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ikkosu · 8 months ago

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(prowl.gn.cybertonian.reader)

While rooked into a case he needs to solve, and aside from getting a new partner for, well, reasons — the enforcer is faced with a certain 'predicament' he needs tending.

reader is taller than prowl btw. like, a little bit taller. Or like super tall. I just like the height difference ok. ever since I saw this fanart I just went AWOOGA he's so ndjdjdn his waist damn. I need him submissive. posted this at one am too :D warnings : mild robot gore, and mentions of valve spike. all that stuff.

CHAPTER ONE

UP at the south, Kaon's underground road network hasn't been fairing well these last few solar cyles. The tunnel, swarthed in ink, stretched across from both sides of the labyrinth with each end unseen, fading off into the deep chasm. The only light source now was Swindle's flashlight that lit a soft halo on the ceiling.

The tunnel was extremely obscure under radar. After several Deceptions attempted another revolutionary feat it was then banned of entry. You can barely trace any energon trails entering and leaving the tunnel. Small wonder it was chosen as a hideout — disregarding, of course, the daily patrols now that occured at fixed intervals.

Grimacing, he shifted on his pedes to avoid the murky puddle on his right. The shroud of sulfuric egg, rotten scum and the churn of garbage danced by, and Swindle wouldn't have chosen this place at all if it weren't for the pleasureable sum he's about to be gifted with.

This better be a good deal.

And, on cue, the silhouette of a mech emerged from the shadows, quelling any sense of irritation he had for the late timing. Chastise would be normally an appropriate response. But he figured there'd be no point about huffing now when he's sure this mech's not a force to be reckoned with — and is frame shouldn't be : optics a darkly blue, gold platings a pulsing radiance under the beam of light.

He's a physical embodiment of a shanix-jacked aristocrat. The ones those 'cons' would surely give a good beating to. Him, on the other hand? They're good customers. The best, if any.

"Traffic, eh Senator?" Swindle approaches, servos itching for a good deal. He's already skimming through the many treats he's got under his sleeve.

"Hardly." He grunts with a dismissive wave. "Just some mindless cogs trying to interfere with my work. I ought to establish some policy to prevent them from being this, ugh, trying."

"Believe me, those coppas are as persistent as sparkeaters leechin' off a snuffed mech." He mused.

The mech laughs, a deep rich rumble pricely enough to conjure gold bars. "It's a mystery to know when they'll emerge unannounced."

" Now, onto business. What do we have, here?"

Between them, a barrier, is a table. Producing a rectangular black box from his subspace, the mech sets it down on the surface. Inside, a clink of something can be heard like wind chimes fluttering against the breeze.

"All the crystals from the best of all cities and planets." He said. " Iacon, Vos, Teran, Xaraen — Camien delight, your favorite, is also a plus."

"Ohohoho!" Swindle unlatches the cover and beams at the myriad of vibrant gems. "You can't be giving me these beauties all for nothing, eh? What do I owe you the pleasure of?"

"Oh, nothing grand. I'd just like the usual."

Swindle, for a moment, visibly sags. " Sorry to disappoint but with all the bots cracking down on all of my sources. I don't got too many interesting Intel these days from hiding."

"Oh, no, no,no, no." He waved a servo to stop him." Not the surveillance. I don't need that. I've got enought. What I need, however. Or, rather — my boys on the air has been lacking in some...condiments for their next heist. See to it that they're sufficiently provided."

Now, that's a target he could aim.

"We-ell, why don't'cha just say so?" Swindle grins, interest piqued. "Y'got a benefactor to spare?"

"Quite. He's not very compliant at the moment and I'd rather he is. Could you, perhaps, 'alleviate' that stubbornness of that dear mech?"

Swindle chuckles and does a half-bow, servo on his chassis."Well, my good sir. Anythin' for the customer is a good go. It's in my policy to do so much more than just alleviate his stubbornness." He pinched his foredigit and thumb. Then, rubs it." For a small extra charge, of course."

He throws in several more shanix onto the table.

"I take it you'll be swift?"

"Quick as a turbofox in heat, I assure you."

Ivory white flashes as he grins. "Happy hunting."

THE sun peered between the dark blue clouds of the smothered the sky. Iacon and it's stretching towers loomed above like jagged mountaintops, abstract and austere in all it's glory.

Prowl grips the railings tight. He leant over and rested his helm against the cool metal. Much too cool against the feverish temperature of his helm. Slow and steady he vents, attempting to cool down his heating frame.

The chronometer beeped five thirty. He's outside. Outside in the barely risen morning, disturbed from a barely slept slumber and dragged out to barely risen city straight into a murder scene.

The scenery fleets by in a thin film of blue. Enforcers litter the region, half a mile at most, rousing nearby apartments and living spaces for questioning. Gradually, front porches open. Dawdling mechs and their slow blinking optics, half sleep-induced, are jostled awake at the sight of the officers.

A passing mech was jogging around the vicinity when he supposedly stumbled over a concrete slab. A quick double take proved it wasn't a slab but a dead mech sprawled out on the road, a mini crater indicating the weight of his fall.

And, looking up to the nearby building, where he supposedly fell, a smashed glass on the perfect teeth of windows indicated clear where the incident occured. Obviously, the mech is long gone : grey and parched of color; helm tilted to one side, optics black.

Prowl let's out another breath. It seethed through clenched dentas, hissing out as steam. His servos shook. Footsteps patter behind and Prowl grips it taut to reign it in.

"Sir? Are you—"

"I'm fine." He cuts off the mech. " Who is it?"

The junior officer blinks in surprise, a waver in his voice. "Uh— they, uh. It's someone. They...They claim to be your partner, sir." He trails off, unsure and also surprised at the prospect.

Partner? Prowl skims languidly across the ample litter of mechs bustling about. Only until his optics land on a familiar one, he nods stiffly. "They're with me. You can leave, now."

"Understood."

And not long after did his 'partner' emerged, lifting up the yellow tape, chatting with the passing enforcers amiably before sauntering towards where he stood.

"Not so bustling as I expected to be." You said. " Is it usually this quiet? Or, you could say — dead silent?"

The smaller Praxian had to take several steps back to regard you fully, an unimpressed look on his face. As usual, a loose smile eased at the gesture but you turned away to hide it.

"Enforcer." You bowed and held out a servo.

Instead, he eyes you with a cold reverie, nose raised high and haughty. "Doctor."

"Spoilsport."

And that's what it only took to carve out the familiar, seething scowl. "It's Commander, doctor."

"Actually, it's medic." You mused, optics fleeting over his frame."New paint job?"

"Excuse me?"

Even when he's scowling, the confused puppy look and the flicker of a doorwing alleviated the intimidating factor.

"You look different." You said.

"I don't."

"You kind of do."

"Just—" He rubs his face. "Just what on Cybertron are you trying to insinuate?"

" Come on, now." You nudge him. "Can't a mech compliment a good polished frame?"

Prowl makes an exasperated sound when you gesture to his body. You can't help it when really is shinier than usual. The Ivory veneer plating is practically glowing under the soft rays of the sun. Prowl, however, rubs his face.

"I take it you're aware of your current position?" He eventually says after a moment.

You rubbed your helm thoughtfully, reminiscing the words of Ironhide this morning. All you remember from the debrief was: 'He's a stick down on tha mud'. And also, a stick up his aft? A stick in or stick out? You're not sure.

"Quite." You snort. "Takes a while to get used to it. Especially when Prime didn't inform the reason why. "

"You don't need to know the details behind the transfer."

"Oh, trust me." You said. " I dont think want to, Praxian."

He regards you for a moment before shaking his head, whirling around to inspect the nearby scathes and scratches. Meanwhile, you knelt next to the body and grimaced, sliding on protective gloves. From the corner of your optics, Prowl does as well and he does it with prim and precise movements. It's been a long time since you're out on the fields.

"Why do I have to do this, again?"

Prowl tilts his helm, observing the body at a different angle, the last digit slides inside the sleeve with a plap. "You're experienced with helmichular fracture. Or, working with Cybertronian helms, for that matter."

You scanned the dried energon smeared under the poor mech's helm. Primus, how in Unicron's two aft did he get here? You swivel up. Oh, right. Falling.

"I work with the inner parts. Nothing the same like Chromedome does. That's heinous work. Mine's more on the anatomy, actually."Plating fracture, check. Spinal strut loose and fragile — check. Stiff joints, check. " Couldn't you have figured this out on your own?"

