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sunmoonandeddie · 5 years ago

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feelings are fatal (12/24)

pairing: bucky barnes x reader, past steve rogers x reader

word count: 4,355

summary: After the events of Endgame, you struggle to come to terms with what you’ve lost, though you’re learning that you still have something to gain.

chapter warnings: swearing, mentions of sterilization, gunshot wound, oblivious!reader

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a/n: Lmao I’m sorry, y’all. Feel free to yell at me after, as well as reblog and leave feedback.

Bucky sighed for what Sam thought was probably the millionth time in five minutes. His eyes kept darting over to the hallway, though he was trying to read something on his tablet, a newspaper or ebook or something.

“You alright, man?” He asked. He continued to chop the bell peppers for his sandwich, though his focus was on the super soldier.

“Yeah!” He said, a little too quickly and a little too brightly. A blush spread over his cheeks as he cleared his throat. “Uh…” He glanced back at the hallway. “Have you seen Y/N today?”

“No, why?”

“It’s past noon and she didn’t get breakfast or go to training.”

Ah. So that’s what it was. Sam figured that it would have something to do with you—the man trailed after like a lovesick puppy, after all. It was always “Y/N this” and “Y/N that” and honestly, if he didn’t love you as much as he did, it would’ve been annoying.

Not that he’d ever let Bucky know how sweet it was.

“She’s still upset about the mission,” Bucky said with a slight frown. He’d been trying for the past four days to get you out of your funk, but nothing was working.

“What if you took her out?” Sam asked. “It’s been a while since the two of you went on one of your city dates, right? You could take her to the aquarium or something.”

He raised his eyebrows, looking a little skeptical. “The aquarium?”

“Yeah, man.” When Bucky just stared at him, he rolled his eyes. “Come on, the aquarium is a perfect date spot. It’s cute and romantic and all that shit.”

“Date?!”

The super soldier looked so scared that he had to laugh. “Yeah, a date,” he said, clapping his hand on the other man’s back. “It’s about time that you asked her on one.”

“But she’s not—”

“Yeah, she is.”

Bucky froze, looking at him with wide blue eyes. He looked so hopeful. “You think so?”

“I know so,” he said, nodding towards the hall that his best friend kept staring at. “She hasn’t mentioned Steve in weeks. She didn’t get upset at the family.” A sly smirk tugged at his lips. “And we all saw you two when she freaked out at family dinner. Girl’s into you.” When the other man didn’t move, he gave him a little shove. “Go on. She’s gonna want time to shower and get ready, and then it’s at least an hour drive.”

And in theory, asking you out was easy.

But in reality, Bucky stood outside your door for a solid six minutes before finally getting the courage to knock. When there was no answer, he opened the door just a crack to find you burrowed under a mound of blankets. “Y/N?” He took a step in and shut the door behind himself.

The crack in the curtains let in a tiny sliver of light, illuminating your hair peeking out from under the comforter. Since most of the comforter was covering your upper half, your foot was peeking out at the bottom, the other bent as you laid on your stomach.

“Y/N, sugar,” he cooed as he carefully sat on the edge of the bed. All the anxiety from before had vanished. All that mattered was making sure you were okay. “Malen’kaya, I know you’re awake,” he said as he rubbed your ankle. Knowing that you weren’t going to emerge unless he took drastic measures, his fingers found the bottom of your foot, tickling your soft skin.

You immediately started thrashing, a yelp falling from your lips as you kicked away from him. A pout was on your pretty lips as you sat up, drawing your knees up to your chest. “What do you want?” You huffed.

“Nice to see you, too,” he said. He tugged on the blanket, grinning when you yanked it out of his grasp. “You need to get up. We’re going to the city.”

“Why?” You asked, resting your chin your kneecaps.

“Because,” he said, drawing out the word as he reached out, pulling on your legs to drag you closer to him. His face was just a few inches from yours, his blue eyes locked with yours. “You’ve been holing yourself up in here for days. You need some sunshine.”

You shook your head. “But—”

“I know you’re scared,” Bucky said, resting his forehead against yours. “But you can’t let fear rule your life. If you let them scare you into hiding away in your room, HYDRA wins.” His hands were warm on your calves. “I’ll be there with you, okay?”

Taking in a deep breath, you nodded. “Okay. Just let me shower and get ready.”

“I’ll have lunch ready for you when you’re done.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, sending shivers down your spine. “I won’t let anything happen to you, malen’kaya.”

“And this is your bathroom,” Natasha said as she opened up the door on the right side of what was apparently going to be your bedroom. The redhead chewed her bottom lip nervously as she watched you take it all in. “Do you like it?”

“I do,” you said, barely audible. You plastered on a smile for her despite knowing that she’d be able to see right through it. “Thank you, Nat.”

She seemed to relax a little. “I’ll get out of your hair and let you shower. We could order pizza afterwards? If you want?”

“That sounds good,” you said, waiting until the door had shut behind her to let the smile drop.

You knew that she meant well, really. You did. But she had been hovering and all you wanted to do was cry.

“No. No crying,” you told yourself as you stared at the panel in the wall that you assumed controlled the shower. Natasha had offered to show you how to turn it on while you were walking to your room, but you had declined, insisting that it couldn’t be that hard.

But there was no showerhead for the water to come through, and that was just weird.

You jumped as you finally pressed the right button, the water coming on. It fell in a waterfall from the center of the ceiling and you stared at it in surprise. “Strange,” you muttered, eying the square that the water had come from.

Natasha had told you that the compound was high tech, but you hadn’t expected that.

Stripping down, you kicked the clothes that the Red Room had given you off to the side. Just looking at them reminded you of cold nights handcuffed to a bed.

You’d have to burn them later.

There was an ache in your lower belly, a soreness between your legs that still lingered over a week after the procedure that caused it.

Natasha didn’t know yet. You couldn’t bring yourself to tell her when she’d pulled you into the quinjet. She’d even asked you if you were okay, if they’d done anything to you. But between the terrified look in her eyes and the man you’d learn was named Clint in the pilot’s seat, you couldn’t bring yourself to tell her about it.

You’d do it later that night. Yes. That would have to do.

The water was as hot as it could go, scalding your skin as you stepped underneath the spray. But you hardly noticed it. After a lifetime of cold showers, the heat was all you ever wanted. You never wanted to feel cold ever again.

You stood under the water for who knows how long before you grabbed the shampoo that had been provided for you. It felt so good to be able to take your time, lathering it in your hair. It smelled like coconuts and lime.

