Mission accent tables - Contemporary bar table - Dining table with frosted glass.

Mission Accent Tables

mission accent tables
  • A group of people taking part in such an assignment
  • an operation that is assigned by a higher headquarters; "the planes were on a bombing mission"
  • a special assignment that is given to a person or group; "a confidential mission to London"; "his charge was deliver a message"
  • An organization or institution involved in a long-term assignment in a foreign country
  • an organization of missionaries in a foreign land sent to carry on religious work
  • An important assignment carried out for political, religious, or commercial purposes, typically involving travel
  • emphasis: special importance or significance; "the red light gave the central figure increased emphasis"; "the room was decorated in shades of grey with distinctive red accents"
  • A distinct emphasis given to a syllable or word in speech by stress or pitch
  • A distinctive mode of pronunciation of a language, esp. one associated with a particular nation, locality, or social class
  • A mark on a letter, typically a vowel, to indicate pitch, stress, or vowel quality
  • distinctive manner of oral expression; "he couldn't suppress his contemptuous accent"; "she had a very clear speech pattern"
  • stress: to stress, single out as important; "Dr. Jones emphasizes exercise in addition to a change in diet"
  • Postpone consideration of
  • (table) a set of data arranged in rows and columns; "see table 1"
  • (table) a piece of furniture having a smooth flat top that is usually supported by one or more vertical legs; "it was a sturdy table"
  • Present formally for discussion or consideration at a meeting
  • (table) postpone: hold back to a later time; "let's postpone the exam"
mission accent tables - Remington Mission
Remington Mission Oak Media Stand
Remington Mission Oak Media Stand
A touch of rustic charm with contemporary styling makes this mission oak media stand a perfect choice for your home media collection. Making room for up to a 50in. flat panel TV is just the start. The large center storage and glass paned side storage areas are each enhanced with an adjustable shelf for versatility. In addition, the center space is complete with a centered hole for cord management in the back. 52in. W x 15.75in. D x 24in. H, Mission Oak Finish, Center cord management, Holds up to a 50in. flat panel TV, Tempered Glass Doors, Rubberwood and MDF construction, Assembly required.

