full post

I've been wanting to explore the Depths more thoroughly to light up the light roots. Scrounged up parts from the octagon areas and Yiga camps. Most of my exploration thus far are van-type terrain crawlers with large wheels since that is what they give you in the beginning Depth areas. They've been great at raiding moblin camps and getting minerals but it has a lot of trouble reaching light roots that are high up or involve climbing. They also have trouble running away from bosses...
Gliders are a nice alternative for travelling in the Depths. I love using them and love the way they fly forward, can lift or descend a bit, and able to generally attach stuff to them. I want to mimic that kind of behavior as best as I can. The problem is that they despawn before you get some distance in. A method I've been using is flying from octagon to octagon along the way but it is a royal pain to find them when the map is dark. Or if the next area is a bit too far and you end up in the middle of nowhere.
Enter the Fan Glider clone. I like building with things that can mostly be scrounged up from the world. I also like building things that snap easily to snap points so that you don't have to spend so much time trying to line up everything by yourself.

Best general function scavenged glider

Base Design: https://i.imgur.com/iu9DXDh.jpg
Demo flight: https://i.imgur.com/DD46rA1.mp4
Building blueprint: https://i.imgur.com/UfXcRou.png

Part	Number
Rectangle base	1
Steering Wheel	1
Fans	8
Batteries	as many as you want

The blueprint will show you the areas to snap your fans. The game should help you snap your fans to those corners so building it is simple. There's a couple of notes with building:

• Rectangular objects are better. The cart that you find in the Depths will work better than the sleds because the front of the sled is slightly curved in. Either will work but you might have a little bit of trouble with the sled.
  
• Note that when attaching the fans, it will bump the base up a bit. This is fine and the rest of the fans will do the same. It'll be flat in the end.
  

This design mimics a lot of the glider functionality with a few differences:

• Can take off on land without needing a cart underneath to roll. If you use a cart to build this, it won't utilize the wheels at all.
• Does not glide when you step off of the steering wheel
• Falls like a rock...
• Falls faster than you once the momentum starts going so you'll get ejected. Be careful not to take fall damage

Usage

• Hop on the steering wheel to take off forward
• Do nothing and it will generally fly forward with a bit of lift
• Push forward to lean forward. This will make your plane go forward a bit faster and descend a little bit
• Pull back to climb upwards and not go forward as much

Modding

There's a lot of spots for you to change up or add to the design. The section below are examples of it and what they do.
There's a lot of flat and diagonal places to attach batteries. It can be symmetrical for those of you that care about that. I usually attach 3 large batteries and get a lot of mileage out of this plane.

Bonus

You can fit the entire base (minus batteries) if you drop the needed parts from your Zonai Devices menu. Then use autobuild to build it. Attach batteries afterwards.

Design mods and what they do

Basic scrounge mode: 6 fans

Design difference

This is a light version of the base. It loses 2 fans on the front left and front right. This affects its forward movement so it is slower at going forward, but it'll let you move to the next octagon area to steal 2 more fans to finish the design.
Design: https://i.imgur.com/XFnGTKM.jpg

Part	Number
Rectangle base	1
Steering Wheel	1
Fans	6
Batteries	as many as you want

Operational Differences

• Slower forward momentum
• Battery drain is less than the 8 fan version

Forward lifter

Design difference

The front left and right double fan gets a change. Instead of 2 diagonals stacked on each side, you have 1 diagonal and one flat. The top fan doesn't have a snap guide to the bottom diagonal fan so you might end up with a lopsided fan and it'll fly weird.
Design: https://i.imgur.com/Mzm5eZh.jpg

Part	Number
Rectangle base	1
Steering Wheel	1
Fans	8
Batteries	as many as you want

Operational Differences

• Lifts up higher from the front
• Does not go forward as much
• Good for climbing out of holes

Rear lift

Design Difference

The rear fan now has an extra fan on top of it. Just flat on pointing down.
Design: https://i.imgur.com/wOevZVe.jpg

Part	Number
Rectangle base	1
Steering Wheel	1
Fans	9
Batteries	as many as you want

Operational Differences

• Operates nearly the same as the version without the fan. Do not recommend due to increased battery usage for little gain.

MARCH FORWARD

Design Difference

The front stacked fans gets a modification. Instead of 2 diagonals each, we get one diagonal and one straight fan blowing back.
Design: https://i.imgur.com/3kiiSDH.jpg

Part	Number
Rectangle base	1
Steering Wheel	1
Fans	8
Batteries	as many as you want

Operational Differences

• This one just goes forward
• Hardly any lift
• Probably ok if you want to go forward faster than the original in a straight line.

Straight rear

Design Differences

The rear diagonal fan is now straight up pushing backwards.
Design: https://i.imgur.com/HArg5NS.jpg

Operational Differences

• Flying without touching the left thumbstick will climb up a lot more
• Great if you want to gain altitude while retaining most of the benefits of the original design

Double-stacked back

Design Differences

The rear side fans are now doubled.
Design: https://i.imgur.com/xSa71Du.jpg

Part	Number
Rectangle base	1
Steering Wheel	1
Fans	10
Batteries	as many as you want

Operational Differences

• A lot of additional back lift that makes the whole thing go up a bit higher
• A little more forward momentum
• Drains batteries a lot faster

FUN MODS

Now that you've seen what generally happens when you move some fans around, time for the fun stuff.
These designs will allow you a bit of room to attach more devices on it. For example, we can attach a couple of lasers and construct heads to raid some Yiga flyer bases.

Yiga air raider

Design

We use the base craft and add a fan in the back for additional lift. We need that to carry the weight of the weapons.

• Put the Construct Head flat on the ground
• Attach 2 lasers on the side of the head facing forward
• Attach the Construct Head with the lasers on one of the side fans
• Repeat for the other side
• Fan on the back facing down for additional lift
• Stack a fan on the front middle facing down for additional lift
• Zappy!

Demo: https://i.imgur.com/DizIVKK.mp4

Part	Number
Rectangle base	1
Steering Wheel	1
Fans	10
Construct Heads	2
Lasers	4
Batteries	as many as you want

* The fans do despawn after quite a while so be careful.
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