#WITH OUR SONAS AS ALIENS

[catz-dagger]

CREDITS TO THE UHH REF THING AND ITS FOR KIRBS BANNER ALIEN SERVER THING

theultimatesweet created it :3

[vilqyzilpy]

"irken" sona/self portrait

[clown-machine]

@ash-angelic

tattoo design commission for abigail

[meeb-motes]

meet our sona ,,,

MEEB !!

[pt: Meeb ]

It’s our collective sona and it’s 100% human and not an alien !!

it’s the cringiest lil guy ever and likes munching on pebbles :33

She uses any prns btw !! :33

-Vee

( the name is actually one of collective nicknames which came from somone mispronouncing our name which is Méabh as Meeb :33 )

[ahbasta09]

The two aliens (ur oc)with dema

I wanna see our sona's interact

If ur still taking art asks ofc

U don't have to do it all if u don't want too. Ur are is just So good I wanna eat it *yum yum*

:0 @idkdema

The alien gang xD

Aaaaaaa thank you > <💕 but pls don't eat my art-

Oh shoot I didn't see your second request I'M SORRY-

[styllwaters]

Mini art dump raaagh!! 💥

First image is an oc for my discord server's Space Station AU! You might have seen it floating around in the spec bio tag. Basic premise is a whole bunch of our sophonts living together on a giant space station named Karen. Si'Saak is a shore-dweller crawler working as a security guard.

Next up we got more server shenanigans. Just some silly doodles for a sophont theatre thing where all our aliens dress up as each other! Shown here is hypothetical masks for sea crawlers featuring @shuttlecarrier's geolings and @arkelyon's maanuls!! (who also helped me design the sea crawler armour lol ty MT <3)

Aaand lastly a geoling sona for the seal army. Really swag epic species go check them out right now

[kibbycarnival]

1 Base 2 Artists challenge with my best friend and our cat-sonas!

He did the little guy called Cornbread while I did Kibby the alien cat!

[mrfroag]

Froag! Does/will your autumn life thingy look any different then your regular sona?

Yup! Me, Doody, and Maruu are the Alience, and our whole idea is that we’re just little alien guys trying to see what humanity is all about :D

Here’s my little alien froag design <3!!

[fvaleraye]

we thought about how a lot of symbiotes, especially in the comics, get stronger and a new look if they last long enough for one reason or another. then we remembered abt our spider-sona and we wanted to do a hypothetical "Catastrophe II" so ye also, small aside facts we forgot to bring up on the art itself bc we drew this rlly late: - alien tech used to make the suit has been completely subsumed, it's JUST the symbiote now - NOT anti-venom kind of symbiote, just a stronger version of herself

[ntls-24722]

Might be a weird question, but you know how humans tend to anthropomorphize animals and objects and such like in fiction?

Either by just giving them human language and thoughts, or by also making the animals/objects stand on two legs or an upright pose and more human like anatomy in the case with furries and such?

Or even give themselves features of animals like my sona with deer ears and legs and a long tail and such?

Or in ancient Egypt with the depictions of gods with animal heads

Or heck even just furries and fursonas

On Bolur, in any era, do the homo mousike ever anthropomorphize animals or objects in their art and stories? How would a Debu/Zebraman/elf fursona look like? How would they visually anthropomorphize other things in their art and stories?

I think about these things sometimes (when it comes to alien life/spec biology in general)

OOOOH. I LIKE THIS QUESTION A LOT.

So first: Yes, they anthropomorphize their animals and objects! Definitely now when their collective histories just began, but especially so in Zebraman culture all throughout their history, when their entire lives are centered around their animals (recent update, I need to flesh it out). Just about every zebraman god is animal-based because of it, and zebramen have way more societies focused on stewarding the land and its animals.

Debu anthropomorphize objects slightly more than other homo mousike - when nothing around you is your size, you relate to the things that are, and generally those things were the things made for you. They give them faces and have these masks or collective objects dedicated to concepts or people, or a particular figure is embued with a spirit of their own.

As for fursonas...

Ok, here on out, I'm gonna be calling them pycnofiberies, since everything here will be based on the night cloe. This is the debu Dog so I think this is a good candidate for furry-ization, and just for simplicity I'll use the night cloe for the zebrapeople anthros, too.

