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I've got one for ya. What were the first kisses in the N/V/Uzi relationship like. Uzi and N first, Uzi and V's first, and V and N's first.
(Bonus points for V and N's first kiss at the manner for some bittersweet angst)
Also, good golly gumdrops, love your stuff, even if you don't answer this one, still gonna keep enjoying
oh oh i love these kinds of ideas :"D tho it takes a bit of brain power to think of a good scene uhm.... lessee....
Ok so first up, although im still waiting for a canon first kiss for NUzi- since they are a thing now, i still like to think of something separate for my own version- [since obviously the main show isn't going towards a poly dynamic lmao]
See, we all know that the show is fast paced and its hard to find any empty spaces between each event, hell it almost feels like earth was blown apart and the DDs were on copper 9 the next day, Liam we need a fucking timeline order. 🙄 soooooo i personally like to imagine that there's a lot more time between events than is shown in the actual show. like- lets maybe put a few days between Uzi administrating N and V and the arrival of J and Cynessa- like.... maybe lets put a few NIGHTS between that??? what's the freaking rush 😭
But anyway yeah- i would put the first NUzi kiss somewhere around betwenn the camp and the flashback eps probably :p my idea would be that since the camp incidents, Uzi would be having a lot of bodily changes to deal with, one of which being her inability to tolerate the sun much anymore. other things would probably be the growth of literal flesh and blood and bones inside of her and lets make this morbid by adding her throwing up blood but keeping it a secret from everyone :p she may sneak back to the other two at night and stay with them- clearly shaken up- [V probably also being shaken up because on one hand she's terrified of seeing this transformation take place- but at the same time, she clearly cares enough about Uzi AND Ns happiness...] asking for help and advice- and the 3 grow closer during this. They practice with her for flying or controlling her tail- maybe some stuff on her control on oil hunger too. she probably also gets some fighting, sneaking and sparring practice with V-
//insert one of those cheesy moments where V riles up Uzi enough to tag her on the snowy ground but then realizes its the same position she got V in her solver!mode and starts panicking and pushing herself back- V getting back up and asking what the heck was that and Uzi just saying she doesn't want to hurt her and V is an insensitive jerk for making her spar with her in the first place and tries to fly away to calm down-..... which probably just ended with her falling face first in the snow and a lecture from both N and V.
overall they all started subconsciously getting even closer. tbh there's so many things i could add here but i gotta keep it a few NIGHTS not a few MONTHS until the next event 😭
either way during this i guess N and Uzi could have maybe ended up alone at some point- maybe after a flying lesson having gone right and they were a little too happy on top of a building or upturned bus or something lol- i imagine after a hug maybe Uzi asks if she could kiss N but quickly backtracks saying nvm it was stupid or something but N softly says its okay- //probably picks her up too, adding to her embarrassment- cuz she's short lmaooooo// and Uzi just decides to give a small unsure smooch- but decided to make it not too long. they decided to just hug after that to not let the other see them blushing like hell 😭 [also they didn't really decide anything after this cuz they are idiots????😭😭😭]
but anyway for the Vuzi first kiss i have no idea if or when V would return if she's been set to remain alive in the canon- but for me its probably when she appears again in her normal form, as herself. not a clone. Alice isn't alive to take the cores and make them sluggish with heat and the sentinels wouldn't have a chance against the solvers centipede lookin ass form.
Anyway if we consider that one way or another Uzi, N and V will meet up again, [and N and Uzi preferably get to share a better kiss this time-] the first thing Uzi is doing is landing a swift punch in Vs face and then kissing the daylights out of her- //confusing herself and everyone in the area in the process including V herself...// overall she would scold V on the whole "i trust you" shtick and leaving them alone- but yeah :p [ keep in mind that im also considering a few nights between when J and Cynessa show up and when they decide to actually go and find and search the labs, because PLOT REASONS :D ]
as for the first Envee kiss- ill do you one better and make it more angsty and say that N and V used to always spend time with each other and do silly things like hold hands in secret or send internal chat messages to eachother, draw and read books together- maybe N used to put flowers for her sometimes. But at some point a certain little corrupted drone started feeling possessive of her favorite "big brother" figure not spending time with her anymore...
one time, N had asked V if he could kiss her and at that they were both blushing messes but before V could respond they get interrupted- maybe by someone giving them orders or maybe by Cyn. either way, V quickly whispers to him "later, i promise" with a smile, making N happy and giddy. but the later never comes... V becomes comatose soon after... N sadly reading books to her and sometimes whispering to her to wake up and that she still has to keep her promise...
anyway after all things are said and done in the future and the solver is defeated- whether they are still living on copper 9 or any other planet idk- N, V and Uzi are all close, but since both N and V are close to Uzi, they also start spending more time with each other too. maybe one time on a walk or going out and about N was able to catch up with V and they reminisce about old memories they can now remember; and when V was finally able to open up a bit to N, he mentions that he still remembers the promise and asks her if he could kiss her again and she lets him.
and thaaaats all the brain power i have for tonight... i think... hope it made yall smile or cry or idk something lmao. :")
#snowballflo#snow rambles#murder drones#nuzi#vuzi#nuziv#envuzi#biscuitbites#violetviolence#violentbitingbiscuits#uzi doorman#serial designation n#serial designation v#envy#envee#goldenmemories
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I’m still mourning for what we could’ve had: Nori being a goth mom and Khan being a cool dad
#my art#comic#doodles#the dress design is based on Nori’s heart with the romantic goth aesthetic cosmetics#drawing her with different dress as if she’s a dress up doll#also I would absolutely love the idea of them being badass couple but also annoying parents to Uzi#and at the same time those are something Uzi would take after when she’s with N#murder drones#md#khan doorman#khan#nori#nori doorman#uzi doorman#Uzi#I crave badass married couple#the older the better#khan x nori#nori x khan
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...how did Uzi die in your Ghost Drone AU?
Oh my god. I never thought anyone would ask. I usually have thirty five facts about my AUs, and no one ever asks. This is going to be a simplified version, and I’m sorry if I sound insensitive about this.
Basically, some time after N and Uzi's wedding (probably around the same time they decided Let's Be Parents), Uzi got sick. Like, unusually sick for a drone.
Eventually, when she started coughing up red stuff and made things implode or melt with her powers whenever she tried to use them, they (which does include V) realized that The Solver had something to do with it.
The trio spent a good few months trying to figure out a way to either get rid of It or stop whatever It was doing completely, only to turn up empty handed. In the end, as It made Its final efforts to to take over her body, Uzi came up with one last plan: she would be killed, and her core would be destroyed.
And seeing as they split off from V during this particular search... that only left N to do it. Unfortunately, his laser cannon suffered a rare freak malfunction right in the middle of their heartfelt goodbyes, and nearly took them both out.
Of course, the plan succeeded. The Solver failed to take over her body, and is now seemingly gone forever. But of course, as N woke up in the medical wing days after the incident, he discovered their daughter had recently been booted up... and now, he's seeing ghosts.
SPOILER ALERT, Uzi (eventually) becomes one of those ghosts.
Ghost Drone!Uzi's redesign was actually handled by my buddy, @adragonenjoyer! They wanted to draw fanart for the AU, so we kinda geeked out over how she should look, and lo and behold, we've got Bluzi (yes i made ghost drones blue specifically for that pun)!
She's a bit more special than regular ghost drones, seeing as they're usually just drones but cyan, blue and white. They don't usually reflect how they died... and parts of their bodies don't usually float around like that, either! Plus, she can occasionally interact with inanimate objects! Sadly, that does mean she can't touch N anymore... but it won't stop them from trying!!!
(she unfortunately takes a bit longer to "manifest" as a ghost drone, too. just needed to give n four years of raising their lil baby on his own and beating himself up for failing his wife before i gave him something good... like his wife back!)
#Zeisty's Askbox#murder drones#murder drones uzi#murder drones n#ghost drone au#murder drones nuzi#we did it we found the lil blue guy living in the blue world#tw major character death#tw trypophobia
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So I was looking at the missing posters in episode 3 and noticed something about the dates.
On the posters we get dates for January, February, March, April, and May. So, a 5 month timespan.
Now, there are two ways for these girls to end up with missing posters. 1. They were killed by Doll, and 2. They were killed by eldritch J. (most likely the former)
It wouldn't make sense for any of them to be killed before that point, because if they died during the break in during episode 1, the colony would know they were killed by the disassembly drones, not missing. Also, when Thad brings Uzi her gun, he tells her about the "recent disappearances." Which suggests they started after Uzi banished herself. (We also know when Thad went to get said gun, J's corpse was already gone, keep this in mind.)
This would mean that, between the events of the pilot and the prom, about 5 months have passed.
Now then, when in that time frame did episode 2 occur?
There are four events we need to place within that 5 month time span:
- Frank gets sent to fix the hole in the roof, J goes worm mode and kills him
- Thad enters the storage room (must happen after Frank dies)
- Jorm eldritch J begins her murder spree, this happens concurrently with Thad bringing Uzi the gun, as she and N immediately return with Thad at this point
- Prom occurs, this must happen at the end of the 5 months
The first question we must ask is:
How long was J's corpse sitting there?
The first event we can try to place is Frank getting killed when he goes to fix the hole in the roof. This happens at the same time J's core mutates into eldritch J. So how long do we think that 1. The colony would wait to try to fix the hole and 2. The core would sit there waiting? I feel like this had to happen not long after the break in, as neither the colony nor the core has a reason to wait around. It doesn't make sense for several months to pass between the end of episode 1 and this scene.
Second question:
How long did Jorm wait to start the murder spree?
Eldritch J uses Frank's hologram to lure Tim in to kill him. Khan is informed of this during the parent teacher conference, which he stays at while the other WDF members investigate. Uzi, N, and Thad witness this investigation and hear the detective drone comment that Khan is at currently at the conference, ergo Tim's death likely happens the same day those three enter the bunker.
So the only part where we can really speculate about time is in between Frank and Tim's deaths. When he sees the hologram, Tim is surprised and says, "we looked everywhere for you." This suggests that some time has passed between Frank going missing and Tim seeing the hologram. So, we then have to ask how long would it take for them to notice that Frank was gone, and how long would it take for them to "look everywhere." This is tricky as we don't know how long a drone could go missing for before the colony takes notice, or how it would take for them to check around the bunker for him. Especially since we have no way of knowing how much Tim could be exaggerating when he says this. The time frame could be anywhere between a few hours and several weeks. Keeping in mind that he's forgettable enough for Tim to call him Ladderbot 5000 in spite of a name tag. Was Tim the only one like this, or did the colony just not care much about his guy?
As for when Thad enters the storage room. While, it doesn't make too much sense for him to go get the gun and just hang on to it for weeks on end. There's also nothing to say he went and picked it up right after J's corpse moved. Whether he went to get it minutes or days after Frank died, things could still play out the same way they do in the episode.
Third question:
How long did Uzi wait before trying to go talk to N?
So, between the events of episode 2 and the prom, Uzi and N wallow in a guilt and shame for a lil bit. Till Uzi finds the posters the day of prom and plans to go out to talk to N about it.
This time frame is probably the most malleable of them. Because honestly, I can see these lil dumb dumbs doing that for multiple months. Angsty girl who built a sci-fi nonsense gun to fix her problems through violence, and a golden retriever of a guy who thinks he's too dangerous to be around? They could dodge trying to work that out till Copper 9's sun went super nova. The only reason they meet is that they needed to stop Doll's plans.
The amount of time Uzi spent living with N and V is also very up in the air. She had enough time to: make her pod plans on the whiteboard, learn that the communicator is busted, the disassembly drones' memory got messed with, realize that the solver symbol shows up in her eye, look around and find the pin on N's hat, and get in contact with Thad in some capacity. None of which would take all that long.
We'll probably never know exactly how long it was between each event.
But here's my estimation:
We'll be generous and say it took maybe a week or so before Frank went to get eaten.
We'll be very generous again and say eldritch J hung out in the vents for 2-3 weeks
That gives us about a month or so that Uzi was banished, and another 4 for her and N to avoid facing their problems
If we assume that the next three episodes took about another 5, that would put us at just under a year for the events we've seen.
Which feels about right. 6 near-death experiences in ~10 months feels doable. Also, would place episode 6, and the upcoming events, around October, which seems fitting.
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Would you do Uzi with a short drone reader that often makes high end quality of life improvements in the bunker.
Uzi x Short!WD!Reader that improves the bunker!
Wow, someone that's actually competent and doesn't just hide in fear the whole time?! Impossible!
Those were Uzi's first thoughts when she saw you install some quality-of-life improvements to the bunker.
You'd either install security measures or ways to improve the bunker in nice and convenient ways
...some of them were added to support smaller-than-average worker drones which Uzi appreciated a lot, considering how small she is-
You'd also pick fights with anyone who dared to comment on your height.
Uzi admired that a lot about you! But was she gonna talk to you?
Pff-
The more she stared at you from the distance the more intense her feelings got until at one point she couldn't take it anymore and wanted to find an excuse to talk to you without seeming too desperate
Lucky for her an opportunity showed itself when you struggled to put some cables up because you couldn't reach the place where you wanted to put them.
