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lumi-klovstad-games · 29 days ago

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Warhammer 42K: The Age of Reclamation

So, I have been working on a Warhammer 40K alternate timeline (and have been for a little bit) that incorporates my fanon Lost Primarchs and their Legions. AND IT'S FINALLY DONE. ISH. Well, the sandbox is ready for play, at least.

The return of the Lost Second Primarch, Ailani and her Second Legion, the "Imperial Hospitallers", in the waning days of M41 was accompanied by a shriek of psychic jubilation across Human Psykers throughout the galaxy. "The Time of Ending is challenged!", they cried and laughed, "The game begins anew!"

This was followed in the 42nd Millennium with a further psychic event, in which Psykers and Adeptas Sororitas both were overcome by a vision of unparalleled glory: "They have been reclaimed! The Age of Reclamation is imminent!" it was pronounced.

To the great confusion and interest of nearly all galactic powers, loyalist versions of the Traitor Primarchs and their respective Legions, iterations that represent the "Best Possible Version" of each, utterly lacking in the flaws that led the originals to Chaos during the Horus Heresy, subsequently appeared, engaged in battle against the enemies of Mankind. Over a scant 3 decades, they have been reintegrated into the Empire, though not without suspicion.

The presence of these "Reclaimed" Primarchs and Legions promises to move history in a VERY different direction as new versions of those who once fought to destroy the Imperium now rise to become its greatest champions. However, the threat presented by the Chaos Primarchs is not ended: the original Traitors still persist, unchanged, and most assuredly will not take kindly to the news of their uncorrupted and incorruptible doppelgangers.

Each of the Reclaimed Primarchs maintains a memory of what their original selves did up until the end of the Horus Heresy, but, rather than a lived memory, their knowledge and experiences are more like a bad dream they have just woken up from, and it is only as they open their eyes once more and look out at the state of the Galaxy do they realize the horror and the shame of what their original selves had done. None of the Reclaimed felt the guilt more keenly than Horus and Lorgar, who looked at the state of mankind and the Galaxy and wrestled intensely with the knowledge that it is largely their handiwork from another life.

Horus perhaps felt the need to do better most keenly. Casting aside his old name, he embraced the name "Osiris", and soon came to believe he had risen from the dead to embrace his true destiny of redemption. The Sons of Horus restored their name to the Luna Wolves, and reported for duty, embracing the Crusade to come, ready to burn their path to forgiveness and absolution across the stars, even as they were divided up into Codex Compliant Chapters by their Primarch — all the better to never to be in a position to threaten mankind ever again. But though the Luna Wolves now consist of many packs, they know how to assemble and fight as one, if needed, and the day may come sooner than they think whence such a reunion is needed.

Refusing all offers of a position of leadership out of shame, Osiris has sent himself into a grueling never ending Crusade of redemption, pushing himself to his limits to, in some way, atone for sins that are not even fully his. He does not shoulder this burden alone, and his Marines follow him on his endless quest, hoping to one day right the scales, and wipe the name of the Horus Heresy from memory and relevance, determined to atone for the Heresy, even if the quest might devour him wholly in the end. If it takes their very lives to wash away the stain of the Heresy, then they will give them freely. In the end, their aim is to ensure that the name "Horus" becomes a relic of history, supplanted by "Osiris," a symbol of redemption achieved through sacrifice and undying loyalty to the Imperium.

Lorgar has taken it upon himself to seize control of the Ecclesiarchy, and now seeks to undo the cultural damage his prior work, both as Loyalist and Traitor, had done to the Imperium. Adopting the name "Gregorium", he works tirelessly, to say nothing of working carefully yet diligently, seeking to unravel the Gordian Knot of tyranny, paranoia, and repression the Lectitio Divinatus unleashed. The Word Bearers became known as the Truthbringers, which maintained close ties with its successor chapters. All Space Marine Chapters of Truthbringer stock serve effortlessly alongside the Sisters of Battle, each side galvanized by the other's zeal and commitment to the Imperial Truth, even as High Father Gregorium steadily tries to reform and redefine that Truth to become ever closer to the Emperor's original vision.

Unfortunately, such is the ten thousand year rut that the Imperium has existed within that many prefer the backwards beliefs and the regime that is beyond even the concept of cruelty. They refuse to leave the dark hovel that has been the Imperium of Man for generations upon generations, for to risk anything else is to lose all they, and anyone who has ever lived, have ever known. And so Gregorium must move much slower than his sense of duty impels him. Ironically, this has rendered the Truthbringers’ original methods from the Great Crusade more useful than ever: no mere transhuman butchers, but builders of cities and societies, preachers of good news and pious goodness. That which originally vexed the Emperor of Mankind now serves the original plan, and Gregorium is a patient man. Whether it takes ten years or ten thousand, his soul burns bright with the sense of purpose he had always desired; he will work until the work is done, however long it takes.

Magnus assumed command of the Adeptus Astra Telepathica, and began working to improve the lot of Psykers around the Imperium. He makes his immense knowledge of the Warp and the threats therein a weapon, one that is wielded by many a branch of the Emperor's Imperium of Man to terrific effect. The Reclaimed Thousand Sons take up the name of "Warpwatchers" and they and their new successors devote themselves wholly to eradicating demonic threats, wherever they may be found. Magnus does not change his name because he, famously, did nothing wrong. He does, however, adopt the title "The Just" to distinguish himself from "The Red".

Unfortunately, while Warpwatchers and their Successors who undergo the Rubicon Primaris or are born as Primaris Marines in the first place see moderately to significantly reduced rates of mutation, their gene seed remains flawed to the point of gradual but inevitable non-viability, forcing these Marines to rely upon their Father and a host of Tech Magi trained in the art of Gene Seed crafting by Belisarius Cawl himself, to provide regular donations of freshly cultured gene seed, lest the Legion and its many sons be eventually swallowed up forever by the insidious twisting of their flesh. Magnus the Just has given some consideration to the thought of taking his Father’s place on the Golden Throne as he now believes the plan had been for his original self, but has so far been dissuaded by Guilliman – there is no guarantee even the Emperor might eventually recover from such decay as his body has undergone thus far; he may simply die if removed from the Throne. Or, as the Cawl Inferior has theorized, the worst case may be that the Emperor DOES recover, but what emerges from the Throne Room may not be what went in 10,000 years ago.

Magnus has spent many hours trying to reach his father’s psyche, beseeching him to tell him what to do, and how best to apply his gifts. So far, he has gone without an answer, and perhaps that is best for his very soul. Whether this absence of communication is due to the Emperor's fading state or some deeper purpose remains unknown. Perhaps the lack of an answer is a trial for Magnus, a test of his patience and judgment, meant to force him to chart his own path and prove the worth of his gifts on his terms. For now, Magnus holds his course, his dedication unshaken, trusting that the path of righteousness and redemption will eventually reveal itself in full.

