#aurora legion

[what-life-im-a-fangirl]

Aurora Academy Cadet: *starstruck* Wow, what's it like working with Squad 312? Saedii: Imagine working with completely civilized, responsible, and mature people. Cadet: Okay... Saedii: Nothing like that.

[licentiouslegionnaire]

Aurora Legion ships fall into three categories. Longbow (defense craft), Phantom (scouting craft), everything else 💀

I feel like they’d have to have some other bases. Cause like Aurora Station houses the academy and AL headquarters but is also like a residential place where people live and work like other stations. And since AL is supposed to be a neutral aid/peacekeeping organization, they need to actually be able to get around easily. And like only their young field personnel would be able to do that much Folding consistently. It’d be super inefficient and chaotic for there to not be higher ups somewhere in the vicinity to manage and coordinate forces for specific missions. • Or like is AL just sending freshly graduated teens to figure out everything in the field for themselves? If they’re supposed to bring aid and relief and support and all that, populations are gonna need more assistance than what a Longbow full of supplies and 6 people can offer. • At the very least I think there’d have to be small bases in the Solar system and the Belinari system since it’s literally an organization made up of Terrans and Betraskans.

Maybe there are galactic regulations about jurisdictions for armed forces or something so they can’t have stations elsewhere.

Didn’t Tyler tell Auri AL is kinda like the UN? So maybe it’s funded similarly 💀

other aurora legion ships

ok, todays maddened ramblings from an ever crazier calc student:

what other ships does the AL operate?

like surely they don’t just operate longbows? It is a military organization, but all we see it operate are the equivalent of picket ships at best and like coastal clippers at worst. Surely they have larger heavier hitting vessels? The kind of things that can carry fighters and has a crew of more than like 6 teenagers

my pet theory is that they operate ships in sizes ascending by crew requirements, a longbow can operate with one person but ideally has 6, the next step up can operate with one squad minimum but ideally six, which we will call a brigade for the purposes of this scenario. The next from that can operate with one brigade but ideally six, so on and so forth, and that all newbie squads (cause remember 312 existed as an entity for like, 3 weeks tops by the end of the series) get longbows for like 2 years, etc etc etc.

also the idea of ships with like 36 gear heads running around on them is too funny to not think about. Or thirty six alphas (bridge crew maybe?)

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

The Last Dragonborn, rolling up to High Hrothgar to negotiate peace between Ulfric Stormcloak and General Tullius during Season Unending: Why are threesomes only for sex? Why can’t I join a couple’s argument if I want to?

[darth-smitty]

Seeing some Smol Kylo™ fanart recently reminded me of some of my all-time favorite troop photos of me (mini Kylo) and our incredible (very TALL) Vader

[hezzabeth]

"For the last time, that poem isn't romantic! It's insulting," Revati yelled over her shoulder as she began to pedal.

The layout of Olde Landon had been deliberately designed to keep tourists inside for as long as possible. There was only one way to access the front gates, and that involved defeating the Queen of Hearts' hedge maze. When the park was still open, tourists would be forced to spend at least an hour in the maze, stumbling upon tiny toy shops and food stands around every corner. The same thing occurred when they left, resulting in a very rich park and bankrupt guests. Now the maze was overgrown and easy enough to navigate.

Revati pedaled past the cart that once sold her heart-shaped sunglasses. Then she turned left, almost crashing into the wall of roses. The wall of roses stared back at her, their red blooms heavy and suspicious. Thanks to Bridgadeiro, she knew they were probably secretly insulting her.

The next turn consisted of an old stardust popcorn stand. Revati skidded to a stop and inspected the inside tray, where a few ancient kernels lay. Carefully, she picked up several of them and placed them in her jacket pocket. As far as she could tell, the kernels were seeds. Someone was shifting around the corner, causing the branches to shake.

"Aurora, is that you? Did you go ahead of me?" Revati yelled.

"While conferring in the labyrinth where false preachers reeked of death, the monster began to growl," a voice called from around the corner. An unfamiliar, flat female voice. Raiders. Raiders were, of course, an occupational hazard in any post-apocalyptic settlement. Normally, they never made it further than the broken glass pit at the park's gates. Sometimes Dityaa would bring one in, insisting they were "lovely," which always led to awkward dinners.

Revati slowly walked around the maze corner. There was a screeching metallic sound, and the weapon fell from Revati's hand. An android was slumped over on the ground. Once it would have been golden, but now it was rusty and covered in mud. Someone had ripped its legs off, leaving nothing but wires and tubes spitting bright blue fluid. Instead of a torso, there was a black empty hole with a concave door swinging on its bent hinges.

"And in the forgotten twists, footsteps quicken, hearts beat, and teeth are bared," the android chirped, its voice still distorted and far away. The android's face was a beautiful mask. Still-carved eyes. Unmoving sweet lips.

Revati powered up her solar gun and slowly walked forward, aiming it at the android. The android's metal eyes scraped in their sockets, turning towards her.

“Is that you? My darling Perdita?” The android’s voice whispered, the lips unmoving. The whispering voice had a posh lilt to its accent. Revati refused to answer. It was best to never engage with AI.

“Perdita, I clawed my way in! They know about you; the spider knows,” the android whispered before collapsing completely.

