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If I press and hold the start button on the dryer I hear a clicking noise, but the dryer does not spin. The belt is intact/in place on pulley. It had some lent built up that I was able to clear out. Now I have been trying to check continuity between fuses- thermal fuse seems good- I have not made it to the motor but the start button seems to not have any continuity (not lighting up when I test)- could this be my problem or is it likely a motor issue? Will I need to dissemble the entire machine to check motor? The motor is a bit rusty- and if it’s the problem then we will likely just purchase a new dryer. This is my first attempt at trying to fix an electrical issue with an appliance. I’ve watched a ton of YouTube videos but I’m still a bit lost.

I need some advice on how my mother can go about getting a conservatorship on her father. I would also like to know the details of what a conservatorship responsibilities are if granted one. I'll be speaking in the perspective of my mother to make this less confusing.
My father is nearly 80 years old and I, my boyfriend, daughter, and stepson live with him. As far as medical, he has had strokes and can not speak on his own. When he does it is extremely slurred and hard to understand. He can't remember things often and has even began to do very disrespectful things in the home, such as masturbating at the dining room table and playing porn for the whole house to hear. He simply is not there. He receives a good chunk of money every month from governmental assistance since he is unfit to work which are meant to buy food and pay for his housing expenses.
He has a house that is paid off, a truck he is paying off, and a large dog. These wouldn't be issues at all if not for a few things. The house set up is one large living room where his room and bathroom is connected, kitchen in the middle, a second living room which is smaller, then my bedroom, my daughters bedroom, two bathrooms, and a craft room along with the washer and dryer in the back hallway. On his half of the house, he is allowing his large dog to constantly pee and poop in the living room, never cleans it up and expects me to. I have to or it will sit for days and leak into the floorboards. This is a daily task. The kitchen has several broken cabinets, roaches, and he allows his dog to chew up all of the plastic kitchenware including bowls and plates that we eat from. The bathroom my daughter uses is falling apart, the floor is falling from beneath the tub and there is a leak in the walls causing massive holes to appear. The leaking also happens in my floor in my bedroom which has caused a hole at the front of my door. The wiring in the house is so badly done that we can't have on too many appliances or the breaker will switch off and turn off half of the appliances in the house. He is allowing his dog to drag trash out of the kitchen garbage can and my daughters bathroom because her door will not close all the way because of a broken door frame. Now he is letting the dog tear up the bottoms of the walls, causing huge holes in them. That's just the cosmetic issues.
No one in the house is paying rent, but we are all family. I am his biological daughter and my daughter is his biological granddaughter. He has been sending money online through gift cards, upwards to 2500 or more a month to random strangers through his Facebook. This is causing him to not be able to pay for the water or electricity in the house. He can't pay for his vehicle either. We have just lost water for the house for who knows how long because he told the water company he would pay it. Then came to me a day later, right before it needed to be paid, to dispute it. Which he can no longer do so we are going to be without water in the whole house. No laundry, no cleaning dishes, no bathing for anyone because he didn't handle his money correctly.
He hasn't put any food in the house for 2 months but is constantly going out to eat, leaving his dog behind to destroy the house more. He will not train her. He has been very abusive to this dog but there is nothing that we can do because she is all under his name and he refuses to get rid of her or clean up after her. He barely takes her outside, which is why she is tearing up the house and peeing everywhere. I, my daughter, and her boyfriend have all slipped and fell in this dogs urine on more than one occasion because he will let her out of his room at night to come to our hallway and pee in our hallway then let her back in. He has no respect at all for anyone else in the house. He won't even put away his dirty dishes and will leave them strewn across the entire kitchen for me to clean.
I need to know how to possibly go about a conservatorship. The way he is spending money on scammers online is making the entire house go to absolute shit, we barely have food, and he can't pay for his own vehicle. I need to know if this will also put his dog in my custody because she needs to be rehomed. How he is treating her is awful and literal abuse. Hitting her with belts, smacking her in the face, yelling at her, kicking her, not training her, not taking her outside.
Thank you for any advice you can offer. Please help, we can not live like this. I can't do anything when everything is under his name and he won't let me control his money for him.

Dryer wasn't creating heat, even after replacing thermal fuse. Could see that when I turned the dryer on, there would be no ignition. Read online to replace the solenoids. After doing that, success! However, after an initial stop, and all the subsequent tests after that, a nasty gas odor was emitting from the drum. Does this mean that the ignitor is bad too? Or is it something else?

