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Quick ‘n Rough Huntik x Mass Effect intro (fanfic thing)
So I said like...3-4 days ago to expect some Huntik x ME that no one asked for or wanted, and I’d hate to leave the imaginary people who wanted it hanging. So heres some of what I have.
It’ll never be a ‘real’ fic or anything like that, but maybe a few snippets and whatnot will appear. It’s this or stop writing anything Huntik related till I find some real good motivation so XD here’s some Huntik x ME!
For context, the idea is that Dante and the crew of the Nexus were ordered to pick up Sophie and Lok from Earth at the first hint of the Spirals starting their galaxy wide attack. There were hints that Lok could be a key to stopping the war and/or helping explore the recently discovered galaxy on the other end of a previously locked mass relay to see if the survivors could escape through there. Sophie’s the last known Casterwill descendant, and her biotics are the only ones that can activate old Casterwill nodes that will allow the new relay to safely function, as well as hey, don’t let the ancient mysterious race go extinct I guess?
They’re all fleeing Earth after the very sudden and unexpected attack. Everyone BUT Lok and Sophie were expecting this.
“Cherit, get Terzi to plot the course to the Citadel. Cadets Lambert, Casterwill, until we get this protection detail settled you two aren’t leaving my sight.” Commander Dante Vale of the SSV Nexus jerked his thumb over his shoulder, indicating the elevator that rose through the ship’s levels. “So unless you’re injured I’m needed up on the bridge.”
Unable to speak, shaken and pale from the destruction they had witnessed, Lok and Sophie just nodded and followed the legendary man into the elevator.
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The CIC was, in some odd way that only could be managed by the Foundation military, in a state of ordered chaos.
“Scarlett!”
The young Asari looked up from her station at the galaxy map, relived by the sound of the commander’s voice. “Dante! You made it! We were worried–“
“I’m fine, and I’m glad you made it too.” Dante gave the alien a quick clap to the shoulder as he passed, his eyes flicking around the busy room. Soldiers and support staff, though significantly fewer than usual on the Nexus, streamed past the commander and the two cadets clustered close to him. Many had rubble dust and blood on their uniforms, while some weren’t even in uniform at all, wearing whatever they could grab as they rushed to muster at their station. “We’re going to have to talk later. I’m need a list of all crew on board, as well as any civilians we took on and any personnel that aren’t part of our normal roster. We need to put them to work to fill in the gaps whether they like it or not.”
“Aye aye, commander, already in progress.” Scarlett seemed unperturbed by the two teenagers shadowing Dante, even gave Lok a quick smile when she recognized him before snapping back to her task with stone-faced focus. “I’ll report to medbay once I’ve sent it.”
Dante and the teens were already halfway across the CIC by that point though, and Dante had to turn slightly as he called back a final question. “Where’s our LCZ?”
It brought a slight flicker of a grin to the Asari’s lips. “Up on the bridge, filling in for you.”
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After hearing only stories about the great Commander Dante Vale and his impressive control over his unique ship and crew, Lok and Sophie were both startled to find a woman pacing the catwalk down the center of the bridge and stalking the cockpit, barking orders left and right. It even dampened the slight surprise of seeing a Salarian at the helm, flanked by a Krogan on one side at a darkened console beside the much smaller alien.
At least Terzi and Montehue, the oddball Salarian and Krogan duo that helped fly and maintain the Nexus respectively, had been mentioned in Foundation records and lessons at the academy. Their friendship was considered an important step in mending the rift between their races and thus warranted a paragraph.
But not even a footnote had hinted that Vale had any sort of second-in-command.
“Who’s that?” Sophie felt the words fall out of her mouth before she could stop them. Speak when spoken to was a basic rule for Cadets, especially on an active warship.
But there was something that twitched deep in her mind when she saw the woman crouched down over the recessed swivel seats and displays below the catwalk of the bridge. Something about how she moved, the set of her shoulders and the shift of her muscles, it all looked…off somehow. And the Casterwill Cadet had long ago learned to listen to her ancestral instincts.
Dante didn’t even look back. “Lieutenant Commander Zhalia Moon, my battle partner. She’s my SIC as well, so if I’m not around you answer to her. I expect as much deference to her orders as mine in that situation, cadets.
“Zhalia! You’re here.” Unlike Scarlett, this woman didn’t do much more than give Dante a glance as she accepted a datapad passed to her from the officer at the monitoring station and stood. Fringes of dark blue hair hung into her face from where they had escaped her ponytail. “You had me worried, LC.”