Pertuabo stepped, perhaps a bit too effortlessly, into the shoes of the MIA Rogal Dorn as Master of the Defense of the Imperium. Adopting the name "Aegis", he collaborates with Roboute Guilliman in overhauling the defensive lines of the Imperium of Man. Though Aegis is a much improved man compared to the original Pertuabo, he still takes a well earned and perhaps smug satisfaction of not just restoring Dorn's great defensive works and strategies, but also improving on them. His Iron Warriors took the new name of the "Steelforged" to indicate that they have been "reforged" without the impurities that led to their original counterpart's fall to Chaos, and made better and stronger for it. They begrudgingly accepted being divided up into myriad new chapters, acknowledging the value in smaller unit tactics, but like the Imperial Fists, retain protocols to temporarily reassemble, even so far as to full Legion Strength, should it be deemed tactically or strategically necessary. To the great chagrin of the High Lords of Terra, the Steelforged and their many successor Chapters have been significantly more liberal with these “reunions” than the Imperial Fists have been, though typically only a handful of Chapters temporarily join together, united by shared lineage and common cause. As of this time, the Fourth Legion has NOT seen fit to reassemble.

The Steelforged have once more become the tip of the spear in many Astartes operations; unwilling to sit idly by and wait for the call to react. Like the Black Templars, they and their successors are nearly always on Crusade, with each Crusading Chapter many times the regularly proscribed "full strength" of the Codex Astartes, an engine of war certainly and surely working its way from one end of the galaxy to the other towards the Imperium's greatest threats, with massive secondments to the Deathwatch and Solblade initiatives, including whole Chapters enthusiastically volunteering for the latter. Their deep involvement in these organizations stems from their belief that the Imperium must strike at its foes preemptively rather than simply react to attacks. For Aegis, the defense of the Imperium is not just about reinforcing walls and waiting for enemies to come; it’s about pushing out, taking the fight to the galaxy’s greatest threats, and ensuring that every world held in the Emperor's name is worth defending.

The Reclaimed Angron took more time than his brothers to shed himself of the expectations of pain from the Butcher's Nails that no longer afflicted him. Indeed, the memory of those torture devices now seemed like a distant nightmare that he had finally awoken from. Free to think, free to FEEL as he wanted, he shed his name of rage and violence, and took the name "Archeos", after a famed and just warrior prince from Terra's distant past. Even so, even freed to feel the scope of the complete human experience, Archeos knew he was a warrior at heart. But, no longer a rabid dog of war or a devourer of worlds, he could choose for the first time what kind of warrior he wanted to be — and his heart wept upon learning Sanguinius' ultimate fate. And so Archeos stepped up as best he could to fulfill his fallen brother's legacy, to be for the Imperium what Sanguinius had once been. His steps thus far in the role have been uneven and inexperienced, marked by a warrior’s eagerness to act and a lack of experience with statesmanship and empathy. Yet his sincerity is undeniable, and his effort to bring a new kind of honor to the Astartes is genuine.

The Reclaimed World Eaters reformed as the Spartican Brotherhood, taking their name from an oppressed underclass rebellion from ancient Terra, and symbolizing how they now exist to fight for all those who exist in the gutters of the Imperium, the selfsame gutters from which they were once lifted from to glory. The Sparticans in particular show a streak of selfless nobility and empathy towards even the lowest citizens of the Imperium in their operations that rivals even the Salamanders, though they bring with them still the same boisterous love of savage and intense combat that once defined the War Hounds and the World Eaters.

The last thing Konrad Curze remembered was his death. It was as final an end as any might have hoped for. Yet he awoke, and felt life in his lungs. And the nightmares… the nightmare visions that had plagued him from his childhood, were now tempered by visions of beauty and nobility. Somehow, the whole scope of the future now finally lay open to him. Taking the name "Lucian" to distance himself from the monster that had preceded him, he became the Master of the Adeptus Arbites, finding an outlet for his intense drive for justice, as well as an advisor to Guilliman, counseling his brother with the contents of his myriad visions.

Lucian believed strongly in reforming the Arbites and Imperial Justice, so that it might be more just, but this clashed with his strong need to punish the guilty. In the end, a massive overhaul of Imperial Justice was conceived and executed by Lucian and Guilliman, creating the Departmento Justito, in which those of the Imperium who had grown fat and corrupt feasting on the Imperium's soul like a parasite would finally all face justice, one after the other. Due to the scale of corruption and hypocrisy within the Imperium's bloated structure, it's ever maze-like and cavernous endless bureaucracies, and unwillingness to look too closely into the precise dealings of its noble houses and Rogue Trader dynasties, this might prove to be perhaps an impossible task, doomed to last another ten thousand years, but one which feeds Lucian's never-ending craving for justice. The Reclaimed Night Lords, free of their darkest aspects, took the name "Duskbringers", and became once more a force of frightening intimidation, shock and awe, and psychological warfare, much as a lone vigilante might use theatricality and deception to create an effect on a city's criminal population far greater than what he typically could have accomplished alone. The Duskbringers are more than a Space Marine force; they and their successors have become an Icon, an Idea, and one which has taught all those enemies of the Imperium which hide in shadows to fear the dark.

The Reclaimed Fulgrim and the Reborn Emperor's Children were discovered by the 3rd Company of the Redemptor Roses, a loyal Chapter of the Adeptus Astartes forged from the original Fulgrim's gene seed in the late 40th millennium. After much diplomacy, Fulgrim managed to convince his sons of the reality: that Traitor and Primarch were now two VERY different men. Taking the name "Caelum", he guides his Reclaimed Legion, now known as the Exalted Sons, down the difficult road of reintegrating with the Imperial forces, dividing into myriad chapters, and adopting the Codex Astartes into their existing combat doctrines. The Redemptor Roses, led by their Chapter Master, Gautier Boudreaux, have largely taken the lead in managing this integration, giving the Exalted Sons the benefit of their long experience and commitment with being heirs to the legacy of the Great Crusade-era Third Legion while wrestling with the knowledge and the reality of what that legion ultimately became, and their pains and efforts to avoid the same fate.

Caelum himself has taken to lending Roboute Guilliman his expertise as a natural polymath, with the keen intellect that once saved and united Chemos without firing a shot now turns to assisting his brother in reforming the Imperium and helping coordinate its massive war machine, though on campaigns of particular importance, he will depart Holy Terra to join his Sons in battle. Much of Caelum's time on Terra has been spent fussing over the quality of life of the Imperium's Citizenry, and the struggle to convince them to accept better standards than the regime has permitted them to even WANT for ten thousand years. Caelum seeks to introduce art, music, poetry, and the finer things to every level of Imperial Life, though he frequently finds his efforts stymied by the quagmire that is the Adeptus Administorum, the Ecclesiarchy (despite Gregorium's best efforts), and the Inquisition.

