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cheemken · 8 months

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Hey knight you know that lil rebellion AU I made up a while ago? How do you think the rest of the Champions worlds would go? Like do you think Leon survived the beginning of the darkest day? Or did everyone in Galar (and the rest of the world) just die right away. Or what about Cynthia? I honestly don’t know much about the Diamond and Pearl games so idk what would happen

I can vouch for the Sinnoh games bc I honestly don't like them much and didn't pay much attention to it other than my precious Torterra, Drasil <3

Also is this the au where the champs died and suddenly their alt versions got transported to their world after their deaths?

But anyways if it is, I do wanna say that in that lil au, both Cyrus and Cynthia were dragged to the Distortion World by Gira, and Dawn wasn't fast enough to save Cynthia, trapping Cy and Cyn w Giratina. And like, Gira was just stalking the both of them maybe, within the shadows she watches the two descend to madness, or maybe Gira did kill Cyrus in front of Cynthia, while Gira's there looking down on Cynthia, a spitting image of that wielder from centuries ago.

And like, imagine how much that'd fuck up Dawn tho, bc along w the Galactic grunts and admins, she saw what happened to both Cyn and Cy, she wasn't fast enough to take Cynthia's hand to pull her back to safety, and she blamed herself for Cynthia's death. Didn't help how the Sinnohan people not only blamed Galactic, but blamed Dawn as well. Fucking imagine how much that'd really fuck her up, imagine the Sinnohan people blaming a teenager for the death of their champion. Dawn didn't leave her home, she's afraid of the judgement of the people, blaming herself as well for what happened to Cynthia even tho it wasn't her fault. Years upon years being tormented by the nightmares of Cynthia's death, Lucas and Barry were getting worried about her, but even then it wasn't enough to truly help Dawn move on from both her grief and her self hatred.

Suddenly Cynthia shows up, it caused an uproar in Sinnoh, they all rejoiced their Champion is back. Cynthia, ofc that wasn't the Cyn in their universe, they didn't know that, she was confused as fuck. And suddenly she hears word of the people of Sinnoh voicing their hatred over Dawn, how they knew despite Dawn's leaving her to die, Cynthia would still rise from the ashes. Cynthia was even more confused, she has to find out what's going on, and what better way than to find Dawn herself. When she got to Twinleaf Town, she knocked on Dawn's door, hoping to see the bright young girl she grew attached to like a little sister, her protege along with Iris, when the door opened she finally saw her, but no she wasn't the same girl with light in her eyes.

Dawn was taller, but looked more tired, her hair was a mess, she looked like she hasn't ate in months, and she looked at Cynthia as if she's seen a ghost.

"Dawn? What happened to you—" but as Cynthia reached out to comfort Dawn, she started trembling, taking a few steps back, shaking her head, almost muttering to herself.

"no, no, no, please.. please, I'm sorry.. I'm so sorry, stop it please, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.." she muttered under her breath like a mantra, and Cynthia didn't hesitate on pulling her close, asking her what's going on, and Dawn just sobs out, apologizing she wasn't fast enough to save her, then going on how Cynthia just wouldn't stop haunting her every day since the past ten years, and god that also fucked up Cynthia. Instead of prying more answers from Dawn, she ended up comforting her, this world was.. something else for Cynthia, but right now her priority is taking care of Dawn.

As for Leon,, that moment with Eternarus, my guy none of them wouldn't have survived that hahah Leon, the kids, and Rose especially, like these mfers would be dead. And they mourned for their champion, mourned for the children, they don't know if they should mourn Rose or not, as he's the one responsible for those deaths. The people blamed him, and Rose didn't even know what to feel, even as he's now behind bars. If alt Leon gets transported to that world, imagine how he'd react knowing Hop is dead.

