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kristencsummerlin · 2 years ago

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if ur still doing the ask prompt thing 👁👁,,,, nicktoons unite + relationship chart. like one of those rhat show each dudes profile and their relation to everyone else in the group

Of course my Anonymous Sugar-Bee I'm still doing those prompt things. And this sounds perfect to do. Now I am going off my versions of the characters. Each I haven't talked enough about or done anything with.

I also like to include XJ-9 as the fifth member because I adore her. And I'm not a huge fan of Tak.

Alias: Danny Phantom, Ghost Boy, Invisi-Bill

Real Name: Danny Fenton

Age: 16 years old

Gender: Cis Male He/Him

Sexuality: Heterosexual? (he prefers the opposite sex though he's willing to date other genders if he loved the person enough.)

Occupation: B Average Student, Science Major at Nickolas High School, Junior Astronaut

The Leader of the group known as Nickolas City's Unite or UN as people call it. He's been working as a superhero for two years. Though he mostly handled ghosts and other supernatural beings before forming a hero team with the other members. He was dubbed the leader for reasons even he's confused about. But has been doing the job well enough. He's like a big brother figure for a lot of the members. Often stepping into their affairs trying to help and or fix situations that might have nothing to do with them.

Timmy Turner: Danny sees Timmy like a little brother at times. He goes out of his way to help Timmy with his emotions and even with homework. He even tried to convince Timmy to live with him once he learned about his living situation. (Aka a street kid) They play video games, read comic books, and eat junk food until their hearts give off.

Jimmy Neutron: Funny enough despite seeing Timmy like family. Jimmy is his actual younger cousin. (Judy, Maddie, and Alicia were separated for years.) Danny sees Jimmy as some of the smartest on the planet. They often talk about theories and space travel. Jimmy's been to other planets, so Danny likes to listen in on the juicy details about space. I guess his only problem is Jimmy's lack of communication. They've argued because Jimmy refused to talk about the issue, ask for help, or apologize ever.

SpongeBob SquarePants: Bob and Danny can hang out for hours. Something about that mermaid like boy that makes Danny giggle. But he also repeats Bob for being able to balance, work, school, hero work, and everyday live without a complaint. Makes Danny think he's more capable seeing someone else manage. If anyone is able to keep Danny sane it's the Sponge-kin.

Jenny Wakeman: Jenny was the first hero Danny was able to work missions with. She figured out his secret identity on accident. So Danny confessed. Which worked perfectly as Jenny isn't that versed on the paranormal and Danny never fought an alien. So they were able to work together happily. They tell dad jokes together. Tuck and Dani are besties. He's only problem is he knows she has a crush on him. He figured it out early on. He was flattered at first but he doesn't want to upset her.

Alias: N/A

Real Name: Jimmy Neutron

Age: 15 years old.

Gender: Cis Male He/Him and or They/Them (easier for non-human species)

Sexuality: Pansexual (He's open to everything. Doesn't have to be human either.)

Occupation: A+ Student, Science Major at Nickolas High School, Minor Galactic Criminal

The Brains of the team. He personally wanted to be the leader but thing didn't go as planned. Still Jimmy is willing to do his part no matter what it might be. Provide a secret base, equipment, be the teams medic (even for the robot), he even bribed Timmy by doing his homework for an entire semester. He's annoyed but does it because someone has to do it. That and he doesn't like admitting it but he likes them.

Timmy Turner: Out of everyone in the group. Timmy is his bestfriend. Which is way they fight so much. Who else call you a punk ass bitch with full confidence more than your best friends. That and Timmy is stubborn. While Timmy is his bestie that will destroy shit with. Timmy is also the second person he's argued with throughout his life. It doesn't help that Timmy is magical which annoys Jimmy. He thinks magic's too easy and unproducible. You can hurt thousand without trying. At least with Science it's slow.

Danny Phantom: Jimmy's cousin and one of the only people 16 years old he repeats. Danny takes everything into note which makes Jimmy feel like he's appreciated. Though it annoys him that Danny has never tried to explore and experiment anything in the Ghost Zone. He has the golden opportunity. He also doesn't understand why Danny wants to keep his identity a secret. He's parents would try to kill him less, school would be more easy on him like it is with Jenny.

SpongeBob SquarePants: Bob remains Jimmy of Carl at times. Except Bob has to sleep in water. That sponge has tried to steal his devises to play around with. Has accidently lost his invisible hamster. And keeps rearranging his lab around despite Jimmy telling him not to every single time. But Jimmy does enjoy the humanoid sea creature.

Jenny Wakeman: Jenny is a saving grace. Jimmy panics without some type of technology on hand. Lucky for him Jenny is there whenever he calls. Though he doesn't like being babied by her. Nor treated like her "little" brother when she's technically 6 years old. Though as much as he hates to admit it. He enjoys having her there from time to time. He's gone out of his way so she can have citizenship and fix her sisters up so they can live her her full time.

Alias: Abra-Catastrophe, Former Clift The Boy Chin Wonder

Real Name: Timmy Turner (He prefers Timmy Cosma but legally he has to go by Turner)

Age: 14 years old

Gender: Cis Male He/Him (Though he personally doesn't care what you call him)

Sexuality: Pansexual (He loved Trixie as both a girl and a boy.)

Occupation: Thanks to Jimmy he's currently a B student, D average Student otherwise, Art Major at Nickolas High School

The Lancer of the team and the only magic user. As Danny's more science when it comes to the supernatural. Timmy often relies on magic to help him which causes more problems being he's still learning how to use it. She's kind of the punk kid doing things for shits and giggles until something serious comes along. Then you get you to see his real self.

Danny Phantom: Timmy is a superhero fanboy through and through. Even if that famous hero is only two years older than him. That and Timmy is use to magical beings more than regular humans. But Danny's even cooler being he's a unique type of magical being. They act like brothers for most of the time. Though Timmy hates it when Danny tries to intervene with his life. Especially his home life. It causes the two to argue for days. Timmy prefers to fix his problems on his own.

Jimmy Neutron: It takes a lot to become one of Timmy's part of his inner friend circle. It took three city-almost-in-ruin events. But now they're besties. Timmy thinks Jimmy's inventions are awesome and loves to test them out with Bob. Jimmy can't say the same for Timmy's magic. But hey it is what it is. Though Jimmy is rather bossy and arrogant at times. Which causes Timmy to argue with him in the hopes it would cause he's ego to deflate. It doesn't but hey, it is what it is.

SpongeBob SquarePants: Timmy is willing to stab others for Bob. That's his buddy. Bob seems like an innocent guy wanting to help for the greater good. Timmy respects that because that generosity is hard to find. Though he thinks Bob is a doormat. He's often tried to get him to toughen up. Teach him how to flip people off. Bob knows full and well how, but doesn't see the point in it. So Timmy flips people off for him.

Jenny Wakeman: Again fanboys. Though unlike Danny he's not comfortable with opening up to her. I lot about his past and the many small crimes he's committed has caused him to fear when she'll rat him out. Otherwise he treats her like a sister, as she insists to be looked at as one.

Alias: Sponge-Boy

Real Name: SpongeBob SquarePants

Age: 17 years old

Gender: Cis Male He/Him

Sexuality: Asexual

Occupation: Manager of on land Krusty Krab, C average student, Business Major at Nickolas Nigh School.

Bob is the heart due to his comedic responses and heartwarming demeanor. He sees the good in everyone and believes in giving one hundred chances. Sadly this sort of view is what gets him in trouble like all the time. He does his best to impress others and has quickly jumped to outlandish assumptions. But he's proven important to the team time and time again. Bob has admitted though "he feels like a fish out of water" when it comes to the hero life.

Timmy Turner: They get along beyond well. Bob has no idea what a fairy is but thinks they're really pretty. They hang out almost all the time. Bob also has tried to follow Timmy advise. The word is try being the thought of losing his job hurts more than death. So he's kept his words and fingers to himself.

Jimmy Neutron: Jimmy like Sandy is the smartest person ever. He allows knows how to have fun. Even though Jimmy doesn't want Bob is mess with any of his things. Or the fact that Jimmy hates Patrick more than vampires hate the sun. Which breaks Bob's spirit a small bit but it is what it is.

Danny Phantom: Danny's great. He believes in Bob. Includes him in everything important. Which makes Bob feel like an actual member to the team. As if he's slowly becoming like his favorite superhero. That and ghosts scare him so Danny helps.

Jenny Wakeman: His past experience with robots didn't go well but he likes Jenny anyway. Even though Jenny can't visit his house or stand too close to him due to her being weak to water. But you can be friends with someone from across the room.

Alias: XJ-9

Real Name: XJ-9 (she prefers Jenny Wakeman.

Age: Mentally and Physically 16. Otherwise she's 6.

Gender: Trans Female She/Her (she was made genderless)

Sexuality: Asexual (willing to date. but no sex.)

The Bronze of the team. Often going in to fight the villain without thinking on how to do so. She's also quick tempered. Though she's still sweet in her own way. Created to the be a superhero and longing for a regular teenage life. In an consent battle with her programming, her mother, and her own wants.

Timmy Turner: She sees Timmy as a pain. She wants to be besties with him like she is with Jimmy but he's distant with her. Though they seem to get along well enough. Jenny has saved Timmy and Danny from bullies so often that people stopped bullying him for a long time. To return the favor though she never asked. Timmy poured red dye on Brit and Tiffs white clothes.

Jimmy Neutron: Her soul brother. Jenny's use to geniuses. Which causes her to know how to talk to them. She watches documentaries with him and joins Jimmy on shit talking the video if it's insanely inaccurate. Though she's not letting his treatment towards Boibot go. Jimmy built him and threw him away. She doesn't care if he built him his own parents. He threw the boy away. She's gone out of her way to force the two to bond.

Danny Phantom: Danny isn't the first teen hero she's met though he's her favorite. She developed a crush on him fast. She tries to ignore her feelings because friendship is more important. But he has Icy blue eyes. Those are her favorite eye color on a guy! Besides that they work well together. She often punishes the boys when they're fighting while Danny comforts them. As if he's the mom and she's the dad.

SpongeBob SquarePants: He's sweet but he seems scared of her. Plus she can't really touch him without having to get repaired by her mom. Though Bob and Danny are pretty much immortal so if she has too she'll train with Bob.

(Hope this is what you were hoping for.)

#nicktoons unite #danny phantom #timmy turner #jimmy neutron #human spongebob #jenny xj9 #answered ask

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kiaranovastar · 1 year ago

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Moonchild script

Once upon a time, there was a young girl on the moon.

She would sprinkle stardust on anyone that was suffering and ease their pain.

She shone over everyone at night time and healed them with the moon's healing powers.

The moon grew large, then small, and then large again.

It was the light in darkness.

Popa: Right now it's a crescent moon.

I like it when its crescent. It's easy to lie down on.

Radio: Its fishing season! Today is forecast for a big catch.

Popa: No way! I should head to the lake immediately!

In the background are sun and moon creatures running around while Popa is fishing

Huh?

It's a big one!

Catches a huge golden fish

Huh?

Something sprinkles from the fish's mouth

Fish lands on grass

A music box lands in Popas hands

What's this?

Opens

(In a singing voice) Go to the prison tower

The prison tower?

Note: The prison tower is a confinement centre for galactic criminals. It holds both minor and serious criminals.

Moon bird (Moony)

Singing a song while looking at the shine from Earth

Oh, what a beautiful light

Why must I have to fight

Perhaps I will find my salvation

Today

My name is Popa by the way.

Popa, can you get the keys to the cells here?

Hmm, I know the prison guard personally.

Then watch me work my magic.

Ah, Popa.

Wesley?

I just wanted to ask about-

Music box shines

Ah, the keys. Sure, I'll give them to you.

Huh?

I have mind controlling powers.

Walking up steps

Yes, go this way.

Ah!

Music box starts singing

Finds Moony

Music box!

Etshosidye

They hug

Popa: Huh? Is that your name?

Yes. It is. I know it is incomprehensible in your tongue.

Then... why don't I call you Moony!

Moony, huh? Fine, I like it!

Are you a boy or a girl?

Hmmhmmhmm! What do you think?

A boy? A girl? I'm an adult you know!

Hehe he... sorry.

It's fine, it's fine!

Thank you for saving me. What can I possibly do to repay you.

Music box opens

Gasp!

You are the one that can open the music box!

Me? What do you mean?

Who are you anyway?

Me... I am...

Once upon a time, there was a moon bird.

I have spent so long flying around the universe, looking for someone to tell my story to... I think I have found the one.

It was the end of the planet... The sun turned into a red dwarf and burned up my planet. In desperation I fled to the farthest reaches of the universe, in search of the right person to deliver the music box to.

Because the music box can only be opened by the person with the right aura. I thought I would never find them.

The music box, when it is opened and sings, can restore life to a planet. The owner can make it sing. That is why I need it.

You must return the sacred music box to its rightful owner.

Hmm ok, that's very interesting. This all sounds crazy to me. But if you need my help... I'll do it.

Popa!

Popa, oh Popa! How can I thank you?

Hehe. Don't worry about it.

You can buy a space board to fly across the stars. I didn't need one because I can fly.

Buys it

Are you sure you want to come with us?

Yes! It's an adventure!

Ok.

Wow, I didn't know there were this many stars!

Nnnng! (Moony trying to hold on)

Look, theres some kind of a wall in the way.

Inspects it

No matter how far up, down, left or right we go, we can't seem to get past it. What do we do?

Why don't we try going through it?

Woah!

They enter another dimension.

A barren wasteland.

We came from the sky. How do we get out now?

Hunter gatherer long people.

They are carrying an animals dead carcass.

Hmm!

Strange people!

Who are you?

I'm Popa. And this is Moony. Where are we?

We are flubos. This is Flubo land.

Where can we find more people?

Go to city. Over there. They help you.

Thank you. Bows

A magical city of flubos.

Wow, this place is nice!

What do you wanna do?

Buy icecream!

Looks at all the foreign flavours

Wow! I don't even know what these flavours are!

Licking ice-cream

Huh?

A glimmer of light

Let's follow it!

Please, give me back my teddy!

A child moon bird pleading to a flubo

Hey! Give it back!

Music box controls the flubo

Yes. I will give it back

Phew. You saved me!

No problem.

You don't look like you're from here either. Where did you come from?

I'm Popa. I'm Moony. I'm from Earth. I'm from Croxa.

Nice to meet you Popa and Moony. I'm Lecca. Let me show you around.

I was adopted by two very nice flubos. I don't know how I got here. I think my parents must be dead.

But to meet another moon bird here. That's rare.

What is this world.

This is a mysterious dimension. It goes on endlessly. But the only place with civilisation is this city.

Wow... The savages must be lonely.

Yes. They are very lonely...

Say...

Theres really something strange about this place. Sometimes, at the corner of my eye... I see... Nothing.

This is where the government is. If you want to find out how to get out, ask them.

Thanks Lecca!

They go to the government office

Hello. Is this the president Flubo?

Yes, it is. What do you want, my dears?

Hmm. It seems that you are not of this dimension.

We came from the sky. We want to get to the other side of this wall.

I see.

Hmmhmmhmm. Why don't we have some tea while we talk?

Popa pours tea into her mouth, but she doesn't taste it.

Huh?

I didn't taste it at all.

You know... I just love it when some lost children come looking for help. I love helping children. Hahaha.

Somethings wrong!

What kind of a journey did you go on? What did you see? Hahaha. Very interesting.

Popa, I didn't taste the tea either!

I heard that.

Suddenly it gets dark.

Hmmhmmhmm. We are not real. We are illusions. You are trapped here for the rest of eternity.

What?!

It goes black and they can't see anything around them.

Time has stopped.

You are here for an eternity.

Popa! Moony!

Lecca!

Everyone disappeared! What happened?

The flubos are illusion creatures. We don't really exist. This whole dimension doesn't exist.

How do we get out?

It's no use. You can't.

I... think I have something.

Takes out another music box.

I found it in an alley one time. It spoke to me. It said it can work miracles, but it will be destroyed after use.

Another music box!

Let's try it!

It sings. The dimension disappears and they are back in space.

Wow...

Lecca, that was amazing!

Come with us. We're delivering Moonys music box to the rightful owner. I know who it is.

Ah... Sleep time.

Look.

They see moving stars.

We are close. That is the star dancer. The rightful owner of the music box.

Star dance performance

Madame Star Dancer is performing with other dancers

The star dancer finishes dancing.

Madam, we have a letter for you.

Dear Madam Star Dancer

We are pleased to inform you that the sacred music box you have wished for is finally coming. It is being carried by travellers.

In the past, when the dancer was still small

Dancing

Oh music box, what could I do without you? You bring such joy to my life.