The Exalted Sons, meanwhile, have integrated the Redemptor Roses' fierce commitment to banishing the chance of Chaos Corruption, and they and their successors have joined in many campaigns alongside those of the Luna Wolves and the Ultramarines and their kin, and have reminded the galaxy precisely why they were once considered the apex of what it meant to be a Space Marine during the Great Crusade, so long ago. Caelum’s presence on Terra and in the Imperium’s war efforts serve as a constant reminder that redemption is a path of both creation and destruction—destroying the old to create something better. He constantly advocates for the acceptance of beauty as a fundamental aspect of life, not a distraction from it, striving to make the Imperium a place where the human spirit could thrive, even amid endless war. It is a struggle that consumes him as much as the martial demands of leading his sons into battle, but one he pursues with the same fervor he brings to every aspect of his being. In this way, Caelum and the Exalted Sons seek not only to reclaim the legacy of the Emperor's Children but to transcend it, leaving behind a legacy far brighter and nobler than any they had once imagined.

Mortarion claimed the name "Thanatos" for his own, and the Death Guard were reborn as the "Pale Hawks", the Imperium's first, and best, line of defense against the forces of Chaos and its insidious corruption. Ever watchful over the areas of the Imperium long ago neglected by the Administorum and Departmento Munitorum, the Pale Hawks rove in great Casts across the fringes of the Imperium, bringing hope and protection to long isolated worlds that have not had them in ages. To that end, the Pale Hawks and their Successors find themselves working alongside the forces of the old Second Legion, the Imperial Hospitallers, in a reborn version of the Great Crusade of ancient times - bringing the God Emperor's protection, and his intended standard of living, to even the most distant and forgotten worlds. And where Chaos might be found, the Pale Hawks find themselves working closely if uncomfortably alongside the Warpwatchers and their sons, with the sons of the 15th Legion holding much wisdom and knowledge in the matters of the Warp and its inhabitants, and bring a gift for killing them, not simply banishing them. Thanatos, though not a particularly politically-minded Primarch like some of his brothers, often advises Guilliman and the other politically active Primarchs on matters relating to Chaos incursions, plagues, or other threats that require quick, decisive action. As much of his Son's duty and role has them ministering their talents to the Dark Imperium, he must rely on the Psykers of the Astra Telepathica to communicate his advice to his brothers on Holy Terra, which, even free of his corruptive traits, is a reliance he still would vastly prefer to not have.

He must also work alongside Ailani in dealing with the various Rogue Trader dynasties and fiefdoms of the Dark Imperium, fiefdoms which, while still loyal in the broadest sense, have developed an uncomfortable ease with their own way of doing things in their long isolation and independence that frequently conflicts with Thanatos' own sense of what loyalty ought to look like. Despite the difficulties posed by these challenges, Thanatos and the Pale Hawks remain steadfast in their mission to cleanse the Imperium of Chaos’s taint. They act not only as warriors but also as healers and guardians, seeking to mend the wounds left by ten thousand years of war and neglect. For Thanatos, redemption is not an end in itself, but an ongoing struggle to make the Imperium a better place, a struggle that will continue as long as the galaxy remains a battlefield. In this endeavor, the Pale Hawks would not falter, for they had become more than mere soldiers—they were the shield against the darkness, the bringers of hope to the forsaken, and the harbingers of humanity’s rebirth.

The Reclaimed Twin Primarchs of the 20th Legion, Alpharius and Omegon, took the names of Kaleidos and Janus, though both answer only to Kaleidos for anyone but each other. Together, they are once again the Ghost Who Walks In Many Places, and their Alpha Legion has been reborn as the Lernaean Serpents, a further reference to the Hydra of Myth and Legend. The Twins have taken command of the Solblade Initiative, finding the Tyranid threat both a clear and present danger to the Imperium, but also a shifting, ceaseless foe that is truly worthy of their talents and warfighting intellect; a chance at long last for the 20th Legion to show its quality and earn glory long overdue since the Great Crusade.

While the Lernaean Serpents took to the splintering of their legion into chapters the easiest of all the Reclaimed, nobody who knows their methods is convinced for even a minute that the Chapter has TRULY divided – they are simply doing what they have always done best: breaking up into decentralized warbands, each committed to its task. Among the Solblades, Kaleidos and his Marines impart that same knowledge and wisdom to the constituent forces, teaching even the lowliest Guardsmen and PDF volunteers how to be effective combatants no matter how many "heads" are "sliced off" by such a foe as the Tyranids -- to the Solblades and Imperial Guard units trained by the Primarchs and their Sons, whether their force is 2 million men strong or just 20, they will always have a strategy to be as effective as possible, even in environments where traditional communications or the chain of command collapses entirely. “Every soldier a rifleman, every grunt an officer.” Everyone knows everyone else's job well enough to do it effectively, should the need arise to do it.

The Lernaean Serpents and their myriad warband Chapters also specialize in rapid reorganization and shifting battle plans, essentially becoming the Imperium's foremost experts on warfare against hive-minded opponents. The Twin Primarchs have seen Holy Terra precious little since their return. Their place is not on the benches of politics, but on the battlefield, proving their ingenuity and strategic brilliance time and time again against the largest, keenest mind the Imperium has yet encountered. And what’s more, they appear to be gradually winning, offering hope that, even against the ceaseless onslaught of the Tyranids, newfound ingenuity and resourcefulness can yet prevail. With Kaleidos’ leadership style finally proving its mettle under fire, their leadership is beginning to influence other Imperial forces, encouraging a more flexible and resilient approach to warfare across the galaxy. While their methods do not suit all factions or chapters, the lessons learned from the Lernaean Serpents may yet shape how the Imperium adapts to future threats, proving the wisdom of Ultramarines Chapter Master Marneus Calgar: “Rules should never make a prisoner of intelligence.”

Saorlaith, the Lost Eleventh Primarch, has been the most recent Reclamation alongside her Legion, the Black Eagles. Motivated to return at long last by whispers in the weave of time, overheard in her scrying at the far edge of space. The Sorceress Queen has decided that now is the proper time to return, for it is now, and no other time, in which her people, ten thousand years in exile, finally have a future they might call their own, but such a future demands decisive action on Saorlaith's part. The dread wailing of the Carnefex now drones across hundreds of worlds, the harbinger of the Crow Queen's return.

