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arctrooper69 · 3 months

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Helpless

Hello friends! I'm gonna try to get through a good chuck of Febuwhump this year!

Prompt #1: Helpless @febuwhump

Warnings: Imperial!Tech. Mentions of needles and implied torture.

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It wasn't the fact that you couldn't move that frightened you the most. Neither was it the blinding lights of the laboratory, nor the frigid metal table that chilled your naked skin. It was the goggled clone who entered into the room behind Dr Hemlock.

"T-Tech?" The words were barely a whisper.

Dr Hemlock chuckled, "I'd like to introduce you to my new science officer. You will be under his care from here on out. I suggest you comply with his direction or things could become rather unpleasant and I don't think any of us want that."

Your heart pounded, chest tightening, threatening to choke you with every beat. You glared, the initial fear quickly succumbing to rage. "Kriff you! What did you do to him, you monster!?"

Hemlock seemed unaffected by the outburst, and simply pressed a small button.

A cry of pain wrenched itself from your lips, jaw snapping shut as a burst of electricity coursed through your body. It was over as soon as it had begun, leaving muscles to twitch as you gasped for breath.

He tutted, "Like I said, cooperate and things will go much easier for you."

He turned to the clone, "Report to me immediately if you find anything useful."

"Yes sir."

Hemlock nodded and briskly turned and walked out of the room.

"Oh Tech..." You sighed with shakey voice, unable to stop the tears running from the corners of your eyes. A mixture of horror and guilt settled deeply in your gut, threatening to poison every thought. "What did they do to you!?"

Tech was silent. He turned to a console across the room.

"Subject is alert and attempting to use emotional appeal to influence the decision making of the chief science officer." He spoke to himself, typing something into the console in front of him.

"Tech!" You shouted, tugging at the restraints,

"Answer me, dammit!"

He was silent for a moment. "Subject appears to be agitated and aggressive. Cooperation will need to be coerced if behavior continues."

"Please talk to me..." The anger seemed to melt, flooding you with a warm, heavy helplessness and heartbreak as he turned to you.

This was not your Tech. It couldn't be. That curious light behind his eyes now deadened into a steely emotionless logic.

"Please..." You pled quietly once again, "Don't you remember me?"

He pulled a metal tray beside him filled with various tools and instruments.

Gloved fingers palpated your inner arm drawing a silent gasp. For a brief fraction of a second your heart jumped at his touch - a body's hopeful instinct seeking that physical connection. Those hands had touched you before, but never so callously - never so cold.

"Relax, this will not harm you. I simply need to collect a few blood samples."

If you closed your eyes, maybe you could imagine that you were back on the Marauder. Maybe you could send yourself back to remember how Tech's fingers passionately caressed over your skin - anything to dull the cold precision of his current examining.

You jerked, pulling against the restraints that held you back. The needle didn't hurt as much as much as the look of indifference in his eyes.

"You used to love me, Tech. Don't you remember?"

He entered something into a datapad and looked up.

"This will go a lot easier if you cooperate."

You pulled against the able again, attempting in vain to rid yourself of this prison.

He regarded you cooly as he walked back to the tray beside the table. "I would advise against that."

"Please!" You pled, tears once again running down your temples, "Use that big extraordinary mind of yours to realize this is wrong!"

He was silent again. You tried to meet his eyes but he simply turned away, grabbing something off of the tray.

"Tech, please!" Your wrists were sore and raw, stinging and burning as the restraints bit at them once again, "I won't let you do this!"

He turned back to face you.

"I do not need your cooperation to gather these results. Fighting me will only make this more unpleasant for you. It is your choice."

He paused, allowing you to consider the options. Anger won over the sorrow.

"Kriff you."

He sighed, "Very well."

A barred restraint snapped across your shoulders and chest and another across your forehead. You felt them tighten - squeezing and pulling - until they allowed not even the smallest wiggle.

"Tech!" You gasped, "Please! You know me! Please don't do this!" Your voice cracked, "Please!"

"Relax, and I will be finished shortly."

"I love you, Tech. Whatever you do to me.... Just remember it isn't you."

A moment of hesitation. A fraction of a nanosecond. A tremor of a hand. One blink and it was gone. As you looked up at him, perhaps there was just a glimmer of sorrow - a single tear unshed and hidden far away. Hope that maybe with time, all could be saved.

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gffa · 1 year

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Was Obi Wan happy being a Jedi, or did he wish he persuade a relationship with Satine? Sometimes I see in those "nothing went wrong" AU's, Obi Wan leaves the Jedi to be with Satine, is that accurate to how he actually felt? Did he wish he left to be with her? Or was he okay with the way things were?

There's no smoking gun of an answer on this kind of question, because we have so little information on it and character interpretations are often so, so subjective. What we do know is: - Obi-Wan had plenty of chances to leave the Jedi Order if he wanted, he had the chance with Satine, he had the chance every year of his life after that, etc. - Obi-Wan says he would have left to be with her, if she had asked. This literally all we know of the conversation that's held when there's a possibility she might die and she wanted him to be romantic, we don't see that moment of decision itself, only the tense conversation onboard the Coronet. - In The Phantom Menace, he says he'll leave to train Anakin. In Obi-Wan & Anakin, he says if Anakin truly decides to leave, he'll leave with him to continue his training. - In Padawan, Obi-Wan very much wants the life of a Jedi, he has a chance to live a more free life with a bunch of other kids, but he loves the Jedi, he feels the call to the Force and the galaxy and the Jedi, he wants this path. - Obi-Wan encourages Anakin to stay with the Jedi when he's having issues with Rush Clovis and Padme. Ultimately, there's no evidence that Obi-Wan is unsatisfied with being a Jedi and plenty of evidence that he believes in the Jedi path and he lives by the Jedi beliefs and ways, and finds satisfaction in that. Does he regret that he couldn't also live a life with Satine? I tend to think so, yes, but that he always knew he could leave and he's only tempted into doing so when it's for someone else, not because he doesn't want to be a Jedi. In both cases with Anakin, he much prefers to remain a Jedi, just that he's willing to leave, if he must. Or in Obi-Wan Kenobi, he spends years trying to deny that he's still a Jedi, that those ways are done and over, the Jedi are gone. But ultimately we see that his heart doesn't really believe that, he wants to be a Jedi, because as soon as he is one again, as soon as he re-embraces the Jedi ways and his duty as a Jedi, he's so much more settled and happy. For me, even if everything went well during the Clone Wars, if the Sith were defeated, if the Separatists stopped invading, if Satine lived, I don't think Obi-Wan would have left the Jedi Order. Almost no Jedi left after becoming a Knight, it was almost always in the Padawan stages, because a huge part of becoming a Knight was understanding yourself and what you wanted, that you really, truly wanted this life, that you were dedicated to this life. Obi-Wan would have gone through the self-reflection to understand, regardless of whether he left to be with Satine or not, did he want to remain a Jedi, he had to genuinely make a choice. You can't half-ass being a Jedi, it doesn't work. Obi-Wan had to commit. And we see that he chose being a Jedi. He wanted to be a Jedi, just by dint of how the worldbuilding works, in my opinion. Even if everything went perfectly, he was an adult now, not a young Padawan still figuring himself out. He knew who he was, he was Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi.

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zoeykallus · 1 year

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Hello!

First or all, I hope you are doing fine and having a wonderful day✨. There's something I truly like about your blog, and it is that you always try to do it the most respectful that you can, it says a lot 🙌. I really love and enjoy your work; specially your headcanons, I think you've nailed the way the boys would be 💕. By the woul like to know if i can be added to your tag list 🥺.

I wasn't sure about doing this request, but i really got stuck the idea. I was wondering If you could write something about HunterxFReader (angst/smut), taking as reference that scene in The Proposal (with Sandra bullock and Ryan Reynolds) when they crash and fall to the ground, after she comes out of the bathroom 😂.

Sorry if I made a mistake in my writing, I'm not a native speaker 😅.

Aloha!

Thank you so much for your kind words! Much appreciated!😊💗 Added you to the tag list a little while ago when I first read you ask. I read them all right when I get them. The requests itself I have to work through from bottom to top, though, cause there are a lot of requests still waiting to be done. But finally, today, I made it to where your request was waiting. So sorry for the long wait!

