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Let us know what you think! Text us!SPONSORED BY: TITAN SARMS, PRECISION WELLNESS GROUP, and THE SPECIAL FORCES FOUNDATIONIn this episode, Deny Caballero sits down with former Navy SEAL Zack Ferguson for a raw, vulnerable look at the realities behind the Trident. Zack shares his journey through BUD/S, the grit required to push through adversity, and the hidden struggles that followed—addiction, family challenges, identity loss, and the difficulty of transitioning out of the Teams. Together, they break down the importance of community, asking for help, and finding purpose after service. This conversation is a powerful reminder that even elite warriors are human—and healing starts with connection. 

The Time Riders: Part 8 A Date With Death. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Into the pit. Domitia was brought through the streets, which were lined with huge crowds watching her somberly. She was attended by at least twenty soldiers, who walked in silence around her. Accompanying them were her former sister Vestals and the Pontifex Maximus, one of the greatest priests in Rome and head of the state religion. It was he who ultimately was in charge of the Virgins, both choosing them and stripping them of their office if the need arose. He walked ahead of her, his face grave. Domitia wore a simple white tunic now, but all other signs of her former life were gone. Her magnificent braids were undone, and her brown hair hung down her back shamefully. The colors she'd been allowed to wear were missing. In times past, disgraced Virgins had been excoriated, possibly just beaten with a rod, but now, in the height of mighty Rome's power, the punishment was death, for endangering the city. But no one was insane enough to spill the blood of a Vestal Virgin, disgraced or not, so her execution was not so direct. She would be sent underground into a small chamber, with a stock of food and supplies, and locked in there until she starved to death, or succumbed to sickness. They weren't killing her, per se; she was merely shunned until she died. Such was the way of Imperial Rome. Her condemnation and pronouncement of her fate had already been declared, at the beginning of this long walk, meant to be a show of penitence before the face of all Rome. And as humiliated and crushed as she was, her foremost thought was about Bonosus, and his magnificent cock. Even now, being led through the streets, her cunt was wet and ached to feel him buried inside her. Before she knew it, they had arrived at their destination, a small area in the north of the city, with a plot dug into the ground. Stopping at its edge, she looked down inside; the walls were lined with wood, probably to prevent a collapse, and there seemed to be a small stool and a cot within. She heard hysterical sobbing from nearby, and turned her head to see her mother, her birth mother, Pompeneia, weeping from behind the barricade of guards and calling out to her. Domitia's heart ached for a moment, but then she turned her gaze back to the den prepared for her. Her fate was sealed. She glanced over to look at her sister Vestals, but they refused to look at her, staring ahead resolutely. She could see tears in dear Silla's eyes, though; she had hurt the Sisterhood badly, and this was how she was to pay for it. So be it. With all the dignity she could muster, Domitia swallowed her fear and stepped forward, turning and climbing down the ladder, descending roughly ten feet until she reached the earthen floor. There were small candles burning on some stone surfaces, allowing for dim light. She looked upward, and the last thing she saw was the face of the Pontifex Maximus looking down at her, his expression unreadable, before a heavy door was slammed down and locked, cutting off all light and all sound from above. She shuddered at the sound, her stomach twisting in knots. She knew that there was no way out. The door would be weighted, and guards set outside for weeks, to prevent anyone from trying to rescue her. Despite her fear, she looked around, noting the small amount of food supplies left for her, and a small, narrow hole dug in one corner where she was to relieve herself. It wouldn't do to have a Vestal Virgin stinking of shit, even a disgraced one, and even in death. The silence was almost terrifying. She slumped into the small chair left for her, shivering and biting her lip as she felt that her cunt was still wet, the sticky lips parting slightly as she spread her legs. Thoughts of Bonosus returned to her, and she couldn't help but reach down beneath her tunic and begin rubbing her fingers over herself. The fear she felt melted away as she tickled her throbbing clit and teased her warm nether lips. Domitia closed her eyes and sighed in pleasure. If she was to die in this hateful place, it would be while cumming, thinking of that magnificent cock, spurting inside her one last time; The wall opposite her creaked and opened, the stout wooden boards pulling away. Domitia almost yelped in shock, but she didn't stop playing with herself. She stared in astonishment as a tall blonde woman came inside, carrying a torch. Following her was Nanu, a slave-girl that Domitia would have sworn belonged to her parents. "Well, hello, Domitia," the blonde woman said, smiling at her. "I'm Lady Aurora Horatia, Bonosus' mistress. Are you ready to get out of here?" Domitia nodded, but then paused, reconsidering as her fingers plunged in and out of her molten cunt. "Can you; give me just a moment here?" the former Virgin asked sheepishly. Into the Arena. Mark winced and squinted as the great gate opened, allowing light to flood into the dark tunnel. The grinding and heaving of the gears that moved the iron-reinforced barriers echoed loudly, and his heart pounded in anxiety. He was almost hyperventilating, and he could feel the blood racing through his veins. Maybe taking the adrenalin tab he'd finally found stashed behind a loose brick wasn't such a good idea. And no instructions, either. He reminded himself to punch himself in the face when he saw himself again. Hey, at least he knew he survived. He felt himself shoved roughly out into the arena, looking around in bewilderment as tens of thousands of people all shouted and jeered at him. Part of the huge stadium was cast into shadow because of the giant canvas awning that covered a full third of its seating and the arena in the center. He thought it was called the Velarium, but he wasn't sure. The roaring noise of the crowds hurt his ears, and he felt dizzy. The tab's effects apparently hadn't evened out in him yet. Maybe he should have taken it earlier? Wearing his itchy burlap loincloth, a rope belt, sandals and nothing else, Mark wandered slowly toward the center of the sandy field, his cudgel in hand. The echoing sounds of the crowd were maddening, and he felt almost dizzy. What was the purpose of this damn tab, anyway? Guards approached him. His urge was to run, but where would he go? Trembling, he stood his ground and waited for them. One of them grabbed him roughly and spun him about to face something, shoving him to one knee. Mark gasped, but then looked up and paused. On the other side of the giant stadium, sitting in a shaded box, was a man wearing purple, surrounded by guards and other dignitaries. It had to be the Emperor. The most powerful man in the world. If only he knew which one it was. Maybe he could've gotten an autograph. He chuckled bitterly at his joke, but the guard holding him told him to shut up and slapped him across the back of the head. Mark's eyes snapped open and fury flared through him. He surged to his feet and his shoulder-block knocked the guard backwards, to the astonishment of the audience. The guard and another one nearby drew their weapons and were about to kill him, when trumpets blared from all around the perimeter of the Colosseum. Mark looked around warily, seeing the reaction of the crowds as the two guards withdrew. Drums sounded out now, and more trumpets. He looked over at the emperor, his eyes going wide as he noticed a familiar, stunning blonde woman in a seat next to him and watching Mark with a smirk. Kneeling beside her was Nanu. "Jesus, Becky, there's a million people in Rome; how many did you fuck?" he muttered, scowling. He heard the gates clanking open again and spun to face them, his heart racing again. From the dark tunnel strode a stout, bald man wearing leather armour on his shoulder and a metal-studded skirt, carrying a shield and wielding a small axe. "What is this, fetish night at the Colosseum?" Mark complained loudly as the man began to run toward him. Mark braced himself, watching warily. His earlier anxiety was being replaced by anger, and a desire to either flee or fight. He'd just trust to his adrenalin and hope that his future self knew what the Hell he was doing. The gladiator ran up and swung at Mark, who ducked and came up behind his foe. Before the man could turn, Mark struck him across the back of the head with his cudgel. The man crashed to the ground face-first. The crowd was yelling in outrage and astonishment. Apparently, that wasn't supposed to happen. The man showed no signs of rising, merely stirring feebly and groaning, a huge goose egg rising on the back of his head. Hastily, Mark leaned down and pulled the round wooden shield off the man's arm and pried the axe from his grip. He stood up, trying to control his breathing. His heart felt like it would burst out of his chest. He looked around, making sure no one was approaching him from any other direction, but nobody seemed to be forthcoming. Where was his next foe? It dawned on him that he hadn't been expected to last beyond this first fight. They were probably scrambling to figure out what to do next. Doubtless they'd be finding another gladiator to throw at him. He chanced a glance up at Becky, but she sat still, simply watching him. He didn't blame her; she was supposed to have turned on him, after all. He did notice that she was keeping one leg crossed over the other and bouncing her thighs subtly. Maybe the hormones weren't completely out of her system yet. Or it could have just been normal horny Becky. Who knew at this point? A few seconds later, the gates on another section of the concave wall that surrounded him opened slowly, and out strode a tall man, wearing only a loincloth like himself and greaves, but carrying a weighted net in one hand, and a trident in the other. "Trident!" Mark exclaimed to himself, remembering. "That's what those fucking things are called! Now I can; Hey!" Mark had gotten distracted and only barely jumped out of the way of the retiarius, who thrust his trident, trying to skewer his foe. Mark angrily struck at the man's head with his axe, but he raised the haft of the weapon to block and Mark's axe broke on it. The crowd cheered wildly as it saw what happened. Mark stared dumbly at the splintered handle of his weapon, the iron head missing entirely, having spun off to land in the dust several inconvenient feet away. "What the shit?" Mark shouted angrily as he dodged another attack, keeping his shield between himself and his enemy. The trident's tines glanced off the face of his shield, coming perilously close to ripping open his side. "You mean I can't kill anyone? I'm timelocked from killing someone, even if they're trying to kill me?" He dodged again and scrambled for his cudgel, lying next to the first man he'd knocked unconscious. The man he was fighting was quick, though, and lunged in, jamming his weapon forward and trying to impale Mark through his stomach with it. Mark blocked with the shield, shuddering in panic as he felt the tines burst through the wood and punch out the back side, dangerously close to his belly. But the trident was caught now, and now the two men wrestled back and forth desperately, with the retiarius trying to free his weapon and Mark doing everything he could to prevent that exact thing. Suddenly he realized that he was doing exactly the wrong thing, and simply let go of his shield. The gladiator now held his trident awkwardly, weighed down as it was by the shield embedded on it, and with no safe recourse to get it back. He flailed at Mark with the weighted edges of his net, threatening to break smaller bones if he got in too close. Mark dashed for the cudgel again, and this time his opponent couldn't quickly follow him. Mark picked it up and tried putting the man on the defensive, skirting around him, looking for an opening to strike. The man glared at him balefully, swinging the net if Mark got too close. He's not armored and he can't use his weapon; Mark reminded himself. He flung his cudgel at the gladiator's face and surged in while the man was trying to block the unexpected projectile. His trident was weighted down with Mark's shield, so he was using the net frantically to avoid being struck. Mark plowed into the man and took him down to the ground, using his advantage in height and weight. His foe wheezed as he landed hard on his back, beginning to thrash as Mark straddled his chest and pummeled at him. A lucky punch got through and Mark snapped his foe's head to the side with a right across the jaw. He went to sleep. The crowds were shouting again angrily as Mark stood, recovering his stupid club and taking the man's net, since the shield was wrecked, and the trident was no use since he apparently wasn't allowed to kill anyone. How did time lock know, anyway? He bent over, trying to control his breathing and his pulse. His head was spinning again from the anxiety. What the Hell was his future self thinking, leaving that damn tab to use? What sort of advantage and futuristic superpower was panic? You're pumping adrenalin; it makes runners faster, it makes them run longer; it makes people stronger in a crisis; He opened his eyes and stood, turning around and looking at the thousands upon thousands of people who hated him. Fuck those people. He turned and looked at the emperor and held the weighted net in the air, scowling at the sovereign. "That all you got, asshole?" he shouted, feeling himself get angrier and more aggressive with every moment. Becky could barely hear what Mark was yelling over the noise of the crowds, but she shifted somewhat uncomfortably when she felt the mood of the man next to her darken. "So that's how he wants to play it, hmm?" muttered the emperor, resting his cheek against his hand. "Uppity thing, this boy of yours, Lady Horatia." "Oh, he is no longer mine, great emperor; this behavior, reprehensible as it might be, is unknown to me. Please dispose of the upstart as you see fit," Becky replied, knowing better than to be perceived as defending Mark. "You can count on that, my lady;” he replied, nodding absently as he made some vague motion to a signaler. "If you will excuse me, sire, I must depart for a moment," Becky said, trying to not sound urgent. The emperor looked at her quizzically for a moment: "You would miss his doom?" She made a show of blushing: "His life and death mean nothing to me now, but all this excitement has undone me, sire. I must go and relieve myself, because it wouldn't do to piss myself in your presence." "Very well, then," he said, nodding. "But try to be back soon." Becky stood and bowed before exiting the emperor's spectator box, taking Nanu with her, pulling her along by the wrist. "My lady, is now a good time to see to such functions?" asked the Egyptian girl as she followed the blonde woman. "Is Bonosus not in great danger? I thought you meant to rescue him." "I can't rescue him sitting next to that pompous ass, now can I?" Becky hissed as she strode down one of the hallways. "And keep your voice down; I don't want people to know what we're doing." "Sorry, mistress," Nanu replied, blushing. She allowed herself to be dragged along for several seconds before asking her next question. "What are we doing, exactly?" "You'll see soon enough," Becky said grimly, her blue eyes flashing as she pushed through the throngs of people in the hallways that ran around the length of the Colosseum. "I hope you wore your cock-sucking lips today;” The huge man lumbered towards Mark; he was well over half a foot taller than Mark, and a whole lot heavier. Beneath his layer of fat, he was obviously muscular and very strong. He carried a shield in one hand, a wicked sword in the other. His loincloth was made of tough leather, covered in metal studs. His wide belt was also braced with metal. His right arm was protected from shoulder to wrist by a cauldron and gleaming steel plates. On his head was an intimidating helmet, the face mask looking like something out of "Mad Max: Fury Road," with a peaked top that sported what looked like a curved metal blade or sail. It looked like he was wearing a can opener on his head. "Fuck;” Mark whined to himself as he stood his ground, trying to figure out how he was going to keep from getting killed. He held his cudgel and his net, trying to look threatening, but the gorilla coming at him didn't seem to care. He jumped out of the way as the Samnite slashed with his sword. He tried to move in, but was sent flying backwards when the gladiator suddenly slammed the front of his shield into him. Landing on his back, Mark only had a split second to roll out of the way as the point of his foe's sword drove down into the dirt where'd he'd only just been. He kicked at the man's leg, but it held, and he scrambled away, looking to put some distance between them. "Hey, Jason Voorhies!" he called out, waving his club in the air. "Over here, candy-ass!" The gladiator turned his head to look at him while trying to wrench his blade from the hard-packed earth. He finally did so and stood upright, rolling his shoulders and striding forward again. He slashed with his blade, but Mark dodged once again and then threw his net over his foe. The Samnite got caught in it, but didn't go down, trying angrily to remove it. Mark jumped on his back and began hammering away with his stupid little club. The giant staggered about, flailing wildly to dislodge his smaller foe. The jeering from the crowd was punctuated with increasing amounts of laughter at this