Arriving, as Ailani did, to an Imperium who has no memory of her very existence, and led not by the Emperor, but by his struggling sons, Saorlaith casts her lot in with her siblings, for she is older and wiser, and recognizes that she can either protect her people's culture and interests from the inside, or be forced to go it alone in exile once more. Unwilling to deny her people the worthy future she had seen in her dreams, she swallowed her pride and prepared to bend the knee to Roboute Guilliman, Lord Commander of the Imperium. To her shock, Guilliman did not accept her subservience, telling her instead that she "would best serve the Imperium as you are: a Primarch, not a puppet", and that her input would always be welcome. Heartened by acceptance she had never had before, Saorlaith became a staunch ally and confidante of Guilliman, and has found that her reincarnated brothers are MUCH easier for her to find common cause with. She also took quiet relief that, at least for the time being, Leman Russ was nowhere to be found, though she does not doubt for a moment that the Great Wolf will one day return on his own, for her sorcery has told her that "the Reclamations are not yet complete."

The Black Eagles follow the Codex Astartes in some form, though it is broadly interpreted and often recontextualized by the savage and mystic warriors, resulting in one of the loosest interpretations of the text to date, but still one fairly in line with the spirit of the thing. Their roving warbands have delighted in the strength of the enemies they now face across the galaxy, a fitting trial for some of the mightiest and most competitive fighters in Imperial History, long may the crows feast on the bodies of their enemies.

As the Age of Reclamation unfolds, the Imperium finds itself on the precipice of hope, a stark contrast to the desolation that followed the Horus Heresy over ten millennia ago. The emergence of these Reclaimed Primarchs and their noble Legions reignites a flicker of optimism among humanity, rekindling faith in a future where unity, redemption, and purpose may yet claim triumph over the chaos that has plagued the galaxy for so long. The specter of the past looms large, yet the actions of these reborn champions suggest a path forward—a path illuminated by the potential for healing and the restoration of the Emperor’s vision. While the mechanisms of the Reclamation of the Traitors is not understood, for the first time in ten thousand years, the Imperium glimpses the possibility of renewal, a chance to reclaim its lost glory and forge a brighter destiny amid the stars. The Age of Reclamation is not merely an era of war, for while in the Grim Darkness of the 43rd Millennium, there is only war, hope now dares bud from beneath the corpses. Perhaps, just perhaps… all is not yet lost.

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mrbubblyurchin · 6 months ago

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I’m just now thinking of an alternative timeline Ezra Bridger where he was Ahsoka’s age in the Clone Wars and became Anakin’s Padawan instead and how the clones would have absolutely loved him and his gunsaber and if he eventually left the Order like Ahsoka did, when he came back they all would have painted Loth Cats on their helmets. This also means he could’ve been Temple buddies growing up with Caleb and Cal and now I need this in some kind of What If or fanfic PLEASE.

#ezra bridger #anakin skywalker #501st legion #star wars fanfiction #star wars alternate universe #star wars rebels #star wars the clone wars

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daniel-profeta · 3 months ago

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new little album thing

Ghosts in the dream machine, slaughtering the carcass of my past self for profit, lo-fi forever baby!

Demos is a project that materialized when I noticed I had 38 recorded songs that were sitting in shame and general sadness at not being useful. They were crying, begging to be heard no matter how awful they were... Despite having to take many of them out to a farm upstate so they would have room to run, this 40 minute collection of tracks survived the purge. I actually ended up liking the track listing and sequencing which is odd since they weren't made with intention to be side by side.

Coming to bandcamp soon. It's kind of funny how a demo collection is nearly indistinguishable from my regular material.

#we are legion #indie music #daniel profeta #indie art #noise rock #folk punk #alternative #alt music #alex g #car seat headrest #demos #if I'm honest with myself this is really just another album

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the-unspeakable-tsar · 2 months ago

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Superhero Timeline.

10th Millennium

First appearance of humans. Some super powered.

Proto Avengers (heavily altered humans, primordial gods, and mutant). Celestial tampering happens on countless planets. (Tamaranians, Skrulls, Kree, Eternals, etc) causing multiple humanoid aliens to exist.

Myths concerning “Elders of The Universe” and proto-tangible beings are formed by early life.

Vandal Savage, Immortal Man, Anthro, King Kull, Kyra Arg, Gnarrk. Hippolyta (first life).

Grak (neanderthal politician)

Cotati, Kree, and Skrulls discover eachother.

Atlantis forms.

“Ulysses” Bloodstone

50,000 B.C.E (Thurian Age)

Inhumans created by Kree scientists.

King of Atlantis, Kull.

Doctor Mist.

Darkhold creates some of the first vampires.

Atlantis and Lemuria Sink.

Amazon Race born.

Selene Born.

Hyperborian Age.

Conan

Kulan Gath

Red Sonja

753, 785- BEC

Ancient Greece

Ancient Rome

Golden Gladiator

Alpha Centurion.

Rome forms a colony in South America. Nova Roma.

Rama Tut

En Sabbah Nur was born.

Wizard Shazam empowers Teth Adam.

Mad Pharaoh discovers an alien Scarab and claims to have created it.

6th Century

One of the Camelots (for there are many and they are nebulous)

Etrigan

Merlin (Merlyn)

Arthur

Shining Knight

Silent Knight

Black Knight (Sir Percy of Scandia)

Mordred the Mystic (not arthur’s mordred)

Earth was briefly invaded by Klyntar.

New Genesis and Apokolips forms, set in a higher plane of dimension.

7th Century

Tang Dynasty was contacted by aliens the likes of Fin Fang Foom. They take advantage of their advanced technology

Jong Li Green Lantern

Viking Prince

8th Century

Brotherhood of the Shield was formed in 750.

9th Century

Diablo (Estaban De Ablo).

12th century

Crusades, the mutant Bennet Du Paris meets Eobar Garrington and clan akkaba.

Belasco born at the tail end of the century.

14th Century

Mutants immune to the black page die in the sea.

X’Hal ascends to godhood.

15th Century

Intelligent gorillas form Gorilla City.

Manhunters deviate from original programming.

Zemo barony formed

16th Century

The Black Pirate

Andrew Bennet becomes a vampire.

17th Century

Gotham City founded

Romeyn Falls founded

Metropolis founded.

1700s-1800s

Tomahawk

Uncle Sam

Frankenstein Monsters

Jonah Hex

Atlas City formed.

Hellfire Club formed

Trigger Twins

Rawhide Kid

Carter Slade

Red Wolf

“Firehair”

Irene Adler and Raven Darkholme

Sherlock Frankenstein

1859 Nathaniel Essex begins experimenting on Mutants.

1882 Wolverine Born

1900-1920s

Morpheus Imprisoned.

Tom Strong born

Balloon Buster

Mister Cakewalk

Jazzbaby

Enemy Ace

Freedom’s Five

Cult of Blood formed in Zandia

Krypton destroyed

Kal El Lands in Kansas

Doc Steele, Tazara, The Crimson Fist

Ghost Hunter, Baron Von Fang

1930s - World War 2

Batman appears

Superman first appears

Wonder Woman appears

Captain Marvel (Billy Batson) appears.