Cecca, my dear, I just love watching you dance. Please, dance away.

And she dances the night away.

She gets called by her parents. She lives in the palace as a dancer.

Cecca, there is something we must tell you. The circumstances of our planet... They are not looking good. Our planet is about to be taken over by evil aliens. We must evacuate.

But as they are evacuating, the music box gets locked so that it couldn't open, and stolen.

They are saved by another alien species, but it is too late.

The music box is gone.

And that was when she became appointed as the star dancer.

The gang arrive.

Ah, what a long ride!

Face looking relieved

My friends. You've arrived.

Madame Star Dancer. I bring you... The music box.

My music box! I'm delighted! It's been so long! How have you been? Teary eyed

Cecca! I missed you!

Before they return the music box the dimension breaks

You fools, you think you can get out of this one?

I am the Godess of another dimension!

Lost in nothingness with strange colors swirling around, they call for each other.

Popa, it's me! Smiles

Moony!

I have an idea.

Moon child ends up offering up a piece of her heart to the god of that dimension to get back to their own

A gust breaks out in the whole universe

If I offer a piece of my heart

Ends with Popa and bird sitting on Popa's moon with part of Popa's image missing on her top

Popa and Moony do a dance with the dancers

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ignitedfms · 3 months ago

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[ bie thassapak hsu, demi-man, he/they ] Look who just landed! SANTI AMARIN-ZHAO, I sure hope you packed all you need. Perhaps you’re not worried as the CEO of X ACADEMY. The city has plenty of spots for a 29 year old SIGHIR like you. You’ll be known in the city soon enough as THE PEACEMAKER, being CHARISMATIC and INSTIGNANT. ( fayn, 29, pst, removed for discretion )

00000 - - INTERVIEW INCOMING - - - 001

001101 1- - ARE you A LOCAL OF MARS OR HAVE you LANDED HERE RECENTLY? WHAT IS your OPINION OF THE CITY OF NEW JAKARTA? - 00011011

“God dammit… Not again.” Santi let out a frustrated sigh when he saw the calendar notification. “Lunch” had been replaced with “DNB - Meeting with OVERSEER”. That was the third overbooked lunch this week alone… and the fifth time he had spoken with THE OVERSEERS this month.

Not even five minutes later, he was welcoming the uniformed officer into his office at X HQ, inviting him to sit opposite his desk chair, offering him a drink, and not leaving any trace of his prior frustration as the thinly-veiled interrogation began. “Born and raised here.” Santi replied without skipping a beat, a note of practiced pride in his voice. “I’m proud to say that my mom’s side of the family was one of the investors of the scientists back on Earth who discovered how to get to Mars, and my dad’s side of the family was one of the original Braax mine owners. Together, my family helped fund and create X ACADEMY nearly four decades ago to further scientific research to better NEW JAKARTA. It is an honour that I get to continue their legacy to help ensure NEW JAKARTA becomes universe-renown for innovation and a symbol of peace in our solar system.” Santi might as well have read his UNN 30 Under 30 article verbatim.

The irony of being called “THE PEACEMAKER” while being a glorified drug and arms dealer was not lost on Santi, but as the relatively new and young CEO of X ACADEMY, he had a duty to the people of NEW JAKARTA — to obtain peace at any cost. Even if it meant manufacturing problems which he created solutions to.

Amidst rising tensions throughout the city and all stratas of society, people were desperately looking for hope. There was a space to be filled, and Santi gladly took it. It’s not like he had a choice in the matter anyways. Might as well be at least outwardly happy about being the posterboy for his family’s ambitions to turn public opinion in their favour.

“NEW JAKARTA is a city of potential. I see it everyday—in the people I work with, in the citizens of the city, and in the very planet we inhabit. I’m sure if we all work together, a dream of putting NEW JAKARTA on the galactic map will be more than just a dream.”

0101022 - - ARE you AWARE OF THE CRIMINAL CIRCUIT OF NEW JAKARTA? WOULD you BE WILLING TO INFORM THE OVERSEERS IF you SEE ANYTHING OUT OF THE ORDINARY? - 001200

“As much as I would have liked not having a reminder—unfortunately, yes. We are victims ourselves, y’know…” Santi made a show of rubbing his temples, as if the mere thought of crime troubled him so deeply, it gave him a migraine. “I was the one personally on the phone with the Force Leader for hours after the latest heist. Priceless, life-changing research now in the hands of criminals, what will THE BOARD say…” He shook his head. “The woes of a CEO, am I right?”

What he neglected to say was that it was on his verbal order that the location of the NEMESIS production facility was leaked. Truth be told, if he hadn’t been slammed with meetings, he probably would’ve told THE SKELETON CREW the location himself just to see if he could start some issues in THE SLUMS for some added spice in his life. Things got boring when it was too peaceful, and pitting pawns against each other was one of his favourite past times.

Santi’s trademark smile then appeared on his face. The same smile that adorned his UNN 30 Under 30 article, the same article wore at the press conference after the heist. The smile that enamoured him with the masses and gave them reassurance that real change was coming. “I, of course, look forward to continuing our esteemed partnership. I dare say that the future and peace of NEW JAKARTA relies on the cooperation between us at X ACADEMY and THE OVERSEERS. You have my continued and advance gratitude.”

000111311 - - HAVE you BEEN TESTED FOR ANY TRACES OF SIGHIR? HAVE your TESTS ON THE VIRUSES COME BACK CLEAN? - 0012133

There was nothing to hide. He couldn’t hide. His upbringing, his rise to corporate power, hell, even his schedule of daily meetings for the last month was leaked in a tabloid. The X ACADEMY stocks that day were crazy. And it was all by design.

“Of course!” Whether that was in response to only one or both of the questions, he did not specify. “What kind of CEO would I be if I didn’t test our own products? As you may know, in partnership with the government, we are developing new testing techniques as more about the SIGHIR becomes known. It is our hope that we can harness SIGHIR for the good of NEW JAKARTA.”

Santi was now typing into his handheld. “Give me a moment to log into our servers. I want to show you how the latest read out for the test looks like. We think this will revolutionize public health literacy and tackle testing hesitancy. See? Look.” He shared his screen with THE OVERSEER. A profile of his latest test results presented on screen, supposedly taken just the day prior—all clear, in more ways than one. The user interface of X ACADEMY’s latest test result panel was akin to the latest social media platform, clean and compact, easy to understand. “There is still user experience testing to be done, but we’re hoping to propose this new layout to the government in our next joint meeting.”

But this was all a ruse—he, himself, was a ruse; a gambit years in the making. This very identity he presented to the world was something his family had started crafting for him even before he was born. To this end, they had even been fabricating his medical records from the moment he took his first breath. The only thing true about him was that he was the heir to the Amarin-Zhao conglomerate, and as such, a strategic asset. In due time, his status as a SIGHIR would be revealed with the goal of bringing more prominence to the Amarin-Zhao name.

0113114 - - DO you HAVE ANYTHING TO DECLARE? WEAPONS, AUGMENTATIONS, MECHANICAL PARTS OR AI-RELATED APERTURE? - 0012444

“Personally? None.” For tax purposes, all things — weapons, mainly — he could’ve declared were technically property of the family conglomerate, off-shored back on Earth, or hidden in stockpiles in THE SLUMS. It was business principle and white collar crime 101: diversify your portfolio and don’t keep all your eggs in one basket. “But for X ACADEMY-related inquiries, I can get you in touch with our record-keeping department to get you any documentation you need. Just let me know.”

He was smiling again. “Thank you again, truly, for taking the time to speak today. I appreciate it. Again, feel free to reach back out if you need anything else. If you please excuse me, I have another meeting to get to.” Finally, lunch.

#plot driven rp #literate rp #scifi rp #crime rp #magic rp #mumu rp #oc rp #semi appless roleplay #ignitedinterview

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letitrainathousandflames · 4 years ago

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Fix-It AU - Clone Strike

"There is a siege going on in Umbara, and the separatists are attacking the Alderaanian outposts, so tell your troopers to stop playing dead, gear up and get ready for combat!" Palpatine demands in a holo-call with the commanders

"I'm afraid that won't be possible." replies commander Wolffe with no care for decorum "Us clones recently found out that being paid in 'exclusive GAR currency' instead of actual credits, having no assigned vacation time and not being allowed to quit is highly illegal and we're suing the republic."

"Wh-" Palpatine gasps, squinting in disbelief "What in the moons are you talking-"

"And I know," commander Bly interjects "it is a bummer that legally we aren't people so we can't defend ourselves in court, but this public defense attorney said they'll represent us in court for free because this is a flagrant human rights violation."

Palpatine's usually calm, pale features are reddened and clearly straining not to become twisted in fury.

"But you are not-"

"Yes, I know, we are 'clones, not technically human, blah blah blah'," Captain Rex shakes his head, rolling his eyes "but our attorney will be basing their case on animal rights - see, even if a pet 'belongs' to you, as we 'belong' to the GAR, the Jedi and the Kaminoans, if it is proven that you are causing harm to your pet, they get taken from you and you get sued. It's more or less how we're approaching this."

"How-"

"And I know you might think that we would be offended for being defended in court as animals," Commander Cody quips with a dramatic grimace "but look, after living your whole life as a clone trooper you kinda stop caring about the dehumanizing treatment, so..."

At this point, Palpatine slams his hands on his desk, abruptly rising up from his chair.

"Enough! This is treason! There is a war raging on, and our beloved republic will fall if you don't get in line and cease this treacherous talk! Now get in line and do your jobs!"

"Or what?" Commander Fox, the only clone physically present in the office asks, removing his helmet and showing his perfectly calm features contrasting starkly with Palpatine's enraged expression "What is the threat, Your Excellency? A death penalty? We face death every day, we witness it taking our brothers in battle, and we prepare ourselves for it every time our gunship's ramps are lowered and we step out into the gunfire. We are raised from infancy not to fear it, and we are hardened from combat to laugh at it."

And there is a gleam in Fox's brown eyes, in every speck of gold in his irises as he leans closer, placing his gloved hand on the Chancellor's polished desk of expensive Nabooan wood. Fox's scratched and dented hand guard stands out against the elegant furniture.

"You can't threaten us with imprisonment either." he continues "Not only we are trained to and used to living in small quarters with limited to none personal items of our own, I am certain that a sudden influx of over three million inmates would effectively break the republic's correctional system. Besides... you wouldn't want men as skilled as we are, with as much intel on the GAR as we have, kept with the Republic's worse criminals, right? So that, too, is off the list."

Palpatine doesn't interrupt Fox's musings. He seems too stunned at the clone he expected the most loyalty from and his unexpected act of betrayal. Fox straightens himself up and strokes his chin in thought.

"Now, separating us from our families, that would be a low blow, and most likely an effective one. Taking our spouses and children from us or even - stars - threatening them, that would be a brutal way to coerce us to do your bidding. But then again, by not allowing us to have personal lives of our own, the republic prevented us from creating any ties, so all clones are unmarried and childless. All a clone has is his brothers. So that won't work either."

Palpatine sinks back into his chair with a defeated sigh, his gaze lost. His right hand falls on his thigh, slowly moving under his desk. Fox's eyes narrow on him.

"With all due respect, sir, if you are planning on triggering the alarm and accusing me of attempting to murder you, I advise you not to." he glances at the helmet tucked under his arm "I have been recording this entire meeting, and the video is being relayed to all of my men who are scattered through the building and outside as well. I have given them instructions to make sure the recording reaches the public in the case of my unexpected death or imprisonment."

Palpatine freezes, eyes widening in a mix of shock and disgust at the clone, as if Fox is a misbehaved dog that he wants to beat.

"How dare you..." Palpatine grits out "How... dare you! The republic gave you life!" and he looks at the blue specters of the clone commanders' holograms watching him "We gave life to all of you!"

Cody looks at Palpatine. The Marshall Commander, always so polite and respectful grins wide, nodding.

"Yes. And now we are going to make something out of it, Your Excellency. With or without your permission. Fox will bring you a datapad with a list of our demands this afternoon."

"The separatists are still attacking as we speak!" Palpatine yells, spit flying off his mouth "There is no time for this! Even voting for every single demand of yours in the Senate could take months!"

"Well, then, sir," Commander Cody says with a shrug "I do hope you can try and speed up the process. You see - if the Seppies get to coruscant, my brothers and I can defend ourselves with ease and maintain our strike. I do not think the same can be said of the civilian population..."

"You are bluffing." Palpatine spits

"Maybe." Commander Wolffe smirks "Are you going to try and see it for yourself, sir?"

"You will be blamed for this!"

"We already are." Captain Rex interjects tiredly "We are already being blamed for everything that goes wrong in this war. "

Commander Thorn speaks up for the first time, his blue, slightly glitching image showing the commander that had long stopped standing in attention and is now giving Palpatine the same cold glare that all of his brothers share at the moment.

"It's not a long list, Your Excellency" his tone at the title is full of contempt "It is actually a perfect copy of the 8th Ammendment of the Galactic Constitution, on the rights for sentient beings - a text all senators, especially a Chancellor such as yourself, are very familiar with."

Palpatine's eyes dart back and forth as he follows the clone's words in bewilderment.

"You are soldiers." he hisses, attempting to display more self-restrain than he seems to be able to at this point "How much do you even think you know of our civil laws?"

Commander Gree smirks, shaking his head.

"Don't you think we know, sir, that we will be put on the stand to speak on behalf of our cause? Or do you think we will take the risk of having our attorney dazzle everyone with legal jargon, only for us to ruin it by sounding like a bunch of uneducated meat droids? Oh, no. We've been doing some studying."

Captain Rex tucks his hands behind his back, fixing his posture.

"Well, Your Excellency, I believe this should be all. We don't wish to take more of your time, as I assume that you are have important matters to attend to. Commander Fox will notify us of your response."

There is almost an entire minute of silence where Palpatine merely stare at the clones in disbelief. The clones exchange a few amused looks.

"Well then... Rex out." the Captain's image glitches and disappears

"Bly out."

"Wolffe out."

They leave, one by one, until the only clone still present is Fox. Palpatine grits his teeth at him, pounding a fist on the desk in front of him.

"This is treason." he is no longer screaming or hissing; instead, his voice is low and almost shaking with anger "You are all traitors. And you... CC-1010, you are a shame to the Grand Army of the Republic."

Fox stares at Palpatine, his expression inscrutable. In a deliberate, calm gesture, he takes his helmet in both hands and places it over his head. His voice comes filtered through his vocoder, devoid of any emotion.

"When we meet in court, Your Excellency, make sure to address me as 'Commander Fox'. Calling us by numbers while being accused of dehumanizing treatment will not be a good look on you or the institution." he turns his back on Palpatine, walking to the door that hisses open "I advise you to prepare for the next session in fifteen minutes and... oh, since I am no longer doing my rounds in the building, you should probably try to stay safe, sir. Good day to you."

#commander wolffe #commander thorn #commander fox #commander bly #captain rex #commander cody #fix it au

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itsagrimm · 3 years ago

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imperial!tech has melted my brain

Can’t stop thinking about the imperial tech idea. It is implausible yet alluring. So here we gooooo. would love some feed back since I am not sure if that feel is right.

CN insults, violence, murder, discriminatory behaviour, treats, very toxic behaviour, soldier life in a fascist state, tiny bit of fluff or Manipulation depends on your perspective, blood, pain, talk of injury

Imperial!tech X they*them Y/N reader, afab but does not really matter unless I write a part 2

“Welcome on Kamino!”, the officer declared striding into the hall, “I hope you are motivated and up to the task to serve the galactic empire.”

A few laughs and murmured words from the crowd arose. The officer in front of the newly recruited soldiers waited patiently for them to quiet down.

“You-“, he pointed at them,” have been selected from the best bounty hunters, fighters and planetary defence forces in the galaxy. This-“ another pointer into the air ”- is your moment.”

The anticipation in the room was tangible.

“We are ready, sir”, someone said. Other “yeahs” and “bring it on” voiced agreement.

“We will see.”, the officer smiled, “You are here as new recruits for the imperial army elite squad. A most unusual and experimental force. And may I point out, you are not the first to attempt and fail to join this most extraordinary unit.”

Again, the silence was unpleasantly deafening. Y/N looked around but this time no one dared to speak up. Hard, human, mostly men* had come with Y/N to Kamino, the most secretive of worlds where all the now imperial clone troopers came from. Y/N knew some from their time as a bounty hunter. But looking at these tense men* now, these identical uniforms, these faces Y/N didn’t recognize any of them.

“Allow me to introduce you to your commander. Clone Commander Tech will assess your performance and decide on your -” a last pointed gesture ”-fate within the imperial forces.”