Ah, yes, I know that movie, let me give this a try and my own little twist 😁

Hunter x Fem!Reader One-Shot - I Don't Hate You

Warnings: Strongly Suggestive/Angsty/Sexual Content/18+

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Hunter is assigned to be your bodyguard for a while. It seems like you and Hunter don't get along at all. He is a clone soldier, and you are a senator's daughter. You both succumb to your preconceptions of each other, which causes some friction. But quite unexpectedly, you get snowed in at the shelter you're hiding in for the duration of the mission. In a confined space with little privacy and dependent on each other, shreds fly at first, but ultimately so do sparks of unexpected affection.

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Hunter was angry and stressed, being snowed in with you was the last thing he needed right now. The speeder was on the fritz, just wouldn't start, it was too cold, the next supply shuttle wasn't coming for at least two weeks, and you two kept clashing.

"I can't stand that woman," he growls as he spreads after shave balm on his cheeks and chin.

He had just showered in the only bathroom you shared in the cabin, and shaved. His eyes wandered over the thousand vials, jars, and other paraphernalia you had spread out there. Hunter couldn't understand at all why you needed so many cosmetics. In his eyes you were a pretty if annoying girl, all that stuff didn't make it any better or worse.

"Unnecessary nonsense," he grumbles to himself, "What is all this stuff?"

Annoyed, he pushes aside a few of your cosmetics with a sigh to make room for his few utensils.

When you wake up, it is still very early. It is dark outside, but the moonlight illuminates the perfectly white world outside.

You sigh, tired and annoyed. The weather has thrown a wrench in your plans, you were actually going to another safe house where you would have had more space and privacy, but thanks to the snow, you are now stuck here.

It's quiet in the cabin, except for the low hum of the heater, nothing can be heard.

You guess that Hunter is still asleep on the sofa in the living room. You half-wrap your naked body in the bedspread and swing yourself off the mattress, making your way to the bathroom.

It happens too fast for your tired mind to react. The door of the bathroom opens right in front of you, before you even touch it. Along with a cloud of warm, humid air that smells of Hunter's aftershave balm, Hunter steps out of it and right into you.

You collide, Hunter, who is also completely surprised, steps on the much too long blanket you have wrapped around yourself, which then slips away from you. You become entangled in the blanket and in each other in an attempt to keep your balance. In the end, you both fall, you backwards and Hunter forwards on top of you.

Hunter fortunately catches most of his weight on his hands and arms. Lying over you, he stares at you, and you stare back.

The towel he has tied around his hips has half come loose and hangs down on him.

"You're naked," he notes, a little perplexed.

"So are you."

For a brief moment, there is absolute silence and your thoughts are racing. Finally, you growl at him, "Get off me!"

Hunter hastily stands up, dropping the towel completely to the floor by accident, and he stands naked in front of you as you scramble up with the blanket. You can't help but stare at him. He's incredibly well-built, hard muscles standing out under his tanned, tattooed skin. Your gaze drifts down, and you can't help it, the words just slip over your lips, "Woah, not bad."

Hunter raises his brows and looks at you, puzzled. As you realize what you just did and said, you feel your face get hot.

A smirk suddenly appears on his lips, instead of reaching for the towel and covering himself, Hunter crosses his arms in front of his chest and looks at you challengingly.

"What was that?"

"I said nothing," you say, startled.

Hunter doesn't let you off the hook so easily, though.

"Oh yes you did, you said something while staring at my naked body".

Defiantly, you look at him and say, "Put something on."

Hunter laughs softly, "That's not even close to what you said"

The heat just won't leave your cheeks and you stare strained into his face, trying not to stare at his body again. He just stands there, doesn't even try to pick up the towel to cover himself. You blink, not quite able to grasp what's going on. The smile on his lips is adorable, everything about him is suddenly incredibly attractive.

In your mind you call yourself a fool, convinced that his beautiful body has befuddled your mind. Slowly, Hunter reaches out to you, grabbing a corner of the blanket you have wrapped around you.

"Shouldn't we maybe even out the circumstances?"

Very gently he's tugging at the blanket, it's not urgent, more questioning and maybe a little challenging.

"You want to see me naked?" you ask softly.

He shrugs slightly, his smile almost shy as he says, "Wouldn't that be fair?"

"I guess," you reply, letting go of the fabric, whereupon he pulls it off your shoulders and the blanket slides to the floor.

Your heart pounds hard in your chest as you watch his gaze travel down your naked body. His expression changes, surprise is in it, a certain fascination and dreaminess. You don't even begin to guess how much he likes what he sees.

"Gods, you are beautiful"

His hand still hovers close to your shoulder, where he has pulled down the fabric of the blanket, as if frozen in his pose.

On impulse, thinking back to the last few days of you and him arguing and bitching, you say, "Too bad we hate each other."

He blinks, looks at your face and says seriously, "I don't hate you".

"We haven't really been getting along in the last few days."

Hunter says quietly, "That still doesn't mean I hate you. Do you really hate me?"

You shake your head.

"No, you've been bugging me, with your snappy military ways and all your rules…. but I don't hate you."

Hunter shows you his gentle smile again and says, "Those rules exist to protect you, not to annoy you."

Basically, you know that, of course, but you don't like being bossed around, and Hunter is used to applying the commanding tone.

He clears his throat, licks his lips, and you can see that he's thinking things over and weighing them up.

"I shouldn't look at you like that, but I don't want to stop either," he finally says quietly.

"Like what?"

He takes a deep breath before saying, "Desirous. It's not my place, and in fact it breaks several rules imposed on me"

Bolder than you actually feel, you counter him, "We're alone, snowed in, for a few more days. If you don't tell anyone, then I won't tell anyone."

Hunter sighs, "You shouldn't tempt me."

"Why not?" you ask curiously.

"Because I actually want a lot more than just to look at you. That statement is like an invitation"

He steps closer to you, so close that you can feel the heat radiating from his body, but he doesn't touch you.

"I want to smell you, taste you, feel you."

When you look into his eyes, they are very dark, almost black, his pupils widely dilated.

"Through your senses you can already smell me, can't you?"

He nods and says in a smoky voice, "Yes, I smell among other things that the thought of being touched by me pleases you, at least your body reacted immediately to my words"

Startled, you press your thighs together as if to prevent him from smelling your arousal. He smirks, his gaze twitches briefly to your thighs, then back to your face. Of course, your reaction has not escaped him.

"That thing you're trying to hide from me right now is exactly what I'd like to taste".

Your breath catches in your throat for a moment, your heart leaps, and even more heat spreads through your body. Hunter tilts his head, his face comes very close to yours, then your lips touch. First the touch is gossamer, gentle, then testing, curious, demanding. His tongue glides once over your lips, his lips close to yours he whispers, "Let me in mesh'la".

You don't think about it, your mouth opens, and his tongue immediately goes in playful search of yours. The first velvety collision is like fireworks. Your hands that previously hung uselessly at your sides greedily grab his shoulders, seeking contact. Feeling his broad, bare, muscular shoulders under your fingers is almost unbelievable at first. The heat that lurks under his skin passes over to you. His arms wrap around your body and slowly, as he kisses you, he pushes you back to the bed.

The back of your knees bump against the bed, and you almost fall, but Hunter holds you, gently lowering you onto the sheet and climbing over you. Hovering over you, leaning on his arms, he says softly, "Tell me if I go too far, Mesh'la."

Your first thought is that this man can't go too far at all, you are completely taken in by him, wanting to feel everything.

"I want more"

Hunter smiles.

"Good girl" he purrs.

He engulfs you in another heated kiss as your naked bodies lie pressed together on the bed. When he pulls away from the kiss, you're a little dizzy, the excitement, your pulse, your breathing.

Hunter kisses your neck, "Relax, Mesh'la, don't pass out on me yet."

You take a deeper breath, collect yourself, then feel his lips move down your body. Along your shoulder, to your breastbone and the mounds of your breasts. Playfully, he sucks a nipple between his lips and lets his tongue do a delicate dance on it, getting faster and faster.