Revati slowly walked forward, still holding her weapon. With one foot, she kicked the android. It didn’t move. Its power had definitely died.

“Spider? Is that some sort of gang?” Revati whispered to herself. Gangs were always given stupid names.

“The spider is us; the spider is legion,” a flat robotic voice called out, and Revati spun around.

Queen Victoria was standing behind her, scorch marks all over her dress. A faint blue glow was erupting from beneath the skin of Queen Victoria’s chest.

[bleedingichorhearts]

It's good and a thing that can be done for another time where the alpha legion and salamanders (separate) reacts to reader act like a dumb dumb getting stuck in places while was labeled as among the Smartest of their time since they helped make the Aurora's engine.

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: I had a bit of fun on this one. Short, but fun.

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: You somehow get stuck in places despite being among the smartest of your crew. It’s unfortunate you get bullied for it (Alpha Legionnaire) or induce worry. (Salamander)

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.

+@c-u-c-koo-4-40k

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𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫

The first time you had gotten stuck worried your lovely salamander. His helmet looking up to you from above, your frame stuck in one of the smaller ventilation shafts while you try wiggle free your arm from your side that keeps you lodged in there. You know you should have kept your arms in front of you, but had somehow stuck it between your waist and the metal of the shaft.

“Little one! Stay there! I’ll come a get you.” He shouts up at you, his voice modified from his helmet while a dashes to try and help you out. Your form still wiggling in the vent as you mentally curse at yourself.

How did you get yourself stuck like this? You honestly thought the vent was wide enough for you to crawl through and clean. It wasn’t supposed to be this… tough? It was just a simple vent! That no one had bothered to clean besides you! (Because you’re the only one that bothered to take “shortcuts.”)

You huff at yourself, wiggling around in the vent again, and before you know it. You actually had gotten yourself unstuck. Now, your problem now was trying not to fall to your death and/or break all your bones from the height that you’re at. Your hands grasping at the edges of the vent, trying to pull yourself back up and through the vent. However, you’re at a downward angle. You need to focus all your strength to your hands and pray you can launch yourself back.

Yet, the universe always likes to play tricks on you.

The edge of the vents that you hold to keep yourself up snap and break on you. A yelp escaping your lips as your brace yourself to feel the fall of your doom. The muffled sound of something heavy roaming combining with your panic of falling.

You grunt and your head snaps forward, possibly giving you a concussion as your forehead smacks into something hard: the ground you suspect, but you don’t feel anything broken? Don’t feel the pain of something bone braking inside of you?

“Little one? What happened?” The familiar voice of your Salamander greets your pounding ears. Your head tilting slightly back as you rub your forehead; feeling a migraine coming on… “I have only left you for a second.”

“I well…” You pause, trying to regain your scrambled brain and put the pieces back together. Your vision a bit blurry as you recognize that your Salamander had caught you. “I’ve managed to unstuck myself with the cost of the sides of the vent braking…”

Your Salamander softly coos down at you, pulling you up a little so he can lean his helmet down and gently nuzzle your aching forehead before humming and walking forward. “You’re not doing that again, I’m taking you to the apothecary.”

“…No.” You exclaim after a moment of possessing his words, struggling in his loving hold. “Not the apothecary!”

“Yes, the apothecary.” He muses, holding you closer all while taking you to your independing doom to the apothecary. You know your about the get scolded, and if the apothecary wouldn’t your Salamander would. Not like you’re going to live this moment down anyways… your Salamander always worries about you.

𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐧

“Oh? How did you do this?” A masculine, knowing, modified voice greets you from behind you. Your body stuck underneath a vehicle you were working on. The jacks that keep it up suddenly snapping underneath the weight of your creation. It scared the shit out of you, but you’re lucky that you took extra precautions (put a lot more jacks: advanced ones) and avoided being cut in half.

“I’m pretty sure you know, legionnaire.” You snark, shifting slightly underneath the vehicle. You’re not sure if you’re talking to your legionnaire or someone else, but you’re not about to be played by either of them. You’re annoyed by your ‘failure.’

“Of course I do,” The legionnaire chuckles, his form shuffling and you can hear a thud to the ground; feel it too. “You dare doubt me?”

“No…” You sigh, deciding to just work on the vehicle while you’re stuck under it with a pestering legionnaire that most likely won’t help you untill they had their fill of information. You’re not sure how you trust them, but you do.

“Good,” He chuckles again and you can feel how their gauntlet touches your legs slightly. “It would lessen your time underneath your project.”

“Don’t you dare.” You warn the Alpha legionnaire despite your position. Your eyes glancing down to where you can only see your legs and the floor. The legionnaires’ gauntlet moving to surround your whole thigh.

“Oh, but I would.” They purr gently, beginning to play their games. Shuffling a bit closer to you. “You know what I need from you.”

“And what would that be?” You ask, deciding to play coy and returning to work on the vehicle. You know what he wants: blueprints, your survival, everything.

“Don’t play coy now.” He hums, trailing his angled finger up and down your leg now, teasing you. “You know how that plays out.”

“Perhaps,” You hum yourself, huffing when the wrench in your hands snaps and you toss it out towards the legionnaire, a bit disappointed. Why did your own creation betray you and leave you to the mercy of an Alpha legionnaire? “I like the game.”

