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cruddyborderlandstheories · 5 years ago

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Museum of Mayhem Art Analysis

ahhh it’s finally here and it’s AWESOME. Lots of credit to @ifalnasminiatures for bringing this to my attention! Also credit to Hayder Hype for providing (nat zero six on gearbox forums) sources (Ashley Landry on twitter) in the description of his video because oh man it’s a lot

you can view most of these art pieces on the borderlands instagram as well

lots to talk about especially regarding the calypso twins so let us dive right in

tl;dr: tyreen has a weird red marking on her face in some old designs. i think troy used to be blind and missing his metal plates. more proof for my elpis/chemical sludge/lost legion theory that the twins are using said chemical sludge to give their followers psuedo-siren powers bc a dahl pumping station (hyperion pumping stations on pandora) but dahl had a presence on the moon

one of my favorites, it reminds me a lot of the Mask of Mayhem, but for villains.

Punk Girl is shown again twice, probably further proving she’s tied in with the CoV somehow

we also got some crazy looking villains such as

baby face. which is all kinds of extremely fucked up

this dude who looks like he could be a miniboss with the glasgow smile and the cool goggles

this guy who i legitimately thought was dr zed for a hot second there

could it be

the evilest brother?? pfft nahhh

this girl who seems like she could be a unique character with a baseball cap. wondering if maybe she’s related to Punk Girl in any way. What’s the verdict on the other band members? 🤔

uhh let’s give it a solid maybe and move on

this piece! very interesting to me

so, the very first thing i noticed is zane’s eye patch being on the other eye lol

amara’s tattoos are also gone, however that might’ve been for reasons similar to the japanese cover art of the game.

most interestingly is a point @ifalnasminiatures made and it’s that the calypso twins are actually palette swapped! you can see Troy is the one with the white hair and Ty is the one with the darker hair. which I think mayyy play into a few things we see later about the twins

we also see a tiny ship in the background. i can’t tell if that’s sanctuary-iii or the blue/yellow ship, it all blends together a lot due to the quality of the pic. but it is next to the calypso twins, which makes me want to believe it’s the blue/yellow ship we see with red markings all over it. you know this one from the mural of mayhem wallpapers

you can see the reddish markings on the back right next to the engines

then we have ummm

this cover art

😬

thanks for not using this one gearbox cuz

oh my god

she just reminds me of suicide squad, that’s not a good image you wanna dredge up from the deep recesses of your fans’ brains

she might be a unique character given the clothes/hair? cuz you don’t normally see psychos with stilettos on. or yknow, shoes in general. the hair also seems way to clean and neat to be a psycho/cultist

i just feel uncomfortable looking at this, so moving on

a different logo. also not my favorite cover art, but at least im not physically uncomfortable looking at this. that poor girl’s pelvis... anyway

lots of silhouettes

interestingly, i feel like the roses might have been a thing they just put in for the new cover art. haven’t seen hide nor hair of them across any of the pictures i’ve seen.

we got a lot of figures. out of them i most definitely recognized amara, salvador, maya, another salvador?, zer0, moze (maybe?), and axton. i thiiink one of them is maya as well, but im not 100% on that.

i can guess why they didn’t pick this one: it’s hard to tell who’s who. a lot of these poses make the silhouettes kinda hard to see and the merging together at the bottom makes things even worse. i do think it’s interesting there are some bl2 characters on here as well, but hayder hype mentioned they very well could be placeholders, and given that i can’t make out fl4k or zane, im inclined to believe him.

this art which was used during the promo for this event

rip elpis i guess LMAO

a better look at the psycho himself from the promo released by the borderlands twitter.

there’s a new red planet which hasn’t been shown off before, looks like a gassy planet kinda like jupiter, but interestingly it has this green crack in the side?

very reminiscent of pandora’s eridium scar. i am wondering if this is because this planet had a vault opened, or if it is tied to the Eridians at all. be interesting if it was their homeworld.

also i have no idea what the symbolism is in the homeworld destroying another planet but maybe we shouldn’t think about it too hard e_e

the other planet that’s being destroyed... idk fellas

it doesn’t match up to me but like, this is only one shot

i don’t know 🤔 if you really squint, maybe you can see that hint of purple at the bottom there?

here

tbh, i thought this was elpis the first time i saw it due to the cracks, but i figured elpis doesn’t have like continents across its surface, just craters. and wayyy more cracks.

so it’s probably not pandora and it’s probably not elpis.

huh...

i do think the actual shot is suspended above promethea, you can see the familiar asteroid belt surrounding it

there’s also a planet in the background,

which i imagine isn’t pandora bc no eridian scar

could be elpis or eden-6, or the 5th planet we don’t know about. i kinda get the feeling the 5th planet may be that gaseous red planet tho. which is probably going to be super weird to traverse now that i think about it. they said oz kits weren’t coming back, right? i wonder how that would work. hmmmm

there’s also this redder planet here which i actually DO think is Pandora. if you squint real hard u can see the purple from the eridian scar. plus the color matches up pretty well with the pictures provided above.

there’s also these two bodies over in the corner where the light is coming from. i can’t tell what they’re supposed to be

there are also these little dudes in the top right

i assume they’re maliwan? they remind me a lot of the maliwan drop ship things that fly overhead when you enter promethea

YESSS okay this is the start of some PRETTY WILD twin stuff

troy: missing his tattoos, blind in one eye, has a weird mark above his eyebrow. also, no metal bits!

Tyreen!!! with a red stripe across her left cheek going up to her eye??? no tattoos on her left arm as far as we can see, but that might be for marketing reasons (she’s also covering up part of her bicep). she’s also missing her coat and chains and wearing a different glove.

we also have a bunch of bl2 VHs taking up space. again i think hayder hype is right in that they’re simply placeholders. not much else to say, but

this trend of Tyreen having red markings on her face and Troy being blind in an eye (or both) actually continues through a fair amount of these posters!!!

more cover art. one of my least favorites again... i just think it looks like the psycho is puking out the VHs. also, seems to be an older version of the psycho mask.

fl4k seems to be less rendered than the rest of the cast? like they have less detail, especially on their coat

also you can see an older looking space shuttle up at the top, which reminds me a lot of the one we use in TFTBL to get to helios. except less caravanny and more rockety

the splatter also reminds me of siren powers, with the purple and the glitter. it’s cool that it’s showing a different shot than what’s behind it. maybe a hint to siren powers because it’s sort of like a portal.

more puke!

this time troy is blind in both eyes it seems,

tyreen seems to still have a mark on the left side of her face, im wondering if this ties into her scars at all? it doesn’t seem as prominent as the previous red mark.

Zane seems to have an actual eye patch instead of his more high-tech eye patch, which reminds me a lot of the leaked character concepts from like january i wanna say

amara seems to be dual wielding lol i wonder if originally that was going to be one of her 3 skills but then they were like “wait salvador. wait. nisha. FUC-”

also fl4k is being obscured by this weird saturn-like planet. let them be free!

moze is missing, the saturn like planet shows up 2 times total, and that blue/yellow ship is seen again behind troy

as for the purple stuff? you already know my theory that the twins are going to be using the chemical sludge on elpis to empower their followers. it could also just be straight eridium/slag. you know, like the testing from the WEP with bloodwing and even krieg. we’ll have to see. it would be interesting if they tied krieg into the story through there.

i do lowkey think it’s chemical sludge though, because some of it is actually glowing blue in places, you can see it clearly below amara’s feet. maybe some tie in to siren powers cuz they glow the same blueish color. who knoooows not i

big shot of this psycho here, looks like he’s crumbling.

i really like the 4 VHs standing at the base with the elongated shadows. very dark vibes from this tho, probably not suitable for the series as a whole. i can see why maybe they decided not to do it.

i wonder if we’ll see this giant psycho statue somewhere on pandora. it would certainly be a sight to behold.

also i kinda wish we had cloaks like the concept art shows. cloaks are cool

more sketchy art. this one is also kinda strange, i definitely get why they decided not to go thru with it.

possibly tie-in with the ‘mother’ imagery we get on the propaganda signs across pandora.

lmfao the foot

very bl2 like, im glad they didn’t stick with this. i like that they decided to change things up

troy seems to be blind and also missing his metal implants on his face. his jacket also looks a lot different, it looks more like tyreen’s with the spikes and stuff across it. we also can’t see his metal arm at all, tho we do see his sword! which looks a lot different, im glad they decided to revamp it to be more visually interesting lol

tyreen is more interesting to me. it looks like her right arm has like a silver coating over it? unless that is a metal arm as well. she also is wearing a different kind of glove. her tattoos are missing as well, but again, it’s probably because of the cover art. her scars also definitely seem to have reached her left cheek at some point.

zane also looks a lot different, tho amara, moze, and fl4k look about the same.

another shot of the ship, this one is definitely the blue/yellow one. there’s gotta be some significance with that, right? either we’re getting skins for sanc-iii, we’re going to be painting it a new color, or it’s a different ship.

what the HECK

maybe the twins stole sanc-ii and we’re using sanc-iii. idek. this ship is driving me up a wall lol

gun head.

not a lot to say here. i actually like this one lol it’s very mellow and straight to the point. it’s nice that the logo is right in the middle, not at the top like most of them.

game. buy it. okay? cool.

similar to the other background we did, a bit different. again, like @ifalnasminiatures pointed out, the twins are actually palette swapped here.

Zane also has the old eyepatch on his right eye instead of his left eye, and his jacket is black instead of blue. fuckin’ edgelord.

one of my favorite ones out of all of them. it’s beautiful, i really wish they had kept it. Fl4k is missing but i assume they were meant to go next to Amara? i also think it’s interesting Moze is in the front, as I took Amara to be the leader this time around. Zane is also an older design, with the eyepatch back on his left eye again (starting to think this is an aesthetic thing lol) and a black jacket instead of blue.

We see the twins on the top. Tyreen has that mark on her face again, and Troy is the same as the last few covers.

We also see Maya, Zer0, and for some reason Brick? Which is weird to me considering we have a few other characters who initially feel much for important to the story (cough Lilith cough), but I’m not complaining.

the purple splatters again make me think this is a tie in to eridium/slag/elpis’s chemical sludge. i also like the logo being worked into the design instead of just thrown on top, i think that’s a nice detail

i couldn’t find a great shot of this poster which is a shame because it’s one of my favorites

a lot of baddies to go around on here. i love the dude up top, he reminds me of the Anchormen from the captain scarlett dlc in bl2!

these dudes

we can see Punk Girl on the left again

and this guy who appears to be in some medieval armor

i have no idea what’s going on there but i am EXCITED

i’ve been thinking and tbh i think the multiple planets thing was just an excuse for gearbox to go absolutely ham on the character designs/settings.

i mean why should they have to hold back all their medieval armor designs for another dlc like tiny tina’s? all their pirate/sea-fairing designs for a pirate dlc? fuck it! go WILD. i think they did, anywho

there’s also this post which... tbh i can’t make out much at all. again, seems like an older psycho mask design. it looks like there are characters in the splatter on the bottom left, but it’s very hard to tell who’s who, especially at this angle and image quality lol

if we get a better shot later on i may return to this piece and try to figure things out!

we also have this piece which is giving me huge ‘Happy Together’ vibes. very trippy

moze looks like she’s using an untextured atlas gun? dunno what’s going on with that tbh lol

i really like this one too. it’s cool. i get why maybe they wanted to go a little crazier tho, feels too simplistic for the MAYHEM vibe they’re going for.

oof! can we get an F in chat for whatever planet/moon this is

lots of pink floyd vibes going on here as well

we see a different looking blue/yellow ship flying away from the explosion. it seems to missing a lot of the parts that make sanc-iii so recognizable including the engines/wings

i like the destruction vibe they’re going for here, really sells the “universe destroying power” the twins are supposedly going to get.

anyway, in addition to the cover art pieces, we also got a few concept art pieces as well!

this bit which looks like a gun

you see the aiming mechanism up there? you see how it’s aimed at that planet/moon? yeah i 100% timed this so you’d see the above concept art with this immediately after :P (im kidding i didn’t but hey now you don’t have to scroll)

fuck yeah babey

we also have seen something similar to this in the gameplay trailer!

i didn’t actually think it was a giant fucking GUN tho. can we get an F in chat for Promethea and/or whatever else this thing gets aimed at

yooo

i thought this was opportunity at first cuz of the bridge but it’s more likely promethea

when u go meet zer0 you can see some water surrounding the city so i would guess this is somewhere else on promethea

im mostly interested in the giant fuckin triangle in the middle of that courtyard looking area

oh also the giant trench of destruction on the right there. that’s probably important, too.

more concept art!

i think the bottom of the 4 VHs is actually what was leaked in january.

some art of the twins on the left there, tyreen is so much shorter than troy omfg

and this does indeed looks to be a younger version of angel so credit to @prettypinkdork for mentioning that on my angel post. it is nice to see those tech-y wings in action, definitely does prove it’s her.

we can also see this art of what i think is Punk Girl, which is interesting to me because she looks to be doing something with her right hand. possible siren powers? maybe!

we also get a much cooler, bigger version of that maliwan ship people were talking about, with what look to be maliwan... eye bots? surrounding it. this is soooo fuckin awesome to me because it reminds me of a sailboat. and airships are fucking COOL

but something interesting is that i don’t think this ship was actually always maliwan

we got an A in the back here... for Atlas? i mean... you know it’s coming... the colors would match up. Yeahhhhhhh...

more interesting is that it actually looks like maliwan covered it up with their flags/tarps. i would not be surprised if this was claimed by maliwan possibly during the takeover.

a cyclone, with a whole fuckin lot of detail. just... holy shit.

not much else to say here though. i like the stuffed animal on the side, though

a better shot of jakobs manor which holy shit looks badass as fuck

big turret/observation thing on the right there? im not sure

pretty sure this is eden-6. also more tropical trees? possibly a water planet? but maybe just ocean on eden-6. also there seems to be like webbing on whatever is on the road, so maybe some spider-like wildlife?

most important to me is this

yeah i would bet that’s eridium/slag/the chemical sludge from elpis

im pretty convinced this is something on elpis mostly because the DAHL logo on the side. which again, they were on pandora yes but they were mining for iridium not eridium. if this was pandoran pumping stations, that would be hyperion.

i do think this is elpis. and i do think the twins are using the chemical sludge that mutated the lost legion into those fake siren things to give their followers superpowers.”holy holy holy” indeed.

this, plus the rakk wings on the psycho in the mask of mayhem are just convincing me more and more

that’s all for now folks. i gotta run

#borderlands #bl3 #borderlands 3 #OOF

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clusterfoxx · 6 years ago

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Wilford 'MOTHERLOVING' Warfstache

okay im going to be very honest; my memory is not the best and im really not that smart so im gonna do my best with this

this video held a LOT of new things for us and a lot of people who have been theorizing in the fandom for ages have been working their butts off for hours to do all that they can. something i noticed very heavily in this video is the power that wilford has.

now something that really helped me think about this was a post by @miyoki-kun [link to post here] “Wilford let Abe bleed out in the office, he let them die like the others, he let him get peace. But he didn’t want Abe to die scared and alone- he wanted him to go happy, smiling and dancing.” i will come back to this but i want to go in chronological order of the video

1) wilford can read minds and communicate through them. we see this when abe is taking wilford to his office, abe being freaked out rightfully so. wilford of course seems okay with it, it is normal to him. this could be however a side effect of something i will talk about later in the post.

2) wilford can teleport. he teleports out of the chair and around the room throughout the video, again this could ALSO be the side effect of said thing i will ramble about later on.

3) wilford does not obey time. he talks clearly about an event to abe that hasn’t even happened yet and he is fully aware that it hasn’t happened yet. “W: The train oh I remember the train how long were we stuck in the snow for? Oh, you don't remember that's ok. Probably hasn't happened yet, but some of your finest work. I have to say....” this will be important in my final ramble

4) wilford cannot die or be injured. right after wilford discussed the train event that hasn’t even happened, abe attempts to shoot wilford but it just seems like it didnt happen. it leave no physical wound or even shakes him. my gosh really all these things could be explained away in the finale but im going with it.

5) wilford can manipulate memories. or something like that. going back to miyoki’s post, with letting abe die he had to be able to get inside his brain while he was bleeding out and erase the fear and loneliness he would have felt by implanting the dance scene shown at the end. BUT what i propose, is not only did wilford manipulate his memory then and there, but manipulated it after he found him dead in the manor. wilford made up the whole chase, every encounter, every close call, every tip off, he implanted into abe’s brain to make him feel like he had done something and not to disappointed his friends. this is why abe loses the details of the supposed years he was tracking wilford down. “ W: Memories start to get jumbled after a while. Sometimes I... forget even the simplest of things...” with wilford’s memory starting to get foggy the details of everything he made up are lost. of course if wilford made up everything we see in the video and all abe claims to have done, that explains the facts of wilford reading thoughts, teleporting, time warping and immortality. it is his domain. he created it. he controls it. he may do with it as he pleases.

if wilford only manipulated abe’s memory in the office, then not only does he have that power to manipulate that stuff but ALSO to read thoughts, teleport, warp time and not die. but if he was manipulating abe’s mind from the beginning and doesn’t have all those others “powers” he can still manipulate memories, which is insanely powerful.

please dont be afraid to add on/discuss this!! despite the tons of probable holes in this the main thing i want to get across is this:

WILFORD IS MORE POWERFUL THAN WE EVER COULD HAVE IMAGINED

#shut up sam #markiplier #wilford warfstache #markiplier theories #wilford 'motherloving' warfstache #theory #fan theories #sweet jesus my brain hurts #im INSANELY anxious to post this

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script-a-world · 6 years ago

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Anon submits the following question:

Hello there! I am writing a story that has a couple characters time travelling to today from 2000 years in the future. One is a regular human and the other is his pet wooly mammoth that is illusioned to look like today’s elephant and they can talk to each other via implant that reads and translate brain waves.

His reason for visiting is 1) Collect DNA to use in more extinct species revival. 2) Collect today’s digital equipment because in the future, equipment there is too new to read old data. 3) Collect artefacts before they get destroyed in the future especially ones from his ancestor.

My main problem is keeping it consistent. First of all, he needs to speak and look like modern day people. However, his reason for coming is because he can’t read today’s media because the futuristic equipment can’t read it and today’s artefacts get destroyed in the future, which means exactly how much access does he even have to modern day. So, isn’t it going to look more like modern day people trying to understand 2000 years ago?

Obviously, the big reason we can’t understand people 2000 years ago is because things got lost and at the time there is no technology to preserve them. Anyone travelling back 2000 years ago from today will always be out of place. It should be easier for people in the future to understand today because of all our technology to preserve things, however my kink in the story is obviously today’s equipment is outdated.

But I don’t know, should there still be enough data that does survive and transferred to new technology. I mean, there are cassette tape to mp3 converters and video tapes get converted to dvds. But I do have some 20 year old video camera tapes, 3 ½ inch floppy disks and Windows 3.1 game CDs I can no longer play and no company releasing them for modern computers so it does make sense I think? But of course there are things that are just.. well completely lost and gone.

Please help, thanks.

Saphira: These are issues that will be expected by the time traveler. He knows full well that he does not have all the data- which we can use to our advantage.

The way to bridge his knowledge when he first lands from the future and actually blending in can be super exciting. How he learns to blend in accurately is a Stake Out, or perhaps a series of tests so he can self-calibrate.

This time allows him to be participatory, but passive. It allows him to take in the environment, process the information, and update what information he came with. Now we already know the modern world; so this frees you up to play with his expectations! What did he get wrong? What did he get right? What takes him by surprise? How does he handle the situation of people not reacting well to an Elephant?

The Adjustment Period can set the pace for your consistency. It can also outline his goals, and how he makes plans. Have fun with this time. This is also the easiest period to add comedy that later turns into a crisis!

Feral: So, would someone from 2018 traveling back in time to the Romanized Europe in 18 AD be out of place? Sure, mores have changed; hygiene has changed; language has certainly changed. But that doesn't mean they wouldn't know anything. We have archeology and anthropology and historical linguistics. Would Romans notice it was a bit off? Probably, but someone whose job it is to go back in time has probably done a lot of research (or has a team doing the research for them) to be as accurate as possible. You mention that all artifacts from our time are destroyed in the future? Like, every single material product of all world societies is destroyed completely beyond reconstruction? That sounds a little extreme. Did the planet blow up? Because Pompeii was destroyed by a volcano. Heraklion is under 10 meters/30 feet of water. We've got ancient cities and hill forts and tombs and a just a bunch of pottery shards buried under the ground that we are constantly unearthing and learning more about the societies that predate ours.

Maybe he wouldn't know how to turn on an iMac, but would he necessarily know nothing? No cookbooks or fashion magazines or any of the hundreds of tons worth of printed material we produce each year survived - it all gets destroyed? And yeah, maybe they get the clothing mixed up between decades (we do for the fashion of just a few decades ago) and pair Jenkos with a velour track suit top, but that's part of the fun with time travel. What people get right and what people get wrong. How people react to the specific mistakes the time traveler makes is a great source of conflict for your story.