“What are you waiting for, Ensign, don’t hand me this when your partner can check it! It’s fine, just send it Foundation Command.” The Lieutenant Commander shoved the datapad back to the young officer below her before turning to face her CO. “You’re the one that got your comms blown up. I’ve told you not to worry about me but now I had to go and worry about you. Had me thinking you were dead again!” She flicked a hand up in annoyance, drawing attention to fresh, deep bruises that mottled her arms from her split knuckles all the way to where her upper arms disappeared into her sleeves.
“I’d give you a shoulder pat to console you, but you’ve obviously been going against doctors orders.” Zhalia snorted at that, but waved the little group of commander and cadet into the cockpit. “What’s her status, guys? Did you manage to break my ship yet?”
“Green acr-cross the board, commander!” Terzi gave a quick salute before returning his three fingered hands to darting across the displays. “Welcome back, s-sir!”
Montehue grunted from where he was sitting with his beefy armored arms folded. There were fresh scuff marks on his headplate, a clear indicator that he had been using all his natural weapons as a Krogan to fight his way to the Nexus. “She’s got a few new scars, but that just enhances that beauty of hers. Nexi’s a tough girl with a quad to match her engines.”
“That’s a terrible visual to have in a room called the cockpit, Monty.” Zhalia muttered, leaning over the back of the Krogan’s seat to eyeball the fuel reserves. “We’ll have to cut it close. Citadel’s just at the edge of the fuel radius.”
Terzi’s hands blurred with speed, tweaking things here and there. “Almost…Cherit, if you w-would give me a little b-boost?”
“Of course!” Lok gave a massive twitch as the ancient AI disentangled himself from the youth’s brain and manifested in the crowded room. Before anyone could register Cherit’s sudden leap from an organic being to the ship’s computers, the ball of light was already zooming into the port on the wall. Consoles flared bright blue for a split second before the fuel reading returned with a boost of ten percent, as well as a new, shorter path to the Citadel on the map. “How’s that?”
“Perfect!” Terzi smiled as Cherit reemerged as his usual form of a tiny gargoyle creature. “Now we have some to spare.”
“Great. Zhalia won’t have to get out and push us the rest of the way if we have to stop.” Dante’s own smile was laced with his cocky sass, earning him a swift but soft kick to the back of his leg. “Speaking of our favorite LC, I need you and these two to report to medbay with me.”
Zhalia finally looked to the two cadets behind her commander. “…Prep Academy kids? Come on, Dante, I’m not a babysitter. There’s stuff I need to do up here.”
“They’re the two the Admirals sent us to protect and they need an entrance scan. Don’t worry, LC, I’ll be with you.” Dante assured, but added with the return of his cocky smirk, “If only to see Scarlett dress you down for breaking your arms again.”
Zhalia scowled, flexing her stiffening fingers. The boneweave that strengthened her skeleton had kept any major breaks from occurring and would speed up the healing process, but it was made to be coupled with armor. Going without always led to micro and stress fractures all up and down her arms.
“Fine. Lead the way, o Great Commander Vale.”
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By the time they reached the elevator at the far end of the CIC, Lok was eyeing all the new tech that lined the walls and bays of the Nexus with inquisitive eyes. The Academy had taken all the Cadets of his class on tours of several warships and other spacecraft, as well as run sims to test their knowledge of standard ship systems and layouts. But none of them had anything on the Nexus. It was beyond state of the art, and despite the narrow escape from death he, Sophie and Cherit had just been through the young man could feel his curiosity and wonder stirring again.
“So, you two are the real deal, huh?” Lok started at the LC’s comment, his mind already drifting to the possibilities open to him as he subconsciously reached out to explore the ship’s AI capabilities. “That little trick with Cherit was pretty telling.”
Sophie shifted slightly, moving between Lok and where Zhalia had leaned against the back of the elevator. “What do you mean, ‘real deal?’” Her question was sharp, almost hostile. Lok gave her a quick glance, trying to show her that he was fine with the question.
Zhalia just raised an eyebrow at the spectacle, bruised and battered arms already gently crossed in defense. “We got told to pick up the walking AI-interface genius son of Spectre Lambert and the only known living Casterwill descendant. Cadet Lambert’s got the AI interface thing down. I saw your biotics when we picked you up and they’re green. Casterwill confirmed.”
“Have something against biotics users, Lieutenant Commander?” The icy tone practically cracked the already cool air in the elevator.
“Stand down, Sophie.” Dante’s voice was warm enough to melt the tension, but firm enough to make clear the order in his words. “I know the last few hours have been rough but we’re all friends here. Zhalia had access to both your files, and it’s her job to watch my back as much as it is for me to watch hers. She’s just confirming we got the right people.”
Sophie’s shoulders slumped in defeat somewhat, but she still kept her easy stance at a slant to keep the LC in her sights. “Yes sir.”
