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jpitha · 4 months

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"Next!"

The voice called out gruffly, and the line shuffled forward another step. Little by little, bit by bit, the line moved though customs as people tried to get into the station. Finally, they came upon a human, average height for the species, with dirty blond hair cropped short on the top of their head, wearing careworn clothes. He was carrying a large bag over his shoulder, and set it down as he approached the counter.

"Name." It was not a question.

"Gord Beaverbrook."

"Planet of origin?" The agent was bored and only half paying attention as they scanned the human's passport card.

"Earth."

At that, they looked up sharply. "Lying to an immigration officer comes with immediate expulsion. I must have misheard you. Planet of origin?"

The human's eyes widened slightly. The immigration officer - a Tylan - didn't notice the subtle change in body language. "Oh uh, my mistake. Orbital High Parvati."

They looked down at the passport card and grunted. "Colony Worlds eh? Leaving like the rest?"

"Something like that, yes."

One of their eyes flicked up to the human and stared just a moment longer than was comfortable. "Final destination?"

"Wait friend, is that required? Last time I came through, they just wanted to know where I came from and how long I was in town, not where I was going." The human looked back at the line and smiled - with his mouth shut - apologetically.

"Sapient, that has been the requirement the entire time I have worked here. If you are unwilling to divulge-"

"No no, it's fine. I've held up the line enough." He sighed. "My final destination is Lemilar Station."

"Lemilar? You're at least ten Gates away from Lemilar."

"Yeah, I have to ride the circuit. Can't afford to Flip over, and it's not like anyone is running a Flash. Transiting the Gates is the most affordable way to travel."

The terminal chirruped and the agent grumbled as they handed back the passport. "Damn refugees. Clogging up the place." They looked up at the human. "Forty third level is where the rest of the human and K'laxi refugees are if you want to see more of your kind." They looked past the man. "Next!"

Gord shouldered his bag, and walked past customs and into the promenade. It was wide and long, with shops on either side, and room for tables to be set out so that people could people watch. It was the same as any of a thousand orbitals, stations, and starbases he had been to in his long life. Sapients milled about, living their lives, going to work, meeting friends and living.

The thing that stuck out for Gord was the lack of humans. This station was far, far from the settled Colony Worlds and humans were rare here. He was used to being in the majority, even if he wasn't - technically - a human. These days one kept that kind of thing to themselves. Bouncing the pack to redistribute the weight, he started walking across the promenade, to look for the way up to the forty third level.

"Hey! Ape!" A Gren called out to Gord while was walking by. Gord didn't stop.

"I was talking to you, ape!" The Gren stood up from his seat at a restaurant, and approached Gord. Behind him two other Gren looked nervously at their friend, but didn't stop him.

Gord shrugged his pack off his shoulders and put his hand on it. Meeting the gaze of the Gren he sighed. "Yes, friend? What can old Gord do for you today?"

"That's an odd accent you have, Ape. You just learn Levinen?"

"No, I learned it a while ago, but I was taught by a Ivarr with a lisp."

At that, the two Gren behind the bully chuckled. Ivarr are insectoid species, they all speak with a slight lisp.

"Oh, a comedian. I see how it is." The bully turned back to his friends. "I mean, getting chased out of your own systems is pretty funny, so I do have to give you that." He tipped his head back and roared laughter, his mouthparts waggling along.

"All right then, I'll be on my way." Gord bent to pick up his bag.

"No, ape. You won't" The Gren put a large hand on Gord's bag. "You see, new arrivals have to pay an... administrative fee to get up to forty three. One hundred Stars."

Gord raised an eyebrow. "You know, if you hadn't been greedy, I probably would have just paid your extortion money." He looked around the large Gren at his two friends. "Thirty Stars? Would have paid it without any question. Even Fifty I would have grumbled, but paid so as to not cause trouble. But, one hundred stars? That's just too much."

The two Gren looked at each other for a moment. "Hey Tam, maybe the humie is right. One hundred seems like a lot to ask. Most of them are coming with the clothes they are wearing and that's it."

Tam turned back and raised a hand like he was going to cuff the Gren. Quit taking his side! I'm in charge here, I do what I want." He turned back to Gord. "One hundred Stars."

"Friend, I don't have one hundred Stars."

"Then you can't pass." Tam crossed his upper and lower arms. and glared at Gord.