Brainstormed: How much support did he have before jumping back? How much preparation? The language (I'm assuming English?) has changed, not even accounting for the slang. Food has changed, and the customs of eating it, so is his palate suited to today's food or will he be disgusted? Common social customs like greeting and small talk have probably warped too. Hygiene may be different. He's carrying germs that are stronger than today's germs by 2000 years, will he get everyone around him sick? Your character may be focused on technology, but a good way to show consistency and the disparity between his time and today is the little things that he may not have prepared for that have nothing to do with technology. Aside from that, if none of his future tech is compatible with today, then just have him acquire some modern technology like a phone or laptop. Have him grouse at how slow or stupid or limited it is, and how future technology is so much better, which gives you a chance to illustrate the changes tech will undergo in the future. Constablewrites: Also give some thought to how much of a focus you want the fish-out-of-water stuff to be in relation to the larger story. It's perfectly fine to make the story about that jarring change. It's also fine to decide that having to come up with new ways of describing stuff your audience is already familiar with is getting tedious, and you're just going to give your traveler a crash course and get on with things.

Feral: As an addendum to how everything was destroyed... how did the DNA of the woolly mammoth survive to be cloned? And how did they know to disguise it as an elephant? That would suggest that the future people do understand something about their past although they are simultaneously ignorant of the absolute panic that would result from an elephant traipsing around outside a zoo (unless this happens to take place in one of the few locations where elephants are just roaming around and doing their thing). Honestly I think most people in 2018 would react to bizarre clothing with a shrug - it must be a prank or a party or a cosplayer doing a character I've never seen - but the elephant is much more extreme. It sounds like the kind of detail that would be in something more absurdist in tone and/or genre. If you plan on having a bunch New Yorkers or Londoners or whoever-ers just roll with an 11 ft, 13000 pound animal hanging out, then honestly, anything can happen! Any reactions to the time traveler's dress or behavior or speech would theoretically be acceptable to the reader.

#pylons #time travel #language #data #submission

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pandoricaa · 6 years ago

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So my dream last night took place in a world where altered reality was a thing, people would go into these tanks full of a liquid (I think my brain called it thiamiline) that they could breathe and they could then control what they looked like and minute aspects of their personality so they could project the best selves they could possibly be. And this is such a major part of life that people actually give birth while in the liquid and babies go straight from breathing the liquid in the room to breathing this liquid. And then when they're old enough, about six or so, their parents take them out so that they can learn how to breathe real oxygen, which sometimes feels like suffocation as their body adjusts. And the great thing about this, is that because your mind is connected to this thing, it's constantly making backups and saving the data, so even if people die, there's still a memory cube that can be plugged in to the liquid with an exact copy of their mind (the last time they were immersed) so it's like they're not dead at all. And the thing about this world, is, I'm not sure how the liquid works. I don't know if it's a virtual reality type situation, because everyone also has implants in their brain/eye, which is how they see the projections, or if it's connecting to alternate universes where that's the real version of you and pulling those aspects through. No one knows, they just like it too much to stop, even if they're concerned about what it actually is.

But the dream followed a family of 4: the mom, the stepdad, a teenaged daughter, and a son who has been in the liquid his whole life even though he's almost 10. His mom's a bit overprotective and she knows that as long as his body's in the liquid he'll be safe and won't die. So he's sheltered and a bit weird as a result, but because the liquid gives you your best life possible, he's happy. And the dream actually followed these people for a while, but I forget all the mundane aspects of their lives, I just remember the part about the murder. So the stepdad, who's always been a perfect guy, has a best friend. They've been best friends for years, they work together, they're practically brothers. They even sometimes go out and do things in their real meat bodies, instead of the liquid projected ones (even though no one else can tell which body you're in, some people claim that there are some things you just have to experience for real).

And then the friend goes on a trip. Only it turns out he never made it on the trip, because he'd been killed. And because he was in his meat body, the police couldn't just rewind his memory to see what happened (crime has pretty much disappeared because of that and most people don't like coming out of the liquid and actually doing things, especially things that could risk their life) so this big investigation starts and it's disrupting this family's lives and a bunch of stuff happens and then the daughter finds a video while looking for something else in meat space, even though she's positive it wasn't there the last time she looked but she realizes that's because she was a projection at the time and that it must somehow have been programmed out of her sight. But she's curious and she watches and it and sees her stepdad killing his best friend while they're hiking in the woods. She's terrified but as she looks closer, she notices some differences about him. Turns out the liquid looks into millions of alternate universes and uses that data to find out what life you're happiest in and then uses that to project a life for you that everyone sees with their brain implant. And the stepdad somehow found a video from another universe where his alternate self kills his friend. So she freaks out, of course, and gets that info to the police and everyone wonders if when the stepdad got an idea when he saw this and carried it out in real life. So they're trying to find him and question him but he's nowhere to be found.

Then it cuts to him, he's in the woods where his friend died (in the other universe, at least) and he's super stressed about something and he's muttering out loud about how he had to do it and he shouldn't get in trouble and is super stressed out. And he comes to the edge of this ocean only it's actually a pond, even though when you're there and looking at it it seems unimaginably vast and unending, it actually only takes up a small amount of space. And instead of sand the beach is made up of small glass marbles and in equal spots around it, there's some brightly colored ones grouped together, shining. So the stepdad gets to this place and suddenly a guy pops his head out of it and looks disapproving. "I can't keep doing this for you" he says "I'm going to get into trouble!" The stepdad looks even more stressed. "Please?" He begs. The guy frowns. "It's not as easy to do as you think it is." The stepdad looks at him mournfully. "Ok, fine, I'll see what I can do!" And ducks back down and disappears for a minute. The stepdad starts walking along the beach and toys idly with some of the marbles. The colored ones don't move, but the clear ones do. Then the guy comes back. "Ok, I can help you one more time, but it's literally ONCE more. If you do this, you can't come back, you're staying there forever." The stepdad looks up, stricken. He has a big decision to make. The colored beads at his feet start to flicker. The guy looks startled and freaked out. "That's not supposed to happen... Make your decision now! You won't get another chance." He shouts. The stepdad looks indecisive.

(Quick explanation that my brain somehow knew without detailing it out in the actual dream: there's liquid in tanks that people use to connect to their best life, and then there's also liquid in the wild that isn't controlled. If you're in there, you can access all the universes for yourself instead of letting the tank choose one for you)

Cut to the rest of the world. Suddenly the colored lights on the side of each tank go out. The entire system stops working. The liquid even stops working. Cut to the family, the boy jumps out of his tank, coughing and retching. But being in the air doesn't help him breathe, because he's never had to do that before so he's struggling. His mom starts trying to help calm him down "it's just oxygen, just like what you got in your tank. Just calm down and take a breath. It's ok. It's ok, you're OK." The daughter goes to the police officer who's still in the house to try and get him to help. He's hushes her, abrupt, gaze fixated on the video. He'd been watching it again, looking for clues, when it flickered and changed. He started from the beginning. It's a completely new version of the video. It's still the friend getting killed, but it's not the stepdad who did it. He looks intensely at the screen that's about to reveal the killer.

And that's when my alarm went off, leaving me with a lot of unanswered questions.

(Although even though I woke up, my brain knew what was about to happen. The new killer was the daughter. And my best guess as to what happened, the AI/being that controls the liquid found out that people were bringing things back from other universes and seeing as that shouldn't be possible, she shuts it down until she can figure out who's doing it and how to stop it. And the stepdad didn't actually kill the friend, at least not in this universe, the video is just the best guess as to who did it based on who did it in other universes. But he did do something, the audience just doesn't know what it is yet)

#last night i dreamt #this took me an hour to write #its like an actual story #and theres an ending i just dont know what it is #alternate universes #weird dreams #dreams #i dont know how my brain came up with this #if this were a book id read it

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huntingatdusk · 7 years ago

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Why the clone Shiro theory has more to it, and it still disapproves of his ugly ass hair.

This is going under a read more for spoilers (from multiple shows, along with season 4), because it is a long post, and there are a lot of pictures.

The clone theory has a lot more under the surface in my opinion. (My opinion! Please don't attack me for this! I have to bold this part because I don't trust people in this fandom to just disagree in their mind and move on.)

The clone theory has a lot of evidence, but I still think there is more to prove it. This idea is based on something my brother pointed out. It’s a very compelling argument. Note: I had shown him the entirety of Shiro's escape and told him in detail the evidence for the clone theory, so he has the same basic knowledge as any of us. He doesn't believe the clone theory, BUT his theory is still interesting.

My brother had said to me “That's still Shiro, his brain and eyes have just been... hacked.”

He then told me about another show he had watched that reminded him of a few parallels to Shiro’s escape. Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex. I’ll make sure to explain the basic plot as to not confuse anyone.

Ghost in the Shell Spoilers ahead. You have been warned!

To quote the Wikipedia: The series centers on the members of an elite cybernetic law enforcement unit known as Public Security Section 9 as they investigate cyber-crime and terrorism cases; these cases often are connected to their pursuit of an elite "Super Class A" hacker and corporate terrorist known as "The Laughing Man".

I’ve bolded the parts to point out. Notice a pattern? Yeah. Cyber. What could Shiro be classified as? Cybernetic. This is just the tip of the iceberg though, so strap in.

Now to focus on the other part. The word hacker, and The Laughing Man (The Laughing Man will be shortened to TLM in the rest of this because his name is long, and im lazy.) Now TLM has a very well known trait.

Once again to quote the Wikipedia: He is an expert hacker, able to hide his physical presence by editing himself out of video feeds and cybernetic eyes, concealing his identity by superimposing an animated logo over his face, and hijacking cybernetic brains altogether, all in real-time.

Now im not saying they gave a Shiro clone cybernetic eyes and a cybernetic brain, but.... they gave a Shiro clone cybernetic eyes and a cybernetic brain!!!

Ok, this is where all the pictures are going to come in, so prepare for that.

The first thing we really see is clone Shiro’s eye. This is a way to tell the audience who’s perspective we see throughout the next few shots. I also feel like it is symbolic to show that Shiro’s eyes are important.

The first few shots we see from his perspective are a bright light

And two very not fun looking tools. Im guessing that the first is for scanning vitals and the second is to shut off his arm? Possibly? In full honesty, they look nothing like medical tools I know of, and im not going to use them as much evidence.

We then change perspective, as we watch Shiro sit up, and look over to a Galra standing in the room with him. He questions if it’s Ulaz. It is not.

We see this galra turn and look at him

And then fade from his sight. This is where the parallels to GITS start forming.

This is TLM. He is being filmed on live TV in this scene.

He looks up...

... and begins the hacking process

and then begins hiding his face.

The connection between the galra fading from Shiro’s sight to TLM covering his face is very important. Sadly I have no visual evidence of TLM hacking cybernetic eyes and brains to escape the sight of Public Security Section 9. He is able to do that, however, to keep his identity secret, and to hide from the force looking for him.

We then see Shiro leave the room he is in, before looking at an operation.

An operation being performed

on him.This is him before the operation. The Shiro from this point onwards has the cybernetic implants.

We know that his eyes are cameras thanks to this post. That could mean that they can see through his eyes, change what he sees, and all of that can be done in real time. Now to add some more Voltron lore to this theory.

We know that changes to the eyes can be done in this universe. How? Because Matt Holt’s pasty ass told us in season 4.

Matt, when questioned about his need for glasses, tells us this:

An operation like that must have been at least slightly dangerous, but he went through with it anyway. Probably with a trusted adults permission. Who?

His own father. Sam Holt.

Sam Holt. The same man who was (in theory) in charge of Project Kuron himself. That theory has little to no evidence, but I think this might give a little more to it. His son was a test, and when it worked, he continued on to do the same operation

on Shiro.

This TLM theory can also be used to show Shiro’s change in personality. By giving Shiro a cybernetic brain, the galra can easily hack his movement, choices, dialogue, and basically change his entire person, like shitty hackers with a dating sim character. This makes me think that...

the galra have a shit sense of humor because WHO WOULD THINK THAT HAIRSTYLE LOOKS GOOD?! I fully believe that the galra had him choose that dove ass looking hair because they needed a laugh, and someone in the control room went ‘Lol what if we gave him a stupid haircut LMFAO’

*ahem*

So the clone Shiro theory is more then ‘He’s a clone sleeper agent with a shitty fashion sense.’

The clone theory goes all the way back to its roots. By giving Shiro yet another cybernetic upgrade.

#voltron season 4 #shiro clone #clone theory #voltron theory #fuvk this is so bad #shit #hopefully he didnt already write his own theory and post it #fuck my friends man #he told me he already told Ki about it an im hurt???#like bro ur my mlm wlw solidarity bff and u just steal my theory?#bitch?

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sambart93 · 8 years ago

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2017.02.14 Messiah: Akatsuki [Review]

Yesterday I spent valentine’s day watching a stage series that I completely fell into last summer! While I was super pissed and skeptical of this installment of the stage - due to favourite characters (Amane, Misu, Shuuto’s) and actors NOT coming back (Takaki, Nakamura, Shuuto, Hirose Daisuke, Naoya) this installment, and also some announcing that the next installment after this one would be their last (Amane/Takaki, Misu/Nakamura) - I went in with an open mind and was ready to accept whatever they were gunna send at me. And I did. Lets see how that went shall we?

Official Site Here Official Twitter Here Dress Rehearsal Video Here Press Coverage 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

CAST/CHARACTERS

Akazawa Tomoru as Shirasaki Mamoru Izawa Yuki as Ariga Ryou Sugie Taishi as Kagami Itsuki Nagae Ryouki as Miike Mayo Yamaoki Yuki as Yugi Kotarou Hashimoto Shinichi as Kugure Jun Asato Yuya as Doctor Ten Otsuka Kosuke as Doctor Three Ito Kotaro as Amane Gwen Shougo Yamada James Takeshi as Salut Araki Kentaro as Kumoi Ren / Cheka Kotani Yoshikazu kuroko / Momose Tatara Nakahara Yuya as Ichijima Harumi Osumi Kenya as Shikura Kazuhito

Ensemble: Hosokawa Akihiro, Kitamura Kai, Uraie Kenji, Hisada Yuki, Sugiura Yuichi, Ishigami Ryuya, Sakamoto Kazuki

STORY

Kaito Yuri has gone missing and it seems like he might have not only betrayed Sakura but also Mamoru. But Mamoru stays strong that Kaito isn't a bretrayer and that he's still alive, though many believe he's dead after 6 months with no contact from him have passed. Mamoru is sent on a solo Gradutaion (Sotsugyou) Mission to stop the AI hacker known as 'Necromancer' who had broken into Sakura's security system and caused havock. With the occassional help from Doctor Ten, Doctor Three, and the three new Sakura recruits, Mamoru embarks on his mission, alone.

NON-SPOILER:

Maybe it's because this was my first time seeing Messiah live the flesh but I felt there was a massive step up in production and everything in this stage! The most impressive thing was the choreography for the action. Holy moly, the stunts and the timing was amazing! Also I really enjoyed the projection mapping this time around and how they used it. As usual the music was amazing and also super nostalgic and hearing the bell when the stage began! I cried at the ending to this but for a different meaning than everyone else. I really, really enjoyed this which I didn't expect to and I am definitely looking forward to the next installment. The negatives I have is this story has two plots and one of the plots I absolutely loved and the other plot I absolutely hated and don't want to remember. The second negative is; I really don't like the three new recruits. They're like carbon copies of Messiah character's we've already met and they're boring and I don't really want to get to know them, which is unfortunate because the actors themselves are adorable!

Rating: I don't think I've rated the Messiah series at all up to now... but I'll put it at a safe 8/10 for now.

SPOILERS!

You’ve been warned; all the spoilers ahead!

Strangely enough the spoilers are going to start with my giving a more detailed story plot, which will be ‘colour coded’ due to sections of the story that I personally want to remove from my memory in italics because I hated those parts of the plot. Sound good? Okay!

Kaito Yuri has gone missing and after 6 months have passed everyone believes he's dead while Mamoru stays strong and believes he's alive and that he didn't betray Sakura. Mamoru is sent on a solo Gradutaion (Sotsugyou) Mission to stop the AI hacker known as 'Necromancer' who had broken into Sakura's security system and caused havock such as making satelites fall from the space and hijacking a plane and almost crashing it and in the end it locks onto the nuclear bombs across the world and threatens to set them all off. The rest of the Sakura crew (along with two sciencetists; Doctor Three and Docter Ten, and three new Sakura recruits; Yuge, Kugure and Miike, help Mamoru break into where Necromancer's main source is, but it turns out many people have been implanted with a chip meaning Necromancer can control and use their bodies, even after the person has been killed, which the AI does on several occassions and literally has an army of the undead under it's control. Not only that but turns out the creator of Necromancer is Kumoi Ren; Kagami's supposed-to-be-dead uncle, who long ago had implanted a chip even into Kagami's brain, and Kagami ends up being the HOST and being controlled by Necromancer, thus follows his uncle and leaves Ariga. So now Ariga is desperately trying to save Kagami and trying to find a way to bring him back in control of his body and brain without having to kill him (because we all know he has a streak of killing his Messiahs -__-). SO it turns out Kaito was working with them to help create the AI 'Necromancer' and it ended in them killing him because he protested to officially joining them, and they took and used his brain to fuse with the Necromancer AI software to create the ultimate AI. Meaning Kaito is well and truly dead much to Mamoru's ruined heart and feelings. However, Mamoru learns that because the AI is meshed with Kaito's brain, the AI actually understands emotions, and purposely chose Sakura as the security system to hack, and has a weak spot which is wanting to still protect Mamoru. Mamoru manages to gain control of the Kaito part of Necromancer and it decides to leave Kagami's body and the mission is completed without any nuclear bombs or anything going off. The final scene (as with all Messiah Graduations) is of Mamoru on his solo mission out of Sakura and in his spy uniform when he's surrounded by Necromancer controlled enemies but when one has his gun pointed squarely at Mamoru (who happens to have Kaito’s hairstyle and similar face structure to Hirose), Mamoru says 'let's go Kaito' and again the Kaito part of Necromance takes over that guys body and joins Mamoru's side to fight the rest of the gang. End.

Yeah I ain't even spoiled 80% of the whole story yet! Course I left some things out or else you wouldn't be surprised when you see the stage for yourself.

As you can see, I'm super not happy about the Kaito plot line and I'd like to erase that whole part from the plot. This story work perfectly swell with it just being about a super AI that has taken over Kagami’s body. << also this boy needs more character development so why not let him be the main story?! It really pissed me off how they've dealt Hirose Daisuke's exit from the series. Even just making a silly fucking short VTR of showing him dying would’ve been more satisfactory than a random line he speaks over a computer and better than just a projection mapping of his Sakura profile and at the bottom saying: Dead. and I’m also pissed at Hirose about going to the keikos and seeing the performance AND there’s clearly newly recorded recorded Yuri voice soundbytes for this stage too(!); so he obviously HAD THE TIME to do the fucking stage. Ugh, especially right at the end with the pretty much Hirose student double who LIP SYNCS Kaito’s lines at the end, oh my god I am so pissed about that! lets move on.

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Now let's get to some specifics in the play that I enjoyed!

I freaking cried! As soon as that bell rang to signal the start of the play an we get Mamoru kicking ass and almost being kicked and it being action packed right from the start? I was like "YES!! THIS IS MESSIAH!!!"

I have such respect in this stage for Tomorun in this. His applause compared to everyone else was so much louder. While the applause at the end was solid anyway (it's the first time I've experienced applause not quieten a little between the bows and the actors getting in position) the sound got like 1000 times louder when Tomorun was stood on his own to bow, and he damn well deserves it! He had a LOT of weight to carry and he had a lot to hold up to in this stage and it really shows through and he was flawless and amazing in his role. He spends 70% of this stage crying his eyes out and/or being beaten to shit. I actually feel sorry for Tomorun for how much pressure he had this time around. We all know who to blame... anyway... One part I really love of Tomorun’s performance is (it’s really small but) when he gets captured and one of the bad guys kicks his leg and Shirasaki falls down on one knee and just the timing and the way he does it is SO good! And I was SUPER lucky the second show! I had a seat for row 13 which is THE row between the two sections which means there's a big enough gap for the actor to go running right past you and even fight in front of you, WHICH Tomorun did at least twice! Each time he stopped EXACTLY in front of me or what fighting RIGHT in front of me and so the wind caused by his punched were right in my face and his coat hits my legs a few times and I was just like 'oooooommmmmmmgggggggggoooooooddd' internally and everytime he exited away it always went quiet but I'm pretty sure people near me always heard me to exhale very deeply as I tried to calm down from the heart racing closeness I was to the action and Tomorun.... holy moly...