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Memory Transcription Subject: Vichak, venlil school principal
Date [Standard Human Reckoning]: 2136-10-23
I told my vice principal that I didn't come to this predator planet for a vacation, so I need some knowledge or study results to bring home. Johan, my possible future brother-in-law, suggested that I could perhaps observe a human school. Keristian, the human coordinator for the refugee apartment, assured me that he had contacted an elementary school and came up with a schedule. For now, he told me to familiarize myself with the amenities in the apartment.
Besides their blocky design, human apartments had the same general functions as venlil ones. The staff provided us with a stepping stool to account for the larger dimension of the furniture, but other than that it has all that we needed.
Well... we could use a full-body dryer.
I found some alien features too in the apartment, such as the artificial pond, which humans use for recreation. They call this activity 'swimming', something that translates into "moving in water". Their First Contact package insisted that they came from arboreal lineage. Yet, their movements in water betrayed a hidden skill. After considering it, it made sense in a way. The water in their world is teeming with life, and they would benefit from aquatic hunting skills.
Adjacent to this 'swimming' pond, the apartment also had a gym. We have gyms back in the home world, but here on Earth, a wide range of humans frequented them, not just their armed forces personnel. They perform a variety of body movements such as lifting and putting things back down or running on a conveyor belt.
Does this dedication to simulated hardship serve as a means to channel their inherited predatory aggression? They didn't turn themselves from savage beasts into civilized people without some way to temper that excess.
We expected to meet a lot of gojids in the apartment, but it felt sparser than I had imagined. Keristian explained that the gojids here had entered into employment within the Capital. A large number had secured work on the farms. Some had brought seeds from their homeworld, which they planted back in the camp. After the human experts determined it safe enough for Earth, they transplanted the sprouts to one of the farms around the city.
I wondered if any venlil plant species had established themselves on this foreign soil. After Timür explained the concept of invasive species, I realized that I misinterpreted their cautious approach as predatory territorialism. On the other paw, the unspoiled wilderness that I witnessed on my journeys to and from the camp made me appreciate the inherent beauty of preserving such a wild landscape.
Some other gojids chose careers in logistics, serving the complex system that kept the goods in the region moving. Right now, humans directed most of their effort into alleviating the ruined cities. Some of the gojids had even volunteered to help the human, despite the presence of arxurs in the affected cities.
For our last meal of the day, we had gojid dishes made out of earth ingredients. I have to admit that I have not tried gojid cuisine before, but it grew on me just like human cuisine did.
The midday heat on Earth felt milder compared to the scorching intensity of a Deep Day in Venlil Prime's sunward section. Unlike our homeworld, where night temperatures could plummet beyond freezing, Earth's night felt comfortable.
I spent my first night on Earth sitting on the rooftop garden of the apartment. The blanket of darkness that stretched all around us sparked feelings of unease. However, the glimmering towers of the Capital provided a comforting backdrop, their lights twinkling like terrestrial stars. One of the staff members commented on how the city's light pollution obscured all but the brightest celestial bodies.
The staff member was a human after all and would do insane human things like complaining about their city not being dark enough.
Nevertheless, humans did appreciate the necessity of artificial lighting. As night fell, we could illuminate our room with the voice command, a comforting alternative to the deep night outside. I shuddered at the thought of enduring a night in such complete darkness.
Yesterday, I decided to explore the downtown capital to familiarize myself before I visited the school today. Mom insisted on tagging along and Keristian wanted Sukma, his aide, to guide us. We wanted a self-guided exploration, so as a compromise, the human equipped us with wrist-worn devices. These gadgets allowed him to track our whereabouts and also functioned as a means of payment. While the coordinator insisted we needn't worry about finances, he explained a rough price guide to prevent any possible exploitation.
Humans, in stark contrast to the lone arxurs, put heavy importance on socializing. While we waited in the station, the rhythmic cadence of Bahasa, their local language, filled the air. Thanks to Vani's provision of a language model, I could comprehend their dialogues, and snippets of human conversations drifted toward my ears.
"Do you see those domba?"
"Shhh... don't call them that. But yeah... I thought we had just one here?"
"Maybe Vani's relatives came to visit?"
However, even with the additional language model, my translator couldn't decipher all of their voices. Vani informed me that Bahasa serves as a trade language for the region and they had a plethora of other tongues that our translation device has yet to have the data for.
Once aboard the train, the humans adopted a collective silence. Being surrounded by humans aboard the train felt daunting, but this discomfort came from me standing out in this setting. I would feel the same on any other planet inhabited by a different species, carnivorous or not.
When we came to the downtown station, we plunged right away into an endless sea of humans.
Timür's unapologetic display of his face had acclimatized us to humans. We learned to perceive them not as threats but as just xenos with weird faces. It also helped that the humans in our vicinity maintained a respectful distance. However, they almost always locked their curious gaze onto us, averting their eyes when they figured out that I noticed them from my peripheral vision.
Distinguishing individual humans posed a challenge due to their similar appearance, but I soon learned to note the distinctive fabric of their clothing and the accessories they adorned.
The bustling capital of Nusantara presented us with new experiences and opportunities to learn about human culture. Mom and I took full advantage of our time there, immersing ourselves in the vibrant atmosphere provided by the city.
We first stopped at a local market, a bustling hive of activity that operated around the clock. Here, we observed humans haggling over the prices of fruits and vegetables, inspecting textiles, and purchasing a bewildering variety of cooked foods. The rich aroma of exotic spices and prepared meals filled the air.
We had a pleasant experience in the market until we stumbled onto the flesh section. Mom caused some embarrassing commotion when she vomited at the sight of the flesh.
So we decided to visit something less challenging and found ourselves going to museums and galleries. The tour guides in each institution we came to explained the history of this island while showing a collection of historical artifacts and artworks. It offered a captivating glimpse into the ancient human civilizations that once inhabited this region, and their struggles and triumphs.
We decided to have our last meal of the day in the city. With many of the buildings crammed in the city center, the place we had access to the open air lay at the top of the building. We watched the sun setting on the horizon.
As we ate through a platter of addictive fritters, Mom said that we venlil did construct similar dense settlements. Her explanation surprised me at first, as I almost forgot that Mom used to work as a civil engineer. She then explained that dense arrangements for habitats like this only made sense in colonies that lacked land or breathable air.
Humans seemed to have other motivations. They prefer gathering close to one another, creating bustling metropolises to allow for large swaths of untouched land for their wildlife.
So today, having learned to navigate the urban labyrinth of the Capital, I bid a temporary farewell to my mother at the outskirt station. Her exploration of this city would take her further out, where she would visit one of the human agricultural facilities. On the other paw, my destination lay at the heart of downtown.
Once I arrived at the downtown station, I switched on my visual overlay, allowing it to project directional instructions across my visual field. It painted a pathway to my destination through the tunnels and covered walkways. The direction landed me in one of the city's gargantuan towers.
The visual overlay translated the name of the school in venscript. Since humans write horizontally, the resulting translation turns a quarter circle. The sign above the entrance says:
"State Elementary School #1"
Number one? I suppose in a city this big, they did need more than one school. Under the sign, I spotted a human figure standing. She waved her arms and I could tell that she had waited for me. When I got closer, I made out the warm and inviting expression on her face
"Hi, I'm Andin, and you must be Principal Vichak?" Her voice sounded melodious and soft for a human. The human clasped her hands in front of her and bowed.
"Hi Principal Andin, nice to meet you," I replied to her with the same gesture. "I can't wait to see your school."
"Excellent! Follow me," she said. Her billowy one-piece dress twirled around her when she turned around.
Andin led me through the lobby and toward a balcony overseeing the heart of this educational facility, an internal atrium spanning three stories in height. The humans embedded the school inside one of their superstructure, and due to the lack of outdoor space, this architectural feature provided a simulated outside area where young humans could engage in physical activity and socialize. A synthetic material replicating grass covered the atrium's floor. Simulated sunlight streamed projected from the ceiling bathed the area in warm daylight.
An assortment of colorful play structures and exercise apparatuses dotted the periphery of the atrium. I presume they provided the students with ways to release those predator energies. Balconies jutted out from each floor, giving educators an overview of the bustling space and enabling effective supervision during playtime. The classrooms and learning spaces surrounded the atrium. As we walked past, I noticed that several of the glass panes had turned opaque.
"I read from the sign that this is an Elementary School. How old are your students?"
"Our elementary school caters to students from the first through fourth grades, so they are between six to ten years old. However, we sometimes admit older students. For instance, we have a few twelve-year-olds in the fourth grade."
Something felt a bit off from her answer. "What's next for them after this?" I probed.
"After completing their time here, students move on to four years of middle school, followed by another four years of high school. During high school, they can choose a specialization before they move on to university."
Her response left me flabbergasted. "Twelve years of education?" I said in disbelief. "It takes a full twelve years to complete education here?"
"Uh... yeah. That's pretty much the standard timeframe for education all over the planet. Just... how long does it take for you to finish your mandatory education?"
"Seven years," I responded. "By the age of thirteen, kids can start two years of vocational school and most venlils started working at fifteen."
Andin's eyes widened, "Wait, you have children working full-time at fifteen?"
"No, they're not children. They're adults." I realized that humans might have different lifespans. "What's... your age of majority here?"
"In this country, people can vote at the age of seventeen. But in our local culture adulthood starts at twenty." Andin explained.
"Alright, maybe we have a different lifespan?" Andin suggested, echoing my thought. "What's the typical lifespan of a venlil?"
"The average life expectancy hovers around ninety years, although many people live past one hundred," I explained. I wonder if perhaps humans live much longer? I didn't expect predators to live long, but humans tend to defy the norm.
"We had the same lifespan," Andin admitted.
"Wait... what?"
"Maybe we have a different education system?" She suggested again. Andin offered me her pad. "Feel free to observe any class that interests you. Here you can see the schedule for today." The contents had been translated into Ventongue. It presented a timeline of various subjects that took place throughout the day.
As my eyes skimmed over the list, one caught my attention. "Can you explain physical education?"
"In this class, we teach children how to exercise." she explained, "In fact, a PE class should begin now."
An adult human arrived on the field, followed by human children chattering and making all sorts of kid noises. They sounded just like venlil juveniles. At the command of the teacher, the students aligned themselves into a tidy grid pattern. A rhythmic melody started to play, filling the atrium with an energetic ambiance. The teacher at the front began to move in sync with the music, demonstrating a series of actions that the children mirrored.
"What are they doing?" I asked, intrigued.
"They're warming up to prepare for the activity ahead."
They performed various movements, the fluidity and synchronization of which appeared almost like a dance to my venlil eyes.
Once the 'warm up' concluded, several large, blocky objects rolled into the atrium. With a series of arm gestures from the teacher, these objects positioned themselves around the area. Some expanded to form rudimentary structures complete with roofs, transforming the atrium into some sort of tiny city.
The children gathered in a circle. Following a brief, excited chatter, they each presented a hand, some with palms facing upward, others showing the backs of their hands. According to some unspoken rule, those showing the backs of their hands stepped back, causing the circle to contract. This ritual continued and I figured out that the group with the most members excused themselves until one kid remained.
"Ah, it seems they're playing 'Hide and Seek' today," Andin commented, watching the unfolding scene with a warm smile.
"Hide and Seek? What's that?"
"One child plays as the 'cat' while the others will play as the 'mice'," she explained, her expression turning somewhat hesitant. "Ah... perhaps this wasn't the most appropriate activity for you to observe."
My translator didn't quite capture the nuances of 'cat' and 'mice', but I gathered they referred to Earth animals. The child designated as the 'cat' stood in the center of the atrium, standing near a pole with their eyes covered, while the 'mice' scattered, seeking shelter behind the fabricated structures and blocks.
The 'cat' began a loud countdown. Upon reaching zero, they removed palms hands from their eyes and commenced their search. A realization struck me as the 'cat' started prowling around.
"This... is," I murmured, taken aback by the implication of the game. "You're simulating a hunt."
From time to time, the humans can't help but remind me that despite their friendliness and civility, they had a history as predators.
"Well... yeah, when you put it like that…" she paused. "But, the children didn't see it as a hunting simulation. I mean… I doubt that none of them will become a hunter when they reach adulthood. Most of us nowadays don't hunt."
"I understand." I looked down and the cat had found a mouse, chaos ensued as the two of them rushed to the pole. The mouse touched the pole first and laughed. "You humans do need an outlet for your aggression to maintain a civil society."
"What? No…" Said Andin. "We have Physical Education to encourage a habit of fitness."
"So, you don't feel the urge to get violent, sometimes?"
"Most of us don't. Those with that kind of urge receive treatments so they don't harm themselves or other people."
I looked down at the human children below. Despite their concerning activity, they looked like they enjoyed it.
"But if this display makes you uncomfortable, we can see other classes."
I looked at the pad, where another class intrigued me.
"You have an art class? In elementary school?"
"Yeah, it encourages creativity… you don't have art classes?"
"No, those with the aptitude will go to art colleges after they graduate from school."
"Oh…" She gave me a look that I think signifies pity? "Are there other things you don't see in Venlil school?"
"The English class seems interesting. I noticed that most of your people can speak in English when needed."
"Heh, that one is contentious." She chuckled. "English is waning now, and people proposed that we teach our kids Chinese, Hindi, or Swahili for the foreign language class. I take it… you don't have a foreign language class?"
"We do, but… like art school, you learn it at the university level, usually as part of a Foreign Relation Studies. Because foreign languages are spoken by other species."
"Interesting." Again, she gave me that concerned look. "So, do you want to see the art class or the language class?"
"Art class. I think."
"Sure, let's go," Andin said, guiding me down the stairs toward the art classroom.
Upon entering the room, chaos greeted us. An eclectic array of children's artwork adorned the walls, showcasing vibrant landscapes, portraits, abstract shapes, and depictions of what I assumed were various earth creatures.
"Ah, Principal Andin," the art teacher greeted us with an inviting smile as we entered. "And we have Principal Vichak as well!"
"Meet Harta, our art teacher," Andin introduced me.
The moment we entered the room, a sea of young faces turned towards us. It felt like a forest of eyes scrutinizing us.
"Children, say hello to our visitor today, Principal Vichak."
"Good morning, Principal Vichak!" They speak in harmony. The children then refocused on their tasks, their hands returning to their brushes and colored pencils.
Some students here worked alone, while others collaborated in small groups. In one corner, I spotted a screen displaying 3D artwork, sculptures made from what looked like recycled materials, clay, and even intricate artwork made of folded paper.
"Today we have a free-form class," Harta explained. "With your visit, I asked them to make something about our two species."
Several children gathered around a large screen at one end of the room, using it to sketch out their designs before replicating them on canvas. They drew scenes of humans and venlils with a level of technical skill and creativity that amazed me, considering the young age of these kids. In one section, busy children molded a piece of clay, their tiny hands trying to create something that looked like a venlil.
"But how do you evaluate their work?" I asked, confused. "And for that matter, how do you grade students in the Physical Education class?"
"In this school system, we don't include art and physical education to determine if a student has what it takes to continue to the next grade," Andin clarified.
"We do give individual feedback to each child," Harta chimed in. "We aim to ensure their personal growth and development, not just their academic achievement."
"Indeed," Andin asserted, her voice reflecting a sense of profound conviction. "The role of the school has evolved over time. These days, we don't work just as a hub for academic instruction, but as a second home where children learn essential life skills. We work hand-in-hand with parents to nurture these young minds, helping them develop into thoughtful and responsible individuals."
This notion brought back memories of my own school back on our homeworld. People would often refer to our school as a "nursery" due to our additional class on socializing and communication. I remember Renata, the human psychologist stationed in our homeland, said that my school had the basis of a well-rounded education. Here I learned just how more "rounded" we need to be.
Throughout the day, we ventured into different classrooms, each offering a snapshot of the subjects covered in human elementary education. The STEM classes felt lackluster by my standards. However, I soon appreciated their teaching approach which encouraged students to arrive at their conclusions.
On the other hand, the social studies and citizenship curriculum appeared more intricate, which made sense, given the complex social structures of the human race, a species as varied and divided as the primitive yotuls.
Midday brought a meal break, during which I had the chance to mingle with some of the other faculty members. I learned that a significant portion of the adults currently abstained from food and drink, on account of what they called the "fasting month". Andin observed the fast as well, but she kept me company in the cafeteria despite her abstinence from eating.
"Are you sure it's alright for me to eat while you're fasting?" I asked, somewhat.
"Of course," she assured me, her face warmed by a gracious smile. "Self-restraint is a fundamental aspect of being human."
Self-restraint, a quality I found woven into the fabric of human nature. Despite the invasion hurling their world into chaos, humans displayed remarkable restraint, refraining from lashing out in anger.
Post-meal, our educational exploration resumed. The sheer number of classes devoted to non-academic skills struck me. For instance, they had a class dedicated to environmental education, where they instructed young learners on how to care for their planet. Another class, called Health and Wellness, focused on areas such as hygiene, nutrition, safety, emotional well-being, and mental health. My visit coincided with a session of "meditation", a peculiar human practice to calm themselves. When I observed the children sitting in tranquil silence with eyes closed and serene music enveloping the room, I realized that they do have a method of quelling aggression, by nurturing a peaceful disposition.
The complexities of human pedagogical methods began to dawn upon me. The length of their educational journey lasted longer than ours because of this multifaceted curriculum. They didn't focus just on the injection of academic knowledge, but they also introduced human development in theirs. Even their academic lessons went beyond feeding students with facts and figures. Instead, they encouraged a more gradual learning pace that fostered independent thinking.
Such an extensive approach to education daunted me. Could we even implement such a model in our venlil school? Considerable obstacles lay on our path, given the expectations of parents and our society at large, who were accustomed to a quicker, more streamlined education.
In any case, my day reached its conclusion, and my time to depart came. When I bid her farewell, Principal Andin provided me with a binder filled with artwork created by the students, along with personal messages for me and the students back at my own school.
I had time to reflect and consider as I walked toward the downtown station. I recalled how Andin and Harta viewed the institution not as a place of learning, but as a secondary caregiver, working hand-in-hand with parents to nurture the holistic development of their young ones.
On my way to the station, my mother called. She informed me she would be coming downtown so we could share a last meal of the day together.
"How did the farm tour go, mama?" I queried, eager to hear about her day.
"It was enlightening," she replied, leaving me curious about her experience. "And what about your day?"
"Oh, mama," I began, a sense of excitement rising in my voice, "I had an extraordinary day."
Afterwords: Humans with their 22nd century education.
Somehow this is the longest chapter I have ever written. Also note on my update schedule. I'm posting update on every date divisible by 3. That means some updates can appear 96 hours later when the last post is on 30th and the month ends in 31st,