So, first thing off the bat - the most obvious anthromorphization for debu is sizing everything to their just like we do, it's just more obvious now that they're huge. The front teeth are usually really bunched together and seperate from the others on Bolur and while fusing together into beaks or tusks is common, the teeth are often seperate, like they are in night cloes. Debu often fuse them together to make them resemble tusks more ( since gaps in teeth are kind of uncanny to them) and add a beard, even if it's just stubble to their anthros, the same way we add our hair. They also add a mouthglow! In cartoons, Debu mouthglows sometimes are neon colored rather than just white as an exaggeration of the minute color differences in actual mouthglows, either to tell apart individual debu, as stylization or to be more obvious to the yellow-blue colorblind zebrapeople. (which is why yellow and green dyes are so rare - the species that develops the most dyes don't percieve greens and yellows very well.)

Also, a hump, in the same way we add boobs to everything regardless of the boobage in the actual animal. Humps in debu are attractive in both sexes, and are usually added regardless of the intent on making a character attractive.

And of course, for expressions, the nostrils are exaggeratedly large, no matter what animal it's on.

There's also the exaggeration of facial discs in night cloes the same way ears are in our furries, sometimes so extreme the edges jut out from the face. There's also a feature in a lot of "mary sues"/"gary stus" where the claws are overgrown - in Debu cultures, gods are often depicted with overgrown, curved hooves to demonstrate their age and "mythical-ness", as it's an occurrence in elderly debu but not a very common one. So, to show power, alongside a brightly glowing mouth, mary sue cloesonas have great, curved claws. There's also the "beastars" style hands, where they'll give their hooved hands to animals with little other animalistic detail.

Then there's cloe-girls and "angels"

Debu recognize facial discs as the ears of a cloe, but don't put them at their ears, they put them at the same place they see them - around the eyes. They have the same catgirl ear inaccuracies as us!

There's also angels, winged debu. They have the same gig as us where they just slap cloe wings on there without regard to homologous structures.

Now onto zebrapeople anthros!

Zebramen do the same thing as us, making their pycnofiberies stand on 4 or 6 legs rather than all 6 or 8 (depending on the -pedalism). Zebraelves though, as they are equally hexapodal as they are octopodal, do a mix of both, sometimes relating to sex - "drone" and "queen" pycnofiberies (they project their genders/sexes onto non-eusocial animals too) are often more hexapodal than their worker counterparts, as queen zebraelves are sometimes restricted to hexapodality on account of sometimes being too gravid to walk on all 8's, and drones just generally being found on cloeback or on the ground, where zebraelves usually assume a hexapodal posture. "Taurs" are also very common.

There's also the arm situation when it comes to night cloes specifically, because cloes generally have "plantigrade" forearms, while zebrapeople have "digigrade" forearms; their arm appears to have a second joint. Just like how we deal with digigrade legs in our furries, pycnofiberies have it either-or.

So - this is corny? (just because of the focus on stripes, the one thing that zebras are known for) but a beauty/aesthetically pleasing convention in zebrapeople is the "stripe continuation" comparable to how we like facial symmetry. It's attractive to them to have... geometric integrity with their stripes, which is why monobrows are seen as more attractive than broken brows. It's more exaggerated in zebraelves because their black and white stripes are more common, and they serve more of a purpose than they do in zebramen. Following this, cartoon zebrapeople's faces often are depicted with very simplistic X's, swooping stripes, or are made with "one line". So, abiding by toony laws, so are their pycnofiberies!

Their pycnofiberies have their eyebrows either following or coming off from a continued line, and their lip/nasal area is generally colored black, too, or the color of whatever follows the line. Night Cloes must be super common pycnofibersonas for zebrapeople the same way wolves are common fursonas, because wowza those facial discs follow stripe continuation really nicely.

(sidenote: i think zebrapeople would CONSTANTLY have weird looksmaxxing fads relating to the the geometric integrity of their stripes too, the same way looksmaxxing circles started fretting about canthal tilts and shit. it would get racist fast. just like us :') )

And, they do cloe-girls and angels the same way as us.

[colourprinter]

Drawn up a bunch of characters (mostly my OCs) under the A-spec flag

Character details under read more

Iggy Maxwell is a character from Our Wonderland by @just-a-carrot

He's ace and has quite the trouble navigating the whimsical horrors put between him and getting back to his normal life!

Orlam Brewbacher is another character from Our Wonderland by just-a-carrot

He's aromantic and the less I say about his whimsical misdeeds, the better.

