#003: Prodige

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Rain cascaded from the gutters, spiraling down upon the slick pavement below. The coldness of the downpour penetrated through clothing, rendering fingers numb and stiff. Contemplating the unfolding scenario, one could identify numerous variables that might go awry, all carefully integrated into the elaborate plan orchestrated by Hannibal. This evening's endeavor commenced the moment he selected a business card from his well-organized rolodex.

In the obscurity of the night, the figure of The Good Doctor remained shrouded, his features obscured by the relentless rain that marred the clarity of his well-structured visage. The man who faced him was nothing more than a tradesman, haphazardly skirting the fringes of the elite circles in which Hannibal had immersed himself. Regrettably, this status fostered an air of arrogance, leading him to display rudeness toward anyone whom he perceived as above his social standing.

Pity, really.

Anya moved with a grace that bespoke her training; a light-footedness cultivated through the art of pursuit and the necessary stealth of a hunter. Hannibal, too, had mastered the art of nimbleness, approaching his targets with swiftness and precision. Each maneuver was executed with a vigilance that seemed to siphon every ounce of energy into each calculated strike against a victim. He observed as the tradesman buckled and fell to the ground, his knees violently compromised from behind—an effective strategy, demonstrating a keen understanding of the dynamics at play.

As quick as the bolts that danced across the sky, the blade slices into the thin layer of the neck—pinpointed at the spot that holds vitals. Blood bursts out from the wound, bathing the cobblestone with red. It lasts only a few seconds before it gets caught in the stream of the rain, the gutter inhaling the life of another.

He's proud. What father wouldn't be in this type of situation? "Very good, Anya." This voice was different from the many sessions he had with her in the office where pens, pencils, and even paintbrushes were once her own instrument in her hands.

Hannibal stepped forward to assess the situation, his sharp gaze scanning the surroundings for any potential witnesses who might complicate matters further. It was imperative that they, too, be dealt with promptly. Fortunately, the man he was about to handle was of modest stature, ensuring that lifting him for transport would not strain Hannibal unduly.

"The rain will wash away any evidence," he remarked, his voice steady and calm, as if death was nothing more than a passing fancy. "Come, let us proceed to the vehicle." He swept his arms beneath the now-limp body, cradling him in a bridal carry as he made his way to the sleek automobile parked a short distance away. In anticipation of this exact scenario, a tarp had been laid across the backseat, reflecting his conscientiousness regarding the car's pristine interior (he oh so loved this car). The rhythmic patter of rain helped to mask the sounds of the night, cocooning their actions in a veil of ambiguity as he prepared for the next phase of their endeavor.

x // @monsterxmade

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LITTLE CHARACTER THINGS

Just a fun little character game. Fill in the below categories with 3-5 things that your character can be identified by. Repost & tag away !

tagged by: @lupichorous  ( ˘ ³˘)♥ i love u bun. so much. i went crazy for this meme and wrote way too much for the answers. tagging:   @zhrets @gothsic @beiiadonna @talonness and .... you !! idk 

EMOTIONS / FEELINGS:

001. Vanity -- like, aren’t you just better than everyone else ?  Maybe its a weird delusion of grandeur or maybe you really are hand-selected by the universe to be more than your planet’s limitations (so you relocate !!  )

002. Ambition -- you know what you’re capable of, so you don’t let anyone stop you from achieving.  luckily for you, you’re good at everything.

003. Envy -- isn’t it frustrating to see human beings waste their potential and squander away all their years of life when you’ve accomplished more than any of them in four itty bitty years on earth ? they take this all for granted and they don’t even know how much worse things could be.

004. Hope -- but more than anything, things can change for the better if you want things hard enough.  if you’ve made it this far, surely you have something to offer the planet earth.  maybe a message of hope, of acceptance, of empowerment, of tacky glitter eyeshadow.

005. Innovation -- you’re a maverick !! you’re unlike any human -- or atominan -- the galaxy has ever unknown.  and you love yourself despite all your oddities.  other people ought to know that what makes them different makes them special.  

GREETINGS:

001. Getting an expensive red guitar thrust into your hands as a real star walks off stage and ignores you.  Be glad he lets you even touch his stuff !!

002. A quaint little kiss on the cheek; people did this in the first country he lived in, and even if they don’t do it that much here, the motion has stuck with him.  people find it charmingly foreign.  

003. A poised, perfect wave, followed by an almost mechanically perfect handshake, punctuated by exactly whatever a music journalist wants to hear.

004. Stuttering static through a translator not yet used to human words and linguistics -- with enough time and practice, he’ll get a hang of something other than the meekest, quietest ‘ hello. ’  

005. A washcloth over his forehead, a stain of human colored pigment wiped clean.  The shimmering mark, and undeniable proof of inhumanity, stands as a wordless way of explaining the depths of his trust.  

COLOURS:

001. Glowing neon orange.  Possibly best paired with a deep navy blue.

002. Mossy green, the very blood in his veins, liquid copper from a planet far away. 

003. Glittering gold, like expensive jewelry, like the heel of his favorite black vinyl boots, like the strange mark that is undeniable proof of his star-flung origins. 

004. Cherry red, the most inhuman shade of hair imaginable.

005. Chrome white walls, the barest pearly incandescence of a home left abandoned.

SCENTS:

001. The lingering stench of cigarette smoke left on clothes.

002. Alcohol on someone’s breath when they slur their words at you.

003. Hair spray -- enough to make your eyes water, but not enough to keep your ‘do from getting all fucked up on stage.

004. Cleaning products.  These actually taste pretty good.  You wonder why they make humans sick.

005. Green tea, without sugar.  The bitterness settles your stomach when Earth food upsets it.  

CLOTHING:

001. some ridiculous latex space suit with red and green stripes and giant flared shoulders, neon, cherry red platforms all the way up to your knees -- you wouldn’t look complete without an equally blinding red guitar and golden gloves, blue eyeshadow streaked across your face.  your hoop earrings get a little distracting when they tangle in your hair, but when you obsessively watch your own concert footage, you find you like the way they catch in the stagelights.  everything about you is over the top and excessive.  

002. a tasteful suit well tailored to your slight figure, but suits are boring, so yours is bright red with a blue and yellow pattern crawling over the fabric, or perhaps a delicate powder blue with a nice red and white tie -- your heels hurt your feet, the enormous, single chandelier earring strains your neck and you can’t eat or drink for fear of ruining your lipstick, but one must suffer for fashion.

003. a mint green shift dress with some groovy pink flowers, with big orange drop earrings and white boots up to your knees -- you aren’t copying twiggy, she’s certainly been copying you.  

004. pajamas. the aliens on your boxers are for irony and you’ve never seen that cartoon with the little purple and green square things, but human made perceptions about extraterrestrials are endearing to you. you don’t often dress down, but you can’t live your entire life in designer, even if you’d like to.

005. a black uniform with a high neck.  it’s simple, fitted against your form, and the only suggestion of decoration is the little silver badge that designates your occupation.  everything about this is built for practicality: silver boots with a low heel and a square toe, cloth gloves to keep you from getting fingerprints on the machines.  you’ve got drawers and drawers of this exact same outfit; you’ve worn the same thing every day since you graduated out of your last identical uniform.  