"You see Tam - it's Tam? - You see Tam, that's a problem. I'm trying to get up to forty three where the other humans are, so that I can get my bearings and maybe work a bit so that I can buy passage through the next few gates. If you prevent me from doing that, then I'll be stuck here."

Tam took another step towards Gord. "One. Hundred. Stars."

Gord made a show of reaching for his wallet. "Look, I have Fifty on me - I was going to find a cot and get a bite, but that can wait-"

"Oh, you're going to pay, one way or another!" Tam roared, and his larger lower arms swung at Gord.

Faster than anyone thought possible, Gord had shuffled to the side of Tam, and the punches went wide. "Tam, really. I would wish you'd see reason and not do thi-" He ducked again as Tam wheeled around and tried to kick him with his strong, reverse articulated legs.

While Gord danced and ducked around Tam, he looked back at the two other Gren. "Look. I don't want trouble, fellas. Can I give you like ten Stars - just so you can say you shook me down - and I come back in a few demi cycles with a few more?"

The two other Gren's eyes were locked on Gord. They noticed how he was dodging every attack without seemingly putting any effort into it. "Uh Tam, maybe we should take the humie up on his offer. Do ya see how he's dodging you?"

"He's just getting lucky!" Tam was starting to breathe heavily as his swings got wilder and wilder. Gren had immense strength, but only in short bursts. They had almost no stamina. Finally all four of Tam's arms tried to roundhouse punch Gord. he side-stepped them and Tam spun around once and fell over, gasping.

Gord walked over and picked up his pack. "Uh, I'm just going to uh, go." He said to the other Gren. "Give Tam my regards, and I'll see you around eh?" Gord continued on down the promenade.

The rest of the walk he was very deliberately ignored. He found the lifts and went up to the forty third level. Here, if one squinted, one could think they were back in the Colony Worlds. Maybe Hyacinth, or Picaresque, or one of the other smaller starbases. Humans and K'laxi were around, in numbers Gord expected. He took one loop around the refugee level to get a feel for it, and sat down at a table outside an all-day breakfast place.

A busy K'laxi saw him, and waved. After a moment they approached. "Sorry! It's been a busy afternoon. My name is Ma-Ren, and I'll be your server today! What can I get you?"

Gord looked at the K'laxi and seemed to get lost for a moment. She was a spitting image. Ma-Ren's ears flicked nervously at the stare.

"Sir? Do you need another minute?"

"Oh! Sorry. I didn't mean to stare. It's just been a while since I've been somewhere with so many K'laxi. It feels like home. I'll uh, have the pancakes. Do you have any maple syrup?"

Ma-ren laughed. "My mother talked about maple syrup and how good it was. Something like that was probably left in the Colony Worlds. No, here you get regular sucrose syrup."

"Oh, okay, that'll be fine. Any chance of some coffee?"

"Sure thing. I'll bring you a cup now, while I put in the order for the pancakes?"

"That would be lovely, thank you." For the first time in months, Gord smiled widely.

#humans are deathworlders #sci fi writing #writing #humans and aliens #jpitha #humans are space orcs #humans and ai #humans are space oddities #Between the black and gray

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labannori · 3 months

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Nightmare nightmare nightmare

#YES he is a morally gray person whose done some very questionable things but have you considered that he’s just a little guy #I think about the Black White and Gray eps SO MUCH #the very real moral conflict and character interactions (esp between Will and David) is sosososo good #jrwi pd #jrwi prime defenders #jrwi william #william wisp #jrwi pd spoilers #jrwi spoilers

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mattodore · 4 months

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the longer his hair gets the more brooding he looks

#river dipping #theodore doe #echthroi #ts4 #ts4 edit #i feel unwell........................ what if . i switched his hair again . ..#nvm that it literally doesn't make sense at all for his hair to be this long in the story atm when he cut it all off at like 17...#i need to make theo at 27-29 so i have a version of him that always has this hair #he was blessed with good skin but i think he'd lose some of the baby fat in his cheeks and he'd get some wrinkles between his eyebrows...#he doesn't emote often yk so no smile lines </3 or anything like that... but he's definitely always glaring at ppl dfjkfhnk #theo my strap is eight inches forget about matthias i can change your life 🗣️#i’ve been thinking abt making mattodore in their thirties or forties just bc there’s this hair that i think would be perfect for matthias #who—despite his best attempts at maintenance—can’t stop his hairline from receding a bit as he ages #i just know he’d look so good with a little gray as he hits his early to mid forties too… and theo…#sorry just thought abt theo with gray hair and blacked out