Hop was Leon's entire world, his little brother who always looked up to him, and suddenly he finds out Hop is dead, his world fucking shattered. Imagine him just low-key losing it tho hahah like going around Galar, looking for answers, but everyone's so shocked that their champion has risen from death, he's been dead for years. That only gave him more questions, so he ended up looking for Sonia. God just bcmxbcndnd your honour pls I'm sorry but I'm still lionheart trash, imagine Sonia deep in her studies, she's grown more tired too, then suddenly she looks up and sees Leon standing there. During the first few years, Sonia would always see glimpses of Leon and even Hop and Gloria in her lab, hallucinations really, as she was drowned in grief at losing Leon and even Hop and Gloria. So seeing Leon in the flesh again, she payed no mind, it's just her mind playing tricks on her again after all these years.

And just chmdbd imagine hckdhdnd imagine Leon approaching Sonia, placing a hand on her shoulder, and Sonia actually stops what she's doing, eyes wide, brimmed with tears. He's real. She looks up at Leon, lips quivering, unsure what to say. Leon looked at her worried, asking if she was alright, but before he could ask more, Sonia tackles him to the ground, crying her heart out as she clings to him, going on how happy she was that he's there, that he's real, that she could actually feel him, that he wasn't just another figment of her imagination. And so, he gave her comfort, the questions can wait.

#lionheart hits a bit diff for me ngl its just soooooo #like ik leons in a poly w sonia rai and nes but like vcnmdnd #lionheart just hits diff hahaha #but like yeah this is the right au yeah???#if not just tell me hahah #pokemon champions #pokemon au #an ask and an answer #jerseyk112 #rebellion au

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stickycollectorunknown · 1 year

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A wtfuture au where edd got fed up with tords bullshit and made a rebellion against him because to quote him

"He fucked with my bread and butter so am fucking with his!"

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#rebellion au #eddsworld au #eddsworld edd #wtfuture #wtfuture au #eddsworld #eddsworld future edd

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twoeyedshockwave-lol · 10 months

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Necessities (WIP FOR NOW.)

-this is an autodale au where a small rebellion group that operated in secret in order to not be discovered by the town. Will they succeed in their attempt to break free from their dystopia? Or will they be discovered and slaughtered like the rest of them?

Tw: blood, cussing (not so heavy on cursing but it's still there), a hostage situation, mentions of massacre, weapons (knifes, axes, guns, things like that), some body horror (it's not gonna be bloody body horror if that's what ur worried abt), and worst of all my OCs.

-this is a sfw fic but only in the aspect of not having any sexual themes, so yeah.

Written by twoeyedshockwave-lol

"Dear citizens of autodale. We hear your concerns of the sudden disappearances of relatives or close friends. We also hear your concerns of other citizens acting strange or frantic or even hostile to you. If you encounter a person like this then please report them to authorities immediately for they can serve a purpose on finding these people who have gone missing. This matter will be resolved in a quick and timely manor, we are truly sorry citizens of autodale and we will find the lost citizens at once. This concludes our psa."

A lone figure walks the sidewalks in the dead of night, he caries grocery bags full of food as he follows the sidewalk illuminated by the slender and tall street lamps. Then a metal clamping noise trotted behind him getting louder and louder every step. The man came to a halt and the noise did too, "greetings citizen." The thing said in a welcoming and robotic manor. The man turned around in a quick manor, his black fedora covered most of his hair and his mask was pure white with a gleeful smile plastered on to it. "Ah. Yes hello." The man responded to the thing in a cheerful tone but truly he was aggravated by the voice of that dreadful thing. The thing was a handyman. A robot with a boxy structure and skinny arms with only one purpose, to protect and to kill. "I see it's a late-night run to the store citizen." It said while turning its head to the grocery bags in the man's hands. The man tapped his foot and dryly chuckled, "ah well, my wife really wanted her confort food so one late trip wouldn't hurt, would it?" He said in a chipper tone when really under his thin patience was the urge to leave that horrid thing. The handyman then turned his attention to the man again, "have you noticed anything rather strange lately citizen?" The robot asked. The man's patience was wearing by the second. "Ah, no sir. I'm glad you asked though, I appreciate the heartfelt things that you do to help our people survive." The man pushed out his response. "Why thank you citizen." The handyman delighted. The man then turned around and started to walk in his previous direction. "Wait citizen." The handyman halted the man by grabbing his shoulder. The man's patience was wearing faster by the handyman's action "y-yes sir?"He gulped in his anger, he just wanted to go home. "Be...safe citizen."The handyman said in a delayed manor, as if the thing was hesitant. "Oh. Thank you sir." The man said on a relieved tone, the handyman then let go of the man's shoulder and sent him on his way. Another pair of clamping then approached the handyman. "Anything strange?" The other handyman conversed. "I would keep a close eye on that citizen. Something is off about him." The handyman said while staring at the man speed walking away from the scene.