It's me! (Does it count as a sona if it's literally just me?) I'm aroace, just chilling, making... Well this.

Reign is one of my "leader" characters, they're pretty shy but step up to the plate with some support.

They're aroace and don't like the idea of people thinking they're in any kind of relationship with their best friend, they're just friends darn it.

Mapel (spelling intentional) is a fun little caricature of myself at the time I made her

She's aroace and a cheerful wanderer in a weird world, being both a claric and a tech expect.

She gets visions of the future and is beyond happy that none of them involve romance.

Rainbow Bright is my boy, if I got a protagonist, it's him, he's the first and I love any version that isn't the first version!

He doesn't know what label he falls under but he's discovering himself, he knows that he doesn't feel romantic feelings towards anyone though.

He has been many things, going on adventures, travelling around, mainly he's a hero nowadays. He's just a good guy that cares too much.

"Del" is an expert of developing robotics, one of the two people Reign (see above) calls friend.

She isn't yet aware that she's aroace, she think she's bi but she'll figure it out eventually... Right? (Based on my life)

Her head is in her tech, the world spinning around her.

Colour String, the attempting hero of a dark future.

He's an aroace alien/human hybrid, both sides have this as a minority.

He has a rough life, whenever he tries to push back, life punches him harder. Eventually he hopes he will push life too far and live a bit better off.

[vilqyzilpy]

wips of sona

[starflungwaddledee]

Ok but what if she went to waddle Dee town in the forgotten land and all the waddle Dee’s just accepted her because they are really nice and not rude and they accept her and she has fun and a good time please I really need this for her

i considered drawing something out to this, and making it a happy ending sort of thing, because i think this is extremely sweet as a concept and i understand the desire for it!

that said, i decided that it would be a disservice to the lore i'm building for her, my biology/magic headcanons, and also the waddle dees as a whole. i might still draw it some day, because i could absolutely perceive a way it would work (ie: all waddle dee signatures messed up by Elfilis's portals, or their magic sensitivity nuked by it.) and i think it would be lovely

but for now, i have too many other things on the backburner to get to this promptly, and i wanted to answer this one sooner rather than leaving it for months

i will say, they're not being rude to her! there might be the odd one or two who is a bit snide, but there are some of those in every society. as a general rule the waddle dees not only understand that she is struggling, they want to accept and help her. many of them even know she's lonely, and feel pretty bad about it. but it's hard, and not just because she makes people uneasy!

i draw parallels with starstruck's gummed up magical signature to autism, as i'm autistic and so by merit (as a sona), so is she. but there are some parts that do not line up with the way autism functions in our world, and one of them is that touching or being around her can be genuinely, literally painful for some of the very sensitive waddle dees.

despite that, her waddle dee doctors actually pushed through it while she was in the castle dedede infirmary. because they were determined to treat her (mostly-surface-seeming) injuries and help her feel better. and they apologised for the reactions that they couldn't control anymore than she could control her signature; the various "sorry"s she parrots in this comic are implied to be from waddle dee doctors.

it's a fine line in alien-storytelling, especially with a real world disability parallel, and i'm trying to tread it as carefully as i can. but i don't intend to villainise the waddle dees at all for their reaction to her; they truly can't help it. many of them even do their best to push through it if she comes into their vicinity, especially because she often arrives with Beloved Celebrity, Captain Bandana Waddle Dee. but like a lot of us, she can tell when she's being tolerated, and so as a rule she just sort of tries to avoid it, one way or another

[home-sweet-hive]

[ID: A Tumblr comment by @entroart that reads "Whats the HRT ye are goin for?" /End ID]

If you want the full answer I can DM you or respond to a private ask (cause the askbox is open now, sorry that it wasn't before-)

BUT

I'm willing to throw you guys a hint, since even now with recent goingson I know I picked a bit of an obscure transition goal~

The species that I/Ash is wanting to transistion to is a fictional species in our world - though they are real in the universe my HRT series takes place in (this is mainly to get the sources of our other main headmates who are all fictives involved - yes I know I could've made my sona plural instead, but we prefer this way of representing ourselves) - and they are alien to the world of the story

