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IâVE FIGURED IT OUT
ITâS THE SAME HAND
This is the single illustration of the ancient Interlopers that we have pretty much at all. Itâs from the Twilight Princess manga. The Interlopers, or the Dark Interlopers as theyâre sometimes called, were powerful magic users who tried to take control of the Sacred Realm and were subsequently banished. Banished to the Twilight Realm.
The Interlopers became the Twili. And I think the Zonai were the Interlopers.
We donât know much about the Zonai, but we do know two things: They were âstrong magic wieldersâ (from the Zelda fandom wiki), and they disappeared. The stories match.
And honestly, what better way to subvert the theme of an endless cycle of light versus dark than to explore the people who discovered the in-between?
#honestly I thought this was a crack theory until I found that panel#on another note Iâve started to seriously consider the practicality of a conspiracy board to figure this shit out#but I decided thatâs what tumblr is for#totk#loz totk#totk link#botw totk#totk trailer#totk theory#nintendo direct#loz#loz botw#loz tears of the kingdom#loz tp#loz twilight princess#twilight princess#legend of zelda midna#legend of zelda#tears of the kingdom
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Zor/Phantom backstory drabble
I am honestly excited for IEYTD4 to come and disprove my theory/headcanon about Zor and the Phantom. In the meantime, it's good fanfic fodder.
Suddenly, the door to the room slammed shut. A mechanical hum reverberated to the room. V felt a pull on her waist, which sent her flying towards a wall. She saw Zor fly towards the other wall, head-first. His head struck it with a sickening crack. He slumped, head held firmly in place.
"Zor!" shouted V, "Zor, are you alright?"
"I'm fine, just⌠concussed. Probably bleeding. The walls are magnetized, if you undo your belt you should be fine."
The ceiling above them clanged open, revealing spikes. The spikes began to descend with a grinding screech.
"Just hold on, I'll be right there!" V struggled to get at the clasp of her belt.
Excalibur's voice crackled to life over the intercoms. "Oh my, it looks like love on the battlefield really does exist. How disgusting."
"You're going to die slow, Excalibur," spat Zor with a second wind fueled by rage.
"Don't make promises you can't keep, doctor. I suppose this is where I should berate you for choosing personal feelings over loyalty, but I was going to kill you anyways. You're simply too dangerous to keep around. But I should thank you for luring an agent into a death trap. Even if this time wasn't intentional." Excalibur laughed maniacally, then cut the audio.
V unclasped her belt, freeing herself from the wall. "I suppose it's a good thing you took my gun and tools, or else that would've been a lot harder."
"You'll still need them now, to get at the control box." Zor grunted, trying to push off from the wall. "If you can just unscrew the false panel, we can disable it."
"Here, let me unclasp you belt-"
"That won't help, my mask is what's magnetized."
"I thought gold wasn't magnetic."
"It isn't! But it's also expensive, this is gold-frosted steel."
The spikes from the ceiling descended ever closer. With some effort, V shoved Zor down into a sitting position. But with V's tools at Zor's waist, they couldn't maneuver to muscle even a screwdriver away from the wall.
Their last moments alive, and they couldn't even look each other in the eyes because of Zor's mask. V slumped to the ground next to him.
Zor clasped his hand around V's. "I love you."
"Zor, I-"
The spiked ceiling screeched to a halt.
Zor scoffed, "Don't tell me he forgot the launch codes to the doomsday device."
"Doomsday device?"
The knob to the door began to jiggle. Muffled cursing rang out, and finally the door popped open. Agent R walked into the room, smiling when he saw V.
"R! You saved us."
"Of course! We are partners, after all. You have my complete trust and loyalty. I'm not about to let the likes of Excalibur take you out." Agent R looked over at Zor, still pinned to the wall by the magnetic trap. "And you've finally captured Zor, too! Well, it looks like this mission is a success."
"Er, right. That's a bit more complicated," said V. "Look, the walls are still magnetized, you'll have to take your watch and belt off."
"Right-o!" Agent R undid his watch, then his belt with his toolkit in it. He walked over to look Zor in the face. He saw his own face reflected in Zor's golden mask.
V rifled through R's toolkit, then pried the tazer-pen away from the wall.
"Now, I know standard procedure is to wait until extraction for interrogation, but I don't think the Handler would mind if I got a peak under that mask. I've been on the edge of my seat about it this whole time!" Agent R lifted a hand up to Zor's mask. "Now, where is the clasp-"
"I'm sorry, Reggie." V shot Agent R with the tazer-pen. He crumpled to the ground instantly.
Zor let out a sigh of relief as V rifled through the rest of Agent R's toolkit. V finally found Agent R's trusty screwdriver, and used it to pry open the control panel for the magnetic trap.
"Remove the grounding screws and then cut the wires in alphabetical order by color," said Zor. "Otherwise you'll set off the electrified floor."
"And here I thought only you came up with convoluted traps."
Zor paused, "Well, this is one of mine, too. I did most of the security engineering for Excalibur."
V gave him a look, then disabled the magnetic field. Zor pried themself away from the wall, stretching their muscles in relief.