By the time you were done washing your body and conditioning your hair, the bathroom had filled with steam. The mirror was fogged up, the tiles slippery. But you didn’t notice, too stuck in the luxury of cleanliness.

But the reverie was broken by a knock on the door. “Y/N, you okay?” Natasha called from the other side.

“Yeah! I’m okay!” You called back, letting your head fall back against the shower wall with a sigh.

“Where are we going?” You asked Bucky as the two of you slipped into one of Tony’s cars.

Well, now they were considered the team’s. But whatever.

“It’s a surprise,” he said as he entered the address into the GPS. Luckily, it didn’t immediately announce where the two of you were going, but that might’ve had to do with the fact that F.R.I.D.A.Y. knew about his little plan and knew not to spoil it. His eyes flickered over to you as he pulled out of the garage. “But I promise you, you’ll love it.”

“Pinky promise?”

He was surprised to find your left pinky held up for him to take, your eyebrows raised expectantly. “Oh, yeah,” he said with a teasing glint in his eyes. Even so, he still hooked his pink with yours. “My pinky promises.”

It was worth it, seeing the smile that it put on your face.

“Have I ever told you that you’re an asshole?” You asked, leaning forward to fiddle with the radio.

“Not in a few days, but I’m sure it’s coming.”

God, he loved the reactions he could get from you. He loved to watch the way your nose scrunched up as you stuck your tongue out at him, your arms crossed over your chest. He loved the little smile that you were fighting, the soft roses that bloomed on your cheeks.

You dozed off a few times on the way to the aquarium, but Bucky didn’t mind. He liked seeing you so peaceful. You spent so much time worrying about everyone else that you hardly took the time to rest.

He pulled into the parking lot of the New York Aquarium, grinning as he saw the bustling crowds of Coney Island. It was a little calmer than usual, since it was in the middle of a weekday. “Sugar,” he said as he gently shook your awake. As you blinked sleepily at him, he continued, “We’re here.”

“Where’s ‘here?’” You grumbled as you sat up. However, the second that your eyes landed on the sign across the front of the building, you were out of the car and jumping excitedly. “You brought me to the aquarium?!”

And okay, maybe Sam was a little smarter about dating than Bucky was. Even though this technically wasn’t a date, since he hadn’t asked you.

Maybe he should’ve done that.

But none of that really mattered as he was watching you try to contain your excitement. Your eyes were lighter than he’d seen them in the past few days, the rain clouds in your mind having parted for at least a little while.

“Come on, we’ve only got a few hours,” he said, taking your hand in his without a second thought.

He led you through the aquarium, allowing you to stop him and drag him towards every exhibit you wished to see. Which may have been all of them.

And you felt happy. For the first time in days, you hadn’t felt the overbearing weight of HYDRA on your shoulders, hadn’t thought about the fact that they were coming for you. That they wouldn’t stop until they had you or you were dead.

But you knew that Bucky wouldn’t allow that. Your James.

Because that’s what he had become. Your James. You hadn’t really known why you started calling him as such until you were lying in bed the other night, and you realized. You’d never known his real name, back in the Red Room. You’d only ever known him as the Soldat or the Asset. You didn’t want another nickname, you just wanted him.

So James he was.

You grew quiet as the two of you wandered through the shark tunnel, coming to a stop as you watched the creatures in wonder. You’d always loved sharks, even though you had a very healthy fear of them. It was part of why you never went into the ocean too often. That was their home, and you weren’t about to invade it.

A memory flickered in the back of your mind, like an old film that you hadn’t seen in years. Of Steve—a younger Steve, who still had a little bit of faith in the world around him, hope in his baby blue eyes—driving you to Letchworth State Park, his hand in yours as he promised that you would like your destination.

The man you were with was so similar and yet so different. Like the sun and the moon. Steve burned so brightly, with his habit of seeing the world in black and white and grandiose speeches. He was beautiful, yes. But you had flown to close, like Icarus, and you’d fallen back to Earth in a mess of feathers and wax.

But Bucky. Oh, Bucky. He was like the moon. He was beautiful in a different way, with his battle scars and hard outer shell. But if you really knew him, he was the most loving person you’d ever known. He was the comfort you needed in the darkest night, leather and smoke enveloping you as calloused hands cradled your face softer than you thought possible.

When Steve had taken you to that park, it was because he’d been ignoring you for days, because he felt bad about you being second priority to being Captain America.

Bucky had taken you here because you were his first. He’d always put you first, even before his best friend left, even before the Snap. He’d taken you here because there was no where else he’d rather be—not the gym, not a mission. Nowhere.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

You winced as Natasha helped you walk towards the miniature medical bay inside the quinjet, pressing your hand over the wound currently spewing blood. A bullet was lodged right above your hipbone. “Bucky, it’s fine,” you said as the redhead helped you up onto the hospital bed. “Would’ve been a lot worse if they hit bone.”

“Like hell it is!” The brunet snapped, his hands fisted at his sides as he glared at his best friend, who was still standing by the now-closed ramp. “You got shot!”

“I have to agree with Barnes on this one,” Nat said with a huff as she pulled up your shirt. She handed you a piece of leather to bite into, since you all were out of morphine and there was no way they’d be able to safely put you under anesthesia.

It reminded Bucky of the war, of seeing young men your age and younger get blown to bits in the middle of Austria, of France.

“We needed food,” Steve said with narrowed eyes, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Then you could’ve gone!”

“Bucky, I offered,” you said, though your words were cut off with a scream of pain as Natasha reached in to pull out the bullet. The strip of leather was forgotten as tears streamed down your cheeks.

Natasha, herself, was crying, too. She hated seeing you in so much pain, hated that she’d allowed Steve to drag you into this mess after the Accords. As much as she loved having you close, she much rather would’ve preferred you home and safe, even if it was in a cell.

At least you wouldn’t be suffering from bullet wounds then.

“That doesn’t matter,” the former Winter Soldier said as he made his way to your side. “You shouldn’t have been out there alone.”

None of you had ever seen him like this. In the months that you’d spent on the run so far, he’d been quiet and withdrawn, only really talking with Steve.

It hurt, knowing that he didn’t recognize you.

“You and Natasha were on recon, and Sam and I were planning our next move,” Steve argued, not moving from his place by the ramp.

He was as stubborn as a god damn ass, that one.

And, if you were being honest, it kind of really fucking hurt that your boyfriend was choosing to argue with his friend instead of holding your hand while you literally got a bullet pulled out of you.

You let out a whimper, trying to hide the pain, as Natasha poured vodka over the wound.