ridiculous spectacle. Mark hung on for dear life with one arm wrapped around the man, his other hand whacking away at the foe's helmet. But his own net was preventing the blows from being fully effective, despite the metallic ringing of his strikes. Unable to reach the pest on his back or use his weapons, the huge man simply fell backwards, hoping to crush Mark. It wasn't graceful, and it wasn't pretty, but it did stun Mark long enough to stop him from hitting his foe with his cudgel. "Oh fuck;” Mark wheezed as the Samnite rolled off him and struggled to get up while removing the netting. Mark slowly crawled away, shaking his head to stop the world from spinning. The jellied tissue that was once his lungs was on fire, and strained to get oxygen circulating through him. He heard his foe growl in frustration, and then he felt himself getting grabbed by the scruff of the neck and the back of his loincloth before being hauled completely off the ground; The crowd went wild as the gladiator threw Bonosus bodily to the ground, as if trying to crush his bones with the impact. He picked him up again and dashed him to the hard-packed earth, having given up on removing the net. Mark protected himself from the slams as best he could, but it wasn't helping much, given the strength of the man who was mauling him. The fourth time getting slammed to the ground was about Mark's limit, and the world had become nonsense around him; everything sounded like it was being played in drunken slow motion. His vision swam, and he really just wanted to take a damn nap. He shook his head trying to clear it, remembering that Becky had bought him time, so he'd best not waste it getting rag-dolled by this shit stain. While the Samnite was reaching down for him, Mark managed to roll onto his back and kicked up, hard, between the gladiator's legs. His foot found the man's crotch, and while the force of the blow was lessened by the net's interference, his foe still groaned, and his knees bent. Mark kicked again, and then once more, having finally staggered his foe. The man sank to his knees, holding his crotch. Mark couldn't see his face, but he was obviously in a great deal of pain. Mark staggered to his feet, ignoring the crowd's jeers and screams, focusing only on his foe. The gladiator was now protecting his crotch with his hands, so Mark couldn't kick him there, so he slammed the bottom of his foot into the larger man's chest, knocking him on his back, where he lay moaning. Mark stamped on his crotch for good measure. "Stop, dammit!" wailed the man. "Quit kicking me in the cock!" "Fuck you!" Mark spat, scowling. His chest was on fire and his entire body throbbed in pain. "You were trying to kill me, fuckface! Why should I give a shit what you think?" "I'll stop, I'll stop!" the man pleaded, writhing under the net and totally at Mark's mercy. "Just don't wreck my cock, I was gonna fuck tonight!" "Yeah, right," Mark sneered. "Who were you gonna fuck?" Mark spun as he heard an ululating war cry, and his eyes widened as he saw a woman running toward him, carrying a whip in one hand and a sword in the other. Her spiked hair was wet with blue woad paste, and her eyes were mad with battle lust. "Her;” the Samnite indicated. Becky and Nanu were both on their knees, mouths bobbing back and forth on the cocks of the men they had leaning back against the wall, groaning and pumping their hips. Neither of the men could believe their luck; they thought this would be another boring day for measly pay. From up here, they couldn't even see the action down in the arena well. Sulus and Catullus, two former merchant marines, were charged with keeping the Velarium in place during the spectacles. Their extensive experience with canvas sails made them ideal for this tedious but essential work. At least, that's what they were told, despite the thirty asses a day they received proclaiming otherwise. So imagine their good fortune and delight when this patrician woman and her slave-girl happened to wander on up, espy the two men, and offer to suck their cocks, without even charging them anything! Talk about Saturnalia in Quintilis! Nanu moaned as she swirled her tongue around the head of the cock she was sucking on, holding it by the base of the shaft, her eyes closed. This seemed like an odd time to be doing something like this, but Lady Aurora had been quite firm that it was part of the plan. So be it. Besides, that strange little patch her new mistress had affixed to the skin under her arm was making her so horny right now. Kneeling beside the slave, Becky's free hand reached out and took hold of Nanu's, giving it a squeeze. They continued pushing their wet mouths along the lengths of the throbbing shafts, both girls getting wetter and more aroused with each passing moment. Nanu pulled her mouth off the cock for a moment, sucking in air and breathing heavily as she massaged it with her tiny hand. Her face was flushed as she looked over at her new mistress, her eyes glazed with desire. Becky nodded her assent. Nanu stood quickly and lifted the long trails of her garment, exposing her ass and cunt to the man she'd been servicing. She turned around and leaned back against him, squirming her ass against his cock, making him moan loudly. With great need, she grabbed hold of his tool and speared herself down on it, sighing loudly before beginning to wiggle back and forth on him, shivering as he slid in and out of her. Becky rose to her feet soon after, moving around to face Nanu and leaning forward, with her hands on the slave-girl's shoulders and looking into her eyes. The marine got behind Becky and gripped her hips, pushing inside her. Becky moaned into Nanu's mouth as she kissed her, their tongues tangling hungrily while their tits squirmed and rubbed together. The men held tight and fucked the two women as hard as they could, looking to cum as quickly as possible. Hips smacked against asses and moans grew louder. Becky and Nanu now panted through an open-mouthed kiss, their hands groping one another in need. The Egyptian girl pressed back as hard as she could on the cock she was impaled on, while Becky ground in eager circles, yearning for release. Seconds later they were wailing into one another's mouths, shuddering in ecstasy as the men groaned and began pumping cum inside their wanton pussies. Becky and Nanu were relentless, milking the men for all they were worth, until they slumped to the stone floor, almost insensate from the orgasms these strange women had given them. Straddling the marines now, and facing into one another, Becky and Nanu continued kissing and fondling, even as they moved slowly up and down on the rigid poles they'd been fucking. "Umm, mistress;” Nanu said dreamily, lost in Becky's blue eyes. "I know, my love," Becky murmured, giving Nanu many light kisses on the lips, as if she was unable to help herself. "But we must; smooch; get ready to; do our part; smooch; and rescue Mark;” Nanu pulled back from the kiss and looked up in confusion. "Mark?" "Bonosus," Becky corrected herself, waving it off. "I'll explain later. Now help me get ready;” The crowd was howling with laughter as Mark ran around the arena in a panic, chased by the gladiatrix, who cracked her whip at him, screeching for him to get his ass back there so she could kick it. Mark didn't need oppositional defiance disorder to ignore her demands. The tip of that whip was cracking awfully close behind him. The Samnite he'd downed earlier grunted and flopped down again as Mark stamped on his back while running over him. "Don't try to get up, asshole, you promised!" Mark shouted angrily. "If you do, I don't care if she's trying to kill me, I'll come over there and kick you in the balls so hard you'll be spitting them out!" "Okay! Okay!" the man shouted back, lying on his stomach and waiting. "But I hope she catches you and rips your skin off to wear as a cloak!" "Oh, go sit on a Doric column!" Mark grumbled, deking to the left to try to throw her off. At this point, the crowd was chanting something, what he could only Assume Was Her Name "Achilleia! Achilleia!" "What is that, Latin for Psycho Hose-Beast?" Mark complained loudly, noticing that he had not gained any ground on his foe. He only had the stupid cudgel, whereas she had a wicked sword and a goddam whip. He had the distinct impression he couldn't tire her; she had the look of a woman on a murder mission; her eyes were wild with bloodlust, the scream escaping her lips singing of his gory doom. "She's the greatest female gladiator in Rome!" called out the Samnite, still watching from his confines beneath the net. "She's been more than a match for many men who have fought her!" "Singing my praises doesn't get you more cunt than normal, Rullus!" Achilleia snapped, still chasing her quarry. Gods, this slave could run! Pity she had to kill him, he was well-built and had a great ass! She pressed harder, now swiping with her sword, since using her whip slowed her down some. Like most gladiators, she was wearing little armour, only leather greaves, a leather loincloth, an abbreviated leather cuirass that exposed her midriff but held her tits in place, and a leather cauldron and brace on one arm. A steel fillet around her forehead glittered with glass beads, off-setting her wild blue death-hawk hair. She whooped in triumph as the tip of her sword tore open the back of his loincloth and it fell away, leaving Mark completely exposed as he fled for his life. The crowd was laughing hysterically again. "Dammit, I hate freeballing when I'm running!" he shouted angrily, grimacing as his balls slapped around his thighs. "You have no idea how uncomfortable this is!" "Stop running then, coward!" Achilleia taunted, enjoying the view even as she tried to kill him. "I only offer the bliss of death! One red kiss of my blade across your throat, slave, and you; Off!" Done with running, Mark stopped very suddenly and braced himself, hunkering down so that Achilleia plowed into him, completely unprepared. She staggered backward and Mark whirled and grappled onto her, preventing her from using her weapons. The gladiatrix snarled and tried to knee him in the crotch, but he kept his legs judiciously in the way. They tottered and staggered about, vying for control, until they tripped over the Samnite, who was helpless to avoid them. "Oh Fuck!" he wheezed as they landed on him and then rolled off, still tussling. "Welcome to my world, dickface!" Mark shouted back at him, still wrestling with Achilleia, who meant to murder him repeatedly. Out of desperation, and with the effects of the tab still coursing through his blood, he picked her up bodily and threw her to the ground, her sword clattering away. He dropped to his knees instantly, smacking her in the face with his scrotum. "Teabag!" he shouted before whirling around and grappling onto her, trying to subdue her. He hated the thought of punching a woman, but she was trying to eviscerate him, so an exception might be in order. Achilleia was a veteran of the gladiator pits, however, and not so easily dealt with. She recovered and thrashed around, screeching and trying to claw her foe's eyes out. He swatted the whip from her hands before she could strike him with it. Mark found her increasingly difficult to manage, using his weight on top of her body to keep her in place. That plan went south, however, when she wrapped her legs around his waist and began rocking back and forth, until she was on top. They rolled around in the dust while the crowd went insane. Mark had her arms gripped tightly, out to the sides, which forced her body down closer to his. The wild look in her eyes chilled his blood, and she tried to bite his neck repeatedly, to tear his throat out. He countered frantically by using his head to shove hers away from his tender skin, and the result must have looked ridiculous, the two of them pushing and sparring with their heads. "Gurr, let; me; kill; you!" Achilleia hissed, struggling to maintain her balance over her stronger foe. "I'll make it quick, I promise!" "It'll feel good, I promise!" Mark sneered, butting the side of her head to knock it away. "Why would I make this easy for you?" "Gonna; rip you; a new;” Achilleia strained, pushing down harder. She then paused, her eyes going wide with shock. "What; gods, do you have a hard-on?" Mark used the momentary pause to roll her over, her arms pinned beside her head. Achilleia's eyes were still wide as she goggled up at him. Unfortunately, yes, he was hard again. Either he was developing some sort of danger fetish, or the hormones weren't quite as out of his system as he thought. They struggled and thrashed, with the look of shock on Achilleia's face becoming one of irritation, then a weird determination. She wasn't fighting about so much, and she seemed to be pushing with her hips, almost pumping with them. She glared and bit her lip. The roaring of the crowds was slowly abating as they watched the proceedings on the arena floor. What was happening? Seconds ago, the gladiatrix had been trying to kill the slave, now they were; what were they doing? Mark kept her pinned beneath him, and couldn't help but join her in squirming as they glared into one another's eyes. Achilleia was undulating her hips now, her upper body virtually motionless. Mark grimaced at the feel of the toughened leather around her middle grinding on his hard-on. "Dammit;” Achilleia growled. "Let go of my god-rotting hand so I can move my loincloth!" Mark took a chance and let go of one of her hands. It flashed down and pulled aside the leather garment before taking hold of his hard cock and guiding it to her entrance. Without another thought, Mark pushed down, deep inside her. Achilleia wailed loudly and wrapped her legs around his waist again, pulling him in deeper still. The entire Colosseum throng had gone silent as the spectators stared, stunned by what they were witnessing. All that could be heard, echoing through the giant stadium, was Achilleia's cries of pleasure. Was this really happening? "Achilleia? What the Hell?" the Samnite yelled in outrage, his girlfriend getting fucked by Rome's most hated slave mere feet away from him. "Shut up, Rullus, he's fucking huge!" Achilleia shouted back, pumping her hips wildly against Mark. The gladiator did as he was told and simply sulked, turning his head to look elsewhere. The emperor watched out stonily, not at all impressed with the turn of events his grand spectacle for the people had taken. He'd heard of the blasphemy this upstart slave had committed, and this was supposed to be a damnation of a great sin. Now it was another blasphemy. And where the Hell was Lady Aurora? He napped his fingers and one of his servants leaned in close, to see what his master wanted. "Have them all killed;” growled the emperor, determined to save face somehow. Mark thrust harder and harder, while Achilleia yelped and bucked beneath him, holding onto his back and with her legs still wrapped around his back. Nearby, Rullus was resting his helmeted head on his hand and rapping his fingers against the packed earth, trying to look bored. Not difficult for a man tangled inside a net. "Any time, you two;” he grumbled. "Oh, cram it, Linzer-head," Mark spat. "Say one more thing and I'll fuck her ass next!" "Oh!" Achilleia wailed, grinding and thrusting against Mark desperately. "I'm gonna; I ‘ Then she seized up and pushed up with all her strength, clenching her teeth so hard they might have cracked. As Rome watched on in stunned silence, the gladiatrix shrieked to the gods and came, hard. Mark shuddered and groaned, pumping profuse amounts of cum deep inside her clenching cunt. He thrust madly, emptying himself into her. Finally, they were both spent. Achilleia lay still beneath him, her chest rising and falling, skin glistening with sweat. Mark, exhausted, rested his forehead against her shoulder, too tired to defend himself if she tried to kill him now. Fortunately, his death was the farthest thing from her mind. Seconds of silence passed, before the thousands of spectators in the stands erupted into a wave of cheers and catcalls. Mark smiled and chuckled tiredly. "That can't be good;” he mused. "Nope," she agreed, sighing and biting on a knuckle as the last of the orgasm pulsed through her. "After that, they're certainly going to kill us. All of us. It doesn't matter; I would have died in the arena eventually. At least this way, I died with a cock in me and cumming hard." "Don't be so certain about that;” Mark replied, finally looking up and seeing all the gates opening and dozens of legionaries rushing toward them, spears at the ready. "Ah, I don't like this!" Nanu whined as she shimmied out along one of the corbels that held the vast awning in place. She held on like grim death as she edged forward, a small but sharp knife in one hand. "You can do it, my love," Becky said encouragingly, watching from their original position where they'd fucked the two marines. Both men were still snoozing, but she had tied their hands and feet for extra security. She would have done Nanu's job herself, but she was taller and heavier than the Egyptian girl, who stood a much better chance of succeeding than she did without snapping the braces or corbels. "Look straight ahead and ignore the sounds below." So of course, Nanu looked down. "He's fucking!" she hissed, her eyes narrowing. "He's fucking the gladiatrix that's supposed to be killing him! I may kill him! He doesn't need saving, I do!" "Nanu, focus!" Becky insisted. "Get to your position and await my signal." "Yes, mistress;” sighed the slave-girl sullenly. Once in position, Nanu held on tight, trying not to think about the dizzying heights she was suspended from. Everyone seemed like ants far below her. Except for Bonosus and his whore of a gladiator; she could see them very clearly, to the place where she could make out his throbbing cock as it thrust in and out of her unworthy cunt. He had a lot of explaining to do when this was over. The crowd was watching in stunned silence, unable to believe what they were seeing. But then Becky and Nanu heard the gladiatrix wailing as she came. Bonosus' groans of pleasure burned in Nanu's