V looked down at Agent R's snoring body. "It's really all over, isn't it?"
"Reggie, huh? I suppose he didn't seem too bad," Zor scratched the back of his head. "For an EOD agent, anyways. I don't mind taking care of him if it's too sensitive for you."
"Take care of-" V stepped back. This wasn't happening. "No! We're not killing R."
"Well, we can't just let him report back to EOD. They'd kill you." Zor scoffed, then leveled his pistol at Agent R. "This is for your own good."
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feelings are fatal (12/24)
pairing: bucky barnes x reader, past steve rogers x reader
word count:Â 4,355
summary: After the events of Endgame, you struggle to come to terms with what youâve lost, though youâre learning that you still have something to gain.
chapter warnings: swearing, mentions of sterilization, gunshot wound, oblivious!reader
masterlist
a/n: Lmao Iâm sorry, yâall. 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. Â His eyes kept darting over to the hallway, though he was trying to read something on his tablet, a newspaper or ebook or something.
âYou alright, man?â He asked. Â He continued to chop the bell peppers for his sandwich, though his focus was on the super soldier.
âYeah!â He said, a little too quickly and a little too brightly.  A blush spread over his cheeks as he cleared his throat.  âUhâŚâ  He glanced back at the hallway.  âHave you seen Y/N today?â
âNo, why?â
âItâs past noon and she didnât get breakfast or go to training.â
Ah. Â So thatâs what it was. Â Sam figured that it would have something to do with youâthe man trailed after like a lovesick puppy, after all. Â It was always âY/N thisâ and âY/N thatâ and honestly, if he didnât love you as much as he did, it wouldâve been annoying.
Not that heâd ever let Bucky know how sweet it was.
âSheâs still upset about the mission,â Bucky said with a slight frown. Â Heâd been trying for the past four days to get you out of your funk, but nothing was working.
âWhat if you took her out?â Sam asked. Â âItâs been a while since the two of you went on one of your city dates, right? Â You could take her to the aquarium or something.â
He raised his eyebrows, looking a little skeptical. âThe aquarium?â
âYeah, man.â Â When Bucky just stared at him, he rolled his eyes. Â âCome on, the aquarium is a perfect date spot. Â Itâs cute and romantic and all that shit.â
âDate?!â
The super soldier looked so scared that he had to laugh. âYeah, a date,â he said, clapping his hand on the other manâs back. Â âItâs about time that you asked her on one.â
âBut sheâs notââ
âYeah, she is.â
Bucky froze, looking at him with wide blue eyes. He looked so hopeful. Â âYou think so?â
âI know so,â he said, nodding towards the hall that his best friend kept staring at. Â âShe hasnât mentioned Steve in weeks. Â She didnât get upset at the family.â Â A sly smirk tugged at his lips. Â âAnd we all saw you two when she freaked out at family dinner. Â Girlâs into you.â Â When the other man didnât move, he gave him a little shove. Â âGo on. Â Sheâs gonna want time to shower and get ready, and then itâs at least an hour drive.â
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. Â âY/N?â Â 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. Â 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.
âY/N, sugar,â he cooed as he carefully sat on the edge of the bed. Â All the anxiety from before had vanished. Â All that mattered was making sure you were okay. Â âMalenâkaya, I know youâre awake,â he said as he rubbed your ankle. Â Knowing that you werenât 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. Â A pout was on your pretty lips as you sat up, drawing your knees up to your chest. Â âWhat do you want?â You huffed.
âNice to see you, too,â he said. Â He tugged on the blanket, grinning when you yanked it out of his grasp. Â âYou need to get up. Â Weâre going to the city.â
âWhy?â You asked, resting your chin your kneecaps.
âBecause,â he said, drawing out the word as he reached out, pulling on your legs to drag you closer to him. Â His face was just a few inches from yours, his blue eyes locked with yours. Â âYouâve been holing yourself up in here for days. Â You need some sunshine.â
You shook your head. Â âButââ
âI know youâre scared,â Bucky said, resting his forehead against yours. Â âBut you canât let fear rule your life. Â If you let them scare you into hiding away in your room, HYDRA wins.â Â His hands were warm on your calves. Â âIâll be there with you, okay?â
Taking in a deep breath, you nodded. Â âOkay. Â Just let me shower and get ready.â
âIâll have lunch ready for you when youâre done.â He pressed a kiss to your forehead, sending shivers down your spine. Â âI wonât let anything happen to you, malenâkaya.â
âAnd this is your bathroom,â Natasha said as she opened up the door on the right side of what was apparently going to be your bedroom. Â The redhead chewed her bottom lip nervously as she watched you take it all in. Â âDo you like it?â
âI do,â you said, barely audible. Â You plastered on a smile for her despite knowing that sheâd be able to see right through it. âThank you, Nat.â
She seemed to relax a little. Â âIâll get out of your hair and let you shower. Â We could order pizza afterwards? Â If you want?â
âThat sounds good,â you said, waiting until the door had shut behind her to let the smile drop.
You knew that she meant well, really. Â You did. Â But she had been hovering and all you wanted to do was cry.