Hello! hope you are doing well, I have had my ender three for about 6 months now and I am loving it. Recently I have noticed that my prints have started to come out with really bad Z banding (pictures included) here is a list of what I have done to try to fix the issue.
Pics of the print https://imgur.com/a/rQFrpB5
Manually and automatically leveled bed
Tightening belts
tightening eccentric nuts on bed, extruder and Y axis rails
Tightening the screws on the T-rod
checking all the motors are tightened down
ran PID tunings on both hot end and bed
resonance tested both hot end and bed
and finally bought a filament dryer box to see if it was the filament that was bad
print settings and specs
(these are not very modified from the Creality Sonic Pad "Fast" profile and I know slowing down the print will increase quality but I got the sonic pad to increase the speed without sacrificing quality)
Inland PLA+ White
Hot end - 215c
Bed - 60c
Print Speed - 160mms
infill speed - 170mms
wall speed 80mms
Travel speed 200ms
Print acceleration is at 2500mms
If there is any info I missed im more than happy to provide!! Thank you so much!!

Hello! hope you are doing well, I have had my ender three for about 6 months now and I am loving it. Recently I have noticed that my prints have started to come out with really bad Z banding (pictures included) here is a list of what I have done to try to fix the issue.
Pics of the print https://imgur.com/a/rQFrpB5
Manually and automatically leveled bed
Tightening belts
tightening eccentric nuts on bed, extruder and Y axis rails
Tightening the screws on the T-rod
checking all the motors are tightened down
ran PID tunings on both hot end and bed
resonance tested both hot end and bed
and finally bought a filament dryer box to see if it was the filament that was bad
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print settings and specs
(these are not very modified from the Creality Sonic Pad "Fast" profile and I know slowing down the print will increase quality but I got the sonic pad to increase the speed without sacrificing quality)
Inland PLA+ White
Hot end - 215c
Bed - 60c
Print Speed - 160mms
infill speed - 170mms
wall speed 80mms
Travel speed 200ms
Print acceleration is at 2500mms
​
If there is any info I missed im more than happy to provide!! Thank you so much!!

Cleaning out my float switch on my tumble dryer that was full of lint. Rushing to get it back together I put the belt on wrong and in haste pulled it back out again while it was snagged and it snapped in my hands unfortunately.
Need to replace it. The model is a hoover HL-C9DF. It's 193cm long and some I see online for £10 say hoover, candy ect 1930. Can I just order a generic belt the same length?
Thanks