Bucky immediately took your hand in his, squeezing tightly. “Squeeze as hard as you need to, sugar,” he said, his heart aching as he watched you. He’d never tell you how much it hurt him that you were in pain, hoping that the others just thought it was because you were his teammate and he was angry with Steve with putting you at risk. “I can take it, I promise.”

“It was a risk she knew—”

“That doesn’t mean she has to take it!” He snapped, his eyes fixing back on the blond. “And that’s another thing, I don’t think Natasha or I appreciate not being told that she was going to be going out by herself.”

“I wasn’t aware that I had to ask for your or Natasha’s permission.”

“It’s not asking permission! It’s being a team! Letting everyone know where someone is! We thought Y/N was safe on the quinjet with you, not getting shot while grabbing groceries! Groceries that are now gone, might I add!”

Steve had never seen his friend so angry at him. Not even back in the forties, before he had the serum pumping through his veins, when he was punching every bully he saw.

Bucky felt your hand squeeze his in a death grip as the redhead wove the needle in and out as quick as possible. “You should’ve gone with her—”

“She would’ve been more likely to be recognized if—”

“Well, it happened anyway!” His jaw was clenched as he stared him down. Fury was absolutely boiling in his veins. “At least she wouldn’t have been alone, and she wouldn’t have had to run ten blocks back to the jet with a bullet in her side. Maybe you should care more about whether or not your girlfriend gets killed because of your actions, Captain.”

That was a low blow. There was an audible inhale as the quinjet went deadly quiet. Your eyes flicked back and forth between the two super soldiers, waiting to see which one was going to snap.

Finally, Bucky let out a huff. He squeezed your hand softly, his eyes meeting yours. It was a silent apology for getting angry and yelling at your boyfriend, you knew. Seeing that Natasha was now cleaning the skin around the now stitched up wound and bandaging it up, he let go and stormed off to another end of the quinjet to cool down.

There was a rather pregnant pause before Steve moved forward, sitting in the chair that his best friend had been occupying seconds before. “I’m so sorry, doll,” he said, his eyes searching your face as he took your hand.

“Yeah,” you said as you forced yourself to smile for your boyfriend of two years. “I know.”

You stared at Bucky, watching as the blue light from the water above rippled over his face. He looked so content, being here with you. He wasn’t thinking about the next mission or training. He was just enjoying the moment.

His hand was still in yours, his thumb gently caressing the back of yours. His beard had been growing steadily for the past few months, giving him a bit more than scruff. His long hair was pulled into a half up-half down style that made your mouth water.

He was gorgeous. He was gorgeous in the way that made you want to wake up to him every morning and see the drool dribbling from his mouth onto your pillow. You wanted to make him laugh with every stupid joke you could think of. You wanted to make him moan as you pressed soft open-mouthed kisses to his every single one of his scars. You wanted to make every bad thing that had ever happened to him disappear.

You wanted him.

Bucky’s brows furrowed as he turned to look at you, seeming to realize that you weren’t looking at the multitude of sharks that were swimming overhead. “Y/N?”

Without thinking, you stood up on your tiptoes and pressed your lips against his, your fingers twisting in the material of his black t-shirt to bring him down to you. Every stereotypical thing that you’ve ever read seemed to happen all at once. Butterflies exploded in your stomach. Your knees went weak, and if it weren’t for Bucky’s arm around your waist, you would’ve fallen to the ground. Hell, the entire universe outside of the two of you ceased to exist.

Your eyes popped open as you realized what you’d done, jerking away from him. The spell between the two of you was broken as you took a step back. “I-I’m so sorry,” you stammered. Your cheeks flamed as you turned away from him, not wanting to see the rejection in his eyes. “We… We should go.”

Bucky watched as you walked away, heading for the car. His heart had shattered inside his chest. After literal years of pining after you, he’d finally gotten the perfect first kiss with you. It was better than anything he had imagined. Your lips had felt like rose petals, soft and pliant against his, and he could feel your heartbeat from where his hand had rested flat against your back.

And then you’d pushed him away.

Not only that, you’d ran. Literally ran away from him.

Sam was wrong. You weren’t ready. Or maybe you just weren’t into him.

“Of course, she isn’t,” Bucky muttered to himself as he slapped a hand to his forehead. “She’s your best friend’s ex-girlfriend, for crying out loud.”

“You alright, son?”

He turned to see an older man standing off to the side. “Uh… I don’t know,” he admitted honestly as he turned to look at the sharks. He needed a few minutes to compose himself before he faced you.

“You want to talk about it?” The man asked, moving to stand next to him.

“I’m in love with this girl,” he started, sighing as his hands gripped the railing. “And she kissed me, but then she ran. Said it was a mistake.”

“Was it that girl that just ran out of here like a bat straight outta hell?”

He let out a weak laugh, nodding. “Yeah, that’s her.”

The old man hummed, shoving his hands into his pockets. “She’s pretty.”

Bucky felt tears sting his eyes as he nodded. “The prettiest.”

“I can tell you right now, no girl runs like that if she doesn’t feel anything,” the man said, clapping a hand on his shoulder.

He momentarily wondered what he would think if he told him he was technically older than him.

“Give her time,” he said, his eyes glittering behind his glasses as he watched a shark pass overhead. “She’s probably just scared of what she’s feeling.” He couldn’t help but laugh as he shook his head. “When I met my Joan, I was supposed to be going on a blind date with a different girl. Told her I loved her the second I saw her.” He looked back at Bucky, his brown eyes shining with memories. “You two have that kind of love. I can see it. But not everything can happen in the blink of an eye.”

And as much as he wanted to tell the man that he’d been waiting for years, he understood what he was saying. And yeah, maybe this was two steps forward, one step back, it was still one step further than he had been that morning.

Or was the saying one step forward two steps back?

Oh, well. Who gives a shit?

“Thank you,” he said, breaking off when he realized he didn’t have the man’s name.

“Stan,” the old man said with a knowing smile, before nodding back towards the way you’d run off. “Go after her. And remember, take your time. Something that lasts has to have a steady foundation.”

Bucky nodded once, before running after you. Even if you didn’t want to acknowledge the kiss that had happened, he at least knew that you felt something for him.

You paced back and forth in front of the car, biting your thumbnail. Your mind was racing as you waited for Bucky to come out of the aquarium.

How the hell could you have been so stupid? You were his best friend’s ex-girlfriend! The one he left without a goodbye! You were the little seventeen-year-old girl who had a crush on the stoic Winter Soldier with a secret soft spot.

Groaning, you ran your fingers through the hair.

There was no way in hell that he wanted you.

“Y/N? You okay?”

