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Football is back in the UK, which means a resurgence in Match Betting. Here is A Short, Handy Guide to Making £500 for a rainy day.

Putting this out there once more for those who missed it a couple of weeks ago. Here is a link to the original post which might be useful because of questions answered in the comments section. Like I said before, This guide is a handy way to sort out a month's rent for 5 or 6 hours work, so I really hope it can be of use to someone.
Having done my research and having been able to turn a really nice profit in such a short time, I wanted to make a short guide to eliminate people's doubts and simplify things a little. Since it really doesn't take a lot of time to hit that £500 profit mark, it's a shame not to try it out. Anyway, Here it goes:
I was sceptical as hell about Match betting because a friend showed me the Facebook groups and it just looked like a giant gambling pyramid scheme. It turns out there is a decent chunk of change to be made from it, you just need to follow the guides and never ever actually gamble with your money.
Never ever Gamble? Yes That's right, you are going to be using Gambling sites to complete the various offers, but the whole idea behind match betting is that every time you "make a bet", you match that same bet on the exchange. So for example, if I bet £10 for Real Madrid to Win on the Bookie Site at odds of 2.5, I then also make a Matched bet on the Exchange (This is a separate site such as Smarkets or Betfair) where I bet for Real Madrid not to win at odds of 2.5 (or as close as I can get to those odds). In this way I am covered in all outcomes, and it allows me to fulfill the requirements of the bookies offer (For example Bet £10 and get £30 in Free bets)
What's the difference between the Bookie Site and the Exchange? On the Exchange Site you are basically being the Bookie and just like a Bookie, you have liability. If I bet £10 and my bet wins at odds of 2.5 then I win £25, so the bookies liability for this bet is £15, the extra money that they would have to give me if I win. There are calculators on the Match betting sites which you can use to calculate what Liability you need to enter on the exchange each time you make your matched bet. There is also software to help you find what games have the closest odds on both the bookies and the exchange, which is very important.
What do I do when I get my free bets? It's the same process again, You find a game that has very close odds on both the bookies and the exchange ( You do this by using odds matching software, the site I use for this is called OddsMonkey). Only this time when you use the calculator to work out your liability, you will set it to "Free bets SNR" so it knows you are not using real money. It will tell you how much Liability to use in the exchange and off you go.
How does this make me money? The fact that you have a free bet to use is what makes you money, For example a £30 free bet at odds of 5.5 in the bookies will win you £135 (30x 4.5, because the original free bet stake of £30 is not returned to you). Now let's say that the closest odds I can find in the Exchange for the same game are 6.0, I will need a liability of £112.50 to match my free bet in the bookies ( I use the calculator to work this out)
£135- 112.50 = £22.50 in Profit.
Alternatively if my bet on the exchange wins, I will lose the free bet of £30 (but it's not actually a loss to me because It's not real money) and I will win £22.50 on the exchange. Either way, I make a Profit of £22.50
What about providing card details? You can use a separate, virtual bank account for all your match betting, In this way your main banking information is not shared with any of the sites you sign up to. A good one to use is Monzo, the app is easy to use and it only takes 5 minutes to open an account. It's free to open an account and last I checked they actually have a referral scheme where you get £5 if you sign up through a referral link.
Non Referral here: https://monzo.com/
Where can I learn to do it? There are some sites that you have to pay a monthly subscription to but I found one called Team Profit that is free and has a full guide of all the different offers you can complete.
I worked my way down through the list of offers, nice and handy, and having completed 20 offers at 15 minutes per offer, I came out at £470 for 5 hours total of work.
If you are new to this site and are opening an account you can sign up for free Here
Here is a seperate link to the page with all the offers: https://www.teamprofit.com/welcome-offers-list
TLDR: You do not need to "gamble" to match bet, in fact by definition, the bet you make is "matched" on the exchange, so it is not a gamble in any sense.
I hope this guide helps and hopefully might even get a few people out of a fix this month with bills, rent etc.
Thanks for Reading.
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The Premier League is back tomorrow, which means a resurgence in Match Betting. Here is A Short, Handy Guide to Making £500 for a rainy day.

Putting this out there once more for those who missed it last month. Here is a link to the original post which might be useful because of questions answered in the comments section. Like I said before, This guide is a handy way to sort out a month's rent for 5 or 6 hours work, so I really hope it can be of use to someone.
Having done my research and having been able to turn a really nice profit in such a short time, I wanted to make a short guide to eliminate people's doubts and simplify things a little. Since it really doesn't take a lot of time to hit that £500 profit mark, it's a shame not to try it out. Anyway, Here it goes:
I was sceptical as hell about Match betting because a friend showed me the Facebook groups and it just looked like a giant gambling pyramid scheme. It turns out there is a decent chunk of change to be made from it, you just need to follow the guides and never ever actually gamble with your money.
Never ever Gamble? Yes That's right, you are going to be using Gambling sites to complete the various offers, but the whole idea behind match betting is that every time you "make a bet", you match that same bet on the exchange. So for example, if I bet £10 for Real Madrid to Win on the Bookie Site at odds of 2.5, I then also make a Matched bet on the Exchange (This is a separate site such as Smarkets or Betfair) where I bet for Real Madrid not to win at odds of 2.5 (or as close as I can get to those odds). In this way I am covered in all outcomes, and it allows me to fulfill the requirements of the bookies offer (For example Bet £10 and get £30 in Free bets)
What's the difference between the Bookie Site and the Exchange? On the Exchange Site you are basically being the Bookie and just like a Bookie, you have liability. If I bet £10 and my bet wins at odds of 2.5 then I win £25, so the bookies liability for this bet is £15, the extra money that they would have to give me if I win. There are calculators on the Match betting sites which you can use to calculate what Liability you need to enter on the exchange each time you make your matched bet. There is also software to help you find what games have the closest odds on both the bookies and the exchange, which is very important.
What do I do when I get my free bets? It's the same process again, You find a game that has very close odds on both the bookies and the exchange ( You can do this by eye or by using odds matching software. A good site with this software is called OddsMonkey). Only this time when you use the calculator to work out your liability, you will set it to "Free bets SNR" so it knows you are not using real money. It will tell you how much Liability to use in the exchange and off you go.
How does this make me money? The fact that you have a free bet to use is what makes you money, For example a £30 free bet at odds of 5.5 in the bookies will win you £135 (30x 4.5, because the original free bet stake of £30 is not returned to you). Now let's say that the closest odds I can find in the Exchange for the same game are 6.0, I will need a liability of £112.50 to match my free bet in the bookies ( I use the calculator on oddsmonkey to work this out)
£135- 112.50 = £22.50 in Profit.
Alternatively if my bet on the exchange wins, I will lose the free bet of £30 (but it's not actually a loss to me because It's not real money) and I will win £22.50 on the exchange. Either way, I make a Profit of £22.50
What about providing card details? You can use a separate, virtual bank account for all your match betting, In this way your main banking information is not shared with any of the sites you sign up to. A good one to use is Monzo, the app is easy to use and it only takes 5 minutes to open an account. It's free to open an account and last I checked they actually have a referral scheme where you get £5 if you sign up through a referral link.
Non Referral here: https://monzo.com/

Where can I learn to do it? There are some sites that you have to pay a monthly subscription to but I found one called Team Profit that is free and has a full guide of all the different offers you can complete.
I worked my way down through the list of offers, nice and handy, and having completed 20 offers at 15 minutes per offer, I came out at £470 for 5 hours total of work.
If you are new to this site and are opening a free account I would really appreciate if you use my Referral (£10)
Here is the non referral link to the page with all the offers: https://www.teamprofit.com/welcome-offers-list
TLDR: You do not need to "gamble" to match bet, in fact by definition, the bet you make is "matched" on the exchange, so it is not a gamble in any sense.
I hope this guide helps and hopefully might even get a few people out of a fix this month with bills, rent etc.
Thanks for Reading.
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[The Scuu Paradox] - Chapter 16