âNo. Â No crying,â you told yourself as you stared at the panel in the wall that you assumed controlled the shower. Â 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 couldnât 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. Â âStrange,â you muttered, eying the square that the water had come from.
Natasha had told you that the compound was high tech, but you hadnât expected that.
Stripping down, you kicked the clothes that the Red Room had given you off to the side. Â Just looking at them reminded you of cold nights handcuffed to a bed.
Youâd 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 didnât know yet. Â You couldnât bring yourself to tell her when sheâd pulled you into the quinjet. Â Sheâd even asked you if you were okay, if theyâd done anything to you. Â But between the terrified look in her eyes and the man youâd learn was named Clint in the pilotâs seat, you couldnât bring yourself to tell her about it.
Youâd do it later that night. Â Yes. Â That would have to do.
The water was as hot as it could go, scalding your skin as you stepped underneath the spray. Â But you hardly noticed it. Â After a lifetime of cold showers, the heat was all you ever wanted. Â 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. Â It felt so good to be able to take your time, lathering it in your hair. Â 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. Â The mirror was fogged up, the tiles slippery. Â But you didnât notice, too stuck in the luxury of cleanliness.
But the reverie was broken by a knock on the door. Â âY/N, you okay?â Natasha called from the other side.
âYeah! Â Iâm okay!â You called back, letting your head fall back against the shower wall with a sigh.
âWhere are we going?â You asked Bucky as the two of you slipped into one of Tonyâs cars.
Well, now they were considered the teamâs. Â But whatever.
âItâs a surprise,â he said as he entered the address into the GPS. Â Luckily, it didnât immediately announce where the two of you were going, but that mightâve had to do with the fact that F.R.I.D.A.Y. knew about his little plan and knew not to spoil it. Â His eyes flickered over to you as he pulled out of the garage. Â âBut I promise you, youâll love it.â
âPinky promise?â
He was surprised to find your left pinky held up for him to take, your eyebrows raised expectantly. Â âOh, yeah,â he said with a teasing glint in his eyes. Â Even so, he still hooked his pink with yours. âMy pinky promises.â
It was worth it, seeing the smile that it put on your face.
âHave I ever told you that youâre an asshole?â You asked, leaning forward to fiddle with the radio.
âNot in a few days, but Iâm sure itâs coming.â
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. Â 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 didnât mind. Â He liked seeing you so peaceful. Â 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. Â It was a little calmer than usual, since it was in the middle of a weekday. Â âSugar,â he said as he gently shook your awake. Â As you blinked sleepily at him, he continued, âWeâre here.â
âWhereâs âhere?ââ 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. Â âYou brought me to the aquarium?!â
And okay, maybe Sam was a little smarter about dating than Bucky was. Â Even though this technically wasnât a date, since he hadnât asked you.
Maybe he shouldâve done that.
But none of that really mattered as he was watching you try to contain your excitement. Â Your eyes were lighter than heâd seen them in the past few days, the rain clouds in your mind having parted for at least a little while.
âCome on, weâve only got a few hours,â 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. Â Which may have been all of them.
And you felt happy. Â For the first time in days, you hadnât felt the overbearing weight of HYDRA on your shoulders, hadnât thought about the fact that they were coming for you. Â That they wouldnât stop until they had you or you were dead.
But you knew that Bucky wouldnât allow that. Â Your James.
Because thatâs what he had become. Â Your James. Â You hadnât really known why you started calling him as such until you were lying in bed the other night, and you realized. Â Youâd never known his real name, back in the Red Room. Â Youâd only ever known him as the Soldat or the Asset. You didnât 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. Youâd always loved sharks, even though you had a very healthy fear of them. Â It was part of why you never went into the ocean too often. Â That was their home, and you werenât about to invade it.
A memory flickered in the back of your mind, like an old film that you hadnât seen in years. Â Of Steveâa younger Steve, who still had a little bit of faith in the world around him, hope in his baby blue eyesâdriving 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. Â Like the sun and the moon. Â Steve burned so brightly, with his habit of seeing the world in black and white and grandiose speeches. Â He was beautiful, yes. Â But you had flown to close, like Icarus, and youâd fallen back to Earth in a mess of feathers and wax.
But Bucky. Â Oh, Bucky. He was like the moon. Â He was beautiful in a different way, with his battle scars and hard outer shell. Â But if you really knew him, he was the most loving person youâd ever known. Â 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 heâd 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. Heâd always put you first, even before his best friend left, even before the Snap. Â Heâd taken you here because there was no where else heâd rather beânot the gym, not a mission. Â Nowhere.
âWhat the fuck is wrong with you?!â
You winced as Natasha helped you walk towards the miniature medical bay inside the quinjet, pressing your hand over the wound currently spewing blood. Â A bullet was lodged right above your hipbone. Â âBucky, itâs fine,â you said as the redhead helped you up onto the hospital bed. Â âWouldâve been a lot worse if they hit bone.â
âLike hell it is!â 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. Â âYou got shot!â
âI have to agree with Barnes on this one,â Nat said with a huff as she pulled up your shirt. Â She handed you a piece of leather to bite into, since you all were out of morphine and there was no way theyâd 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.