You looked up to see the man in question standing a few feet away from you. His brows were furrowed, his weight shifting back and forth between his heels and the balls of his feet.

“Yeah, I’m—” You broke off, swallowing down the lump in your throat. “Hi.”

A faint smile lit up his features. “Hey.”

“I’m really sorry about jumping you like that,” you said slowly, your cheeks flaming as you looked down at the ground. “Can we just forget about it?”

“Whatever you want,” he said, wincing as he realized how it could’ve been taken.

“Good,” you said with a sigh of relief as you looked up at him again. “Because you’re my best friend, and I don’t want to ruin this.”

He nodded as he stepped around to the driver’s side, unlocking the car so both of you could get in. “Me neither,” he reassured you, before starting the car and heading back for the compound.

Leaning your head against the cool glass of the window, you bit your lip as you tried to fight a smile.

Even if he wasn’t into you, it was the best damn kiss you’d ever had.

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uozlulu · 5 years ago

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Not sure how long Viz had this offer up but I’ve got until tomorrow to read all of this for free so here we go~

BnHA/MHA chapters 122 – 162 reaction and spoilers. I also eluded to some Black Clover manga spoilers but I tried to be vague about it. I also mentioned One Piece once but nothing actually spoilers I don't think

I sorted everything by chapter under the read more cut

Chapter 122

This chapter appears to pick up towards the end of season three. Present Mic being hyped to teach the kids still gives me life

If Hound Dog loves soccer does he play it like a guy or like a dog or does it like all depend on his mood?

Chapter 123

Must be awkward knowing you’ve seen your senpai naked on national TV

lol “His [Mirio’s] face is a good one. Easy to draw.”

Chapter 125

I like that Overhaul is kind of a look at what Crazy Diamond could be if it was wielded by a proper villain and not just some chaotic teenager

Chapter 126

Yagi’s got some solid reasons for not being on board with this whole let’s send the sixteen-year-olds to war idea, but it also cracks me up we’re getting peanut gallery commentary from the other teachers in the teachers’ office in the background of the panels.

lol “Three, it’d be awkward for me” but also another solid reason

”..you’ve got to make him smile” “He’s got a lot of respect for humor” something something King Kai

Tickle Hell. Why WHY are you like this, Horokoshi?

Of course Sir Nighteye’s a Capricorn. Of course he is.

Chapter 131

Let’s be perfectly honest here, with Yagi’s body the way it is, an early death is inevitable. The gruesome part though makes me curious how an upcoming event in the manga is going to pass and if maybe that will be when Sir Nighteye’s foresight will come to pass. It would also make sense since the manga feels currently (in the 240’s) like it’s about to shift and evolve as a story, like a potential half way point is looming

Also, this chapter lends insight into why Midoriya is telling us this story as a narrator. Given whatever’s about to happen it makes sense that he would want to lay everything out to the next successor of One for All. It only strengthens my theory that the end of the manga is Midoriya looking at the reader and offering us a chance to become his successor in some manner.

Chapter 132

Tamaki’s quirk is basically you are what you eat. I’m screaming. lol

Chisaki’s plan kind of reminds me how in a way Black Clover and BnHA are tackling some similar questions and themes. There’s a hierarchy that’s existed for generations and there are people who want to upend it. However a key difference is Asta is a driving force for changing the system, which he begins to understand more and more as he goes along, which is I think why we’re starting to see a shift in narrative with the story’s current arc. Meanwhile, Midoriya is trying to preserve the current hierarchy, which while being questioned by the villains, is not really questioned by the heroes (at least not yet). It’s interesting to watch the similarities and differences in Tabata and Horokoshi’s approaches to questioning and challenging concepts like tradition, system, structure, and inequality.

I already know what Eri’s power does and how she’s basically the X-Men mutation cure plot point, so that actually kind of helps here I think. Thank goodness Kirishima’s quirk is basically a defense against needles (that must have been a pain at the doctor’s office for all adults involved as a kid)

Chapter 135

I love Tamaki ngl

Chapter 136

Even though they’re being more blatant in this chapter, I do like that once it’s revealed that Sir Nighteye saw how Yagi will die, it’s part of the motivation for why he does some of what he does like being on the fence at first with Midoriya in terms of acceptance, calling Midoriya’s desire to want to do more for Eri when he met her arrogance, trying to play things as safe as possible, etc…etc… and now he’s reluctant to use his quirk and it all comes back to foreseeing his good friend/mentor/hero’s death even if it’s been six years since

I like that Aizawa is taking the track of basically he knows Midoriya is a hero of a Jump manga so they might as well work together on this because he already knows Midoriya will just run off and try to solve this problem since it’s personal for him. I also kind of hope letting Aizawa help is part of the track the narrative takes because I think actually Midoriya could learn a lot from observing Aisawa up close in a non-school setting about patience, strategy, and timing as well. It might even help Midoriya with his quirk problems.

Chapter 137

Actually enlisting Kirishima, Uraraka, Asui, and Midoriya to help retrieve Eri is probably a good idea considering what the kids were able to do when it was time to rescue Bakugou a while back. While it isn’t ideal asking sixteen-year-olds to take on responsibilities of adults, this is a task this group of kids has shown they are well suited to. Even Asui who was not a direct participant in the rescue but could size up the situation for what it was and make sure the adults knew what was about it happen. Knowing when to go for help is as important as being a helper. The group can benefit from her maturity.

I like that Nejire is using her hair as a scarf

Chapter 138

Gung Ho! Pretty Yure 10! Sure sounds like a play on Futari wa Pretty Cure

Chapter 139

I wonder if Mirio had to get in contact with someone whose quirk increased hair growth so they could get enough hair to make that fabric.