-🌹

[patchdotexe]

new year, new fursona! Sol isn't going anywhere, this is just a guy for more casual vibes. ended up a sparklecat anyway because we played chicken with ourself over how complicated we could make the markings and lost

tried to include as many of our physical traits furry-ified as possible, so: right eye is either closed or always squinting, thick eyebrows, tooth gap, all of our scars (even the faint ones), chunky body shape.. there's more complex markings on the right side because the right half of our body is kinda screwed up in general, and the dark markings especially are where our pain flares up most (shoulder, elbow, wrist, hip, knee, ankle... yeah.)

mostly we wanted a fairly ""average"" fursona, seeing as all our others are aliens or weird hybrids or whatever. obviously bright blue isn't anywhere near natural colors, but pretty much every other overall sona is orange and brown and blue was our associated color for a really long time until people started associating us with orange.

i need to do oc turnaround refs more often. this is definitely the fastest between "oc concept" and "turnaround" because i hate doing these

[naisilla]

The Emperor's New Muse Part .6

Odyssey Kayn x Reader

content: Shopping Trip, Saving Jinx, Talking to Sona, Kayn plots something...

That night was quite odd. You had finally poured your heart out about the many years of pain, suffering, and struggle you faced. You found a sense of understanding and comfort in sharing this with someone 

After touching down and porting you could finally exit the ship along with the rest of the crew. You had arrived at a planet abundant in markets and by the looks of the large crates that Malphite was carrying they were going to cash in whatever was inside.

Jinx was skipping ahead of the group, carefree and eager to look around the shops most likely for some more unstable weapons to add to her needlessly large collection. Curious to know you look to Yasuo who walks calmly yet confidently to your left.

"So....what's in the box?"

"Harvested Hydraxal Super Squid organs."

"Oh.....nice"

Yasuo chuckles. "They sell for a high price which helps us to keep running". You nod and watch as Yasuo and Malphite split off from the rest. "Feel free to look around the markets with Jinx and Sona, women love shopping right?" You playfully send Yasuo a death glare.

"I wouldn't know, I've never had enough credits for shopping". The tone in your voice is sarcastic. With a smirk on his face, Yasuo throws a small object towards you which you manage to catch with your fast reflexes.

"What is this?" You ask inspecting the slender card.

"I am putting you in charge of our money"

You stare back at Yasuo shocked. "What!? Why me??"

"Because I can't trust Jinx with it for obvious reasons-"

"Last time I maxed out our card on buying an 85" ft tall inflatable duck," Jinx says appearing next to you to whisper in your ear. "It's still floating out there in the Valoran Galaxy".

Yasuo groans remembering that previous endeavor. "Just keep an eye on Jinx and stick with Sona, feel free to buy yourself any essentials now that you're one of us," Yasuo says giving you a nod before joining back up with Malphite as the two head down the alleyway with the more exotic stalls.

The stalls were crowded by diverse alien shoppers, all going about their business. You found yourself having to strategically weave through the horde, trying to keep up with Jinx who was constantly on the verge of escaping your line of sight.

While you were uncomfortably having to squeeze through the crowd, Sona had the sea of people parting to let her through. Of course they let the pretty one through without a second thought. You push on forward, keeping your eyes on the bright locks of orange hair that bounce ahead.

"Jinx! Wait up!" you yell trying to be heard over the loud atmosphere of the markets. But of course either Jinx couldn't hear or couldn't give a shit. Letting out a frustrated sigh you slow down your advances.

Jinx can look after herself, it wasn't like she could drain the crew's entire credit account without you. She's been here before many times most likely, you'd just have to trust she knew her way around. What's the worst that can happen.

Sometimes foreshadowing is relatively obvious.

You take a moment to stop and look around. Stalls were packed tightly together each one of them decorated with bright colors, some displayed clothing, others jewelry, weapons, and food. You found yourself eyeing the stalls displaying racks of clothes. You were still stuck wearing that outfit Kayn had gifted you and you hated it. You hated how you were still tied to the Ordinal and therefore the empire.

Jinx had offered you her spare clothes when you first officially joined the crew, but not only were you the wrong size, but she only had one spare outfit and despite her being persistent you weren't going to do that to her.

Your hand runs through the hanging articles of clothing, browsing through as you try to find something nice but practical enough for your style. Sona who stood next to you also was examining the front table with various folded tops, carefully picking one to hold out in front of her, then delicately folding it perfectly, and neatly placing it back.

