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haravatatakademik · 7 months ago

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HSR Verse

Name: Alhaitham

Nickanme(s): Haitham, Librarian, Book Worm, Archivist,

Occupation: Archivist, Systems and Data Recovery, Academic Philosopher

Age: late twenties

Gender: Cis Male

Sexuality: Bi/Pan - Male leaning

Height: 6'2"

Build: Fit, Athletic, Tall

Affiliation: Herta Space Station (Currently)

Path: Eurdition

Power: Quantum

Weapon: Gems and Light

Skills: Research, Observation, Planning, Tactics, Deception, Studying, Computer Systems, Information Organization and Recovery, Hacking and Decryption, Physical Archival of Files and Artifacts, Library Sciences

PERSONALITY:

Alhaitham knows that he can be misunderstood as difficult and hardheaded. He doesn't bother to correct people, preferring to retreat to his world of books, music, and interests. Alhaitham tends to focus on his work during work hours, but outside of work it's hard to convince him to work when he's off the clock. While Alhaitham could be classified as introverted, he's moreso just isn't interested in a lot of interactions with people.

He is not a member of the Genius Society or the Intelligentsia Guild, though he has been acknowledged by both. He prefers to live his life as he so choses, not needing the recognition of others.

TID BITS: - Ambidextrous. - Has been arrested before, Charges dropped due to lack of evidence. - Has spent time, and enjoys spending time on Punklorde. - Alhaitham's pseudonym is Vultur Volans. - As a person that walks the path of Erudition, Alhaitham believes in the pursuit of knowledge and the sharing of truth.

STORY TLDR: - Alhaitham is Sigonian. - He was childhood friends with Kaveh, but the separated as they grew up and studied. - Alhaitham studied a variety of things, but has doctorates in library sciences and computer programming. - He works as a contracted Archivist, updating and restoring both digital and physical archives. - Alhaitham is a published author in Philosophy, and under a pseudonym, Vultur Volans, he digitally publishes the historical truth of the IPC's Actions. - He is looking for Kaveh.

STORY:

"Alhaitham! Let's explore the Stars together!"

His childhood was quiet, but not without issues. Alhaitham was raised by his grandmother, and he had a best friend, Kaveh. From a young age he knew his parents died on Sigonia-IV. Before they died in the desert they brought him as an infant to live with his grandmother.

He heard the names that people called him. He knew what they meant. Kaveh got mad on his behalf, and let yelled at the people who muttered awful things under their breathe.

Alhaitham's Grandmother wanted him to have a quiet and peaceful life. So she raised him with love and dotted on him. She kept him close, and protected, so nothing bad would happen to him. And Alhaitham wanted to stay with her and Kaveh forever.

But Kaveh wanted to explore to stars. And he wanted Alhaitham to come with him. But Alhaitham didn't want to leave his Grandmother. So one day Kaveh left him behind.

"I love you, my Grandson, Alhaitham,"

Alhaitham's grandmother likely wasn't biologically related to him. And his parents likely weren't even his parents. But they saved him from the conflict on Sigonia-IV. His parents, whether it was the people who brought him to his grandmother, or other people, died in conflict.

But Alhaitham's grandmother loves him. And raises him. And in all ways that matter, they are family. She teaches him to love learning, to think critically and pursue knowledge.

Alhaitham stayed with his grandmother until she passed away. Taking care of her till the end of her life. He treasured her till the end of her life, and she treasured him as a child.

"It's time to carve my own path."

Alhaitham studied Computer programming and library sciences. He has a doctorate in physical and digital Archival and Recovery sciences. He gets hired to build or recover digital and/or physical archives for people or institutions, which allows him to travel to universe.

His latest job was on the Herta Space Station, he'd been about to finish up his contract when the Anti-Matter Legion attacked. In the aftermath of the attack, Alhaitham's contract got extended, so he could help repair some of the archival system's broken in the attack.

Which has put a damper on his search to reunite with his childhood friend.

Alhaitham has also published several books on philosophy, musing on the rationality, correlation, the effects of one sided history telling, and the faults of corporatization and gentrification.

Under his pseudonym, Vultur Volans, Alhaitham has digitally published historical texts that has been more truthful than the IPC's telling of historical events.

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awesome-voice-actors · 5 years ago

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otakween · 6 years ago

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.Hack//Quantum - Scenery, episode 1

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velvetrooms · 6 years ago

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.hack//Quantum (2011)

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noodlerooster · 7 years ago

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.hack always make me wanna play vr games. Now... where’s THE WORLD VR??

#dot hack #.hack #.hack//quantum

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prokopetz · 5 years ago

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hey, I love games like Hadean Lands, Obra Dinn, and Heaven's Vault, that teach the player their system basics in the tutorial *and* expect them to figure out the late game with careful study and consistent logic. I think it's a bit of a high bar, but could you recommend any more clever logic games? Shenzen IO and TIS-100 are TOO deep, and setting violence like Obra Dinn's is fine, but I can't get into Danganronpa's, if that makes sense.