âWe needed food,â Steve said with narrowed eyes, crossing his arms over his chest.
âThen you couldâve gone!â
âBucky, I offered,â 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. Â She hated seeing you in so much pain, hated that sheâd allowed Steve to drag you into this mess after the Accords. Â As much as she loved having you close, she much rather wouldâve preferred you home and safe, even if it was in a cell.
At least you wouldnât be suffering from bullet wounds then.
âThat doesnât matter,â the former Winter Soldier said as he made his way to your side. Â âYou shouldnât have been out there alone.â
None of you had ever seen him like this. Â In the months that youâd spent on the run so far, heâd been quiet and withdrawn, only really talking with Steve.
It hurt, knowing that he didnât recognize you.
âYou and Natasha were on recon, and Sam and I were planning our next move,â 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. Â âSqueeze as hard as you need to, sugar,â he said, his heart aching as he watched you. Heâd 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. âI can take it, I promise.â
âIt was a risk she knewââ
âThat doesnât mean she has to take it!â He snapped, his eyes fixing back on the blond. Â âAnd thatâs another thing, I donât think Natasha or I appreciate not being told that she was going to be going out by herself.â Â
âI wasnât aware that I had to ask for your or Natashaâs permission.â
âItâs not asking permission! Â Itâs being a team! Â Letting everyone know where someone is! Â We thought Y/N was safe on the quinjet with you, not getting shot while grabbing groceries! Â Groceries that are now gone, might I add!â
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. Â âYou shouldâve gone with herââ
âShe wouldâve been more likely to be recognized ifââ
âWell, it happened anyway!â Â His jaw was clenched as he stared him down. Â Fury was absolutely boiling in his veins. Â âAt least she wouldnât have been alone, and she wouldnât 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.â
That was a low blow. Â 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. Â He squeezed your hand softly, his eyes meeting yours. Â It was a silent apology for getting angry and yelling at your boyfriend, you knew. Â 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. Â âIâm so sorry, doll,â he said, his eyes searching your face as he took your hand.
âYeah,â you said as you forced yourself to smile for your boyfriend of two years. Â âI know.â
You stared at Bucky, watching as the blue light from the water above rippled over his face. Â He looked so content, being here with you. Â He wasnât thinking about the next mission or training. Â He was just enjoying the moment.
His hand was still in yours, his thumb gently caressing the back of yours. Â 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. Â 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. Â You wanted to make him laugh with every stupid joke you could think of. Â You wanted to make him moan as you pressed soft open-mouthed kisses to his every single one of his scars. Â You wanted to make every bad thing that had ever happened to him disappear.
You wanted him.
Buckyâs brows furrowed as he turned to look at you, seeming to realize that you werenât looking at the multitude of sharks that were swimming overhead. Â âY/N?â
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. Â Every stereotypical thing that youâve ever read seemed to happen all at once. Â Butterflies exploded in your stomach. Â Your knees went weak, and if it werenât for Buckyâs arm around your waist, you wouldâve fallen to the ground. Â Hell, the entire universe outside of the two of you ceased to exist.
Your eyes popped open as you realized what youâd done, jerking away from him.  The spell between the two of you was broken as you took a step back.  âI-Iâm so sorry,â you stammered.  Your cheeks flamed as you turned away from him, not wanting to see the rejection in his eyes.  âWe⌠We should go.â
Bucky watched as you walked away, heading for the car. Â His heart had shattered inside his chest. Â After literal years of pining after you, heâd finally gotten the perfect first kiss with you. It was better than anything he had imagined. Â 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 youâd pushed him away.
Not only that, youâd ran. Â Literally ran away from him.
Sam was wrong. Â You werenât ready. Â Or maybe you just werenât into him.
âOf course, she isnât,â Bucky muttered to himself as he slapped a hand to his forehead. Â âSheâs your best friendâs ex-girlfriend, for crying out loud.â
âYou alright, son?â
He turned to see an older man standing off to the side.  âUh⌠ I donât know,â he admitted honestly as he turned to look at the sharks.  He needed a few minutes to compose himself before he faced you.
âYou want to talk about it?â The man asked, moving to stand next to him.
âIâm in love with this girl,â he started, sighing as his hands gripped the railing. Â âAnd she kissed me, but then she ran. Â Said it was a mistake.â
âWas it that girl that just ran out of here like a bat straight outta hell?â
He let out a weak laugh, nodding. Â âYeah, thatâs her.â
The old man hummed, shoving his hands into his pockets. Â âSheâs pretty.â
Bucky felt tears sting his eyes as he nodded. Â âThe prettiest.â
âI can tell you right now, no girl runs like that if she doesnât feel anything,â 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.
âGive her time,â he said, his eyes glittering behind his glasses as he watched a shark pass overhead. Â âSheâs probably just scared of what sheâs feeling.â Â He couldnât help but laugh as he shook his head. Â âWhen I met my Joan, I was supposed to be going on a blind date with a different girl. Â Told her I loved her the second I saw her.â Â He looked back at Bucky, his brown eyes shining with memories. Â âYou two have that kind of love. Â I can see it. Â But not everything can happen in the blink of an eye.â
And as much as he wanted to tell the man that heâd been waiting for years, he understood what he was saying. Â 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. Â Who gives a shit?