76% (5)
Apoc- Invasion of China part 1
Apoc- Invasion of China part 1
"The British Prime Minister knew that to kick off the war, we had to hit 'em hard. So of course, the target was China. NATO sent in UAVs to see what was ahead of us, and it seemed that thousands of Russian troops had moved in to China after our declaration of war. I just anxiously sat at the table in HQ, somewhere in Japan, along with hundreds of trooops from about 70 countries, and waited for Mr.Farb and his Generals to come in and brief us on the Battle Plan. Finally they walked in, all with nervous, yet somewhat confident looks on their faces. Mr.Farb began to speak "Men, for our struggle against communism to succeed, we must destroy a symbol, a true, ruthless symbol of Communism, and that is the Country of China. Now, as you all know many of our brother countries have fallen to communism, and half of the reason why is because of Chinese operatives in key countries all over the world, poisoning our education system for the past 75 years, now guess what? It's time to take the fight to those bastards!" he hollered. The ensemble of men were yelling, cheering in fact. "Alright, alright settle down! Now, today at around oh-nine hundred, our fleet will deploy from the Sarugtsa Harbor. Our UAVs have spotted spotted about a dozen Russian battle cruiser fleets stationed around the Chinese border. Our plan is to out flank 'em, ruskies don't handle being strategically outmatched very well. How do we plan on doing that? Well once we are eye to eye with the RS cruisers, we will deploy hundreds of swift, agile, four man boats. Use all the weapons equipped on the boats to distract the Russians while we pound their ships with our heavy artillery guns. Now go get ready boys, we only have 3 hours. Once the fleet is broken through, I will advise you on the ground battle plan." exclaimed Mr.Farb. The room of men quickly scattered, I left with my squad when I heard Mr.Farb shout "Mauceri! I have a special assignment for you and your boys!" I turned around and looked at Mr.Farb with a curious look on my face, my lip twitching. "I want you and your boys to take three boats, and rush straight to this cruiser," Mr.Farb said in a melo tone, holding up a hologram of a large Russian destroyer. "Once you are there, board the ship via the ladder on the bow, take out any infantry or defenses of any sort there, and then proceed to the bridge, capture the crew, and take anything you find there that looks suspicious." "Who are the crew members, and what is this cargo that you wish for us to capture, sir?" I asked in a somewhat stern tone. "We aren't sure yet, but we intercepted a transmission between the Chinese emperor and the Commanding Admiral, telling him to by all means protect the cargo." "Got it sir, I'll suit up!" I hollered. -Aboard the HMS Revolutionary, Time: 1035 WEEET, WEEET, The sirens aboard our cruiser went off the telecom switched on "All troops, to your battle stations, we are approaching the Soviet Fleet." I grabbed a hold of my MP5, and strapped my FAMAS to the back of my tactical vest. I looked at my brother, him holding his podgun, sitting in his boat waiting for the crane to lower it. I gave him a wink and shouted "Just like go karting 'ey brother?!" he shouted back "Last time I remember go karts don't have 50. Cal turrets on the back of 'em!" I chuckled as our cranes started to lower, and I saw John Michael kiss his cross. I turned to our specialist Jordan "Are all of the turrets full on ammo? Are our fuel tanks full? Do our men have plenty of ammo?" "Of course sir! Just as you instructed!" he said optimistically. I smiled and lowered the goggles on my helmet, looking dead straight into the Russian fleet. Suddenly a barrage of artillery shells flew across the glistening water. Men started to shout and the explosions created ripples in the water. I kept my head down, shouting out orders, "Speed up! Derulo! Cover me!" I stood up and aimed my MP5 at a Russian light boat, and hit one of the men arming the energy turret. Our boat shook and rumbled in the waves as shells, bullets, lasers, and missiles hit the water around us from all directions. Suddenly, a large artillery cannon noticed what we were up to and took it's aim off of the Russian fleet and started turning towards us. I shouted and shouted, trying to avoid being blasted to bits. As my helmet advised me the gun had a lock on us, I saw a missile fly up from the water, and slam into the cannon. "Looks like someone in a submarine down there has got our backs!" our demolition expert Francesco shouted! I smiled, but my happiness was short lived, I watched as a bullet flew towards the boats and hit Jordan in the hip. I hollered towards our medic Alberik "Jordan is hit! I'll man the turret! You get him patched up ASAP!" He ran towards Jordan as I grabbed the 50. Cal turret and aimed it towar
The Dignity of Man By Uche Nworah They came first for the Communists, and I didn't speak up because I wasn't a Communist. Then they came for the Jews, and I didn't speak up because I wasn't a Jew. Then they came for the trade unionists, and I didn't speak up because I wasn't a trade unionist. Then they came for the Catholics, and I didn't speak up because I was a Protestant. Then they came for me, and by that time no one was left to speak up." Pastor Martin Niemoller (1892–1984) I was going to call this piece "The Good Old Mr Francis" after the movie Good Will Hunting, a movie that played on the virtue of goodwill as exhibited by the principal character Mr Will Hunting, a good man played in the film by Matt Damon. In the end I settled for The Dignity of Man, borrowed from my Alma Matta – The University of Nigeria, Nsukka. Long before I enrolled for a graduate course at Nsukka, I had been fascinated by their motto which is ‘To restore the dignity of man’. Osamuyia Aikpithani’s global protests on Friday, the 29th of June 2007 has indeed shown me that Nigerians are good people, the ones who want to be that is. On the protest day, although I was caught up in the whole protest thing, but still this lone guy wearing a blue face cap with Osamuyia Aikpithani’s poster held high to his chest and standing by the corner of the traffic Island opposite the Spanish Embassy in London stood out. He haunted my thoughts all through the mid-afternoon. Midway my feet started hurting, it wasn’t the shoes, I made sure that I wore a rubber soled pair as I knew that the shift would be long. It was actually my big feet; they hate being enclosed for long periods and prefer to stick out freely in sandals. I endured and carried on. Finally we got to talk; he wouldn’t tell me his full names. He only introduced himself as Mr. Francis and appeared to be in his late fifties or early sixties. A Nigerian by birth and by accent he is. “I have come to add my little voice to the injustice our people face all over the world”, Mr. Francis told me. He was easily the oldest amongst the 21 people that came out to protest. He could easily have been my father, at that time of the day; his mates would probably be watching the afternoon news or sitcom re-runs on television with their feet up on the coffee table sipping oyibo tea oblivious of what else is happening around them, but not Mr Francis. The dignity of man still meant so much to him. As we chatted, my heart went out to him; his eyes whispered so much, they were as haunting as a dark ghost on a dark night. His voice was gentle but I knew that they were filled with knowledge and wisdom. As we worked the shift inside the barricaded traffic island, I could hear Prophet Folayan Osekitan’s voice bellowing out to motorists passing by: “Killed like a dog”. Osamuyia he meant. His two young sons stood by him like able lieutenants, each displaying their own placard and also handing out leaflets to motorists and passers-by. The rest of the protesters; Wale Akin, Victor Akara, Babajide Ojo, Ishola Taiwo, Abike, Kelechi Akwiwu who came all the way from Leicester, Bukky, Anne Mordi and the rest stood round the picket with their posters held high. I went back to Mr Francis. “How long have you been living in the UK?” I asked him next. “Very long”, he replied, “Enough time to have seen so much injustice in one’s given lifetime”. “In this time”, I asked next, “Have you had much dealing with the Nigerian High Commission?” “They are not my High Commission, they only represent their own interests”, Mr Francis answered. I could sense the emotions in his voice. Though he looked frail, but you could see that he still has so much passion for humanity. Suddenly it was 2 PM, the protest was over. Not wanting to breach our agreement with the London Metropolitan Police we decided to call it a day. Well, not completely. As we were about shunting over to the Nigerian High Commission on Northumberland Avenue to also deliver a copy of the protest letter, I asked Mr Francis if he was coming along but I already knew his answer long before he gave it. “I am a bit tired now” he said, “I have to go and get some rest”. Even I was tired as well, my tummy was biting me while my feet screamed out aloud. Would I ever see Mr. Francis again? Maybe or maybe not. But I honour and respect men like Mr. Francis, for me they are lone voices in the wilderness, such people carry the burden of humanity on their shoulders. I could see that if he could, he would do his best to ease the pain and suffering of man. At The Nigerian High Commission of Mr Francis’ nightmares, we explained our mission. “A Nigerian had been killed in Spain, we have been protesting outside the Spanish Embassy in London”, we announced to them, “Please can you acknowledge receipt of the copy of the said protest letter and we would move quietly on” we told them. By this time, our numbers had reduced considera

mission accent tables