#he shoots dangerous purple lasers

[ruubesz-draws]

Shin Godzilla 2016

This is canon btw

it's why he shoots purple

[gay-robot-boyfriends]

What do you like the most about the bucket head (vava)? Share a headcanon about him to us

(Some art cuz the first thing i thought was "oh, Vile's not gonna like this" asdasaas) Oh man, where do I even begin! rubs hands together You guys have no idea how much I adore this manbot! I love everything about him, from his arrogant asshole personality to his design. The purple armour is my most favourite, but the others are growing on me.

Ohhh oh no i have so many headcanons! help!

Okay, first I'll share my canon HCs. In Maverick Hunter X, we see Vile being arrogant and rude, and he hates X for unknown reasons.

My HC is that Vile is annoyed by X's tendency to see the good in everyone, which I think makes Vile distrustful of him. X is also a rookie maverick hunter, but he has already been praised for being the father of all reploids, having infinite potential, and being a peacekeeper. I can see that ticking off Vile as well; he just sees X as any other reploid and isn't impressed, and over time, he grows to hate him.

The event of Maverick Hunter X takes place, and at the end, when Sigma finds Vile (who is dying), he asks him what he was hoping to achieve, to which Vile responds with: "…What did I plan to do? Thinking about it now, I'm not actually sure…" Sigma is not listening to him by that point he's calling for someone to come retrieve Vile. "I don't care what happens to this world… By defeating X, I've validated my own existence… and that's all that matters to me now. My name… is Vile… I … am… I…" Vile then dies or enters an emergency shutdown mode.

What he says at the end made me think he could have been redeemable in some way because his nonsensical ideas were motivated by the need for an objective (or validation) that he gave himself. I'm sure he was built exclusively for the purpose of fighting.

He has more than just his cannon, which can fire energy lasers and boomerang cutters; his entire body is a weapon. He has bombs, plasma weapons, and flamethrowers in his knees, bullets shooting out of his finger tips, removable armguards that allow him to fire missiles from his arms, and, if that isn't enough, he can projectile fire his entire fist and forearm.

Fighting and war are just what makes sense to him. It's what he's always done and known, and he's very good at blowing shit up. But if he had known more or been built differently (he has a malfunction in his robot brain), he could have been redeemable, and I love me a redeemable asshole villain.

OKAY! Let's get to the brain rot, HCs!

For Vile, three things make sense in life: drinking, fucking, and blowing shit up. He has a bar in his headquarters and can make killer drinks, but no one is aware of it! He keeps trophies and mementos from his favourite battles.

Outside of battle, he is actually pretty clean. His place is not messy at all. His cannons and other weapons are on display on the walls. They've all got names! Since he is also a weapons enthusiast, he sometimes disassembles them to clean and modify them, even if it is illegal, like disabling safety features or just making them more dangerous.

I just love the mental image of Vile alone in his headquarters with a drink, tinkering with one of his weapons or even his own body in some cases, given that some of his weaponry is internal. I don't think Vile can actually remove his armour to reveal a fleshy body, but I think he can detach it, revealing some of his inner workings and ammunition. It's how he reloads bombs, missiles, bullets, and fuel for his different flamethrowers.

I got more HC for my vilex bullshit, but I'll stop here! Sorry for the long response, but I love him so much I can't be normal about him!

[boots-with-the-fur-club]

Chapter 3 of These Are Not Our Masks!

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@that-0n3-shr00mi3-guy

@iobsesswaytoomuch

@sady-is-secretly-an-alchemist

@dluebirb

Raph and Leo snap back to attention at Draxum’s voice and arrival. He stands in front of a still open and glowing portal and has a look of pure disappointment on his face.

“You were supposed to collect your brothers and eliminate everyone else who stood in your way. Are you disobeying my orders!?”

Mikey holds onto Raph protectively.

“Yes they are! And nobody is going back with you!”

Draxum rolls his eyes.

“I should have made you all have some level of higher intelligence instead of putting it all in the purple one. This is not a situation where any of you have a choice.” His hand glows as he holds it out towards Raph and Leo.

The two of them scream out and hold onto their faces in pain.

Splinter steals one of Leo’s katanas and strikes at Draxum.

“You can not have them!

Draxum dodges.

“You fool, they were mine from the start! Now listen to my commands! Artemis! Atlas!”

Raph and Leo revert to their earlier behavior and go after both Mikey and Donnie.

“S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N! Release the nets!” Donnie commands.

“Here they come!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. shoots them out, getting both brothers caught and put to the floor.

They claw and thrash around which makes it clear the nets will not hold them for long. Another plan is needed, and fast.

“It’s a marvel what you’ve done with your limited resources. I’m sure you’ll make something better than this trash under my command.” Draxum waves his hand again.

Vines shoot up and around Donnie, completely surrounding him. A mask is held by several of them while others grab Donnie’s arms and legs.

The mask is smaller than the others, only being enough to cover his eyes. It’s metallic purple all across. There’s a goggle over one eyehole with two screws next to it’s top and bottom. The other side of the mask has gears and a geometric pattern around the eyehole.

If Donnie wasn’t in so much danger and didn’t know who it was from, he might actually be impressed.

He struggles heavily, also trying to bite the vines.

Splinter turns to help him but gets stopped by Draxum who he continues to fight with. Mikey pulls at the vines as much as he can. Every one he gets rid of has another pop up in its place.

“Donnie! BOOYAKASHA!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. gives out a battle cry and starts mowing down the vines.

Draxum notices while continuing his fight and moves some vines to grab the drone. He tears him to pieces, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N’s head dropping to the floor.

Donnie’s eyes widen as his heart absolutely shatters alongside his robotic son.

“No! S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N! I’m going to turn you into lamb chops, do you hear me Draxum!?”

“Save that attitude for humanity.”

The vines with the mask slams it onto Donnie’s face.

Everything starts falling apart almost immediately afterwards.

Raph and Leo escape their nets, barreling towards Mikey since he’s the only one left without a mask.

Donnie is finally released from the vines.

That proves to be a mistake.

His fingers twitch unnaturally as he types, but he still manages to use his wrist device. Lasers start firing all over the place from different directions.

Leo gets distracted from chasing the lights, Mikey vaguely remembers when they were little and that worked on him.

Raph gets distracted trying to stop Leo from burning himself.

Mikey grabs at Donnie’s hand and attempts to get him to safety.

Donnie doesn’t move any inch.

“Leave me. Don’t go anywhere obvious. Warn April before she gets here. I’m destroying my controls for the tank. Go.”

Mikey tears up and shakes his head.

“No! I’m not-!”

Donnie slaps Mikey across the face, leaving him completely shocked and with scratch marks on his cheek.

“Did I ask you!? Do you know how hard it is to even be talking to you!? Get father and leave! Leave! LEAVE!”

Mikey runs and grabs his father’s hand instead, pulling him along as they run.

“Purple! Red! Blue! No! I will save you from this! I swear!” Splinter insists.

“What are you doing!? You’re letting them get away! Do as I say, Artemis, Apollo, Atlas!” Draxum orders.

Donnie suddenly appears next to him, having moved so fast the sheepman could hardly react in time. The wrist device is grabbed and smashed against his face as hard as possible.

Draxum shouts and reels back in pain.

Donnie tackles him, scratching and biting relentlessly.

“Artemis! Atlas! Get him off me!“

Raph and Leo move back over. Raph wraps both arms around Donnie tightly, lifting him off the ground.

Leo cackles.

It’s unsure if it’s at Draxum or Donnie.

Draxum stands up and glares down at the snapping soft shell.

“How are you able to resist my commands this much?”

Donnie spits at him.

“How should I know why your shoddy work isn’t functional!? I’ll tear you into pieces-“

“Now I remember, you didn’t steal one of my weapons. You aren’t attuned to mystic energy like my other creations. I’ll just have to imbue more of my energy in your mask. A simple solution that will also serve as your punishment.” Draxum places his hand on the mask.

Donnie’s throat hurts from how loud he screams.

Draxum smiles.

Donnie eventually goes limp, head only held up by Draxum’s hand. It falls down when he moves it away.

“Atlas, release him.”

Raph let’s go.

Donnie fails to his knees.

“Apollo, are you ready to be of use now?” Draxum questions.

Donnie lifts his head.

“Yes, Baron Draxum.”

Draxum smiles widely.

“Then it’s time you fulfill your purpose.”

Splinter portaled himself and Mikey into the tank then tossed the katana outside the hatch. It probably has some kind of a tracker, knowing Draxum.

He closes the hatch and gets into the driver’s seat. His heart aches as he knows he’s taking Raph’s place, but he presses the button to open the garage door and speeds the tank out of there.

Mikey silently sobs while sitting in his seat. Donnie might have hurt him, but he was doing it to get him to just listen and go. Maybe if he had just done that Donnie wouldn’t have anything to feel bad about later.

Splinter drives so fast that he barely has time to stop when they see April about to open a manhole.

Mikey very quickly hops out and pulls her in before Splinter speeds off again. He clings to her as much as he can, soaking her shirt with his tears. April squeezes him and decides to ignore the fact that she’s going to need a new shirt.

“What happened? Donnie texted SOS! Why isn’t he here!? Wait, why aren’t Leo and Raph here either!?”

Splinter grips the arms of the chair tightly.

“They’ve all been taken and forced to work under Draxum.”

April’s face pales.

“They’re….no way….Mikey’s the only one left?”

Splinter nods solemnly.

“I’m afraid so. Donatello warned us not to go anywhere obvious. They will look for us at your home. I know somewhere else we can go.”

“And that is?”

“LEMONADE! Todd’s special lemonade for my gue-! Oh no! What happened to you!?” Todd sets the tray with cups and pitcher down on his table and rushes over to Mikey and April.

Mikey sniffles and let’s go of April just to open up his arms to Todd.

Todd whistles and an army of puppies come running to tackle Mikey to the ground. They lick at his face, taking away any tears on it. He moves his head a bit so they don’t lick his scratch.

“Thanks Todd, I really needed this.”

“Of course! Anything for my best friend! But I could help a lot more if I knew what happened!”

Mikey sadly tells the entire story, fully filling everyone present in.

April and Splinter look even more terrified. Neither of them knew exactly how bad it had gotten. Now they’re aware that might be entirely screwed.

“Donnie did that to you….?”

“H-He wouldn’t have done it if he could help it. Even with how hard it was to talk, he wanted me to remember to warn you, April.”

She feels a little choked up that Donnie used some of his last bits of sanity to worry about her. April rejected hanging out with them today in favor of spending some time relaxing with Mayhem. If she had been there, she could have done something.

No, no time to think about that. She’s here now and her pseudo brothers need her.

“We need a plan! We can’t just let Draxum use them like puppets! Splints, what are our options?”

“If this is what I believe it to be….then I am not sure….but I do know where I can get some information. That auction house must have some of my family scrolls since they continue to sell things from my time as Lou Jitsu.”

“Then we go looking! There’s no time to waste!”

“Y-Yeah, let’s go!” Mikey tries to sit up.

April gently pushes him back into the puppy pile.

“Sorry buddy. It’s better for you to be here where they won’t find you. Todd will protect you, right Todd?”

Todd rips off his shirt and shows off a surprisingly good physique.

“Nothing will get to my pal while I’m here!”

“Okay, I wasn’t expecting all that, but my point is proven.”

“But I want to help! Leo and Donnie….they both made sure I wasn’t taken….I have to repay the favor by helping fix them!” Mikey whines.

Splinter kneels down next to him and strokes his non hurt cheek.

“My son, you can repay the favor by staying safe like they wanted. If Draxum gets you as well, it’s truly over.”

Mikey leans into his dad’s hand and sighs.

“Okay….I’ll stay. Both of you be extra careful!”

“You’ve got it. We’ll be back!” April heads into the tank again.

Splinter kisses Mikey’s forehead and follows after her. The tank speeds off quickly.

Mikey sighs.

“Don’t be sad, friend. Let me get you patched up, then you can have some lemonade and we can cook together and play with the puppies! Doesn’t that sound fun?” Todd holds out his hand.

Mikey takes it, smiling softly.

“Yeah….it does. It would just be a lot more fun with my brothers.”

Todd helps him up and leads him to the first aid area of the puppy park.

“You can always come back with them after they’re okay again!”

“You’re right. And they will be okay again!”

“That’s the spirit! Do you want a Dalmatian or Golden Retriever bandaid?”

“Dalmatian please.”

April sits in Donnie’s seat as Splinter once again drives the tank.

“So….you said reaching out to them helps a little?”

“Not enough, but yes. Perhaps if they could stay away from Draxum for longer. It wouldn’t be an easy task.”

April thinks for a second.

“If Draxum wants the guys to rule the world for him or something, Donnie would need more parts. He also can’t work fast if he’s distracted so any place he goes to has to be somewhere he can be alone. I bet he’d go to the Purple Dragon’s lair!”

“Please do not tell me that you want to try to find him there. You have seen what happened to Orange, and he told us what Red did to Blue. They aren’t themselves. He won’t forgive himself if he hurts you either.”

“I won’t give him the chance! Besides, I’ve known the guys for years. They’ve got weaknesses even they don’t know about but I do. If anyone is going to get Donnie back, it’s me.”

Splinter sighs.

“Then you want to split up?”

“Yeah! You drop me off and go head to the auction house. I’ll calm Donnie down enough for you to use whatever you find, then he can help us get the other guys back!”

“You’re sure about this?”

“Of course I am. You know I’d do anything for them.”

“Then let’s save our boys.”

After getting the address from April, Splinter changes course to the hideout.

He hopes he doesn’t regret it.

[victorckk]

The ray gun is from one of Casimir’s other pieces, but here’s ref sheets for his weapons! Including some info on them.

Saturnians are only able to see shades and tints of red, yellow, and whites. Hence why most of Casimir’s belongings and weapons follow a pink -> off color whites scheme. The purple on his war hammer is perceived as a a muted pink for him.

His main outfit is a whole different story. To Casimir, his outfit looks like this whenever he looks at himself in the mirror.

Anyway I rambled again oops 💀 so here’s the information about his weapons.

