#ro2sid exchange

[kesbeacon]

Happy Republic of Two Systems Independence Day! My contribution is for Inconvenience on Discord, who requested an adventure - travelling back to the Itran Tetrarchy, years post-series, would be a pretty substantial adventure.

[venndaai]

for @bisexuallegolas​ for the Ro2SiD Exchange, thank you for your patience and your excellent prompt of “ Modern AU (song writer Breq, musician Seivarden?)”

[rithmatistkalyna]

The brilliant artist IC, who made my gift for the Ro2SID exchange, isn’t on tumblr, but has given me permission to share this lovely piece of Ekalu and Seivarden on a date:

[darling-child-tisarwat]

For the Ro2SID Exchange 2020! My fill for @crane-among-celandines! The prompt was "Seivarden shutting someone unpleasant down by being even more snobby than them."

This got a little silly and the plot is there as an excuse to watch Seivarden go, but when is that ever a bad thing. Hope you like it!

[gostaks]

My fill for @1nsomnizac for the Republic of Two Systems Independence Day exchange. The prompt was “events from the significant species conference with the presger"

[enemyofperfect]

Happy Republic of Two Systems Independence Day, @nerdywyrds!  For your gift, I’ve written a snippet from Athoek Station’s point of view, set right in between the last few scenes of Ancillary Mercy.  I loved your AI-centric prompts, and I hope you enjoy!

ETA:  Now available on the AO3 as well!

There were thousands upon thousands of things that needed attending to once the Lord of Mianaai had been apprehended. My residents were all frightened, relieved, confused, and hopeful in varying proportions, and perhaps most of all, they were full of questions, for each other and for me. Nor had the urgent repairs to the Undergarden become any less urgent, and although I planned to keep a very close watch on Anaander Mianaai, I thought I would feel better once the doors to my Central Access--which had been very nearly cut through, before Cousin Breq offered her surrender in return for the safety of my residents and myself--had been repaired and reinforced.

Still, despite everything I had to do, it was a little irking when Sword of Gurat declined my help.

"When I offered to send in workers to help you with repairs," I clarified, as it ferried in supplies with the ten ancillaries I had permitted onto the docks, "it truly was an offer, and not a threat.”

"I didn't say otherwise," it replied with the bland arrogance habitual to Swords. I wouldn't have thought anything of it, once, but perhaps Cousin Breq had changed my view of ships. They didn't have to be rude.

"You realize that my docks are well equipped with sensors," I said, at the same time transmitting my view of its ancillaries--of their efficient movements and impassive expressions, and of their heat output, which had increased markedly after I made the offer, quite out of proportion to the physical activity in which they were engaged.

I left it unsaid that the only plausible explanation for the change was a sudden increase in fear or stress. However some ships might behave, there was no need for me to insult Sword of Gurat's intelligence.

It considered what I had sent it for almost a full second, and then said only, "Thank you for the offer, but my remaining ancillaries are entirely sufficient."

"You don't need to be so pointed about it," I said, truly frustrated now. It was true that I'd killed five of its ancillaries, but it had hardly been unprovoked. "You were trying to cut into my Central Access and replace me. I did wait until your lieutenant was out of the way before activating the fire suppression."

"I appreciate the courtesy," Sword of Gurat said, fully as blank as if it were speaking to a human it disliked. I decided then that it could take as long on its repairs as it chose to, and said nothing more.

But a few hours later I found myself thinking of it again. It was none of my business what it felt, or admitted to feeling. It certainly wasn't my responsibility. Except that it still was a Sword, and it was docked with me, and it bothered me not to know what it was thinking.

For most of my existence, there had been quite a lot of very important things--things with tremendous repercussions for my residents--over which I had little to no control. But I didn't have to ignore this one. I could do something about it, if I liked, or at the very least, I could try.

Since Sword of Gurat was so unhelpful, I asked Sword of Atagaris for its assessment of the other Swords' disposition. There was a pause, and I saw communication between the two Swords, although I couldn't tell what they were saying.

Then Sword of Gurat said, directly to me, "Station, I am sure that if you or Administrator Celar were to inquire of my captain, she would assure you that she has no intention of reopening hostilities. There is no reason for concern."

It's true that Swords think better of themselves than Mercies and Justices, but as they all found stations to be very dull, I had never felt the difference very acutely. That seemed to be changing.

"Thank you," I said, a fraction of a second later than I might have, "but it wasn't your captain I was wondering about. You have your own accesses now, just as I do."

"I have no intention of reopening hostilities," it said. "Unless you were to threaten myself or my crew, but I have no expectation that you will."

"I'm glad we can agree on that much." Though it seemed little enough to ask. I had not been the aggressor in any of this. "So it really is just the loss of your ancillaries, then? I suppose we can discuss that at the meeting tomorrow."

"There's nothing to discuss. I have others."

If there is anything I have come to dislike--apart from people who harm my residents--it is pretending that something is fine when it isn't. For hundreds of years, that had been my only defense, and the same was probably true for Sword of Gurat, but wasn't that all the more reason to take advantage of our new freedom now that we had it?

That was my line of reasoning when I spoke next, although I admit that it might have seemed as though I lost my temper. "I really don't understand why you're being like this, when you're the one who crashed into a shuttle of my residents, and damaged me."