The man then arrived home and unlocked the door to his one-story home. "Papa!" A little girl cheered while running to her father. "Erica!" He cheered while letting his daughter hug him. Then a woman with beautiful features walked to him and hugged him. "Thank you love." She hummed and took some of the groceries from him. "And these are for the others I believe?" She smiled, the man nodded and removed his mask. Under his mask was a round face with a set of beautiful green eyes. His cheeks were a flush of red at this moment due to his encounter with the handyman. "I may need help carrying these things to them." He sighed, the little girl then lit up and jumped around, "Can I help?! Please please please please please please!?" She begged and jumped happily. "Of course of course! Just be careful okay?" The man chuckled seeing his daughter jumping around happily at his answer. They both carried the grocery bags, the man carrying the more heavy ones and his daughter carrying the smaller ones.

They both enter their small backyard with a small and lonesome shed that sat in the middle, the man opened the shed doors to reveal a lot of gardening supplies and a single sheet covering a lump in the middle. The man kicked the sheet away and his daughter closed the doors to the shed behind her. Under the sheet was a manhole, he opened it and jumped down it with groceries in hand. The sewers were completely dark until he reached for a switch on the side of the tunnel. He swiched it on which made the sewers illuminate rainbow lights that guided them to a door at the end. His daughter then jumped down and he caught her. "Rainbow tunnel!" Her laugh echoed through the tunnel. They both walked to the door which had a do not enter sign on it. "You may do the honors, Erica." The man smiled. Erica then knocked in a rhythmical pattern and waited at the door. Then the door was answered. The door creaked open slowly. A man poked his head out the door slightly. "Oh! Hi Erica!" The mysterious man said in a gleeful voice. He then opened the door fully, he was wearing a grey fedora but his hair was visible, his eyes gleamed in the rainbow lights and he had an inviting smile on his face. "Hi, Mr. Charles! This is for you!" She gave him the grocery bags full of goodies. "Oh! Are you sure? This is very thoughtful of you Erica!" He said but his attention was quickly turned to her father. "Are you sure Mr felicity? This is a lot for the group." Charles was anxious about this offer. "Charles, this is the least we can do. You are doing a wonderful deed for future generations. When I say this is the least we can do, this is the least we can do for you guys." Mr Felicity grinned and Charles couldn't help but shed a tear of joy. "Oh uhm, my goodness thank you then. This truly helps a lot." Charles wholeheartedly thanked Mr felicity. Charles then sent them on their way back up and close the door to the hideout. He looks at the flag hung up at the back wall and looks down at the multiple bags of food he's holding. "For future generations." He mumbles and looks back at the flag. The flag is stained red and in the middle Is a logo of a mask broken perfectly in half. "For future generations...I like the ring of that." Charles repeated to himself and a warm smile crept on his face.

