#She'll put whatever she can into her maw

[sparedareitspiecesasitflies]

that thing is probably poisoned and tastes bad as the person its modelled after

You really should eat something better

“Oily plastic ain’t too bad. Beats the old melty rubber stuff.”

“Besides, he probably tastes normal…” His blood didn’t smell different enough to warrant exploring that. 

[arendaes]

Tagged by @dujour13, thank you!

Tag game: Give your KC’s first impression and final opinion of each of their companions!

Obv these are for Ariadne :3 I'm also leaving this as an open tag since I'm not sure who all has been tagged. If you played WOTR, I want to see your KCs responses!

First Impressions

Seelah: Really glad she's here. Not only does she look like she can give it as a good as she take it, but she's fun, and the last thing I want is to be stuck down here with a stick in the mud.

Camellia: ...ah, here's the stick in the mud. Still, as long she's willing to point the rapier in that direction of whatever else is down here, she can't be too bad, can she?

Lann: Hm, interesting, and I don't just mean his appearance. There's something about his personality that doesn't feel like something that's been cultivated in the caves. Too bad I'm not sure such a reckless plan is advisable.

Wenduag: On the other end of the scale, we have this one. Cautious and closed-off, almost to a fault...I can't say I blame her, though. She has no more reason to trust me than I do her, but we have to if any of us are going to get through this.

Woljif: Gorgeous...well, someone's certainly trying to sweet talk his way out of that cell. Luckily for him, flattery will get him everywhere...I should probably stop thinking like that.

Ember: Oh, she's a few plums short of a fruit pie, isn't she? Well, that's all right, people think the same thing about me. I can't leave her alone out here, though. She'll just end up in a demon's maw and empathize with it as it chews otherwise.

Nenio: And yet another person of dubious self-preservation, this time all in the sake of science. Good lord...is this what people think I'm like?

Daeran: It is entirely unfair for such horrible things to come out of a mouth so gorgeous...I really need to stop thinking like that.

Ulbrig: The fact he just burst in through the ceiling didn't faze him at all, huh? Heh...time to have some fun. He seems good for it.

Galfrey: Didn't expect to meet the fucking Queen when I got to sent to Mendev. Three years in training, and the Society tells you fuck all about what to do if you meet royalty. I'm panicking, aren't I?

Sosiel: In another time and place I would've been delighted to make his acquaintance. As it is, I can't help but wonder how he's gotten himself tangled up in all this.

Regill: Oh, wonderful. I'm breaking into the mead stash under my bed when we get back to camp. I'll have to, if I'm to reconcile allying myself with this lot.

Arueshalae: Well, this is positively novel! A repentant demon...well, despite what Regill and Lann think, I don't see any reason why it's not possible. And if she turns out to be lying, well...killing demons is what this group's best at.

Greybor: Isn't that the guy who warned me not to do anything rash in the Tower of Estrod? He's bum-rushing a balor? With a dagger? Respect.

Trever: I...I am so glad Sosiel's not here to see his brother like this. We've got to find a way out of here.

Socothbenoth: Oh, hey, it's that guy from the Grey Garrison. He looks much more...slimey than I remember.

Final Opinion

Seelah: My best friend, my rock. I wouldn't have made it throughout this Crusade without you there by my side. Or in front of me, depending on what context we're talking about. I'm sorry for everything this war threw at you, but you came out stronger and more sure of yourself and beliefs for it, and I'm proud to call you my friend.

Camellia: I know I seem like an irresponsible frippet, but I was put in charge of the Crusade and all the people in it. I had a responsibility, and I took it seriously. When one of my companions was revealed to be murdering the people in my care for sport...I'm sorry, but there was no power on the face of Golarion that would have let me let her walk out of that basement a free woman. She made her choice. I hope Horgus Gwerm rots in hell.

Lann: This guy...he really put me through the ringer with that fatalism of his. For a moment there I was frightened he was going to get himself killed because of it. I'm very glad he came out of the other side a changed man, and I can't wait until we can all go sailing on his boat.

Wenduag: I genuinely thought getting out of the caves would help her. I was wrong. I feel...more guilt than I do with Camellia. But not much.

Woljif: Back when we met in that basement, I thought you were just trying to charm your way into my good graces and would abandon me the second things got rough. Which...you did. But you came back, and I can't imagine my life without you now. You and Daeran truly carried me, more than you'll ever know.

Ember: This isn't what expected to happen when I took you in, you know. I'm not sure how much I buy the whole "saint" thing, but I can't deny you're doing good work. I'll try to help as much as I can.

Nenio: I really thought I lost you there for a moment with Areshkagal. You're calling me by my name now, and it's strange. I almost miss just being "girl" to you. But I have to admit, I'm very excited to see your Encyclopaedia finished.

Daeran: There is so much I could say about you, and it wouldn't be enough. I'm glad you came to trust me. I promise I'll never do something like that to you again. I love you too much to risk losing you.

Ulbrig: So, you're a god, huh? Well, that was unexpected. I'm sure you'll get the hang of it. I sure as hell couldn't do it.

Galfrey: Holidays and family reunions are going to be interesting from now on, aren't they?

Sosiel: I'm sorry this war broke the rose-colored glasses you used to see the world through, but I think you're better for it. And it wasn't all bad - we got your brother back, and you fell in love! I suspect the road ahead will be hard, but worth it. I'm always down for a wine tasting, if you ever need me.

Regill: I'm almost surprised by you. I had a running theory, you know - I thought being a Hellknight was your own weird way of fighting the Bleaching. And you know what? I don't think I was too far off - I think I bought you a little bit of time, if nothing else.

Arueshalae: Letting you out of that cage was a good decision in the end. I'm glad you found your dream, and I hope it comes true sooner rather than later.

Greybor: Well...I just hope he's happy. Running a guild of assassins in the Abyss seems like it will be no easy feat. Though, given my impending elevation in status, I'm sure it won't hurt to have someone who can keep an ear to the ground for me. Daeran's going to have a hit put out on him eventually, I just know it.

Trever: I hope things get better for you from here on out. I don't blame you for holding yourself apart from me, even if it stings. With your brother at your side, I know you'll be okay.

Socothbenoth: I hope you enjoy spending the rest of your millennia in this form. It suits you much better.

[alienpossession]

Snippets

Just some scribbles on how a possessed human/shapeshifted alien would behave to the human's significant others

---

He grabbed his mother's face as she keeps shouting

"To be honest, mom, I'm tired of hearing you say that I'm acting weird. In fact, I don't need to hear your opinion or even you anymore! Have a good tight sleep with pop, okay? I got a whole life ahead of me and yall be deadweight anyway,"

---

His father tried to stop him from driving away but then he rolled down his window and inhumanely lengthened his arm to grab him by the neck. In mere seconds, the father is now mere inches from his son's face, if whatever being it is can even be called as his son

"So let me set it clear, old man. I don't give a shit about what you think of me or is this your car or anyone's car. It's mine, and I'm gonna use it as I please, you hear me?"

"Now fuck off!" and with that, he lengthened his arm all the way before he dropped his father right at their front door, a good 5 metres at least from where the car is, and speed off with his best friend. What the fuck is that? thought the old man still in surprise

---

"Aww too bad you have to see me slaughter that dog, lil sis. But it's so annoying, I just need to kill that little shit. Do you wanna be like that dog next? If not, keep your mouth shut, you'll tell everyone that it's just simply gone, okay? Well, it's practically gone though, to my stomach, hahahahahah,"

---

"Hey ma, yeah, dad's a musk fag or something. Look at him enjoying my feet stink,"

His mom just stared in horror but then, as if some invisible force push her to move, she quickly kneeled and then crawled to his son's other feet.