She knows how sensitive you are about your height but it's still worth a try, right?
"Hey, uhm..." She felt like she was being choked by the words caught in her throat. "I see that you're struggling."
"Ugh, what do you want-" You turn around, expecting the same adults from before to lecture you about your "dangerous work" until you saw that it was just Uzi. Someone you admired too for her work and intelligence even though she was a tad bit insane. "Oh, it's you, Uzi. Need something?"
"I think that it's you that needs something." She smiles, seemingly caught off guard by the fact that you know her name but pleasantly surprised. "I could, uh... Help you up?"
"..." You awkwardly glance at each other. Uzi's smile vanished ever so slowly as she started overthinking her words once again. Did she trigger you? Said something wrong? Maybe even hurt you?!
"Sure." You say casually as if those few seconds have never happened. Or maybe only Uzi felt the intense suffocating atmosphere as she's the one that's stressed, not you.
This marks the day when you two build things around the bunker together, spending lots of time together
And while Uzi build more offensive things such as weapons you still appreciated having her around.
In fact, you couldn't be without her
Working alone on your projects wasn't the same anymore after you met her properly. Now whenever she's not present it's like something important is missing.
Laughing and goofing around while working, trying to solve problems together, or the way her hands would trace over your wounds whenever you'd accidentally hurt yourself-
You fell deep.
And it's not like Uzi got it any easier! She's been more nervous about what you think than ever!
Working together also meant you two would rest together after work.
Countless hours spent talking about nothing and everything, about everything you loved and hated, maybe gossiping about the few adults that were there
And on one faithful night, Uzi decided to gather all the courage she got to confess her feelings to you
You see a little cat-bot waddle towards you, its movement extremely robotic. It held a note between its teeth and only dropped it for you after it stood right next to you. Picking up the note, you immediately recognized Uzi's handwriting.
Wanna date? Would you like to be my partner Wanna got out at some point?
You smile, spotting the black beanie out of the tiniest crack in your bedroom door.
"Of course, Uzi!"
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MURDER DRONES EPISODE 5 : Random details and favorite parts of this episode
Will be putting major spoilers under cuts if anyone has NOT seen the new episode, or has yet to see it.
CW/TW: Blood, body horror, murdery stuff! SPOILERS!! AHHH!!! You get the point. I am not responsible for your actions :3
(This post is a mix of different things btw, Md related tho)
None of this will be in order, and I might need to make a PART TWO!!! Since the total is 45 images. :’)
FIRST UP. I would like to take the time to appreciate doll so have some LOVELY LITTLE images of her I took.
She looks so fucking awesome???? Like holy shit. She slayed!!!!!
not to be fruity .but. yea
SHE. also Isn’t that the campsite? Or just a different location with the same appearance.
OKAY. Next up. BABYGIRL . I SQUEALED AT LIKE EVERY SCENE OF THEM SHES SO FUCKING CUTE. MAN😭
BLEEEEEH (I’m going to make this my icon soonthat was the purpose of the screenshot. Also because I love them)
World is mine by Hatsune mi- cyn. World is mine by cyn. The famous vocaloid /j (HSES 😭😭😭😭)
Noticing how her balance is SOOO Much better while holding someone?. Also MOOD .just like me .real 💔
i lov e you🥺EEEK /p. Shes melting
MY SIB AND I WERE FUCKIJG DYING OVER THE PUPPY EYES.LMAO. I love their humor
J* , and they locked her in the basement. I am so SAD about this information
PROTECTIVE BIG BRO MODE…babys
Okay, listen, i know these 2 got shipped before the release but OUCH this makes things so much weirder!!! eugh:( (mainly saw em as friends.tttotallt not becsuse I project my friendship with my silly mutual onto them.no. /sarc)
anyways forget them being friends as my headcanon. THEYRE FUCKING SIBLINGS EVEN BETTER!!! (prjdedcts me and my elder sib onto th— *gets killed /j*
GAY RIGHTS(After the 2nd watch i realized she was making them kiss each other and I started laughing so hard my sides hurt)
Okay glitch QUIT SHOWING OFF. god damn !!!!! Literally appreciating this scenery so hard. 10000/10. :3
YKNOW HW I WANTED TO SEE TEARS IN THE NEW EPISODE!! LOOK. KIND OF CLOSE!!
LOOK HES SOBBING!!!! ALMOST. I GOT WHAT I WANTED OMFG!!!!! YAYYA!!!! (Love it when ppl cry /j
Lovely little lad. Reading abt dogs:) so cute…
subtle hints of favoritism..👀(she obvs likes J more I think,)
I love how immediately i could tell this was drawn by Liam. Canonically J in the show but like his style is so adorable and bouncy!!!! AND LIKE yummyys:3 eated
Cute detail in Uzi’s room. SHE LIKES BABY COWS GUYS. ITS TIME TO MAKE FANART OF UZI WITH BABY COWS. /J
Blushys:)!
For those wondering what this is it’s basically a ripoff of YouTube. The caption is titled "Top 100 Doors ever!!11!" and then the views at the bottom 😭😭. KHAN AND HIS FUCKING DOORS GOD DAMNIT
This part scared the shit out of me i was literally about to cry. I THIUGHTT SHE KILLED HIM
I had to slow this down and repeat the same clip OVER AND OVER Just to get it right, apparently the solver can swap roles? (The order is supposed to be yellow then purple since Uzi takes over as an admin instead of CYN.) very cool.
STP FIGHTING D:
BOTH VRY SCARY :(
Better glimpse of her backpack. Cute little skullbat zipper!! Also batteries. 👍
Apparently DEAD BATTERIES, aka the logo on Uzi’s sweater could be a possible band? Or reference to a band I don’t know? Like how they have my chemical robots (or something like that) as a ref to the band MCR (romance).
Sigh., N was that you.
Conlang? Fictional language? Glyphs? I’m assuming it’s VERY important (since liam lovessss foreshadowing, i will further elaborate). Hoping there will be ways to "simplify" it to english!
Yknow how in episode 2 Uzi takes braidens sentience or sumn like dat. Yea 💀
Alright I’ve hit the limit, gonna rb again with part 2!!!!! Soon. Maybe
#murder drones#Murder drones spoilers#Spoilers#md spoilers#spoilers md#murder drones spoilers#Md spoiler#Murder drones episode 5 spoilers#Ask to tag#Md ep 5 spoilers#Murder drones ep 5 spoilers
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It's pretty suspicious that Tessa says CYN's last known objective was to gain entry to Cabin Fever labs with proof of that in the form of a massive Murder drone graveyard at the entrance from all the prior failed attempts. Those anti-drone sentinels are extremely effective at their task of keeping CYN's forces out. Conveniently, a human that CYN promised to spare and that human's favorite Murder drone show up after all those failed attempts and proceed to try and gain entry into the very same lab.
It's convenient for Tessa that CYN manifested and black-holed the security office right when she was about to be torn apart by the security raptors, redirecting their focus to the main office.
Also, convenient that CYN saved V and UZI by pulling those 2 raptors about to kill them into the black hole flesh portal.
it's convenient how Tessa said she was on Copper 9 for maintenance work during her introduction and proceeded to break into the location where all the dead and very much in need of maintenance Murder drones are. Murder drones that CYN can't directly resurrect because Alice trapped their hearts in the oven.
Also, convenient how the absolute solver is the only thing that can fight the solver with the whole "like object noninteractive" mechanic. UZI managed to replace CYN as N and V's admin and Nori must have survived for years after the initial core collapse despite being temporarily controlled by CYN. Yeva survived for a long time as well, so CYN taking them over as hosts is far from an inevitability.
The Murder drones themselves are clearly designed to hunt and kill solver-infected workers. There would be no need to equip them with nanite acid if that wasn't the case.
Convenient how Tessa is, according to her, trying to find the list of solver-infected worker drones and kill them. The only thing that can fight CYN on her own terms with her own power.
For someone opposed to CYN Tessa sure is making their life easier.
What is Tesssa even going to do with a list of Copper 9 solver-infected drones? Go around the dead planet with the list asking every worker she meets their name to see if they're on it? Why? Wouldn't it make way more sense to go blow up those spires CYN apparently needs for something?
CYN, on the other hand, would probably love to have a list detailing how many drones exist that can oppose their power, their identities, and if they have or haven't been killed and added to the hivemind yet.
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Here's my idea for Uzi's human family for your human Uzi AU
I have 3 ideas
1. Khan finds Uzi inside the factory from episode 6.
He was in a factory because he wanted to take some stuff that could be useful and maybe to impress Nori. While looking for some stuff he finds her human parents dead. Her human parents were living in the factory after core collapsed and they survided. But after a while they were killed by sentinels. Khan was about leave after he sees her dead human parents until he heard Uzi cooing and laughing. When he hears her, he finds her hidden under the desk in the box. He also finds out that Uzi's original name was Susie by her name bracelet but was scratched a bit. As he was about to leave with her, the sentinels attack which leads to wild goose chase but they manage to get out alive.
This was inspired by one scene in Tarzan movie how Kala found baby Tarzan
2. Her human parents accidentally left her behind.
Her human parents and other human survives had escaped through escape pods before core collapsed. They were about to leave but they couldn't get their daughter on time. As they flew and watched the core collapse they were devastated thinking that tgeir daughter was dead. But she wasn't and was eventually found by Khan, Nori or both
I think about how you can make the squad go to the planet where the rest of the humans are alive or make humans come to copper 9 to help the squad. And maybe maybe her humans parents see their daughter after so long or her relatives find her
You can make her parents good and her relatives bad guys or reversed
3. Her human parents are dead but have relatives
The same thing as the second one. You can make Uzi ask tons of questions about how were her parents like or something. I also think that humans would tell her about human stuff and how they work since she barely knows anything about her kind. You can make her relatives good guys or bad guys.
I'm quite curious how would her human family react to her being raised by drones
Anyway that's all. I really hope to see a fanfic about this au or a fanart. I really love this au. I had the same idea.
Also please tell me what do you think please
For those that don't know: I made a Murder Drones AU alongside @roseofhybrids where Uzi is the last human on Copper 9. You can read about the genesis of this AU in THIS ask I made to @ayloverlove and you can read more about this AU in THESE posts made by @roseofhybrids.
Originally I planned for Uzi to be found inside the last working cryogenic chamber of the bunker where the drones live, but you know what? It works better that way. Thanks for your suggestion @blue-fanlady!
To better understand WHY Uzi was there, however, let's just imagine that the industrial facility had a kindergarten where workers could leave their kids while they did their job, and that when Nori went on her murder spree the biological parents of Uzi tried to save their daughter by putting her into a cryogenic chamber before she murdered them. With the passage of years, the facility began to break down and all the chambers either began to malfunction and kill their hosts, were found by the Absolute Solver, who used the humans inside as biological components and materials for its creations or both... All except for one.
Years later Nori, after some visions of the future that showed her some worker drones she knew torn into pieces by a disassembly drone, decided to go back to the facility in search of something that could help the drones living inside the bunker to fight against disassembly drones after her attempts to convince the workers to add more defences the the bunker failed. Khan saw her leave in the middle of the night and decided to follow her and, after almost being killed by a dozen of sentinels and a baby worker drone with parts of various deceased disassembly drones crudely stitched to it, is found by Nori. After being chewed out about having followed in secret in such a dangerous place and then complaining that he only did that because she left in the middle of the night without telling anyone and he was worried for her safety, they get attacked by more sentinels and are forced to run, but as they try to find an exit they get briefly separated and Nori gets hurt by one sentinel and forced to hide in a room.
A room containing multiple broken down cryogenic chambers with corpses inside... except for one.
Nori is shocked by this, she didn't expect to see a still alive human on Copper 9 after she... the Absolute Solver blew up the core of the planet. She stares at her in silence, not knowing what to do. Then one of her eyes shifts in the symbol of the Absolute Solver and she slowly puts an hand on the glass of the cryogenic chamber, preparing herself to kill the child: while she is an innocent baby, she's still a member of the race that turned her into a monster, and as such she has to pay for their crime...
Then Khan barges in the room and forces her to stop before she can kill the baby. When he sees the chamber he is shocked to see the baby floating inside it and doesn't know what to do, but isn't ok with the idea of killing her:
Khan: Nori, you can't kill a baby!
Nori: Of course I can. (Grabs a steel pipe from a broken down cryogenic chamber)
Khan: B-but how??? How you can kill something so... so...
Nori: Jeez Khan, it's not that hard to kill a baby. (Prepares herself to swing)
Khan tries to convince her to stop from killing the child, stating that she's the last human on Copper 9, she's completely harmless and she has already lost everything, while Nori claims that the baby will probably grow up to become like one of the humans that enslaved the worker drones and since she has nothing left on the planet killing her would be a better solution than remaining inside a cryogenic chamber until it breaks down. Khan then says something that changes everything:
Khan: What if we raise her?
Nori: What?
Khan: What if we raise her as our daughter? We'll raise her like a drone, so that she won't become like the other humans!
Nori: Khan, that the most stupid idea I've ever heard. How do you think you'll be able to hide to the other drones that she's not a drone? How would you manage to keep her alive since this planet doesn't have an atmosphere anymore? How you will justify things like her hair growing or her having the need to eat and drink? HOW???