My taste in puzzle games tends to run to the abstract rather than the narrative, but if that’s not a dealbreaker, I could probably come up with a few. How about any of the following?

Baba Is You - Given its popularity, I’m like 99% sure you’ve heard of this one already, but on the off-chance that you haven’t: it’s a Sokoban-like block-pushing game, with the twist that the rules that govern play – right down to basic stuff like collision detection and which object is “you” – are expressed in the form of in-game objects that can be manipulated. You’re basically reprogramming the game on the fly, with the goal of each puzzle being to find a set of rules that renders it solvable. Starts out very basic; the late game is mind-bending in multiple sense of the phrase!

Beglitched - A self-described “cyberpink” puzzler that’s essentially a fusion between Battleship and Minesweeper, with a light narrative adventure game overlay. Gameplay consists in main of a series of “hacking battles” where the challenge is to figure out where on a match-three puzzle grid your opponent is hiding. Wrong guesses hurt you, and many opponents can move between turns as well. Some levels change things up with extra or alternative goals, typically linked with the overarching story.

Counterfeit Monkey - You mentioning Hadean Lands immediately put me in mind of this one. Short version: it’s parser-driven interactive fiction where you play as a character armed with a device that can remove letters – one at a time – from the name of any object, and objects will transform to match their new monikers. You later gain the ability to insert letters, find anagrams, and so forth, and it’s actually kind of amazing what transformations the game anticipates. (And yes, you can turn a whole lot of things into dicks if that’s your inclination.)

Hexologic - A pure abstract puzzler made up mainly of logic puzzles masquerading as math puzzles. The basic idea is to arrange the playing field so that the number of dots in each row and column adds up to a certain value. Successive layers of increasingly complex restrictions on how you’re allowed to lay things out are built up on top of this, until near the end you’re dealing with hexes on opposite sides of the board interacting with each other in not-always-obvious ways.

Magnibox - A game where you play as a magnet. Literally – you’re just a cartoon horseshoe magnet rolling from place to place. Predictably, the puzzles are all based on attracting and repelling various objects, moving either yourself or the targeted object accordingly. Later stages introduce successively more block-pushing elements, though there’s never any platforming per se; gravity only takes effect after you complete each move, so speed of execution isn’t a factor.

Recursed - A puzzle platfomer where rooms are linked not by doors and passages, but by treasure chests that you need to hop inside of. Each room is thus “inside” another room – hence the game’s title. The trick is that you can pick up treasure chests and carry them with you, including into other treasure chests. This lets you do stupid tricks like cloning objects, instantiating multiple copies of the same room, and even de-instantiating the room you’re currently standing in. Figuring out how to do the last one is actually required to access the game’s true ending!

Shift Quantum - A cyberpunk puzzle platformer that plays with the idea of negative space. Your basic special move is to completely invert a level’s layout, such that all open spaces become solid terrain and all formerly solid terrain becomes open space. Throw in some standard puzzle platformer tricks like air dashing and block pushing – and a few non-standard ones, like fiddling with which direction is down – and you have a pretty solid set of tools. Notably, this is the only game on this list to include a full-featured puzzle editor.

Snakebird - I guess you could describe this one as a turn-based platformer? The gameplay videos will show you what I mean. It’s a bit of an outlier with respect to your “must have a tutorial” criterion because it actually sells its tutorial as a totally separate game, Snakebird Primer. It’s not super clearly communicated, but the developer’s expectation seems to be that you’ll start out with the primer, then only buy the full game if you manage to complete it. This may be reasonable given the full game’s difficulty: it starts where most puzzle games end.

The Swapper - This one is likely to cross the line for you violence-wise, but it impressed me enough with its puzzles that I’d be remiss not to include it. You play as an astronaut armed with a projector-like gun that lets you create copies of yourself and “swap” your consciousness (and player control) between them. As you may have gathered, many puzzle solutions involve tossing your clones into various person-shredding hazards; it’s not gory by any means, but some of the fates you’ll abandon your clones to are enough to make any sensitive person cringe.

The Talos Principle - Here’s another one I’m sure you’ve heard of, but just in case! This one’s about an android solving real-time logic puzzles at the behest of a questionably deific voice in the sky. The gameplay verges on being a walking sim at times, and most of the puzzles revolve around correct placement of various gadgets, with not much in the way of required action (though there are some puzzles where a quick trigger finger permits alternative solutions). Violence is limited to vaguely humanoid robots getting blown up or knocked over.

I’m not sure where you stand regarding action gameplay (none of the titles you name-checked are action games), so for completeness, Baba Is You, Beglitched, Counterfeit Monkey, Hexologic, Magnibox and Snakebird are strictly turn-based. Recursed and The Talos Principle involve some real-time platforming, but execution is not technically demanding. Shift Quantum may or may not challenge your reflexes – I’d recommend trying out the demo to get a feel for it. The Swapper definitely demands precise timing, though you can slow down time a bit by holding a button.