Ariga this time... I have a hate relationship with this guy because of what happened with Mamiya but (un)fortunately Izawa Yuki is such a freaking saint. He's so adorable and so nice and he's such an interesting person and this time around Ariga's character was given more room to group and kind of move away slightly from the Mamiya stigma, especially now that Kagami has fully accepted him as his Messiah. And also thanks to Izawa the higawari and improve scenes and lines are gold. He's so funny! So my opinion of Ariga has changed this stage but lets say that's more from Izawa and Kagami's influence rather than Ariga himself. But there's SUCH a good moment at the end when Ariga puts his gun against Shirasaki's chest and says 'See you again' and (I didn't notice the first time so I FREAKED the fuck out and cried hard the second time!) Shirasaki removes his gun and puts it against Ariga's and says 'definitely' SO THEY CHANGED GUNS!! THEY PROMISED TO MEET AGAIN!!! OMG I'M DEAD!! *dead*

Anyway, I'm glad Ariga's still, in this stage, talking about and facing up and admitting what he did to Mamiya and he still mentions how he regrets it and everything and there's a scene towards the end where I was convinced 'Oh fuck it's Mamiya all over again!' --okay I seriously have to talk about this scene but can we go back a few more steps?

I need to talk about the Ariga x Kagami relationship before I can talk about that scene.

I am so fucking onboard with this ship now! Holy shit this stage gave me ALL the (what're we calling them?) Karimi? Arimi? KaGa? Basically I am so in love with them as a pair! Holy moly! There's so many juicy scenes with them! Literally after the first mission for Necromancer fails they go on, Ariga and Kagami are talking and Kagami is like 'I'm really glad you accepted me as your Messiah... Mamoru still believes Kaito is alive... and you? ... Do you think Mamiya is alive?' *me with ALL the feels* 'omowanai....kono te de Mamiya wo koroshita. Soshite... ore no Messiah ha Kagami da. // no... I killed him with my own hands. Besides that... you're my Messiah. (I have to put this in the Japanese cos I loved his reply!)' and then the scene Kagami is like 'can you stop that? ... I'm your Messiah... stop calling me Kagami....' 'Then what should I call you?' 'Itsuki'

And we enter the two higawaris from the day where Ariga attempts to call Kagami by his first name:

14:00 Performance

Ariga: 'I....i....iiiii' Sugie: 'Ariga are you okay?' 'I.....iiiiiiiii......iiiii' 'You don't have to force yourself!' 'Iiiiiiiiii!!!!! Renshuu shimasu! / I'll go and practise!' *storms off*

19:00 Performance *Prior to this higawari Sugie actually fucked up his 'I'm your Messiah...' line

Ariga: 'Nnnnnntsuki' Sugie: 'What?' 'Nnnnn...nnnntsuki!' 'Don't push yourself. Lets go slow okay?' 'Okay' 'I' 'I' 'Tsu' 'Tsu' 'Ki' 'Ki' 'Okay! All together' 'NNNNNTSUKI! Renshuu shimasu! / I'll go and practise!' 'Yeah you should,' 'also...don't mess up' / kamu na As Izawa walks off , Sugie yells 'Sumimasen! / I'm sorry' and the whole audience were laughing.

Okay lets get to MORE Ariga x Kagami moments. During their first mission to infiltrate Necromancer they obviously get surrounded and beaten to shit by the bad guys and the choreography is so GOOD. Ariga gets attacked and one of the kicks sends him flying into Mamoru who catchs him in his arms! And THEN Kagami get's attacked and flies into Ariga who catches him and then the guy goes to attack Kagami again and cos Ariga is holding him he turn him around so HE takes the blow instead of Kagami and Kagami is like 'Ariga!!' trying to keep and hold him up!!! Oh my the feels!!!!

Now lets get to the horrible moment... so Ariga finally finds Necromancer infested Kagami and Necromancer is like 'if you shot me hear *points to his head* you'll kill me. But you'll also kill Kagami,' and so the scene unfolds and I ALREADY was convinced someone was going to die this stage(!) before I even knew what the plot was to this stage so I'm watching scene unfold and everyone in the room was already crying and sniffling cos of Mamoru and Kaito's scene just before this one but THIS is where I grab my mouth in shock and I'm like 'oh shit... oh shit it's Mamiya all over again. Oh my god please don't kill Kagami' and I'm sat there and the tears start POURING out and I'm starting to make the most noise cos people haven't already gotten most of their crying out with Mamoru! and then wait for it.... Ariga SHOOTS his gun! BUT it goes PAST Kagami and so Necromancer turns and faces Ariga properly and he's like 'you missed! Right here *points to the center of his forehead' and Ariga SHOOTS again but hits Kagami's shoulder and then shoots another 4 times, three go flying past Kagami as he slowly moves forward towards Ariga and the other hits Kagami's leg, but because he's being controlled by Necromancer, he still keeps moving and ignores the pain and such. And then he TAKES Ariga's gun and SHOOTS him in the stomach and Ariga collaspes and I was FREAKING the fuck out. And of course (because it was so. obviously. set-up.) Ariga yells at him to try and bring Kagami's concious back, 'Kagami.... Kagami! ... KAGAMI!..... ITSUKI!!!!!!' and (I start crying even harder because he's finally called him Itsuki and) for a second Kagami comes back and stops the gun from shooting and killing Ariga. Oh my, I'm dead writing it now!!

The finally amazing shipping moment between these two is after Necromance leaves Kagami's body, Kagami falls unconcious to the floor and Ariga drags himself over to Kagami's side of the stage and sits with one leg under his butt and his other leg is kneeling and he rests Kagami's head on his thigh (almost at his crotch) of his kneed up leg (I hope this names sense) and has his hand on Kagami's shoulder. During this Mamoru is center stage doing the climax of the plot and everything and -- EVERYONE in the room is crying their eyes out at Mamoru and in the first performance I was crying from relief that Kagami didn't die and in second performance I was crying by how beautiful this scene unfolds -- eventually towards the end we see Kagami wake up from conciousness; he stays where he is but he opens his eyes half way and sees Ariga above him and slowly takes his right hand to grab Ariga's shoulder and Ariga sees him and SO STRONGELY grabbed onto Kagami's hand and holds it SO tightly and Kagami smiles and falls back into conciousness as Ariga smiles at him and -- oh my god I'm crying as I freaking right this!! I am so on board with this effing ship now! Oh my god...

Okay I need to go and calm down...

Now to solely talk about Kagami: I freaking LOVE that half of this plot ws HIS story line! I've been dying for MORE Kagaminess because I still think he's very new and underdeveloped, also he's currently my favourite Messiah in the series since Mamiya. BUT to say he was a MAJOR plot in this Sugie defo had LESS stage time than he should've been given. I feel he and James got about the same amount. Just after the higawari with Ariga, Sugie is missing from the stage (but constantly spoken about) for a good 30/40minutes which I think is super weird (and lets blame the writers forcing Kaito into the story again shall we?) so I'm annoyed because Sugie/Kagami really does deserve MORE time on stage. Now that Mamoru has graduated it means Izawa and Sugie's last stage should be next which I fucking hope it isn't because of how UNDER developed both of them I feel still are. They've just got another 2 or 3 installments of development left and needed in my opinion. Especially when Matsuda/Ono did EIGHT stages and movies in Messiah before they graduated, and Kagami's only done 3 installments so far and in such small roles(!). So yeah, Sugie deserved more time on stage as Kagami, especially because he does become a major story plot. Also I freaking LOVE how we got his uncle as the bad guy this time! And seeing the HATE Kagami has for his uncle is wonderful! AND Sugie did these two super cool stunts! One is when two of the guys hold his arms and he does this backwards spin thanks to the momentum and then kicks the crap out of them! Another is the ending credits where a bad guy flips him over before he shoots him and it looked SO freaking cool (and a little dangerous) in the first show but unfortunately they messed up in the second performance but during the curtain call Sugie explained how they have a safe execution if he can't land it properly even though it'll look weird, which it did but good to know they have a back up plan and a safe way to finish it if it doesn't go perfectly ^_^ ALSO a main reason why Kagami is a favourite character of mine (besides his bratty attitude and lollypop eating) is his fighting style. It MUST be something back Sugie because I am in love with both his Kagami and Namazuou (from Touken Ranbu Stage) fighting choreography. He fights so cockily in both roles if I really think about it xD OHHH! Another scene which was SO gun is when he first finds Kumoi and he eventually beats him down and ends up straddling above Kumoi and has a gun to Kumoi's face and Araki's hands (both times) were pretty much AGAINST Sugie's crotch because Sugie sat that far up him! I enjoyed it (a bit too much) even if they're supposed to be uncle and nephew xD

Now lets get to the problem children; the three new Messiah recruits.

I don't like them... I don't like them IF they're going to be the new MAIN Messiahs. If they stay as SIDE characters then I'm happy with them. They aren't bad characters but they're no where near MAIN character material. When the 2nd gen Messiahs came in, they were instantly developed and very well introduced, unlike these three; they're bland and too boring to become mains. I will give them a little room to grow but just... ugh. No I don't want these three to be 3rd Messiah Mains!

Nagae.... Nagae... I don't like you. I liked you for about 5 seconds in HetaMyu but like... your attitude in both roles is just so bad! Also I really don't like your chin! He was alright during the aftertalk but just... I don't like you and your character, Miike, in Messiah is an insensitive cunt << I've been dying to call him this outloud for a good 24 hours. They have a meeting at Sakura and he's just like 'wonder if you'll just kill your Messiah again. It's easy for you to do right' to Ariga! And I (did?) HATE Ariga but that's going fucking too far. Insensitive, inconsiderate little shit. Kagami is a little shit but at least he's a playful one who actually has a freaking heart and cares about those that matter. Miike on the other hand can seriously go jump off a fucking cliff. And you can TELL they've started setting things up for the three new characters because there's a point after he's killed the bad guys and only he is left on stage with a dead body and he's like 'your face looks relax... was living that hard? ... same as me then' and it's like 'oh bitch please! You're a fucking child, fuck off' I really didn't appreciate this sob story for someone who's as motherfucking rude as him. And breathe...

Next is Yugi... he's... alright. He's sweet and wants to help Sakura and he's strong and he's sensitive and he super nice to everyone but his personality is very weak and very... normal? and .... he's just not got the face to be a MAIN cast. Sorry guy!! But your face is very 'side character' looking. I hate myself for being so judgey about his looks but, overall I don't think he (meaning the character) is main Messiah character material at all. And again they obviously set it up at the end where he yells at Miike 'I'll take anyone as my messiah, so long as it isn't you' ugh...

And the last problem child is Kugure who is a carbon copy of Hamao's character. He's got the glasses, he acts all stoic, he plays by the book and does his job as a Messiah. He only has two tiny parts that make him a little bit different to Hamao's character. The first is a higawari with Izawa so technically it's not even his character!

14:00 Performance:

Kugure: 'I read your file' Ariga: 'What did you see?' 'Ariga Ryou's favourite food is... purin' 'Yes I love it... and?' 'The thing your particuar about... is how you eat it' 'Well... how do you eat it?' 'I just put it in my mouth' '...lets go....'

19:00 Performance:

Kugure: 'I read your file' Ariga: 'What did you see?' 'Ariga Ryou's favourite food is... purin' 'Yes I love it... and?' 'The thing your particuar about... is how you eat it. 'Of course I am! Kugure, do you know the Purin dance?' *audience cracks up, Shinchan was clearly not expecting this answer and just doesn't reply* '.........what?' 'Try and do it' '.....okay' *Shinchan slowly moves into position to dance* 'lets go!' and Izawa walks off as Shinchan is still half amused and half embarrassed.

In the aftertalk Shinchan talks about how usually he and Izawa have set higawaris that they'll do but tonight Izawa just made one up on the spot and it really shocked him, and Sugie was like 'yep that's Izawa. He's very unpredictable' xD And at the end of this stage, Kugure goes to Ichijima's office and says 'I have something I want to talk to you about' and Ichijima removes his glasses and says 'follow me' to which Kugure slightly touches his glasses before following him and thinking about it now, Ichijima and Kugure's actors DO look very similar AND they both have glasses. Are they setting them up to be father and son?! That's the feeling I got! ALSO I didn't realise until the end of the second performance who Shinchan was!! Towards the end, I suddenly shot up in my seat and was like 'SHIT that's the guy I like from Owari no Seraph!!! ... Why did I think it was Hashimoto Shohei who did Owari.... OMG IT'S HIM!!!!! Oh he can sing nice....' so yeah I'm a slow dumbass xD

So you can see how they've started to set them up being the next gen and I'm not happy. The actors themselves are sweet and really nice (more in the aftertalk) but... no thank you!

Is it just me or does Asato have a lisp?! It definitely sounded like he had/has one and I found it so cute!!! I expected his role as Doctor Ten to be pretty small in this but as he ends up betraying Sakura and works with Hopporengo, I'm sure he'll be a bigger role in the future. Because I didn't know the first performance he was an undercover spy for the terrorists, I didn't notice the subtle hints BUT the second time around you can SEE what he gets up. You see he purposely gave Mamoru certain information and we see him mess with the computer system JUST before it gets seriously hacked and we see him whispering stuff to Kumoi when Sakura have him captured and stuff. So kudos to the writers and director for the subtleness of showing the audience through multiple viewings what his true nature is.

Doctor Three had a much smaller role than I thought he would especially when Asato is partnered with him but Asato naturally got more stage time. I’m still not really sure about his character but I did enjoy his personality and I really liked his performance during the hacking scene.

Now we get to a character I have an issue with, only because of his name. His name is Amane... AMANE! I’m sorry but we already HAVE an Amane in Messiah so unless it turns out they’re related then why the hell do we have ANOTHER Amane! It’s just rubbing salt into the wounds because Amane is not in this installment and will be leaving the series! Okay, now for the character and actor himself, Amane was a very, very small role so he didn’t really leave an impression, but his uniform is nice and I assume he’s connected to the group of officers Shuuto’s character was apart of but without rewatching it or reading his bio, I can’t be sure if they’re the same unit (because the uniforms are different yet have the same boss). As for Ito himself, he’s so sweet and funny! During the Evening Performance’s curtain call, Nagae was like ‘please look forward to the AfterTalk because this guy at the back (of the stage) is very interesting’ and Nagae did not lie! More on that later. Main point is though: he acts SO cute and I was shocked to learn (after when I looked at the pamphlet) how old he is and everything! He’s totally adorable and needs to be protected like a son. Then I later learnt he’s gunna be the red haired character in Daiya no A stage and he looks amazing in that role! Almost tempted to go...

James... James.... James, James, James... I’ve been following you on twitter for a good year and know how great you are of a person but this day I FINALLY saw you act in the flesh for the first time and it’s the first time I’ve seen you act in something since 7 Days which I saw over a year ago!! And I was not disappointed. Firstly that hairstyle is freaking gorgeous and looks so good on you. Secondly, you fighting with a knife and in those slightly tight, white pants? Hell yes! ALSO (as I knew) you’re playing a terrorist in this? Hell yes!! I was so happy with James in this!!! I am so ready for him to be our next main Terrorist villain ones the Cats are sorted (in the movie I assume). Also I was super surprised when he first started talking because A. I didn’t realise nor remember his voice being as high as it actually is and B. he sounds SO MUCH like Fujita Rei! (<< who also has done Messiah btw ;) ) so yeah I was little surprised at first but his voice IS nice too ^_^ Also also also also!!!!! We got a James vs Izawa fight which obviously made all the fangirls happy! It was short but satisfying!! I also love how his character betrayed his ‘contractor’ at the end and also how brutal and ruthless his character is. ALSO the fact that he throws his gun away a lot in favour of the thrill and risk of fighting JUST with a knife or two is amazing too! His such a good character! OMG!!! His fight with Kuroko too was amazing!! But I’ll talk about that more with Kotani! So yes... thank you James and cannot wait to see you in the movie (even if it is a prequel to this stage like I assume).

I love Araki okay. I’ve loved him since he did TouMyu and played Yoshitsune(ko)! And his character in this is completely different. He is a cold ass, mean uncle in this! But I was so hyped when we learn he’s Kagami’s uncle and how manipulative he’s been and how much he did nothing but train and manipulate Kagami! Also the fact that he even had him getting captured by Sakurai and Kagami joining Sakurai pre-planned and everything was genius! I really enjoyed his final scene too! << mainly thanks to James’ character’s cruelty xD

And now it's time to talk about the wonderful star of the comedy relief show; Kuroko aka Kotani!!!! He was fucking hilarious! So many funny moments I want to talk about! The first is when Mamoru is trying to look at Kaito's profile so see if he could get any hints as to what his last mission was and such and Kuroko comes bouncing in and lightens the mood and then asks the computer 'When will the perfect boy walk into my life?' '...No data could be found' xD 'Oh what?! I wanted valentine chocolate....' and soon after this he gets all happy about something, pulls out a slipper from under his coat and begins to sing but Shirasaki soon stops him. Another amazing moment is when he and Salut are having a knife fight and Salut cuts Kuroko ONCE and Kuroko goes MURDEROUS and unstopable. He turns into an absolute ANIMALS when he's fighting and thus that's why he's been kept more as a housekeeper than as a spy at Sakura Church. That and also because we learn he in fact (like Ariga) killed his own Messiah. But turns out his Messiah was an undercover spy for (a similar group to) Hopporengo. During the end credit, his hits Ichijima on the bum with his brush xD he's such a cheeky but funny guy who goes batshit crazy in the battlefield! Oh my!! Another batshit crazy is when Sakura infultrate the boat that Kagami and Kumoi and Salut are on and he and Shirasaki come BUSTING in and (jesus chrsit I can't believe it happened, I pissed myself the entire time) Kuroko storms onto the boat with TWO machine guns and laughing like a crazy man and spinning around as he spot all the bad guys. It was such an epic but hilarious scene!! There's another great scene where Ichijima is talking about past graduated Messiahs and as he mentioned Haku's name, Kuroko pulls a Nanny milk carton out of his pocket and tries to give it to Ichijima xD Anytime he hit someone on the head with the slipper, it always such a good sound that you couldn't help laugh xD Kuroko EASILY shot to pretty much the top of my 'Fav Messiah Characters Ever' in this stage. He's absolutely gold; both when he's doing comedy AND being a badass!

Lastly I'm going to put Ichijima and Shikura's actors together here; these two have been actors for a long time; they're pros, they're damn good at their job, they're very well known and this wasn't they first Messiah; they were flawless and performed as they should of. The most interesting parts about the actors were how they behaved in the curtain call. Usually older Japanese actors have this scary and serious aura about them BUT in the first curtain call Nagae was trying to be all cute like 'I'm bad at curtain calls. I'm only 18 tehe' and then Osumi straight away was like 'Oooooh I can't give speech. I'm only 18 tehe' and totally ridiculed Nagae and he got so embarrassed and Osumi got a HUGE applause from the audience and then as soon as it died down we could see Nakahara on the other side of the stage acting all childish and only the audience saw and when the members turned around to him he acted normal again xD They were real sports! xD At first I was upset Ichijima was back rather than Naoya's character (and I still haven't figured out Ichijimia and Naoya's chara's relationship and status balance) but after seeing the stage, Ichijima is actually a MAJOR part of the plot so it made sense for him to be back. ALSO everytime Ichijima gets serious about fighting and clicks his leg back into place and fights is always badass and epic to watch! He did not disappoint this time either! ^_^

Curtain Calls

I've pretty much already spoke about the two major points of the two curtain calls I saw so lets just go to the aftertalk; about Nagae being teased for trying to act cute and when Ito got pointed out as a very interesting person. Oh but there was another point; because Sugie failed his stunt during the end credits, he explained about the backup safety plan he and the student guy has in case it doesn't go well, and mentioned how difficult the amount of action is for everyone, but that Tomorun never complains about it but then Izawa is like 'yeah but he complains to me when no one else is around' xD

19:00 AfterTalk: Sugie, Nagae, Ito, Shinchan (guest starring Izawa and James)

The AfterTalk was an absolutely shambles but it was a hilarious and uncontrollably laughing shambles. All four of the boys are absolutely hopeless! Basically none of them could talk properly and Ito at one point (already mentioned) was asked about what he likes about this stage and he’s stands up and goes ‘look at this uniform’ *points to his sleeves* ‘they’re reversed! I didn’t realise until I put it on for our first day! Isn’t it cool. Also look how cool this front is where it extends!’ and everyone was just like ‘....’ >.<

And there was another point where he wanted to talk about a scene or character he liked and he’s like ‘you know when that happens and you know like it goes like that and’ and everyone looked at him like ‘what the fuck are you going on about?’ ‘you get me right?’ ‘.....’ to which Nagae suddenly yelled to the audience 'you see what I mean by he’s interesting!' xD We were all dying. About 10 or 15 minutes into the non-stop random talking, Nagae looks at Sugie and goes 'don't you have a sheet of paper right there with topics for us to talk about?' and Sugie looks at him and went 'what's the point! None of this is interesting compared to the mess of a conversation we're having!' and threw the paper on the floor, killing the audience once again. Nagae went and picked it up for him, 'well if you don't wanna do those topics then why don't we get questions from the audience then?' the audience got super excited but (as predicted) they started going off on another random conversation between themselves. And then Sugie looks back and is like 'Izawa... why you taking pics of us from there?' and he replied 'you continue. I'll take pics!' and one of the guys was like 'you might as well come out here if you're gunna talk!' and he's like 'nah I'm good!' and then another of them went 'Oh look! It's Ariga and the guy that looks like him' xD to make the audience laugh EVEN more, Nagae commented: 'you know (the scene) when they're fighting? It's like a video where it's the same player (but in different clothes)' xD

The next topic was about what characters or side (Messiah / Police / Terrorist) they'd like to be on and it ended up (thanks to Ito, see above) becoming a 'what clothing do you like' topic and Sugie complained at how he's just all in black and it's boring and he'd like something like James' outfit with a little splash of white clothing. He complimented James' white pants and you just heard this 'thanks!!' from behind the curtain XD Sugie also spoke about when they all first got the script, his name just said ‘Sugie Taishi = Kagami Itsuki / N’ and then when they did the first read through THEN they realised N meant Necromancer and that at first he found it challenging to play N (because you basically how to act like a robot).