“Sweet thing,” He coos lovingly, shuffling just a bit more closer, his gauntlets getting a bit frisky. “It’s a such a shame you’re stuck.”

“Oh, I’m sure you don’t mind.” You shoot back, trying to decide if you want to be snarky or not now. However, he doesn’t give you the chance. His gauntlet wrapping around your waist.

“Truly?” He said with an underlying tone in it, and you swear you can feel him tilt his helmet, grinning at you. Positioning himself between your legs. “I don’t, and I’m sure you don’t either.”

You know you’re in a long line of ‘pestering’ now, and he’s going to use it to his full advantage.

[linderosse]

Wielders of Wisdom: Introductions Part 2

Tetra (Pirate) [WW, PH]

Sarcastic, snarky, and often rude

Surprisingly calm and quick decision-maker, with a clear sense of how to win the respect of people older than her

She teases the crap out of Wind, but secretly values him a lot.

The least likely to get lost

Story: Tetra took King Daphnes’ last request to heart and set out in search of new land— and more importantly, new treasures. She’s found countless strange and wonderful islands to plunder, as well as one particularly interesting alternate world. Still, nothing has fit her criteria yet, and the search across the deep sea is more perilous than even she expected…

Dawn (Gardener) [TLoZ]

Quiet and shy; excessively kind

Determined to help others, but also knows how to accept help.

She’s a little awestruck by Hyrule. She has no idea that Hyrule is a little awestruck by her too. Both of them are a little awestruck by Aurora, who is very fond of them in return.

The most superstitious Zelda

Story: Since Aurora’s awakening, Dawn has found an older sister to confide in. But the world is still devastated by the Great Decline, mistrust runs rampant, and Aurora’s finding it hard to adapt to life centuries in the future. And none of that has stopped the court from taking sides, using the dual princesses as figureheads to push their own agendas. Dawn wishes her people would work together against the Decline, but instead her country is on the brink of a civil war…

Fable (Diplomat) [ALttP, OoS/OoA, LBW]

Articulate, dramatic, and extremely charismatic

She wears the pants so Ledge doesn’t have to >:)

Legend discovered that the two of them were siblings on their first adventure and told her again much later. She gives Legend heck, but she’s always there to support him when he needs it.

A surprisingly talented painter

Story: Holodrum, Labrynna, Lorule, Hytopia— the Hero of Legend has saved them all, as well as Hyrule twice over. Now these and other countries, much more aware of their proximity, claim they wish to form an alliance, and have even arranged for a celebratory tournament. But with legions of foreign dignitaries vying for political supremacy, it feels like someone might be up to something. Perhaps it’s only a matter of time before cultural differences and pride cause negotiations to fail…

< Part 1 | Part 3 >

Masterpost

[you-know-honey]

𝕯𝖊𝖊𝖕 𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘

Chapter I:ℜ𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔶 𝔇𝔞𝔶

Sodo/Dewdrop x fem!reader

Summary: Copia summons a new nameless ghoul

Word Count: 1977

Note: bad english, i'm new to this whole ghost thing, correct me if i'm wrong on anything, I will use a name for the protagonist for more practicality.

Chapter II...→

The place was devoured by darkness, thunder rumbled outside the abbey like cries from heaven in response to profane acts, the wind hit the stained glass windows and lightning illuminated them with a flash of light, stained glass windows that reflected images of Baphomet and other demons. . Regarding Cardinal Copia, his face seemed extremely serious, something unusual for him but the situation warranted it. In each corner of a pentagram were each Ghoul and Ghoulette, the tools of the ritual. It would be an important night, a gift for the group, a refreshing element for the world.

Copia looked up at the sky, looking behind the glass dome above their heads at the moon obscuring the sun, the time had come, he walked down the stairs towards the group, with a light touch to the ground and the gunpowder ignited, burning powerful and bright, until completing the figure of a pentagram connecting with each Ghoul. The group placed their instruments in front of them, giving each other a supportive look.

Montain set the rhythm with the drums, Cumulus took the keyboard with Cirrus, Swiss and Aurora started the singing, Phantom activated his rhythm guitar, Rain shone with his bass and Sodo showed off his guitar. The instrumental flooded the chapel, the melody reverberated in every foundation and made the place shake. The ritual had a single motive, a single need, each Ghoul gave his best, letting some of his essence flow over the fire, calling one of his own, inviting whatever responded on the other side to come out of the darkness and join them.

"Belial, Behemoth, Beelzebub" Cardinal Copia sang, calling to the great leaders, asking for a demon from among his legions "Asmodeus, Satanas, Lucifer"

The place was filled with abysmal and intelligible murmurs, beings from the other side of the pentagram observing from the shadows without daring to cross the threshold. Copia looked proud and excited like a child to feel so many presences present with him, all interested in her vocation. Lightning fell around the Ministry with more force than before, attracted by the power, Swiss and Aurora began their prayers, in a language that only the creatures of the abyss could understand.

A murmur rose from everyone, a shiver ran through the body of all the Ghouls, something had answered the call and had crossed.

