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Well war’s over, everyone go home

Falspar slowly crept through the dark halls. Normally, the lights were bright and one could hear the hum of electricity and droning of the climate control systems running full tilt. But nothing, it was silent, and it was still, and he hated it.

His comrades were patiently waiting for answers as to why the power was off, throwing back and forth guesses like maybe there was maintenance being done. Maybe it was some broken wire or some busted vent.

He didn’t buy it, why wasn’t emergency power on if that was the case? And well, he wasn’t patient enough to wait for Arthur. Much less when he knew Arthur, and knew getting him to answer any questions required backing him into a corner and biting at his heels until he finally relented just to make you go away. It was a strategy he had well perfected.

He slid closer to the main control room, pausing briefly when he heard Arthur speaking.

“What do you make of it?” He peaked into the doorway, in the room was Arthur and their other brother Nonsurat, the axe wielding warrior was looking up at some low resolution screens of… Nova, he needed to get closer to see what that was.

“I’ve never seen anything like this. With Nightmare and NME, my first instinct would be to suspect a trap. My mentor once told me of a predatory species she’d hunt, it would pretend to be weak and hurt to draw in naive hunters thinking they’d get an easy kill….. but this isn’t that. Faking being weak is one thing, blowing up multiple of your own ships and bases is another.”

Falspar frowned. NME was doing.. what now?

“We really should bring Falspar in here, he’s the demolitions expert. Confirm that it’s what the intelligence department thinks, maybe we can turn the power back on.”

“Must we?” Arthur said distastefully, and Falspar immediately cleared his throat. Arthur jumped a little bit, lavender eyes narrowing behind his visor. “Speak of the devil and he shall appear.”

“Nice to see you too Arty,” Falspar grunted, stepping over to Nonsurat’s side. “What are we looking at Lance?”

Nonsurat gestured to one of the screens, and he squinted at it to see a poor quality video of a fleet of NME war ships. Far too many to reasonably have a hope of taking on, he remembered someone saying they’d been watching this fleet from afar for a while uneasily waiting rather hopelessly for when it attacked.

And then the ships’ flight patterns became… erratic, veering sharply in what seemed to be an unintended direction, the ship sputtering as if someone was trying to correct its path. But not nearly fast or well enough, as it crashed into the back of another ship.

Falspar might’ve proposed that someone got stupid, as the captain of stupid he would know. Maybe someone got drunk or got into a fight, bumped the controls, after all if it had been intentional sabotage why would they try to correct the flight to veer back away?

And then one after another all the ships followed a similar fate, as if collectively every single person forgot how to pilot and like a fiery game of dominos each ship crashed. All it took was one exploding, and any nearby would follow suit as bits of shrapnel would fly into their ship, puncture the hull or something else, and KABOOM.

“……… we’ve spent MONTHS being afraid of that fleet and it just blew itself up in like, TWO MINUTES?!” Falspar exclaimed, his paws almost trembling. Why did .. why did that scare him more than the ships themselves ever did?

“It would seem, at first we suspected that some large group mass infiltrated the fleet, maybe part of the crew aboard were actually rebels… but…”

“NME traitors? And light escapes black holes.” Falspar rolled his eyes.

“That, and look,” Lance reached up, rewinding back one of the recordings, back to very shortly after the first two ships collided, he gestured to one assuming ship on the far edge of the display. Falspar watched the unassuming ship, his eyes wanting to look back at the main chaos, until the ship too exploded. Without anything touching it, out of distance of the immediate shrapnel range.

“…. Weird,” Falspar nibbled at the corner of his glove.

“Where did the explosion take place?” Lance rewound the recording again, he watched a little more carefully.

“Mm… that part of the ship? It would’ve been the… .. the reactor. Looks like it’s heat vent crapped the bed. So equipment failure- … like the kind of equipment failure that could’ve killed the ship’s navigation system. If it was on autopilot, and if it experienced a bad enough failure it wouldn’t matter if they tried to manually pilot because the autopilot wouldn’t know to release the controls-!”

Arthur shut off the display.

“If NME is dealing with some electronic attack, I want the power to stay off and our systems down until we can make sure that nothing can infect us.” Arthur stared sharply at Falspar. “And don’t go spreading this around like wild fire, until I’m ready to give an announcement. That’s an order.”

“Alright alright, Eesh!” Falspar’s feathers bristled. “Lance mentioned bases too, it’s more than just that fleet?”

“Almost everywhere we’re looking,” Nonsurat mused.

“Wait- does that mean- we could get Dragato out. Slip in and slip out while they’re too busy fighting this! And he could help us come up with a strategy to use this to wipe the bastards out for good. The war could be over and we could all go home!” Falspar almost turned to go there and then, but Arthur grabbed his arm, and grabbed it harshly.

“Sir Falspar- you listen to me closely. NO. I will not have you running into an exploding building on a fool’s mission for someone we don’t even know is still alive.”

“THAT SOMEONE IS OUR BROTHER!” Falspar ripped his arm away, Arthur just looked at him coldly.

“My orders are final.” Arthur hissed.