Chapter 141

I can’t wait to see Tamaki’s quirk animated. I want to see this kraken thing in all its glory

I like how in the story about why the underlings joined Hassaikai it continues the theme of how there’s so much wrong with the structure of the world. Like these guys, just like a few others from season three, found themselves sliding down the hierarchy until they were on the streets and at the bottom. Then comes Chisaki who gives them what the hero and common world won’t provide. Of course they will be loyal to him. It also illustrates why Tamaki can’t understand it. It’s not brain washing, Chisaki saved them from the streets in a society that doesn’t care once you hit rock bottom. It reminds me of that guy who could copy himself last season who didn’t realize he was damaging himself mentally in the process until he created an irreversible mental illness. The heroes would want nothing to do with that and so he had no logical place to go but villainy. The way the villains are going about fixing the situation is of course villainous, but I like that the narrative keeps showing us that the villains do have appoint, that their society is indeed broken and in need of some kind of repair. It’ll be interesting to see if the story gets to a point in which the heroes in turn begin to realize this. Or perhaps they won’t be able to realize it until the tables turn since they’re on the top of the hierarchy and don’t really analyze what’s in the shadows. It’s like I was saying a few chapters ago. While Midoriya, like Asta in Black Clover starts out as an outsider who wishes he could be on the inside, Midoriya as he becomes an insider, loses some of that outside perspective while Asta retains it. Even after meeting Endeavor and learning of his hidden villany, Midoriya doesn’t really question if other Endeavors exist in the hero world and the narrative doesn’t really go there either whereas in Black Clover there’s a constant theme of the nobility having a lot of problems and while some are starting to come around, there’s always another asshole to uncover, to challenge. One Piece does this too. There’s the Celestial Dragons and the Marines and once one problematic person gets their just deserts five more show up, but One Piece always tries to kill the evil dream rather than the bad guy for the most part and try to have them learn something if possible, and show that growth and change in society is a multi-level, multi-person effort. Anyway, it’s interesting how these manga all kind of tackle similar things in different ways and this is getting to be too big of a bullet point, but I should expand on this thought sometime properly.

Chapter 142

I think it’s interesting when we run into linguistic nuance in this series. Like for example the yakuza guys from the previous boss’ era clarifying that there are villains that have come into their yakuza group since Chisaki took over and started using the name Overhaul. Even though yakuza do bad things, there’s a distinction, at least to them, between themselves and villains.

Chapter 151

Honestly I would be the threat of STDs and STIs would put Chisaki off sex entirely come to think of it

Chapter 158

The thing is even if you destroy the quirk factor humans will still find yet another hierarchy to create. It’s what we do.

Chapter 159

Then again now that we’ve proven that Sir Nighteye’s quirk can be wrong (which honestly makes sense since the future should be fluid like time) then maybe I was wrong earlier in thinking that Yagi might just die coming up here sooner than later. Though I do know he will eventually die. Because he’s the mentor and because he’s probably like 50 years old anyway so by the time Midoriya gets to a point in which he’s passing on One for All, it’s probably unlikely that Yagi’s still living. Unless I’m wrong about that too and the manga isn’t ending on Midoriya telling his successor enough information to make an informed decision of course.

Chapter 160

Oh good. Spinner learned how to drive from video games.

Honestly surprised Chisaki didn’t consider the fact that when he talked about getting rid of all quirks he was basically threatening the League of Villains with possibly the biggest possible threat out there so of course Tomura was going to neutralize him instead of make him some kind of weirdo martyr.

Chapter 161

I love how Rock Lock’s baby has such a Rock Lock expression their face

Chapter 162

Mirio mentions being the “final hero” and it makes me wonder since Yagi gave Midoriya his quirk instead of Mirio if perhaps that shifted things so Midoriya will be this final hero. Or perhaps Final Hero is idek Mirio’s eventually vigilante name or something. Lots of options

#liveblog #manga liveblog #bnha manga liveblog #mha manga liveblog #bnha manga spoilers #mha manga spoilers #i read a lot of chapters #boku no hero academia #my hero academia

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promisedangel · 6 years ago

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Fresh Meat: Confinement- Chapter 16

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Chapter 16- Conclusions

Gaster looked down at the book hastily placed on his desk in front of him. The book had been opened to a page marked by a bookmark. He looked up briefly at Alphys on the other side of his desk. Despite rushing into his office, she wasn’t short of breath. She didn’t appear to have any signs of fatigue or expended energy. Instead, she stood tall and confident. Determined. He raised a ‘brow’ as he spoke incredulously, “A... night terror, you say?” Alphys nodded. She pointed a claw to the definition she had found on the page. Gaster calmly looked back down at the book before he picked it up and read it as Alphys spoke, “It describes exactly what happened to Chara last night. The screaming, the thrashing, the non-responsiveness, everything.” Gaster continued to read as he spoke, “Now that the ailment has been identified, it can be cured.” Alphys frowned, “Sir… if you keep reading… it says it can be caused by stress and PTSD.” Gaster raised a ‘brow’, “Are you honestly suggesting the human has Post Traumatic Stress Disorder?” Alphys’s determined gaze returned, “After everything they’ve experienced down here… I’m surprised they haven’t had symptoms like these sooner.”

Gaster shot an incredulous look towards Alphys for a moment. Gaster relaxed with a sigh. This topic wasn’t worth the debate. He decided to continue to examine the book. Alphys continued to speak, “From… what I read… there is no cure, but… if stress and PTSD is the cause… then simply being kinder to them could lessen these episodes and their severity.” Gaster gave a tone of contempt, “So, in other words, these episodes will continue unabated.” Alphys pressed the issue, “Sir, all we have to do is be kinder to Chara. Even you simply leaving them be shows some improvement!” Gaster placed the book down on his desk. He leaned his elbows on his desk. His chin rested on his folded hand. He frowned deeply with a serious gaze, “I have a job to do, Alphys. The human needs to stay put so I can extract blood for the substitute and conduct research on its soul. The human has constantly tried to escape and resisted during the initial soul research to the point that its soul cracked.” Alphys lowered her head and looked away, chastised, as Gaster continued, “So long as it continues to resist, I cannot afford to be kinder to it. If you want to let your guard down and let it try to escape, again, then that mistake is on your head when it runs into a feral monster and is devoured.” Alphys began to nervously fidget with her claws. Her voice was quiet as she spoke, “I… I am just trying to do my job, sir. I’m sorry.” Gaster relaxed his arms on his desk and sighed, “If you believe that being kinder to the human will lessen the severity of these night terrors, then I’d suggest you use that kindness to coerce it into obeying. To convince it to stay put.” Alphys hesitated, ��… and… what if the night terrors continue regardless, like you said?” Gaster replied dryly, “Then, we will have to deal with it, and take measures to ensure the human doesn’t hurt itself during these episodes. That may include binding its limbs at night if necessary.” Alphys’s eyes widened in horror. She retorted, “Sir! That will make them panic even more!” Gaster shot a glare at Alphys. He raised his voice slightly, “I only said if it proved necessary, Alphys!”