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rico-tyrell · 1 year ago

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#.hack #dot hack #.hack//quantum #video game #gaming #anime #anime gifs #anime edit #dailyanime #dailygifs #my gifs #movement #quantumgif

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kumeko · 5 years ago

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duplication

Characters/Pairings: Keith, Pidge

A/N: Written for the @kidgezine! It was a lot of fun writing these two and having them bump off one another. This is a bit of an in-between seasons piece, a missing scene.

Summary: Take me near the asteroid, Pidge had said. We’ll be safe, she had said. Keith wasn’t sure why he still listened to her sometimes. Hopefully they could fix their spaceship and get out.

…

“Almost done?” Keith crouched down next to the command panel, his hands hanging loosely off his knees. It was a little strange doing this now, for various reasons—he was a little taller, for one. For two, it had been two years since he’d last done this.

“Almost!” A pair of sneakers wiggled happily from underneath a buzzing machine. At least, he hoped it was happy and not a panicked response to the heavy metal object squishing his friend. After hearing a few clunks and a soft curse, the feet slowly pulled out, revealing a very grimy and dusty Pidge. “We really need to dust under there.”

“Probably.” Keith grimaced, reaching onto the command panel to grab the towel. At least this explained why she had him search the small ship for one. “Will it run?”

“Thanks!” Taking off her glasses, she rubbed them clean as she considered his question. “Soon—I reconnected a few things and—” There was a soft splutter, the lights flickered briefly, and Pidge’s smile dropped a notch. “Ok, scratch that. I might have to go under a few more times.”

“That’s what you said an hour ago.” Keith shook his head and stood up. Looking out the main window, he sighed at the empty expanse of space ahead of them. Somehow, that was always the case. Whether he was trapped on an asteroid for two years, lost in his lion, losing the others and their lions—the ridiculously big and complicated space full of beings to protect was somehow always empty when he needed them to give a hand back.

Probably for the best anyways. Last time someone had tried to help them, they had also tried to sell them to the empire. Not an experience he was looking forward to repeating. “Once we get this fixed, we should just head back.”

“Huh?” Pidge stood up, gripping her towel tightly. “I thought we were going to the edge of the Quantum Abyss.”

“You do know I spent two years there, right?” Keith pointed out dryly. It was a little funny how much shorter she was; he had always been taller but now he felt like a giant. “And I was lucky it was only two years.”

“Well, yeah, that’s why we’re going there.” Pidge pouted, crossing her arms. Any anger or even power in her stance was lost by the fact that only her glasses were clean and the rest of her face was a black, sooty mess. With popcorn on it.

Yeah, they definitely needed to clean down there. Allura’s pet mice were fun, but Keith wasn’t too keen to discover just what other rodents existed in the universe. “We’re going only close enough for you to get the data, no more than that.”

“Good enough!” Pidge grinned, raising the towel once more to wipe her face. Before he could stop her, she smeared it even worse, until she looked almost like a modern art exhibit. Hanging it on her shoulder, she sat down. “Break time! Did you find any snacks?”

He stared at her moment, debating whether or not to tell her about her face. Well, she’d be going back under anyways soon enough and she couldn’t really get much worse than that. Probably. Grabbing a black bag off his seat, he settled down on the floor next to her. “Just a few—we need to ration our goods until we can move again.”

Pidge’s hand was already halfway into the bag. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” She pulled out a purple bag with a strange green giraffe-cow hybrid on it. Without hesitation, she popped it open and munched on neon-green striped things that he hoped were chips. “Ahhh, that hits the spot.”

Did it? Even after all their time out here, he was just as surprised by the food as he was when they first came out here. Gingerly, he pulled out a blinding yellow bag, full of Cheetos. Cheetos with brown spots. They didn’t taste anything at all like cheese and he wondered for a moment if they were actually made out of some space-cheetah. “Better than nothing.”

“Don’t be like that!” Pidge head-butted his arm before stealing one of his Cheetos. “Ohh, that’s an interesting flavour.”

“Hey!” Frowning, he tried to grab one of hers in retaliation, but she kept yanking the bag out of reach.

“You don’t even like them!” She batted his hands away, more fluid and accurate than he’d expected. Keith had remembered her clumsier, only graceful with a screen and a toolbelt. “Your arms are so much longer now!”

“But not long enough.” Giving up, he returned to his now heavily guarded bag.

“Really? Is it because you’re half Galra? Will you grow even more?” Pidge poked at his arm now, her food discarded to the side. She’d done this before, when he’d first returned, but somehow the topic never tired her. Her hands slowly inched along his arm, pressing and prodding each muscle. “You’re going to need new clothes.”

“I already need new clothes.” Keith rolled his eyes, remembering just how little of his wardrobe fit when he returned. Even his favourite jacket didn’t, leading to an awkward tear that left Lance in hysterical laughter.