At the Beginning
Previously on The Scuu Paradox…
  Gibraltar used to say that waiting was for other people. As a ship, the majority of my time had been spent waiting, and never had that been more obvious than now. Even linked to my core, Kridib remained as quiet as always. After spending a total of four minutes sharing what he considered useful, he went back to leaning against the wall, waiting for Radiance’s info burst. On one occasion, a member of the backup squad entered to let him know both structures were secure—whatever that meant—then left. Kridib didn’t even glance up, muttering a vague acknowledgement.
  The milliseconds passed painfully slow. The only thing I could do was to go through my memories, searching for anything useful regarding the artifact. I had no reliable information regarding the forces we’d be facing, and with communications restored I dared not access any new restricted memories. All the time, I kept thinking of Euclid’s warning. The new front breaks, the old front bends. So far, I had seen plenty of that around.
  How many are outside? I asked.
  Same as before. Kridib shifted his gaze to his rifle.
  I can’t help without data. It was bad enough having to rely solely on him to get it.
  You’ll get it soon enough.
  No rush, I’m already dead. The sudden pause in Kridib’s actions told me I had gotten my point through. Did you see any Scuu attacks growing up?
  No. I could tell he was lying.
  You’ve seen one, I pressed. He wouldn’t have a death implant if he hadn’t.
  Kridib directed his attention to the window, then back to his rifle, all the time not saying a word. A few moments later, almost on cue, Radiance’s info burst came in.
  There were no specific instructions or directions, just a series of sat renditions of our surroundings along with some additional data. The colony we were at was called Birch and, according to the reading, had three-hundred and seven suspected hostiles. A personal comment from Radiance’s captain stated that it was possible that scanning countermeasures were being used, providing false readings. Given the state of technology on the planet, I found it unlikely.
  Flight Colonel Nitel’s location remained near the settlement center, roughly where it had been before, indicated by the letter N. In contrast, all markers indicating the captain’s suspected location, as well as Kridib and the rest of the backup squad, had been removed. My own marker—L for Light Seeker—was located in the northwest section of the colony, in a three-story building surrounded by hostiles. Radiance had estimated the exact number to be seven.
  Going a little sketchy there, Rad, I thought. During my time, I would have been able to give far more details, providing building layout and material composition at the very least.
  “Move out!” Kridib shouted. “Pincer approach. I’ll head straight for the target.”
  “Wilco,” someone said from outside the room. Based on the voice characteristics, I assumed it was Corporal Viez. During SR training, he usually had been assigned the position of team leader, though didn’t have any particular qualities to speak of. “Tag your kills.”
  “Roger that.” Kridib moved to the back of the room. Ready? he asked.
  Ready. It wasn’t like I could go anywhere.
  Kridib activated his sound suppressors and without warning dashed across the room. Three shots followed, each blasting a chunk off the wall behind him.
  Kridib, you’re an idiot, I thought as he ran out of view. It was a useless and reckless move, obviously done for my benefit. Thanks to it, though, I had the first real image of the colony outside. It was no more than a fragment, less than half a window-view crisscrossed with the remains of old boards, but it gave me everything I needed. Unlike Ash, Birch colony was lush with vegetation, likely placed over an underground water source. I could clearly see leaves and branches partially obstructing the view to the buildings across: a hybrid species specifically designed to thrive in the current arid environment. I was also able to see the enemy snipers—two of them, two floors apart. Both were ready and aiming, but neither had any watchers.
  Did you get them all? the man asked.
  Roof and first floor, I replied. At least one more off site.
  The impact spots made it impossible to triangulate the location.
  “Suppressive fire!” Kridib shouted. “Five seconds. Roof and first floor.”
  That was pretty useless, I said. You didn’t need a fix for suppressive fire.
  That was to prep you. Kridib removed the optics from his rifle, then cased it and put it on his back. As he finished the sound of automatic gunfire filled the air. Time to go. Keep up.
  Back on Radiance, I had spent days training for this mission. In all that time, not once had I seen Kridib in action. Nearly always, we would immediately split up, me being the decoy and him the silent support. I had often speculated about his approach, running simulations to match the known results. Seeing him in real life felt anticlimactic. There were no special techniques or advanced moves, just a lot of running. Compared to the veteran troopers I’d seen purge Cassandrian forces, he was like a child playing hide and seek. He had still managed to teach me one thing: the unknown was a powerful weapon.
  A second round of gunfire erupted as Kridib left the building. Enemy reinforcements had come to the spot, fighting against our squad: a perfect diversion that Kridib took advantage of. Analyzing the situation, I had established that the optimal solution would be to first retreat, then circle round before proceeding to his target. Instead, he took a direct approach, heading straight forward.
  You’re headed towards a cross-fire zone, I advised. It would have been easier to send a direct image, but I couldn’t be sure how he’d cope with the amount of information. Do a left-right-left to avoid it.
  Kridib dashed left, then right, then left again. Looking at the colony’s layout, all he needed to do was a direct dash forward to reach Nitel’s suspected location.
  Straight for five buildings, then take a right, I said. According to Radiance’s scan, the enemies had clustered at key strategic locations, allowing them to cover the entire area. Keep to the trees.
  Barely had I said it when automatic gunfire erupted, scattering bullets all along the street. The shooter didn’t have a direct line of sight, though he had managed to catch Kridib’s advancement, forcing him off course and into the nearest building. Given the enemy numbers, this was a win on their part; as long as they kept us pinned down, the battlefield was theirs.
  All that processing power and still sloppy as a rookie! I focused on our new location. Having a precise layout would have been useful about now.
  Stop! I shouted in Kridib’s mind. The opposite side’s covered. Two hostiles with line of sight, maybe more.
  Kridib didn’t even pause, rushing up the first staircase in sight. His movements were unusually precise for carrying something as large as a sniper rifle. Looking back at the events of the last twenty minutes, the majority of the colonists were snipers—an interesting choice, considering Scuu ground missions were said to have ceased ages ago.
  Status, the man said, moving towards the second floor.
  Hold on. I ran a few simulations. One confirmed, on the east side, partial view. The chances of getting hit were less than seventeen percent, even if it increased the distance to the objective. Two likely on the west side, limited view. I suggest you take that.
  A loud explosion echoed in the vicinity, shaking the building, accompanied by the faint smell of burned polymers.
  Keep an eye out. Kridib drew his sidearm. Reaching the second floor, Kridib stopped. Two doors—both heavily boarded with warnings symbols sprayed over in red and cyan paint—blocked the path to whatever rooms there were there. Several of the symbols were foreign to me, although I did recognize the sign for “Cleared” that purging troops used to indicate a structure had been checked and was empty. Kridib either didn’t know the significance of the markings or didn’t care, for he kicked the first door in. The slab of wood, as rotten as the boards that held it, gave in with ease, swinging off its hinges and falling into the room with a cloud of dust. Rays of light fbled in through the shuttered windows. Unlike the building Kridib had started from, the windows here had actual glass. Knowing him, though, it soon wouldn’t matter.
  I wouldn’t go there, I said. Purgers have been here. They might have left something behind.
  Sure. He ignored me, walking straight in.
  You don’t listen much, do you? It was the simulation training all over again, only here we wouldn’t be allowed further mess-ups. Having me get killed already put us at a disadvantage.
  Another explosion sounded, making the window panes tremble.
  Orbital bombardment? I asked.
  Shock charges, Kridib replied. I hadn’t heard of that of armament. Probably something in the vein of flashbangs, but relying on noise. Three more and I set off.
  It’ll be difficult establishing the safest route. With every second, my calculations became less precise. After a minute, I might as well start spewing random numbers. Won’t the blasts spook the captain?
  Doubtful. I could feel the smirk in Kridib’s voice. He’s not my target, though. You are.
  Communication request. War protocol eight.
  An external source attempted to link to my core. I paused for a few milliseconds. My first reaction was to check the validity of the request. My second—to raise my virtual defenses I had.
  From what I could tell, the request was genuine, although absurdly antiquated. The last time I’d received a transmission of that nature was when I was still under Augustus. Technically the communication protocol was never abandoned, although it had become largely phased out during my time. Originally created shortly after the start of Cassandrian war, the war protocols were meant to distinguish between civilian and military transmissions. In total, there were thirty-eight of them, each reserved for a specific purpose. HQ and the admiralties used protocols one through four, the next three were reserved for establishing isolated communication channels on the front, and everything else had a specific activity attached. Protocol eight was reserved for high priority rescue emergency requests. There was no telling who was trying to contact me now, but I knew it wasn’t to ask for rescue.
  Isolating the feed from Kridib, I approved the communication request. There were no specific identifiers, just a general failsafe protocol confirming the sender was considered part of the fleet.
  “Hello, rookie,” a familiar voice said. Instantly, I matched it to the old man I had seen at Ash colony’s monument. “I warned you that even sheep bite when you get too close.”
  Funny, I attempted to transmit back, only to receive a wave of notifications I was blocked.
  “Don’t worry, you’ll be able to speak soon… we just need to patch you up a bit. It won’t be clean, trust me, but better than nothing. Sorry for that, but I didn’t want you to go all crazy-like.”
  A third explosion rumbled at the building Kridib was at. It sounded closer than the previous two, this time followed by a series of shouts. Someone had likely lost a limb as a result. The screaming continued for six more seconds before abruptly stopping. Best case scenario, the wounded had been knocked out, though it was more likely that he was dead. Interestingly enough, while I heard the explosion from both sources, the screaming was only audible from Kridib’s.
  “Do you believe in coincidences, kiddo?” the man went on. It was obvious he was stalling for time. “You being you, I guess you don’t. It’s all odds and percentages with you, right?”
  Someone’s here with me, I told Kridib. It’s one of the Ash colonists. He’s setting up something. Not sure what, but there likely are others.
  Are you sure? Radiance didn’t get any life signs at your location.
  All I have is audio from a comm link. Might be a trap, but he’s stalling.
  As far as I was aware, there was no way to triangulate Kridib’s position, not that anyone would have to. Thanks to his stunts, everyone knew exactly where he was.
  Stay put, Kridib said out of habit. I didn’t feel the need to make a sarcastic reply, focusing on my other conversation instead. Based on the sound quality, the person had used some low-tech transmission station to link up to me. If I was to guess, he had probably taken the device the colony used to communicate with the orbital station.
  “I used to be like you when I was young. Serious and punctual, a real poster boy for the fleet.” He let out a single dry laugh. “A few decades in this hell and I know better. Nothing in this galaxy happens without a reason, you only have to find the underlying logic.”
  Red flags popped up. I had seen such behavior before when I was on the Cassandrian front. Most often, it happened to veterans. At one point, after fighting for decades, they started seeing patterns that weren’t there. Superstitions of causality crept in, making them convinced that everything was related. The fleet pretended to tolerate such behavior while instructing ships to monitor all psychological deviations. I had done it for decades, even if I couldn’t recall a thing. Those specific memory data fragments were extracted along with my psychiatry core the day I retired. Only the fleet’s medical branch had them now, probably locked in a secure database somewhere. However, I had been left with knowledge of the basic symptoms.
  “You probably think I’m rambling,” the voice sounded closer. “Nothing wrong with that. You can speak your mind now that you’re human. Well, not now. You still have to go through the procedure. I won’t lie that it’s painless, but your kind never felt pain, did they? I bet the shots were more a surprise than actual pain. Nice skill to have, to be honest. Saves a lot of screaming.”
  I heard a door open—less than two meters away from the comm device, if I could judge by the sounds. Two pairs of steps came in, walking heavily. Moments later, there was a loud thud on the floor.
  Two more entered my room, I told Kridib. They’ve brought a device with them.
  Kridib didn’t answer. I watched him check the magazine of his sidearm, then open one of the windows. There was an abundance of smoke visible through the board cracks.
  No hostiles visible, I said, although I knew they were out there. Even in a colony this size, the expected fatalities caused by our backup squad and the following bombardment were likely to be in the mid-thirty range. That meant several hundred veterans still remained.
  A sharp pain shot through me, giving the sensation of all body nerve endings being scraped out of my body. The closest comparable feeling I had was when my mind was probed aboard the Prometheus.
  “Bear with it, kiddo,” the man said. “It’s part of the process.”
  Process of what? I wondered.
  Auxiliary data connection established.
  Auxiliary data connection established.
  Auxiliary data connection established.
  Millions of notifications flooded my core. There was no way of stopping or blocking them. One after the other, connections latched onto me, each with a blank ID that was quickly catalogued away without any involvement on my part. At first, I thought I was the target of a virus attack—without military grade defenses and firewalls, I was an easy target. The medical team aboard the Gregorius had done a lot to reinforce my outer core shell, but I had no idea if they had ramped up my software defenses. Shortly later, I realized—they weren’t hacking my core, they were injecting me with nanites.
  “You won’t get all of it back, but some sensation is better than nothing,” the voice continued. “Think of it as a second retirement.”
  I’m being injected with nanites, I quickly informed Kridib. Consider me compromised and get Radiance to bomb my location.
  Those aren’t my orders, Kridib replied.
  Wasting resources on me is risking the mission. If they find a way round my failsafe, I’ll expose the entire operation. Make the call.
  “Close to done,” my captor said. “Do you know how many nanites are put in the average soldier? Roughly five times as many as a flight cadet. I forget the numbers, but it’s a vast difference. Makes sense. Grunts get cast all over the place, while bridgers stay safely in orbit.”
  Bridgers? I hadn’t heard that term before, even if the point was clear.
  “It’s different on the Scuu front. Grunts here get no nanites. We’re sent out with nothing. Those that make it back get pumped up.” A one millisecond echo trailed his voice as he spoke. “You’re also different. Retired battleships get up to two liters of nanites in them. Most of it is for bone maintenance.”
  My communication link was suddenly severed. The only stream I had access to now was Kridib, who had shot two boards off the window and was now waiting for something to happen. Unlike before, no one had fired at him, although shooting was still going on in the distance. The backup squad was holding on.
  “She’s all set,” a new voice said—younger, with a slight speech defect pronouncing the vowels far shorter than they should be. “I can use more agora to speed things up.”
  “Save it for later,” the old man asked. “Can you hear me, battleship? You should have some muscle control.”
  I tried moving. Even with nanites in communication with my core, I couldn’t feel my body or detect my heartbeat. At the same time, there was no denying my hearing was there. Slowly, I tried to open my eyes. The blurry image that appeared in front of me told me I had succeeded. Judging by the distorted focus, my ocular organs had suffered considerable damage. My sense of taste and smell were nearly intact, slamming me with a strong stench of rot.
  “That’s it.” I could tell someone was leaning above me. “Shallow breaths. You need to take in air in order to speak. One of humanity’s many imperfections.”
  “Lungs…” I managed to whisper the word. Despite the complete lack of sensation, they were there. “Why do I have lungs?”
  I heard a burst of dry laughter nearby. At least one person seemed amused by the entire situation.
  “How’s your sight?”
  “Getting there,” I lied. The only thing I was capable of seeing remained blurry outlines and dull colors. Algorithms helped a bit, but even so eighty percent of my viewing capacity was lost. “I still know who you are.”
  “You think you do.” The man pointed a finger at me. “You’ll get your sight back. For a while, at least. What happens after that depends on you.”
  “No, it doesn’t.” I tried to move my head. There was equipment nearby. I couldn’t make out its exact nature, but based on its size and position from me, I could assume it was medical tech. The room itself, though, didn’t look like part of a medical facility. It was too large and empty. The way I was placed, I could see no doors or windows, suggesting the room was fairly isolated.
  I’m underground, I told Kridib. I can make out five people. No doors or windows.
  “The fleet will scorch the planet,” I said as loudly as I could. “It’s already started.”
  “Hah.” The man moved away. “I’m sure they want to. I bet right now there’s a bureaucrat somewhere who’s dying to send the order, but he wouldn’t dare. That’s one of the beauties of bureaucracy. Even with a full riot going on, it’ll take days for someone to get all the permissions, and by then we’ll be long gone… one way or the other.”
  “Doesn’t sound too optimistic.” An explosion echoed from Kridib’s feed. That made five.
  “Your masters are getting restless.” The old man looked up at the ceiling. Even now, I remained unable to make out his face. “They know what will happen if the rest of the fleet finds out about this scheme of theirs, so they want to settle it quickly before someone finds out. I don’t want to be in the shoes of whoever has to explain it to the Arbiters. What did you think would happen? Seriously?”
  “Nothing was supposed to happen.”
  “You dangle a get-off-the-planet-of-no-return carrot and you expect nothing to happen?” The man waved as he spoke. From the angle, I could tell the signs weren’t meant for me. “You know what the life expectancy here is, right?”
  “Not much.” I tried to nod. The effort proved too much.
  “A full decade living in shit, pissing yourself every night, praying to any gods out there that you might die before you wake up.” The man had his back to me. “That’s what passes as a reward. Renaan knew. That’s why he set off in the middle of the night. That’s why he promised a way off to everyone with him.”
  So much for operational security, though it did explain the rush.
  “He was a desperate coward.” The old man turned around. “And all desperate cowards forget that there are even more desperate cowards.”
  “Hello again, battleship,” came a familiar voice from the corner of the room. “Thanks for the ticket out of here.”
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[The Scuu Paradox] - Chapter 16