Alphys quieted immediately. She curled her hands and stood silently. Gaster closed the book. He extended it towards her. She took the book and cradled it in her arms. She silently turned to leave, but Gaster spoke up, “I have one more topic for us to discuss before you leave.” Alphys turned back toward her boss. Her gaze held curiosity and trepidation. She clutched the book tightly in her arms as she braced herself for whatever topic he had it store. She answered simply, nervously, “Y-Yes, sir?” Gaster reached into one of the drawers in his desk. He pulled out a small stack of papers and held it firmly in his hands. He looked towards Alphys with a calm gaze and tone, “I’ve found time to read your report on the correlation and causation between the human’s mental health and the damage to its soul.” Alphys blinked in surprise. Her posture relaxed. A small smile dawned on her face as her boss continued, “I must say that it was very well researched and put together. Easily your best put together report yet.” Alphys began to beam, “Th-Thank you, sir!” Gaster frowned in response. His tone became firm, “However…” Alphys frowned as Gaster flipped through the papers of her report. He spoke calmly, “The research used can only give us correlation. I will admit, this report has opened my mind to some small links between the crack and the human’s behavior I hadn’t noticed before. But, until the soul scanning device has been upgraded fully, the conclusions in this report are only a hypothesis at best. Not a sound theory.”

Distraught flashed on Alphys’s face. All that work only to have her theory made a hypothesis?! In part, she understood his reasoning; if there wasn’t enough hard evidence, then it would only be a hypothesis that only had some experimentation. Yet, to hear it, especially after over ten straight days of dedication, was disheartening. She hung her head. She’d have hung her arms if she wasn’t holding the book that led to the diagnosis of Chara’s episode. Instead, she clutched it tightly. Her body and arms began to shake a little. A lump formed in her throat. Gaster noticed this disappointment. Before he could speak. Alphys turned and ran out of his office, the door slammed behind her. Gaster could only pause at the sight of Alphys fleeing from his office. His mind a confused blank. He settled back into his desk with a sigh.

Only after she began to run down the hallways, did the tears Alphys held back finally drop from her eyes. She paused her running a few hallways away. She leaned on a nearby wall and began to sob. All while she clutched her book tightly.

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Chara was able to sleep with no more episodes, at least to their knowledge. No one else disturbed their sleep. Dreams returned to their mind. Nothing they hadn’t seen before. They were able to wake calmly in what they presumed to be morning. No knock on their door disturbed them. They were partially surprised they awoke before Alphys came with breakfast. All they could do was wait.

The familiar knock eventually came. Chara stood from their bed as Alphys spoke, “Hi… Chara… are you awake?” Chara raised a brow. That tone… it was… saddened? Chara approached the door and spoke, “Yes. Is… something wrong?” A sniffle sounded from the other side of the door, “O-Oh… I-I’m sorry. I guess I should have waited a little longer to um… compose myself.” The panel opened. A tray with a simple fruit salad, bread, and a glass of water was slid under. Chara sat down cross-legged and put the tray in their lap. Their tone was firm, but held concern, “What happened?” Alphys sat next to the door she sighed, “Well… I have some good news… and some bad news.” Chara tore into the bread. In between their chews, they muttered, “Fine… good news… first.”

Alphys’s tone turned calmer, “The good news is we know what happened last night. You had what’s called a night terror.” Chara blinked, the name was familiar, “I… I hear that term before… but I suppose I mistook it for another term for a nightmare.” Alphys shook her head, “According to the books, that is a common misconception. But… as we know… its a more intense experience.” “…Is there any cure?” Alphys groaned. She cupped her face lightly as she spoke, “That’s… part of the bad news.” Chara quickly finished off their piece of bread, “There is no cure.” “And the only way to mitigate the episodes… is to reduce your stress… to be nicer to you.” Chara paused. The fork they had raised to their mouth, skewered with some melon, lowered back into the bowl. A look of disbelief washed over them. A chuckle echoed from them for a few moments. Alphys silently let it pass. Chara spoke after their small fit of laughter, “These night terror will continue forever, then. Because he will never stop.” Alphys affirmed, “He… he said he couldn’t afford to be nice to you. Because of the substitute and soul research…” Chara smirked, “He would rather break my will to ensure I will stay in his grasp. I knew it.”

Alphys stood. She nearly cried out, “B-but! You have me! I-I know I can’t do much, but… I’ll comfort you any way I can! I promise I’ll be here for you!” Her voice became gently. She leaned on the door, “I… I’ll do what I can to mitigate whatever he does to you. I… I still have to obey his rules but… I’ll find ways to bend them… I promise.” Chara finished their breakfast as Alphys spoke. They frowned as they set the tray back on the floor, “Do you truly think he won’t notice?” Alphys sighed, “Maybe eventually… but… there are no cameras here… so…” Chara gently lifted the panel and pushed the tray out, “And what if there are cameras in that new room he is designing?” Alphys pushed the tray aside, “Well… they’re only cameras. They can only see us talking.” Chara raised a brow, “He has no audio recordings?” Alphys’s eyes narrowed in thought, “I… don’t think that’s possible… not with the level of technology we have at the moment.” Chara sat against the wall next to the door, by now, their usual spot. On the other side, Alphys mirrored their actions and sat down. Back to back if not for the wall. Chara sighed in relief, “That is good to know. Perhaps this could work, after all.”

Their tone turned serious, “However, you do know that if he finds out, there is the possibility he will order you to hurt me to punish both of us.” Alphys winced, “I… didn’t want to think about that. But… if it comes to it…” She grumbled, “I don’t know what I’d do. Hurting you would be against my job-“ Her tone and face brightened, “Hurting you would be against my job description as a caretaker! So, I can’t hurt you!” Chara snarked, “We will have to see if he agrees at a later date.” Alphys frowned, “I’m not going to hurt you. I… I have only just begun to have the substitute.” “Your energy has increased, correct?” Alphys hugged herself, “Yes… I’m not as tired… I haven’t had anymore… cravings other than for the substitute if I miss my dosage by a few hours. I’m… sure if I hugged you, I’d be fine.” “I do not want a hug right now.” Alphys gave a knowing smile, “But, you will need one again someday.”

Chara let loose a small chuckle. Alphys was quick to change the topic, “Oh! Um… he read the report.” Chara rolled their eyes, “Finally. And?” Alphys sounded desponded, “He handwaved my conclusions to a hypothesis… he said without the soul scanning device… my theory cannot be proven.” Chara hesitated. They bit their tongue softly. They knew it. They told her this would happen, that he wouldn’t listen. But by now, Chara knew better than to toss biter words at her. In their pause, Alphys spoke despondently, “You were right… he didn’t listen. I… don’t know if he’ll listen to me anymore.” “At least, not on the topic of my mental health.” “No… definitely not. But… like I said… I will help. I can listen and comfort you. If you want… I can try to come around more often. Even if it's only to hold your hand for a few minutes.” Chara smiled, “I will consider it. Thank you, Alphys.”

