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Starhopper's Logbook Entries Part 4

Never thought I would get to write something about my girl Starhopper again, but inspiration hit me.

It's a little bit different than the other three entries, but I hope those interested will still like it.

If someone wants to read up on the other parts, here they are: 1, 2, Icarus, 3

Star Seeker lore and frametype was created by @dimorphodon-x

Starhopper and Icarus are my star seeker ocs.

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Logbook Entry 188:

The ghost of my brother has been following me for more than a week now. At first, I couldn’t make out much. He was a shadow most of the time, but then he became clearer, and I could make out his form.

He really looks like me, or at least we look similar. Which means there must be more of us! I am not the only one of my kind left in this galaxy!

I have a - --------

Starhopper placed her pen down, as she turned off her data-pad and let out a soft sigh. She couldn’t write, not when someone was staring down her shoulder and watching every glyph she put down. It didn’t feel right to write about her personal thoughts, when someone was watching. Even if that someone was long dead.

“I… don’t want to sound rude…” Muttered Starhopper quietly, as she awkwardly shifted in her stool to have a better look at the gold and dark blue mech behind her. Keeping her optics fixated on the visor that hid her brother’s, as she clutched the data-pad closely to her chest. “But… writing is a little hard when someone is watching…”

Her brother was quiet for a moment, before letting out a faint chuckle and bowing his head. “Ah, my deepest apologies. I did not intend to intrude into your personal space. I was merely interested in what you were doing, little sister. It has been long since I was able to openly interact with someone.” Said the other Star Seeker, as he walked over, or more like floated, to the nightstand where Starhopper kept her sparse belongings and picked up the crystal Magnolia. Twisting it in his digits as a small smile graced his lips. “Let alone someone like us. You would not believe the misfortune our kind shares when it comes to being, well, us. Sometimes I wonder if our kind wasn’t cursed by our creator after all.”

Starhopper tilted her head at the mech. Ever since he became more visible to her, he’s been nothing but a mystery. Oftentimes he spoke so differently, almost as if he went through more millennials as anyone she has ever met. But when she asked about it, all Starhopper got was a laugh and a shake of the head, before he explained how that was impossible for him. Either way, her dead brother was a strange mech.

“But if our kind is cursed to have bad luck, then why was I lucky enough to meet you?” She asked innocently, placing her data-pad down and standing up. Taking a few steps towards her brother, before being stopped by a comm. The two owners of the inn needed her to start her shift earlier than usual, and Starhopper wasn’t a femme who wouldn’t help someone in need. “Ah… ehm… I guess we will have to continue later. Sorry. There’s a troublemaker down there.”

“Do not worry about our conversation. I will still be here when your shift ends. After all, a dead mech can’t go far.” The dead mech said, as he turned towards Starhopper, only to catch her rushing out of the room quickly. Forgetting her spear in the process and causing the mech to let out a soft sigh. “One of these days, she will forget to bring her wings.” He muttered, before picking up the weapon and leaving the room himself. Keeping mostly to the shadows, as he floated down the halls and towards the front of the inn. Something that usually wasn’t necessary because of him being, well, a ghost and thus not seeable for most others, but a floating spear would be quite the sight. Especially when everyone knew that it belonged to Starhopper.

So, he stayed in the back. Holding the spear that once belonged to him, while watching Starhopper deal with the rowdy patreon.

“Please, sir. You know the rules of the inn.” Said Starhopper, as she held her servos up in a harmless gesture, while the guest kept on shouting at her every kind of profanity he could think of. Although, the taller femme did not once shout back or try to deny anything the other shouted in his drunken stupor. All she did was talk calmly to him, while trying her best to not accidentally hurt the mech when she grabbed his waist and picked him up. Saying a quick apology to everyone for the inconvenience, as she carried him outside.

However, Starhopper came back after a while and was quick to walk past everyone and into the back of the inn where her designated ‘break room’ was. Granted, it was nothing more than a big enough closet, but Starhopper never complained. And it was closer to the main area of the inn than her room, should something happen. So, she didn’t complain.

Either way, the ghostly mech was quick to follow Starhopper into the break room. Leaning the spear onto the closest wall while chiding her like an older brother for leaving it behind in the first place. Although, his next words died in his throat as he turned around and saw her holding her side. Energon seeping out from between her digits. “Hopper… you’re…”

“Y-yea… he had a knife and I… I didn’t notice it…” Starhopper chuckled, as she pressed down on her wound with one servo, while she rummaged around in search for the first aid kit. “A-ah… I must have startled him. I mean, no-one would attack unless provoked or scared, right?” She asked, but as Starhopper got no answer from the dead mech, she turned to look at him. Concern written over her face, as she saw his blank expression. “B-brother?”

