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[faecaribou]

I hope I’m not just a content creator to you guys but also insane

ITS TWO AM AND GUESS WHO WROTE 1400 WORDS ABOUT THE GREATER INVINCIBLE II POLYCULE??? THATS RIGHT BABEEEYYY!!!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38223133

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The Greater Invincible II Polycule (a.k.a. Y/N's best idea since sliced bread, except Y/N has been alive longer than sliced bread, because of WKM)     (YES THIS IS THE FIC TITLE ON AO3)

theres not really a plot, except Y/N solves everything by kissing everyone and its a happy ending and part 2s not out yet so i close my eyes and this is the canon ending thanks

Chapter 1: The First Loop

In all honesty, and with a lot of hindsight, having the ship wide polycule probably saved your life a hundred times over. Also, you think, staring at Gunther in shock as he points a shaking gun at you, the crew members by his side sharing the same look of doubt and confusion that you could see in your head of defense's eyes, it was probably the only thing saving you right now from getting your head blown off.

"Gunther?"

  You were something of a celebrity. It doesn't take much for a good captain's name to spread like wildfire, and the better of a person you were, the more people whispered your name with reverence.

That being said, it was a little disconcerting to see how desperate some of the crew members on the Invincible II were to get even an iota of your attention.

"I can park this shuttle with the blinds down," The Shuttle Pilot brags, slamming the blinds down to prove it. You furrow your eyebrows and take a glance at his Identification Tag.

D8198. You commit it to your memory. It feels important to you that you should know every name of every member of your crew, because it's your duty as captain to take care of them all.

When the shuttle crashes into the side of your ship, you're prepared- a good captain is always prepared, after all- grabbing the Shuttle Pilot and steadying him. He gazes at you in open admiration. Your hands slide down from steadying him by the shoulders to loosely holding his hands.

"Would- would you like to grab a coffee later?" He asks almost desperately. You smile back and with a gentle squeeze of his hands, arrange a time for the pair of you to share a coffee. D8198 lights up with joy.

  L5199 is pretty. Almost stunningly so. You're not sure if your breath is knocked out by the impact as she walks into you or from her beauty. She stares up at you in surprise. She hadn't been paying attention, walking along with her face buried in her tablet as you headed toward the bridge of the Invincible II for the first time since the start of the trip. You stare back at her, the moment seemingly suspended in time.

"I'm sorry!" She squeaks, and time moves on again.

You gesture towards her eye makeup and give a thumbs up. She flushes.

"Thank you."

Then she scurries along. As you should too, there's a schedule to be had.

  Sexy Crew stares at your interaction with L5199 in open jealousy and rushes forward for his moment of attention.

"Oh no," he says aloud with a dramatic flourish of the hand. "Captain, I'm falling! Catch me!" He sways forward in a trust fall, the kind that promises that despite the dramatics, he'll be hitting the floor hard without any strong arms to catch him.

You reach out almost on autopilot. It's ingrained in you, the instincts of a good captain, the ones that will never let your crew mates fall, even if its very silly and on purpose.

B5147, Sexy Crew's Identification Number reads.

He stares up at you in wordless surprise, like part of him had wondered if you were really going to catch him. You're a busy person after all, and sometimes the rumors describe you as rather no nonsense and straight to the point. Which isn't a fair descriptor- you're just an efficient captain.

You help him back to his feet and his eyes never leave yours. These two crew members are going to stay in your mind for a long time.

  It's stupid. It's goofy. Mark is going to laugh his ass off when he hears you say it out loud.

But Theory Crew is cute. You find your eyes meeting his as you give your speech, holding your glass of champagne, and as the warp care countdown begins, you watch in amusement as he downs his glass faster than anyone else around him.

You don't even get a sip of yours; Mark takes it.

"Mmm!" Mark gestures towards your cryo container as he places the empty glasses away, and you roll your eyes, leaning forward to give him a quick peck on the cheek before you step towards your cryo tube. Mark looks pleased.

  One date. You had one breath-taking date with the man, with the wordless promise of more, of adventures and heart-stopping thrill, and now he was ripped from your grasp. You curls your hands into fists.

Mark was gone.

  The Asteroid Defense System is offline. You stand in front of the door, trying not to let yourself succumb to the panic and grief of having watched Mark fly through the glass window in the bridge. You look at the two options in front of you, then back at the door between you and the misbehaving turret guns.

Wear a Disguise, or Wake the Crew.

You saw how Mark built those things. Like hell were you going to think for even a second that a disguise would work on them. You pull out your tablet and use the Wakey-Wakey Protocol to take Gunther out of cyber sleep.

With a bang and a scream, Gunther falls from the ceiling. You take a step forward, concerned, but he straightens up (or as straight as he gets; he slouches a lot) and removes his cigar from his mouth. You frown. He didn't have that in his mouth in his cyber sleep, right?

"The B stands for Bullet," He smirks, and heads toward you and the ADS room. You reach out with both your hands, silently asking for a hug. He accepts it.

"I hear you have a problem," He states, a question lurking in his voice. He takes a glance around. "Hey, where's Mark?"

Your eyes water and Gunther grimaces. "Oh." It doesn't take a genius to know that Mark would only stop following you around if he were dead.

Gunther squeezes you gently, once, before pulling out of the hug. "Come on Captain, don't fall apart now," he half-jokes, half-warns. You straighten up at the title. "You have a job to do."

He looks towards the door. "Don't worry, Captain. I've been through hundreds of battles. A few rogue drones won't get the best of me." He hesitates. "I'll be careful, though."

True to his word, he defeats the ADS with ease. "Give me a challenge next time," He teases, and you give him a kiss out of relief.

It's disappointing when the temperature suddenly drops.

"Do you feel that?" Gunther asks, but gets interrupted by the computer.

"Warning: Coolant leak in cryo."

Gunther backs up. "Sorry darling, but that's not my expertise. I'll keep working on the ADS, see if I can get it working the way it's supposed to, or at the very least, I'll man the turret guns to protect the ship from asteroids. That was supposed to be the drones' jobs, but..." He trails off with a shrug, stepping backward back into the room with a wink as the doors shut in front of him, leaving you alone in the hallway.

  It makes sense to just. Keep waking up the crew. They are very capable people, after all.

  Celci gives you a quick forehead kiss when she arrives.

"Mark found out the hard way glass windows and space don't mix?" She asks, but it doesn't sound like a question. At least she knows better than to gloat right now. She places the spare winter coat around your shoulders and steps into cryo, closing the door behind her.

Fixing the coolant leak is quick work, but soon she steps out only to pull you in. There's something wrong with reactor. Luckily, she seems to agree with you that waking Burt is the best idea.

  Burt confuses Celci sometimes, but when he steps out of reactor with the problem already fixed, she greets him just the same as she did you. You give both of them a relieved hug, thinking all the troubles are over, when the computer announces that the Warp Core is Unreachable.

  Even Celci misses Mark right now.