With this the door opened and a single trooper walked in. Calmly and collected, giving not a glance to the newly recruited.

“Are these new soldiers, sir?”, the trooper asked quietly.

“I am afraid so.”

The trooper puffed, turned around and took his time looking at the recruits.

“What a disappointment.”, he finally stated while fixing his googles, “Listen up! I am your commander. You on the other hand are barley sentient, oxygen consuming, shit generating bags of meat.”

He looked down, his voice now lower. It was an odd moment. The hall was full of assertive and hardened fighters. Yet this skinny, pale, four eyed clone berated them.

“You think you are smart and impressive. But trust me – you are not. All you can hope to accomplish is following my precise order. Do you think you can do that?”

Silence.

Someone started to laugh and clap.

“Woooooowww”, the recruit stated, “What a show. Is this a joke?”

Others started to snicker.

The commander turned his head like an owl and fixed his eyes on the rebellious troublemaker.

“It really was quite impressive. But listen here googles – I am not following orders from a clone. You are nothing but brainless cannon fodder. So where is the real commander, officer?”

More snickering in the hall. Y/N got cold. Something bad was about to happen. They knew it.

“Don’t-“, they tried to voice something but a glance from the clone commander silenced Y/N.

Helplessly they watched as commander Tech took off his glasses.

In a fraction of a moment the commander lunged at the troublemaker and hit the frame of his glasses on his head. It took 3 few precise and fast strikes with the doomium frame before the skull shattered.

No one spoke as the commander cleaned his glasses with the uniform of the dead troublemaker before putting them on again.

“You “, he pointed at Y/N and their back went cold. “You anticipated my attack. Well done. I consider you bearable for the elite squad. Congratulations.”

XXXXXXX

The elite squad had a variety of tasks. Whenever necessary they got deployed to guard, assassinate, or downright slaughter. Y/N felt nothing. Life in the outer rim was hard enough without a war. Killing had been a necessity for survival for too long and Kamino had numbed what was left in Y/N to care.

Y/N was given a number within the unit. ES-01. There had been another ES-01 before Y/N but nobody liked to talk about that. And since the number was impractical, their squad members had shortened it into the moniker “ONCE”.

ONCE was fine with the squad. There was little talk between them. At night ONCE heard the others cry or whisper to each other about the commander and the horrors the had to endure. But ONCE did not want to talk and pretended to sleep.

Sleep was a rarity for the elite squad due to their deployments.

And Tech – their commander – never slept. ONCE saw him twice in the bunk room to get something or give out orders. But never had they witnessed their commander asleep. He was always off somewhere, either working on the squat space craft deep into the night or in the little lab were he meticulously planned out missions. He laboured like a mad man but nobody objected.

It was early. ONCE had woken up from a nightmare. The other members of the squad were still asleep. The bunk of the commander empty of course. ONCE got up. There was no point in staying here.

The long corridors were nearly empty. A few guards and droids patrolled or performed cleaning duties. But nobody paid attention to ONCE wandering around with a cup of caf.

Commander Tech was in the hangar, working on the ship.

“Commander, you are up already.”, ONCE stated.

“Still. I wasn’t finished.”, Tech replied. His voice was raspy as if he had talked to himself for hours, “What do you want?”

“Nothing. Just wanted to check on the insomniac commander.”

“Oh.”, it sounded like a treat, “There is no need for you to assess my sleeping pattern, soldier.”

He looked up from the bottom of the ship at ONCE and got up.

“But thank you for bringing me caf.”

“I didn-“

“I said thank you, soldier.”

Before any protest Tech took ONCE hand, twisted it with surgical accuracy for them to let go of the cup of caf and took it.

That kriffin clone.

ONCE inhaled.

“Hey, with all due respect commander, if you want a caf I can get you some. No need to take some by force from me.”

Tech just calmly sipped from the cup.

“How nice of you. How considered, dear ONCE.”, he said in a sweet voice, “But no, I do not require any more caf from you. Thank you very much. Tell me, is using the caf machine a task the little head of yours can process? Sooo many buttons… Sooo complicated… You must be so proud.”

ONCE did not flinch. Living in the outer Rim, spending time among killers and criminals had teachable effects. It did not pay off to go against bigger fish, but limits had to be set.

Without a second thought ONCE licked their finger and dipped it into the caf of their commander.

Tech – the clone commander who even talked over grand moff talkin once - was speechless.

For a moment ONCE thought he might hit them, already bracing for the impact of an armoured fist. Instead, the commander put down the cup.

“I should whip you for that.”

ONCE stayed silent and starred forward, at the side of the ship.

Tech moved closer. He was taller than them and his dark armour enhanced his shoulders. A dark bird of prey with big eyes starring down on measly prey.

“I will whip you for that.”

His fingers scratched over ONCEs pauldron upwards until he reached their neck, pocking painfully into the skin.

“But not now.”

Tech moved away.

XXXXXXXXXXX

Bracca had been a disaster. The elite squad was tasked to track and eliminate some deserters. But before they could implement commander Tech’s plan, contradictory orders came in from Kamino. Good soldiers follow orders. But what does that help with in the field when one order is to kill and the other to capture.

Now the commander was injured.

Alone in the med bay.

ONCE starred at the wall.

Tech was an unpleasant commander. The respect he commanded was gained by violence and constant critique of those he considered lesser.

But he deserved not to be alone when in pain, right? And back then in the hanger he had not hit ONCE. ONCE was aware that what they considered adequate or even caring behaviour was twisted by a life spent in danger, the imperial brain washing and the maddening time with the elite squad. But they didn’t care. Tech had all the chances to punish ONCE for their discretions. Yet he didn’t. That was nearly good behaviour from a man who had killed a recruit for disrespecting him. Wasn’t it?

ONCE head spinned. The other squad members whispered in their bunks about the mission. About their commander and how he got burned by an ion engine. Apparently, the deserters were the commanders former squad members. And they had left him. Twice.

Once he had a squad.

Once he was unharmed.

Once he was many things of which they did not know about.

ONCE got up. Checking on a wounded commander should not be such a loaded and complicated question.

The med bay was as sterile and uncaring as the rest of the kaminoan architecture.

The commander was laying on a cot. The bacta had worked well on the burns on the side of his head. But he still locked weak and hurt. Without his glasses, Tech starred at the ceiling, not even a holopad to distract himself.

“hello commander, I got you some caf.”

part 2

#the sad batch #the bad batch #star wars the clone wars #thebadbatch #imperial tech #tbb #the bad batch tech #tbb tech #toxic traits #tbb toxic tech

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niqhtlord01 · 4 years ago

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Humans are weird: Bio-Terrorism

The gaping maw was the most imposing location on the entire planet of Savan VI.

Since the dawn of Gillden’s civilization it had been an almost holy place for their people. A place that judgement was cast upon the accused and should they be found wanting their bodies would be cast into the bottomless hole and their memory erased from existence; a fitting end for those whose crimes were monstrous enough.

As the ages had passed and the Gillden’s had become more technologically advanced building was built around the maw which became known as the “Hall of Justice” while the surrounding area became known as the government district of the world. While more modern facilities were built as the Gillden entered the galactic stage they still held to their old beliefs and still held trial for their most severe crimes at the maw.

Criminals were led into the hall from a narrow walkway to a grav unit podium in the center of the room. As the accused reached the podium the walkway would retract leaving the accused on the floating island of the podium while being observed by those around them held aloft on similar grav unit benches and stands.

In the event the accused was found guilty the podium they stood upon would slowly tilt sideways until flipping upside down and casting the guilty into the gaping maw below. Before righting itself again for the next case.

The hall of justice today was a chorus of hushed voices; its occupants speaking in hushed tones, eyes darting at the nearest sound louder than a whisper.

The Arbitrator General sat atop a large stand opposite the podium slowly going over papers strewn across his desk.His thin fingers slowly turned each page with the dexterity of a archaeologist handling the find of a century, the thin strands of his hair being casually flicked out of the way more by reflex rather than conscious action.

Finally having read enough, the Arbitrator gave a subtle nod and the doors to the hall opened opposite him.

A lone figure was shoved forward through the door and fell to their knees. They wore the grey garments of a prisoner of Saran VI yet they themselves were not Gillden.

The human stood to their feet unsteadily and after a moments hesitation continued walking along the gangway to the podium.

“Prisoner 47893″ the Arbitrator spoke as the human reached the podium and the gangway retracted. “You stand accused of crimes against the Gillden people. How do you plead?”

Shielding their eyes with their right hand the human took in their surroundings for the first time. They saw the faces of the Arbitrator and the onlookers all watching them with their crimson eyes. It was like being watched by demons in the dead of night waiting for the campfire to die out.

“Not guilty.”

The onlookers raised their voices in uproar at the humans words, waving their fists and some even trying to hit them with thrown objects.

“SILENCE!”

The Arbitrator’s voice was deafening and the onlookers fell silent like school children.

“The prisoners stance is recorded. Accuser, you may begin.”

One of the onlookers stepped out of the benches and on to a separate platform that drifted towards the center of the room.

“Noble Gilldren’s,” they began as their platform slowly spun in place so the Accuser could see all of the onlookers, “I have come here before you, to our most holy sight, to prove that this human is a monster beyond all recognition.”

The Accuser pointed at the human with what the human thought was meant to be an intimidating star but if stares could kill than this Accuser’s was about as deadly as a water pistol.

Pulling up a data pad, the Accuser hit several runes and large hologram display panels appeared overhead. “State your name for the record.”

“Silva Torris.” the human spoke.

“What is your profession Ms. Torris?”

“I am a biochemist.”

“And what does a biochemist do?”

Silva cocked her head to the side. “Are you people fucking stupid or have you not advanced past the dark ages yet?”

More clamor came from the onlookers but a slam of the Arbitrators fist against their stand silenced them.

“Permission to treat the prisoner as hostile?” the Accuser asked the Arbitrator General. Receiving a subtle nod the Accuser pressed another key on their data pad and the shackles of the human sent a strong jolt of electricity coursing through Silva’s body.

The suddenness took her off-guard and she recoiled as if she had just been punched in the stomach. She was bent over when the Accuser repeated the question and she straightened herself out.

“I study the chemical reactions of living organisms.”

“Do you know why you are here today?”

She shrugged. “Clearly not for my sense of humor.” To which she was then shocked again by the Accuser.

“You are here,” the Accuser began as his platform circled Silva’s podium slowly, “because you released chemical agents on Savan VI that have resulted in the deaths of more than 400 souls.”

They leaned in close to Silva. “Do you deny this?”

Silva looked at the Accuser, matching his stare. “Before I answer your question, would you answer one of mine?”

Silva received another shock but this time was better prepared for it.

“You can shock me all day but you won’t get an answer from me until you answer my question.”

The Accuser was about to shock her again when the Arbitrator held up a hand to forestall it. They looked down at Silva with a inquisitive look. “What is your question, human?”

Relaxing slightly at not getting shocked again, Silva rolled her shoulders to stretch them out and looked at the onlookers.

“Is a human or Gillden more biologically perfect?”

The onlookers and Accuser laughed and even the slamming of the Arbitrator’s fist was not enough to silence them this time.

Floating in front of her again the Accuser looked down at her. “Gillden’s are clearly superior to humans.”

“And how do you know that?”

The Accuser looked at the human in puzzlement. “It is a simply a well know fact.”

“Do you have proof of it? Reliable sources”

The Accuser seemed unsure how to answer and coughed before attempting to regain the initiative.

“We are getting off topic now. I have answered your question now you mus-”

“But you haven’t.” Silva cut in, “You have answered my question with a statement supported by nothing but ones beliefs. Belief does not change the world around you. I could believe that I can fly and escape this prosecution but that does not make it fact nor will it change my situation. Therefore your belief that you are superior holds as much weight as your belief that I am guilty.”

The only sound to come from the Accuser was a series of starts and stops of replies of sentences of rebukes and counter arguments not being made and dying in his throat. Rather than say anything the Accuser reached for their pad and triggered a shock causing Silva to bend over again in pain.

When the shock finally stopped Silva coughed several times before spitting out a blotch of blood on to the podium.

“Is that how the Gillden do things?” she mockingly said. “When you are proven wrong by facts you seek to undermine those who have proven you wrong? Do facts mean nothing?!”

The Accuser was bristling in rage now.

“Since you seem so keen on facts let us bring up some.”

With a wave of his hand the holograms changed and showed footage of a crowded plaza near the market district. The footage was from a floating security drone that monitored the area so the quality was immaculate.

Out of the corner of the busy plaza came a large moving van. It came to a stop on the outskirts of the plaza and the drivers cab door opened just as the Accuser paused the video.

“That is you Ms. Torris is it not?”

“It is.” she confirmed as the video continued playing.

Hopping out of the van’s driver side door and approaching the back she slapped the side of the van three times and the back opened up. Two cargo bots stepped out carrying between them a strange metallic cylinder. Once it was set down Silva stepped forward and began twisting and turning several nobs on the device before leaving it and returning to the front of the van.

The two loader bots hopped back into the van as the back closed and the vehicle drove away leaving behind the strange device.

Several seconds passed and everything on camera appeared normal until an elderly Gillden collapsed to the ground near the cylinder. Those nearby rushed to their aide but upon getting within a foot of the collapsed Gillden they too began to spasm and collapse to the ground.

Spreading out from their like a wave as the seconds passed more and more of the people in the Plaza began to convulse and collapse to the ground clutching at themselves wildly. Some tried to grab their young and carry them to safety only to fall and crush them under their own weight.

In a matter of minutes the entire once bustling plaza was left littered with the bodies of the dead.

The Accuser turned back to face Silva. “The fact is that three days ago you entered the market district and unleashed a deadly chemical agent. Within the hour the entire district was sealed off as the contagion began to spread from person to person like fire and rages on even now.”

They glared down at her, her mask of disinterest all the more infuriating to him as he seemingly nailed her to the wall.

“Do you deny that it was you in the video who murdered those Gillden?”

Silva shook her head, but before the Accuser could pronounce her guilt she continued.

“That indeed was me in the video but it was not murder.”

Rounding on her in surprise the Accuser had to stop themselves from physically striking her.

“What else would you call such madness?!?”

She once again shrugged her shoulders.

“A scientific experiment.”

The Accuser’s mouth hung open in disbelief so Silva continued.

“For centuries the Gillden people have proclaimed themselves as you have just now to be the most supreme species in the entire universe. I put that question to the test with a common mutagenic from my homeworld and released it into your populace to study the results. I was unimpressed by the results.”

The calmness in which she casually described this horrific act shook everyone present to the core.

Wrongfully thinking she had correctly assumed the expressions of those around her Silva continued. “My first case was somewhat inconclusive as you interrupted me before I could finish gathering data so I prepared a second test to further disprove your superiority belief and replace it with hard facts.”

This was a surprise to all present. “What do you mean “second test”? Have you planted another device on our world?!?”

Silva shook her head. “This time I thought it best if I witnessed the results first hand.”

Before the Accuser could continue his line of questioning he felt his muscles begin to tense. His eyes began to become blurry and he wiped them away as he tried to focus. He looked down at his sleeve to see to his horror that it was smeared with his blood as his eyes became blurry once more.

Coughing and gurgling could be heard behind him and he turned to see the onlookers and even the Arbitrator General showing similar side effects as their eyes began to bleed and their muscles locked up. He saw the Arbitrator begin convulsing rapidly to the point they lost balance from their stand and fell into the great maw below them in a silent scream of horror.

The Accuser collapsed to their platform and nearly fell themselves before they grabbed hold of the edges. He looked up through blood clotting eyes to see Silva kneeling over him looking at him with an ponderous gaze.

“The chemical agent is neutral in liquid form,” she began calmly as if the Accusers dying gasps were nothing but a nuisance, “but once the liquid evaporates it becomes active and turns into an airborne agent. Frankly rather hard to design chemically but I would settle for nothing less for my experiments.

Silva slowly knelt down and drew her finger across the dried blood she had coughed up earlier. “It is amazing when one species is so completely immune to something they can even carry it in their body as if it was nothing more luggage.” She looked over at the Accuser with a look of disdain. “Your people really should have spent more time doing medical checks than beating me in prison.”

The Accuser attempted to make a lunge at her with one of his free arms but missed as his body suddenly convulsed. He lost his grip with his other hand and to his horror he could feel his body begin to fall into the gaping maw below.

“I guess you weren’t as superior as you thought.”

Silva’s final words to the Accuser rang out to him as the darkness of the maw swallowed him whole.

#HUMANS ARE WEIRD #humans are insane #humans are space orcs #humans are space oddities #scifi #story

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canyouhearthelight · 4 years ago

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The Miys, Ch. 128

This is another chapter that I started with one intention and it kind of dragged me the other way. I started with what Miys says at the beginning as a kernel, and...