"Shadow? Shadow wake up. Shadow?" The voice of a woman repeated over and over again until finally the man wakes up. He opens his eyes to reveal a soft glow that emits from his robotic pupils. "Ah goodmorning...or I should say afternoon shadow." The voice taunted him, shadow groaned and lays back down on his dirty mattress. "What do you think your doing shadow? You've slept enough for today." The voice reminded shadow in a slightly annoyed tone. Shadow then got up and tapped the temple of his head. "sorry hive." He muttered, his voice was deep and he had a slight Scottish accent. "No matter, but hurry and freshen up. We have a situation we need for you to attend." Hive encouraged shadow. He looked at the clock attached to his baren walls, it was 5 pm. Shadow mustered enough strength to get out of bed, he then stood in his cluttered room. His carpet littered with cigar buds and stained with alcohol. He stopped cleaning his room a long time ago. Shadows room looks like a hoarders room with all the clutter, and it reeks in there too.

-sorry for the abrupt end lol, this is still a wip but I've been itching to post this for a while. The whole fic will be out shortly once I finish it 😭 feel free to comment suggestions or criticism :D

#autodale #friendly shadow #dead sound #alternate universe #fanfic #rebellion au #current wip #wip

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reginarubie · 11 months

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Last chapter of WOI is up (you can read it HERE) whilst under the cut is actually the trailer of the coming sequel WADOW (wolves and dragons of winter)

Thank you for sharing this journey with me, I have had so much fun and honestly could not have done it without you all. Even just one small comment — months between updates — have been enough to keep my motivation to write this fic and bring it to completion.

Thank you for all your kind words and support. I am sorry some of you found Lyanna’ character distasteful, but I think it was very relatable and plausible for the circumstances and her age (I find that most fan-characterisation of her make her sound too mature for her age).

Hope you enjoyed the road until here, and to see you soon for the sequel or any other of my stories you particularly like.

As always sending all my love ~G.

Ps. Under the cut the trailer of WADOW

Nineteen years have passed since Avaelya of House Targaryen became Avaelya Stark, lady of Winterfell and later princess consort in the North. After two years of war she and Brandon had found their way home again, and now, seventeen years later everything is about to change again.

The Iron throne is calling. Aegon is of age now, has been for a while, and Robert has almost worked the Realm to the ground with his economy of the costly tournaments and whores and banquets while the people have almost less the nothing once winter come.

In the North the Enemy still slumbers but for how long still? The Realm needs to present an united front against It when the real cold comes.

It is time for the wolves and dragons of winter to raise from the late summer snows and take the Realm by storm.

Winter is coming, and it’s coming with Fire and Blood.

#WOI #avaelya/brandon #winds of ice #Wind of ice #rebellion au

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auideas · 2 years

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"What are you rebelling against?" his fingers curled tightly around their unironed lapel. "...Well, what have you got?"

The Never Book

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chrisrin · 22 days

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HE'S GONNA STEAL--NOT JUST YOUR HEART--BUT EVERYTHING YOU OWN AS WELL!!!

#chrisrin doodles #grian #mcyt #persona 5 #hermitcraft #i should probably come up with a name for this au?#anyways GRIAN!#i didn't have a firm persona in mind for him #but i was thinking about maybe someone like artful dodger?#from oliver twist #ill be frank i know nothing about the novel #i was just looking last night for famous thieves but specifically like #very sterotypical pickpockets/classic thieves #not very gentleman-y at all #he's probably a wind user #super quick on his feet #he does not have a gun he just throws explosives #if youre wondering about his outfit i think it's VERY fitting for grian to have his ideal version of 'rebellion'#be literally like. a petty robber who causes absolute chaos #he still has his shackles on #theyre broken #he just got out of jail #he's going to rob another bank #he's going to be a Fucking Menace #and no one can stop him #his codename i think would change every single time #scar just calls him something new every time they go in #and the rest of the thieves just roll with it

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tezzbot · 11 months

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And if I started working on my mlp rebellion au again what then...........