It felt odd, being given the freedom to buy something nice for yourself. You felt an uneasy pressure burden your chest. It felt so rude to spend someone else's money on yourself like this, sure you were given the all clear but the guilt made it feel so illegal.

Your attention snaps to a commotion somewhere in the distance, aggressive voices rising in volume. A crowd is forming a few stalls away. Intrigued, you strain to see what's going on at the center and notice the all-too-familiar orange locks of hair. Dammit Jinx!

It was only a matter of time before she managed to get herself into trouble. A part of you wants to stay out of this, but you do feel somewhat responsible for her actions.

Jinx was trapped in the center of a crowd, backed up against a weapons stall where a broken gun lay on the display table. "You broke it you buy it." Lectured the gruff voice of the merchant, a burly older man with scars tattooing his skin.

"I barely even touched that crusty gun! That thing was already broken!" Jinx snapped back, standing her ground against the towering shopkeeper. The sight reminiscent of a chihuahua barking off at a mastiff.

You squeeze your way through the crowd once again and approach the two. The cruel glare of the merchant snaps to you and his upper lip pulls back in a snarl. "Back off Missy, this ain't ya business". His voice warned you to back off, and usually you would. Back in Zaun, you took no interest outside of your own business. If there was ever a commotion you keep your head down, eyes lowered, and walk away.

You can't help but feel frustrated at how often she acts irresponsibly. Why was she always throwing herself at the first sight of trouble? She's always destroying something with her insane antics. That's all she does, she ruins things, it's what she loves. You were ready to just pay upfront and bullshit some apologetic angel personality when you looked at Jinx. Her eyes, they trembled. Her eyebrows were furrowed and the tone in her voice was meek. Jinx was always shameless when she broke something, but this time she was denying it, she was being honest.

Your head lifts itself up so your eyes can meet his in a defiant stare. "Leave her alone she didn't break it". The merchant twists his bulky frame to face you. "You didn't see shit bitch stop acting like a hero because you ain't one." Your eyes dart to the broken gun.

"How did she break it?"

"I didn't break it y/n, I only picked it up. It was too weak in firepower anyways, I could tell from its cartridge chamber, so I put it back and was going to check out the next stall when Mr Judge Judy over here yelled at me to pay for it. I turned around and now it's in pieces, I swear I didn't do that!"

"You lying brat! yes you did! I saw it with my own eyes! Stupid bitch handled it too roughly then slammed it onto my table causing it to fall apart!"

You walk over to closely investigate the gun, it was a simple pistol with most of its core parts snapped off. "How does a top quality gun shatter with a bit of handling?" You point out tiny cut marks along where each piece broke away. "Did she do this too? These marks look suspiciously like a knife being used to purposely separate these pieces." Gesturing to Jinx you add "My teammate here doesn't possess any kind of blade."

To prove herself Jinx lifts her arms and pulls out the inner fabric of her pockets emptying them of random junk like bottle caps, coins, and lint. Not a single blade in sight. "You know me y/n I don't do knives, guns are my style".

With a confident smile you turn back to the shop owner, now aware of the decorative knives that hang on the wall behind him along with a handy tactical knife sheathed in his belt. "If you are willing to throw accusations then I'd like to suggest that maybe you purposely broke a dupe gun you swapped with the original to frame unassuming customers into paying for it?"

On a whim, you reach over the table and fish around behind. The Merchant is taken by surprise by your bold intrusive move and isn't able to react in time before you reel back with a perfectly intact gun in your hand. The original.

With the evidence shown before the crowd of onlookers, the shop owner sputters before snarling. "That's just another gun! She broke the original one!" You glare back.

"That's bullshit and you know it!"

The merchant slams his large hands onto his bench causing everything on it to jump. "You've been enough trouble here!" He pulls out a large gun aiming it at you.

Jinx jumps in without hesitation and whips out Zappy. "Don't worry y/n! I've got this!" With a smug smirk, Jinx pulls the trigger....nothing happens. Instantly her smile is wiped from her face. "Uh oh"

BANG, the merchants gun lets off a powerful round and the crowd disperses, scattering instantly. You grab Jinx and dive behind one of the stalls. You are stunned and taken off guard by the sudden escalation of the conflict. In the corner of your eye, you see Sona duck down and cover her ears as the gunshot pierces your ears. The sudden flash and bang causes your heart to skip a beat.