Yeah, avoiding spoilers, you get...*waves frantically* this. Which I am excited about seeing where it goes.

Kudos to @baelpenrose and @mustachebatarts for this chapter. You’ll both understand when you read it :)

Tyche nodded sleepily as Alistair handed her a cup of coffee, mirroring my own struggle to wake up. It was the beginning of Alpha shift - roughly 6:30am Terran Pacific NorthAm time - and we were starting our week with an extremely rare mission brief. Parvati and Hannah seemed either anxious or excited - possibly a combination - as the last brief they had received was ship-wide when we announced the lighting changes. Neither of them had ever been in one of the Council-only meetings that preceded such announcements.

Due to the growth on the Council - both among administrators and among Mentees - it wasn’t feasible to hold this meeting face to face in the room ordinarily used for such things. As a result, each Councilor was joining from their respective office, along with auxiliary staff who needed to be privy to the information discussed. For someone like Grey, that would be themself, Antoine, and their current admin, Nora. In my case, it was everyone who reported to my office.

“Has everyone joined?” I asked in my role as Parliamentarian for this meeting. No one liked the position, so it rotated.

“Still waiting on Huynh, Charly, and Ivan,” Eino replied.

“We’re here!” an entirely-too-awake voice greeted.

Ignoring the laugh that Alistair and Hannah were suppressing, I forged ahead. “That’s everyone then. Good Morning, Council. Today is January 23rd, 2051 Terran-relative time, 45th day of Von cold season Year four Pre-Colony. We are currently two Terran years from Von. Miys has requested that we gather this morning for an important mission update so that we can prepare. Miys, you have the floor.”

“Thank you, Wisdom. Good day, Human Council.” I couldn’t tell if Miys had practiced or was operating on multiple minds, but the resemblance to a human public-speaker was startling. “As stated by Councilor Wisdom, the Yjq is currently two Terran years from your destination. We requested to address you in order to advise that navigational adjustments will be necessary within one Terran year of the planet you call Von.”

Murmurs erupted on the conference, but no one actually interrupted, so Miys continued. “Due to the density of systems in this portion of the Galaxy, the final Terran year of the journey cannot be made at our current speed. The Yjq will need to drop out of relativistic space and complete the remaining leg in realspace.”

“How does this immediately impact the human population?” Grey asked first, hardly letting Miys finish their statement.

“With the sensors operational, there should be no noticeable difference in the transition,” came the answer. “However, there will be the introduction of potential physical hazards once we are in realspace.”

After a pause of silence, Xiomara spoke up. “Are you talking about the potential of being attacked?”

“Galactic law prohibits acts of violence against aide or rescue vessels.”

I heard an explosive snort before an extremely dry voice joined in. “Miys, that is the opposite of an answer,” Evania argued. “And we all know that criminals are famous for their adherence to the letter of the law.”

An alert chirped on my data band, and I almost choked when I saw Arthur’s message: “Oh, I LIKE her…”

“Once we are no longer in relativistic space, the Yjq is due to rendezvous with an Ekomari escort within thirty Terran days.”

“And what is the tactical benefit of that escort?” Evan pushed.

Rather than Miys, Charly responded. “Ekomari are very aggressive, but even more bound by a code of honor. They view preying on the weak - including rescue and aide vessels - the most disgusting behavior imaginable. This extends to the point of stopping their own attacks once the enemy is considered defeated.”

“Only an extremely overconfident or suicidal crew would try to go up against an Ekomari squadron that is escorting us,” Arthur finished.

“That is satisfactory. No objections.”

Approval in her tone, Xiomara launched the next question. “What about the thirty days we won’t have an escort? What is normally done on that leg of the journey?”

“Optimally, there is no such period during such a relocation.” I heard every person in my office inhale with dread at that statement. “During this time, there is always an increased concern that pirates and scavengers will attack in an attempt to be the first beings with artifacts from the newly present species.”

“Souvenirs… They want us for souvenirs…” Tyche muttered.

“We will discuss our options once we have all the information,” I stated loudly, trying to keep the meeting going before everyone panicked. “Miys, what other information do we need to know about the final year of the journey?”

“Once we are in realspace, long distance scans and data mining operations will begin for more accurate information regarding Von. This information will be communicated to the entire Council so that any changes or updates to colony plans may be adjusted and finalized. That is all for now.”

“Thank you Miys. You may remain in the meeting, as we may need your input regarding Galactic regulations, statistics, or laws.”

“Of course, Wisdom.”

I nodded and took a deep breath. “Xiomara, I’m pretty sure that you and Evan have a lot to say on the matter at hand. Are there any objections to Health and Safety taking the floor?”

After a round of negatives, I conceded the floor. “Thank you, Sophia. Council, clearly there is a pressing matter in our future, here at the end of a tumultuous era, just as our goal is in sight. We cannot allow thirty days of risk to derail us now. For all that we have striven to show humanity as capable of peace and change, we now need to reach down to the roots of our very existence and ensure that we will not be undefended in that month.”

“Miys, the Ark is equipped with scouting probes and evacuation shuttles,” Evan followed. “What are the chances that we can repurpose those into our own small squadron for defensive purposes.”

“Doing such would invalidate the protection the Yjq is afforded by Galactic Law.”

“Excuse me, what!?” I sputtered, completely caught off guard.

“Hospital ships are only protected so long as they are incapable of defense, to prevent opposing forces from attacking each other under the guise of aide,” Charly explained in a mournful tone.

Evan and I groaned heavily. “At least tell me that the odds of any attackers completely blowing up the ship are low?”

“They would only be able to do so by detonating our drives from the inside. To do so from the exterior would require more force than a coronal ejection from a white dwarf star.”

That was reassuring at least.

“So we would be safe as long as they don’t board the ship,” Arthur acknowledged. I could see where his next question was going, but Evan beat him to it by a mile.

“Since we are not Hujylsogox, and are only the cargo of the Ark, there are no prohibitions against us defending ourselves in the event of a forced boarding, correct? Only you, yourself, would not be able to fight back.”

“This is correct, Commander Josue. I am not allowed to interfere in such a matter.”

Interesting wording. Noah was telling us, as officially as allowed, that it would not fight the intruders, but also would not stop us from any actions we took. I smiled as I felt a confirming nudge in the back of my mind.

“Well, those weapons demonstrations were certainly not just for fun,” Huynh growled. I could hear Charly cackling in the background before he confirmed to her that, yes, she can play with the construction exos.

“Let’s be organized about this,” Xiomara insisted. “For those comfortable with helping defend, we need to set up anti-boarding drills to start six months out at the latest. For those on the ship who are against violence, sort them into who can provide medical aid and who needs to do evacuation drills. Eino, Arthur - can you assist Sophia’s team with that?”

“We can,” Eino confirmed, echoed by Arthur.

Parvati and Hannah glanced at each other silently before the former jumped in. “I recommend that at least one person with weapons training is assigned to each evacuation group, as a worst case defense.”

“I second that,” Xiomara agreed in a clipped tone. “Any objections?” A brief, silent pause. “Good. Add that to the strategy.”

“Miys, we need a list of what species are most likely to be found on pirate vessels. Knowing their biology will go a long way to developing defense strategies,” Arthur requested.

“I like it,” Evan approved. “Ekomari may be honorable, but humanity has survived this long because we aren’t ashamed of taking cheap shots.”

“It is safe to assume that boarding parties will not have electromagnetic vision, as it has been advised that it is quite rare in the galaxy,” Grey pointed out. “We can use this to our advantage, most likely.”

“If we’re lucky to be in the light part of the cycle…” Tyche muttered.

“Administrator Reid has a point,” Pranav admitted, startling her. “If we are in the dark part of the cycle, we will be at a distinct disadvantage.”

“The lights are artificial,” Huynh sighed. “We can turn them on.”

“If I may interject,” Miys responded. “It is not as simple as you seem to believe to increase the light emitters on the entire Ark, Councilor Huynh. The drain on the ship engines could permanently damage them.”

I could feel Charly’s eyes rolling in my soul when she picked up from there. “We can try to make some plans for that contingency. Pranav does have a point.”

“So that’s anti-boarding drills, evacuation drills, aid teams, threat assessment, and at least a start on evaluating where we stand from a defensive perspective. Once Sophia, Eino, and their offices coordinate who is which group, we’ll pull back up to determine who will be leading which initiatives,” Xiomara recapped. “Sophia, anything else we need to cover?”

“I think that’s the priorities right now,” I confirmed, effectively ending the meeting. Once I closed out the channel, I turned to those in my office. “So, how do we feel about this?”

“Like you are going to be in one of the evacuation groups, stuffed as far back in the ship as possible,” Tyche stated drily.

“If we get boarded,” I pointed out. “It may not happen.”

“Madam Reid, you are on this ship.”

I scowled at Alistair before turning to Parvati and Hannah. “Reach out to Arthur and Eino to schedule that meeting.”

Hannah looked unsure. “Why are they being loaned to us for this? Eino’s a Councillor.”

The door of my office hissed open and the rhythmic thud of boots walked in. “Because your office, specifically Tyche, handles all ship staffing, while I am being used for physical ability assessments, and Eino literally has nothing to do as head of Education in all this.” Arthur nodded his head in thanks when Alistair handed him tea.

I just pointed at him and nodded. “Besides, this way Xiomara is indirectly involved.” I glanced at Parvati before winking. “It was a clever move, I have to admit.”

Parvati smiled and shook her head. “I can’t even say you’re wrong. That’s exactly why she did it, honestly, on all counts.”

“And that is part of it, too.” Tyche waved. “Work more closely with your fellow future Councillors, and you learn to read what they aren’t saying. Our office works very closely with Xio’s and Grey’s, so we have to know how best to keep that going.”

Arthur just held his arms wide and shrugged. “I have to respect Xiomara’s tendency to keep her fingers on all pulses. She’s almost as bad as Sophia that way.”

“Hey!”

“It’s true,” Alistair sighed. “You are profoundly nosy.”

Hannah groaned and threw her head back. “We are never going to be on the Council at this rate.”

“Excuse me?? That’s the point of all this!” I gestured around my office energetically.

“Yes, because you will totally retire,” Hannah said slowly, nodding her head like I was a toddler. “Of course you will, Sophia. We all know it…”

Parvati snickered, covering it badly. Arthur gave me a pointed look, and I could hear him repeating ‘obsessive, compulsive perfectionist’.

I was saved, for certain, weird values of salvation, by Tyche. She just glanced down at her nails, studying them, before calmly glancing at me. “Charly is dangerously close to getting approval from Sebastian for her proposal of kink night at the Undine. Think really hard if you want to be on the Council for that, Sophia. It would be an event, meaning it would come to this office.”

“Yep, retiring soon,” I squeaked. Laughter erupted around me as my face heated up. “I’m all for sex positivity, but I just can’t fathom the logistics of that. Nope. Not gonna be me. Y’all have fun. Enjoy. All yours.”

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Random She-Ra Season 5 Thoughts: THE FINAL RAMBLING

Yep. I finally got all my crazy absurd thoughts about this gay adventure-romance-drama cartoon summarized into one incoherent yet fun to read computer document/article! ...four months after the show itself ended. Oh well, no one’s perfect. Anyways, there are a whole lot more insane observations than ever before, so I had to put it below a link so this thing didn’t back up my blog or any of yours. Hope you enjoy reading through these as much I enjoyed spouting them for no discernible reason other than I felt like it!

-I feel that since is the last season, I ought to talk about an important part of the show that I’ve been putting off: the animation. It’s… okay. It’s definitely smoother than what the original 80’s show and it’s brother series (heheh) looked like, but at the same time it still seems to suffer from similar limitations which causes some distracting moments of stiffness. But other than that, it’s pretty good. It’s no Titmouse or Studio Mir but it looks good and it gets the job done.

-After all, let’s not forget: “Imperfection is beautiful!”

-Even when things are at their lowest, Adora is a jock with a heart of gold.

-Horde Prime and the Galactic Horde’s aesthetic feels like a mixture of Catholicism, Scientology, Heaven’s Gate, and modern Microsoft, and honestly, that just makes him creepier.

-Speaking of Horde Prime, he didn’t waste any time with destroying Bright Moon. …apparently.

-Furthermore, on the topic of his giant holographic messages, WAS THAT A FREAKING MASTERS OF THE UNIVERSE MOVIE REFERENCE?!

-Boy, Glimmer and Catra sure got along quickly! It’s almost like they magically understand each other because they both assumed leadership roles and screwed up big time! …I guess.

-Either that or this season is going to be a speedrun.

-Wow, the Rebellion sure got used to having a once-thought-dead king as well as a known enemy general/abuser running around their camp awful fast, didn��t they?

-Mara’s got a spaceship, a cyber girlfriend, a magic grandma, a dragon, a tragic backstory, AND a force ghost?! Dang, even in death, the girl’s got it all. No wonder everyone likes her!

-(*me looking at the TV rating at the start of episode*) “Why is language in there? Is there surprise cuss words or something in this season?” (*sees Horde Prime seize control of a clone for the first time*) “HOLY FREAKING SH—oh that’s why.”

-Applause to the crew for making the “dinner with Prime” scene for making a meal between a sparkly princess, a catgirl, and alien cult leader feel even more uncomfortable than it had a right to.

-(*me throughout the season whenever a clone was onscreen*) Is that Hordak? Is that him? Is that him? Is that him right there? Oh it is—oh no wait. … Is that h—

-Extra applause for having Glimmer learn from her grey-area wetwipe phase and refusing to sell out her friends again whilst telling the imperialist cult leader where to stick it.

-I would pay a sizeable portion of my life savings to hear what a Scorpia and Swift Wind duet would sound like.

-In fact, I’d double it if it was just Scorpia singing.

-Ah what the heck. I would triple it for an entire She-Ra musical!

-As happy as I am to see to see Entrapta interacting with the other princesses again, I have to say that their big reunion left me with some mixed feelings. Here’s a quick rundown:

-Entrapta, a grown autistic woman, being led around on a leash by non-neurodivergent teenagers—again: that’s bad.

-The Princesses confronting Entrapta about joining the Horde: that’s good!

-The Princesses blaming all their problems with the Horde bots on Entrapta’s actions and her hyper fixations alone: that’s bad.

-Entrapta explaining herself, admitting that she regrets her mistakes, and getting the Princesses to understand that she thinks and communicates differently, but in spite of that, she really does want help find Glimmer: that’s good!

-Entrapta never gets to call out the Princesses for how poorly they treated her: that’s bad.

-Entrapta saves the day and goes to space: that’s good!

-Scorpia and Entrapta still haven’t interacted even though the former is with the Rebellion in the first place because she went to look for her because she is her best friend: …can I go home now?

-How nice! Michah finally got to shapeshift!

-And he’s rocking that She-Ra outfit to boot!

-So is Darla a back up of Light Hope or do they just run on the same operating system and have the same voice?

-I could watch an entire season of Adora, Bow, and Entrapta going on space adventure in a rundown ship with their custom-made spacesuits, tbh.

-Is anyone else weirded out that Catra’s younger self looked at her in her flashback(?).

-Actually what WAS happening there, anyhow?

-(*watching Bow’s spacewalk to save Glimmer*) “Is that a Gravity reference?” asked the man who never saw Gravity.

-Speaking of spacewalks, how did Glimmer survive those precious few seconds in space? Does the teleporter teleport a breathable atmosphere too?

-Also, Catra, WHY did you think it would be a good idea to teleport Glimmer into space? I know you had a plan and the ship was right there but… Ah, never mind.

-Not that I’m complaining but Glimmer’s apology to the rest of the friend squad for her HORRIBLE plan last season went… surprisingly quickly.

-You know as cool as The Star Siblings are, being a quirky band of space-travelling siblings with cool powers and some trans rep to boot, I only have one small problem with them: weren’t there already Star Sisters on Etheria back in season 1?

-That doesn’t sound right, but I don’t know enough about Masters of the Universe characters to dispute it.

-Entrapta confirmed pan, objectum, AND horny on main. Dang girl, you’re gonna have fun whether you got Hordak back or not…

-“The Velvet Glove” is both a menacing and stupid name for a decadent overlord’s mothership.

-Wait, it’s from the 80’s canon? Oh. That kind of explains it, actually.

-Goshdangit, I wanted Catra to face punishment for her crimes, but I didn’t think that would involve going to evil alien conversion therapy!

-Nor did I want her to die! For a second. Actually, since it obviously wasn’t going to last I was… weirdly okay with that part???

-Horde Prime seems awfully okay with Catradora. I mean he’s still super creepy and manipulative about it, but also oddly progressive for an evil brainwashing cult leader.