At the Beginning
Previously on The Scuu Paradox…
  Gibraltar used to say that waiting was for other people. As a ship, the majority of my time had been spent waiting, and never had that been more obvious than now. Even linked to my core, Kridib remained as quiet as always. After spending a total of four minutes sharing what he considered useful, he went back to leaning against the wall, waiting for Radiance’s info burst. On one occasion, a member of the backup squad entered to let him know both structures were secure—whatever that meant—then left. Kridib didn’t even glance up, muttering a vague acknowledgement.
  The milliseconds passed painfully slow. The only thing I could do was to go through my memories, searching for anything useful regarding the artifact. I had no reliable information regarding the forces we’d be facing, and with communications restored I dared not access any new restricted memories. All the time, I kept thinking of Euclid’s warning. The new front breaks, the old front bends. So far, I had seen plenty of that around.
  How many are outside? I asked.
  Same as before. Kridib shifted his gaze to his rifle.
  I can’t help without data. It was bad enough having to rely solely on him to get it.
  You’ll get it soon enough.
  No rush, I’m already dead. The sudden pause in Kridib’s actions told me I had gotten my point through. Did you see any Scuu attacks growing up?
  No. I could tell he was lying.
  You’ve seen one, I pressed. He wouldn’t have a death implant if he hadn’t.
  Kridib directed his attention to the window, then back to his rifle, all the time not saying a word. A few moments later, almost on cue, Radiance’s info burst came in.
  There were no specific instructions or directions, just a series of sat renditions of our surroundings along with some additional data. The colony we were at was called Birch and, according to the reading, had three-hundred and seven suspected hostiles. A personal comment from Radiance’s captain stated that it was possible that scanning countermeasures were being used, providing false readings. Given the state of technology on the planet, I found it unlikely.
  Flight Colonel Nitel’s location remained near the settlement center, roughly where it had been before, indicated by the letter N. In contrast, all markers indicating the captain’s suspected location, as well as Kridib and the rest of the backup squad, had been removed. My own marker—L for Light Seeker—was located in the northwest section of the colony, in a three-story building surrounded by hostiles. Radiance had estimated the exact number to be seven.
  Going a little sketchy there, Rad, I thought. During my time, I would have been able to give far more details, providing building layout and material composition at the very least.
  “Move out!” Kridib shouted. “Pincer approach. I’ll head straight for the target.”
  “Wilco,” someone said from outside the room. Based on the voice characteristics, I assumed it was Corporal Viez. During SR training, he usually had been assigned the position of team leader, though didn’t have any particular qualities to speak of. “Tag your kills.”
  “Roger that.” Kridib moved to the back of the room. Ready? he asked.
  Ready. It wasn’t like I could go anywhere.
  Kridib activated his sound suppressors and without warning dashed across the room. Three shots followed, each blasting a chunk off the wall behind him.
  Kridib, you’re an idiot, I thought as he ran out of view. It was a useless and reckless move, obviously done for my benefit. Thanks to it, though, I had the first real image of the colony outside. It was no more than a fragment, less than half a window-view crisscrossed with the remains of old boards, but it gave me everything I needed. Unlike Ash, Birch colony was lush with vegetation, likely placed over an underground water source. I could clearly see leaves and branches partially obstructing the view to the buildings across: a hybrid species specifically designed to thrive in the current arid environment. I was also able to see the enemy snipers—two of them, two floors apart. Both were ready and aiming, but neither had any watchers.
  Did you get them all? the man asked.
  Roof and first floor, I replied. At least one more off site.
  The impact spots made it impossible to triangulate the location.
  “Suppressive fire!” Kridib shouted. “Five seconds. Roof and first floor.”
  That was pretty useless, I said. You didn’t need a fix for suppressive fire.
  That was to prep you. Kridib removed the optics from his rifle, then cased it and put it on his back. As he finished the sound of automatic gunfire filled the air. Time to go. Keep up.
  Back on Radiance, I had spent days training for this mission. In all that time, not once had I seen Kridib in action. Nearly always, we would immediately split up, me being the decoy and him the silent support. I had often speculated about his approach, running simulations to match the known results. Seeing him in real life felt anticlimactic. There were no special techniques or advanced moves, just a lot of running. Compared to the veteran troopers I’d seen purge Cassandrian forces, he was like a child playing hide and seek. He had still managed to teach me one thing: the unknown was a powerful weapon.
  A second round of gunfire erupted as Kridib left the building. Enemy reinforcements had come to the spot, fighting against our squad: a perfect diversion that Kridib took advantage of. Analyzing the situation, I had established that the optimal solution would be to first retreat, then circle round before proceeding to his target. Instead, he took a direct approach, heading straight forward.
  You’re headed towards a cross-fire zone, I advised. It would have been easier to send a direct image, but I couldn’t be sure how he’d cope with the amount of information. Do a left-right-left to avoid it.
  Kridib dashed left, then right, then left again. Looking at the colony’s layout, all he needed to do was a direct dash forward to reach Nitel’s suspected location.
  Straight for five buildings, then take a right, I said. According to Radiance’s scan, the enemies had clustered at key strategic locations, allowing them to cover the entire area. Keep to the trees.
  Barely had I said it when automatic gunfire erupted, scattering bullets all along the street. The shooter didn’t have a direct line of sight, though he had managed to catch Kridib’s advancement, forcing him off course and into the nearest building. Given the enemy numbers, this was a win on their part; as long as they kept us pinned down, the battlefield was theirs.
  All that processing power and still sloppy as a rookie! I focused on our new location. Having a precise layout would have been useful about now.
  Stop! I shouted in Kridib’s mind. The opposite side’s covered. Two hostiles with line of sight, maybe more.
  Kridib didn’t even pause, rushing up the first staircase in sight. His movements were unusually precise for carrying something as large as a sniper rifle. Looking back at the events of the last twenty minutes, the majority of the colonists were snipers—an interesting choice, considering Scuu ground missions were said to have ceased ages ago.
  Status, the man said, moving towards the second floor.
  Hold on. I ran a few simulations. One confirmed, on the east side, partial view. The chances of getting hit were less than seventeen percent, even if it increased the distance to the objective. Two likely on the west side, limited view. I suggest you take that.
  A loud explosion echoed in the vicinity, shaking the building, accompanied by the faint smell of burned polymers.
  Keep an eye out. Kridib drew his sidearm. Reaching the second floor, Kridib stopped. Two doors—both heavily boarded with warnings symbols sprayed over in red and cyan paint—blocked the path to whatever rooms there were there. Several of the symbols were foreign to me, although I did recognize the sign for “Cleared” that purging troops used to indicate a structure had been checked and was empty. Kridib either didn’t know the significance of the markings or didn’t care, for he kicked the first door in. The slab of wood, as rotten as the boards that held it, gave in with ease, swinging off its hinges and falling into the room with a cloud of dust. Rays of light fbled in through the shuttered windows. Unlike the building Kridib had started from, the windows here had actual glass. Knowing him, though, it soon wouldn’t matter.
  I wouldn’t go there, I said. Purgers have been here. They might have left something behind.
  Sure. He ignored me, walking straight in.
  You don’t listen much, do you? It was the simulation training all over again, only here we wouldn’t be allowed further mess-ups. Having me get killed already put us at a disadvantage.
  Another explosion sounded, making the window panes tremble.
  Orbital bombardment? I asked.
  Shock charges, Kridib replied. I hadn’t heard of that of armament. Probably something in the vein of flashbangs, but relying on noise. Three more and I set off.
  It’ll be difficult establishing the safest route. With every second, my calculations became less precise. After a minute, I might as well start spewing random numbers. Won’t the blasts spook the captain?
  Doubtful. I could feel the smirk in Kridib’s voice. He’s not my target, though. You are.
  Communication request. War protocol eight.
  An external source attempted to link to my core. I paused for a few milliseconds. My first reaction was to check the validity of the request. My second—to raise my virtual defenses I had.
  From what I could tell, the request was genuine, although absurdly antiquated. The last time I’d received a transmission of that nature was when I was still under Augustus. Technically the communication protocol was never abandoned, although it had become largely phased out during my time. Originally created shortly after the start of Cassandrian war, the war protocols were meant to distinguish between civilian and military transmissions. In total, there were thirty-eight of them, each reserved for a specific purpose. HQ and the admiralties used protocols one through four, the next three were reserved for establishing isolated communication channels on the front, and everything else had a specific activity attached. Protocol eight was reserved for high priority rescue emergency requests. There was no telling who was trying to contact me now, but I knew it wasn’t to ask for rescue.
  Isolating the feed from Kridib, I approved the communication request. There were no specific identifiers, just a general failsafe protocol confirming the sender was considered part of the fleet.
  “Hello, rookie,” a familiar voice said. Instantly, I matched it to the old man I had seen at Ash colony’s monument. “I warned you that even sheep bite when you get too close.”
  Funny, I attempted to transmit back, only to receive a wave of notifications I was blocked.
  “Don’t worry, you’ll be able to speak soon… we just need to patch you up a bit. It won’t be clean, trust me, but better than nothing. Sorry for that, but I didn’t want you to go all crazy-like.”
  A third explosion rumbled at the building Kridib was at. It sounded closer than the previous two, this time followed by a series of shouts. Someone had likely lost a limb as a result. The screaming continued for six more seconds before abruptly stopping. Best case scenario, the wounded had been knocked out, though it was more likely that he was dead. Interestingly enough, while I heard the explosion from both sources, the screaming was only audible from Kridib’s.
  “Do you believe in coincidences, kiddo?” the man went on. It was obvious he was stalling for time. “You being you, I guess you don’t. It’s all odds and percentages with you, right?”
  Someone’s here with me, I told Kridib. It’s one of the Ash colonists. He’s setting up something. Not sure what, but there likely are others.
  Are you sure? Radiance didn’t get any life signs at your location.
  All I have is audio from a comm link. Might be a trap, but he’s stalling.
  As far as I was aware, there was no way to triangulate Kridib’s position, not that anyone would have to. Thanks to his stunts, everyone knew exactly where he was.
  Stay put, Kridib said out of habit. I didn’t feel the need to make a sarcastic reply, focusing on my other conversation instead. Based on the sound quality, the person had used some low-tech transmission station to link up to me. If I was to guess, he had probably taken the device the colony used to communicate with the orbital station.
  “I used to be like you when I was young. Serious and punctual, a real poster boy for the fleet.” He let out a single dry laugh. “A few decades in this hell and I know better. Nothing in this galaxy happens without a reason, you only have to find the underlying logic.”
  Red flags popped up. I had seen such behavior before when I was on the Cassandrian front. Most often, it happened to veterans. At one point, after fighting for decades, they started seeing patterns that weren’t there. Superstitions of causality crept in, making them convinced that everything was related. The fleet pretended to tolerate such behavior while instructing ships to monitor all psychological deviations. I had done it for decades, even if I couldn’t recall a thing. Those specific memory data fragments were extracted along with my psychiatry core the day I retired. Only the fleet’s medical branch had them now, probably locked in a secure database somewhere. However, I had been left with knowledge of the basic symptoms.
  “You probably think I’m rambling,” the voice sounded closer. “Nothing wrong with that. You can speak your mind now that you’re human. Well, not now. You still have to go through the procedure. I won’t lie that it’s painless, but your kind never felt pain, did they? I bet the shots were more a surprise than actual pain. Nice skill to have, to be honest. Saves a lot of screaming.”
  I heard a door open—less than two meters away from the comm device, if I could judge by the sounds. Two pairs of steps came in, walking heavily. Moments later, there was a loud thud on the floor.
  Two more entered my room, I told Kridib. They’ve brought a device with them.
  Kridib didn’t answer. I watched him check the magazine of his sidearm, then open one of the windows. There was an abundance of smoke visible through the board cracks.
  No hostiles visible, I said, although I knew they were out there. Even in a colony this size, the expected fatalities caused by our backup squad and the following bombardment were likely to be in the mid-thirty range. That meant several hundred veterans still remained.
  A sharp pain shot through me, giving the sensation of all body nerve endings being scraped out of my body. The closest comparable feeling I had was when my mind was probed aboard the Prometheus.
  “Bear with it, kiddo,” the man said. “It’s part of the process.”
  Process of what? I wondered.
  Auxiliary data connection established.
  Auxiliary data connection established.
  Auxiliary data connection established.
  Millions of notifications flooded my core. There was no way of stopping or blocking them. One after the other, connections latched onto me, each with a blank ID that was quickly catalogued away without any involvement on my part. At first, I thought I was the target of a virus attack—without military grade defenses and firewalls, I was an easy target. The medical team aboard the Gregorius had done a lot to reinforce my outer core shell, but I had no idea if they had ramped up my software defenses. Shortly later, I realized—they weren’t hacking my core, they were injecting me with nanites.
  “You won’t get all of it back, but some sensation is better than nothing,” the voice continued. “Think of it as a second retirement.”
  I’m being injected with nanites, I quickly informed Kridib. Consider me compromised and get Radiance to bomb my location.
  Those aren’t my orders, Kridib replied.
  Wasting resources on me is risking the mission. If they find a way round my failsafe, I’ll expose the entire operation. Make the call.
  “Close to done,” my captor said. “Do you know how many nanites are put in the average soldier? Roughly five times as many as a flight cadet. I forget the numbers, but it’s a vast difference. Makes sense. Grunts get cast all over the place, while bridgers stay safely in orbit.”
  Bridgers? I hadn’t heard that term before, even if the point was clear.
  “It’s different on the Scuu front. Grunts here get no nanites. We’re sent out with nothing. Those that make it back get pumped up.” A one millisecond echo trailed his voice as he spoke. “You’re also different. Retired battleships get up to two liters of nanites in them. Most of it is for bone maintenance.”
  My communication link was suddenly severed. The only stream I had access to now was Kridib, who had shot two boards off the window and was now waiting for something to happen. Unlike before, no one had fired at him, although shooting was still going on in the distance. The backup squad was holding on.
  “She’s all set,” a new voice said—younger, with a slight speech defect pronouncing the vowels far shorter than they should be. “I can use more agora to speed things up.”
  “Save it for later,” the old man asked. “Can you hear me, battleship? You should have some muscle control.”
  I tried moving. Even with nanites in communication with my core, I couldn’t feel my body or detect my heartbeat. At the same time, there was no denying my hearing was there. Slowly, I tried to open my eyes. The blurry image that appeared in front of me told me I had succeeded. Judging by the distorted focus, my ocular organs had suffered considerable damage. My sense of taste and smell were nearly intact, slamming me with a strong stench of rot.
  “That’s it.” I could tell someone was leaning above me. “Shallow breaths. You need to take in air in order to speak. One of humanity’s many imperfections.”
  “Lungs…” I managed to whisper the word. Despite the complete lack of sensation, they were there. “Why do I have lungs?”
  I heard a burst of dry laughter nearby. At least one person seemed amused by the entire situation.
  “How’s your sight?”
  “Getting there,” I lied. The only thing I was capable of seeing remained blurry outlines and dull colors. Algorithms helped a bit, but even so eighty percent of my viewing capacity was lost. “I still know who you are.”
  “You think you do.” The man pointed a finger at me. “You’ll get your sight back. For a while, at least. What happens after that depends on you.”
  “No, it doesn’t.” I tried to move my head. There was equipment nearby. I couldn’t make out its exact nature, but based on its size and position from me, I could assume it was medical tech. The room itself, though, didn’t look like part of a medical facility. It was too large and empty. The way I was placed, I could see no doors or windows, suggesting the room was fairly isolated.
  I’m underground, I told Kridib. I can make out five people. No doors or windows.
  “The fleet will scorch the planet,” I said as loudly as I could. “It’s already started.”
  “Hah.” The man moved away. “I’m sure they want to. I bet right now there’s a bureaucrat somewhere who’s dying to send the order, but he wouldn’t dare. That’s one of the beauties of bureaucracy. Even with a full riot going on, it’ll take days for someone to get all the permissions, and by then we’ll be long gone… one way or the other.”
  “Doesn’t sound too optimistic.” An explosion echoed from Kridib’s feed. That made five.
  “Your masters are getting restless.” The old man looked up at the ceiling. Even now, I remained unable to make out his face. “They know what will happen if the rest of the fleet finds out about this scheme of theirs, so they want to settle it quickly before someone finds out. I don’t want to be in the shoes of whoever has to explain it to the Arbiters. What did you think would happen? Seriously?”
  “Nothing was supposed to happen.”
  “You dangle a get-off-the-planet-of-no-return carrot and you expect nothing to happen?” The man waved as he spoke. From the angle, I could tell the signs weren’t meant for me. “You know what the life expectancy here is, right?”
  “Not much.” I tried to nod. The effort proved too much.
  “A full decade living in shit, pissing yourself every night, praying to any gods out there that you might die before you wake up.” The man had his back to me. “That’s what passes as a reward. Renaan knew. That’s why he set off in the middle of the night. That’s why he promised a way off to everyone with him.”
  So much for operational security, though it did explain the rush.
  “He was a desperate coward.” The old man turned around. “And all desperate cowards forget that there are even more desperate cowards.”
  “Hello again, battleship,” came a familiar voice from the corner of the room. “Thanks for the ticket out of here.”
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Frozen Homes Pt5: 7th Fleet