You prod the neck cables, feeling it flaccid. Prowl was silent for a moment. If he was irritated, you could tell by the scowl deepening from the reflection of the puddle beside you.

" I could," he says eventually. "But I don't need your input. I simply.... require a presence to rectify my hypothesis."

Oh? "That's a statement I never thought I'd hear you say." You mutter.

Prowl knelt beside you. He angles himself in a way you would have to look over his shoulder to see the body. The soft scent of datapad and office paperwork wafts by.

"This mech, here, is Strongholt." He said. "He's a member of the High Council. Tasked with handling ammunitions. Obviously, on close inspection it appears as though this body is conformed to the fall."

With the way he worded it, you're sure he doesn't think that way.

"The spinal struts is smashed." You said, optics quick and scaning. "....and everything else is broken. It could be ruled out as suicide but with you here I don't think that's the case."

He lets out a sound you're not sure if it's a conceding one or something else entirely. But he juts out a digit and you look at where he points. Disregarding the scratched plating, some regions of the surface were unusually glossy and some were worn.

"He hasn't gotten his plating polished." Prowl says.

"A bit late for that now, don't you think so?"

"He rushed all the way here in the dead of the night. Why else would he do that?" Prowl rests a servo on his face, mumbling into it thoughtfully. " Senator Stronghold is have said to taken care of his plating with precise delicacy. But this time—" Slowly, he traces a digit along the platings. " —Observe the fringes. It seems indelicate along the seams. His arm is polished but the rest isn't."

"Oookay." You try to grasp the pieces together. Trying to fit in the missing cogs from the machine. "So, he didn't jump. Is that what you're saying?"

"Not suicide."

" Then, what could it be?"

"He brought himself to a place." He muttered. " To somewhere. Unless it's someone and if he complied then it's not a matter of force-handing, is it?"

"I'm assuming things aren't as what they seem to be, apparently."

Prowl taps his thigh in an irritated manner. Either he was talking to himself or to you, it was hard to tell. But with how he disregarded your questions and looks — it was obvious he's cooped up in his thoughts.

"Dragged up there." He continues the muttering to himself. You noticed he's a little restless with the mini-movements he makes. From the rock of his kneeplates and the subtle, but often, flick of his doorwings. " No, down here. He walks. Over there. Then, close to the pole. How many footprints?"

You snapped out of your thoughts with a jolt, scrambling for an answer at the sudden question. Lamely, you said. "Five?"

"No, it's three." He waves at you dismissively. "Foot prints indicate long exposure to standing. Disagreement ensues. Blunt force trauma to the helm. Dragged up—" On cue Prowl swivels up. "Then pushed. Guise of a murder. Two mechs. An accomplice, to be precise."

" A what— Wait— so, hold on." You tug him close, lowering your voice. " He orchestrated his own death?"

Prowl leans away.

"Were you even listening to what I said?" He gives you an incredulous look." If you have so much to lose, would you really do that?"

You groan. He's not helping one bit."You're being real cryptic right now and I'm trying my best."

"No, not orchestrated." He vents. " That'd be ridiculous. But miscalculations did occur during the 'composing' of the Orchestra. He's compliant all but for the money. Both a victim to his faults and thinking."

You turn over his words in your processor. The lingering feeling that this isn't some kind of suicide rules out clear and Prowl had, somehow, figured it beforehand.".... You dont need me here to help you figure out case, don't you?"

He gives you a look that basically confirms it : a smug, but begrudging tug of his lips.

"I need you to confirm a certain theory." He points to the helm. " Blunt force trauma — Zero point."

You move over to the chassis and unlatched the plating. As expected the spark chamber indicated clear signs of restrictive energy flow from the burnt out, damaged ports. This could only occur if—

"He had suffered heavy blunt force trauma." Prowl stands up, gripping the railings with a vent.

" So, this is murder." You follow him, pacing around, a bit reeling from the new turn of events. "Its— it's murder, right?"

" We can't prove it is yet. We..." He trails off, then shake his head. "Tommorow when the warrant comes we'll able to consult his company....and...."

"Prowl, mech. You good?" You turn to the Enforcer who's looking a little off to be well, right now. "Hey, you need a moment?"

Crime scenes aren't the most pleasing sight to behold. Especially, the brutality of it all. You just didn't expect Prowl to be affected this badly.

" I'll—" He clutches his chest, shudders and groans lowly, stumbling forward.

"Prowl!" You caught him before he could hit the ground and instantly limps against your body, venting hard.

His frame was warm. So warm that once you touched his shoulder every moisture on the tip of your digit sizzles into steam. He's shaking and Primus, he's burning!

"You're sick and you didn't tell me?!" You laid him against the railing, loosening his taut platings to let air inside. Steam practically chuffs out from the pistons, smoldering your face with vapor when you unlatched the clips.

"I'm not sick." Was his weak protest and he pawed your servos away, attempting to get up. "The warrant—"

"Don't even try." You push him down. "Your optics are glazed! Plating is burning even worse than a typical fan-clog fever!"

"I'll get through it." He grits out.

"I'm sending you back. Doctor's orders."

He lets out an exasperated sound. " You're stalling the process! I need to solve the case before some overcharged single brained processor messes it up. "

"And you'll smelt into alloy by then, little mech." You clicked on your comm. " I'll deal with the body and I'll deal with the paperwork. You, on the other hand, need ratchet. If you preach for efficiency — then be compliant to it. "

Prowl opens his intake but ozone burns his tongue and another shudder sears through his platings. He turns away from you, groaning lowly. Maybe it's better if he complied because, right now, all he feels, is like a mech doused in gasoline and set on flames.

"Will you be fine?" Ratchet cocks a brow

Prowl grunts, swinging his legs off the medical berth. " I'll manage."

"Sure? Your internal processors are charged up than usual, Prowl." Ratchet grimaces at the datapads. Doesn't look much too good, if he had to be hoenst. " I wouldn't recommend you going about your tasks if you don't want your battle computer burning out out."

Prowl keeps quiet. He can feel the wanton heat pooling in his panel, itching, clawing to be spring free and abuse.

" Prowl?"

He sucks in a breath. "I need to go." And with that he turns on his heel and leaves.

He shouldn't have known it would be today. Especially, when the signs are clear enough these past few weeks : frequent mood swings, strange cravings at strange hours

He could've have pieced it all together and prevented the inevitable — but when he onlined this morning on his berth and felt the familiar trickle of lubricant coating his inner thighs, it was over.

He was too late.

Heat cycles.

Just the worse.

It was easy to know when it's coming just as easy to know it's going to get worse : the numbness on the tip of your digits, restless frame, unfocused and glazed optics. The desire to lodge a hole into every walk you find. All typical sign.

Some frames are more accustomed to such a cycle. Unlike the smaller frames, larger ones are able to disperse heat more efficiently. So, it was a tolerable task to wait it out during work and return home and take care of whatever problem they had with their conjux. Even better, take heat suppressants and the charge, while not entirely taken care of, is reduced.

But given his Praxian frame slim build, demure size and all, the heat isn't so well dispersed and the intake of suppressants just happens to make it worse. His tanks are sensitive to the chemicals; he took it once and it wasn't fun taking turns purging his tank and satisfying himself.

Prowl groans, squeezing his thighs together as the words blur out from his optics. The datapad in his servos dented from his grip and he discards it on the table, landing across with a tack. Blasted report. He keeps reading the same line over and over and his processors won't digest the damn thing.

He leans against the chair and his helm tips back until his optics met the ceiling. An experimental servo glides down his abdomen and he shudders as it clamps on his heated panel. He gives it a little stroke, venting when lubricant smear the seams. A low whine churned from his throat. Prowl flushes, chagrined.

Mhn. Hot. He feels hot. So, hot. So Restless. He needs to purge out this excess energy or driving him insane. He could head out into the sparring range and punt in a few dents jn the testing dummies but he's too restless for that. He needs something and that something has to be inside and pumping his valve until he's all but a writhing mess on the floor.

The panel slides and a throbbing spike springs out. Ivory in color, grey outline, it stands at attention and the tip weeps with transfluid. Prowl slides his digits inside the swollen valve. He groans as he feels his calipers pulsing around his digits, spreading the folds out.