ears, while Becky just rolled her eyes, sighed and tapped her foot impatiently. Thunderous cheers erupted from the crowd; they'd come for blood and been rewarded with live pornography! Nanu was scowling still, when she noticed the gates opening and legionaries pouring out of them, converging on the five figures in the center of the arena. "Mistress;” Nanu said nervously, her anxiety for Bonosus' well-being overcoming her jealousy. "Now, Nanu!" Becky yelled, making sure her slave could hear her. She was already working frantically to cut through the thick ropes in one of the giant pulleys that moved the Velarium into position. Nanu, meanwhile, was sawing at the edge of the rope that held the corbel she was on in place. She gritted her teeth as she watched the steel knife bite through the thick fiber cable until finally it snapped free. The rope whipped about as it unraveled, causing a cascade of loosening canvas across the broad length of the famed awning. Becky, meanwhile, finished cutting through the rope in the giant pulley she'd selected, dodging hastily as it snapped and flailed about before spinning away. The giant canvas sheets comprising the Velarium buckled and gave way, while the corbels and rope masts retracted rapidly. "Mistress!" Nanu keened, holding on like grim death as the corbel she was on, no longer held in place by the giant ropes, snapped back toward the solid stone walls of the Colosseum. "Jump, Nanu!" Becky called out, standing on the edge of the wall and holding her arms out. "I'll catch you! Trust mistress!" Nanu squeezed her eyes shut and jumped; Becky wheezed as she caught the flying girl, tumbling to the floor with her and holding her tight. Nanu was shivering in her grasp, so Becky just held her for a few seconds and caressed her raven hair. The slave-girl looked up at her savior and nodded, so Becky stood them up, listening to the shrieks of panic as the Velarium floated down relentlessly. "Teamwork, Nanu!" she said excitedly as they stood. "Let's see what happens next!" In the Arena. Mark faced one direction warily, while Rullus and Achilleia stood behind him, squaring off against other legionaries who were closing in. The original gladiator and the retiarius were also conscious and now stood with them, brandishing what weapons they could. Mark felt silly sporting only his cudgel, but it seemed dumb to not let the gladiators have the weapons they were trained with. His cock was still hard, and leaking cum from the tip. He saw Achilleia slowly turning her head to look down at it longingly. "Eyes front, Achilleia!" he snapped, not in the mood to die. She returned to glaring balefully at the encroaching soldiers. There must have been a hundred of the legionaries. That was twenty-to-one odds. He decided to not mention that to his enemies-turned-allies, since he wasn't sure if they understood ratios in any event. If their math was as poor as their hygiene, why bother? "When I thought I'd die in the emperor's sight, this isn't how I pictured it," Rullus growled, brandishing his sword. "I hadn't envisioned dying for that cocksucker at all," Achilleia replied, spitting in contempt at the foes in front of her. "Damned if I'm gonna give him the satisfaction of a clean kill. People will remember this day, to his embarrassment!" The legionaries advanced, the circle tightening. They were protected by their large scutum body shields, and their spears pointed threateningly at the little rebel group. Mark wasn't sure what good he would do here, since he was armed with a club smaller than his dick, and he was the only untrained gladiator. But then he noticed rippling movement above, looked up and grinned. The velarium became dislodged from its moorings and like a vast sail or flag, began floating down over the stadium. People noticed, began screeching in panic, and stampeding. "Right on, Becks;” he said with satisfaction as his day began to look up. The emperor looked up, scowling as he saw the giant canvas sheet descending, fluttering menacingly as it enveloped the upper levels of seating. Panic ensued, with people scampering around pell-mell, trying to escape. "I really hate the gods;” he thought darkly as the canvas touched down around him and everything went to shit. Becky, standing on the edge of the wall and looking down over the chaos and mayhem she had caused, with tens of thousands thrown into panic, cackled gaily and clapped her hands before yanking down her top to expose her tits and holding her arms wide and yelling loudly across her kingdom of madness. "Are you not entertained?" she shouted, reveling in her triumph. God, she'd always wanted to use that line. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!" Mark shouted as he and his new allies raced down the hallway, shooing everyone in front of him. "Faster, if you wanna live!" The legionaries had forgotten all about the little group of rebels once the madness ensued, racing toward the emperor to rescue him. Mark used the opportunity to escape, bringing his former foes with him. He wasn't terribly interested in seeing them die, and they might prove very useful in getting out of here in one piece. Rullus had led them through a small, little-known door in the wall of the arena, one used generally only by pit masters to monitor the proceedings. His titan frame barely fit in it, but he led the way dutifully. "Where are we going?" Achillea asked, happy to be escaping, but at least wanting to know what the plan was. She had her whip and her sword in hand again. "The most convenient, flat and open space you know of beneath the Colosseum," Mark replied, hurrying along behind her. "A place almost no one knows about or uses." "One of the old training spaces," grunted Rullus. "It hasn't been used in years. Follow me!" Their course took them deeper beneath the stadium, through winding halls and narrow corridors and staircases. They finally reached a wide chamber, in the middle of which stood Becky, Nanu and Domitia. The former Vestal and the slave-girl seemed stunned to see the small party approaching, and the gladiators gaped as Lady Aurora and her slave ran into one another's arms, kissing deeply and feverishly, speaking in some unknown tongue. "Right!" Mark said, finally disengaging from Becky's tongue as he looked around, eyes flashing with determination. "I know this is going to sound weird, but I need you all to trust me. We're going to get you out of here, as quickly as we can." "How?" asked the Retiarius, looking about warily. "They'll find us eventually!" "I know, and what I'm going to say will sound like magic, but just run with it, okay?" Mark replied, walking over to the Holmes Field Device, which Becky had been kind enough to retrieve. He wasn't sure how, but she was better with this temporal shit than he was. And they trusted one another by now. "This contraption will get us out of here, but it's not big enough for all of us at once. I'm gonna take Lady Aurora and Domitia first, then come back for a few more, then the last load." Rullus nodded: "You spared my life, and I entrust you with it. Achilleia and I will go last, holding the room if the enemy comes." "Oh, Rullus;” Achilleia sighed, looking up at the hulking gladiator, her expression a dreamy one, before she suddenly scowled and smacked him on the back of his helmeted head. "You romantic asshole." Mark left them to argue while he hustled Becky and Domitia onto the platform, which was already switched on, lights and readings blinking around the surface. Becky swatted Domitia's hand as she tried to touch a dial. "You know where we're going?" he asked, hoping she had a better handle on this than he did. She nodded, smiling. "Leave it to me, Mark. I think you'll like this solution;” The climate was certainly a change from that of Rome, but it was also a pleasant experience in its own right. The city around them, built of red brick, sandy-colored stone, and studded with stately palm trees, reminded Mark of eastern cities in every movie he'd ever seen. Beyond the walls stretched endless expanses of desert, in which the city stood as a shining jewel in a vast sea of scorching sand. He didn't know why Becky knew to park the machine where she did, but he also knew she had figured out how to use his Holmes Field Device on her own, so he wasn't questioning it. Safe from prying eyes, and after two more trips back to the Colosseum to gather the other rebels, Mark now found himself in an ancient temple in the shape of a ziggurat, with priestesses standing in front of them and bowing. Unlike the Vestals, the white garments of these priestesses were delightfully spare, exposing more than it covered. "Lady Aurora Horatia," one of them said humbly. "Your timing is fortuitous, and we gladly accept your offer. Domitia will be given a new life as a priestess of Nanaya, or as she is known in your tongue, Suadela." The priestesses all walked up to Domitia and kissed her, welcoming her into their sisterhood. The former Vestal shed tears, not in sorrow, but because she had a new beginning. Nanaya, as the goddess was known in this far-flung province, was an ancient Sumerian goddess of sensuality and lust. When the Romans had conquered the land, they readily identified her with Suadela, to keep the peace. The priestess smiled at Mark and Becky again. "And for your generous donation of gold, we will take on your four friends here, to guard our temple, as the garrison makes no effort to do so. They are now, in their own way, lifelong servants and devotees of the goddess." The four gladiators beamed proudly. Since serving Nanaya, even as guardians of her temple, meant food, lodging and getting laid by her harlot-priestesses, they were more than amenable to the idea. "Lady Aurora," Domitia intoned, taking Becky's hands in hers and smiling slyly. "Will you consent to Bonosus and yourself being the first to receive my blessings as a priestess of Nanaya?" "I wouldn't have it any other way, my dear;” Becky purred, pulling Domitia into her arms and kissing her deeply. A small villa in Roman Italy; Mark sipped wine from a goblet while Becky lay nearby on a couch, wearing nothing while Nanu sat on a small stool and massaged her feet. The sultry afternoon suited everyone, and they were finally at peace. "Helluva trip, Becks," Mark mused, draining his glass and then pouring more for himself. "You've gotten really good with the Holmes Field Device now. I seriously thought it was me who left the adrenalin tab for my discovery under the Colosseum, but it was actually you." "Sorry to scare you there," Becky sighed, as Nanu worked on her toes individually, sometimes even kissing them as she rubbed oil into them. "I found them in our tab supply, and thought it was our best bet. I just jumped behind a few hours when no one was around and stashed them in that cell for you." "So it wasn't even me coming back from the future to save myself," Mark chuckled. "Here I was so confident that I'd lived, that I couldn't be killed because future-self was looking out for me, but no, it was current you. So I could've been killed at any point, even if time lock kept me from killing anyone else." "It was a little bit messy, but you did survive, and that's what counts." Becky pointed out, caressing one of her tits lazily while enjoying Nanu's exquisite touch. "So what're we gonna do with her?" Mark asked, referencing the Egyptian slave-girl. Nanu had gotten used to her mistress and her manservant speaking in this weird, harsh language, and thought nothing of it anymore; when they needed her, they spoke Latin or her own tongue to her. Becky sighed contentedly and puddled further into the couch. Nanu's foot massages were utter bliss. "I was considering letting her stay here, and simply look after this little villa I bought for me. Whenever we visited, we'd just come back as close to the time we left as possible, but I have no idea if we could guarantee time snarls not getting in the way. So I'm bringing her home with me." Mark raised an eyebrow. "That a good idea? Or even possible?" Becky shrugged. "If she can't be brought with us, the Holmes Field Device won't work, right? So we care for her here. If it does allow it, I'll keep her with me in my house and teach her about her new world. I'll just say she's a foreign student bunking with me." "Literally, I might add." Mark quipped, holding up his goblet and winking. "Oh, you," Becky giggled while Nanu shed her clothes and crawled over Becky, straddling her hips and beginning to squirm their pussies together slowly. "I don't think she's gonna give up on the notion of being my slave-girl any time soon; it seems to make her feel safe. If she asks about you as a slave, I'll say I freed you." "Well, I was pretty enslaved to you for a while there," Mark chuckled. "Funny, I remember being so in love with you while those tabs were in effect, and I remember it fondly. But at this point, I'm just back to feeling like you're my dear friend, and I love you, just not in love any more, ya' know?" Becky sighed and nodded as she placed her hands gently on Nanu's tits and caressed them while undulating beneath the slave-girl. "I know what you mean. Talk about exhilarating, right? We should do that again at some point, just for funsies." "I'm in," Mark agreed, as his cock hardened from watching the two girls make love. He put down his wine, stood up and moved in behind them, kneeling at the bottom of the couch and sinking his cock deep inside Becky, making her moan as he started to slide in and out of her. "And what about our other acquisitions?" he asked, caressing and squeezing Nanu's ass while he fucked his Physics teacher. "Uh, the clothes we'll keep at my place, for future use," she breathed, loving the feel of Nanu's moist cunt on hers while Mark fucked deeply. She felt Nanu shiver and gasp as Mark pulled out of her and pushed into the slave-girl. "And I bought those big amphorae of Falernian wine, there's twenty-six liters in each. We'll bury them where we know nature has never been disturbed back in our time, and then retrieve them. Voila, Roman wine for dinner every night." "I'm gonna have fun explaining that to my parents;” Mark chuckled as he slid back into Becky, making her cry out. Dinner with Family. Dhallyla stared at the liquid in her glass in wonder while her family sat at the table for dinner. It was quite unlike anything she'd ever tasted before. "Mark, what; what did you say this was called again?" she asked. He shrugged as he ate. "It's a Roman-style wine, called Falernian. Lots of people are recreating ancient alcohol recipes now, so I thought we'd give this a shot. Pretty nice, hmm?" "Very strong," his sister Roxy rasped as she put down her wine glass and made a bit of a face. "Very, very strong." "That's why the Romans and Greeks mixed their wine with water," he chuckled. "Some Roman talked about not being able to bring an open flame near wine because it could catch fire. So I mixed it with water, like the instructions said. Sorry if it's still strong." "Where did you get this again?" his father asked. "Ren Faire," he said easily. "All sorts of brewers and people showing off their wine and beer skills these days at them, so I thought I'd give it a shot, ya' know? Bought a couple of bottles." "It's certainly different, but I can grow to like it," his mother mused. "Make sure you get more before we run out." "I can do that," Mark replied cheerfully. Later that night, he was sitting at his desk in his room, surfing for eras to visit during their next adventure, when the door to his room clicked shut. He turned his head to see his sister leaning back against the door, looking at him pointedly. "Something I can do for you, Rox?" he asked plainly, keeping his eyes on his research. "Now that you mention it, yeah," she said, folding her arms and wearing that insufferable smirk of hers. She never stopped reminding him who the elder sibling was. "So I did some looking around online, and there hasn't been a Ren Faire within five hundred miles of us in the last six months." Mark paused in his surfing and slowly turned to look at his sister. "So," she said, walking slowly toward him. "I figure it's about time you told me what the Hell is really going on;” Loose ends, scores to settle, a moral quandaries abound! It's Your Own Fault You Snooped! Mark didn't speak for several seconds, trying his best to not gape at Roxy. She'd always been somewhat suspicious of him when he did just about anything, but the fact that she'd done actual research this time was something new. She had played her hand, and he was cornered. But still, he found himself not sure what to say. "Well, c'mon, you little trouser snake," moving away from the door and sauntering toward him. She could tell she'd caught him dead to rights about something, but now she needed to find out what it was. "Ya' might as well 'fess up, because I somehow doubt you want mom and dad to know what you're up to." The mere thought brought a shiver to Mark and left a cold sweat on his brow. He swallowed, trying not to panic. Roxy had less mercy in a sibling confrontation than Mike Tyson had in the ring. He thought of the number of times she'd beaten his ass for tattling on her when they were younger, and how she'd always get some brutal form of revenge he was unlikely to forget. And he dreaded the thought of how she could screw this up for him. "I'm almost not wanting to find out, at least for a while, because watching your mind flop around in panic is kinda fun," she said, smirking as she stopped in front of him and leaned forward. "But I need to make a decision about whether the 'rents oughta know, so let's speed this up, okay?" She then turned and sat on the edge of his bed, leaning back on her hands, one leg crossed over the other as she looked at him pointedly. "Spill it, little brother." His mind raced. What could he tell her? She'd caught him in a flat-out lie that he had acquired his Falernian wine from a Ren Faire, and had no doubt pieced together that his other recent exotic acquisitions were likewise not from where he'd claimed. So what were her suspicions? She no doubt was assuming, quite reasonably, that he was involved in some illicit activity that