âThank you,â he said, breaking off when he realized he didnât have the manâs name.
âStan,â the old man said with a knowing smile, before nodding back towards the way youâd run off. Â âGo after her. Â And remember, take your time. Â Something that lasts has to have a steady foundation.â
Bucky nodded once, before running after you. Even if you didnât 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. Â Your mind was racing as you waited for Bucky to come out of the aquarium.
How the hell could you have been so stupid? Â You were his best friendâs ex-girlfriend! Â The one he left without a goodbye! Â 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.
âY/N? Â You okay?â
You looked up to see the man in question standing a few feet away from you. Â His brows were furrowed, his weight shifting back and forth between his heels and the balls of his feet.
âYeah, Iâmââ Â You broke off, swallowing down the lump in your throat. Â âHi.â
A faint smile lit up his features. Â âHey.â
âIâm really sorry about jumping you like that,â you said slowly, your cheeks flaming as you looked down at the ground. Â âCan we just forget about it?â
âWhatever you want,â he said, wincing as he realized how it couldâve been taken.
âGood,â you said with a sigh of relief as you looked up at him again. Â âBecause youâre my best friend, and I donât want to ruin this.â
He nodded as he stepped around to the driverâs side, unlocking the car so both of you could get in. Â âMe neither,â 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 wasnât into you, it was the best damn kiss youâd ever had.
#bucky barnes x you#bucky x you#bucky barnes x y/n#bucky x y/n#bucky x reader#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes imagine#bucky barnes fic
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Not sure how long Viz had this offer up but Iâve got until tomorrow to read all of this for free so here we go~
BnHA/MHA chapters 122 â 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 youâve seen your senpai naked on national TV
lol âHis [Mirioâs] face is a good one. Easy to draw.â
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
Yagiâs got some solid reasons for not being on board with this whole letâs send the sixteen-year-olds to war idea, but it also cracks me up weâre getting peanut gallery commentary from the other teachers in the teachersâ office in the background of the panels.
lol âThree, itâd be awkward for meâ but also another solid reason
â..youâve got to make him smileâ âHeâs got a lot of respect for humorâ something something King Kai
Tickle Hell. Why WHY are you like this, Horokoshi?
Of course Sir Nighteyeâs a Capricorn. Of course he is.
Chapter 131
Letâs be perfectly honest here, with Yagiâs 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 Nighteyeâs foresight will come to pass. It would also make sense since the manga feels currently (in the 240âs) like itâs 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 whateverâs 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
Tamakiâs quirk is basically you are what you eat. Iâm screaming. lol
Chisakiâs plan kind of reminds me how in a way Black Clover and BnHA are tackling some similar questions and themes. Thereâs a hierarchy thatâs 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 weâre starting to see a shift in narrative with the storyâs 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). Itâs interesting to watch the similarities and differences in Tabata and Horokoshiâs approaches to questioning and challenging concepts like tradition, system, structure, and inequality.
I already know what Eriâs power does and how sheâs basically the X-Men mutation cure plot point, so that actually kind of helps here I think. Thank goodness Kirishimaâs quirk is basically a defense against needles (that must have been a pain at the doctorâs office for all adults involved as a kid)
Chapter 135
I love Tamaki ngl
Chapter 136
Even though theyâre being more blatant in this chapter, I do like that once itâs revealed that Sir Nighteye saw how Yagi will die, itâs 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 Midoriyaâs desire to want to do more for Eri when he met her arrogance, trying to play things as safe as possible, etcâŚetc⌠and now heâs reluctant to use his quirk and it all comes back to foreseeing his good friend/mentor/heroâs death even if itâs 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 itâs 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 isnât 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 canât wait to see Tamakiâs 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 thereâs 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 wonât provide. Of course they will be loyal to him. It also illustrates why Tamaki canât understand it. Itâs not brain washing, Chisaki saved them from the streets in a society that doesnât care once you hit rock bottom. It reminds me of that guy who could copy himself last season who didnât 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. Itâll be interesting to see if the story gets to a point in which the heroes in turn begin to realize this. Or perhaps they wonât be able to realize it until the tables turn since theyâre on the top of the hierarchy and donât really analyze whatâs in the shadows. Itâs 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 doesnât really question if other Endeavors exist in the hero world and the narrative doesnât really go there either whereas in Black Clover thereâs a constant theme of the nobility having a lot of problems and while some are starting to come around, thereâs always another asshole to uncover, to challenge. One Piece does this too. Thereâs 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, itâs 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 itâs interesting when we run into linguistic nuance in this series. Like for example the yakuza guys from the previous bossâ 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, thereâs 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. Itâs what we do.