He can't keep going on like this.

On cue, the door opens. Prowl jolts in his seat and swivels up at the intrusion, lodging his digits deeper inside in tandem of his fluster. It was you. You're by the doorway. Stiff and straight to the brim, optics wide. The datapad you were holding drops from your servos just as your jaw had flung open in surprise

#;) mehehe #transformers #maccadam #transformers x reader #transformers idw #idw prowl #prowl x reader #valveplug #prowl #i got the next draft ready jts going to be spicay #header is by@cafekitsune!!

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qvrcll · 2 years ago

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spider boy, king of thieves.

ART CREDITS > @/J7VUA on twitter

re2r ! spider-man ! leon kennedy x gn reader

summary: in danger, you’re left with clouded eyes and brandished limbs littered with bruises. that is, until, a certain person coloured in red comes to the rescue, cuing your awe and possibly an inkling of a certain feeling.

warning: mentions of kidnapping, bruises, heights

a/n: i’ve been having the thought of rookie ! re2r leon x spider-man in my mind for soo long and this fanart basically catalysed this blurb. i’m thinking of writing a part 2 or perhaps another post, but idk! lmk lovelies :)

When you’d first opened your eyes, a stinging sort of pain had clouded your judgement of the situation. Your arms were caked with gruelling blood and dirt, your eyelids heavy with a pending urge to lay down and exhaust yourself into a deep sleep.

But the sky had gone gray, glittering with a crackling noise that shook the ground; only then did you realise you were outdoors. Cold, clothes possibly ripped to some degree. And the feeling of aversion had done its business pressing into you.

“S-Shit…” you cursed, jumbled in the mess that was, for once, not of your making. Much energy had been spent trying to free yourself of your tight reigns, ropes that bound your wrists till they bled nothing but hurt. Your eyes burned with weak tears, distorting the plain of captivity.

You’d been kidnapped — and worse, there was no end point in sight.

Fuck, you think.

This is it, you think.

This is how I die, you think.

And when you feel the cold press of rain hit your head, pounding to no impending relief at all, warm arms scoop you into a strong, selfishly mellow grasp so thin you might break.

“I got you,” A masculine voice speaks. It’s so seemingly far away, but when you reopen your eyes, you’re met with two large whites for eyes and a tepid, red suit.

And then it computes… spider-man?

“I—“ You start, unresolved with your conflict, but remaining confused with your thoughts.

Is this reality? Were you being saved by the spider-man?

“You okay?” he whispers through the mask, webbing through nervous buildings, arms clinching around you like gold.

He glances down once more, and the mystery makes him alluring, kind to the mind but grievous to your curiosity. You want to peel the mask, when he places you down on your balcony, safe from harm’s way. You want to know who is hiding within that mellow suit, donned with bravery and boyish charm so new it hurts.

“Wait—“ you stop him by the wrist. He glances back, surprised. His face twitches when you come close - “I won’t force you to reveal yourself,” you whisper, reassuring, before sweetly placing a kiss on his cheek.

“That’s for saving me,” his hand feels the area you’d just kiss like it had changed his life and you giggle. He stifles a chuckle and takes your hand softly, fleshing it with a kiss so soft it burnt.

As he retreats, with words of stay safe and take care’s, you’re left clutching the railing for dear life as he departs with a final swing.

What you don’t catch is that he’s landed on the balcony three floors underneath you, wrenching the mask from his head to free his head of blonde hairs — and he, with his flushed cheeks and eyes of cobalt, seems to comparable to the newest recruit in the Raccoon City Police Department, Leon Kennedy.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #re2r leon x reader #resident evil x reader #resident evil fic #leon kennedy fic #leon x reader

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pickalilywrites · 6 months ago

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Saw the fanart of Levi as the torch runner for the Paris Olympics, makes me think that Levi really could do the entire running stunt all over the city.

That would make a great fic au. The AOT characters are Olympians and Levi, being a former 25 timed gold medalist has retired, but is asked to be the special guest torch runner and light the flame to start the games.

passing the torch

snk ensemble. olympics au. 2994 words.

The athletes wait in anticipation as the passing of the torch is displayed on the stadium’s screen. It begins on the top of the Basilica of Sacré Coeur de Montmartre, a beautiful structure constructed in the late 19th century that looks more akin to a castle than a church with its tall towers and stained glass windows. Standing beside one of the grandiose towers is a hooded figure with a mask on. In the mysterious figure’s hand is the Olympic torch blazing brightly. The camera orbits around the figure before switching to match the figure’s gaze: a view of the magnificent city of Paris. The view shifts from the bustling cobblestone streets, the river Seine, the Eiffel tower, the Louvre, and other famous Parisian monuments. The camera moves slowly to give the audience a clear view of all Paris has to offer before it returns once more the hooded figure who slowly reaches up to remove his mask and reveal his face. When his face is uncovered, the stadium filled with athletes erupts in cheers.

“Tonight is the opening ceremony of the Olympics. As the athletes wait to be introduced, we are given an apt beginning to the ceremony with someone who many consider the face of the Olympics and one of the greatest of athletes of all time: 25-time Olympic gold medalist in men's artistic gymnastics Levi Ackerman,” announces Ilse Langer, a sports announcer once again returning to cover the Olympics. A few returning athletes and many first-time Olympians chatter excitedly when they recognize her voice. The sports announcer is a favorite due to her incredible ability to break down all the technical aspects of different Olympic events clearly and concisely. “He’s returning now for his fifth Olympics, but this time as the torch bearer and not as a competing athlete. While his absence in the men's artistic gymnastics event will be sorely missed, his appearance at the opening ceremony is undoubtedly a welcome sight to his peers and newcomers as well as folks at home watching who have followed his elite career for decades.”

The camera stills on the gymnast for a moment and then the gymnast turns suddenly and begins to run across the top of the cathedral. He nears the edge of the building but rather than stop, he jumps and then miraculously lands on nearby structure. He dashes and leaps from building to building, giving the camera a chance to capture all the beautiful French architecture as he traverses the city. When Levi approaches the river Seine, there is a zipline waiting for him. Without hesitating, he flies across the river, zipping through the air on the line.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe he’s ziplining through Paris as if parkouring wasn’t enough,” Eren says admirably. He’s on the men's swim team representing Paradis, but he holds the utmost respect for the gymnast despite them being in completely different disciplines. “Isn’t that hard on his knees? I can’t believe he came back to do this. Shouldn’t his knees be, like, super fucked up from gymnastics and everything? He’s incredible.”

Pieck, an equestrian athlete, side-eyes the swimmer. A smile plastered on her face, she says warningly, “Please watch your language, Eren. Some athletes here are still quite young and impressionable and might pick up your bad habits. Just the other day I overheard Gabi telling Falco she was going to ‘raw-dog’ the shooting event. When I asked her where she learned that term, she told me you said it meant to go into something without any preparation.”

Eren’s face flushes. “Well, that is how people use it,” he mumbles.

“That’s true. It’s kind of interesting how language evolves and takes different meanings as it’s passed around,” Armin begins eagerly, but he shrinks when Pieck directs her gaze towards him. The athlete, Eren’s teammate on the swim team, coughs. “Of course, it’s still true we should be careful how we speak among the younger athletes.”

Pieck nods, the vaguely threatening smile still on her face. “I’m glad you agree with me. I’d hate to put the entire men's swim team on my watchlist.”

However, Gabi and the other young athletes are too enraptured by Levi Ackerman leaping and dashing across rooftops and famous Parisian monuments to pay any attention to what Eren and Pieck are discussing. Despite being in completely different disciplines, the youngest athletes have found a kinship with each other and have stuck to each other during their Olympic journey so far. It’s their first time at the Olympic games and they’re absolutely starstruck by all the other top athletes around them, especially the one on the stadium’s screen.

“I can’t believe he’s here! I thought he retired after the last Olympics. I can’t believe we’re at the same Olympics as Levi Ackerman,” Gabi gushes. Her brown eyes are glued to the screen, unable to look away at the gymnast performing some of his signature flips and twists as he jumps from building to building.

Udo, a table tennis player and one of Gabi’s companions, nods in agreement. His eyes are similarly fixed on the screen. The spectacles sitting on the bridge of his nose make his eyes look even wider as he watches Levi with a gaze filled with awe. “I cried for an entire week after I heard he was retiring.”

