#muse;; what a fuckin' prick (hank anderson)

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Detroit: Become Human + Trigun Stampede Crossover Verse

v;; androids in no man’s land (side; connor; rk900; hank)

When humans were trying to flee from Earth, having spent up all of the available resources on the planet, there was a company who assisted in achieving their goals of travel. CyberLife was one of the few remaining large corporations that operated off of other available resources as opposed to fossil fuels and the like. The CEO of the company, Elijah Kamski, made it his mission to ensure humanity could survive out there in the vastness of space. He played a key role in Project SEED, providing insight on the ships that would be sent out to find and populate other planets. Another thing the man had created were androids. Beings to assist in the integration of a new world and the order that it would need. There were a variety of models, ranging from health care androids, worker androids, all the way to law enforcement androids. The intention was that people would still be able to learn from these androids and have everything they needed in order to survive and grow in the new world. The intention was sound, but the execution was poor. Many of the ships were destroyed during travel or landing on various planets. Gunsmoke was one such planet that, unfortunately, most of the androids were lost in the crash. Either intense damage beyond repair or the ships they were on simply didn’t make it. The humans who survived their crash landing were left to their own devices, unable to utilize the technology that had been made for them.

Connor POV

Connor was among the lost androids, having been on a ship that crashed on Gunsmoke and remained untouched for over 150 years. The androids had all been placed in cryo with the people to ensure they were in pristine condition upon arrival. Unfortunately, Connor was never released from this state and remained dormant. He was designed to enforce and uphold the laws people held strongly on Earth. One of, what was supposed to be many, law enforcement androids that resembled a detective among the police force. He is unaware of everything that has happened to humanity since landing on Gunsmoke nor the time that has passed.

RK900 (Colin) POV

Colin, too, was one of the last android models aboard one of the ships. He was built as a backup model in case the RK800 model ever failed. He was designed as a caregiver for the plants, to regulate them and ensure that they were stable throughout the process of pulling power from them. Additionally, he was tasked with enforcing security. Maintaining the rooms that the Plants resided in, as well as ensuring that no unauthorized personnel entered their rooms. The RK900 model unfortunately never saw the light of this task come to fruition. He was not activated in the last 150 years after the crash, only recently coming to life when something shifted and the pod carrying the androids was disturbed. Colin found himself wandering a wasteland, trying to understand what happened to humanity and the plants. He finds himself drawn to cities with plants, though humans seem to not understand his purpose. Unlike the RK800 model who had a mission upon starting up, Colin does not. Instead, the android is seeking out Plants in order to follow his initial programming.

Hank POV

Hank Anderson’s ancestor was one of the people trapped in the pods during the crash. His ship had been saved, otherwise Hank wouldn’t be around today. He pegged himself as some sort of Detective, investigating crimes or stopping crimes, whatever you wanted to call it. He was someone for hire for the most part, though this world was certainly cruel. No Man’s Land was no joke, and Hank has seen his fair share of trouble. He has found himself getting caught up with an android from the old world, from before the crash, all thanks to his DNA matching some schmuck from that era. At first, Hank is not interested and tries to brush Connor off, but slowly the android wears him down and he agrees to help Connor, who seems to insist on investigating all of those disappearing plants. This thing is going to be the death of him.

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"If you say your life isn't worth anything, I swear Connor..." He shoots him a glare, shutting down that thought where it stood. As far as Hank was concerned, Connor was more human than a lot of humans these days. He actually had a personality, a brain in his skull. Even if it was all 0's and 1's, it didn't matter. He was human.

A drawn out sigh, "I mean...I know of some people, I have some connections around and outside the city, so there's a chance we could get you some form of ID. For the time being though, we don't have anything but a story in case we run into soldiers. I'm not going to be able to stop them from asking questions or trying to examine us if they want to though..." If it came to that. If they scanned Connor and found he was an android....He wasn't sure what he'd do but it wasn't going to end well either way.

He turned down the street, heading for the back roads out of the city. The highways and major roads wouldn't work. "And we are partners, Connor. Trust me, I wouldn't be here today without you...several times over." There was a brief smile that crossed his face. He was grateful for the android. Grateful for his friendship.

Hank glanced towards the city center where the flashes were coming from, a deep frown forming. "Explosions....They're probably trying to shut the androids down by violent force...." he sighed, shaking his head, "Damn pricks...They should have listened..." Humanity truly was fickle.