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Admiral Miles sat comfortably on the bridge in his crash couch, going through the daily reports. Fleet efficiency at 93%, a few fights, some requests for shore leave, and the odd couple caught in places they shouldn't be pretty regular stuff. Fraternisation wasn't banned in the star navy, sometimes however, he would get a report of some crewmen caught in less than appropriate dress in areas they shouldn't be. Admiral Miles was one of the many that understood that being stuck on a ship for months or even years, this kind of stuff would happen.
"Issue a warning to the crew and stick the offenders in the brig for a few days... Separately he corrected himself." Passing the orders to his second.
7th Fleet was on course for an unexplored system. Dispatched months ago by star command, his orders were to explore the system and return after a month's stay.
"Admiral, Long-range scanners are getting a lot of magnetic interference from the system. I can clean it up, but it's rather unusual." Reported, crewmen Bria.
"Must be why we're heading out there. Maybe some big brain found something worth studying and wants to make sure it's safe." The weapons officer added.
"Clear up the interference. I want to know what's in that system within the hour. Divert power from the engines and non-essential systems if you have to." The fleet slowed down and reformed itself, lighting the system up with their scanners. He smiled at how well the fleet was performing. The 7th fleet was relatively new compared to the others, having been reformed recently after a devastating defeat by a combined pirate force only three years ago.
"What do you think, Norae? It seems a bit too far out for them to know something like this would be out here." The admiral asked his first officer. She was a good second, a bit too strict at times, but she held the respect of the 7th fleet."
"There shouldn't be a reason to send an entire fleet out this far. So they were expecting trouble like this, or they had plans for something else. If they were expecting trouble, They wouldn't have sent a fleet with zero combat experience." She replied.
"I'll have to agree with that, train of thought." Looking at what he could see of the system, he felt something was off.
"Sir massive energy source approaching from S1-E8. It is going to pass us within the minute." Bria reported.
The bridge was silent. The fleet was currently moving at relatively high speed, being passed like this was not something that should happen.
"Identify, make sure it's non-hostile or a some sort of spatial distortion." Ordered the admiral.
"Confirm IFF T.E.S.Quest Results. It's Packing, a load of gravitons on its hull, and it's moving Very, Very fast." Bria informed the bridge.
Engineer Tanda was laughing like a maniac. "It's a new FLT drive!" He shouted. "Look at it go!" Happily putting the readout on the main screen for everyone to witness.
Admiral Miles let a vicious smile slide across his face. "Well, I guess we know why we're here now. Ensure our scanners get as much data as they can while it passes by. I'm sure the engineers would appreciate a secondary perspective." Watching as the ship passed his fleet at an insane speed, he wondered if he was witnessing history.
"Sir, it appears the ship is having issues slowing down, it's entering the system at a dangerous speed," Bria informed the admiral with dread in her voice. "Correction I've lost contact with the Quest Results, sir."
Silence permeated the bridge. "How long until we can get to the system at max speed?" Admiral Miles asked in a calm voice, trying not to worry his crew.
"one hundred seven hours at max speed, sir." Reported the helmsmen.
"Do it! I want that pilot rescued and brought home." He ordered.
"Or at least bring home what's left of him."
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Srettia had Michael sitting on a chair looking over him menacingly.
"Captian Michael, you stand accused of attempting to Peep on a maiden out of dress how do you plead?" Srettia asked in a neutral tone.
"I was just getting some damn water, how was I supposed to know you were in the storage room." Michael protested.
"Only three rooms partner, cockpit, medical, and storage. you had to know she was in one of them." Jack added.
"You didn't even bother to avert your eyes or leave the room. You just walked in and grabbed your water and left while I was trying to cover myself!" She hissed.
"Well, yea. I wanted water I got it. Do you know how many titties and dongs, I've seen in the service? Hundreds, that's how many." The pilot added flatly. "Besides, why were you even dressing in there. Isn't your room medical?" Michael questioned.
"Jack told me there were some supplies I could use to keep myself a bit warmer I was placing heating pads in my inner pockets when you came along." She replied softly.
"Well, blame jack then, he could have warned either of us." Michael looked at a camera. "In fact, I bet he's the real reason that happened. Right Partner..." Ignoring them, Michael got up and walked towards his crash couch.
"We'll never know, partner."
Srettia Looked at the camera, "Never again."
" I don't know what you're talking about." ;)
Srettia walked into the medical room and picked up her data pad for some quality reading time away from the animal. Reflecting for a moment, she leaned to the side of her bed and whispered into an audio receptor. "Hey, Jack... Whats a tittie?"
Jack laughed and threw up an image of a Terran female in undergarments on the nearest screen and began explaining the concept of mammary glands. Srettia listened closely and learned about male attraction and the feeding of children.
"Oh... I see. We don't feed our children like that." She informed Jack.
Turning on her data pad and browsing her book selection. Mostly romance and adventure novels. She put her data pad back down huffing in anger. "Why am I so annoyed right now, and what the hell is wrong with that jerk. He has no decency! Just doing what he wants regardless of what others are doing." She complained aloud.
"I wouldn't let it get to you. According to his file, Michael has always been like that. It takes a special kind of brave and stupid to do the things he does. It results in such an attitude towards things." Jack supplied. "Besides, I think he is doing fairly well, considering he almost died a day ago."
"Yeah, I suppose that kind of makes sense." She picked up her data pad and chose a random adventure book to start reading.
"He's still an animal," she said to no one in particular.
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Michael was watching the sensor logs in an effort to gleam the weakness of the navy ships tailing them. "Primitive laser weapons and ion drive, efficient but still primitive. They'll eventually catch us, but not before we make it out of the system. They also have a massive amount of ships, why do they need over 400 warships for one system? And are we just going to keep running until they catch us? Or do you actually have a plan?" he asked Jack.
"Calm down Michael. We passed the 7th fleet on our way into the system. We are currently on a heading straight for their last know position. The plan is to meet up with the 7th fleet, at which point it's the admiral's problem. Which happens to be much larger than you think."
Michael sat in his couch, looking dumbly at the nearest camera. "When were you planning on telling me an entire fleet is about to park itself in a inhabited system? Seems pretty important to leave out. Though I did have a feeling that the navy would do something like this." He sighed.
"That is why we must leave the system and signal to the fleet to stop and rendezvous with us. I'm sorry for not telling you sooner."
"So let me go through my list, currently, there is a grumpy alien that complains about me being an animal every time we cross paths, which is often considering the size of the pod. An enemy fleet chasing us, that will eventually catch us. And to top it all off, an entire allied fleet about to park its ass inside a system inhabited by said grouchy's people. That about cover it?" Michael lamented.
"No, There is also the fact that I have been investigating the remains of Acarro. I do not think the destruction was natural." Jack whispered, making sure only Michael could hear.
"This system has been nothing but trouble. It's like everything around it is made of grumpy and suck. So, we meet the 7th fleet and hope the admiral is a nice guy. Open diplomatic relations, and pray whatever destroyed Acarro is long gone?"
"That is the best course of action we have availa-."
"Whoa hold on!" Michael interrupted jack. "You found that out Through Srettia's scanners, right? That means there is a high chance the Aasteran government knows about it. Which explains the quick response, The large pursuit fleet, And the size of their military."
"You're much smarter then I gave you credit for partner. You did miss that also means that if the 7th fleet parks in the middle of the system, it will most likely lead to hostilities. Also, I've finished running the calculations. The fleet will make it to the system before we can leave."
"Ahh, of course, What a happy day to be the Terran to start an interstellar war." Slamming his head into his hands, Michael decided now was a good time for some sleep, he had lots of work to do.
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Srettia was doing her best to avoid Michael, keeping herself locked away in her makeshift room. "Every time I see his stupid face, I get angry!" She complained to herself. "Jack, How long until we get out of the system?"
"Thirty-seven hours to go, Srettia." Jack supplied. "You seem to be troubled about something, anything I can do to help?" Though jack knew what was bothering her. Discretion was key.
"I'm just frustrated about everything. I've been stuck in this pod for over three days. And every time I run into Michael, he always acts like its the end of the world and ignores me!"
Jack laughed to himself. "You'll be sad when he's gone. And besides, he's acting like that because he's worried."
"I'm sure he is... Wait what? Why would he be worried? What aren't you two telling me!?" She demanded.
Jack hesitated for what felt like an eternity but was a mere second for Srettia."The Terran 7th fleet is heading towards this system. He's very worried your people might react negatively and fire on the Terran fleet. The results could be disastrous for your people. He's been in and out of the pod for the last few days, altering your communication software and equipment, trying to boost the signal to reach the fleet. I've been helping, but with our limited knowledge, it's been hard."
"Why didn't he tell me? And why haven't I noticed him missing?" She asked quietly.
"Michael went to great lengths to make sure you were unaware of his activity. You avoiding him also helped considerably. He did not want to alarm you."
"Well, I'm very alarmed now," getting up, she made her way to the bridge where she normally found him only to discover his couch empty. "Where is he?" Srettia asked.
"He's fine," Jack responded curtly.
"Oh no, I insist you tell me." She replied with a menacing smile.
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Michael was in fact not fine. "Damn it, Jack! This panel won't budge. These damn aliens must not believe in quick-release levers. How the hell do they expect to get any repairs done?" Slamming on the Panel with a hammer, he was starting to lose the feeling in his arms.
"I don't think they planned repair around an alien working outside in Exo while the ship was moving at an unsafe speed partner. Your vitals are dropping, you're dehydrated and suffering from hypothermia, this suit was not built for long term Exo. You need to call it a day." Jack helpfully informed Michael.
"I don't have time to die. You said it yourself the 7th fleet could be here in a bit over four days. We're looking at five, minimum for coms range unless I get this installed." Finally, the panel flew off and was lost to space. "Well, that works, maybe it'll hit one of those cruisers chasing us." Michael laughed at the idea. "Now let's see if, ahh there it is," pulling out the communication console he stole from his pod, he began to install it onto the alien ship. "I'll die once this is done, besides I'm fine." He hoped.
"Srettia has just discovered your activities, She is very, very angry."
"What for, wouldn't she be happy if I died? I mean, she seemed pretty content to ignore my existence. Is she worried she won't get her FTL engine?"
"Your file makes a lot of sense when it comes to women partner. She is demanding you return immediately."
Michaels's fingers weren't cooperating. They were numb and hard to move. "I'm almost done, once I get this installed and foam it, I'll return. Until then, tell her to buzz off." Fumbling with plas welder, he went to work putting in the final pieces.
"She did not like being told to buzz off," Jack informed him holding back a nervous laugh. Michaels vitals were not well.
"Great, that's the last thing I needed," Michael responded.
Two hours later, he finished up his work and chucked the foam canister into space. Shakily getting up, Michael silently made his way back to his pod.
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Tail twitching around angrily, Srettia waited at the pod entrance for Michael. "Buzz off my tail! I'll show him what telling me to buzz off gets him." She sat down and waited for the idiot to return.
A few hours later, the pod entrance opened, and Michael stumbled in. Her eyes went wide in shock, The strong-looking man she knew, was hardly able to hold himself upright, he was shaking and his skin was as white as her own. He made it into the pod and closed the door before crumbling into a heap on the floor.
"I THOUGHT YOU SAID HE WAS FINE!" She yelled at Jack, rushing over to Michael, trying to pick him up, and realising for the first time just how heavy he was."I can't move him, Jack what do I do? What the hell is he made of?"
"You need to remove His Exo suit and follow my orders. I'll highlight all the equipment you'll need to treat him in the medical bay."
Rushing over to medical, she grabbed a blanket, a pouch of liquid some needles, and a vial of thick grey liquid. "running back over to Michael, she began removing what she could of his Exo suit, places of his skin had turned black or were peeling and red. What shocked her the most, He was frozen, cold to touch. What do I do?" She asked.
Bringing up pictures for her to see, Jack guided her through the steps needed. "Needles first just as shown in the proper order." Watching her hesitate for a moment, she shoved a needle in his heart, his leg, then his arm. "Correct good work. Now dump the grey vial on his chest, Good. Take the bag and put it in a spot a high spot, now put the pointed edge in the highlighted point, Excellent, now you just need to wrap him in the blanket, and let the medical nanites, do the rest. If he's lucky, it won't hurt too much, easy as pie, right? :)
"Easy my tail, He nearly died from what I can tell. If it wasn't for your dumb alien healing tech, I'm betting he would not have made it." Pointing a finger at the nearest camera. "What would possess a man to do something like that?"
"Humans are pretty hardy ya know he still might have had a tiny chance to survive without medical help, also avoiding a potential battle that would cost your people lives sounds like a good reason," Jack replied.
She looked down at the sleeping human. "He's too heavy to move will he be okay here?"
"Yeah, he's fine his vitals are stable. He needs rest and liquids, So just leave him there for now. Looks like his repairs worked, I'm in contact with the 7th fleet. They'll meet us outside the system."
"Least the idiot did something right," She said kneeling beside Michael.
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A short Guide to making £500 through Match betting (Update for current circumstances)

I saw a few posts in recent weeks asking about match betting and how to do it with reduced sporting fixtures. I wanted to make a post to tell people that it is still easy to do, The reason being that it's a solid way to make £400 or so in a short time (orginal post Here), and it's a shame not to do it if you could use the extra cash at this time. However there are a few differences now:
(1) The reason people are saying that match betting is hard to do right now is because a lot of the large sporting fixtures are cancelled, the ones that are left aren't very big events and this means there's not as many people betting.
Because there's not as many people betting, it is harder to find odds that "Match" perfectly on both the Exchange and the bookies due to a lack of "liquidity".
(2) Harder to find a perfect match? Definitely. This is bad for regular match bettors because it simply isn't worth the sporadic "bet £5 get £5 free bet" offers that we get by email. However for those who are new to match betting, and who will be completing welcome offers of £20, £30 £40 and £100 in free bets, it is highly profitable, simply just a little less than before.
Crunching some numbers:
Horse Racing Fixture from today : Qualifying bet of £10 to get £40 in free bets, Bookie odds of 3.0, Exchange odds 3.9....Not a perfect match and when you use the calculator on team profit (explained in guide below) you will see that your balance is negative of about £1.90
But, now you have qualified for £40 in free bets, you now find as close a match as you can on an event that's on both the bookie site and the exchange.
For example, you get a "Match" with odds of 5.5 and 6.2 (again, not a perfect match), using your £40 in free bets, you will secure a profit of £29.03 (you use the calculator to work this out, explained in guide below). Less the negative of £1.90 from the qualifying bet, that still leaves a profit of £27.13. There are about 20 offers on the list below, Mean value of about £20 per offer
The usual profit for this offer would be about £30, so You are looking at about a 10-12% reduction.
The point is, if you are looking for a way to make £400-£500 and can't wait, the list of welcome offers on the guide below are highly profitbale.

Ok so Here is the Guide:
Having done my research and having been able to turn a really nice profit in such a short time, I wanted to make a short guide to eliminate people's doubts and simplify things a little. Since it really doesn't take a lot of time to hit that £500 profit mark, it's a shame not to try it out. Anyway, Here it goes:
I was sceptical as hell about Match betting because a friend showed me the Facebook groups and it just looked like a giant gambling pyramid scheme. It turns out there is a decent chunk of change to be made from it, you just need to follow the guides and never ever actually gamble with your money.
Never ever Gamble? Yes That's right, you are going to be using Gambling sites to complete the various offers, but the whole idea behind match betting is that every time you "make a bet", you match that same bet on the exchange. So for example, if I bet £10 for Real Madrid to Win on the Bookie Site at odds of 2.5, I then also make a Matched bet on the Exchange (This is a separate site such as Smarkets or Betfair) where I bet for Real Madrid not to win at odds of 2.5 (or as close as I can get to those odds). In this way I am covered in all outcomes, and it allows me to fulfill the requirements of the bookies offer (For example Bet £10 and get £30 in Free bets)
What's the difference between the Bookie Site and the Exchange? On the Exchange Site you are basically being the Bookie and just like a Bookie, you have liability. If I bet £10 and my bet wins at odds of 2.5 then I win £25, so the bookies liability for this bet is £15, the extra money that they would have to give me if I win. There are calculators on the Match betting sites which you can use to calculate what Liability you need to enter on the exchange each time you make your matched bet. There is also software to help you find what games have the closest odds on both the bookies and the exchange, which is very important.
What do I do when I get my free bets? It's the same process again, You find a game that has very close odds on both the bookies and the exchange ( You do this by using odds matching software, the site I use for this is called OddsMonkey). Only this time when you use the calculator to work out your liability, you will set it to "Free bets SNR" so it knows you are not using real money. It will tell you how much Liability to use in the exchange and off you go.
How does this make me money? The fact that you have a free bet to use is what makes you money, For example a £30 free bet at odds of 5.5 in the bookies will win you £135 (30x 4.5, because the original free bet stake of £30 is not returned to you). Now let's say that the closest odds I can find in the Exchange for the same game are 6.0, I will need a liability of £112.50 to match my free bet in the bookies ( I use the calculator on team profit to work this out)
£135- 112.50 = £22.50 in Profit.
Alternatively if my bet on the exchange wins, I will lose the free bet of £30 (but it's not actually a loss to me because It's not real money) and I will win £22.50 on the exchange. Either way, I make a Profit of £22.50
Where can I learn to do it? There are some sites that you have to pay a monthly subscription to but I found one called Team Profit that is free and has a full guide of all the different offers you can complete.
I worked my way down through the list of offers, nice and handy, and having completed 20 offers at 15 minutes per offer, I came out at £470 for 5 hours total of work.
I you are new to this site and are opening a free account I would really appreciate if you use my Referral (£10 )
Here is the non referral link to the page with all the offers: https://www.teamprofit.com/welcome-offers-list
Important things to consider:
(1) You do not need to "gamble" to match bet, in fact by definition, the bet you make is "matched" on the exchange, so it is not a gamble in any sense.
(2) You can use a separate bank account for all your match betting, In this way your main banking information is not shared with any of the sites you sign up to. A good one to use is Starling or Monzo . They are free to use and it only takes 5 minutes to open an account.