OBJECTS:

001. a cherry red guitar perched in a stand. your signature.

002. a silver bracelet.  someone you love has its twin, and luckily for you, it goes with every outfit, so you wear it every day.

003. a little tube of concealer, as ghostly olive white as your strange complexion.  you wouldn’t go anywhere without it, lest you need to fix your make up, hide your mark, keep your secret.

004. a silver spoon -- it’s an accessory to your worst vice, and despite its harmless appearance, it’s seen you at your lowest point, some mocking reflection of the wash up you’re petrified you’ll become.

005. a strange device that looks like a tablet.  the language on it is beyond any humans comprehension and it contains enough data to stump even the most seasoned astronomers -- but you take it for granted, and you’re sick of looking at it.

VICES / BAD HABITS:

001. OVERINDULGENCE,  you drink to excess and you smoke a pack and a half a day and you spend money like it grows on trees -- nothing, no luxury, no drug, no material object could ever fulfill the strange little crack you have in your heart, the longing for something that you cannot quite articulate.

002. SELFISHNESS,  not just with things -- with the egregious amount of money you have, you’re actually rather generous.  once upon a time, this selfishness led you to innovation, to self-expression, to creativity, but now it manifests in the way you treat people, the way you look down on everyone else and deem them expendable, objects for you to use and discard at your leisure.  the universe bends to your whims or you throw a righteous tantrum.

003. ENVY,  you’ve lived a life few could ever dream of and yet you scowl and stomp your feet that you don’t get what you want -- no matter how much you preach about loving your eccentricities and individuality and the power of the outcast, you wish you were a human, a real one, it eats you alive to think that you’ll never have this one wish granted to you and no matter how much you fake it you’ll always be you, hiding, afraid, unhappy.  

004. DELUSIONS OF GRANDEUR,    it’s a frantic ouroborous, how much you’re unhappy with your existence even when you are firmly convinced you are practically earth’s savior, the way you oscillate between hating yourself and loving yourself, the sole prodigal champion of the universe’s unfathomable destiny.  before there was rock, humans only had god, and you are giving them a precious gift -- you are better than everyone for a reason.  

005. NAIVETY,  you -- for all you act like you do -- dont know much about this planet and how insidious it is.  perhaps you have a feeling -- the slightest inclination -- but the full depth of just how terribly you’re being ruined by earth’s corruption is lost unto you.  you are too easily beguiled and you see things far too plainly, black and white without shades of gray.  humans are deceiving, humans are malicious, humans are not to be trusted the way you so eagerly and gleefully trust them.  

BODY LANGUAGE:

001. a sneer -- it’s pretty obvious, isn’t it?  they always seem to take it as a smile no matter how poorly you think of them.

002. a cocked hip and square shoulders -- you didn’t always used to stand like this, but no one likes a timid rockstar, so you’ve learned to aggressively take up as much space as you know is owed to you. 

003. calloused fingers across strings -- if you’re gonna talk the talk, you sure walk the walk, and you are objectively one of the most talented musicians this planet has to offer. 

004. two-toned irises cast across the room -- you’re easily confused because there’s just so much to learn and understand, and you often play things by ear. so far, you’ve never fallen under too much suspicion, thanks to your quick thinking.

005. a hand creeping over the left side of your breast -- you often forget that that’s where humans keep their hearts, and yours is elsewhere.  if you do this often enough, perhaps one day you’ll feel your heartbeat here instead.  

AESTHETICS:

001. GLITTER GLAM.  less is worse, more is better -- glitter eyeshadow and bright pink lipstick and mile high platform boots, stage shows that verge on theatrical productions and outlandish outfits changed at every song; gender is an accessory, and you discard it and redon it as you please.  it’s parody -- it’s plastic -- it’s something else entirely, and it’s just as stupid and tacky as it is high art.  you’re a funky psychedelic far out space freak and no one will get on your case for wearing a bell bottoms and a crop top because you’ll put your cigarette out on their hand.   

002. MIDCENTURY MOD. you keep things groovy and you like a bit of retro with your futurism -- greens and baby pink and orange and blue, white gogo boots and shift dresses with your baby blue eyeshadow and frosted pink lipstick.  

003. B-LIST SCIFI. mr spock’s green blood and little flying saucers and life, jim, but not as we know it.  your band is named after war of the worlds and youve internalized humanity’s alien mythos to the point where you’ve replaced your own real, palpable existence with their movies, their novels, their paranormal paranoia.  no one would understand that they’re the aliens, to you, and you’re just as petrified of them cutting you open on an operating table as they are of your kind coming to invade the earth.   

004. A HINT OF ELDRITCH MACABRE.  your blood is an ichorous green, verdant as malachite, and your festering, putrid organs would stump even the most seasoned of scientists -- you are proof of life not as we know it, made in their image but separate in every possible way.  harmless as you are, he is not, and your four-eyed paramour from a planet of rot and decay is not as kind as you and your gentle clemency.  space is vast -- space is limitless -- humans must look beyond their atmosphere if they are truly to grasp their insignificance in a cold, uncaring universe.

005. THE CHROME-WHITE FUTURE. the future is cold -- progress is aseptic -- science will make the world look like the jetsons.   a white-roomed apartment, a bed with no blanket (unnecessary in a perfectly temperature controlled room), black uniforms with perfect silver trim, gestation tanks and pills to supplement limited diets.  life is not for pleasure; life is pragmatic. 

SONGS / PIECES:

001. the entire ziggy stardust album, duh ──  david bowie

002. evening wear ──   mindless self indulgence

003. cartoons and vodka   ──   jinkx monsoon

004. kaun komsott   ──   ros sereysothea

005. id engager  ── of montreal

[emperorsfoot]

This chapter is short and a mess. It doesn’t flow right. I’m pretty sure there are like, million logical errors, and the transitions between the flashback and present don’t feel organic. 

But I updated! 

And that’s what’s really important, right?

...

A holo-screen, no larger than a standard issue datapad was projected from the armrest of Red Hord’s throne. It should have displayed readouts of the rift. Projecting energy readings from the special anomaly, radiation levels, temperatures, gravitational forces if it had any. Instead, the display was taken up entirely by the face of Hordwing.

“Maintain communications as you pass through.” He was saying.

Red Hord only rested his chin on his fist and allowed his fellow cabinet Lord to voice his concerns as if they were advice from a senior colleague. They couldn’t show it, not in front of brothers of lower rank, but Hordwing was worried about him. Hordwing didn’t want him to go to a shadow dimension they knew next to nothing about that had already trapped one of their brothers since his disappearance.

But, their Emperor, no, their Brother, had ordered Red Hord to go, so he must go.

That did not mean that Hordwing had to be happy about it.

“And be sure to send a signal through the rift every six hours so that the rest of the fleet can monitor your progress.”

“Out of curiosity, if the rift snapped shut behind me and I was trapped in there with Hordak, what could you do?” Red asked him. Equal parts annoyed by the other man’s hovering, and genuinely wanting to know what Wing thought he could do.

Hordwing only frowned at him.

Red Hord smirked back. He liked pointing out to the older man when he was being absurd. It made for a fun dynamic to their relationship.

“Just keep the com open for me.” He growled. Then, in a softer tone, so that only Red Hord could hear, he repeated. “For me, Red.”