Thick black smoke emerged from the gunpowder and condensed into a humanoid figure with no fixed features other than shining fangs. He made small jumps inside the pentagram from one side to the other, looking (if you can put it that way) at each of the ghouls, analyzing them with amusement.

He danced with small childish leaps from one to another, from air to earth, from earth to quintessence, from quintessence to water. She tried to get closer to Sodo, the fire demon. He showed her fangs and the small cloud of smoke walked away scared, it was clear that she didn't want another Fire Ghoul and honestly one was more than enough. She snuck between Montain's drum set cymbals, breaking her personal space several times to check her height in amazement, the ghoul couldn't help but smile nervously.

Cirrus and Cumulus greeted the entity excitedly, letting out small laughs to get its attention. The figure floated towards them and smiled back, playing with the cloaks on their shoulders. She briefly made eye contact with Rain, but out of shyness it wasn't long before the ghoul looked away from her. The specter laughed softly and danced around Phantom a little, plucking the strings of his acoustic guitar with his ethereal hand. Swiss and Aurora laughed at the scene, enjoying seeing how the humanoid being seemed delighted with everyone present, both demons rubbing shoulders in complicity.

Cardinal Copia was excited, this was his first ritual to summon Ghouls from hell, although he somewhat regretted Sodo's bitter attitude, he counted on the others and especially the Ghoulettes to give a good welcome.

The figure took one more turn and his laughter echoed like a child. He returned to the center of the pentagram, looking at the eclipse behind the dome, and raised his hands to the sky, as if he could touch the moon. One after another drops of cold rain began to fall quickly, until they almost became a sea on the ministry, the figure smiled and turned towards Aurora, the latter tensed immediately and one shiver after another crossed her back. The air began to get cold and become salty, capable of hurting the nose when inhaling, everyone could feel it, even demons like Sodo so carried away in their element felt cold, the type that you can only find if you get lost in space or in the last circle of the hell.

Aurora took a step back. The band's instrumental was accompanied by a piano and an energetic female voice, the humanoid figure approached Swiss and extended his hand.

"Hello" the figure greeted before a group of lightning fell again, filling the entire room with absolute white, extinguishing the infernal fire and thus ending the ritual.

Everything returned to darkness after such a dramatic birth, Cardinal Copia applauded excitedly and the lights turned on showing a strange lump covered with a thin and opaque black fabric, a hand with shiny black enamelled nails peeking out of it.

The ghouls avoid the gaze of the lump on the ground, somewhat uncomfortable and extremely tired. But Cardinal Copia waited to see the slightest movement to ensure that the ritual had gone perfectly.

The lump trembled with a movement similar to a first breath.

"Okay, everyone out." announcement, the Cardinal "It's time to find out what they have sent us from hell"

The group's rib cage calmed and a huge sigh of relief escaped everyone's lips. Cirrus and Cumulus crossed their fingers, it was no secret that since Aurora's arrival no girl ghoul had arrived. The ghoul area needs more feminine energy.

"Swiss, can you wait outside?" Copia asked him.

Like owl heads, the group looked at Swiss waiting for his response. Even the disinterested Montain had turned to look.

"Yes," he responded with the firmest tone he could fake.

Aurora approached and pulled one of her sleeves, she didn't have to speak, her concern was obvious. The last time it had been Aether who had stayed at the ritual to bring Phantom. Aether never came back.

Swiss approached Aurora's ear in a hug. "I'm not going anywhere," she whispered, trying to calm her agitated essence.

The ghoulette didn't believe him, clearly. But I trust him, because Swiss never lied.

Inside, Swiss's soul wanted to run after them, but his duty prevented him from showing that kind of rebellion.

He turned to the Cardinal, this walk way towards Swiss handing him a shiny new helmet, accompanied by the usual uniform.

Copia crouched in front of the bundle, lifting the fabric a little to discover what it was hiding, squinting in case everything had failed, giving it more suspense. The figure trembled and both Copia and Swiss took a few steps back.

Little by little the figure stood up, showing a wild tangle of short black hair from which two small black horns with white tips protruded, its tail uncoiled from around its leg and waved behind its back, its hands holding the blanket to avoid being naked.

"She's a she," Swiss sighed with the air contained in his lungs and his lower lip slightly fallen.

"Wonderful" Copia pronounced with some pride, the girl raised her head quickly and the Cardinal was met with a gaze of coal-black pupils and eyelids that contrasted with the glaucous blue of his irises, the creature opened its mouth showing its fangs, perhaps to speak but I don't breathe out any words.

Swiss knocked after the Cardinal, a sign that he should start talking before everything became awkward.

"Do you want to get dressed?" Copia asked in a friendly tone. The girl nodded and the Cardinal nudged Swiss lightly to hand the package to the demon.

Her eyes lit up when he saw her clothes and without shame he completely dropped her blanket, amazed by everything he had before her. Swiss immediately looked at the ceiling and prayed to Satan that Copia had done the same. The lack of what they called modesty was normal in new ghouls, small details that lost importance in hell.

"It would be ideal if you could start with the pants," suggested Copia who had turned around.

They heard the fabric slide down her legs, the metal buttons clicked as she pushed them into the buttonholes of her pants, the next time she put her feet on the ground it was with the boots, giving her a few extra inches of height.