I really hope this guide will help someone out because It really is a solid way to sort out a months rent for only 5 or 6 hours of work
Thanks for Reading.
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Meet The Freak 2

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Wallace
Turns out, I wasn't invited to lunch.
Not with Temerity and the visiting fey at least. Likely they were speaking business and weren't keen on anyone listening in.
Instead, I was invited to a separate dining room, to eat with who I guessed were the ranking men in the manor. There were neither fey nor sprites present, but there were half a dozen of the blue-skinned elves.
And look like proper elves they did. Again I wondered about what colour their blood might be, but the odd colour aside, they fit the mould. Temerity's hair had fallen to cover the tops of her ears, but one of the men at the table had his pulled back in a ponytail, and I saw that his ears came to fine points. They also had an ethereal androgynous look that reminded me of the elves from the Lord of the Rings movies. Whether that was just how they looked, or a product of living in what I guessed was a more female-dominated society was hard to say.
Servants, all of them men, came through several times with food and drink. I ate everything put in front of me but turned down the offered wine and ale. Resilient as I was, it was a little early in the day for me to start drinking. Much of the food was foreign to me, which tickled that part of me that detested disruption to my routine, but I reminded myself of the task at hand.
My lunch partners seemed reluctant to strike up a conversation with me, and honestly, that suited me just fine. If I'd known that I wouldn't be invited to join Temerity and the two fey noblewomen, then I likely would have taken my meal in my room. Or perhaps the library, assuming Temerity had one. But it was a large enough manor, so I figured it was a safe bet. In any case, everyone in the manor, with the notable exception of the fey women and their retinue, were servants in some form or fashion of Temerity. And if I started trying to prise information out of them, then they were likely to mention it to her, causing me yet more trouble.
A more artful conversationalist might have been able to get the information without arousing suspicion. But I wasn't an artful conversationalist, so when given a chance to speak, I listened instead.
"I heard that the baroness is trying to hire a few of the gnomes to run the chain lift each The Long Night," said one man, seated on the right of the table.
Rectus, I decided, would be his name.
"The baroness wastes the city's money. Were the Duchess in charge she wouldn't bother with such trifles," insisted the man seated across from him, Laevus, I decided, was as good a name as any.
"Perhaps the baroness intends to receive gnomish caravans during The Long Night?" Rectus suggested, "Or maybe she just wants to make the summiting easier for those who arrive at the base of the mountain after dusk. I've had to make the climb in the dark before, I nearly came off the path half a dozen times, and I was on foot. Just imagine what it would be like trying to take a wagon full of goods up to the city, such a climb takes uncommon bravery."
"Common stupidity more like," Laevus retorted, "If a merchant finds himself at the foot of the mountain after dusk, more fool him. Plan better, and such things wouldn't happen. The baroness wastes her money to care for fools who should know better."
"What about the gnomes then? The darkness doesn't bother them, and may as well have their own people run the lift to bring up their caravans. I'd certainly like to eat this well every day," Rectus replied, gesturing at his meal, "But no one other than the gnomes wants to travel during The Long Night, so for much of the week we're reduced to common fare while we wait for caravans from Pelignos."
"Fine," Laevus waved a hand dismissively, aggrieved that Rectus had won the argument, "But the gnomes should pay for it. If the baroness is going to have a bunch of the little green bastards sleeping all day and working one night a week, then their people should pay the fees to run their racketous contrivance."
I stayed a little while longer, but beyond an off-hand reference to 'goblins', I didn't learn much more of note. Two more species potentially meant two more cities though, so that was promising.
Excusing myself, and with little else to do, I decided to find out about that library I'd been pondering the existence of. And as I wandered, I pondered some more.
A little self-conscious of the design, I'd tucked the necklace into the front of my shirt, but brought it out now to get a better look at it. Nothing about it suggested the presence of the magic inside, but it was certainly doing something. But what exactly?
'Goblin', was that really an English word, or was it more like a name? A proper noun, I suppose, was a better way of phrasing it. Why should any given proper noun, the name of a species in this case, translate so easily to English? Was the necklace just picking something that seemed close enough? The elves, for example. They looked like elves, and matriarchy aside, seemed to act about like I expected elves to act. Is that why the necklace had picked that name for them? The goblins then, were they evil, as I might expect them to be? Did the necklace even understand so complicated a concept? For all I knew it plugged into the wearer's pop-culture knowledge to facilitate translation.
A helpful servant found me wandering the halls and pointed me in the direction of Temerity's library. It was as I was following those directions, ducking every few steps to avoid the roof beams, that I happened to pass the private dining room where Temerity was entertaining her guests. I couldn't make out the words but did hear the muffled hum of voices through the door.
I considered crouching by the door to peek through the keyhole, maybe see if I could hear anything, but ultimately thought better of it. For all I knew, Temerity was the sort of noble that was willing to order someone killed for such a transgression.
I wasn't in Canada any more, and I had to remember that. Back home, protecting people's rights meant striving to treat everyone equally. In a society like this, protecting someone's rights meant guaranteeing their power over those below them in the social hierarchy. As a commoner, a homeless commoner no less, I didn't fancy my chances if I went and got a Duchess good and mad at me.
Turns out I made the right choice because I had only taken a couple more steps when I heard the door open behind me. I turned to see Temerity step out into the hallway, the two fey noblewomen and a couple of servants filing out behind her.
It took only a glance to see that the two fey women were twins. Faintly purple skin and dark purple hair gave the two of them a sort of night elf vibe, though unlike in World of Warcraft, their ears didn't stick up six inches. Too bad for them I suppose, as it might have made up for their short stature. Standing next to Temerity, they looked like a couple of kids.
They had soft, round, features, with slight cheekbones and a jaw that came to a delicate point. Again, it was quite the contrast from Temerity, with her prominent cheekbones and a jawline that you could cut yourself on.
It was about there that the similarities ended however, identical twins or not, I found it hard to see how the two fey could be more different.
The more animated of the two, who even now was carrying on some conversation with Temerity about silk imports, was dressed in what I guessed was a more conventional style for her species. I'd already built this idea in my head of the fey being akin to some Greco-Roman city-state, built on the backs of their slaves, and what the sister wore fit that theme.
Was toga the right word? For me at least the word conjured images of frat boys wrapped in bedsheets, but on the other hand, it did look a little like she'd just wrapped herself up in a bunch of silk. Despite covering the whole of her, the garment, if it even was a garment, left little to the imagination. The thin white silk clung to her slight body, and it was only the way that the voluminous silk would gather in folds that maintained any degree of modesty.
Her sister, by comparison, was a world apart. She wore a blue flight suit whose colours had faded to a near grey. It wasn't some medieval equivalent either, it was an actual modern flight suit, maybe a couple of decades out of date by my reckoning, but a flight suit all the same. It also looked like it had been made with someone more Temerity's size in mind. The sleeves and legs had both been rolled up, but even with that done, it was still too long in the body for her. With it zipped up to the neck, she seemed almost to disappear inside. Her hair too was different, while her sister let her hair fall down her back in waves, the one in the flight suit had pulled it into a tight braid and tucked into the neck of her flight suit.
It gave her a stern look, and while her sister seemed happy to carry on with Temerity, I caught a familiar expression on her face. An expression I knew I often wore myself. It was the expression of someone who was trying to be polite, trying to be cordial, maybe even sociable, but whose patience with the whole situation was quickly wearing thin. I knew that when I got looking like that was about when I started trying to find some way to escape.
So I wasn't too surprised when flight suit girl met my gaze, spared a glance at her sister, and then took a step my way. The sister caught her arm though, much in the way one might with a child who was trying to run off, and 'encouraged' her to come along as she followed Temerity down the corridor, still discussing silk.
What did surprise me was the intensity of the look she gave me as her sister was leading her away. It wasn't anger, more like purpose. She'd said nothing, but had made sure I knew that she had some unfinished business with me.
So I did what I usually did when a cute girl showed some interest in me. I forgot about the whole thing and found something more interesting to occupy myself with. Like a library, for example.
The library was, in a word, disappointing.
Now that's not to say there weren't a lot of books, because there were, and usually, that would be enough. I liked the libraries back home, but they were all very modern. Not typically something a software developer would complain about, but when I imagined a library, I saw in my mind's eye carpeted floors with solid wooden bookshelves six or more feet high and books packed onto every shelf. Modern city libraries, they were more like computer labs and meeting spaces that just happened to contain some short metal bookshelves.
The manor's library, by comparison, was precisely what I imagined a library should be. And every book I picked up was a complete waste of time.
I'd been here for an hour, sorting through shelves, and still had not found a single text that had been written since the city's arrival in this new world. There were historical texts written about kingdoms that may as well not exist any more, useless maps of planets I'd never see, and about a hundred novels that I really didn't have the time for.
Now that's not to say it wasn't interesting. Important even. But useful it wasn't.
I currently stood within a priceless treasure trove, very likely every book I touched was effectively one of a kind. Perhaps there'd be the occasional copy in a household elsewhere in the city, but most of this collection was going to be unique. A true history of another world, stories from a lost culture, with this the only record of what was. It was beyond priceless, and completely useless.
I made sure that each book I skimmed went back into the exact place I'd taken it from, but it wasn't long before I was simply glancing at the titles.
There weren't any books on magic either, which was total nonsense. The whole reason to have a library in a fantasy world was to fill it with stuff about magic.
Valentine
Finding the right room had been a chore, particularly since it wasn't as if I could ask a servant where to go. The last thing I needed was Temerity knowing what I was up to until I was good and gone. Thankfully the room itself was out of the way, and a servant would only be down this corridor if they had business here as well, which I certainly hoped they didn't.
Upon stepping inside, I immediately understood why this particular bedroom was so out of the way, and why the inside of the door was padded.
And there was the human, sprawled across the bed, and passed out cold in the middle of the afternoon.
Temerity had mentioned him at lunch, Wallace, she'd said his name was. Just hearing about him had given me hope. This trip had come a week late, which meant that instead of having a whole week to hire mercenaries, I had until tomorrow morning. I might be able to get a couple of sellswords on such a schedule, but I wouldn't have nearly the time I'd need to vet them, and if I were pursued they likely wouldn't be enough to see off anyone who might trouble me. Besides, for all I knew, they'd be as much a danger to me as anything I might find beyond the city walls.
But then Temerity had gone on, at considerable length, about the handsome young gallant she'd rescued. The descriptions of his glossy hair and alabaster skin I endured, but the retelling of him laying out a sprite with a single blow, now that piqued my interest.
That interest solidified into a plan once I spotted him in the hall afterwards.
I could scarcely believe he was human. I had only Simon to compare him to, but the two of them may as well have been different species. The difference between Wallace and Simon was like the difference between myself and Temerity, and the two of us were different species. Simon was of a kind with Temerity, as they both seemed to be at the limit of what a person could naturally achieve. And when Simon used magic to enhance his body, any reasonable person would assume that he was stretching the limits of what a person could supernaturally achieve.
And then along came Wallace, who made even a powered up Simon look... middling.
My excitement at meeting the man was tempered when I saw him out cold on top of the bed. He'd managed to get his shoes off before passing out, but that was it. Laying there dishevelled and slack-jawed, he didn't quite strike the same imposing figure as he had in the hall.
If he's as much a layabout as Simon-
I quelled the thought. Gods damn him, I didn't have time for this.
I jostled his shoulder, or tried to. It was like trying to move a boulder, and he slept on, oblivious of my presence.
"Wake, damn you," I swore, and jabbed him in the stomach.
The creature came awake with a pained groan, and I jabbed him in the stomach again.
"What the hell?" he mumbled blearily.
I went to jab him again but was gently and inexorably pushed away.
"Lady, could you just not?" he said through a yawn.
"On your feet," I demanded, "I'm here to rescue you."
"What?" he asked blankly.
He was more wakeful now, but my statement turned out not to be the gut punch I'd been hoping for.
"I'm here to rescue you," I repeated, "We only have so much time to prepare."
He squinted at me, sighed, and then sat up with his legs hanging over the side of the bed.
"Thanks," he replied hesitantly, "But I think I'm good."
"You think- Do you realize where you are right now?" I demanded, "You know that Temerity has certain things in mind for you, don't you?"
Wallace opened his mouth to say something, but just sighed and shrugged at me.
"I cannot believe this," I seethed, "Are all humans so lazy?"
"Lazy? Lady, take a good look around," he insisted, spreading his hands out wide, "I got dropped off on this world this morning. Nearly died, twice now actually, but was lucky enough to end up here. I've actually given it some thought, and I'm pretty sure that this might be the safest and nicest place to be on this entire planet. If Temerity hadn't picked me up, I'd either still be stumbling about the wilderness, or best case, probably staying at the absolute worst hole-in-the-wall inn that the city has to offer. Instead of straw bedding and slop for supper, I've got silk sheets and catered meals. And yeah, so maybe Temerity's going to feel entitled to certain things, but I'm an adult and I can take care of myself. And you know what," he added with a shrug, "I don't think I really mind the idea either. I appreciate the sentiment I guess, but after lucking into the best deal I'm gonna get, I don't think it's a great idea to go prancing off..." he threw up his hands, "wherever, just because Temerity is a bit of a princess."