Original prompt: [WP] It’s been 1,000 years since terraforming became a success. Mars is a paradise planet, Venus is growing strongly, Jupiters moons are all colonised. Even Mercury has cities of hardy adventurers. Now it’s time to turn to the most uninhabitable planet in our solar system; the remains of Earth (link)
Sterranos had received the missive a few weeks ago, but it was only now that he had finally made it to the rendezvous point. First his family had had a going away party, though it was more like a wake since it was unlikely he would return from the mission. They'd tried to be encouraging, but it was hard to hold back tears when he'd only just come of age a few years before. To think that it had been mere days since he was chastised for napping in the Yoppur tree's shade when he was meant to be keeping watch on the villages' Krellits. The large goat-like creatures were hardy enough that they were unlikely to get eaten, but they wandered off all the time, and the wild variants tended to be dangerous.
Once the reminiscing was done, he'd gathered supplies, enough to make it to the city as well as a few days extra in the very likely event of delays. Naturally, he'd faced delays almost instantly as a two-headed Krellit attacked him on the way to the dockyard. He'd carried to corpse of the beast to the boat before setting off across the lead sea, slicing it up and hanging the strips of meat to dry in the open sun while he stuck to the onboard shelter. Despite the relatively mild start, he knew he would miss the lush foliage of his home.
He got attacked by a swarm of glass skitters during the trip, which could have been a dire problem for a relatively small boat... The little buggers did love to chew on the cord timber his village traditionally used for boats, after all, but Sterranos' skill with a blade meant that they had been filleted before they did any real harm.
All that had been relatively quick, the distance between his home and the bubble city was only a few days travel with a good trip, and by the time he made it only a week had passed. Unfortunately, then he had to deal with the bureaucracy involved in getting into the city. Sterranos had taken some classes during his youth on reading and filling out paperwork, but those skills had little use out in the wilds so he was extremely out of practice. It had taken him two days just to get all the forms done, and he'd needed to ask help from the town guards multiple times.
Then came the waiting period, because apparently the bubblers were more afraid of him bringing disease or "wild madness" into their city than of him missing his deadline. In that regard, the monster attacks were actually a blessing in disguise, he'd burned through all of his starting rations and eaten about half of his Krellit jerky before they finally let him in. He was soon informed that his departure was scheduled within days, so he decided to take one last look around the city he'd so seldom visited in his youth.
Sterranos had always been amused by the quaintness of the people living in the bubble cities. Even the largest among them stood about a head shorter than him, and they looked adorably pudgy compared to his lean build. Their veins weren't visible on the outside of their body, so he knew they'd likely have passed out from heatstroke if they needed to leave their bubble. Still, he spent another day or two enjoying the luxuries of his home planet before the day of his scheduled departure. A few trips to saunas and some samples of local hallucinogenic flora later, he was boarding the shuttle offworld.
It wasn't until they'd broken through the thick atmosphere of Mercury that the situation truly began to sink in. He knew he was on an expedition to Earth, birthplace of humanity and currently irradiated hellhole, that much was on the notice. However, seeing his home planet in the distance, it began to sink in that this wasn't just a trip to a different land, it was likely he'd never be able to see any part of his homeland again.
Ulysses was excited to see the station known as USC Hearth out the window of his shuttle. The United Spacefarer Confederation had arisen during the mass exodus of humanity from earth, and the Hearth was their largest non-planet-bound station. It was such an honor to see it in person that he wasn't sure there was any measure to properly incapsulate it. Even with his years of study to prepare, there had still been a lottery to be the one in charge of the expedition, so he was a lucky man indeed.
He'd made the reservations weeks in advance, having prepared even before being confirmed for the expedition to beat the waiting list. The office was not as large as he was used to, but he knew that size and weight were at a premium on spacebound vessels, so he willfully ignored it. Ulysses waited for a few minutes before his excitement got the better of him and he dashed out to greet his new crewmates as they disembarked.
The first to arrive was a shuttle from Venus. The young woman who emerged had a cybernetic arm and short hair dyed a light blue.
"Good morning, Miss. My name is Ulysses, and I'll be your captain for this expedition," Ulysses said, nearly stumbling over his words.
"Marvelous, are we doing the presentation here? I had assumed we'd be in an office, but I suppose it would be more efficient to just do it on the way to our destination," the woman said.
"Oh no, I've got a room ready for us, but I thought I'd welcome everyone in person. Isn't it wondrous? Setting out to do what's never been done before? Staking a claim in a new world?" Ulysses said. "By the way, I didn't catch your name?"
"Oh, Ophelia, and indeed it is! Where is the room? If there's time I'd like to set stuff up before the others arrive," Ophelia said.
"Sector 5, Subsector 23, Hall 14, room 342. It should be on the right side of the hall if you head straight there from here," Ulysses said.
"Thanks, I'll see you there Ulysses," Ophelia said, before heading off down the hall. She carried a metal suitcase with her, no doubt packed with plans and cybernetic tools.
The next ship to arrive was the one from Mercury. The man who stepped out towered over Ulysses, his head nearly touching the ceiling of the station.
"Good Morning, Sir. Ulysses is the name, and I'll be your captain for this expedition," Ulysses said.
The Mercurian looked at him, looking confused. Ulysses quickly determined that the man didn't speak the Martian trade tongue, and tried again in Common Solari. The heat of the sun-side worlds made deep breathing an important facet of survival, and this was reflected in the guttural, boisterous bark of the Solari language. It made the language rather difficult to speak in any manner that didn't sound angry, and Ulysses' attempts to do so made him look quite silly.
"Ah. A martian. Great, you're like a bubbler squared," the man said. He paused for a moment before pointing at himself and saying, "Sterranos."
"I... will take that as a compliment, thank you. We're meeting in Sector 5, subsector 23, Hall 14, room 342. Not too long a trip, as long as you keep an eye on the nav signs," Ulysses said.
"I don't know those terms," Sterranos said.
"Right... Just follow-" Ulysses said, pointing at the door. He stopped when he realized that Ophelia had already left, and quickly adjusted his plans. "Mmm... You know what? I'll bring you there. The others can probably find their way."
Lyridia exited the vessel with a smooth stride as she entered the USC Hearth. Her cousins from Jupiter's other moons followed after her, though the classic rivalries quickly flared up. Ryani of Callisto and Tallis of Ganymede were busy arguing over whose wells were the best, despite the fact that they were fundamentally the same design with minor differences. Juni of Europa was mumbling complaints about the heat, as she did constantly when offworld.
Lyridia knew she was going to have to act as ambassador for the in-belters, since Io was the only place on the outer belt where the terrain didn't require immense cybernetics or an... alternative physiology to properly thrive. Well, outside of the bubble cities, at least, bubblers were all pretty similar as far as she knew. Thankfully, all of Jupiter's "finest" spoke Martian, so communication wouldn't be a hassle, but cultural norms were always tricky and her cousins had absolutely no tact.
She checked the message they'd gotten on the way to the Hearth, and found the directions to the office they were meant to head to. Still, she made sure to keep a mental map of the area as she read. While it was unlikely that they'd meet any surprise lava flows on a space station, accounting for one that didn't happen cost nothing, but failing to predict a flow that did could cost everything.
As they set out for the office, another shuttle from outside the belt entered the hangar, so they stalled for a moment longer. A duo stepped out, a man in a heavy jacket and a woman wearing the body portion of a space suit and a rebreather. The man had the sign of Titan on his arm, and the woman's suit bore the insignia of Urania Minor, the furthest colony in the solar system.
Lyridia stepped toward them, greeting them in the cold tongue.
"Greetings, are you here for the expedition?" she asked.
The woman nodded. She mumbled something, but it was unintelligible under her rebreather. The man leaned toward her, then turned to Lyridia.
"The expedition to Earth, yes? That is correct," the man said. His words seemed to slur together, as if he was making an effort not to separate his teeth when he spoke. "This is Miss Kythyra, I am Rulkir."
"Uh... Should I ask about the suit?" Lyridia asked.
"It is very hot here," Rulkir said.
"I know, right?" Juni said.
"Quiet, you," Lyridia said.
"So how do we find this office?" Rulkir asked.
"Don't worry, I'm great at navigation," Lyridia said.
The group quickly got to work attempting to unravel the labyrinth of USC architecture.
Ulysses had quickly gotten back to the hangar, but after an hour he checked the docket to find that all the shuttles for the expedition had arrived already. He called back to Ophelia, who informed him that it was still just her and Sterranos in the office.
He began checking with passers-by and the nav-signs to find where his lost crew members had gone, and after half an hour tracked them down to a ventilation duct. A woman in a thermal exo-suit was waiting outside the duct, while a large amount of shouting came from inside it.
"Excuse me, ma'am? What's going on here?" Ulysses asked. The woman shook her head, and Ulysses spotted the symbol on her arm. He repeated the question in frozen phonics, the language used on cold-world planets where letting moisture out of one's mouth was a good way to end up with a frostbitten tongue.
"We are looking for the meeting place. The Ioan girl said it was through here," she said, leaning in and whispering her words into Ulysses' ear through her breathing mask. He could feel the chill of her breath, and the light frost sticking to his cheek. It did bring him some joy to know they'd managed to get a thermomancer on their team, but he was somewhat confused about her words.
"Hello? Uh... Ioan girl? Are you in there?" Ulysses asked.
"Yes!" a woman's voice called out from inside the vent.
"Ow! Watch your feet, Lyridia!" a man called out in Martian.
"Quiet, Tallis!" the woman said.
"Uh... My name is Ulysses, and I'm the captain of the expedition. Why are you in a vent?" he asked.
"This was the best way to get to the office without passing too close to any of the electrical centers. Very dangerous places, those, they could overheat and melt the metal of the station! Then we'd have a massive lava flow problem!" Lyridia said.
"The safety measures are... pretty thorough, as far as I know," Ulysses said. He wasn't an engineer, but he knew that incidents of catastrophic malfunctions like that could be counted on one hand. "We are kind on a timetable, if you guys could get out of there we'll be there in no time."
Ulysses stood next to Ophelia as he attempted to translate her presentation for those on the team that didn't speak the Martian trade language. It was mostly explaining the specifics of the device the Venusian technicians had created that could eliminate the radioactive particulate embedded in the surface of a planet. The USC had been cleaning up one of the less dangerous regions over the past month, and the group was going to be setting up the first true human colony to grace the planet since The Exodus. There were a few asides about the specifics of the planet itself, but little was known about the planet and it was pretty clear that Ophelia had little knowledge or interest outside of things she could directly tinker with, so those sections were barebones at best.
The captain had planned for the group to do a few teambuilding exercises and maybe get to know each other before setting out, but thanks to the delayed arrival of most of the group they had to leave almost immediately after Ophelia finished her presentation. While he could theoretically spend the time on the trip doing them, he had planned for that time to be spent doing the final checks on their equipment and scanning their destination, so the time for anything else would be short.
Ulysses quickly herded his crew out to the landing pad to catch their shuttle to Earth, silently cursing that he'd had to make do with an automated craft since no pilot in their right minds would be willing to go to the dead world. It certainly made the timekeeping more annoying, as the ship would gladly leave without them, and having to explain to the people upstairs that they missed it would would almost certainly lose him his position.
As the ship departed, the crew donned their exo-suits and prepared for arrival.
Sterranos sat quietly while the group examined the charts, diagrams, and read the instructions of their equipment. He just noted the tab on his pack to activate his parachute, and began staring out the window. The pale girl with the rebreather was chanting quietly in the corner, and the so-called captain was attempting to convince the others to do trust falls.
Finally, the shuttle broke atmosphere, and a light came on over the door. The door slid open, much to the horror of most of the crew. Sterranos just rolled his eyes.
"See you on the ground!" Ophelia shouted over the roar of the wind before leaping out the door.
"Ophelia! Wait until we-" Ulysses shouted.
"Captain, do you trust this equipment?" Sterranos asked, cutting off the captain.
"Well, yes, but- Wait, what are you doing?" Ulysses said, as Sterranos lifted him up. The Mercurian threw the Martian out the door, before doing a swan dive out after him.
"No time like the present!" Lyridia shouted, jumping out. Her cousins followed quickly, giving similar missives.
"Miss Kythyra, do the omens look good?" Ruthir asked.
"The great pyre watches more closely than ever. Good or bad, whatever happens shall be magnificent," the girl mumbled through her rebreather.
The two held hands as they stepped out the door, plummeting to the ground below.
The ship flew for another few hundred feet before closing the door and returning to its hangar.
The crew drifted to the ground at alarming speed, the parachutes only offering a small increase in drag. One by one, they fell into the massive lake in the center of their "clean zone".
Sterranos, Ophelia, Ryani, and Tallis could all swim, and made it to shore in fairly short order. The others were forced to simply float using the inflatable parts of their exo suits and wait to drift to shore.
"So why exactly do we need so many people?" Sterranos asked, mostly to pass the time while they waited for their comrades.
"Were you paying any attention during my presentation? We fixed the radiation that made this place literally untouchable, but that was far from the only reason humanity left!" Ophelia said in native Solari Common.
"What are you guys talking about?" Ryani asked.
A silence immediately went over the group, but was cut off within a few seconds.
"YOU! Damned Spacers!" a tinny voice cried out from a hundred or so feet away. A man composed of overlapping sheets of metal stumbled forward, breaking into a sprint. "You left us for dead!"
Sterranos easily grabbed the man, whirling him around and hurling him onto a nearby rock. There was a loud clanging crunch as the robotic humanoid's spine was broken, but he quickly got back up and sprinted away.
"Spacers! The Spacers are back!" the man cried out as he fled, gripping his hips with his arms to keep his upper body upright.
"Well... This is going to be tricky," Sterranos said.