With a sigh, Red Hord did leave the com channel open. He leaned back in his throne. “Helm, take us through the rift. We might all go to join the Host, let’s not arrive there an embarrassment.”

“When we go to the Host we’ll go together, Red.” Wing reminded him. “You’re not allowed to die without me.”

“You’re not allowed to choose when I die, Wing.” Red hissed back, keeping his voice down so that none of his own crew could hear him. “Only our Brother may choose when we die.”

Every single screen on the bridge –discounting the one Lord Hordwing was on- displayed the rift. From all different angles. Allowing for wide shots of its complete length and width, with measurements on its size, to close up images where one could see the small details of the fabric of space torn and tattered like actual fabric. Threads and strands of reality irradiated and glowing, drifting on the fluctuations of power that held the rift open.

As the Leather Vest drew closer, the readouts changed to data on their ship. Course heading, hull integrity, radiation shielding. Several alerts climbed into the yellow as they drew nearer. When the nose of the ship passed through, everything went to read. Temperature rising, hull plates heating, radiation shielding weakening. A few of Red’s bridge crew looked back at their Lord, silently asking for permission to turn back.

But, Prime ordered them into the breach. So, into the breach they would go. Come high water or the All High Host.

“Continue on heading.” He commanded.

“What is it?” Demanded Hordwing over the com. He could hear the alerts over the channel, but was not at an angle where he could see anything on the bridge. “What’s wrong.”

“Nothing I imagine isn’t perfectly normal for passing between dimensions.” Red Hord growled. It was kinda nice that Hordwing wanted to maintain radio contact and make sure Red was okay. But did he really have to be so annoying about it? Red Hord wasn’t a hatchling fresh out of the tank! He was a Lord, promoted by Horde Prime himself same as Hordwing. He didn’t need one of his older brothers looking out for him.

The ship gave a shudder as it passed all the way through the rift.

Hordwing’s image on the com screen went fuzzy for a moment. His voice breaking up. “You alri- -Red? –Respond- -what- -appened, Red Hor-?”

The bridge crew scrambled to assess any possible damages. Hull integrity, atmosphere leakage, nitrogen levels. Anything that could indicate fatal damage to the ship. Everything came back just within acceptable limits. A little high. Definitely undress stress and definitely close to the border between ‘Acceptable’ and ‘Danger’. But still just the right side of acceptable. Whatever Prime did with his magic sword to open the rift and ground it so that it stayed open, he also grounded it to make it safe for his forces to pass through.

Red tried adjusting the frequency of his com to try and get a clearer channel out to Hordwing. “All systems normal.” He informed the other man tersely. “I shall message the Emperor with an update within the next six hours.”

“And me, too, Red.” Wing added, voice a low whisper again. “You’ll message me too, right?”

“As the situation allows.” He nodded to the other Lord. Then switched off the com. Then to his helmsman, “We’re through. Put us in a stationary orbit over the planet, then do a scan for 66694-42-003’s signal.”

Damn Zero-Zero-Three. The idiot couldn’t just fuck-off happily to the middle of nowhere. No. He just had to rip open a pimple in time and space to wave at Horde Prime. ‘Hello, Brother! I live! Come find me!’ Damn idiot.

And Hordwing’s –for lack of a better descriptor- clingy behavior was due in part to Zero-Zero-Three.

Red Hord and Hordwing always had an interesting dynamic from the first moment Red was named and promoted to the cabinet. They were very close in age, only one batch apart, but from different crèches. Wing rose through the ranks of the First Division and Red through the Second, so they never actually met face to face until his promotion. They worked together well, easily. Red Hord did not have so easy a time whenever he had to work collaboratively with Hordren or even Hode –and Hode was, in part, the reason he was promoted in the first place!

Then Hode turned traitor.

Wing and Red were there aboard the Velvet Glove when Hode and his Gar partner tried to steal the Sword. Wing was one of the ones that held him down when Prime chopped off his head. Wing was one of the few that got to hear the last thing Hode said to Prime before he died. A statement that shook Wing to his core.

Wing didn’t get the opportunity to process, however, because almost immediately, Hode was replaced by Zero-Zero-Three, whom was named Hordak.

Hordak was also close in age to Red Hord –three batches apart- they did not develop the same kind of easy working relationship that Red enjoyed with Wing. But they did work well together. They might have worked better together if Hordak knew more about Hode. Red so desperately wanted to tell him more about Hode. To confide what he knew to another brother.

Red couldn’t talk to Hordwing, he used to be a wing pilot before he was promoted and pilots had no filter. They talked too much and didn’t know what not to say. Red Hord could not talk to Hordwing. Hordak had been Hode’s favorite. He would have liked to talk to Hordak, but Hode never clued the younger clone into what he was doing. Hode intentionally kept Hordak ignorant. In hindsight, that ignorance was probably what, not only saved Hordak from being executed along with the rest of Hode’s Force Captains, but also allowed him to be promoted to the cabinet.

But then Hordak fainted in a strategy meeting and was immediately stripped of his rank and banished to the front lines.

Red remembered Wing suddenly grabbing his hand and squeezing harder than was necessary when they watched Prime wrap his hand around Hordak’s neck and lift their little brother gasping and wheezing from the floor.

Wing held down one brother while Prime cut his head off, then watched a second brother be lifted in a choke-hold before being cast out. Maybe Wing was the brother he should really tell about Hode. But Wing was also an idiot. A different kind of idiot from Hordak, but still an idiot was an idiot.

After Hordak’s –Zero-Zero-Three’s- banishment, that was when Wing started with the whole, ‘when we go to join the All High Host, we go together’ bullshit. He watched Prime banish one cabinet Lord, a brother of equal rank to his own, for having issues that were the fault of the cloning facility and not the brother’s himself. And he watched Prime kill another brother, also a cabinet Lord, but one with seniority, who has served Prime for years!

Somehow, he got it into his head that either he or Red Hord were going to be next. That the first time either one of them failed, Prime was going to kill them on the spot. Wing did not want to be apart from Red, he had grown very attached to his brother. So, if they were to go to the Host, he wanted them to go together. At the same time.

Red almost rolled his eyes at the thought. Wing didn’t get it. If a brother was executed by Horde Prime, they did not go to join the Host. Traitors and weaklings were unfit to fill the ranks of the Host. Traitors and weaklings did not get an afterlife.

After Hode was unceremoniously executed, Red abandoned him. Abandoned his ideas and his Plan. Moved on. Took everything he knew –really knew- about the older brother and locked in a box. Away, deep in the back of his mind where he didn’t have to think about it. His loyalty returning to where it belonged, to where it always should have been. To Prime. His Brother. Brother to all.

It was stupid anyway. Hode turned out to be an idiot. Only an idiot could think to supplant the Emperor of the Known Universe. That was what happened when you let an alien fuck you in the cloaca. It fucked up your brain too. If Hode hadn’t crawled into bed with that Gar from Eternia none of this would have happened. Zero-Zero-Three never would have ascended to the cabinet, and by extension never been banished, and Red Hord wouldn’t be commanding his ship through a terrifying rift in the very fabric of space to a shadow dimension to collect the idiot for Prime.

Sometimes, Red did wonder how things would be different if Hode had succeeded. What kind of Horde Prime would Lord Hode have been?