She continued dressing, tucking the Victorian-sleeved blouse into her arms and securing the vest to her body. She looked at herself for a few minutes, satisfied with her appearance.

"Already?" Copia asked, who had turned around with a hand over his eyes, he seemed somewhat uncomfortable or self-conscious about the situation.

"Yes" A feminine and friendly voice answered him.

Copia looked through his fingers to make sure before removing his hand from his face and remembering that he had a script to follow and had to start as soon as possible.

"Ahem…" He cleared his throat and began to speak. Swiss stood silently next to he, holding her helmet. "Do you know why you're here?"

"Yes" replied with a timid tone.

"You are here to be part of Ghost, to help me with your talent to bring the message of the Clergy to the whole world, do you understand that?" The young woman nodded "Do you understand that you are not indispensable and can be replaced if you become a stone in my way to fulfill my mission?" That was the part of Copia that he hated the most because he tended to get more attached to his ghouls and ghoulettes than he should, the punishment of returning to hell was too great for small delusions of fame or prominence, that is, he had forgiven Sodo several of those but He remembered that that was the reason why Papa Emeritus III had been taken out of circulation.

"I understand, sir." He pronounced as seriously as the situation warranted. "My only duty is to help you fulfill your duty to the Clergy and bring our Lord's message to the world."

The girl walked forward, face to face with Cardinal Copia. Now came the fun part, Copia took the helmet from Swiss's hands and placed it on the girl's head, thus sealing the 'contract'.

"Well…I…" Copia took a moment to remember the next step. "What's your name?"

"Aesir, sir," she responded quickly, almost over the Cardinal's question.

"Well…Aesir, the third quintessence ghoul" He raised his voice, proclaiming. "Welcome, dear" Copia lost the threatening and vehemently image that she had maintained until then, when she gave Aesir a warm welcome hug.

The girl seemed happy to have that hug but Swiss was sweating cold.

"He's one of your companions, Swiss," Copia said and the demon approached and extended his hand towards her.

"Hello," Aesir took Swiss's hand, shaking it in greeting.

"Swiss" I call Copia.

He sighed, afraid of the next words the Cardinal might say.

"Could you take Aesir with the others?" The ghoul's mouth opened a little in surprise, he was expecting farewell words "The girls will be very happy to see another female face in the pavilion."

Swiss smiled with deep relief and nodded. "Yes, Cardinal." He directed the girl to the door. "After you," he offered chivalrously.

"Oh, Aesir," Copia called. "If there is any problem, don't hesitate to tell me. In cases of emergencies or things like that." The Cardinal said goodbye.

"Bye," she said as Swiss closed the door behind them both.

I hope you like it, I'm new to the fandom and the lore is somewhat complicated, all help would be VERY welcome.

[what-life-im-a-fangirl]

Zila: I am the smartest person in the Aurora Legion. I am an asset to my squad. I- Fin: Is your hand stuck in the vending machine? Zila: I paid for my skittles. I am getting my skittles.

[radioactive-metal]

absolutely bananas headcanon about why Aurora Legion and Illuminae files are in the same universe

ok… so like, I’m almost sure of this, because of that one plague that’s mentioned in both books, lystergia or something. So, you may ask, “But Mr. Metal what about [fold/aliens/spaceships]” and I say shut your mouth please I’m getting there:

The Fold: they just…. Stopped using it. They decided it was too dangerous after the rahaam because of rouge spores or some shit and also annoying that realistically your most veteran combat crews are like 25 years old generally (looking at you aurora legion) so they started using wormholes instead. Much cleaner, no weird ancient aliens leaving their old glassware around, no psychosis, just good old fashioned giving space time a good wedgie. This is why the Alexander has a big bugger off wormhole in its belly, and has low ranking crew that have like, spouses and kids.

why no aliens? Because Kerenza is like, 10000 people tops and most of them are dead, and it’s in the middle of bumfuck nowhere. You can’t take much family along, so I would bet against beretreskans (even fin talks about needed connections) and I just don’t think the syldrathi would work on a shitty little backwater for a human company. It’s just… not in their nature.

governments: is it that big of a stretch to assume terragov did a big rebrand after it turns out their intelligence wing is full of fun guys? (I know very funny you can shoot me later) also the other governments aren’t mentioned because like… why would they be? Nobody knew what was going on until after the events of the book, so why would they be mentioned?

the ships: I forgot what I wanted to say here but something something still have marines something something.

AI, AKA AIDAN you cannot kill people: is it that much of a stretch to assume that AIs can go from little crazy pocket pad sized giga brain intelligences to city sized “I can calculate all of space time to rip holes in it” Uberbrain in like 150-200 years?

more to come maybe but I need sleep to regain energy to scream at more maybe tommorow.

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

Hadvar, in Helgen: Who . . . are you?

Last Dragonborn: I refuse to answer on the grounds that I don't want to.

[stcnecoldd]

⠀ 𝐔 𝐧 𝐰 𝐚 𝐯 𝐞 𝐫 𝐢 𝐧 𝐠 𝐋 𝐞 𝐠 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 ⠀ ── Strength in unity, power in resilience! ── ⠀ 𝘑𝘖𝘐𝘕 𝘜𝘚 𝘕𝘖𝘞 !