"If you stay here suckling at Temerity's teat you are never going to leave," I insisted, struggling not to grit my teeth, "Not until she gets bored and finds something else to entertain herself with. At which point you'll have no money, nothing to your name, and no idea as to what's beyond the walls of the manor. I bet you don't even know what we use for money. Maybe if you're lucky or clever, you'll get to poke around the city a bit, but Temerity isn't interested in helping you get your feet underneath you. In fact, she wants rather the opposite. Are you really telling me that you don't have any problem with Temerity keeping you as a pet?"
Wallace closed his eyes and rubbed at his temples. He sat there for a long moment, pondering, and then he opened his eyes and lifted his shirt.
I was taken aback at first, and was half-ready to blast him on the spot, thinking for a moment that he was going to pull the sort of nonsense that Simon was known to do. But it took only a glance to understand his intent. His abdomen, well-muscled as it was, was mottled with livid black bruises. What I could see of his chest was much the same, and I felt a pang of guilt for the roughness with which I'd treated him. I don't think I would have had the patience to be quite so gentle if someone had done the same to me.
"Lady, I don't know who you are, I don't know who Temerity is, and really I have no idea what the fuck is going on. Maybe you're telling the truth, maybe you're full of shit, how the hell would I know?" he sighed, "For all I know, you both might be terrible. What I do know is that if anyone else went through what I did this morning, they'd be dead. If Temerity turns out to be a problem, well I can deal with her when I stop feeling like ground beef," Wallace shrugged again, and winced, "The only things that got me up and moving since arriving have been food and the hope that I might learn a little magic. Well, I'm not hungry anymore, and the magic thing didn't pan out. I appreciate the concern," he said honestly, "But I'm confident that if I really want to walk out of here, then there's nothing Temerity can do to stop me. As for money and all the rest, if I need to figure that out on the fly, then I will. But for now, I'm in no condition to be running off anywhere."
He might have time to wait around, but I certainly didn't. If Vivian hadn't let our plan slip, then perhaps I'd be fine. Unfortunately, mine was not the only trade caravan on it's way to the city, and odds were good that the next one was going to be accompanied by someone who'd put together the pieces that Vivian had left lying around.
I just- Dammit, no matter how I looked at things I didn't see a way out for me if I lost another week. The week would give me time to put a team together, but I'd not get the chance to leave.
Today was Dark Even', and either I could leave tomorrow, which would be the morning of Last Light, or I'd have to wait around another week for Last Light to come again. But the other fey would be arriving next Dark Even', likely late in the evening. So what, I'd have to try to hide out in the city overnight? In the end it wouldn't matter, there was only one path down from the mountains, and they'd be sure to catch me before I could get clear.
The big stupid solution to all my problems was sitting right in front of me, I just had to figure out how to-
The big stupid solution to all my problems let out a sigh and fixed me with a long-suffering gaze, "Alright, spit it out."
"Excuse me?" I demanded.
"A lot of people look at me and assume I'm pretty dumb. Just a big brute, but here's the thing. Life isn't fair, so it turns out I'm also pretty damn clever. So, whoever it is you are, what is it you'd like me to rescue you from."
"I do not require rescue," I growled, "And you may address me as Lady Valentine."
"Come on Val," he teased wearily, "we'll call it a mutual rescue."
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. It seemed Wallace was even more irreverent than Simon, "How much do you know about fey?"
"I know you keep the sprites as slaves," he began evenly, a cold hostility whispered at in his tone, "I know there's another human kicking around your city and that he's got a decent amount of political power, and I'm pretty sure that you guys can do some sort of freaky pheromone thing."
"It's the men who keep the slaves," I replied quickly, "But otherwise you seem to have the general idea, what about this world itself?"
"Well for some reason, this city is atop a mountain, and yet no one bothers to farm in the valley below. Doesn't make a whole lotta sense, the big blue gas giant is pretty cool though."
"Gas giant?" I wondered, but set that thought aside for the time being.
"It makes sense once you know that every morning, just before dawn, a tide sweeps across the landscape, scouring it right down to bedrock. If you're not up high enough when that happens, then in all likelihood, you're dead. I imagine you saw the green mist that welled up right before you were brought here, that same mist follows the tide, replacing everything that was just swept away."
"How does anyone grow enough food?" Wallace frowned, "Unless they've got a whole lot of terraced farms, I can't imagine how the elves are feeding themselves."
"They're not feeding themselves, we are," I explained, "Parabuteo ended up on a mountain, but we found ourselves atop a mesa. We have more than enough farmland to feed both our cities, and Vivian and I own all that farmland."
Wallace furrowed his brows, and I clarified, "Land passes down female lines, slaves down male lines."
"And I'm guessing the men with all the slaves don't want your sister to end up as the sole landholder?" Wallace guessed.
"Exactly. Simon may try to throw a wrench into things, but Vivian very well could end up ruling the city if she simply marries all the largest slaveholders."
"All?" Wallace repeated, eyebrows raised.
"One man can have multiple wives, or one woman can have multiple husbands," I explained, "It depends on how the balance of land and slaves works out."
"And you're about to royally screw with that balance by giving everything to your sister," Wallace realized.
"Well she will be paying me for the privilege, I'm not giving it away, but yes, you're correct."
"Still doesn't explain why you're in such a hurry to leave right this moment," he pointed out.
"They know," I said simply, "And I don't want to leave this moment, as I said the tide comes through each morning. I want to leave tomorrow just after dawn. We would have until then to prepare."
"How far do you expect to get in a single day? Or are we going to spend our evening trying to climb a mountain after travelling all day- Assuming I agree that is," he added.
I stifled a small smile. This might just work, but it was still too early to celebrate.
"How do the days of the week work where you're from?" I asked.
"How do they work?" Wallace asked, "Well there's the weekdays, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, that's when most people have to work, then the weekend, Saturday and Sunday. Some people still work those days if they're doing shift work or something, but typically the weekend is your time off."
"I don't care about work schedules, I mean how does the weekly cycle affect how dark the nights are or whether the sun is out during the day," I insisted.
"They... don't?" Wallace asked hesitantly, and then exclaimed, "Oh, of course! The phases of the gas giant."
I frowned, he seemed a little excited for so simple a concept, "Is there something special about The Father that The Gas Giant lacked?"
"Gas giant isn't a name," he explained earnestly, "It's a type of planet, there are actually four gas giants in the Sol system. The Father, as you guys call it, would be another. Looks a lot like Neptune or a palette-swapped Jupiter actually-" then he stopped himself short, "Okay," he began once again, forcing himself to relax, "I could go on for hours about astronomy, but aside from not having the time, I'm still awfully sore. So here's the bit that matters, Earth, where I come from, doesn't have anything like The Father. We've got a moon, but it's an awful lot smaller than the Earth and isn't large enough to make much difference in how the days and nights work out. I'm guessing that's not the case here though."
"Quite right. First of all, there are six days, not seven," I began, hesitating when Wallace pushed himself up to start rifling through drawers, "Ah, what are you looking for?"
"Paper, and something to write with," he replied.
I unzipped one of the pockets on my left thigh, "Here," I offered, "All you're likely to find in there are Temerity's toys."
He coloured quite a bit that, but he took the paper and spread it out on a nearby table.
"First Light and Dark Morn'' are the first two days. The night between begins fairly bright as The Father is in the sky, but he sets around midnight, leaving the landscape all but pitch black until dawn. It's possible to travel by the light of The Father if pressed, and only the gnomes make a habit of travelling at night without him."
"I take it they can see in the dark?"
I nodded, "They live underground most times anyway, so they're not put off by it. Anyhow, the next two nights, between Dark Morn' and Full Light, and then Full Light and Dark Even' are both lit by The Father from dusk till dawn. Dark Even' is as it sounds, as once dusk falls it's pitch black once again until midnight when The Father rises once again. After Dark Even' comes Last Light, and when the sun goes down at dusk of The Last Light it remains dark all through The Long Night, right through until dawn of First Light."
"So," Wallace began distractedly, still scribbling on the parchment I'd given him, "Thirty-six hours of uninterrupted darkness?"
"Yes, and as dawn does not come during The Long Night, neither does the tide to sweep everything away."
Wallace paused, "That's not how tides work."
"Start praying," I suggested, "You may take it up with the gods."
Wallace shrugged, "I suppose that weirdly scheduled tides aren't the strangest thing I've come across today. Is this about right?"
I looked over Wallace's diagram and nodded, "Yes, that's about right."
"So from dawn on Last Light until dawn on First Light you've got forty-eight hours to travel, as long as you're willing to brave the dark? That's your plan?"
"Yes. Last time I was here I was able to get atop the clocktower, and I spied an area that's high enough to be safe. I can see the same place from the gnomish city as well. But it's two days journey from either city."
"So to get there you'd need to travel during The Long Night," Wallace understood, "But then how does anyone ever get between cities otherwise? Are we only a day away from Pelignos?"
I pulled a scroll tube from a hip pocket and unrolled the parchment within, "Here, this should give you a better understanding. Between each of the cities are several rest stops, this map doesn't show all of them, just the ones I know about. They're each a day's travel from the next rest stop or the closest city. All the routes I know about put three rest stops between each city, so it's a four-day journey from one city to either of the others."
"This is a map?" Wallace asked incredulously, "It looks more like a scrap of parchment with some scribbles."
"Maybe it's a little conceptual for you," I retorted, "but it shows what matters. The 'X' on the map is where I intend to go. It should be safe, and hopefully, no one will have any clue where I- we, escaped to."
"Okay, two questions. First, what do you mean should be, and second, why won't they know where we went?"
I grimaced, perhaps that was not the best choice of words, "I do not know if your people are familiar with it, but the gnomes have a type of mathematics that uses triangles to calculate angles and distances-"
"Trigonometry," Wallace replied, "That's why you went up the tower? You did the calculations to estimate the height to tell if it's safe or not?"
"Yes, both from here and Caniforma. My results give plenty of leeway, not as much as being up a mountain, but more than enough to be safe. Furthermore, I was able to sight the same building both times, several weeks apart. If my maths were wrong, then the building should have been swept away."
He nodded slowly, "Okay, makes sense, but how do you know they won't follow?"
"Two reasons, first, they'll think I've headed for Caniforma. It makes the most sense as the gnomes and goblins who live there are the least fond of the ruling class of Pelignos. They'll assume I'm seeking shelter there. The second reason is that no one else is confident enough to make such a trip to an unknown rest stop."
"See, you said confident, but I sorta feel like you meant crazy," Wallace observed, "I'm guessing there's a reason that this place you spotted is unexplored."
"You see these rest stops near Pelignos?" I asked, pointing to the map once again, "The ones that don't seem to lead directly to either of the two cities? They're what scavenging parties use to range out further from the city, looking for anything useful dropped off by the morning mists. Each was first located and explored by one of the survey teams. But survey teams, from any city, only venture out to brand new rest stops during The Long Night. That way if they get there and find it isn't actually suitable, they've time to make it back."
"And no one's been crazy enough to head for your new spot because if they're wrong, there's no room for error. You either make it and it's safe-"
"Or you die," I finished.
"Yup, you definitely meant crazy."
"It's safe," I insisted, "I told you, if it wasn't-"
"The building would have been swept away," he finished, "Sure, probably. But your plan still has us travelling during thirty-six hours of complete darkness, and I'm not exactly in the best of health. Couldn't you just go to this middle rest stop here?" he asked, pointing at the one directly between Caniforma and Parabuteo, "And then cut across to the 'X'?"
"I told you, the map's conceptual," I replied, "They're not as close as they look, and there isn't actually a route between the two. That would rather defeat the point after all. The whole reason I want to head for this spot is that it's out of the way. If someone has found a rest stop that connects it to the rest of the network then they've done a good job of keeping it secret. I need to get there and lay low while Vivian secures her hold on power. Once she's got things under control, then it'll be safe for me to be seen in one of the cities. And it's not as if I haven't done this before. I got this garment," I insisted, tugging at the collar of my odd clothing, "when I was with a survey team."
"A flight suit," Wallace explained, "It's called a flight suit."
"And it's just one of the treasures I've found. I know what I'm doing Wallace, this is a trip we can make."
"Is one of the other treasures a pair of night-vision goggles?" Wallace asked pointedly, though I could see his enthusiasm waning.
"For light, I have magic."
He perked up a bit at that, and I took a gamble.
When Simon had first arrived, long before he'd started vying for political power within the city, he'd begun collecting spellcasters. Female spellcasters, of course, this was Simon after all, but for a long time he'd pursued magic at the expense of everything else. Even now, on his rise to power, the easiest way for some family to get in his good graces was to provide him with a new sorceress. If Simon had an insatiable appetite for magic, then perhaps...
"And if you come with me, I'll teach it to you."
Wallace groaned and put his head in his hands. Not exactly the reaction I'd been expecting.
"Man, this is going to suck," Wallace breathed, "Alright dammit, I'm in."
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Tennis Betting - Tips For Exchange Betting on Tennis Matches