…

Four-Zero-Eight looked at the droplets of dark purple blood. Hearing the drip louder than it actually was. Hearing a pounding in his ears. His arms shook with just the effort of holding himself up and his vision swam. For half a moment, his mind failed to register what his Lord was saying.

“You stupid, worthless, incompetent, failure!” Lord Horrin was snarling, saliva spraying from his mouth as he spoke. He was so angry.

He kicked Four-Zero-Eight in the side and the younger clone went tumbling across the hanger floor. What were they doing in the hangar again? Was this even the hangar of the Wool Cardigan? Oh. Right. They were abourd the Vinyl Hood. Lord Hode had to save Horrin’s strike force from a mission gone bad.

“The rebels took Nordor because of you!” Looking around the hanger, Lord Horrin lifted a crowbar that had been left out next to a batwing in mid-repair.

Vision swimming, Four-Zero-Eight barely register his Lord raising the crowbar over his head. He closed his eyes, preemptively wincing at the pain he knew was coming.

But the blow didn’t come.

“That’s enough!”

Four-Zero-Eight opened his eyes, vision still blurred. It took his brain longer than he felt it should have to understand what he was seeing. At first, he thought he must have been saved by a shadow. A figure of darkness grabbing Horrin’s wrist, holding back the blow. But that was insane. Shadows didn’t move like figures. Staring at them, breathing hard, Four-Zero-Eight blinked his nictitating eyelids until his vision cleared enough for the scene to make sense.

It wasn’t a shadow. It was a cape. Long, and black, and hooded. The hood drawn low over the head so that the face was all in shadow. The only thing visible, the crimson glow of his eyes. Lord Hode. Lord of the Third Division, and commander of the Vinyl Hood, the ship they were currently on. Lord Hode stayed Horrin’s hand.

“This is not how you educate a Force Captain that has failed you.” Hode said, voice issuing from the shadows of the hood, sounding as deep and dark as the shadows themselves. Hode had the same voice they all had, Horde Prime’s voice, but –somehow- Hode knew how to manipulate his tone and pitch so make himself sound so different when he wanted to. Hode looked down at Four-Zero-Eight, noting just how severe his injuries were. “This is not how you execute one for failure either.”

Horrin pulled his arm out of the other Lord’s hold. “You do not get to dictate to me how I deal with my own Force Captains, you Old Ghoul!”

“But I do get to dictate what goes on, on my own ship.” Hode replied calmly. “And I dictate that brothers are not to be bludgeoned with crude tools on my hangar floor.” It looked like Horrin was about to respond, but Hode cut him off before he could. “If your Force Captain failed to take the rebel stronghold of Nordor, perhaps it is because you –his superior- did not adequately prepare him for the mission.”

“How dare you-!” Horrin turned to fully face the other Lord.

“How dare you!” Hode snapped back, raising his voice only to match Horrin’s. “You fail in the mission our Brother chose to honor you with. You needed me to save you. Then you come into my ship and get blood all over my hangar blaming a subordinate for your own failure as a commander!” Hode snapped his fingers. “Lord Horrin is tired from his ordeal, Zero-Zero-Three, show him to an officer’s stateroom so he may rest.”

“Yes, my Lord.”

Four-Zero-Eight blinked blurry eyes as a still pillar wearing a dress and a Force Captain’s badge stepped forward to politely escort Lord Horrin out of the hangar.

Hode bent down in front of him, the only thing in focus.

Taloned fingers gently brushed hair out of his face, examining his wounds. “He really did a number on you, little brother.”

Four-Zero-Eight had to spit blood out of his mouth before he could speak. “I am grateful to my Lord Horrin for taking the time to teach me this lesson.”

The words sounded robotic and insincere, even to his own ears. But working in the Second Division under Lord Horrin had thought him what to say and when to say it. Even when he was half delirious. He knew how to get by. He knew how to survive. It was how he was able to rise to become a Force Captain in the first place. Not because he was the best, most skilled, or most competent. It was because he knew how to play their game.

Those glowing red eyes blinked at him from under the darkness of the hood. His response impressing Lord Hode somehow. “My, my, Four-Zero-Eight, you just might be wasted under a Lord like him.”

…

“Lord Red Hord,” a bridge officer pulled him from his reminiscing, “orbit is stable and we have located a signal consistent with 66694-42-003’s. Your orders, sir?”

Red stood from his throne. “Our Emperor wasn’t his little brother returned to him. Let’s go pick him up.”

[comicwaren]

This week on Marvel Comics (14th August 2019):

Silver Surfer: Black #003

Silver Surfer: The Prodigal Sun #001

Star Wars: Age of Resistance - Poe Dameron #001

Star Wars: Target Vader #002

Sword Master #002

Symbiote Spider-Man #005

Unbeatable Squirrel Girl Vol. 2 #047

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003. NOAH GUY & THE PRODIGAL SONS — ”Glory's Conviction” (12/11/21)

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[serobemsempre]

Um Anjo Prediz o Nascimento de Cristo a Maria

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/nativity/2011-10-002-an-angel-foretells-christs-birth-to-mary?lang=por

Maria e Isabel Regozijam-se Juntas

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/nativity/2011-10-003-mary-and-elisabeth-rejoice-together?lang=por

A nomeação de João Batista

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/nativity/2014-01-004-the-naming-of-john-the-baptist?lang=por

Maria e José Viajam para Belém

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/nativity/2011-10-004-mary-and-joseph-travel-to-bethlehem?lang=por

Os Pastores Ficam Sabendo do Nascimento de Cristo

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/nativity/2011-10-005-shepherds-learn-of-the-birth-of-christ?lang=por

O Menino Jesus é Apresentado no Templo

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/nativity/2011-10-006-the-christ-child-is-presented-at-the-temple?lang=por

Os Magos Procuram Jesus

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/nativity/2011-10-007-the-wise-men-seek-jesus?lang=por

A Natividade

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/nativity/2011-10-067-the-nativity?lang=por

Maria, a Mãe de Jesus

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/nativity/2011-10-027-mary-the-mother-of-jesus?lang=por

Jesus Transforma Água em Vinho

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/miracles/2011-10-023-jesus-turns-water-into-wine?lang=por

O homem endemoniado de Cafarnaum

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/miracles/2011-10-022-jesus-heals-a-possessed-man?lang=por

Jesus Perdoa Pecados e Cura um Homem Acometido de Paralisia

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/miracles/2011-10-038-jesus-forgives-sins-and-heals-a-man-stricken-with-palsy?lang=por

Jesus Cura a Filha de Jairo

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/miracles/2011-10-037-jesus-raises-the-daughter-of-jairus?lang=por

Jesus Cura uma Mulher de Fé

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/miracles/2011-10-031-jesus-heals-a-woman-of-faith?lang=por

A Viúva de Naim

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/miracles/2014-01-021-widow-of-nain?lang=por

Jesus Acalma a Tempestade

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/miracles/2014-01-030-calming-the-tempest?lang=por

Alimentando os cinco mil

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/miracles/2014-01-023-the-feeding-of-the-5000?lang=por

Por que Duvidaste?