In the late 23rd century, the skies darkened with the arrival of the Nokrians. A reptilian race known throughout the galaxies as conquerors, destroyers of civilizations, and relentless expansionists. The first contact had a single, chilling message. Surrender or be eradicated. Humanity spread across Earth, Mars, the belt, and the solar system's farthest reaches bristled at the ultimatum. A united response was sent back. "We are the children of Earth. We do not surrender!" And so, the war for Earth began.
The Nokrians had underestimated humanity, viewing them as a young race scattered, technologically inferior. The aliens had crushed such civilizations before. But humankind was different. Beneath the diverse flags, languages, and planets, the fire of unity roared. Human technology, while less advanced, was innovative. Adaptive tactics and strategies changed quickly and unpredictably.
The first defining battle took place in the inner belt of Jupiter. Earth's combined fleet clashed with the Nokrian Armada. The alien cruisers dwarfed Earth's vessels, and their plasma weapons tore through our hulls. The Nokrians watched as dozens of human ships turned to stardust, confident in their victory. But humanity had a secret weapon. Its spirit. The spirit dared to dream, innovate, and resist against all odds. And amid that bloody battle, it shone brightly. Following a hasty, desperate plan, the remaining human fleet utilized Jupiter's powerful magnetic field to create a slingshot effect, hurtling smaller ships with tremendous speed toward the Nokrian Armada.
The Nokrian Shields, designed to absorb direct high-energy attacks, could not adapt to the bombardment of these human missiles. The loss they faced was unexpected and disheartening. The mighty alien Armada was forced to retreat, leaving the humans to celebrate their first victory. That day, the message of humanity echoed across the solar system. "We do not surrender!"
On the Nokrian's home world, supreme warlord K'rul watched in disbelief as reports streamed in. "So, you're telling me we lost our greatest superweapon because humans rammed a flagship into it?" The room fell into an uneasy silence. Humans were meant to be weak and insignificant. Yet they had just dealt the Nokrians a heavy blow. Despite this unexpected setback, the Nokrians remained disdainful of humanity. They saw this victory as a fluke, a lucky shot.
Commander Xok'rath received an order from the Nokrian High Command as the war entered its second year. An all-out assault on Earth aimed to crush human resistance once and for all. Closing his eyes, he remembered a phrase from an ancient human text. "The calm before the storm." The storm was indeed coming, but who would prevail in its wake was a story yet to be told. With a final look at Earth, he ordered his Armada to advance, leaving the future of humanity hanging in the balance. A cliff on the horizon of a story yet to unfold.
"Operation Thunderbolt? I must admit humans come up with interesting names," Commander Xok'rath muttered. Starring at the holographic plans of an Earth-based counter-strike against his armada. He found it difficult to understand how a young and fragile race could put up such a fight. His second in command, Virox, watched the hologram with narrowed eyes. "Commander, have you noticed? These humans fight differently compared to the other races we've conquered. They're more... reckless." "Yes," Xok'rath replied, a hint of curiosity in his voice. "They seem to have a remarkable capacity for taking risks and performing under extreme stress. There's a term they use" Adrenaline." Xok'rath said. Virox tilted his head. "Adrenaline?" "Yes," Xok'rath said. Gesturing at a display, an image of human anatomy diagram appeared, highlighting the adrenal glands. "It's a hormone triggered by stress or danger significantly enhancing their physical abilities. It allows them to perform feats that seem impossible." "Like flying their ships directly into our Armada," Virox murmured, understanding dawning in his eyes. "Yes," Xok'rath nodded. "Like that." Their discussion was interrupted by the ship's automated alarm. Operation Thunderbolt had begun.
Reports started pouring in, and Earth's smaller but highly maneuverable attack force began strafing runs on the Nokrian fleet. From Earth's surface, missiles arced, their brilliant trails illuminating the dark void. Nokrian shield generators sparked and faltered under the sheer onslaught. The human ships danced among the Nokrian Armada. "Incoming! Brace for Impact!" Xok'rath's command echoed through the ship as the Earth missiles found their target. The ship shook violently, the powerful shield failing under the human's relentless bombardment. "Damage report!" Xok'rath demanded, clutching onto the armrest of his command chair. His scales bristled with tension. "Shields down to 17%; we have hull breaches in sectors 7, 9, and 12." A junior officer reported, panic evident in his usually steady voice. "Initiate evasive maneuvers and get those shields back online!" Zok'rath ordered, his mind racing. No enemy had ever breached a Nokrian command ship's shield. Yet, here were the humans achieving the impossible again.
Meanwhile, on Earth, General Maya Serrano watched as Operation Thunderbolt unfolded. Despite the high stakes, she couldn't suppress a small smile. They were showing these arrogant aliens the true might of humanity. Serrano was a seasoned veteran, having served in the Solar Defense Force for three decades. She'd fought against pirates and led exploratory missions into unknown regions of space, and now she was helping to defend against an alien invasion. Her strategic mind was behind Operation Thunderbolt, a daring high-risk counteroffensive designed to exploit the Nokrians' overconfidence.
Back on the Nokrian command ship, the situation was dire. The shields were failing. casualties were mounting, and to Xok'rath's disbelief, the human force showed no signs of relenting. Instead, their attacks became fiercer, their maneuvers more daring. Suddenly an urgent message flashed on the command screen. It was from the Nokrian Supreme Warlord K'rul himself. His statement was brief and to the point. "Fall back to high orbit," "Regroup," "We will not be defeated." Xok'rath stared at the message, his mind swirling with questions. "Fallback?" "Regroup?" These were terms not often used in Nokrian warfare. He looked back at the holographic display of Earth, its blue and green hues seeming to pulse defiantly. "Commander your orders?" Virox asked, his eyes reflecting the unease rippling through the command ship. Xok'rath took a deep breath. A newfound respect for humanity hardened his resolve. "We follow the warlord's orders, full retreat to high orbit." "But make no mistake, Virox, this is far from over. We've awoken a giant, and we must brace for its wrath," said Xok'rath.
As the Nokrian Armada began retreating, the humans watched from their home world, ships, and colonies. They had won this round. Their defiance, unity, and sheer audacity had pushed back the invaders. If only for a while... But they knew this was not the end; the war was far from over. The Nokrians would return more determined, more desperate. Humanity would have to be ready, for they were the children of Earth, and they would not surrender!
The lights flickered in the makeshift lab as a beacon of hope emerged. On a remote outpost on Titan, Doctor Elena Petrova, humanity's leading quantum physicist, made a breakthrough. A radical new technology project, Quantum Lattice, is an adaptive energy shield that could neutralize the Nokrian's plasma weapons. News of the breakthrough spread like wildfire, the anticipation mixed with caution; after all, the security was untested in actual combat.
They needed to be more unified on the other side of the war line. In the Nokrian High Command, disagreement festered; some commanders like Xok'rath argued for a more cautious approach acknowledging the human's unpredictability. Others, like the fiery Z'tran, scorned such caution advocating for overwhelming direct force.
Back on Earth, another development was taking shape. Lieutenant Isamu Takashi, one of the few survivors of the battle of Jupiter, was chosen for a mission most deemed suicidal. Utilizing his combat experience, survival skills, and the new adaptive camouflage suit. Isamu was to infiltrate the Nokrian mothership, gather intelligence, and if possible, sabotage their operations. Leaving behind a tearful goodbye to his family. Isamu steeled himself for the task ahead. He was not just a soldier but a symbol of human determination.
Meanwhile, Project Quantum Lattice was fast-tracked for field deployment. The prototype was to be installed on the USS Vengeance, a newly commissioned cruiser. Captain Amina N'dour, an experienced and unyielding officer, was given the helm. Her task was twofold: test the shield in battle and buy enough time for Isamu to complete his mission. The USS Vengeance embarked on its maiden voyage equipped with untested technology. The moral of the human forces was... Palpable. On the Nokrian side, tension mounted as descent grew. The war was about to take an unexpected turn.
Onboard the Nokrian mothership, Commander Xok'rath studied the report of increased activity among the human forces. A chill ran down his spine; he felt the wind of change, a shiver of uncertainty. He turned to his second in command, Virox. "Prepare the fleet for an imminent attack and enhance security on our ship. I have a feeling... the humans are up to something." And thus, the stage was set the pieces were moving. As the USS Vengeance ventured into the dark abyss, Isamu descended onto the alien ship in his stealth shuttle. The entire solar system held its breath. Unbeknownst to them, they were on the brink of a new chapter in the war for Earth. A turning point was on the horizon, and with it, the tides of war were about to change.
Deep within the heart of the Nokrian mothership. Lieutenant Isamu Takashi navigated the labyrinthine corridors, and the calm hum of alien technology resonated in the walls. Contrasting starkly with the pounding heartbeat echoing in his ears. Invisible under the cloak of the adaptive camouflage suit, he slipped past patrols, moving like a phantom. His objective was clear, gather intel on the Nokrian's capabilities, identify weaknesses, and if possible, sow chaos within their ranks. But first, he had to reach the core command center.
Meanwhile, far from the silent tension of the alien vessel, the USS Vengeance found itself in the throes of battle. The Nokrian vanguard had descended upon them like a swarm of metallic hornets, but humanity had its own sting. "Activate the Quantum Lattice!" Captain Amina N'dour ordered. A shimmering energy net bloomed around the ship absorbing the volley of plasma beams from the Nokrian fighters. The cruiser seemed to glow in a lattice of light before the glow subsided, leaving the USS Vengeance unscathed. In the silence that followed, a cheer erupted on the bridge; The Quantum Lattice worked.
Then, on the Nokrian mothership, Z'tran, a high-ranking commander known for his aggression, stormed into the war room. Reports of the failed attack on the human ship had just arrived. Z'tran blamed Xok'rath for the failures, his words slicing through the tense air. "Your caution has cost us, Xok'rath. These humans... they are not as weak as you believed." A heated argument ensued, voices echoing through the chamber. Z'tran's accusations held weight among those frustrated with the human resistance. The room split, tension escalating until Z'tran, by force of numbers, wrestled control of the Armada. His first order was a resonating call for the destruction of the Earth.
During the power struggle, Isamu found himself at the heart of the command center. He had gathered precious intel, learning about Z'tran's intended all-out assault. Unfortunately, he transmitted the information to Earth before an alarm blared around him. His cover was blown, and his heart pounded in his chest as he found himself surrounded and trapped at the center of the enemy hub. His eyes darted, calculating escape routes, but it was too late. The Nokrians closed in; their alien faces were grim, and weapons were drawn.
Back on Earth, as the data from Isamu started streaming in, they also received his final message. "I've been compromised; proceed without me..." The transmission cut out abruptly, leaving a haunting silence in the command center with the enemy closing in. Isamu steeled himself; he was cornered, outgunned. His chances looked grim, but he was a symbol of humanity, and he was not going down without a fight. And thus, the climax of the War for Earth began with a lone spy's fate and humanity's future hanging in the balance.
The alien corridors were bathed in a harsh red light, the alarm blaring relentlessly. Lieutenant Isamu Takashi, cornered and outnumbered, faced the approaching Nakorians with a defiant glare. He knew he wouldn't walk away from this fight. His hand found the tiny remote in his pocket. a last resort. A beacon to call down hellfire upon his position. He pressed the button. An explosive blaze erupted from Isamu's location, cascading through the Nokrian mothership. Isamu's final act, a daring sacrifice, destabilized a significant part of the alien Armada. It was a tragic but necessary act that the human fleet used to their advantage. On Earth, his sacrifice echoed through the ranks. Isamu's bravery was a catalyst, igniting a resolve deeper than any battle plan.
As Z'tran's all-out assault descended upon Earth, the planet's defenses were pushed to their limit. But inspired by Isamu, the humans held their ground. The Quantum Lattice technology fends off the relentless onslaught. "Remember Isamu!" Became a rallying cry that surged through the human ranks. Each ship fought with a tenacity that was a testament to their fallen comrade.
The Nokrian Armada, vast, began to falter before the stubborn human resistance. And then Earth's forces unleashed a trump card. Within the bowels of these human ships, engineers and scientists worked relentlessly. Exploiting the data gathered by Isamu. They discovered a critical flaw in the Nokrian shield system. A resonant frequency that could disrupt their energy matrix. Timing their attacks to the millisecond, they fired burst after burst. At this frequency, The Nokrian Shields flickered and, with a final, resounding blast, failed. The Armada was left exposed and vulnerable. Humanity pushed, and the Nokrian forces began to crumble.
The victory was not without cost. wreckage of both Human and Nokrian ships littered the Battlefields. The Earth, though protected, was scarred by the relentless bombardment. But amidst the destruction, humanity stood tall. They had faced annihilation and emerged victorious. Both races were left to pick up the pieces in the aftermath of the war.
On Earth, a Monument was erected in Isamu's memory, a testament to the spirit of humanity. In the Nokrian home world, Z'tran's recklessness was held responsible for their defeat, leading to a shift in power. As the dust settled, the galaxy watched in awe. A species they had considered insignificant had bested the most fearsome conquerors known. Their story was one of resilience, bravery, and unity. However, with the end of the war came new challenges.
The knowledge of humanity's existence had reached far corners of the galaxy. Allies and enemies alike turned their attention to the small blue planet and its colonies, intrigued and wary. But Earth stood ready. The war for Earth had changed, unified, and strengthened them. No matter what the future holds, one thing is sure. Humanity would face it head-on, as they always had. Because they are the children of Earth! And they will not surrender!