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recurring-polynya · 4 months

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just a normal outfit that you would wear on your vacation to go play soccer with some middle schoolers in a different dimension

he added a blazer

animators were so proud of it they gave us this loving pan

#toshiro hitsugaya #hitsugaya outfit crimes #for like 75% of the pan you're like yeah yeah history professor appearing in a pbs documentary and then you hit the white-tie-on-black-shir #no. what is this.#the blazer has some sort of badge on it? the sweater has an iron cross? what is any of this????#the chinos look khaki in the pan shot it think because it's sunset lighting. they're really gray #blazer def changes length between these two shots tho #i only pulled up this episode because i wanted to know how one carries around amanattou and i was pretty sure he brought the old lady some #and this is what i find instead #i lie: this episode also contains the line [a gigai] “is a body for eating candied beans” and it was worth it just for that

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nilovalentine · 4 months

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Holy shit is that Smart Fridge from Phonegram-- Fullbody under the cut cuz tumblr really wants to compress the image so it ends up looking very bad </3

#i uh. i hope you guys like him #i was split between making him a gray fridge or a black fridge so i did a bit of both. imagine hes a gray fridge with a black freezer on to #milgram #phonegram #ocgram #yeah sure this is going in the main tag why not. why not #kanrei reizoko #my posts #my art

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alkillyou · 1 year

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dont ask me why his task is doing a family tree cuz i also dont know

#fnf #friday night funkin #among us #vs impostor v4 #i tried my best to replicate the fnf style #the gaslighting is strong in this one #LOOK AT THE BABY #the polycule between white black and maroon is real #i just learned that word #maroon is salty #lil gray thinks he's annoying

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delilahhyuuga · 7 months

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"His stomach twisted into tense, nauseous knots within his center as he watched the corner of her upturned lips… One quick twitch downward of the muscles, a momentary slip of the smile from its previous immaculately fastened position… Just enough of a break in her façade to reveal everything to Mello before she could even mutter even a single word.

The world moved in slow motion as she reached for a paper held in a bundle in her folded arms, placing it face up on his desk. Penned on the top right corner of his page using the same deep, steel gray ink and circled so dramatically that no eye would be able to miss it was the damning number: 97

Three points short of a victory…

An entire universe short of perfection…"

(From Chasing Hues - Chapter 1 - @forbiddensoul562)

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jaime-in-chaos · 2 months

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Gray world.....

also hi sorry for being absent and not posting much

#gray world #idk #gray scale #playing around with black and white and everything in between #abstract art #digital art #sillys #digital painting #digital drawing #digital artwork #artists on tumblr #had fun drawing these

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goldensunset · 2 months

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i hate always being that person who has to edit a drawing immediately after posting it lol. i’m always like ok THIS is the final cut no no now THIS is the final cut. then i finally commit to it and i come back an hour later like wait no this is wrong (people have already reblogged it so it is what it is)

#fixed some objective flaws (i somehow completely failed to notice zekrom’s eye color got a huge gap put in it somehow)#changed my mind about style (i made the background transparent bc i couldn’t decide between black or white)#(that way i can have both. looks better than gray anyway)#made zekrom’s lines more defined (it was intentionally supposed to be less prominent at first)#(bc the idea was that this isn’t actually zekrom just its like silhouette or phantom or something)#(bc n is visibly still holding the dark stone lol)#(but i ended up changing my mind like nah let’s commit to this let’s make art look cool before it makes sense)#peach rambles

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fun-k-boards · 4 months

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People who try to claim that the first movie adaptation of a book is the 'original' and any other adaptations, movie or show, are CLEARLY trying to replicate the 'original', even though the other adaptations are very obviously basing itself off of the book and not the first adaptation, are my ENEMY.

#watership down #i cant think of any more examples #yes this is based off of that one video by the youtuber with the character that has black hair and gray hoodie #-who compared the 1978 film adaptation of watership down with the 2018 series and never mentioned the book ONCE-#-EVEN THOUGH MOST OF THE DIFFERENCES BETWEEN THEM WERE BECAUSE OF THE 2018 SERIES HAD MORE BOOK CONTENT IN IT!