"What are you doing!? Run!" Jinx yells, jumping to her feet and grabbing at your arm. She pulls you up and takes off racing further down the market aisles. You get dragged along struggling to not trip under your own legs. Shit wheres Sona!? You look over your shoulder, Sona isn't following, you can't see her anywhere. She must've gotten lost. As for the merchant, it seems you lost him too.

You drag your heels forcing Jinx to slow down. "We're safe Jinx" You tell her pulling back against her grip on you, forcing her to stop. Jinx is huffing as the adrenaline wears off. "Holy heck y/n you actually saved me!" You scoff.

"That gun was pointed at me too". Jinx ignores that and interrupts you with a hug, hanging off your neck in an act of personal space invasion. You are forced to support her from falling by wrapping your arms around her back.

"You saved meee~" Jinx giggles looking up at you with a cheerful and slightly crazed look. "You must like me~". You immediately let go of her causing her to fall onto her butt with an oof.

From around a corner comes Yasuo, Malphite, and Sona. Looks like the templar went out to get the captain. Yasuo approaches you with an impressed expression. "You actually managed to handle Jinx for an hour". You scoff and roll your eyes. Jinx, gets up and runs over to Malphite who looks relieved to see she's ok. You watch as he places two of his large blue hands on her shoulders. "You not hurt?" Jinx shakes her head, her pigtails swooshing with the motion. "Nah big guy I got away" Jinx assures him.

Malphite undeterred looks over the human anyway, carefully moving her to inspect for any injuries. He was so gentle with her, it was a complete contrast to the brutal beast you were used to seeing in a fight. Satisfied with Jinx's wellbeing Malphite smiles and pulls her into a hug. "I'm happy Jinx safe!" It was a sweet moment between two friends.

"Well we got our paycheck from our organ harvest," Yasuo says looking at you.

"Oh yeh? How much profit did you make?" You ask curiously.

"one million credits-"

"ONE MILLION CREDITS!?" Yasuo chuckles at your astonishment.

"Told ya they sell for a fortune."

You've never heard about so much credits being made from one trip, you could barely make 290 credits a week on your minimum wage job back in Zaun. Damn, you should've become a space pirate ages ago.

Yasuo notices how neither you, Jinx or Sona has yet to buy something. No thanks to Jinx's antics. "Looks like we still have to stock up on supplies."

Back on the Morningstar everyone had returned after a thankfully uneventful shopping trip. The ship was refueled on ora, the kitchen was restocked with food allowing you to finally move on with your journey.

And finally, you had your own basic wardrobe of your own clothes along with all your own essential living needs. For the first time in forever, you got to revel in a hot shower. Washing off the collective grime of the last few days, you finally felt renewed and fresh.

Compared to your old life this was luxury, you felt like you were getting royal treatment how ironic that all of this was considered normal living standards.

There were times you shocked the members with how different you were. Yasuo didn't believe you when you mentioned you'd never seen a movie before as you'd only read books, especially to help you learn to speak Piltrovan and Demaxian. You simply never could afford a tv to watch such trivial things on.

Jinx had to teach you how to play gaming consoles which you must admit was the most fun you'd ever had. It got so confusing learning the different button mechanics between consoles but after you got the hang of it you enjoyed spending time with everyone playing games like Mario Kart, Street Fighter, and Just Dance.

Over time you quickly adapted to modern technology. However, there was still an undercurrent of tension regarding the subject of the empire.

You were still being hunted by Kayn and eventually, you would be found and when that happened it was going to be a dire situation. Sona was in a lot of danger of being recaptured by the locus armada and after experiencing what Kayn had done to you when pissed off you were terrified for Sona.

Speaking of Sona, she still remained a mystery to you. Since joining the Morning Star the templar has yet to properly speak to you. She was the quiet type to begin with mostly communicating through hand gestures and nodding. But not a word had been spoken aloud to you in person.

You wondered why so was so quiet to the point of being mute, was it trauma? was it just how she is? was there some sort of medical issue? It would be rude to ask.

Currently Sona was once again looking out of the window, far beyond the space outside. Seemingly lost in thought. Timidly you approach the templar and join her in staring out into the cosmos beyond the glass.

There's a silence that lingers between the two of you, one that comes as a soothing space from the usual chaos and noise from being with the other members. Despite being in a normally awkward situation you felt calm and relaxed just chilling next to Sona.