Companiile rusești Lukoil și Rosneft ar trebui să își vândă activele pe care le au în diverse țări. Este condiția impusă la sfârșitul lunii octombrie a.c. de SUA, intenția sancțiunii fiind ca firmele din domeniul energetic, cele mai mari din Rusia, să nu mai poată finanța efortul de război. Timpul este scurt. Într-o săptămână ar trebui găsite soluțiile, dacă termenul sancțiunii nu va fi prelungit. Unii experți interpretează ofertele de vânzare ca niște chilipiruri, dar în cazul Lukoil, companie care este prezentă și în România și deci mai interesantă și pentru piața locală, situația este complicată. Cu această ocazie, putem vedea cât de extinsă este activitatea Lukoil în lume. Compania fondată în anul 1991, al doilea producător rusesc de petrol după Rosneft, este o companie integrată, care include întregul lanț de valoare, de la explorare și exploatare, până la rafinare și distribuție. În Africa, Lukoil este foarte prezentă în domeniul petrolului și gazelor naturale. În Camerun, compania rusească deține o treime dintr-un important perimetru de gaze din zona offshore. În Egipt, Lukoil operează două câmpuri de gaze. De asemenea, compania rusească are exploatații energetice în Nigeria și Ghana, iar din Congo obține gaz natural lichefiat. Se poate spune că Lukoil a fost bine primită în statele africane bogate în resurse energetice. De fapt, este o strategie a companiei rusești care după anul 2022 și-a extins operațiunile în Africa tocmai pentru a încerca să își diversifice zonele geografice în care este prezentă și sursele de obținere a veniturilor. Calculul a fost ca afacerile în scădere din Europa să fie compensate prin creșterea pe alte piețe. Retragerea Lukoil din Africa, dacă se va întâmpla, creează o oportunitate pentru companiile europene, în special de gaze naturale. Începând cu anul viitor, statelor europene li se interzice să încheie noi contracte de aprovizionare cu gaze din Rusia, iar contractele de lungă durată se mai pot derula până la 1 ianuarie 2028. Pentru europeni, retragerea Lukoil din Africa are o miză dublă: pe de o parte, se poate asigura o zonă de asigurare alternativă, importantă în contextul în care Uniunea Europeană vrea să reducă la minimum aprovizionarea cu materii prime energetice din Rusia. Pe de altă parte, companiile europene vor avea oportunitatea să achiziționeze participații la proiectele energetice din Africa și să exploateze unele resurse alături de parteneri locali. Că firmele europene vor folosi sau nu această șansă rămâne de văzut. Deocamdată, de activele deținute de Lukoil în Africa sunt interesați mulți investitori. Să ajungem în România. Lukoil are o rafinărie cu o cotă de piață de 20%, un număr de 320 de benzinării, care dețin o cotă de piață de 10% și o participație de 87% din perimetrul offshore Trident, restul aparținând Romgaz. Într-o analiză publicată în revista NewMoney, avocata Oana Ijdelea, specializată în domeniul energetic, arată că Lukoil România este doar o verigă într-un lanț complex, cu structuri de proprietate încrucișate, vehiculate prin firme din Elveția, Cipru și Olanda. Concluzia: este greu de spus ce ar cumpăra un eventual investitor, cu atât mai mult statul român existând riscul ca operațiunile comerciale să continue nestingherite, dar sub altă formă. Fără îndoială, miza cea mai mare a activelor Lukoil în România este participația la perimetrul Trident, un zăcământ estimat la 30 miliarde de metri cubi de gaze. Marea întrebare este la ce preț s-ar putea răscumpăra investiția de până acum a Lukoil știind că plata efectuată de Romgaz către Exxon a stârnit multe controverse. Statul român ar putea să se implice în cazul Lukoil printr-o preluare a companiei, fie prin administrare temporară, fie printr-o „naționalizare tehnică”, după cum explică Oana Ijdelea. În concluzie, sunt multe variante de luat în calcul și multe neclarități.