The war hammer is called the Heart Throbber :

It is Casimir’s most dangerous (and popular) weapon. It’s made out of Neptunian Diamond underneath the cutesy exterior.

Casimir is the only one able to lift and use it despite its weight, but it’s not known how he’s able to.

His ray gun is called Cupid’s Arrow :

The lasers purposely shoot out heart-shaped, to throw Casimir’s enemies and rivals off guard. They may look cute, but they burn like hell.

The name is very unoriginal, yeah.

[scalproie]

ALSO I have been tagged... last week (I'm so sorry) by @kazamajun for wip wednesday and I finally have smth I'm comfortable sharing so. there we go.

Also I would like to tag... idk who currently has wips. @eldragon-x I think you do. @kazooyah you too (if you want to ofc). Anyone else tell me so I can tag you and also you are tagged anyway.

OK LET'S GO

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The fight was as fast as it was intense.

The King of Hell made the first move, absolute in might as ever, doubtless eager to finish it quickly, but his powerful strike never came into contact with the goddess' body: her palm met his fist halfway and she used his momentum against him, redirecting the blow and gracefully dodging out of the way, before grabbing his arm, dealing him a swift chop to his neck, bringing him to his knee with a well-placed kick, and slamming her elbow to the back of his head. Unrelenting, she then concluded the throw by tossing him overhead.

But as expected, it did nothing to keep Kazuya down for more than a second. A kick to get her away, and he got back up with a dangerous red gleam in his eyes.

She mainly focused on evasion and redirection, turning his strength back on him all while doing her best to avoid his attacks, as it was evident that he had immense destructive power on his side, and knew how to utilize it at his very core.

She could not espace every of his moves however, and the punch that followed an axe-kick of his hurt her more than from anything she ever faced before. It unfortunately wouldn't be the last blow that would breach her defenses.

The first electrically charged attack that hit her thorax had her stopped breathing momentarily, and at one point he got back at her by grabbing her leg and slamming the goddess to the ground.

She did not spend the whole fight evading or trying to, however, her fighting techniques were as refined as his were perfected. To hit her, he would need to reach her first, but she would hit her mark almost everytime, forcing him to block her blows.

He found no luck falling back on his other abilities either: pure white bird-shaped energy crashed into and nullified flying purple laser-shooting crystals more than once. Her light was on par with his demonic electricity, and she had him panting as much as he did her.

It was clear still that neither of them has ever faced such an fierce opponent before.

She knocked him out of his devil form eventually. A single contact of her light was usually all it took to purge all demonic energy of those from below; he, on the other hand, endured the full force of it fifteen times before a light-infused fist send him flying and purple scales dissipated from the King of Hell to reveal a humanoid form much more similar to her own.

That did not made him any weaker, or any less determined.

Eventually, they each dealt each other a killing blow.

True purifying light from her hand obliterated his demonic insides from behind his chest, while highly concentrated infernal electricity fired at point blank from his remaining third eye tore right through her stomach. Neither knew who delivered which first.

Both fell to the ground the same, in opposite directions, across of each other.

Both also knew that they would be dead soon. Well, as temporary as being dead was to a god.

The physical part of the fight ended, but the battle still wasn't over: the winner of this encounter would be decided by which of the two would see the other die first.

Everything was silent in the clearing save for the two gods' ragged breathing.

Already the woods were giving back to She who made them: small orbs of light emerging out of the spring, the trees, the plants and the grass, were making their way over to her, envelopping Jun's wounds in a warm embrace.

She forced her eyes to stay open to see the god on the other side, being reclaimed by the depths of the earth, tendrils of blood creeping up and dragging him down. With his last bout of strength he was clawing at the ground toward her, still glaring at her.

But was he? Jun looked deeper at the red eyes fixated on her before realizing they were in fact looking past her, pleading past her.

Not yet, not yet, not yet. Not again.

She was no longer the enemy he was fighting.

Without knowing why, on pure instinct perhaps, her hand extanded with the intent to reach him: in her exausted state, maybe her eyes no longer saw an adversary to defeat, but someone in need of help.

Her eyes closed on their own before they could meet his lifeless ones.

[beannary]

I had a dream that I was reading the next Little Prince update, and the boys were all in Donnie's room preparing to kidnap him in his sleep. But Donnie sensed the danger so without waking up he magically conjured a glowing purple laser gun and was 1000% prepared to shoot them.

But turns our Big Mama had a mystic alert thing on him cause this HAD HAPPENED BEFORE. He would be like 5 years old making machine guns so she had to put a tracker on him. Anyways, she busts into the room and starts trying to wake him up BUT HE JUST KEPT MAKING MORE GUNS IN HIS SLEEP

Then I spent about 2 hours upon waking whole heartedly believing that you actually posted that.

aksjdhfaksjhldf that would be so funny

that is not what is going to happen wait i already posted the pages where he gets kidnapped so you already know that but idk maybe there will be a kidnapping 2: electric boogaloo

also donnie in tlp doesnt actually have access to his ninpo at this point! so strange huh that the ninpo that is powered by familial love and connection is something that donnie doesnt have access to since he fears his mom and the punishments she doles out if he doesnt behave perfectly

[triforce-of-mischief]

[@batrogers requested 5; Hugging them tightly, telling them how worried you were]

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Hateno had thought that the Lightning Temple had been a pain to navigate, with random piles of sand hiding all the important things and gibdos sleeping in the shadows, but he almost missed the place now. Skyloft had introduced this dungeon as the Lanayru Mining Facility, but hadn’t been able to explain much else as he was busy clearing a path through knee-deep sand dunes. Minish, seeing Skyloft use his gust bellows, had brought out their own and was attempting to help without shooting sand in everyone’s faces. Hateno stood back with the rest, looking warily at their surroundings.

The Lightning Temple, at least, hadn’t been crawling with oversized robots.

They stood taller than even Prince, three round segments supporting a head with a single eye. They were inactive now, but Hateno didn’t doubt that they, like his guardians, would shoot lasers at trespassers. The central room they stood in was large, deadly silent, and Hateno couldn’t turn around without seeing another robot stationed on a walkway or in front of a door. He didn’t like it, but only Far seemed to agree.

Hateno looked around again, confirming that the young man was still hiding at the back of their group. Ordon was with him, while Rabbit watched Smith help in her own way by using a magic rod to form concentrated pillars of sand. The rest of the group were split between waiting or exploring, and Hateno spotted Chief among the latter. Having seen his reaction to the guardians, Hateno wasn’t surprised that his boyfriend had gone straight to the mysterious machines. He tried not to worry, telling himself that the robots were clearly unable to move. Some of the guardians had deceptively appeared to be the same, but Hateno trusted Skyloft’s complete lack of concern as his companions walked right up to them.

Skyloft turned off his gust bellows, giving himself a minute to breathe. Minish stopped as well, letting Skyloft lean on them for support. Skyloft stared at the nearest robot for a moment, then looked up to the golden cage suspended from the ceiling.

“Don’t touch any crystals,” Skyloft said, his hand absently going to the beetle bracer on his wrist. “They activate the beamos- they’ll try to kill you, and it’s hard to destroy them without getting hit.”

Hateno’s breath caught, and he frantically searched again for Chief. His boyfriend was investigating a robot- beamos- in the near corner of the room. Behind him, a glimmer of purple poked out of a pile of sand. Chief hadn’t noticed it yet, but if his attention slipped away from the beamos-

“Chief!” Hateno called, then muttered under his breath when his boyfriend was too entranced by the robot to hear. He walked as close to the beamos as he dared, then tried again. “Chief, come back, that’s dangerous.”

Chief gave him an annoyed look. “It’s corroded by centuries of inactivity and sand. The power source doesn’t even lead to anything anymore-”

“Love,” Hateno said, letting him hear the fear in his voice. “Don't mess with it, please.”

Chief sighed, then picked his way across the sand and back to Hateno. He glanced longingly at the beamos, but Hateno grabbed his arms and pulled him into a hug. He held him tight, the reminder that his boyfriend was safe, that the fatal flashes of light were all in his head.

“Hateno, I’m fine, there’s no chance of them reactivating,” Chief grumbled, though he was leaning into him.

“I’m just worried about you. I don’t want to see you hurt,” Hateno said quietly. “Sky says they can, and he knows this place better than we do. Let’s let him lead for now.”

[breezybangtanbebe]

💀Chapter 5 💀

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Like a swarm of angry hornets, a legion of snarling beasts crawl from a hole at the apex of the geode. Their bodies were as black as obsidian, elongated, and muscular like dragons as they scaled the ceiling like insects. Giant shards of amethyst continue to plummet from above, giving Megan and the captain every reason to seek cover in the nearest tunnel.

Megan is first to duck inside while the captain lingers at the entrance and pulls a silver disc from one of the many deep pockets of his cargo-style pants.

She watched him run his finger over its center before tossing it towards the crater. It coasts through the air like a flying saucer, dodging falling crystals effectively on its way to the middle of the gaping hole. Once there, a series of lasers extended from it, forming a complex grid of red beams that hovered over the purple diamond.

A group of sentinels crawling down the walls stop midway and leap toward the hole, disregarding the device as their only concern was the tantalizing heartbeat of Purpura's core.

However, once their bodies met the barrier formed by the lasers, they screeched as the heat sliced through their tough hide like knives through butter, sending splatters of neon-yellow blood in all directions.

From the tunnel, Megan grimaced at the gore before her eyes cut to the captain. He takes hold of the gun still in his hand, cocking it back once more until the red notches glow brightly to life. He then turns it around and offers it to Megan without hesitation. Her eyes immediately go wide.

"Whatchu want me to do with that??" she exclaims and the captain rolls his eyes impatiently.

"What do you think? I'd give you a sword but I don't think you want them getting that close to you," he responds hurriedly. Megan's eyes go even wider.

"YOU EXPECTING ME TO SHOOT IT OUT WITH THOSE BIG MUFUCKAS?!" she exclaims, a high-pitched squeal ripping through her as a giant shard hitting the ground shakes the tunnel. The captain barely reacts to the tremor, shaking the weapon towards Megan more urgently.

"Please. Stop acting like you've never seen or used a gun. I've been to Luminasia. Just take it."

"The fuck is that supposed to mean?" Megan's expression deadened but the captain wasn't entertaining her any longer than he had to. Forcibly handing her the gun, the captain proceeds to attempt to make contact with anyone on his team via his watch.

"Agent in command to Bangtan, the nest has been breached. I repeat THE NEST HAS BEEN BREACHED."

The harrowing screams of sentinels continue to echo throughout the geode as more and more dislodged shards shatter against the ground.

"The core is secure for now but the disc's field isn't going to hold them off very long.."

The tunnel shakes again, this time from the overflow of sentinels entering the geode. Their cacophony of ravenous snarls and screams is almost deafening now, forcing the captain to yell. Megan could hear them through the walls of the tunnel and her heart rate quickens.

The gun in her hand vibrates as if in reaction to the impending danger, pulling her eyes toward the swirling red matter that glowed in its chamber. While a part of her may have resented the captain's remark about the people of Luminasia and their familiarity with certain weapons, Megan couldn't deny the power she felt holding what she immediately knew to be a plasma blaster, a cutting-edge weapon that harnesses the power of superheated plasma to unleash devastating energy blasts on its targets.

It consists of a sleek, metallic body with intricate circuitry and advanced cooling systems to handle the intense heat generated by the plasma, while also being compact enough to wield in one hand.

When fired, it unleashes a beam of searing plasma that can melt through armor, shields, and even solid structures with ease.

The weapon is highly versatile, capable of firing rapid bursts of plasma for close-range combat or charging up a powerful shot for long-range engagements, sure to reduce these snarling beasts to vapor off of one hit.

The plasma blaster is also equipped with advanced targeting systems and smart ammunition technology, allowing users to lock onto multiple targets simultaneously and adjust the intensity and spread of the plasma blasts as needed.

Megan wasn't sure how to make it do all of that but she might have fired off one or two (or more) in her lifetime at a range, never to defend herself against hungry aliens though.

"NEAREST EVACUATION POINT IS IN THE SOUTH TUNNEL OF THE CENTRAL STATION! WAIT FOR US THERE AND READY THE GAS FOR DEPLOYMENT IN T-MINUS 8 MINUTES!" the captain concludes before unholstering a blaster identical to the one he'd given to Megan seconds prior. He quickly activates it, the telltale red glow being its indicator.

He then looked back at Megan, noting the way she was now holding the weapon as if she were prepared to use it with a lightened look of approval in his gaze as he nodded.

"READY TO RUN?"

Megan nods back, placing both hands on the blaster's handle. If she was afraid, her expression didn't show it and the captain didn't have time to question her.

"GOOD! STAY CLOSE TO ME! WE'RE GETTING OUT OF HERE!"

From that point, everything felt like a dream. Well, more like a nightmare.

The second they emerged from the tunnel, the captain's focus honed in on three things; the southbound tunnel on the far side of the geode that would lead them to their evacuation point, the amount of tumbling shards and scrambling sentinels ahead, and Megan at his side. She kept his pace surprisingly well, following a few strides behind him and matching his every move as he used his weapon to clear a path for them.

The plasma blaster emits a sharp, crackling sound as it fires, resembling the sizzle of electricity combined with a powerful burst of energy. The sound is intense and high-pitched, with a distinct futuristic and otherworldly quality to it. With precision, the caption lands head and body shots on anything crawling on four legs toward them.

At his left, he's somewhat surprised to find Megan shooting along with him. She's not as accurate as him, naturally, but she still knocked back several moving targets as they sprinted towards their exit.

The captain pauses shooting to quickly tap at his wrist, transmitting a command to the silver disc hovering over the core. It responds by initiating a countdown on its panel to self-destruct.

The captain picked up his pace, sparing Megan a glance to make sure she was still behind him before going back to firing.

"KEEP MOVING!" he yells to her and the two manage to evade being impaled and attacked the entire way to the waiting tunnel.

They ducked inside just as the sudden and violent release of energy, accompanied by a loud noise, heat, and pressure, filled the geode and bathed the swarm of screeching sentinels that weren't grated by lasers in hellfire.

