I tried my hand at writing something for my Irken OC, Min. (it's only 1k words, so it's a short read)
I wanted to work out a scenario for her without having to draw out a whole comic. Hope you enjoy!
Feedback/Thoughts would be appreciated, and the bulk of the writing is under the read-more.
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On the way to Scout her next assigned sector of space, a galaxy or two over, Mins downtime was suddenly interrupted by the loud alert of an Irken Pak's automatic Emergency Signal. She quickly straightened up, accepting the responsibility of responding and opened the informational window on her console.
Hm. She may be the closest Irken to the signal, but that doesn't mean it would be a quick trip to get over to them. She was already 2 days out from her next Scouting sector, and going out to this injured Irken would triple that travel time.
Min didn't have a choice either way, and would just have to deal with the annoyance. On the upside, she was looking forward to hands on experience with the internals of a Pak again. The simulations get a bit repetitive, and she knew her own Pak inside and out.
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"Let me get this straight. A creature, native to this planet, got inside your pak and started messing with its internals?" Min asked, clarifying the rambling and nervous story that was just told to her over the past 15 minutes.
"Yes" the injured Irken in front of her replied, nodding his head. "That's exactly what happened."
"Squeeb's Pak hasn't functioned right since! The panels keep flashing red, and it's annoying" the remaining Irken, Floop, added in.
"And I have no energy. Can't even open my snack jar anymore!" Squeeb complained.
Min waited a beat for any more explanations, before finally trying to move things along.
"OK. Well, I'll need to get a look inside to figure out how bad the damage is. Do you have somewhere with better light?"
She could swear Squeeb's cheeks got a shade bluer as she spoke.
"Yes, yes! Of course. Just. Um. F-Follow me" stuttered Squeeb, getting up and leading Min towards their elevator, taking the pair deeper into the base, leaving Floop behind.
Was he giving her the Stink eye?
The elevator ride was a little awkward. Squeeb anxiously rubbing his arm as they descended. Maybe he was worried Min was going to break something and make things worse?
Before she could say anything to reassure her patient, they arrived to the right floor.
The two stepped out into a standard Irken medbay, Squeeb shuffling over and sitting on the swivel chair in the middle of the room. He did look a little more gaunt under the brighter lights.
Perhaps the Pak wasn't processing sugars correctly?
Only one way to find out.
"Hopefully this won't take long" Min reassured her patient, pulling up her own chair and adjusting the heights for optimal positioning.
Squeeb was tense, but he stiffened up even more as Min reached forward and opened up the panels of his Pak to get a look inside, letting out a nervous squeek.
"You don't have to worry, I know what I'm doing" Min told him, adjusting the magnification of her goggles and reaching into the Pak.
"I trained for a few years before my Assignment was changed to Scout, you know. I even worked under Spor--"
She cut herself off, too confused to continue her humble brag.
"You said a creature did this to you?"
"Yes, a creature. Why? Is something wrong? Is it bad? Oh God, it's bad isn't it?" her patient stressed.
"If a creature caused this" Min started, as she pulled something out of the confines of his Pak, "then how did a glove get back here?"
"He left his GLOVE in my PAK?" Squeeb exclaimed, shifting around in his chair and snatching it from Mins grasp. "How-- How stupid can he be!? How do you leave your GLOVE?!"
The quick shift had rotated her patient around fully, stopping Min from further access to her work.
He seemed to have forgotten she was in the room as he spoke to himself. That was, until Min wheeled closer, reaching to turn his chair back around. The moment he snapped back to reality, his face went bright blue. No question he was fully blushing now.
Squeeb clammed up again, quickly spinning back into position and hiding his embarrisment in one motion. "I-- I don't know how that got back there."
An obvious lie, but Min didn't want to challenge that right now.
"I just need to check the damage" she told him carefully, going back to poking around the complex machinary. "and look for anything else... Out of place."
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"It's Floops glove, ok?" the anxious irken explained, breaking the silence and shifting in his chair.
"He- He was being gentle, and didn't mean to break anything. I know messing with Pak's without any training is outlawed by the Control Brains but-"
Min had to remove her hands and stop what she was doing, lest she knock into something important as the chatty irken started talking with his hands.
"We're so far from Irk! We thought it would be fine, and if we were careful enough, nothing would go wrong! But nooo, of course it's not that easy. It started BEEPING and scared us both. Floop must have jolted and broken something in there." Squeeb continued, gripping and twisting the lone glove in his hand.
Min couldn't get a word in edgewise, even if she wanted to -- which she did. She wanted nothing more than to fix this guys Pak and flex her technician muscles. But it was impossible with the paks owner so worked up.
"And of course he swore it was fine, but I knew, I knew something must have happened. His glove probably got stuck between something and he just took it off instead of wiggling it fr--- AAAH!"
The endless complaining was finally stopped by Min as she put both hands in his Pak and clicked the release, detaching it from the Irkens back.
"What are you doing?" he gasped, his 10 minute life clock flashing across his vision.
Min wordlessly wheeled her chair over to the closest wall, pulling down a thick pipe and plugging it into the open holes in Squeebs back. The life clock disappeared as quickly as it arrived.
"You'll be fine, I just need to work on this in peace" Min told him dryly, getting up and carrying the pak carefully into the attached room. She probably needed to work on her bedside manner.
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been thinking more about castti regarding certain post-game stuff
throne edition because may be related
OCTOPATH TRAVELER II POST-GAME SPOILERS
The second section of her crossed paths with Ochette was super interesting but also like wow, the game really is going out of its way to get at Castti and as someone who loves her, yes give me more of the suffering
With the revelations from Ori's journal though, and how Claude specifically mentioned her at first and how Ori reported on her after the events of her story, it got me thinking a bit more. It just seems weird that out of all the travelers, Castti is the traveler who seemed have to deal with direct exposure to the Shadow herself (Hikari was born with the cursed blood and has had to deal with it his whole life but he overcomes it at the end) So it makes me think that Vide's followers might have actually been aiming for Castti specifically in the Crossed Paths section because of her ability to cure the Shadow (whatever that means???? maybe that cure she made had the power to revert the people who got transformed back???) since you explicitly have to beat Castti's story in order to get the next Crossed Paths which means that has to canonically happen first and Ori begins to keep stronger tabs on her. The scarier thing though is that it weren't for Ochette, they would have most likely succeeded in corrupting Castti too (which might also play a small part in how they managed to get Trousseau to their side but it sounds like he just needed a nudge to fall in line with their nihilism)
hmmmm more bad end au stuff I wanna write out now...
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