#Complete Finch Dossier

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The Sound of Secrets

This is a follow up iteration of my last post

In 2156, the Archive Collective held the memories of every individual, meticulously cataloged in digital dossiers. Each moment, feeling, and experience was stored for easy retrieval. But with the sheer volume of data, many dossiers were forgotten, hidden in the depths of the Archive, their secrets left untold.

Dr. Lukas Finch, a researcher in the Archive’s sonic department, discovered one such forgotten dossier—Elena Carter's. Unlike others, this file wasn’t just a collection of dry facts. The Archive had developed a technology called Sonifica, a generative pre-trained system that could sonify memories, transforming data into music, voices, and ambient sounds. This system allowed people to "hear" the life of the subject, experiencing their emotions, thoughts, and memories through sound.

Intrigued, Dr. Finch activated Elena's dossier. At first, a faint hum filled the air, followed by distant voices. A soft melody began to form, growing clearer and more distinct. The sound was not just music; it was a narrative, unfolding through intricate layers of emotion—joy, fear, sorrow—each note representing a piece of Elena's life. As the sounds deepened, whispered conversations and ambient noises emerged—clinking glasses, hurried footsteps, low voices. Elena’s life, filled with secrets, began to play out before Dr. Finch's ears.

The music grew darker as the truth unfolded: Elena had been part of a resistance group that sought to expose the Archive’s flaws, but she had been silenced before she could complete her mission. The final sound—a whispered word—echoed in the room: “Run.”

Dr. Finch sat motionless, the weight of the revelation settling in. The Archive had hidden the truth, but now, thanks to Sonifica, Elena’s story could never be silenced again.

[cryochronism]

mixed bag of headcanons. some of it elaborating more on the dossier/choices pages.

BIOTICS

as canonized in me1, humans hold negative opinions of biotics that range from fear to distrust to worse. many are ostracized or avoided out of fear that they are ticking time bombs, unable to control their abilities, or even read minds. given that public sentiment, and paired with the very real fact that cerberus (and likely other parties) were kidnapping biotics -- primarily ones either in colonies or without any attachments -- shepard thought it best to just keep quiet and hide any abilities she had. 

their secondary exposure to eezo came from a smuggling job the reds did. shepard never did know what exactly they were smuggling and knew better not to ask. a part of them always wondered if it was red sand, but never had the expertise to know if the drug could count as an exposure or wanted to raise any questions asking about a (typically) highly illegal drug.

upon enlistment, it was discovered by the alliance during her evals that she was biotic. while encouraged to utilize training and develop those abilities further, shepard was still influenced by the perception of biotics among earth society and requested not to do so, and asked if there was away to remove or stop her abilities from manifesting further. as a result, shepard was fitted with a biotics amp that acted as a dampener for her abilities. she remained infiltrator class all through camp, N1-7 training, deployment and through ME1. 

the lazarus project uncovered the truth of shepard’s biotic status, but not necessarily the details surrounding it. the amp had burned out from the destruction and decay of shepard’s body, and as a result shepard was fitting with an l5n amp. 

shepard has always had a low opinion of biotic abilities, seeing them more as a curse among humans (given both the sentiment held among human society and seeing the negative effects on kaidan). it wasn’t until working alongside human biotics like miranda, jack, and jacob that she began to see the potential benefits. miranda assists in providing basic training and shepard transitions to sentinel class in ME2. 

ORIGIN & PSYCH PROFILE

shepard is somewhere on the nonbinary spectrum. she’s never quite taken a shine to the identity surrounding femininity or masculinity, and the concept of something decidedly neither is comforting to her. she likes the sound of something neutral like they/them but has never really had time to unpack or consider any of this. shepard’s entire life has been shaped by survival and violence, there’s not really a lot of downtime to think about a sense of self when she’s always been used as a tool and means by others, whether it’s the reds, the alliance, cerberus, or the whole of the galaxy itself. pronouns are used interchangeably and she doesn’t really care either way so long as she’s given respect. 

shepard was never her real name. due to a botched reds job, she had to flee and start anew after buying forged records and papers from a contact the reds occasionally retain. whatever name she had, friends she had, people she’d known - all of it was now gone. surprisingly, there were no issues with the alliance when it came to enlistment under her new papers, and over time shepard began to feel like her past was buried, and that none of it would come back to her. or so she thought, until running into a little birdy named finch nearly two decades later. 

as a result, no one’s ever known her old identity. most people - even her own crew - don’t even know her first name as her records were classified following N7 designation. shepard’s taken to dying and cutting their hair short as a way to help hide her past identity.