Once inside the narrow passage leading out of the geode and away from the flames, Megan flinched at the sound of a sentinel she hadn't realized was so close slamming into the tunnel's entrance. The heat from the explosion blew in her face, as well as the rancid breath of the beast inches from where she stood. Thankfully, its body is too big to fit anything more than its arm and thrashing head as it releases a feral snarl at her.

She looks back with wide eyes, panting in shock at the way the sentinel face was nothing but an exposed serpentine skull that led down to a scaled body that shimmered even in the dark tunnel. Its haunting head encases frighteningly bright red eyes, a long whip-like tongue, and jagged teeth designed for cracking diamonds. It wretched and wailed in agony as it squirmed, possibly being burned as it clawed the air in an attempt to reach her.

Megan is frozen, never having seen anything like it, at least up close, and it takes the captain pulling her away to remind her they are on borrowed time.

After rushing through the tunnel of packed dirt and exposed pipes, the two reach their end at a partially constructed portion of the subway's central station.

Overturned scaffolding and piles of building materials scattered the half-placed tiles beneath their feet, and an eery silence welcomed them as they paused to catch their breath. More so Megan, the captain barely breaking a sweat during the mad dash. He regards her similarly to how Yoongi did before, perking a brow as Megan stood wide-legged, one hand on her hip while the one holding the blaster dangles at her side.

Slick leather-bound curves kept the captain's gaze on her as he dusted his arms, observing the way her hips swayed as she began to pace slowly.

Even after shooting it out with sentinels, escaping an explosion by a hair, and trudging through dirt, she still managed to look unharmed. Even her slicked-back ponytail remained intact, not a hair out of place.

He was impressed.

When their eyes met, Megan's brow knitted at the way the captain was looking at her blankly. If it weren't for that damned mask, she would at least be able to read his expression beyond his enigmatic gaze.

"What?" she mutters breathlessly. The captain blinks, immediately shaking his head.

"Nothing. I just knew you would know how to use that though. Good job.." he jokes while gesturing towards the plasma blaster in her hand, earning a cursed glare from Megan that makes him laugh. The sound is charming and youthful.

"Whatever..." she makes a playfully resentful face at him, huffing air into her lungs. She wasn't doubled over like the last time she had to run for her life, most likely due to the peaking adrenaline, but the burn in her chest was no less agitating as she spoke.

"So..that explosion. You don't seem too worried about the core.." she exhales, the captain getting the gist of her fragmented statement.

"That explosion wouldn't even put a scratch on it. Heat has little effect on a stone that is almost as hot as the nearest star. It would take well over 100 times more force for something that dense."

"But those things are strong enough to hurt it?" she stops pacing. The captain nods.

"Not a handful of them but a swarm like that definitely could. Their strength is in numbers."

Megan nodded in understanding, turning her head to observe the tunnel they'd just come from with a deep sigh.

"So..What now? We're safe?" she poses the question after a beat and the captain shakes his head again gravely.

"Not until we've reached the end of the south tunnel. I don't expect that blast to have taken out all of them. More will come. As I said, their strength is in numbers. So until we deploy the gas.." he pauses and Megan nods in understanding as she completes the thought.

"No one's safe. Got it. So which way to the.."

Her question is cut off just as the echoed roars and grossly familiar sound of heavy stomps shake the walls of the central station. Both of their heads go on a swivel, the captain lifting his weapon reflexively.

It starts from the east and then rumbles from the west, letting both of them know that the sound is coming from both sides.

They were surrounded.

"Shit! Here!" the captain whispers harshly to Megan before tossing her the blaster in his hand, now arming her with two. As expected, her eyes nearly pop out of her head.

"Wait.." she exhales in shock, but it's barely audible as the captain does a quick sweep of the area with keen eyes. He turns back to Megan, tilting his chin in the direction of an arched entrance several yards behind her.

"The south tunnel is 100 feet to your left but they're obviously coming from that way on both sides. We won't get there without being spotted so our only option is to run through them if we want to get out of here before the gas deploys."

Shortly after saying that, he reaches up to draw both long thick blades that were sheathed in an X behind his back. His knuckles rolled as he tightened his grasp on the handles, rotating them in preparation. The blades cut through the air with a swift whoosh, a testament to how sharp they must have been.

As if they were already onto them, the volume of the lurking creatures crescendo, making Megan flinch as her head whips in the direction of the sound.

For the first time since meeting her, fear colored her expression and something about it made the captain hypervigilant as he stepped towards her. He turns his body so that he's facing the mounting sound of heavy feet and hungry growls, keeping her in his peripheral.

"Hey.." he calls to her over his shoulder and Megan locks eyes with him, visibly afraid but alert.

"It'll be fine as long as you stay close to me," he utters all too calmly just as the first few sentinels round the corner. Sniffing the air and licking at their fleshless snouts, their hulking black bodies are damn near masked by the shadows. They're mostly given away by their haunting skulls for faces and glowing eyes.

Stalking forward and growling from deep in their guts, sentinels creep into the central station from the darkness, honing in on the two heated figures standing in the center.

The captain moves cautiously, still inching closer to where Megan stood frozen. Their backs touch and he can feel her trembling through his uniform.

"If you can, tell me how many you see on your side.." the captain nudged her gently to ensure she'd heard him. Megan hums in acknowledgment, her shaking hands tightening their grip on the two blasters in her grasp. She inhaled deeply, closing her eyes for only a second as she exhaled.

"Ok Megan, tighten up. You've faced scarier shit than this. This ain't the time to be shaking in yo mufuckn boots bitch!" her inner voice chastised her. With every careful breath, Megan felt the fear dissipate from her body slowly and her head lowered a fraction to do as the captain said. She counts them silently, mouthing each number as her sharpened gaze passes over each skeletal head growing bigger in the distance.

"5.." she exhales and the captain shifts his stance behind her, his swords cutting another windmill through the air.

"And 6 for me so 11 in total. Cool." He mutters, shuffling closer to her. Megan might not have realized it until then but when the captain moved, she followed and the two gradually shuffled towards the platform leading to their evacuation point. As they did, several of the hungry growls and hissing surrounding them grew louder as the sentinels closed in.

One of the beasts was now close enough for Megan to see a line of drool stretching from its permanently bared teeth.

Stealing one more look over his shoulder towards the tunnel, the captain steps around so that Megan is facing it more than he is, essentially placing himself between her and the sentinels.

He slides his foot back to lower his stance, locking eyes with a large-bodied opposer as it growled at him menacingly. The captain notes patches of charred flesh on the beast's arms and back, allowing him to assume it had barely made it out of the geode explosion unscathed.

Hence why it seemed so pissed.

The captain clenches his jaw beneath as he slowly lifts his wrist towards his other hand, tapping it to contact the ship.

"Captain speaking. We are near the south tunnel and currently surrounded by sentinels in the central station. What's the status of the evac portal?" He requests calmly, never taking his eyes off the growling sentinel leading the charge.

"We are approaching the southern entrance, Cap. Dropping portal in 60 seconds.."

Hoping for that ETA to be a few seconds sooner, that captain hisses his frustration.

"Heard..." he clenches his jaw, rolling one shoulder in preparation. Another threatening snarl pushed the captain back in ready mode.

"They're reactive, meaning they will immediately chase us if we run. So when I tell you to move, I want you to run as fast as you can towards that tunnel. I'll be right behind you. And be ready to use those. We have about 45 seconds. We make a move on my count, ok?" " he tacks on and Megan mutters her response of understanding.

"1.." the captain nearly whispers, sliding his foot back. His blades cut through the air again in a synced whoosh that offended the beasts, provoking them to snarl each time they fanned through the air in circles.

"...2..."

Megan lifts her arms, flexing her wingspan with a blaster aimed to the left and right, her back parallel to the captain's.

Whether she noticed it or not, with each backward step he took, Megan was shuffling forward. It was as if he was guiding her closer to where they needed to be while both keeping their attention on the threats.

Her breathing quickened the closer the sentinels became, her grip on her weapons tightening.

"...3.."

Heartbeat thumping in her ears, Megan had barely registered the captain's firm 'GO' before everything around her leaped into motion. Heavy feet trample toward them the second she lifts her foot to run and the captain's blades slice through the air in defense, wounding the first of the hoard bold enough to charge him.

He moves backward with agility, keeping up with Megan as she moves, utilizing the blasters in both hands to fend off snarling beasts that approach from the side, a few coming around to block the entrance of the south tunnel.

"No!"Megan yelps when one of them lurches forward, its jaw snapping at her wildly, forcing her back to collide with the captain. They share a look, locking eyes for a millisecond that felt much longer before she felt a strong arm wrap around her waist, whirling her around while he sliced through the sentinel's throat with one fell swoop with his blade. Since he was distracted handling Megan's aggressor, his opponents were rapidly advancing, and Megan immediately landed several kill shots with the plasma blasters in each hand. They were a dream team, acting as the planet's sole defense as more and more sentinels emerged from the shadows to close in on them.

The captain sets her down swiftly but their backs remain pressed together, him swinging his swords effortlessly and her shooting down one sentinel after another with a determined and sinister smirk on her alien blood-splattered face. The slain few twitched on the ground under the feet of others leaping over them. A few hesitated to keep attacking, having greatly underestimated this Borasian and his unexpected ally. Little by little, they made their way to the mouth of the tunnel but with too many pressing them.

"Shit! I..I don't think we can hold them off much longer!" Megan yelled over the captain's shoulder but he was already ahead of her. After driving his sword through a sputtering sentinel and withdrawing it forcefully, he uses his free hand to tap over the communication device on his wrist.

"JIN, GET US OUT OF HERE NOW" he barks.

Just then, a massive vessel zooms through the indigo sky, coming to a stop to hover over the metro's southern quadrant.

"Beam descending in 20 seconds. Haul ass, Cap!"

The response in his ear is registered just as a shrill shriek has him turning his head sharply to spot Megan being accosted by a sentinel, roaring viciously as it forces her back against the stone wall adjacent to the tunnel's Despite it knocking a blaster from her hand, she's able to use her forearm at it's throat to keep it from biting her. Thick saliva drips over Megan as she grits her teeth and turns her head while the monster gnashes and growls at her, inching closer to her face by the second.

Suddenly, a flash and vaporized blood splatter later and the sentinel's weight vanishes from Megan's arm as its headless body drops to the ground.

She barely had a second to blink before the captain, who was now wielding the weapon, rushed towards her.

"LETS GO!!" he commands, grabbing Megan by the hand and sprinting down the tunnel. She keeps up with him as they venture towards a growing beam of blue light that drops from a hole in the tunnel's ceiling. From behind them, several growls of fury and clambering footsteps follow closely in the shadows. At the sound, Megan attempts a look back but is thwarted by a sharp squeeze on her hand.

"Don't look back! Keep moving!" he yells and Megan does just that until they reach the beam. Once underneath it, the captain hands Megan her weapon and secures his arm around her waist, pressing her lush against his hard body.

"oop.." Megan mutters under her breath, oddly impressed by the hidden muscle underneath the captain's uniform.

"Hold on to me." he gruffs and just as wrapped her arms around him, as well as the very moment the hoard of sentinels reached them, they immediately teleported out of the tunnels in a blinding flash of white light.

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Koben's First Date (She's 35)

Arrived at the agreed upon meeting point at 18:55 hours: five minutes to perform a reconnaissance before the date begins. Three suns casting a long set of shadows and a dangerous ambient temperature for anything not covered by them. Single story bar, wrought out of sun baked clay, outer walls a solid imperial meter thick. Would diffuse a whole platoon of blaster rifle fire.

Still a dingy rathole at the edge of town, but it’s what my date picked out. I’ve only been staying here two weeks so it’s not like I know anywhere nicer. I’ve done breach and clears on scummier places, so just coming here to relax should be easy!

Wearing my best suit of armor, picked out my most flattering helmet, and polished the outfit well enough to blind anyone who points a glowrod at me. I look good, I feel good: I can do this. Just walk through that front door and-

There’s half a dozen blaster pistols pointed at me. ‘What the hell’s a trooper doing here?!’ one of them’s asking. I figured the purple stripes and the mismatched helmet would be a flagrant enough violation of Imperial Dress Armor Maintenance Protocol to get the point across that I’m no longer officially Empire affiliated, but some people just don’t read their manuals I suppose.

My hands are by my side, I’m playing it cool. Don’t kill six people before sitting down, that’s coming on too strong.

‘Oh, uhh, don’t mind me! Just here on a date, was gonna sit down in that empty booth and-’

A blaster pistol pokes me in the side as I walk by. Killing one or two of these guys will probably get the point across, that’s a justifiable use of force in a naval court. I take a survey of the room: angles, positions, battery grades. Their guns are barely stronger than stunners, I could take at least three solid hits before the heat sinks start to fail – it’d ruin the polish though.

Okay just break this guy’s arm and use him as a shield to get the point across. Here. We.

‘Hey Buckethead, you got credits?’ The bartender! He seems amenable; this place is a hole in the wall so losing these scumbags would probably put him out of business. Turn to look at him, nod slowly, reach for my credit pouch even more so.

‘Good. You thirsty?’ Nod again. I scheduled this date to align precisely with my dietary schedule, so I plan to have one and a half glasses of water and a nutritionally complete meal. Ample spending for a single patron.

‘Then whoever shoots you pays your tab.’ The blasters recede back into cloaks and shoddy holsters. Sit down at the booth without further incident, good progress so far. Don’t remember any of my old squad-mates mentioning shootouts in their date stories. Face the door so I can keep an eye out for her.

She’s a few minutes late. Within acceptable standard deviation, not worth a reprimand. Even if it was I’d let it slide, because standing in the front doorway she’s just about the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.

Coral pink skin draped over legs built like tree trunks – waging a war of attrition against a pair of work pants eligible for veteran’s benefits, and winning it by the look of the tears. Cushion around the midsection: serving double duty as protection and a calorie reserve for long bouts of physical labour. Arms poking out of a sleeveless, tastefully sun bleached off white work shirt that look like they could heft up a laser cannon. Years of desert dust had taken up the venerable work of sculpting her a strong, hardy jawline that could come out the other end of a brawl with no more than a bruise. All this topped off with a half dozen shoulder length Nautolan head tentacles.