“You are such a naive fool.”

“Wh-what?”

“You heard me! You are a naive fool for even thinking that this was not done with malice! Hopper, that mech yelled insults at you when all you did was treat him with kindness. He HURT you, when you did nothing wrong!” Starhopper flinched back at her brother's outburst. Never has she heard the dead mech yell or sound this furious. Yes, sometimes he wasn’t happy about how she dealt with certain scenarios or how she always put herself between fighting guests, but never has Starhopper seen him this angry. Not in the short time they have known each other.

“B-but…”

“NO ‘BUTS’! Mechs like that, they do not care Hopper. They do not care at all! They are cruel, they will hurt you, and they will definitely offline you the second they have the option to! Why do you think I am dead!? Why do you think my people are dead!?” He didn’t mean to scream or yell at Starhopper, he truly didn’t, but seeing her hurt like this, it opened up wounds in his ghostly spark that haven’t healed yet. Especially when he could have done something. He wasn’t like other ghosts of their kind. He could interact with the living. He could touch them, he could mess with them, and yet, he didn’t.

“It is because of mechs like that… someone like you has to suffer Hopper…”

“B-brother…” Starhopper started, but she was silenced by the ghostly mech’s raised servo. “No more words Hopper. We should get you fixed up, before you head out again. I am sure that the two owners are already worried about you.” Was all he said, before taking the first aid kit from Starhopper’s shaking servo and starting to patch her up. “You’re lucky. The wound wasn’t too deep, but you should still tell the owners about what happened and see a medic.” Starhopper only nodded. Too scared to say anything, in fear of upsetting her brother even more.

Although, his words still made her wonder about some things. Which mechs was he referring to? How did he and his people die? And why was he following her around? Shouldn’t he be in the after spark by now?

She might have said the last two questions out loud, to which the ghostly mech only chuckled like he usually would. Seems like his anger has already passed.

“My spark, it has always been a little bit off.” He explained, while finishing patching up Starhopper. “I cannot explain it, it just was easier for me to do certain things. But ever since I died, those things have become even easier. I suppose you could call me an outlier, although a dead one.” There was a chuckle coming from him, before it turned into a sad sigh. “Who knew that I had to die in order to figure that out… Any more questions?”

“Yes, but only one.” Starhopper said, as she looked from her patched-up wound towards the dead mech. “What’s your name? You never told me, and I would love to call you something else than just ‘brother’.”

For a moment, there was silence, until a smile formed on the ghost’s face. “I cannot believe that it slipped my mind to tell you my name.” He said with a chuckle, before placing a servo over his dead spark as he bowed.

“I am Icarus. The fool who flew too close to his wish and died chasing it.”

[arttsuka]

He got emotional

[kaisollisto]

[kittycatcorner]

you guys seemed to like merseal lawrence SO i thought i'd give y'all some various doodles from group magmas!

ft. teeny pictus catfish adam and the bastardous hoffshark

[lnrdc]

today's messy practice/francis studies

[lycorisicecream]

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[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

and happy pride to these assholes. it's still june so i can technially still make that joke right

[slumbergoblin]

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[annoyingvee]

I hate how my URGE to draw fanart of my and my friend's ttrpg characters is inversely proportional to my drawing skills

Like I'll fucking draw stick people fanart of my babies if i have to BUT OMFG HOW I WISH I COULD DO THEM RIGHT

If you happen to come across this post, everytime i get a like in this i will draw something until I'm minimally able to post some drawing here (likes instead of reblogs cus I don't want to mess your blogs and everything, but if u want to reblog with any kind of advice I'd love to hear some lol)

[chiropteracupola]

I feel like 'Cried So Hard It Briefly Rewrote My Personality' is not the right description for what happened last night, but it was weird to be so mentally worn out that I no longer had any desire to draw or work on any creative-writing projects and so this morning I sat down and did assignments with perfect peace and focus. is this how people Normally feel as they go through life.

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>>I might draw and ramble about them more later when I'm less eepy lol

[arttsuka]

So, please don't send me anymore asks right now, I don't think I'll be able to finish them 😢

I won't be home for the foreseeable future so I won't have most of my art supplies with me

Yes all these, I can't just take them all :(

Btw I won't be closing the ask box or anything

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i might go offline until wednesday or thursday. take care, love you all

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I wanna draw more puppy gojo...

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i told @ckneal i'd do something for their royal au like,,, forever ago and i'm only now delivering aksjdhkja

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if i never have to render anything again in my entire life it will still be too soon </3