Both Falco and Zofia, two more young athletes that Gabi and Udo had befriended on the trip to Paris, nod in agreement.

Petra, a rhythmic gymnast, has her arms wrapped gently around Falco. It’s her third Olympics, making her a veteran athlete that many look up to. Her charming and warm personality makes it easy for people to approach her and so this young batch of new Olympians naturally found themselves in her care. Now, she smiles down at them and asks, “Would you like to meet him sometime? I could probably arrange something once your events are over. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind meeting you all or at least having a videocall.”

“Really? You can do that?” Falco asks, turning to look at the rhythmic gymnast.

“Absolutely,” Petra says cheerfully.

“Wow! You guys must be close,” Udo says with a tinge of jealousy.

“Well, it’s something like that,” Petra laughs as the teenagers practically vibrate with excitement.

Eren frowns as he overhears the conversation. He’s been a long-time admirer of Levi and had even bumped into the gymnast in the last Olympic games, but he had struggled to strike up a conversation with him.

“I exchanged numbers with Levi at the last games, but he never texted me back,” Eren sighs. “I wonder what his relationship with Petra is that she can ask him for favors like that so easily.”

Armin and Mikasa exchange looks with Mikasa rolling her eyes.

“God, you’re dense,” Mikasa says with a shake of her head and Armin laughs beside her. Like Armin and Eren, Mikasa is also a swimmer. This is her third time at the Olympics, and she’s well on track to becoming one of the most decorated swimmers of all time if her times at the Olympic Trials are any indication.

“What? What did I say?” Eren asks. He looks at Mikasa and Armin, but neither of his friends offer him an explanation. He huffs and begins to complain about them leaving him in the dark, but someone throws their arms around Eren and Mikasa without warning and Eren yelps in surprise.

“Ah, did I scare you?” Hanji grins. The sports climber gives Eren a cheeky wink as they pull Eren and Mikasa closer for a hug. “I’m surprised to see you all here. Don’t the swimmers usually sit out of the opening ceremony because your event is the next day?”

Armin gives Hanji a shrug and a little laugh. “Mikasa also said we should take a day to rest, but Eren really wanted to go to the opening ceremony. I guess it’s a good thing we did or else we would have missed Levi’s appearance.”

Eren waves off Hanji’s concerns. “Hey, we’re young still and we rested really well on the flight here. Anyway, there are other athletes that are attending the ceremony even though they have an event tomorrow. Look at Eld and Gunther!”

At the mention of their names, both gymnasts look in Eren’s direction and give the swimmer a wave.

“Hey, Eren! Looks like you decided to go to the ceremony too! Sure as hell beats resting and missing out on all this,” Eld says, gesturing at the big screen where Levi is sneaking around the Palace of Versailles.

Both Eld and Gunther had previously participated in Olympic games and had the honor of being on the same men’s gymnastics team as Levi. The experience was something they treasured even more than the team gold they had won at the last game.

“It feels a little strange being here,” Gunther chuckles. “Levi had always sat out, so we never went until now. It’ll probably be our last time here, so we wanted to experience it at least once.”

“Well, you should have stayed in your hotel room and rested instead!” a voice says suddenly and both Gunther and Eld jump back in surprise as Auruo, a trampoline athlete, appears between them. He has a stern expression on his face as he glares at Eld and then Gunther. “If neither of you medal, you’re going to burn Levi’s legacy to the ground and everything he’s achieved will be for nothing! Of course, I’ll do well because I always do, but you two should really take care of yourselves.”

Auruo lets out an unholy shriek when he feels a sharp sting at his side. He’s sniffling even once it stops, the memory of the sudden pinch at his side still lingering. He looks sorely at Petra who smiles as if she hasn’t done anything wrong.

“Levi’s legacy is Levi’s. Eld and Gunther could never touch it even if they wanted to, but they have their own legacies to write. Stop stressing them out and just let them do their best like they always do,” Petra tells Auruo. She pokes him in the side where she had pinched him earlier and he lets out another startled yell. “Worry about your own legacy. I’ll definitely tell Levi as soon as possible if you don’t medal.”

“That won’t happen because I’ll definitely medal,” Auruo growls, rubbing at his side as he glares at the rhythmic gymnast.

“Glad to hear it,” Petra says cheerfully.

Pieck looks around and observes the other athletes representing Paradis. Some have sat out to prepare for their events taking place tomorrow, but there are some faces she doesn’t expect to see.

“I thought you wouldn’t care to attend the opening ceremony, Annie,” Pieck says. The equestrian rider smiles as she loops her arm through Annie who tries to close the gap between her arm and her side far too late. Pieck rests her head on Annie’s shoulder.

“It’s not like I wanted to go. Reiner just wouldn’t stop bothering me about it, so I decided to come to shut him up,” Annie huffs. She’s a fencer whose event doesn’t take place until a few days into the Olympic games, but Annie has never cared about fanfare and overblown celebrations. The only thing she hated more than crowded ceremonies was Reiner’s nagging. She glares at the direction of the cyclist who’s busy enjoying himself and chatting beside his colleagues. “I wanted to stay in my hotel room and sleep.”

“Poor you. Should I get someone to carry you? Maybe the wrestling brothers?” Pieck teases, referring to Porco and Marcel Galliard. She glances at someone hovering shyly behind them. With a sly smile, Pieck suggests, “Bertholdt could probably carry you. I’m sure you could nap on his back during the opening ceremony and he wouldn’t mind at all.”

“H-huh?” Bertholdt stammers, his face flushing at the thought of being in such close proximity to Annie who remains oblivious about his feelings towards her. “I don’t know-”

“Stop talking nonsense,” Annie tells Pieck. She looks at Bertholdt warningly. “Don’t you dare pick me up.”

“O-okay,” Bertholdt says, looking down at his feet so that he doesn’t have to make eye contact with Annie.

A hush comes over the stadium as they watch Levi make the final stretch of his journey. He’s approaching the Olympic stadium now and all the athletes wait with bated breath for his figure to appear. Their eyes are fixed on the entrance of the stadium and when Levi’s silhouette finally emerges, the entire stadium erupts in explosive cheers. The cheering doesn’t cease until Levi finally hands the torch off to a French athlete who takes it graciously before running to finally light the Olympic cauldron with the flame. Even though the games have officially begun with the lighting of the flame, all eyes are still fixed on the gymnast who jogs to the join his old colleagues.

“Levi! I didn’t think you’d be the type to do those types of stunts for the opening ceremony,” Erwin chuckles as he welcomes his old friend.

Beside him, Erwin’s beach volleyball partner Mike nods. There’s an amused grin on his face. “Did they pay you a lot for it? I can’t imagine any amount of money that would have you do that.”

“My agent said I would only have to do a reveal of my face at the end and they’d get a stunt person for most of it. Then the stunt person mysteriously disappeared,” Levi grumbles. “I should fire my agent for not reading the contract properly.”

“Well, I thought it was amazing. Very entertaining,” Zeke says with a grin.

Levi looks at Zeke and then at Erwin and Mike with an expression of incredulity and betrayal. “Zeke? You’re talking to Zeke?”

“Oh, come on. We’re all friends. After all, everyone is here to represent Paradis,” Zeke says. The captain and pitcher of Paradis’ baseball team throws an arm around Levi’s shoulders.

Levi shoots Erwin a gaze filled with a million daggers.

Gabi and her friends have only grown more excited now that Levi has joined the rest of them. Udo looks as if he might faint just being in the gymnast’s presence.

Sasha prods Gabi in the back. “If you want to say hi, just wave at him.”

Gabi looks back at Sasha. “Can I do that? I can just wave at him? What if he ignores me? What if he thinks I'm an annoying brat?”

“He’s actually a lot softer than he looks,” Sasha laughs. The archer gently prods Gabi again, an encouraging smile on her face. “Go on. If you miss your chance now, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life.”

“Alright,” Gabi says. She takes a deep breath and looks determinedly in Levi’s direction. She waits until his gaze meets hers. She immediately wants to look down, intimidated at the thought of being acknowledged by such a skilled athlete, but she steels herself and brings her hand up in a wave. She doesn’t expect Levi to wave back, but he does and her face breaks into a smile.

“Oh my god, he waved at you!” Udo marvels.

“Me too, me too!” Zofia says. The little archer waves enthusiastically at Levi and the rest of her friends follow suit, nearly hitting other nearby athletes in the face in their excitement.