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/miracles/2014-01-024-wherefore-didst-thou-doubt?lang=por

Jesus Cura um Homem Coxo no Dia do Senhor

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/miracles/2011-10-062-jesus-heals-a-lame-man-on-the-sabbath?lang=por

Jesus Cura um Cego de Nascença

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/miracles/2011-10-066-jesus-heals-a-man-born-blind?lang=por

Lázaro é Levantado dos Mortos

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/miracles/2014-01-026-lazarus-is-raised-from-the-dead?lang=por

O Menino Jesus Ensina no Templo

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/teachings/2014-01-003-young-jesus-teaches-in-the-temple?lang=por

O Salvador encontra João Batista e é batizado

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/teachings/2011-10-024-the-baptism-of-jesus?lang=por

Jesus Purifica o Templo

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/teachings/2011-10-039-jesus-cleanses-the-temple?lang=por

Jesus Ensina a Respeito de Nascer de Novo

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/teachings/2011-10-028-jesus-teaches-of-being-born-again?lang=por

Jesus Ensina uma Mulher Samaritana

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/teachings/2011-10-011-jesus-teaches-a-samaritan-woman?lang=por

Vinde após Mim, e Eu Vos Farei Pescadores de Homens

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/teachings/2011-10-060-follow-me-and-i-will-make-you-fishers-of-men?lang=por

Jesus Declara Ser Ele o Messias

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/teachings/2011-10-029-jesus-declares-he-is-the-messiah?lang=por

Jesus Chama os Doze Apóstolos para Pregar o Evangelho e Abençoar Outras Pessoas

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/teachings/2011-10-030-jesus-calls-twelve-apostles-to-preach-and-bless-others?lang=por

Sermão das Montanhas: As Bem-Aventuranças

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/teachings/2011-10-032-sermon-on-the-mount-the-beatitudes?lang=por

O Sermão da Montanha: A Lei Maior

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/teachings/2011-10-033-sermon-on-the-mount-the-higher-law?lang=por

O Sermão da Montanha: O Pai Nosso

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/teachings/2011-10-034-sermon-on-the-mount-the-lords-prayer?lang=por

Sermão da Montanha: Tesouros no Céu

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/teachings/2011-10-035-sermon-on-the-mount-treasures-in-heaven?lang=por

A Parábola do Semeador

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/teachings/2014-01-029-parable-of-the-sower?lang=por

Jesus Ensina a Parábola do Joio e do Trigo

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/teachings/2011-10-053-jesus-declares-the-parable-of-the-wheat-and-the-tares?lang=por

Jesus Reconhece João Batista / Vinde a Mim

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/teachings/2011-10-058-jesus-acclaims-john-the-baptist-come-unto-me?lang=por

Uma Casa Dividida

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/teachings/2014-01-006-a-house-divided?lang=por

O Reino dos Céus

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/teachings/2011-10-054-the-kingdom-of-heaven?lang=por

Eu sou o Pão da Vida

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/teachings/2011-10-051-i-am-the-bread-of-life?lang=por

Tu És o Cristo

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/teachings/2011-10-049-thou-art-the-christ?lang=por

Quem Perder a Sua Vida por Amor de Mim, Achá-La-Á

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/teachings/2011-10-050-whosoever-will-lose-his-life-for-my-sake-shall-find-it?lang=por

Vá e Não Peques Mais

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/teachings/2011-10-036-go-and-sin-no-more?lang=por

Perdoar 70 Vezes 7

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/teachings/2011-10-056-forgive-70-times-7?lang=por

O Bom Pastor e Tenho Outras Ovelhas

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/teachings/2011-10-059-the-good-shepherd-and-other-sheep-i-have?lang=por

A Parábola do Bom Samaritano

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/teachings/2011-10-010-parable-of-the-good-samaritan?lang=por

Jesus Declara a Parábola da Ovelha Perdida

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/teachings/2011-10-063-jesus-declares-the-parable-of-the-lost-sheep?lang=por

Jesus Ensina que Devemos Ser como as Criancinhas

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/teachings/2011-10-065-jesus-teaches-that-we-must-become-as-little-children?lang=por

Buscai o Reino de Deus

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/teachings/2011-10-061-seek-ye-the-kingdom-of-god?lang=por

Jesus Declara: Eu Sou a Luz do Mundo, a Verdade Vos Libertará

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/teachings/2011-10-041-jesus-declares-i-am-the-light-of-the-world-the-truth-shall-make-you-free?lang=por

O Filho Pródigo

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/teachings/2011-10-055-the-prodigal-son?lang=por

Deixai Vir a Mim os Meninos

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/teachings/2011-10-064-suffer-the-little-children-to-come-unto-me?lang=por

Cristo e o Jovem Rico

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/teachings/2014-01-005-christ-and-the-rich-young-ruler?lang=por

Os Trabalhadores da Vinha

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/teachings/2014-01-028-laborers-in-the-vineyard?lang=por

A Autoridade de Cristo é Questionada

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/teachings/2014-01-022-christs-authority-is-questioned?lang=por

Dar a César e a Deus

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/teachings/2011-10-048-render-unto-caesar-and-unto-god?lang=por

O Grande Mandamento

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/teachings/2011-10-052-the-greatest-commandment?lang=por

Jesus Ensina sobre a Oferta da Viúva

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/teachings/2011-10-009-jesus-teaches-about-the-widows-mites?lang=por

As Dez Virgens

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/teachings/2014-01-002-the-ten-virgins?lang=por

A Parábola dos Talentos

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/teachings/2014-01-001-the-parable-of-the-talents?lang=por

A Mim O Fizestes

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/teachings/2011-10-068-ye-have-done-it-unto-me?lang=por

Apascenta Minhas Ovelhas

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/teachings/2014-01-025-feed-my-sheep?lang=por

A Entrada Triunfal do Senhor em Jerusalém

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/video/final-events/2011-10-017-the-lords-triumphal-entry-into-jerusalem?lang=por

A Última Ceia

[casualtysought]

JAKE VERSES

IN YOUR SHADOW, pre-pacific rim VERSE 001, undeserved and unrealistic expectations Any threads or interactions that happen after Stacker Pentecost adopts Mako Mori and Jake is still in service with the Pan Pacific Defense Corps. Jake struggles to live up to his fathers reputation and expectations which causes him to lash out, with loud problems with authority and the strict rules of the PPDC, Jake faces scrutiny and disappointment from his father, his superiors and his comrades in arms despite his potential.

WAYWARD SON, pre-pacific rim: uprising VERSE 002, the prodigal son .Any threads or interactions that occur after Jake has left the PPDC. He spends the majority of his time collecting valuable resources to trade in the Black Market and is not on speaking terms with his father but his relationship with his sister Mako Mori is extremely close.

PRODIGAL SON RETURNS, during pacific rim: uprising, or after VERSE 003, we’re coming for them Any threads or interactions that happen during the events of Pacific Rim: Uprising or after. Jake has retured to the PPDC and is in charge of training the new cadets against the return threat of the Kaiju and the Precursors. Jake has a tense relationship with Nate Lambert and has begun to build a mentor / mentee relationship with Amara Namani.

MASS EFFECT, during the main trilogy VERSE 004, up among the stars Jake was dishonorably discharged from the Alliance Navy due to insubordination and the attempted assault of a superior officer. His father, Stacker Pentecost, was an N7 soldier as was his sister Mako Mori. Following the Geth attack on the Citadel, Mako pulled strings to have Jake reinstated rather than serve jail time for the theft and attempted sale of stolen Alliance weaponry.