"Yeah, stop resisting mom. I need some more servant if I want to expand even wider after all,"

---

"You haven't seen everything, old man. We're not planning to just takeover the ranchers, we want to seize the whole town, and you'll join force to help us if you still want these two sons of yours be let go, you understand? Now, set a town hall by the end of this week, we'll put some of our kind around the perimeter and after getting inside everyone, then we will release these two, you down?"

---

"Yeah, nothing's really there. What blue glowing thing sliding into me when I checked on the backyard? You are one delusional old lady, you know that, maw? I didn't even scream or rustled in the bushes, you are so silly, you know?"

As he gently caressed his neck, he then whispered

"Keep talking like that or run your mouth to other people and I will not hesitate to break your back and let you die, you get me? You saw nothing and you are just a silly delusional granny,"

---

"Yeahhh......too bad we can't let any eyewitnesses, you know? So you have to be eliminated," he said to the older man he usually helped around as he lifted him several inches above the ground before he break his neck and dropped his body to the ground

---

"Remember big bro, snitches get stiches. Or in my case, snitches get slime shoved up through their ass. Keep that runny little mouth of yours zipped or I'll make your silly gay boyfriend taken over by my friends and I'll force you to watch him squirm and shout,"

---

"You resisted for way too long and asked too much question," he said with flat expression as he grabbed his girlfriend's neck and then his hands started to morph into something hideous with thorn and scales

"Scratching you to let you know that I'm, as you suspected, not your boyfriend. But I'll make sure you won't see the daylight anymore if you are not going to cooperate with me to breed you, bitch, so shut the fuck up and just take the dick up in your ass!"

She tried to scream but he muffled her and pistoned the hardening uncut cock into her pussy in one swift penetration. Soon she'll bear the first hybrid baby that Earth ever seen

[madametamma]

hay I had this idea for a flash appearance in maws. Basically Barry Allen a forensic scientist and a cop was temporarily transferred to metropolis for a while and his girlfriend Iris West a reporter for Central City who is in metropolis tried to get a scoop on Superman both end up meet Clark, lois, Jimmy and Kara and for Iris she knows that the 4 for them have info on Superman but they refuse to give it so she tries to look for it on her own and she's even a little competitive with Lois while Barry is just having fun with the rest of the group just chatting and having a good time. When a bad guy comes and both Superman and Supergirl make the scene they see someone's already dealing with it AKA flash the 3 of them team up, take down the bad guy then introduce themselves to each other and they end up being friends. They also accidentally reveal their secret identities to each other when they shout out Lois's, Jimmy's and iris's names. After they'r basically friends both inside and outside of their superhero lives. I see Barry as this really friendly and chatterbox type of person while Iris is this nice yet competitive reporter who has a friendly rivalry with Lois.

I want to add that Barry shocks everyone by being an incredibly good mystery solver. Like Sherlock Holmes level detective, he's REALLY good at picking up small details and putting pieces together. It's partly a thing he picked up from his job and partly because his eyes, ears, and mind works so fast so he can pick up on tiny clues that would normally pass an average person by.

He seems like such a chill, happy go lucky dude, who on the outset doesn't look like he's paying attention at all when suddenly while munching on a doughnut or whatever, He'll just casually explain how he's figured out Superman's secret identity with a big dopey grin on his face.

Iris loves to use his ability to get a leg up on whatever story she's working on. She bribes him with snacks, but they both know he'll help her whether she gives them to him or not, and she'll give him the snacks whether he helps or not because she knows he's useless when he gets too hungry.

[lilithsterrarium]

A ninetales and Vulpix sibling duo that just ADORE you at the daycare

The Vulpix is excitable, innocent. She loves to pick you up in her teeth and toss you up with her paws, sometimes 'wrestles' with you by pinning you to the ground. She always apologized when she gets too rough, but her big sibling Ninetales reminds her that she only needs to apologize to fellow Pokemon and people

Anytime the Vulpix is off to do something in the daycare (i.e. eating, drinking, etc) she always tells you that she'll be right back, stay here so none of the bigger, meaner Pokemon hurt you!

Little does she know she left you with the meanest Pokemon of all. You wince in anticipation, the Ninetales always starts off by putting their snout directly in what little personal space you have and tells you exactly what it thinks

You are scum. You are a pest. You are a nasty little incon that she would gladly snuff out in a simple spark of its fiery breath (an inferno to you) They would take pleasure if it weren't for it's little sister's fondness for you

So instead they resort to tormenting you. Rolling you around in their mouth, threatening to swallow you. Placing their voluptuous kitsune ass on top you, burying you under their near divine form. Forcing you to make out with their knot, laughing about how it's bigger than you are!

When Vulpix gets back, Ninetales quickly drops your sputtering, dazed form onto the yard's grass. Vulpix asks what happened to you, they want to know if you're ok. Ninetales simply tells her to not worry about it. Whatever happened to that pathetic incon, it's sure she enjoyed it

NFH TBDNVNJVNDNSJGDNFNDNSJFNW E NEED FFFUUCKK UBYFHDFDF PLLEAAEE <333333

Whimpering as the Vulpix pounces again, easily pinning me under her paws and giggling at how my naked body feels squirming beneath her... quickly getting off, apologizing, noticing how bruised up I am... only smiling when I sputter and try to insist that it's okay and that I don't mind...

Her big sibling Ninetales cutting me off with a glare, telling her that its okay and she can be much, much meaner if she wants... the Vulpix cheers right up after that! Going to go eat or mingle with other pokemon, so happy with her toy...

The breath of the Ninetales so warm on my body as it glares, informing me EXACTLY what it thinks of me and only grinning wider when I clench my legs shut to hide my arousal... barely able to weakly thank them, insist that I'm a lucky little shit that their little sister likes me so much, and that I'm lesser than even the weakest bug type...

Sputtering and hurrying to appease it, kissing any part it wants me to from it's throbbing asshole to it's thick knot, giggling as I drool over a cock bigger than me... bruiseng me up and battering me with paws, clenching me in it's maw, leaving me soaked in sweat and reeking of Ninetales...

Vulpix coming back over, little paws making earthquake-like shaking beneath me as I stumble back... looking concerned until her nice big sibling tells her that I'm fine~

Need my life to be reduced to a toy for pokemon in the daycare 😵‍💫💞

[yurisorcerer]

15, 30, 50,

15 yesterday, 30 today, 50 tomorrow. But I am the same person at all three points, because I do not change. Nothing changes.

I am trapped in a time loop of my very own design. Every parameter tweaked to ensure the self-fulfilling prophecies are fulfilled by the self. By remaining unfulfilled, I remain in stasis. Nothing changes.

A thousand miles of text, the world's largest Greek Chorus, pulled together just for me;

you need to do it scared

you need to learn to be ok with people not liking you

you need to learn to communicate better

you need to learn to understand art better

you need to learn to understand

you need to

you need to

you need to

be kind to yourself, but not too kind. Be hard on yourself, but not too hard. Being kind on yourself can lead to acceptance. Acceptance is change. Being hard on yourself can lead to discipline. Discipline creates change. Nothing changes.

Stop talking about what you love, stop talking about what you hate. Stop being so serious, stop being so stupid. Stop talking about killing yourself. Stop.