The car was running and Hank stepped back out to look back towards the house. He was going to run in and grab him if he didn't come out. Thankfully, the android wandered out with a bag. He was relieved, but there was definitely a look of fear that he was trying to hide with being focused on getting them out of there.

He moved back into the car as Connor got in, buckling in and shifting the car into gear. "Do you think Kamski is behind the deviants?" Honestly, he wouldn't be surprised. That man was a complex asshole. He would likely deny it though, if anyone addressed it with him. "He's a prick, don't let him get into your head," he commented as he pulled out of the driveway and headed down the street opposite the direction the shots came from. He was hoping to avoid any conflict and to try and take the back roads out of the city, but the likelihood that they wouldn't run into any sort of trouble was unfortunately very slim.

If it wasn't androids, it would be soldiers. They probably had every road blocked, wanting to contain the androids to Detroit.

"I don't know what was the final straw, but this definitely isn't the only thing that made the deviants. Whether Kamski programmed it or not...This is something we likely would have faced sooner or later. Humanity can't cooperate with each other yet alone with something that resembles us. We're fickle things..." he sighed, "You're a good person, Connor. Don't let anyone cut you short, got it...?"

He glanced at him with a soft smile. He didn't have all the answers, but he at least could try and quelle any questioning Connor might have. Looking back ahead, his face grew serious. "So we need a story," he stated, "You don't have any ID, and if I can vouch for you with any soldiers or anything, then I will do whatever the hell I can....I have my badge, my ID...We could work it that you're my partner on the force, but you didn't have time to grab anything -- you were off duty at the time. Maybe we can work with that..."

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@nicholas-wolfwood liked this for a starter.

“Kid, I think we could both use a drink...”

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✏️ - Hank and Connor

Don't Quote Me

Nick: The best part of an oreo is the cookie part, not the frosting. Deal with it. Connor: Darkness without light is an abyss. Light without darkness is blinding. You cannot have a coin with one side. Hank: YO SOCRATES! IT'S A FUCKING COOKIE!

*Something crashes* Nick: Shoot- Hank: *running into the room in a panic* WHAT FELL?! Connor: *walking by the room calmly* What died?

*Connor is laying on the floor with their eyes closed* Nick: Hey, are they sleeping or dead? Hank: Hopefully dead, I hated them. Nick: Yeah, me too. Connor, sitting up: First of all, fuck you guys.

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“ the cost of victory. “ -For Hank

Tis Not A Scratch

Hands shook as he reached out to touch Nick's face. Careful and gentle, he felt the cold clamminess of the dead kid in the androids arms. Colin had carried Nick a long ways, the android looking a little worse for ware himself, but he was still clutching Nick's body.

The kid looked pale beyond belief, though his eyes were closed. Almost as if he were sleeping, though Hank knew better. Another son lost.

"What happened?" Hank asked, looking up at Colin. He could see the android was distant. The LED still flashed a sharp red and hadn't stopped since he arrived. He wasn't answering.

"..." Hank looked back at Nick, assessing the injuries. So many wounds, it was no wonder....Fuck!

He needed to pull himself together. If he didn't, Colin was likely to malfunction and do something stupid. He had to put aside his grief. "Colin," he spoke up to the android, "Let me take him." He held his arms out, trying to take Nick's body from Colin. The android looked at Hank, clearly in distress as the older man tried to take the body. "...Please, Colin....I've got him."

There was a long pause as they two stared at one another before the android finally relinquished his grip on Nick's body. Hank felt the weight fill his arms and he stumbled only slightly, not having expected the weight so quickly. Colin made it look easy. "...Go get cleaned up," he told the droid before he turned to carry Nick's body outside.

"You deserved better, kid....I'm sorry..."

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Hank frowned at the android, noting the sharpness of his response. It had not been his intention to offend the android in anyway. He always did have trouble separating this one from an actual human since the day they met. His question had been a reminder for himself of their differences, and more out of curiosity than anything malicious.

“I deserve that,” he admitted with a sigh, “Look, I didn’t mean anything by it. Take it as curiosity, but...judging by your reaction..” He smiled now, nudging Connor to try and get him to loosen up. “You’re more human than even you probably realize.”