“I can die happy now,” Udo says. He brings his hand to his chest, his whole being filled with contentment after the brief moment he shared with his favorite athlete.

“At least wait until you play your table tennis match to die,” Sasha jokes. “We need you!”

Beside her, Connie yawns. The Olympic skateboarder is usually someone who enjoys extravagant ceremonies such as this one, but recently he’s been enraptured by something else. He looks over a Jean, his lower lip in a pout, and asks, “When can we go back to the Olympic Village? If I knew the ceremony would take this long I would have stuffed some of those chocolate muffins into my jacket.”

“You need to stop eating all of those,” Jean says with a roll of his eyes. “One of the chefs is getting annoyed at having to bake so many at once.”

“If Nicolo is so bothered, then he should stop being so good at baking!” Connie grins.

Petra and the other gymnasts have managed to give Levi an escape from Zeke by wrestling him away so they could chat with him. The gymnasts crowd around their retired colleague. Their smiles are so wide that it’s a wonder that their faces haven’t cracked in half.

“I thought you were retired, Levi. What are you doing back here?” Eld asks, nudging Levi in the side.

“Did you miss us? Could you not bear the idea of us participating in an Olympics without you?” Petra teases.

“Don’t be stupid. They just asked me for a favor and I decided it was easy cash,” Levi replies.

“Still, you’re here with the rest of the participating athletes,” Gunther points out.

“To make sure you guys don’t mess up probably,” Auruo sniffs.

“To pass the torch,” Levi clarifies, and his friends ooh.

“How kind of you. I’m always telling people you’re much kinder than you let on,” Petra teases. “Are you nervous that we’ll come home with fewer gold medals now that you’re not here to help us?”

Paradis is a small country and the number of athletes the island has sent to participate in the Olympics can’t compare to larger countries, but the athletes Paradis does have are a strong-willed, passionate, and talented bunch. Over the years, the performance of Paradis athletes has only improved. Even this time, the Paradis athletes have gazes filled with an undeniable flame that is reminiscent of the fire reflected in Levi’s eyes the first time he had participated in the games.

“No, not at all,” Levi replies, and he absolutely means it.

#snk #olympics au #snk ensemble #eren jaeger #levi ackerman #petra ral #auruo bossard #eld jinn #gunther schultz #asks #answered #anon #anonymous #requests

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STAR WARS: HYPERFORCE ALLIANCE!!

Foreword:

Alright, finally, after teasing it with the crossover fanart I did for @dreamstormdragon 's Hyperforce Reignition OC The Reaper a while back, I've finally completed part one of the duel between Jedi Knight Lunagazer Vs The Reaper!

I originally intended it to be one whole story, kind of similar in vein to a double premiere TV show episode of Star Wars: TCW, but felt it was best to split it into two parts, that and also I had to change a few things so as to not contradict Storm's Reignition AU where I could.

Anyway, I hope you'll enjoy this first chapter of what will be an ongoing series I'll post from time to time! If so, I'd appreciate feedback.

For event reference, this story occurs sometime after @dreamstormdragon 's Hyperforce Reignition Chapter 24 and just before Chapter 25, so I'd recommend checking them out either before or after reading this as a quick shout out to her, it's an amazing AU that inspired this and got me into SRMTHFG so show her some love!

Archive 1: The Moonlit Duel over the Shuggazoom Bridge!! Part 1

Lost in the unknown! During a routine patrol mission inspecting the sector leading close to the Unknown Regions, Jedi Knight JAMES LUNAGAZER and Padawan KIRA KALVERIA were suddenly attacked by a mysterious entity which sent them into a dangerous trip through Hyperspace to an uncharted galaxy beyond!

Following a daring escape from their captivity, their ship was damaged, and they were forced to crash land on a mysterious planet! Stranded with no way back and their communications disabled for the time being, the Jedi duo choose to make their way through this unfamiliar world, hoping to find help or a way to head off-world back to the Jedi Praxeum!

However, before they could reach the city, the two Jedi suddenly found two robotic monkeys under siege from a force seemingly made out of inky ooze and skeleton-like bodies, not ones to stand by while others were in danger, the two Jedi are entrenched in battle to save the monkeys and hope to find answers to their current predicament…

On the outskirts of a suspension bridge, the skirmish continued to rage as an indigo fire burned away at the gooey substance of the skeleton soldier, dissolving into a puddle as the blade quickly withdrew from out of their chest and flourished in the user's hand before moving onto the next soldier on the chopping block in a fluid motion, barely missing a beat as the young man sighed, trying to catch his breath and adjusting his glasses to ensure they didn't fall off.

“Kriff… there just doesn't seem to be an end to these… whatever the heck, these guys are called!"

But before he could process any further, another voice cut through his thoughts, this one feminine, but sounded much younger around early teens, she wore Jedi robes similar to him, except unlike the young man's blue with white trims, they were green with yellowish gold patterns, accented by two shoulder pads.

The girl's eyes shone emerald contrasting the man's azure eyes, these pairs were brimming with high energy and mischief above her freckles as she spoke out.

“Getting outta shape already big bro? Come on! You need to be loud and full of more stylish stamina like me!”

As the cheeky quip was given, a pair of emerald blades forming a long-staff at each end slashed up another skull-faced soldier, sending some of its bones flying along with the inky substance and landing right on the young man’s head.

“Hey! Watch it, Kira! You’re being too reckless! It wouldn't kill you to exercise civilised manners along with caution.”

As the young man chided Kira, he noticed a soldier trying to strike from behind, so he quickly outstretched his left hand, and with an unseen psychic power, pulled her out harm’s way before cutting down the threat with a throw of his cross guarded two handed hilt lightsaber.

Soon after he retrieved the hilt with the force as the weapon shut down, then placing it back on his belt, he turned to address Kira.

“Much like just now, but at least there seems to be a lull in that army’s attack, I’d take this chance to rest or heal with a bacta stim, but stay on guard.”

“Yeah, yeah, Big Bro…I get it… Still, thanks for the save, James. I seriously appreciate that, I’ll work on my rear guard.”

At this, the older Jedi couldn't help but crack a comforting smile as he’d finished healing his minor injuries, he knew Kira’s heart was always in the right place, (save for a few of her mischievous antics.)

“I know you will Kira, and there will certainly be a few more opportunities if we can fix our ship and figure out what planet we’re on or contact the Jedi Academy for help… and possibly even have some spare robes, as I think these ones have been through the smoke or rather… the ink of it!”

Despite his rather dry and obviously bad attempt at puns, Lunagazer wasn't exactly wrong, his bluish-grey jedi robes had taken the worst of it, with worn scratches in the fabric coming close to tearing, not counting the soot and ink splotches gained from the messy fighting, but it was better than the worst case scenario.

Kira on the other hand wasn't too bothered by her contrasting green robes getting dirty, as she’d often come back from training or playing with other Jedi padawans or younglings dirty from rough activities, it was part of her adventurous nature, but she simply just rolled her eyes at James’ poor attempt at humour.

“And this is why you’re never gonna win at any stand-up comedy acts or outdo my own brand of snark, you’re practically like a Kenobi without a high ground of civilised humour!”

James frowned a little at that comparison, but soon turned his attention back to healing, and making sure that no civilians were caught in the crossfire, even though they weren't from this planet, they still had a duty as Jedi to help those in need, and as Grand Master Skywalker urged, get to know the people and cultures of those worlds they helped.

(Though right now in this case, it’s more us that need the help of the people of this world, given the ship isn't exactly in the best of flying moods right now… Huh, it seems like one of those monkey looking droids is walking over to us, maybe they can help us out of this particular dilemma.)

He then turned his attention to a pair of robotic-looking Monkeys, one was red with black eyes, and seemed to be using magnets to attack with, while the other was green with two buzz-saws for weapons, James and Kira had saw them battling those monsters and seeing them in trouble, they decided to intervene and saved them, although the red monkey didn't seem very appreciative, he couldn't deny they had saved him and his companion.

“So then mister-strange boy and girl with the laser-swords, what exactly are you supposed to be? And why did you step in? Because if you’re with the bag of bones and looking to back-stab us… we won't go easy.”

At this, the red monkey, eyeing them with suspicion drew his magnets preparing to fight, however James then quickly raised his hands in the air, signalling that he did not wish to fight, and motioned Kira to do the same, however before any further action could be taken the green monkey spoke.