Alphys began to collect the tray, “Well… I should get going. I’ll… come again in the afternoon to check on you… okay?” Chara’s tone neutralized, “Okay.” Alphys replied kindly, “Bye.” “Goodbye for now.” Chara heard Alphys’s footsteps echo on the linoleum, and her tail lightly drag behind her.

An excerpt from the journal of Dr. W. D. Gaster

The human had an episode of inconsolable screaming and thrashing last night. Thanks to Alphys’s quick research, the ailment has been discovered to be called a “night terror”. Such ailment appears to be caused by stress. This could mean that the human’s will is close to its breaking point, much faster than I had predicted. However, Alphys argues in order to mitigate these episodes, I must be ‘nicer’ to the human. Something that I cannot afford to do so long as the human resists and attempts to escape. I must evaluate how far she’s fallen for the human’s tricks, as she appeared devastated on my reaction to her report on the human’s mental health. She may already be too far gone. Meanwhile, the development of the human’s new room is moving along as expected. While I wait for the human’s body to regain its lost blood, I will turn my focus to that task, while Serol’s team continues to iterate on the soul scanning beam. So far, everything is now settled into a new schedule.

#undertale predator au #predatortale #undertale au #undertale fresh meat #Confinement #fresh meat: confinement #gaster #w.d. gaster #alphys #chara #chapter 16 #fanfic #fanfiction

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DISCOVERED: Scraping By

Scraping By

In anticipation of the release of the Vulture, Drake Interplanetary has coordinated with Discovered to provide a number of experienced scavengers early models to test in the field. Chosen from a pool of hundreds of applicants, archaeologist Lorenzo Chernov proposed the exploration of a secluded debris field he discovered in the Idris system.

Here are excerpts from his logs.

BEGIN RECORDS:

2948.02.17_05:48 SET

Ok, here we go. Day one of exploring. Wonder what I should call this place. If this was an official UEE Archaeological Society expedition, it’d probably get something generic, like ‘Debris Field 8514J-Idris system’. At least I’ve landed on a name for this new salvage ship. I think they’re officially calling it the Vulture, but this one feels like Amaira to me. I’d like to give a big shout out to the folks at Drake for letting me try it out. Of course, they did have a bunch of stipulations, including that I record this audio log to track my adventures and what I like about the ship, what could be improved, and so on.

Plus, if this debris field is truly more than just a bunch of modern scrap, like I believe it is, then they’ll also get credit for making this mission happen. Definitely couldn’t run this op without Amaira’s help. No way I could afford to outfit the expedition with a Reclaimer, let alone the cost of crewing one.

I finished a general set of scans yesterday, so there’s a clear picture of how all the pieces were found. Analyzing them last night, I noticed a few larger pieces of detritus near the middle. They look like parts of a fuselage, maybe even a cockpit. They might be my best bet to determine what ships were involved, and more importantly, what era this wreckage is from. The debris is really dense around those pieces, so EVAing to them could be problematic. The last thing I want to do is upset the balance of materials and create a collision cascade. As Professor Haley used to say, “better to take your time than ruin the find.”

First thing this morning, I charted a path through the wreckage, but it’s going to take some work to get there. My initial estimate is that there are probably ten to fifteen ships here. Plus, there’s most likely additional material from vessels that were involved, but made it to safety.

Even though the picture isn’t clear yet, I get a gnawing feeling that this isn’t just the fallout of some racer kids gone stupid. Or a deal gone bad.

Then again, I’ve said that before…

All right, Amaira let’s get to work.

2948.02.28_20:34 SET

Amaira and I just returned from another run to Tanys. Sold the latest round of scrap and resupplied. Gotta remember to take the next load to a different shop. The desk jockey at Dumper’s remembered me and made conversation. Hopefully I didn’t say too much. Hate to have half the scrappers in the system turn up looking to score. I will say it was nice to talk to someone instead of just rambling into this thing all day long.

I probably didn’t need to leave Tanys heading in the wrong direction before making a series of random jumps back here. Mom always said I was overly cautious.

That applies here too. I’m doing everything by the book. EVAing over to every piece of debris, carefully scanning and cataloging it, and then determining if it’s worth saving or salvaging. So far, there’s been a lot less worth holding onto than I hoped. Nothing I’ve kept is actually important, just material sample for later analysis.

Oh wait, I almost forget, the Dumper’s clerk did mention something interesting. I guess the composition of the alloys I brought in last time was a bit unusual. I tried to play it cool and not press her for too many details, but that’s gotta be a good sign, right? I know ship manufacturers have adjusted their specs over the centuries thanks to technological advances, changes to their supply chain, or a whole bunch of other factors. A part of me wants to send a piece of debris for further analysis, but it’ll have to wait. I’m already cutting my budget pretty thin. The stuff I’m scrapping has been just enough to stay stocked on essentials and keep Amaira functional.

Honestly, I really couldn’t have done any of this without Amaira. So far I’ve got nothing but positive feedback on the Vulture. The tractor beam is super sticky, and the industrial-grade scraper chews through materials like a charm. Living quarters are even comfortable enough to make me forget I’m floating in some long-forgotten part of Idris, surrounded by a dozen or so ships that dueled to the death.

There is the smell, though. Not that it’s terrible, but if you folks at Drake do listen to this, couldn’t hurt to think about upgrading the O2 scrubbers a bit. Then again, maybe I’m just a little bit riper than average.

Time to grab a few hours of shut-eye, and get back to it.

2948.03.03_13:23 SET

Damn it, that did not go as planned.

Well, the good news is I was right. That big piece was definitely from a cockpit, looked like it was from an early Aegis ship too. Some of the control panel was still intact. Haven’t seen many like it, so I EVAed over for a better look.

That’s when I saw a piece of debris unlike any other, distinctly designed to look like a big feather. At that moment, I forgot all about the cockpit. That distinctive piece meant a Prowler was part of the wreckage.

Think I went woozy for a second before my rational brain began wondering about the cost to get the feather piece analyzed. There’s always a chance it’s a replica, since Esperia makes theirs so damn close to the real deal.

In my excitement, I redirected around the cockpit, completely forgetting that I hadn’t cleared the other side. For a second, I took my eyes off where I was going to change my suit’s scanner settings. Suddenly, I felt this dark presence above me. I looked up and slammed face first into a giant piece of metal debris.

It scared the hell out of me. I even thought I was partially blinded, only to later realize I’d cracked my faceplate. Luckily, the seal held. Needless to say, I overreacted. Course corrected back the way I came way too hard and way too fast. That slammed me into the cockpit piece, sending it spinning swiftly away, down the path I’d conveniently spent clearing these past weeks.