Khan: Well, I've heard of special drone types that are completely indistinguishable from humans, and the bunker where we live was built to house humans in case of danger, so...
Nori: ...
Khan: Please Nori...
Nori: ...
Khan: ...
Nori: ... Fine, you won. You can keep the human.
Khan: I knew I could...
Nori: But I still think that's a terrible idea and because of this I won't help you raise her.
Khan: Oh.
(Nori starts to walk away)
Khan: Were are you going?
Nori: I'll go check if there are more of those lizard things around here.
Khan: Can you help me at least find a way to transport the baby out of here without deactivanting or damaging the (Khan realizes that Nori has left the room) oh, alright... No problem... I'm sure I'll find a way...
After slaughtering hordes of sentinels in rage, Nori manages to create a safe way out from the building but before she gets out she decides to go back and check if Khan is still inside that room. When she finds him she discovers that Khan managed to find an old but still functional generator and has combined it with the cryogenic chamber, allowing it to be transported, but has failed to move it of a single inch due to their combined weight. With the help of her AS powers, Nori, reluctantly begins to help Khan transport the cryogenic chamber to the bunker, all while Khan rants off his desire to teach the baby all about doors and tries to find a good name for her...
Also yes, Uzi does have some still alive human relatives off planet, but since all files about human workers have either been damaged buring Nori's murder spree or cancelled by JCJenson IN SPAAAAACE! in order to hide their secret experiments with the Absolute Solver none of them know that she's alive. I'm currently toying around the idea of making Uzi a distant relative of Tessa, but I'm not very sure to add that and even if I add that it won't be important to the plot.
#murder drones#murder drones au#human uzi#khan doorman#murder drones nori#murder drones khan#uzi doorman#murder drones uzi#absolute solver
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Saturday, A announces he is finally going to learn to shoot his gun at a shooting range. He has no idea what gun owner etiquette says about transporting one’s gun between the home and the range. Is there a special case you’re supposed to put it in? Will a shoebox work? I tell him that a shoebox doesn’t seem right, that it reminds me of a dead hamster. He settles on a backpack, like a school shooter. The internet of course has a million briefcases, with pockets for ear coverings and bullets. A goes to collect his friends (both more seasoned gun owners than he) and I hear nothing from him for the next two hours, except a photo of a thick cardboard bullseye puckered and blistered with bullet holes and a text that says “I can protect us now”. The range mounts it on MDF and lets you take your bullseye home, as though you should put it on the fridge with magnets on each corner, like a child’s school art project. A call me from the Americana mall in Glendale, and I tell him he might be the only person ever to go from a shooting range to an Urban Outfitters in the same day. The sky behind him is grey, and I laugh at the temporary traffic signs erected around LA cautioning “severe weather”, which in California means overcast. In London this would be deemed a beautiful day. Perhaps we Brits are a more grateful populace for it, and that’s why LA has to have a restaurant called Cafe Gratitude to force the issue
I tell N about the gun stuff, and she chalks it up to A’s Israeli blood. She says part of her basic training for the Israeli army was learning to shoot an uzi, and I’m impressed. I tell her that A told me there’s graffiti on Sunset Boulevard that says “we survived the gas chambers, we can survive your gaslighting”. I air some of my jealousy around A getting a thoughtful gift for his female friend, a tennis skirt customised with her name on it, an homage to her mother’s professional tennis career. A touching act of friendship or creepy as hell, I can’t decide. There must always be something for me to worry about, and for some reason it will never be A’s gun
At the studio I water my plants, listen to Matt and Shane, listen to Call Her Daddy, ask V’s permission to paint over a large artwork I hated ever since I made it, checking that it’s not currently for sale or sold. It’s not, so I make a plan for its new look. I feel lucky knowing that it only took 4 or 5 days to make this hateful painting, and that in 4 or 5 days it will be brand new. Daylight savings looms, an hour less in bed, and those who observe Islam must play Ramadan on hard mode because the sun sets an hour later. I am late to bed because of A and his firearm excitement, and even later to sleep because a group of teenagers are having the time of their lives on my square. I close my eyes and hear joyous screeching and open my eyes again. I try to be evolved and convince myself want the youth to enjoy life on a bank holiday weekend, after all the world they’re coming of age in is so disastrous. At the same time, I’m also a little bitter that my teen years had so few of these fun late nights, and figure that since I pissed off so few local residents with my own partying, I should not now (karmically) be subjected to it. I worry this will only become more of a problem as summer rolls around, warmer weather and school holidays meaning more nighttime hedonism. My mortgage went up, too, and paying a small fortune to live somewhere makes one’s standards higher. As 3am nears, I consider yelling “SHUT UP” from my window, but I can’t be that girl. This is what ear plugs are for, I guess. Big Ear Plug makes a lot of money off of me
On Sunday, peak Easter, C comes over to hear me whine about finance and romance and family. I tell him about the dinner P hosted with a dozen journalists in attendance, and C rolls his eyes knowingly when I mention that “the state of journalism” was the main topic of conversation. He says when he’s in a room like that he usually says he works for British Gas, in the hope that this steers the conversation towards anything except journalistic shop talk. Does it work? I ask. He says no. We talk about handjobs and Andrew Huberman and alcohol. We laugh loudly and I get a headache from the cigarette smoke, which I take home with me. A calls and I tell him I heard a clip of Jared Kushner talking at Harvard University about the real estate opportunity that is bombed-out Gaza. He described Gaza’s coastline as “very valuable waterfront property”. I tell A it made me sick. I am normally careful not to bring up Israel / Palestine with A, since his parents are Israeli and I have yet to see a healthy discussion of the issue anywhere online or in real life. I regret bringing up Gaza as soon as I do, and we have an awkward 15 minute back and forth until, mercifully, A gets a call from a friend he has to take. We leave off just as it’s about to get nasty, and pick back up a few moments later like it never happened. “What’s your plan for today”, A asks. I tell him it’s 8pm so not a lot of plans. We hang up, I watch Poor Things. I have no business discussing cinema but I have never met a Yorgos Lanthimos film I didn’t like. Cathartic but not too violent, funny but not a comedy, the doors slightly off their hinges but never far fetched. Fantasy applied to reality like lightly buttered bread
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(A.N. Let’s make Uzi Prime only seem to have taken over her whole reality, though in reality it’s not quite the case since Universes are technically infinite and with no true end. Maybe it’s just considering the known parts and some of the unknown?)
(Unknown to Uzi Prime, the same rebels she was harassed by also came over, whom would later in time end up meeting the already present heroes once they actually get to the “main” planet. Moreover, she also wasn’t aware that stiffer opposition was gonna prove her strength less than what is interpreted…and one force, the Decepticons, where already set to fight, Megatron in particular interested to see if she could actually back up her claims, as few as he’s heard so far. Back with the heroes, things where slowing down for now. Beyond an eye out for Onyx (and Angeleno being at the ready just in case the change of personality was due to mind control or something (A.N. As it seems to be to me)), there was overall little going on. Adenine went back to the books near instantly, no nobody’s surprise, while Haze quickly started using her healing powers to aid those in the medical department, while also taking an interest in sewing in her spare time. Mikhail was simply happy to see that Azem not only was ok with this, but also helped her with it. Speaking of, Mikhail, alongside Ahkos and Patroka, soon found themselves heading out for missions fairly regularly, something stated to be part of their Atonement by Azem. When not on missions, Ahkos kept writing up plays of various kinds, often inspired by whatever’s around him. He did, however, get the crushing shock of when he had Emet-Selch, who was back at the camp at the time, read his most recent one over, expecting a positive reaction. Emet-Selch instead said that it was mediocre, much to the shock of Ahkos. Turns out that Akhos accidentally recreated a play that was indeed mediocre in terms of story, and Emet-Selch was going for his usual use of brutal honesty. Needless to say, Ahkos was devastated for the rest of the day, though Patroka couldn’t help but find it hilarious given the circumstances. Speaking of her, she decided to start collecting various random weapons she could find, often scavenging for them while out on missions. The moment Azem found out about this, they went to work on something. Patroka then found a bunch of Eorzean weapons of all kinds in front of where she keeps her collection the following day. As for Mikhail, besides making sure Haze was being treated well (and being thankful Azem was), he went to mess around with various machines, soon joining up with the other engineers. It also didn’t take long for him to start flirting with the various women at the camp, though the results ranged from simple rejection to…more violent responses. He would never try to flirt with J ever again, and it wasn’t because of Jackrow or anyone else. That wasn’t even the worst response, surprisingly enough. Elsewhere, Victor was baffled by how much Lora resisted mind control, as even after it took effect, her subconscious sec still fought against it, causing it to have a sort of delay. He simply decided to roll with it, though it was an unknown sign that she would eventually no longer be under his thumb…)
(A.N. Let’s not have more crossovers be added for now. Also, why do I feel like Uzi Prime isn’t all she makes herself seem to be?)
(Note: Despite her ego, she is still a dangerous threat)
Mikhail, while attempting to flirt with Helen: I must say, you are quite a sight to behold miss Helen~
Helen, with a slightly annoyed look: As flattering as that is, I'm afraid to tell you that I'm already taken...*The shadow of Lilith in her Merged Beast form had then loomed over him menacingly*...And "She" doesn't take too kindly to people flirting with me...her beloved.
Uzi, now curious about something: Hey Azem, what are we gonna make with the rest of this tech? A new weapon, another drone, or some other type of doohicky?
Serial designation N, while trying to comfort the devastated play writer: If it makes you feel any better, I thought your penmanship was good!
(Meanwhile, within the Decepticon base)
Megatron, after hearing these very few claims: Soundwave, send out Astrotrain and a group of our elite vehicon warriors. If this drone claims to be the ruler of this alternate universe then she must prove that she has what it takes. Words mean nothing unless they are backed up by strength.
Soundwave: [Yes Lord Megatron, initiating operation: Test proclaim.]
(Meanwhile again with the robo rebels)
*The group (except for J) were all singing to pass the time in the shuttle they were stuck in until they made it to the planet*
Serial designation J, with a dead look on her face: I'm not sure if getting vengeance on that goth dictator is even worth dealing with this s***...
Lizzie: C'mon girl, live a little!!
Serial designation J, unaware of that saying:...I am living...Why would I live only "a little"?...
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Dragon Raja IV - Chapters 13 - 15 + epilogue (Abridged)
Hi everyone, sorry for taking so long to post the last part, I had a lot of work this week.
BTW, since it's over, I put the whole novel summary on a PDF document, which you can download from here.
Previous Chapters
Chapter 13
The nurse at the mental hospital couldn't believe her eyes when Luminous came back and requested to be admitted in his old room. He asked for his usual injection and went back to his not-so-favorite video game level.
In his vision, he kept accelerating far away form the swarm of death servitors, everything went according to plan and they still had lots of time to spare. He made many excuses to Nono in an attempt to justify his incredible performance, in the radio, there was a very strange song, Luminous recognized it, the name was "Daily Growing" by the folk group Altan, it was the same song that Johann and his father heard before they ran into Odin.
Nono was confused, Luminous just seemed to know way too many things. He knew about the damaged tire, about every safe route, the reach of the Nibelungen and the presence of a small, strange building hiding in the distance. It was the Media Asia Group building, according to Finger, this is the place where Nono found Chu Tianjiao's home. If this was a Nibelungen, an exact copy of the room should be there as well, still intact.
There was nothing surprising about the small place, but that was intentional. A person like Tianjiao was probably trained against people with skills like Nono's, so there had to be a secret compartment or a hidden door. He lifted the bed and there it was!
Mr Chu managed to create an underground bunker for himself. There was a bigger, more comfortable bed, a record player with Elvis Presley's discs and leather jackets. Luminous wanted to be more like this stylish man every second he spent there.
He noticed a bunch of pictures hanging from a string. Tianjiao spend a lot of time making copies of photographs from his family, but he wasn't in them, there was another man next to his wife and his son, but he used chemicals to erase him from the images. He also wrote small phrases dedicated to his wife in the back of the photos, like:
"This is the first year since you left me, you look good"
"This is the third year, you're getting fat"
"Fifth year, I don't have time to think of you anymore"
"Sixth year. ...but I still miss you".
The rest of the walls were filled with images and documents connected by red strings. Multiple events were listed in them, including the fall of Black Swan Bay in 1991 and the Greenland incident from November 7, 2002. These events related to dragon sightings and awakenings all led to a specific incident: The resurrection of the Black king Nidhogg. Even to the other dragon overlords, Nidhogg is a god-like existence, and its words are taken as prophecies. Chu Tianjiao was the city's watchman, he came to that place with a special purpose, but he mistakenly fell in love with a young dancer. They got married and had a child, they were happy, but he knew very well that he couldn't give them a peaceful life, so he signed the divorce papers and watched her take Johann away and marry a different man. While that family went to amusement parks and movie theaters, Tianjiao stayed on his underground room thinking about the fate of mankind.
Luminous memorized as much as he could from Tianjiao's investigation and went back with Nono, he kept driving and they entered the empty city, the lights were still on and the amusement park shined like a neon show.