You moan and your legs open automatically, expectant in desire and pleasure for more of him.

He keeps whispering to you, "Such a good girl, look at you, so beautiful, so willing. I will reward you, sweet Mesh'la".

He travels further down, from your breasts to your belly and slowly further and further, to your open thighs. His gaze drifts upward and meets yours.

"Can I have a taste?"

His hands slide to your thighs and grasp, holding them a little farther apart. Just feeling the strength in his hands makes your juices gather in your pussy.

"Yes, please," you say softly, to which Hunter smiles slyly at you.

His face hovers over your pussy. He takes a deep, shaky breath, closes his eyes, and opens them again. He seems to be in a trance as he places a gentle kiss directly on your swollen pearl, eliciting a small whimper from you. Shortly after, he drags his tongue through your folds, from top to bottom, several times, finding your heated, sensitive entrance and slowly sliding his tongue in circles inside you.

Your mouth drops open and a hoarse, long moan comes from your lips, louder than you expected, but as you put your hands in front of your mouth in shock, he lets go of you and says, "Let me hear you, Mesh'la, don't hold back, no one can hear you here but me."

Slowly you put your hands back down, letting out a moan of arousal as he drills his tongue into you quite abruptly with much more eagerness than before. His tongue is deft, strong and fast, you haven't experienced anything like it before. Your breathing gets faster and faster as he tongue fucks your pussy.

Your hands grip the sheet and tug at it, looking for stability.

A soft curse comes over your lips as he takes one hand off your thighs, his fingers find your clit and begin to stroke and massage it as his tongue continues to lick out your pussy, twitching through your cleft again and again.

Your body glows with arousal, your thighs begin to tremble, your moans and breaths quicken. Hunter hums softly, pleased with your reaction, he knows he has you ready in a moment. With a hoarse cry, your climax rolls over you, radiating from your center to your toes and hairline, as your pussy twitches around his tongue and your clit pulses violently under his fingers.

Hunter gently works you through your orgasm until it ebbs and finally lets go of you, climbing back over you, upward, until your faces are back at the same height. As he kisses you, you smell and taste yourself on him.

Breathing heavily, he finally leans his forehead against yours. His hard cock rests on your pubic, twitching impatiently every now and then. You can feel how much he pulls himself together, how much strength it costs him to hold back. Very slowly, very gently, after a while he begins to rub his swollen length over your pubic.

"I know I shouldn't ask for this," he says breathlessly, "But would you be willing to go further?"

You don't hesitate for a second.

"Yes, I'd love to."

Hunter's eyes widen, surprise, relief and pure lust are in his expression. You already know this is a night you won't forget.

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raeloganthesonic06fangirl · 1 year

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Sonic 06 was like

It's like a

A reverse fairytale or something

Sonic is a hero rescuing the princess from the likes of boss battles named after mythical beasts like Egg Cerberus and Egg Wyvern, and in the end, SONIC is the one saved by the PRINCESS.

Elise was using chaos energy to help bring him back to the land of the living, and y'all had to go and make this gross somehow by saying she was kissing a dead animal or whatever, as if it would have been any better of a situation if any other of your preferred OTP compliant characters were in her place here.

Sonic was basically Sleeping Beauty or Snow White here and Elise was the royalty that woke him up, it's a spin on the classic fairytale setting, and y'all still ain't seing that yet even though it's been 16 years now.

Instead of the hero saving the princess in the end, it's the princess saving the hero.

Elise was having to attend a festival as part of her royal duty, that was celebrating a deity that her dad died trying to clone to harness time so they could see her dead mom again, and she was left an orphan at age 7 and had to take on the royal responsibilities at that age and couldn't feel intense emotions or the seal that was keeping that monster at bay that killed her dad was going to be let loose like some Naruto level logic and destroy the whole city, and this girl was probably just wanted to go back to her room so she didn't have to think about how she probably wasn't ever allowed to grieve for her dead parents because I'm sure the festival was probably not fun for her in reality, then this crazy guy with this big mustache shows up to blow up things and wants to kidnap her for the Chaos Emerald she has ((which, mind you, was given to her via some time trickery by Silver as a "lucky charm" shortly after her dad was killed in the lab accident)), and suddenly this cool carefree guy shows up, whisks her away to safety and does so without asking for anything in return just because he wanted to help her, so of course she gets a fleeting crush on the guy because she's a freaking teenage girl who's hasn't had a chance to sort her emotions before, and yes, she does confirm that before Sonic showed up, she never got to be "myself, a girl" before, so her level of "attraction" to him is purely parasocial at this point and she works out of it by the end when she realizes that she's being selfish for wanting to hold onto the ruined timeline because otherwise would mean they would have never met and this whole adventure was going to be forgotten, but then the game ending and ending theme suggests that the memories still exists in thier hearts and that perhaps that moment they lock eyes at the end for the briefest seconds was thier souls remembering that they were friends in another time, and also, Elise like died in at least three of the timeline offshoots trying to defy Eggman's plan for the greater good, so cut the girl some slack, she's like 17 and a kid, and just let her peck Sonic for a moment as a gesture of the importance of thier bond while trying to call his spirit back to his soulless husk of a body.

Time is literally collapsing on itself because Solaris is eating that up like a Sega GameGear with a fresh pack of AA batteries. They're all gonna disappear into the void if Sonic doesn't wake up, just let her have this, it's covered by blinding light anyway.

Like geeze, sorry it wasn't Shadow or Amy doing this or whatever, I guess.

#rae is such a dork #Sonic the hedgehog #Sonic 06 #princess elise #princess elise the third #It's been 16 years #Let the kiss go

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bnbc · 1 year

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Bite My Shiny Metal Ass (Kou's body lore dump)

As a disclaimer, back in the days when I started working on Kou’s post-canon story, I decided not to stick with canon in terms of technologies. I bought this ‘we can’t find a donor for you’ thing and built everything around her getting a full-metal body, yet, I needed her to be capable of certain things (read: to get laid without plugging cables in 100500 ports) so I basically made her an artificial human instead of traditional fullborg. New-gen borg it is! So if something of my ‘tech’ contradicts the canon, it’s because I decided not to limit myself by sticking with it.

Story >>> canon accuracy, this is the way.

So, the body. I headcanon that long ago along with developing relic technology Arasaka also started working on creating a perfect fake human body. First, because it’d make a relic tech more salable: you don’t need to care about finding a proper donor, so you could get those clients who don’t have blood related relatives or actually care about them (yes, Saburo, it is a dick for YOUR summer hat). Second, the tech basically consists of the three major parts — the body itself, the digital 'soul', and the code which make it all work together — and since all three would be Arasaka’s property it’d make such clients totally dependent on the corporation.

They advanced fast with the code and chrome parts but were stuck with one issue: the engrama still needed an old good meat brain to parasite into, and no matter how they tried, they couldn't crack brain cloning. So, they made someone else do the work for them.

After the game events Biotechnica went against the Soulkiller tech, claiming it unethical, and decided to cut their piece of the new market by providing 'morally correct' full cloned bodies for engrammas to claim. They were successful but they didn’t last long enough to taste the fruit of their labor: in the final stages of testing their facility in Brazil was raided, and brain-cloning tech was stolen. It caused Biotechnica’s collapse, and a lot of their technologies ended up in the free market. Brain cloning, though, was kept by Arasaka for themselves.

Early prototypes of new-gen borgs were quite… straightforward, and basically they were just nicely looking human shaped pieces of chrome. First tests showed insane rates of cyberpsychosis cases, so to make it salable, they had to advance both chrome and code further, creating a body capable of perfectly imitating organic processes. It worked, but the code was too complicated for meat brains to process, so the body’s passengers should’ve either gone through the long and unpleasant process of learning how to do it themselves or to rely on Arasaka’s satellite support system for the rest of their lives.

So, when it came to bringing Kou’s back to life, they had it all well tested, yet there was a challenge, as well.