Falspar’s teeth clenched, and knowing his next choice of words if they left his mouth would have him thrown into the floor or arrested, he whipped around and left fuming.

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How you two meet :0

And here I brought some donuts!! *Throw a box full of donuts at u*

He was pretty sure he had explored every single way there was to say “this is a deal you don’t want to miss!” In Common. And he must’ve utilized each and every way at least three or four times each.

CS rotated through them, kept everything sounding new and exciting. But he was a broken record, playing the same rehearsed lines of dialogue over and over again like an NPC in a video game, or a character in an animated film who was forever set to repeat the same lines of dialogue no matter how many times you played it.

And that’s what he was doing right now, about to deliver the deal that would hook this client and send thousands of dollars NME’s way.

But just as the words got ready to leave his mouth, a loud POP came from somewhere behind him, the lights in the room flickering a few times. Instinctively, albeit where he got said instinct to begin with wasn’t something he could tell you, his hands and arms flew over his head as if he anticipated something sharp hitting him.

“I’m going to have to call you back.” He gritted through his customer service smile, and not giving the client a chance to distract him any further with anymore questions, the call ended and the screen went black.

CS pulled away from his desk, fanning a hand to clear the smoke and muffling a cough. He was no technician, but one look at the oxygen filtration ducts spilling some unpleasant scented smog told him all he needed to know. A quick check of the room’s interface confirmed that the life support systems were not functioning as intended.

Regrettably, he’d have to put in a maintenance request to Phi.

A groan escaped him, he raised his glasses just enough to pinch at the bridge of his nose. Just his luck. Wasn’t this supposed to be the newer of the two headquarters bases?Whoever made that mistake, he was going to have a word, or two, or a demonbeast with.

He followed the protocols, having the system send over a data report to be sent over when he made the call, which, as to be expected with Phi (what did they even DO over there all day? Because with how often he seemed to be the one stuck with system security and dealing with network bugs, it was clearly not their jobs) it took several long moments of being on hold and only somewhat nervously checking the status of the life support systems (oh the joys of being reminded that he was in the middle of outer space with only light years of the soundless filled hard vacuum surrounding him) for CS to finally get an answer.

“Hey what’s up?” The voice that answered had no video feed, sounded distracted, and there he sat in his suit and tie with that smile on his face and a silent desire to choke someone out if he had the strength and wasn’t behind a screen.

“What’s up is that I need to place an immediate emergency service order to have my station’s life support systems repaired.” CS often fit in jabs into his wording, but it wasn’t normally so pointed. Then again, perhaps some part of him knew that this fellow employee would not dare complain about him.

“Oh it’s Customer Service- uh- listen we’re having some problems of our own over here, short staffing and all that-“

He wanted to point out that he alone ran the entirety of customer service, he WAS the ONLY customer service, and he never used that as justification to slack off.

He bit his tongue.

“I assure you, it cannot wait. Send someone, anyone, over.” He replied.

“Ehh.. okay we have one guy, but you can’t complain when we send him okay? Given you did say ‘anyone’.”

He raised a brow behind his shades, wondering what in the name of Nightmare that meant. But whatever, it wasn’t like he could argue when the system that made the air breathable was down.

“I’m sure I’ll make do.” He went and sat back down, opting to answer emails and inquiries as the silence of the surrounding station, devoid of all but him, was occasionally broken by the system announcing ever so often how much oxygen was left in the station.

What was the worst that could happen?

Actually, he took that back. Because his mind immediately responded with ‘well, they don’t actually send anyone’ or ‘they send someone but he’s an absolute idiot who connects the wrong wire and blows this entire station up’.

Granted, what would actually occur, and the events that would follow, was never something that could ever possibly cross his mind.

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CS: *grabbing Flare by the back of his jacket as he attempts to unhinge his jaw to eat all of them at once* You don’t even LIKE sweet things Flare, and you do NOT need sugar.

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the rest of the universe, watching nme go to shit all on its own:

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What started as a crackship AU has evolved into its own Kirby AU. And now I’m going to be doing an ask blog for it. I apologize in advance for any insanity, there will be an abundance of it.

To sum up the premise of the AU, it takes place in a universe that incorporates both the lore of the Kirby anime and the games. It primarily focuses on Flare (an unhinged rogue pjofur who holds within him an unstoppable cancerous-like computer virus fondly dubbed the turbo brain cancer) and CS (former salesman of NME now tragically in love with Flare) after Flare uses the virus to infect NME and give him and CS a chance to run away and experience the universe outside of the fortress.

All the while the GSA watches as their sworn enemies crumble under the weight of a rapidly spreading electronic virus, Susie catches wind of a potential profit should the virus be containable and capable of being weaponized: spoiler, it isn’t.

Rules:

-Any canon character and featured oc can be asked questions, either directly or indirectly. Questions about the lore in general can also be submitted.

-It’s a pretty +16 AU, it’s got Flare in it, here is your content warning. But that being said if Flare wouldn’t ask the question, neither should you.

-AU takes place during the time of the GSA being active, so this is quite a bit earlier than when Kirby and characters his age comes into the story!

-Your ocs can interact with the EA Characters if you want!