‘What was that all about?’ Lok quietly questioned Cherit where the AI was nestled in his mind. ‘Sophie’s never been like that before.’
Cherit sent him the image of a clueless shrug. ‘Maybe she’s concerned about being outed as a Casterwill?’
‘I guess…. I just hope she cools it. The LC and Dante seem pretty tight. We’re going to have to get used to them both.’
I have some other bits and bobs, but they need some more cleaning. Cheers mates!
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Lok: now the seven of us are all together
Harrison: there’s only six of us?
Lok: Jesus is here, in that chair
Lok: *immediately forgets what he just said and puts his feet on Jesus*
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Harrison: *sees bruise in the mirror* huh I didn’t notice that earlier
Den: why are you flexing on yourself in the mirror?
Harrison: I haven’t got anything to flex in the first place
Lok: don’t worry, I’ve got enough for the both of us
Harrison: yes okay, your girlfriend isn’t here for you to show off to
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Dante: who do you think would win in a fight? Me or Zhalia
Lok: in a one on one yeah, you could probably rugby tackle Zhalia
Lok: but like, if you gave Zhalia a hockey stick, I wouldn’t want to meet her down a dark alley
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Den: oh hey you found the knives
Harrison: I can always find the knives
Zhalia: that is a brilliant skill
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Dante: I have a meeting at 10am :(
Sophie: I have a class at 9am
Dante: okay, I got up at 5:30 this morning! I’m tired
Sophie: you got up at 5:30?
Dante: yeah because I had to be in work by 7am!
Sophie: 7am? I thought it was 9am
Dante: do you actually believe in the 9-5 working day? Like Santa?!
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Den with a helium balloon: OUR GOD IS AN AWESOME GOD HE REIGNS
Sophie: where did you even get helium from?!
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Zhalia: oh cool a red knife
Lok: a bread knife, why would you have a knife made out of bread?
Zhalia: red! A red knife
Zhalia: as in red with the blood of my enemies
Lok: :O
Zhalia: oh cool a blue knife
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Den: hey Lok, go stand outside
Lok: okay?
Den: *immediately locks him out
#huntik#zhalia moon#dante vale#zhante#lok lambert#sophie casterwill#zhante deprived#den fears#huntik secrets and seekers#did I lock my best friend outside in the rain?#yes#why? because I’m the quiet friend and no one ever suspects me
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Some Alone Time
Zhalia was acting strange and Dante knew something was troubling her. He wanted to find out, but she kept distaning herself from him. Finally, he went up and confronted her.
(Would have Zhante fluff please!)
[this was a 5-year-old submission that I found in my inbox here is the answer]
Another day, another mission. Dante was looking forward to getting back to the hotel and finally having a moment of peace and quiet. As much as he loved the kids, their hyperactive energy tires him out.
Zhalia, just a step behind him, watches as he opens the door for her to walk in first. He could see that he wasn’t the only one worn out from the day by the way her shoulders were dropped.
The room was nothing fancy, with a queen-sized bed, a small desk with a mirror. Zhalia didn’t waste a moment and headed straight for the bed. Dante closed the door behind him before directing his attention to the woman, who, usually graceful and aware of her surroundings, was about to knock his Holotome off the bed.
Rushing over, he caught it at the last second as it slid off the bed. Looking up at Zhalia, his mind scrambled for an uplifting remark about Zhalia’s newfound clumsiness, he was met by a surprising sight.
Zhalia was sitting on the bed, clutching some of the blankets in her fists, her eyes squeezed shut and her head hanging low.
A second later, almost as if she sensed his eyes on her, Zhalia’s eyes shot open and her gaze reflected his. At that, Dante finally decided to rise from the floor and put the Holotome on the empty desk. But before he could even mutter a word at her, Zhalia had bolted off the bed, leaving the turning of the bathroom lock as the only clue for her location.
Dante furrowed his brow and his jaw set in place immediately, she wasn’t going to get away with pushing him away like this again. Walking over to the bathroom door, he stopped just shy of knocking. A strong and loud stream of water was audible through the door of the bathroom.
Suddenly it was turned off, with a clink, straining his hearing Dante could swear he was hearing long heavy breaths coming from inside.
Further away now, another stream of water was heard - she was filling the bathtub. Dante leans on the bathroom door frame and braves a knock on the door.
He can hear the bathtub tap clunk close and the water stop.
One, two, three seconds later.
The door swings open and Dante finds himself eye to eye with Zhalia, whose hair was wet around her face and deer-in-headlights look on it. Dante instinctually reached out for her and pulled her out of the bathroom. Leading her to the bed and sitting her down, he then reached out for the opened bottle of wine sitting on the nightstand and poured a glass for the both of them.