- I always wanted to be in a Nibelungen, but I didn't expect it to be like this.
- How did you think it would be?
- Distorted, scary, definitely not this beautiful.
They looked up and they saw Odin, standing on top of the clock tower, Nono raised a gun and pointed at him but Luminous held it down, telling her not to disturb him, they kept driving silently and the god didn't notice their presence.
Luminous took her to a shopping mall, where they entered a department store and he gave her a dry change of clothes. This was still strange to her, he already knew her size, he never stopped looking at his watch and somehow he also picked an outfit that she liked (a pair of burgundy sports trousers and a fleece hoodie).
He gave her a cup of hot coffee and he suggested they waited on an empty movie theater while they waited for help.
Nono waited uncomfortable in front of the screen, Luminous picked up a random movie from the projector room, it was Wall·E, the second film roll to be exact, so the film started from the halfway point. The movie slowly relaxed her and she started chewing popcorn while they waited.
- I've been here before, haven't I?.
This was the theater where she rescued him from a failed love confession to Wenwen, before taking him to sign his Cassell admission papers. Actually, Luminous was watching Wall·E with his fellow literature club members. All of these were deliberate choices, he only picked the second half of the movie because they didn't have enough time to watch it from the start.
- You have been here, you have experienced all the things we are experiencing now and I have lived this moment many times.
Nono was a profiler, it wasn't that easy to trick her, so he admitted the truth. At 12:00am, Nono was going to die, like every other time.
- This dream will become a reality. I have repeatedly entered this dream just to find a way to save you, but I couldn't find it.
- If you can't find a way to save me, why don't you save yourself instead?
- My senior brother said that he always regretted leaving his father here alone, that feeling of regret is so terrible, it made him want to go back and die right there.
- Don't say such disgusting things, if this is really my end I will accept it.
The answer became obvious, the only way to escape this Nibelungen was for one person to stay behind and die. As the movie reached its climax, a spear broke through the screen, Nono didn't move, Luminous didn't move.
- No, senior sister, this will not be you end, it will be mine.
Chapter 14
Luminous opened his eyes, it was still a quiet summer night, he slid a small knife that he bought at the convenience store and ripped the straitjacket open. The hospital personnel were resting in different rooms so he sneaked out with ease.
His last attempt was the 108th, none of them managed to give him the perfect ending that he desperately chased. The old man with the tricycle was waiting for him outside, Luminous got on the small bike and drove away. The security guard couldn't believe it when he saw the same tricycle pass by for a third time that night, straight into the elevated road.
Luminous reached the old Asia Group building, now flooded and filled with rubble and mud. He managed to find the secret door and found the insides half-submerged as well, but not everything was ruined, he located a small metal suitcase in the corner that was filled with multiple weapons, including a revolver, a tactical shotgun and a Uzi submachine gun.
All seemed to indicate that this equipment came directly from Cassell College, an academy that never bothered to mention Tianjiao's existence.
In his way out, he picked one of the photographs that managed to survive the flood, it portrayed a family of three. Johann was probably five years old and his expression was as emotionless as usual, his robot face wasn't the result of some traumatic event after all, it came with him from the moment he was born. In the corner, Tianjiao wrote some words as well: "Stay like this, not crying, just looking into the distance".
This arsenal was strong, but insignificant in front of a being like Odin. Ming·Z·Lu showed up to offer one last gift.
Something for nothing, 50% fusion.
Luminous was familiar with that sensation, his nerves burned and the depths of his mind seemed to be cracked open, the pain was bigger than any human can endure, but once it was over, there was a feeling of euphoria, a need to fight. His senses increased immensely, he could now distinguish every single drop in the middle of the rainfall. This usually costed him a full quarter of his life but now it was... Free?
He finally heard the distorted noises of the death servitors, it sounded like the crying of babies. The wall of water and wind that protected Odin became visible, the black figure mounted an eight legged horse. He was in the Nibelungen again, this time he didn't plan to turn around.
Luminous approached them and parked the tricycle next to the Maybach, he stood in front of Odin and the god stayed silent. The words "You are finally here" were not uttered this time, he was right, Odin was waiting for Nono, but he didn't bring her this time, Luminous's presence was meaningless to his rival.
Odin kept staring at the end of the road, waiting for Chen Motong to appear and show her face.
- This is the right way to start the game, my senior sister is not here, only you and me, only one of us can leave this place alive!
He was vey happy, he finally played the god. He slowly grabbed a spear rocket launcher from the tricycle, the little devil was as reliable as always. The servitors immediately recognized the destructive potential of the weapon and tried to disperse, but Luminous opened fire first and scattered their shadowy remains on the road.
He saw his face in a puddle, the crazy expression of Ming·Z was now his own, like every other time they fused, it felt like this was his true nature. Weapon after weapon he ran out of ammo, some servitors sneaked behind him and sliced his torso with their claws, if it wasn't for the bulletproof vest that Tianjiao left in his suitcase, Mingfei would have died already.
A shot of his last gun, a M500 revolver finally broke one of the servitor's masks. He hadn't seen one of those faces since his mission in Japan, their skin was covered in scales and their teeth were long and alien-shaped. Odin gave them black robes and masks to use them as his personal servants. Odin was definitely different to every other dragon king he had faced before, they were all savage and aggressive, but this one was stoic and dressed like a figure of mythology, unless...
That was it! Odin wasn't a dragon disguised as a mythical character, Odin, the myth himself has been a dragon all along. The secret party had misread norse mythology, now it was clear that it narrated the history of the dragon clan and it was written by the dragons themselves. Every god was in fact a dragon king, in those myths, the main antagonist of Nidhogg was Odin. This god had already foreseen the coming of the end of the world, the so-called twilight of the gods, where the world tree would wither.
The suppressed Nidhogg will rise in the air, ready for revenge, it will destroy everything and ruin the kingdom of the gods. Therefore, Odin prepared himself for this battle, ordering the Valkyrie goddesses to gather the heroes's souls and place them in the Hall of Valor to assist him in resisting the black dragon. If the norse myths are indeed dragon history, the hall of valor must represent a place filled with countless dragon cocoons and embryos waiting to be awakened.
This information, this great secret was about to be buried there with him if he didn't survive this battle. Nono was probably packing, ready to leave with Finger and go back to Cassell, for whatever reason Odin needed her, she would be out of his reach, he just needed to endure and Odin was still as invincible as ever. Making a deal with Ming·Z was inadmissible, giving the little devil enough power to materialize could bring an immeasurable catastrophe. The boy appeared in front of him.
- Brother, you finally asked to see me, do you want to... Shake my hand?
The multitude of servitors overwhelmed him, he contemplated dying there, it wouldn't be so bad, just very lonely. With a loud bang! the strongest servitor flew out and fell motionless on the mud.
A red BYD car swiftly parked next to him, a hand came out of the window and shot the three closest servitors, that was Finger, of course it was him!
- Drive faster! Why the fuck are you here?
- What do I know? I was eating dumplings with your aunt and the hospital called to tell me you were gone!
Finger placed a tracking device on Luminous just like he did with Nono and saw his trace disappearing in the highway, so he went to investigate and entered the Nibelungen by accident.
- Don't get confused by my F-Rank rating, I started as an A-rank, remember?
Flammel tasked Finger with helping Luminous to prove Johann's existence, he didn't remember the young hybrid either, but he trusted Anjou, and Anjou believed in the importance of Luminous more than anyone. Not everyone on Cassell gave up on him after all.
- Don't drive away, we can't escape!
- I thought you told me to drive faster!
- Yes I did, but I meant towards Odin!
The servitors quickly realized what they were intending to do, so they formed a barrier in front of their master. Finger pressed a button on the car and one mini-gun came out of each side of the vehicle.
- The equipment department makes phones that double as grenades, you think they can't make 007's car?
The gatling guns opened fire on the crowd of servitors, effectively cleaning the way. Finger put the car on self destruct mode and got ready to jump out, Luminous got on the roof, aiming his knife at Odin. The car hit Odin's water barrier and exploded, the shockwave soared into the sky, filled with flames. Luminous jumped and managed to pass through, and with a swift move, he pierced through Odin with the blade, just like Tianjiao attempted to do many years before.
Every servitor stopped their movements, Odin's scores started dropping down immediately and his body got split in two. There had to be something wrong with that, there's no way he would fall to his death so easily. Luminous took the god's skull and removed the mask, under it, the face of a death servitor greeted him instead, the others started crying and laughing at them. Odin's only goal is Nono, it had always been Nono, this was a trap and he was already on his way to get her.
Chapter 15
Nono was sitting next to Su Xiaoyan's bed, peeling an apple. The woman happily ate the bonbons that Nono brought for her as a gift.
- Nono, how is your mother doing?
- She's fine, she's still working and always asks me when I'll get married but I just don't tell her.
Nono had to make up that story, but at that moment she really felt like Xiaoyan's niece. She checked the woman's medical records, apparently the doctors thought she was schizophrenic and amnesiac, as long as Nono played her role well, the medical personnel would think Xiaoyan's amnesia made her forget about her relative.
Because Nono brought Bonbons, Xiaoyan recognized her immediately and happily accepted her gift.
She had been there since her son's death, she lost track of time, to the point where she felt like she had been there for three or four months, when in reality, seven years had passed. Not many people visited her in that time, her husband would take her home for a few days every now and then, but those events became less and less usual. Of course, Nono was there for a reason, without Tianjiao's apartment, her only remaining clue was Johann's mother, but the woman wasn't very open about her life. Nono's ability allowed her to put puzzles together, but Xiaojiao kept messing up the pieces.
- Did your former husband treat you well?
- He couldn't make enough money and he was very unmotivated, playing foolish all day long, I had enough of him!
- But he's handsome, and he's probably still breaking hearts.
- How do you know that he's handsome? You haven't seen him before.
- Of course I have, I remember hugging my uncle!
- Come on, do you really think I'm that broken? I know I don't have a niece.
- Then why didn't you tell the doctor?
- Because you're so pretty, and I like to chat with pretty girls, there's no one else here to chat with me, and you don't look like a bad person either.
Nono was genuinely surprised, so she declared her intentions straight on, she wanted to know more about Chu Tianjiao, but his ex-wife didn't seem to know a lot about him either, he would constantly lie about his past and alternate between multiple versions of the story.
- Sometimes he told me that he was a great spy, and that he came here to complete a task, and I believed him, without a clue of his salesman-like nature!
- And you still married him?
- He was handsome, and I was young.
Xiaoyan didn't express any regret in divorcing him, she'd rather be with someone she could rely on, but there was something else she could not explain.
- But he seems to have left something behind with me, a very important thing, I just can't remember it.
- What is it?
- I said I can't remember it, I've been thinking about it for a very long time.
- What kind of thing?
- A very important thing, I must find it, it would be very bad if I didn't.
A burst of cold wind opened the windows and made them shiver, Nono stood up and went to close them but she noticed something strange, the flowers on the outside were all withered, black petals flew through the room, she closed the window as fast as she could, something bad had happened and the air outside smelled of death.
She took out a desert eagle from her bag and stopped Xiaoyan from screaming, the woman relied on her intuition to understand that Nono wasn't going to hurt her. The place was silent and the lights flickered, the instinctive feeling of being alert that came from true isolation soon got a hold of her. She and Xiaoyan got out of the room, door after door, every doctor and every patient had disappeared.
The rain and the wind rapidly eroded the building. The day was finally here, she had never been in a Nibelungen before, she once regretted not being able to experience it, now Nibelungen came to see her. She didn't knew wether to be nervous or excited.
- Someone, someone is coming. Su Xiaoyan's voice trembled slightly.
The sound of footsteps made an echo in the building, those weren't human steps, that sounded like a few horses were coming their way. The storm, the Nibelungen, the steed, the rider, it seemed to be an ancient king who came with a strong breath of death, and the flowers in the garden withered in front of him. Nono remembered him, she saw his silhouette in the reflection of the glass when she went to Tianjiao's apartment.
The rider didn't seem to know where Xiaoyan's room was and he was checking them one by one. They ran towards the elevator, the rider was on the first floor so they needed to get to the top as fast as they could without the sound of their steps giving away their position. Behind them, the fluorescent lights went out one by one. Nono finally saw the reflection of the elevator's door in a mirror, but when its doors opened, the light of Odin's flames came out.
They ran in the other direction and soon reached the stairs, they ran down but it didn't matter, they were trapped on an endless loop. She shot at the creature but the bullets melted before touching the god's armor. They kept running and Nono kept shooting back but it wasn't buying them any more time, temperatures were rising and there was no way out.
Odin wasn't even in a hurry to reach them, Nono took Xiaoyan in her arms and ran across a hallway, enduring the terrible heat of the floor. She tried to get out through a window, but after opening the curtains she noticed that the whole world outside had changed and she was greeted by the sight of a roman pantheon.
Nono suddenly fell silent, she helped Xiaoyan to sit down on a bench and put her boots on the woman's feet. She noticed something, she was crying, she was remembering.
- There might be a way for you to get out of here by yourself, now tell me, what did Tianjiao left for you exactly?