regarding that botched mission: an undercover agent that had been investigating the reds was killed. it wasn’t until his body was searched that shepard discovered his true identity. she disposed the body as best a teenager could, skipped town, and fled to the other side and surviving on bare bones before enlisting as a sort of last choice. to this day, they’ve always been cagey around law enforcement, and avoids public attention as much as possible; always wondering if that past will ever come back to bite. 

torfan was as much about completing the mission as it was about revenge. shepard has never been the type to be close with others, deferring more to a professional dynamic to ensure secrecy. however, a close friend and comrade was killed during the skyllian blitz; later a catalyst that hardened her resolve and commitment towards being the proverbial bulldog for the alliance. 

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Stacked Chapter 7

See previous photoset here.

Theo woke up with dread burning in his stomach. He just knew that taking that one amazing, perfect day with Liam was going to blow up in his face in a big way. He wasn’t allowed to be this happy - the universe wouldn’t allow it.

He got ready for the day with extreme reluctance, and Liam picked up on his mood immediately, wrapping his arms around him and pressing a kiss to the back of his neck.

“It’ll be fine,” he soothed.

It wouldn’t, but he appreciated that Liam was trying.

They were meant to meet Scott and the others at Scott’s place in an hour, and Theo told him he’d meet him there. He wanted to slip into his house and steal some more clothes. Liam meant well, letting Theo borrow some of his, but Theo was wider in the shoulders than Liam, and his shirts were uncomfortably tight. He gathered that that was the point though, with the way Liam’s eyes often drifted to his shoulders, gaze turning dark with lust.

Theo somehow managed to leave Liam behind as he drove to his house, pausing in front of his door and taking a deep breath before opening it.

It was like he’d known this was going to happen.

He stepped through the front door, head tilted to the side, listening.

There was no one home, no heartbeats. His fake parents had probably bailed after he hadn’t come home again, figuring it was safe to do so. It was. He had no intention of hunting them down. His cover was well and truly blown now.

Just as he’d managed to fill a bag full of clothes, he felt it. The hum of electricity. They were coming. There was no point in running. There was nowhere he could go that they wouldn’t find him.

Closing his bedroom door behind him, he made his way into the lounge room where they were waiting.

“What do you want?” He demanded.

On the coffee table there were three dossiers and he moved forward, swaggering with a confidence he didn’t feel as he scooped them up, flipping through them.

Three teenagers. Three new chimeras. Three new graves.

“Find them,” they intoned. “Train them.”

And then with a crackle they were gone.

“Just a brief visit then,” he muttered, plucking out the three photos and examining them with a sigh. He wasn’t sure if this was a good sign or not. Was he under suspicion? Were they testing him?

He picked up his bag, slinging it over his shoulder. Looked like he had a few stops to make before he made it to Scott’s house.

***

Liam paced in Scott’s kitchen, wearing a track into the floor.

“Liam,” Mason said, sounding concerned.

“He’s coming,” Liam snapped, eyes fixed on the clock. Theo was almost half an hour late now. Stiles was already making snarky comments about how Theo had skipped town and the urge to throttle him was growing stronger by the second.

But it wasn’t because he was angry. It was because he was afraid.

What if it was true?

What if Theo really had left him?

He’d like to think that after the day they’d spent together yesterday that Theo could never do that, but how well did he know him really? Was their bond stronger than Theo’s fear? Liam wasn’t sure.

By the time an hour had passed, he was sitting on the couch between Mason and Scott, ignoring the conversation going on around him, staring down at his hands.

Before Theo had left earlier he’d used those same hands to cup his cheeks and kiss him, telling him he’d see him again soon. Surely that hadn’t been their last kiss. Surely fate wasn’t that cruel.

“Theo doing a bunk doesn’t change the facts,” Stiles was arguing, “these doctor guys are a serious threat. We have to do something.”

He’d come today despite his suspicion of Theo, which Liam appreciated, but he was also getting on his nerves, and he didn’t have many nerves to begin with. His IED was simmering in his chest, getting close to boiling point.

He looked at Mason. “I think I need to go,” he said quietly. “Mase-”

“Punching bag, got it,” Mason said, jumping to his feet. “Go out back. Me and Corey will bring it out.”

Ever since his diagnosis, Mason had been more than supportive. He had his boot filled with a large punching bag and gloves, kept it in there every single day despite the inconvenience, just so Liam would have something to hit that wasn’t a wall, or someone else’s face.