8 year old whirlpool dryer, inconsistent squealing when running after it gets going for a bit.
Already took it apart and cleaned up the roller surfaces, helped but did not fix it completely. I’ve had to do that before due to hair getting clogged and turned into paste in the bottom one.
I’d guess a 50% chance at fixing it with a belt, pulley, and two new roller supports for 80 dollars.
Odds probably push 80-90% if I do the drum contact surfaces (a mixture of felt and hard plastic) for another 150.
Outlier possibilities are a motor bearing problem or something with the fan.
The question is it worth spending 230 dollars to repair it when I spent 550 on it in the first place and it’s near end of life expectations for a bottom rung item?
I have zero complaints with the appliance, fwiw, it has held up to a 6 person household in a stellar fashion. Just not sure how much to throw at it.

I just repaired the broken belt on my Samsung dryer model number DV210AGW/XAA. I put it all back together and now it still isn’t spinning and it is giving me a DE error code. This means the door is open but it is actually not and the door switch is working properly according to my meter. Any ideas what I should check next or what might be causing it to say the door is open?

If you are interested in something, lmk and I can send or upload pics and pull model numbers. If you are interested in a bunch, we can setup a time to come by.
Sometime the week of 6/12 whatever is left will be donated to the tool library/maker spaces/Habitat Restore.
Corded power tools in great shape with storage cases if they came with them.

• Makita 5007MG 7 1/4" circular saw + a variety of blades, several brand new
• HPT corded 1/2 drill
• HPT grinder, brand new
• Dewalt sawzall
• B&D Jigsaw
• HF Belt Sander
• Bosch fixed & plunged base router kit, opened but never used. Includes a dozen or so router bits.
• 12 inch Hitachi c12rsh dual bevel sliding compound mitre saw + custom rolling base & cabinet with 4 foot foldable extensions (one for each side) & some blades (new/used)
• 12 inch harbor freight (chicago electric) dual bevel sliding compound mitre saw with blade, used for a few cuts.
• Tons of 12 inch blades, lightly used or brand new
• 1 rockwell oscillating saw
• 1 oscillating saw (forget brand, acquired at costco)
• Several dozen new oscillating saw blades
• 20 year old craftsman 1/2 inch drill, well used but very reliable

Large corded tools:

• Dewalt D24000S 10" wet saw with blade, clean water bucket, pump, slides, stand, power source, etc.
• Delta 10" contractor table saw model 34-444 with base. Original fence & rails as well as 50" biesemeyer clone fence & rails, blade guard, etc. Cast iron table is perfectly flat, unpitted, no rust. Includes original stamped wings in good shape. It's the last model made in USA before Delta closed the tupelo plant.
  • Tons of blades including Forrest Woodworker II (needs manufacturer reconditioning which is like $75 + shipping), various others new & lightly used) & some Diable blades
  • Also has mitre guide, stacked dado set, low insert plates for some of the blades, paste for the top, lube/grease for the mechanisms, other extras
  • I may have some planejoint & other jigs that will be included if they can be located.
• Older Delta DC-380 15" four poster planer in good shape & working, dust extraction hookup & feed tables. Needs plug replaced as it was damaged when relocating. Will consider it a part out piece if I cannot replace plug before you come to look at it.
• Older craftsman radial arm saw on mobile base, + 7 or so blades

Pneumatic tools

• Porter Cable 16, 18, finish nailer & pin nailer pneumatic nailers
  • tons of unused nails
• Porter Cable 5 gallon oilless compressor, lightly used
• Sanborn Magna Force 25 gallon oil compressor, good shape. Needs the regulator knob replaced ($40 part online) but working otherwise
• Several air compressor cords, various lenghts 10 ft to 50 ft.
• HPT stapler & staples
• Freeman pneumatic flooring nailer, opened never used.
• Ramset w/ nails & powder cartridges

Wood/Woodworking

• 1400 - 1600 sq ft of 3/4 inch x 3.25 inch rustic white oak solid hardwood flooring, new in bundles. A couple bundles were opened. Includes a dozen packs or so of oak splines, possibly underlayment.
• A variety of stain-grade wood including red oak, white oak, maple, poplar, hickory, walnut. Mostly oaks & maple (some but not much tigeburled maple). It's all full dimension 1x1, 1x2, 1x3 in 8'-16' lengths for cabinet face frames. Stacked together, it would be 6-8' tall x 2.5' wide. Most of it is longer lengths.
  • Can include a lumber storage shelf that is 16' l x 3' w x 12'.
• Large chemical resistant work table & base, 3'x7'
• 20 or so rough sawn 1x6 or 1x8 ~16' local blue stain pine boards.
• A dozen or so pairs of Bessey 3/4 inch pipe clamps, 4-8' long
• A few pairs of 1/2 pipe clamps, 4' long
• 8 pair folding saw horses

Remodeling

• Never installed 60" inch vanity, white with separate molded counter & sinks. Will include delta faucets new in box if I still have them
• Several vanity style mirrors 2x4
• Black granite single basin large & deep sink with American Standard garbage disposal & kohler commercial style pull down faucet (stainless). Installed then pulled. I think the sink is Frankie. Never caulked in & I believe we have the top mount & flush mount hardware & cut templates.
  • Also have a matching black granite baprep sink. Opened, never used. Includes installation templates, etc. Frankie brand
• American standard garbage disposal new in box
• New door handles, hinges, hardware in aged bronze (color matched to Kwikset handles & Delta fixtures). Also matching curtain rods, other hardware, new. Also some matching 3 or 4 light wall mount light fixtures.
• Paper backed bat insulation for 2x4 & 2x6 exterior walls. Never opened.
• Never installed light grey large format tiles, enough for 1.5 5' tub surrounds (front, back, side)
• 1 gallon flexcolor CQ grout in light steel grey unopened
• 2 pieces 1/2" x 3' x 5' durock cement board
• 2 @ 1 gallon AquaDefense unopened
• 1 @ ~20 lb bag Easy Sand 90 joint compound unopened
• 1 @ 50 lb bag Planitop 330 Fast wall leveling compound unopened
• 1 @ 50 lb bag ultraflex LHT mortar unopened
• Several pieces of new 4'x8' 1/2 & 5/8 inch drywall
• 1 pack of drywall shims
• Bunch of 4" mdf trim 8' or 10' lengths. New
• 2 pair extendible/adjustable halogen work lights (2 lights each)

Appliances

• Set of 2 year old LG stainless steel kitchen appliances. 25 cu ft fridge, gas range + gas convection oven, dishwasher. Verifying length left on extended warranty.
• 36 inch black range hood exhaust. Opened never installed.
• Whirlpool commercial standup garage freezer, 28 cu ft, white, approximately 12 years old. Great shape.
• Danby 20ish cu ft garage freezer, 2 years old.
• 20 year old whirlpool clothes washer & dryer. Well maintained, 3 year old heater core. Washer has a $4 coupling (still available on amazon) that has to be replaced every 7 years or so. $20 because nobody ever seems to take it when it's "free"

Networking/electrical

• Dozens of new work/old work outlet boxes
• New circuit breakers for GE panels including AFCI & 80-100W breakers
• 14 gauge romex rolls, 100' or 250'
• Heavy duty 25' electrical cords, used for 20 amp tools
• 2 spool of cat 6 ethernet. About 150' on each. Will include fishtape, pull rods, connectors & pull reiliefs, crimp tools, line testers, etc.
• A 2 post network rack, full sized
• Server cabinet, full-sized with fans.
• Rackmount power ports
• 2 24-port gigabit switches (Cisco). I believe they are POE. Will verify when I get the model #s

Storage/furniture

• 6' x 2' x 7' steel adjustable storage shelf. Great shape used for steel/metal storage, never been able to overload.
• Various other wood/basement storage shelving sized for 45 gallon storage tubs. 6-8 long, 8' tall
• T5 grow adjustable shelf with 3 @ 4'x8' T8 light fixtures. Can convert to LED by removing the ballasts. Built out of pine 1x4s.
• Folding 3'x6' Costco composite table
• Solid Oak child's low dressor & high dressor. Painted white.. Needs a bit of cleanup but built like a tank.

Misc Tools

• 6-8 foot i-beam & box levels, like new
• Ridgid shop vac
• Husqvarna battery operated string trimmer with charger, string
• Worx corded blowevac
• Dozens of unopened caulk & sealent.
• 28' warner aluminum extension ladder
• several aluminum or fiberglass extension & step ladders 10-18 feet
• Plumbing tools
• Large variety of drywall knives
• Variety of cement/tile/mortar hand tools

Miscellaneous

• Oreck XL Gold stand up vacuum
• Several Cabela's rod with various bait casting or spin casting reals. Spooled & ready.
• Pair of harbor freight loading ramps, 7.5' long
• Heavy duty furniture dolly & wheeled furniture movers
• Variety of unopened SW paint. Also some opened containers of paints, stains, primers, cleanup materials, thinners, etc. It's all been set aside at the shop so no more of the unopened buckets will walk off
  • Unopened:
  • 1 @ 5 gal SW ellie grey super paint
  • 1 @ 1 gal SW ellie grey super paint
  • 5 @ 1 gal SW silver plate super paint
  • 2 @ 1 gal SW pure white pro classic
  • 2 @ 1 gal SW alabaster pro classic
  • 1 @ 1 gal site white SW resilience exterior
  • 2 @ 1 gal network grey SW resilience exterior
  • 1 @ 1 gal sundried tomato SW resilience exterior
    • Most of the above have a few to several 1 gal partially used if you want them.
  • Opened:
  • 1 @ 5 gal kilz original oil primer, ~3 gal left
  • 1 @ 1 gal kilz original oil primer 80% left
  • 1 @ 1 gal zinsser cover stain primer 90% left
  • 1 @ 5 gal BM white ceiling paint, 4 gal left
  • Several 1 gal containers of exterior stains, 50-80% left.
  • Lacguer thinner, mineral spirits, paint thinner, wood conditioner (pre-stain), floetrol, penetrol.
• Tons of new roller covers/brushes purdey & wooster mostly
• Some heavy duty paint tarps
• 1 roll 12' x 100' 4 mil clear plastic sheeting

Edit: had a work issue come up this AM. Getting back to it. I apologize & thx for your patience!