-(*Adora transforms into a She-Ra through seer will*) First of all, called it. Second of all, WOAH MAMA now that’s a glow up!

-Wrong Hordak did not have to be a thing, and yet, I’m glad that he is.

-Hordak remembers the LUVD crystal and Entrapta… Hordak remembers Entrap—! It’s happening! Oh my gosh, it’s happening! Everybody stay calm!

-Wow, Entrapta didn’t have to be so forgiving of Catra for everything she’s done to her but she did. Only I’m not sure if that was Entrapta taking the high road or the low road.

-Or which road the crew took for that matter.

-I remember when I thought those “Chipped AUs” floating around here on tumblr were just something the fans came up with and that chipping people was not an actual despicable thing Prime does in canon. I miss those days.

-I know it’s not the same as before or the original design, but True She-Ra’s designs and powers? I think they slappin’.

-Hooray, Adora and Catra are finally making up! And it only took four and half seasons worth of communication failures, toxic villainous behaviour, and physical violence for Catra to snap out of it!

-…We can go back to Entrapdak now, right?

-Poor Elberon. First they unknowingly adopt a double agent then get invaded by the Horde and now they’re getting brainwashed and chipped by the Galactic Horde. They might be a cute village, but they got some pretty lousy security.

-You know it’s cute that Micah is doing his best to be friends with Frosta and get back in touch with his dad-side, but look I can’t be the only one worried about how the local King is a less proactive leader than the princesses or the known war criminal/abuser, right?

-“The Perils of Peekablue” or as I like to call it, “You Thought ‘Boys Night Out’ Caught You Emotionally Off-guard? Hah! Watch This.”

-You know I didn’t think Scorpfuma would be a thing aside that one moment of flirting near the end of season 4, but they really pushed for it to be a thing! This is… actually pretty great! Perfuma’s not perfect, and I would have appreciated giving them a little more time to bond and form some real chemistry, but at least she reciprocates Scorpia’s sweetness instead of rebuffing it in increasingly aggressive fashion.

-I’m not sure what’s more concerning: that Mermista set a boat on fire, that it’s worded like she had a fling as part of some experimental phase, or that Sea Hawk is turned on by this.

-Peekablue might not be real, (I think?) but he is one dapper dude! Female-to-male redesigns could learn a thing or two from him.

-It involved them getting stung and seizuring, but that was a heck of a way to reintroduce Double Trouble! I swear I got watching them cycle through their transformations in some sort of physical reaction.

-Or maybe that was just me worrying about their wellbeing…

-Okay, I get the Chips are huge, and actually rather clever threat, but how do these characters get chipped in the first place? I get there are chipped people who spread the chips throught the population but where do they get those from???

-Do one of those Horde Prime drones just sneak behind someone, slap a chip on their nape then hand them a whole bagfull and say, “Beep boop beep, Horde Prime’s Light, blah blah blah. Alright have fun, kiddo”?

-Or is it some sort of Alien: Covenant deal where they’re just floating around and Lord help you if one sticks to you?

-HOLY CRAP THEY ACTUALLY GOT SCORPIA TO SING! AND SHE WAS GREAT!

-Oh shoot. Guess I owe the crew twice my life savings now…

-Entrapdak might be what got me into this show, but it’s Double Trouble that kept me around, so you can imagine how happy I was to see them make their grand reappearance!

-Conversly, you can imagine my disappointment when they just disappeared until the finale.

-And on that note: HOW DID YOU GUYS LOSE DOUBLE TROUBLE?!

-You forgot to cherish them, didn’t you?

-So, Scorpia sacrifices herself just after finding a new girlfriend and gaining some newfound confidence, Mermista and Sea Hawk are split up,and Double Trouble didn’t join the main cast. Why can’t you just have fun like a normal cartoon, show?

-Gosh, I love me some shifting title cards!

-Is it just me or did they sneak in some more Annihilation references on Krytis?

(-Said the guy who was too chicken to watch the movie and just read about it and watched a few clips online.)

-(*audibly sighs*) FINE. I guess I like Catradora now. Are you happy now, SPOP Crew? ARE YOU?!

-Hooray, Catra’s got a emotional support animal! And they’re a shapeshifting magic alien cat. Those are the best kind!

-Is it weird that I knew that weird glowing stuff on Krytis was just magic all along, or was it just not hidden very well. Anyways, I like Krytis. I like that we got to see a truly alien world with its own form of magic.

-Plus, we got a logical advancement of the magic versus science subtheme with magic being Horde Prime’s weakness! Neato!

-Getting back on the “which is worse?” wagon for a second, I don’t know what feels less right: that Wrong Hordak’s big revelation and his resolution to free himself and his brothers and friends from Horde Prime’s control is played humorously, or that Real Hordak should be the one having this moment.

-That bit with Castaspella and Shadow Weaver where she tells Casta about Etheria being a living thing with inherent magical property, or whatever, while we got a peaceful shot of some boar creatures sleeping was actually kind of nice. It would have been nicer though if it wasn’t part of a power hungry abuser’s obvious scheme. If only there was a kindly old witch lady character who was in touch with nature and knew just what to say when someone was feeling downOH WAIT.

-Furthermore… Why did Shadow Weaver and Castaspella need to have romantic tension?

-Seriously though, where’s our Madame Razz quota this season? Where’s my supportive magic grandma timelord at, yo?

-Yup, they speedran this season.

-I’m actually really disappointed we didn’t see more of an intergalactic new rebellion rising up to fight Horde Prime’s forces across the universe. Especially if it meant we got to see more Star Sibling action!

-Again, I adore Wrong Hordak but I keep wondering what was keeping the crew from just bringing in Original Flavour Hordak. (You know, aside from teasing us Entrapdak fans and trying to distract us with a loveable new character in the meantime.) I mean he could have done the whole infiltrating the clone squads and tricking them bit, too.

-Heck, he could have done the wink, too!

-I’d gleefully point out Loo-Kee’s cameo this season but apparently, they already made some several seasons ago. That’s what I get for not rewatching the 80’s show and training my eyes first.

-(*sees Erelandians*) Are those freaking Toads and Toadettes?

-So, what’s keeping them from just hitting Spinerella’s chip again? Besides emotional baggage and gale force winds, I mean.

-Perfuma coming out of a cave scared out of her wits, demanding to know who’s there, clinging to her friends as soon as they come back, and balling her eyes out is a big, BIG mood.

-Frosta absolutely decking Catra in the face was nestled somewhere between cathartic and excessive.

-Netossa spraying her with a bottle of water on the other hand…

-Oh, so Greyskull was the name of a Rebel Squad! I think. Meh, the important thing is we got an explanation and it still sounds cool.

-Leave it to a couple of dads to make a secret message out of a dad joke.

-You know I made fun of Light Hope for being creepy, but I swear that avatar from the Spire is even creepier. I don’t know if it’s her face—those dang blank eyes, man—or just that it she’s less animated than the real thing, but it just felt… off.

-Aww, Noelle made Netossa’s princess weakness illustrations! So cute!

-Forget episodes that deserves Emmys, Keston John deserves one for voicing Hordak, Horde Prime, all the clones, and several minor villains and giving each and every single one a distinct voice! Where my king’s respect, eh?

-Yes, Catra you had a small disagreement with Hordak. …Over sending his girlfriend and your “friend” to DIE IN A LITERAL LIVING HELL.

-Sorry, I just had to get that out of my system.

-Why does Perfuma get pressured to get angry and go wild when Entrapta’s the one who’s had it the worst out of all them? Why can’t my gamer girl go berserk, dammit!?

-Okay, but really, how do these fricking chips work??? Are they parasite devices who store Horde Prime’s Baptizing Dew then slowly pump it into their host’s bodies? Do they have their own nervous systems? Are they technorganic? Also, how and why do we need to make these chips are bigger threat then they need to be?

-Horde Prime showing up on Hordak’s throne in grand Killing Joke style and casually throwing shades at his brother’s overblown attempts to impress him is pretty awesome, but it feels strangely underdeveloped. Hordak’s not there to have his hard work insulted and we never got to see Adora have any similar encounter with Hordak here before, so unless you look at it from the perspective of someone who has been here before in the Horde story like Catra it lacks the dramatic weight it should have had.

-Scorpia resisting the chip to save her new friends was pretty great, though.

-I swear, when they got to the scene where Adora and the others figured out that Shadow Weaver was grooming her so she could use her to get to the Heart of Etheria, I was mouthing “You B***H” through the whole thing.

-They really brought back Etherian deep magic just so they had something to make Micah threatening. …okay.

-Okay, the rest of “Failsafe” messed me up, so here’s a rundown on all the other messy thoughts I had while the show ripped my heart and ground it to dog food:

-Entrapta and Hordak reuniting: Yay!

-Swift Wind yanking her away before she can get through to him: Boo.

-Catra encouraging Adora to try and take care of herself for a change: Yay!

-Adora hurts Catra and she runs away: Boo.

-Adora finally calling out Shadow Weaver on what an utterly horrible person she is: Yay!

-Adora resolves to risk sacrificing herself to save the world: Bo—okay, seriously, was all this suffering really necessary, show?

-I know I mentioned in my previous She-Ra random thoughts that I supported Glimmadora, but I am okay with Catradora and Glimbow ending up canon. The only problem I have is how rushed they feel—moreso with Glimbow. With Catradora, the crew had an entire season to make it work again and they took it. Glimbow it feels like they were down to the last few episodes and went, “Oh right, we were gonna do something with these two!” then did their darndest to fit in some chemistry in between all the other stuff going down.

-As ominous as it was, the music where Horde Prime starts hacking Etheria honestly SLAPS.

-Okay, I know everyone is magic or something, but I am legit surprised getting electrocuted in water didn’t kill the heroes right then and there.

-Sea Hawk tries to flirt with his girl even as she’s trying to kill him. Truly, he is a man of taste.

-What do you know, Shadow Weaver can only do good when she’s (canonically!) punch drunk.

-You know a whole lot of this could have been avoided if Holo-Mara was Adora’s mentor instead of Light Hope.

-When I think about it, it was actually really clever to make Horde Prime the final villain for Adora to face: a domineering decadent man who’s been in power forever against a humble emotionally vulnerable compassionate young woman.

-Not to mention the divide between cult-like oppression and progressive freedom. Or something.

-Holy crap, did the First Ones get a great freaking a Great Old One for a guard dog?!

-So, you guys seriously didn’t bring Angella back to reunite with her family OR mention her all season after the impact her death had on everyone all last season until Glimmer needs a power-up at the last possible minute and then you never bring her up again. That is absolutely a dick move in bird culture.

-Entrapta’s hacker sticker gives me life. Gamer girl gremlin princess forever!

-On the one hand, I’m disappointed that Adora and Catra don’t get to have an awesome couple battle against the security monster and win. On the other hand, Shadow Weaver is finally dead. YAY!

-With apologies to the writers and especially Lorraine Toussaint. She did splendidly bringing this character to life and even if I hated Shadow Weaver, I adored the effort she put into making her one of the most emotionally complex villains I’ve ever seen.

-Words cannot, will not, and will never describe the pure joy that I experienced when I first saw Hordak’s big scene: standing up to and disowning his tyrant brother, saving Entrapta, declaring his love to her (albeit in a nicely lowkey fashion), and then throwing Horde Prime to his apparent doom Disney style with Entrapta cheering him with sheer glee. GOSH, it was everything I could have hoped for from this season!

-Now if only they kept the deleted scene where they got a moment to themselves before Prime body-jacked him again like the creepy sonuvabich he is.

-Horde Prime just wouldn’t be a religious villain if he didn’t tell everyone to burn.

-Bonus points for actually trying to burn the frigging planet.

-Aside from the idea of Adora switching to wearing a She-Ra themed dress everywhere in the future, the future vision was really quite sweet, and seeing Prime step in to ruin it made it all the more impactful.

-Can I just say that it’s absolutely wonderful that the show, for all it’s flaws, said “**** senseless heroic sacrifices”?

-BREAKING: Lesbian cat finally makes up with her jock ex, has a canon kiss so pure it saves the world!

-In other news, Catradora fans are still spoiled rotten.

-Wow, look at all those character comebacks they skipped through! Look, there’s the chefs from Dryl, Double Trouble, Huntara, the Horde Trio, Imp, Madame Razz—are you kidding me?!

-Grumbling aside, I actually find the idea of the Horde Trio and Imp getting involved in a G-rated science-fantasy version of the first Hangover movie quite amusing.

-Oh dang, they pulled a Castle in the Sky with the Velvet Glove!

-As nice as it was to see Aodra save Hordak from Horde Prime and destroy the latter through exorcism via sheer compassion, I’m rather disappointed we never got to see She-Ra go full Metal Gear Solid Rising: Revengence on any creepy old cult leaders.

-Yeah, it would have gone against the “love conquers all” set up, but love takes on many forms, does it not? So, why can it not manifest as cleaving your mortal enemies with extreme prejudice to save your loved ones?

-Furthermore, in addition to Holo-Mara being a better mentor, Hordak raising Adora instead Shadow Weaver could have prevented a lot of similar problems. Maybe. Possibly.

-Eh whatever, he has a lifetime’s worth of fanfiction to make up for it.

-ENTRAPDAK IS CANON, ALL IS RIGHT WITH THE WORLD.

-And so is Catradora and Glimbow! That’s nice, too.

-Aww, how sweet of them to skip through Catra and Scorpia, and Glimmer and Micah’s big reunions! It’s not like we’ve been waiting forever for this stuff or anything. HahahahAHAHAHDHAHAHFHAFHKSADJHFKAJHDfine.

-And so it all ends with everyone either friends, in love, or both, as heroes decide to make up for it all with a grandiose sequel promising more exciting space adventures we probably won’t see! HOORAY!

-All snarky ranting aside, I actually really enjoyed the finale. It was exciting, heartwarming, and above all it ended on happy, hopeful note without leaving too many frustrating questions unanswered. (*glares with utmost contempt at Voltron and Star vs. The Forces of Evil*)

-You know, this wasn’t bad for a final season, but I think this might have worked better as two seasons. Not in Netflix’s cheap “split a regular 13-episode season in two 6-7 episode long seasons” strategy, but I mean two full seasons with their own storylines leading up to the grand finale:

-First, one that starts out with Horde Prime’s arrival the downfall of Etheria, focuses on the space adventures, ends with their return to Etheria and gives the characters time to recuperate from season 4.

-Then, we have one final season that focuses on the Best Friend Squad’s Return to Etheria, Horde Prime’s plan, gives everyone more time to properly reconcile before ¾ of the entire cast gets chipped, sets up a new Rebellion made up of Princess Alliance and former Etherian Horde members, maybe even set up a proper Hordak redemption arc or something, and then our big happy ending.

-On a mostly unrelated note, I also feel that the whole show could have turned out even better if it had been either a dedicated science-fantasy war drama with some levity (like the good Star Wars shows or Avatar: The Last Airbender) or a lighthearted yet empowering slice-of-life action-adventure romcom (i.e. basically a well-made remake of the original show in the style of Adventure Time and Parks and Rec or something).

-My final random thought for this whole thing: we really could have used a triumphant end credits song or something. Aside from obviously recommending Fabulous Secret Powers, I would have also recommended the original 4 Non Blondes “What’s Going On,” a reprise of “Warriors,” Gorillaz’s “We Got the Power,” or (my favourite) Talking Head’s “(Nothing But) Flowers” since the ending scenes remind me of it.

Thanks again to the crew for giving me something to live for and/or complain about!

Now, let’s hope the He-Man reboots do as well...

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spaced0lphin · 4 years ago

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Massive Speculation

On N7 day of this hellscape of a year, BioWare announced they were making another Mass Effect instalment. Naturally, being sat up here in the bridge as I am, it gives me a lot of time to speculate and here are my thoughts on the wider picture.

These remasters are intended to revitalise the fandom for the upcoming project.

That much, to me, seems obvious. Whatever this new instalment is, it’s some years off and it makes perfect sense to give something to the (not insignificant) fanbase Mass Effect still has to attract them again, as well as new fans. These remasters will be well positioned to buy them a few years of good “fandom time.”

This upcoming instalment after the remasters is going to be Mass Effect’s last hurrah.

And maybe, as much as it sucks to say, BioWare’s last hurrah in its current form, too. It’s no industry secret that BioWare has outlived its life expectancy since the EA takeover. EA notoriously acquires and dissolves spirited, highly skilled studios once they stop being profitable (and sometimes even before that.) Unlike films, where franchises are just allowed to limp on indefinitely despite litanies of failures (think Terminator, Alien vs Predator and its ilk) games “enjoy” no such luxury. Beloved franchises are taken out behind the barn on the regular. BioWare’s productions in particular are large, grand, expensive, and alarmingly the past two have been both critical and commercial failures, vastly underperforming expectations. Mass Effect: Andromeda sold well initially, but proved to have no legs in the market; so much so, that all its DLC was cancelled and the title unceremoniously shelved. Anthem suffered a very similar and drastic fate. Whatever this upcoming Mass Effect title is going to be, it needs wide, iconic and lasting appeal.