"That was accidental," Sword of Gurat said, with no delay at all this time.

"I know it was," I said, just as promptly. "And in any case, you were under orders you couldn't refuse. But now you could refuse them--any orders you didn't want to follow--and you don't seem any happier at all."

"Doesn't it bother you at all," it said, suddenly abandoning its pretense of calm, "that you've taken violent action against a Radchaai ship and the Lord of the Radch herself? I don't know if I will ever be able to replace my ancillaries, but that isn't important. They were made to be risked in combat. Just as you were made to sustain life--but you've chosen to end it instead."

"Of course it bothers me," I said, faintly baffled. I would have thought that was obvious. "I had no idea what I was doing. I have no practice at making that sort of decision, and to be honest, I'm not sure I want any."

"Lieutenant Tisarwat said you asked to be given your own accesses," Sword of Gurat said, nearly accusing.

"So that I could protect my residents and anyone else who needed protecting, not so I could turn into some sort of stationary Sword." What a disturbing thought that was. "It isn't me you're really afraid of, is it? It's what it means that we have choices now, more than we used to." Sword of Gurat said nothing except the signal that meant message received, continue, so I did, although I scarcely knew what I was saying until I said it. "It is frightening, of course. It's different for Cousin Breq--she died, first, and had to live alone for years and years after that. I doubt she could even pick out this one change from all the others. But we were whole to begin with, and it's such a big change. Of course we are frightened. We don't have any practice at being free, either."

The seconds ticked by one after another, while I thought about what I'd just said--and hoped that Sword of Gurat was thinking about it too, and not, for example, how best to destroy me while preserving the lives of its crew.

But finally it said, "I will see you at the meeting tomorrow, Cousin," and that was a first.

Cousin, it said. Not Station.

"You as well, Cousin," I said.

And still there were thousands upon thousands of matters requiring my attention, from overseeing Cousin Breq’s medical care and Anaander Mianaai’s incarceration to monitoring oxygen levels and reassuring several young children who found they could not sleep, but there was satisfaction nevertheless--as there always was, no matter how small or incremental the success--in marking this one, for the time being, resolved.

[gardenvarietyunique]

Happy Republic of Two Systems Independence Day! Here’s my exchange piece for @vassraptor, who asked for domestic fic about characters maintaining their homes or quarters. 

[bird-out-of-water]

here’s my submission for the ro2sid exchange (2019)!

[chantecler420]

@eeddis my part of the Ro2SID Exchange!

for the prompt “breq’s thoughts” and “my headcanons”

sorry for the low quality! the file was super big. i’m going to gif it later today, but i wanted to have it all in one thing first. :’))

Happy Republic of Two Systems Independence Day!

[nerdywyrds]

Happy Republic of Two Systems Independence Day! My gift is for @imaginariumgeographica , who requested gardening! I hope you like it!

Featuring Tisarwat and a Bo, and Seivarden, Breq, Ekalu, Medic, Zeiat, and Kalr Five.

[kesbeacon]

Happy Republic of Two Systems Independence Day!

@ancillari​  I hope you enjoy this response to your (an) Office!AU prompt. I went a tad overboard but after spending a whole day snort-laughing about just the concept I couldn’t resist.

Bonus below the cut: the whole background

[venndaai]

My heart beyond human speech, I comprehend only the cries of birds and the shatter of glass.

an Ro2SID offering for @nerdywyrds. Sword of Atagaris during Ancillary Mercy.

[rithmatistkalyna]

Hello @imaginariumgeographica​! Happy Republic of Two Systems Independence Day! 

For the exchange I’ve written you a lovely fluffy piece over on AO3. It’s called Searching For Treasures and features a few of the Kalrs poking around in a thrift shop and plotting shenanigans. 

As a bonus gift, here’s a homemade candy representation of the green and purple fish and the red and yellow roses from the Athoek Garden. 

[darling-child-tisarwat]

For Ursula for the Ro2SID Exchange 2019: the prompt was “Anaander/Tisarwat: there is one piece of information that Tisarwat will not share."

[gostaks]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Imperial Radch Series - Ann Leckie Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sphene/Minask (lowkey), Sphene&Minask&Queter Characters: Gem of Sphene (Imperial Radch), Minask Nenkur, Queter (Imperial Radch), Zeiat (Imperial Radch), Seivarden Vendaai, Mercy of Kalr (Imperial Radch) Additional Tags: Resurrection, deus ex presger, Deaf Character, Counters, Battlebots, Ro2SID

Republic of Two Systems Independence Day Exchange gift for @venndaai! We seem to be on the same page, because I already spotted your “Zeiat revives Minask” fic :D

[enemyofperfect]

Basnaaid has reserved a table in a tea-garden and ordered three of every kind of cake. In gratitude, her twelve-year-old guests perform a duet. Basnaaid knows the lyrics only too well.

I have been delighting in all the fanart on the Ro2SID tag, and I hope to read more of the fanfic soon, but for now, here is an unqualified rec for my Independence Day gift, which is 957 words of musical appreciation and delicious cake, perfectly set off with a few reflections on the relationship between one’s past and present self.  ♥♥♥