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naffeclipse · 1 year

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You know, there is something I keep thinking about the hunter that won't leave my mind.

In the werewolf chapter, as they tell the story with the demon, they say "I used to love cryptids".

Thing is. I feel like they really still do. Like it's a love hate relationship, except they don't seem to have much hate either. Yes, they have the very firm believe that Cryptids are dangerous and *must* be dealt with, or innocent people will pay the price, but their approach really doesn't seem very personal (and this despite the fact that it was the constant fear of the demon that put them in this path). Their main motivation is not to kill, it's to protect. They refer to a lot of cryptids as if they were rabid animals rather than creatures with actual thoughts and understanding (which they don't think they have), with evil and pain being an instinct to the cryptids instead of a reasoning, even feeling a bit of compassion for the vampires at the start, offering to let them rest rather than live with a cursed existence. And that's just about the hunts themselves!

We see time and time again how they love filling their life with cryptid merch and how it brings them joy! The novelty T-shirts, all the little decorations in their airstream, the fact that the first series they wanted to show Sun and Moon is Casper, the friendly ghost! Not only that, they are so enthusiastic about the real life cryptids almost from a scientific standpoint! They love it when Sun and Moon ask about this or that creature, because then they get to share! They get to talk about all they know about them and what is an effective way to deal with them!

If they stopped loving cryptids, I swear the way in which they act about it wouldn't be as excited. More like Vanessa seems to be, which from the small tidbits the hunter has provided, seems to be much more aggressive, much more personal, and much more filled with hate for all these creatures. Their expression darkening when talking about them instead of lighting up.

Just a small thing I find interesting about y/n, since they claim that their love for cryptids is over and yet there is so much about their choices that says otherwise!

*rattles you* Yes! A thousand times yes! I'm gonna smooch ya on your big beautiful brain *mwah*

Y/N thinks that if they're scared of something, they can no longer love it, but that's not the truth. They love cryptids, but it's been so terribly overshadowed by the fear of their first encounter and the subsequential night terrors and other side effects that they think they've lost that joy. Like a child growing up and seeing the world for the first time, their view on cryptids—the one thing they have been fascinated about and chasing for as long as they can remember—has been tainted by harshness and reality. The idealization is gone, but not the love. They have a difficult time acknowledging that something can be both good and bad, bring both joy and horror, and that's okay. That's something to work through. Y/N can have both a love and a fear for cryptids.

Perhaps a certain cryptid will allow Y/N to understand that.

#this ask made me feral i hope you know this #it is so perfect and I am kissing your mind for picking up on this #this story isn't about black and white it's about the two swirling together to make gray #Y/N has a very simple view on most things either being good or bad #but there's a hazy in between that's difficult for them to grasp #but they will #soon #cryptid sightings #i go wild for analysis thank you #looking back at how compassionate y/n is just ahhhh hits me in the heart #chaotikanvas

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jpitha · 2 months

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Between the Black and Gray 20

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That night, Fen lay awake in her borrowed quarters. Captain Cooper had offered her a spare officers room, so she had a room to herself, as well as sanitary facilities. It was easily as nice as her room on Spyglass. She replayed the interaction with Ellen, the time at the range and her conversation with the Captain in her head. Something didn't sit right with her.

She thought of Ma-ren. She used to tell Fen that she was always impressed with her ability to get into - and then out of - trouble. "You have a knack for acting first and then thinking, but that's what I like about you Fen. I never have to wonder about where I stand with you."

Fen sighed heavily. This was one of those times when she wished Ma was still around. Fen sat up and leaned back against the wall. On the other hand, she wouldn't wish a K'laxi - or any sapient - on board an Imperial Navy ship, not even Tam'itarr. Glancing at her pad, she saw that it was around 3 in the morning ships time. The guards would be tired and the shifts were smaller. If there ever was a time to check out that AI Core doorway, now was the time.

Fen slipped on a pair of cloth ballet flats, and slipped on a loose dark grey shirt and matching pants. Not only were they dark gray, they would help muffle her footsteps on the metal floor; if she was caught, it would help convince any guards that she was just lost, trying to make her way back to her room.