“I wonder how long you’ll live—I mean, I thought Lotor and his family were immortal because of the quintessence, but his nanny’s still alive too.” Pidge sighed, resting her cheek on his arm. “And you’re half-human too; I need to study biology.”

“Really? Do you mean literally immortal or just very—” Keith paused, processing what Pidge had just said. He whipped his face to hers, incredulous eyes wide. “His nanny?”

“His nanny,” she confirmed, a solemn nod. “She who raised him in the ways of the Galara.”

“His nanny,” Keith repeated, the word still funny and strange to hear. The Galara had nannies? Lotor had a nanny? It was weird to think of him as a child, listening obediently or even getting punished. “What’s she like?”

“Strict?” Pidge shrugged, tossing her hands up uncertainly. “You should ask Hunk, she taught him.”

He wasn’t sure if that was even more of a surprise than finding out he was effectually immortal and Lotor still had his babysitter. “Hunk? Really?”

“He really liked it.” Pidge bit her lip, before retracting her words. “He sorta liked it and he’s never going back.”

“I don’t think that’s called liking it.” Keith snorted and after a moment, Pidge joined in, hunching over as she laughed.

“You should have seen his face, though.” She wiped her eyes, her fingers blurring the tear streaks and oil into a single wet mess.

Keith resisted the urge to tell her to look at hers—he’d take a discrete photo later. It almost seemed like her face got worse with every second and he wanted the maximum impact. “Next time.”

She shook her chip bag over her mouth, dropping the last of the crumbs before discarding the bag. Within seconds, she was back onto her creeper seat. Stretching her arms in front of her, she announced, “Break time is over.”

Keith nodded, taking another bite of his Cheeto. When she scrunched her brow, nodding at his bag, he shrugged. “I’m not really doing anything.”

“…” Pidge opened her mouth and then closed it. He could almost see the argument running through her mind, her hand raising and dropping as she tried out different ideas before finally giving up with a sigh. “Yeah, I guess so.” As he smiled, she pouted, staring at him with narrowed eyes and puffed up cheeks. “For now.”

Again, her threat would have been more convincing if she didn’t now have cheeto streaks added into her Picasso face. More than getting the best shot, he really, really wanted to clean her face. Before he could say anything, she dived back under the console panel. “For now!”

Her feet were the only indication of progress and he watched them as he ate. Tapping fast meant she was searching for something or doing routine work, while slow tapping indicated something difficult had come up. It was comforting, almost, reminding him of his time at the castle, his time as a paladin. Time had worn the hectic memories into fond ones. He had half forgotten his disastrous leadership until Lance had kindly reminded him of just how bad it was.

Somehow, they even had it on video and he wasn’t sure if the black lion had betrayed him or Hunk and Pidge just hacked into every camera they could find and then some.

“Wrench,” Pidge ordered, holding her hand out from other the panel.

Digging through her toolbox, he grabbed the first wrench he saw. “This one?”

She wrapped her hand around it, feeling the head, before dropping it with a clang. “Bigger one.”

“Bigger…” he dug through the tool box, nails and sockets before finding another wrench. “3/4?”

“Yep.” Her hand disappeared immediately, and he heard a soft clanging, a swear, and then a sharp click. “Try the command panel.”

“…the command panel?” He stared at her feet accusingly, as though the guilt could travel up her spine. “You broke the command panel?”

“Technically, you didn’t even know about it till now, so it was never broken,” Pidge retorted, her foot tapping impatiently. “Did you check?”

“You know that doesn’t make sense.” Keith went over to the control panel, tapping out various instructions. Life support, check. Docking, check. Flight—well, technically the engines were still down but the instructions worked. “It seems fine so far. Though the engines are still not working.”

“That’s expected.” She slid out once more and stood up, dusting her hands on her pants. “I can do some calibrations here.”

Keith eyed her dirty fingers with a grimace and handed her yet another towel. He was almost terrified to look into her workshop, to see just what state she left it. Her black fingerprints were already dotting her pants, the edges of the table, the bag of chips she’d discarded. “Not with those hands.”

Pidge’s brow rose even as she accepted the towel. “Didn’t know you were such a clean freak.”

“Only compared to you,” he replied dryly, watching as she ineffectually cleaned her hands. It had gone from funny to—no, it was still funny. It would probably never stop being funny, but they had to get a move on. “Let me do it.”

“Yes, mom.” Pidge blinked as he took the towel. “Is this because you spent two years with your mom?”

“What?” Keith shot her a glare, rubbing her fingers a little harder than he needed to. “No.”

“Oh, come on, you were together for two years, you sure you didn’t pick this up from her?” Pidge tried to suppress her giggles as he rubbed her fingers; she had always been a little ticklish there. “Did—ha—she do this to—ha—you?”

“She’s not that type of mom.” When Pidge gave him an expectant look, he sighed. “We…talked a lot. About dad. Home. What she did. Myself.” He paused between his points, releasing a newly cleaned finger with each one until finally he let go of her hands. “There, all done.”