- It's... A child. I had a son with him, his name is Johann Chu, I can't find my son... I can't find my son!
Xiaoyan was holding a pillow in her arms, the doctor said that she would put this pillow in her belly every morning and happily declare that she was pregnant. Nono took it from her hands and threw it away.
- Since you have a clear memory of him, you don't need this anymore, you will find your son, although I don't know where.
In this world, those who are not lunatics are the ones who were deceived. Luminous and Su Xiaoyan were the craziest because of their link to Johann Chu, to the truth. His mother's mental disorder was not there because she had lost a son seven years ago, a certain god wanted to modify her memory of him and she was resisting. She tied the little pillow to her back because a child is only safe in his mother's body, she sensed that someone was going to hurt her boy, so she wanted to feel like she could protect him.
Nono pushed Xiaoyan into a cubicle next to the ward and told her to keep the door closed until someone came to rescue her. She took Finger's GPS device out of her bag and broke it, expecting Luminous and Finger to arrive there after seeing her signal disappear. Odin arrived, his flames evaporated the strong currents of water and stood in front of her, Nono kept two knives on her back and a desert eagle in each hand.
- Odin!
The creature and his lance were impossible not to identify, the god actually exists.
- You are finally here.
He slowly raised Gungir and a faint white thread appeared, connecting the tip of the spear and Nono's heart. She thought his goal was Xiaoyan, due to her connection to Johann, but she was wrong, Odin's goal was her and only her. No wonder Luminous threw her down in the library, he probably had a foreboding of her death for some reason and tried to save her, his eyes showed a constant state of panic.
She didn't believe him and they put him on a psychiatric institution. She really wanted to tell him that she was sorry, because she had underestimated him.
She had always tried to be there for Luminous, she couldn't deny that she saw a lot of herself in him, this obsession with taking care of her sidekick was so prevalent because she knew how it was like to be powerless, lost and defenseless, but in the most critical moment, she had failed him.
Nono vaguely heard a song, a duet about a father and his daughter, it was coming from somewhere, along with the noise of a car engine. Luminous was coming, that song came from the radio, but how could she hear him? It didn't matter, she felt him presence and she believed it.
- Luminous! Don't you fucking dare to come here!
Nono shot every bullet she had left and they melted on Odin's presence. The lance was thrown and suddenly, the Maybach smashed through the wall, its lights illuminated Nono's eyes. She smiled, the moment she saw him, the cartridge of her gun was empty. The lance had already started its course and Luminous could only see her lips moving:
- I'm sorry
- Ming·Z·Lu! Luminous roared, time slowed down in his eyes
- The little one is here! Ming·Z smiled, Since I promised my brother that I'd try everything!
Come out! Golden saint cloth of the zodiac!, Phase shift armor!, Fierce fist! Seven-fold ring of the blazing sky!, Absolute domain AT Field!.
Every time he yelled a strange name, Luminous froze for a moment, these strange spells were taken directly from anime shows, they were weapons that lined up in front of Odin's lance, even a nuclear explosion could be rejected by them.
- What are you doing?
- I don't really know what tricks would work so I'm doing all of them!
Ming·Z kept casting spells, the speed of the lance was indeed affected but it never stopped nor it changed its trajectory.
- Hurry up brother, run!
Nono tried to yell, telling Luminous to stay away, but her mouth moved too slowly. Luminous ran past Odin and past the lance. The seven-fold ring was the strongest defense against projectiles, every time the Gungir lance pierced through a layer, it made a loud noise. Nono dropped the empty gun, she didn't have the strength to wield her knives. The spear hadn't arrived yet, and she was already like a lamb crucified on an altar.
Gungir hit the final defense, the sound was almost glass shattering.
- I couldn't stop it, even with the last layer. Give her a hug, kiss her! This is going to be your last chance! I'll buy as much time as possible for you!
Ming·Z made another barrier but the lance broke it, the little devil's hands were splashed with blood and they stained his bow tie, but he didn't care and looked at his side as an indifferent Luminous passed by and stood in front of Nono. He never managed to change the events, just the scenery. Gungir pierced through Ming·Z's chest.
- Brother, I tried my best
- It's ok, I'm here as well.
Luminous wasn't going to hug or kiss Nono, he was there to take her place. He could clearly feel his heart being cut open. The spear hadn't even touched his skin and his body had begun to carbonize and turn black, showing a rare struggle, burning it inch by inch.
- No! No! No! Nono struggled to stand up and pull the lance away from him.
- Don't come near me!
The lance tried to go through him, but it only managed to pin him against the wall. Nono shivered slightly and tears slowly ran down her face, but she didn't realize that she was crying. She always wanted him to grow up and go his own way, to use any advantage she might have over him to push him forward, but now the person who was crying on the floor was her.
- Senior sister, are you okay? It's okay.
Luminous raised his head, half of his head and body were carbonized, the cracks at the end of his lips extended all the way to the roots of his ears. He was really happy, because he finally managed to achieve his goal. He didn't want to live with the regret of losing her, he had seen Johann's own regret already.
Odin wasn't pleased, the god roared as he realized he had missed his chance. Luminous whispered:
- Ming·Z·Lu...
- Brother, I am here, you really found a method to stop the lance!
- In this world, only a monster can stop a monster, and I am the biggest monster in the world...
- Yes, you are the biggest monster in the world, brother! You are awesome! Then, are you ready to make the last deal? I can't do much against the lance, but I can take care of the monster behind it, the little devil is good at this dirty work!
Luminous stared at him and asked for two conditions:
- Kill Odin, but also take Nono back to safety.
- Alright but hurry up! That guy is almost here!
Sleipnir's eight legs made a thunderous sound, the dragon subspecies that Odin mounted carried its master into the room. Luminous raised his blood-soaked hand and gave the little devil a high-five. Ming·Z's figure suddenly appeared in the night sky, this time he stopped laughing and opened his arms. He looked like a suspended cross.
- Something for nothing, 100% fusion.
He breathed deeply, as if he wanted to inhale all of the world's air into his lungs. Sharp bone spurs protruded from his body and he was covered in black scales. Huge black wings sprung from his back and he took flight, diving down, his image poured into Luminous's body.
The carbonized skin quickly peeled off, he experienced musculoskeletal growth and deformation and the sound of a glacier cracking was heard across the hospital.
The black wings were opened and Gungir was ejected from his chest. Sleipnir couldn't move a single inch closer to them, because Luminous placed his hand on the horse's chest. Nono stared blankly at him, because she couldn't tell if the monster in front of her was a friend or an enemy, but Luminous stared back at her.
- Sister, don't be afraid, as long as I live, you'll be fine.
After two years, Chen Motong saw the devil that rescued her from the bottom of the Three Gorges Dam once again. She remembered how he held her, his childlike fear and his voice.
Don't die, don't die, don't die... Don't Die!
- So it was you...
But Luminous didn't hear those words at all, he rushed to Odin, at the flash of lightning, the monsters that had been in conflict with each other so many times, leaving countless disasters, clashed once again, and the claws and the sword stained the place red and black.
They roared, they fought, a war between kings that can only be ended by death.
Epilogue
On the elevated road, Finger stopped for a moment to catch his breath. This guy is usually slacking and his posture is erratic. The death servitors are struggling to even reach his clothes.
There should be half a marathon left before he can lose them, however, the physical strength of those things is almost unlimited.
Seeing him stop, a group of servitors suddenly became excited and the baby-like cries they made reached the heavens. A girl in a black outfit and a gauze mask appeared in front of him, a ninja.
- How did you know I was here?
- I have a radar for pretty girls... Can you handle that many servitors?
Mai Sakatoku drew two small blades.
- Those are too many, I'm specialized in assassination, not group combat. It's a pity that the other two girls are not here...
- Then I hope I can help.
He had a sword in his hand, the mirror-like Murasame suddenly turned black, the black blade light soon extended all the way to his body and the rain around it evaporated. Mai was surprised by the brutality of the sword, but Finger remained indifferent.
- What kind of sword is that?
- Murasame, have you never heard of the Dragon Slayer of Fire? Then you are really kind, but a bit ignorant, my friend!
After saying that, he jumped and cut off the elevated road.
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Hey! Hope all is well. What are some indicators of rap talent in the natal chart? I’ve never seen anyone talk about rap or hip-hop in the chart
Oohhhh good one.
Indicators of Rap Talent in Astrology
Strong Mercurial Influence
This includes:
Sun in Gemini
moon in Gemini
Mercury in Gemini
Venus in Gemini
Mars in Gemini
Jupiter in Gemini
3rd House Dominant
Virgo placements
I’ve mentioned it before a few times on here but strong mercury influence in that natal chart is often found in rappers. We have to remember Mercury rules the lower mind, how we speak and communicate. It bestows on the native the “gift-of-gab” so when one has strong Mercurial influence, especially in benefic aspect one can have a way with words. This includes poetry, conciseness, and wit. A “bar” is basically a grouping of words that include all of the former. Mercury, when in harmonious aspect also gives one good rhythm, Something one needs if they’re to follow a beat well. They need to be able to go with the flow and hit every pause, break, and hook on a good beat, A good example of this would be Compton native Kendrick Lamar, whose Sun is in Gemini. Songs Like Rigarmortis, The Jig Is Up, M.A.A.D City and She Needs Me demonstrated that he has full control over his lung capacity and eloquence spitting each and every line. Christopher Wallace A.K.A the Notorious B.IG who hails from my hometown also has Mercury ruling over his Sun and he is considered one of the best rappers alive. His best friend turned Rival Tupac Shakur was also blessed by quick Silver. To this day, his metaphors resonate in songs like Changes, Hail Mary, and Hit ‘Em Up. G Eazy is another who cannot get through one song without mentioning he’s a twin. Chris Brown is a crooner but if you’ve ever heard “Holla at Me” you’ll see the kid actually has bars. Azealia Banks, another Gemini [and rather under-developed] despite her problematic tendencies has quite a talent with words. Her song 212 is indicative of this. The Late Lisa Lef-Eye Lopes, Lauryn Hill, Naughty by Nature [all Virgo’s save for one], Ice Cube, and last but not least, one of the most polarizing people on the planet, Kanye West has his Sun and Jupiter sitting in all that airy energy. Despite his tendencies, we cannot discount his consistent hits since 2003. The man even found a way to spit verses with his mouth wired shut in “Through The Wire”. I believe the most developed influence of Mercury was presented to the world when he delivered us his Magnum Opus My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy.
Leo Placements
We must not forget the nature of rap is boastful. It is not an art of humility or meekness. The nature of Leo is the very same. Apollonian energy needs to ROAR. It demands to be heard. It needs to proclaim itself “King”. As a result, you’ll find many Rappers with strong Leonine energy.
This includes:
Sun in Leo
Mercury in Leo
Mars in Leo
Venus in Leo
Midheaven in Leo
The Late Great Ermias Asghedom A.K.A Nipsey Hussle has a stellium of solar energy with his Sun, Moon, Mercury, and Mars in Leo. The Notorious Tory Lanez also has his Sun and Mercury and Venus in Leo and his energy in most of his songs, especially Talk to Me Nice, Litty Again, Shooters and Blue Jay Season demonstrate his “IDGAF, Worship Me” vibes. I saw him in concert and that man is all about the showmanship. I was holding his legs up as he crowd surfed just so he could rap in the middle of the room. Young Thug, Stormzy Soulja Boi, Bobby Shmurda, and Lil Uzi Vert are also MC’s with Suns Steeped in Leonine energy.
Martian Placements
This includes:
Sun in Aries
Moon in Aries
Mars in Aries
Mercury in Aries
Mercury conjunct Mars
Mars Conjunct/Trine/Square Pluto
Mars Conjunct Chiron
Mars Conjunct Uranus
Mars Conjunct Jupiter
Why? Let's be frank, Rap is not a soft art. Many involved in the trade have come for very war-like backgrounds. It takes a tough individual to make their way through the game. Rap is also the art form of those who do not care to wait, they take what they feel is theirs. Such is the nature of Cardinal energy [Which Mars rules] As a result, you’ll find many Arians or those with significant Martian influence heavily involved in rap. Big Sean has his Sun in Aries as does Young MA, Ryan Lewis, Lil Nas X, and Ty Dolla Sign. Meek Mill of “Championships” and Drake Beef fame has his Mars conjunct Chiron [healing] and he has often expressed that his drive [Mars] for music has healed his wounds coming from a rough neighborhood in Philly. Lil Wayne also has Mars touching his Chiron and has expressed the same sentiments. In addition, we have Eminem with his Mars Conjunct Pluto. This is NOT a placement to be fucked with. If any of you have followed Marshall’s career over the decades, he has proven that he has not one fuck to give. This man dissed his own mother on his album. Let’s not forget how he aided in ending Ja Rule’s rap career after he roasted the man on Hailey’s revenge. This is the placement of someone who cannot wait and WILL not wait to call you out. He spent the 5 bars in Jimmy Crack Corn exposing his illicit sexual relationship with Mariah Carey. Yikes.