Nothing changes.

Maw, Paw, it's tragic!

Mr. and Mrs. *****, your sondaughtertrannything has been diagnosed with adhdepressionysphoriaism. She will stay the same her entire life, and despite trying so hard, nothing will fix her! The world moves on; Obama Era, Trump Era. Economic crises. War, disaster, and disease. She'll try apathy, passion, logic, and leftism. She'll try atheism and new religion. It won't work. She remains still.

She's going to be a passive observer in her own life forever.

It's terminal, I'm sorry.

Nothing changes.

She has lost the ability to see herself in the first person, but can still say; I hope when I die, that at least whatever blooms from my corpse is beautiful. She can still say; people say they love me but I can never really believe them. She can still say; It's all my fault. She has been saying all this for a very long time. Nothing changes.

The last

3, 4, 5 - maybe 10. maybe 20.

years have been a blur. Haze and hatred. Fear and loathing from Carbon to Cook; Walnutport to Rogers Park. Medication and caffeine and body odor and hair. Morlock than man. Worse than a woman. Same as it ever was. Her heart is putrefying. She's been thru nothing but always feels like she's fucking dying.

(nothing changes)

She makes some observations

I think I've already been everything that I'll ever be

I think my friends are basically just putting up with me

I think the people who think they love me are missing someone I might've once been

I think a spark inside my chest went out a long time ago

I think if I keep thinking maybe I'll finally have the courage to

Nothing changes!!!!

She's written like this before, too.

She will again. She always has. She's a statue in a lake. She's the ghost in the glass. She is negative space. She's a diamond she'll never dig up. She knows it's too late. She's been dead since day 1.

She's an erased tape. She's a closet of bugs. She's viscera with no context. Bones but no blood. Clean white walls stained with mold that is killing her. She's a poltergeist tossing teapots at a whisperer. She's disgusting. She's awful. She's the absolute worst. She's insulting herself. She hopes that it works. She's a wound begging for a knife. A corpse begging for life. She's a path in the woods with no exits on both ends. She didn't show up to the fight. She is already dead.

Nothing. Changes.

[omniblades-and-stars]

🪨 🎨 🔪 for (one of?) your Shepard!

I'll do both Eden and Frankie!

🪨 Someone gifts your OC a shiny rock. What do they do with it?

Frankie: Frankie has a pack rat's spirit, but has lived most of her life on space stations and ships, so she has not gotten to live her true pack rat life. As such, if the rock is small enough, it's going in her pocket/backpack/combat-grade-fannypack. It is now her lucky charm.

Eden: Eden is going to lovingly put the shiny rock on the shelf next to the hamster, or perhaps next to her computer on her desk.

🎨 Does your OC have any craft skill, as a hobby or profession? If so which?

Frankie: Frankie is not someone I would call crafty. Her hobbies include Tetris and getting into bar brawls. When she needs to do something less destructive, she cleans her gear. The arts just never really called to her, though she does enjoy singing, but she's not a performer by any stretch of the word.

Eden: When Eden was young, she helped her mom with clay sculptures and also with some gardening. But after her mother died, she stopped sculpting (really she was too young to use a kiln and her dad wouldn't touch the workshop even when she begged him to). She likes to keep a small little plant though. Whatever she can keep alive on a spaceship and give her a small connection to her old home, back when the memories were still happy.

🔪 What does your OC think how they’ll die? 

Frankie: Dear Frankie doesn't think a lot about how she'll die again, but she would assume it would have something to do with either getting into a brawl she can't win, or thresher maws, or getting sucked back into space, or some spectacular combination of all three. Actually, when she does go, she wants you to tell everyone that she got in a knife fight on the back of a thresher maw that got ejected into space. It would be absolutely untrue, but where's the fun in "died in the line of duty" or "got double pneumonia in the old folk's home after a long and boring retirement"?

Eden: Eden is absolutely, 100% convinced that she is going to die saving the galaxy from the Reapers and she has made peace with that. She doesn't have a clue about the particulars, of course. There are so many ways she could die over the course of the games. But she's not overly concerned with the how of it, she just knows. It's a feeling she has deep in her bones, a chill she can't quite shake.

[giomagnetism]

180 splat questions for spencer: [tier 0] 12; [tier 2] 10, 27; [tier 4] 3, 30; [tier 5] 5, 20

180 Splatoon OC Questions

12. Favorite type of music?

I think the best answer I can give to this one's "evocative". She doesn't really care about the quality or the genre—though of course she likes high-intensity driving stuff in line with what she makes—and her choice is about as performative as it isn't. Yeah, she unironically likes Taylor Swift. That's because Taylor Swift and especially her early music epitomizes a certain type of femininity and relationship with it, someone with a particular type of girlhood, that hits her where it hurts. Same reason why there's a lot of Avril Lavigne and the like in her library. They might not be "good", but they give her access to a yearning she doesn't usually allow herself, which is what she wants out of music in the first place. Sometimes it's good to scream her lungs out in anger, sometimes it's better to strum along to a life she didn't get to live without a caveat.

She pingpongs around eras as well; while you wouldn't catch her listening to anything but tiktok musicians and girl power anthem bullshit in public, she has a respectable familiarity with 60s/70s/80s music that she draws on for her own compositions. Some of her family got her listening and she figured out she liked the type of musical ideas on display.

10. How often are they in swim form? How does it feel to them?

Spencer's one of those weirdos who would rather be in basal form if she can help it. Who wouldn't want to just fold over and lay on the ground after a bad shift. When she's such an active runner and using it often as she does it's just easier, both to hold together and drop the act of being "put-together" while she's in it. Which is to say it's a comfort to her personally, and she's in it almost about as often as she isn't—given she isn't nursing a wound or anything, ahem, sometimes she'll just lounge around in basal form when she isn't doing anything otherwise.

27. Any body modifications they have or want to get? What’s the story behind them?

Wouldn't you like to know, weatherboy—most of them are hard to find for a reason! Right now Spencer has septum and eyebrow piercings, and by the time she's thirty, a tongue piercing and four tattoos. I'm sure she'll acquire a lip piercing and more ink at some point past that tbh. Not all of them have remarkable stories behind them (yet, at least) because she kind of just went "I can do whatever the fuck I want, now" and then did whatever the fuck she wanted. One of her tattoos was acquired to match with Bernadine and Dacey, a music note behind her left ear; she has another miniature one, a simplified crow, on her right ankle. Later she gets a tramp stamp another at the base of her spine and then a decorative Salmonid glyph-inspired pair of fish on top of her ribs. (For lack of a better anatomical term?)

3. Any scars? How did they get them?

Plenty—at least temporarily. She collects ink-stains and bite marks like she's magnetized to attract them, but the nature of Inkling regeneration is, they tend to fade. I'm sure she has some nicks and more permanent bites but I just haven't bothered to draw them.

And then of course there's the one that circumnavigates her right thigh because it turns out maws bite, actually. But the specifics of how she got that you'll have to wait around and find out!

30. Who do they text or call most often?

Question that's stupidly funny for secret reasons, godbless. It's definitely one of the band members (although I wouldn't be surprised if Grizzco. had some form of texting service to update runners on announcements, emergency notices, that sort of thing? or if it'd have a Splatnet-type widget that updated automatically... whichever way, she opts into those) but... you know, they and her parents are literally the only people who even have her contact info. I'd wager Bernadine but Spencer's just as often in her physical company, so it very well might be Steve, who is the band's main organizer and coordinator and Spencer's go-to person to ask for favors in the unlikely event she doesn't just do it herself.