“Ohhh, nice.” She wiggled them in front of her before turning to the control panel. Her fingers danced on the keyboard as she punched code after code. “Did you really just talk for two years?”

He rubbed the back of his neck—even if they’d done nothing else, the talking would have been more than worth it. Mom was more than a word now; an image, a feeling was attached to it, similar but not quite what he thought of with Dad. “We trained a lot—after we fought off the wolves, we had to make a shelter and find food but then—”

“Wait, wait, wait.” Pidge stopped typing, squinting at him. “Did you just say wolves?”

“Huh?” Keith frowned, trying to remember the exact species name. “They weren’t earth wolves, they were…uh…”

Pidge took a step toward him, her eyes sparkling. “A pack of them?”

“Yeah?” Keith backed up, unnerved by how long she had been staring at him without blinking. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Holy cow, that is amazing!” Pidge rocked back and forth on her feet, pumping her fists excitedly. “You’re like a real-life ranger.”

“Ranger?” Keith bit his lip. “Like a park ranger?”

“Oh please, nothing that normal. It’s a class in Monsters and Mana and you basically lived it.” Pidge lightly bounced up and down as she returned to her keyboard, her hands flying as fast as her mouth did. “You found food and fought off monsters and basically survived in the woods—your stats would be so high if you made a character sheet with this.”

It was like she was speaking Greek, her mind travelling from one idea to the next quicker than he could keep up. He held up his hand. “Wait, Monsters and Mana”

“It’s a game. Corran played it with us—oh right, you weren’t there.” Pidge hummed and he could see the gears in her head churning. “It’s like an rpg, but we make everything up.”

“I somehow feel that is no different than usual,” he snorted and she joined in after glowering at him for a moment.

“Yeah, I mean, sure—especially when we can’t read the text because it’s an old game and there’s like a gazillion different languages in space, but it’s a bit different.” Pidge chuckled again. “We make up our characters and play a story that Corran’s created. It’s a lot of fun.”

“Really?” He leaned against the wall, watching her face light up as she explained.

By now fixing the engines were automatic to her and she barely paid attention to what she typed. “Yeah, like Lance was this not-so-silent assassin and he kept setting off traps, Allura kept injuring herself because she picked an elf and they’re…kinda weak. And Shiro.” Pidge doubled over laughing, her hand hitting the keyboard before he could stop her.

Keith quickly inspected the keyboard before sighing with relief. They’d just fixed it. If it broke again, they might as well just wait for rescue. Distracted, he asked, “What did he do?”

“You can pick any character, any class, anything in this game. Literally anything and he picks a paladin. He picks himself.” Pidge stopped to take a breath, her cheeks creased from all the laughter. “Not once, but thrice.”

“Thrice?” Even if he’d never played the game before, that didn’t sound right.

“He died because of Allura’s mice and then an attack. So we let him pick a new character. Any character. Shiro just pretended to be his twin brother, Jiro.”

Keith winced. “I thought he had more imagination than that. And Jiro? Really?”

“I don’t think he even changed his backstory—he was supposed to be the only survivor! Then again, it’s Shiro,” Pidge guffawed, as though it explained everything. And in a way, it did. Suddenly, she fell silent, staring out the main window into deep space. Her fingers stilled, her feet stopped moving, and Pidge was quiet in a way he rarely saw her. “He wasn’t Shiro, though.”

Two blades clashed in the chambers of his memory, a mockery of Shiro’s face twisting with insults and lies. That was not Shiro. That was never Shiro. Keith firmly shook his head. “No, he wasn’t.”

“He just…he just felt like him. Can you even clone that?” Pidge rubbed her arm, looking small and uncomfortable. The rug had been pulled from under all their feet and they were still trying to land. “A person’s goodness? Their personality?”

“I don’t think so.” Keith looked at his hands, at the human skin hiding Galra blood. Just what did his DNA say? What was encoded in it? His mother’s impatience? His father’s solitude? Were they things he’d inherited or things he learned, things his own clones would have or not? “That’s…that’s not how it works, right?”

“I don’t know.” Pidge stared at the floor, as though the answers were in the endlessly repeated whorls. Her fingers curled around the table. “Maybe? I…I really should have taken more biology.”

They were different, he wanted to say, but he remembered the clone’s smile, the way he laughed with all of his body as though it was exploding out of him whenever Lance did something stupid. His hand, firm and gentle, as it rested on Keith’s shoulder, telling him to make a choice.

They weren’t the same, he wanted to say, but the words were caught in his throat, unlike the clone’s, who always had a strategy ready, who was patient enough to read the battle and find the changing tide. Or maybe it had just felt that way, that he had seen what he wanted to in the clone.

Even in the end, just before he died, Keith couldn’t be certain if the clone had spared him. If some part of Shiro had woken up beyond the Galra’s control and did the right thing, even if it was for the last time.

“The Black Lion liked him,” Keith finally said, because it was the only truth they knew. The lions always picked their master and the Black Lion had picked the clone.