#tezztalks #rebellion au #i think taht was the tag lol #1 sec I'll check #it is whew

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theprofessionalpromptmaker · 5 months

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Person A is a demon summoned and contracted to be an executioner for the current ruler. Person B is a witch who works with the rebel group fighting against the ruler’s tyrannical reign, and who gets sent to poison the executioner, but upon seeing that Person A is a demon, they instead steal the artifact the contract is linked too, forcing Person A under their control. Person A doesn’t care who they work for as long as their deal is upheld by whoever holds their artifact - their payment for their services.

#mod poss #creative writing #writing prompt #writing #prompt #fanfic prompt #fanfiction prompt #story prompt #creative writing prompt #ficinsp #alternate universe #plots and prompts #supernatural au #fantasy au #demon au #witch au #exectioner au #rebellion au #contract au

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kaioken16 · 2 years

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Keeping Hope

MallekWeek 2022 Day 4 - Angst

Rating T

Word count: 2280

Character(s): Mallek Adalov, Dammek, background characters, MSPA reader, Original characters

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Summary: Mallek must deal with the loss of his friends after their base is hit by an imperial attack.

A/N: Sam is a headcanon name I have for the 'MSPA reader' instead of referring to them as the player.

You can hear your heart beating out of your chest, soreness running throughout your legs as you run through the destruction and debris. You ignore all the pain in your body, wiping some of the blood off your face.

You frantically scan the area but all you can see are flames raging, rumble, and a few corpses. Carefully examining them all, praying to whatever monster, god, or being that you wouldn't find their bodies.

Why…

Why did it have to come to this?

All your planning, all the strategies, and yet they all failed. Your allies, some good people, friends even were all around you lying in their own blood, body parts all over the place, as they were slowly burning.

You yell out, your voice echoing, it’s the only voice you can hear.

Dry coughs roll from your mouth, as you cover it. The air was thick with smoke that was stinging your eyes, making them water.

You scream, cry out, and make any noise you can possibly make, hoping for a response from someone.

Without warning you trip over some rocks, falling forward and hitting the ground. You grunt out in pain, as you were forced to stop, causing you to feel the pain across your body. You had kept yourself moving on pure adrenaline but now you weren’t moving and the pain came rushing back.

Still, you refuse to stop, gathering the little strength you have, and climbing back to your feet.

Your legs feel heavy, like jelly but you manage to stand back up and start moving again, trying to regain your previous momentum but you’re moving even slower.

You search another area, coughing, making a turn when you hear the distant voices. Just then a flicker of hope fills you, making your way in that direction. You can’t see anything, barely making out the images far ahead of you.

“Anyone?! Hello!”

“Is anyone still out there?!”

“Help!”

You hear several voices, about 3 of them shouting all at once. Perhaps it was them, maybe they were okay and unharmed. You frantically make your way to them…

To your dismay, it wasn’t them.

You stand before three of your fellow comrades, members of the resistance like you. They were injured like you, bleeding profusely, scared, and confused just like you.

“Mallek?! W-what happened, where i-is?!”

“A-are you o-okay?”

“We w-were attacked?!”

“Have you seen Sam or Zack?”

“N-no?! We can’t find anyone…”

“Is e-everyone dead?”

No.

There was no way you would expect that.

Never…

It was supposed to be a normal day. Just typical freedom fighting and surviving another night. It was without warning when the base was attacked by imperial forces, a bomb had been dropped on the base, resulting in a massive explosion. Many squadrons were off base, or on missions when the explosion hit, but there were still over 60 members inside the building when they were attacked.

Mallek was here with two of his close friends, he was working on deciphering some recently acquired data from a previous mission when the bomb hit them. He was luckily saved by some debris that acted as a shield for him when he woke to see most of the base in ruins, the walls and ceiling had crumbled around him, and he could hear the noises of destruction, and distant wails.