After the Geth attack and Commander Shepard’s death, Jake became an N7 soldier and was tasked with training and leading new Alliance cadets on Horizon when the Collectors attacked the colony. Jake escaped the Collectors when Commander Shepard rescued the survivors of Horizon and chose to follow Commander Shepard to Cerberus to help against the Collector threat and to hopefully rescue his abducted cadets.

During the Reaper invasion, Jake was stationed on Earth and is one of the many to push the human resistance on the ground while Commander Shepard fought to unify the combined armies of the galaxy.

MASS EFFECT, andromeda VERSE 005, to see stars none had seen before Following his father’s death, Jake left to join the Andromeda Initiative and was one of the first of the Security force to be woken from stasis aboard the Nexus and was one of the many to rebel against authority following the rationing of food, lack of resources and leadership and was exiled. Jake operates out of Kadara port and is one of Vetra’s contacts amongst the exiles.

STAR WARS, any trilogy VERSE 006, this is how liberty dies. Jake was born and raised on Coruscant and raised alongside his adoptive sister, Mako Mori, by his single father Stacker Pentecost. Together the Pentecost family rose in the Coruscant Security Militia. Stacker Fought in the Civil War and was injured saving the council from a terrorist attack and was rewarded and promoted for his troubles. Mako fought in a second Civil War against and was promoted for her part in saving the planet from a planet destroying weapon. Jake attempted to pursue a career in the security militia like his family but his insubordination, unwillingness to submit to authority and his rebellious and often rude personality caused Jake to leave the cadets. He works as an independent smuggler and trader both in the Upper city and the Underground.

Original Trilogy: Jake has joined the Rebel Alliance, utilizing his trade, contacts and prowess for piloting and battle to resist the Imperials. The Sequels: Jake was reinstated by the Republic and drafted to fight in the Clone Wars. He’s a Slicer and Juggernaunt often deployed on ground assaults or sabotage missions. New Republic: Jake is a member of the Resistance. He works to smuggle supplies to the Resistance and partakes in flash attacks against First Order bases, transports and factories. *Obviously will need to plot interactions due to using John Boyega as a FC. Twin or Clone aus or can simply be “look-a-likes”.

[daleyisms-blog]

what’s up my name's bex i'm 19 and i never fuckin learned how to read. that’s my favorite vine and that says a lot about me as a person. i use she/her pronouns and i’m in the est timezone. fun facts: i’m basic af, i’m in a sorority, and i cry a lot about fictional characters and i hate my inability to type fast without typos. without further ado, this is daley anand, my actual son.

001.

heavy is the head that wears the crown but perhaps more weight falls upon the shoulders of the son who grows up learning that the empire will one day be his. his childhood is spent behind a concierge desk, he sits in on meetings with partners and clients when his parents can’t find someone to keep an eye on him. daley’s bedroom is a room on one of the upper floors. his friends are visitors who come and go. his best friend is the valet, he talks to the voice on the other side of room service most.

002.

the younger anand. he is molded in the image of his father. he grows up learning manners and charm from his mother. they know who he is to be when he is older even if he doesn’t. why should they expect him to be anything different? he is the dutiful son, anything besides prodigal. he grows up in seagrove, never wandering too far from his father’s hotel & business. it’s who he is. it’s where he belongs. no one would ever assume differently.

003.

but then he goes to college. he’s meant to study business and take a dual major in hotel management. on the weekends, he can work with his father, taking on more responsibility. soon, though, he’s spending more time at school. where he should be crunching numbers soon his head is bent over novels, calloused fingers turn pages until the early hours of the morning. he switches his major to english without a word to anyone. his heart thuds with worry but is this what passion truly is ?

004.

he graduates with his degree. no one comments on the change. it doesn’t matter. the hotel has his name anyways -- what does it matter if he diverged from the path he was meant to take ? he has his books and his liberal arts degree, but at the end of the day he will still take over for his parents when the time comes. little things have changed. nothing big. isn’t that right, daley ?

005.

no. it’s not right. he realizes that everything is wrong. he doesn’t want what his parents have to offer him. he doesn’t want to turn his back on the lushness and the privelege, but he doesn’t want to become his father. he wants to see the world. he wants to stare at the sky and not see the lights of highrises and skyscrapers but of the stars and the moon. he wants simplicity. he wants his life to be his. he wants to write his own future and come out on the other side with ink-stained fingers, papercuts and all.

fast facts

name: daley mahir amand birthday & age: march 19th, 1994; 23 zodiac: pisces gender: male (he/his/him) orientation: pansexual

hometown: seagrove, florida parents: mahnoor amand & ali amand siblings: two (a younger sister and brother)

education: b.s. in english current occupation: executive assistant at the amand resort religion: agnostic

[emperorsfoot]

Well, I updated. 

It’s garbage. But I wrote the chapter, like, three times and this was by far the best version. You guys will come to realize that I’m not actually a good author. 

...

Horde Prime was rarely bothered with every little signal sent from every little unit in his army. The cloning crèches produced 45-thousand units per batch. Four batches every Standard Imperial Year, meant 180-thousand units a year. Personal signals from almost 200-thousand soldiers were mostly ignored.

Horde Prime only listened to communications from four signals.

The four clones he observed to be competent, resourceful, and clever enough to be useful in command positions. The four he personally promoted to his cabinet.

So, when he received a signal from one he stripped from his cabinet, banished to the front lines, and was presumed dead, Prime paid attention. From the Adarion system. A single yellow star, orbited by three planets: Preternia, Infinita, and Eternia. Eternia was the world where Prime sent 66694-42-003:Hordak. To try and put down another uprising by that ever-annoying thorn, Randor, the self-proclaimed ‘King of Eternia’.

66694-42-003 never returned from that deployment and Horde Prime assumed him killed in action.

But here was a signal from that same KIA brother. Proof that he did not die in service to the great Horde Empire, as he was supposed to. And a distress signal no less, begging for aid, proof that Horde Prime was right to strip him of his rank and powers. He was weak. Useless. And now, a liability.

A mistake had been made here, and mistakes must be corrected.

Horde Prime analyzed the message personally.

It was encrypted with an older code. One that was in use during the height of 66694-42-003’s cabinetcy, when Prime allowed him to be ‘Lord Hordak’. It made sense that 66694-42-003 would be using it. Removed so long from the Empire and his Brother, he wouldn’t know the more recent –more secure- encryptions.

But that also meant that others could intercept the signal and decode it for themselves. After all, the reason they changed and updated their encryptions were to prevent a hostile faction from ever being able to break through their communications.

If 66694-42-003’s message held any value beyond just the desperate call for help from a defective clone, Prime wanted to be the first to know.

It was a short message. Cut off abruptly before a full debrief could be given. Apparently 66694-42-003 was inexplicably pulled into a shadow dimension from which he could not return on his own. He needed Prime to open a portal from his end and free 66694-42-003. Pathetic. There was also some pathetic attempt to appeal to Prime by attempting to conquer the world in the shadow dimension, but his progress was blocked by hostile natives with inexplicable powers, blah, blah, blah. Please send reinforcements. The natives had a champion with a magical sword that-

That that was where the message was cut off. The signal lost. Whatever ‘portal’ he was sending the transmission through snapped shut.