Você é nosso convidado especial para participar da Unwavering Legion durante nossos encontros extra-oficiais. Este é um chamado para todos os campistas que desejam aperfeiçoar suas habilidades de combate, autodefesa e primeiros socorros, visando proteger a si mesmos e aos demais semideuses em momentos de crise.

Na Unwavering Legion, você terá a oportunidade de treinar com os melhores, aprender novas técnicas, e compartilhar experiências com outros semideuses que, assim como você, entendem a importância de estarem preparados para qualquer situação. Nossos instrutores são experientes e dedicados a ajudar cada participante a alcançar seu potencial máximo.

Lembre-se, nossos encontros são secretos e devem ser mantidos assim, longe do conhecimento da direção. Agimos desta forma para garantir a segurança de todos os participantes e a preservação do nosso projeto. A discrição é fundamental para que possamos continuar a nos reunir e fortalecer nossas habilidades sem interrupções.

Além do treinamento físico, também discutiremos estratégias de defesa, táticas de combate e maneiras de utilizar seus poderes de forma mais eficaz. Este é mais do que um simples grupo de treino; é uma comunidade de apoio, onde cada membro ajuda o outro a se tornar mais forte e preparado.

Se você está pronto para aceitar este desafio e fazer parte da Unwavering Legion, junte-se a nós em nossos encontros secretos e torne-se um verdadeiro guardião entre os semideuses. @silencehq

⠀ LISTA DE PARTICIPANTES

── SOBRE :

Qualquer campista está convidado para fazer parte do grupo, seja como mentor ou mentorado.

Se você é um patrulheiro, instrutor de alguma luta/arma ou curandeiro, pode se voluntariar para ser mentor dos campistas que procurarem o grupo.

As reuniões consistem em treinamentos extras pra quem deseja desenvolver suas habilidades de combate e autodefesa, mas também haverá suporte emocional para quem precisar depois dessa nova tragédia.

── OOC :

Tive a ideia de montar o grupo pra ajudar no desenvolvimento da Aurora, porque ela só dizia que ia fazer algo a respeito do que tá acontecendo, mas na prática não tava fazendo nada kkkkk E falando com a central, foi sugerida a ideia desse plot se estender a todos os personagens do rp, assim abre um novo leque de desenvolvimento a quem se interessar.

A inspiração para o plot foi a Armada de Dumbledore, então podem considerar essa referência para o desenvolvimento.

A Aurora foi idealizadora, mas acredito que outros Patrulheiros também contribuíram para a concepção e prática inicial da ideia, então quem tiver interesse de ter feito parte disso pode me chamar.

Você estão livres para abordar e desenvolver plots relacionados ao grupo como quiserem, então não tem necessidade de vir falar comigo previamente. Quero desenvolver o cenário como um grupo dentro de rp mesmo.

Quem quiser plotar algo com a Aurora nesse cenário pode me chamar. :)

Qualquer dúvida, vem de chat!

[teecupangel]

Desmond dying gives us the easiest way to throw him anywhere we want thanks to how mysterious the Eye, the Calculations, the actual Global Aurora Borealis device, and all these other Isu bullshit work.

Throw him back to the past to meet the other AC protagonists? Now easier with the existence of the Reader.

Keep him alive in the modern day or throw him further forward (like Watch_Dog Legion timeline maybe?)? Yeah, just say the device didn't kill him but changed him somehow and there was a delay (temporary death), or use some other Isu bullshit to revive him.

Wanna make crossovers? Easy. Every other series you can think of can be part of the Calculations that the Isus didn't choose. Just to name a few:

Horizon Zero Dawn? Change Abstergo to Far Zenith and you're good to go (Faro being a Templar gone rogue is also optional)

Resident Evil? Abstergo's main line of business is pharmaceutical which is also Umbrella's main line (you can make the initial viruses based on some failed Isu research to survive the solar flare)

Prototype? The Zeus virus can be based on a failed Isu research that perhaps Tinia researched (OG Alex Mercer being a Templar optional)

BBC Merlin? Magic came from the humans who got experimented ala Aita and Juno in Atlantis who then passed it on to their descendants together with the Isu genes (also if you like the headcanon that eyes turn gold when they use Eagle Vision, this means Desmond gets to be treated as a sorcerer who has no idea what's happening)

Animal Crossing? Desmond wakes up in a world where evolution was different and he is being driven to a town by some animal-looking person who isn't weirded out that he's sitting on the back of his taxi and, for some reason, now in debt

Armored Core? The Templars decide that making bigass robots is a good idea for some reason and the whole 'humans had to go underground for a while' can either be because of the solar flare, some other Isu bs, or because humans are humans

Prince of Persia? The dagger of time is a POE and it's the one that pulled Desmond to this timeline

Dead Space? The Marker is a POE and the supposed civilization that got taken out by the necromorphs before could be the Isus who couldn't escape to Earth

In conclusion:

It is very easy to turn Desmond into an isekai protagonist.

[creature-wizard]

How a New Age conspiracy theorist dishonestly cited a CIA file as "evidence" of starseeds and alien contact

So I recently came upon a video claiming that the CIA knows all about starseeds. The creator of this video cited a document found in the Freedom of Information Act Electronic Reading Room.