Yeah, sure, eventually it's Shiloh, but why bother with giving someone your number when fate just glues you together? It's not like either of them are just gonna up and vanish!

5. Anything from their childhood that they still have?

That's. hmm. I don't think she had a lot of things in her childhood to begin with, not that didn't belong to another person or place and she had little more than liberty to borrow. The room in her parents' house which technically belongs to her has plenty of memorabilia they bought for her as a child that has sat collecting dust for a very long time. I'm sure there's a few things she brought with her when she moved out—the start of her collections, stuff she never put up on walls—but most of them were likely more recent acquisitions. Plane tickets, maybe, or knickknacks from some of the towns she lived in, markers of how many times she's walked through a place she couldn't linger. (If you're asking this because you remember something I don't and I do have an answer for this... my bad!)

20. What’s their favorite place they’ve been to? What makes it special?

If asked this to her face, she'd tell you she had no attachment or affection for anywhere she'd stayed, and she'd mean it. Spencer does not cultivate ties. Not to persons, not to places; she tells herself she wants for nothing and does not think about things long enough to do so. But she does, of course; things leave her mark on them whether or not she's cognizant of it. Her hometown and the radius in which her family spread out around it means a lot to her, more than she realizes (nevermind is able to admit) for quite a long time—she's bitter about her childhood, but it wasn't actually miserable, and given the chance to revisit it (with the benefit of hindsight, a little loosening up, and a life she now likes living)... she comes to terms with that.

Basically, it snows up there, and she really does yearn to stuff snow down someone's shirt again.

The answer does change again, though, after she spends awhile traveling—there's a lot of really pretty and interesting and memorable places out there, after all, and she'd never balk at the chance to go visit them again. Though in either case, she has to admit: it isn't so much the physical spot which makes it "special" as it is having someone with her she doesn't mind sticking around.

[floralquafloral]

i know op said in the tags but i already know i'm gonna overanalyze this way too hard to contain my thoughts in there sorry

Pearl's voice might give her the edge in terms of raw power, but she doesn't seem as quick to choose violence. She's got a short temper, sure, but she doesn't seem like she'd try to kill someone for treasure, so I don't think she'd be taking the fight seriously enough to break out the screaming from the start. It goes to Shiver IMO, because she'll be going all-out starting the very second the fight breaks out. And, while Pearl isn't likely to go all-out, judging by Inkopolis News dialogue she's still likely to fight very aggressively, and this will be very bad for her against a Splatana main like Shiver.

Don't know enough about these characters' combat capabilities to be certain. However I think Spyke has the psychological edge, Murch really looks up to him so he might be going into this fight feeling a bit intimidated. That said, Murch is able to do a lot more than Spyke ever could with regards to the services he provides to residents of Inkopolis and later Splatsville. In particular, his ability to track down almost any gear item in only a single day is really impressive and demonstrates that he's no slouch when it comes to getting things done. That's obvi not going to translate directly into combat, but if he's ever done anything like self-defense training, I bet you he took it seriously and learned it well. But that's a big if, so I hesitantly give this one to Spyke.

I have to give it to Tartar. Agent Eight needed assistance from a whole team of allies to take it down, and there was still a lot of good luck involved - like, imagine if NILS had been powered by something like geothermal energy instead of solar energy? If Tartar were to come back and have time to formulate a new scheme, it'd have to be taken out fast, because a last-second save like Eight pulled off will not work twice against this thing. However, if we're just talking about a straight duel here... Then it goes to Four, easy. Tartar is just a floating telephone. It could try to smash into her or something, but like, she can definitely handle that. It's only dangerous if it can start scheming.

Numbers advantage is too significant IMO, this is going to Agent Three and the Captain. Eight could probably take either of them down in a one on one engagement, but not by a wide enough margin that she could still beat them in a 1v2.

Definitely goes to Hugefry. Salmonids are very capable on land, whereas Master Mega seems to really struggle when he's knocked out of his ink. Hugefry doesn't look as suited to terrestrial movement as something like a Cohock, but keep in mind, neither do Flipper Floppers or Maws. There's also likely a pretty massive durability difference here - Hugefry seems roughly similar in scale to something like a Cohozuna. Maybe not quite as big, but certainly comparable, so he's probably seriously tanky. Master Mega, meanwhile, is pretty easy to stun with relatively light weaponry. Hugefry would be able to tank at least 20 shots from an Egg Cannon, I bet - I absolutely wouldn't say the same for Master Mega.

Probably goes to Marie much more often than not, in my opinion, and it largely comes down to their preferred weapons. A roller is absolutely capable of taking down a charger in any regular PvP match of Splatoon, but this isn't a regular match, it's a straight 1v1. Callie has no teammates who could pressure Marie out of position so Callie can catch her, and there's no Splat Zone for her to ink to force Marie into an unsafe approach. As a result, she has no way of getting Marie off of whatever sniper perch she wants to stand on. IF she has a bomb she can throw, which isn't even guaranteed, she still has to put herself within Marie's range to throw it at her. Marie has every advantage in this fight.

Same rationale as in matchup 1 - Frye is quick to violence, while Marina isn't. And in this case, Marina doesn't really have any notable combat feats, so even if she was going all out from the beginning - which she wouldn't be, unlike Frye - she'd still probably be in for a rough time. She was an asset to the Octarian army not for any incredible combat prowess, but for her incredible skill as an engineer. Frye, meanwhile, demonstrates some pretty wild acrobatic abilities in her boss fight, so she's definitely got above-average combat capabilities.

Absolutely goes to Big Man. He's a softhearted guy so he doesn't have the violence advantage of Shiver & Frye, but he's still willing to fight. The Big Shot probably won't commit to the cannon strategy for a 1v1, but it doesn't have any other weapon. Its best bet is to try and drop a cannonball on Big Man's head or something. Meanwhile, Big Man has all his weird sneaky Phanta Manta magic which gives him a huge durability increase. Salmonids have no trouble traversing inkfish ink, but they might still be harmed by Big Man's toxins, and even if not he can just attack directly using bombs. Big Man would also be capable of following the Big Shot into the water if he wants to, so it can't even retreat.

Tough to call. Annie is probably going to be really on edge and that won't do her any favours, but I feel like Flow might just throw the match on purpose. If they've got their buddies around, Craymond might be able to intimidate Annie into surrendering first. But I have my doubts either of these two are willing to commit to an actual fight.

I don't know a lot about Octoling Pearl but I'm giving this to brainwashed Marie. Mostly because she's scary. But it could still go to Octoling Pearl. Being, y'know, the octoling version of Pearl, she's probably a dualies main, which means she can use dodge rolls to make herself hard to shoot. And Marie, being brainwashed, may be fighting more aggressively than a rational combatant would - if Octoling Pearl hides, Marie will probably hunt her down instead of just biding her time from a safe position. That said... Pearl isn't a very tactically advanced fighter, she's impulsive, impatient, and reckless, at least according to the Inkopolis News dialogue. If Octoling Pearl shares these traits, she almost definitely isn't going to stop and force Marie to approach her - she's probably going to rush Marie in a straight line and get sniped.