By choosing tennis as your preferred sport for betting, you have already given yourself an "edge" against those who bet on or offer odds on other sports. To use this "edge" to make money consistently, however, you'll need to understand two fundamental principles first. Then apply the power of mathematics.
Principle #1
It is sheer folly to place a tennis bet (or a bet on anything) with a "traditional" bookmaker. The expression "You can't beat the bookie" is axiomatic; you just cannot beat the bookie over time. It's because the odds are always mathematically calculated in favour of the bookmaker. Everyone knows (or should know) that the bookie's mathematical "edge" against the punter is necessary for him to make a profit so that he can stay in business.
Computer technology has given rise to a new form of betting, known as "exchange betting" or "matched betting". With "betting exchanges" there is no bookie to beat; in other words, there is no middle-man. Every punter bets against another punter or punters somewhere out there in the Internet ether. Any punter (or "trader") can place a "back" bet that a player or team will win, and/or place a "lay" bet that a player or team will lose. Thus, any punter can choose to act as an ordinary bettor and/or as a bookmaker.
With exchange betting the odds are not set by a third-party or middle-man; they are set by the punters themselves, who place requests for odds at which they are prepared to place bets (if they wish to act as an ordinary bettor), or place offers of odds at which they are prepared to lay bets (if they wish to act as a bookmaker).
As the "back" bettors gradually lower their requested odds and the "lay" bettors gradually raise their offered odds, the software on the exchange betting web site matches all the back bets with all the lay bets at the instant they coincide. The accounts of the "backers" or "layers" are then credited with their winnings automatically a few seconds after the end of the event according to its result.
Obviously, the technology for providing such a "fair" betting service must be paid for somehow. This payment is taken in the form of a commission on the punter's net winnings on an event (or "market"). That is, commission is charged only on any positive difference between winnings and losses on the same event.
This betting system is as close to a perfectly fair betting environment as it is possible to achieve.
There are very few betting exchanges in existence, however, perhaps because the exchange betting software is so complex and therefore costly. The giant among exchange betting web sites is Betfair, with about 90% of the market at the time of writing. Others are the Global Betting Exchange (BetDAQ), ibetX, Betsson, Matchbook and the World Bet Exchange (WBX). Betfair is by far the most popular because it was the first to offer this "perfectly fair" betting environment, and is trusted to perform accurately and instantly.
Principle #2
So, why does tennis betting give you that "edge" over betting on other sports? The answer, though simple, is often overlooked even by those who bet tennis regularly. And if you're someone who's never bet on tennis, you'd almost certainly not have realized the significance of the tennis scoring system on the betting.
Consider this fundamental difference between the tennis scoring system and that of probably any other sport you can think of.
In other sports and games the trailing player or team must make up the points gap by winning a point for every point they have already lost in order to catch up to the leader. Only then can they start to move ahead. This fact seems obvious.
In tennis, however, the trailing player or team can lose the first set 6-0 (possibly with a deficit of 24 points). That team can then win the second set by the most narrow of margins, 7-6 in a tie-break, winning the set by very few points (or even by winning fewer points than the opponents, a rare but possible occurrence!).
As soon as the trailing player or team wins the second set, the two sides suddenly have even scores, even though one player or team might have actually won many more points than the opponents.
This anomaly often has a profound psychological effect on one or both sides, which affects the way they play for the next few minutes, and therefore also the betting odds requested and offered by punters on the match. This, however, is another aspect of tennis betting which may be the subject of another article. This article deals with the mathematical aspect of tennis betting and how to win money with this knowledge.
How to win at tennis betting
Now that you're aware of these two fundamental principles, how can you use them to your advantage when making tennis bets?
The key is not to be just a "backer" or a "layer", simply betting on the final outcome of an event. If you do that, you will lose out over time, because there's always a small difference between the "back" odds and the "lay" odds -- there must be, otherwise there'd be no incentive for anyone to offer odds and there'd be no betting at all. Combine that with the commission you pay on your net winnings, and the "edge" is against you mathematically (although it is not as great as with conventional bookmakers).
The secret to winning at tennis betting is to be BOTH a "backer" AND a "layer", but at different points during the event. This is another aspect of betting that distinguishes the exchange betting web site from the traditional bookie. At the betting exchange you can place a back or lay bet at any time during the event, right up until the very last second or the final point. This is known as "in-play" betting.
Because in-play betting is allowed, the odds for each opposing side change as the event progresses, according to the likelihood (as perceived by the punters) of either one side or the other being the eventual winner. The trick is to place a back bet on one side at certain odds and later place a lay bet on that side (or a back bet on the other side) at better odds as fortunes change and the odds swing in your favour. If you can achieve this, you will win your bet overall, regardless of the outcome of the event -- a true "win-win" scenario.
Why bet on tennis and not on other sports?
Apart from Principle #2, explained earlier, tennis is ideal for such "swing" betting, because the odds fluctuate after every point is played. There are therefore very many small swings to one side and then to the other. This doesn't happen in soccer, for example, because goals are so rare and a goal shifts the advantage suddenly and hugely to the scoring side.
Furthermore, a tennis match can have one of only two results; there can be no draw or tie; and one of only two players or teams can win. In horse racing, for example, the winner can come from a large number of runners.
The more possible outcomes there are to factor into the equation, the more difficult it is to win. (Despite this obvious logic, soccer and horse racing remain the two most popular sports for betting, probably for historical reasons. Tennis is already third in popularity, however, as more and more punters discover the fact that it is easier to make money betting on tennis than on any other sport.)
"In-play" betting or "pre-event" betting?
Now that you have -- it is hoped -- understood and absorbed the generalities of exchange betting and the peculiarities of tennis scoring, it is time to explain the details of how you can win at tennis betting.
Earlier it was stated that the secret to winning at tennis betting is to be both a "backer" and a "layer", but at different points during the event, placing bets at different times during the event as fortunes change and the odds swing in your favour. This can be done with both "in-play" betting and "pre-event" betting.
One method used with in-play betting is called "scalping". As its name suggests, scalping involves skimming a tiny profit by backing or laying at exactly the right moment as the odds move slightly in your favour, perhaps when one player scores two or three consecutive points, and repeating the process again and again. The biggest drawback of scalping is that it is very time-consuming and fraught with mental and physical tension. Not only must you pay full attention to what's happening during the match by live video broadcast, but you must also catch exactly the right moments at which to bet, which is, in fact, made impossible by the 5-second delay imposed by the exchange betting software between the time you place the bet and the time it is accepted.
We're not elaborating on this here because, as stated previously, this article is about winning by mathematics, not by the sweat of your brow. The maths aspect involves betting, not during the event, but before the event starts. That is, pre-event betting.
Mathematics do not lie!
There are a few tennis betting "systems", some purely manual, others using software programs, some of which are enormously complicated. From the investigations of the writer (a mathematician), they all require the input, at some point, of a "probability factor" by the bettor. This probability factor is usually the odds at which you want your "balancing" bet (the "lay" bet on the "backed" side or the "back" bet on the opposing side) to be triggered, giving you the "win-win" scenario mentioned earlier.
So, how do you determine the value of this probability factor? That, dear reader, is the crucial point of the whole matter, the linch-pin that holds any exchange betting "system" together and determines whether it succeeds or fails, whether you win or lose.
Up to now, it seems, this probability factor has had to be determined by the sheer experience of a few seasoned professional gamblers, or by trial-and-error guesswork by lesser mortals. Little wonder that so many punters lose or do not win as much as they could because they do not know the EXACT value needed to optimize their bets!
Accuracy is of paramount importance when determining the probability factor, in order to maximize the chances of winning consistently. A search on the Web for a tool to calculate it proved negative. The writer therefore created one that encompasses not only all aspects of exchange betting but also the peculiarities of the tennis scoring system, and called it the Abacus Exchange Betting Calculator, for want of a better name. The probability factor is calculated to two decimal places, merely by entering the pre-event odds of both opposing sides, and has enabled the writer to make consistently more than 10% profit from tennis betting since Wimbledon 2009.
As a parallel test, the writer also placed bets according to "gut feeling", in sufficient numbers to establish a trend. It resulted in a loss of 10% of the working capital (or "bank").
Other tests were done, using the Abacus Exchange Betting Calculator, by betting on other sports where small odds swings occur, such as American Football, snooker and darts (very long matches only, otherwise the swings are too large). The results here just about covered the commissions paid on winnings; so, it is not worthwhile.
It seems, then, that the particular mathematical formula or algorithm (which is very complex) discussed here works well only in conjunction with the unique scoring system of tennis.
Conclusion
As a scientist, the writer feels that it is highly probable to win at sports betting consistently over time only when the following factors are present:
  1. An exchange betting web site is used, not a conventional betting web site. (Beware of many sites that pretend to offer exchange betting by appearing in search engine results for "exchange betting"! Ensure that their software system enables you both to back and to lay bets at any odds you want against other punters, not against the house. If in doubt, check that their web site looks like the one at Betfair.)
AND
  1. The sport is tennis, because of its unique scoring system.
AND
3(a) You learn about and become experienced in in-play betting and are prepared to devote almost all your time glued to a computer screen while following each match, sometimes more than one simultaneously.
OR
3(b) You use software that tells you exactly the odds to request and offer and the stakes to place in pre-event betting in only a few minutes, thus allowing you to get on with your normal life.
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Cheltenham starts tomorrow, Here's a short guide to Matched Betting for newbies.

EDIT: Updating every day with new offers. New offers for today in the comments!
The Cheltenham festival is far and away the biggest event of the year for Match betting, You can potentially make £100s of Pounds. When I say potentially, I don't mean by luck or that there's a good possibility, I mean the money is literally there to be taken. The reason for this is the scale of this event, The bookmakers are all competing with eachother to get the most customers, which means they will be giving a lot of free bets and offering a whole plethora of promotions. This is great if you are completely new to Match betting, because on top of the welcome offers, you will also get the additional offers every day during Cheltenham
I put this guide out there a few weeks back, and I'm putting it out there once more because It got a good response and really seemed to help people understand the basics. For those of you who are new to this and are planning on turing a profit at Chetelham over the next four days, I would encourage you to read this guide and also take a look at the comments on my previous two posts because a lot of common questions are answered Here. (For anyone who noticed, you will see that I am using a different reddit account this time, this is a long story involving a family gathering, alcohol and my younger cousin having a digital joyride on my open laptop)
Before you read any further I want to say, and this is really something to be considered: If you have a history with Gambling, Do not take part in match betting. Although it is not actually Gambling because every bet you make is "Matched" on the exchange, using betting sites is not a good idea, the tempation is not something you need.

Ok so here is the Guide, I hope it will Help you on your endeavours:
I was sceptical as hell about Match betting because a friend showed me the Facebook groups and it just looked like a giant gambling pyramid scheme. It turns out there is a decent chunk of change to be made from it, you just need to follow the guides and never ever actually gamble with your money.
Never ever Gamble? Yes That's right, you are going to be using Gambling sites to complete the various offers, but the whole idea behind match betting is that every time you "make a bet", you match that same bet on the exchange. So for example, if I bet £10 for Real Madrid to Win on the Bookie Site at odds of 2.5, I then also make a Matched bet on the Exchange (This is a separate site such as Smarkets or Betfair) where I bet for Real Madrid not to win at odds of 2.5 (or as close as I can get to those odds). In this way I am covered in all outcomes, and it allows me to fulfill the requirements of the bookies offer (For example Bet £10 and get £30 in Free bets)
What's the difference between the Bookie Site and the Exchange? On the Exchange Site you are basically being the Bookie and just like a Bookie, you have liability. If I bet £10 and my bet wins at odds of 2.5 then I win £25, so the bookies liability for this bet is £15, the extra money that they would have to give me if I win. There are calculators on the Match betting sites which you can use to calculate what Liability you need to enter on the exchange each time you make your matched bet. There is also software to help you find what games have the closest odds on both the bookies and the exchange, which is very important.
What do I do when I get my free bets? It's the same process again, You find a game that has very close odds on both the bookies and the exchange ( You do this by using odds matching software, the site I use for this is called OddsMonkey). Only this time when you use the calculator to work out your liability, you will set it to "Free bets SNR" so it knows you are not using real money. It will tell you how much Liability to use in the exchange and off you go.
How does this make me money? The fact that you have a free bet to use is what makes you money, For example a £30 free bet at odds of 5.5 in the bookies will win you £135 (30x 4.5, because the original free bet stake of £30 is not returned to you). Now let's say that the closest odds I can find in the Exchange for the same game are 6.0, I will need a liability of £112.50 to match my free bet in the bookies ( I use the calculator on oddsmonkey to work this out)
£135- 112.50 = £22.50 in Profit.
Alternatively if my bet on the exchange wins, I will lose the free bet of £30 (but it's not actually a loss to me because It's not real money) and I will win £22.50 on the exchange. Either way, I make a Profit of £22.50
What about providing card details? You can use a separate, virtual bank account for all your match betting, In this way your main banking information is not shared with any of the sites you sign up to. A good one to use is Revolut, the app is easy to use and it only takes 5 minutes to open an account. It's free to open an account and they actually give you a welcome bonus if you sign up through a referral link
Unfortunately my referral has expired. You can probably find a fresh one in the banking megathread, or perhaps someone will post one here.
Non Referral (No £7): https://www.revolut.com/
Where can I learn to do it? There are some sites that you have to pay a monthly subscription to but I found one called Team Profit that is free and has a full guide of all the different offers you can complete.
I worked my way down through the list of offers, nice and handy, and having completed 20 offers at 15 minutes per offer, I came out at £470 for 5 hours total of work.
I you are new to this site and are opening a free account I would really appreciate if you use my Referral (£10 )
Here is the non referral link to the page with all the offers: https://www.teamprofit.com/welcome-offers-list
TLDR: You do not need to "gamble" to match bet, in fact by definition, the bet you make is "matched" on the exchange, so it is not a gamble in any sense.
I hope this guide helps and hopefully might even get a few people out of a fix this month with bills, rent etc.
Thanks for Reading.
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A short Guide to making £500 through Match betting

Having done my research and having been able to turn a really nice profit in such a short time, I wanted to make a short guide to eliminate people's doubts and simplify things a little. Since it really doesn't take a lot of time to hit that £500 profit mark, it's a shame not to try it out. Anyway, Here it goes:
I was sceptical as hell about Match betting because a friend showed me the Facebook groups and it just looked like a giant gambling pyramid scheme. It turns out there is a decent chunk of change to be made from it, you just need to follow the guides and never ever actually gamble with your money.

Never ever Gamble? Yes That's right, you are going to be using Gambling sites to complete the various offers, but the whole idea behind match betting is that every time you "make a bet", you match that same bet on the exchange. So for example, if I bet £10 for Real Madrid to Win on the Bookie Site at odds of 2.5, I then also make a Matched bet on the Exchange (This is a separate site such as Smarkets or Betfair) where I bet for Real Madrid not to win at odds of 2.5 (or as close as I can get to those odds). In this way I am covered in all outcomes, and it allows me to fulfill the requirements of the bookies offer (For example Bet £10 and get £30 in Free bets)
What's the difference between the Bookie Site and the Exchange? On the Exchange Site you are basically being the Bookie and just like a Bookie, you have liability. If I bet £10 and my bet wins at odds of 2.5 then I win £25, so the bookies liability for this bet is £15, the extra money that they would have to give me if I win. There are calculators on the Match betting sites which you can use to calculate what Liability you need to enter on the exchange each time you make your matched bet. There is also software to help you find what games have the closest odds on both the bookies and the exchange, which is very important.
What do I do when I get my free bets? It's the same process again, You find a game that has very close odds on both the bookies and the exchange ( You do this by using odds matching software, the site I use for this is called OddsMonkey). Only this time when you use the calculator to work out your liability, you will set it to "Free bets SNR" so it knows you are not using real money. It will tell you how much Liability to use in the exchange and off you go.
How does this make me money? The fact that you have a free bet to use is what makes you money, For example a £30 free bet at odds of 5.5 in the bookies will win you £135 (30x 4.5, because the original free bet stake of £30 is not returned to you). Now let's say that the closest odds I can find in the Exchange for the same game are 6.0, I will need a liability of £112.50 to match my free bet in the bookies ( I use the calculator on oddsmonkey to work this out)
£135- 112.50 = £22.50 in Profit.
Alternatively if my bet on the exchange wins, I will lose the free bet of £30 (but it's not actually a loss to me because It's not real money) and I will win £22.50 on the exchange. Either way, I make a Profit of £22.50

Where can I learn to do it? There are some sites that you have to pay a monthly subscription to but I found one called Team Profit that is free and has a full guide of all the different offers you can complete.
I worked my way down through the list of offers, nice and handy, and having completed 20 offers at 15 minutes per offer, I came out at £470 for 5 hours total of work.
I you are new to this site and are opening a free account I would really appreciate if you use my Referral (£10 )
Here is the non referral link to the page with all the offers: https://www.teamprofit.com/welcome-offers-list

Important things to consider:
(1) You do not need to "gamble" to match bet, in fact by definition, the bet you make is "matched" on the exchange, so it is not a gamble in any sense.
(2) You can use a separate bank account for all your match betting, In this way your main banking information is not shared with any of the sites you sign up to. A good one to use is Revolut, the app is easy to use and it only takes 5 minutes to open an account. It's free to open an account and they actually give you £7 if you sign up through a referral link
Here is my referral link for anyone who wants to use it
Non Referral (No £7): https://www.revolut.com/

I really hope this guide will help someone out because It really is a solid way to sort out a months rent for only 5 or 6 hours of work
Thanks for Reading.
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A Short, Handy Guide to Match betting. £500 profit for a rainy day.