When Kayn does come it'll be up to you to save everyone. Your inner feelings of hesitation and doubt are overwhelming. You could either choose to face Kayn head-on and attempt to appeal to his humanity, which may very well be impossible at this point. Or you could confiscate the darkin weapon, hoping that Rhaast wouldn't corrupt him further. Or you could do the deed yourself, and attempt to end the threat before it truly starts.

The clock is still ticking, and you feel an urgency to make a choice soon. However, given the situation, you can't truly say what's the right decision to take...

You know you've come a very long way, this is a far cry from being beaten mercilessly and raped in the fractal shear as you were when you were still being held hostage by Kayn. You now have a chance to save lives and redeem yourself.

You take your eyes away from the universe and back to Sona. Her tranquil eyes remain fixed on the distant star ahead. She is a calming presence, one that makes you feel safe and protected. You cannot help but feel like this is where you are meant to be, at home, watching the stars, and not worrying about all the other issues plaguing your world.

"Why won't Jarvan act? All it would take is a single decree."

Sona's voice was like a silvery echo within your mind, it took your breath away, because her voice was actually in your head, she was communicating to you telepathically. Of course she can, she's magical.

"The Empire's King has ignored the objections of my Templar's Order, laying claim to almost all inhabited systems in their pursuit of Ora. Their greed fuels their gluttony."

"Tell me about it".

Sona's golden eyes transfix onto yours.

"I see your pain, the rage you hold against the empire...I too resent the empire for what they've done.

The Empire never respected the Templar Order, we were seen as religious fanatics. They left us alone until the day the lure called us. A voice speaking from beyond the ring clusters of empty planets.

I was in some caves with a group of other templars, we were investigating the source of the lure. For we saw frightening visions of the universe being consumed by dark stars.

Whatever was out there was the root of evil and it was important that we as guardians of Ora do whatever it takes to protect the universe.

Before we could find out what the lure was the locus armada arrived along with other parties that were all drawn to the voice like ourselves.

They shackled us and beaten a few of my people, and some even extracted the ora-derived bio-enhancements, brutally tearing them from our bodies. We became prisoners to the Ordianal Sheida Kayn, he interrogated us. I remember him placing a gun onto our Leader Korobak's forehead, when he defied the Ordinal's questioning, he switched his aim onto me.

That’s the imperialist mentality. They threaten us. They brutalized us. Then they prepared to kill us.

Yet despite that, I said nothing. That way the empire would get nothing, I was prepared to pass through the Ora Gate with the blessing of all Templars, and the satisfaction of knowing He had been defied.

I was spared, but I was taken hostage and I would've been trapped within the locus armada if it wasn't for the rebel group that broke me out. Unfortunately, the man who escorted me to my freedom was killed by the Ordinal..."

As she speaks, you can't help but feel the weight of her words. You see the empire from her perspective, a warmongering nation hellbent on its greed and domination. It takes a strong will to oppose such overwhelming power, and Sona has made her stance perfectly clear.

"Do you think the empire can be stopped?" you ask her.

"I don't know." Sona's words carried a tinge of hopelessness.

"The Empire has the strength to take any territory by force, and they have, the Demaxian Empire has succeeded with barely a fraction of planet systems left to stand independent.

I believe a greater conflict is on the horizon. The empire's expansion is relentless but only an inconvenience to the cataclysmic threat that Rhaast and his puppet Kayn bring to the universe.

There will be the day of reckoning that the Ora gates open and whatever abysmal entities lurk beyond will come into our world and plague it with darkness."

You shake your head in denial "We're not letting that happen Sona. We can stop Kayn."

Sona continues to look sullen not persuaded by your determination and returns to look out of the window...

Somewhere across the universe the Fractal Shear prowls in orbit. Kayn stands proudly facing the grand window, staring out into the vast abstractness of stars and nebulas.

Despite his calm and confident composure, the Ordinal was tense. His left arm discreetly grips his scythe impatiently, fingers wrapping then unwrapping themselves around the handle.

"The Morningstar continues to elude you Kayn."

"I don't see you helping in tracking those troublesome little rats".

"I'm the scythe, all I do is help".

Kayn scoffs, scowling at his reflection in the glass. "Whatever I don't need you to rule the universe."

"Then why can't you put me down".

Letting out a frustrated grunt, Kayn strides away from the window, towards the command center. Various hologram monitors display the last known sightings of the Morningstar, just seeing the faces of the crew was infuriating to the Ordinal.