Prime sat up straight.

‘A champion with a magical sword that-‘

A champion with a magical sword.

A champion.

Singular.

One.

Prime had gone up against champions with magical swords before. Two of them. Not one. One of them, he managed to defeat. Defeat and take the sword for himself. The other one… got away…

It was absurd to believe that defective and weak 66694-42-003 found the one that got away. Completely and utterly absurd.

But the message did come from the Adarion System, the same solar system they came from. The same solar system… Zed died in…

‘You said you could heal him!’

‘Anillis-! I’m sorry! He was too far gone.’

He tried to raze that system. But he was new at this back then. Inexperienced and angry. Clumsy.

He managed to get He-Ro, and He-Ro’s sword. But, Mar- the other one –got away.

Not just got away, but managed to take one of the planets from the Adarion System with her. The fourth planet –the name escaped him at the moment but he remembered it being there, then not being there anymore.

It was utterly absurd to think that Hordak found the one that got away.

But the location was correct, and the description seemed to fit.

Prime could not ignore this.

If there was even the slightest chance that it led him to the one who got away.

Tapping a button on the arm of his throne, Prime opened a paged the bridge of the Velvet Glove. “Change course.” He commanded. “Take us to the Adarion System.”

“Yes, Sir!” Came the answering voice almost immediately. Then, more hesitantly. “Which planet, Your Grace? Eternia?”

Eternia was the metaphorical ‘problem child’ of the Adarion System. It seemed like twice every generation there was a new rebellion that had to be put down. First Hiss, then Miro, then Randor, then Randor again, and then… the defector Randor’s brother seduced to their side…

Prime stood from his throne. Descending the stairs he retreated into his Inner Sanctum. His own private chambers above the Velvet Glove.

Eternia was a frequent problem in the Adarion System, but 66694-42-003’s signal had not come from Eternia. It came from empty space. Between Eternia and Infinita, in the darkness where Etheria used to be.

The one that got away…

Crossing the dimly lit room, Prime gentle, almost affectionately caressed the side of a tank. Not the same as the industrial vitrine used in his cloning crèches. This one was smaller, narrower, and did now bow out like the cloning tanks. This thank was not meant to grow a clone, but rather preserve a body. Prime kept it draped with a sheet. Most days he could not bear to look at it. But he never had it removed either. He could not bear to part with… what was inside.

Through a gap in the fabric, the tip of a red wing could just barely be seen.

Prime passed by this tank and continued on to the far wall. Considering the span of his unnaturally long life, Prime had not collected or kept many mementoes. Neither trophies or keepsakes. He kept the body in the tank, and he still strummed his baliset from time to time. But aside from those, his Inner Sanctum was markedly bare of personal items.

He did, however, keep one trophy.

The Sword.

More accurately, a Sword.

One of two.

Pulled from the cold, dead, hand of Gray. A Prince of Eternia and the one Chosen to wield the Sword of Power as He-Ro. Killed on the field of battle by Anillis Kur. But he was not the one Anillis wanted. He wanted the one that got away.

The one that promised him she could save his son’s life. Heal all ailments and return Zed to the level of health he enjoyed before they left Revena. But she lied. She didn’t. The Sword did not heal him. Zed died. And when satisfaction was demanded, it was not She-Ra, but He-Ro that faced him in the open field. The other, choosing to flee, and take her planet with her.

Prime didn’t just lose his son. He lost his vengeance.

But not this time.

66694-42-003:Hordak found her. Found her and left a signal for Prime to follow back to coordinates. Where Etheria used to be. And instructions on how to get to her. How to cut through the fabric of space and reality. Into the shadow dimension she cowered in.

Cut through.

With the blade of steel and light of a legendary Sword.

Prime lifted the Sword of Power off the wall. Hefting it in his hands. Revenanti were very strong in proportion to their size. Every other race he came across was surprised and impressed by the deceptive physical strength of him and his clones. But the Sword always felt heavy in his hands. Heavier than its size would imply. Heavy as if its weight came from more than just the hammered metal of a blade and a gilded and Runestone fitted hilt.

It was the Power of this sword that allowed Prime to prolong his life.

Now it was going to lead Prime to its twin. To the one that got away.

…

Nobody really knew what to think when the night sky suddenly lit up with light. So bright it outshone Eternia’s two moons. Cutting across the sky. A blade of light.

The first panic stricken thought was that it was some kind of Horde attack. That the Empire had grown weary of constantly putting down rebellion and decided to just destroy the planet and be done with it.

But Horde Prime did not believe in superweapons. He preferred massive armies with lots of moving pieces. Small parts that could be easily replaced. If some lucky rebel made a shot down a superweapon’s exhaust port, the whole thing blew. But if some lucky rebel managed to kill a cabinet Lord, then he could just be replaced.

So, the blade of light could not be a Horde attack.

Some realized this faster than others.

Some realized it had to be something else. Something more.

The Lord of Snake Mountain saw the light and looked deeper. Looked for a source. After all, light had to come from somewhere, and this was not the light of Adarion, Eternia’s sun. Nor was it the sun’s light reflected off either of the moons. This was its own. Coming from a source that was not a star.

And inside that light, was a signal.

Encrypted, obviously. Not everyone would pick it up. Even if they did, they wouldn’t understand it. It was a Horde encryption, but an older one. Not in use anymore. So, not an official Imperial transmission.

A distress signal.

A cry for help.

Except clone troopers did not ask for help. Help was for the weak.

But the identification stamp on the message gave him pause. The Lord of Snake Mountain re-running the decryption program and double checking his results in the Imperial issued datapad his late partner left with him. Both the second pass with the decryption and the secondary datapad confirmed the ID was correct –at least, not faked, or a mistranslation. Former cabinet Lord Hordak, serial number 66694-42-003.

Running a palm over the smooth dome of his head, the Lord of Snake Mountain stared at those last three digits. Zero-Zero-Three. Hordak.

Hode’s Zero-Zero-Three.

He only met the clone twice. Briefly each time.

The first not long after Hode was killed. As highly as the older clone spoke of his younger brother, the Lord of Snake Mountain hoped to find a new ally. Hode’s protégé and heir. At least, that was what Hode lead him to believe. But what he met was just another clone trooper. A tool of Prime’s. There was the shadow of an intelligent mind capable of independent thought. But only a shadow.

They crossed paths again after Hordak had been deposed from the cabinet. Stripped of his rank and name, returned back to only his serial number. Sent to the front lines of another one of Randor’s ill-fated revolts. He hoped to find Zero-Zero-Three of a different opinion then. Prime cast him out and sent him away. Surely the clone must have realized how little the Emperor cared for him, or any of his brothers. Prime called his clones ‘little brother’, but they weren’t much more than dolls to him. Playthings that could be thrown away the moment they were broken.

Zero-Zero-Three did make his way to Snake Mountain, and the Lord did hope that Hode’s favorite might join him. Imp was certainly glad to see him.

But they never got the chance to exchange words. Inexplicably, for reasons the Lord of Snake Mountain was still trying to find explanation for, Zero-Zero-Three was teleported away. A blade of light cutting through the very fabric of space and time and pulling Zero-Zero-Three, along with Imp, through the rift.