“Talk-” he trailed off and handed Zhalia a glass as he sat next to her.
She shook her head. Her silence had started before they had entered the hotel. Dante started to worry he had done something to hurt her and started replaying the events of the day.
“You don’t have to push me away, you know. I’ve proven to you time and time again, I won’t let you suffer alone in your head,” he tried to smile and brushed a strand of black wet hair back behind her ear.
She shakes her head again, this time braving a glance at Dante, who takes it as an invitation to get closer.
Scooting over, he wraps his arms around her shoulders and gently nudges her to turn to him. When she finally relents, he takes her glass away, pulling her close to his chest and hugging her tightly.
A single tear rolls down her cheek and lands on Dante’s shirt.
“You don’t have anything to fear, Zhalia… right now - I’m here. I’ll be here until you feel better,” Dante whispers and runs his hand through her hair again.
She nods at that and buries her face in his neck. He slips his hand on her shoulder blades and on her lower back, pulling her even closer.
The two of them stay like that.
For a while.
Until Zhalia’s breathing steadies and she finally braves to look up at Dante, a soft sigh on her lips. “It isn’t anything you haven’t heard before. Sometimes, it just gets too much. I- I can’t really put it into words,” she whispers. “I just need some alone time, to reset my mind.”
“One day, I hope you get it through your head, that pushing me away isn’t the answer,” Dante murmurs loosening his hold on her. “I worry when you get like this. Next time you can tell me you need some alone time?”
Zhalia nods at that and the two untangle themselves.
“I’ll go order some food, you enjoy your bath if you still feel like it. I can leave for a few hours, so you can have the room to yourself,” Dante says, pouring another glass of wine.
“Thank you, that sounds… great,” she said but lowered her head again.
“I’m just a call away if you need anything,” Dante reminded her. “You need to relax. We’ll get the hang of this - communicating thing - some of these days… You know, for knowing a bazillion languages, you really suck at talking.”
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Beta and editing credit goes to the amazing Naith, thank you!
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I’m back to this pet peeve again
Rainbow really did Dante dirty by giving him short term memory when it comes to Zhalia. I’m sorry but the man really went from screaming for Zhalia in a desert, later literally hears her screaming (knowing full well that the organisation is around and have already attempted to assassinate her from which she barely made it out alive) and looks horrified. Next episode? Nope he’s forgotten. Not even a right we need to sort these titans out NOW so we can go find Zhalia and Otto. And when they’re finally all back together there's not even a ‘holy sh*t you got kidnapped by the professor, what happened how did you get separated from us?’ followed by ‘technically Vensetta Quew got captured and even then she's an undercover agent of the organisation anyway so no kidnapping involved’. Yes I know its for the plot but you shouldn’t have written two such complex characters and implied a relationship if you wanted me to pay attention to the plot at this point.
AND THEN THERES SEASON TWO! and we’ve got Dante who is canonically thinking about Zhalia constantly to the point he walks off mid conversation with Scarlett, straight up says he's worried about her to Lin confirming that when he’s got that quiet reflecting look he’s thinking about Zhalia (also couples with him weirdly stroking the logosbook). And yet they finally defeat the Betrayer and what do we get? A SMILE? seriously? Like I get its a kid show but I would settle for some handholding or just a shoulder pat but they’re seriously just going to smile at each other after all that? Dante, dude, you came back to life for this woman? Seriously? You knew you were going to die and particularly Zhalia would be upset so you went for all this trouble to find a way to come back to life and you couldn’t even give us a high five? Do they even speak to each other? not a ‘screw you for dying’ or a ‘hey your map drawing skills are pretty neat’.
Don’t even get me started on the Logosbook message.
-you can't get rid of me that easily.
also Dante: Oh yeah I wasn’t certain I would come back to life it was a hunch.
Like really? What the frick was Zhalia meant to do with that message if he didn’t come back, it goes from a sweet ‘I’ll always come back to you’ message to a really creepy ‘The memory of my loss will follow you to your grave’ at least tell Sophie or someone to say goodbye for him.
I apologise this isn't a Dante bashing post and I know there's a lot of explanations behind why this happens but sometimes I just wish it was different because I still have 46 minutes left on my laundry and I don’t understand how to write my work for tomorrow and ranting this seemed the better option. I am also aware this reads very angrily so if it helps just picture some goofy weird person with a batman hat and fogged up glasses who's actually very confused.
TL;DR: If I could rewrite season 2 it would basically just be about Zhante.
#huntik#Zhalia Moon#Dante Vale#Zhante#i’m zhante-deprived again#I'm sorry#very sorry#I'm going through some stuff#I'll go back to normal soon hopefully#I didn't sleep last night
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