Plutonic Influence
This includes:
Sun in Scorpio
Mars in Scorpio
Moon in Scorpio
Venus in Scorpio
Mercury touching Pluto
Mercury in Scorpio
Why? Because Pluto is all about death, wealth, and sex. Many rappers cannot get through a song without reminding you they are either unafraid of death, unafraid of subjecting someone to said fate, reminding you about how much wealth they’ve achieved and the process in which they started from the bottom and now they’re here. Case in Point: Drake. Probably one of the most famous Phoenix’s in the rap game. Drake is steeped in plutonic energy with a stellium consisting of his Sun, Mercury, Venus, and Pluto. His drive is formidable. He boasts a Mafia-boss-Esque vibe with songs like “Going Bad” and “Mob Ties”. He’s transformed from Jimmy on Degrassi to a Multi-Platinum-selling artist. He does not stop when it comes to delivering content. Such is the nature of Pluto to forever rise/be reborn from the ashes. His buddy and favorite collab artist, Future is also a Plutonian [with a Gemini Moon]. Belcalis Almanzar whom you all know as Cardi B, though a Libra, has a Scorpio stellium with her Mercury, Venus, and Pluto sitting in Pluto’s domain. Her Moon is also in Aries [It explains so much, doesn’t it? lol]. Hip-Hop Heavy Weight Jay Z also has some Plutonic influence with his Mercury touching Pluto. He is probably the most tactical when it comes to merging his rap empire with his business ventures. The first Hip-Hop Billionaire. If that’s not Plutonic level tactics, I don’t know what is. On the same note, Sean Combs A.K.A Diddy is a November Scorpio and he’s right up there with Jay Z in regard to turning his rap game into an empire. Bad Boy is the reason we even know who Biggie is. Rapper Nas has his Venus in Scorpio as well.
Taurean Influence
This includes:
Sun in Taurus
Moon in Taurus
Mars in Taurus
Taurus MC
2nd House dominance
Taurus Mercury
Remember, Taurus Rules the throat. In addition, Venus rules the 2nd House of material possessions and what we appreciate. Again, Rap is boastful and most of the individuals involved will never let you forget who they are or what they’re capable of. Meek Mill again is a Taurus Sun as is Travis Scott. Machine Gun Kelly before he switched genres is a Taurus sun. Aubrey has his MC in Taurus and so does his arch-nemesis Pusha T [who also has his Sun in Taurus]. Let’s not forget the Story of Adidon where he outed Drake’s Secret love child with a French Erotic Model [Smh]. Ruthless. Some other honorable mentions are Llyod Banks of G-Unit, Busta Rimes, and Ghostface Killa.
Sagittarius Placements
This includes:
Sun in Sagittarius
Jupiter Dominant
Moon in Sagittarius
Mercury in Sagittarius
Mars in Sagittarius
Sag is ruled by Jupiter which is all about expansion. There can also be a touch of drama with all that fire energy going on. As a result, rappers with Sag placements make their presence known. They will not stop until they’re heard. Prime example of this is the Barb herself, Nicki Minaj. Say what you want about the Queens native, her verse on Monster was probably the best out of everyone. Objectively of course. Beyonce’s Hubby Jay Z is an archer as is Compton Native The Game, Offset, and DMX.
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That Smile; Luke Hemmings
description: in which you’re a songwriter, working on Youngblood with 5sos, when a certain blonde catches your eyes.
a/n: there will be a part 2 for this!
“AHHHH!” You threw your green mechanical pencil across the room. It bounced off of the wall, snapping in half, and landing in separate places. One ended up by the door by your shoes, the other on the couch, beside your purse, jacket, and water bottle.
A voice crackled through the speaker system, obvious laughter being bitten back. “Y/N, are you okay?”
You squeezed your eyes shut, hands in fists on either of your temples. You were on the floor, on your back, skinny jean clad legs sprawled out in front of you. Your t-shirt was ridden up on your stomach, revealing a thin strip of your skin to the room, which you were now realizing was freezing. Through welling goosebumps, you grumbled, “I’m never okay, Brad. You know this.”
“I had to check. We have legal obligations in the workplace,” he responded, this time chuckling throughout his spiel.
“Damn, OSHA,” you mumbled into your bottom lip.
Brad hesitated before his voice echoed back in, “They’re here, by the way. Making their way back now.”
“I’m not getting up yet. I’m still moping over my inability to properly write a single-“ your voice rose into a yell now, “fucking line about a stupid fucking boy!”
It was now that you realized the door to the studio was open with the head of receptionist Cindy in the room. “Is this a bad time?”
“I get paid to do this, I have no say,” you dropped your hands to your sides. “Let ‘em in.”
The four lanky boys shuffled in, two dressed like it was New York Fashion Week, the other two lazed about in sweatpants and hoodies. They stood awkwardly against the wall, unsure of how to go about greeting someone having a mental breakdown on the ground below them.
“Hello, I’m sorry, I’m trying to recover,” you began to sit up, back cracking in the process. You straightened your shirt out, catching eyes with the tall blonde. You swear, in the most cringey way, your breath caught in your lungs.
“You’re okay, we go through similar processes,” a curly headed, dirty blond remarked, giggling lightly.
“Yeah, I have plenty of photos of Calum laying on the floor like you were,” long fringe, bright eyes. Michael, perhaps?
You had familiarized yourself with photos of them on the internet, but were not at all confident you knew who they were. In fact, you couldn’t recall anyone’s name when the tall blonde who stole your breath offered his hand. You took it, your hand completely encased in his warm one. Without much efforts, he pulled you off the ground, nearly flush against his chest. But, you made sure to step back when you stood.
“Thanks,” you sighed, shuffling to the couch in your sock-clad feet. “Uh, I’m Y/N,” you introduced while clearing the seating area for them, “I’m sorry, I dont really know your names. Could you-?”
“Luke,” he stuck out the same hand for you to shake; you did.
Michael was who you suspected, Calum the jet black haired man Michael had mentioned, and Ashton the giggly one. You situated yourselves on the couches once you demanded they make themselves at home.
“So, this is your third album?” Of course you knew their music. If you were pairing with an artist on a new project, you had to familiarize yourself with their sound. You couldn’t write a Taylor Swift-like song for Lil Uzi Vert.
“Yeah,” Ashton answered, seemingly the spokesperson for the band. He was sat on the couch across from you, with Calum, Michael in the computer chair by the recording equipment. Luke was beside and, damn, did he smell good.
“What’s the motive?” They looked confused at the question, sharing a furrowed look. With a quick tuck of your legs underneath you on the couch, you launched into explanation, eyes moving from boy to boy. “So, you’re first album was very teen punk, kinda edgy, but safe with cute love songs and innocent forever young vibes. Sounds Good, Feels Good was super grunge with ballads about your actual feelings, a few love songs, and a handful of those same forever young vibes. It was, like, healing for you, almost. Like an album meant to truly introduce your fans to who you are. What do you want to say with this one?”
Luke cleared his throat beside you, “I dont know that we really have a vision with this one. We never really do.”
“Gosh,” you laughed, “no wonder they hired you guys a new songwriter. You have to have a plan! Otherwise it takes way too long and you have no idea what you’re doing. You’ve managed to do awesome without me, but this album, I promise, is going to be amazing.”
They, collectively, grinned at you. “I dont know about you, boys, but Ive got fucking chills!” Ashton exclaimed, shoving Calums shoulder, glancing at Michael.
You grinned back, proud with yourself and your words. You looked over at Luke who had a twinkle in his eyes, a smaller smile that seemed reserved for admiration to you.
-
You’d see that smile many times again throughout the process of writing their new album, later titled Youngblood after the first song you wrote together.
Ashton thought you were a bloody genius, as he would say, again and again.
“Its just a simple lyrical progression, Ash,” you coined his nickname a week into the process, “not that big of a deal.”
He still grinned, continuing to flip at your ‘talent’ with the randomest things.
When Youngblood, the song, was completely recorded and produced, you had a listening party in the small recording studio. You’d baked cupcakes and cookies for everyone, Calum had popped some champagne, and Michael brought his girlfriend along for the celebration.
You got along with Crystal well, chattering about makeup, music, and many other things before Brad came into the room with a frog shaped file USB. You stood from the couch beside Crystal and moved to stand beside Luke, who just so happened to be standing in the spot you wanted to. He smiled down at you, bouncing on his heels in excitement.
As Brad set up the file, Luke said, “The cupcakes are really good. As are the cookies, and the song. Everything, really.”
He was nervous around you. He was never nervous around girls. But something about your overwhelming talent, immense beauty, and super sweet personality made him jittery. He held tightly to his paper cup, nearly breaking in from his squeezing knuckles.
“Thank you, Luke,” you set a hand on his shoulder, prepared to say something else when the song began.
You’d heard it prior to this to ensure that it wouldn’t be utter crap. It was amusing and prideful for you to watch everyone’s jaws drops, to see Calum drop onto the couch with his head in his hands. Ashton danced around, Crystal leaned against Michael, praising his guitar and vocal bits. As the beat picked up and, soon, as it ended, Luke turned to you, lifted you in his arms, and spun you around. You were laughing, head thrown back, hands clutching at his hoodie-clad shoulders. When he set you down, you were still laughing, as was he. His laugh faded into that smile, that stupid smile.
-
The next time you saw it was halfway through the album. You had been losing sleep, between handling 5sos as a client and, now, Taylor Swift, who noticed your work through a friend. She wanted a new song, something uplifting and sweet. You agreed to help, not realizing that, now, you were overloaded. And, you weren’t able to devote your time to just 5sos.
One day, at the end of a long studio day, Luke noticed you on the floor of the recoding studio. Youd set yourself there when the boys starting gathering up their things, bidding your farewells with weary hands. Your eyes were no shut, hands resting on your stomach. Luke watched the boys leave and, having driven himself there, sat down beside you. He nudged your leg, gaining your attention through weary eyes.
“Hi,” he smiled, not quite in that way, but still sweetly. “Are you okay?”
“Stressed. Tired. Sick of writing. I haven’t been out with friends in so long and i want to, but all of my friends have normal lives with normal jobs. So they wont go with me during the week, and I cant on the weekends, because Ive been busy with Taylor Swift. God, never thought I’d say that sentence. Anyways, I just really want to get drunk and dance and then cry to someone about being sad, single, and so, so tired.”
“Well,” Luke resisted the urge to pick you up, place you in his lap, cradle you and coo you to sleep, “I’m sure I can urge Ash to have a party in his house. There’s plenty of people who dont care about their jobs or dont even have ‘em.”
You lifted yourself up on to your knees, “I would literally write you, like, an entire song if you got him to do that. I need a night away.”
“No need, I’m fine with one dance reserved for me,” there was the smile. “Oh, and a shot. We have to do a shot together.”
“I would do a million shots with you.”
He walked you to the parking lot, to your car, leaning against the door frame while you turned it on and buckled your seat belt. “Okay, so, Ill send you his address, and see you in a few hours?”
“See you.”
Now, what the hell were you going to wear?
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Black Swan bookgasm review #1: War Music by Christopher Logue (1981)
This is the first in a series of random book reviews taken from my own hand written notes in my journal. Notes are re-edited to make it into a more coherent presentation with the hope others would read the book for themselves.
War Music by Christopher Logue (1981)
War Music by Christopher Logue comprises versions of Homer’s Iliad published over decades since 1981. It’s a modern, cinematic re-rendering of the Greek epic which manages to re-cast Homer’s battles for twentieth-century readers.
I first read parts of it when I went out on tour to Afghanistan as a combat helicopter pilot. It was a ragged dog eared copy given to me by one of my older siblings who had served in the armed forces with distinction and now he wanted me to have it since I was being deployed to Afghanistan.
In between down times between missions I would read it and just soak in its inventive use off language to tell a story birthed at the dawn of Western civilisation and teaching a lesson as old as civilisation itself: that all wars are the same wars.
The English poet Christopher Logue called himself a “Catholic atheist.” Were he religious, he said, he would look out for God in creation. “Did the ancient Greeks believe in their gods as I believe in the ancient Greeks?” he wondered. One of the Lasallian Brothers at his Catholic school in Southsea told him about the elaborate ornamentation hidden from view on cathedral roofs, “safe in the sight of God until Judgment Day.” This information convinced the young Logue to work from that day in the spirit of the medieval carvers: without justification. “That I did not know what I wanted to do was unimportant,” he wrote.
Logue, born in Portsmouth in 1926, described his father as “a devout Irish-English Catholic.” His paternal grandfather, a Catholic from Coleraine in Northern Ireland, spent twenty-two years in the British Army. His Irish aunt Margaret taught him to read and write. “Atheism?” she once admonished him. “There’s no such thing. A silly boast God finds no trouble in forgiving.” Logue never stopped believing in God, he said, because he had never started believing in Him. “I find the idea of a beginning as impossible to credit as that of an end.” His own atheism left him unimpressed. He preferred the company of people whom he knew to be religious.