Chapter 159
Then again now that weâve proven that Sir Nighteyeâs 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 heâs the mentor and because heâs probably like 50 years old anyway so by the time Midoriya gets to a point in which heâs passing on One for All, itâs probably unlikely that Yagiâs still living. Unless Iâm wrong about that too and the manga isnât 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 didnât 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 Lockâs baby has such a Rock Lock expression their face
Chapter 162
Mirio mentions being the âfinal heroâ 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 Mirioâs eventually vigilante name or something. Lots of options
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Fresh Meat: Confinement- Chapter 16
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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 wasnât short of breath. She didnât appear to have any signs of fatigue or expended energy. Instead, she stood tall and confident. Determined. He raised a âbrowâ as he spoke incredulously, âA... night terror, you say?â 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, âIt describes exactly what happened to Chara last night. The screaming, the thrashing, the non-responsiveness, everything.â Gaster continued to read as he spoke, âNow that the ailment has been identified, it can be cured.â Alphys frowned, âSir⌠if you keep reading⌠it says it can be caused by stress and PTSD.â Gaster raised a âbrowâ, âAre you honestly suggesting the human has Post Traumatic Stress Disorder?â Alphysâs determined gaze returned, âAfter everything theyâve experienced down here⌠Iâm surprised they havenât had symptoms like these sooner.â
Gaster shot an incredulous look towards Alphys for a moment. Gaster relaxed with a sigh. This topic wasnât worth the debate. He decided to continue to examine the book. Alphys continued to speak, âFrom⌠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.â Gaster gave a tone of contempt, âSo, in other words, these episodes will continue unabated.â Alphys pressed the issue, âSir, all we have to do is be kinder to Chara. Even you simply leaving them be shows some improvement!â 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, âI 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.â Alphys lowered her head and looked away, chastised, as Gaster continued, âSo 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.â Alphys began to nervously fidget with her claws. Her voice was quiet as she spoke, âI⌠I am just trying to do my job, sir. Iâm sorry.â Gaster relaxed his arms on his desk and sighed, âIf you believe that being kinder to the human will lessen the severity of these night terrors, then Iâd suggest you use that kindness to coerce it into obeying. To convince it to stay put.â Alphys hesitated, ���⌠and⌠what if the night terrors continue regardless, like you said?â Gaster replied dryly, âThen, we will have to deal with it, and take measures to ensure the human doesnât hurt itself during these episodes. That may include binding its limbs at night if necessary.â Alphysâs eyes widened in horror. She retorted, âSir! That will make them panic even more!â Gaster shot a glare at Alphys. He raised his voice slightly, âI only said if it proved necessary, Alphys!â
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, âI have one more topic for us to discuss before you leave.â 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, âY-Yes, sir?â 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, âIâve found time to read your report on the correlation and causation between the humanâs mental health and the damage to its soul.â Alphys blinked in surprise. Her posture relaxed. A small smile dawned on her face as her boss continued, âI must say that it was very well researched and put together. Easily your best put together report yet.â Alphys began to beam, âTh-Thank you, sir!â Gaster frowned in response. His tone became firm, âHoweverâŚâ Alphys frowned as Gaster flipped through the papers of her report. He spoke calmly, âThe 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 humanâs behavior I hadnât 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.â
Distraught flashed on Alphysâs face. All that work only to have her theory made a hypothesis?! In part, she understood his reasoning; if there wasnât 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. Sheâd have hung her arms if she wasnât holding the book that led to the diagnosis of Charaâs 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 hadnât 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, âHi⌠Chara⌠are you awake?â Chara raised a brow. That tone⌠it was⌠saddened? Chara approached the door and spoke, âYes. Is⌠something wrong?â A sniffle sounded from the other side of the door, âO-Oh⌠I-Iâm sorry. I guess I should have waited a little longer to um⌠compose myself.â 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, âWhat happened?â Alphys sat next to the door she sighed, âWell⌠I have some good news⌠and some bad news.â Chara tore into the bread. In between their chews, they muttered, âFine⌠good news⌠first.â
Alphysâs tone turned calmer, âThe good news is we know what happened last night. You had whatâs called a night terror.â Chara blinked, the name was familiar, âI⌠I hear that term before⌠but I suppose I mistook it for another term for a nightmare.â Alphys shook her head, âAccording to the books, that is a common misconception. But⌠as we know⌠its a more intense experience.â ââŚIs there any cure?â Alphys groaned. She cupped her face lightly as she spoke, âThatâs⌠part of the bad news.â Chara quickly finished off their piece of bread, âThere is no cure.â âAnd the only way to mitigate the episodes⌠is to reduce your stress⌠to be nicer to you.â 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, âThese night terror will continue forever, then. Because he will never stop.â Alphys affirmed, âHe⌠he said he couldnât afford to be nice to you. Because of the substitute and soul researchâŚâ Chara smirked, âHe would rather break my will to ensure I will stay in his grasp. I knew it.â