I didn’t even know women could look like that – they definitely can’t while adhering to Imperial Diet and Dress Guidelines – but I’m glad she does. Her deep black eyes are on me. I’m glad to be wearing a helmet, just now noticing my jaw dropped while I was looking her up and down.

They’re off me again. She’s looking around the bar. Oh shit, right, I’m in full armor. Wave her down. She’s pointing at herself incredulously. Nod, but don’t nod so hard I look desperate. Alright that worked. I never got sent on information gathering missions, so I don’t have any training for how to seduce a woman, but all the guys used to say just be yourself and act natural.

‘H-hi’ Terrible. Cracked, warbling voice, trembling like a schoolchild. Clear your throat, pretend this is a debrief with a particularly informal officer, and try again.

‘Hey! Brayli, right?’ ‘Yeah, you’re Koben?’ That husky drawl is just about making my knees buckle, really glad I decided to meet her sitting down. Her voice is bouncing around in my helmet like a concussion grenade bounces shockwaves around a cockpit.

‘Do you mind if I take this thing off?’ Point at the helmet to make sure she doesn’t think you’re some kind of exhibitionist freak. She’s nodding, good. Don’t put it on the table that’s weird and intimidating. The seat next to you is good, that’s normal, put it there.

She’s smirking now, oh no why’s she doing that, she’s making fun of me, now that there’s nothing keeping her from reading my face it’s written on me like a bounty poster how nervous I am.

‘Not sure why you bother wearing that, cute thing like you.’ Oh, I understand now, she’s forward. Really forward. Can’t keep the nervous laughter inside, but she seems to be liking it. Adrenal responses involve an up front surge and level off with time, take the conversation somewhere less stimulating and circle back around for another pass later.

‘I kept it this way by wearing the thing – an old squad-mate of mine took his off and took a blaster shot, looked like someone had smashed a tomato with a hammer.’ Why. Why did you say that. That’s weird, nobody knows what a smashed tomato looks like and nobody wants to know that it looks a lot like a blown open face.

Wait no never mind she’s laughing I’m doing great – mental note maybe this woman is dangerous – laugh too so you don’t look like a commando droid with synthskin draped over it. We’re having idle conversation, it’s progressing naturally. Keep talking.

‘That outfit looks practical, what do you need it for?’ She’s looking down at it, now back to me. ‘Speeder mechanic. I would’ve wore some nicer clothes, but I don’t own any.’ Another little laugh. She laughs a lot, it’s really pretty. I’d ask her to spend the rest of the night just laughing at nothing but that’s weird so I won’t. I’m already laughing too, I didn’t even need to remember.

‘Yeah I know what you mean. My closet’s this and a subcycle’s worth of identical underarmor.’ Too far, you were doing great but you were riding a thin line and now she knows you live like a soldier who has nothing else to offer – no wait another laugh she’s fine you’re fine it’s fine everything’s fine.

‘Well, it’s a very nice suit of armor. Maybe you can let me take a closer look some time.’ I’m pretty sure that was flirty, don’t be standoffish and professional about this. ‘You can take a look now!’ I’ll show her my gauntlet: it’s the smallest piece which makes people think it’s the least important but actually an incredible degree of engineering goes into all the microservos: nobody ever thinks unpowered armor needs microservos because you can move it just with your hands, but actually they’re there to subtly compensate for recoil. Normal Stormtrooper armor doesn’t have it, and in test environments where Purge and Storm troopers swapped armor it was found to reduce deviation by up to five degrees and increase hit probability by as much as fifteen percent. Why am I bothering to remember this; she’s a civilian speeder mechanic she doesn’t care about any of this.

She’s running her fingers along my hand. I know I’m not feeling her body heat because the suit is weather proofed, but it feels like she’s leaving lingering embers trailing along my skin. But not searing it like how the inquisition sears flesh with their lightsabers to torture dissidents, it’s more like the gentle warmth of a blaster barrel after a just slightly too long burst. It’s nice.

Her mouth furrows into a frown for the first time of the night. Why, what’s wrong, what’d I do, can she tell everything that these gauntlets have ever done? Is she a secret jedi? Does she feel them around her windpipe crushing the life out of her and her son is beating on the leg of my armor for me to stop but he’s so weak and I’m so much stronger and then there’s a crack and she falls limp and I walk away, leaving a scar that won’t ever heal in her son’s heart until he joins a resistance cell and I end up shooting him stone dead in the street?

‘It looks like this microservo’s a little out of tune.’

Oh. Well that’s fine. ‘Maybe you could tune it up for me some time?’ I didn’t even think that one through, but she’s smiling about it, so I guess we have something in common. She’s letting my hand rest on top of hers after giving it a complete once over. I know I should probably pull it back, but this is nice. Just a few more seconds. One. Two. Three. No more, it’s time to move on to something else.

‘So, what’re you doing for work now that the Empire finally let you go?’ Don’t correct her by saying I deserted. There’s a lot of things not to have said tonight, and I’m already safely past most of them, but don’t say that one specifically the most. Followup thing not to say: don’t tell her I’m a bounty killer. Definitely don’t mention that I’m specifically a bounty killer and not a bounty hunter because there’s an active bounty out on me and the only work I could get was the illegal version. Don’t lie to her, because that’s almost as bad as all those other things, but stretch the truth until it ends up somewhere respectable.

‘Freelance security work. Protecting transports and merchant caravans.’ Not a lie! Sometimes I end up guarding a dummy caravan as bait until the target shows up. She looks impressed. I’m out of things I can reasonably say, how do I follow this up. Drinks!

Yeah, get drinks, showcase my poison honed constitution, that’ll be really impressive! My inquisitor used to microdose me on common toxins to build up a resistance to ambushes and subterfuge. Whatever watered down swill a place like this can offer will be easy!

Speaking of, it’s been a long day. This place serve anything strong?’ Another little chuckle. I’m starting to savor every one of them. ‘Hey Glixnee, get us a couple snakebites.’ Oh, the mess hall used to serve those. Not really what I’d call strong, but out here I guess something recognizable is as good as I can hope for. The bartender is making the drinks and he’s bringing us the drinks and the drinks are here and this is the single most revolting substance that has ever entered my digestive system.

Poisons are usually engineered to be subtle, but this is just making no secret of how awful it is. She’s sipping at it with no trouble like it’s a glass of water. I think if I try that I’ll throw up. All of it, right now. It feels like molten slag going down, but it’s gone. Now I can dilute it over the night. She’s laughing again.

‘Wow, hope you’ve got a synth liver.’ My body feels like it’s unspooling, but my limbs still move so I guess I’m fine. ‘Whaddyu meen?’ That didn’t come out right. Try again, still wrong. She’s laughing the hardest she has all night. I’d chug a gallon of this expired swill if it kept making her laugh harder.

‘You know you just downed a glass of snake venom, right? You’re supposed to sip on it over the night, let it attack you in small waves and fight it off for a light buzz. It takes three hours to drink one dose safely without an enhanced toxin filter.’ I’m sliding down the bench. The lights just got a lot brighter and her voice is so loud now, she’s talking so slowly too. My mouth tastes like I licked the ashes out of the barrel of my blaster rifle, but other than that I feel gooooood. ‘Ooooh. Yaaaay.’

I’m having a great time halfway to the floor, giggling and drooling and now I can’t move my face any more so I guess I’m gonna rest in a pool of it for a little bit. She’s saying something to the bartender but my ears are ringing like one of the guys pranked me with a flashbang so I don’t really know what it is they’re saying. Oh now she’s picking me up, she’s giving me a hug, hooray! Oh she’s holding my mouth open, are we having a kiss now?

The bartender’s coming over, when’d he join our date? Get him out of here, I wanna flail my arms at him to get him out of here but they don’t wanna move for me, little treacherous bastards. He’s pouring something down my throat and it tastes even worse than the venom somehow and he’s carrying me away. Goodbye everybody at the bar! I want to wave but my arms are still mutinying so a little happy wheeze will do.

I’m kicking my legs and having fun with the ride and now I’m in a bathroom stall. I don’t really need to use the bathroom and now my tummy’s turning itself inside out and I’m purging the toxins from my system, coughing and retching as it burns even worse on the way up than it did on the way down.

The world’s coming back into focus and I’m mostly over whatever the hell that was but still reeling from the exertion, only dimly aware he’s talking to me. I’m looking up at him, and he’s laughing, but obviously at me and not with me like Brayli does. ‘Gotta admit I don’t see folks try that one too often. Wanted to look tough for your date?’

I’m being reprimanded, a role I’m a lot more familiar with. He’s talking again now that I’ve managed an embarrassed nod. ‘Well you put on a great show. I’ll go tell ‘em to settle down before you come back out, but hell: I’m not even gonna charge you for this.’ His apron has a lot more pockets than I expected, and that ever so slightly glowing blue vial is singing a siren’s song of relief to me right now.

‘I got most of it out, but not enough for it not to kill me, and this is the antidote?’ ‘Good guess. This a hobby of yours or something?’ It’s the least objectionable thing I’ve had to drink tonight, even factoring in the lumps. Splash some cold water on my face, swish my mouth out from the tap, and I’m feeling close enough to fine to go back out. I shouldn’t keep her waiting.

There’s a couple sets of eyes on me right now, but the only ones I care about are hers. They’re locked onto me and I’m not even forcing the little smile I can feel forming. ‘Hey. Guess a snakebite’s a little different around here than an Imperial canteen.’ We’re laughing it off together. It’s been a very nice change of pace to be laughed with instead of at.

‘Holy shit she’s got flesh and blood after all! Here I was thinking you’d found the last commando droid abandoned on the assembly line and dressed it up in a layer of synthskin so you could pretend anyone liked you!’

I could kill him, easily. He’s obviously drunk, so his reflexes are shot, and he’s a gangly little son of a bitch anyway. One of those chitinous species’ that don’t give in gradually to force, I’d get a nice satisfying crunch all at once. Put the helmet on so he can’t even hope for a glass to the face to save him, snuff the life out of his stupid compound eyes, reveal that I’m nothing more than a cold blooded killer, scar her for life. Forget it.

She’s giving me another smile, but this one’s forced. I had to study the way faces contort once during counterspy training and this one’s fake. Without another word she’s up, and then he’s down. One good right hook to the side of the head and – holy hell it bounced off the counter! Normally when you knock someone out cold they just slump over like a sack of meat and go through oxygen deprivation and die, but he might not even get the chance. By the Emperor I think I just swallowed my tongue. No, still feel it. Definitely made me jump in my seat a little, which even a proton torpedo across the view screen doesn’t make me do any more. I was infatuated before, but now I’m in love.

I’m still staring as she sits down, but now I’m worried that she’s mistaking how attracted I am for concern, or worse: judgment. Clear my throat, blink, put my face back on right. ‘Relax, his bug juice coagulates quickly. He’ll be fine.’ I’ll take her word for it. Not quite sure if I’m disappointed, but the swirling torrent of toxin hangover and flustered lust are definitely calling for some fresh air.

‘Hey, if it’s alright, do you maybe want to get out of here?’ ‘Please.’ We’re up, the helmet’s back on, my credit purse is a little heavier – my last job could only pay me in thousands so the barkeep had to break change – and we’re outside. I never thought I’d want to fill my lungs with this dry, dusty air but my head’s already starting to empty out.

‘Well, I should call a speeder. I had a great time though, if you wanted to swap comm frequencies I’d love to keep in touch.’ Unreserved, unabashed, not desperate, not apologetic, no promises to do better. I didn’t even know talking to someone could be like this. She’s giggling. It’s fine, she giggles a lot. I’m not in trouble.

‘I can give you a lift.’ She’s pointing at a land speeder. At least, the rough silhouette of a land speeder. More like a cobbled together pile of parts that failed routine inspection. Any requisition officer would scrap it, maybe even have it melted down and recast to be on the safe side, but if she’s a mechanic then I’m sure it runs. Can’t exactly say it looks out of place around here.

We’re in the speeder together. It’s cramped. Her thighs are laying siege to the unyielding plate of my suit. There’s no room for me to put it if I were to take it off. This suit’s the one thing that’s never failed or betrayed me over the years, but I’m half tempted to dump it out the side just so it could be my skin she’s pressed up against. I’ll settle for putting my helmet on the floor.

My place is a long way out of town. Little whitewashed clay hut in the middle of nowhere, an inconspicuous blip not worth paying any attention to. Suits my needs perfectly, but it’s a long trip. I always take a speeder halfway then march for half an hour just so there’s nobody who could trace my location.

We’re stopped. ‘Engine trouble?’ She’s shaking her head and pointing over my shoulder. ‘Just wanted to take in the sunset for a few minutes.’ Oh wow, that’s worth stopping for. The three suns look beautiful over the dunes; their usual oppressive hues are fading into a cool pink. Glittering and sparkling and reflected a million million fold over the sand. I’ve never seen anything like it.

Her weight just shifted onto me. The speeder is on the ground, so no danger of capsizing. I’ve seen other troopers use this maneuver before: put my arm around her shoulder. We’re sitting silently, just watching the suns disappear over the horizon. It’s nice.

The minutes pass, and the suns retreat with them. I’m looking into those fathomless black eyes of hers, completely devoid of texture and depth. I’d love to be lost in them forever. The speeder starts up more easily than the first time, and we’re off across the dunes again.

I can’t invite her in, she can’t even get line of sight to my place. Damn it! I clear my throat at the crest of a dune. Good enough visibility, I can find my way back home. ‘You can let me out here. I like the exercise.’ Not the whole truth, but not a stretch either: I always appreciated long marches.

Getting out is a modest challenge with the speeder still running, but I can manage. She’s waving me off, I’m returning the gesture. ‘Not quite the night I was expecting, but one I wouldn’t mind following up on. Call me tomorrow?’ I’m nodding, we’re both waving, she’s driving off, I’m walking alone with my helmet under my shoulder and a chill creeping across my face. Those last two solve each other.