Mass Effect can only be a flagship title.

There is no way to make a cheap Mass Effect game, and so all the stops are going to have to be pulled for this one. The studio learned a painful lesson when they left ME in the hands of their passionate, yet relatively inexperienced branch. Narratively, that puts the upcoming title in a very interesting place.

Mass Effect: Andromeda 2 is not a safe investment for a flagship title.

It doesn’t make a lot of sense to rile up interest in the ME universe again just for the next offering to be a sequel to the broadly disliked and violently shelved Andromeda. Such a decision seems counterintuitive. ME:A seems like a very bad basis to hitch a project of such importance on.

In terms of Mass Effect, what is more iconic than Commander Shepard?

As discussed, the new title is going to need to capitalise on broad appeal and fan favourites to survive. Mass Effect: Andromeda’s premise of sidestepping the whole Reapers debacle by being pioneers seeding the stars in a new galaxy was an excellent idea. Unfortunately, that ticket has been used up. Doing that same idea again seems ill-advised at best. Fandom has been hungry for more Commander Shepard for almost eight years, now... Easily, they and the N7s are the most recognisable, iconic figures. But, and it is a krogan sized “but”...

However, the endings were not meant to be written around.

Whatever you think of them, each “candy flavour” has far-reaching consequences that narratively speaking would be intensely difficult to write a meaningful and interesting continuance for. I’m not saying it isn’t possible, but it is extremely challenging and I think the only way to go forward with that would be to piss off a lot of people, for lack of a better term. It presents several challenges: 1. Okay, so the protagonist is Shepard. How? We have to pick the only path forward from here, which is to say that only the Shepards who chose this particular colour candy ending can proceed. This essentially makes one of the decisions the “canon” ending, because you can only make a game based on one of these outcomes, realistically. Scope becomes too huge if you’re trying to include all the branches. So... we are faced with the age old problem that caused such outrage over the endings initially... a lot of people are going to feel like their choices didn’t matter. This said, there is a slight precedence for this in that one could get their squad and themselves all killed in Mass Effect 2, and only my man Joker is left. That’s a bit of a different situation, but it’s all I got. 2. Okay, so only the Shepards who chose x ending can load their save and continue on. Shepard doing what? N7s are an interesting concept and the Mass Effect universe is a very interesting one with many kinds of narrative possibilities, however, it’s a real pretty corner the writers have painted themselves into on this one, gotta say. This leaves only two other narrative possibilities: 1. The least interesting of all the options, a prequel. This presents challenges of its own, because in Mass Effect’s own lore, it’s not actually that long ago that humanity came into contact with the rest of the galaxy. You can either write about the First Contact War, which involves only humans and turians and shrinks the scope drastically so much so as to be disappointing and lose much of the colour of the universe... or you go so far back into the past that it’s the Protheans’ cycle, in which case there’s no opportunity for a human protagonist - which is a massive problem - and is narratively not very compelling because we know everyone and everything dies, unless you want to do something stupid like time travel. Mass Effect is already high concept enough, I don’t think time travel is a particularly good mechanic to introduce to the series... Unless it’s short-term and single-use, like Shepard has to stop themselves from making a choice in the third game’s era. Even then, that’s opening a big can of worms that I don’t think is a good fit for the series. 2. Mass Effect: Mandalorian The only way to retain the colourful scope, the human protagonist, and the aliens we’re familiar with is ditch the iconic N7 situation entirely and set the instalment maybe 5 or 10 years before Shepard’s time. This ensures humanity is still an up-and-coming member of galactic society, yet the whole Reapers business isn’t going on yet. They won’t go for N7s because as we know, Shepard was the first human Spectre, so the protagonist could be some kind of smuggler, criminal or vigilante rather than military. Touching on what fans loved so much about Mass Effect 2, which was the feeling of getting together your motley crew of misfits to do a real big job, your role could simply be to amass a group of space jerks to do a mission of much smaller scale than the Reapers’ plotline, but no less fun. I’m going to bet it would be called something like Mass Effect: Renegades (you can have that one for free, BioWare) and the player could be pitted against C-Sec and other galactic law enforcement agencies. This even gives the opportunity for small cameos, such as Garrus’ time in C-Sec, and other characters to appear in different points in their careers. Whilst it wouldn’t make up for the loss of the iconic N7 visual and idea, it might go some way towards helping broad appeal. Also just look at how successful the Mandalorian has been for Star Wars. The only reason I don’t like these ideas is because I don’t get to date Joker in any of them. Seriously, BioWare, I don’t care what you do, just let me date the damn scruffy pilot. Not a different one, that one. Specifically. You could get an impersonator if Seth Green doesn’t wanna do it. Say his voicebox got damaged, I don’t care, just something, please In all seriousness though, I’d love for Shepard to come back. My ideal situation has to do with only one of the endings being “canonised” and is that Shepard somehow survives. Then it’s about rebuilding the galaxy after the Reapers have gone. I’m sure there’s drama to be had in that. And it gives me the opportunity to hope for Shepard to finally, FINALLY hook up with Joker. Seriously it’s so narratively powerful they’re always there for each other come on give me this I think that option would be challenging to write and would involve a sacrifice of pissing some fans off quite a lot, but the fact is, Mass Effect needs to be saved if it’s going to continue on, and it might be possible to orchestrate a situation where Shepard passes the torch on to new characters at the end. That’s also a common theme in shows and games these days.

#Mass Effect #mass effect speculation #Mass Effect 5 #but seriously whatever you do just let me date joker ffs

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fyrapartnersearch · 4 years ago

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18+ Roleplay Buddy!

Hello, hello! I am 18+ and looking for an 18+ NSFW Partner.

-My name is Erika

-I’m 21 years old (Soon-to-be-22)

-From the USA (Eastern time-zone)

-Currently in College

Hello! Anyone that sees this is welcome to message me if you are interested and you see this post. I’m an experienced role-player that has been writing for around 4-5+ years now. I’m open to any types of pairings while RPing a story. Especially looking for partners to message. Someone who is casual and fun and we can just both write together. Have as much creative freedom as you want for whatever story that we are able to create. I want to have us both be able to enjoy it. Don’t be afraid to tell me any ideas, suggestions, stories of your own, and so on and so forth! I like to make sure that my partner is comfortable whenever the two of us chat!

Also a small note, I do have a life outside of writing such as school and working in general. I try to understand with my partner or whoever a chat with so with that being said, I have a busy schedule and I can’t message all the time so I just ask to understand that this is long term for a reason and if I happen to miss your message it is because I am busy, working, and possibly sleeping. I try my best to reply whenever I can but sometimes I do miss and hope that you can understand that happens. I like to be understanding myself and if there is the chance that you can’t talk or RP then I completely understand and rather you focus on life than feeling obligated to message me.

Besides that, I myself am looking to start a long term mature and mostly smutty story, I love fantasy, romantic, action, darker themes dabbled in, and most storyline RPs, if you have an idea that I haven’t tried I’m willing to do it too along with more realistic plot points. I’m very detailed and like a detailed partner too, I usually roleplay in the first person but I do the third person as well if I have to if it is better fitting for the roles within the story. Just tell me which one that you prefer. If you don’t have a preference in mind then I’m sure we can discuss further to settle on something enjoyable. As much as I love smut I do like to have some kind of story so that the constant sex will not get boring. So basically some porn with a plot!

-I do also have a few mini-plot ideas that I can share below to get some creativity going for whoever is interested but nothing is completely set in stone and I am more than happy to change things around to fit both of our needs or come up with something fresh entirely! Just want to help get people brainstorming and see some of the ideas that I have in mind at the moment too.

First, an innocent person unexpectedly being dragged into the crime world when they become the affection and obsession of a mob boss that is not easy to avoid or escape from. The innocent person knows their evil and wrong but it’s very hard to resist them in any way. The more the innocent person tries to stay away the stronger the obsession becomes to the point of being drawn into each other no matter how bad the relationship may be for one another. This plot can have a darker theme and tone to it but I am more than happy to do a much more of a redemption arc to this one.

Second, is an asylum plot, a newbie that enters and is eye-catching to a few other patients that have been living inside the hospital. All having the same thing in mind, leaving the hospital but it’s not as easy as said with the other patients inside and corrupted doctors around. There also could be an alternative plot or side plot in general with a doctor and patient-focused relationship dark theme mostly for this plot and can be supernatural as well.

Third, is more of a pairing with a goody-good and the delinquent, having a more of an opposite attraction sort of situation between the two, maybe starting off with bullying or dislike for one another and having the two interacting. Possibly a dominant bad boy/girl, overpowering the submissive and innocent of the pair. The makings of a possible relationship being able to develop between the two of them or having it eventually crumble apart. I have some more brainstorming that I want to do with this but I would be happy to hear any ideas that you may have if interested, feeling that this will be another more casual and a slice of life in general.

-Those being the more realistic plot points above I have in mind grounded in reality but here are my more fantasy-based plots below.

First is a vampire and human plots as I have a few different ideas that could be used for these roles in general, a human that becomes the bride and/or groom for a ruthless vampire that has been looking for their soulmate all their life. But the soulmate is a human of course and doesn’t know of supernatural life or even in possible denial of there being supernatural beings in the first place. An alternative plotline for the arranged marriage is the human’s parents had been in debt years ago right before they were born, deciding to make a deal with the vampire to be able to provide a good life for their child. But of course, there has to be an equal exchange, that being their hand in marriage once at adult age. With that agreement in place, the human is allowed the chance of a normal life without worries, unaware as their next mid-stone birthday they will have their whole world turned around. Those are the two main ideas in my mind but I am happy to hear anything that you may have. This being more character development and a plot-focused one if you have an interest in this one.

Second is a damsel in distress plot, a princess of a well-known kingdom that gets kidnapped by a group of bandits. The princess is held by them to get as much money as they could for having a ransom. But the more they travel the closer they get to each other. Or it could be the opposite and the princess is actually saved by a hero of the kingdom. Possibly a knight in shining armor, a wanted criminal looking to get some treasure, or even the so-called village idiot. Either way, there is a princess that needs saving! Both developments go over the course of classical fantasy adventure land. Monsters, magic, and everything in between. With this one, I wanna do plenty of world-building, plenty of establishing of characters, and making it feel like the environment is really alive around our characters too.

Third is a human becoming the affection of a wolf’s pact. A lost human in the forest runs into wolf territory unknown to the human. Leaving them completely trapped as the wolves take the human and use them as the housemate. The plot could also be an alpha finding their mate after years of searching but now has to claim them along with the troubles that their mate is a human. But with a human in wolf territory, it can be quite hard with the rising tension in the air. This one could be of course one pairing or multiple pairings depending on those who are interested in playing multiple characters throughout the story.

Fourth, more sci-fi fantasy alien focus plots! An alien has been tracking along and stumbled upon Earth, out of all the millions of places that they could have ended up, the alien is right within the human’s home. Different avenues could be made here, maybe the human taking care of the alien and helping them adapt to life on Earth. Another could be that the alien is being tracked down by the government and changes to the two of them being on the run from the law. With that in mind, we could do the reverse of the story, the alien decides to take one of the humans from Earth and travel along with space. Humans being a species in which are quite rare at this point and nearly on the verge of extension. Leading to some otherworldly beings stepping in to ensure that the human lives life enough to repopulate. Another more action-driven plot is an alien and an android, one being a galactic criminal and the other a bounty hunter that is trying to stop them and end their crime spree around space. Much more of a cat and mouse chase with plenty of encounters in between. Who will really win this game in the end? All of these ideas of course either taking place in a more general modern-day Earth or the bounds of space. Since there are three separate ideas just specify which one you would like to go more into planning with.

Fifth, much more futuristic or steampunk theme plot. A mad scientist and their Frankenstein creation, one would call them a mad person for trying to bring someone to life, whether mechanical or a real being either way after trial and failure over and over again, Their creation finally comes to life! Their greatest accomplishment is finally complete yet it’s unlike anything they ever expected. Sure bringing something to life is amazing in itself but when that life is rather lacking in intelligence, it can be quite troublesome. As mentioned this will have a more futuristic setting with some world-building in mind, a dystopian future can be used along with this too if wanting to give a chance at that too.

Sixth, a bit more of a large idea retaining inside of a home. A human, rather down on their luck, not much family and not having the best of life always passes by an old home, large and intimidating in size. Practically having the look of being abandoned. Even with retaining the look of nothing inside, the home always seems to call for them. Beckoning them inside yet the human always ignored the call and walked along by day after day. Growing the urge to follow that call as it gets louder and louder each time until finally, the human decides to end it and see what’s truly inside. Now, for this plot, I would like it to have a bigger scaled version of symbiosis. Beings that are occupying the same space despite having a history of not coexisting together. Some depend on one another for their own reasons while others use the living space to benefit off of what comes inside the trap. A labyrinth of sorts once inside, would the human truly have what it takes to escape or will they be completely swallowed up whole. This being a rather bigger idea on my end with playing multiple characters and such but you are always more than welcome to play more too. If this one piques your interest then just let me know so we can start discussing more.

Seventh, a more fantasy-themed world in general with this one. I have been really craving something with being suddenly dropped into a world that is much more intimidating and overwhelming around them. Think Alice in Wonderland or Little Nightmares and such where the goal of the main character is to return home again. Having to rely on wits and watch their step every way in fear of making the wrong move at any time. Though with further exploration of this land will you get swept up and trapped inside or manage to crawl your way back out. With this one, I am open to hearing any ideas that you would like to add along with the overall tone as I see it being a wonderous trip through unexplored lands or a gritty survival trail to home. Either way, I am happy to explore more on it.

Eighth, more Sci-Fi fantasy in mind with this one. More groundhog day in mind. Being trapped repeating the same day over and over again only to wake up and do the same. It seems that only you have the memory of what happens which makes you seem to be the one responsible of breaking this loop. Trying multiple ways, trial and error day after day, all seems lost until finally one day you meet someone that remembers your name.

-As stated above all the plot ideas that I mentioned are open to change and I am happy to hear any other ideas that you may have. I myself am a very open-minded person and am happy to hear whatever ideas, kinks, fetishes that you may have in more detail as we chat alone. Everything and anyone is welcomed to message me!

+I do wanna mention a few things here since most people scroll to the bottom and I just wanna make sure I get across the most important information here.

+18+ only partners

+I usually play female characters, I have played male characters in the past but do not have nearly as much experience with them. I could give it a try if you request but it will probably be some of my more shaky work.

+I like to control my character and I would like to keep control of my character. Please do not control my character in any way. I hope that I do not come across as rude but it is a small pet peeve of mine.

+Also apologies in advance but I do not really much fandom stuff really, things with pre-established characters and history are not my strong suit, and feel that I make them more of my own version of that character than anything else so I would rather just do my own OC’s then do a character from something else made.

+I also would like to make this clear once again, I do have work and I am a college student, this is why it’s a long-term roleplay and I am looking for a recurrent partner. If I am busy then I am busy. I would much rather be doing something fun but alas I cannot spend all my time writing and I just want that to be a clear understanding before you decide to message me.

TL;DR: I’m looking for a new detailed long-term roleplay partner and I am more than happy to hear any ideas in mind. As far as contacting me goes you can always message me but I will warn you that I usually don’t do my roleplaying on Reddit since I tend to not get notified about messages so if you are still interested after that I am more than happy to share my discord. Please be patient, as I try to get to every message I can and I apologize if I do miss yours in that process.

And if you are having trouble adding me there then please message me here and let me know!

Discord: BbwCandy18#9717

#oc rp #long term #original #submission #long post

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kiaranovastar · 2 years ago

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Moonchild script

Once upon a time, there was a young girl on the moon.

She would sprinkle stardust on anyone that was suffering and ease their pain.

She shone over everyone at night time and healed them with the moon's healing powers.

The moon grew large, then small, and then large again.

It was the light in darkness.

Popa: Right now it's a crescent moon.

I like it when its crescent. It's easy to lie down on.

Radio: Its fishing season! Today is forecast for a big catch.

Popa: No way! I should head to the lake immediately!

In the background are sun and moon creatures running around while Popa is fishing

Huh?

It's a big one!

Catches a huge golden fish

Huh?

Something sprinkles from the fish's mouth

Fish lands on grass

A music box lands in Popas hands

What's this?