EDIT 2017.02.21: Another thing that was mentioned was suddenly Sugie started talking about ‘we didn’t know if this was going to be the last or not. And we didn’t know what was going to happen next’ which means there was a CHANCE Messiah wasn’t going to continue after THIS one or even get this one! But now that they’ve announced a new stage in Autumn and we’ve still got the movie to look forward to. Looks like they might be continuing it after all, especially when (starting with this play) it’s been labelled the New Messiah Series; so clearly they intend to continue the series under this new name.

By the way, Izawa really DID get takes from behind the curtain during the aftertalk:

You're welcome ;)

Extras

I think you're probably going to know all these already but lets have a quick run down of the non-actor things:

- The choreography is absolutely amazing! I've already said this but I really do feel like everything, including the choreography was stepped up massively this time! So many cool stunts and spins and swings and everything! - I really really really really want and need a Messiah OTS seriously. I freaking love all the music!! Even in the new stage!! Seriously, I just want a CD of all the Messiah music they use EVERY stage including the bell at the beginning of EVERY stage! <3 - Linking to the choreography; the stunt men* were phenomenal! - I really liked the staging and the stage design this time. Even with the scary SLOPE right at the front of the stage. But I loved the computer screen-like props they had at the top of the stage. - The projection mapping was used very well! It definitely didn't feel distracting (hell sometimes I hadn't even realise it'd been pulled down because of how well they co-ordinated everything) - The lighting was great too!

*I realise I've called them stunt me the entire review and that I should really call them ensemble but do you realise how long this review has taken me? I ain't going back and correcting it all. You all know who I mean anyway! xD

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Okay I'll stop here! Pretty sure I've spent like 4 hours making this review! I'm done! Hope you enjoyed it!

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theeoccultkidd · 8 years ago

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SOUL SEARCHING pt1

I find myself having these really strange dreams latelt. It’s as real as I am now, typing these words onto this post. I’m a 22 year old oracle wiccan empathic psychic tarot card reader. Yeah that’s a mouthful.. I prefer the nickname Ali over all. I live in a small city called lancaster located in California. I currently live with my extremely gay uncles, my deceased mothers best friend (who’s also like my mom) my grandfather who suffers from brain atrophy but hasn’t really been deteriorating lately, my dead great grandmother and my always stuck to me deceased mother (because her and I are split souls), our three cats and two dogs, well more like one moose dog and a potbellied of pig. As of these last few days, two of them I had slept for 13 hours exactly on both.

And I can’t begin to tell you what it was like… but I’m going to…. This is the first episode, but first a little side note of info to not confuse anyone. Recently, the past few weeks I’ve become increasingly attached to a particular person who messaged me first. I’ll say his name but I like to use aliases instead. So I’m going to call him Talos. A Finnish man who resides in Australia. For the last few weeks I’ve become really close to this young man and have even video chatted with him for a few hours. Of course, ironically I was the individual that initiated the breaking of the sexual bubble. Ever since then this feeling has become increasingly strong. More and more every day and it’s very fluent after the second dream I had experienced.. I have never physically met this man but I know his touch. His emotions, his tastes and how he smells even. I can feel him when he thinks about me, and feel him touch me every now and then and not always sexually. It’s comforting because I don’t have trouble falling asleep anymore… I have never spoken the three words of ultimate affection either so it’s crazy insane to me. The best part however, is the moment I told him, he already knew. He knew what I was going through and he and my best friend both told me that I Astral travelled to either a possible future time frame or alternative reality because of what my soul desired. My best friend told me that the feelings I’m experiencing are that similar to a soul paring or bonding… so it’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Thus far

And so the only detail noted is that I really really fucking like this man in every way possible. I know he knows this and it’s the greatest feeling. I’m still fucking around being a dumb as succubus in the meantime until I get to meet him face to face… so without any further wait, here’s the alternate time I had traversed to…

Day one with you:

I had fallen asleep in my bed at around 6 am. The room completely dark and the moment I went into the first stasis of my coma, I awoke in my bed in my house at 4:30 in the morning. I lazily hit the snooze on my phone and sat up to turn my mini fan off. Yawned and turned to hang my feet off the side of the bed before placing them on cold carpet. My bedspread was a dark blue with really crazy symbols and little repetitive witchy crystal patterns all over it. I unplug my phone and walk straight from where I stood next to the bed, exited or the bedroom door, took a left and then a quick right and I was in my bathroom. Turned on Dance gavin dance of course. Walked up to the double sinks, my side at least. The bathroom was nice sized. A jacuzzi tub and shower. The tile was creme colored and the theme of the bathroom was crazy blue and reals with and elaborate octopi and little viking ship as soap holders. The counter was quartz, aquatic blue, and there was a little fighting fish on top of the shelf next to the face towels. He was bright maroon and his name was tippy. I reached under the sink to get my new bottle of Neutrogena face wash, grabbed my face brush and turned on the hot water, wet my face and put the face wash on the brush and began to scrub in circular motions. Turned the water to cold, wasted water, felt my face begin to tingle and feel cool, and then rinsed with cold water to close my pores. Grabbed a face towel and patted my face dry. I looked at myself. I was filled out more, dark red hair again, nose ring that was clear acrylic, and turquoise 1" plugs. Same blue eyes, same height. Teeth were being brushed. Noticed that my front teeth had been replaced and had implants. I blame the lemons. Rinsed, used scope zero mouthwash. Rinsed the sink and walked out took a right, walked to the back door, my towel still around my neck like I took a shower since my hair was damp. Boy it’s nice to see it finally long. I step onto a wooden deck, medium sized, oak ? I step down and continue to walk along the side the decent sized house, to get to a barn. Sheep. Pigs. cows. Ducks. And Talos. Leaning over barn wood. Under a aluminum or tin awning. Feeding ducks. It’s starting to slightly mist, the clouds having a slight break while the sun peeks through them to show a dazzling glitter storm of greens and pinks, simmering everywhere. I could smell ocean and dessert mixed with the smell of petrichore. The sun rose on the back side of the house, sets in the front. The barn being in the south. I can’t define a more beautiful picture until Talos was beside me picking me up and swinging me about in the morning mist, kicking up the grey pink desert below us. Making me giggle as he nuzzled the crook of my neck, arms strongly hugging around my ribs. He kissed me instead of nuzzling and came up to my jaw before looking me in the face with the most devilish grin I’d have ever seen on a man. Then he kissed me and I felt this sensation that dropped past my gut. It got worse as he worked his tongue into my mouth and then I found myself panting after we stopped to catch air. His face was so full of life, there was a boyish hunger and innocence to his eyes and I knew that I was to turn and had to the bedroom. He was right on my heels I get up the steps, open the back door, go straight and take the right, into the pastel turquoise colored room with crown white finish, and I run and jump on the bed. Hear the door slam shut and turn around just in time to see him rush the bed and jump on top of me. Flat on my back in staying up at him, his hair falling down past his face. He had a grey tank top on that I got him that said training to be in saiyan.and black basket ball sorts. I hadn’t noticed I was holding my breath while I stared into the most gorgeous blue eyes id have ever seen. I could see my reflection in the ball bearings of his bridge piercing and then his face went from serious to that grin again as he began to tickle me and wrestle about. I couldn’t stop laughing and he kept saying some of the funniest shit I’ve ever heard. I was crying from laughing so hard before he pinned me with a bear hug and in an instant he was laying on top of me, both of us laughing until he just lay there, allowing me to free my arms to pay with his hair and run my nails through. His head lay right on the top part of my exposed stomach and he began to moan because of how good it felt. That’s then I heard him drool and he quickly sipped it back up but it got on my stomach so he went to suck it up and then placed a kiss.. then another.. an another in random but slowly going down, getting wider kiss by kiss, reaching my hips, gently biting and kissing, while pulling my shorts down, and looking up at me the entire time, sending that feeling straight back down towards where he was going… (we obs had sex)

Afterwards, he laid his head on my chest and I softly traced circles on his arm and shoulder.. paying with his hair, and just feeling how warm and strong he was beside me. Idk what time he had left the bed to tend to the animals this morning, but he was sound asleep now and I was just about ready to take a longer snooze.

*Here’s what’s also wierd. I had a moment of intermission where I started to drift into sleep with Talos, and I was woken up by my mom’s best friend at my uncles here. I got a bottle of water and waddled back to bed and passed out, woke up in bed with Talos again around 8:45ish..*

That’s the first part so please tell me am I fucking crazy because I remember every fucking detail. .? And I will continue to write what else happened but I just wish to know if I should include graphic details and such… I don’t know this entire thing is crazy.. buuuuuut

Aren’t all the best people crazy?

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chrystalyxpoetryportal · 8 years ago

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Star Trek Voyager 3(C) The Tyrokans

The transition between becoming Borg and the Mind Being Numb, Controlled, and then turned back “on...”

Being “One with his own thoughts,” well, that was hell.

Months of flashbacks of being assimilated. The anger from the emptiness of becoming separated from the collective was all to hectic. Doctors sedating and then reprogramming my Nero-implants to bare the stresses of dealing with Human logic and Machines doing the thinking, for you, was bad enough.

The transition became much more rough due to the deep Chemical Bond forged between me and Darren tal.

The mind becomes sick from the loneliness. However, the bond of Ala' Vora made seizures, vomiting, and Total chemical chaos ,of the Human physiology, much worse.

I was like a child learning how to walk, talk, and learn However, the portion of me being made of computer technology made the learning portion of my dilemma as easy as uploading information.

The physical integration of Human walking, eating, emotions...This portion of my recovery was much more complicated.

The sun always looked like a tiny Christmas decoration as it's light shone through the thick transparent aluminum windows of Voyager 3.

In the Mess Hall, Victor Ganternoff, an ensign for security, had a love for cooking. He was quite the gifted chef. Outside the computer's replicator.

I always enjoyed his French toast. Now that my Human taste buds were able to taste, once more, I was looking forward to my Dinner/Breakfast.

“Hey Captain Bullock. The Usual?: Victor had this smile that seemed to allure all of the female staff aboard my star ship. He was so excited. After exiting the academy studying Security and Minoring in Engineering, I needed his versatility aboard this new and seemingly unbroken-in machine.

Compared to my Borg eye implants, and viable Borg flashing implants on my body, he put me to shame. Victor was a true ladies' man.

?I'm glad you made it aboard, uh, vic?” I smiled as my half-electronic sounding voice-box tried to sound out my emotion.

“You look very well, sir. A lot better than at the briefing of your rank being announced. Wow. What it must have been like. Being a machine...Then back to Human?”

“Betazed...I'm Half Betazed. I was bread from a father who was Betazed and a mother who was Human. Back in my originating century, doctor's just simply thought I was of high Intelligence. Even then, telepathy was only an absurd notion in medical sciences. Little though being of alien descent.”

My vocal processor was unique. Working with the Cortical Implants that once belonged to the Queen of Borg, originally, I was literally a walking Karaoke Jukebox. I could disguise my voice to any voice I have heard.

I was the Royal Medic Drone, Security Detail For The Queen as she regenerated, and a walking transport and assimilation center drone.

I was as close to the queen as Seven of Nine. I had a direct link to her own Nero-net. Outside of the records I read from the ship's log concerning the drone “one” born on Voyager, I was the second most advanced computer-humanoid life form in starfleet.

My computer implants could store the entire ships computer contents within a few nano-seconds. I was a walking database, Defense system, and emergency medical staff all wrapped in one body.

It's still feeling like a few weeks ago when I was captured from the Pheonix iii, assimilated, and assigned to protect and repair any damage the queen had sustained.

I could blow a hole in the side of a star ship as big as a “galaxy class” as big as three decks tall and two and a half decks wide. I was deadly, but , perfect for the “Drix” project.

Darren was doing much better the last few months. Since her revival from life support and having to relearn six months of coma life, Darren Tal was almost better than she had been before.

She felt safer with the new me. Not freaked out. She never looked at me, well, like a “freak.”

She might be connected to me biologically, however, she still could have fainted, cried, ran, or who was in denial of who I truly was.

A lot of the Starfleet staff did have a similar reaction. Some hated me. Despite the fact that I was programmed to kill, assimilate, and defend one of the most infamous leaders of a bionic race that took every civilization as it's own possession.

They never knew her like I did. She truly believed that she was bettering the worlds around here.

She had a passionate smile and a unique personality. When I snapped out of the Hive Mind, even for parts of a brief hour, I noticed her honesty and passion.

I was truly in awe of a Queen of billions of drones from the connection that was only her brain. Amazing.

Victor whipped up four pieces toast, whipped cream, chocolate chips sprinkled with powdered sugar on top. Sausage patties and O.J. “Exquisite.” I smiled as my ocular implant messaged out the ingredients and names of the foods I was to ingest.

“You know, Vic, I feel like an Old Wikipedia Terminal.: Laughing..

“What is Wikipedia?” Victor asked in question of my last remark.

“It was an old 21st century Earth Encyclopedia Network run and operated by it's users.”

“Interesting...You really are hundreds of years old?! Wow, sir, you still look only 37 with the implants.” - My emotions sensor could detail his honesty with the compliment. Victor was one of my most honest and loyal crewman. Outside of the famous data. He was still as functional as when aboard the Enterprise F. Except, he too, was fitted with built in weapons and skin that appeared to be so real – he was the tin man who became a real man.

“Thanks, Vic. Be on the bridge in 4 hours. I want you at one of the helms. Along side data, my wife, and My Second in Command, Harry Kim.”

I patted Victor on the back as I slid past some engineer managers and through the Dining Room doors.