“Hey, Hey Sparx, I don't think these guys mean to harm us, I mean if they were wouldn't they have attacked civilians alongside the formless like that one Reaper nut job? Besides I think they were cool kicking those formless butt with those weapons! And anyone who saves us surely must be a friend! By the way… Where did you two get those!? Can you show me how to make one of those so I can upgrade my buzz-saws!?”

At this, James felt taken aback by the green monkey’s sudden chippery barrage of questions about the lightsaber, he was even practically having his hand shaken about so much he thought his arm was going to melt into jelly!

“Wh-Whoaaaaaaa– slooooooow dooooooown there a minuteeeeee!! One question at a time, and You’re gonna pull off my armmmmmm–!”

Kira on the other hand was feeling very, very flattered, she was practically blushing so much her freckles were lighting up as she brought her hands up to her cheeks giggling with glee and bouncing about, all the while, Sparx was staring dumb founded at what the situation was turning into.

“Awww~ Please! No need to compliment me! I was just kicking butt, doing my best to help save you two and the civilians! Plus, I think you're a cutie and a giant sweetheart, little green monkey!”

“Otto… I swear… sometimes I worry that your inability to read the mood as soon as anything mechanical comes up makes you less cautious around strange…rs…”

Suddenly everyone stopped what they were doing, (much to the relief of James’ arm!), both humans and monkeys staring blankly in confusion at each other for a brief moment before…

“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!! YOU TWO CAN TALK/UNDERSTAND US!?!?”

The whole thing quickly escalated into a barrage of confused screams and questions, as both parties were failing to communicate actual sentences, eventually James stood up, raising his voice as loud as he could.

“EVERYONE BE QUIEEEEEEEEEEET!!”

At this, the voices died down, startled by James’ sudden shout causing him to immediately blush sheepishly, but quickly coughed to clear his throat before addressing the situation.

“Sorry about that, but let's try to be rational about this. First off I should ask, who are you two monkeys? What is this planet? And just what were those guys attacking you back there?”

“R-Right… well, you DID save our butts, so I suppose I can let you in, my model number's SPRX-77, but I'd prefer to be called “Sparx” thanks, this green buddy of mine's called Otto, we are the members of a group the “Hyperforce” that fights bad guys we call the formless, mindless drones serving the dark entity that threatens all of Shuggazoom that's our world by the way, the vile and cruel Skeleton King, there's five of us robot monkeys, but we've got a kid who's our leader and fights in the same manner as you two, minus the laser-swords and telekinetic psychic powers via the Power Primate, now what about you?”

Kira was quick to pipe in before James could get a sentence out, dashing over to Sparx with bright stars in her eyes eagerly staring into his soul.

“Hyperforce!? What an awesome name! Is it like hyperspace where you travel to other worlds and help those in trouble!? Could we sign up to fight with you!?! I mean we practically wiped the floor with those formless blobs, so I'd say we're capable!!”

“Kira! Don't get ahead of yourself! Besides… we have other responsibilities to all parts of the galaxy we're from, we can't just abandon it to interfere with what others can handle.”

Upon hearing this, Kira moved back, deflating at practically being shot down immediately, but she knew James was right.

“Sorry about her, she's my apprentice, but unlike most other Jedi who wish to safeguard peace and justice in our galaxy, she craves action and excitement… not that it matters as trouble often seems to find us, my name is Jedi Knight James Lunagazer, Kira and I were travelling the galaxy on the edge of the Unknown Regions when we were suddenly attacked by a mysterious entity and we were sent through Hyperspace and ended up crash landing here.

“Wait… Hyperspace? You have hyperspace too!? And wait… Jedi!? Like those wizards wielding laser swords from those Star Wars movies that Chiro told us about!? You mean you’re actually the real deal and not made-up?!?”

Otto butted in so suddenly that the confusion was barely registerable to James and Kira at first, before Sparx quickly stepped in pulling Otto back a bit.

“Slow down there, Otto, you’re getting ahead of things.”

“Wait… movies!? That’s… hold up, what’s a movie?”

James sweatdropped at Kira, and then quickly summed up for her what a movie was, unlike in Shuggazoom their galaxy had different terms, such as holograms or the holo-net, but they seemed to be similar in concept from what James gathered.

“So then… those stories actually happened… and Shuggazoom is actually connected with your galaxy via this “Unknown Regions” section of your space, maaaaan… Chiro would prolly lose his mind if he were hearing this right now! But moreover, how is it that you two can understand and speak to us without the need of a translator?”

Kira and James looked over at each other, puzzled by Sparx's question before Kira came up with a possible answer, well, as probable of an answer she could come up with.

“I guess… it must be our power of the force granting us some-kinda telepathy helping us to gather your words based on your emotions, but to be honest… I'm not really sure of it myself if I'm being honest… it almost feels like… it's got some kinda connection with you monkeys, maybe much like how some force users could communicate with animals and their minds, perhaps something similar is happening thanks to this… Power Primate thingy you've mentioned.”

Now Otto and Sparx were even more curious, but before they could continue the discussion any further, the two Jedi suddenly sensed a disturbance in the force glancing over at each other before turning to Sparx and Otto again.

“Something's coming… we'd best prepare for battle!”

Sparx looked baffled by James’ sudden response, before remembering what Chiro had shown him and the Monkeys, he decided to trust his gut instinct and readied himself, however James and Kira suddenly felt overcome with a shiver…

(What…what is this feeling…? It feels so… oppressive, full of suffering, hatred, malice and…)

“Fear…”

As the thoughts spilled over into words, a dark figure appeared before the Jedi/Monkey duo's eyes, the man had jet-black colours, skeleton ribs covering his chest looking very similar to the formless but had purple gems to break the pattern, including long flowing purple hair, that once the wind picked up, almost seemed to whip about like a sharp tail, poised to spear its prey.

Sparx and Otto tensed up at the sight, horrified as they knew exactly who this mysterious man was, they knew they couldn't take him on alone by themselves even with the help of these two Jedi as while they did do well against the formless, that wasn't exactly a good measurement of their strength, they needed the whole team, NOW, and so Otto immediately sent out an emergency transmission to HQ.

“Jedi-Kids… get outta here. This Reaper guy's one opponent we can't fight against by ourselves, trust me, we've fought him before… it nearly ended horribly, right now we hatta to survive until back-up arrives to force him to retreat!”

Neither James or Kira had responded to Sparx's command at first, they were paralysed with overwhelming dread at such a presence.

“Hm, so you're the two psychic-laser sword wielding warriors Sensei told me about, must say… I was expecting two powerful warriors, but I didn't expect a mere four-eyes boy dressed in blue, nor a green pipsqueak who's barely even a refined fighter swinging those blades as if they were flailing baseball bats, just pathetic! Even more than those monkeys who couldn't even put up a fight against me!”

James recovered, narrowing his eyes, ignoring the insult but deep down he was fighting the urge to charge in and rip the dark figure's mask off for insulting both him and Kira along with the monkeys, but he understood that given he and his apprentice were unfamiliar with the Reaper, it would be foolish to blindly attack head-on, Kira however… completely fell for the taunt.

“PATHETIC!?! Why you little–!! YOU'RE JUST SOME DARK SAVAGE WHO THINKS HE'S ABOVE EVERYTHING! And for insulting these monkeys… I'M GONNA RIP YOU TO SHREDS!!!!”

With that, she recklessly charged forward! Throwing all sense of caution to the wind and blinded by her wounded pride at being called a pipsqueak, she swung fast, her emerald blades ready to strike and end the threat in a single blow!

“Wait! KIRA NO! COME BACK!/STOP KID!!!”

James and Sparx both shouted out warnings but it was too late! The dark figure simply side-stepped the attack as if he were a fleeting shadow, catching Kira off-balance, he then sent a blinding punch to her gut, forcing her into the air as she screamed in pain landing hard on the concrete falling into a dazed state.

(S-So fast…!! he countered her speed as if she were a slow Bantha…! Sparx is right… This man is not to be underestimated… but… I sense that he's not here for the monkeys… It's me and Kira, so then even though I'm certain I can't beat him straight, I'll act as bait to give Otto and Sparx time to help Kira and hopefully escape, I won’t let her end up like her father!!)