The thing is she was put in her shelf in Mikoshi without plans of resurrecting her: they tried, tho, first with finding a donor, then with a borg way, but her DNA samples were no good for growing a healthy cell colony. However there was an opportunity, that with a clean sample of Johnny’s DNA, they would be able to get all the ‘trash’ out, and eventually the sample was delivered. (This part was created before I found out that there is a story behind real Johnny’s body and shit, so I stick to the oil field grave thing here)

But why spend so much money and effort on some mercenary whose biggest strength was in slicing people left and right? Kou’s aint a big brain netrunner after all, and all her skills were gone, wasted with the muscle memory of her original body. Obligation to nobody trash girl obviously wasn’t a thing that bothered Saburo much. Kou would’ve stayed on her shelf forever, if not for her allies.

Hanako Arasaka was introduced by the plan and managed to support it in front of her Father: Kou will be brought back, but not as a charity. She’d be in debt of Arasaka who’d owned both her body and soul, and would have to work this debt out as their agent. Everyone involved understood that such debts could not ever be worked out (you always can add some more to it, charing Kou for fixing broken parts, you know), but it was better than nothing, and the person behind the project idea promised to make sure that Kou would eventually agree to these terms.

They had another plan in their mind, but nobody should’ve known about this.

Back to the chrome! Till then Arasaka was producing only 'civil' bodies, because most of the SYS participants were rich people, they simply didn't need battle implants and software. But Arasaka agents were another story, they needed to be capable, yet they should've been sane enough to solve problems more complicated than ‘go and kill everyone’. So, they’ve made some changes.

I.e. Kou’s realskin is more dense then the common one, yet it’s so high quality you can’t distinguish it from human flesh my touch. (I HC tho, there are some hints, like her skin barely holds smell on it, doesn't change its color when she’s supposed to blush or get pale etc). But even with this update she needs to wear armor and subdermal implants because it turned out that being able to bleed is an essential part of staying ‘human’. She also have her legs augmented for jumping and keeping the balance; her reflexes are boosted to insanely high speed, she’s got a chrome spine to carry her frame (she weights fairly lot), a flagman cyberdeck (which is laughable because her netrunning skill are joke), optic and, of course, blades — and lots and lots new lines of code to make it all operating together.

The body itself is a very complicated tech, whose first goal is to pretend to be real. It doesn’t mean that she has all body systems duplicated as they’re in the human body, but her ‘organs’ serve the same goal. I.e. her ‘liver’ doesn’t look like a liver, it’s a system of sensors and filters that keeps the body clean. Her digestive system is a combo of ‘battery’ and ‘human guts’: she needs calories to keep her meat brain alive but doesn't really need to eat, technically, but eating helps her to stay sane. Yeah, this poor borg girl still has to poop. I’m so sorry, baby.

Of course, this fine piece of tech wasn’t given her on pure trust basis, and even tho she had no choice but to agree with her contract terms, her supervisor, the person who came up with idea to bring her back as ‘saka agent, got granted the access codes that could let them interfere in her processes or even cut her off the satellite support, making her body just a pile of dead metal.

Ah well, did I mention it was Goro?

He never abused it though, even when she tried to kill him, he broke both of her arms to stop her instead of using the magic button. I mean, it would be hella disrespectful to treat her as she's a machine, and Goro is not like this, right? xD Later, after their escape, Kou got her codes changed first with her fixer team, then, once again, in Night City. After that she gave new codes to Goro, just in case. He never abused them then, either.

So, one last topic to cover is THE LOOK. When I was creating the story I was living with the idea that ‘saka didn’t care about Kou’s appearance even barely resembling her old one, so they just took a standard body made for the inner market for her. But when I created her in her new body in game she turned out to be crazily pretty. So, I have altered my story a bit: since she’s supposed to be a corporation property she should've looked accordingly, so they designed her frame and face to be an Arisaka cover girl.

Goro kept as much distance from the process of her creation as he could, but he had to interfere once. Arasaka, of course, installed its own optic into Kou’s eye sockets, but on his last visit to Night City Goro’s got “Kiroshi” with Kou’s favorite lenses integrated. Vik gave them to him in exchange of the promise that when she’s back to life she’d be looking on the world through her own eyes. This is the episode he isn’t proud about, because he basically had to psychology crash the medtech for them to change her optics and to erase all the data about it from the databases. This really wasn’t cool (because it was fukking HOT).

And, of course, as anyone with such an amount of chrome Kou's balancing on the verge of cyebrpsycosys. She, basically, has it, but mostly in remission, yet if she stops caring about 'body maintenance (aka skipping meals, abusing sleeping system, or even killing way to much people) she's at risk of having cyberpsycitic strikes. They usually come as auto-aggression and are shaped in attempts to get rid of human likeness 'because we all know who I really am". But gladly, since she still has something (someone) to care about she always gets back to her normal state and her 'stupid routine'.

Ooof, I guess that's all.

#cyberpunk 2077 #fem v #oc koulin #female v #gigilpunk #cyberpunk v #cyberpunk oc #street kid v #gigilpunk: lore and meta

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shadowqueen402 · 8 months

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One Vain Emoti-Clone

(Here is the last fic for @kayssweetdreams for when she writes The Colors Of Reala. I hope you all like this fic. Let me know in the comments/reblogs what you think.)

"And I thought Lucy's stage was extravagant," Rebecca commented as she looked around the domain that Vanity Reala resided in. The domain itself resembled the inside of a manor. The walls were decorated with varying shades of purples.

The endtables and dining table were white with gold trim. Even the deep purple velvet couches had gold trim on it. As much as Aria wanted to gaze around, she had to focus on her mission which was finding the heart of the domain.

To nobody's surprise, Vanity Reala was gazing at himself in a nearby mirror. "If looking good was a crime, I'd be guilty as charged," He said in a proud tone. He even flexed his arm muscles, earning a blush from Aria.

"Vanity Reala, do you have a moment?" NiGHTS's voice grabbed the arrogant Emoti-Clone's attention. With a dramatic sigh, he turned to face them.

"And what do you want at this time of day, peasant?" Vanity Reala asked, eyeing NiGHTS as though they came from lower-class. "I'm due for a facial, a manicure, a pedicure, and a day of looking at the most extravagant styles that humans have created!" He then eyed Aria like she was a model who caught a designer's eyes. "Perhaps you would like to join me, yes?"

"As tempting as that sounds, we were hoping you could help us," Aria replied. "We're looking for a fragment of a crystal. We know that it landed in the heart of your domain. So we need your help in finding it so we could get the crystal fragment."

Vanity Reala blinked in amusement. "Hmm, I'll tell you what; how about a proposal?"

"A proposal?" Rebecca wasn't sure what to feel.

"In my closet are the most extravagant outfits," Vanity Reala explained with a dramatic sigh. "Here is the deal; you five must find a way to impress me with your fashion sense. If you succeed in doing so, I will help you."

"So…we basically have to model for you," Lance stated, not impressed. "As if this couldn't get any worse too."

"Lance, we don't have much of a choice," Aria said. "Let's get to that closet and model for him."

The purple Emoti-Clone huffed. "Finally! Someone who isn't complaining about my sense of lifestyle! She already knows that I'm perfect!"

"Right…" NiGHTS crossed their arms and averted their gazes. "So where is your closet, Vanity Reala?"

"Right over there." Vanity Reala pointed to a rather large armoire. "Take a look inside."

Balan walked over to the armoire and opened it up. Inside were the most extravagant outfits for men and women. His golden yellow eyes widened in surprise and curiosity. "Why, where did you get these?" He asked. "I certainly won't mind wearing this one as I please."

He pulled out a vivid red suit with a golden yellow tie. "Well, if Balan is picking an outfit, I might as well," Aria spoke. She walked over to the armoire and looked inside. To her surprise, she pulled out a sparkly blue dress.

"Guess we really are modelling now, aren't we?" Rebecca said with a shrug. All NiGHTS and Lance could do was shrug in return.

Rebecca belongs to @thehyperrequiem

Aria belongs to me.