Star Trek Voyager 3 – A Sweet Start

Posted on March 27, 2016 by kevinmkappler

It has been 10 years since I was once a mindless Borg Drone in a Vast Expanse of the Collective. I still have trouble waking in a standing position. Alike a horse in his stall. My Alcove reminds me of a vampire’s coffin standing upright. Outside of the Coffin lid, I’m in one. Every time I open my eyes I have to see computerized readouts and sensor readings in my head. I see those irritating blinking green lights underneath my Human flesh and realize that I am no longer, nor will ever be, full Human. “Regeneration Cycle Complete. 8 Hours….24 Minutes Regeneration Hours Logged.” That darn Voyager 3 computer might as well announce when I defecate. I understand it’s the computer’s job to monitor my Borg and Human life-cycles in order for me to stay as healthy as I can for my crew. “Xander Talias Bullock to the Sick Bay, Please…” Dr. Davinchi , a holographic life form had just announced my need for my morning implant checkup as I was putting on my Star-fleet Mandated Captain’s Uniform…making sure to keep my look nothing under, “Perfectionist.” I had an example to set for the 150 crew members I command……. That I care for, like family. My captain’s quarters were fitted with an Alcove of my own. The bed next to my hideous machine was my wife’s, Darren Tals’. Above my desk was a picture of the late Captain Katherine Janeway. One of my Star-fleet Heroines. Her personality was sublime. Her diplomatic skills were above only my own. I was to be awarded the “Diplomatic Medal of excellence” at the Anniversary of the original Voyager’s return to Earth. Checking my left hands Borg computer display, “Laser Weapons on Standby…Systems at 100%... Ready for Input.” I still feel like a living Video Game Android when I have to tweak my implants. A necessity. One reading off, Bam! Either my built in Phazers will fire accidentally or my shielding energy systems would mistake another crewman of being an enemy threat and shock them to dust. I consider myself a “Terminator,” but with a soul. Back before my time-jump to 4466 from 2017, I would have never conceived of becoming a “living Machine.” I thank the Borg Queen for that. She was a sexy machine. Brilliant…too eccentric, but so beautiful a creature. Even if “Making the whole living galaxy like us, ‘a collective of planets,” was her unchangeable goal. My best friend and now “half-sister” Seven of Nine I had to thank for being Liberated from the Collective Mind and having millions of other drones linked inside of my mind. I was alone in my mind, once more. The implants not only made my Human strength 150 times a normal Super-Bodybuilder, they warded off any disease through the Nano probes detecting viruses and blasting them dead at a micro cellular level. I have a computer inside of my head, “A Cortical Implant” that raises my original Intellect from 220 to well above an unimagined 650. I can store the who ship’s memory in my mind and still have gig quads more space left for entire planet databases. Just inside this tiny microprocessor/life support machine inside my skull 149 of the crew that served with me on the Phenix died after Seven of Nine and the Doc tried to detach the more advanced Borg 2 generation implants from their Human and Alien bodies. I still feel horrid and hyped anger towards the loss of some of the greatest people I’ve ever had the pleasure not just to serve aboard a starship with, but, to have an extended family. As we toured for 15 years together. I’ve been with Star-fleet for 25 years. 15 years… I studied…I trained…. I fought in Hand to Hand battles with the fiercest of foes trying to steal our ship and its technology. As a drone, I was one of the Queen’s personal bodyguards and medical chief to the other medical attendants in the main royal collective station in the Delta section of Space. I processed orders to terminate drones, strip them of their living machine implants, and to make sure the queens own robotic fitting chamber was at peak operation. I used merely my Borg Beacon implanted in my lower cranium to instruct thousands of drones to do my medical and security bidding at a nano-second’s notice. All the information that I had stored in my Cortical Implant as a Medical/Security Commander Drone was still intact. I’ve processed thousands of different types of Worlds and their inhabitants. Their physiology. Their history. Assimilating techniques fitted for each and every individual life form. I was originally fitted with medical laser scalpels, high powered built in phasor array weapons throughout my old exoskeleton, and I had the Night-Vision and X-Ray vision of that 100 times more advanced than any medical facility in the known galaxy. I, myself, sliced the queen’s head off when Seven of Nine managed to help my mind regain its independence. Just long enough to silence her and the plot for one species to enslave the worlds. Even through the dismantling of the extra Borg equipment, Seven of Nine seemed to care for me and oversee the “assembly line” treatment of all 150 Phoenix Crew assimilated after our liberation. After my scars from the removal of the Borg implants healed, I had to have multiple cosmetic alterations made, surgically, in order to look at my peak. Well, a more Handsome looking Human, anyway. I was brought back to Star-fleet headquarters and tested for competency. Side effects of trauma caused by the pains of being assimilated and then de-assimilated. I was in fact still 55% Borg. The Star-fleet Headquarters had to make sure that my thoughts not only remained “my own,” but, I think within normal Star-fleet Official Military Perimeters. Not only did I recover, quickly, I recovered faster than most who went through what Seven of Nine and I had gone through. Impressed, Starfleet uploaded instructions and files concerning being placed at a Captain’s level of a Starship to enable me to start work on Voyager 3 as soon as it was finished being constructed. She was a massive ship. She might look like her sister ships Voyager One and Voyager 2, however, she out-gunned and out maneuvered both of these ships put together. She was a little bit bigger than most Intrepid class ships. In fact, she had enough spaces, quarters, and computer power of her bigger related vessel…the Galaxy Class. The Voyager 3 was a Medical Defense ship. We were to have a crew of a mere 100-150. (Due to the computers running the massive vessel which could house and comfortably accommodate 1,000 individuals). She has 4 engines. Outside the front and portions of the side portions of her bow appearing to look like Voyager, she had two engines on the side and two trans warp capable engines on the tips of the wings that extended past what the original Voyager held her two side mounted engines. Voyager 3 was deemed the “B47/Concord Supersonic Starship Jet of 4483.” I was to be awarded as she was being sent on her maiden voyage. To seek out worlds in the Delta section of space who needed, but requested, medical supplies, help, and defense from local invading planets. The sickbay was unusually quiet for the night before a launch of a starship. Intro Captain Xander Talias Bullock here. I've been serving with The United Federation of Planets for over 35 years. I am Human, by birth, however assimilated by the Borg Collective ten years ago. As I was on duty as Chief Security Officer aboard the U.S.S Phoenix II. The Phoenix was a research vessel with a Trans warp Prototype Warp Drive. Captain Tom Tucker and all 100 of the ships occupants were also Assimilated by the Collective. I was liberated 1 year later as Seven of Nine attempted a recovery mission of our missing crew members. Sadly, I was the only subject to survive a medical procedure to remove Borg Implants and restore our Original Physiology. 55% of the Borg Implants were removed. Alike Seven of Nine, I am almost Half Borg. I was born in an earlier time, as well. A time travel vessel (the U.S.S Chrystaline) was successfully completed and deployed to a target time on Earth; 2017 A.D. I was randomly picked to be transferred to the future in a science experiment to see how the time line would hold after removing 12 subjects from 4 different eras back in time, and from 4 different Planetoid Cultures. 1816,1916,2016, and 2216, from Earth, Cronos, Vulcan, and Delphi 6 were the Time and planetary targets. The experiment was a success. All of us test subjects were trained, at Star-fleet Academy, according to our mental, physical, and telepathic abilities. I was discovered to have above average Human Intellect at a score of 220 and a Telekinetic Ability to communicate through other Humanoid minds and "push" them to do what I had instructed through my mind. I was found to have terrific diplomatic skills. So naturally, Security and Engineering were my education agendas at the Academy. Now I command the Voyager 3. One of two prototypes constructed after the original Voyager's destruction 35 years ago. We travel through the Delta Quadrant and provide protection, education, and medical aid to those Planets in need of my services. .. Darren Tal looked beautiful in her long,black, Paris French Dress. Her long black hair curly and shiny. We were attending the Launch of my ship, "The Voyager Three." I was seated in the captain's chair in the center of the bridge right by the tactical and security posts. Tal wished to fill the position of "Chief Engineer." Her application was denied due to our spousal status and so she was allowed to act as ship's counselor. She was a kind heart. Bold. Brave. Perfect for the job. My pilot was Zen Dyak. A Vulcan who majored in starship design and creative engineering. He had quick reflexes and a brilliant and colorful mind. He had , like most Vulcan's, little to no emotions. However, he did show them, more than others of his species, from time to time. So I chose him. Bridget Darvey was from Scotland. She had twelve years of experience of weaponry and tactics aboard a galaxy class ship "The U.S.S Defiant 2." She was getting used to an Intrepid/Galaxy Class Mix with Borg Technology implants. (Due to my experience with the Borg, by being Borg, I had the technology replicated and installed). Steven Flikas was my Head of Security. Ironically, Harry Kim (an old crewman of voyager 1, seasoned but still able for his post on a star-ship had stepped up for position as my commander. 2nd in command. He was perfect). We were lucky enough to even get Data. From the Enterprise-D. We were quite grateful and honored to have such a famous and gifted Chief engineer and Tactics Official. He, too, stepped up for a ride on this newer breed of Star-fleet vessel. The crowd was heavy and quite large at the launching of Voyager 3's Ceremony. Tal was Standing Beside me in her New Command Uniform, holding onto my hand as she was never to let it go again. It was a new journey in a new ship. Policing areas in space. Trying to find a Terrorist Group calling themselves, “The Drix.” Since data was a living machine. A non-organic life-form, myself a half breed of sorts, and the Doctor, Picasso, a Holographic Life-form were threats to the drix... As they have the means and some twisted reason for wiping us all out. “Word has it, that the Drix are great Camouflagers. They know how to hide in the dark, in plain view, and are so cunning – one might think that one of us could be one of the members of this terrorist group. Aiming to wipe out all living non-biological life forms. Being from many different species of Humanoids, the Drix have no boundaries. Ex-star-fleet officers, Klingons, and even Vulcans have joined this brutal Cause. Anyone who hates the Borg, well, the word has it, The Borg is even Intimidated.” - Data explained the character of our enemies as the ships systems were turned on and my check-list for pre-warp take off was initiated. Pressing a touch screen on a panel fitted on a wrap around arm on my chair, I started my preflight announcement. “Attention. Crew of the Voyager 3. I am proud to be acting as your Official Captain, Xander Talius Bullock. All systems are go for launch and I advise all of you to take your stations as we prepare to leave the docking port. I am honored to have you as my crew and family. As you know, this mission shall be a long and treacherous one. We shall start our way to the Delta Quadrant, Shortly. As soon as word is given, our Slip Stream Drive and Trans-warp Drives shall be placed in operation.. Making our trip a quick and feisty one. All systems have been rechecked and tested by Star-fleet, so, we have a Green Light. As soon as we reach the Delta Quadrant, I shall then make another announcement for all senior officers to meet in my planning room for more details on how mission “Fox-Hunt” shall be completed. Thank you and enjoy your journey's start.” “Helmsman, ladies, take us out...” The beeps and clicks of their touch screens could be heard as the pilots tapped at their helm controls and engaged our impulse drives long enough to get us 50 feet away from Starbase 1. Just over Earth and Orbiting the most beloved home I had ever known. Tal was not born of this planet and she worried, long before we had accepted this mission, if we'd see her newly found and loved lands, ever again. The comforting sensations of our “Shared Heart” body signals kept her at ease. As we shared a unique commitment even beyond what marriage was even considered to be. We both loved it. As we were physically and mentally one with one another. We we two parts equaling one. Seeing her eyes in my mind's eye helped me get through even the longest of moments where I could not be holding her, tight, by my side. Darren Tal never fully explained the origins of her home world. As far as Star base computers could explain, her and her family were crew-members and life residents about a generational ship. Running for over 400 years. Up until the first Voyager met up with them. Many of them, including my beloved Tal, wanted to be free of the confinement of the ship. As her related species were Xenophobic. The were afraid of any outsiders, whatsoever. Meeting my heroes Kate Janeway and Seven of Nine brought some of those fears to rest. In the late 1970's, just when I was originally born. Before the time travel experience of 2016, they had started their journey as a smaller exploratory vessel. I had mentioned to Tal how I believed that our two species could be related. She didn't doubt it. We just could find the evidence. That some of the Varron Natives were in fact mutations of other Human beings on Earth. Their generational ship was clearly not from the delta quadrant and another species, the Krol, were a reptilian race who were our cousins. It just fit. I had some features that were identical to Counselor Troy's of the Late enterprise D. A Betazoid. Scans revealed I had a brain structure just as advanced as her race. However, I was still a native to the planet Earth. “Stay strong, my love.” I heard Tal's brainwaves broadcast into my own subconscious speak. “Helm....Engineering....Stand by For Trans-warp Engine Startup and Engagement on my mark...” “Five....Four....Three....Two...Turn down Impulse Drives and Give me Trans-warp at Warp 8.9” “Engaged, sir.... “ Zem Dyak exclaimed. “Perfect.” Smiling, Commander Kim seemed to be in sync with me in expression of relief that this new technology didn't have some form of new and out of the box bugs to kink out. “How do systems look Data?” “All functions are at normal parameters, Captain.” “Bridget, How about weapons and shields?” “A little bit jumpy there, Mr. Bullock. But, she is humming like a hummingbird in Spring.” - She smiled as I enjoyed her Scottish whit and phrases. “Xander, we shall be in the Delta Quadrant within two hours.” - Harry Kim calculated due to the Trans-warp Engines taking over the regular warp drive.. Voyager three had four reactors. Very big and powerful liquid plasma trans-nerve connectors and synaptic fluid fuel particles being processed like a human brain. Amazing. The huge cylinder shaped canisters of “intelligent anti-matter-positive matter processing systems” reminded me of huge brains. In reason, the two were similar. The cores were “intelligent.” Sort of like Data. We had the first warp cores that were fully Automatic. They also are the first to “think” and “feel” also to “reason” just like Data's Transmatric Nero Network that made up his living machine. His mind. In fact, data had made the selection of creating the first Artificially Intelligent Power System ever constructed. Our computer had a male voice. Funny how times change. It was a middle aged, gentle, however bold sounding tone that made me think of my Sixth Grade Drama Teacher. Tony Farella. So, I nicknamed the Computer 'Tony.” The processes of my Borg implants needed regeneration in 12 hours. So I had to make sure all my duties were done and all reports were filed. So Tal and I could spend some much needed romantic alone time together and Seven of Nine, who ironically was part of the crew as my personal physical attendant (due to her own experiences with me in the past and my Borg Equipment Operation Skills) she could maintain my critical systems if the access nuclear fission in the core or any of my implants should malfunction. I had a few scares when my lasers fired off and wounded some security guards at the academy while I was training. We were studying self defense. Instead of boxing or a kick knocking an opponent down, I accidentally had a reflex where my laser defense system armed itself and injured two security. Along with cutting another instructor's hand off due to a panic attack. Once Seven of nine taught me how to control my laser implants through new programming techniques and new organic thought reflex exercises, I was declared “Fit to continue training” after six months of Seven tutoring me in the art of “Being Human” instead of “borg.” I seemed to learn and recover fast psychologically when it came to most experiences. Medical and or emotional. After being given two extra chances to relive my life...Before the time trip and after the Borg Assimilation and Integration to the Queen's Hive Mind. I concerned these more than miracles of chances that were being given unto me by Star-fleet. The individuals, as well. Who helped me regain my human and Machine traits. I would often talk at length about my upbringing with my wife, Tal, and our Twelve year old Daughter, Chrystal Anne. In all due logic, I was over 400 years old and I looked like I was still in my twenties. (If yo exclude the Borg Eye sensor covering my Left eye and the bionic portions of Borg Shielding glowing through my skin in green flickers of pulses. I'd laugh with Tal and my daughter after I'd joke about going back in time and walking through “da-Hood” (Ghetto) as a borg drone. “I'd be my own worst nightmare to all. No boy would step up to this scary son – of – a -bitch.” Tal gave me credit for surviving such a hard life before becoming a trans-time individual sought as a candidate for their “Time Era Adaptation and Reintegration Project.” Most of my memories were still coming back in spirits since my assimilation and becoming liberated from the collective. It was also the sickness from Olan'vora. Olan'vora was a Varro biochemical reaction. During and after mating, the epidermal skin illuminated. Psychological bonding increased with our exposure,to one another, stimulating the areas of the brain responsible for love. Allowed to advance, the olan'vora became permanent and Tal and I became biochemically linked. Separation thereafter was rare, however, up until this point the effects would diminish in a matter of months with decreased exposure. Withdrawal symptoms could be unpleasant. However, Tal and I were constantly together after we had met. Months before away missions due to training and serving as an ensine about the Phoenix ii. If we were to be apart for more than a month, we had to keep in visual and auditory contact within every five days. If we had to be physically separated for more than a month, hypo-sprays warded off the severe medical dilemmas of our Biochemical inter-linkage together. At times, Tal and I became so sick, I had to stay in sick bay for a week at a time in order for my chemical biological makeup to be regulated. Harry Kim became romantically involved with Derran Tal, a Varro female. She didn't believe it was possible for a Human to be affected by olan'vora. I disagreed, as well, with Tal. “I think we still originated from a similar species back on Earth. Whether primate or reptilian, like the Flox, we too are quite similar. (Outside of sex being a little bit more than just plan intercourse). When Tal and I made love, we would have foreplay, however, the chemicals in her saliva and Vagina walls were quite powerful. While I would penetrate her, her vaginal walls would swell and become tighter. Little fibers inside of her vagina would become stimulated and act like thousands of tiny needles. Prickling into my skin and then longer-yet into my veins. Her body would extract her secretions into my penis and through her hands as she touched my body. Injecting hormones alike when a man ejaculates. Stimulating me even deeper. The injecting nodes, or 'hair fibers' were not painful. I could feel them for a second as itchy mosquito bites. Then, when her ejaculations began, she would secrete her chemicals into my body and deepen the euphoric and orgasmic state. Her receptors also removed some of my chemical markups and hormones into her own bloodstream. Slowly, but surely, making us “interconnected” as a single biological unit. Every time we had sex or even held each other. Our bodies worked together in fusing one another together. Her vagina would glow. After awhile so did my penis. Chemically, I started becoming more feminine and she, a tad masculine. It was fantastic. Her eyes would transmit signals that only my subconscious could comprehend. Our brain chemistry became one as well. Her tongue would also wrap around my uvula and exchange fluids, as well. It didn't choke me, rather, it made us even more aroused. Ass I started to have oral sex with Tal's Vagina, similar things happened as she orgasmed as I had orgasmed. My tongue would glow and so would her clitoris. Her vaginal fluids tasty quite sweet and were intoxicating like alcohol. Sex with a Varro Female was so intense, I'd love to die while pleasing the woman I loved. Even at first glance. When I bumped into Tal in History and Technology Class. Just one look into her brown eyes that first time and I could swear that we both knew we would be husband and wife. I knew that part of the Varro mating ritual was where the Female drew in her potential mate, whom she first became drawn too, through her invisible eye signals beamed to me from her own chemicals causing her brain to change light frequencies in her pupils. The smell her body put out while I was nearest to her drew me even closer. Her hormones smelt so good, sweet in fact. I was physically desiring her, but yearning for her like a hungry man who has not eaten a speck of food in weeks. I was quite hungry for Darren Tal's body. I really was looking at marrying an Asian lady by the name of Lilian Drang. A student studying for her engineering career. Lilian and I had been intimate for six months after I had started the academy. Until shortly after this, I met Tal. I couldn't look at Lilian any more. Even our emotional involvement becoming seriously tied together wasn't enough from Tal drawing me closer from Lilian. Lilian was quite hurt by my leaving her. I couldn't explain to her why. I just didn't know at the time. Somehow, I just needed Tal. The first few times I was sexually involved with Tal, was in my Dorm room that Lilian and I shared, together, as a serious couple. A few times when Lilian walked in, she had caught Tal and I making love. She could see that Translucent glow shining in the dark before Lilian turned the lights on to confront us, until she ran off traumatized. Leaving the door wide open behind her. I tried to apologize. At times Lilian accepted my apologies and told me if I never saw Tal again, we could still get married, as planned, within the next six months as we had planned. Her father, Dol, owned a freighter service for supplies being brought in to and from the academy. Every time I tried to stay away from Tal, I'd get physically and emotional sick. A few times, I ended up in the infirmary. Having hypo-sprays pumped into me, with no success. I was drawn back to Tal without even a word being said. Two months later, Tal and I were married instead. The birth of our Daughter came next. The Varro Female went through labor for days before the offspring would be born. Even then, our hands must be touched , and my presence be assured if the two were to survive the birthing process. If I hadn't been there, for any reason, both Tal and our Daughter , Chrystal, would have died during birth. Holding Tal's hand as she pushed and pushed our child out into her living world, I could note becoming entranced and our thoughts being melded into one. Our daughter's subconscious mind was with us as well. “Hello Father, Hello Mother.” - Her voice echoed through our united consciousness. “we are now three... a life forever meant to be... one and forever...Our shared Hearts. Now we have a united family.” Both of us started to glow with green translucent colors as our baby daughter cried for the first time. A bright light passed, into and out from our conscious unity ,before we had reclaimed our conscious moments apart from the mind meld. Full of sweat, me and Tal smiled and hugged each other. I picked the baby girl out of the doctor's hands and held her to me. Her little smile was just lke her mom's. She had my eyes. Chrystal Blue. “Chrystal...” we both said in unison as we came up with the name , together. “Anne” was Tal's idea. From that old movie I played for Tal from my childhood, “Annie.” It just fit. So, Chrystal Anne Bullock was born at 2:00pm on a Friday evening. As my attention ran back to the present, our ship was in Trans-warp. The flickering energy waves on the main display screen appeared psychedelic as we were speeding closer and closer to the Delta Quadrant. "We shall reach the Delta Quadrant in 30 minutes present speed" Data announced. "Good. My first order as your Captain, a relaxing break in the mess-hall for an hour, then a board meeting covering scans to be performed for any DRIX Activity in our entry point of this area, and a mapping of all current Drix Locations as transmitted to the computers by Star-fleet." - I smiled after feeling "overwhelmingly Important" as I sat in the center chair. I tried not to show too much ego, however, it is natural for someone in my position to display some sort of gloat. Tal was rapidly getting more and more healthier, since our kiss of “Hello.” She was moved to a general Medical room in Star-fleet's medical center.. I came to visit her 4 hours every day. After my training on operations of the systems aboard Voyager 3. Which was docked at Star-dock Alpha-One. She was a beautiful ship. I had six chairs of unique leather fitting ,for me, and the five officials to be stationed along side of me. Two helmsmen stations , two tactical and weapons stations, two communications centers, and two medical/engineering/science centers. All-in-all, we had a huge bridge. A lot more automated than the other vessels that I was stationed on. The bridge was more comfortable to sit and navigate with than the Enterprise d. It was so simple to operate, that as long as you were captain, one could operate the whole ship by himself. I needed my engineers and science officers, to help make repairs and also calculate star charts and time variables. We have two physicians. The Chief Physician was the old Doctor EMH Hologram turned “Holographic Life form,”as he became self-aware aboard the original Voyager. Since my Borg implants and technology were the most compatible with the newest of technology aboard Voyager three, I was needed to train additional crew members on how the Trans-warp arrays, Borg tactical weapons arrays, and Klingon Cloaking Arrays worked. My brain was filled with every detail file on the newest of star-fleet prototypes. I was a walking encyclopedia on anything Star-fleet. Since my Borg cortical implant was stronger than any other Borg, I had more memory and quicker assimilation qualities of information than any being aboard this new vessel. People could learn from me. My telepathic abilities aided me in communicating with any crew member lost without a com badge. I was equal to the Betzoids and Vulcans in their telepathic abilities. Added the fact that I could transmit a vocal message into anyone's mind and actually sense their response. Even if they were millions of miles apart from me. Each time I sat in the Center chair, in the Captain's command row of Voyager Three, I felt a strong emotion of pride and power as I looked to the front of me at the Central View Screen. “Tal would love sitting beside me at the moment we had to fight off an attack. She could see her husband in action.” - I'd often talk to my wife about pushing her weight aboard Voyager 3. As ship's counselor. And starfleet agreed. Tal was good with others. A soothing personality and soul. That special trait that brought us together shall keep the crew on this ship comforted and felt cared for. The Experiment that brought me into the 24th century was brought on by Star Fleet. Individuals who were destined for an eternal end with no offspring were chosen to participate. I, was one of those subjects chosen. It was 2017. December. The cold Chicago morning brought shivers up my spine. I had finished a recording session for a new album I was worked on, “Cold Dust..” which I was certain would be a techno dance hit. It was 12:00am. I was so tired, that I could barely get to my 2017 Freight-liner Rv. As I unlocked and opened the front driver's side door, a bright purple light lit up from above and harsh winds started to form all around the studio building and the RV. Looking up, it appeared to be a weird looking aircraft. A small shuttle, but without the jet engine sound. It was quite silent and interesting in shape. It looked like a small fighter space plane from battlestar Galactica. (One of my favorite space series). Avoiding a collision of it and myself, I jumped into my truck, quicky started the engine and skidded away. For a moment, I thought I had lost the medium sized craft. “Good, no where in….” before I could finish my sentence, a bright light illuminated all around me and my truck and slowly we disappeared and ended up in the shuttle craft ,itself. It was the size of three cargo jets. Mostly touch screens and fancy displays that, I, myself had never seen before. A young lady, along with what appeared to be two larger male security guards, appeared before me sitting in my vehicle up in the cargo bay area of the ship. The two Security guards were holding two weird looking rifles and my heart beat harshly quick and quite hard from all the excitement. I fainted. 12 hours later, as I awoke feeling as if I were tranquilized like a horse, I noticed a weird circular scanner sliding towards the middle of my body from the sides of the bed that I was lying on. “Awake, I see. “ - a Blondie haired Doctor who looked around 35 walked towards my bio-bed and started tapping on the touch screen portions of the bed's holoscreens. “Welcome to the year 2350. You have been chosen for a top secret reintegration and behavioral testing program that we liked to code, 'Project Retouch.'” - the gentleman had a soothing smile and a calm sense to his demeanor. However, the idea of being in another time seemed too far fetched for me to believe. “No way, sir. As advanced as all your equipment is, I believe you are government F.e.m.a. agents trying to expose to a new sort of interrogation technique to.”

I then sensed the man's thoughts and realized that we were,in fact, in the early part of the year of 2350. “How did you get to Earth, how do you know English, and I did have a feeling that time travel was possible…"What part of the government are you with...” shortly after stating my reaction, the doctor's thoughts were picked up by my psi talents, “He shall adapt quite well being that he is quite intelligent. Star-fleet training it is.” I heard his thoughts, as I thought the doctor hadn't noticed. Tapping his recommendations on his small touch pad chart computer.

“ahh, a telepath. I see. I had underestimated you having the ability. Most humans lack the proper usage of their whole brain in order to even understand how to even go about using that sort of mental talent.”

Outside of appearing completely human, he had pointed ears and weird shaped eyebrows.

“I am Vulcan. Dr. Zen is my name. Chinne Zen.” - we shook hands, however, after shaking hands – the doctor injected me with some sort of tranquilizer so I could sleep during the ride back to our secret base on the planet Zenox 5.

The memories of my integration into this new time period, the advanced technology of this era, and the different beings I had encountered over the last 35 years still remain fresh in my mind, to this day.

I found out through the Planet's database (later that year) that I was part Betazed and part human. I had one other alien race in me. Varro. A coincidence, yes, but not surprising. I always had a feeling that some Human beings were far fro what they had appeared to be and assumed that a lot of Humans , that I thought were weird, turned out to be inhabitants from another part of the galaxy. I was proved right, yet again, in assumption.