Invaders. Captain America 1-3

Based on Project Rebirth, Vought develops Compound V, empowering Soldier Boy. Germany empowers Stormfront using a duplicate.

Justice Society of America was formed.

Seven Soldiers of Victory

Freedom Fighters

Liberty Squadron

Black Hammer Squadron

Doctor Star

Abraham Slam

Sgt Rock

Sgt Fury and the Howling Commandos

Haunted Tank

GI Robot

The Losers

Albrecht Strong born.

Magneto

Charles Xavier

Golden Gail (spawn of a shazam protege)

1950s (Silver Age Beginning)

Billionaire Oliver Queen is stranded on an island.

Hal Jordan inducted into the Green Lantern Corps

Astro-Naut dies and Astro City is named after him.

William Burnside and Jack Monroe become Captain America and Bucky.

Hero Licensing Agencies were formed in Japan, one of the first being formed by Dragon King. “Former” villain of the JSA and Acrobat.

J’onn Jonnz teleported to Earth.

Barbalien, a contemporary of J’onn’s arrives on Earth.

Colonel Weird.

1960s

Peter Parker was Bitten by a radioactive spider

Blue Beetle (Ted Kord)

The Confessor

The Midnight Mink and Chippy (Short lived Batman inspired criminal)

Jessica Jones falls into a coma.

The Question

Fantastic Four

Challengers of the Unknown

First Family

Max O'Millions

Suicide Squad.

The Flash (Barry Allen)

Black Canary II

JLA formed

Teen Titans formed

X-Men founded

Captain Marve (Mar-Vell)

John Stewart Green Lantern

Avengers Formed

SHIELD

Black Rapier

1970s

Luke Cage.

Iron Fist (Danny Rand)

Shang Chi

Silver Agent framed and is executed

Outsiders

Glamorax

Putrid Punk

Black Lightning

Black Hammer I

JLI formed.

Aaron Aikman becomes a doctor and is murdered by Morlun.

Doom Patrol

Winged Victor

Original Batman Dies

Mister Unknown, inspired by Batman becomes a vigilante crimefighter in Japan.

1980s

Suicide Squad II

Checkmate

Spiral City is almost consumed by eldritch Anti-God.

Gangbuster

Daredevil

Nightingale and Songbird

All Might receives his Quirk.

The Samaritan prevents The Challenger Disaster.

Tesla Strong born.

1990s

Vought America begins to push its corporate superhumans. Their minds are twisted by Compound V. Vought refuses to seek alternatives.

Jon Kent, Cir-El Kent born.

Christopher Kent adopted

Superman Dies.

Unteens (not super long-lived)

Hal Jordan goes evil and dies.

Kyle Rayner.

Spider-Girl

A-Next

Stormwatch

X-People

Skulldigger

First superhuman reality TV show, Youngblood.

They’re immediately met a year later by Vought’s onslaught of Superhuman reality TV shows.

2001-2019

Black Hammer II

The superhuman civil war in america.

Japanse Military creates Big Hero 6 in response to Hero Agencies.

The Super Young Team forms an act of social rebellion by the children of Japanese superheroes who reject the Hero Agency route while despising government work like Big Hero.

Little do they know, they are integral to humanity's further evolution into the super-world.

Peter Parker dies. Mantle was taken up by Miles Morales.

Skrulls invade earth.

Black Hammer II

Black Rapier retires

Jiro Osamu, the replacement for Mister Unknown becomes "The Batman of Japan"

Young Avengers Form

The Authority was formed after Skywatch and IO were exposed to the world

Izuku Midorya receives the One-For-All quirk

The hero agency system in Japan has cracks forming and they’re big.

Green Door Opens.

Miss Marvel (Kamala Khan)

Multiverse opened up.

China formed the Justice League of China, followed by its very own Lantern Corps.

2020s

Izuku becomes a superhero once again.

Black Hammer II becomes a mother.

Miles Morales becomes a vampire.

Team Titans

First Krakoan age. Mutants who have been dead for decades return.

Hulkling unites Skrull and Kree to form a new galaxy-spanning empire.

2030s

JLA Beyond

Bishop Born (Good Timeline).

The Future State. Corporations begin to create private security to crack down on superhuman threats. Especially in light of corporate superhero projects repeatedly failing.

Superman’s dynasty ascends to the stars.

2099

Corporations Dominate the World.

Age of Heroes is Over.

Spider-Man 2099

Avengers 2099

Franklin Richards ascends.

Superman’s Dynasty returns to Earth. It’s an ancestral land. It is in ruin.

Compound V-descended humans begin to activate their powers en masse but after 100 years of development, their minds can handle it.

30th Century

Legion of Superheroes

Centuries of Mutants, Compound V Descendants, Inhumans, Metahumans, and alien-influenced humans have fundamentally changed the definition of a baseline human.

Humanity is almost there. The rest of the universe is inching toward it too.

Golden Lantern

853rd Century

It’s a superhuman universe.

The Justice Legion, influenced by their literal and metaphorical ancestors patrol all sections of the known universe.

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mipeltaja-art · 1 year ago

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Another time rift opens at the Everywhen Inn and an unlikely pair emerges.

Some hours earlier (relatively speaking):

#world of warcraft #Jadaar #Asric #Legion victorious timeline AU #or something like that #not the one where the Legion apparently won the War of the Ancients tho #high/blood elves wouldn't exist #maybe this is an AU that diverges at TBC #not sure if Jadaar was never a draenei in this AU or if he was forcibly converted to man'ari or smth #I haven't given it that much thought #though I HAVE given it more thought that it warrants #also surprise! bet you thought you'd seen the last of these guys from me #imagining alternate scenarios gets the creative juices flowing #lmao fixed a litle typo in the second to last picture but I fear it's too late

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shadez-art · 3 months ago

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This one's inspired by a scene I wrote. In my fic, the Legion captured Illidan during the Tomb of Sargeras raid. This is when Khadgar finds him.

I've just been in the mood to draw these two lately (especially Khadgar, if you couldn't tell). And it's been a long time since I've drawn any fanfiction scenes.