Never Quit: How an Underdog Navy SEAL Redefined Mental Toughness What does it take to push past pain, failure, and fear? In this episode, former Navy SEAL David Brown shares his incredible journey from a 5'3", 110-pound kid from coal country to one of America's elite warriors. Against all odds, David earned his Trident, served around the world, and went on to lead major federal investigations. He opens up about the mindset that got him through SEAL training—twice—the lessons that shaped his resilience, and how to overcome life's toughest battles. This is a raw, inspiring conversation about grit, mindset, and never giving up when the world says you can't.

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In this episode of Warriors Unmasked, host Chuck welcomes Dr. Tony Dice, a Navy SEAL veteran, therapist, paramedic, and author, to discuss his incredible life journey. Dr. Dice shares his experiences growing up, his drive to join the military, and his struggles with addiction post-service. He reflects on the challenges of transitioning back to civilian life, his battles with substance abuse, and the key moments that led him to seek help and ultimately achieve sobriety. Dr. Dice elaborates on his holistic change model and his current efforts to support veterans, first responders, and law enforcement through his company, Bishop and Dice Defense. He emphasizes the importance of connection in overcoming addiction and offers heartfelt advice to those still struggling. Discover Dr. Dice's inspiring story of transformation and service in this compelling episode. You'll Hear About Dr. Tony Dice's journey from Navy SEAL to therapist and recovery advocate The battles of addiction, recovery, and rebuilding after hitting rock bottom How vulnerability and connection became his keys to healing The creation of his Holistic Change Model for veterans and first responders Guest Bio Dr. Tony Dice is the CEO of Bishop & Dice Defense LLC, empowering veterans, law enforcement, and first responders through tactical and mental health training. A former Navy SEAL, therapist, and firefighter, he's lived both chaos and transformation, overcoming addiction to rebuild his life on truth and service. His memoir, After the Trident, shares his journey and the Holistic Change Model he created to help others heal and thrive. Chapters 00:00 Introduction and Welcome 00:52 Dr. Tony Dice's Early Life and Military Inspiration 03:07 Journey to Becoming a Navy SEAL 05:29 The Price of Service and Transition Challenges 10:51 Struggles with Addiction and Recklessness 17:24 Hitting Rock Bottom 19:06 A Turning Point: Realizing the Need for Change 20:03 First Days in Rehab: Struggles and Realizations 20:48 The Fight to Stay in Rehab 22:33 Embracing Vulnerability and Connection 27:17 Life After Rehab: Achievements and Reflections 37:38 A Message of Hope and Connection   Chuck's Challenge This week, focus on discipline and connection. Strengthen your daily habits and lean into your support system, because real growth happens when consistency meets community.   Connect with Dr. Tony Dice Website: https://bishopdicedefense.com/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/robert.dice.5 Connect with Chuck Check out the website: https://www.thecompassionateconnection.com/ Linked In: https://www.linkedin.com/in/chuck-thuss-a9aa044/ Follow on Instagram: @warriorsunmasked Join the Warriors Unmasked community by subscribing to the show. Together, we're breaking stigmas and shining a light on mental health, one story at a time.

Hello and welcome to Front End Chatter, Britain's Best Biking Podcast presented by 'Fox Mulder' Hargreaves and 'Dana Scully' Fitz-Gibbons – because, spookily, this is FEC Episode 218; exactly the same number of episodes as TV's The X-Files. Except it's not spooky at all because it's not a coincidence. It's inevitable there's a TV show with exactly 218 episodes, and it's the X-Files; if we waited until FEC 219 to make the connection, it would be the same number of episodes as the original ABC run of the American improvisational comedy series Whose Line Is It Anyway? Insert your own joke here.  And thanks as always to our benevolent benefactors Bennetts, Britain's Best Bike insurers, and bikesocial.co.uk, the website/YouTube channel for all your biking needs. And remember to become a BikeSocial Member – it's automatic if you're insured with Bennetts, or it's £60 per year or £6 per month if not. But it means you get access to loads of competitions, offers and money-off deals on a veritable panoply of kit – basically, if you're thinking of buying anything for your bike, check to see if it's on the list; you might be able to save more than the cost of membership. For a list of current offers and discounts, visit rewards.bennetts.co.uk/categories Right, on with the show, and this week Simon and Martin natter about: • Triumph's new Trident 800 • Ducati's new Monster • Kawasaki's new KLE500 • Honda's new CB1000F • Yamaha's new Ténéré 700 World Raid Plus • BMW R1300 GSA v RS v RT, and the merits of riding 600 miles for one photo • Has motorcycling got too easy; if you don't have to earn it, is it worth anything? • What's it like riding Honda's RC213V-S in 2025? • Riding 'signatures' • What's the easiest engine to work on? • And loads of other hot air and nonsense Thanks for listening, please tell your motorcycling pals and spread the FEC message of love, hope, friendship and riding as far and fast as possible at all times... And please continue to grace the inbox and anything@fronteendchatter.com with your thoughts, questions, queries and general bantz. Aye. Carry on.    

Est-ce qu'il y a, autour de vous, des personnes dont la qualité des décisions vous interpelle ?Celles qui semblent savoir quand agir, comment trancher et comment expliquer leurs choix avec clarté ? Comment font-elles ?Comment prennent-elles leurs décisions ?Comment les assument-elles et les partagent-elles ?Et surtout… avec quelle vitesse d'exécution ? Jérémie Blanchette fait partie de ces personnes.Durant un an, j'ai eu la chance de le côtoyer comme collègue de travail.Sa capacité à recueillir les informations pour orienter sa prise de décision, ainsi que sa façon de transmettre ses choix, m'ont profondément influencé. Dans cet épisode, on explore le parcours de Jérémie et la façon dont ses expériences d'arbitre et de responsable, au sein de différents organismes du milieu du soccer amateur, ont façonné son développement.

“The Ugly Stepsister”, opera prima della regista norvegese Emilie Blichfeldt, arriva oggi al cinema dopo le anteprime al Sundance Film Festival e alla Berlinale (sezione Panorama).Una rivisitazione body horror della più classica delle favole: Cenerentola, raccontata dal punto di vista inedito di una delle sorellastre, Elvira.Determinata a competere con la leggendaria bellezza di Agnes (la “Cinderella” del film) Elvira è disposta a tutto pur di attirare l'attenzione del principe e soddisfare le ambizioni sociali ed economiche della madre. In un regno crudele, dove l'apparenza è virtù e la vanità una condanna, la metamorfosi diventa ossessione.Ironico, sarcastico e farsesco, “The Ugly Stepsister” mescola il grottesco alla violenza assurda, in un mondo dominato dall'evanescenza morale.Un'antifavola irriverente e onirica, che si prende poco sul serio — ed è proprio questo il suo più grande pregio.In abbinamento, un moderno classico nato a Seattle dal bartender “Drink Boy” Hess: il Trident.Tre spiriti di tre nazioni marinare (30 ml di Aquavit, 30 ml di Cynar, 30 ml di Sherry o Manzanilla, con due gocce in aggiunta di peach bitter) si incontrano in un cocktail esplosivo e sorprendentemente armonioso, come una grande cerimonia reale dove si intrecciano alleanze, passioni e potere.Distribuito in Italia da IWonder PicturesViva il cinema!

Tony Dice's road to a doctorate was anything but straight. He discusses his addiction, recovery, and memoir, "After the Trident." Dr. Dice's Holistic Change Model is designed to heal the invisible wounds of those who serve. Dr. Dice and his many services can be reached at Bishop & Dice Defense. The State of Wisconsin's Dose of Reality campaign is at Dose of Reality: Opioids in Wisconsin. More information about the federal response to the ongoing opiate crisis can be found at One Pill Can Kill. The views and opinions of the guests on this podcast are theirs and theirs alone and do not necessarily represent those of the host or Westwords Consulting. We're always interested in hearing from individuals or organizations who are working in substance use disorder treatment or prevention, mental health care and other spaces that lift up communities. This includes people living those experiences. If you or someone you know has a story to share or an interesting approach to care, contact us today! Follow us on Facebook, LinkedIn, and YouTube. Subscribe to Our Email List to get new episodes in your inbox every week!

　10月28日、トライアンフモーターサイクルズジャパン株式会社は、798ccの新開発3気筒エンジンを搭載する新型『Trident 800（トライデント800）』を世界初公開した。発売は2026年2月末を予定し、すでに全国 […]

Rafa Câmara foi anunciado como piloto da equipe Invicta na Fórmula 2 em 2026. O pernambucano tentará a mesma trajetória de Gabriel Bortoleto, que foi campeão da F3 com a Trident na F3 e levou a taça com a Invicta na F2. Repórteres do Motorsport.com, Erick Gabriel (@erickjornalista) e Guilherme Longo (@gglongo) trazem todos os detalhes sobre a novidade.

Trois questions à ...Emmanuel Fansten, journaliste au service Enquête de Libération.L'opération Trident, un fiasco sans précédent des policiers marseillais pour faire tomber un narcotrafiquant. Le vendredi et le samedi à partir de 18h57 sur France 5, Mohammed Bouhafsi et toute son équipe accueillent celles et ceux qui font l'actualité du jour.

New Q&A: How would you change archaeology in Minecraft?One Block Challenge!THEME: Fire!Email me your idea or leave it on the Discord. Only give me one idea. Provide the name of the block and any function it has. Keep your descriptions simple and to the point. The winners will be announced in a future episode.LinksDiscord: https://discord.gg/jcTmQteGBsEmail: digstraightdowncast@gmail.comTwitter: https://twitter.com/RebelJC_92YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/RebelJCMusic: Above and Beyond, MilesRocksAlotSoulscraft: https://rebeljc.itch.io/soulscraft

Dr. Tony Dice, CEO of Bishop & Dice Defense LLC, empowers veterans, law enforcement, and first responders to overcome trauma and reclaim their lives. As a Navy SEAL, therapist, paramedic, and firefighter, he's lived at the extremes of chaos and control—from overseas deployments to firefighting, from decorated service to deep meth addiction. His rock-bottom moment came when the pull of meth nearly prevented him from saving his young son during a public health crisis—a crisis that forced him to confront the war within. Emerging from addiction, Tony built a life rooted in truth, accountability, and recovery, creating the Holistic Change Model, a non-drug, evidence-informed approach that blends clinical insight with 12-step principles. His memoir, After the Trident, shares how this model helps heal the “invisible wounds” of those who serve, offering practical guidance for sustainable recovery and long-term life transformation. On this episode, Tony shares raw, authentic insights from his journey, exploring the roots of compulsive behavior, the challenges faced by heroes trained “not to quit,” and the strategies that turned a life of chaos into one of integrity and service. For anyone seeking hope, practical tools, and inspiration, this is an interview not to be missed. HELP SUPPORT OUR FIGHT AGAINST ADDICTION. DONATE HERE: https://www.patreon.com/theaddictionpodcast   PART OF THE GOOD NEWS PODCAST NETWORK. AUDIO VERSIONS OF ALL OUR EPISODES: https://theaddictionpodcast.com CONTACT US: The Addiction Podcast - Point of No Return theaddictionpodcast@yahoo.com Intro and Outro music by: Decisions by Kevin MacLeod is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 license. https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/ Source: http://incompetech.com/music/royalty-free/index.html?isrc=USUAN1100756 Artist: http://incompetech.com/