Tal had explained to me that the Generational ship that she had lived on, started it's journey during the early 1970's. In 1973 portions of the ship broke off. They had twelve living pods at the time and three pods fell to Earth and crash landed on the Northern portion of the globe. Part in the Americas and parts of Asia.

She figured the news out while she was Engineer and scientist aboard their ship as she plotted with countless other Varro sisters and brothers to break away from the solitary existence that their Xenophobic relatives forced them into.

Figuring out that the pods could work independently after technical modifications were made shortly after the emergency separations of 1973 and 2012, her idea for the synthetic virus could ensure their escape from solitude 12 fold.

After flying her pod to a nearby Star-base Space Station about 25 light years from where their ship had broken off into pieces and the original Voyager had left their potion, Tal asked around and found some computer information from a Ferengi that proved accurate to where their race had come from.

Some were, in fact , from Earth. They had fixed their pod's warp engines and flew to different parts of the galaxy.

Some were explorers who merely were products of intimidating aliens that had just steered clear of other species and continued to find other portions of the galaxy to inhabit and go to.

She explained that a planet name Varrion 5 became too congested to live on and that the politics of the era were corrupt and unjust. So a group of scientists and scavengers but the soon to be generational ship from spacecrafts,parts salvaged from their homes, and parts purchased and or salvaged from items acquired from space stations and other jobs they came across, were built into the ship of exploration and community.

I understood why she felt so trapped upon the generational ship. Avoid everyone all the time meant lonely hours and limited cultures from which to learn new facts from.

Being told where to go and how to get there is “slave's life,” I had agreed.

I explained to her , that we were not too much different in lifestyles (while she was aboard the generational ship) whee I was living back in the 21st Century. When money was still in use and government power was still in it's Childhood phase. (Before Star-fleet was created and money was too much of a burden to carry, anymore before the system abolished the use of paper and coin currency).

Before the invention of Dr. Cochran's. The Warp engine. We were grounded, Cuffed to our planet, and unaware of other life forms. Until “First Contact” of 2135. (I told her that was a guesstimate as I was so bored in history class at the academy). I learned much better, hand's on, before I was assimilated into the Borg Collective. Now, I could just scan books, computer terminals, and use my assimilation tubules and suck the information out of a person, item, or computerized mechanism and just learn.

Smiling, I'd kiss her neck gently and whisper, “That's how glad we got to know each ether's bodies and spirits 'hands on.”

Darren Tal would giggle and her face would become all flush.

I reached the turbo shaft number one. As the doors went to slide closed, Darren Tal rushed to join me on the bridge.

“Hello My Love......Have a sweet breakfast break?” - the sparkle in her eyes never ceased to amaze me. It was breath taking.

“Victor Made the most amazing French Toast, for me, this evening. I figured, 'we are scanning the start of the Delta Quadrant for Signs of Drix Terrorist Attacks. I have to be fueled and ready.” - smiling, Tal kissed me deeply and we held hands, not just as Captain and Ship's Counselor, but as Husband and wife.

I was so grateful to have my life back, again.

This time, to honor those fallen and those who risked their lives to get me to where I am at, today, I'll destroy every last participant in the Drix Movement.

Even if this Voyager seems to get stuck, lost, in yet another part of the galaxy.

The bridge was quite busy. Harry Kim at his chair, instructing Data where he wished to take our ship first. Then to call Victor to the Bridge. Data was already at his post, efficient as ever.

The Borg Mind Released.

Posted on December 1, 2015 by kevinmkappler

Here is the start of Star Trek Fan-Fiction, that I am writing, as a spin-off to the original “Voyager.”

Voyager 3, The Borg Mind Released- Pathway to Insanity

Captain Xander Talias Bullock here.

I’ve been serving with The United Federation of Planets for over 20 years.

I am Human, by birth, however assimilated by the Borg Collective ten years ago. As I was on duty as Chief Security Officer aboard the U.S.S Phoenix II. The Phoenix was a research vessel with a Trans warp Prototype Warp Drive.

Captain Tom Tucker and all 100 of the ships occupants were also Assimilated by the Collective. I was liberated 1 year later as Seven of Nine attempted a recovery mission of our missing crew members. Sadly, I was the only subject to survive a medical procedure to remove Borg Implants and restore our Original Physiology. 55% of the Borg Implants were removed. Alike Seven of Nine, I am almost Half Borg.

I was born in an earlier time, as well.

A time travel vessel (the U.S.S Chrystaline) was successfully completed and deployed to a target time on Earth; 2017 A.D. I was randomly picked to be transferred to the future in a science experiment to see how the time line would hold after removing 12 subjects from 4 different eras back in time, and from 4 different Planetoid Cultures.

1816,1916,2016,and 2216, from Earth, Chronos, Vulcan, and Delphi 6 were the Time and planetary targets. The experiment was a success. All of us test subjects were trained, at Starfleet Academy, according to our mental , physical, and telepathic abilities.

I was discovered to have above average Human Intellect at a score of 220 and a Telekinetic Ability to communicate through other Humanoid minds and “push” them to do what I had instructed through my mind.

I was found to have terrific diplomatic skills. So naturally, Security and Engineering were my education agendas at the Academy.

Now I command the Voyager 3. One of two prototypes constructed after the original Voyager’s destruction 35 years ago.

We travel through the Delta Quadrant and provide protection,education, and medical aid to those Planets in need of our services.

Throughout the Galaxy, species are being destroyed. Through the aid of an Anti-Borg/Cyber-organism Society naming themselves the “Drix.”

The Drix are secretly spread out in locations throughout all quadrants of all Known Galaxies.

Weapons, which are made up of a computer virus,nano-probes, and a biological virus, are being deployed through launched photon torpedoes,probes, food supplies, mutated Borg assimilated technologies,sent communication signals, and stolen Federation Technologies.

Such tech was already infected with both a virus weapon, nano-probe devastation measure, infected biological agents, and hidden program codes.

A weapon was designed to infect cyber-organisms, alien life forms ( which are Holographic life entities), or Borg Forces with a triple function biological, mechanical, and tissue mutation virus.Nana-probes were programmed to destroy hardware and living tissues from within the body. Finally chemical Mutagens were placed in adjunct to create the ultimate killing machine.

A super-deadly weapon that causes organs (inside the invaders biological systems) and The Mechanical Computer/Program/Life support/Internal Operating System Centers in Biotech Organisms to mutate.

The Mutagens, which are Contained in strands of these coded viruses, Destructive Nana probes,and chemical agents; within each weapon, such a weapon targets both biological DNA and computer hardware Systems (in cybernetic life forms).

This weapon forces changes, to both the Biological DNA Structuring and The Mechanic Hardware Portions of a Cybernetic Alien’s Physiology. Life Support Systems, Programs, and Physical Memory Systems are attacked..Until all components are permanently shut down and damaged.

Internal organs mutate, from within DNA Strands inside of every organ. Until all organs shut down ,die,and become useless, the virus keeps replicating and attacking from within the Alien’s body.

All hardware ceases to function,permanently. Due to the nano probes attacking all working machinery. When the computer virus erases all hardware programming codes , and the results are death, only then will the weapon finish its function.

The Drix do try and overthrow Planetary Systems, which had already been populated with Borg, and Cybernetic Life forms. Fear , confusion, and effects on the beings not targeted by the Drix, are ridden with health and telepathic mind psychosis plagues, as a side effect of a poorly planned war of hate war weapon. Such threatens all United Federation of Planets inhabitants. Measures have been taken to reprograms all Planetary Computers to become autonomous guardians. Monitoring activity of all Drix colonies they seek out,locate, and monitor. Through Probes, Federation Star ships, and Communications grids

My ship, Voyager 3, was designed to execute such a mission. We are one defense against a growing threat that threatens to endanger large races through a Hate Crime brought on by a past that should have been forgotten long ago.

Darren Tal had not seen me in over a year after the Borg infiltration. She was so certain I was lost as a drone that she became deathly sick. Due to her Varro Physiology, her and I were mated for life. I had just been released from the Starfleet Medical Facility and the only difference she’d see in my face is my left eye was a huge,flat and glowing red sensor and my hands were lined with assimilation tubules and display/laser output components.

My hair was the same. So was my smile. I was not full human, but, I was fascinated in my new function. I felt like Arnold Schwarzenegger in “Terminator.”

I was on my way back to our home, located in the personel housing complex on Shuttle Magnex, when the call came in over the loud speakers. “Darren Tal’s Health has Responded. Repeat, Darren Tal’s Health has Responded. Condition updated from Critical to Stable.”

I, too, felt quite a bit more healthier and energetic. In Darren’s culture, their mind’s could sense their mate from 100 miles away. As long as they were within planetary local.

Star Trek Voyager 3 – Part Three..reuinion.

Posted on February 1, 2016 by kevinmkappler

“Xander? IS that you?” Darren Tal was hooked to scanners, pumps, and a life support system awhile Xander was a Borg General Drone in the Borg Collective.

She had remained critical until Xander leaned over and kissed Darren on the Lips just like waking “Snow White” from her Coma Slumber.

Amazingly, Xander’s Memories flooded his Cortical implant. The pair glowed a brighter green than when Harry Kim from Voyager first met and dated Tal almost 25 years ago. She looked so beautiful and young. Even though she was in her late fifties.

Her age never showed. When Xander was entranced by Darren Tal’s beauty aboard the Phoenix ii, she appeared as if she were 23.

This time, they were both crew members and cleared for such an affair. I was the Chief Security detail at the time. That first kiss tasted like Honey and my body felt as if I was floating in the Heavens.

This kiss was no different. However, Tal was doomed to die since Xander and her were permanently bonded in the process of the Olan’vora.

“I remember , that in the collective, my implants would fail due to Tal and I being separated by force. The Borg queen had to install a special pump to keep my biological systems alive due to them trying to shut down after being away from Tal for only three months.

“I had no memories. I am thinking that our separation caused severe Brain Trauma and Tal’s kiss returned the missing chemicals back into my blood stream…through this beautiful reunion and sweet honey kiss.”

I turned to the doctors who were still quite cheerful about Tal regaining consciousness after a coma that lasted for almost two and a half years.

“Well, Two of Twenty-Nine. Do you remember how the Queen finally released her grasp do you?” – Seven of Nine also looked quite young for a Borg drone of 55.

I had sensed it was a trick question to get me to explain to Tal that I had murdered the queen of the Borg by slashing off her head with my built in Laser scalpels that had been installed in my arms.

Pulling a seat nearest to my Lovely wife, I asked how our twelve year old Daughter, Chrystal, was doing. If she had succeeded as a recording legend…She so wanted to become a legend. To honor me. After I was stripped from her almost three years ago and her mother flat-lined shortly after.

Chrystal stayed by her mother’s bedside..until she heard of my liberation. The scheduled return date to this moment- when Tal and I could be successfully reunited.

“Xander,dear, I don’t really know.” Tal’s sweet and soft laugh always made me grow more and more attached to her. The luminescent shine returned to us.

” Funny, how must a Borg Drone Looks all lit up like a Green Light Bulb.” I hugged my wife very closely to me. We held onto each other as if we had our life to depend on it.

“Your daughter did not become a musician. Rather, she succeeded you in returning to Starfleet Academy and became one of our youngest pupils.

“She is studying the Borg. She is on the Chapter covering your Mentor, Xander, Captain Kate Janeway.” – a familiar voice echoed from across the room. It was Harry kim.

“You look like hell, Xander. But, that’s what I have always liked about you. Your strength. How even through hell and back, you never stopped.” – Harry Stood nearest to the foot of Tal’s medical bed.

“Thanks, Harry for being such a great support. Xander, Harry looked after me after I had fallen sick from Olan’vora.

Smiling, i hugged Harry for protecting my dearest part of my life’s force. Next to serving to protect the Fleet….as I was briefed on the way over to Tal’s Critical Care Unit. I was briefed over the Voyager Three Multi-Tech craft. I was to be the Captain.

“Tal, even better news. You tell her Xander.” – Harry smiled as he pushed for me to start with the better news before answering Seven’s question Concerning the grip of the Borg, the Queen, and my life.

“Voyager is not the last in Line. Neither is two. I am the captain of the Voyager Three Multi-Alien Technology craft project. Against a rebel terrorist group calling themselves, the drix?” – I looked at Kim for a confirmation of the group’s name.

“yep. That’s it.” – Kim slapped his fists together, in a feisty and friendly manner as he did when he was in a cheerful mood.

“Voyager Three, honey, well, this is a lot to take in.” – Kissing her forehead.

“Tell me, what will she do?” – Tal laughed as she asked me for the details in a humorous and flirty way.

She can cloak like a Klingon Bird Of Prey. Fire while Cloaked. She can achieve Trans-warp flights while cloaked and armed like a Borg Cube, and She is the Biggest Ship, now, in the fleet. ”

“wow…. and my forever dearest is at the command of such a powerful ship?” – Tal kissed me delicately in pride as she was told that her husband would serve on the most advanced star-ship ever conceived by Starfleet.

“Two of Twenty Nine of Adjacent One. You Never Confirmed the Reasons of Why The Borg Queen allowed you to be liberated..In the first place. I think you need to tell her….Or should I?”

Seven was in a determined frame of mind that I would not be able to avoid her question. She knew I was scared to explain to my newly Conscious wife, Tal, that I had executed the leader of the Borg Species.

“How did you get away from the Queen, my love?” Tal held my sweaty hand as she knew I was quite nervous. She always knew. We were telepathic. Connected by soul and Blood.

“Nooo. You…You Didn’t,Xand, you Didn’t?” – Tal picked up a stray telepathic thought of the incident behind the queen’s murder.

Tal was a firm believer in the preservation of life.As was I. Before I had no other choice but to end the Queen. I felt guilt, anger, and satisfaction of revenge…all wrapped up into one.

Seven smiled, hung her head and placed her left hand upon my shoulder as I tried to explain to my sweet Tal, that I had no other choice but to murder the queen through Decapitation. How the queen ordered me as her chief medical and royal tactical Security Drone. How I was the one Drone to lead the attack on Earth to Assimilate, once again, millions of lives.

The torture of Implants painfully installed into my body. The screams and horror of me being experimented on as the Queen “Perfected” Her most advanced and powerful Drone ever to be assimilated into the collective.

I didn’t have to say one word. Tal heard my Telepathic tears and memories pouring out of my mind into hers.

Sobbing, I lowered my Half-Robotic Head to her chest.

Messaging my back of my head, “I understand my love. You had no other choice.”

Tears flowed from Tal's eyes as she relived my memories with me.

“She’s gone and you are with me…..Safe and one.”

We were now in the Delta Quandrant. Thanks to Voyager 3(c)'s new TraceWarp engine revamp. We just seem to “ooze” as we traveled as if we were simply “zapped” out of the Alpha Quandrant. Out our space dock.

She flew quite smoothly. The advanced weapons and cloaking engineering was superb.

Scotty would have fell in love with this big sweety.

Three reactors fueled her. We used dilithium gel, instead of crystals. Such ended up three times as powerful concentrated and in liquid as it quickly was pushed and converted in the warp reactor's plasma.

“Captain,” another small vessel has been detected by our sensors. Do you wish me to open hailing frequencies?”

“Data made this deduction quite quickly. I was always amazed by his technology. Even though my own Borg tech was even more developed than his.

Part of his Emotions chip could pick such up. Yet, my Betazed emotions made such even more powerful clearer.

My left ocular implant also displayed his emotions color.

Any living entity, bionic or organic,(such is sensible by my brain which also was organic).

The vessel was lengthy, wide, and it resembled a larger Varro vessel. My family was before me and my emotions were tingling.

Sensing all of the entities aboard, “250 life forms are aboard and life support is failing.” - Data spoke.

“Commander Kim. Go to transporter two with general of security, Jessie Wilcox. Both of you shall beam aboard the Varro vessel and see what casualties exist. Doctor Divinci shall accompany you to aid the injured. Keep me posted.”

“Yes Xant.” - Harry

Tapping my comm badge, “Xander to Dr. Devinci. To sickbay. Priority alert. “

“Yes, Captain Bullock...I was just enjoying a mid-evening concerto with Ensign of Medicine, Keith Geid.” - Mr. Divinci , as one knows was a legend from the first Voyager, won my selection as ships Captain of Medicine.

Gied looked italian. But, was almost 75% Greek. He grew in San Francisco training at Star Fleet Academy to win the title, “Chief Medical Officer” aboard a ship.

At the top of his graduating class, he flew aboard the pheonix 3's medical rescue starship. Acting as resident physician to captain Myers.

He was quite impressive. He was brilliant and an artist with skilled hands in surgery.

A medical tricorder was almost unnecessary as illness (from as many as 100 species) was amazing stored in his Half Klingon and Human mind.

His father was a general “Xang” in the Klingon high command and his mother an English Nurse studying an outbreak of Kardasian Xenionervosis virus infections.

She met Xang as he defended Kardasian during the Marque rebellion. Such was put to rest as their services proved invaluable in outer and more lethal locations of the galaxy.

With cunning command, Xang could wield his power very stealthy and in a quick and ingeniously plotted manner.

I aided the President of Star Fleet when I was freshly graduated from Star Fleet. Before I boarded the Pheonix.

We met as I went to detain him, however, the Marque and him proved useful in this Drix war as it had been discovered and as I was taken and first assimilated bt the Borg.

They were quickly renamed the “Starfleet Shining Marque Squad.”

These wars remind me of Earth's World War 2. Outside of it being in the far reaches of space.

They wore blue silk jackets with black fire shaped shoulder shades (instead of standard starfleet colored schemes.

Their badges were also redesigned as a Glossy Sparkling Silver Right Shing “M” as they were our “Secret Spies.” (As comparable to Earths historic Cia from my home country, The United States.

Mars was my favorite vacation. As newly connected vessel's commander stood before me, he reminded me of the Martians in which the legendary and historic “Area 51” of Earth's American Territorial Arizona portrayed. Of Yesteryear.

He stood about five feet three and no inches. White long hair. Bigger head, green chrystal shining eyes, white eyebrows, stern jaw, and long green skin with suction cups on his fingers. Such reminded me of the old time “Gyco(tm) commercials.

The little lizard driving his small red jaguar, reminding us to “Save on Car Insurance,” however humorous, this being was a lot (in similarity) as he spoke.

“Commander Tyoc, I bid you greetings and ask of you, do you require any assistance from the United Federation of Planets. I am Captain Xander Xavier Bullock of Star Fleet Command aboard the Uss Voyager C. “ - With a smile and my ocular implant glowing red,green,and purple, my Borg implants could immediately identify him as Stolaxian. From Planet Solaxus 9. Far off in the start of the Delta Quadrant, they were of scientific research and peaceful research communities . The damages to his vessel appeared to be of internal provocation or some actions that were accidentally overloading the reactors and systems of his smaller Stolaxian Cruiser.

Shaped like a silver and green King Crab, this 55 personal vessel was quick as ours, however, a little bit in technological similarity as the Vulcans.

These beings were, also in fact, telepathic. I could hear all 55 minds blazing into mine. I could filter them. Of course. I am Betazed and Borg. Neat? Not to them. Their logic confused them with me being of questionable motive.

“I can assure you Commander, I mean no harm to you or your vessel. I am liberated.” - I ended speaking due to the lack of response and sensed fear in these poor drifters.

As they were failing in life support and propulsion systems and had five crew members seriously radiated by radiation burns from a overheated reactor core.

“We know of your kind. We trust no contact from the Borg.”

“The vessel you command, is this a trick or indeed, a fact in origin?”

Commander Tyoc also broadcast curiosity in his feelings. I nodded my head as I smiled from finding, what I considered in my instincts, maybe some new allies?

Do you know of the Federation? I am the real deal, my friend. I have been liberated from the Borg and fought against my kind in the liberation from the Borg attacking my far reaching planet Earth. Situated in The Alpha Quadrant. Trillions of Light-years, almost five years in travel. I assure you, we are assigned to rescue, investigate and challenge threatening species trying to conquer and harm other planetary systems.” - sitting back down in the Center chair, Tal Sat next to me. Relaxing after nervous feelings appeared, then to calm, after I broadcast relief to her, telepathically.

“ooh. Most impressive Captain Bullock.”

Tyrok explained research concerning an anti-drix weapon project evolving nanobot detection,countermeasure, and medical damage reversal of damages to the species inflicted by their cruel weapons.

“I applaud your efforts and your Planet's concern with the Drix outbreak and cruel intentions of mission.”

Smiling, I clapped as I responded with charm and integrity.

“Thank you Bullock. I can sense your Telepathy. You are an empath?”

“No, Telepath,Telekinetic,and also Bionic.” - smiling.

“That is a powerful trait in, what species? Betazed?” - Tryok was quite intelligent and , as well, charismatic.. Unlike the Vulcans , who were sterile sounding, and sometimes narrative, in vocals, like a computer.

“I like your personality. How's about you and your crew board Voyager C as our guests, get fixed up, and enjoy a great feast with us? Our gift to our meeting? AAA e?”

“I'd be of honor, captain. We shall prepare for transport in a moment.”