Lots of time to think on the march. Think about what I am, think about what I used to be. Child slave, orphan, Naval Academy star pupil. Storm trooper, Purge trooper, assassin. Deserter, bounty killer. Happy. I was happy tonight. Maybe a little of those other things, but mostly that. I hope I can be happy again soon.

[artichokefunction]

you are sitting behind the counter at your parents stall, and you are very, very bored. as far as you're concerned, you're old enough to explore the convention on your own, and normally your parents would let you, but according to them this specific one is too dangerous, all criminals and stuff. whatever. you have your tablet, but you aren't playing games on it cuz it's on low power mode and you're saving the battery cuz you're smart. this means that you have nothing to do, other then watch the people that walk by. some of them stop to look at the weird guns on the table and argue with your dad about prices, and that is boring, like usual.

you see a person with red and black hair and a purple shirt, arguing with a person with yellow hair and a green coat. the first one tries to stop and look at your dads stall, but the second one pulls them away, towards the wall and into a closed room. you don't see what's in the room, they shut the door too quick. you see a person in a very shiny dress, and she sees you too, and she makes a face like you smell. you do not smell, you took a bath yesterday, so she's probably just mean. you stick your tongue out at her as she walks away, but she doesn't see it, because she is walking away. lame. you see a person wearing all blue and white, walking a robot dog. that is VERY cool and you want to go see the robot dog and ask if you can pet it but your dad stops you. lame. the dog is gone now, anyway. there's a big crowd of people all trying to move in different directions, it looks very busy and stressful, actually. you're not going to say that out loud, you're cool and brave and could totally go by yourself if your dad let you. there are lots of augmented people here, you learned that word recently. one person has robot legs on top of their human legs. one person has a whole robot arm. one person has red eyes that look like they can shoot lasers out of them, and a big face mask. they look cool. they look scared, actually. they're signing [lost] over and over. you think they're trying to find someone. you stare at them, and soon they stare back at you.

[lost?]

their face goes all funny when they see you sign. probably no one else here knows hands, that's true in most places. but talking out loud is hard and annoying, you like hands better. the laser person comes up to the stall, but they don't talk to your dad, they talk to you. this is new, and not boring at all, it's exciting.

[i'm looking for my friend, i lost her. big crowd]

[what does she look like?]

[purple top, red and black braids. we match for today]

[i saw her! walked by earlier, went into that door over there] and they're right, they do match. black clothing and red eyes, same color as the black and red hair. they must be best friends, to match like that. one time you matched outfits with your best friend for a school trip to a farm, you wore a shirt with a chicken on it and he wore a shirt with a cow on it. you both got very muddy that day. it was fun. the laser person is saying thank you, but you interrupt them with a question.

[do your eyes shoot lasers?]

they make another funny face at that, they do that a lot.

[no, i can't shoot lasers. but do you want to see what i can do?]

[yes!!!]

they pull up their sleeve, and open a little box stuck into their arm. three bullets come out, one by one, like a printer.

[i can make these]

you are leaning onto the counter to get a better look, this is incredibly cool. you reach out to grab one, and then remember that taking stuff without asking is rude. but before you ask, they give the bullets to you anyway.

[here. payment, for help. goodbye]

[goodbye! thank you!]

you take the bullets and roll them around in your hands, they are all shiny and smooth and new. the laser person who does not shoot lasers walks away into the crowd, towards the room with their friend in it. your dad says that your parent will be here in an hour, and that you can go home after that. you still have time to maybe see other cool people, so you don't think you will be bored while you wait. the bullets clink together as you put them in your pocket.

-

the showroom door slams open, and your agent is on the other side. it makes a beeline for you as soon as it sees you, and takes up a position just next to you so it can complain at you.

[i LOST you. where did you go. who is this. when can we leave]

[this is billy asterix, he's the one who made your jaw. you probably remember him?]

it makes a face that indicates that it very much does remember him. billy is loud and strange and rather tiring to talk to, but his prosthetics are some of the best on the market at the moment so you put up with him dragging you around to the various places he stores his products.

[And here's the secret agent! We've been talking about you quite a bit. You still have that old jaw prosthetic, right? Right. I have some better models for you to take a look at, come over here, c'mon. This one is designed for subtlety and functionality, it emulates organic bone so the skin can grow overtop it! Makes things like talking that much easier! What do you think?]

it scowls, obvious even with the mask covering most of its face, and just in case that wasn't clear enough it shakes its head vigorously.

[Alright, alright, fine. You're not interested in talking, I get it. Well, I don't get it, but no matter. I also have this one, it might appeal to you more. Look at this, retractable tusks! You can deploy these big boys whenever you want, and they're not just for decoration, they have some serious bite force to them! I could lose a finger to these if I wasn't careful, but you know i'm always careful, you know, you know. What do you think?]

it looks at you, clearly interested but deferring to your judgment, so you ask the question billy always avoids.

[whats the cost?]

[Oh, well, now, its normally 2 million, but just for you i'll give it to you for 1 and a half. How's that?]

[half a million]

[Aw come now, ms grenade, you'll put me out of business! 1.3 million.]

you've played this game before, you'll be able to get it down to a good price. the agent has wandered off to look at the other things in this showroom, you'll probably be sold some more of it shortly. while you negotiate the price down towards, ideally, 800k, the agent pokes at a shiny and showy prosthetic hand, testing its grip strength by wrapping it around its own. it interlocks the fingers, and then shifts its grip to press its thumb against the shiny plating around the knuckles. evidently coming to the conclusion that it doesn't want the new hand, it moves on to a piece of intricate metal twists that looks entirely decorative. this catches the asterix's attention.

[I am so glad you noticed that, it's a new jewellery design I'm currently testing out! Hand carved and finished by me, by hand, of course. All my goods are top quality, I would never sell you anything less then the best. Would you like to try it on?]

it takes the twist of metal off the stand, and then abruptly turns to you. you weren't expecting that. it beckons for you to lean down a bit and you do. with gentle hands, it loops the dramatic swoops at either end of the thing around your ears, and the cool metal settles against your nose bridge in a way that is surprisingly nice. billy has brought up a mirror, naturally, and you can see the way it ends in little heart shapes framing your eyes. the agent is staring intently at you.

[looks nice on you] it says, gaze fixed on your face, just below your eyes. you feel your cheeks warm.

billy says, in a low, somewhat conspiratorial voice, [I can give you the jaw and the facepiece for 820k. Special deal, just for you. What do you say?] he is grinning like this is the cutest thing he's ever fucking seen, but he's tactfully chosen not to voice any of his thoughts in that vein. you feel yourself blushing even more. [you have yourself a deal, sir! i'll forward you the money now, and then we'll be on our way.] your agent has moved back to the showroom door and is bouncing on its heels, waiting for you to wrap things up here so it can explore the convention properly, with you.

[refried-ghost]

My thoughts after taking notes on The Nightmare Begins pt 1 (cause I've been pausing and replaying parts like crazy)

The Tallest. Most of this is for before Zim shows up.

Red wants to be the center of attention and likely prepared and practiced his speech many times before The Great Assigning. Like dude's a showman of sorts. Putting his all into the event. Comes out the gate waving both arms at the crowd nearly fully focused on them. (Purple begins with waving one hand, but uses it to hide a smile, until Red elbows him.) Sure he loses steam a couple times, but he picks it back up.

Purple gives him looks ranging from annoyed to neutral when Red cuts him off or gets infront of him. But shows a general willingness to step back.

Red's constantly shooting annoyed looks at Purple whenever he speaks to the invaders or the crowd, but faces him all of twice when they're talking to each other until Zim shows up.

Like most of the time Purple talks it's to Red and he's facing directly at him. When he's talking to someone else he's facing them. Purple also has a tendency to lean down more when he's talking to smallers directly.

The first time Red faces him is immediately after he get shot in the eye by a laser and only for a second. Red looks so smug after the crowds roaring cheer. That could be cause he sees that as him being proven right, from being the only one getting their attention while Purple's on the ground, or likely a combination of the two. Second time, it's "Oh, now, that's just sad." In reference to Skoodge.

Also I think Red's got a bigger somewhat unconscious issue with smallers. Like Purple is more of a bitch about it, but Red's the first to comment or swap things because of height. They both look impressed with those who grew, Red slightly more so, and they both look disappointed with Skoodge when he shows up.

"Could you get any shorter?!" Honestly seems like Purple's annoyed Skoodge didn't grow. Like the "You should have tried harder!" Disappointment. Live up to your Tallest's expectations. Though it is definitely somewhat of an attack. Skoodge looks Red for help, who without an ounce of hesitation gives Skoodge Blorch with a smile on his face, ends the Great Assigning and tells everyone about the nachos.

Sure, Purple talks about how small, how tiny Zim is, but it literally the final argument either bring up to get him to give up. And this time he's not even that mean about it. He's just hammering it in, cause Zim just can't seem to understand what their saying, what they're trying to get him to do. He's stating a fact with no room for argument. A fact that likely carries a lot of weight on irk. That Zim is actively ignoring in this instance.

I think despite having far less patience for him (in comparison to Red), Purple finds his Zim's drive and desire to be an Invader admirable, despite his clear annoyance. He gives him the smallest smile after the "Gimme!" as Zim hugs his sandwich, before Red get his attention. And he looked very annoyed with him before that. But that's not saying I think Purple likes him. I think he like the characteristics itself.

We also have the "You should have tried harder!" To the soldiers in the crowd. That could be a few things, maybe he's annoyed there weren't more tallers that qualified to be invaders, maybe it was just general disappointment with them, maybe it was a condescending jab, but I'd like to think it a mix of all that with him wanting to see them striving to be their best. To have that drive. So long as it doesn't threat his position of course.

Which brings us to his interjection of "Not quite as superior as us of course!" whilst looking super pleased with himself I feel was partially him stroking his ego, reinforcing that to everyone else, and not wanting people to take Red saying that out of context. Like that is a very dangerous thing for Red to say in Purple's eyes. Though Red thinks it goes without saying cause of their height.

Purple's got the ego and a thing for eye contact. Red's an attention whore. I love them both so much.

The height thing and seeing Purple as more paranoid then Red could be my biases though.

Couple notes for Skoodge too.

He sees their disappointment and it hurts immediately. I honestly don't think the tears were from the thought of getting assigned to Blorch. He knew it was coming he was the last invader, that was the last planet and it was the first one shown. I think it was from how the Tallest treated him after proving himself to that point.

Like they chose him to be an invader. It wasn't the control brains. It was "Standing behind us, however are the soldiers we've chosen for Operation Impending Doom II!" The control brains got a pool of potential invaders, but I fully believe the Tallest chose them. And then they just treat him like that. That's gotta hurt. Especially when you get to look at a drawing of yourself surrounded by the enemy afterwards.

He also backs up from Zim like he's dangerous and he totally is, but I think the bigger danger there for Skoodge would be Zim talking to him like they're friends. Unlikely to happens on Zim end, but it probably would have fucked Skoodge's already not great view in the Tallest's eyes.

I will continue later.

[thatoneshortieho]

Mami Katsuyō, Hero name: Shooting Star - was born with a purple-ish blue skin tone, big gray eyes and deep-blue hair. Needing glasses at an early age due to her incredibly poor eyesight - dangerously close to being legally blind, Mami certainly stood out. Her family was well known and very well off, the Katsuyō name being a wealthy line. Mami’s parents were no different, and Mami grew up in a life of luxury.

Her skin tone and eyes were inherited from her mother, and her hair color from her father. Her father tells her that she was the blue-st child he had ever seen. Her father’s Quirk was Light Eyes, letting him create a beam of light from his eyes. Her mother had Hyper Beam, a Laser-based Quirk in which she could fire a laser from her mouth by screaming. Her mother was not-so-affectionately known as The Blue Banshee. 

Mami loved watching Heroes fighting on TV, as it was some of the few times she could see the world outside her family’s mansion. Mami was home schooled and was only ever allowed to be within the confines of the family’s Great Garden, where she’d sometimes see a green woman tending to the flowers. Mami had once tried to sneak out but her mother caught her and had to drag her to the open view of the hills behind the house so that nothing would break as she was yelling at Mami for being ungrateful and careless. 

As such, Mami never had friends, and never met other kids. The only people she would meet were family friends or business partners. She did however meet another child, she’d only spoken with him once. It was late summer and their hired Gardener had brought her son with her that day to help with the Great Garden. Mami’s parents were skeptical at first but Mami watched from behind the bushes as the boy - about the same age as her - stuck his hands in the dirt where lilies had just been planted, and saw as they grew and grew in size until they were taller than even her parents. Her father seemed amazed at this as the child retracted his hands from the dirt and walked away with a sway as if he suddenly got dizzy.

As he walked past, Mami asked with a quiet stutter if he was okay, the boy looked spooked, as if he hadn’t seen her blue hair behind the bushes. He stumbled a bit over his words before he gave up and gave her a thumbs up, saying “I Ok!” and wandering off toward the water hose. Since then, whenever the Gardener comes, Mami intently watches from the window of her room to see the green boy again.

Mami developed her Quirk a bit later than most children - at the age of six - which heavily worried her parents. But later that worry landed on what her Quirk became. One day, Mami had come to her parents, complaining about a heavy migraine, and just as her father was about to call a doctor, a bright laser shot out from Mami’s eyes and shattered both her glasses and the window behind her father, Mami, who couldn’t see what was happening, she could only feel an itching in her eyes as this was happening and hearing her father scream at her to “Shut your fucking eyes, child!” Terrified, Mami forced her eyes shut, pressing her hands over them hard.

When her father told her to open them, she refused initially but he kept insisting - rather aggressively - so she opened her eyes, yet she still couldn’t see, not because of her glasses breaking, but because she was now completely blind. She started crying and after a while, her limited vision came back. Her father got an expert to make new glasses that could take the lasers without breaking, paying a fee which for any other family may have been unrealistic.

Mami was traumatized from this event, not only from the way her father had yelled at her - it was usually her mother who would do that - but from the fact that she had no idea what even happened. Later she was told about what had happened by one of the maids who had seen the event in question. She calmly explained to Mami how that must have been her Quirk, and that she found no surprise in it taking so long to manifest, considering its strength. Mami hated her Quirk and blamed herself for “Allowing it to happen”, while the maid tried assuring her that Mami didn’t know that it was gonna happen, that it wasn’t her fault. It had simply been a poor timing on the Quirks' part.