“As demonstrated on your apprentice four-eyes boy, my powers of the skull are nothing compared to your wizardry tricks, now… back down and surrender quietly, otherwise it will be nothing but a boring one-sided thrashing, much like with those monkeys and their precious chosen one.”

The Reaper spoke with such cockiness, that it made Otto hiss with fury as he hurried over to Kira, meanwhile while James’ blood was boiling, especially after the Reaper hurt his sister, but he remained steadfast and calm issuing a challenge to this figure bravely.

“Sparx, get Kira away from here, I'll handle this.”

“WHAT!? Kiddo! Did you not hear what I just said!? YOU CAN'T TAKE HIM! Didn't you see him pummell your apprentice!? What chance have you got alone!?”

“You're right… I likely don't have a chance… but I can sense that he doesn't want you or Otto, he wants me, so even though the odds are stacked against me… I will do what I must so you can get Kira away, I don't want to lose her like I did her father!”

Sparx and Otto blinked, confused for a second by what James had meant, but seeing the resolve in his eyes, Sparx reluctantly relented, realising he wasn't going to take no for an answer.

“Very well… BUT. Promise you’ll survive for her. I don't wanna have to be delivering awful news when she wakes up, and the Hyperforce will come through, I swear it.”

James nodded grimly, turning his attention back to the Reaper before igniting his crossguard saber and positioning himself in form IV Ataru stance, hands gripping tightly around the burning Indigo hilt as he responded back to Sparx who went on over to Kira.

“Don’t worry… I don't plan on dying that easily without so much as a hard fight...”

Seeing that James wasn't going to back away the Reaper let out a disappointed sigh, and then drew out his scythe, its purple hue blade shining like a crescent moon, he readied his stance and then the two warriors, dashing forwards at blinding speed clashed, or rather…

James was more trying to play defensively as he had never fought a scythe wielding opponent before, so the range threw him completely for a loop, and he had no choice but to execute several dodge tactics instead of intercepting with his blade!

“Is this all you've got? You disappoint me, Four-eyes, Sensei seems to hold your potential in such high esteem. Perhaps he was mistaken?”

James grunted and tried to land another blow with a strong thrust, but it was immediately repelled when the Reaper's scythe knocked his lightsaber out of his hand, leaving him temporarily defenceless!!

(Kriff!! Not good…!)

“Hmph, just as calculated, I'll spare your misery and end it now boy.”

“Oh I wouldn't be so cocky about that… skull-faced scum.”

Thinking quick on his feet, James slid out with a burst of force speed, ducking under the scythe as he followed the motion up with a major force push, sending the Reaper flying off-balance and disorienting him long enough for him to retrieve his saber and continue the duel.

“Care to re-evaluate your opinion of me now?”

“Hmph… not bad for a four-eyed brat… but your insults could use more refinement.”

“And perhaps you should quit wasting your breath trying to be almighty with a lack of spine for concealing your face!”

This for a flickering instant, seemed to make the Reaper slightly scowl, even though James couldn't see it behind the mask, his force sensing abilities made that more than clear.

(Looks like I struck a sore nerve with words there… now if only I could do the same physically with this guy…)

With that, the fighting resumed with occasional clashing sounds echoing around the bridge as they zipped around in blurs so fast the average eye could barely keep track of.

Meanwhile, far on the outskirts of Shuggazoom, four figures, one a regular human boy aged around 14 wearing white with an orange scarf, and three other robot monkeys similar to Sparx and Otto were hurrying to the bridge where they had lost contact with them prior.

“So… you guys really believe there’s a boy and girl with laser-swords helping Sparx and Otto fend off the formless and the Reaper?”

The question came from the yellow monkey, whose voice was feminine but tough, with her fists being all she needed to do the talking on the battlefield.

“Honestly, I still can't wrap my head around it scientifically, I mean… Otto has come up with even more ridiculous things before, but this… I just can't believe it, what are the odds of there being an actual Jedi from this Star Wars movie being real?”

As the blue monkey continued to speculate, the boy was looking over to the black monkey who, throughout the whole trip, seemed to be lost in thought.

“Anaturi? Something the matter? You haven't said a word for a while now.”

“My apologies Chiro, I was lost within my thoughts, I sensed something in the Power Primate that felt familiar… but I can't seem to understand why, I suspect it may have something to do with our unexpected quests Sparx and Otto spoke of, at any rate we cannot afford to theorise right now, our teammates are waiting for us.”

On that, Chiro, and the other two monkeys nodded vigorously in agreement and sped up their pace, hoping to near the battle sooner rather than later.

“Yeah, and hopefully… we’ll get some payback on that Reaper-Jerkface for wiping the floor with us!”

Back at the suspension bridge, James was in the process of attempting to use a series of nearby debris from the battle and launching them like a missiles, hoping to delay the Reaper or knock the scythe out of his grasp, but the Reaper simply cut through the objects as if it were mere butter to a hot knife.

By this point the battle had moved away from the incapacitated Kira and the Monkeys over to the middle portion of the bridge, with the Reaper pushing James on the backfoot the whole time, as his scythe left several trails of cracked concrete underneath, with Lunagazer's lightsaber being unable to connect a solid hit other than the occasional sparking tap emitted via contact with the scythe.

At one point James barely blocked a strong blow and was sent flying back, quickly he dug his lightsaber into the pavement, slowing his reverse motion and leaving a trail of molten ash in the ground as he struggled to catch his breath.

(Urgh…! That long ranged weapon is just too wide in reach for me to safely close the distance! If it weren't for my long hilt and dual-phased blade extending the length, I'd be headless now…! I need to separate him from the scythe, but how–)

Meanwhile Sparx was keeping watch, becoming agitated as Otto was working on trying to awaken Kira and treat her injury as with the way the Reaper sent her flying it had fractured her right arm when she hit the ground hard.

“The fight’s going nowhere fast for that Kid… I’d better get up there and intervene!”

“Wait Sparx! You can't just leave me and the girl! Formless might attack while she’s still unconscious and I might not be able to respond fast enough with treating her wound! Have a bit more faith in that guy, he might pull through somehow.”

At this, Sparx begrudgingly relented as Kira slowly began to regain some of her awareness as her vision refocused onto Otto's concerned face, which slowly melted into relief but still cautious in case the Reaper were to summon reinforcements to attack them while James was busy.

“Mmrrgh… wh-wha…? What happened…? OWWWW!! M-My arm!! It feels all shattered and crooked!”

Otto quickly stopped Kira, carefully pulling her up slowly as he made sure not to worsen her injury, all the while wincing at her sudden loud shriek of pain.

“Whoa, whoa… easy there sweet-heart, you've fractured your arm upon impact with the hard ground, I've managed to somewhat treat it with first aid, but it's no Gibson's medical magic, you'll have to let him treat it properly when we get outta this, so no moving that arm.”

“I-I see… Thank you mister uh… Sparx? Was it?”

Otto gave a soft look, understanding that given she’d just regained consciousness, her head wouldn't be at 100% yet, all while Sparx gave an annoyed look at being mistaken for Otto.

“Otto, Now then, let’s help you outta here! Your Brother’s busy holding off the jerk who knocked you down for us, we'll get him out afterwards.”

At this, Kira’s face went pale, and she attempted to rush over to help, only for a hand to grab her arm as her eyes met Sparx's face.

“Hey! What are you thinking!? DON'T be an idiot! You’ve just fractured one of your arms! If you go over there charging head-first like before, you’ll only be hurting yourself and your brother more!”

Sparx roared as he held Kira back the best he could. However, Kira was too stubborn and eventually broke free of Sparx's grasp, dashing head-long towards her brother!

“Ugh!! Otto, Let’s hurry before she gets herself–”

But before he could finish his sentence, Sparx was struck from behind by more formless, which Otto promptly cut down soon after.

“Let’s quickly get rid of these guys Sparx!”

Standing back to back, the two monkeys got to work mowing down the herd, hoping that they would stop Kira in time!

(Chiro… Anaturi… WHERE IN SHUGGAZOOM ARE YOU GUYS AT!?)

Back with Lunagazer whilst he was struggling to strategise, he had to quickly duck and slash to avoid yet another deadly swing, however this time it was a blade of purple energy that cut through the air and cracked one of the suspension bridge pillars, much to Lunagazer's shock and awe!