Alphys stood. She nearly cried out, âB-but! You have me! I-I know I canât do much, but⌠Iâll comfort you any way I can! I promise Iâll be here for you!â Her voice became gently. She leaned on the door, âI⌠Iâll do what I can to mitigate whatever he does to you. I⌠I still have to obey his rules but⌠Iâll find ways to bend them⌠I promise.â Chara finished their breakfast as Alphys spoke. They frowned as they set the tray back on the floor, âDo you truly think he wonât notice?â Alphys sighed, âMaybe eventually⌠but⌠there are no cameras here⌠soâŚâ Chara gently lifted the panel and pushed the tray out, âAnd what if there are cameras in that new room he is designing?â Alphys pushed the tray aside, âWell⌠theyâre only cameras. They can only see us talking.â Chara raised a brow, âHe has no audio recordings?â Alphysâs eyes narrowed in thought, âI⌠donât think thatâs possible⌠not with the level of technology we have at the moment.â 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, âThat is good to know. Perhaps this could work, after all.â
Their tone turned serious, âHowever, you do know that if he finds out, there is the possibility he will order you to hurt me to punish both of us.â Alphys winced, âI⌠didnât want to think about that. But⌠if it comes to itâŚâ She grumbled, âI donât know what Iâd do. Hurting you would be against my job-â Her tone and face brightened, âHurting you would be against my job description as a caretaker! So, I canât hurt you!â Chara snarked, âWe will have to see if he agrees at a later date.â Alphys frowned, âIâm not going to hurt you. I⌠I have only just begun to have the substitute.â âYour energy has increased, correct?â Alphys hugged herself, âYes⌠Iâm not as tired⌠I havenât had anymore⌠cravings other than for the substitute if I miss my dosage by a few hours. Iâm⌠sure if I hugged you, Iâd be fine.â âI do not want a hug right now.â Alphys gave a knowing smile, âBut, you will need one again someday.â
Chara let loose a small chuckle. Alphys was quick to change the topic, âOh! Um⌠he read the report.â Chara rolled their eyes, âFinally. And?â Alphys sounded desponded, âHe handwaved my conclusions to a hypothesis⌠he said without the soul scanning device⌠my theory cannot be proven.â Chara hesitated. They bit their tongue softly. They knew it. They told her this would happen, that he wouldnât listen. But by now, Chara knew better than to toss biter words at her. In their pause, Alphys spoke despondently, âYou were right⌠he didnât listen. I⌠donât know if heâll listen to me anymore.â âAt least, not on the topic of my mental health.â âNo⌠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.â Chara smiled, âI will consider it. Thank you, Alphys.â
Alphys began to collect the tray, âWell⌠I should get going. Iâll⌠come again in the afternoon to check on you⌠okay?â Charaâs tone neutralized, âOkay.â Alphys replied kindly, âBye.â âGoodbye for now.â Chara heard Alphysâs 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 Alphysâs quick research, the ailment has been discovered to be called a ânight terrorâ. Such ailment appears to be caused by stress. This could mean that the humanâs 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 ânicerâ 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 sheâs fallen for the humanâs tricks, as she appeared devastated on my reaction to her report on the humanâs mental health. She may already be too far gone. Meanwhile, the development of the humanâs new room is moving along as expected. While I wait for the humanâs body to regain its lost blood, I will turn my focus to that task, while Serolâs team continues to iterate on the soul scanning beam. So far, everything is now settled into a new schedule.
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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, itâd probably get something generic, like âDebris Field 8514J-Idris systemâ. At least Iâve landed on a name for this new salvage ship. I think theyâre officially calling it the Vulture, but this one feels like Amaira to me. Iâd 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 theyâll also get credit for making this mission happen. Definitely couldnât run this op without Amairaâs 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 thereâs 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, âbetter to take your time than ruin the find.â
First thing this morning, I charted a path through the wreckage, but itâs going to take some work to get there. My initial estimate is that there are probably ten to fifteen ships here. Plus, thereâs most likely additional material from vessels that were involved, but made it to safety.
Even though the picture isnât clear yet, I get a gnawing feeling that this isnât just the fallout of some racer kids gone stupid. Or a deal gone bad.
Then again, Iâve said that beforeâŚ
All right, Amaira letâs 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 Dumperâs remembered me and made conversation. Hopefully I didnât 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 didnât 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. Iâm doing everything by the book. EVAing over to every piece of debris, carefully scanning and cataloging it, and then determining if itâs worth saving or salvaging. So far, thereâs been a lot less worth holding onto than I hoped. Nothing Iâve kept is actually important, just material sample for later analysis.
Oh wait, I almost forget, the Dumperâs 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 thatâs 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 itâll have to wait. Iâm already cutting my budget pretty thin. The stuff Iâm scrapping has been just enough to stay stocked on essentials and keep Amaira functional.
Honestly, I really couldnât have done any of this without Amaira. So far Iâve 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 Iâm 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 itâs terrible, but if you folks at Drake do listen to this, couldnât hurt to think about upgrading the O2 scrubbers a bit. Then again, maybe Iâm 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. Havenât seen many like it, so I EVAed over for a better look.
Thatâs 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. Thereâs always a chance itâs 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 hadnât cleared the other side. For a second, I took my eyes off where I was going to change my suitâs 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 Iâd 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 Iâd 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 shouldâve splurged for a better one, because this one started beeping about a âcritical failureâ, 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 didnât even get a good scan of it. Still, I canât stop smiling.