“Captain Bullock to sickbay. Beam the injured there. Security.... Meet the Tyrokans at Sickbay and dock 2. Arm phazers on stun....Go to yellow alert. Notify Starfleet that we are assisting a damaged vessel and greeting a new contact. Non volatile or threatening.”

“Yes, Captain” - the comm officer obeyed and Starfleet concurred.

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Bittersweet Future: Chapter Fourteen

Summary:

The whole truth and nothing but the truth...

If It’s Answers You’re Seeking…

For a full five seconds, nothing could be heard except the steady drip drop of water from the cave ceiling to the floor. In the stunned silence, Danny had just enough time to regret having ever opened his mouth, before the eldest Masters sibling found her wits.

“You-you’re what?” Jasmine stammered out. Of all the things she’d expected to come out of his mouth, another apology, more lies, definitely more curse words, that statement hadn’t been anywhere on her radar.

“I, I um-”

“Oh, oh good God, he’s insane! Completely delusional, totally One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest gone. What institution did you escape from? Did you leave the rest of your common sense there too?” Daniel said before moving to stand next to his sister.

“I’m not crazy! I-what’s the point? I can’t tell you anyway.” Danny crossed his arms before leaning tiredly against one of the many stalagmites reaching towards the sky. Well, it’s not like I was going to avoid a smiting at this rate. Still, my dad is their mortal enemy and well…I doubt they’re going to be any more willing to let me stay if I explain how Jack Fenton is my father.

“Can’t tell us? Oh come on now, don’t leave us hanging! You just got to the good stuff. You’re from an alternate reality that got destroyed so that we can exist? Man that’s good, maybe I should write that down, I can use it in the fictionalization of my life for Hollywood or something.”

“Knock it off Daniel, this is serious, I mean this is the first remotely honest thing we’ve gotten out of him. So your last name is Fenton right?” Jasmine fixed her most neutral look onto her face. Calling Danny “skittish” was typically an understatement, and if her parents had taught her anything, it was feigning neutrality could fix all types of problems.

“Yeah it is.” Danny huffed and looked away from his sister’s penetrating gaze. He’d just admitted as much a minute ago, not like repeating it was going to get him into any more trouble. Although, he’d have to be sure not to let anything else out until he could think of a good reason for the outburst from earlier.

“Ok, so you are Danny Fenton. If you aren’t from ‘here’” the red head paused and actually unfolded her arms make the air quotes, “then where-when-are you from?”

“Well-”

“Why are you indulging his fantasies? He’s obviously some plant from the GSU. Sugar cookies, he’s done his job twice already. Once in Wisconsin, and just a few minutes ago at Camp, well what used to be Camp anyway. It doesn’t matter what false hypno-memories they’ve implanted in his brain, we need to tell Mom and-”

“Woah! Wait! You can’t just-I mean, I don’t have any false memories. These are all real, and I’m not a plant or spy or something. They were just trying to kill me; you can’t honestly believe I work for people who were trying to kill me?”

“The GSU hates all ghosts, and they still have captured ghosts on leashes doing their bidding. What are you some type of shape shifting ghost? Thought you could just slither in here and rat us out to your psychotic ‘Father’ and his little followers, and oh well if you died, no big deal! You’d love to die in service to your human overlords.” Daniel shot back.

“No. None of that is true. I’m not a ghost; I’m a halfa just like you or Vlad.” At their increasingly skeptical looks, he put his hands up. “I swear. I’m serious. I’m not lying.”

“Right, just like you weren’t lying about how you couldn’t remember what day it was, or that your mother was Harriet Chin.”

“I really did lose days, and ok, that part was a lie, but the rest of what I’ve told you wasn’t! Vlad really is an old family friend, that’s not a lie. He’s really is a family friend of my mother too, so-”

“So who’s your mother?” the elder girl asked.

“Um, she’s…” he trailed off grasping for a good lie. He’d already admitted Harriet wasn’t his mother, and with Vlad so universally hated, that left him with no real options. A little truth never killed anyone right? Well as far as I know. “Well, we have the same mom.”

The two Masters siblings shared a look before glancing behind them to the softly glowing section of the cave near the back. Their mother had been working diligently for at least an hour now, and they could still hear the soft whirl of the generator working to keep their father in ghost form, and possibly alive.

“You expect us to believe that we have the same mother? Are you seriously suggesting that we didn’t notice her-”

“Now, now Jasmine,” Daniel interrupted, “you’re forgetting he’s from alternate reality. So he totally could have been incubating in an alternate version of our mother who is apparently still on good terms with Jack Fenton or something. Is that about right?” When Danny didn’t answer, he rolled his eyes and squared off to face his doppelganger again. Taking a better look at the other boy, he could see parts of his face that eerily matched his own. If he didn’t know for sure there was no way they were related, he would think they were twins. As if I need anything else weird to happen in my life.

“Listen, I’m being as honest about this as I can. I don’t know how much I can tell you without causing more problems.”

“I don’t see how. If you really are from an alternate reality, then it’s an alternate version that no longer exists, and so, telling us about it isn’t going to affect this one in any way. That is, unless you are from the past or future of this universe instead of a different one entirely. In that case any information you tell us, especially about the future, could adversely affect the present to the point the entire timeline becomes unstable and shifts. But if that were the case, it’s likely you’d be unable to relay to us any information we wouldn’t be able to discern ourselves, thus avoid violating causality. Ergo, spill the beans.” Daniel said with a confident smile on his lips.

“I-you-what?” Danny scrunched his brows and blinked a few times before continuing, “is it physically impossible for you to use simple explanations or…? The point is, I can’t tell you anything, any details, about the alternate reality where I’m from. I shouldn’t have even told you I was from an alternate reality or something, but I just can’t stop running my big mouth.”

“Well get your mouth back into gear, because you aren’t staying in this cave with us until you explain who you are clearly for once. I don’t care if we have to march you back through the cave rubble and leave you outside with a ‘please pick up your trash GSU’ sign.” She walked over to one of the make-shift tables near the RV and picked up a weapon. It was one of the few that still held a charge, and she intended to use it if she had to.

“Hold on, you can’t just start pointing guns at me and threatening to kick me out! I mean if you don’t trust me, Vlad does and-”

“And doing so could have gotten him killed! He’s bleeding with poisoned metal burrowing itself deeper into his body every second because either you can’t follow simple instructions, or you are delusional brainwashed spy risking my family’s safety every moment you continue to draw breath. Personally, I’m no longer in the mood to find out which,” Jasmine said while clicking the mini-bazooka up a few notches. “Your options are, come clean about whatever it is you think you know, or get a hole blasted in you, and your body dumped a few feet in front of the cave entrance.”

“Are you really going to threaten me with that when I’m the only one with working ghost powers around?” Danny could feel his eyes already beginning to burn green from frustration and anger. “I don’t want to hurt you, or Daniel, or anyone here, but if you make me fight, you’ll regret it. I’m on your side here, so put down that gun before I have to blow it up.” He raised a green ecto-energy covered hand towards the general direction of the eldest Masters sibling.

The air in the anterior chamber grew increasingly tense as Daniel moved besides his sister to grab another weapon and his otherworldly twin lifted another green swathed hand to match. A cold sweat trickled down the back of his neck. In any other situation, he’d be more than capable of handling a fight, but after the day he’d had a stiff breeze could knock him over. They had to be mindful of the GSU as well. Even though they had likely already headed back to their headquarters in DC with their remaining men, they had satellites everywhere watching for their spectral energy. Even under all these tons of rock, there was no guarantee that they couldn’t sense even the small amount of energy the other dark haired teen had summoned. Just the same, he wasn’t about to back down from a fight with a likely ghost plant.

“What the hell is going on out here?” Maddie growled as she walked from the entrance to the posterior chamber into the room proper. She frowned as none of the teens involved in a poorly thought out Mexican standoff answered her. “Jasmine, Daniel, where are the twins and Lizzie?”

“Inside the RV, playing some tedious board game or watching a video.” When her mother only frowned further she continued, “I don’t know what they’re doing in there. They aren’t messing around with any systems, and they aren’t fooling around out here.”

“Fine. What are you and your brother doing with those guns pointed at Danny?”

“Our favorite fudge-up was just explaining how he’s from an alternate reality, Jack Fenton is his father, and he’s not a brainwashed ghost spy. Personally I don’t believe any of it but-”

“It’s true.” Maddie stated matter-of-factly before taking two large steps and grabbing the weapons from her now stunned children’s hands. “What I mean is, he’s managed to convince your father and me that that is the truth. I believed him, for the most part, and was going to finish questioning him tomorrow morning. However, I think due to the circumstances it warrants a revisiting of the subject right now.” She set the guns back onto the table and turned to face Danny with her children to her right. “Now, let’s see, you never did answer how you knew my husband in your original timeline, so let’s start there.”

Even though Maddie had set down the guns the teenagers had picked up, he could see her tapping her foot and palming another smaller weapon on her hip. That’s not a rhetorical question is it? “Um, it’s kinda a long story?” He offered with a chuckle. When it failed to get even the smallest smirk onto anyone’s lips, his laughter faded into a cough. “Well, you know you, Jack, and Vlad all went to the University of Wisconsin together? Well, when you and Jack were first married you just uh, never got divorced or whatever. You had Jazz,” he resisted the urge to sigh when he saw his sister scrunch up her face at the nickname, “and me.” The boy out of time paused to look for something to lean against now that the adrenaline crash was leaving his muscles even more tired and sore than before the hectic drive up the mountain.

“Well?” The auburn hair scientist prompted and watched him slink over to sit on top of one of the flatter stalagmites.

“Well uh, I grew up in Amity Park, and on the 20th anniversary of your college graduation, you went to a college reunion hosted at Vlad’s house-er well closer to a mansion really-in Wisconsin. That’s the first time I met him. He was, well it doesn’t really matter.”

“I beg to differ. I’ll decide what is and isn’t important information. Vlad told me you came back into the past so that the two of you would no longer be enemies. Obviously your first impressions of him are important for me to understand what would possess you to try something so completely ill advised.” She softened her stance and leaned back against the table behind her to take some pressure off of her aching feet. She’d been up for what felt like years, and while she was sure Vlad would pull through with little problem-bless his determination-it’d probably be touch and go for the rest of the night.

“Well he hosted the reunion so he’d have a chance to kill my dad and convince you to marry him, so I’d say my first impression of him was shitty. That answer your question? Oh, and after he realized I had ghost powers, he decided to pull a Darth Vader and ask me to join the dark side. So yeah, we weren’t best buds where I’m from.”

Daniel let out a rude snort at the other boy’s story. “You expect us to actually believe our dad wants to kill yours in your ‘timeline’? For what? When he can’t even do that now?”

“Don’t interrupt him Daniel; I want to hear everything he has to say without your more colorful commentary. So, Vlad and you met at this reunion, and he tried to murder Jack Fenton. I assume he failed.”

“Yeah, I stopped him, with some quick thinking and some luck. After that we’ve been at each other’s throats ever since. I mean, he placed a bounty on my head-”

“I thought he wanted you to be his new Sith apprentice?”

“Wuh, oh he did.” Danny stopped before scrunching his face up in thought and continuing, “I think it was just to make my dad look bad. What with him trying and failing to capture the million dollar ghost with the entire ‘professional’ ghost community around also trying to catch me. I think it was also a distraction for something. I don’t know what, everything he does has at least three different reasons and a plan F.”

“The next most pressing question is of course where you got ghost powers.”

“In a lab accident.” Danny replied.

“A lab accident where? The more specific you are the better.”

“It was my parents-your lab. You have a lab right underneath our house in the basement. You were building a working model of a man-made ghost portal. It didn’t work when you first plugged it in, even though this was like the fifth time you’d brought Jazz and me down to watch it get turned on and probably the 50th time you’d tried to make it work. Anyway, you left all defeated and me and my friends-”

“You and your friends were downstairs in a dangerous lab unsupervised?”

“Uh, well…yes. You left to go upstairs. We weren’t really thinking about it working. I mean you didn’t have any weapons just lying around or anything, it was just the portal and one of the lame Fenton jumpsuits.”

“Jumpsuits? Like that tacky ensemble you have going on in your ghost form?” It was Jasmine’s turn to interrupt.

“Yes. Exactly like that.” Danny grumbled under his breath before continuing, “my friends convinced me to go take a look inside the portal, just to snap a picture.”

“Why would you-”

“We thought it would cool ok? It had nev- we didn’t think it would even work. No one did. No one had even really seen a ghost back in my timeline. I hadn’t, and despite what my parents said, I don’t think they had either. It was just a stupid joke, it wasn’t supposed to work. I-” Danny took a deep breath to stop his rambling before it got out of hand. It had been almost a year since the accident and it still both boggled and upset him. Even though he, and several of the people standing around, were living proof that half-ghosts were real, when he thought about the accident, it was still hard to wrap his mind around it. “I put on one of my parents dorky jumpsuits and stepped inside the portal. One of my friends was angling for a better shot and asked me to back up. I did and leaned my hand against the wall inside the portal. I turned it on. It gave me ghost powers. That’s the end of that story.”

Maddie tapped her chin with one finger as she took in Danny’s tale. It was, as far as she could tell, entirely the truth. There was still some details missing, like who his friends were and why, why, why no one came running when that portal activated and discovered his powers right then. Just the same, it would suffice for the moment.

“Next question, you told me before that the ghost hunting community in Amity Park was in shambles. In fact, you said they needed your help to catch ghosts, despite having professional ghost hunters around.” She paused to hop onto the table behind her, forgoing a better position for offense in favor of her comfort. If I stand up any longer, I don’t think I’ll ever feel my lower limbs again. “If you were fighting ghosts on the regular, how did your parents not notice?”

“Notice?” Danny squeaked, not liking where this line of questioning was going.

“Surly, someone must have figured out you were fighting. At the very least, you wouldn’t have been proficient in either martial arts or your ghost powers when you first started. If ghosts were enough of a problem that two professionals couldn’t stem the tide, then you’d have to have taken some injuries from fighting. How did you continue to go to school while ghost hunting? The physical changes resulting from a-an integration of ghost powers into a fully formed human body are incredibly noticeable. Didn’t their equipment ever pick you up?”

“Well, um, yes?” Danny offered sheepishly.

“Yes to what Danny?” Maddie clicked her tongue in distaste before shifting on the hard table beneath her.

“Yes their equipment picked me up, but they just thought the equipment wasn’t working. No one knew halfas existed so, they just assumed the readings were borked. As for the other questions, my friends helped me out with ghost hunting, but I wasn’t doing the best in school when I left. I was tired from the fights even though I’d gotten better and uh, well you know half ghosts heal fast so…” Danny trailed off and scuffed a foot against the side of the stalagmite.

“Alright, I suppose that’s good enough, although the last, and most important question is, how you got here. How did you time travel at all?”

Danny suppressed the urge the wince. That was the one question he really didn’t want to answer. “I thought I already answered that question?”

“Hardly. You told me you got the time traveling Medallion from a powerful ghost whose name you couldn’t tell me. While that basically answers the question in the general “how” the time traveling itself took place, that doesn’t explain why that ghost let you have the Medallion at all. You’ve said it was for unabashedly selfish purposes, don’t make that face it’s true, so I’m wondering what was in it for this ghost. If they were powerful enough to create this relic, then they likely have time traveling powers of their own, and would be well aware of the delicate the nature of time. My question is really how did you convince this ghost to allow you free reign of the time line? Certainly they would have foreseen that you’d cause trouble-”

“-Er well Cl-he said something about me being outside the time stream and the consequences being my own. He’s a friend of mine, and I’ve been responsible,” well sort of, “with the Medallion in the past, so he figured I could handle this.”

Maddie took a breath to start another round of questioning, when she heard a loud groan echo from the back of the cave. She glanced behind her and mouthed ‘stay put’ to the teens, before getting up.

The teenagers spent a few minutes staring at each other across the distance before Jasmine broke the silence.

“So you’re telling me not a single person outside of the friends who saw the accident, and my dad, figured out you have ghost powers? The other ghosts you fought-”

“-Knew I had ghost powers and was human at the same time.” Danny answered with a shrug.

“And they never said anything to any of the humans around you? On top of that, I mean it’s not like your ghost form looks different from your human half, no hybrid’s does. I’m just having a hard time wrapping my head around this.” Jasmine sighed as the vague picture of the other teen’s timeline struggled to coalesce in her mind. Nothing about the reality he inhabited sounded anything like her own. Why was it so different? Does that even matter at this point? It isn’t like Danny can get back to it. She thought, coming to the same conclusion her younger brother had only half an hour ago. It was like the more he cleared up, the more numerous the questions became. “Why couldn’t you tell us any of this before?”

Danny huffed and crossed his arms in front of him. “Would you have really believed me?” He watched as the Masters siblings’ faces scrunched up in thought. “You didn’t believe me when I told you a few minutes ago, why would you have believed me in Wisconsin or on the flight over in that beetle thing? I know you might not believe me, but I’m not stupid.”

“That remains debatable.” Daniel quirked his lips and sighed. “Well, if you fought ghosts all the time that explains why you could hold your own against the GSU earlier. Although, I’m still a little confused about how you’d get all of that fighting experience in the first place. I mean how many ghosts could possibly squeeze through temporary portals, even in someplace as active as Amity Park?”

Danny scuffed his feet awkwardly against the damp stone floor of the cave before answering, “well they didn’t just have temporary portals to work with. For a while, the Fenton portal-”

“Oh you’re joking-”

“-Stop interrupting sheesh! Anyway, the man-made portal didn’t have a good lock on it. And it’s not very hidden in the ghost zone either. So ghosts were uh, slipping through the portal in my parents’ basement and escaping.” Danny shrugged at the mildly amazed looks the other teens were giving him.

“So you’re telling me not only was the portal not locked up tight and hidden on the ghost side, but ghost were regularly slipping past your parents defenses and equipment to escape and wreck havoc?” Jasmine felt her face screwing up in disbelief the longer she thought about it. A man-made portal in the basement of two ghost hunters and ghosts just snuck through their house and out into the open. No way either of them were that incompetent.

“Hey, I know that sounds kind of…impossible, but it’s the truth! Ghosts just aren’t taken as seriously back in my timeline as they here. I mean, up until about a year ago, no one was even sure they existed. They haven’t had a lot of time to adjust.” Danny shrugged and shifted on the top of his stone seat. Admittedly, the absolute reach and power the GSU had in this future was something he’d never thought was possible. The Guys in White back home were a cursory curiosity, barely funded and poorly trained. His friends could out fight them on half a night’s sleep and no food. And those ridiculous all white suits! I’ve seen them put in more forms for dry cleaning than ghost catching. Just the same, the agency here was run by…his father. He’d been avoiding really thinking about it. The man he knew, and the unhinged ghost slaying commander he’d met an hour back was like night and day.

Jack Fenton couldn’t remember to solder half of his own circuits, let alone run an agency, yet here he was the most serious threat to ghost kind on the planet. Danny took a deep breath, preparing to finally ask the other teens about some of their history, when a crash came from the back of the cave.

A shrill voice echoed from the chamber where Vlad was recovering, “I can’t believe you hid the fact he had ghost powers from me! Did you not think it was important? Has the ability to reveal our location to the people trying to murder us suddenly become a non-issue!? You promised me he wasn’t a threat, and here we are, in a cave, with none of our equipment.”

“I instructed him specifically not to use his powers. It’s not like I didn’t know how dangerous this could be, give me some credit. And no I didn’t tell you, because that was his information to tell not mine.” Vlad, clearly awoken from his injury induced slumber, half stomped half limped into the antechamber of the cave. He made it to a cluster of stalagmites a few feet into the make-shift room before leaning against them. Despite the hand on his stomach, he had a ferocious glare on his face. He breathed heavily into the growing silence, breath ragged, before standing straighter and continuing, “I had no reason to assume he’d disobey. Genuinely, I’d never put this family in danger, you know that.” He hissed out the last few words through pain clinched teeth and slumped back against the tallest stalagmite.

“Just because I know you wouldn’t do it on purpose, doesn’t mean it was alright to lie to me,” Maddie held her hand up before he could get a word in, “lying by omission is still lying Vladimir. I understand that you wanted to-”

“-I’m sure you do.” The sarcastic bite in the interruption could have peeled paint. “You know exactly why he’d want to work up to telling you about his ghost powers. I mean, it’s not like everyone has threatened to throw him out if they got a hint of a reason he was dangerous.”

“You’re deflecting! The problem isn’t him it’s you.” Maddie hissed.

“I’m not going to betray his good faith and privacy by telling you something he should have the right to-”

“Oh my God, this isn’t about privacy it’s about safety. Our safety is more important than his bashful whatever the hell it is preventing him from actually communicating with-”

“It’s not shyness, it’s prudence! When he last spoke to you, you thought he was a ghost plant sent to kill us. He doesn’t have any more reason to trust us than we do him. You’re being unreasonable.”

“You’re unreasonable…”

The married couple continued to bicker back in forth, oblivious to the awkward teenage audience shuffling their feet not a meter away. Jasmine and Daniel locked eyes and silently came to a conclusion. They waved a hand to get Danny’s attention, and silently the trio slipped farther away into another part of the cave.