#balan wonderworld #ocs #fanfic #balan #lance #reala #nights journey of dreams #nights

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echoedcrosshairs · 10 months

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Playing with Fire / Cad Bane ~ part four

Summary; Cad Bane sets foot in a library looking for information, quickly coming to learn you were more then the average librarian. As a former Bounty Hunter you decide to help out, you’re smart and that’s an asset he could use but that wise mouth has him wondering what use he could use and if it would be worth it

Warning; Fluff, Angst, Emotional Turmoil, Violence, starting to get hot and heavy, alien (obviously), Cad Bane can kind of be an ass, age gape (canonically during clone wars Bane is 41-43ish) reader is mid 20’s, sapiosexual, mild toxicity that gets fixed, toothpicks, green and red blud.

Word Count: 4.5k

part 3 part 5

Masterlist

The mind was buzzing as if every bee in the hive had woken up and started fluttering around in your head knocking into each other violently. Were the cuffs an act or did he genuinely thing you'd run, so many thoughts crashed into one another as he held the restraints occasionally opening the bounty holo to stare at it. He shoved you into the ship towards holding, you frowned. Todo came zipping to you laughing saying how theirs only one member allowed on the ship and it wasn't you. Bane used his metal gauntlet and set the droid squealing back, "Gehet the blankets." Todo came back a few minutes later with them folded and placed them on top of the trunk before getting told to get lost. Attempting to walk yourself into the holding cage, Bane grabbed your restraints and pulled you back to him quickly switching them from behind you to in front of you. He yanked down the collar of your shirt and pulled suit looking at your neck and faintest trace of him there. The treacherous thought of coasting his fingers across them, nonchalantly but quickly putting the collar back up.

"I believe there is a rule against fucking your bounties," you said coldly trying to walk out of his grasp but failed again.

"Jus' cause I'm turnin ya in doesn' mean I can' enjoy ya. I finish whata start."

As much as you just wanted to head butt him in the face for being a prick, annoyingly your curious mind won. What is Bane like when he isn't full of Durosian hormones? The little question gnawed at you until your mouth mustered a response, "Fine," it was still enough to get under his skin.

"F'ine?" He snaps, "Dat's it? F'ine? Ya seemed to really like't las' night."

"No idea what you're talking about," you purposely poked him again.

Bane whirled you around with a glare, "Ya mean' that walk outta da room an' forget," his pride minimally feeling hit. He was very aware of how much you enjoyed every second of it even napping like unsuspecting prey with an predator waiting above. Bane remembered how much you enjoyed his bites even if your soft silky skin wasn't designed for it, even offering yourself to him. He couldn't help but bare his fangs at the thoughts. Anger leached itself to him every inch of him tingled.

"Has the great Cad Bane finally taken a fancy to one of his fucks?" You snapped, "Yes I have been very interested in you not often does a fellow bounty hunter pick up a book or is insanely attractive. I've dealt with your jealousy without lashing back, karking hell you didn't like the intimacy why are you so bothered by me 'forgetting.' You were extremely blunt earlier saying we are not an item so who the hell do you think you are getting mad at me when I have been nothing but tolerant your bantha shit? Then this?" You paused to shake your wrist before pointing at your neck, "You could have found me so it wouldn't have mattered," you threw your hands up in annoyance.

He yanked your wrist towards him unlocking them then sent the restraints hurdling towards the wall, squinting at the light purple bruises on your wrist not being able to determine if they were from last night or how tight the cuffs were. Turning his gaze to you finding the equally enraged expression. He took a step forward noticing you didn't budge, another step and another step until you were toe to toe, "Yeh or Nah, lil lady." He tried to keep his breathing steady but his mechanical respirator betrayed that. Bane's mind screamed at him to continue last night, to touch you and consume your warmth but for as rough as he was as man he could be a gentleman... time to time.

I probably could kill him, right here, right now but he did just remove the pathetic cuffs. Is that an apology? Infuriated you quickly grabbed his duster collar pulling him to your mouth with a forcible bite against his thin blue lip before smoothing it with a kiss. Bane yanked your pants down letting them fall to your ankles, you stepped on them and kicked them to the side. Smoothly he grabbed one of the vibro blades cutting away the shirt and body suit ripping them down as he went before tossing the knife towards the discarded pants. Making it easy you brought your legs up and peeled them down for him, he put his boot on them and gently shoved you back without removing himself from your lips.

A couple of paces, Bane had you back against the cool wall. He worked off his holster belt of his dearest LL-30's tossing it onto the cot moving his hands to his pants letting them fall without bothering to take them off before he unsheathed himself. He grabbed the meat of your thigh and pulled it up to his hip wrapping his arm under. You got the message jumping a little to bring your other leg around his waist locking your ankles together. His hands pressed into your ass raising you enough to spear you with his aching cock.

You moaned into his mouth sliding into him as your tongues danced together like snakes constantly coiling and striking each other. Not so gently he nipped the end of your tongue as you pulled it back into your mouth. You put your head back against the metal of the wall feeling yourself slide down his need. Finding his eyes already latched onto yours, his gaze matching the sharpness of his fangs. You tense mildly under his expression and see a smile tug at the corner of his lips. Bane grabs your wrist with each hands pinning it above you with all of his weight letting out a deep guttural growl that you can feel through his cock and where your hips rested on his. The thrusting became primal, rough and all things sinful as you whimper at the roughness of him stretching you again. Each ridge of him feeling fuller and more defined.

"Bane-" then his face is on your neck sniffing before he bites just enough to puncture holding back due to your pathetic human fragility, aggravated further as his hat falls off whooshing back. Each time he entered you making you moan a little louder until your throat began to ache. As carnally and possessive as he is fucking you he doesn't want to cum not yet nor letting you come until your screaming only his name then does he take both of your wrist in one hand bringing his thumb to circle the swollen pinnacle that he continues to tease with his thrust until you start to tremble.

"Dis is wha' yappin so much gets ya," he grunts as he picks up the the pace with his thumb. His hand tightens around your wrist as you try to pull them down as you writhe against the wall. He enjoys watching the faces you make and how your back arches towards him. Bane doesn't ease up as you cum, forcing you to clench around him as he chases his high listening to every soaking sound of you taking him and strained sound as your vocal cords start giving out. Quickly Bane brought his teeth back to the side of your neck depositing his scent and his seed in you. He pulls you off the wall continuing to fuck it into you until he reaches the cot dropping you on it and pulling you off from around him smirking as his a few drops of cum dripped from his tip landing on your thighs simultaneously enjoying how indecent you looked with fucked wild hair, a faded hazy expression and dripping him, "Goo' luck try ta forget' dat dis time," he grumbled tucking himself back in and pilling his pants back up. Bane grabbed the blanks by the corners and laying them on you but this time not bothering to tuck you in or lay down instead putting his belt and holster back on, "Nah like ya can leave da ship anyway," he said looking down at the pile of cloths before strutting up to make sure neither of you couldn't use the escape pod by ejecting it space because no matter what he did he knew you were smart enough to fix it. Jabba can jus' add it to da reward, he thought. Snarling when Todo approached him, "Wha'."

"Mr. Bane, she is currently a score.. that score is laying under your blankets. Isn't this bounty to personal?"

"I' take any bounty for da right price," he retorted, "Jabba gonna have to pay da personal price," he said walking away from the droid towards the pilot chair to make the call and deal.

"Mr. Bane, I do not think-"

"Fuckin' can it. I ain't in da mood Todo," he hissed continuing his walk alone flicking another tooth pick into his mouth strutting with hands on his hips trying to sort out his... feeling.

You laid in the bed your head reeling from experience, your throat scratchy caused by being fucked silent by Cad Bane. Is that what one would call hate fucking? I should get cleaned up and figured a way out of this mess, just... so comfy. You were almost asleep when Todo came in with a bacta forcing you back into consciousness.

"You must mend your neck, you are very valuable to Mr. Bane alive to get his reward. You do have a hefty price tag. I would hate to have to try to revive you."

"It's just a surface wound, I'll be fine," you sneered at the little droid, "how much?" you asked curiously, taking the tube knowing he wasn't going to give up.

"Original bounty price plus price of a new escape pod plus price of the bounty you two were beginning and plus what Mr. Bane calls a personal price."

"Better be close to a million," you scoffed.

"It is exactly."