He had hoped Zero-Zero-Three had learned his lesson. That Prime could not be trusted. That Prime had to be removed.

But here he was, calling for his big Brother. Begging Prime to come get him. Take him back. Look, I conquered this world for you. Please come pick me up. And send reinforcements. The natives are making things difficult for me. They have this champion with a magical sword-

The Lord of Snake mountain was glad the message cut off there. When he was a younger man, he would have jumped up and been ready to rush off at the mere mention of a magical sword. But that was years ago. He was older now. Older and jaded. He made his grab for a magical sword, and in the process, lost his face.

His face, his identity, and his partner.

‘But- the sword-!’

‘But your life, Keldor!’

He wasn’t ‘Keldor’ anymore. Now he was the Lord of Snake Mountain, the Lord of Destruction, Revenant of Hate… Skeletor.

Skeletor lacked the means of opening a portal and answering Zero-Zero-Three’s call. Only a Sword could open a portal and Skeletor did not have a Sword.

But Prime did.

Horde Prime could open a portal and bring Zero-Zero-Three back.

If only Prime cared about Zero-Zero-Three enough to do that. But Prime cared about nothing and no one. He would not answer Zero-Zero-Three’s call.

It was a moot issue.

Nothing would ever come of it.

…

The Velvet Glove came out of hyperspace just within the Adarion System.

Prime hated this place.

Any time any action was required in this despicable spit of space, he always found someone else to send. Hode. Or Hordak. Or, literally, anyone else.

But he could not send anyone else for this. This required the Sword, and Prime was not going to let the Sword out of his sight.

The Lycra Pant and Leather Vest appeared half a moment after the Velvet Glove, materializing from out of hyperspace. Prime had to come here to use the Sword, but that didn’t mean he planned to be the one to go down to the planet –a planet he hated- that’s what the clones were for.

Standing on the bridge of the Velvet Glove, Prime watched Infinita, and Eternia pass by the main viewport. Neither planet was their destination. Their heading placed them in an empty space inside Adarion’s circumstellar habitable zone. Few knew it, Prime never included it in official Imperial records, but –originally- this system did not have three planets, but four. The fourth one vanished along with its guardian. But Prime still remembered its coordinates, its orbit within the system’s sphere of gravity.

The bridge crew surreptitiously shot each other confused or uneasy glances. Those that worked closely with the Emperor –his private staff, his cabinet, and his bridge crew- knew that their Brother was prone to bouts of temper and impulses made in anger.

But this did not seem like that.

Moving the Velvet Glove and her complement of soldiers, along with the Lycra Pant with all her batwings and pilots, and the Leather Vest full of drop-ships and troops, to an empty bit of finite space where there was nothing there. Ignoring three other planets within the system, one of which was an almost never-ending source of work for the military. This was erratic and irrational. But not an episode of temper.

In fact, Prime seemed very calm and collected. Deceptively so. Quiet.

Holding non-standard issue sword in one hand.

“Cut the engines.” He commanded suddenly. “Bring us to a stop here.”

His bouts and fits might make his staff and crew wary, but they were not incompetent. There was no hesitation. Even if they didn’t understand it, they were sure their Brother had his reasons for this erratic behavior. The main bridge pilot decelerated, switching to forward thruster to compensate for the direction of their motion in the zero-gravity space, and bringing the Velvet Glove to a full stop. The communications officer sent a signal to both the Lycra Pant and the Leather Vest to do the same.

Within moments, the whole fleet came to a full stop in the middle of nowhere.

Empty space floated in front of them.

“Charge the hyperdrive.” Was Prime’s next order.

He lifted the Sword he held and crossed the space to a segment of the main command console. Forward, center.

It was strange that Prime would move the fleet somewhere else immediately after bringing them to a full stop in the middle of nowhere. But when the Emperor commanded, they obeyed.

“The new coordinates, Your Grace?” Asked the navigator.

“No new coordinates.” Prime informed them. “Charge up the hyperdrive and funnel the dilithium into the forward canon.”

The bridge crew of the Velvet Glove, Horde Prime’s hand chosen group of clones than ran his ship, never hesitated. But Horde Prime had never ordered them to funnel hot, active, charged dilithium from an active hyperdrive, into the ship’s weapons.

“Your… Grace…?”

Prime turned to the one that had spoken. Glowing eyes blazing a silent warning. How dare they question a direct order from him. He was more than their Big Brother. He was their creator. He made them in his own image. Gave them the gift of sentience so that they could better serve him. This job was to serve. Not to question.

The one that spoke swallowed a lump of nerves. “Y-yes, Your Grace.”

Together, the Chief Engineer and Science Officer overrode the safeties and emergency shut-offs that prevented any leakage in the hyperdrive core. Engines and pistons groaning under the pressure and strain they were being put under. A choir of stressed equipment and hardware. Every console and screen on the command bridge lit up with alerts and warnings that the core was open, the hyperdrive was compromised, the dilithium was leaking, the forward cannon was being flooded by charged photons that could bend spacetime.

Prime inserted the Sword into a slot on the console.

All new alerts lit up across the screens.

“Fire the forward canon along the trajectory of these coordinates.” He commanded.

Uneasy as it made all of them, there was no hesitation again. Their Brother gave an order and he already made it clear that he did not appreciate his orders being questioned.

The canon fire streaked across the empty space in front of the Velvet Glove. An energy and particle beam that was usually red in color was stained an uneasy mottle orange and yellow. Prime giggled the Sword in its slot, aligning it better with the non-Imperial tech rigged into the console. The stone of the hilt of the sword glowed, and the beam outside changed color again. Shifting from orange and yellow, to sickly green, then blue, then white.

In space, if a beam did not impact with anything solid, it just kept going. Shooting through space until it finally did collide with something.

But this one didn’t.

It cut through the empty space, like cutting through fabric. Edges of darkness fraying like threads and peeling back, curling away from the cut like an overly tight knit. A tattered tare opening up in empty space. And through the tare was darkness. No stars. No planets. No light. Save one sphere. Orbited by several smaller moons. A planet. One single planet floating in otherwise empty despondent darkness.

It had been centuries since Prime saw it last. But it was an image that was burned into the back of his mind. A place synonymous with the loss of this son.

Etheria.

Somewhere on that world was the one that got away.

“Ground the dilithium.” Prime ordered. “Stabilize the rift. I want it to remain open.”

The Chief Engineer and Science Officer had to do some quick calculating and jerryrigging to fulfill their Brother’s command. But when the forward canon was shut down, the rift remained open.

Everyone paused a moment. Staring at it.

Did- did Horde Prime just break the universe and creature a portal to another world?

“Open a hailing channel to the Leather Vest.” He commanded. “Red Hord is to take his ship and his forces to that planet, retrieve unit 66694-42-003, and if he finds an alien female that wields a legendary blade of light, bring her to me. I want her alive. I want her sword. And if there is anyone on that rock she cares about, I want them too.”

Alive. So that he could kill them in front of her. So that She-Ra could know what it felt like to hold her most cherished person in her arms as the life drained out of them, and realize that there was nothing she could do. That the universe was cruel, and cold, and she was helpless. Hopeless.

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