I think Iâve 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 donât want to lose it, but itâs also taking up more space than Iâd 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. Itâs not an ideal solution, but I donât want anyone to see it and start wondering why itâs not being scrapped. If I can swing the credits, itâd be worth setting up a mooring drone as a temporary fix. Then I could safely float any other large finds until Iâm ready to hire a transport.
Despite the cockpit debacle earlier, Iâd say today was a success. Tomorrow, Iâll start clearing a path to the piece that looks like itâs from a fuselage. Maybe Iâll find a few more pieces of the Prowler, if Iâm 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 couldnât find any makerâs 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 Iâve found. Itâs becoming harder and harder to decide whatâs worth saving and whatâs safe to feed to the Vulture. Hell, it wouldâve 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 laserâs 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 Iâm 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 Iâve found, if this is a lost battle site, then itâs pretty clear who came out on top.
To be honest, the lack of debris from Tevarin ships worries me. Thereâs 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 thatâs not the case, but every day I donât find something significant, I grow a little more worried that Iâve been wasting my time picking through random debris from a week ago.
Iâm 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 Iâve been waiting for. After weeks of slowly shifting through random debris, I finally found something undeniably significant â 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, Iâll 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.
Thatâs right, not only is this wreckage from the First Tevarin War, itâs 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 Tevarinâs planetary defense system. Iâm not exactly sure what happened once they were all here, but it obviously didnât 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 Iâm 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 hereâŚ
I should really send my Mom a comm too. Sheâs 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 doesnât get hacked. What⌠a⌠day!!
Lorenzo Chernovâs 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.
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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.
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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, itâd probably get something generic, like âDebris Field 8514J-Idris systemâ. At least Iâve landed on a name for this new salvage ship. I think theyâre officially calling it the Vulture, but this one feels like Amaira to me. Iâd 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 theyâll also get credit for making this mission happen. Definitely couldnât run this op without Amairaâs 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 thereâs 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, âbetter to take your time than ruin the find.â
First thing this morning, I charted a path through the wreckage, but itâs going to take some work to get there. My initial estimate is that there are probably ten to fifteen ships here. Plus, thereâs most likely additional material from vessels that were involved, but made it to safety.
Even though the picture isnât clear yet, I get a gnawing feeling that this isnât just the fallout of some racer kids gone stupid. Or a deal gone bad.
Then again, Iâve said that beforeâŚ
All right, Amaira letâs 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 Dumperâs remembered me and made conversation. Hopefully I didnât 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 didnât 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. Iâm doing everything by the book. EVAing over to every piece of debris, carefully scanning and cataloging it, and then determining if itâs worth saving or salvaging. So far, thereâs been a lot less worth holding onto than I hoped. Nothing Iâve kept is actually important, just material sample for later analysis.
Oh wait, I almost forget, the Dumperâs 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 thatâs 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 itâll have to wait. Iâm already cutting my budget pretty thin. The stuff Iâm scrapping has been just enough to stay stocked on essentials and keep Amaira functional.
Honestly, I really couldnât have done any of this without Amaira. So far Iâve 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 Iâm 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 itâs terrible, but if you folks at Drake do listen to this, couldnât hurt to think about upgrading the O2 scrubbers a bit. Then again, maybe Iâm 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. Havenât seen many like it, so I EVAed over for a better look.
Thatâs 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. Thereâs always a chance itâs 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 hadnât cleared the other side. For a second, I took my eyes off where I was going to change my suitâs 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 Iâd 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 Iâd 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 shouldâve splurged for a better one, because this one started beeping about a âcritical failureâ, 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 didnât even get a good scan of it. Still, I canât stop smiling.
I think Iâve 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 donât want to lose it, but itâs also taking up more space than Iâd 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. Itâs not an ideal solution, but I donât want anyone to see it and start wondering why itâs not being scrapped. If I can swing the credits, itâd be worth setting up a mooring drone as a temporary fix. Then I could safely float any other large finds until Iâm ready to hire a transport.
Despite the cockpit debacle earlier, Iâd say today was a success. Tomorrow, Iâll start clearing a path to the piece that looks like itâs from a fuselage. Maybe Iâll find a few more pieces of the Prowler, if Iâm 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 couldnât find any makerâs 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 Iâve found. Itâs becoming harder and harder to decide whatâs worth saving and whatâs safe to feed to the Vulture. Hell, it wouldâve 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 laserâs 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 Iâm 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 Iâve found, if this is a lost battle site, then itâs pretty clear who came out on top.
To be honest, the lack of debris from Tevarin ships worries me. Thereâs 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 thatâs not the case, but every day I donât find something significant, I grow a little more worried that Iâve been wasting my time picking through random debris from a week ago.
Iâm 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 Iâve been waiting for. After weeks of slowly shifting through random debris, I finally found something undeniably significant â 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, Iâll 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.
Thatâs right, not only is this wreckage from the First Tevarin War, itâs 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 Tevarinâs planetary defense system. Iâm not exactly sure what happened once they were all here, but it obviously didnât 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 Iâm 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 hereâŚ
I should really send my Mom a comm too. Sheâs 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 doesnât get hacked. What⌠a⌠day!!
Lorenzo Chernovâs 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.
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