In this episode Nik welcomes back Marty Medve, Delta Captain and President/CEO of Trident Home Loans. Marty shares his incredible journey of recovering from a serious eye injury, regaining his FAA medical, and returning to the flight deck—all while running one of the top VA lenders in the nation. Nik and Marty dive into the unique challenges pilots face when navigating mortgages and refinancing. From understanding the timing of rate drops to avoiding costly mistakes when buying your first “forever” home, Marty explains why having a team that truly understands pilot pay and career paths makes all the difference. What You'll Learn in This Episode: Marty's inspiring story of overcoming medical setbacks to return to international flying at Delta Why interest rates are trending down—and what that means for pilots looking to buy or refinance The biggest mistakes new airline pilots make when buying their first home How Trident Home Loans helps pilots refinance at no cost—again and again—as rates continue to drop Why working with a lender who understands pilot pay and career progression can save you from major financial headaches The unique ways Trident supports the aviation and military community through sponsorships and outreach Whether you're just starting your airline career or looking to refinance your fifth property, this episode gives you the tools and insider perspective you need to make smarter financial moves as a pilot. Resources & Links: Connect with Marty and the Trident Home Loans team: TridentHomeLoans.com Email Marty directly: marty@mythl.com Download Nik's free pilot resume template: spitfireelite.com/podcast CONNECT WITH US Are you ready to take your preparation to the next level? Don't wait until it's too late. Use the promo code “R4P2025” and save 10% on all our services. Check us out at www.spitfireelite.com! If you want to recommend someone to guest on the show, email Nik at podcast@spitfireelite.com, and if you need a professional pilot resume, go to www.spitfireelite.com/podcast/ for FREE templates! SPONSOR Are you a pilot just coming out of the military and looking for the perfect second home for your family? Look no further! Reach out to Marty and his team by visiting www.tridenthomeloans.com to get the best VA loans available anywhere in the US. Be ready for takeoff anytime with 3D-stretch, stain-repellent, and wrinkle-free aviation uniforms by Flight Uniforms. Just go to www.flightuniform.com and type the code SPITFIREPOD20 to get a special 20% discount on your first order. #Aviation #AviationCareers #aviationcrew #AviationJobs #AviationLeadership #AviationEducation #AviationOpportunities #AviationPodcast #AirlinePilot #AirlineJobs #AirlineInterviewPrep #flying #flyingtips #PilotDevelopment #PilotFinance #pilotcareer #pilottips #pilotcareertips #PilotExperience #pilotcaptain #PilotTraining #PilotSuccess #pilotpodcast #PilotPreparation #Pilotrecruitment #flightschool #aviationschool #pilotcareer #pilotlife #pilot

Guests Yoad Nevo - producer, mix engineer Waves Developer Paulee Bow Magical Synth Adventurer For preshow and Ad free version and much more: Patreon.com/sonicstate Native Instruments Modular Icons vintage modular synth sounds from iconic artists and instruments. Made in collaboration with the Bob Moog Foundation, more than 60% of each sale goes to them. Part of the Play Series:  Great-sounding presets and real-time control. IZotope Ozone 12 - Go beyond the limits of mastering with Ozone 12. Unlock the impossible with this complete suite of 20 pro modules, including 3 brand-new, best-in-class additions. Plus, make Master Assistant your own with a new customizable flow. With intelligent tech that guides, not decides, you're always in control. 00:00:03 SHOW START 00:02:12 AD:Patreon 00:12:49 Bristronica Vids 00:13:05 10000 Drum Machines 00:21:00 AD:iZotope Ozone12 00:23:03 Rush to Tour again 00:35:42 Cherry Audio Trident MKIII 00:42:21 AD: NI Modular Icons 00:43:39 Teeny Tiny Miniature Synths 00:50:04 Neuzeit Instruments DROP Where to Watch/Listen - We now stream the live show to Youtube Live, Twitch,  Facebook Live as well as at  Sonicstate.com/live every Weds at 4pm UK time- please do join in. Preshow available on Twitch.

That $30,000 well you drilled might leave you without water in six months. The problem isn't the well itself; it's a critical step most homeowners skip that determines whether your off-grid system sustains your family's needs or fails. Access expert advice at https://Trident-plumbing.com Trident Plumbing City: Frisco Address: 15222 King Rd Ste 301 Website: https://trident-plumbing.com

New Q&A: How would you change Soul Fire to make it more unique from normal fire?One Block Challenge!THEME: Water!Email me your idea or leave it on the Discord. Only give me one idea. Provide the name of the block and any function it has. Keep your descriptions simple and to the point. The winners will be announced in a future episode.Trident episode mentioned:https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/dig-straight-down-a-minecraft-podcast/id1495999565?i=1000657053091LinksDiscord: https://discord.gg/jcTmQteGBsEmail: digstraightdowncast@gmail.comTwitter: https://twitter.com/RebelJC_92YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/RebelJCMusic: Above and Beyond, MilesRocksAlotSoulscraft: https://rebeljc.itch.io/soulscraft

In the latest episode of the Trident Room Podcast's Unfiltered series, show hosts and guests Elaura and Anthony sit around a table in the Trident Room Rose Garden to discuss this week's topic. The views expressed during the Trident Room Podcast are those of the hosts, and do not represent official policy of the Naval Postgraduate School, the U.S. Navy or the U.S. Department of Defense.

1.   César el Abusador a merced de unjuez boricua. Tribunal acusa al peligroso narco dominicano, considerado como elPablo Escobar del Caribe, de violar acuerdo de culpabilidad y este pideretirarlo2.   "Se vio desde PuertoRico": EE.UU. prueba misiles balísticos intercontinentales frente aFlorida en medio de amenazas a Venezuela. La Marina estadounidense confirmó ellanzamiento de cuatro proyectiles Trident con capacidad nuclear en el Caribe,visibles desde Puerto Rico3.   Advierten onda tropical se acerca a Puerto Rico Invest 94Lafectará a Puerto Rico: 4.   DSP gasta $300 mil en comunicaciones y relaciones públicas7.   Perdido el secretario del DRNA sobre el comité de expertos y asesoressobre cambio climático Este es un programa independiente y sindicalizado. Esto significa que este programa se produce de manera independiente, pero se transmite de manera sindicalizada, o sea, por las emisoras y cadenas de radio que son más fuertes en sus respectivas regiones. También se transmite por sus plataformas digitales, aplicaciones para dispositivos móviles y redes sociales.  Estas emisoras de radio son:1.    Cadena WIAC - WYAC 930 AM Cabo Rojo- Mayagüez2.    Cadena WIAC – WISA 1390 AM Isabela3.    Cadena WIAC – WIAC 740 AM Área norte y zona metropolitana4.    WLRP 1460 AM Radio Raíces La voz del Pepino en San Sebastián5.    X61 – 610 AM en Patillas6.    X61 – 94.3 FM Patillas y todo el sureste7.    WPAB 550 AM - Ponce8.    ECO 93.1 FM – En todo Puerto Rico9.    WOQI 1020 AM – Radio Casa Pueblo desde Adjuntas 10. Mundo Latino PR.com, la emisora web de música tropical y comentario Una vez sale del aire, el programa queda grabado y está disponible en las plataformas de podcasts tales como Spotify, Soundcloud, Apple Podcasts, Google Podcasts y otras plataformas https://anchor.fm/sandrarodriguezcotto También nos pueden seguir en:REDES SOCIALES:  Facebook, X (Twitter), Instagram, Threads, LinkedIn, Tumblr, TikTok BLOG:  En Blanco y Negro con Sandra http://enblancoynegromedia.blogspot.com  SUSCRIPCIÓN: Substack, plataforma de suscripción de prensa independientehttps://substack.com/@sandrarodriguezcotto OTROS MEDIOS DIGITALES: ¡Ey! Boricua, Revista Seguros. Revista Crónicas y otrosEstas son algunas de las noticias que tenemos hoy En Blanco y Negro con Sandra. 5.   UPR Arecibo reacciona para darservicio de interprete de señas a estudiante sorda6.  Puerto Rico ante la sociedad geriátrica: ¿estamos listos para rediseñarla vida8.  La gobernadora despachó con un "hablamos después" a lapregunta de periodistas sobre el allanamiento por segunda ocasión a lasoficinas del municipio de Cataño, del PNP, Julio Vasallo9.   En un cambio repentino, Trumpafirma que Ucrania puede ganar la guerra con Rusia con apoyo de la OTAN10.      Súper tifón Ragasa: al menos 14muertos en Taiwán mientras Hong Kong y el sur de China se preparan para elimpacto.11.      Padre de Elon Musk, acusado deabuso sexual infantil 

MOPs & MOEs is ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠powered by TrainHeroic!⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠To continue the conversation, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠join our Discord!⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ We have experts standing by to answer your questions.If you enjoy the discussion on stoicism, pre-order our guest's book now! On this week's episode we're diving deep (get it?) on an extremely unique corner of the military human performance world. Submariners operate in an environment unlike any other, and trying to maintain health and fitness under those conditions involves a variety of challenges. Our guest is uniquely qualified to provide insights about life in this world.Commander William Spears is a submarine warfare officer in the U.S. Navy. A native of Pineville, Louisiana, William enlisted in the U.S. Navy's nuclear propulsion program after high school. Upon completing technical training, he was admitted to the United States Naval Academy, graduating in 2008 with a degree in Mechanical Engineering and commissioning as an officer. Today, he also holds defense-related master's degrees from the Naval Postgraduate School, the Air Command and Staff College, and the Eisenhower School for National Security and Resource Strategy.William has served in nuclear-powered submarines across a variety of classes and mission profiles, including duty as the Weapons Officer of a fast-attack submarine and the Executive Officer of a Trident missile submarine. Ashore, he has served as a tactical evaluator on an inspection team responsible to assess the combat readiness of U.S. submarines, and he currently works in the Office of the Secretary of Defense (OSD CAPE) in the Pentagon. He will return to sea duty in the summer of 2026.He has his own passion for exercise, which is not  always a clean fit with the culture of the submarine community, as you'll hear in this episode.He also writes on leadership, ethics, and military topics. His book Stoicism as a Warrior Philosophy releases in the US in November.

In this episode, Senior Producer Alanna Youngblood picks the brain of NPS' Director of International Graduate Programs Mr. Danial Pick. In this interview they both explore topics and concepts ranging from Language, Culture, and Diplomacy to Special Operations and Counterterrorism Insights to Personnel and Career reflections. Strap in for quite the adventure!

The Trident Room Podcast's TRP Unfiltered series delivers authentic, unedited conversations by a round table of TRP hosts, students and guests on a submitted question … In this episode, the team is challenged to share a guilty pleasure, such as the artists on their favorite playlists that they'd rather not admit to!

This episode is made possible by the generous support of our subscribers on ⁠⁠Patreon⁠⁠. Join us at ⁠⁠⁠⁠patreon.com/leviathanchronicles⁠⁠⁠⁠ to hear episodes ad free and unlock exclusive content. The Invenios tears down the Red Sea at full Trident speed—until a sudden systems blackout and a rogue storm pitch the ship into chaos. As Oberlin fights useless helm controls, Yuki struggles to keep the Beluga minisub from breaking loose. When a fifty-foot wave slams the expedition pontoon, the Beluga rolls, trapping Yuki and jamming the retraction pistons. With the ship one swell away from shearing apart, Tulley gambles on a desperate plan to save the Invenios. TO VIEW THE BLUEPRINTS OF THE INVENIOS GOTO ⁠⁠INVENIOSEXPEDITIONS.COM/BLUEPRINTS⁠ To discover more podcasts set in The Leviathan Universe go to leviathanaudioproductions.com⁠⁠ or ⁠⁠follow us social on media⁠⁠ Written, Directed & Created by Christof Laputka Executive Produced by Amish Jani Produced by Robin Shore Original Music by Luke Allen and Lindsay Jones Editing by Luke Allen and Robin Shore Sound Design by Jonathon Stevens and Robin Shore Casting by Claire Dodin Starring Kim Donovan as Macallan Orsel Matt Shale as Captain Jeffery Tulley John Patrick Higgins as Oberlin St. Claire Laura Post as Abigail Eventon Justice Slocum as Gibson Donahue Stephanie Wong as Yuki Yamamoto Melissa Medina as The Narrator Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Victoria Lozano is Chief Marketing Officer at Crayola LLC where she oversees all aspects of marketing and consumer engagement for one of the world's most iconic and cherished brands. For over 120 years, Crayola has been synonymous with nurturing children's creativity. Today, it is recognized as one of the most culturally resonant, authentic, and trusted brands globally. In her role, Victoria leads Crayola's consumer communications, partnership marketing, digital/omni-channel marketing, interactive app portfolio, and education marketing. Victoria also oversees Location Based Entertainment, which includes a portfolio of branded attraction and retail concepts that bring the Crayola brand to life in experiential ways. The flagship concept, Crayola Experience, has 4 locations across the US with several more announced both in the US and internationally. Prior to joining Crayola, Victoria was Vice President of Marketing at Cadbury North America where she led the $1.2B Gum and Mints Portfolio across the United States and Canada, including brands such as Trident, Dentyne, Stride, Bubblicious and Certs. Prior to Cadbury, Victoria held various marketing positions with Fortune 500 companies such as the Miller Brewing Company, Warner-Lambert Company and Pfizer, Inc. Victoria's academic background includes a Master of Business Administration degree from New York University with a specialization in Marketing and Finance, and a Bachelor of Science degree from New York University with focus in Marketing and Classical Studies (summa cum laude).Victoria currently serves on the board of The Children's Home of Easton located in Easton, Pennsylvania where Victoria resides with her husband and three children.