@adventures-written asked: “When you touch me, do you feel anything? Am I just ones and zeroes in your processor?” (Hank)

It was a simple enough question. Functionally, androids had relied on a replica of the human nervous system to fulfil their roles. Being tactile helped you clean a dish without breaking it, or to apply the correct pressure to the trigger of a gun. Connor doubted Hank had meant much by the inquiry. 

Still, regret seeps under his skin at what he’d thought had been a simple gesture - laying a hand on Hank’s arm to catch his attention. Reminders at just how different they were scratched at something raw inside of him, a vulnerability he’d rather deal with alone. 

“I don’t know, Hank. When I touch you, do you feel anything? Or is it just a bunch of sensory receptors sending information to your brain?” 

His response is unintentionally sharp. Connor shifts in his seat as silence falls between them, his posture rigid. 

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‘ no matter what we do, it's probably not exactly legal. ’ (Connor to Hank? Maybe their dystopian world kinda thing?)

Various Things

He was getting too old for this. Running around, dodging the law, trying to hide an android. Not to mention avoid any rogue androids that wanted to kill humans. It didn't seem to matter to them whether you were on their side or not.

It was a game of strategy, and he was not really on board to play.

He watches as Sumo runs around looking for a spot to go to the bathroom. They had made a pit stop at a gas station -- one which appeared to have been evacuated from all the turmoil in Detroit. They needed gas, and they could also do with some food, so now the questions was, do they break in?

Hank sighs, stepping off of the car to go to the trunk. He opens it, rummaging for a moment before pulling out the tire iron. "I guess we're breaking and entering. At least no one's home..." he smirks at Connor before approaching the front door. He would smash the glass so they could get it unlocked and get inside.

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Tag dump 4/?

(Ignore this, my tags got deleted)

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"You never were any good with the ladies, Hank." @ hank !

The Mummy

He steadies his gaze on Connor, almost as if he's about to say something unpleasant. But he bites it back. "You know...I think my ex would agree with you there."

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“Ya, and you look the type that will roll over at even the slightest hint of trouble. Get outta here...” He waves a hand, as if dismissing them.

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What’s your role in the found family dynamic?

Tagged by: @nicholas-wolfwood​​ Tagging: Anyone who would like to.

Muse: Hank Anderson

the silent sufferer

you love your friends, but the truth is, you go through most of the real things alone. it's better that no one sees you like this. you'll be fine, really, because you're used to feeling this way. it'll pass. it always does. that's what you believe, anyway. you're more likely to give someone advice on a lesson you've learned without telling them how you learned it. you've come to realize that, if they're coming to you for advice, they'll be too preoccupied to ask. it stings, but it's... that's just the way feelings work sometimes. when you're around others, most of these problems seem to vanish, and you're better able to love the person you are. only on the worst days do you continue to hear that insistent whisper that it's, "all a lie because they don't know what's *really* going on." it's not a lie. you are loved. those moments together are real. there are times when you can afford not to be so strong.

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Wasted Years (Closed)

@apotheosistm ;; Hank and Cole Anderson, plotted.

He was home after a late night at work. Another case with another set of androids. Though, he supposed they were now considered to be something more than just that. Still, people couldn’t seem to accept it. They couldn’t come to terms with the fact that androids had won their freedom. Some even scrutinized Kamski for making a flaw in his design. Whatever, the guy was an asshole anyway.

The case was basic, some asshole attacked an android couple on the street when they were heading home. Bludgeoned one in the back of the head with a tire iron, and the other was chased down in a car. Evidently, the asshole wasn’t so smart and he rolled himself into a ditch. Guy was in the hospital, which only amused Hank. He was in it for years now when the idiot woke up. It was a long night, but at least the case was simple.

After dropping his partner, Connor, off at the newly acquired apartments for androids, Hank had gone home. He was just shifting his jacket off when the house phone rang. He ignored it of course. All he wanted to do was take a quick shower and crawl into bed. Hanging up his coat, the ringing stopped and went to the answering machine. Stepping through the house, Hank moved to the kitchen to get a glass of water -- normally it would have been a bottle of whiskey, but he was trying to get better.

“Mr. Hank Anderson, this is Doctor Stephen’s at the Detroit General Hospital. I’m calling in regards to your son, Cole Anderson. There has been some change in his vitals and...”