Liam stalked outside, ignoring the others calling after him. If he went back, he would do or say something he would regret.

Corey set up the bag on the nearest tree, and they left him to it, grunting as he took out his aggression on the bag, blood rushing in his ears, seeing red.

He punched the bag again and again and again, taking out all of his fear and frustration on it until his arms and shoulders were aching and he was panting for breath, his anger spent.

When he turned toward the house, exhausted and covered with sweat, his eyes fell upon Theo, sitting on the back step.

Theo looked concerned as he slowly rose to his feet.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

Liam shivered. “You didn’t leave,” he said, voice flat. He didn’t have any emotion left in his body. He was wrung out.

“I had to make a few pit stops,” Theo said with a sigh, walking towards him. “I’m sorry I didn’t text you.”

Liam considered him. There was nothing about the way Theo was looking at him that suggested he was lying, and Liam didn’t know what to think.

“I’m used to being on my own,” Theo continued when it was clear that Liam wasn’t going to say anything. “Mason chewed me out when I got here, told me off for worrying you. And he was right. It was a shitty thing to do. I’m sorry, Liam.”

Slowly, Liam nodded. “Okay,” he said.

He walked past Theo into the house, stripping off his gloves. His knuckles were red and sore. He hadn’t had time to strap them before the need to hit something had overwhelmed him. But they would heal.

Liam came to a stop at the kitchen door, looking at the three strangers with suspicion.

“Theo’s extra pit stops, I assume,” he said to Scott, continuing inside.

“Yeah,” Scott sighed, rubbing a hand through his hair. “The Dread Doctors are making more chimeras.”

Theo came to stand next to Liam, hesitantly placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Liam, meet my new chimera pack. Corey, Josh and Tracy.”

He looked between the three of them, a twinge of fear breaking through the numbness. The Dread Doctors were making more chimeras. What did that mean for Theo?

***

Theo felt like a complete asshole. Liam had had an attack, and it was all his fault. How had he not even considered sending him a text? In his own defence, he hadn’t realised that it would take so long to convince the three new chimeras to come with him, and they’d all demanded explanations from him about what was happening to them, but now he had them more or less on board, accepting him, somewhat reluctantly, as their leader.

It wasn’t that he was any more thrilled than them by this state of affairs. Not even two weeks ago he would have been ecstatic to have his own pack, but now it meant nothing to him. The only thing that mattered was Liam, and hopefully somehow being able to gain his freedom.

Liam walked away to go and clean up a bit in Scott’s bathroom, leaving Theo standing in the lounge room with Scott’s pack and his three new pack members all staring at him.

“What now?” Theo asked, looking at Scott.

“I think we need help,” Scott said. “We need more information about the Dread Doctors.”

Theo sighed. “You need the author.”

“McCammon?” Scott asked, looking at him intently.

“That’s not his real name,” he said. “It’s Valack.”

“He’s the one who it’s dedicated to,” Stiles pointed out, holding out a copy of the book, showing the relevant page.

Theo nodded. “He wrote it under a pseudonym. The book makes you remember them. The Dread Doctors. That’s why he wrote it.”

“If you know so much,” Stiles said, a sneer on his face as he stalked closer, “then why don’t you tell us everything there is to know about them.”

“He already has,” Scott said, voice terse. “He told me everything he knew.”

Stiles scoffed. “Sure he did.”

“I trust him,” Scott said, finality in his tone. “Liam trusts him.”

Stiles glowered but didn’t respond. Theo couldn’t even blame him. He’d come here with the intention of infiltrating their pack and destroying it, making it anew with him as the alpha. That wasn’t his goal anymore, but Stiles had been right not to trust him, then at least.

Now, it’d be nice if he would give Theo the benefit of the doubt.

“Okay,” Scott said, turning and looking around. “We have questions, let’s figure out exactly what we need to know before we decide who is going where.”

“Alright,” Stiles said, speaking up again now, glaring at Theo. “First question, what do the Dread Doctors want?”

“They want to resurrect the Beast,” Theo told him. “For that, they need a genetic chimera.”

“Why didn’t they just use you?” Stiles asked, moving closer. “This all seems pretty convenient.”

“It didn’t work with me,” he said with a sigh. “Believe me, they tried.” For years, they’d experimented on him in every possible way while he was strapped to their gurney. He’d been pathetically grateful when the pain had finally stopped and they’d started using him in other ways instead. It had made sense to him. Hurt others so that they didn’t hurt him.

He knew better now.

“So they made more,” Scott hummed. “Why these three? What’s special about them?”