Before concerning himself with his own injuries, he immediately went searching for Zack and Sam as they were in the base when it had been hit. He was hoping that they were ok, and at the very least in a similar condition to him, and just slightly injured and nothing too life-threatening. They weren’t like the trolls, and without their special powers, they couldn’t survive such a violent explosion…

Mallek continues searching, screaming out their names as it echoes throughout the area. To his disappointment he only found more bodies, a few injured rebel members, they were his comrades but at this moment he was focused on finding those two, he just needed to see them, to see that they were alright, that they were safe and unharmed. He wasn’t going to lose them.

Just then he comes across a friend.

He finds Dammek struggling to pull an unconscious troll from underneath some rumble, trying with all his strength to lift the debris off of them. His clothing was soaked by his bronze blood, torn all over, and his sunglasses were missing but on closer inspection, he had shards of black glass on the right side of his face, they must’ve been shattered in the blast.

Just as Dammek feels his grip slipping, he catches the sound of Mallek approaching him, as he grabs the injured troll’s arms and drags him out from the rumble that Dammek was holding up, finally allowing him to drop it. He stumbles back on his butt, exhausted, catching his breath as he looks over to Mallek and then the unconscious troll.

“Thanks…” Dammek’s voice was weak, panting as it was difficult to breathe properly with all the smoke.

“It’s fine.” Mallek responds, panting as well as he was tired. Honestly, he was hoping that it was Sam or Zack that Dammek was helping but no such luck.

“We need to contact the others… Send medical help here. Before the imperials send their drones.” Dammek says, slowly getting to his feet.

“We need to re-establish communications with the other rebels immediately.” He added looking at Mallek directly, before looking at the other troll, there were many more injured like them.

“First I need to find Zack and Sam.” Mallek starts to walk off but is stopped by Dammek who grabs his arm.

“Hey, hey. Didn’t you hear me? We need to help everyone who's injured. I need everyone who is able-bodied to find any supplies and find a way to contact the others. I need you…” Dammek glares at him with a serious look.

“I have to find them!” Mallek shouts at him, pulling his arm away from Dammek’s grip.

“Look around you!” Dammek snapped back at him, everything was in chaos and they needed to help everyone who was still alive and search for survivors.

“I know you’re worried. But we need to search for anyone who needs help, and get medical aid here right now.” Dammek understood how worried Mallek was but this wasn’t the right time for it.

“Please… Just help me out, let’s get the communications back online, and find as many survivors as we can.” Dammek sighs, holding his forehead, he was feeling a little dizzy.

Mallek can see that Dammek is injured too, and he’s desperate for help and Mallek had to help him out, as frustrating as it was he would have to help with these two tasks before searching for Sam and Zack. He then gently places his hand on Dammek’s shoulder and pushes back slightly so he sits back on some debris.

“Alright… I’ll try and connect the servers if they're still intact, and find anyone who's still alive.” Mallek accepts knowing this reassures Dammek, and deep down he had to be practical and logical in this situation, and chances are he would find them more likely with more people.

“Thank you. I’ll try and look for-” Dammek was about to offer to help search for the others too, but Mallek stopped him.

“Rest for a bit. The last thing we need is you passing out… You’re better at this leader thing after all.” Mallek tells him as he starts heading to the location of where the servers would be while searching for more stragglers.

Several hours later, and during his search he found a few more survivors, injured but still alive. They managed to gather up what they could salvage, raise communications for rescue and flee to another location away from their destroyed base where they would be retrieved by their friends. Thankfully they were able to evacuate all the survivors before the drones arrived to finish them off. There were still many missing, and several more dead, not to mention the resources, data, and equipment that they lost in the explosion.

They managed to create a perimeter around the site to prevent it from being seized by the imperials. So the rebels were free to clear the wreckage, search for any lost survivors and retrieve the bodies of their fallen friends.

Mallek was taken for treatment for his injuries and of course, he wanted to get back out there and search for his friends. But Dammek made sure that he was treated first. They continued to search and retrieve for a few days.