Please share any thoughts about these points with me I could happily analyze these for hours.

splatoon matchup post go

(tag with the matchup number and who wins it)

pearl vs shiver

spyke vs murch

agent 4 vs commander tartar

agent 8 vs agent 3 and captain 3

hugefry vs master mega

marie vs callie

marina vs frye

big man vs big shot

annie vs flow

brainwashed marie vs octoling pearl

[dreaminlittlenightmares]

If any of the antagonists had relationships, what were they like? Worst heartbreaks? (Sorry if I send too many)

No worries, friend! Ask away!!

The Maw

the Janitor: Kind of a push over, to be honest. He likes to feel appreciated, so he'll do whatever you ask for the praise. His last relationship ended because his partner was tired his doormat personality

the Twin Chefs: Neither have been in a relationship, but they both boast they'll be the best significant other ever! You get food and games. But please, have the curtsy to tell them apart

the Lady: Doesn't usually enter relationships because she picks career over love. Her partners often put her on a high pedestal and it gets annoying really fast. Ends relationships by killing her partner (somehow, the Thin Man is still alive...)

the Granny: Also doesn't usually enter relationships, but because she thinks her admirers aren't worth the time. Her worst heartbreak came from someone who told her she'll never be happy. She drowned them for their insolence

Pale City

the Hunter: Wants to date again, but the world has gone to hell. Literally a tsundere, so expected mixed signals with him. Worst breakup ended when his partner chose the tv over him

the Teacher: Surprisingly docile and caring, until things turn intimate. Partners MUST be into pain, or she’s going to say no. She’s only been in two relationships because of that rule, and both ended on good terms

the Doctor: The doting type. Like to praise his partners and treat them with the same delicacy as his patients. Unfortunately, makes him appear clinging; and his last relationship ended because his partner needed the space

the Thin Man: Too shy to ask out anyone, but it’ll probably be a fun relationship more than romantic. Sure, kissing is nice; but have you ever tried holdings hands?

The Nest

the Craftsman: A mix between a jerkward and a loyal lover. Has dated many, but few lasted longer than a week. Worst breakup for him was when around the time he lost his tongue. Partner couldn’t handle the stress anymore than him

the Butler: Has dated very few and often reflects on them when he’s at his loneliest. His worst break up happened a few months after he started working at the Nest. He had a fiancé, but they break up over letter when he didn’t return

the Pretender: Too young to date, but she has a fantasy boyfriend in her mind. He just needs to get past her spoiled nature and the Butler's protectiveness first

Extras

the Ferryman: Has been on one relationship. He doesn’t like to talk about it, but many suspect the North Wind had something malicious to do with it

the Mirror Man: Has never been in a direct relationship with anyone, but is open to the idea. If you can get past the fact that he’s stuck in a mirror world and has tendrils for a head, he’s willing to go the extra mile for you

the North Wind: Has been in relationships before, and a good chuck of them ended well. Their worst heartbreak was when someone tried to fly to them, but ended up jumping to their death

[voidendron]

also 🗡🗡🗡🗡 for your Exarchs-turned-OCs 😈

Send 🗡️ and I will rate my muse’s danger level in several category in a number of stars out of 5. (Max: ★★★★★)

I got the BIGGEST grin at seeing this one ty November ajklsd;jdskl. YES let me ramble about my children >:D Draya up top, the rest below the cut!

Zar Draya

Raw Power: ★★★★★

She's carefully honed both her Force-sensitivity and brute strength to be able to comfortably--and to deadly efficiency--be able to tear through her enemies regardless of whichever she's using. Her physical enhancements from Project: Exarch only increased her brute strength further.

Formal Training: ★★★

She was trained to be a Knight from the time she was old enough. However, as she's still quite young, she has much yet to learn, and would have continued some form of informal training on her Fortress had she not been killed, to further round out her skills.

Combat Experience: ★★

Hasn't seen many battles. Most of her combat experience stems from protecting the Spire as a Knight, and facing Nox and the Barsen'thor were her first true opponents outside the training ring.

Willingness to Kill: ★★★★

She'll take prisoners if ordered, but prefers to end it there. She has no qualms against taking the life of anyone who opposes Zakuul.

Previous Victims: ★★★

Most victims consist of criminals on the Spire, and the occasional Alderaan nobles who were ruining Zakuul's "entertainment." Has an average body count for someone in a war and formerly one of the policing bodies on her home planet.

Jom Vanten

Raw Power: ★★★

His Exarch enhancements came more in the form of inhuman calculations and speed/agility. He's not meant for brute-forcing anything, and instead relies more so on wearing his opponent down and calculating what their next move will be long before they make it so he can react accordingly.

Formal Training: ★★★★★

Graduated from the Academy to become a Knight. While not top of his class, he passed with flying colors.

Combat Experience: ★★★

Most combat experience is from dealing with criminals on Zakuul, though has gone planetside on Hoth a few times to gather things that may be of interest to Zakuul, where he got into skirmishes with White Maw.

Willingness to Kill: ★★★★★

Due to the Project essentially erasing his mind and making it programmable, he'll do literally whatever his higher-ups tell him to without question. He feels not an ounce of guilt or remorse, and unless strictly ordered otherwise, he'll go straight for the kill.

Previous Victims: ★★★★

Aside from the Bothawui Fortress Exarch (yet undesigned/unamed), Jom has the highest kill count of his peers. He doesn't hesitate to have his Fortress fire upon Hoth's surface, and has decimated White Maw forces there, as well as caught various others in the blasts. He's also killed a number of his own Knights, both directly and indirectly, because he calculated it was "worth the loss" or that they'd make the same mistake again and weren't worth the risk of having around.

Lesin Tyn

Raw Power: ★★★

He just waits for his opponents to exhaust themselves as they deal blow-after-blow to him that heal in record time, then he goes in for his own attacks when they start slowing down. Rather than overpower, he out-endures, allowing his self-healing and-repair systems to do all the work. If it wasn't for his mostly-cybernetic body and the abilities built into it, he'd lose in hand-to-hand combat, as his physical strength is lacking in his old age.

Formal Training: ★★★★★

Graduated from the Academy. Also, being the oldest of his peers, he's had plenty of time to keep learning and bettering himself.

Combat Experience: ★★★★

He's straight-up just been around a lot longer than the other Exarchs, so has the experience to match. When battles need a little extra help, he'd put one of his trusted Knights in charge of his Fortress so he could leave and aid the battle (usually in form of tactical know-how, and actually fighting only when necessary), and before the Project he'd dealt with a lot of criminals on Zakuul.

Willingness to Kill: ★★★★★

Only Arcann or Vaylin themselves can keep Lesin from killing an enemy to Zakuul once they're at his feet.

Previous Victims: ★★★

Doesn't really have that big of a kill count. Mostly criminals, and a handful of enemy forces in battles to expand Zakuul's reach. Enough to give him experience, but that's about it.

Forta Gair

Raw Power: ★★

If anything, her Exarch enhancements decreased Forta's physical strength. She can move in ways and at speeds no normal human ever should, and bend in ways that make her limbs appear artificial, but when it comes down to brute force, she's...lacking. She's built to move quickly to reach her opponent's weak points, not to take or deal a blow. Her Force-sensitivity is a bit weaker than her peers', too. She's instead learned to outsmart and outmaneuver her opponents.

Formal Training: ★★★

Didn't attend the Academy, and instead trained alongside Zotar from retired Knights. Only underwent any sort of formal training after the Project.

Combat Experience: ★★★

Similar to the majority of her peers: Most of it's from facing Zakuulan criminals before the Project.