The document this man cited was titled "Star People Visit Earth To Spread Peace Message." So I went to the website and looked it up. (You can read it for yourself here.)

Opening up the document, we can see what it is for ourselves: a newspaper article clipped from the May 2, 1983 issue of Arizona Daily Wildcat. The article is reporting on claims made by a couple of New Agers, Michael and Aurora El-Legion. Literally everything this article says about aliens and star people came from these two people who gave a presentation at the University of Arizona. Everything they're quoted as claiming in this article was all pretty standard fare among New Agers at the time.

For anyone who isn't aware, the CIA collects information on all kinds of things that might be of interest. It doesn't mean that these things are necessarily real, just that they think it's worth looking into. The only thing this document proves is that someone working for the CIA cut an article out of a newspaper and filed it away.

[bleedingichorhearts]

If it fine with crossovers can u do 1 of subnautica and Warhammer where whoever reader is paired with finds out reader is a survivor of the aurora crash (which I can imagine would be labeled as the ship being missing because it's canon altera is shady as FUCK and will hide shit) plus was an engineer on the crew?

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: I can definitely do crossovers! Especially with these two! Wrote a fic on Subnautica once, but didn’t post it. Altera is a shady like, what you mean I have to pay all that money just because I was surviving? Whole thing a damn scam.😭 I hope you don’t mind that I used my oc’s.

𝕬𝖉𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘: This is not cannon for my oc’s.

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: Some Alpha Legionnaires find out you were one of the engineers on a lost planet called “4546B,” and being the information gathers they are… They want answers.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.

TW // None.

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“Brother! Look what I have found!” Hydra calls out to his fellow legionnaire with a data pad in hand. Shoving the thing into his brothers face as Asclepius flinches away from it, disliking the forced closeness of it. The brightness of the tech hurting his eyes.

“What is it brother?” Asclepius grumbles at his younger counterpart. Taking his brothers’ armored wrist in his own gauntlet, and pushing the data pad away from his face so he can look at it properly. His eyes squinting slightly in confusion at what is being shown on the data pad in front of him.

“It is our little serpent!” Hydra exclaims to him, turning the data pad to him for a second to look at it before showing the simple, blurry picture at him again. The image: all pixelated, though you can tell there was some sort of island in the picture.

“Little serpent?” The older Alpha legionnaire questions, raising his brow at the picture. He was having a bit of a hard time studying this corrupt picture, but it was clear that if he put his mind to it better he could tell it is their little serpent in the picture. “What got you excited about this picture, brother? I see nothing but an island and water around her.”

“Look closer.” Hydra urges him, using his gauntlet to zoom in on the picture, more specifically the background off to the side of their little serpent. Darker, purplish pixels popping up. “See that?”

“They are advanced ruins.” Asclepius huff, shifting his weight. What is his brother trying to say to him? “Where are you getting at, brother?”

“Asclepius.” His brother whines at him, looking up at him with a ‘really?’ expression. Dropping the data pad to his sides. “I’ve talked to you about this, did you not listen?”

“I have, brother. Do not fret.” Asclepius calms him, waving a gentle gauntlet at him. He always takes notes on whenever his brethren are speaking. Especially, with the things they have an interest in, and well… it tends to peak his curiosity’s as well. Causing a chain reaction between the three.

“So you must know we should question our little serpent about this.” Hydra pushes, stepping forward a little bit, his sabatons giving a soft thud to the ground while he puts the data pad up to his face again. This time, a little bit farther away for his face. “She is the only survivor we know about.”

“She is the only survivor?” Asclepius repeats, now very, very interested in this picture than he was before. Looking at it a bit more intently, trying to gather everything out of the measly picture. The Alpha legions need to know burning up in his soul.

“Yes, she is.” Hydra simply confirms back, nodding. Pulling back the data pad to look at the picture again. His deep, ocean blue eyes looking over the picture for the uptenth time.

“Where is she now?” Asclepius asks, standing up straighter. Wanting to just bolt to be the first to get this information. Not only that, but their little serpent is a survivor. Something that not many can achieve in this accursed universe.

You had been working a trinket of yours within your Alpha legions quarters. Ever slowly building it up to perfection to keep your hands busy while you let your legionnaires do… whatever they do. Simply basking on their bunk as you have learned to not just up and leave without knowing who your legionnaires were. There were a lot of copy cats…

Twisting the trinket in your hands, it gives soft clicks as the door of the quarters opens up. Your eyes glancing up briefly before looking back down at the trinket. A hummed greeting going through your vocal cords.

“Little serpent? We have something to ask of you.” Asclepius' voice hums back almost questioning. Two pairs of soft thuds shuffling into the room.

“Oh? What can I provide when you know everything?” You question back, tilting your head as you continue to work on the trinket. Your eyes never leaving it.

You can feel as the bunk dips a little then a warm sensation gently nuzzling into the side of your neck. Turquoise armor surrounding your peripheral vision before you’re gently pulled back into their cold armor. That warm sensation turning into soft kisses into your neck.

“You’re the only survivor of a planet we’ve been very curious about.” Asclepius mumbles into your neck, keeping in place when you squirm. A little bit ticklish at the act. “Pry to tell?”