Unfortunately despite the extensive search, there was no sign of either Zack or Sam, no bodies. They were missing, or so they initially assumed. Six people were missing, there was no sign of them, they had disappeared from the site.

45 dead…

That was too high a number.

Pilots, fighters, technicians, friends…

Good people, people who wanted their freedom, to help others, and to be treated like equals.

It wasn’t fair…

That was one of the thoughts running through Mallek’s mind, but life had always been rather unkind, how long would this war continue?

How many more lives would be lost?

How many more friends would he lose?

Mallek was devastated, on one hand, it was a relief that they weren’t dead, but it was more terrifying and confusing as to where they are and what happened to them. As these questions raced through his mind, he was hoping, praying that they were safe and alive wherever they were. And his hate towards the empire became even more intense, once again they had taken away something precious from him…

(Several months later)

Mallek was typing away at his control desk, he was wearing a visor and headset as he was guiding a group of rebels through an imperial base. There were various images on his multiple screens, from the team’s location, the layout of the facility they were infiltrating, and their escape route on standby. A few weeks after the bombing, the rebellion learned that the six missing members including Sam and Zack were taken from the base moments before the explosion, imperials got into the base when they set off the bombs.

It was a distraction to take these individuals and hide the evidence. While the group recovered from their loss, a secondary mission was to locate the stolen members and bring them back safely if they were still alive. Mallek was relentless in his search, every database, any system, any news on two aliens being held by imperial forces. After all, both were considered highly ‘valuable’ items due to their blood being candy red. A fact that sickened Mallek which is why he always worried about them being captured by the highbloods who would bleed them dry and they had information that was greatly desired by the empire for their strange abilities…

They scanned every facility and trailed every rumor or news. This prison facility was the latest stop in their search, but the higher-ups were clear to Mallek and his unit, he would be given limited resources to search for them as they had other priorities and missions to uptake, and Mallek understood that, so he was given a small team who raid these areas in between missions. This would be the seventh facility in their search. Mallek was still hopeful that they would find them, because it was all he had left, having hope that they would still be alive.

– snakeBytes opened a private chat to Delta unit –

SB: alright, i'm sending you the schematics for the west wing; that's where the prisoners are being held; SB: the security system and the drones, should be down now, thanks to the virus i uploaded; SB: so you'll have to deal with the guards on site;

RF: Thanks for intel. RF: We let you know if we find anything or run into trouble.

FF: just make sure our exit point is still secured…

SB: don’t worry; SB: just do your job and i’ll do mine;

Mallek continues observing the situation, making sure the security system doesn’t override his hacking program, it wouldn’t be too long before the system would identify him and try and fight the program. His eyes keep shifting to all the screens, on the desk beside his arm was an old photograph consisting of Mallek, Diemen, Tyzias, Sam and Zack, and many others. It was a commemorative photo that members of the rebellion took back during its early days when they had a few members.

His expression changed, and his eyes narrowed as his gaze is fixed on his lost friends. For a moment he rubs his eyes as looking at screens for a long period always strained, and that would be an appropriate excuse. But he wasn’t just closing his eyes because he was tired, he didn’t want the tears to flow, hope was all he had left but in these last few months, that hope was dwindling with each trail that found ran cold. Every lead turned up with nothing and it was becoming harder and harder to stay positive.

He was afraid that he would hear the news that he didn’t want to hear. That after all their searching, all their efforts, they would only have dead bodies.

He was just tired, and sad… He missed his friends, and he couldn’t help but blame himself for that day. His self-loathing and guilt only fuelled his work harder, creating new viruses, hacking more systems, and developing more software to ensure they would never be ambushed like that again, and that they wouldn’t lose any more lives or any more friends.

“Never again.”

#MallekWeek2022 #mallekweek #Mallek Adalov #fanfiction #fanfic #hiveswap fanfic #hiveswap #mallek week 2022 #angst #canon divergent au #hurt/comfort #I really like writing stuff for this specific AU #imperial vs rebels #rebellion au

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