In the late 23rd century, the skies darkened with the arrival of the Nokrians. A reptilian race known throughout the galaxies as conquerors, destroyers of civilizations, and relentless expansionists. The first contact had a single, chilling message. Surrender or be eradicated. Humanity spread across Earth, Mars, the belt, and the solar system's farthest reaches bristled at the ultimatum. A united response was sent back. "We are the children of the Earth. We do not surrender!" And so the war for Earth began. The Nokrians had underestimated humanity, viewing them as a young race scattered, technologically inferior. The aliens had crushed such civilizations before. But humankind was different. Beneath the diverse flags, languages, and planets, the fire of unity roared. Human technology, while less advanced, was innovative.
Adaptive tactics and strategies changed quickly and unpredictably. The first defining battle took place in the inner belt of Jupiter. Earth's combined fleet clashed with the Nokrian Armada. The alien cruisers dwarfed Earth's vessels, and their plasma weapons tore through our hulls. The Nokrians watched as dozens of human ships turned to stardust, confident in their victory. But humanity had a secret weapon. Its spirit. The spirit dared to dream, innovate, and resist against all odds. And amid that bloody battle, it shone brightly. Following a hasty, desperate plan, the remaining human fleet utilized Jupiter's powerful magnetic field to create a slingshot effect, hurtling smaller ships with tremendous speed toward the Nokrian Armada. The Nokrian Shields, designed to absorb direct High energy attacks, could not adapt to the bombardment of these human missiles. The loss they faced was unexpected and disheartening. The mighty alien Armada was forced to retreat, leaving the humans to celebrate their first victory. That day, the message of humanity echoed across the solar system. "We do not surrender."

 On the Nokrian's homeworld, Supreme Warlord K'rul watched in disbelief as reports streamed in. "So you're telling me we lost our greatest superweapon because humans rammed a flagship into it?" The room fell into an uneasy silence. Humans were meant to be weak and insignificant. Yet they had just dealt the Nokrians a heavy blow. Despite this unexpected setback, the Nokrians remained disdainful of humanity. They saw this victory as a fluke, a lucky shot. Commander Xok'rath received an order from the Nokrian High Command as the war entered its second year. An all-out assault on Earth aimed to crush human resistance once and for all. Closing his eyes, he remembered a phrase from an ancient human text. "The calm before the storm." The storm was indeed coming, but who would prevail in its wake was a story yet to be told. With a final look at Earth, he ordered his Armada to advance, leaving the future of humanity and nutrients hanging in the balance. A cliff on the horizon of a story yet to unfold. 

Operation Thunderbolt. "I must admit humans come up with interesting names," Commander Xok'rath muttered. Staring at the holographic plans of an earth-based counter-strike against his Armada. He found it difficult to understand how a young and fragile race could put up such a fight. His second in command, Virox, watched the hologram with narrowed eyes. "Commander, have you noticed? These humans fight differently compared to the other races we've conquered. They're more... reckless." "Yes," Xok'rath replied, a hint of curiosity in his voice. "They seem to have a remarkable capacity for taking risks and performing under extreme stress. There's a term they use" "Adrenaline." Virox tilted his head. "Adrenaline?" "Yes," Xok'rath said. Gesturing at a display, an image of a human anatomy diagram appeared, highlighting the adrenal glands. "It's a hormone triggered by stress or danger significantly enhancing their physical abilities. It allows them to perform feats that seem impossible." "Like flying their ships directly into our Armada," Virox murmured, understanding dawning in his eyes. "Yes," Xok'rath nodded. "Like that." Their discussion was interrupted by the ship's automated alarm. Operation Thunderbolt had begun.
Reports started pouring in, and Earth's smaller but highly maneuverable attack force began strafing runs on the Nokrian fleet. From Earth's surface, missiles arced, their brilliant trails illuminating the dark void. Nokrian shield generators sparked and faltered under the sheer onslaught. The human ships danced among the Nokrian Armada. "Incoming! Brace for impact!" Xok'rath's command echoed through the command ship as one of the earth missiles found its target. The ship shook violently, the powerful shield failling under the human's relentless bombardment. "Damage report!" Xok'rath demanded, clutching onto the armrest of his command chair. His scales bristled with tension. "Shields down to 17%; we have hull breaches in sectors 7, 9, and 12." A junior officer reported, panic evident in his usually steady voice. "Initiate evasive maneuvers and get those shields back online!" Zok'rath ordered, his mind racing. No enemy had ever breached a Nokrian command ship's shield. Yet, here were the humans achieving the impossible again.
Meanwhile, on Earth, General Maya Serrano watched as Operation Thunderbolt unfolded. Despite the high stakes, she couldn't suppress a small smile. They were showing these arrogant aliens the true might of humanity. Serrano was a seasoned veteran, having served in the Solar Defence Force for three decades. She'd fought against pirates and led exploratory missions into unknown regions of space, and now she was helping to defend humanity against an alien invasion. Her strategic mind was behind Operation Thunderbolt, a daring high-risk counteroffensive designed to exploit the Nokrians' overconfidence. Back on the Nokrian command ship, the situation was dire. The shields were failing. Casualties were mounting, and to Xok'rath's disbelief, the human force showed no signs of relenting. Instead, their attacks became fiercer, their maneuvers more daring. Suddenly an urgent message flashed on the command screen. It was from the Nokrian Supreme Warlord K'rul himself. His statement was brief and to the point. "Fall back to high orbit," "Regroup," "We will not be defeated." Xok'rath stared at the message, his mind swirling with questions. "Fallback?" "Regroup?" These were terms not often used in Nokrian warfare. He looked back at the holographic display of Earth, its blue and green hues seeming to pulse defiantly. "Commander, your orders?" Virox asked, his eyes reflecting the unease rippling through the command ship. Xok'rath took a deep breath. A newfound respect for humanity hardened his resolve. "We follow the warlord's orders, full retreat to high orbit." "But make no mistake, Virox, this is far from over. We've awoken a giant, and we must brace for its wrath," said Xok'rath. As the Nokrian Armada began retreating, the humans watched from their homeworld, ships, and colonies. They had won this round. Their defiance, unity, and sheer audacity had pushed back the invaders. If only for a while... But they knew this was not the end; the war was far from over. The Nokrians would return more determined, more desperate. Humanity would have to be ready, for they were the children of Earth, and they would not surrender.

The lights flickered in the makeshift lab as a beacon of hope emerged. On a remote outpost on Titan, Doctor Elena Petrova, humanity's leading quantum physicist, made a breakthrough. A radical new technology project, Quantum Lattice, is an adaptive energy shield that could neutralize the Nokrian's plasma weapons. News of the breakthrough spread like wildfire, the anticipation mixed with caution; after all, the security was untested in actual combat. They needed to be more unified on the other side of the war line. In the Nokrian High Command, disagreement festered; some commanders like Xok'rath argued for a more cautious approach acknowledging the human's unpredictability. Others, like the fiery Z'tran, scorned such caution advocating for overwhelming direct force. Back on Earth, another development was taking shape. Lieutenant Isamu Takashi, one of the few survivors of the battle of Jupiter, was chosen for a mission most deemed suicidal. Utilizing his combat experience, survival skills, and the new adaptive camouflage suit. Isamu was to infiltrate the Nokrian mothership, gather intelligence, and, if possible, sabotage their operations. Leaving behind a tearful goodbye to his family. Isamu steeled himself for the task ahead. He was not just a soldier but a symbol of human determination. 

Meanwhile, Project Quantum Lattice was fast-tracked for field deployment. The prototype was to be installed on the USS Vengeance, a newly commissioned cruiser. Captain Amina N'dour, an experienced and unyielding officer, was given the helm. Her task was twofold: test the shield in battle and buy enough time for Isamu to complete his mission. The USS Vengeance embarked on its maiden voyage equipped with untested technology.
The moral of the human forces was... Palpable. On the Nokrian side, tension mounted as descent grew. The war was about to take an unexpected turn. Onboard the Nokrian mothership, Commander Xok'rath studied the report of increased activity among the human forces. A chill ran down his spine; he felt the winds of change, a shiver of uncertainty. He turned to his Second-in-Command, Virox. "Prepare the fleet for an imminent attack and enhance security on our ship. I have a feeling... the humans are up to something." And thus, the stage was set the pieces were moving. As the USS Vengeance ventured into the dark abyss, Isamu descended onto the alien ship in his stealth shuttle. The entire solar system held its breath. Unbeknownst to them, they were on the brink of a new chapter in the war for Earth. A turning point was on the horizon, and with it, the tides of war were about to change.

Deep within the heart of the Nokrian mothership. Lieutenant Isamu Takashi navigated the labyrinthine corridors, and the calm hum of alien technology resonated in the walls. Contrasting starkly with the pounding heartbeat echoing in his ears. Invisible under the cloak of the adaptive camouflage suit, he slipped past patrols, moving like a phantom. His objective was clear, gather intel on the Nokrian's capabilities, identify weaknesses, and, if possible, sow chaos within their ranks. But first, he had to reach the core command center. 