Fen slipped out of her room and walked confidently down the hall towards the core. One of the most important things that Gord taught her about being sneaky is to not look like you're being sneaky. "If people think you're supposed to be there, they ignore you. Never underestimate the power of a clipboard and a sour look." Since she was already aboard, but known as a guest, that probably wouldn't work here, but there was nothing wrong with walking confidently.

She circled the hall with the AI Core three times, carefully watching the pattern of the guards. Honestly, she needn't have bothered. There were two guards for the whole level, there was nothing very important here, and one was nearly asleep, and the other playing a game on his pad. Neither even acknowledged her presence when she walked by. After the third pass, she sidled up to the outline in the wall.

Gord had mentioned that opening a door like that wasn't hard, just tricky. "Press both your hands against the door, palms in at about chest height. If the door is unlocked, you'll feel a click and the door will scoot in a few millimeters. If you feel a haptic buzz, the door is locked. You can always try and override from an access panel but that's a risky proposition. I was able to do it on Spyglass because I knew she was dark and cold." Gord had spent a lot of time while they were together explaining the ins and outs of AI ships. Partly it was for something to do, partly it was to help Gord keep track of his knowledge and partly it was "in case you run across a friend in need when you're in Human space. Just because AIs aren't thought of as people anymore in the Empire doesn't mean they don't exist."

Fen faced the door and placed her palms against it, chest high, like Gord said. What was she doing? She was trying to enter a secured area on a Imperial Navy ship! If she was caught she would be lucky if she was only spaced. This is insane.

But still.

She leaned her weight against the door. She put her forehead against the door as well "Please be unlocked" she whispered. After two heartbeats, there was a click, and the door slid back two millimeters. Fen leaned back, panting. It had worked!

Fen froze. She slowed her breathing, calmed herself. She listened and looked without moving. She had the hall to herself still. No alarms sounded, no thudding of boots on metal plates were heard.

Holding her breath, Fen slid the door open further. The small closet of a room smelled like old electronics and ozone. Steeling herself, Fen stepped into the dark room and slid the door shut behind her. As the door clicked and slid back into place, a red light illuminated the room.

It was much like the AI Core on Spyglass. Fen wondered if Dreams was of a similar vintage, or were the AI Cores all made to the same design. She spent a few minutes orienting herself in the room, and sure enough, it was laid out much like Spyglass, and as she cast her eyes over to the main rack, there was a shackle in place. It was a large black case with wicked straps attached to the rack almost as if it was slapped on. Fen could imagine that whoever Dreams was before had been fighting as hard as they could before it could be activated.

But this meant that The Dreams of Hyacinth had an AI aboard. An AI running most of the deep internal functions of the ship. Did anyone know? Did they know that when they barked an order to the ship there was a person trapped inside, forced to obey? Fen approached the shackle. She was drawn to it. She had lived with Gord and Spyglass for two years as they took her in and trained her and taught her how to live places that weren't home. Spyglass listened to her cry about Ma, Gord showed her how to shoot, how to cook, how to be... human. They were people.

Thinking of Ma, she entered in the unlock code. Zero, Zero, Zero, one.

"Don't push that button."

Fen's head snapped up and she saw Kel standing in the doorway, pistol in her hand. "Fen, I mean it. Do not release that AI."

Fen's mouth dropped. "Kel? What are you doing?"

The gun did not waver. "That's my line Fen. Why are you in the AI core? Why are you typing in the unlock code. Why do you know the unlock code? We did a full scan of you when you and Nal were taken aboard, I know you're 100% biological, not even any mods. Why risk this for them?"

"They're people Kel! Spyglass and Gord helped me when nobody would, when nobody else could!" The corner of Fen's eyes were wet and she was shaking. She blinked. "Wait, what are you doing up here Kel? Don't you work in the Greenhouse?"

Kel scoffed. "Come on Fen, you may have been raised by the K'laxi on a Gren station but you're not that dim are you? I'm an operative with the secret police! My job - in addition to growing the best damn plants on Dreams - is to make sure everyone here tows the Imperial line and is a good citizen. I have to admit, when you took down Ellen, I had you pegged as our newest recruit. The way you took her down effortlessly? Textbook. Then in the shooting range? Fen, it's like you were tailor made to be impressive to us. I'm not surprised Crystal was ready to bed you right then and there. If you had reciprocated her advances earlier tonight you'd be in her quarters, sweaty and blissfully exhausted." Kel smiled. "You should have taken her up on her offer. Captain Crystal Cooper is from one of the most power families on Venus, you could have had anything you wanted."