"Hope he enjoys it. Leave." You sat up and rubbed the Bacta in your neck hoping the alone time would help cooling off your temper. As insufferable as the man was he was the best fuck of your life and the most interesting man, the way he talked, how he composed himself, the crimson of his eyes to the ocean tint of his skin, how his breathing worked, why was he maddeningly possessive, everything was so.. interesting. You pulled back the blankets quickly darting to the refresher as some slid down your thigh. After freshening up you left the blankets laying out unscathed as you palmed a blade, it was odd he didn't think twice about locking them up. You took a quick shower before picking a new outfit to be delivered to the Hutts too for whatever reason.

"Little birdy tells me you might need some assistance," you looked over reading the message from Hondo.

"Depends on what the Hutt's want, regardless I'll need a drink after."

"Or two," he replied.

You laughed, "Maybe three if I have to make it someone's bad day, wait for me?"

"The alcohol is already waiting along with a new book, lovely planet."

You put the pad in your belt wondering who told him because for that price he wouldn't. Staring at your bunk then down in Bane's bunk you had the unnerving sensation to lay in his. You're lip twitched reaching up you grabbed your book and disappeared back to the holding cell where everything reminded untouched. You wiped up what little got on the cot reluctantly putting the blankets back in the trunk before crawling under the thin excuse for a blanket propping your self up against the wall. The door opened, you ignored the cowboy standing there with his hand on his hips glaring at you instead turning the page of your book. Hearing the click of his boots move towards you with the mechanical breathing grow slightly more labored you finally looked up, "How I am suppose to read during this darling of a conversation?" you said sarcastically.

"Whatcha doin in here?"

"I didn't want to be in the bunk room so I came back here to get some reading done."

"Woman, you aint-"

"Aren’t what? A bounty. A prisoner? I am however. To quote you, Can it," you said fluttering your lashes at him with a smile, "and really ejecting your escape pod? At least Jabba's compensating you for it and more," you motioned towards the door while your face kept an even expression your heart was palpitating at the gunman, "Now if you don't mind."

"Dis is ma ship," he squinted.

"That it is, Mr. Bane," you retorted flatly pulling your attention back to the book before his hand snapped it shut, "Maybe you need a book on manners not the linguistics of your mother tongue," he tossed the Durese book at the wall at the comment, "Am I correct on assuming that we are either close to Tatooine or are you just being an ass?" you said pulling back the blanket and retrieving the book.

"Why ya readin it?" his draw was a little longer then usual.

"When I conclude whatever busy I have with Jabba, I think Hondo would like a vacation," you quipped poking yourself with the fiery daggers in his eyes.

"Wat did I say-"

"Techincally I am here as one of your most expensive scores instead of a colleague, I don't think that applies currently."

You felt the cool touch of his hand on your throat, "s'op makin dis personal, jus' business."

"Jabba is paying you, oh what did you call it? A personal price. I'm not taking it personally, if I did one of us would be dead right now," you pointed out, "however I am rather curious what the Hutts want with me, my curiosity seems to overwrite what it's my best interest. Anyway I am going to go take a heat soak," you said grabbing his wrist and bringing your foot back to the wall using it to propel yourself forward shoving him back.

He stumbled a bit but his grip didn't falter, "Gonna cook ya self, Jabba wan's you a'live."

"I do know how to turn down a thermostat, I am not a child. As long as you shut it you can join me."

Bane's lip twitched but his hand let go falling after you to the heat room watching you turn it down and on. He decided to sit across from you, watching you relax into the heat keeping his hat tipped forward enough not to fall off but still be able to see your outstretched legs. Weird mammalian woman. He took off his coat and rested it next to him deciding to enjoy the heat wishing he could enjoy it with you. Drat, woman's makin me soft. Dis is a goo' thin Jabba wants 'er, he tried convincing himself gnawing through his toothpick until it fell broken in two into his lap.

You laid down on your back enjoying the landscape art, Even if I said that just to taunt him maybe I should take a trip there. Bane can't be the only hot smart man in the galaxy plus finding a couple actual books in the language would help, "Don' even think 'bout it," you heard him mumble like he knew what you were thinking.

"Pray tell, what do you think I am thinking about Mr. Bane?" You chuckled.

"Takin' Hondo."

"I said that to gauge your reaction, if I'm going to there it will be for my own curiosity. Alone."

"An' no findin' anotha-"

"What if I do? Hopefully he'd be less insufferable then you. I doubt I could find a better fuck but at least a more tolerable personality," you realized your mistake hearing his foot steps seeing him standing over you, "Wha-" he flipped you over on your stomach pulling you up onto your knees thankfully you had elected for pants which he pulled down though you wondered if they ripped with how hard he yanked them.

He quickly undid himself snd snapped his hips into your squishy rear, forcing a surprised moan out of you as he collided into your depths. After a couple quick thrust his arm shot out pulling your back to his chest biting the back of your neck a little harder then he previously had, tongue flicking around the wound and you faintly felt something gooey seeping into the wound, "He know he eh dead man walkin," he growled dropping you back into your hands with a thud ignoring that his belt was even leaving marks across your plump butt he kept thrusting until both of you were on the edge when he abruptly pulled out yanking you pants up and tucking himself away chuckling as he grabbed another toothpick.

You felt the wave starting to fade, you sat back on your heels bringing your fingers to the wound finding a slight green tight, "Bane... did you just farking scent mark me like a piece of breeding property?" You screamed at him.

"I warne' ya 'bout messin with dis Duros, playin' with fira," he said smugly, "da scent ya make, is ma alone." Bane rarely experienced the green eyed monster but it was shaking him to his core not wanting anyone to experience your beauty and brains.

You saw the timer fall to zero. Getting up silently and strode out of the room slightly not trusting the twitch in your fingers not to toss a blade at his head. You barely knew the man, he was intoxicating to be around even just listening to voice was enough for the fumes to start but the man was an absolute menace. You took yourself into the fresher gripping the counter slightly rocking yourself trying to get a hold of the thoughts that were going to light speed through your head but two things were immediately clear; first there was no amount of washing that would get it out and second that you looked forward to wiping that smug expression off his face.

You wiped up the dried blood but rejected the bacta leaving the tender wounds opened much to the droids complaint. Todo informed you that you be arriving soon, swallowing the rage the best you could you changed into something that showed off the wounds letting them be on full display. You grabbed the bags using them as a seat near the ramp as you waited to land. If Bane wanted to be a fire, you were going to be a blaze unlike Sith's hell had ever seen. Fingers drummed mindlessly as revengeful thoughts consumed you, some making a smile twinge other's as wicked as the gleam in your eye.

Todo met you at the ramp insisting that you wait for Mr. Bane, you swatted away the droids tossing your bags at the guards waiting telling them to carry your books and clothes. Heard Bane's boots behind you closing the distance, you heard his grumble about the wounds. Ignoring him you continued your path into the palace making sure to do a spin taking in every one in the room seeing Hondo and a few of his closes acquaintances. You saw the indistinguishable flash of anger in his face before it faded back into an neutrality.

Doing your usual little bow for him, "Great Jabba, I hear you were looking for me?" you asked eyeing the Hutt.

You heard Jabba speak but you both know you didn't need the droid allowing it to translate for the benefit of the others in the room, "The Great Jabba ask where have you been?"

"I took... a vacation, a break from work to clear my head. Is my assistance needed? Perhaps a tutor for your grub?"

"Powerful Jabba needs to you hide a box where no one will ever find it and inquires about the wounds."

You smiled happy your trap worked, "Dearest Jabba, are you sure there isn't anything more prolonged you require of me," you took a sideways profile take of Bane's glare before returning your eyes back to Jabba, "even you most powerful Hutt seem to treat your acquaintances with more dignity and kindness," if Bane's glare could shoot, you'd be riddled with holes.

"Powerful Jabba says you are dismissed Bane the funds have been transferred," the droid said pointing towards the door.

"Pleasura doin' business with ya," he said tipping his hat before leaving.

You made a show of sneering at his back relaxing your shoulders as the door closed behind him, "Thank you," you said with another small bow. The questioning expression on Jabba's face confirmed he wasn't the one who was eavesdropping on the coms but did show him silently questioning the gun slinger.

"Jabba ask how will you dispose of the box."