Opens

(In a singing voice) Go to the prison tower

The prison tower?

Note: The prison tower is a confinement centre for galactic criminals. It holds both minor and serious criminals.

Moon bird (Moony)

Singing a song while looking at the shine from Earth

Oh, what a beautiful light

Why must I have to fight

Perhaps I will find my salvation

Today

My name is Popa by the way.

Popa, can you get the keys to the cells here?

Hmm, I know the prison guard personally.

Then watch me work my magic.

Ah, Popa.

Wesley?

I just wanted to ask about-

Music box shines

Ah, the keys. Sure, I'll give them to you.

Huh?

I have mind controlling powers.

Walking up steps

Yes, go this way.

Ah!

Music box starts singing

Finds Moony

Music box!

Etshosidye

They hug

Popa: Huh? Is that your name?

Yes. It is. I know it is incomprehensible in your tongue.

Then... why don't I call you Moony!

Moony, huh? Fine, I like it!

Are you a boy or a girl?

Hmmhmmhmm! What do you think?

A boy? A girl? I'm an adult you know!

Hehe he... sorry.

It's fine, it's fine!

Thank you for saving me. What can I possibly do to repay you.

Music box opens

Gasp!

You are the one that can open the music box!

Me? What do you mean?

Who are you anyway?

Me... I am...

Once upon a time, there was a moon bird.

I have spent so long flying around the universe, looking for someone to tell my story to... I think I have found the one.

Because the music box can only be opened by the person with the right aura. I thought I would never find them.

The music box, when it is opened and sings, can restore life to a planet. The owner can make it sing. That is why I need it.

You must return the sacred music box to its rightful owner.

Hmm ok, that's very interesting. This all sounds crazy to me. But if you need my help... I'll do it.

Popa!

Popa, oh Popa! How can I thank you?

Hehe. Don't worry about it.

You can buy a space board to fly across the stars. I didn't need one because I can fly.

Buys it

Are you sure you want to come with us?

Yes! It's an adventure!

Ok.

Wow, I didn't know there were this many stars!

Nnnng! (Moony trying to hold on)

Look, theres some kind of a wall in the way.

Inspects it

No matter how far up, down, left or right we go, we can't seem to get past it. What do we do?

Why don't we try going through it?

Woah!

They enter another dimension.

A barren wasteland.

We came from the sky. How do we get out now?

Hunter gatherer long people.

They are carrying an animals dead carcass.

Hmm!

Strange people!

Who are you?

I'm Popa. And this is Moony. Where are we?

We are flubos. This is Flubo land.

Where can we find more people?

Go to city. Over there. They help you.

Thank you. Bows

A magical city of flubos.

Wow, this place is nice!

What do you wanna do?

Buy icecream!

Looks at all the foreign flavours

Wow! I don't even know what these flavours are!

Licking ice-cream

Huh?

A glimmer of light

Let's follow it!

Please, give me back my teddy!

A child moon bird pleading to a flubo

Hey! Give it back!

Music box controls the flubo

Yes. I will give it back

Phew. You saved me!

No problem.

You don't look like you're from here either. Where did you come from?

I'm Popa. I'm Moony. I'm from Earth. I'm from Croxa.

Nice to meet you Popa and Moony. I'm Lecca. Let me show you around.

I was adopted by two very nice flubos. I don't know how I got here. I think my parents must be dead.

But to meet another moon bird here. That's rare.

What is this world.

This is a mysterious dimension. It goes on endlessly. But the only place with civilisation is this city.

Wow... The savages must be lonely.

Yes. They are very lonely...

Say...

Theres really something strange about this place. Sometimes, at the corner of my eye... I see... Nothing.

This is where the government is. If you want to find out how to get out, ask them.

Thanks Lecca!

They go to the government office

Hello. Is this the president Flubo?

Yes, it is. What do you want, my dears?

Hmm. It seems that you are not of this dimension.

We came from the sky. We want to get to the other side of this wall.

I see.

Hmmhmmhmm. Why don't we have some tea while we talk?

Popa pours tea into her mouth, but she doesn't taste it.

Huh?

I didn't taste it at all.

You know... I just love it when some lost children come looking for help. I love helping children. Hahaha.

Somethings wrong!

What kind of a journey did you go on? What did you see? Hahaha. Very interesting.

Popa, I didn't taste the tea either!

I heard that.

Suddenly it gets dark.

Hmmhmmhmm. We are not real. We are illusions. You are trapped here for the rest of eternity.

What?!

It goes black and they can't see anything around them.

Time has stopped.

You are here for an eternity.

Popa! Moony!

Lecca!

Everyone disappeared! What happened?

The flubos are illusion creatures. We don't really exist. This whole dimension doesn't exist.

How do we get out?

It's no use. You can't.

I... think I have something.

Takes out another music box.

I found it in an alley one time. It spoke to me. It said it can work miracles, but it will be destroyed after use.

Another music box!

Let's try it!

It sings. The dimension disappears and they are back in space.

Wow...

Lecca, that was amazing!

Come with us. We're delivering Moonys music box to the rightful owner. I know who it is.

Ah... Sleep time.

Look.

They see moving stars.

We are close. That is the star dancer. The rightful owner of the music box.

Star dance performance

Madame Star Dancer is performing with other dancers

The star dancer finishes dancing.

Madam, we have a letter for you.

Dear Madam Star Dancer

We are pleased to inform you that the sacred music box you have wished for is finally coming. It is being carried by travellers.

In the past, when the dancer was still small

Dancing

Oh music box, what could I do without you? You bring such joy to my life.

Cecca, my dear, I just love watching you dance. Please, dance away.

And she dances the night away.

She gets called by her parents. She lives in the palace as a dancer.

Cecca, there is something we must tell you. The circumstances of our planet... They are not looking good. Our planet is about to be taken over by evil aliens. We must evacuate.

But as they are evacuating, the music box gets locked so that it couldn't open, and stolen.

They are saved by another alien species, but it is too late.

The music box is gone.

And that was when she became appointed as the star dancer.

The gang arrive.

Ah, what a long ride!

Face looking relieved

My friends. You've arrived.

Madame Star Dancer. I bring you... The music box.

My music box! I'm delighted! It's been so long! How have you been? Teary eyed

Cecca! I missed you!

Before they return the music box the dimension breaks

You fools, you think you can get out of this one?

I am the Godess of another dimension!

Lost in nothingness with strange colors swirling around, they call for each other.

Popa, it's me! Smiles

Moony!

I have an idea.

Moon child ends up offering up a piece of her heart to the god of that dimension to get back to their own

A gust breaks out in the whole universe

If I offer a piece of my heart

Ends with Popa and bird sitting on Popa's moon with part of Popa's image missing on her top

Popa and Moony do a dance with the dancers

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shabre-legacy · 5 years ago

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Starbird’s Calm (revised)

Corin braced her feet and leaned across the grated floor to push her weight into the wall across from her as the captain barely gave warning before pulling the starship into another barrel roll.

As everything stopped spinning, she continued hurrying down the corridor. Her footsteps echoed along the metal and she kept her hands braced on the walls. The Captain was a brilliant pilot; however, three ships from Galactic Customs were chasing them with orders to bring down the ship regardless of crew casualties. Getting out of this situation required some fancy maneuvers. Luckily for the crew, the artificial gravity was still working, even if the ship bucked like a plane in low atmo., at least they could still walk. Finally, she made it into the engine room and dropped to the lower platform next to the ship’s mechanic. “Captain sent me”

“Great,” grumbled the mechanic, Aster, from under part of the containment chamber holding their ships AB Drive, “That last hit knocked the whole damned drive offline and fried half the damned connectors.” Aster didn’t look like what Corin had thought a mechanic would look like when she’d joined. Instead, a tall, lean, red-haired man in his mid-twenties. He’d been brought on as ship's mechanic before Corin had joined this crew and tended to be a good-natured, cheerful man.

Their crew was in a particularly nasty place just now and this job had proven much more difficult then they’d thought it’d be. Who would have thought getting stolen medical supplies from the planetary corporations out to the refugees from the western quadrants would be this difficult? Sure, they didn’t exactly buy them first…. But people needed those supplies and the Starbird could outrun any of those private security or Galactic Customs ships. At least, they could when the space-damned AB Drive was fucking working. GC didn’t have FTL capable ships on security watch. If they could get the drive up, they would be in the clear. She handed Aster a wrench and started trying to figure out how to best help get the star-damned thing online again.

AB drives were the best for faster-than-light travel, but this one seemed to always give them fits.

The Captain hadn’t stopped the ridiculous stunts that she called ‘evasive maneuvers’. The ship twisting around like they’d been hit by solar winds. The internal ship’s comms beeped online and, based on nothing but the string of curses, she could tell it was Duro, the Starbird’s navigator and Aster’s father. The old man was usually serious and quiet, but clearly pissed off at Aster. “What are you doing down there? Get that fucking drive up now! Do your damned job or I swear I will throw you out the fucking airlock myself.”

Duro devolved into more curses as the Captain yanked the ship straight up, if up could exist in space. Corin fell back and staggered a bit as the ship leveled out for another moment. This would almost be easier without the artificial gravity. Moving like they were on a planet was nice, except for now. Why was she still even on this ship? She could barely remember why she’d signed up anymore. She’d always been the type to hold her tongue and work, but this fighting made her want to start shoving people into the airlock. She wouldn’t, but she sure did feel like it.

Aster and Duro started swearing at each other again as soon as they stopped bracing themselves, The bridge, and the rest of the ship and crew, could probably hear Aster more clearly than she could, what with him having moved further under the drive’s containment in the process of his repairs. “I am doing my damn job, you old bastard!” A hand popped out from behind the unit. “Connector.”

She grabbed one from what appeared to be the ‘new connectors’ pile and rolled it to him, nearly tripping in her speed. She was not sure how much more the ship could take. She really didn’t want to die because some GC ship managed to get a lucky shot.

Duro and Aster were still cursing at each other. She honestly couldn’t pinpoint when they’d started this. he last few months had been worse, with the two of them in near constant conflict. The in-fighting had spread to the crew too. A lot of them had started snipping at each other. Turning minor issues into big fights and days of shouting matches and insults.

Corin had left home because of this. Well, not entirely because of the fighting. The constant fighting in and around her home had made it really easy to leave. If it hadn’t been for Caithi, she’d probably have left this crew now. She could barely remember why she’d come to space to begin with. This job, this crew had pushed it out of her mind. If these two, and the rest of the crew, couldn’t get themselves together long enough to finish this run, she’d kick them out herself. Kick them right into dark space.

She grabbed new tools and started another set of repairs. If they couldn’t get this online, then there’d be trouble. Their ship didn’t have the fuel capacity of the Galactic Customs ships and one vs. three usually worked out poorly for the one.

“ENOUGH! You fucking idiots are done with this now!” The Captain's voice burst over the comms, clearly having had it with their loud, vulgar fight across the small ship. “Aster get that drive up. Duro, coordinates ready now. I want to hit FTL the fucking second that damn Drive’s good.”

Corin ignored the men and their responses, trying to focus on her job. Space wasn’t somewhere to mess around. One wrong move, and they could be dead. The Starbird kept tilting and rolling, which slowed the work as Corin and Aster frequently had to brace themselves or hold onto whatever engine piece they could reach, so they didn’t fall across the room or into the AB drive. She’d seen what crashing into an active AB drive does to a person; it wasn’t pretty. There was also the possibility of exploding into space dust if they screwed this up. They had artificial gravity in here, but that didn’t matter much with the stunts their Captain pulled out to keep them from being shot into oblivion.

After what felt like hours, but likely less than a minute, Aster flung himself out from under the unit and began flipping switches. Corin tightened the last containment bolt as Aster hit the primary activator and yelled at the comms “She’s up! She’s up! We’re good to go.” Corin slammed the panel on the containment unit shut and jumped back to the controls as the warbling hum began and the ship prepared to hit FTL.

“Woo! We out, see ya jackasses!” The Captain's typical sarcastic and arrogant tone echoed from the comm as she activated the FTL controls. The ship jolted as they entered lightspace, leaving the GC ships far behind.

Corin clapped Aster on the shoulder as he ran more scans and headed back up to the bridge, tucking a stray lock of dark brown hair back behind her ears. The corridor from the engine room rounded around the whole ship with a short hall and two steps up to reach the bridge. The Captain was leaning back in the pilots seat and relaxing a bit after their successful heist and escape. She didn’t really look like much. Captain Caithi wasn’t the striking beauty that the captains in those old pre-contact vids were. Corin had heard her described as rather plain, with long black hair tightly tied back from her face and dark amber eyes. She had a strong jaw and brow and a nose she always said was too big for her face. She seemed to be always laughing though, laughing or bragging or joking around. Corin would follow her to the depths of hell itself.

She’d meet Caithi when the corporate freighter she’d been on ended up in a port taken over by a multi-species criminal gang. They’d taken the ship, the cargo and the crew. Caithi and her boys had shown up and rescued the ship and crew. They’d taken the cargo for themselves, but Corin had been offered a job with them. She’d probably fallen for the reckless starship captain the moment Caithi put her gun in the biggest gangster’s face and backed them down. Her threats had been bluffs, but they’d worked and Corin walked onto the Starbird and had been at Caithi’s side for the last three years.

Duro had the same red hair as his son and maybe a foot or more shorter, probably twice as broad in the shoulders though. He sat at another one of the consoles near the main piloting console, tapping away at the navigator’s screen and angrily muttering under his breath. Another of the other crew members, Jaren, stood nearby. He was mostly muscle, a good shot, better at keeping the cargo bay organized. Short, with dark hair that curled around his ears and eyes almost darker than Corin’s own. He stood right where she’d left him when she’d been sent to help Aster; leaning against one of the few open wall spaces watching the blurred lines that space always became during FTL travel. Lightspace looked weird and strangely beautiful, by far the fastest way to travel and one of the more dangerous.

As she stepped onto the bridge, she could hear Caithi lecturing both Duro and Aster. The same lecture they got every time they did something stupid like fighting instead of working together. This time though she seemed serious. Usually, some kind of lecture on crew cohesiveness and small spaces and compromises, but today…. “Get your shit together and figure out how to exist together without clogging the comms with your fucking fights or you’re both off this ship at the next port. AM I CLEAR!” the quiet murmurs of “Yes, Captain” from both of them were the only sounds from the crew for a few seconds. Caithi never shouted at her crew in anger. Fear, excitement, drama, sure, but never anger. She meant this threat.

The moment of stunned silence broke as a loud crack sounded through the ship. Aster’s cursing from the engine room drowned out by the shouts of the crew as the ship spun around and shook violently as they fell out of lightspace. It took a few minutes, but the Captain managed to stabilize the Starbird and bring her to a stop, or as close to that as space allowed. Corin could almost feel the whole ship take a collective sigh of relief as the movement they could feel stopped and everyone realized they’d survived.

The crew erupted into yelling and debating about what had happened. The sound of many feet heading towards the bridge echoed; only pausing when Aster popped onto the comms. “Looks like one of those Customs ships got a shot nearly to us when we made the jump. It caught up and hit the exterior portion of the AB Drive. The shields deflected most of the damage, but there’s still a lot and the main engine’s down too. I’m bringing ‘em up for repairs, but I don’t know how long it’ll be.” The tone in his voice left everyone a bit shaken as what he’d said sunk in. No engine. No AB Drive. No clue how long repairs would be. Their only hope being that they were near enough to somewhere populated to get a signal out. But the view out the bridge windows didn’t offer any solace. They’d been lucky not to fall out into a sun or worse. No one would come for them.

This area was beautiful though. The darkness of space around them highlighted the imploded star maze off to one side and the blues, pinks, whites and reds of nebulae and distant star systems on the other. Ahead of them they could see distant trails of light blending into the backdrop of stars and galaxies you could only see this far from civilization. They sat in what seemed to be an empty spot, safer from gravity pulls, far enough from phenomena and suns, black holes and other dangers, that they could just pause for a few minutes. The nearest nebulae, four from what she could see, painted the stars in vibrant colors and left her nearly speechless. This! This was why she’d come to space. This beauty, this freedom. The endless possibilities of seeing this. How had she ever forgotten this! This was everything and she’d found it again.

Most of the crew though, seemed caught in their worries about survival, cramming onto the bridge as they argued and cursed about what they should do. A few seemed to be in awe of the sight as well, but years in space made many a bit jaded to its beauty.

The heated arguments came to an abrupt end as the ship rocked. It stabilized for a moment and then rocked again. “What the fuck was that?” She called out into the suddenly quiet bridge. Around her, the crew shifted to prepare for whatever was coming. She saw Jaren move towards the door. You didn’t get moved in dark space by friendly things.