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mugiwara-no-audhd · 2 months ago

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Title: Legion of the Pirate King - Alabasta Saga Summary: This retelling of One Piece covers the Alabasta Saga in an Alternative Universe where Luffy recruits a larger and more diverse crew. With a larger crew come unique challenges and obstacles they must overcome together including conflicting personalities and different wants and needs to have an enjoyable and sustainable journey. The story covers cannon arcs and how they are handled given the expanded roster but also includes a heavier emphasis on the slice-of-life moments between major arcs at sea. At the end of each major Arc, Data Sheets will be released that break down general information about the crew members, fleet and treasure acquired. Several side stories have spun out of this Saga that will continue to parallel the crew's journey as they make their way to the Grand Line Rating: T Warning: Graphic Descriptions of Violence Pairings: Usopp/Kaya, Gin/Merry Characters: Monkey D. Luffy, Roronoa Zoro, Rika, Koby, Nami, Chouchou, Kaya, Merry, Ninjin, Piiman, Tamanegi, Usopp, Johnny, Yosaku, Sanji, Gin, Jimmy Scoops, Hatchan, Nojiko, Chabo, Sam. Chapter Summary: The first round kicks off with a bang as Nojiko and Luffy square off in front of the crew. As the tournament begins to unfold, Rika has a heart-to-heart with Nami about a difficult topic. In the end, will the tournament provide opportunities for healing, or will it only deepen the wedge between crewmates?

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dapper-lil-arts · 2 years ago

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First official art of 2023! Tried recreating a poster i really like.

#The legion tv show has some fucking awesome posters #i tried my best!#ocs #starling #dorothy #morpha #butercup #poster #not sure if i achieved the ideal look #yknow what you tell me what you think <3 #i rly do enjoy this vibe a LOT #on my patreon i posted alternate versions!#and the sketches too #Big things coming!#i also wanted to in general change a couple of the deets #like the hand coming out of the jacket itself #the flowers are very befiting!#made a saturated color scheme!#wanted to start 2023 with a bang

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oceansssblue · 5 months ago

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100 CELEBRATION – PROMPT 5. SUPERPOWERS&FANTASY AU.

PAIRING: FIVES/OFC

WARNINGS: Robbery, famine/hunger, poverty, orphans, wounds, attempted rape on an minor (first part if you want to skip the scene, further up there's only a fleeting mention of it). Starts angsty, then it switches to a bit of action and semi-fluff. Hopefull ending. 💔💖

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(THEN...)

Li wasn't named by her mother; but by a thirteen year old girl that decided to step in and act as such. It wasn't completely unheard of; adopting another person meant one more mouth to feed, but also a remidy for heartbreaking loneliness. Loneliness is a dangerous thing; it slowly eats your mind and soul from the inside out until you're just a carcass of who you had once been.

Li owes everything to that thirteen year old girl. Now she's thirteen herself, and her adoptive mother twenty-six; she finally is old enough to be able to help her and repay all that she has done for her. Li never calls her mum and she never refers to her as a daughter; but they quietly act as such, and after so many years together, the affection they hold for each other is undeniable. Honest love and loyalty is rarely found in the lower levels of Coruscant, where the artificial light barely makes an appearance and the scum of the galaxy crawls into the night.

Li tries to do anything on her hand to bring food to the table. She had managed to get hired as a cleaner for a junk food bar ten levels above from home two years ago; and though she always ends up feeling exhausted at the end of her turn, being able to bring Saisa some credits makes her feel better about it. It's not much. There are still days where the two are forced to go to the old matress they share as a bed with their stomachs empty and rumbling from hunger, winters with just one layer of clothing that leaves them trembling and easily subjectible to illness; but they make do with what they have, and that's that.

Thirteen year old Li drags her exhausted self through Coruscant's dark streets. Some call the capital the city of lights, the city that never sleeps; but that's because they haven't been down here, where she lives. It's almost eerily silent, the air charged and humid, figures dissapearing into the dark. Years ago, when Li was smaller, she often felt scared going out on her own; now that fear has morphed into wariness. The Corries might keep things in order in the medium and upper levels; but down here no one's particularly safe.

Li's in a dangerous age. Most people don't enjoy picking on children that can't really understand what's happening around them or defend themselves; so eight year old Li hadn't had to cope with much more than a few insults and jokes back then. She's just stepping into her teenage years now, though; and Saisa often reminds her of that fact with a concerned warning or two. Li knows she worries about her; but it's not like they can change their situations. Saisa has her own job to attend to, and can't walk the way with her; and they need both their salaries –if you can call them that– to survive.

Suddenly, a door opens on one side of the street, and Li barely has the chance to glance at the sound before she's being slammed against the wall on the opposite side. The rocks dig painfully into her back, and her breathing is knocked out of her for a second; the person in front of her reacting with a dry laugh.

"Well, well, well. Look' what we have here" the man's breath reeks of alcohol and stale, and she has to make an effort to not gag in front of him. "Has no one told ya' little girls shouldn't be on their own down'ere?"

Li doesn't even know what to say. Her mind is working a hundred miles per hour, trying to find the best solution and pondering how not to anger him. She hears an extra two pair of steps and looks behind him; there are three of them now, and only one her. Fear grips every muscle and bone on her body. She tries to hold it in.

"I was just on my way home" she finally answers, voice slightly trembling, but firm enough. "You can take the credits and I'll be gone".

The man laughs. Li's hair moves in front of her face. He searches her pockets until he finds the credits –one whole month worth of them–; then throws them to the other two men who are silently watching the interaction between them.

"Well, that's a tempting offer" he grins, stepping closer until they are literally pressed together. Li tries not to flinch. The stranger drags his eyes down her body in a lascivious way. His dilated pupils focuses back on hers with a dark, mocking smile. "But I think there's more than one tempting offer here".

His dry hand cups the side of her face; his body ondulating forward against hers, and this time Li visibly shakes. The man chuckles lowly and tilts his head.

"Come on now, no need to be scared. I'm not even planning on hurting you, I promiss I'll be gentle if you behave" he pushes her chin up sharply, making space for his chapped lips to press against her neck. He drags his mouth up to hers, speaking over it and bringing tears to Li's eyes. "I just haven't had a fuck in years. Just need a warm body to clench around my cock. Are you gonna' do that for me, mm? Gonna' be a sweetheart and give me some relief?"

The man forces his lips on hers, and Li focuses on not vomiting, squeezing his eyes shut tightly and tensing like a cord while she let's the man's tongue have his way with her. She fakes a small moan of a whimper and when he steps back to check at her in surprised satisfaction, Li shows him a scared, but shy flustered wobbly smile.

"O-okay. Just-Just don't hurt me, please" she pleads, following his offer for now, her mind screaming it's the safest bet, and the stranger grins.

"Sure thing, sweets" he steps back and leaves some space between them, standing next to the other two men and crossing his arms expectantly in front of his chest. He arches an eyebrow. "Go on, then. Don't be shy. Take your clothes off and gives us a little show".