"To hide it from anyone not even you can know. However I will require a ship-"

Almost on que Hondo offered you his, eyes fixated on the wound, "Jabba says he must have someone check it over but it is acceptable."

"Your neck," Hondo hissed.

"He is surprisingly... possessive."

"Has the Cad Bane taken an interest in someone?" he said loud enough to draw people's eyes to the wounds.

"Unfortunately," you retorted, "It's one those simple ships right?" You asked quietly.

"Pshh a child could pilot it blindfolded."

"You're the best, Hondo."

"I know," he smiled, "So, why did he do it?"

"That is a story for when I get back and after to many drinks. Until then," you said noticing the approaching guards escorting you and the box to the ship. Your fingers traced the cold controls Hondo was right it was a simple ship but still more advanced then you'd care for. Managing to get it off the ground and space bound you found Bane still in orbit stilling in his view port watching, you smiled passing him as you made the jump to the best place to hide anything even beyond the Jedi's reach.

Drat dat woman, he thought watching you take off. Makin a mess an' show of me. He groaned kicking up his legs onto the dash crossing them, bringing a his fingers to his toothpick twisting it. Bane wasn't a man for feelings, he was a man of basics needs, hunting, fucking, credits and sleeping. It wasn't often he took a woman during his cycle but there had never been any lingering feelings afterwards but you had taken root inside his frozen heart making it ever so slightly thaw. The touch of your silky skin against his or how you had zero fear or reservation with your tone around him infuriated him but made him just want to kiss you until you shut it. He felt the primitive urge started to resurface as ran his tongue around him mouth still tasting you feeling himself swell. Drat. His lip twitched as he looked down at the planet knowing where the competition was, his blood boiling for a demonstration of his superiority as a partner. The toothpick broke and he tossed it.

"Mr. Bane, what is it?" Todo asked looking from his minor leg repair from being swatted at like a fly.

"Fin' ma all da info on 'er you can an' I do mean all. I wanna know what I got maself mix' up in," venom laced his words.

"Mr. Bane... Have you actually decided on a mate?" Todo inquired, "I mean you are not getting younger, dealing with your brooding is not pleasant nor your distracted-"

"Kriffin can it," he growled, "thin' life pick' for me," he muttered. He sat there waiting for the ship to return reading what Todo could find, rapidly scanning each hologram before moving onto the next. Each piece confirming how alike both of you were, smart, cunning, survivors and at time ruthless. Bane fingers drummed against his pistol the cowboy in him yelling to go handle the competition like a man while the Durosian in him conflicted wanting to win fairly out of pride. He looked at the little hologram light start blinking finding Hondo on the other side.

"Wha ya want?" He asked answering the call.

"Pshh I don't need anything from you" He said defensive, "I was actually going to ask if you needed something from me," he said smirking, "pertaining to one lovely woman."

" 'posed I did, wha' woul' it be?" he asked putting in a fresh toothpick.

"This book is something she's been looking for," Hondo said holding the old novel, "I don't know what she sees in you Mr. Bane, however the lengths she is going to knock you down a couple pegs shows you actually managed to get under that skin of hers. As... old friends, I thought it would cover one of my favors."

"I reckon' it woul' wha ya ge' outta of it?"

"We'll found out, meet me at the cantina outside the palace," Hondo switched off the call, what do I get? A chance if you mess this up. He laughed tucking the book back into his coat getting up paying the tab before heading out to the cantina to wait, "You boys watch discreetly, Bane is a wild fellow."

Bane strolled into the Cantina finding Hondo waiting the bar drinking water for a change, "Suppose ya know why long she'll be gone?" he asked swinging into the seat next to him.

Hondo pulled how his pad and asked, "A couple more hours. She's taking in the sights," rolling his eyes, "Always so curious."

"To curious for 'er own good."

"You have no idea," Hondo said howling, "Good luck. You've had woman from here to Coruscant, what is different about that one?" Hondo quietly poked recording the conversations to send you.

"Neva met a smarta woman."

"That's it?" Hondo said arching an eyebrow.

"I ain't gehetting soft."

"Fine, fine. The bite?" He scolded.

"She want' to use ma hea' room."

"Interesting, she prefers ice" Hondo replied.

You listened to the conversation, although it didn't yield the answers you were looking for it was as close enough but still far enough to make him work for it. Hondo met you in the distance saying Bane was still waiting in orbit.

"He'll find out later rather than sooner," you laughed, "I think I’m going back on vacation until he figures it out," whether you meant his feelings if such a man was capable of them or where you were was up for interpretation.

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crispycookedcat · 1 year

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I Found Him It wasn't like I stopped searching anyhow, I found him. But now I don't even know if I wanted to keep seeing him. In this state, he looks so pained, so absent, lost in a body that has betrayed him.

It had been about two days since Paul had found him and he wasn't handling it well. He remembers it vividly, almost becoming nauseated from the memory. He remembers how he felt, the distance forced between them, the helplessness he felt to it all, and at the center stood a nasty rage at the man responsible for it. He was standing behind the one-way glass staring down at his husband strapped into a hospital bed, hooked up to vitals and IV bags that delivered his nutrients and some weird conglomerate of the same treatment he had taken that turned him into a monster. Crying out to him with desperate pleas and heartbroken wails that he was too late, that he was so sorry, that he was begging him to look up.

His head was bandaged neatly, hair matted and unwashed from sweat and possibly blood, his body heaving with every labored breath. He had never seen Patryck so defeated, so hollow, so gone. It hurt his soul, made him frenzied, made him angered beyond words, but no matter how hard he punched and hit the glass, the window failed to break, and his heart sank further into itself.

He became so frantic he almost lost control, his forced monster form almost breaking free from its human prison, he almost forgot who he was, who he promised to be in the moment. That thought snapped him out of his desperation but threw him into even more agony. The man he had married, the man he loved to death, who he planned to retire with, was now another pawn in Tord's wicked game of global dominion. It made him sick, so very very sick.

So now in the present he lays on his back in his barrack, alone and with his own darkened thoughts having torn his room to hell, fighting between the monster within his body and his own reason. How he wished to let loose, to go to Tord and raise hell and bring down his whole base. But he couldn't, he would end up like the others, dead or forced into mind control. It was something he couldn't risk. "What did they do to you...? Why did he do this to you...?"

He muttered into the air while digging his claws into his balled fists, he couldn't understand the lost mind of his Boss, why he was willing to do something so risky like this. Unless. His face blanched and he felt nauseated again. The other three men that he found down there months ago. They were all in the same position as his Pat: lost, gone, hollowed, empty, and nothing more than zombies at that point. He was planning something big, something far worse than what his initial plans were. "No...no no no no NO!"

He gripped his skull with his own monstrous hands and sat up with new fear established in his soul. He was pulling the most cliche but the most probable plan in any villain's notebook. His goal was to achieve total global control, yes, but who or rather what could be used to destroy rebellions, any rebellions. Loyal soldiers capable of uprooting them at the source, and able to not only uproot but absolutely maim and dispel any chance of reformation.

Paul felt dizzy as he screamed out, the familiar ringing returned to his ears as his vision blurred, it hurt. Everything hurt. So this was Tord's plan. Using monsters to cause unbridled mayhem. Paul realized he wasn't the first, he was the most successful out of all of them. He could go back and forth seamlessly with retaining memories of both human and beast. He could feel his control slipping, horns jutting painfully from his head, he was played like a fiddle.

Those clones of his beloved bought Tord time and kept him from discovering quicker what was really happening to him. This was an induction, training, this was conditioning. And he felt himself slip further into his mind.

"Tord... you fucking... bastard..."

Was the last he uttered before he faded away and the beast took over once more, with the last thing he felt was nothing but absolute rage.

#eddsworld #eddsworld au #ew paul #ew patryck #crispy angst au #ew au #ew paupat

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mwolf0epsilon · 2 years

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Whumptober Day 24: Fight, Flight or Freeze

Prompt: "I don't want to do this anymore."

Summary: To most of the 212th, Bray is but a distant memory. For Peel who'd fallen victim to the affliction that had turned its population into mindless vampiric monsters however, it's harder to forget. The lingering effects don't help.