“Pry to tell?” You repeat, amused with their attempts to sway you, even if they didn’t need to. Your eyes glancing to the Alpha Legion behind you. “You don’t have to seduce me for such information you know.”

“Hmmm, I’m giving payment.” He simply states, nuzzling into your neck more, and you can’t help but give a scoff. Entertained by his words. He was always such a pleaser.

“We are curious little serpent.” Hydra bumps in, coming closer himself. Kneeling beside the bunk with a hard thud. His gauntlets bracing himself on the edge; means not to squish you. “What was it like on that planet?”

“Planet 4546B was surprisingly beautiful in its own way.” You sigh, trying to remember all the good, wondrous things of the planet. “Of course it was mostly a water planet; I had to search for materials under the surface, but it holds its beauty from the Jellyshroom caves and down to the Lava lakes. Dangerous, but beautiful.”

“Lava lakes?” Hydra questions, tilting his head. His eyes never leaving your form when you talk about the planet. “How deep was the planet? Why did you need to go down so far?”

“Oh, I would say… 1,300 - 1,500 meters down. The temperature was… something else, but I’ve built a suit for that.” You hum in thought, trying to remember how far you could actually go. You weren’t going to count the Void. “I had to go farther down for the materials like: Crystalline sulfur and Kyanite. Not only that but I had to get into the Containment facility down there.”

“Containment facility?” Asclepius repeats, leaning away to look at you carefully. What do you mean ‘containment facility?’ Did this plant have something they shouldn’t?

“Yes, containment facility.” You nod, shifting in his lap. Getting yourself comfortable as you place the trinket you were working on off to your side. “That place held or rather imprisoned a Sea Emperor Leviathan in it. She had a cure for the planet as it was quarantined.”

Cure? Sea Emperor Leviathan? Quarantine? Oh, these Alpha Legionnaires were getting more and more invested by the second. Not by a minute, by the second. They were craving more and more; the Thousands sons would be jealous.

“Cure? What did you need a cure for?” Hydra asks, leaning forward a bit more. Like as if he were to get closer he would obtain everything he questioned.

“Kharaa Bacterium.” You simply say, looking up at the ceiling of their quarters as you play with your fingers. Rather content on telling them your… lonely past. “It is not a native disease to the planet. It was brought over by these other alien life called the ‘Architects’ in an attempt to find a vaccine.”

“Did you get infected by this disease?” Asclepius questions this time, coming back to nuzzle you a bit closer. The thought of losing you to an unknown disease not sitting well for either of them.

“As soon as I crash landed on the planet.” You say, bringing your hand behind you to trail your fingers along his armor. “The bacterium enters the body through skin and increases its strength inside of you, but do not worry. I’m free of it.”

Both of the Legionnaires sigh at your admission. Asclepius nuzzling you impossibly more with Hydra laying his head down in your lap. Their questions still burn but their worry can burn brighter. At least, for you.

“I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t because 1: I would be dead if I didn’t find the cure quick enough and 2: I’m 1 trillion in credit debt for just trying to survive. Which is where you sneaky lovers came in.” You continue and explain yourself. Using your other hand to trace your fingers along Hydras bald head.

The two can’t help the dread and amusement that passes through them at your words. Not liking how you spoke of this disease so… commonly and how unjustly your company was with you. 1 trillion? For just surviving? It was a good thing they found an unique interest in your ship.

“1 trillion…” Asclepius mumbles into your neck. Swaying with you a little bit, teasing you. “Quite the fugitive you are, little serpent.”

“Am not!” You huff, pulling your hands back from them to fold your arms, looking away from them both. Hydra giving a tiny whine/huff at your hand removal. “I was just trying to survive!”

“A Night lord would be jealous of you.” Asclepius resumes, nuzzling a bit harder into you. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make you squirm and squeak out at his actions.

“Don’t even get me started on the other leviathans!” You quickly come up with something to distract them with. Using information like some bread crumbs and feeding it to them.

“…The other what?”

[kevinwikse]

AURORA, COLORADO UNDER ATTACK BY FOREIGN CRIMINAL ARMY. BIDEN AND HARRIS DO NOTHING. THAT IS TREASON AND HIGH CRIMES!

Let’s set the stage. Aurora, Colorado—once a quiet suburb now ground zero for a hostile takeover. The enemy? A foreign legion of criminals, a shadow army with no flag but chaos. Meanwhile, the President of the United States—assuming the bastard’s still breathing—has vanished like a ghost in a cheap magician’s act. And the VP, our illustrious DNC nominee for the 2024 presidential race, seems to have ascended without a single vote cast in her favor. Democracy, it seems, has been hijacked, and not a soul in power is lifting a finger to stop this invasion. Treason? High crimes? That’s just the appetizer in this sordid feast of betrayal.

Now, here’s the kicker: You liberal assholes, the self-proclaimed saviors of democracy, the so-called champions of the downtrodden, how the fuck do you manage to sleep at night? You, with your silence, are complicit in this carnage. You’ve become the cancer gnawing away at the bones of this country, and you march through your days as if none of this blood is on your hands. But it is, oh, it is. You are as guilty as those pulling the triggers, your quiet complicity as deadly as any bullet fired in this godforsaken war.