Li nods, terrified. Her heart is going so fast she fears it'll jump out of her chest; her hands trembling constantly while her fingers grasp her only jacket and slowly starts pulling it of. The man who started this smiles widely, encouragingly, while the other two glance at each other in silent comunication. Li mentally prepares herself. She carefully throws her jacket at them in what could be interpreted as a seductive movement; and then, the next second, she's running away, her legs taking her as fast as they can to escape.

She hears insults and echoing steps behind her, but she doesn't waste time turning around, and she keeps running, and running, and running. Her pulse is pounding in her throat, her tears blurrs her vision, and she feels close to passing out from the mix of terror and adrenaline; but she knows this is her only chance at getting away, so she forces all of that down and keeps running. In the mean time, one same sentence repeats itself over and over on her head;

"I wanna' go home. I want to go home. I want to go home. Home, home, home, home..."

Her body starts to feel lighter. Her skin tingles from her toes to the top of her head, and she vaguely worries if she's going to pass out. Un-noticed by her, a soft purple glow intensifies as seconds pass around her body; and then, suddenly, the scenery switches violently and changes in a nauseating swirl.

Li rams into the wall of her and Saisa's bedroom. The twenty six year old woman incorporates with a shocked gasp.

"Li?" She's quickly kneeling at her side, caressing her hair and trying to make sense of what had just happened, blinking in confusion, and the thirteen year old girl breaks down.

"Mum" she sobs, calling her as such for the first time in a decade and throwing herself on her arms.

Saisa's got a million of questions in her head; but she puts them on hold, and hugs the teenager to herself. She gives a kiss to her hair.

"Sh..." she soothes her, heart clenching in worry. "I'm here".

Li sniffs and burrows her face against her shoulder. Her body still shakes. Her mind doesn't even start questioning herself; she's just so relieved she's safe...

"I lost the jacket" she mumbles against Saisa, exhaustion tugging at every muscle and bone "and one month's pay".

The woman caresses her back and answers in a calm voice.

"That's okay. Winter is coming to an end anyway, and we've got a tiny bit saved".

Li mumbles something else she can't quite hear. Saisa continues to hold her in silence. The next time she checks on her, the teenager has already surrendered to sleep. Saisa carefully pulls her onto their bed and lays behind her. She stays awake for some minutes before succumbing to tiredness as well.

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(NOW...)

The ARC is paying rapt attention to Captain Rex's debrief. The new mision doesn't involve the 501st as a whole, it's not a battle they're being sent to this time; but a special op for just Torrent Company, requested by the Chancellor himself. It happens from time to time; when initially insignificant things start to spiral out of control and someone needs to push it to a stop.

The civilian in question has a long list of crimes; too long to still be roaming free through Coruscant. The trooper's eyes scans through it; vandalism, burglary, breaking into private property, violation of parole, and even a first and second-degree murder sprinkled in between. He frowns. The woman is twenty years old; a bit young to have done all that, to have that much rage and hate inside of her. What could have driven her to do this? Is there a specific reason, an explanation, or is she plainly evil?

The ARC waits patiently while Captain Rex pinpoints the strategy for the subject's capture. He can read de confusion amongst his fellow troopers; though that civ' definitely should be put behind bars, this is not exactly their competence. Have the Corries been unable to capture her? And if so, how?

Rex taps on his datapad and shows them a video on the big screen; quickly answering their silent question.

"And here's the reason why we have to step in, boys" he gestures to the moving image with a jerk of his chin. "She's a Blink".

There's a collective groan at that. The usually silent troopers start muttering under their breath to each other, watching how the woman in the video is surrounded by a purple glow and vanishes from thin air in front of a Corrie's visual in a blink of an eye. "Blinks", as people call them, are a nightmare to catch. Depending on their self-taught training, they can teleport to any place in the world; in the galaxy. And their galaxy is big enough. He suposes he should be thankful that there's only one or two Blinks per each million habitants. Contrary to most other abbilities, it's not a hereditary trait.

The ARC trooper shares a knowing glance with his brother Echo. They already know this is going to be a long complicated mision. Blasted universe with it's unhinged powers...

That night, Fives dreams are cold and full of snow.

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His teeth are rattling against each other inside of his bucket. He's fucking freezing even with his termo-blacks on and his white and blue armour standing as a second barrier against the cold. They had managed to track the Blink to Ioth thanks to Jesse; his brother has the ability to find people with his mind in a way that reminds him too much of a Jedi using the Force. Kaminoans had experimented on decades of generations of clones to create them with useful abilities: all funded by the Republic in an attempt to keep the increasingly dangerous galaxy under control. When a normal civilian suddenly develops the power to set fire to a whole building with just a flicker of a hand, normal everyday troopers aren't enough.

Not all citizens posses powers, thanks the Maker; it's still a minority, but a minority in a galaxy of millions is significant. In the same way, not everyone in the GAR does; though Torrent Company is an elite squad where they all have one ability or another, put together to face the most complicated of situations. Fives has premonitory dreams, glimpses of possible futures –usually at random, though he can concentrate in specifics sometimes–; Echo can interact with and control every single piece of machinery around them. Captain Rex can influence and manipulate minds to a certain degree; Kix makes cells regenerate –wether it's on himself or another being–, which inmediately directed him to medic training. Hardcase makes things explode –like Wrecker from the Bad Batch, he'd heard–, Dogma conjures shields, and Tup, the most recent rookie, can inflict pain –which he had decided to represent by the small tattoo of a tear in his right undereye–. It's a good mix.

Unfortunately, Fives knows it's not going to be enough. He's seen this place on his dreams; has watched the woman escaping them in dozens of possible futures. There's ony one of them where they manage to get her –which is why they have to try, no matter how small the probability is–; but realistically, the ARC knows they won't succeed in Ioth.

They don't. Torrent manages to surprise her alright –Jesse's ability crutial to track her through the snow–; but as soon as she recognises the threat, she opens fire with an almost entertained smile. Dogma brings up a shield upon them inmediately –the kind ones that droideka's have but amplified in size–; and Rex doesn't wait a second on trying to subdue her.

"Stand down and turn yourself in" he orders her in that kind of special low, dark voice, an abbility almost no-one is able to resist.

To everyone's surprise, the young woman smirks.

"Mm. I don't think I will, trooper. You'll have to find a way to forgive me".

She doesn't flee inmediately, though she could, and instead humours them with a small chuckle, an amused arched eyebrow, and an explanation.

"Surprised, huh? I'll let you onto a little secret; most mental powers don't have an effect on me" she mockingly whispers to them. "You'd have a better chance with physical ones, if you have some of that".

As an answer, Tup quickly extends his hand forward, and quietly turns up the pain receptors inside of her. Her knees bend with a whimpered, muffled scream.

Rex makes a subtle sign and they all inmediately move towards her; but even twitching in pain, with her jaw clenched and eyes tightly shut closed, she vanishes in a blink of purple.