Willingness to Kill: ★★★★★

She's the most likely of the group to disobey a direct order. If she wins, she wins, and the fate of her opponent should be up to her as far as she's concerned. If they opposed Zakuul, they deserve only death, and only Arcann himself could stay her hand (or Vaylin, because she's scary, too).

Previous Victims: ★★★

She's in charge of the Belsavis Star Fortress - the way she sees it, the criminals of that planet are all pests. She has prisoners killed and/or experimented on on the regular, and her body count got considerably higher than a lot of the other Exarchs' as a result, though still nowhere near if she'd actually had her Fortress fire upon the prison-planet.

Tarso Gren

Raw Power: ★★★

Like Forta, Tarso wasn't enhanced to be able to brute force anything. He's light on his feet and can't deal or take much of a hit. His Force-sensitivity, however, is considerably stronger than Forta's, and allows him to strong-arm certain situations that his physical strength probably couldn't on its own.

Formal Training: ★★★★★

Was trained as an engineer before attending the Academy to graduate as a Knight. Better with machines than combat, but can still wield a shield and saber pike with the same ease as his peers.

Combat Experience: ★★

Solely with criminals on Zakuul before the Project.

Willingness to Kill: ★★★★

More practical than a lot of the others, but still has no qualms against ending a life if it's the better option.

Previous Victims: ★★

A few criminals on Zakuul who made him resort to killing them, but that's it.

Andur Melor

Raw Power: ★★★★

Pretty strong in both body and Force abilities. He's probably second-strongest of the Exarchs, right behind Draya. If he wanted to, Andur could easily brute force a situation, either by strong-armijg his opponent, or using the Force to subdue them.

Formal Training: ★★★★★

Not only did Andur graduate the Academy to become a Knight at the top of his class, he also took extra lessons on the side from both current and retired Knights to further hone his skills.

Combat Experience: ★★

Solely with criminals on Zakuul before the Project.

Willingness to Kill: ★★

The other Exarchs tend to find Andur "too soft." He's willing to talk peacefully and doesn't go into a situation wanting a fight. He'll kill if his hand is forced, but he'd much rather subdue his opponent than end their life.

Previous Victims: ★

His kill count is exactly one person: A criminal from Breaktown, who tried to bomb a shuttle port. Andur didn't even kill her himself - she got herself cornered and fell off the damn Spire because she didn't watch her step when she backed away from him.

Ren Zotar

Raw Power: ★★★

While he can hold his own in a fight, he relies a lot on his Exarch enhancements to win his duels. Able to slice and reprgram machines with ease just by being in their immediate vicinity, he can call on an army of machines to do his fighting for him. He relies on his machines - specifically, stolen Republic walker After Shock who's his favorite of the bunch - to wear down his opponents to the point he can leap in with his pike ready.

Formal Training: ★★★

Never actually attended the Academy. He received informal Knight training directly from other, retired, Knights, and from personal trial-and-error. He was made a Knight after showing he had the same skills as Academy-trained ones. He was accepted when he volunteered for the Project because of his natural skills and loyalty to Zakuul, and it was only then that he underwent any formal training.

Combat Experience: ★★★★★

He was made the Exarch of the Old World. While certainly not the intention when he was put in place there, he took to the Eternal Championship like a moth to flame. He's fought and won countless battles in the arena, and uses his fame to keep control of the Old World and even Brraktown to some extent, with far more ease than any Knight before him.

Willingness to Kill: ★★★★★

Very few of his opponents in the arena walk away alive. He doesn't hold back, and won't hesitate to strike them down himself, or order one of his machines to do the dirty work for him.

Previous Victims: ★★★

Consist mostly of former arena opponents, and the occasional Zakuulan criminals. He's not as worried about criminals, however - he knows there's a lot where he's in charge, and is instead more worried about keeping things in check so Arcann can focus on more important things.

[all-hallows-evie]

Chapter 1: Marooned

Rating: T, for language, Canon Typical Violence/Action. Honestly, this chapter isn't that bad, the T rating is just in case I forgot about something lol

Wordcount: 3,776

Warnings: Canon typical violence and adventure, female OC with name × Tech slowburn, but not too slow lol, NOT BETA'D, because if I have to stare at this first chapter again I'm not going to post it.

A/N: HAPPY TECH TUESDAY, LOOK I'M FINALLY POSTING SOMETHING, WHEEEEEEEEEEE

There were bad ideas, really bad ideas and then there was this.

The ship hums under her feet as it trudges through the far corner of the mid rim, chugging along on it’s route without any sign of trouble or disruption from it’s preplanned course.

It should have been a routine pillaging, something she had placed firmly in the ‘great ideas’ list but instead it had turned into a routine mutiny and finished the day as a routine marooning. She sighs as she lays her head back against the seamless panel behind her.

Fucking pirates. 

She has been stranded on the old freighter for at least two moons, but it was hard to say with certainty. The droids that man the ship have no need to eat so more often than not they forget to pass along anything to keep her mounting hunger at bay, adding along to the lack of any kind of panel to the outside world, getting her bearings is proving to be more difficult than usual. 

She hisses a swear to drown out the low growl of her belly and focuses her gaze on the far corner of the room. Another day, another chance to count the diamond shaped tiles above her cell, she swears the number changes every other time she counts. She doesn’t get farther than eighteen when the door of the maintenance room blows open. 

The dust fills the room, hiding everything under its grimy shadow. The grit in the air crackles as it’s pushed against the red of the electron walls that keep her prisoner with the ships cooling coils and a water filtration unit that has calcified and has never been fixed.  

"Well look at that, we found it! Lucky break!"

"Luck had nothing to do with it, if you had studied the schematics of this cruiser like I had asked-"

"Yeah yeah yeah." The first figure, a hulking shadow in the doorway brushes off the smaller one as he stomps into the suddenly too tiny room.

"The memory core should be at the end of the-" the smaller of the two figures stops in front of her cell as the big one charges towards the end of the room without stopping. They launch themselves into the piles of junk thrown haphazardly inside, "That's concerning."

"Concerning? You see someone in a cage and you go with ‘concerning’?" She replies as she pulls herself up to standing. She takes in his armor, modified clone armor from the looks of it painted pale with a bright red stripe down his chest, his eyes slightly magnified by the goggles on his face, the rest hidden by the elongated helmet.

"According to the intel we were provided there weren't supposed to be life forms aboard." He seems irritated to see her.

"Good old Republic intel, still living up to its reputation."

The other clone approaches, he rips open the metal box in his hands and yanks out the core as if the casing was made of thick flimsy and nothing more, "I've got the thing, time to go!"

She watches, dumbstruck for a moment as her ticket out starts to head for the gaping maw that used to be a door, "Wait, you're taking the old database?" The two of them stop and turn, "It's not complete! It's missing pieces of the coordinates!" Firefek she didn't want to sound desperate but she was.

"Likely story-" The big one chuckles.

"I was trying to steal it too, I almost got all of it before my crew turned on me!"

"A mercenary or a pirate? No matter, I trust you even less now."

She had never wanted to punch anyone's face as hard as she wanted to punch his, "Check the core Goggles, I swear to you! It's missing pieces!" He hesitates and in that baited pause she knows she has him, "Please, just let me out and drop me off wherever you dock next. You can have my data chip. No harm, no foul, just get me out."

The one with the goggles glares at her, the yellow tinted transparisteel of his visor snapping downl before he turns to the bigger man. Klaxons ring all around as he scans the core with a handheld device, but it's taking up time they do not have.

The two clones share a look, silently deciding her fate.