His fist slams down onto the table with a harsh thud, the hologram flickers for a moment.

"Dammit! It's been four months and I still haven't retrieved the Templar!"

Kayn's lips pull back in a seething sneer, his singular eye twitches uncontrollably.

"With the Templar allied with the Morningstar crew, there comes the chance that they will open the ora gate first."

"They are unworthy of unlocking the secrets of the ora gate, there's no way Sona would actually reveal the key to Captain Yasuo."

"Sona sought him out specifically after escaping your interrogation, perhaps he is more complex than we had realized".

"That drunken loser? He barely qualifies as a Captian, Yasuo was a nobody before I framed him for the gruesome murder of Yone".

"Ahh yes the mercenary that broke the Templar free".

"And the brother of this space pirate wannabe, it'll be poetic when I kill him next." Kayn regains his calm composure and brings up files of collected data of each Morningstar crew member; Yasuo, Sona, Jinx, Malphite, and you.

Kayn sharply inhales when he looks at your file. How humiliating, you had completely fooled him when you first met. Not only were you capable at matching him in combat but you were working for the wretched Morningstar the whole time.

He allowed you to escape him. To Kayn you were just some rebel wannabe, someone who was barely an inconvenience to an empire. But you were more than that, you were a spy. You snuck through the Locus Armadas guard, took on an unassuming facade, and fooled them all. And he let you free.

You could've gotten away with obtaining crucial knowledge about his army. He let you sit in the control center without being blindfolded or restrained, He led you into his personal chambers, He even-

"Damn that deceiving vixen! When I get to that bitch I'l-"

"Fuck her brutally like you did last time?" Rhaast's crude insinuation causes Kayn to stop and glare at the scythe. The anger in his eye is palpable, and it's clear he is furious with Rhaast's comment.

He can't believe that he allowed you to deceive him like that, to get the best of him.

He can't handle the humiliation.

"Shut up, damn it!" he yells. Rhaast lets out a dark laugh, enjoying every bit of the heated exchange and taunting the Ordinal.

Kayn is a master at suppressing his anger and hiding it under the cool exterior of control, but since you came along he's been losing his grip and it infuriated him.

He needed to become stronger, Kayn was now determined to grow bigger as a threat that there would be no chance he could lose again.

"If I am to unlock my latent powers through the ora gate I will need to devote more time to hunting the Morningstar and I need to improve my current abilities."

The Ordinal takes his scythe and walks out of the command centre, passing by his elite soldiers who nod at him with respect. None of them aware that their Ordinal openly talks to what they perceive to be an inanimate scythe.

With supreme confidence, Kayn marches through the fractal shear, descending deeper and deeper into the ship. He approaches a door at the end of a barren hallway, out of view of both personal and security alike.

Only Kayn can unlock this door and after scanning his left eye the panel clicks and slides open allowing the Ordinal entrance. Inside is a dim room, thick mist creeps along the floor and an electric hum is all that resonates inside.

Once stepping in everything becomes illuminated, the walls and ceilings are lined with pipes that run along each other in intricate patterns. At the centre of it all is a podium with a glass case, a chamber, full of golden essence.

"Is that?-"

"Pure, raw ora. My personal stash." Kayn walks over towards it standing before the chamber watching in suppressed awe as the ora inside reacts to his presence. It warps and flows, collecting itself as if attracted to the Ordinal...or his scythe.

He grabs onto a tube that is plugged into the machine and pulls it out, the tendril releasing with a forced hiss in his hand. Kayn brings it to his bio-enhanced arm. The gold armored appendage clicking as a panel shifts, revealing an interface with an opening for the hose to attach to.

"Kayn, what are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing Rhaast?"

"But, you're King... I thought he forbid such things."

"You and I both know that King Jarvan has grown weak, his apprehension is what holds this empire back. Unlike him I take risks, unlike him I have what it takes to progress and unlike him I act".

Kayn plugs the tube into his arm connecting himself to the ora chamber, the pressure releases, and immediately the ora begins to pump itself into Kayn's arm.

The Ordinal lets out a pained growl but doesn't cease the procedure, he grips onto the top of the chamber to keep himself upright. His body tenses as more and more ora is introduced into his system. Sweat accumulates across his brow and his teeth bare with the pain. Rhaast can only watch on with intrigue...

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