Her father approached her one day while she was taking a math exam prepared for her by her homeschooler - and he told her he had signed her up for the UA Entrance Exam. Mami was upset that he had not asked her first but a small part of her was excited since it would mean she would meet other people her age. Her father told her that he had hired the best Quirk Development Trainer he could find and left the two to train until the day of the Exam. 

During the Entrance Exam, Mami thought she saw a familiar green color enter with her. As the first robot came she tried the rapid fire that the Quirk Development Trainer had taught her. She kept her back to the walls around her and only looked up as to not accidentally hit another participant. Due to her Quirks’ nature, she’s left blind each time for several seconds at a time. She had to try to gauge her surrounding participants’ locations as to not hit them as well as listen when are where she believes the next robot to be. 

After the end of the Exam she’s left with a heavy headache for several days and a letter telling her she got enough Villain Points to be accepted into Class 1A at UA.

[laalaaisqueen]

Rewrite of the Cure AU-Chapter 5: Run Away

Tinky Winky shakes as he moves forward towards the noise, he was already scared out of his wits, but when he saw a familiar Teletubby, he was about to have a heart attack.

Three unknown Tubbies were pointing guns at poor Dipsy, he runs much to Unit’s displeasure since the purple Teletubby was the only one keeping Po under control.

He knows he’s not supposed to interact with strangers, its bad enough he’s picked up two of them, but Dipsy is in danger!

“STOP!” Tears stung his eyes as he picks up the downed Tele in his arms, despite the wincing Dipsy did. He turns his body so that if they shoot, it’ll hit his body and not Dipsy.

Of course he didn’t want to get hurt, but he would rather it be him than any of his friends.

One of them squints his brown eyes at him. “Who the hell even are all of you?”

Tinky frowns and gives him a wary look. Dipsy stares down at his chainsaw.

He didn’t appreciate his tone nor his words. He’s the one holding a gosh dang weapon! He shuts his eyes and deeply exhales.

“I should be asking that, you’re the ones holding guns!” Tinky manages his best glare. “If Dipsy did something wrong, you shouldn’t resort to violence!”

“Ugh, you talk like a character from a toddler show.” The middle blue Tubby scoffs.

“He ran in here holding the chainsaw.” The blue female gestured at the chainsaw with her gun.

Tinky frowns again.

“If it makes you feel better,” the tallest one smiles uneasily, “we shot at him in self defense-”

“YOU SHOT HIM?!”

“How is that supposed to make him feel better?” She tried speaking over the purple Teletubby’s and Ron’s yelling.

“I thought he already knew.”

“WHY WOULD YOU EVER SHOOT A PERSON?!”

“He’s a chainsaw weirdo! You can legally shoot weirdos-”

“That is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard!”

Tobby’s ears flick, catching an odd ticking noise.

He aims his gun up when he spots something tall and red.

“Waitwaitwait! Don’t do that!” Something whiteish jumps and waves his arms. “We need to contact the military.”

Tinky Winky deeply inhales then exhales. “We don’t have time to stand here and fight, Dipsy and Po are my friends, I won’t let them hurt anyone.”

Dipsy pouts.

They hesitantly but slowly lower their guns.

He stares at the chainsaw. “Can someone carry this, Dipsy can’t use it right now.”

“Hey! It’s my chainsaw Tinky!”

The blue female lifts it up. “I’ll do it.”

Dipsy squirmed and complained then whined on how much his body hurts. Tinky tried to reason with him while Ron rolls his eyes, tapping his shoe impatiently.

Po knocks the hat off Guardian’s head.

“Hey!”

“Right. Why didn’t I think of that?” Tinky bends down to pick up the hat and plop it on the stubborn Teletubby’s head.

Dipsy huffs, but he does calm down.

“Fine, let’s go send the dumb signal to the Sun military.” Ron grumps.

“Hey, he’s going to be just as happy to hear from you.” Jeron tried soothing his brother.

Tinky looks around with interest as he follows the workers down to the communications room. Dipsy just leans his head against the taller’s shoulder, honestly bored out of his goddamn mind.

Ron begins hurriedly typing, after swiping his card to let everyone in, sneaking paranoid glances at Po and Guardian the whole time.

Send goddamn help there is a weirdo ticking tall thing with scythes out of its shoulders and a cliché chainsaw weirdo and a dumb fluffy weirdo

what

It was the quickest response Lenny’s staff has ever sent.

Just send over helicopters!

Why is THIS an emergency.

Did you miss my scythes part of the message

This sounds like a waste of my time but fine if it’ll make you shut up.

“So do we go back the way we came?” Tinky tried his best to ignore his thoughts on how he shouldn’t be talking to these Teletubbies.

“We have to shut off the lasers.” Ron grunts, dragging his feet as he heads back up.

Guardian glances at Po then at Tinky, unsure if he should point out how her appearance is starting to alter again.

Ron swears this better be the last time he swipes his card. He took five steps into the laser control room and stopped in his tracks.

“What in the world?” He murmured, more confused than anything.

Tinky Winky curiously panned his gaze forward, he had been busy checking on Dipsy and staring at the walls, and felt his blood run cold. If he wasn’t carrying him, he would have probably begin trying to shrink himself out of existence.

Dipsy squinted his eyes angrily while Guardian and Po raised confused eyebrows. The red mutated Teletubby only had one thought on the matter.

How and why the fuck is Noo-Noo here??

The half Tele looked away from what he was doing when he heard the beeping noise, which was doing something to a familiar figure propped against a wall. Dipsy scowled recognizing the form of Announcer.

“Okay, nope, I don’t care I’m shot, put me down, I’m going to knock him into next Friday!” He kicks his legs, clenching his jaw in a mix of pain and anger.

This caused the opposite effect. Tinky tightened his hold rather than loosen it.

Noo-Noo looked over the group before turning his attention to the powered down half robot. “Well, Well, I’m disappointed yet impressed on how quickly you broke so many rules.”

Even though Tinky expected it, he still is upset to hear Noo-Noo say that he’s disappointed. There’s no excuse nor reason in the book to get out of this.

He left beyond their home even though he knew it wasn’t allowed.

He went out after dark, knowing that bad things happen in the dark.

He spoke to strangers knowing that he shouldn’t talk to anyone he doesn’t know. And now he is surrounded by them.

Announcer suddenly pushed himself up bringing everyone out of the tense air. Noo-Noo got off his knee and stepped to the side.

“Enough of that though, I trust next time I see you, you’ll be making better good decisions.”

Ron narrows his eyes suspiciously at the taller half robot in the room, was this manic adding a gun on this one?

Dipsy was startled to feel Tinky visibly flinch. He didn’t have much time to recover since this is when Announcer started shooting at them.

He managed to get low to the ground in time. “Um, uh, D...Dipsy maybe you stay here...while...while I try to get him to stop shooting.”

The purple Teletubby shakily gets up and dodges the shots, circling to behind Announcer.

Dipsy is able to keep him in a sitting position and eyes the chainsaw.

Gina doesn’t even look at him. “No.”

“Asshole.” Dipsy huffs.

“Maybe we can just shoot at the tubby looking parts?” Ron tightly gripped his gun as he ducked with Tobby.

“You kill Announcer and I’ll rip you apart, clean out your corpse and use it as a sleeping bag!” The green Teletubby somehow had heard Ron, his snarl was not really threatening, but the threat was creepy.

Even more so when the distorted red Teletubby emitted a hoarse giggle. As if it was funny.

Guardian was huddled in a corner, unclear if he was actually scared or just freaking out.

To be honest, Tinky isn’t sure what to do. He’s worried someone was going to kill Announcer. He’s never had to force a half robot to shut down. He’s not even sure on why he seems to be unaware of the taller’s presence behind him.

Ron clenches his jaw and refuses to check on what the ripping sounds and bone snapping noises were.

Dipsy wrinkles his nose in Po’s direction. “We get it, you have cool transformations, can you like shut up now?”

She makes a high pitch crackling noise before emitting a sharp shriek as she clumsily rushes forwards towards the shooting half bot.

Ron noticed the huge shadow, and the next second he’s looking up and nearly screamed at what this thing just turned into. He lost grip of his gun.

“RON! This is not the time!” Tobby was on edge too but no excuse to drop your only defense.

Po’s unsteady on her new six legs. She lets out another shrill scream to get the confused Teletubby’s attention.

Tinky covered his ears but looked over, he seemed like he was about to comment on her bigger appearance, but she points to her shoulder then at him.

He looks at his own shoulder.

His bag?

Fighting through the hesitation, he smacks Announcer’s head with his handbag.

He lets out a strange pained noise before falling forward. Po had to back up a few steps, which resulted in more panicking behind her, so his body didn’t hit hers.

“...W...Why are you a spider now?” Tinky’s honestly confused on why Po had been transforming on their journey here. Is there something really wrong with the custards? Why is this happening to them?

Po shrugs.

Tobby makes his way over to the computers since Ron was still frozen from the shock.

Tinky shakily walks over to Dipsy.

He glances at Announcer. “Whose going to help Announcer up?”

The purple Tubby tries his best to blink back tears. “Maybe Po can carry him out?”

“Then how is show off giant spider supposed to get out?”

“Um...she might have to destroy this place on her way out.”

“WHAT?!” Ron finally snapped back to reality.

“There’s no other way.” Tinky sighs, his ears slightly dropping. He grabs Dipsy’s arm to pull him back up. “Umm, I’ll see you outside Po, make sure you don’t accidentally hurt him.”

She nods once, lowering her body while the three other workers forced Ron to leave the room.

“How are you guys just fine with that thing destroying our station?!”

“The military is going to be calling you a liar if they don’t see the red Teletubby.” Jeron simply said.

“Stop calling her a thing!” Tinky Winky snaps at him.

There’s a tense silence as they make their way out, *Guardian surprisingly has been quiet. At least he’s stopped parroting the same thing over and over.

Dipsy tips his hat slightly to shield his eyes from the sun. “Hey did you happen to see Laa-Laa anywhere.”

Tinky winces. “Yeah...about that-” He’s interrupted by a faint sound of maybe the helicopters.

At the same time, Ron jumps nearly out of his skin when the station behind them explodes into flames.

“PO! I said to be careful with Announcer!”

They had to duck to avoid getting hit of the mess Po was causing in her attempts to get out. They didn’t even realize the help had arrived until a female voice spoke.

“Damn, if only Robin was here to see this.”

Ron grunts, his ears pinning back as he glares at the pink soldier.

She pans her green gaze up as a certain someone emerges from the wreck. Tinky emits a sigh of relief seeing that Announcer didn’t get hurt by the flames.

“Where’s the weird ticking thing?” She doesn’t seem fazed nor scared at Po’s huge appearance.

“It turned into a fucking big ass spider.” Ron huffs.

“Stop calling her an ‘it’! She has pronouns!” If Tinky wasn’t holding Dipsy, he would have been going on the attack on Ron.

With his bag.

“I would advise not wasting your time and energy on him.” An indigo Teletubby steps off the second helicopter.

Tinky and Dipsy did a double take at him. He was basically the same height as the purple Tubby, they always thought Tinky Winky was the only Tele that could be so tall.

He suspected he had also never seen someone as tall as him either when he raised a single eyebrow at him. But then switched his attention to the huge problem in the room.

“...I see.” ...Despite the fact no one said anything else.

A black tall Teletubby stepped out after him, carrying a case.

He twitches his ears then looks towards her.

“Why are you here? I don’t need to explain this in person!” Ron scowls, folding his arms.

Lenny spares a looks at Ron then he stares back at the black Tubby.

She is more than happy to hit Ron upside the head.

“OW! What the fuck?”

“We’re not here for you, you freaking man whore. We’re here to cure the spider.”

The lab coat wearing male makes a strange noise, Guardian could only guess it maybe was supposed to be a laugh of some sort.

Tinky tilts his head to the side. “Cure?”

“I can only safely assume she wasn’t always a spider?”

“So you’ll make her small again?” Dipsy speaks up, smugly grinning at Po’s eyes, now six, glaring at him.

“And how are you going to do that?” Ron grumbles.

“We’ll just need to do a blood test for future medication.”

The black Tele opens the case revealing some kinds of equipment while Tinky settles his red gaze on Guardian.

“See, I told you, they need blood samples, not CUSTARD samples.”

Guardian pouts in response.

“We’ll need your wrist so you’ll have to either put him down or maybe shift him to your other arm.”

“Like baby?” Po’s voice came out hoarse, it makes her furrow her brows.

You know what, being a spider sucks now. She hopes this cure will make her cute high pitch voice come back.

“Uh, sure.” The indigo tubby shrugs a bit.

While they insert something into Po’s wrist to put it in a small tube, the pink Tele from before has something out, she holds it towards the ruined building and a light flashes from it.

“Are you taking a picture?!” Ron yells while Tobby fails to repress a laugh.

“Yeah? So what?”

“Worst day of my life.”

Tinky and Dipsy roll their eyes. Oh shut up.

“Alright, you can give her the cup now.” The tall male turns his back, pulling his goggles over his eyes as he studies the blood.

The black Tele runs to the helicopter and pulls out a small cooler, opens it and takes out a tiny cop. She walks back over. “Okay, this should turn you back to normal.”

Po didn’t want to accidentally spill it so she carefully set Announcer’s limp body on the ground, ignoring Dipsy’s squinty glare. Awkwardly balances the cup in her claws hands, she didn’t know what would happen when she drank it, but intense pain shooting through her whole body wasn’t what she expected to happen.

Tinky panicked, hearing her shrill scream. This time it was from pain. The indigo Tele spun around, shock on his features while everyone else cover their ears. A cloud of purple smoke nearly blinded them.

Po pushed herself on her knees when most of the pain subsided.

“...My sincere apologies, I had no idea it was going to hurt her.” The male spoke before Tinky could go feral on him.

She looks over her body and it seemed to have worked, though she had no idea what he was going to use her blood for.

He looks at Dipsy. “Why have you been carrying him?”