Logue always envied people with a purpose. It was not until 1959, after a stint in a military brig and a period writing pornography in Paris, that he found his. In his early thirties and already feeling old, he was asked by the classicist Donald Carne-Ross, then working for the BBC, to adapt a passage from the Iliad for an English version he was broadcasting on the Third Programme. Doris Lessing, a close acquaintance, had told Logue that the Iliad, if not the task of its translation, suited him well: “Something to do with heroism, tragedy, that sort of thing.” But Logue found Homer boring. Carne-Ross proposed a section of Book XXI in which Achilles attacks the river Scamander, provided Logue with a prose crib and advised him to read published translations to get a sense of the story. “A translator must know one language well,” Carne-Ross told Logue. “Preferably his own.”
Carne-Ross also advised Logue to go away and “read translations by those who did. Follow the story.” Logue gave it a go, and the result sowed the seed of what was to blossom over the decades into the centrepiece of Logue’s working life; his ultimate creative endeavour.
For more than forty years the English poet Christopher Logue worked in fits and starts on his narrative poem War Music, subtitled An Account of Homer’s Iliad. The poem, which he was unable to complete before he died in 2011, was published in several sections titled War Music (1981), Kings (1991), The Husbands (1995), All Day Permanent Red (2003), and Cold Calls (2005), corresponding, respectively, to Books 16-19, 1-2, 3-4, 5-6, and 7-9 of The Iliad. These books were brought together in a single volume by Faber publishers that tells the story of Logue’s fragmentary and highly original Trojan War.
Clearly the poem cannot be read outside of its relation to The Iliad, but we also cannot call it a “translation” in the familiar sense. To do so would suggest that it belongs in the same category as works produced with an aim of comprehensive fidelity to the original’s language and structure, texts such as those by Richmond Lattimore, Robert Fitzgerald, Robert Fagles, and Stanley Lombardo.
Is War Music, then, a form of loose translation, a “carrying over” of spirit, with all the liberty that implies? Is Logue, as Gary Wills wrote, the third in an exclusive tradition of English poets, after George Chapman and Alexander Pope, “to bring Homer crashing into their own time”? I think so.
Logue drew inspiration from a vast range of sources. The lines with which Zeus surveys the Trojan plain after a day’s fighting have been taken directly from a New Yorker piece on the first Gulf War: “He looks/ Back to the Ridge that is, save for a million footprints,/ Empty now”. When Agamemnon shouts Achilles down, his words are half-borrowed from Milton’s Lycidas: “Blindmouth!/ Good words would rot your tongue”. Snippets of the venerable translations by Pope and Chapman pop up at unexpected moments, amid the ultra-violence of Logue’s battle scenes.
War Music is a translation that takes no prisoners. No line of Homer’s survives un-annealed by the application of English. Like Homer, Logue is absolutely unapologetic about the business of bloodletting. This attitude complements his insusceptibility to beauty. “In verse (as elsewhere) beauty will serve any view and give it a glamour,” he wrote, pondering the case of Ezra Pound. “We should not be afraid to call it whorish.” Logue takes courage in this matter from the example of the Iliad. “The Greeks are not humanistic, not Christian, not sentimental,” Xanthe Wakefield told him on the occasion of his first looking into Homer. “Please try to understand that. They are musical.” Logue sets himself the challenge of converting the sounds of slaughter into the chimes at midnight. This requires an acute sensitivity to fate untinged by timidity. In one of his working notes Logue reminds himself to supply, at a certain point in the poem, a simile for “how far courage can take you.” In truth his whole work stands as an extension of that simile, almost to its breaking point.
Logue’s retelling of the Iliad plays with the idea that, when it comes to war, any sort of ending is an illusion. His decision to illustrate Homer’s story of brave men and bickering gods with flagrantly anachronistic combat imagery (“whumping” helicopters; Uzis “shuddering warm against your hip”) makes the point that, when it comes to war, the best humanity has ever managed is the odd break between battles. This is certainly how I felt in my down time between missions. The whumping sound of the rotar blades throbbed in my ear as I got into the cockpit of my helicopter - many times it made me think of Logue’s haunting lines.
War Music is incomplete because the war isn’t over. “Someone”, the last line reads, “has left a spear stuck in the sand.” It’s an ideal outgoing image: still, striking, but throbbing with potential; gesturing to the wars to come. As I left Afghanistan I thought about my colonial ancestors who had sought adventure and high service in this beautiful barren land and that I was but a passing present incarnation and then the chilling sad thought struck me that I know I won’t be the last in the wars to come.
It is, of course, frustrating that War Music will never be complete but the collected edition one can buy now gives us a definitive text of one of the strangest and most thrilling English poems since the 20th Century. It also confirms that Logue’s Homer deserves a place alongside those of Chapman and Pope.
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* taps the mic * testing , testing , 1 , 2 , 3 .... hello ? * clears throat * hi guys & gals & non binary pals !! i’m taylor weighing in at the solid age of 20 years old aka a glorified teenager because really what can i do that a 19 year old can’t lmao ? i’m from the est & couldn’t be more excited to have found this beautiful gem of a roleplay ! honestly i haven’t been this excited about a group in ... forever ! so i cannot wait to start roleplaying with you all ! but for now i’m going to leave you with this intro because i’m going to the pats game tonight ?! and need to run & get ready because my friends are on the way ! without further ado though , i think it’s time for me to introduce you to my lil baby donna who i haven’t played in like 7 months so please bare with me here while i find my footing with her again ! if you’d like to plot just give this a like or shoot me an im & i promise i’ll get back to you when i get home later tonight !
note : here career is here in this post btw !
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╰ playlist . ◞,
1. let you go by machine gun kelly , 2. bmo by ari lennox , 3. death by trippie redd ft. dababy , 4. agree to disagree by sleeping with siren , 5. night shift by dave east ft. lil baby , 6. violent crimes by kanye west , 7. runaway by aurora , 8. love song by lana del rey , 9. all the good girls go to hell by billie eilish , 10. i think im okay by machine gun kelly ft. yungblood , 11. envy me by calboy , 12. cash s**t by megan thee stallion ft. dababy , 13. yellow hearts by ant sanders , 14. what to do? by jackboys ft. don toliver , 15. the git up by blanco brown , 16. erase your social by lil uzi vert , 17. everything i wanted by billie eilish , 18. bandit by juice wrld ft youngboy never broke again , 19. bop by dababy , 20. candy by machine gun kelly ft. trippie redd .
╰ biography . ◞,
an only child born to a secretary for a mother & an often unemployed father in athens , ohio in late 1996 . life for young donna was nothing out of any film you would enjoy watching . a childhood full of neglect & growing up much too fast for your own good . her father , matthew , had fallen into heavy addiction just a year before donna’s birth & her mother , denise , had learned to bury her sorrows with a bottle of alcohol . well below the poverty index there were many nights she knew she wouldn’t come home to food on the table but instead a slew of addicts getting their high in the middle of the living room , keeping the young girl up at all times of the night with their rowdy antics .
by the time she reached third grade she’d learned that her day at school would go over much more smoothly if she made sure she had her backpack, coat & on the one off chance that there was enough food in the house pack her lunch , because if she waited for one of her parents to do it for her she’d never make it to school on time . her mom often had to rush to work in a hungover state & her father didn’t wake up until after she was already due for school , so donna had relied on the bus to get to & from school each day .
at twelve she’d realized that she was much happier the less time she spent at home & so she did all she could to stay out with her friends . she became one of those kids you passed wondering where their parents were at that time of night as them & their friends wreaked havoc in the streets of athens . picking up smoking weed at the ripe age of thirteen , she quickly learned nothing was a better fix for how much she’d hated her life than a quick blunt . she’d fallen into a dark place at a very young age & from her perspective there was really no way out of the downward spiral she had fallen into . she blamed her parents for messing her up so badly & often when she was home it turned into blows between herself & her parents the end result always landed her at one of her friends houses for the night.
it wasn’t until she was fifteen that she befriended a new girl whose parents took a liking to donna & really took her in . it was something like a safe haven spot for her , somewhere she always knew she could go & they’d want to hear about her day or feed her . they’re the ones who learned of donna’s wanting to join the school theater club & urged her to do so . they attended her first performance & her second, third , fourth , etc .
one of her performances at the school garnered the attention of a screenwriter who felt she was a perfect fit for a character they were in the process of creating . this was when her first hollywood deal came , initially turning it down as she had no means to so much as leave the city of athens forget travel to an entirely different state . the screenwriter offered to take care of her completely & before she knew it she was working on the first installment of the hunger games .
when she got back to athens after spending a few months in los angeles she’d realized just how much potential there was out in the world . at this point she decided to take things within her life a bit more seriously . there was a life outside of athens , ohio & donna was craving for it now . making the conscious decision to focus on her schooling with the hopes that she’d be able to get into a decent university . college had never been so much as thought for donna before she’d left the city but after filming a movie , she realized almost anything was possible even for someone like her .
during this same year , her parents split up & her father got back together with his highschool sweetheart , this prompted her father to admit to donna that she had a brother who was three years older than her , who was actually in college . the two got to know one another fairly well when he’d come back home from school during breaks & the two found themselves loving the idea of having a sibling . mutually upset that they’d spent so much of their time not knowing each other so much as existed . donna lived with her father & step-mother amanda in athens & the change in her father was more than visible . she was more than happy that her father had gotten on the straight & narrow , no matter what had to take place for it to happen & who he needed in his life for it to take place . in this time her mother moved to cincinnati & the separation actually made the relationship between donna & her mother stronger .
in 2014 , she graduated from highschool & had committed to attending ohio state university as a theater major . during her time in columbus , ohio she & her new found friends took a liking to the downtown area where they found a hidden gem bar that often held open mic nights . this is where donna was really able to cultivate her love for stand up , despite dabbling in it a few times back in high school & whenever she was out in los angeles . she took to college well & somehow managed to juggle her education , career & social life fairly well . if you ask her how she did it , she’ll always give all the credit to her brother brody & maybe some residual credit to weed .
in her sophomore year she’d fallen in love for the very first time , with one of the quarterbacks at her university . they dated for two years before he’d decided to transfer to lousiana state university . she understood why he did it , he had a career in football he was chasing & she couldn’t be mad at him about that . despite the long distance & at times very hectic schedules between the two of them she worked on being the most supportive girlfriend she could to him & made it out to any & every game she possibly could of his .
after graduating from ohio state she moved down to lousiana in hopes to be with him more but her career kind of kept going & so she was nearly in louisiana just as often as she had been before moving down there. they made it work for a good amount of time , but the distance just started to become a little too much . donna is someone who craves affection after a childhood of not much affection to be sparred . she caught herself at times during the relationship on the verge of cheating , but she is a staunch believer that if you truly love someone you could never do something of that magnitude to them . it was a mutual break up , that came in the early months of 2019 .
she’s now been living in calabasas since she moved out of louisiana & is learning to get back onto her feet without someone there to uplift her .
╰ scandal . ◞,
on december 23rd of 2019 a sex tape with donna’s name plastered all over it had been released online . it was a sex tape of her & her ex who by this time has cemented himself as the likely first round pick in the nfl draft . the sex tape took off & it seemed as though every time her team managed to get it down , it popped up somewhere else . both donna & her ex knew neither one was to blame for the leaking of the sex tape & so they worked together to figure out who was behind it , today their getting closer & closer to finding the person who did it . despite this , the tape is still able to be viewed on the internet it you dig hard enough . although not many have to do that as it had gone vial upon it’s initial release back in december .
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Fallen
I wanted to write a darkfic. I was also determined to write something short! But as always, this took on a life of its own... Does 3,300 words count as short?
Partially inspired by @duck-duck-duck-moose‘s recent prison escape drabble. Enjoy.
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There was no moon. The night was black as jet, and but for the lights from the warehouse below Drakken wouldn't have been able to see anything in the remote part of the Orinoco rainforest that was to be the site of their next larceny.
He hung back nervously and watched Shego as she gazed at their target through binoculars, laying flush against the flat rooftop and just barely peeking over the edge. He still wasn't used to her new look of all black with her hair wrapped all around her head in a some type of layered plait. A mask hung around her neck ready to cover the lower-half of her face, and night-vision goggles completed the look. The only semblance to her old costume was the pouch on her calf. When she wore the goggles and mask they concealed her skin, rendering her nearly invisible in the dark.
He likewise wasn't used to the costume she had insisted that he wear, essentially black combat fatigues, but with heavy-duty bullet proof armor and a few 'accessories.' 'Because we both know you'd be a goner without them, where we're going,' she had told him. He also had a mask and goggles, but he wore them as little as possible. He felt terribly out of character with all of it.
Shego motioned him forward with a subtle gesture, and he slowly crawled on his belly as she had taught him until he reached her side and peered over the edge of the roof with her. He lifted his binoculars and followed her gaze until he easily found their target: hundreds of packing crates, filled with bags and bags of a pearly white powder that went by many names in the underworld. And it was all being loaded into about two-dozen massive trucks by a contingent of at least fifty men clad similarly to himself, all speaking Spanish.
Shego tapped his shoulder, and he lowered the binoculars to see her point first at the corner of a building far to their left, and then over to the first truck in the caravan. He raised the binoculars again and looked to her first point.
Dr. Director of Global Justice peered around the corner of a building, along with General Shipp of the U.S. Army. Drakken knew that the Army's special teams were all stationed strategically around the supposedly hidden jungle warehouses for miles. Traps had been set, every road was guarded, and every contingency considered. If all went as planned, this would be the biggest drug bust in history.