Danny winced as the sound of continued arguments echoed away into the dark. Still, wherever the other two teens were headed, it had to be better than listening to them fight about him.

Jasmine reached into her pocket palming the cool silver disk inside. This far away from the heaters and generators of the larger chamber, the air was cool and clammy, like walking through an especially thick fog. She didn’t particularly dislike the cold, but after the unnatural heat of the rest of the cave, the change left her fighting back shivers. The disk felt like one of those ice packs placed in lunch boxes. It was cool, but nothing like an actual ice cube. She sighed when the argument behind her finally faded away into the plaintive plinks creating the ambient cave noise. Her right hand still ached like she’d twisted it wrong and slammed it into a wall at the same time. In the increasing gloom, it was hard to get a good look at her younger brother, but she didn’t need ghost enhanced night vision to tell he was just as exhausted. The scrapping shuffle of his sneakers against the hard stone combined with his slumped shoulders said enough. “Ok, that’s far enough I think.” She pulled the disk out of her pocket and gave it a shake. Slowly, the chemicals inside reacted to one another, becoming luminescent as she agitated them. The disk was artificially cooled so the light would slowly fade over the course of an hour or two until it was re-shaken.

Danny stopped just inside the sudden pool of light. He leaned against a wall with his arms crossed, keeping as much distance between him and the hostile siblings as he could manage. The ghost powered teen thought they had calmed down, but he didn’t put it past them to pull a gun on him. Their default solution to problems seemed to be shooting it until it wasn’t one anymore. Considering what happened earlier today, it’s not such a bad solution in general. “So...” He trailed off into the cool tense space between the three of them. They must have brought me out here for something.

“So, I think we should trade stories, life stories I mean. Since you actually managed to be truthful for once, I realize you have no idea how serious-how different this world is from your own. I mean, giant battle aside, do you have any idea what the GSU are like?” Jasmine let the question hang in the air for a second longer before continuing. “I think, to really understand where we are coming from, we need to tell you about the history of the GSU and a little bit about ourselves.”

“Even though I don’t like you, if you’re going to stop being a walking liability, we need to get you up to speed. Naturally, I still think this is a waste of our time and we’d all be better off leaving you on some back road to fend for yourself,” Daniel paused and stared at a spot in between Jasmine and Danny. “However, that’s not going to actually happen, much to my deep displeasure, so we need to mitigate damages.” He shrugged and pressed himself back against the wall opposite Danny.

The eldest Masters’ sibling frowned over at her brother before addressing Danny. “The first thing you need to know is that Jack Fenton’s only life goal is the eradication of the ghost species. He’ll stop at absolutely nothing to get that goal accomplished. You saw the mansion in Wisconsin?”

“Yeah sure-oh that’s probably rhetorical isn’t it?” Danny stuttered when he saw the annoyed look on the red haired girl’s face. “My bad.”

“Anyway, that’s where we lived before we moved to Amity Park. When I was almost six, the GSU, or well they were called the ‘Guys in White’ then, attacked the mansion. We barely escaped with our lives. Our father used the last of his assets, before they were frozen and relinquished to the government as the holdings of a ‘non-entity’, to craft new identities for us. We disappeared into the United States background. This was a long time ago, I don’t really remember much about it other than the fight at the mansion, and always running.” Jasmine stopped to rub at her sore wrist before locking eyes with Danny, “eventually, we settled in Amity Park.”

“Can I at least ask why? I mean when I was there, it was ghost hunter central. Was it different then or…?” Danny left the explanation open ended and rolled his shoulders. He was feeling a couple of landings from earlier and he’d much rather be sleeping than exploring the wacky past of this reality from Hell.

“It was a pretty active base for ghost hunters back then too. Our parents’ reasoning was that it would be easier to blend in right under the enemies’ noses. They were right for the most part.” Jasmine stopped to give her brother a quick glance. His face was as impassive as it had been since the conversation started. She nodded over at him to pick up where she left off. Talking about their time in Amity Park always left him skittish.

“We dyed our hair, wore colored contacts, and got our first set of spectral bracelets.” Daniel stopped to hold up his wrist, jingling the techno-jewelry with relish before lowering his arm. “We lived in Amity Park for nearly six years. We…made friends, went to school, blended in. It was unsafe at times, but relatively normal.” Daniel sat up straighter before leaning away from the wall. “We lived in ghost hunters’ HQ during the entire War. I’m sure the Head Commander,” he paused to sneer, “threw fits about that when he realized how long we’d been there.”

“War?” This time Danny had no idea what they were talking about. How did an entire war happen without anybody talking about it?

The eldest Masters’ boy smiled; it didn’t reach his eyes. “When Jack Fenton couldn’t get to us anymore, he convinced the GSU, they were called that now after the attack in Wisconsin, to wage war against the entire Ghost Zone. It…went well for them. Between my sixth birthday and my ninth, they captured, executed, or otherwise destroyed every piece of ghost civilization in the Zone. The last ghosts alive are either hidden deep inside the Ghost Zone, or held in the many, many experimental labs of the GSU. Most ghosts are either used as slaves or tortured and experimented on. We’re some of the last free sentient ghost-like being around, hybrids or not.” He leaned back against the clammy wall, shoulders tensed, a frown slowly deepening on his face. “In any case,” he started before loosening up once more, “we were eventually discovered.” Daniel stared off into the darkness back towards the front of the cave. He crossed his arms, his hands clenched involuntarily at his sides.

“Jack Fenton somehow discovered our secret identities.” She started sparing another surreptitious glance in her sibling’s direction. “He captured my brother, and our parents, mostly our dad actually, had to fight the whole ghost hunter collective in Amity Park to get him back. We escaped, obviously, and we’ve been on the run ever since.” Jasmine paused and stared down at her hand, swirling the disk in it unnecessarily. “That was almost five years ago, or it will be in a couple weeks. It’s been difficult to put it mildly.” Jasmine pinned their living headache with a look before continuing, “apparently, what we needed was for things to be shaken up. The Universe must have thought we’d become complacent, what with no major incidents in the last two years.” She tossed the disk to Daniel, to give her aching arm and wrist a break.

“Living on the run, it’s required us to be both paranoid and resourceful, something I imagine you’re familiar with considering you interesting life choices these last few months.” He stopped and swirled the disk another few times, thinking his words through. It had been a long day and without any adrenaline left, things were getting fuzzy at the edges. “So, you’ll understand where I’m coming from when I say this: your presence here is like a bucket of flies in the middle of an excrement sandwich. Sure, the sandwich on its own was terrible, but the flies improved nothing with their presence.” The ghost powered teen added with a glare. “Unfortunately, I don’t get a vote on whether you stay, and my father can be unhelpfully stubborn about helping other people. Chances are, you’re stuck here for an indeterminable duration, but at least after that last battle you have some idea of how dangerous the GSU are.” He snorted and tossed the light back to his sister, “or well one could only hope, I have my doubts about your cognitive abilities. I mean you did just walk up to ghost hunter HQ in Amity Park. But I’m sure something will eventually penetrate the thick veil of ignorance you’re carting around inside your skull.”

“I’m sure he gets it.” She stopped to switch the light into the hand that didn’t feel like it was going to fall off. “I’m almost as sure about that as I am about the fact you’re going to mention how much you hate him being here every time you get a chance.”

“Oh no, not every time, that would be redundant.” He passed a sardonic smile in his sister’s direction. “Just every time I can mention it in a new context.” The dark haired teen stood straighter and stretched, the crackling pops of his spine echoing in the absurdly quiet space in the small antechamber. “Do you think they’ve stopped arguing by now?”

Jasmine pursed her lips in thought before replying, “Maybe? If not, we can just sneak into the RV or the Hover. In any case, I don’t want to stand here in the damp and cold anymore.” With that, she pushed away from the hard rocky wall and started off down the path back to the main part of the cave.

Danny carefully slunk behind her. They hadn’t exactly been super forthcoming, but they’d given him a lot more information than he had volunteered on his own. Information that wasn’t strictly necessary to wrapping his head around the situation and reality he found himself in. To be frank, he wanted to ask more about their time in Amity Park. They’d lived there for a good while, made friends they’d claimed. It was entirely selfish, but maybe they knew something about Sam and Tucker? As if they remembered the names of people they’d left behind years ago in a panic. Oh yeah, they would definitely care about some random kids they probably never met in a town filled with people trying to kill them. Get real Fenton. He scuffed his feet as he listened to the subdued plinks and plunks of water dripping from the ceiling.

Even if Vlad and his mom had come to an agreement about him or just set aside their argument to figure out what to do next, he had no interest in walking back into the larger chamber. The churning feeling of guilt and hot burn of shame was eating at his mind. I really should have said something…or at least not used my powers like I had been asked. The damage had already been done, but that didn’t make him feel any better. In fact, it made him feel worse. Sure, they had already been planning to move, but it didn’t take a genius to figure out that they’d left some nice equipment and maybe even important sentimental things back in the disaster zone that was the valley below. Danny was well aware kicking himself in the teeth about this wasn’t helping anyone, but stuck shuffling between the two exhausted Masters’ siblings; he was having a hard time doing anything else. If he had never blundered into their lives, they’d probably be perfectly fine right now. If I had never blundered into their lives, they wouldn’t exist either. The thought brought up another flare of frustration.

Clockwork clearly stated his intentions not to interfere unless he completely destroyed Reality or Time something, but in his opinion, this spiraling dystopia with the entire Ghost Zone dead definitely counted as a serious fuck up worth intervention. Just as the three of them rounded the last corner to make it back to the main part of the cave, Danny felt a wave of nausea with cold tingles down his back. What if Clockwork was one of the many ghosts killed during that War thing they were talking about before? He hadn’t considered the idea before now. Clockwork was the most powerful ghost he knew, or at least of the ghosts he interacted with even occasionally. But it was possible the reason he hadn’t come and done anything about this increasing clusterfuck of a universe was because he couldn’t. He could be already… The thought was too sickening to contemplate. He had no idea how to work the Medallion currently phased near his core. Even if they got him back into the Ghost Zone and he went into the Realm Beyond Time, if Clockwork wasn’t there, he had no way to get back into his own timeline, or to go back and attempt to fix what he’d broken so badly. Danny skidded to a stop right at the entrance to the antechamber with the RV before the other ghost powered teen shoved him from behind.

“Come on, there’s no use putting this off. It’s not like delaying the inevitable is going to save you from being tossed out on your butt.”

“Our parents aren’t going to toss him-”

“Shush, let me dream.” Daniel closed his eyes while a serene smile took over his expression.

“You are a terrible person. You know if you throw me out of here, the GSU will literally kill me.”

“And you have to know that I don’t give one solitary fudge covered strawberry about that fact.”

“Oh yeah, keep working for the psychopath of the year award Daniel, I’m sure the GSU needs competition.” Jasmine frowned over her shoulder at her younger brother. “You don’t have to like him, God knows I don’t, but could you stop wishing for his demise…at least out loud?” She watched as his amused smirk dropped back into a flat expression.

“Don’t have enough room left to care about people who nearly get my family killed. Sorry, oh saintly sister of mine.”

“Empathy is important.”

“You’d think after Austin, you’d learn to be more selective with your charitable views of other people.” He scowled and pressed a hand into the other boy’s back. “Come on, move it already.” He’d have simply gone around, if he wasn’t determined to keep him in his sight at all times. Finally, the other teen scuffled the rest of the way into the main chamber. A quick glance about the space revealed neither of his parents. There was also a lack of yelling or accusations. At least it’s quiet.

Jasmine sighed as she set the still glowing disk down on one of the tables. “I’m heading back to the RV to sit down on something that isn’t stone. You two can stay here and continue to stare each other down, or you can join me. Personally, my feet feel like lead weights, but if you two want to tough it out for some reason, be my guest.” With that, she started towards the vehicle at a slow pace. Moving at anything above ‘granny shuffle’ was impossible, everything felt like it’d been through a meat grinder, or pounded and tenderized. She glanced over her shoulder to make sure the two boys were following here, before walking the rest of the way to the RV door. She could hear muted conversation from inside. Nothing that sounded like yelling, but it was still impassioned discussion. I guess they moved the conversation to somewhere with soft cushions. A great idea in her opinion. She opened the door and stomped up the steps, fatigue instead of emotion leaving her footfalls heavy.

“I completely understand your position here hun…but can you at least see…why undermining his trust on this issue…so soon after he arrived…would have only made things worse?” Vlad had to stop every couple of words to take another shallow breath.

“I can, I just still think it’s stupid.” Maddie griped from her seat across from Vlad in the middle section of the RV. They’d moved into the space at her insistence, worried that he’d make his injuries worse by stubbornly standing and stomping around in frustration while talking to her. She turned slightly to watch the three teens clomp up the stairs back into the vehicle. They could table this discussion for later, there were more pressing issues. “Glad to see you’re all still alive, I was worried you’d drug Danny away to try and leave him outside the cave.”

“I’ve suggested it twice, but everyone seems to think it’s a bad idea.”

“Because it’s immoral, jerkface.” Jasmine rolled her eyes at her brother this time. He was mostly saying it to complain at this point.

Daniel smiled as he settled onto one of the soft cushioned seats, “a difference in perspective then.”

“Should I sleep with one eye open or something? Should I sleep at all? You seriously need to re-examine your decision making processes man. If you were in my position-”

“-I wouldn’t be anywhere near as stupid or useless or a danger to others.” The other dark haired teen said with a shrug. “Truly, the ‘attempted murder by stupidity’ level of social interaction is not a high bar to exceed here.”

“Enough,” Vlad started when he saw Danny open his mouth to reply. He took a shallow breath from where he was half-reclined on one of the long form seats. Breathing hurt. Sitting up hurt. Consciousness was a battle that he was currently losing, and he didn’t want to listen to more pointless bickering. “Save the snarky remarks for a day when we aren’t…about to pass out from…blood loss and exhaustion.” He said been pained gasps. “I’m sure there will be plenty of time for you all to glare at each other later.” He winced at the stretching burn he felt from having taken a breath deep enough to say that all at once.

“Your father is right. What we need to do now is decide where we are going next. We may be able to salvage some equipment that wasn’t stolen or destroyed from the valley below over the next two days, but after that, we have to leave the caves, and we need a destination.” She stopped and sighed, placing another pillow behind her aching back. “Usually, Vlad and I would just pick a place, but I think Jasmine and Daniel are old enough to have some good tactical input on where we should go next.” She frowned when she heard her younger children moving around farther back in the RV. No point in keeping them out of the conversation. “And you all can stop pretending to be asleep or ignoring us now.” She called towards the final third of the RV.

The twins and Lizzie quickly bounded out of the back section of the RV, excited to be included in a conversation on where they should set up Camp next for once.

“So mom, can we go to The Falls next?” Nate asked while bouncing into a seat.

“Nu-uh Nate, we were just there like two month ago that’s too soon.” He snickered when his brother stuck out his tongue at him.

“I think it’s a good place to hide, and it’s close to here, but hard to find.”

“Well I think that that’s stupid because it’s too close to where we are now and also because we’d have to fly half of the stuff out to it and that’d be a bad idea cause they are surveying the area with like satellites or whatever.” His twin opened his mouth to respond, when his baby sister spoke up.

“Can’t we just stay in the caves? They can’t get to us because of the cave-in and um, two days isn’t a long time to get all our stuff. I don’t want to move again so fast.”

“This is all great, but you all don’t get a vote. You get to listen and not talk, which is exactly what the child of Magnus the Red gets to do.”

“That’s not even a fair analogy Daniel, you can do better.” Vlad suppressed the urge to chuckle. “Oh don’t explain it.” He stopped to sit up a little straighter, “I mean, that only makes sense if Danny were you…and then you were actually a traitor…and I was actually an immortal god human thing or something…Should have called him a daemon of Tzeentch.”

“The Head Commander is Magnus.”

“That doesn’t-oh, ok but this is…off track. We’re supposed to be talking about…new Camp locations.” He’d finally worked himself back into an upright sitting position. His middle still hurt like someone had poured coals covered in lighter fluid on it, but he could tell it was healing. Slowly. Far too slowly for his tastes, but to be expected after how much ghost energy he’d expended.

“My suggestion is for Forge Rocks. I know it’s the farthest location in our rotation, but it’s the most fortified, and it has the most provisions. It also has the distinction of being far away from civilization, which will give this enough time to blow over without us being spotted. Otherwise, my second suggestion is Dawn’s Bridge.”

“Are any of these places actually named that, or is it all code names for the spy bugs living in the walls of the cave rocks?” Danny frowned when no one seemed inclined to actually talk about real places or areas of the United States. He had to bite back a growl when his alternate reality twin rolled his eyes at him.

“No, those aren’t the ‘real names’, they are just designations that make it easier to remember. Which one would you remember ‘Brownsville’ or ‘Flight’s Fall?” He felt a bubble of warm satisfaction when the other teen agreed with a shrug. “Back on topic, those are my top two choices, Jasmine, any other suggestions?”

“Well, I agree with Forge Rocks, but not Dawn’s Bridge. I know Dawn is closer, but there was just a ghost incident with one of the GSU handlers losing control there a week back. That has nothing to do with us, but everyone in the area will be on edge, and paranoid people like to call the cops for little or no reason at all. We don’t need that kind of exposure.”

��It is harder to escape from Dawn than Forge, especially since they started check points recently.” Daniel shrugged when his parents looked in his direction. “Ok, not recently, heard about it the last time I was in town, so maybe four months ago. Long enough that they’ve become routine and they’ll be harder to bypass in a rush.”

“Forge Rocks is a good location, but we planned on mentioning that it’s going to be on the inactive cache list, and off rotation. Let me explain,” Maddie held up her hand, “they just added a new ghost hunter HQ during the last expansion of the network there. It used to make up one of the areas that was part of the ‘Great Holes’ in their network in the mountain west, but that changed about six months back. We’ll be able to strip it during a supply run, but that’s about it.” She rubbed her temple at the headache forming behind her eyes. “And, Flight’s Fall was going to be the next stop, that was the plan, but obviously that’s not going to work.”

“Obviously?” Danny chanced asking.

“Yeah genius, we’d need a bunch of supplies left in the valley. Fake IDs, different hair, clothing, you name it. Doesn’t one of our personas have a fake rebellious tattoo or something for the area?” Daniel shrugged before staring out the RV window facing towards the path out of the cave. “We can’t just show up there without it, and we can’t make new personas without more supplies either. So, we’re stuck looking at somewhere without a whole lot of civilization, that doesn’t ask questions, and won’t think it’s weird when a whole family in an RV shows up on a family vacation using only cash in the middle of the school year. So, Heber City, Utah, or Forge Rocks…before the ghost hunters decided to set up shop.”

“Ok, well, what about some place from the older rotations? We haven’t been there for a while, so maybe one of the remote locations farther north? Ice Canyon, or Snow Peaks? Or mayb-”

“-The Meadow.” Vlad locked eyes with his wife sitting across the RV. “It’s well ahead of schedule…but we need the break. We’d have time to actually replenish our equipment supplies and make safe raids of caches without having to worry about the lack of shields. Naturally, shields are the first priority, if we can’t salvage something from the valley but, until then, it’s our best option. And unlike any of the northern options from the last rotation, we don’t have try and run the border without ID.”

“We’d have to cross the mountains west, and the last time we were there, we were worried that the fluctuations weren’t strong enough-”

“I know Maddie, but it’s nearing summer, and the last readings we got from the probes showed everything was setting up for a solid summer pattern. Do you disagree?” He leaned forward some to stretch his back, his insides felt let a balancing act between the bruises on his spine and the healing cuts in his middle.

“No. It’s just a little more chance than I like.”

“Fortune favors the bold.”

“And the people who are actually clear about their plans.” Danny grumbled, more than tired of being out of the loop.

“The Meadow is a naturally occurring nullification zone in the western edge of the Rockies near the state line of Washington and Oregon. It was the first place we set up a temporary base, and over the years, it’s become our most fortified campsite.”

If it does what the shields do, why not create a permanent base there and just dig in? Vlad explained to him why they hadn’t without being asked. The nullification strength changed seasonally and even in some place well fortified, it’s not like they could fight off a coordinated siege from a well funded government agency he’d said. It was still some place they’d never been spotted though, and with summer approaching the strength of the nullification field, he had no idea how it worked, would be at its strongest, more powerful than even their man-made shields. Unfortunately, that pattern diminished and reversed towards the winter time, so even if they wanted to just dig in, it would be obvious where they were when the winter high of ambient spectral energy didn’t show up.

Danny settled deeper into his seat as everyone around him agreed that was the best spot for a new Camp site, and swallowed his ambivalence and helplessness. He had more questions than ever, but whether Clockwork was alive and he could ever get out of this spiraling hell hole of a universe would have to wait until he could even get into the Zone. Never mind how…He heard Jazz mention distractedly that it would take until the end of summer to replace the equipment. And at least that long before they’d be in a position to get me into the Ghost Zone if not longer. Danny thought morose. It was going to be a long summer.

…then you better ask the right questions.

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