Everything inside of me wanted to take off after it. But that second collision really messed up my helmet. Guess I should’ve splurged for a better one, because this one started beeping about a ‘critical failure’, forcing me back here to patch it before it was too late.

I really messed up that last walk. That chunk of the cockpit is lost to the void and I didn’t even get a good scan of it. Still, I can’t stop smiling.

I think I’ve found a lost battle site from the First Tevarin War.

2948.03.03_22:09 SET

It took some work, but I got that piece of the Prowler into the hold. I don’t want to lose it, but it’s also taking up more space than I’d like. Keeping it back there will definitely cut into my bottom line when Amaira and I make runs to Tanys. Might have to find a place around here to leave it when heading back to civilization. It’s not an ideal solution, but I don’t want anyone to see it and start wondering why it’s not being scrapped. If I can swing the credits, it’d be worth setting up a mooring drone as a temporary fix. Then I could safely float any other large finds until I’m ready to hire a transport.

Despite the cockpit debacle earlier, I’d say today was a success. Tomorrow, I’ll start clearing a path to the piece that looks like it’s from a fuselage. Maybe I’ll find a few more pieces of the Prowler, if I’m lucky.

2948.03.08_01:36 SET

Well, I finally made it to that large piece of debris. It was definitely part of a fuselage. Spent hours inspecting it, but couldn’t find any maker’s marks. A part of me wanted to save it for further analysis, but to be honest, I really need the creds from the scrap. My trips to Tanys are becoming less and less frequent as I spend more time inspecting the stuff I’ve found. It’s becoming harder and harder to decide what’s worth saving and what’s safe to feed to the Vulture. Hell, it would’ve been nice if Drake had thrown in some supplies to save me the trouble, but I guess they wanted to see how she handled on the day-to-day.

Anyway, I felt bad having Amaira cut it into pieces, though I made sure it was properly scanned and cataloged before doing so. Despite the heartache, gotta say the scraping laser’s been a joy. Gonna take the scrap to Tanys tomorrow then come back here and keep searching.

2948.03.15_18:47 SET

Another day with nothing to report. Everything I came across was scrap. I figured by now I would have part of a component or something, anything, that could tell me more about what happened here. This is getting pretty darn frustrating.

Every day I stare at the Prowler piece and wonder when I’m going to find more. My working theory is that the rest of it was blown into unidentifiably small bits. Either way, based on the accumulated amount of wreckage I’ve found, if this is a lost battle site, then it’s pretty clear who came out on top.

To be honest, the lack of debris from Tevarin ships worries me. There’s a lingering fear that maybe this was just a random skirmish between gangs and one of them happened to have a new Prowler. I hope that’s not the case, but every day I don’t find something significant, I grow a little more worried that I’ve been wasting my time picking through random debris from a week ago.

I’m understanding why so many of my colleagues prefer digging planetside. The dating is so much easier.

2948.03.19_05:22 SET

Today was… well, technically yesterday, was the day I’ve been waiting for. After weeks of slowly shifting through random debris, I finally found something undeniably significant – a black box.

I rushed it back to Amaira and immediately started my examination. When the date of the last log popped up, I… ok, I’ll admit it, I freaked out. I screamed. I jumped around until I was out of breath. The last recorded date on it was October 1, 2544.

That’s right, not only is this wreckage from the First Tevarin War, it’s actually from the Battle of Idris IV. The infamous Operation Nemesis that was almost a complete disaster until a young Ivan Messer turned the tides of the battle and arguably the entire war.

Once I calmed down, I dug through the logs to figure out why these ships ended up all the way out here. From what I can tell, this spot became a rallying point. These ships fell back here to regroup after surviving the surprise attack by the Tevarin’s planetary defense system. I’m not exactly sure what happened once they were all here, but it obviously didn’t turn out well for them.

I really should get to sleep, but there are still so many things to figure out. Like, should I report the discovery right away, or wait until I’m done examining the entire debris field? Feels weird to walk away in the middle of exploring it, but I could probably land some grants to hire a proper crew. That would make examining the rest of the debris so much easier, but probably take months to organize. Not sure if I can handle waiting that long before finding out what else is out here…

I should really send my Mom a comm too. She’s gonna lose it when she finds out I was right. Maybe I should take Amaira back to Tanys tomorrow and send it via a secure comm to ensure it doesn’t get hacked. What… a… day!!

Lorenzo Chernov’s discovery brought further clarity to the fog of war surrounding the Battle of Idris IV. Careful examination of the discovered black box revealed that the wreckage was mainly members of the 12th Squadron. Their fate was previously unknown, though many historians assumed they had been destroyed by Tevarin planetary defenses. This site proved they had survived the initial assault and were in the midst of planning a counterstrike when they came under attack from Tevarin forces.

Though the Prowler debris proved to be authentic, no other Tevarin ship pieces were found. While the site clarified the fate of the 12th Squadron, it is hoped that further research may reveal how they were so handily wiped out in this small corner of space. The recovered ship remains have been transferred to the Naval Museum on MacArthur, where plans are in progress for them to be placed on display.

#star citizen #squadron 42

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sad-ch1ld · 6 years ago

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via RSI Comm-Link

Scraping By

Here are excerpts from his logs.

BEGIN RECORDS:

2948.02.17_05:48 SET

Even though the picture isn’t clear yet, I get a gnawing feeling that this isn’t just the fallout of some racer kids gone stupid. Or a deal gone bad.

Then again, I’ve said that before…

All right, Amaira let’s get to work.

2948.02.28_20:34 SET

I probably didn’t need to leave Tanys heading in the wrong direction before making a series of random jumps back here. Mom always said I was overly cautious.

Time to grab a few hours of shut-eye, and get back to it.

2948.03.03_13:23 SET

Damn it, that did not go as planned.

I really messed up that last walk. That chunk of the cockpit is lost to the void and I didn’t even get a good scan of it. Still, I can’t stop smiling.

I think I’ve found a lost battle site from the First Tevarin War.

2948.03.03_22:09 SET

2948.03.08_01:36 SET

2948.03.15_18:47 SET

I’m understanding why so many of my colleagues prefer digging planetside. The dating is so much easier.

2948.03.19_05:22 SET

Today was… well, technically yesterday, was the day I’ve been waiting for. After weeks of slowly shifting through random debris, I finally found something undeniably significant – a black box.

#RSI Comm-Link #star citizen #roberts space industries

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