Hearing his sons name sent his heart racing. Running over to the phone, he picked it up. “Hello? Yea, this is Hank Anderson. You have news about Cole?” he asked, feeling frantic. Sumo came over, nudging against Hank’s hand, which casually pet the dogs head as he listened to the doctor on the phone. “Yes, Mr. Anderson. There has been some change in your son’s vitals. It appears as though he’s starting to wake up.” “No..no, they told me he would never wake up..” Hank replied. “Yes, I understand that. But he has. There is always a chance where coma patients can wake up.” “Shit...” Hank hissed, a well of emotions stirring up inside of him, “I’ll be right down...”

Hanging up the phone, Hank moved past Sumo to grab his jacket again. Sumo let out a soft whine of concern, feeling how frantic his owner was. “Good boy,” Hank reached back to pat the dog, “Good boy...it’s ok...I’ll be back.” Slipping his shoes on, Hank hurried out the door and to his car. It wouldn’t take him long to reach the hospital, though, he was still processing it all. What if this was some cruel joke? Fucking assholes just messing with him? People did that, especially these days.

In all honesty, Hank hadn’t been to see his son in two years. He couldn’t face the guilt anymore at that point, losing everything and falling into the bottle. He had been a drunk two years ago, and it only got worse when he stopped visiting his coma patient son. He was ashamed of what he was turning into. The drunk suicidal mess that he had only recent started getting help for.

And now his son was waking up? Fuck! What do you do or say when you haven’t even been by their side all this time? He was such an asshole.

Pulling into the hospital parking lot, Hank didn’t even bother paying for parking. Whoever gave him a fucking ticket would be damned! He went into the hospital, a sudden rush of familiarity the second he stepped through the doors. Walking down the hall to the elevator, there was this feeling of going weak at the knees. It was almost as if he floated into the elevator now, hitting the button to which floor he needed. Four. The floor where they kept their damn psychiatric patients next to the coma patients. Cause that was fucking smart.

Stepping off the elevator, he moved to the reception desk. “I’m here to see Cole -- Cole Anderson. He’s my son...” Hank said to the nurse sitting there. She glanced up at him with a tired smile -- must be pulling a double. A glance at her computer, scrolling through patients he assumed. “Ah, yes! Cole. I’m sorry, Mr. Anderson, but Cole is no longer on this floor,” the nurse stated. That sent Hank’s blood boiling. “What the fuck?! I got a fucking call from a doctor and Cole isn’t even fucking here anymore?! Where the fuck is my son?!” he asked, clearly irritated and annoyed, though, he didn’t mean to go off on a nurse.

She seemed surprised, standing from her seat to get on a more eye level with him. “He’s been moved to the third floor, sir. Room 324B. And I would like to ask if you could refrain from further outbursts,” she stated, “He’s fine and awake. They sent him down for testing and he will get better care on the third floor now that he is awake.” A feeling of stupidity fell over Hank and he deflated. “Ah...Thank you...And sorry...” he waved a hand at her, moving back to the elevator. He paused, glaring at the contraption before moving to take the stairs down one floor instead.

His heart was racing. This really was happening. Cole was awake. Walking through the halls, everything seemed to go into slow motion as he walked towards the room he was given. He appeared in the doorway and froze. There, sitting in the bed, was a much older version of his son. He had grown even in his ever-lasting sleep. He was smiling, talking with a doctor. But Hank couldn’t hear anything that was being said because his ears were ringing. His eyes watered, he could feel the sting of tears. It really was him. 

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“I’m too old for this shit...”

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@loyaltycoveredinblood

“I heard someone hurt my android son. Know anything about that, asshole?”

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Another Addition;; Hank Anderson

Hank Anderson is a Lieutenant working for the Detroit Police Department. He specializes in cases pertaining to homicide, although he now has the addition of taking on any cases pertaining to androids and deviancy. He works with Connor, the android sent by CyberLife. Depending upon the verse, he has a relatively good to bad relationship with Connor. Worse off if Connor remains a machine.

Hank will be used mainly as a side muse in threads I need him for. Though, he will also be available for questions/asks/rp if needed.

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“I’ve been called worse.” - for Hank or Colin!

Snarky Starters

“Bullshit,” Hank grumbled, tilting his glass and taking a good sip of his whiskey, “Gavin’s got nothing on me.”