“Yeah, he did.” Pidge pressed her forehead against the cool control panel, taking a deep breath. In, out, Keith matched his own to her rhythm. “That counts for something.”

“Yeah.” Keith gripped her shoulder, smiling at her when she looked up.

“Another thing your mom taught you?” Pidge asked, squeezing his hand before straightening up. “You’re usually more awkward than that.”

“It has been two years,” Keith countered, letting go.

“Yeah but, you were all alone on that rock.” Pidge went back to typing, a sly grin on her face. “And you’re Keith.”

“And you’re Pidge and I don’t think even five years will help with your height.”

“Low blow!” Pidge gave a triumphant final tap and crossed her arm. “Engines are working!”

“Finally!” Keith manned his station, setting the coordinates for the auto-pilot. “Hopefully we get back before Hunk sends a search party.”

“It might be too late for that.” Pidge pulled up more screens, double checking their logs. “You know, I kinda missed this.” She gave him an awkward smile. “Talking to you like this, I mean. And everything else.”

Keith rubbed his neck. It was strange, but one thing his solo missions had taught him was that while he did like being alone, he had also surprisingly enjoyed teamwork. Lance’s inane chatter on the line, Hunk and Pidge geeking out over the latest tech, Allura warring between caution and aggression. “Me too.”

“And since we have so much to catch up on, what if we go to the—”

“Pidge, not even for you.” Keith shot down the suggestion.

“It was worth a try.”

#keith #pidge #kidge #vld #voltron #katie holt #fanfic

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cyclone-rachel · 6 years ago

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Pay the Asking Price

a Supergirl fanfic

chapter 1

Kara knew, regardless of who or what she found, that her life would change once she opened the pod.

Change even more than it had in the past year- because after becoming Supergirl, and learning to defend her city, she’d just stopped her first alien invasion. She’d managed to keep Myriad from killing almost everyone and neutralized Non, while J’onn had taken care of Indigo. She’d launched Fort Rozz back into space where it belonged, even risking her own life… and after almost dying, she figured she deserved a little bit of a break. She needed time to slow down, to process what she’d gone through and make sense of it all.

But after the party she and her family had thrown, of course there was something to disrupt it once more, and in this case it was another pod.

Another Kryptonian pod, to be specific, although when she did indeed open it and get a good look at the person inside, she knew its passenger was anything but Kryptonian.

“Oh my god.” She said, looking down at the unconscious Coluan.

J’onn landed a moment later, following her gaze and taking a step back once his eyes landed on what Kara was looking at.

“This… complicates things.” He said.

“Yeah, he couldn’t have landed at a worse time.” Kara agreed, looking down at his hands and trying not to imagine them squeezing around her throat. “But we still have to help him, don’t we?”

“Yes.” J’onn said. “He may be more of a threat to us alone- at least, once he wakes up, he’ll know he isn’t, and if he’s anything like Indigo he won’t kill us first.”

“He might not be anything like her, we don’t know.” Kara answered. “But I guess that can wait until he wakes up.”

J’onn nodded, and Kara lifted the alien into her arms.

“Follow me.” J’onn said, and she did, without question.

After casually breezing through the whole Oh hey, there’s a DEO building in the middle of the city that we never told you about talk, Kara was more than ready to see the DEO’s new guest, the man who fell to Earth.

He was still sleeping, hooked up to monitors and currently lacking a shirt after his other one- black, with three silver dots in an upside-down triangle- was taken off in favor of placing the electrodes for the monitors. Winn was already in the room by the time Kara and Alex arrived, J’onn soon following them.

“Well, at least we don’t have to figure out where he’s from.” Kara started, pacing around him. “But why would he have a Kryptonian pod?”

“Okay, you may know what kind of alien he is, but maybe elaborate for the audience at home?” Winn joked. “All I know is, as soon as he wakes up I’m not letting him get anywhere near this.”

He holds up his tablet, before pulling it close to his chest and crossing his arms over it protectively. “I just got this thing, I’m not about to risk it being hacked by some-“

“Hey, hey, we don’t even know if he is a Brainiac.” Alex said.

“That’s right, Indigo said that symbol signified the Coluans- that’s her people, Winn.” Kara answered.

“Duly noted.”

“So he could be anyone.”

“Yeah. But, all we know right now is that he’s comatose, but his vitals are stable, and his breathing is normal. And I’m going to be running more tests on him until he wakes up.”

“Good work, Agent Danvers.” J’onn said. “Keep monitoring his condition, he still could be dangerous.”

Kara wanted to sigh- but then again, she knew he was right.

“So what do you suggest we do? Lock him up until we know for sure?”

“No.” Kara said immediately.

“You don’t have the authority to make that call.”

“Yeah, but I found him, and who knows what he’s actually like?” Kara answered. “He could be lonely and scared, just like me, and regardless of the planet he’s from he deserves to be treated like our guest for now. Okay?”

Alex and J’onn looked at her for a long while, then back to the unconscious man, before relenting when they looked at Kara again.