Commander William C. Spears is a submarine warfare officer in the U.S. Navy. He writes on leadership, ethics, and military topics. His book Stoicism as a Warrior Philosophy releases in the United Kingdom in September 2025 and in the USA in November.A native of Pineville, Louisiana, William enlisted in the U.S. Navy's nuclear propulsion program after high school. Upon completing technical training, he was admitted to the United States Naval Academy, graduating in 2008 with a degree in Mechanical Engineering and commissioning as an officer. Today, he also holds defense-related master's degrees from the Naval Postgraduate School, the Air Command and Staff College, and the Eisenhower School for National Security and Resource Strategy.William has served in nuclear-powered submarines across a variety of classes and mission profiles, including duty as the Weapons Officer of a fast-attack submarine and the Executive Officer of a Trident missile submarine. Ashore, he has served as a tactical evaluator on an inspection team responsible to assess the combat readiness of U.S. submarines, and he currently works in the Office of the Secretary of Defense (OSD CAPE) in the Pentagon. He will return to sea duty in the summer of 2026.William resides wherever the Navy requires him and is married with three children. In addition to writing, his hobbies include weightlifting, winemaking, and antagonizing his family with philosophical inquiry. You can connect with him at his website https://williamcspears.com or on X/Twitter via @WilliamCSpears.Website:https://williamcspears.com/bio/LinkedIn:https://www.linkedin.com/in/william-spears-89130443?utm_source=share&utm_campaign=share_via&utm_content=profile&utm_medium=android_appBook:https://a.co/d/8n00x1W

In part one of this two-part episode, the Trident Room Podcast sits down with NPS Director of International Graduate Programs retired Army Col. Danial “Dino” Pick for a conversation on his career in special operations and foreign affairs, critical lessons from history that cannot be forgotten, and the invaluable role of allies and partners in U.S. national security.

What if the only thing holding you back isn't your past, your age, or your circumstances—but your belief?In this episode of The Highly Effective Man Podcast, I share my raw story of going from juvenile detention at 15 to earning the Trident as a Navy SEAL, playing Division 1 football in my 30s, and becoming a firefighter in my 40s.You'll learn:Why adversity doesn't define your future—it forges it.How believing you can, fuels relentless action when motivation dies.Why your identity—who you decide you are—will always beat your circumstances.If you've ever felt stuck, underestimated, or like it's “too late” for you, this episode will show you how to flip that belief and prove yourself wrong.When you're ready to build unshakable belief, elite fitness, and the discipline to lead at home, work, and in life—join us inside the Highly Effective Man Inner Circle. Spots are available now at a special price for the first 50 men. Click the link in the description and take the next step today.

Hark! Hark! A new Arc! A Stars Without Number (SWN) actual play, scifi, space western, podcast. It's like Dungeons and Dragons (dnd) in space! Check out our Patreon! This show is made from the support of our community. https://www.patreon.com/looterspodcast www.looterspodcast.com https://discord.gg/Sn9PaVSRzd https://www.instagram.com/looterspodcast/ https://www.tiktok.com/@looterspodcast Cast: Bitterleaf - Andrew Galteland El Capitan - Diana Núval Zeke - Ian Overton Amber Quinn - Melinda Macklem Everyone Else - Matthew Aberly Producer: Nicolle Galteland Art: Jordan Jordan Theme Music: Evan Doty We are a part of the Fable and Folly podcast network! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

The Trident Room Podcast's new series, TRP Unfiltered, delivers authentic, unedited conversations by a round table of TRP hosts, students and guests on a submitted question … In this episode, team members get nostalgic, sharing stories of unique foods from their pasts that inspire memories and connect families.

Trident Immolation is a difficult, summer race down in south Florida.  It's set on the beautiful, soft, white sand dunes at Jupiter Ridge Natural area.  Imagine this, late July, south Florida, 1,000,000 % humidity, real feel 110+, heat coming off the sand, even higher, noon start, 80 miles in 3.33 mile chunks every hour for 24 hours.  The race director, Mikey Bee is a beloved fellow in the Florida Ultra running scene.  His "claim to fame" is coming up with these ridiculously difficult challenges that ultra runners tend to love.  it really tests you physically and mentally.  The community down there is second to none.  5 total badasses join me to recap their experience in a roundtable format.  Luis Cocco, Marc Burget, Cole Bataille, Nick Urena, and Mike Musso.  Really fun chat.  Enjoy!The Trident - July 26, 2025Squirrel's Nut Butter: Natural Anti-Chafe & Skin Restoring SalvesEffin' Runner - Runner Tees, Hoodies, and Gifts – Effin' Ultra RunnerThe Hot Box Sauna | HomeMount to Coast | For runners who transcend distance.BANANA CHAMPS - Banana Champs

Insights In Sound 177 - Malcolm Toft, Co-founder, Trident Audio Designs Our salute to Trident continues as we chat with Malcolm Toft, employee number one at Trident Studios and the designer of the legendary Trident consoles. In an era where the music industry was changing by leaps and bounds, Trident made its mark as one of the UK's first independent studios. Hired as the Studio's very first engineer, Malcolm then took on the challenge of building Trident's own multichannel console, leading to the development of the legendary A-Range, B-Range, and subsequent mixing desks.

My guest today is Vicky Lozano, the CMO of Crayola — yes, the company that basically defined many of our childhoods. In her role, Vicky leads Crayola's consumer communications, partnership marketing, digital and omnichannel marketing, interactive app portfolio, education, and location-based entertainment. Before joining Crayola, she managed a $1.2 billion gum and mints portfolio at Cadbury, working on well-known brands like Trident and Dentyne.She has also held major roles at Miller Brewing, Warner-Lambert, and Pfizer.What I love most about Vicky is that she's not just a brand leader — she's a creativity evangelist with a business brain. In our conversation, we're diving into how to keep a legacy brand fresh, why creativity isn't just for kids, and what it really takes to build something that truly matters.

In the latest episode of the Academic Arsenal series, host Lt. Cmdr. Colleen Wilmington talks with two NPS students graduating through the Bowman Scholarship program for high-performing U.S. Naval Academy graduates pursuing assignments in the nuclear Navy.

In this bold and eye-opening episode, Bryce sits down with Eric Johnson, the founder of Trident Coffee, to uncover what happens when a Navy veteran turns frustration with the broken medical system and corrupt politics into a movement of truth, wellness, and legacy.What started as a cold brew company has now evolved into a functional coffee powerhouse—with a new Amazon launch that's more than just convenience. It's a conscious rebellion in a cup.“When doctors don't listen and politicians profit, quality wellness becomes a form of rebellion.”But this episode goes far deeper than products. It explores the quiet power of doing the right thing when no one is watching, the ancient wisdom of Swedish fika, and how Trident and ALLSMITH aligned through shared values: integrity, community, and legacy.⸻⏱️ Time Stamps & Key Segments00:00 – 05:30 | From Service to SovereigntyEric shares his transition from military service to the business world, confronting the harsh truth that the institutions we trust—especially in healthcare—aren't always built to serve us.“You don't need a politician to tell you what's healthy. You need the courage to listen to your own body and your own values.”05:31 – 15:00 | What Makes Trident Functional Coffee DifferentGet the inside scoop on Trident's new Amazon release and why this coffee is designed for peak performance. Think adaptogens, collagen, and clarity—all with clean sourcing and zero compromise.15:01 – 25:00 | Fika: The Ritual of Real ConnectionBryce and Eric explore the Swedish philosophy of fika—not just pausing for coffee, but creating space for people, reflection, and intention. This isn't just about caffeine—it's about culture.“Fika isn't just coffee—it's accountability, community, respect.”25:01 – 35:30 | Calling Out Corruption and Cracked SystemsEric fearlessly calls out how wellness has been hijacked by politics, pharmaceuticals, and lazy leadership. This is the raw truth most won't say aloud—and why Trident had to be built from scratch.“We're battling lobbyists in Congress one cup at a time.”35:31 – 45:00 | Business, Leadership, and the Long GameLegacy isn't built on launch days—it's built in the unseen hours. Eric and Bryce explore what it means to lead with values, love your people, and make decisions rooted in what's right, not what's trending.“Doing the right thing when no one is watching is where legacy is built.”⸻

Surviving 2.5 Hell Weeks and 6 BUD/S Attempts | Ep. 251 In this episode of the Mike Drop Podcast, John Collins delivers an unfiltered, brutally honest account of what it really takes to become a Navy SEAL—and what happens when the dream nearly dies. This isn't your typical war story. It's about failing hard, facing humiliation, and coming back swinging. Raised by a hard-charging state trooper in small-town Maryland, John always knew structure. What he didn't know was how far he'd have to go—how much he'd have to lose—before finally earning the Trident. From getting dropped at BUD/S to guarding terrorists in Guantanamo Bay, John's journey is a masterclass in grit, redemption, and what it means to serve with purpose even when the path doesn't go according to plan. Through multiple Hell Weeks, soul-crushing setbacks, and years of grinding through Navy politics, John fought like hell to get back into SEAL training. And he made it. But what happened after is just as powerful. From sniper to breacher to K9 handler, to a complete reinvention in civilian life—John proves that purpose doesn't end with a uniform. ---------- Heartland Steak Stock up with a custom steak box or grab a grill-ready bundle —either way, you're getting the best. And here's the deal: $25 off any order of $175 or more with promo code MIKEDROP at checkout: https://www.heartlandsteakco.com/ SleepMe Visit www.sleep.me/MIKEDROP to get 20% off your Chilipad with code MIKEDROP, one word. That's free shipping, free returns, and a 30-night sleep trial to test it for yourself. Again — that's https://sleep.me/MIKEDROP. IDEO U Class starts soon, so enroll today! For a limited time, IDEO U is offering my listeners %15 OFF SITEWIDE! Go to https://www.ideou.com/mikedrop. BUBS Naturals BUBS Naturals products are rooted in sustainably sourced ingredients and controlled consistency to provide our customers with the highest quality Collagen Protein & MCT Oil Powder that help you feel amazing and live a fuller life. Our mission is simple. FEEL GREAT. DO GOOD. 10% always goes back to charity, helping military men and women transition back into civilian life. Go to https://www.bubsnaturals.com/mike and use code MIKE for 20% off your order. TEAM DOG FOOD, TREATS & SUPPLEMENTS Be Your Dog's Hero: Veteran-owned by a former Navy SEAL and Special Operations K9 Trainer, Team Dog provides a complete diet of science-backed premium dog food, treats, and supplements to optimize your dog's health, forged from rigorous standards and real-world expertise. https://www.teamdog.shop TEAM DOG ONLINE TRAINING Mike Ritland – a former Navy SEAL & Special Operations K9 trainer – shares his simple and effective dog training program to build trust and control with your dog. Based on Mike's bestselling book “Team Dog, Train the Navy SEAL Way”, join tens of thousands of families that successfully trained their way to a better dog. https://www.teamdog.pet SHOP ALL THE MIKE RITLAND BRANDS Get all your Mike Ritland branded gear - Mike Drop | Trikos | Team Dog https://shop.mikeritland.com Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