Tinky side glares at Ron. “Because a certain someone shot his legs.”

“It wasn’t just me!”

“No one asked Ron.” He looks back at him. “The bullets should probably get removed before we give him the cure.”

Tinky frowns. “Why?”

“The cure is pointless if he dies before it can take affect.” He shoves his gloved hands into the pockets of his coat. “How bad is the infection affecting you.”

“...I don’t really feel any different.”

“Then I suppose all you probably need at the moment is a blood test.”

“...Right...Right now?” Tinky didn’t really want to get pricked by a needle.

“Of course not, it’s not urgent right now.”

“What about Laa-Laa?” Dipsy waves his arm, nearly knocking his hat off.

“Strange name.” He looks a bit suspicious for a few moments before focusing again. “What is her status?”

Violent. Unit signed repeatedly until everyone noticed.

“How violent?” He questions, raising his eyebrow.

Unit nearly could cry in relief at meeting other people who fucking know sign language.

She will not be listening to reason.

“We’ll have to deal with that matter on a future date then.”

Tinky sighs, ears drooping. He understood but he was still sad they would to be leaving Laa-Laa behind.

“What’s up with cyborg?” A few other soldiers were peeking at Announcer from the first helicopter.

“He was trying to shoot us, but it’s Noo-Noo’s fault, a lil worried he’ll wake up and try to kill us again-” Dipsy is cut off.

“Okay, that is a lot to unpack, unpack it back at the base, it’s unwise to stay here for so long.”

With that, everyone began hurrying to the copters. After Tinky got Dipsy settled in a seat, ignoring his pouty grumbling, Po pulled on his shirt.

“Hey, hey, enough of holding Dipsy, hold me.”

Tinky laughed a bit despite the situation.

Anne glances at the scowling Ron. “Do we have to bring Ron with us?”

“Excuse me?!”

Dutch ignores their conversation, too distracted by the limp half robot.

“Calm down your highness, we’ll protect you.” If Conor could do it easily, he’d be smirking at Dutch’s glare.

“Shut up.

Once they were in the air, Anne spotted something very interesting. The kind of interesting that she hoped would be shaking up the base.

What looked like to be a bunch of tiny Teletubbies were climbing the hills, they didn’t seem to have any arms. They then began screeching loudly.

“That doesn’t look good.” She heard Lenny mutter.

“What are you talking about? Exciting shooting times ahead of us!” She chirps, her tail MAYBE was wagging a bit.

“What?! You can’t shoot something that sounds like a baby!”

[furibotgd]

Indi had watched the whole scene unfold with growing horror, watched the insane woman inexplicably merge with the giant centipede beast, becoming the third, maybe second most horrifying thing he'd ever seen at least.

But being the bold, brave space pirate he was he definitely did not need a change of pants.

He watched the kids fleeing on their dragons and yelped when lasers zipped from the monster's hands, wincing when the younger girl was hit.

"Okayyyy one second."

He turned and zipped towards the entrance of the enormous laser hole from earlier, popping out the top like a frantic purple comet.

"HEY SO" He yelled, looking around for anyone of note and spotting his cousin looking like a spooked cat on top of a building, also seeing him right back.

"ITS CRAZY DOWN THERE! Some insane freak of a woman just merged with a massive centipede thing and its shooting lasers at the kids! Also the catboy is chained and they're trying to free him! Any help would be GREAT THANKS"

He turned and zipped back down into the hole, hoping he could help, but very nervous about the situation.

What the space snot am I supposed to do about a crazy bug demon?? I'm not a magic guy I'm a space guy!!

Indigo looked suddenly much more concerned, knowing his kid and the girl riding her were being shot at and in very immediate danger. Scoot...

He was tempted to leave where he'd mowed down several platoons of men and was taking a moment to breathe to go help, but he stayed put for now.

Desecration [Pt 9]

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The scout, having had his senses barraged, reached out for Sav as he remained hunched down on the floor. He was able to grip what he hoped was his arm, wiping the sweat off his brow as he caught his breath. Seeing the gargantuan monstrosity before him, Vox felt his stomach drop - Kendra and Jin were likely still in the air, as were the Felman children.

Once the ash and dust settled around them, he turned to have his hopes confirmed; Liam was sitting where he had been before. With his ears still ringing from the piercing, shrill cry of what could barely be considered the Grand Illuminar, he kept a low profile and quickly moved to his son, careful to avoid the chains that bound him to the tomb.

"Hey bud, you good? Are you hurt?" Vox's voice was raspy and strained, clearly feeling the weight of the day alongside his desperate pleas just moments earlier. "We gotta get you out of here. I'm not leaving you here, don't worry."

[fandomgirl800]

Hey how are you going? I was wondering if I could request a Dhawan!master x reader where the master and the reader are imprisoned together while handcuffed to each other with the master's handcuffs.

Locked 

(Dhawan!Master x Reader) 

Warnings: Grammatical Errors, Swearing, Canon typical danger, Master and (Y/n) will argue a lot but it's for the purposes of story

Word Count: 2748

Summary: Master wants to get revenge on someone for stealing from him. (Y/n) is not happy with the idea and it goes wrong.

(The story is happening before the episode timeless child. This story is starting with a bunch of flashbacks.)

(A/n): Hello, I'm great! Thank you for sending the request, I hope you'll like the result, sorry it took so long. Have an amazing day! 😄🌻

"Doctor no! I can't!" you yelled. Behind the doors next to you was hord of Daleks. The doors were the only thing that protected you. "Doctor!"

...

"You see (Y/n)? Everything is alright! Everybody lives!" Doctor smiled and hugged you. You were still too scared and nervous to realize that you didn't hug her back, just stared at Yaz, Ryan and Graham celebrating the victory. Few minutes ago, you nearly died.

...

"I promise you (Y/n), you'll be safe," Doctor gave you an assurance.

...

"This is O," the Doctor smiled.

"I'm O."

"Agent O? Nice to meet you," you made a polite smile, shaking hands with him.

"Just O is fine… I'm not an agent anymore…" he said.

"Oh! Sorry, I- Sorry…" you stuttered. Thankfully he just shrugged it off.

...

"I never asked, what's your name?" O asked curiously, pouring you a hot tea he made into the nice orange cup.

"It's (Y/n)," you took the warm cup and thanked him.

"Is the tea good?" he asked, worrying.

You nodded and smiled.

...

Barton's party more bored you than anything else, thankfully O was near to accompany you. Only when you chased Barton on the motorcycles, it turned out to be quite dangerous.

...

You yelled, nearly falling down from the motorcycle, when the sharp bullet came through your shoulder, it was heavily bleeding. O was behind you, holding you to assure you won't fall down.

"It's okay, I won't let you fall. Don't kill us, human," you heard in your head. It sounded like O's voice.

...

In the plane, you held your shoulder, hoping it would stop bleeding soon. Turns out that O wasn't really O, but some guy called the Master. You couldn't care less.

Maybe it was just the wound on your shoulder but you weren't even surprised. Master seemed to be kind of annoyed with your lack of surprise.

One moment a plane was falling down, the other, you were standing on the beach safely.

...

Reunion with the Doctor and 'fam' as Doctor affectionately called her travel buddies, wasn't going as smoothly. You felt like they didn't trusted you enough.

...

"Only one of you two can live," Doctor said sadly into the radio. You glanced on the other side of the room where Yaz was holding the gate, "I'm so, so, sorry. But I have just a bit of energy in the device to teleport only one of you."

When Yaz teleported to the safety, your radio went silent. Gate was slowly opening and from behind it was reaching sharp light, spreading like a shadow.

You spotted a laser beam shooting the gate mechanism. The gate fell down on the place, making a loud thud.

Leaning on the nearest wall, you spotted your old acquaintance.

"O?"

He was dressed in a nice, yet dirty purple coat and vest which matched his pants. His black hair was a mess, falling into his face and he grew a beard.

"Old weapon," Master hid the laser screwdriver into his pocket and pulled TCE from the other, "Now human! You can call me the Master. Where is the Doctor!"

For a moment you stared at him.

"I'll show you, but you have to take me with you."

After many months

"Let's say that they don't have it, what are you going to do then?" raising your eyebrows, you glanced at the Master who was frantically running around the console, trying to keep the TARDIS on the right course. 

"Then, I'll burn their little scrap of the planet and I'll remove it from the known universe," Master chuckled darkly. 

"Why can't you just make a new weapon?" shrugging, you stepped to the table with lots of mechanical parts. 

"Because they stole from me. DON'T touch that human!" Master set the TARDIS on autopilot and grabbed a few mechanical parts, moving them to the box next to the table, "Do me a favor and stop touching my things. This is why I didn't want you here in the first place!" 

"Oh stop complaining, you have no choice but to keep me, because only I know where the Doctor is!" you smirked. 

Master frowned, he didn't like to be bossed around, especially by a human. 

"Can you at least explain what we are going to do? And who are those aliens?" 

Master's frown soon turned into a smile as he started explaining his plan. 

"We are heading on the mothership of Silveriscasquies, one of the most intelligent species in the universe. Their mothership is basically a planet made of scraps, materials floating through the universe… It's not much… 

They also stole my new weapon and they will pay for doing so!"

You gave the Master an uncertain look, "Silver what?" 

"Silveriscasquies," Master mumbled and landed with the TARDIS. 

"Are we already on their planet?" 

"Their mothership? Yes?" Master arched an eyebrow and took his TCE from the console, heading out, "You stay here human."

You nodded and went to lean on the closest chair. 

Few hours later, you were listening to Master's old playlists, singing and dancing around the TARDIS console. 

Everything was great as you circled around the console, until the main door of the TARDIS didn't fly open. 

Music stopped playing and ten Silveriscasquies soldiers entered the ship. Their appearance was familiar to snails, besides the froglike colorful eyes. They had paperlike armor, yet it was obvious it wasn't as paperlike as it looked like. 

"Intruder captured, general Sq'e¬ton," said the front soldier into the transmitter.

You were pushed into the cell, where the Master was sulking. 

"How did they get into our TARDIS?! I thought you locked it!" 

Master was highly annoyed, of course. Not only did they steal his mighty weapon which should put the universe on its knees, they locked him and easily took over TARDIS. 

"They unlocked it! I'm sorry 'our TARDIS?' It's my TARDIS!" Master yelled. They probably took him even the TCE and other gadgets. 

"Well, not now!" you yelled back. 

"Shut it ape!" 

"Ohhh, what are you going to do alien?" 

Master gave you a surprised glare, "I absolutely despise you, what's worse is that you are also a human!"

"You guess what! I hate you too, you are fucking stupid if you thought that I know the location of the Doctor, she gave me up!" you yelled, moving around the cell, looking for an exit. 

Master let out an angry, frustrated scream. He should know.

What you didn't know was that one of the alien soldiers of a name which was too complicated to pronounce by a time lord, yet a human, smirked and walked off towards the stairs, walking to the 65187th floor to the generals bridge. 

"We confiscated this device from your pocket," one of the aliens said with a stern voice, holding a pair of handcuffs. 

"Why did you took those?!" you glanced at the Master who gave you an unamused eye roll. Since the argument in the cell, which lasted a few hours, you and the Master didn't speak a word to each other. 

Now, in some strange interrogation room next to the prison, you sat on two strange chairs next to each other, Silveriscasquies aiming their guns at your heads. 

"Great, you took me the weapon, my TARDIS, you took me even my handcuffs… What are you even going to do with them? Build a rocket?!" Master angrily barked. 

Silveriscasquies looked on eachother, mumbling something, smirking and laughing. 

"We could if we wanted. It's not like some feeble Time lord and it's human pet would stop us," they continued insulting you both. 

"I'm not his pet!" you yelled. 

"Sorry, got it the other way around?" one of them grinned and handcuffed you with the Master. 

"No! Get him off me!" you yelled. 

Alien soldiers just chuckled and left, leaving you alone in the unlocked interrogation room.

"Why did they…'' you started. It was highly illogical to leave doors opened just like that. Master told you this species was clever but… 

"They will hunt us," Master said, emotionless. 

"Then do something!" 

Master gave you a deadly glare, "I'm handcuffed to you! Didn't you notice?!" 

"Well, I'm not giving up," standing up, you harshly pulled him with you towards the open doors, "We'll go!"

Dragging the Master up and down the halls and non symmetrical stairs was slowly tiring you down, mainly when he had shown no interest in escaping. 

Not to mention there were still the aliens looking for you. 

"You are really going to make it easy for them?" 

"No, are you really going to entertain them?" Master sighed. 

"And what am I supposed to do?! Die?" you turned back, forgetting that the Master was handcuffed to you, pulling him forward, you crashed into each other. 

"Clumsy human," Master complained, stepping away. Unfortunately he noticed a small blush creeping on your cheeks. 

Thankfully, he ignored it, pointing on the near cameras which were hidden in the walls made of space garbage. 

"You see those? They watch us, laugh at us knowing we will be caught soon anyways," Master muttered, his brown eyes glancing into yours sincere. 

"So what now?"

"Don't think so low of me human, I'm not the Doctor. I have an actual plan," Master said proudly. 

"Last time you had a plan you ended up being betrayed by your allies… Again."

Time lord in purple gave you a harsh pull on the handcuffs, speaking to you in a low threatening tone, "Well you already betrayed me so scratch that. When I'll get out of these, and I will, I'll put you back to the place I took you from, months ago. The gate. You'll be left to your destiny to die."

You frowned at him, "Not if we die now."

"I am a time lord, you are just a funny human," 

"I assume these aliens are smart as you told me already, they will find a way to kill us both," you noted. It seemed like you were right, because Master gulped and his eyes glanced somewhere aside. 

Few months and you knew him so well, every blink, every smirk he did. You knew he was nervous. You knew he knew you were right. 

"Alright… These are your handcuffs, I'll not ask for a reason why they were in your pocket but we need to get rid of them." 

"So bossy (Y/n)," Master tutted. 

"Be a little bit serious for a moment!" 

"They are locked with a code that Silveriscasquies set to make their game more amusing. I would do the same on their spot."

"Good then figure it out! Come on! They are your handcuffs!" 