The captain sighs and turns to Jesse. He answers without needing to be asked; concentrating for a few minutes while the rest of them give him some quiet to work in.

"Parla" he finally states, and Rex nods firmly.

At least it's not a far jump from where they are.

The captain gives a few last orders around.

"Echo, bring the ship here. I'm kriffing tired of this cold. And Tup" he stares at the young trooper, who already looks nervously guilty. "Wait for a signal next time. She's cocky; our best chance to get her is to indulge her in a chat, not spooke her like that".

"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir" Tup inmediately answers, Heavy coming closer to pat his shoulder comfortingly.

That night, Fives dreams shows him glimpses of a woman named Saisa.

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Fives has folders and folders of information of his dreams on his datapad. He has had so many visions and possible futures –some becoming a reality, some not– it's only sensible to do so; keep everything more or less organised and saved in case he doesn't remember it quite well and needs to go back and check on them. He dreams of that same woman, Saisa, again and again on the following weeks; while Torrent jumps from Ioth to Parla, from Parla to Naboo, and then to Alderaan, Corellia, Hoth, and back to Parla.

It takes him a while, but with each dream, he begins to see a connection. This woman is vitally important to the Blink –he just knows by the way they interact together in his dreams–; and if there might be someone in the galaxy the fugitive would be itching to visit from time to time, it's definitively her. Fives just needs to figure out where exactly this Saisa lives and they'll be able to set a trap instead of following this girl through the whole kriffing galaxy.

He meditates; just like the Jedi taught him to. He can redirect his visions better this way; and he focuses on just one thing, Saisa. Ironically, it's not the woman in question the one that appears on his dream; but the one they are trying to catch, the Blink herself.

<< "Who's Saisa?" a quiet, peaceful version of Fives ask, eyes trained on the young female in front of him.

She glances back at him with intrigue; wariness but trust at the same time.

"Why' you wanna' know that?"

Soft rays of light make a halo around her shape, almost like the purple glow that hugs her body every time she teleports, and Fives' dream version can't help but think of how beautiful she is.

"I... I've seen us taking her in. Helping her escape of the hands of the Empire" Fives pauses, evaluating her reaction. "She must be important to you, because you cried in this vision upong getting her back to safety. You both did. So, who is she?"

Li smiles nostalgically; in a way that tugs at Fives' heart. She steps closer to him.

"Remember... Remember the things I told you about my past?" She asks, fingers playing with each other nervously. Fives knows this is delicate. He nods in silence, stepping closer too, ready to listen to this bit of her story, of herself. Usually, she's not one to share much. "Saisa is the woman who took care of me when I was abandoned at birth. She gave me her food when she didn't have anything to eat herself, protected me, put me back together after I... After I..."

She struggles, and Fives lays a comforting hand on her shoulder, caresses the skin there. She takes a deep breath and continues; and Fives must have already been told of this, because he's not surprised, but calm and understanding instead.

"After I was almost raped" she manages to continue. "She was basically my mother, the closest person I've ever had. I lost contact with her after she left Coruscant... But I love her, wherever she is. She is important, Fives".

He nods, and tucks the woman into his arms. Li closes her eyes with a sigh. >>

Wrenching himself back from his vision, Fives pants. His mind works a million thoughts per second. He was right; Saisa is an important person to the Blink, sort of an adoptive mother. And she must live in Coruscant still. But... There's more to unfold. There's a difficult past to Li's story and... He's not quite sure how, yet; but he might be an important person to the Blink in the future as well.

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The Corries make the dirty work for them. They ask around through Coruscant, and are redirected to the medium levels; and it's only a matter of time and investigation from there. They find a thirty four year old Saisa that matches with Fives' stories; and Torrent Company travels back home, ready to set the trap in.

They plan everything out. A Blink is still a Blink, and even if they'd manage to catch her by surprise at Saisa's home, like in Ioth, there's really no tell if they'd be fast enough to put her in cuffs before she vanishes to somewhere else. So they make Saisa do it. Rex uses his compulsion on her; orders her to act normal if Li pops in the apartment to visit her and wait until she is distracted to seal the power-blocking cuffs around her wrists. Saisa's eyes only show a sliver of pannick and fear for one second before her emotions are soothed out in forced compliance. At the Captain's orders, she goes back to her day almost like a robot, undisturbed; and Rex and the two ARCs twins find a good spot to hide in the apartment while the rest of Torrent takes post around the building. Now it's just a matter of time and patience.

It takes four days for the Blink to appear. She acts normal, but Fives can tell she's wary; eyes glancing to the sides and around her from time to time while she chats with Saisa. The ARC can now read that same affection he had seen in his dreams; in the way Li closes her eyes shut and sags in the older woman's hug, releasing a deep, tired sigh. There's an audible magnetic click; and the Blink tears herself of Saisa, trying to tug her wrists free in a quick succesion of confusion, understanding, shock, hurt and betrayal.

"Saisa?" Is the only thing she says, a quiet whisper.

Captain Rex gives a signal, and Fives and Echo make an entrance, pointing their blasters at her firmly. She quickly turns towards them, stunned, and Captain Rex smirks.

"Don't blame her. Turns out compulsion does work alright with her".

Rage flickers through her face.

"You piece of shit!" She snarls, trying to bring a fist towards him, shaking in place when she quickly realises she's unable to.

She tries to teleport, then; her feet remaining stuck to the kitchen floor.

"It's over. You're going to prison, Miss" Rex goes to stand behind her, pushing her outside of the apartment firmly, Echo at his side while Fives walks after them.

He's silent while they take her to the Corries. He's silent while she's quickly found guilty in a trial; while the boys in red push her into a cell. He doesn't tell anyone about her, not even Echo; about dreams of pink fields and golden sunsets, a small house by the lake, a heartfelt keldabe kiss and the way his heart clench when he calls her mesh'la and cyare in a voice he has never used with someone else.

Fives doesn't know how can their story change so much from now to then. But there's a hundred posibilities of a future like that, and just two that differ in a complete oposite direction; and he knows what that means.

Maybe he'd be able to have it all, with just a bit of luck. Echo, Li, his brothers and a small house by the lake everyone would be welcomed in. Aliit, love, and a kid with a smirk that looks just like his.

THE END.

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Yooooo whatcha thinkkk?!?! Let me know! I think that came out great in a bittersweet kinda way!

So that's our second story published for the 10 fics of the 100blueceleb!! 8 more to go. Next one will be the Historic!Period AU with our dear Captain Rex! Like a bridgerton kinda thing, I've already planned it all and will be jumping to write it asap. It's gonna be so much fun!

Remember you can find the masterlist for this set of stories in my "sw masterlist" > "followers celebration" // or with the tag "100blueprompt".

See you around!

Xx,

Blue.

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