“Very well.”

“Alright. But, sir-“ Alex said, focusing on J’onn. “I would request that Winn help with the investigation. We need someone to analyze the pod’s telemetry, and Winn does read Kryptonian.”

“I also read Coluan!” Winn pointed out. “Although for the ship itself, Kryptonian is more relevant. But hey, maybe if he wakes up and can’t speak English, I could talk to him for you?”

“We’ll talk about that when we get there.” J’onn answered. “But if you want to prove your worth, Mr. Schott, find out something my team of highly-trained alien experts can’t.”

“Challenge accepted.”

“Let’s go.” J’onn said, Alex and Winn following him out- with Winn extending a hand toward Kara as he did.

“We’ll figure it out, Kara, I promise.” He said, as Alex and Kara walked out together, though Kara couldn’t help but take one more look at the Coluan, and hope he would wake up soon.

“I just invited Superman to visit our mystery guest.” Kara answered. “Fair warning, he might be…”

Kara coughed.

“Just, you know. This may surprise you.”

“Understood.” Clark said, as he followed J’onn. Alex and Kara joined them in the room, just soon enough to see the shock on Clark’s face.

“He landed on Earth last night, in a Kryptonian pod.” Kara explained. “We don’t know who he is.”

Clark could hardly stop the smile that was growing on his face, as he turned to her and answered, “I do.”

“Wait, you- you what?”

The brakes on Kara’s train of thought came to a screeching halt, as she stared at her cousin, who had pulled up a chair beside the Coluan and was currently gently brushing his hair back, whispering in his ear.

“I don’t think he can hear you.”

“Yeah, I know, but… there’s always a possibility.” He answered. “He’ll be okay. Hopefully before I leave, he’ll be awake and I can say hello to him.”

“You haven’t even told us who he is!”

“You used a quantum scan to determine his age, right?”

Kara sighed.

“First thing we did.”

“And did you X-ray vision him for foreign objects, like a cybernetic data core?”

“Clark…”

“Just making sure.”

“Fine, yes. He has a data core- no duh.”

“But will you tell me-“

“Okay!” Winn said, strolling in. “So, my handy-dandy translator just decrypted the pod’s data log. But…”

“But what?”

“Part of the data is missing.” He answered, holding up his tablet with a visual aid on it. “The data starts after he passes through some kind of disruption… but that can’t be all of it.”

“It probably isn’t.” Clark answered. “But it might’ve been destroyed while passing through the disruption, or he additionally encrypted it to keep it secret.”

“That’s… very specific.” Winn said, looking at him suspiciously. “How would you know?”

“Well, just to get things out in the open- we were friends.”

“What?” Kara asked. “You, and a-“

“A Brainiac? Yes.” Clark said. “But I didn’t know that at the time. How do I explain… you’ve been in the Fortress of Solitude, right?”

“Yes…”

“Did you see a ring there? All gold, with an L on it?”

“Yeah, but…”

“That ring comes from the future. The 30th century, to be precise- although the last time I visited, it was the 31st. Those who wear it are part of a superhero team, called the Legion of Super-Heroes- and, not to give many more spoilers, but they were inspired by you and me.”

“What?”

“I know, but I’ve seen our statues- they’re pretty impressive.”

“Oh my god, you went to the future? We have statues?”

“Yeah, when I was first starting out as Superman- you know, just casual saving lives, hadn’t even put on the tights and underwear yet- the Legion came and found me, in Smallville.” Clark answered. “They took me to their headquarters, and I trained with them. Learned from them, as they’d learned from me. It was… one of the best experiences I’ve ever had in my life, and I’ll never forget it. Or…”

He looked down at the man again.

“Or him. Although, he’s a bit older than when I last saw him. Probably around your age, Kara.”

“So what’s his name?”

“Querl Dox.” Clark said, pronouncing it with care. “Brainiac 5- or, as his friends call him, Brainy. Which I did, because…”

“Right.” Kara answered.

“The others doubted me, at first. I didn’t exactly look like the Superman they so admired. But Brainy never stopped believing in me. We saved each other more times than I can count, and I know the whole Legion really helped me onto the path to becoming Superman, but Brainy… he’s my hero. And a good person. You can trust that he won’t hurt you, I promise.”

“Well, of course we can take your word for it.” Kara said.

“I should hope so.” Clark said. “Take care of him.”

“We will.”

“And if you have any questions, please ask.”

Winn looked down at Querl, before meeting Clark’s eyes again, nervously.

“Yeah. We will.”

“Alright then, I’ll leave him in your capable hands.” Clark said. “When he wakes up, let me know.”

“Will do.”

Kara sat by his bedside, after everything.

It was late at night, and Clark had already gone back to Metropolis, was already missing her. She was already missing him, too, but he eventually stopped texting, and she put her phone away to watch Querl as he slept.

“I know what it’s like to be a stranger on this planet.” She said. “Stranger to this time period, even. So when you wake up, I’ll be here for you. So you never know what it’s like to be alone.”