You both looked at eachother, hearing some yells a few corridors away. 

Running down the stairs, you nearly tripped. Master gave you a cautious look, it would be a long fall down for both of you.  

"Try some passwords, we can't get away with these!" you lifted your hand, Master doing the same like a puppet on strings. "Release?" Master told into the handcuffs, which only beeped, red light showing. He tried more accents, but without a result. 

"It wouldn't be so easy, think more!" you said, complaining, "Why don't they have an elevator or something! There are hundreds of staircases!"

Master shrugged.

Everything around was like a maze of garbage. Master said it was a mothership, to you it was more like a giant hive full of death traps. Electric wires hanging from ceilings. Unstable floor from metal pieces with holes inside them. You nearly got one of your feet stuck in those. Gladly you didn't, because glancing through it, you spotted a whole unit of aliens with various weapons, marching forward. 

"They are below," you whispered, "Why are they not already here, when they know our location?" 

Master sighed, "Those are the soldiers. Cameras are the show for common people." 

"How entertaining," you forced yourself to smile uncomfortably.

"We need to go." 

Running around a few hours already, you were both getting tired. Now stuck at some sort of library with old books of many languages with torn out pages and coffee stains, you sat into the big chair, while the Master stood nearby. 

"Release," you tried to unlock the handcuffs.

"Begone from my wrist!" 

"Uncuff!" 

"Buzz off!" 

Master gave you a quizzical look as you were thinking of other passwords. 

"Thank you, lord Master…" handcuffs beeped with red light again, "Eh? Come on!" 

Master smirked, turning his head away. 

"What?! I had to try! Still better than you, doing nothing!" you rolled your eyes, your cheeks beginning to turn red again. 

"Thank you, lord Master? Seriously? You are welcome by the way," Master mocked you. 

"Buzz off," you spoke quietly. It was tiring. You both couldn't find the TARDIS and couldn't even get out of the handcuffs, not to mention the fact that aliens were on a hunt on your heads. 

"Wait…" Master seemed to get an idea. He sat on the ground, tapping four times. 

"What are you doing?" you asked curiously. 

Master didn't answer, not even when the handcuffs beeped with a red light.

"Isn't that your weapon?" you chuckled, pointing at bookshelf.

Master turned to the bookshelf and angrily growled as he spotted his beloved new weapon disassembled and remade into an odd looking shelf. 

"We're never going to get away like this!" you shrugged. 

"You wouldn't anyways. I have this," Master pulled out of his pocket a travel particle. 

"Why didn't you say that earlier!" you tugged on the handcuffs. 

"Because I have just one and it was recharging all the time, still is."

After so many hours, you began to feel hungry and thirsty, which the Master shrugged off with a comment of how humans are weak and pathetic creatures. 

It was a desperate situation that ended in getting cornered by Silveriscasquies. 

"We're trapped…"

"You were trapped the whole time," one of them stepped closer with a camera on his helmet, "Now the real fun begins." 

You were suddenly standing with a sharp object turned towards the Master. 

"Fight!" they started to chant. 

You saw the Master get a better hold of the weapon in his hand, thinking. 

Shaking your head at him, you contemplated your life. All the choices. Truth is, you would have died a long time ago. Doctor saved you from Daleks, Master saved you from the Doctor. You had borrowed time. 

But Master was… He changed your life a lot, even more than the Doctor did. He always had your back in some spare plan or something, but that was because you said you knew where the Doctor was. That was his plan, and he needed you to achieve his goals. But now, he didn't have to save you. Quite the opposite actually. 

Master could see how quickly your brain worked, but stepped back as far as he could. He didn't want to be stabbed in the back again, he didn't want to be the one who would put the sharp tool in your heart. Not you. He was ready to cut his own hand for it. 

"Where did you buy the handcuffs?" you glanced at the shopping brand on the side of them. It was very familiar. Like you have seen it somewhere. 

"The space pit?" Master spoke. 

"Cheap place, was there when the Doctor cancelled it."

"She did wha-" 

"Too many weapons, but it was more of an accident…" 

"Silence! Use weapons!" someone urged you. 

"The travel particle, on the cuffs now!" you yelled very quickly. Master did as you said, placing a particle on the handcuffs, while you broke it in half with the makeshift weapon. 

The particle shined in a few seconds, as you felt falling through, landing on the Master in the familiar surrounding. TCE was laying on the console and everything seemed to be untouched. 

"TARDIS! We did it!" you sighed and rolled off him, "We got here before we went anywhere, deleting the time line with those aliens! Gotta love the travel particles!"

"Sometimes I love you human," Master said. 

"Sometimes I love you too time lord," you frowned, "Unless you won't kill me, I'll help you find the Doctor."

Handcuffs beeped again and unlocked falling down off your wrists. 

You exchanged looks with the Master.

"I said it because…" 

"The handcuffs, I know," you shake your head and quickly run to the console. 

"Good, so you want to be my companion or something?" Master asked. 

"Aren't am I already?" you smirked, dematerializing the TARDIS away. 

[vintage-marina]

A woman out of time ( James Norrington x F!reader) Chapter 1

Marvel crossover pirates of the caribbean

TW: blood, gore, aliens, violence and durther in the story depressing thoughts and suicidal thoughts

A few weeks ago i had the idea to write a reader fic with a crossover of marvel and pirates of the carabbean, yep the most random idea that i had

summary: After y/n got a call that they can bring the half of the population back, she takes the chance and goes to the compound, but when she wants to go back to New York 2013 she finds herself on the middle of a ship. I think i’m gonna ship her with James Norrington tho.

btw you can also read it on wattpad, my name is mischief-moony

word count: 1973 words

Wakanda 2018

Before everything went down

You heard footsteps outside your house that signaled that a few people were nearby, you threw your book on the floor and stepped outside and when you did you saw Bucky. King T'Challa, Okoye, and a few soldiers were walking to your cabins. You saw that one of the soldiers were holding a suitcase and dread filled you up, something is happening. Bucky and you were walking to them in a silence that neither of you wanted to break and you saw that in the suit laid his arm.

 ''Where is the fight?'' mumbeled Bucky after he glanced at his vibranium arm, he didn't look happy to use it again. In fact he probably thought about the time when he did not had a choice, but to use it. You glanced down, you wern't scared to fight, if you have to then you have to. But not knowing who to fight was frightening to you.

You and Bucky got taken to the weaponry room, you glanced into the mirror and moved your (right/left) arm, this arm felt new. Not a bad new, but a good new, a chance at staring a new life and maybe now you will never get it. You grimaced and didn't want to think about it anymore, ''Buck, do you know what's happening?'' ''No, but it has something to do with Steve. It always has.'' ''Fair enough,'' the both of you chuckled for a few seconds and after that you composed yourself, your expression serious. You took a taser, two handpistols and a few knifes and buckeld it on your belt, somehow it felt it wasn't enough and you took a bomb. The medpack on your back did not felt heavy and you saw that Bucky took a M249 SAW. ''And you think that firearm will be enough? You know, it is pretty serious if Wakanda need the help of two oldies'' you pointed to him with a knife, he grumbled but to your happiness he took a handpistol. After this Okoye walked to the both of you and explained what was happening.

Meeting your best pals Steve, Natasha and ofcourse your other colleagues

Bucky and you went outside and you saw that Steve, Natasha, Sam, Wanda, Vision, Rhodey and Bruce? Is he not missing? were walking out of the quinjet, King T'Challa was walking with them and lead them to you two. You heard T'Challa asking how big the assault is, Bruce answered that they shoud expect a big one and Natasha asked how big their army is. ''You will have my Kingsguard, the Border Tribe, the Dora Milaje and..'' ''And a semi-stable 100-year old man'' ''And a mentally unstable 100-year old woman'' Bucky and you flashed a smile towards them and you flew into Natasha her arms while Bucky hugged Steve. Afterwards you gave a bone crushing hug to Steve and you whispered that you missed him.

During the battle

Everyone stood behind the border that protected Wakanda and you saw that aliens were running toward you, they looked like a mix between a dog and a rat and you didn't expect this shit, yes you were scared at this point. Next to you stood Bucky, Steve and Natasha, "What the hell" mumbeled Bucky and if you weren't in a life threathing situation, you would have laughed but now, now not. Some of these aliens were breaking through the border but were killing themselves, but some of them were making it through, the Wakandan army were making shields with their clothing and were shooting lasers out of their vibranium spears. Bucky, you and Natasha were shooting while Sam and Rhodey were in the sky. Bruce was in the Hulkbuster and stood behind you and the army.  Rhodey flew to the border and you saw that a few bombs were dropping that created a massive chain reaction, you could hear the screams of the aliens that were dying but you could see that the dogs behind the border were going to Vision and were he was laying there was no border, shit he is gonna be in danger. But Bruce beat you to it, before you could say anthing.

''Cap if these things circle the perimeter and get in behind us, there's nothing between them and Vision'' ''Then we better keep 'em in front of us.'' ''How do we do that?'' asked Okoye to T'Challa and you saw that the was thinking. ''We open the barrier. On my signal, open North-West Section Seventeen'' he shouted somthing in Xhosa, you saw that Steve was activating his shield and that T'Challa's army were dropping their shields. You were moving your shoulders and stood in position, ready to kill a bunch of aliens. This was unlike what you saw in the war or what you did in the war but you knew that you should give your everything. The border that protected you was dissolving and you heard T'Challa shouting: ''Wakanda forever!''

You were running and so did everyone else, your heartrate went up and you took the blades out of your belt, Steve and T'Challa ran ahead but you and Bucky ran with the army. The first few aliens were running to you and you threw your knife in their eye and slid on the ground while you were gliding on the grass, you plunged your knife in another one's belly and cutted him open. It screamed and before you knew it it was dead, but the other alien was not. You took your knife out of the carcas and threw it in the head of the other alien. You plucked your two blades out of it's head and it's eye and hastily you stood up and scanned your surroundings.

But you didn't had much time, three other aliens were attacking your back that send you flying to the ground, you let out a yelp. Their claws were dangerously close to your face and something snapped in your head. Your mind went on autopilot and you teared an arm off and you gave it a kick to it's belly. You drew your pistol and sent a bullet to the other two aliens their  heart and head. You could feel on your back that you had been scratched but you shook it off and went further.

The minutes flew by and you couldn't even remember what you were doing to them, you saw that Okoye needed a little bit of help and you gave her back cover. ''Are you okay?'' she asked while the two of you circeled around the aliens, you hummed but it didn't reassured her. ''I don't think we are going to win it'' you said, she didn't gave a response but instead killed an alien. You heard someone talking to you in your ear, ''I can't hear you, speak louder'' you commanded and slammed an alien to the ground. ''Y/N, someone needs medical help, I will sent you the coördinates come fast!'' you heard Natasha talking to you and you bid Okoye farwell and you cleared your way between the aliens and the people. 

When you arrived you saw that Nathasha gave pressure on the wound of a soldier, ''Nat you need to give me cover while I treat her alright?'' You saw that she was from the Dora Milaje, you took off your medpack and opened it quickly and kneeled down. Adreneline rushed to your body and you took a bottle of water out of the pack and rinshed the wound. ''How did it happen?'' you asked to her, in the hope she didn't pass out. ''I got clawed, but I will survive'' she mumbeled, you softly talked to her while you disinfected the wound. You sliced the plastic of a sterile towel of and depped the wound clean, there was blood on your hands and you smeared it off on your suit. Natasha was shooting some aliens and said to you that you needed to hurry up. Your stress level went up a bit when she said that and you stichted the soldeir up and covered the wound incase if it went bleeding again. ''Nat, you can go, I will protect her'' after you said that she went away and you stood your ground and eyed your surroundings.

You didn't knew how much time had passed, hope was slowely running out of your system and you were certain that you were losing. Aliens were around you and you felt desperate, you did your best to protect her and sometimes you got help from someone else, it wasn't easy to check on her and to kill aliens but you managed. Suddenly an axe went flying around and killed some aliens around you. What the hell is happening you thought to yourself, not that you were ungrateful, you were very grateful but you didn't know who it was, until something suddenly clicked in your brain, Thor. 

After Thor joined the fight with a raccoon with a gun and a walking tree? You thought you could finally win this battle and have a good nap after this, but alas you were wrong, very wrong. A few meters further you saw that Steve was protecting Vision and Wanda. You turned around and asked in Xhosa if she need any further medical assistence or that she would manage it. The soldier sent you away and you joined Steve, you didn't expect the guy who is supposed to be the most evil person in the universe purple but you also saw a man with red skin and without a nose when you served the army so it didn 't really surprise you. More people joined the fight and when you threw your bomb and fire your last bullets, Thanos raised his fist towards it and reversed the time so it couldn't explode, then he aimed at you and fired the bomb back. ''Shit'' you mumbled, you flew across the air and yelled in pain. A few splinters from the bomb scratched your face and neck, you could fell blood prickle on your skin from the splinters that were stuck in your body. Your ears were ringing and you shut your eyes tight from the bright light, sniffing the air you could smell burning flesh and you softly cried, you didn't want to see the aftermath of what happend to you. Some people were yelling, but black dots were clouding your eyes and with your tears you couldn't see well. How can he do this, what did we do to deserve this, the more you thinked the more your head hurted, maybe a little rest wouldn't hurt and with that on your mind you blacked out.

 When you opened your E/C eyes you whimpered in pain, signaling to the remaining people that you were awake. You saw Steve in your field of vision and you could see that his eyes were red. You lifted your arm and cradled his face with your vibranium arm, you furrowed your eyebrows and wiped a few tears away. ''You've been crying, Stevie'' a nickname that he only heard from you when you were concerned about him. ''What happend?'' you whispered softly after you gave him a reassuring smile, he didn't meet your eyes but looked to the left of you. You turned your head, but you wished you hadn't, your eyes met the blank stare of Vision and you let out a startling scream. Terror was running through your veins and tears of dispair were filling your eyes and falling on your cheeks. You reached out your arm towards him but you only could feel the cold of his vibranium body and if you looked better you could see the pile of ashes that laid besides him. Your arm fell to the ground and you sniffed, ''What happened here Steve?''