Putting this out there once more for those who missed it last week. Here is a link to the original post which might be useful because of questions answered in the comments section. Like I said before, I really hope this guide will help someone out because It really is a solid way to sort out a months rent for only 5 or 6 hours of work.
Having done my research and having been able to turn a really nice profit in such a short time, I wanted to make a short guide to eliminate people's doubts and simplify things a little. Since it really doesn't take a lot of time to hit that £500 profit mark, it's a shame not to try it out. Anyway, Here it goes:
I was sceptical as hell about Match betting because a friend showed me the Facebook groups and it just looked like a giant gambling pyramid scheme. It turns out there is a decent chunk of change to be made from it, you just need to follow the guides and never ever actually gamble with your money.
Never ever Gamble? Yes That's right, you are going to be using Gambling sites to complete the various offers, but the whole idea behind match betting is that every time you "make a bet", you match that same bet on the exchange. So for example, if I bet £10 for Real Madrid to Win on the Bookie Site at odds of 2.5, I then also make a Matched bet on the Exchange (This is a separate site such as Smarkets or Betfair) where I bet for Real Madrid not to win at odds of 2.5 (or as close as I can get to those odds). In this way I am covered in all outcomes, and it allows me to fulfill the requirements of the bookies offer (For example Bet £10 and get £30 in Free bets)
What's the difference between the Bookie Site and the Exchange? On the Exchange Site you are basically being the Bookie and just like a Bookie, you have liability. If I bet £10 and my bet wins at odds of 2.5 then I win £25, so the bookies liability for this bet is £15, the extra money that they would have to give me if I win. There are calculators on the Match betting sites which you can use to calculate what Liability you need to enter on the exchange each time you make your matched bet. There is also software to help you find what games have the closest odds on both the bookies and the exchange, which is very important.
What do I do when I get my free bets? It's the same process again, You find a game that has very close odds on both the bookies and the exchange ( You do this by using odds matching software, the site I use for this is called OddsMonkey). Only this time when you use the calculator to work out your liability, you will set it to "Free bets SNR" so it knows you are not using real money. It will tell you how much Liability to use in the exchange and off you go.
How does this make me money? The fact that you have a free bet to use is what makes you money, For example a £30 free bet at odds of 5.5 in the bookies will win you £135 (30x 4.5, because the original free bet stake of £30 is not returned to you). Now let's say that the closest odds I can find in the Exchange for the same game are 6.0, I will need a liability of £112.50 to match my free bet in the bookies ( I use the calculator on oddsmonkey to work this out)
£135- 112.50 = £22.50 in Profit.
Alternatively if my bet on the exchange wins, I will lose the free bet of £30 (but it's not actually a loss to me because It's not real money) and I will win £22.50 on the exchange. Either way, I make a Profit of £22.50
What about providing card details? You can use a separate, virtual bank account for all your match betting, In this way your main banking information is not shared with any of the sites you sign up to. A good one to use is Revolut, the app is easy to use and it only takes 5 minutes to open an account. It's free to open an account and they actually give you £7 if you sign up through a referral link
Here is my referral link for anyone who wants to use it
Non Referral (No £7): https://www.revolut.com/

Where can I learn to do it? There are some sites that you have to pay a monthly subscription to but I found one called Team Profit that is free and has a full guide of all the different offers you can complete.
I worked my way down through the list of offers, nice and handy, and having completed 20 offers at 15 minutes per offer, I came out at £470 for 5 hours total of work.
I you are new to this site and are opening a free account I would really appreciate if you use my Referral (£10 )
Here is the non referral link to the page with all the offers: https://www.teamprofit.com/welcome-offers-list

TLDR: You do not need to "gamble" to match bet, in fact by definition, the bet you make is "matched" on the exchange, so it is not a gamble in any sense.
I hope this guide helps and hopefully might even get a few people out of a fix this month with bills, rent etc.
Thanks for Reading.
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How to Beat Warden's Bash (and any other probabilistic offense)

This sub has a thousand useful resources. The info hub can tell you how to maximize every punish, the community will give you techs for every attack, we have people discovering new option selects every day, and yet, the hardest thing for new (and sometimes experienced players) to deal with are moves like warden's bash, hito's kick, conq's bash, and other moves colloquially (though incorrectly) referred to as 50/50's. Despite many posts asking for help with these moves, thus far I haven't seen a good way of dealing with these moves aside from "you have to make a read".
Well how do you make a read? what is the best way to respond to a move that forces you to make a choice? How should you be thinking about move selection in general? Hopefully this post can give you the tools to answer these questions.
The answers lie in Probability Theory, so before we get into applying them to For Honor, lets define some concepts.
Probability= (number of ways an event can occur)/(total number of events that can occur)
For example, the number of ways you can roll an even number on a die is 3 (evens = [2,4,6]) and the total number of rolls is 6 (sides=[1,2,3,4,5,6]). the Probability of rolling an even number is 3/6=1/2.
the next important definition is Expected Value, which comes from the world of betting. imagine you are asked if a die roll will come up even, and you win $5 if you get it right, but lose $2 if you get it wrong. how much could you expect to win if you were to repeat this bet many times?
Expected Value= the sum of each Result\Probability of result*
in the case of our bet, the expected value would be
Expected Value= $5\(1/2) - $2(1/2) = +$1.50*
this means that over the course of many games, you could expect to win $1.50 per game.
would you like to play this game? of course you would! the overall outcome is in your favor, even if you don't know the specific outcome beforehand.
This is the beginning of all outcome analysis. Based on expected value, you would know whether you want to play the game. in this example, the bet is literally a fifty/fifty, but despite the odds being fifty fifty, the bet is advantageous to the player. Not all fifty fifties are bad to be in, the expected value is more important than the probabilities themselves. I can't stress enough that when your opponent forces you into making a choice, they are not necessarily putting themselves at an advantage. If you keep calm and look at the possible outcomes, you may be able to "out bet" them despite their putting you in that position in the first place.
so then, how is a move like bash the same as a bet? it is because neither the defender nor the attacker know the outcome before it happens. the warden bashing must predict the defender's response the same way that the defender must predict the warden's bash choice. both players make their selection before the outcome is decided.
so what is the outcome that we stick in the expected value formula? the damage dealt by the move. if the warden guesses correctly, then positive damage is dealt. if the defender guesses right, then negative damage is dealt.
the easiest way to capture all outcomes is in a table like so:
(here is a complete matchup table I made for Warden Vs Black Prior-> the one below is reduced for the sake of explanation)
Google Sheets Full interactive Matchup Chart Warden V BP

Defense >>> Attacks vvv dodge lvl 1 dodge lvl 2 dodge lvl 3 Probability of attack Expected Value of Attack
level 1 bash -30 18 18 1/4 +2
level 2 bash 18 -30 18 1/4 +2
level 3 bash 40 40 -30 1/4 +16.67
level 1 feint to gb 30 0 0 1/4 +10
Probability of Defense 1/3 1/3 1/3 sum=1+1=2 Overall Expected Value VVVV
Expected Value of Defense +14.5 +7 +3/2 Overall Expected Value >>>> +7.6

This example table assumes that both players are equally likely to throw any move, which is useful for getting the big picture with respect to matchups. From this table, we can learn a lot about what moves are good for both players in the bash situation.
Remember, the goal for the defender is to make the expected value as small or negative as possible, while the attacker is trying to make the expected value as large as possible. If the defender notices that the attacker is equally likely to throw any attack, then the best option for him is to dodge level 3, as it has the lowest expected value. Likewise, if the attacker notices that the defender is equally likely to choose any defense, then they would want to level 3 bash, as it has the highest expected value.
The ultimate goal of this table is to determine the probabilities that your opponent is assigning to each move, and then calculating the overall expected value, and minimizing/maximizing it by changing the probability values of your own moves in response.
again, here is a real example of a table with warden vs BP that contains the full matchup, which will automatically do the calculation of expected values for you, all you have to do is change the probabilities. See if you can find a combination of defense probabilities that you think will always return a negative expected value for any given probability of attacks. (note- all probabilities must be positive, all attack probabilities must sum to 1, all defense probabilities must sum to 1)
Google Sheets Full interactive Matchup Chart Warden V BP
You can see in the matchup table included in this post that the overall expected value is positive (warden favored). You can also see that each defense that the defender can choose is also warden favored. This leads one to the conclusion that at the most basic level, a warden can bash a player by only randomly choosing those three options indefinitely, and expect to win the match.
If these three options [dodge lvl 1, dodge lvl 2, dodge lvl 3] were the only options that your character has to use, then unfortunately you can expect to lose against a warden, no matter how good of a guesser you are, no matter how good you are at predicting your opponent, the warden will take the lead over any significant number of interactions.
Fortunately, all characters have many more than three options out of the bash! as one can see with the provided Warden V Black Prior table, the defender has about 12 significant options, and warden has about ten options out of bash. Also heartening is that it is possible to make the matchup BP favored by choosing certain moves. (try using heavy, light, bash and Dodge lvl 1 flip lvl 3). You can see that the overall expected value can actually be made negative, where the warden can expect to take damage every time he starts a bash.
Now, for the purposes of everyday matchmaking, you can see how to use this table as a framework for move choice. Pay attention to how often an opponent makes a given selection, fill in the attack/defense probability column with the values you observe, and throw out the combination of attacks/defenses that put the expected value most in your favor. If your character is capable of pulling the match in their favor (as BP is vs warden's bash), then the match will be decided on the basis of three things: skill in pattern recognition, skill in matchup knowledge, and skill in technique execution. Against the vast majority of players, just memorizing these outcomes nets a massive advantage if they haven't done the same.
If your character is incapable of pulling the matchup in their favor, then you can only hope to get lucky, that your opponent doesn't know the matchup, or cant execute their moves correctly. the best you can do is minimize the damage you take, but you can't reliably expect to win. In this case, your best strategy is to prevent the warden from bashing at all (if you can).
With this in mind, lets talk Strategy.
For the purpose of this discussion, Strategy is defined as the probabilities that you assign to each defense, with the goal of minimizing/maximizing the overall expected value of the matchup.
it is clear that if a player is basing their strategy off of the single move with the highest expected value, the opponent can predict the move easily. for example- warden's highest expected value move according to the simplified table above is level 3 bash. If warden only uses lvl 3 bash, then the defender will very quickly begin only dodging on level 3. in this way it is obvious that one must use some strategy consisting of moves that are difficult to predict, and sufficiently rewarding.
it is at this point that I will make a proposal: If there is any attack strategy [probability of attack 1, probability of attack 2, ... probability of attack N] such that the minimum overall expected value for any given defense strategy [probability of defense 1, probability of defense 2,....probability of defense M] is still positive (attacker favored), then the matchup is in favor of the attacker, and that strategy should be employed.
Likewise the reverse is true: for any given defense strategy, if the maximum expected value for any attack strategy is negative, then the matchup is defender favored, and the attacker should not employ the bash. Should the attacker employ the bash, the defender should employ the strategy.
There are of course matchups that are attacker favored-> see the table included for an example of this. If the warden assigns a probability of 1/4 to each of their attack options, then the defender cannot employ any strategy that results in a negative overall expected value.
There are also matchups that are defender favored.-> see our earlier example where the player wins whether he guesses right or wrong on a dice roll.
And there are also matchups that are Neither Attacker nor defender favored-> imagine rock paper scissors, where both players have the same options, and are rewarded the the same for each success.
It may make you happy or dishearten you to know that I have created a matlab script that searches for a winning strategy in the warden vs BP matchup, and after evaluating 30,000+ strategies, the software was incapable of identifying a strictly winning strategy for either warden or BP. This doesn't mean that there is none, it may have an analytical solution that I have not yet found, but if it is true that neither is favored, then I would be pleased. This means that the match would be decided on the matchup knowledge, pattern recognition, and in-moment strategy formation skill of the players in the game, rather than by an inherent advantage to any character.
For those that are interested in solving things analytically, i encourage you to start with the following mathematical statements (context comes from Linear Algebra):
the attack options form a vector [attack 1;attack 2;...attack N]
the defense options form a vector [defense 1; defense 2;....defense M]
the outer product of the attack and defense options vector's forms a Matrix.
The Matrix is transformed by some transformation inherent to the game's mechanics
the expected value is the sum of each element in the transformed matrix, where each element is defined by Probability(attacki) *Probability(defensej)*DamageValueij
the expected value will end up being an NxM term linear equation, along with the equations P(attack 1)+...P(attack N)=1 and P(defense 1)....+P(defense M)=1 and all P(X)>0
what now?
I hope that the table that I supplied here is useful to any players trying to develop a good strategy against warden's bash, but the framework can be easily applied to any mixup in the game. Unreactable unblockables, hito's kick, option selects etc can all be evaluated by expected value to determine good move choice.
While I know a lot about warden's bash, I don't know everything there is to know in the game, so I refrained from making matchup tables for each other character. If any experienced player is willing to help test things out, I would really appreciate you showing me the options and tech your character has against warden so that a complete series of tables can be made. Ultimately I would hope to have them added to the Infohub, for the purpose of education, and to help balance the game.
finally, there are a couple of optimizations to be made to make the tables truly represent the game. moves that loop into themselves like hito's kick and warden's lvl 1 bash end up requiring a bit of recursion with the tables. While I have figured out how to include that, It's a pain and it obscured the specific damage values so i didn't include it in this example. The damage values should also ideally be represented as a percent taken of health, to account for the inherent advantage some characters have because of their larger health pool.
If you made it this far, thank you for reading, I hope this helped.
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