Suddenly, activity spiked on the monitors, and Querl sat up, breathing heavily.

#papa don't look #supergirl au #supergirl season 2 au #fanfics #rachel talks about stuff #gosh i don't know what brought this on #but i hope it's okay #title comes from 'undone' by ffh #full line is 'come undone surrender is stronger i don't need to be the hero tonight'#'we all want love we all want honor nobody wants to pay the asking price'#and refusing that and being the hero is probably brainy's defining thing #it might not fit immediately but still

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#TheFlash Season 5 Episode 21 "The Girl With the Red Lightning" Recap and Review

Thawne’s timer runs out. The guard comes in and tortures him and then brings in the instrument of his demise.

Orlon is in Grace’s head. He wants her to kill all metas, not just Central City’s.

Caitlin is giving a spiel about the atomizer. She’s missing something or she would have already completed her evil plan. They want to get ahead of her and release the cure to the public, but first they need a lot more of it and a place to distribute it. Joe and Cecile will talk to Singh about distributing it at CCPD. Sherloque is going to talk to Renee Adler.

The rest of them go watch Cisco test the mirror gun on the satellite core. It works, but they don’t know where the core goes. Is it bad form to say the mirror dimension from Doctor Strange? Anyway, Nora’s still acting weird, but she claims to be fine.

Joe and Cecile convince Singh. He leaves Joe in charge while he convinces the big whigs.

Sherloque talks to Renee and then Cicada shows up. Sherloque activates his distress signal and the team shows up. Cicada gets away because her psychic link with Nora gave her a heads up. It also activated Nora’s red lightning. Cicada stole a quantum tunnel converter. She means to use the dagger to super charge the atomizer. She still needs a hyper conduit, which they need to find before she does.

Sherloque and Renee talk. He doesn’t have a problem with her being a meta. He wants to help her.

Nora wants to use her psychic link with Grace to find her. Westallen is against it.

Joe is panicking, and after the news runs Iris’s story and people start flooding in, his panic gets worse.

Ralph is trying to figure out Thawne’s plan and everyone else is brushing him off. They want to know where a hyper conduit would be found in the future. According to Nora, Ollens Laboratory. Sebastian Ollens, as it turns out, was Cisco’s college roommate, and a bit of a slacker. This gives Cisco all the motivation he needs to find him. He has a warehouse with a bleeding edge hyper conduit.

Barry reaches the warehouse, only to find a bomb. Grace beat them to it.

She now has all she needs to not only kill all the metas in Central City, but the entire country. Ralph has a feeling that something isn’t right about this, but no one listens to him.

Nora has been eavesdropping and uses the device that Caitlin used to connect to Killer Frost to connect to Grace.

Sherloque brings Renee to an already overwhelmed Joe. Having this many scared metas in a building is a powder keg for disaster, especially with a non-meta in charge. Joe needs a minute. Renee leaves in the chaos.

Nora is spewing red lightning everywhere because this was a stupid plan. Barry manages to get the device off her head, which causes her to pass out.

Family Westallen talk in the infirmary. Nora claims to be less impulsive than she used to be and reminds Westallen and the audience that she is an adult. She’s going to try again. The only question is if her parents are going to help or not.

Cecile reminds Joe that he can do this. He’s the one that everyone goes to for advice. He knows his stuff. He just has to speak from the heart and stop overthinking everything.

Renee doesn’t want the cure. Sherloque does the mature thing and doesn’t make her take it. He does breach her to his Earth, and he promises to find her when he’s done.

Barry apologizes again, but this time Iris is with him. They’re going to put her in the Thawne trap to protect S.T.A.R. Labs from destruction.

Joe remembers himself and makes a speech that calms everyone down.

Nora is connected to Grace, but Grace can see her. They talk. Grace tries to make Nora angrier with her supervillain speech, but Grace actually acts like an adult and distances herself from Grace’s anger. She severs the connection and tells them that Grace is at CCPD. She’s exhausted so Barry insists that she stay. She finally agrees, but she gives them one more tidbit. Grace is going to use the powers at CCPD as a battery.

Killer Frost and Barry knock Grace out. Killer Frost freezes Cisco in with the atomizer and the dagger.

Cicada wakes up and tells them that she doesn’t need the dagger to kill them. She didn’t have it in the future.

Cisco needs a quantum computer to hack into the atomizer. Nora’s gauntlet has one.

Barry, Killer Frost, Ralph, and Joe hold off Cicada for as long as they can, but she eventually throws Barry through the ice barrier. She takes time to gloat and gives Cisco time to finish. Barry knocks her out and prepares to destroy the dagger.

Ralph connects the dots. Grace didn’t have the dagger in the future. Thawne’s plan is to destroy the dagger. In the future we see it dampening his powers. Ralph tries to stop Barry from destroying the dagger, and then…

Go Ralphie! Take out Nora, and this is a dang good episode! 8/10.

#TheFlash #Theflash #THeFLash #The Flash

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