Except that he and Shego were planning a double-cross.
Well, Shego was. He was just along for the ride, as he had been for the last eight months when she decided she was getting bored with their vanilla jobs at G.J. At first she had taken small side jobs of the sort the government didn't want the public to know existed. But those jobs had quickly gotten bigger and bigger, to the point where he had been working up the courage to confront her.
Except that she came to him first. She had been blunt and said she was done, that she had been done before it had ever started. She was a villain. But she had stayed for him and wanted him to go along with her now. Her plan was to keep up the facade and begin rebuilding their empire, which would be easier while they weren't wanted in any countries.
The very idea made him sick. He had wanted to plead with her, to tell her that he was happy, and that when they were inevitably found out it would be worse for them than ever.
But every argument was forgotten when he melted into her passionate kiss.
To the world they were still heroes. But now he followed her on every mission, obeying her orders, and carefully covering up their tracks.
A few million stolen here, a job for Belarusian crime lords there. Most of the time she secretly took the independent contracts and would be gone for weeks, and he was left hoping she would come back alive even as he forged all manner of excuses when their bosses came looking for her.
When he expressed his concern with her disappearing acts, she started taking him with her. Thus began his mercenary training and the distressing revelation that there was more in her head this time than the weekend-style villainy to which he had long been accustomed.
This time there was blood. And bodies. And a disturbingly casual attitude about it all that urged him to attend her even more closely.
On that moonless night they were the Army's wild card. Dr. Director was there in the capacity of an independent contractor as they were, and General Shipp was running the show. He would give the order for special forces to move in. Then if things looked to be heading south, Shego and Drakken would arrive with their superpowers to mix things up. But only if absolutely necessary.
Shego had decided it was before they were even out of the Pentagon.
Her plan was very simple on the surface. When the Army moved in, so would they. They would steal one truck, easily missed in what would no doubt be a blood bath once the firefight started, and get away with ease since they knew where all the booby traps were and which roads to take. What was worth a few cents in Venezuela would be worth thousands in the U.S., and Shego knew exactly who to sell the goods to.
"Sarria is here," she whispered, drawing his attention to the other place she had pointed. A man smoking a cigar whose face Drakken couldn't make out stood near the lead eighteen-wheeler, giving orders and dual-wielding Uzis. "So that's the truck we go for."
"Why?" Drakken asked.
"He wouldn't be guarding it so closely if— Oh...look!"
Drakken looked again as the back door of the truck was slid open and a crate was lifted inside. This was the last one and filled the vehicle to capacity.
When he looked over at Shego, her expression was almost lustful.
"If that truck is actually that full of coke... It could be worth almost a billion!"
Drakken felt a familiar, licentious desire rise within him. What he could do with a billion dollars...
"Okay, sixty seconds out. Are the synthodrones ready?"
"Yes," he said with a nod, swallowing anxiously.
There was no coming back after this mission. Everyone would know when his newly improved and much larger electro-synthodrone army attacked exactly who was responsible. And his creations would of course attack everyone. Mercenaries only took the side of who paid the most, Shego had instructed him, but for this plan their only loyalties were to themselves.
"And the jammers?" she continued, tucking her binoculars away into her small backpack.
She never looked at him anymore. She never teased him and hardly ever talked to him outside of giving him an order or explaining their next job or scheme. There were no more Friday nights at karaoke, or vacations to Greece. When she wasn't out doing something decidedly illegal and self-serving, she was making plans for the next time.
He barely recognized her.
"Yes."
"All right, wait for my signal," she said, reaching for her mask.
"Shego?" he said, catching her hand in his.
She looked up at him with questioning and almost suspicious eyes.
Before she could react he slipped his other hand behind her head and quickly closed the distance between them, kissing her ardently.
45 seconds...
She didn't respond.
40 seconds...
She gently tried to push him away. His fingers laced between hers as his tongue bravely caressed her lips.
35 seconds...
She spoke against his mouth that there wasn't time for that, her warm breath mingling with his.
30 seconds.
His tongue continued its demands until her soft lips parted, and his heart swelled.
25 seconds.
Finally and gratefully his tongue found hers, writing his desire in tender swirls. The answering press of her lips was sweet and hesitant.
20 seconds.
The hand that pushed against his chest weakened until it slipped down and lay limp in her lap. Her lips trembled in their effort to respond to his fervor.
15 seconds.
He slowly withdrew his tongue and hers followed, unwilling to surrender the touch. His lips captured her honey-sweet member and suckled it gently.
She moaned.
An urgent need for air forced him to relinquish his control, and he reluctantly drew his lips away from hers. When he opened his eyes hers were still closed, and he ended up holding his breath again.
He wanted to save her. He wanted her back. But the deeper she went into this new world, the further she fell. Simply tagging along and being there with her wasn't enough. And his fear grew as the days passed with no glimmer of hope, and he was almost out of ideas.
His earpiece crackled with the voice of General Shipp, signaling his troops to move in. He knew she heard the same thing in hers.
In the moment her eyes opened, she was there. The familiar friend who challenged him to be better than he was, and who he admired for her relentless pursuit of self-worth, not letting even the world hold her down.
She was looking at him.
But in less than the time it took for the general to issue his command, she was gone, displaced by the dead eyes of the mercenary.
The loss was so profound that he felt it deep in his chest, like a fist clenching around his heart.
"Shego..." he whispered desperately, begging her to come back to him.
Her eyes met his and there was a flicker of her—the tiniest of flickers—that he wanted to believe and hope in.
"Drakken..."
And then she was gone again, pulling away from him and putting her mask in place.
On the ground below them, the sound of machine gun fire had taken over the night and he knew he had to refocus. He would never get her back if he wasn't able to keep up with her.
"We'll have time for that after we get our billion. Let's go," she said, climbing over the wall and sliding down the rope they had secured there.
Drakken followed and moments later was peering over her shoulder into chaos.
Erratic flashes of yellow and orange lit up the surrounding jungle as the army moved in against the drug lords. The criminals were meeting the attack in kind, most shielding themselves behind the crates and trucks while others used more brash tactics, rushing to meet their enemies in armored cars. The unending retort of too many weapons was dizzying, and Drakken huddled behind Shego in fear.
"Now," Shego hissed, and Drakken obediently sent the command to the synthodrones.
They watched from the shadows as the towering seven-foot automatons appeared as if from thin air amid both the soldiers and the criminals as their cloaking devices were deactivated, their numbers excelling those of the combined sides of the conflict.
Anger and shock and terror and rage were the cries of their enemies, easily understood whether in English or Spanish as the new and improved electro-synthodrones attacked. Bodies began falling, some by electrocution and others by blunt force trauma as the highly-skilled androids followed their programming.
Shego began creeping along the wall of the building they had hidden upon and toward the lead truck, her eyes never leaving the action.
"Gun," she said. Drakken quickly handed her the laser pistol he had designed and she used the invisible beam to shoot out every light along their path as they went, a little extra security in case the synthodrones weren't distraction enough.
Their earpieces crackled with the furious voice of Dr. Director, demanding to know what they were up to. Synthodrones had been banned in their first year at G.J.
Shego handed him the gun back as they came to the corner of the building and paused. This would be the hard part. There was no cover between them and the truck now, and it was about forty yards away from them. The gate that would lead to freedom was closed and locked, and the rumored leader of the cartel was still standing right next to their prize, cigar still in his mouth and an uzi in each hand.
The fighting was concentrated at the other end of the caravan, which was to their disadvantage. They would likely be spotted if they simply made a run for it.
"We need the fight to come over here," he muttered.
Just then, an explosion sent flames and debris in a thirty foot radius. Drakken fell to the ground and covered his head, while the unflappable Shego merely narrowed her eyes. Luck was in their favor as a combination of soldiers and criminals ran toward the gate, some fighting each other and synthodrones pursuing them all.
"Attention all units..."
In their earpieces they heard Dr. Director proclaim them belligerents in the fight, and General Shipp authorized all necessary force to stop them.
There really was no going back.
"Ready?" Shego asked, looking at him as he sheepishly stood back up.
"Mhm," he said nervously.
She took off running through the dark toward the truck and he followed right behind her, his eyes darting around between their enemies looking for any sign of threat. The first came from one of the soldiers who spotted them and shouted their names. Heads turned in their direction, and Shego growled in anger as their cover was blown.
They were halfway there. One of the soldiers ran in front of Shego to stop her, but without hesitation she leapt into the air and came down on top of him with a harsh kick to his knee. Drakken heard the crack as the bones were broken and the man cried out in pain.
Two of the drug lords opened fire on them and Shego dropped to the ground and rolled swiftly toward them. Before they knew what had hit them she had swept their legs out from under them and was behind them, a snarl on her face as she twisted one of their arms in each of her hands until she heard the telltale snap.
Drakken was transfixed in a mixture of awe, horror, and disgust at the violent display.
"Drakken!" Shego's cry alerted him, and he turned to see the missile from a rocket launcher growing rapidly as it raced directly toward him.
He pressed his fingers fiercely into the button on the center of his belt, activating his personal shield. He closed his eyes tightly as the rocket impacted it, the light momentarily blinding as the flames expanded and then dissipated.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
Any shield that could stop Shego's powers could stop a rocket.
Shego was up again and had knocked back the soldier who fired at him with a harsh kick to the chest. The man's body fell back hard against the ground and he didn't move again.
Catching his breath, Drakken hurried to catch up as he knew he would probably be hot-wiring the truck before they could escape.
Shego was only a few steps ahead of him, her eyes darting from side to side almost daring anyone else to challenge them.
Sudden pain as if from a large fist hit Drakken square in the chest. Again. And again, and with a grunt he faltered in his run and tumbled head over heels in the last ten yards to their destination.
Shego's cry of fury forced his eyes up again and he saw that it had been Sarria with his Uzis that took him down, and now the target of his lover's rage.
He would thank her for the bulletproof armor later.
He watched as if spellbound as a massive green blast from her hands lifted the man off the ground and slammed him into the side of the eighteen-wheeler. The force left him suspended for a moment and then his body slid down to the ground, a thick red stripe of blood following him and staining the side of the truck.
"Come on!" Shego said, dragging him up with a hand on his bicep.
He scrambled into the truck as she melted the gate away with another blast, and in a moment she was by his side.
Whether by some miracle or more dumb luck, the keys were in the ignition. After the motor started he put his foot down hard on the gas and never let it up, willing the vehicle to move. There was an echo of metal upon metal as bullets spattered against the truck, but Drakken knew it was all in vain. With their treachery revealed Shego had no more reason to hold back. Whoever was shooting would find themselves dead if she was annoyed enough.
A figure suddenly ran in front of the truck with hands outstretched and Drakken instinctively stepped on the brakes.
"Don't stop! Just run them over!" Shego growled.
"Dr. Director?" Drakken said as the woman ran up to Shego's side of the truck and shouted at them through the open window.
"Why!? How could you betray—!?"
She was interrupted by one of Shego's green blasts. It knocked her down hard, leaving bloody and smoking wounds on her chest and face.
"Move over!"
Drakken obediently relinquished the driver's seat to Shego and looked sadly at his former boss writhing on the ground in pain as they drove away.
Drakken's chest still hurt from the multiple bullet impacts. He was sure they would leave bruises. But it also hurt from the betrayal. This life was never what he wanted.
"We'll make a deal once we get to Colombia, and then double-cross them once we're on the plane," Shego said, the truck beginning to accelerate as it left the warehouse and started down the jungle road.
"With who?" he asked cautiously.
"Don Mario."
Drakken's eyes widened. "Are you sure?"
"We'll offer him a large cut. When he knows who we stole it from, he'll be more than willing."
"You've...dealt with him before?" Drakken said fearfully.
"I've worked for him."
The possible implications made Drakken sick to his stomach. Why, why had she chosen this life? What had happened to her?
"Will we need more synthodrones...for when we cross him?"
"Nah." Shego leaned back in the seat as the truck made it up to sixty miles per hour, steering with one hand atop the wheel while she studied the titanium-clawed glove on her other. One corner of her mouth curled lazily upward, but the smirk didn't reach her eyes. "And you know...we can get even more money out of him."
"How?"
She flared her hand, illuminating the cab in a terrifying green light. "We'll just offer his head to the highest bidder."
"Oh..."
Drakken's mind and heart were in turmoil as he studied her, a facsimile of the person he had known and loved for years as she drove away with their billion-dollar prize
He still loved her. It was the only explanation for why he kept following after her, obeying her every whim, committing crimes that were in his mind unthinkable. But how long could he survive watching her kill without a thought, sometimes even taking pleasure in the act?
She kept falling, falling away from the real world and into a place he wasn't sure he could follow.
He reached out and took her gloved hand in his and kissed the back of it. He knew his eyes bore the desperation he was feeling, and there was nothing he could do to conceal it.
When she looked at him this time there was no evidence of the person he used to know. No glimmer of hope, no response whatsoever. But worse...this time he recognized the beginnings of indifference in her eyes.
He wondered how long it would be before she fell away from him, too.
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