ONE LAST ADVENTURE WITH OLD JACK SPARROW!! Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Men Tell No Tales Full Reaction Watch Along:   / thereelrejects   Support The Channel By Getting Some REEL REJECTS Aparrel! https://www.rejectnationshop.com/ With ONE more film (currently) in the franchise, Tara & Aaron RETURN for more last trip out on the high seas, giving their Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Men Tell No Tales Reaction, Recap, Commentary, Analysis & Full Movie Spoiler Review!! Tara Erickson & Aaron Alexander set sail once again for a swashbuckling YouTube Reaction & Review of Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Men Tell No Tales (2017), the fifth installment in Disney's beloved pirate saga. Directed by Joachim Rønning and Espen Sandberg, the film finds Captain Jack Sparrow down on his luck until he's thrust into another supernatural conflict—this time against the vengeful ghostly Captain Salazar and his deadly crew, who have escaped from the Devil's Triangle with one mission: to kill every pirate at sea, especially Jack. Notable moments include the jaw-dropping execution escape scene in Saint Martin, the visually stunning undead shark attack, Salazar's eerie flashback origin story, and the emotional family reunion that ties together the saga's legacy. With dazzling visuals, magical relics like the Trident of Poseidon, and callbacks to the original trilogy, Dead Men Tell No Tales delivers a mix of nostalgia, action, and fantasy that continues the high-seas legend of Jack Sparrow. Follow Aaron On Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/therealaaronalexander/?hl=en Follow Tara Erickson: Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/@TaraErickson Instagram:  https://www.instagram.com/taraerickson/ Twitter:  https://twitter.com/thetaraerickson Intense Suspense by Audionautix is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 license. https://creativecommons.org/licenses/... Support The Channel By Getting Some REEL REJECTS Apparel! https://www.rejectnationshop.com/ Follow Us On Socials:  Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/reelrejects/  Tik-Tok: https://www.tiktok.com/@reelrejects?lang=en Twitter: https://x.com/reelrejects Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/TheReelRejects/ Music Used In Ad:  Hat the Jazz by Twin Musicom is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 license. https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/ Happy Alley by Kevin MacLeod is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 license. https://creativecommons.org/licenses/... POWERED BY @GFUEL Visit https://gfuel.ly/3wD5Ygo and use code REJECTNATION for 20% off select tubs!! Head Editor: https://www.instagram.com/praperhq/?hl=en Co-Editor: Greg Alba Co-Editor: John Humphrey Music In Video: Airport Lounge - Disco Ultralounge by Kevin MacLeod is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 license. https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/ Ask Us A QUESTION On CAMEO: https://www.cameo.com/thereelrejects Follow TheReelRejects On FACEBOOK, TWITTER, & INSTAGRAM:  FB:  https://www.facebook.com/TheReelRejects/ INSTAGRAM:  https://www.instagram.com/reelrejects/ TWITTER:  https://twitter.com/thereelrejects Follow GREG ON INSTAGRAM & TWITTER: INSTAGRAM:  https://www.instagram.com/thegregalba/ TWITTER:  https://twitter.com/thegregalba Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Ben Maller talks about The Mariners agreeing on a deal to reacquire 3B Eugenio Suárez from the Diamondbacks, the Giants dealing right-handed reliever Trevor Rodgers to the Mets, the Angels becoming buyers at the deadline, and more!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Trident Room Podcast Hosts Elaura and Alanna sit around a table in the Trident Room Rose Garden to discuss this week's topic, personal perspectives on the value of engaging through Social Media. The views expressed during the Trident Room Podcast are those of the hosts, and do not represent official policy of the Naval Postgraduate School, the U.S. Navy or the U.S. Department of Defense.

Podcasts, reviews, interviews, essays, and more at the Ancillary Review of Books.Please consider supporting ARB's Patreon!Credits:Featuring interviews with:Rae Borman @ ReaderconRiley @ Lovestruck BooksHost: Jake Casella BrookinsMusic by Giselle Gabrielle GarciaArtwork by Rob PattersonOpening poem by Bhartṛhari, translated by John BroughTranscribers: Kate Dollarhyde and John WM ThompsonReferences:Rae BormanNew England Finger DancersNaomi Novik's ScholomanceBrandon Mull's FablehavenKatherine Rundell's Impossible CreaturesJames BlishJoanna Russ's The Female ManBenjamin Rosenbaum & our episode on Fire LogicSunny Moraine & our episode on Pattern RecognitionBeneath Ceaseless Skies, Clarkesworld, Strange HorizonsWill McMahonNEA grant cuts and translated SF: 3% Podcast, Adam Morgan's LARB article, and Strange Horizon's reviews & podcast on the subject.Eden Kupermintz & our episode on The SilmarillionThe Translated Hugo Initiative: translatedhugo.orgRenay's "That's a Nice Review You've Got There"Michael CiscoJon Stone's The Monster At The End of This BookGeorge Howell & Broadsheet coffeeChip Pons's Winging it With YouSarah McLeanOmegaverse (do be careful where you look that up)The Ripped BodiceGrump & SunshineRead My Lips BostonHarvard Coop Bookstore, Trident, Purple CouchCandlewick PressIngram distributorsCat Sebastian's We Could Be So Good & Star ShippedRachel Reid's The Shots You TakeAdam Silvera Sarah J. MaasRebecca Yarros's Fourth WingS.T. Gibson's Evocation & AscencionRina Kent, Navessa AllenHeather Bartos's QuickiesEmily Henry, Tessa Bailey, Sarah McLean, Kim SwizzEverina Maxwell's Winter Orbit

JAMES WAN BRINGS ATLANTIS TO LIFE!! Aquaman Full Reaction Watch Along:   / thereelrejects   Visit https://huel.com/rejects to get 15% off your order Andrew Gordon & Tara Erickson dive deep into the underwater action of the 2018 DC Extended Universe blockbuster Aquaman in this epic Reaction & Review! Directed by James Wan (The Conjuring, Furious 7), the film stars Jason Momoa (Game of Thrones, See) as Arthur Curry, the half-human, half-Atlantean heir to the throne of Atlantis. As Arthur wrestles with his destiny and dual identity, he must confront his power-hungry half-brother Orm, played by Patrick Wilson (Watchmen, Insidious), who seeks to unite the underwater kingdoms to wage war on the surface world. With the help of the fierce warrior princess Mera (Amber Heard, Zombieland, The Rum Diary) and royal advisor Vulko (Willem Dafoe, Spider-Man, The Lighthouse), Arthur embarks on a globe-trotting quest to retrieve the legendary Trident of Atlan and claim his rightful place as king. Along the way, he faces off against Black Manta (Yahya Abdul-Mateen II, Watchmen, Candyman), a vengeful mercenary with cutting-edge Atlantean tech. The film also features Nicole Kidman (Moulin Rouge!, Big Little Lies) as Arthur's mother Queen Atlanna, Dolph Lundgren (Rocky IV, The Expendables) as King Nereus, Temuera Morrison (The Mandalorian, Once Were Warriors) as Arthur's father Tom Curry, Randall Park (Fresh Off the Boat, WandaVision) as Dr. Stephen Shin, Ludi Lin (Power Rangers, Marco Polo) as Captain Murk, and the voice of Dame Julie Andrews (The Sound of Music, Mary Poppins) as the monstrous sea guardian Karathen. Packed with stunning visuals, underwater battles, the epic Ring of Fire duel, and the climactic final war between kingdoms, Aquaman became a billion-dollar success and one of the DCEU's most visually ambitious entries. Follow Andrew Gordon on Socials:  YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@MovieSource Instagram:  https://www.instagram.com/agor711/?hl=en Twitter:  https://twitter.com/Agor711 Follow Tara Erickson: Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/@TaraErickson Instagram:  https://www.instagram.com/taraerickson/ Twitter:  https://twitter.com/thetaraerickson Intense Suspense by Audionautix is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 license. https://creativecommons.org/licenses/... Support The Channel By Getting Some REEL REJECTS Apparel! https://www.rejectnationshop.com/ Follow Us On Socials:  Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/reelrejects/  Tik-Tok: https://www.tiktok.com/@reelrejects?lang=en Twitter: https://x.com/reelrejects Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/TheReelRejects/ Music Used In Ad:  Hat the Jazz by Twin Musicom is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 license. https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/ Happy Alley by Kevin MacLeod is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 license. https://creativecommons.org/licenses/... POWERED BY @GFUEL Visit https://gfuel.ly/3wD5Ygo and use code REJECTNATION for 20% off select tubs!! Head Editor: https://www.instagram.com/praperhq/?hl=en Co-Editor: Greg Alba Co-Editor: John Humphrey Music In Video: Airport Lounge - Disco Ultralounge by Kevin MacLeod is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 license. https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/ Ask Us A QUESTION On CAMEO: https://www.cameo.com/thereelrejects Follow TheReelRejects On FACEBOOK, TWITTER, & INSTAGRAM:  FB:  https://www.facebook.com/TheReelRejects/ INSTAGRAM:  https://www.instagram.com/reelrejects/ TWITTER:  https://twitter.com/thereelrejects Follow GREG ON INSTAGRAM & TWITTER: INSTAGRAM:  https://www.instagram.com/thegregalba/ TWITTER:  https://twitter.com/thegregalba Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

In part two of this two-part episode, Trident Room Podcast hosts Alanna Youngblood and Colleen Wilmington sit down with NPS Dean of Students and SEAL Community Bullfrog U.S. Navy Capt. Eric J. Skalski for a conversation on leading NPS' unique student body, his advice and insights to current and prospective students, and the value of NPS' industry partners for students. Today's podcast may sound familiar to our regular listeners as it will echo themes from METOC Me-talks. We're bringing DOS onto the podcast today to get to know the leader behind the billet, discuss his role at NPS, and given time constraints, his vision for NPS students.

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Trident Room Podcast Hosts Anthony, Elaura, Josh, and Alanna sit around a table in the Trident Room Rose Garden to discuss this week's topic: “What is something you hope people remember you for, and what's one thing you hope they forget?"

In part one of this two-part episode, the Trident Room Podcast hosts Alanna Youngblood and Colleen Wilmington sit down with NPS Dean of Students Capt. Eric J. Skalski for a conversation on lessons learned over four decades of service, the importance of educating warfighters, and the challenges and opportunities in serving NPS' diverse, international student community. Today's podcast may sound familiar to our regular listeners as it will echo themes from METOC Me-talks. We're bringing DOS onto the podcast today to get to know the leader behind the billet, discuss his role at NPS, and given time constraints, his vision for NPS students.

Taylor Cavanaugh is a former Navy SEAL turned French Foreign Legionnaire. Taylor is the only person to hold this unique distinction. His journey has taken him from jail cells to homelessness and even suicidal thoughts, only to find salvation through discipline and a clear sense of purpose. To say that Taylor had a turbulent path would be an understatement.  After earning his Trident and becoming a Navy SEAL to being kicked out of the U.S. military; How a spiral of pleasure-chasing and lack of purpose led to hitting rock bottom; The life-changing moment of clarity that led him to France and the French Foreign Legion; The rigorous discipline and mental fortification that helped him rebuild his life, and practical insights on how to unlearn self-sabotaging behaviors, cultivate inner peace, and align daily habits with your long-term vision. Taylor's Website: https://www.taylorcavanaugh.com/ Taylor's Youtube Channel: https://www.youtube.com/@tcavofficial   Today's Sponsors:  Montana Knife Company:  https://www.montanaknifecompany.com LMNT:  https://www.drinklmnt.com/clearedhot  

Trident Podcast Host Anthony Castillo, Elaura Hastings, Colleen Wilmington, and Alanna Youngblood sit around a table in the Trident Room Rose Garden to discuss this week's topic: “What is there to do here in Monterey?”

A lot of stuff happened this past weekend, so I spend a little time talking about the few things that stood out to me, including the ROG Xbox Ally, the bait and switch Resident Evil 9 announcement, and the reveal of a very cool-looking new game: There Are No Ghosts at the Grand. Of course, if you're sick of hearing about Summer Game Fest and all that nonsense, there's always what I've been playing, this week with Section 13, Trident's Tale, Spirit of the North 2, Keeper's Toll, and Bunny Cubed. Anyway and as always, thank you for watching or listening, I hope you enjoy this here episode, and I hope you have a wonderful wonderful rest of your day. (And if you haven't already, or are a listener and not a watcher, please like, subscribe, hit the bell, and all that jazz; it may not seem like much, but it goes a long way in helping support the show and site in general. I would appreciate it greatly.)