The bigger one caves first, "Aww c'mon Tech, we can't leave her! You saw what's on this ship, she'll be a goner on some mining planet!"

"Under normal circumstances I might agree but she's caged for a purpose, and I'm disinclined to put any trust in her."

"How much damage can she do? She’s smaller than you are!" 

Tech, the one in the goggles, sighs before he turns back around to face her, "If we spring you, you play by our rules. You follow our orders, no complaints, no rebuttals and if you put one toe out of line-"

"Out the airlock, understood." She nods furiously, hands pressed against the panel as she watches Tech short out the electron wall holding her hostage, the panel shudders and then it spews sparks on to the ground as the red fades and she's finally able to step through. 

"Lets go shortie!" 

"Wait, let me just grab-" She scrambles to the other side of the wall, trying to pull at something from the top of a shelf. The bigger clone reaches over and tosses the crate to the floor. She throws open the top and snatches out a bantha leather bag and a helmet.

"Run!"

Tech doesn't have to tell her twice, the three of them bolt out of the door and into the corridor, the lights above flash in time with the klaxons. There is a low rumble that joins the hum of the hyperspace engine, as whatever security droids are on board begin to activate.

"Back to the ship, short stuff!" 

The three of them book it down the darkened halls, ducking behind walls and crates as the first cluster of security droids pass through.

She tosses her bag across her shoulder, slinging it against one side of her hip, clipping it into place with snaps sewn into her jacket. They watch three more droids pass them by before she speaks again, "My name's Nox, by the way." 

"Doesn't sound like a girl's name." The big one chuckles, so deep and rumbling it almost feels like a growl.

"Well it's the only name I've got. My parents named me a bit of a mouthful, Nox just works better."

"Clear." Tech calls out and they continue on their way heading to the service hangar where their ship hopefully was waiting for them.

"How'd you end up out here?" The big one asks, with every flash of light above them she can see more of the large scary face painted roughly on his helmet, lines thrown on haphazardly only to be scraped away by carbon scoring.

She is about to answer when she is shoved back into a corner by Tech. He slaps a hand over her mouth before she can yelp, the leather slightly singed, it smells of electricity and grease.

“Wait.”

"I'm getting tired of all this sneaking around, I say we blow our way outta here!" The big one growls.

"We’re almost there Wrecker, it would be pointless to try now."

She shoves Tech's Hand away, "Blow your way out of here, are you insane? With the amount of baby on board you'd blow us into the next dimension!"

There are a few beats of silence before both helmets turn towards her.

"Baby?" Wrecker repeats but is shushed by Tech.

"You don't mean baradium-"

"Bisulfate? I absolutely do! There were containers of the stuff in the holding bay."

"This Imperial ship is headed somewhere to mine thorilide?" He repeats, tone stressed over every syllable in the word ‘Imperial’.

"That or some unlucky planet is about to be wiped from existence."

"The location of the Republic thorilide mines have been kept under the utmost security for ages, not even the Jedi Council was ever advised of its location."

"Can’t say I blame them, I barely trust them with those glowy sticks of death." She murmurs, making lightsaber sounds with her mouth as Wrecker snickers.

"Stop that. Do you know where this ship was heading? Do you have a copy of the manifest?"

"What, your amazing Republic recce didn't get you that information shiny?" He glares back at her, brows pinching together behind the dark frames of his goggles, "Maker! Did those cloners take your sense of humor? Yes, I know where this ship is going."

"Bet Cid’s contact would pay more for that bit of info." Wrecker’s grin can be heard even through the plastoid of his helmet.

Tech meanwhile has typed something to a com on his wrist, "Hunter, there's been a complication."

"What kind of complication?"

"There is more on board this ship than just the republic database-"

"What do you mean?"

"This ship is a mining vessel, out to mine thorilide."

Tech’s wrist comm goes silent, just quiet static while the voice on the other line thinks, "Ordinance?"

Both clones look at her, she nods emphatically, "Ordinance, med supplies, if there was coaxium on board I wouldn't be surprised, this place is the motherlode."

"Quite a bit of supplies on board, it would seem."

The comm goes quiet again for a few moments, "We don't have time for this, it's only a matter of time before they realize that your cruiser is stolen. Grab what you went in for and leave."

Tech shakes his head, it's so tiny and quick that if she wasn't looking at him in that moment she would have missed it, "Where is it being kept?" 

"Up, five or so floors unless I've miscounted."

"Tech, Wrecker, Get out of there, now!" The voice on the other end grows more and more irritable as they stand around in silence.

"We'll be out as soon as possible." Tech replies curtly as he cuts the comm. He makes it sound so easy like they were stopping by the nearest market to pick up fruit, instead of about to hijack high quality explosives from Imperial custody, "Lead the way."

"What? Just like that?"

"Are there, or are there not these items on board?"

"Yes." 

"You swear?" Wrecker leans in close, hovering over her.

"Yeah."

Tech nods, "Vital signs are stable, no signs of heightened stress-"

"What if I'm just a really good liar?"

"You can try all you want my dear, but the data doesn't lie."

"Does he do this to you too? I'm finding it a bit creepy-" She asks Wrecker as her eyebrow raises.

"You get used to it."

"Weird, so weird…" she mutters to herself as she turns and peeks around the corner. She looks around for anything that is familiar, when she sees a maintenance lift at the very end of the hall to the right. She motions them forward, and silently they sneak their way closer to the lift. She turns her attention to her side as she digs in her bag, her fingers grasp at the odd collection of junk in her pockets until her hand finally wraps around the cool metal of her code cylinder and she can finally stop holding her breath.

Tech's hand on her shoulder pulls her back to the task on hand as he drags her back a few steps. The catwalk above them from here to the lift is no more than a shoddy looking set of grates that creak as a group of security droids march along their patrol, oblivious to the three of them below. 

“The maintenance lift?" Tech sniffs as they come to a stop at its doors. He raises hand to push his goggles back into place, "Perhaps you have failed to notice but none of us are maintenance droids, the moment you try to access that panel they will -”

“They’ll what?” She asks as she jams the cylinder into the port, the lift clicks open silently and she steps inside. 

“The alarms-”

“What alarms? According to this," she snaps her code cylinder from the panel and drops it back into her bag, lost again to the chaos of the random junk held within, "I'm a maintenance droid doing routine inspections. How stupid do you think I am?”

"Hey hey, this one's pretty smart huh Tech?!" Wrecker is thrilled.

"Pirate." She reminds, "You don't see many my age that aren't intelligent and I'll give you one guess as to why."

The doors silently click open and before they can step out a team of at least half a dozen well armed sentry droids roll past. 

They all leap from the inside of the lift and fall into a crouch behind a stack of supply crates. They wait for a few moments before Tech quickly peeks over, "They don't seem to have spotted us."

"Fuck, there weren't this many when we tried this the first time." She swears a few more times under her breath.

"We should do this my way." Wrecker offers.

"What's that mean, what does he mean?!" Nox looks nervously over to Tech, "He doesn't mean-?"

"Explosives and violence? He absolutely does," Tech sighs, “ and I'm afraid we are running low on options and even lower on time. Wrecker, what does your ordinance look like?"

“But you said I couldn't bring any?”

“Yes, and when was the last time you actually listened?”

Wrecker, the fun if not absolutely homicidal one, pulls out a couple of detonators, a roll of plastic tape, a half dozen hand grenades and three droid poppers.