Meanwhile, far from the silent tension of the alien vessel, the USS Vengeance found itself in the throes of battle. The Nokrian vanguard had descended upon them like a swarm of metallic hornets, but humanity had its own sting. "Activate the Quantum Lattice!" Captain Amina N'dour ordered. A shimmering energy net bloomed around the ship absorbing the volley of plasma beams from the Nokrian fighters. The cruiser seemed to glow in a lattice of light before the glow subsided, leaving the USS Vengeance unscathed. In the silence that followed, a cheer erupted on the bridge; The Quantum Lattice worked. Then, on the Nokrian mothership, Z'tran, a high-ranking commander known for his aggression, stormed into the war room.
Reports of the failed attack on the human ship had just arrived. Z'tran blamed Xok'rath for the failures, his words slicing through the tense air. "Your caution has cost us, Xok'rath. These humans... they are not as weak as you believed." A heated argument ensued, voices echoing through the chamber. Z'tran's accusations held weight among those frustrated with the human resistance. The room split, tension escalating until Z'tran, by force of numbers, wrestled control of the Armada. His first order was a resonating call for the destruction of the Earth. During the power struggle, Isamu found himself at the heart of the command center. He had gathered precious intel, learning about Z'tran's intended all-out assault. Unfortunately, he transmitted the information to Earth before an alarm blared around him. His cover was blown, and his heart pounded in his chest as he found himself surrounded and trapped in the center of the enemy hub. His eyes darted, calculating escape routes, but it was too late. The Nokrians closed in; their alien faces were grim, and weapons were drawn. Back on Earth, as the data from Isamu started streaming in, they also received his final message. "I've been compromised; proceed without me..." The transmission cut out abruptly, leaving a haunting silence in the command center with the enemy closing in. Isamu steeled himself; he was cornered, outgunned. His chances looked grim, but he was a symbol of humanity, and he was not going down without a fight. And thus, the climax of the War for Earth began with a lone spy's fate and humanity's future hanging in the balance.

The alien corridors were bathed in a harsh red light, the alarm blaring relentlessly. Lieutenant Isamu Takashi, cornered and outnumbered, faced the approaching Nokrians with a defiant glare. He knew he wouldn't walk away from this fight. His hand found the tiny remote in his pocket. A last resort. A beacon to call down hellfire upon his position. He pressed the button. An explosive blaze erupted from Isamu's location, cascading through the Nokrian mothership. Isamu's final act, a daring sacrifice, destabilized a significant part of the alien Armada. It was a tragic but necessary act that the human fleet used to their advantage. On Earth, his sacrifice echoed through the ranks. Isamu's bravery was a catalyst, igniting a resolve deeper than any battle plan. As Z'tran's all-out assault descended upon Earth, the planet's defenses were pushed to their limit. But inspired by Isamu, the humans held their ground. The Quantum Lattice technology fends off the relentless onslaught. "Remember Isamu!" Became a rallying cry that surged through the human ranks. Each ship fought with a tenacity that was a testament to their fallen comrade. The Nokrian Armada, vast, began to falter before the stubborn human resistance. And then Earth's forces unleashed their trump card. Within the bowels of these human ships, engineers and scientists worked relentlessly. Exploiting the data gathered by Isamu. They discovered a critical flaw in the Nokrian shield system. A resonant frequency that could disrupt their energy matrix. Timing their attacks to the millisecond, they fired burst after burst. At this frequency, the Nokrian Shields flickered and, with a final, resounding blast, failed. The Armada was left exposed and vulnerable. Humanity pushed, and the Nokrian forces began to crumble. The victory was not without cost. Wreckage of both Human and Nokrian ships littered the battlefield. The Earth, though protected, was scarred by the relentless bombardment. But amidst the destruction, humanity stood tall. They had faced annihilation and emerged victorious. Both races were left to pick up the pieces in the aftermath of the war. On Earth, a Monument was erected in Isamu's memory, a testament to the spirit of humanity. In the Nokrian home world, Z'tran's recklessness was held responsible for their defeat, leading to a shift in power. As the dust settled, the galaxy watched in awe. A species they had considered insignificant had bested the most fearsome conquerors known. Their story was one of resilience, bravery, and unity. However, with the end of the war came new challenges. The knowledge of humanity's existence had reached far corners of the galaxy. Allies and enemies alike turned their attention to the small blue planet and its colonies, intrigued and wary. But Earth stood ready. The war for Earth had changed, unified, and strengthened them. No matter what the future holds, one thing is sure. Humanity would face it head-on, as they always had. Because they are the children of Earth! And they do not surrender! 

So I got this KE Washe Dryer combo that was having the issue of making a noice which i found it was the drying fan unit on top of the drum mossing the mounting screws. So I fixed that but now, each time I run a cycle and turn the drying function on, it will go through the entire wash and spin cycles but right as it is going to go into the drying cycle it shuts off and then back on with a PF error code.
But when i do the dry only option, the element heats up and the fan kicks on with no PF error code. Atleast so far.
Edit: So i ran it on dry only and there was no PF error or system shutting down right after spin to dry cycle. It is only when going from wash to dry

So I got this KE Washe Dryer combo that was having the issue of making a noice which i found it was the drying fan unit on top of the drum mossing the mounting screws. So I fixed that but now, each time I run a cycle and turn the drying function on, it will go through the entire wash and spin cycles but right as it is going to go into the drying cycle it shuts off and then back on with a PF error code.
But when i do the dry only option, the element heats up and the fan kicks on with no PF error code. Atleast so far.
Edit: So i ran it on dry only and there was no PF error or system shutting down right after spin to dry cycle. It is only when going from wash to dry

Timestamp: https://imgur.com/a/fwTFTXy
Do you really want something listed here, but want to negotiate? Make me an offer. I am very motivated to get rid of this stuff and I’m sure we can work something out. Bundling multiple items will help me a lot so I will give you a better deal accordingly.
TAKE $5 OFF EACH ITEM BUNDLED. PRIORITY WILL GO TO BUNDLES. I SHIP FAST.
Starting from the top and gown down the line—
SEND IT SUNDAY

• Whirlpool stackable washer and dryer unit. White. Runs really well for its age. We just got a new one that’s a little bigger because this one had a hard time keeping up with our sheer volume of laundry. LOCAL TO DFW PICK UP ONLY TV: $250 SV: $160
• DJI RONIN-S GIMBAL. This is just a backup unit that I’ve kept in the office since 2019. It never actually got used but it still works great. Excellent condition and it will come with the wooden Smallrig handle for easier low shots, collapsable tripod, and Zhiyun phone holder that is compatible with the Ronin. Only getting rid of this because it never gets used. Selling cheap because you will need to purchase any cables you might need to connect to your specific camera. TV: $290 SV: $210
• Smallrig cage and Smallrig handles for Sony A7RII or A7SII series. Self explanatory. You will need to use a battery grip with the camera body in order for this to work with your camera. Only getting rid of this because we no longer use the RII or SII series. Can be used to run and gun footage like a gimbal, just won’t be nearly as stable as the gimbal. TV: $100 SV: $60
• SONY G MASTER 85MM F1.4 LENS. NO BOX. Comes with lens caps and a K&F Concepts circular polarizer. This is an excellent condition prime portrait lens. Low light performance is awesome. Kept in the safe since 2019 as a backup lens. Only selling because we have two and don’t need both. See pictures for condition. TV: $1400 SV: $1250
• Tamrac Pro 8 Camera bag, just needs a little wipe down since it’s been in the garage. Has a bunch of pockets and organizer pieces. TV: $45 SV: $35
• Canon Leather handle camera bag, TV: $25 SV: $20
• Some random drone sling bag, can be used for other stuff too but I think it was designed as a portable camera sling bag FREE ADDON

MAGS
Take these mags off my hands please. Prices shipped conus. $5 off each listed items bundled. No ban states.

• (one) XDS 45acp 5rd $18
• (one) XD 9mm 13rd $18
• (three) EMP 1911 9mm 9rd mags $20 each or $50 for all
• (three) Kimber 22LR 1911 magazine $18 each or $45 for all
• (five) Colt FD M1 carbine 30 shot clips $25 each or $105 all
• (one) marlin 5 shot clip $10 addon only
• (nine) PMAG GL9 17RD $95 FOR ALL NOT SPLITTING
• (one) c products 6.5 grendel straight mag 10rds I believe new $10 add-on only

Random gear

• 3 PAIRS OF IWB HOLSTER DCC CLIPS, THEY CAME WITH PFLSTER, 2 PLASTIC STYLE AND 1 METAL $25 FOR ALL NOT SPLITTING
• MALICE/WTF/OTHER STRAPS FREE WITH OTHER PURCHASE LIMIT 2 PER PERSON
• SOME AMAZON HELMET WITH A FACE SHIELD NEVER USED $30 ADDON ONLY
• KNEE PADS WITH VELCRO NEVER USED $20

OTHER STUFF

• SILECNERCO BERETTA 92 SERIES THREADED BARREL NEVER USED $155
• GLOCK FACTORY MOS PLATE SET AND SCREWS $25
• CHPWS 509 ACSS/509T TO MOS PLATE WITH SCREWS $35
• BROWNELLS RMR PLATE COVER WITH SCREWS $20
• fab defense back up flip sights $25
• Surefire ue cap black $50
• Surefire pressure switch $25
• cloud defensive pic mount for Surefire pressure switch $35
• aluminum pic bipod $10 add on only
• magpul mag pods set of 3 $15
• palmetto AR carry handle square forge $45
• ghost inc Glock mag release model g3-s $10 each addon only
• arisaka offset mlok scout mount $35
• arisaka mlok in-line scout mount $30
• magpul scout pressure switch mlok mount $10 addon only

HOLSTERS

• DON HUME LEATHER IWB RH HOLSTER 45 KAHR $25
• MUDDY RIVER TACTICAL IWB RH HELLCAT OPTIC CUT $25
• GALCO PADDLE HOLSTER OWB RH 3.5” 1911 $15
• GALCO 1911 LEATHER HOLSTER WITH MAG BELT CASE $35
• GALCO PADDLE RH OWB KAHR MK40, MK9, PM40, PM9 $15

Trades I’m looking for: nice 16” AR upper, aero ultralight 34mm SPR mount, metal mp5 mags, cz75 mags, oem g17 mags, 20rd straight ar mag, baofeng uv-9r or uv-5r ham radio kits, rs regulate bm1, primary arms SLX 1-10 LVPO, primary arms 1x prism on ADM mount, and if you’re local to DFW maybe we can talk more about other stuff you might have to offer.
Thanks for looking through my post and have a good rest of the weekend!

Kenmore 110.88870100
Dryer sometimes smells a bit like it's burning, and turns off after 30ish minutes of use.
I've taken it a bit apart and and cleaned lint from everywhere I could access.
I figure it can't be the thermal fuse since it still can turn on... Right?

So I got this KE Washe Dryer combo that was having the issue of making a noice which i found it was the drying fan unit on top of the drum mossing the mounting screws. So I fixed that but now, each time I run a cycle and turn the drying function on, it will go through the entire wash and spin cycles but right as it is going to go into the drying cycle it shuts off and then back on with a PF error code.
But when i do the dry only option, the element heats up and the fan kicks on with no PF error code. Atleast so far.
Edit: So i ran it on dry only and there was no PF error or system shutting down right after spin to dry cycle. It is only when going from wash to dry