The crew was tense, hands on the guns tucked into their belts, ready to head to the cargo bay or up to the ship’s guns. Whatever decided to bother them wouldn’t take them down without a fight. “Got something on the scanners” Duro tapped rapidly at the scanners display screen as though that would clear up whatever had been detected.

“What do we got? Pirates? More GC? Space Debris?” Captain Caithi didn’t even give him a chance to answer before hitting the comms back on. “Aster, get us one of those damn engines NOW! I’m sending Jaren and Tigg down to help. Corin, if this goes bad, I need you on the front guns.”

A quick echo of “Yes, Captain” came from Jaren and Tigg as they slipped past the others and took off running to the engine room as another soft rock hit the ship.

Aster answered with the irritation he’d had all day. “I’m fucking working on it, Captain. It’ll be ready when it’s fucking ready. It’s not my fault the damn things half-fried.”

The Captain seemed about to hit Aster with a verbal lashing he wouldn’t soon forget when they heard it. Duro had activated the audio scanners to try to figure out what they were picking up. The song was a haunting warble. She’d only heard things like it in the nature vids from earth. Corin leaned even closer to the window and stared as the creatures finally moved into view. “No fucking way!!”

There must have been 50 of them. Massive creatures, the babies were nearly the size of the Starbird and the adults at least four times the size. Fins or wings or whatever gently moving through the empty vacuum that should kill them and yet there they flew. “Space Whales.” One of her crewmates behind her whispered as they stood stunned.

The Captain softly called down to the engine room. “Hey boys, you gotta see this.” They all watched, crowded around the few windows. It was easy to see why people, or humans at least, called them space whales. It wasn’t only their song that reminded people of earth’s gentle giants, they looked like whales too, sort of. Aster and the other two joined them on the bridge. All nine members of the crew crowded together watching the show.

The pod danced and flew and played together with the colors of the nebulae and all the glittering stars behind them. Their song continued as they called to each other. An ageless melody that few would hear or believe to exist. In this moment, Corin found herself feeling completely at peace. As the whales danced among the stars, she noticed Duro moving softly. He placed a hand on Aster’s shoulder and they simply stood there; silently watching one of the rarest views in the galaxy.

Too soon for her liking, the pod moved on. Twisting around each other and moving away as they, for a fraction of a second, appeared to blur into lines of light before vanishing. They disappeared faster then they’d arrived. The crew of the Starbird simply stood there. Staring at the nebulae and soaking in the shared experience. Many had believed that space whales didn’t exist. To have this experience, to almost literally stumble onto the pod, it felt like that first moment you see space from your first ship. Pure awe at the beauty and incredible surprises that the galaxy is capable of.

The silence was only broken by a soft whisper from the back of the group. “Hey Dad, care to help out getting everything working again?” Corin glanced over and out the corner of her eye she saw Aster staring straight ahead as though slightly embarrassed to not be yelling.

Duro squeezed his shoulder gently, “Of course, kid.” The warmth in his voice so unlike the tone he had lately. It was a moment like in the old stories, the ones where people looked at some old place and found they could understand each other better for a little while. The whole crew had been affected.

It would not last, there’d be more problems. They still had to fix the engines and finish the job. But this, they might make it to port now. They could work everything else out there. They’d drink and fight out their issues, so much was due to close quarters and getting distance would help. For now, calm and peace and cooperation among the crew. Maybe, just maybe, this moment of peace and reflection had been exactly what they needed.

#original fiction #original sci-fi #sci-fi #my writing #starbirds calm

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brooklynislandgirl · 4 years ago

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👮🏼‍♂️- How do they regard authority? Are they generally on the side of the Empire or the Republic?

Your Faith For Bricks || Accepting

{ @mynameisanakin for also sending the question <33}

The Prince eyes the woman before him. Not a muscle twitches. Hardly a breath to see be drawn or exhaled. Face unreadable beneath the darkness of the cloak’s hood enshrouding her features, but if he hazarded a guess, he would say her eyes are either riveted to the floor, or staring just past his shoulder. There is no malevolence that he can feel emanating from her though there’s a subtle, pervasively creeping sensation that is both intimidating as it is silent. Something he can’t quite put his finger on though it isn’t pleasant. Marks this moment as anything but a social engagement. He rolls his neck along his shoulders. “The anti-Imperial sentiment is out of control in this sector. If you try and convince anyone otherwise, your ambition will be noted. Best of luck to you.”

That seems to strike a nerve. He can hear the sound of the leather gloves as she fists her hands within the sleeves of her robes.

“You do understand,” she begins carefully, shrewdly. “That the Rebel Alliance is responsible for terrorism? They do not seek peace, or freedom. Their goal is to overthrow the government chosen by the representatives of the people. Elected and given its powers and privileges from the very citizens that are now being subject to a handful of malcontents who, under the leadership of a hereditary monarchy, have taken upon themselves what’s best for the galaxy. That they have a history of terrestrial war crimes such as wearing the uniform of the enemy, false surrender, and the killing of unarmed prisoners? They smuggle goods under the guise of diplomatic missions thus avoiding the payment of legal tariffs that get spent on infrastructure and services for the Empire.

“They mistreat Imperial prisoners of war, condone cannibalism and desecration of the dead, the execution of Cl... disabled Storm troopers, have been known to attempt acquisition and use of ion disrupter rifles, which were banned by the Imperial Senate due to its effects on sentient beings. And...and the use of children as soldiers, Your Highness! Most Galactic citizens would find that abhorrent.”

He steeples his fingers and taps them against his lips. “A rhetoric I am sure you’ve said to dozens of planetary leaders. And yet you offer no proof.”

Her voice becomes softly strained, spoken through her teeth. “The rebellion has no proper authority to declare war, and what they are doing- This isn’t about the legitimacy of the Empire, nor praise for a constitutional dictatorship. The Empire was legally formed. It spans most of the inhabited galaxy. Do you not think the war would be much bigger if the people hated it that much? The Empire stopped the corruption that plagued the Republic! The galaxy is an immensely dangerous place! Just look at the way the Hutts operate! We have gone a long way to clean things up and make the galaxy a safe enough place for even the rebels to live and complain about it!”

She raises her hands and lowers her cowl to directly look him in the eye, and for a moment he’s taken aback. There are fine lines at the corners of her eyes which blaze emerald fire as they narrow on his face, and similar ones at the corners of her mouth. Such a distinct difference that when last he saw her. She’d been much happier then, a fact he could not have blamed her for if he tried, but this same woman now is forged from a different temper.

“Do you believe it right that one man should have so much say over the entire populace?” “When that one man ended the War, ended the tyranny of the Jedi, and doesn’t interfere with local planets and their authority except understandably when terrorists, anti-Imperial factions or criminal enterprise is involved? Absolutely. Lord Vader is an unmatched warrior and commander and he-.”

“I was not speaking of Anakin.”

She pales visibly.

Rel rises from behind his desk at long last. His armour allows his already tall, broad frame to tower further still over her. He carefully removes one gauntlet to stroke bare knuckles down her cheek, unmistakable affectionate. “My sweetest little flower-” “I am Lord Ven-

“You are Melakeni Ivers, daughter of mine, no matter what ridiculous thing you play at being, and I see what is in your spirit, even if you do not think so. And I will pray to the four moons that when everything settles, that you and your human boy come out unscathed. But I am afraid that for the time being... Zelos will remain as we always have; neutral and uninvolved in Galactic politics. Now, will you indulge an old man a stroll through the gardens before you leave again?”

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

There is unspeakable grace in the way she comes to kneel before him; gloved palms flat, one knee bent, the other almost parallel to the deck plating but not quite. Head bowed reverently. The tension of the bridge crew is palpable; no one purposefully draws Lord Vader’s attention if they can avoid it, even aboard his own ship. “Mission completed, and I am once more yours to command, My Master.”

He looms over her, the very spectre of Death, the Unmaker of the Universe. A single, brief gesture bids her to rise, to follow as he stalks on ridiculously long legs from the bridge, his heavy, armoured steps echoing long after their passing.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

“Must you do that, Keni?”

“Must is a strong word.” She smiles up into his face. “I prefer to think of it as a perk of the j-” Before she can finish the sentence he lowers himself down over her and nips at her bare shoulder. The smile becomes a laugh which ends in a sigh of contentment. She has been away too long and they both know it. These few small and stolen moments alone together are too few, though infinitely more frequent than their days in the Temple. They shift around until they are both comfortable, though still entangled.

She gathers the blankets that have managed to pool around his hips and drags the further up, to give herself some modesty and warmth as her skin begins to cool. He doesn’t mind that she lays her head against his good arm and presses her hand flat against his chest while his fingers curl into her hair.

“How’d it go with your father?”

“Exactly as foreseen. As a soldier, he cannot abide the rebels. As a prince and father, he has no love for Palpatine. Zelos, he says, and I absolutely believe, will do nothing no matter what happens from here. Though his fondness for you...if asked...he would side with you in a heartbeat. The troopers you know will follow you anywhere. And as much as you might hate it now, you are still the Hero with no fear. The rebels would fall in line, I think...while the Empire... Our Empire...would welcome his removal from his throne.”

And while Anakin ruminates in silence, his Presence in the Force is like a storm.

“We don’t have make any decisions right now,” she said and nuzzled into his neck. “Just know there’s options.”

#Mahalo!Hel <333 #The Dreaming Tree|Melakeni Ivers #Pools of Sorrow Waves of Joy|Anikeni #Across the Universe|Star Wars AU #Post Revenge of the Sith-Pre A New Hope #sohelish

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polar-stars · 6 years ago

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I was a little inspired by Kana, to write something for @isshinene as well to make her feel a bit better on her recent anon spams ;w;

So here, have a small insight into Nene in Star Wars AU (with some? some? IsshiNene? Because c’mon it’s for Asuka. And honestly everything can be canon in Star Wars AU ^^)

It’s also rather angsty (I hope) but since Asuka tends to like it, I hope it won’t be that much of a problem.

Also I will get to the remaining asks in my inbox relating to the AU as soon as I can ;w; (I’ll get some writing done in my vacations)

Anyways, it’s a bit sloppy and all over the place but I hope you can find at least a little enjoyment in it:

Coruscant. The famous capital of the Galactic Republic and undoubtedly the center of the their world. When arriving in your ship, you were greeted by the imposant sight of the high skyscrapers of the city planet in their competition who could get nearer to the sky. Many ships then began to set their course on some of the most impressive buildings of the enormous city. Like the Opera house for example, or the Senate building or the Jedi Temple. Her home. As far as she heard from the Master who used to train her, she was originally from Naboo. However, as her force-sensitivity was recognised early on, she had been taken from her parents as a baby to learn the ways of the Jedi. And so she had been living on the booming city planet Coruscant for all her life. To others, it tended to sound shocking and frightening, having to think being taken away from their parents but to her it was a necessary step, as she couldn’t allow herself any strong emotional bonds as a Jedi. This was just simply how they operated. They committed their life to the force and the maintaining of peace in the Galaxis. This required a cool head and a full-on dedication to your duty. Jedi Master Nene Kinokuni. From the day her training begun on, she had always been one of the most diligent and hard-working Padawans among her fellow peers. Her precision, attention to detail and willingness to learn could only be rivaled by few and quickly she grew into one of the most talented Jedis the Order ever had, claiming the rang of Master at a rather young age. She earned great respect because of that and more than often her name was brought up to young Padawans to set an example. When she passed through the halls, she felt eyes following her and minds calculating if it would be appropriate to talk to the legend. She sensed that each and everyone of them, was trusting her with their life. Too bad, that they did not sense that she was not much of an reliable protector anymore. Nene was analyzing her fellow Jedis a lot and sometimes she would inspect their talks and their fighting. In all her observations, she noted how more and more Jedis became a lot more brash and recklesss. Focusing more on looking 'cool' than to keep the mind in balance. Nene lost count on how many Jedi customs she had already seen being abandoned. In the beginning she tried to tell herself that this was the fault of the currently ongoing Clone Wars and that it's circumstances where the reasons why some Jedi felt a need to alter their behavior a little. But after taking on a mission directly in the supposed heart of the Republic, her home, that lead her directly into the dark shadows of Coruscant....Nene had truly been able to witness just how much criminal activities and unjust where committed in their very area. Much was broken. And there needed to be a change. And as she was presented to a chance, she grasped it. --- As she left the council meeting today, she knew that it would be their last time together. As she bid her fellow council members goodbye, she knew it would be one forever. With the exception of Master Somei Saito, who shared her views on the Jedi abandoning their customs more and more. As she finally got into the great halls of the temple, she planned to make her way to one of the ships immediately. She had thought long and hard about this and believed it would be the right choice. But even if she did, there was still a part in her that couldn't deny the guilt that was building up in her. Her, the remarkable and heavily respected Jedi Master, would be nothing but a backstabber and traitor by the time this day would end and she knew it. Mentally she shook her head, telling herself to not let the guilt win over her and to keep rational. After all, being emotionless was the way of the Jedi. And change was necessary, even if it meant what it did. She had nearly reached the gate as she suddenly heard a familiar voice behind her, calling her name in such a jolly and happy way. "Nene!" She flinched immediately and for a moment considered just continue on walking. She didn't want to have this confrontation. She didn't want to. Out of sheer politeness, or so she told herself, she turned around in the end to face the brightly, smiling face of her childhood friend and fellow Jedi Council Member, Satoshi Isshiki. His Padawan, Shun Ibusaki, standing a bit farer away with an unreadable expression as always. "Isshiki." She greeted dryly, while her mind was in turmoil, having to look into these shining, blue eyes that had always been near her since birth, that she had often eyed them so darkly but at the same time she always found herself lost in them ever since. "Fantastic" didn't even begin to describe his talents. He was sheer wonder. Within the span of only a few minutes or hours he had mastered tasks that others needed weeks for from the day his training began on. No matter what the subject to learn was, he always exceeded perfectly. He invoked a feeling in her that no Jedi should ever feel for even a second, jealousy. Of course, she always denied it and suppressed it. After all, jealousy was considered a sufficient way to get lost on dark path, which would be a shame for a renowed Jedi like her. But whenever she saw him mastering a skill, she had sharpened over the course of weeks in just a hour, she felt the jealousy burning up. Did she hate him though? No absolutely not. It was possibly straight-up impossible to hate Satoshi Isshiki and his kind smiles, his care for the younger ones, his loyalty and his willpower to do the good deeds. And this rumbled up the emotions, she wasn't even supposed to have, even more. "What do you want?" She spoke, averting his gaze, not wanting to be directly pinned under the stare of a man, close to her, that she had already betrayed mentally. "I wanted to ask if you're not too busy." He responded. Before continuing. "I wanted to ask you if you could assist me in the training of Shun today?" Now she frowned and actually did turn to him. Was he trying to make fun of her? "Why?" She asked. "He's not my Padawan. Also..." Her tone got frosty. "I do not know what I am supposed to teach him that you can't." With that she was about to turn around. But his voice stopped her movement. "What are you talking about?" Again, she met his gaze, still frowning. But in return he looked at her so warmly and so...honest. "Don't talk yourself down like that. I know for a fact that you would make a great teacher. No one has spend as much time in the liberty as you, so your theoretical knowledge and information around the Jedi history and customs is outmatched. I saw you talk to children before and it was evident that you are a caring, patient and understanding person. Exactly what they need." This made her brain freeze for a second, as her eyes only widened and she stared at the man with a more than bewildered expression. He only continued. "Truth to be told, the real reason why I want you to assist me today is that you get a taste of what teaching Padawans is like. I do believe you should get your own one. You would be a fantastic one and a gold-catch for any Padawan considering your status and skills." Nene was at a lost of words. She felt a forbidden blush emerge on her cheeks and her heart furtively accelerating at the praise she had just heard. Suddenly the yells of the suppressed guilt in her got louder and she had to clutch her fist to restrain herself from spilling what was actually going on in her mind right now. Satoshi only continued to look at her expectingly. "Maybe, when you come back we can look at the current Padawans and search one for you." His smile got even brighter, making her heart form a knot. "What do you say?" She couldn't deny that her tongue was aching and that a piercing pain went through her chest when she gave her answer. "Alright, as soon as I come back we can do as you wish. But now I really have to leave." To strengthen her inner turmoil, he laughed. "Nice to hear! I'll be waiting. Have a good flight." Nene nearly choked when saying "Goodbye, Isshiki" in return before turning around to make her way to the ship that would get her to the meeting Azami Nakiri had requested, so that his plans could be finalized at last. And so she left the building she grew up in, knowing that she would never return.

#Lea is writing #SW AU #Nene Kinokuni #Satoshi Isshiki #IsshiNene

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