“Great, nice to know you could have turned us into a small sun if I hadn't told you about the baby on board.”

"Everything save for the poppers is far too dangerous to use around those crates." Tech hisses, "Any more of those brilliant pirate ideas floating around in your head?"

She chews on her lip for a moment, wracking her brain for anything else that might be useful as she ignores Tech's sarcastic tone. Apart from the crates on this floor littered with treasure, there didn't seem to be anything of any use...except for the busted water filter. “How big of a distraction do you think it would take to get all those sentries away from the haul?”

“It would need to be something quite large or destructive enough to threaten the integrity of the ship.”

“The water filtration system on board is completely calcified, I don't think it was ever fixed since there are only droids on board. If you could flood that with enough pressure the entire pipe should burst-”

“And flood the entire floor, along with the engine room, that might just do it.” He’s on his data pad before the words are even out of his mouth, he scans the room all around and matches it with the wireframe schematics on his screen. He stalks his way backwards until he finds the panel he is looking for. He pops it open easily and then begins to slice into the mainframe of the ship, “On my count, take Wrecker to wherever the baby is, let him handle it. You get your hands on as much of the medical supplies as you can, the security onboard is a little tighter than I would have preferred so I will have to stay here and continue to flood the filter.”

“Oh, easy.”

“Think you can handle all that tiny?” Wrecker’s thundering chuckle threatens to give away their location even with the steady moan of the alarms overhead.

She grins, Wrecker is back to being the fun one, “Try and keep up.”

There is a sound of roaring water all around them as tech funnels every liquid on the ship into the filter, then a sound like an explosion a couple of feet below them rocks the ship like a lightning strike. 

The sound of the alarm overhead changes as every droid on the floor turns away and heads to a lowering platform, all instructed to assist with the burst pipe.

“That’s our cue!” 

She shoves Wrecker forward playfully before they both break into a sprint toward the storage rooms where their bounty is being held. She points to one of the rooms as they approach, "This one's your big boy!"

The door is sealed shut, but not for long. Wrecker doesn't slow, instead he hunches low, bringing his shoulders down and tucking his chin into the collar of his armor before he barrels straight through, punching a hole through the doors with enough force to make even her teeth rattle.

She dips into the storage room across the hall, thanking the stars that her haul wasn't locked away like his was. She rips open any crate within arms reach, tossing open the tops and letting them scatter around the room wherever they land. She snatches bacta patches and hypos by the handful and packs the crate as full as she can, slamming her entire body weight against it to get it to close. She drags it out into the hall, placing it by the door before she bolts into the room right beside the one Wrecker is standing in. 

Wrecker watches her disappear into the room, the four small crates of explosives tucked carefully under his arms, “Wait, where are you-”

His question is answered as another crate hits the floor beside him. She comes running out of the room, grabbing this second crate by the handle and yanking it along, “Perfect! Not a single explosion! Love that for me!”

Wrecker bends down to offer her a hand but she has already snatched up the first trunk and is flying down the hall with them. She's faster than Wrecker would have believed she would be capable of with the two crates almost her height. She almost trips over herself as she stops and with a swift kick, the second crate lands at Tech's feet, “Come on 20/20, cut her loose, let's go!”

“What’s in that- I specifically ordered you to only carry medical supplies.”

“Yeah well, it sounds like you are used to not being listened to so, ship. Now!”

Wrecker races past, hopping off of the side and down to the level below, the halls are empty as all hands are called to help with the floor that is flooding. 

Nox peeks over the side, she watches as Wrecker sets the small boxes of baby down beside him, "Toss your crate!" He calls up. She nods and yanks the crates handle, flipping it up and off of the edge with a nudge from Tech. 

She helps him in turn, as they gingerly haul the crate full of ordinance over the edge before tossing it below. 

Wrecker sets the crates to one side before turning back to catch Nox, but she's already climbing down. Her fingers dig into spots on the wall where she should not be able to have any grip. She finds her own way down and with a little hop, lands right beside Wrecker as Tech lands beside her. The clang of his boots echoes down the empty hallway. "We'll need to make our way through the flooded floor of the ship in order to get back to the hangar." Tech types away at his data pad again before picking up the side of his crate.

Nox follows close beside the two clones, tossing the crate up onto her back to avoid making any unnecessary scraping sounds as they get closer to the flooded area, the sound of pouring water gets louder and louder with every floor. The next floor they walk through has the water barely deep enough to wash over the toes of their boots, but it rises rapidly after that. By the time they are on the same floor as the hangar, the water has risen up to their knees and Nox has a harder time trying to distract her mind from where all of this stagnant water has been hiding this whole time.

“Holding out ok over there tiny?” Wrecker chuckles. 

She turns to answer, when everything becomes...not alright. Her next step slips out from under her and she goes flying forward, crashing face first into the dark disgusting water, the crate on her back keeping her under the surface as she struggles to pull herself back up to standing. 

A hand at the back of her collar pulls her back up into fresh air, slimy water pours from her mouth and nose as she gags. She doesn't need to clear the water from her eyes to know what the dark figures that are starting to line the hallway are. Tech and Wrecker are on either side of her, blasters raised as the sentry droids file in.   

“I'm hoping you can fight better than you can swim.” Tech calls over as Wrecker leaps over them both and charges straight into one of the sentries.  Tech keeps a few of the others at bay, clipping them with bright bolts from his twin deecees, but it's not enough. She rubs the slime from her face and charges right behind Wrecker, using her entire body to check a droid in her path, she grabs the blaster from its hands as it goes tumbling backwards and into the water. Techs shots ring out around her as he stays behind, watching over the crates behind him. Wrecker tears through any droids that get within reach, sparks flying on to the water before they sizzle and die. She concentrates her fire on any droids Tech misses until the hall is clear.

"There'll be a second platoon on their way, we better get a move on." Tech calls back to them, she tosses the almost empty blaster into the water beside her.

"Are you always just, you know?" She makes growling and ripping sounds at Wrecker.

He laughs, "Not often enough." 

She stifles her laughter behind her hand as she walks back to where Tech is to retrieve the case of medical supplies, for a brief moment the last couple of days are forgotten and even the slime on her skin is the last thing on her mind. For a brief moment she was back with her men, waiting for that score of a lifetime, but when she grabs the handle of the crate and looks back it’s the clone armor that reminds her she is in fact alone. The sudden quiet of sadness doesnt last long as the doors behind them open and a new series of drods begin their march towards them. 

“Incoming!”

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[bigchampa]

Struggling inside the box was... A woman? Seemingly not human with fox-like features, ears and a tail. They struggled hard against the bindings they were put in while inside the cage that Champa just unwrapped.

"Allow me to explain! You wished for more power as a present and I certainly racked my brain as to how I could provide that for you... Then it hit me, your powerful stomach is the source of your power, taking in all and absorbing their power- As such, I present a god from my world! Although whatever power she may provide is minimal compared to you... It was the best I could do on such short notice!"

Champa was actually speechless, staring at the anon with an awed expression. "A mortal managed to nab a deity? That's actually very impressive. Thank you, I'll be sure to absorb her puny power and add her to my forms!" This fox can see the giant feline, looming over the cage with a wicked grin. It would be scary in her perspective. "At least she has an impressive figure and reminds me of Liquiir...." He licked his lips. "She'll do nicely~"

He grabbed the cage with the woman inside and lifted it over his mouth, opening his maw wide before slowly pushing it in. He didn't even bother putting her out the cage, she'll be digested and absorbed quickly.