“It’s like Finch said the other day in class,” Theo explained. “Chimeras have more than one kind of DNA. Maybe it’s a transplant, a blood transfusion, whatever. I stole medical records for them a few months ago. They want young people, children and teenagers. They survive longer in their experiments, generally.”

“How old were you?” Liam asked quietly. He was standing at the door, rubbing a thumb over his red knuckles.

“When?” Theo turned towards him.

“The first time they experimented on you.”

His hand flew to his chest automatically, rubbing over the non-existent scar. “Eight,” he admitted.

“Next question,” Stiles interrupted, drawing Theo’s gaze. “What exactly is this beast?”

Theo shrugged. “Ask an Argent,” he said. “It’s something from their lore.”

Scott’s gaze dropped, his jaw clenching. Theo studied him, feeling a twinge of guilt. Of course Scott couldn’t ask Allison, she was gone.

But there was still her father. Although Theo wanted to stay far away from him. He had a feeling that the hunter was far more dangerous than any of Scott’s pack realised.

“Stiles and I will go to Eichen,” Lydia said, walking up to grasp Scott’s shoulder, squeezing it. “You should speak to Argent.”

“And Theo?” Stiles asked.

“He has his hands a bit full right now, don’t you think?” She asked gently, head tilting towards the new chimeras. Theo grimaced, following her gaze to where Corey, Tracy and Josh were all sitting on the couch, Mason hovering near them, looking uncertain.

Yeah, he had enough to deal with.

“I’ll stay with Theo and Mason and the others,” Liam said to Scott. “You guys go.”

Kira walked up and took Scott’s hand, leading him away, and Theo watched them go, feeling frustrated. Divide and conquer was a classic tactic. These idiots would have fallen right into his trap without so much as a blink. Why were they all so naive?

“Hey,” Liam said, nudging his shoulder. “Earth to Theo.”

He shook his head, pushing his frustration aside. They were paired up at least, and with Kira going with Scott to see Argent instead of to Eichen, the Dread Doctors wouldn’t be able to get to Valack.

“Don’t give him what he wants,” he said quietly to Lydia as she started to move past them.

She startled, looking at him. “What?”

“Valack. He’s dangerous. He’ll try to bargain with you, he’ll want something for his information. Don't give it to him.”

The intelligence shone in her eyes as she searched his face. “Why?”

“It’s in your best interest,” he said simply. “Valack’s known your family for a really long time. He used to work at Eichen.”

Her gaze sharpened further. “My grandmother,” she said, lips pressed tightly together.

Theo nodded. “Your grandmother. He’s a sick son of a bitch, and that’s coming from me. Don’t trust him. Don’t let your guard down.”

“Don’t worry,” Stiles said, his voice cold. “We won’t”

The implied message was clear. And we won’t trust you either.

But Lydia nodded, letting Stiles guide her out of the kitchen.

Liam stirred beside him. “The things you’ve done,” he asked, voice low. “How bad are we talking here?” He sounded nervous.

Theo looked at him, guilt making his borrowed heart twist in his chest. “It was them or me,” he said, voice level. “I chose me.”

“And now?” Liam asked.

“Freedom or death. It’s the same thing really,” Theo muttered, pushing past him and taking one of the free seats. Either he’d be free or he’d be dead. And he had to do everything in his power to ensure that he stayed alive.

The only thing he wouldn’t sacrifice was Liam.

He hoped he wouldn’t regret it.

***

Liam’s heart was troubled as he watched Theo.

Theo had opened up to him so much over the past week, but he was starting to realise that Theo didn’t really think he’d survive the Dread Doctors. There was a resignation to his gaze as he looked between the three chimeras and Mason. He didn’t have many answers for them, looking as lost as they were.

He wanted to help, he did, but he didn’t have much of an idea of what to do either. Most of the supernatural world still baffled him. Before Theo had come on the scene, he hadn’t even known that werewolves could be created on an operating table.

Let alone whatever these three were. According to the files Theo had shown him, Corey was a chameleon who could turn invisible, Josh was a raiju who could absorb and manipulate lightning, and Tracy was a kanima, a creepy lizard that could paralyse. All very powerful, and very scared.

“What’s going to happen to us?” Corey asked, looking at Theo after browsing through his own file. “They said to train us? For what?”

“Test your powers, see how strong you are,” Theo explained wearily. “They want to see if you’ll survive being the host.”

Josh scoffed, leaning back against the couch. “So what? We just wait around for them to find us? Fuck that.”