(H-How…!? How is he able to summon ranged attacks of that magnitude!? Could it be Nightsister Magick? No… it's too powerful for that, this is something else entirely… if I had been a few inches closer, that would have seriously injured me more than that pillar…!)

Suddenly as rubble started falling to the ground from the pillar straining to stay upright from the attack an idea struck James’ head!

(Well, it's risky… And I'd be draining a lot of my spiritual stamina with that power since I haven't perfected its stability in long range, but if I use it in small bursts at the right time, I could close in and finish it with this gambit!)

“Hmph, just as I thought, just a one-sided thrashing like all the rest, you should have given up and turned tail while you still could, four-eyes boy, now it's the end for you!”

As the Reaper let out a dash of speed, James simply outstretched his hand, giving himself over to the force as he moved, he gathered every single molecule of air and quickly transformed them into sparks that eventually turned to a small ball of fire before launching the projectile with all his might, this momentarily caught the Reaper by surprise as he had to stop and defend mid attack, only for the fireball to dissipate halfway.

“Kriff! It failed to hit… in that case… try out some more of this Skull Mask!!”

As the fight continued, Kira slowly started to get closer to the duel, but more formless appeared blocking her path forward, hissing and growling she reignited her saber staff but only using one end due to injured right and skated around as if it were a ice ballerina show cutting down as many as she could, all while being careful.

“Come on… GET OUTTA OF MY WAY!!”

Eventually, James managed to back the Reaper near a pillar, but it had cost much of his spiritual stamina, and the fight still didn't seem to be going anywhere as the Reaper remained unscathed, save for his cape which had been scorched by the Pyro-Kinesis.

“Ha! Was that all? Just a bunch of fireballs? You really are noth–”

“Heh… did you really think that I was particularly just aiming for you alone?”

At James’ sudden odd smirk, the Reaper looked confused for a brief moment before looking up too little too late.

“NRGH!!”

In the middle of all that gloating the Reaper didn't realise those fireballs were driving him backwards with one of them striking the very pillar that was cracked, and now he was in the right place for rubble to fall on top of him!

Seizing this opportunity, James swung with the speed and fury of Ataru-style combat, as the Reaper tried to bring the scythe down on him, a blinding gold flash erupted blocking the blow and allowing Lunagazer to launch an almighty kick to his arm knocking out of the scythe from the Reaper's grasp, and in that same motion everything seemed to slow–!!!

“Your cocky attitude betrays you so badly, it’s almost pitiful, you assumed you’d win before we started, but in reality you're nothing but a poor excuse of a death god who uses condescending remarks to hide his insecurities, much like your mask… which I will shatter no matter what it takes!”

At this, Lunagazer swung his indigo blade in a blinding slash and struck the Reaper’s mask, unfortunately whilst it didn't land a fatal strike as the Reaper had ducked back, but it did make a noticeable crack in it.

However, in that same instant Reaper felt his left shoulder burn in a similar slashing sensation before James jumped away, the Reaper stumbled backwards, disoriented and shocked at having allowed himself to fall for James’ plan and being wounded for the very first time by someone that wasn't his Sensei or Skeleton King.

However, upon refocusing his vision, he soon noticed that James’ Lightsaber wasn't a Crossguard anymore, in fact… he was now wielding two blades!

One was the same Indigo colour as his main blade, and the other was a bright orange-yellow, he soon realised in being distracted by the falling rubble, it had given James the opening he needed to safely separate his lightsaber into dual-wield mode to both block and remove the scythe leaving the Reaper wide open to attack.

(D-Damn…!! I’ve completely underestimated this boy’s prowess for spontaneous improvised planning. He might actually prove to be more of a dangerous adversary than Hanamura if I don't take him seriously now… well… since he’s revealed his hidden weapon, I might as well reveal my own…)

Over on the far side, Otto and Sparx finally managed to deal with their formless horde and were rushing over to help Kira, through their ranged binoculars they saw James land those two hits on the Reaper and were amazed and shocked at the sight, Sparx the most in disbelief.

“Holy Shuggazoom above! Th-The blue Jedi Kid… managed to wound the Reaper creep?!? The same skull masked creep that we couldn't land any hits against last time!?”

“And his weapon can become two blades!? Looks like we might have a shot at beating the guy with that Lunagazer around! Now let’s help his sis Sparx!”

With their morale soaring high, they forgot their exhaustion and renewed their efforts to aid Kira, charging up their most powerful attacks!

“MAGNO-TINGLER BLAST!!”

“WHIRLING DESTRUCTO SAWS!!”

James brought one of his sabers to the Reaper’s chin, hoping to force him to surrender, unaware of the trap he was walking into.

“It's the end of the line for you, Reaper, surrender, and I'll honour it by sparing your life, I don't wish for things to escalate to the last resort.”

“How hypocritical… to think you have the advantage over me… you forget that when you corner a Reaper, you force it to fight with everything it has, and clearly you Jedi are so preachy about peace, it makes you unwise to lower your defences!”

Everything happened at once. Before James could get another word in, he suddenly sensed dangerous intent and quickly raised his sabers to guard!

“NRGH!!!”

But it wasn't fast enough, as he attempted to block, he felt something sharp cut into his left side as it pushed him backwards, blood began to form at where he was sliced stained dark-red against his pale blue uniform, thankfully the wound wasn't deep, but it still winded James who looked up at the Reaper, eyes widening in shock at what caused his wound.

“Wh-What the–!? You can't be–!!”

The Reaper stood up again, readying a stance as a purple crescent blade revealed itself, but not as a scythe…

“Surprised? You aren't the only one who specialises in the art of the sword, nor in the way of revealing a hidden weapon, Jedi.”

The Reaper's sword shone in his hands with a faint purple glow, almost mimicking Lunagazer's lightsabers but it was more serrated at the back of the blade, with the hilt looking almost spinal cord like, the two gazed at each other, sizing the other up as both sidestepped around, but James faltered a bit due to his wound but he didn't want to give in, not yet.

(So that's how it is… I walked right into that trap, with the way he inflicted that wound, Reaper's clearly more skilled at swordship than I am… if it weren't for that warning through the force nor had I not blocked or moved away a second slower, I’d be dead by now… but I can't afford to fall here!!)

With that, James quickly force pushed the Reaper backwards, allowing himself space to quickly treat his wound behind a support pillar, however there was a major problem.

(Damn… I'm running low on bacta stims! Seems I have no other choice but to use force heal… as much as I’ve forfeited my use of it since… then. I can't afford to fall here not until Sparx's friends arrive… and Kira’s safe…)

With that, James concentrated and a faint blue glow formed around his hand, slowly sealing his wound, wincing in pain as the skin slowly regenerated, for a brief moment however he began to see horrible images of the event caused him to leave the path of a healer out of trauma, but he did his hardest to block it out, shutting his eyes and refocusing.

(Come on, Lunagazer, this isn't like Kira’s Dad… Your wound isn't impossible to treat with this, plus you have to stay alert in the moment or you’re dead!)

As James was psyching himself through his troubled thoughts, the Reaper was continuing to search for him, now resorting to threats.

“Where did all your confidence go, Jedi? Are you that much of a coward that you’d abandon your sister to treat a minor wound? If so… then she can be next to die.”

At this once his wound was closed, James made his move! Recovering what little spiritual strength he could, he summoned it into his legs, and jumped high, coming down fast like a charging bullet as the Reaper focused on the wind direction and turned to strike at James as he came down!!

“NEVER! If it comes down to it, I’ll finish you before you lay your kriffing hands on her!!”

Snarling war-cries at each other, the two warriors entered the next phase of their fight, all the while… a figure similar in shape to Sparx and Otto stood far out high on top of the bridge out of sight, observing the Reaper and James in particular closely, their orange fur standing on end in twisted amusement and delight…

“Kehehe… yesssss… that blue-eyed boy is clearly the one… the emergence in the Power Primate I have not felt in a long time… not since that one old Jedi came to the Mystic Verons many years before! Ho-hoh! I have certainly got to get my hands on his power of the force! Then I could use him to overthrow Skeleton King and re-take my rightful place as leader!!”

With that… an ominous laugh filled the air as it reached the night sky, with the sounds of lightsaber on sword clashing choking the atmosphere in-between as Kira felt the disturbance in the force as she made haste to the duel.

“Big bro… I-I have to hurry…! You’re in grave danger!!!”

TO BE CONTINUED....

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