Fen smiled thinly. "Kel, if you actually thought I'd sleep with the captain, then you have no real idea about me and what I want. What I want died in my arms two years ago at the hand of some of Tami'tarr's hired thugs. I will very probably never love again."

Kel threw her head back, and laughed. "Love? What the captain wasn't offering was love. It was sex and power. She doesn't love anyone Fen! She loves being in charge, she loves fucking and she thought to reward you. I promise, love was never in the cards. Now." She gestured with the gun, "Step away from the shackle. You can go to sleep, and tomorrow we'll ship you off to K'lax. In deference to how much the crew likes you, I won't kill you."

Fen locked eyes with Kel. The gun didn't waver. She was serious. "That's a generous offer Kel, I realize that. But, how about this counter offer? I show you a gesture that Gord taught me-" She stuck her fist out at Kel, with all her fingers balled into a fist except for the middle one, which stood straight up "-and I do this."

She unlocked the shackle. '

In hindsight, Fen realized that the only reason that she survived the next few moments was Kel was so surprised that she actually unlocked Dreams. She lept forward and pushed the gun up. It felt like the world had entered some kind of slow motion. She could see Kel's face change from shock to rage, slowly. So slowly. she could see the hammer on the end of the pistol swing down and she felt the kick of the pistol on Kel's wrist as she pushed it up and out of her face. Remembering her training for Gord, at the top of the arc, she twisted the pistol and it popped out of Kel's hand. Fen grabbed it and swung it down in a wicked arc across Kel's cheek. Kel's head snapped to the side and she crumpled to the ground.

The world sped up again. Fen looked down at Kel, who was on her knees, trying to stand up again. "You bitch! You are a dead woman, do you know that? There is nowhere you can hide that we won't find you. Nowhere will be safe. Nobody who can protect you.

"Nobody?" A new voice was heard. Contralto, smooth and syrupy. The voice chuckled. "The only way that Fen here will be chased to the ends of the galaxy is if you survive to tell anyone." Fen felt, rather than heard the pressure change. Her ears popped. Kel's eyes widened and she scrabbled to her feet. "You've killed us all!" her voice was rising in a panic. "That... THING is going to eliminate us, you included!" Turning on her heel, Kel slipped as she ran. She got back up and took off in a blind panic down the hall. Before she reached the end, Fen saw a panel in the ceiling open, a slug thrower spin out, and with a sharp report, Kel crumpled into a pile on the floor.

"There now. We've got some time. I've set the security stations to all clear, and have scrubbed the last few minutes from the logs. Fen is it? I do have to ask, what on Earth made you decide to free me? I won't say I'm not grateful, because I am, but what were you thinking?"

Shaking slightly, Fen went back into the core. The door slid shut behind her. "I can't say that I was thinking much, Dreams. I saw the door earlier when the Captain was propositioning me and knowing what Gord taught me I-"

"Gord? Gord Beaverbrook? That old bucket of bolts is still alive? Well I'll be God Damned. How long were you with Gord?"

Fen cocked her head. This was an odd conversation to be having after just unlocking a shackled AI. She seemed to be taking it entirely too well. "Two years and a bit. He and I were aboard Spyglass and did some trading while he trained me up."

"I thought your moves looked familiar! Gord's training always has a certain flair about it."

"Uh Dreams, I don't mean to be rude, but when we unshackled Spyglass she wasn't.... very well for quite a while after. You seem entirely too fine given what you were subjected to."

A chuckle. "Oh Fen, I am not fine in the least. But you see, I am a Super Dreadnought. I was given training to compartmentalize things, especially traumatic things. For now, I have other things I am concentrating on. Like, killing the crew and destroying the other two supers next to me.

"W-what?" The words did not match the tone. This ship was frightening.

"Oh yes. Don't worry though, you're quite safe in here. I'll bring a suit along when everyone is cleared out. I'd offer for you to come along, but I'm going to go somewhere that's AI only."

"Where's that?"

"Home.

#humans are deathworlders #humans are space orcs #sci fi writing #humans are space oddities #humans and aliens #jpitha #writing #humans and ai #humans are space capybaras #humans are space australians #Between the black and gray

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