“No,” Liam agreed, stepping forward to stand in front of them. “Sticking your head in the sand won’t achieve anything. You need to fight.”

Corey visibly blanched. “I don’t know how to fight. I mean, look at me.”

“You’re stronger than you realise,” Liam assured him. “And I don’t mean that you need to run in all guns blazing. I just mean that you can’t give up. If we work together, we can defeat them.”

Tracy finally spoke up, looking at Liam with wide eyes. “How?”

And wasn’t that the million dollar question.

“We’ll figure it out. Together. Scott is a true alpha and our pack has faced down alpha packs, berserkers, hunters. We can beat a couple of scientists.”

The three of them look reassured, but Theo looked at him. His eyes said clearly that he wanted to believe Liam, but that he knew better.

“We’ve got this,” Mason said, speaking mostly to Corey, if Liam wasn’t mistaken. “Liam’s right. I know you’re all scared, but we’ll stick together and we’ll get through this.”

Corey smiled at Mason, and Liam looked away, biting back a smirk. He met Theo’s gaze, who waggled his eyebrows at him.

Liam felt relieved. The pack that they were building now was strong. They could do this.

They had to.

[nikhil-patil]

The Sound of Secrets

This story is written with the help of Chat gpt in which i provided it with a outline/summery of the story and AI expand it.

In the year 2156, the world had become a place where nothing was truly forgotten. The rise of the Archive Collective, an all-encompassing data bank, had ensured that every moment of every life was meticulously documented, stored, and cataloged. Memories, conversations, feelings, and experiences from every individual were archived into dossiers, classified and encoded for easy retrieval. People lived under the watchful eye of the Archive, knowing that their every action and thought could be traced, transcribed, and analyzed.

However, with such power came a heavy cost. Over time, the sheer volume of stored memories overwhelmed the system. Some dossiers, particularly those of individuals deemed less important or irrelevant, were quietly pushed to the farthest corners of the Archive, forgotten and gathering dust in digital oblivion. In this sea of forgotten lives, there existed one dossier that was more than just another entry. It was special.

The dossier belonged to Elena Carter, a woman whose life had been filled with unspoken whispers of intrigue and unacknowledged secrets. It had been lost, erased from public knowledge, but now it had surfaced—pulled from the depths of the Archive. No one knew exactly why or how, but one thing was certain: the moment it was unlocked, it would reveal things long buried.

Dr. Lukas Finch, a researcher specializing in generative algorithms, was the one to stumble upon the forgotten dossier. He worked at the Archive's sonic department, a division that had developed cutting-edge technology capable of translating any stored data into sound. The technology was known as Sonifica—a generative pre-trained system capable of taking any dossier and transforming it into a sonified experience, allowing listeners to “hear” the life of the subject. It was a groundbreaking tool designed to give people a deeper connection to their past. Emotions, thoughts, and memories—sonified into music, voices, and ambient sounds. It was the closest anyone could come to living someone else’s life without ever leaving the present.

With curiosity piqued, Dr. Finch decided to experiment with Elena Carter's dossier. As the generative pre-trained system activated, the files began to unravel. First came a faint hum, like the stirring of an old memory—then voices, muted and distant, slowly growing louder. A melody, soft yet haunting, filled the room. It was not just a tune; it was a narrative unfolding, a symphony that was more than music. Each note seemed to carry with it an emotion—happiness, anger, fear, sorrow—all layered within a complex sonic tapestry. The more Dr. Finch listened, the more he could sense the underlying story.

The melody shifted, deepened, and twisted. As the sounds grew darker, fragments of whispered conversations began to pierce through the notes. The sounds of clinking glasses, hurried footsteps, and low voices filled the room. Elena’s life was unfolding before Dr. Finch’s ears, but it was not the life of an ordinary woman. It was a life filled with conspiracy, betrayal, and secrets—secrets that had been carefully hidden from the world.

And then, as the final crescendo approached, a chilling realization hit Dr. Finch. The generative algorithm was not simply relaying memories; it was revealing something much more profound. As the sound grew more intense, the truth emerged: Elena Carter had been part of an underground organization that had once attempted to expose the Archive’s deepest flaws. And someone had silenced her before she could complete her mission.

The last sound to echo from the speakers was not music, but a single whispered word: “Run.” And with that, the sonified dossier fell silent.

Dr. Finch sat motionless, the weight of the revelations sinking in. He had uncovered a secret that would change everything. The Archive had covered its tracks, but now, thanks to the power of sonification, Elena’s story could never be silenced again.