[Yes I still very much like Peel despite him only ever appearing in one comic. I also love exploring the aftermath of getting temporarily turned into a monster and how that might have affected someone's physiology.]

THIS STORY IS ALSO ON AO3

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Beauty was, as most often said, in the eye of the beholder. But what if said beholder was confronted with something that was, in definition, ethereal to all who witnessed it? So delicately balanced and light that you couldn't help but be in awe, even if you did not see beauty in most things?

Electricity was gossamery in a way that was most beguiling to bare witness to. All energy, in its purest form, was most enchanting to behold if you could perceive it in all its vim and vigor. A flow of vitality that could not be seen outside of certain phenomenon, but that could easily be felt with something as simple as the spark of a broken wire.

The Force was energy. Wild energy that made up all that was and would be. One could almost akin it to life itself if they wished to get philosophical.

The Force was mouthwatering. It was a craving Peel could not shake. No matter how hard he tried.

Bray had changed him.

On the planet itself it had only been temporary. A short lived nightmare resolved with the slaying of a beast that had tried to enslave an entire planet.

But here and now in the safety of the Negotiator's walls, as the 212th ferried on to the next big battle up ahead of them? It was permanent. Painfully so.

He was not the same clone he'd been before Bray.

Not physically at least. Altered in ways that most would consider minute because it wasn't entirely visible. Unreal to his peers because they did not have to deal with it themselves. So very terribly real to him because he did.

At a passing glance it was only the deep scratches on his chest plate, his slightly larger canines, and the way his eyes now reflected light that gave away the oddity. But deep in his physiology something monstrous still resided. A deep-seated desire that haunted his wants and needs. An urge to consume energy that would not leave him be.

An urge that had him staring at the electrical panels of the massive venator-class ship. That had him cover his stomach with his hands in an attempt to muffle the hungry gurgles that sounded off whenever he stared too long at a blaster. That made him salivate whenever he saw his general and the often-lost saber he kept hooked to his belt.

Everything around him made him hungry. The machinery. The weapons. The Jetii... It was torturous. A craving he couldn't satisfy for fear of what may happen if he were caught.

He couldn't just eat a blaster bolt. He couldn't just lick the lit blade of a lightsaber. He couldn't sink his teeth into the sensitive wiring of the Negotiator. Otherwise the monster in his blood would win.

He did not want to become that... That horrid thing ever again!

But the forbidden siren song. The ethereal humming of all that carried ripe delicious energy within... It kept him awake at night.

Awake with hunger pangs that made him double over and want to cry. Sob and whimper until he ran out of tears and blew out his voice. He didn't know how much longer he might be able to take it before he succumbed to the shadow of the late Lord Ravna's beastly influence.

Sometimes he could almost feel phantom sensations of the infection process and the alterations it brought. Could feel the pain of the transformation that had drawn him away from his peers and into the cargo area. He'd been so terribly hungry back then as well. Unable to satiate himself on rations that were meant to fill his stomach and keep him going. Not even stims had helped.

He'd been restless and anxious. And then he'd smelled it. The static in the air.

It had been relatively quick, all things considered. He'd sunk his teeth into the wiring, and suddenly they weren't teeth anymore but needle-like fangs. Then his hands had changed into wicked claws, his head deformed into a mockery of a bat's, his body become too big for the armour that clung tight and impaired some of his range of movement.

The others had been lucky. He would have taken them down and forced them to join him in his terrible affliction had he been able to move more freely. Might have gone for his brothers if only their general hadn't smelled so delicious to him.

Peel had not been in control but he had to live with the memories of his transformed state.

The memories of wanting to rip Obi-wan Kenobi apart to consume the Force that he wielded so masterfully. All appreciation and admiration of the Jetii forgotten, because at the moment he'd been nothing more than one big living battery to be sapped at.

It was absolutely disgusting. A betrayal no doubt. To think back on those animalistic thoughts and drives, so unlike his own, and even now being unable to not drool whenever he focused on that particular energy signature.

The self-disgust made him flee his cot in the middle of the night. Made him seek out the quietest corner on the Negotiator, where the sounds of electricity and the Force were almost muffled, so that he could curl up and weep.

This was all so hard. He didn't know what to do with himself. None of the trainers had ever said it would be this hard.

"Peel...?"

Startled by the soft yet sudden voice, Peel nearly jumped out of his skin. As he stared up towards the source of said voice, he couldn't help but hiss in pain at the bright light shining in his eyes. He covered his face and turned away so as to shield his sensitive senses.

"Peel what are you doing all the way out here...?" Canivete had seemingly found him. It was funny, he could ask her what she was doing out here as well, but then she'd prod him over avoiding the question. "Peel... Peel are you crying?"

The medic was crouching besides him now, clearly concerned with the state he was in. All curled up in some desolate corner of the Negotiator in only his body glove, face red and spotty from crying.

Cani was always so very kind to all of the vode.

Soft spoken and gentle. Some might dare say motherly, but its not like they had any experience to draw comparison from. Made in tubes and tossed out mercilessly into a galaxy that did not care. One that could change you irrevocably in the blink of an eye.

Peel did not know where she got all that care and love from. Where she'd learned to not be rough around the edges.

"Peel, vod'ika... Please talk to me."

"I don't want to do this anymore... I'm so hungry..." He said it. There was nothing else he could do but say it. He was cornered and in such a bad way. So hungry for things that would no doubt label him a monster. "I'm so hungry ori'vod..."

The light of the flashlight was likely making him look so much worse than he probably did.

Eyes aglow with a red tint here in this dark little nook. The sharpness of his canines matching the ghoulish look of the tapetum lucidum. He hadn't bothered to brush his hair either.

"You're.... Hungry?" She seemed confused. He didn't blame her. She'd seen him eat at late meal time. The generous portions of his tray devoured so eagerly until his stomach had bulged with plump satisfaction.

General Kenobi always made sure the vode were fed right. Unaware that he was partly the reason Peel felt the need to stuff his face, in a useless attempt to extinguish the ravenous burn in his gut.

"Y-Yes... But...." He hiccuped miserably. "But not for food..."

"I see... Then what are you hungry for vod'ika?" The flashlight was too much. The batteries inside it... It was singing to him. He needed it. He needed it so badly!

Yanking the offending object out of the medic's hands, Peel finally gave in to his forbidden urges. He effortlessly sank his teeth into the flashlight, cracking plastoid and feeling relief wash over him as energy flowed anew into his veins through his mouth.

Some of the pain alleviated at last. The deep ache that settled in his muscles and bones gone for the first time in months.

Cast in now much denser darkness, the two sat quietly in tense hesitance. A minute of silence trickled by before Peel let go of the now drained and ruined piece of equipment. It was over. She knew now. She knew he wasn't fixed. He half expected her to just get up and leave.

Leave the monster in the dark.

Instead, Canivete wrapped her arms around his still shaking frame. Brought him closer to herself and just held him. Safe and protected away from the horrors of the galaxy. The cruelties that had lead him here in the first place.

A fresher torrent of tears cascaded down his still blotchy wet face. Peel gasped and sobbed as he wrapped his own arms around his older sister middle, afraid and unsure of what was to become of him still. But at least now there was some relief.

A semblance of hope that maybe everything might be ok. At least one vod still loved him. Even if he was a monstrous freak.

"It's ok... It's ok Peel... I've got you."

#Eps Writes #star wars #the clone wars #whumptober2022 #clone trooper peel #clone ocs #clone medic canivete

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dxwnxdusk · 2 years

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macaque wants a fight ? then wukong was going to give him one. it seemed that he needed to be REMINDED of his place. the fact that he continually chooses to be on the wrong side of history... fine. sun wukong doesn't mind giving him a reminder. expression was unchanged as he throws the other on the ground, landing by him. he walks as if he hadn't endured a hard battle with the other. a foot is pressed on the other's chest as he stares at the other. why did this feel familiar ? have they been here before ?

Who was he kidding, what was the kid thinking? He couldn't take Sun Wukong on in a battle of strength, that’s not who he was, yes his strength was greatly underestimated in certain instances but he was a shadow demon for a reason, he relied on that element, his power was not nearly as vile as many made it seem. It was a cold breeze that settled over burning wounds, it was a fuel that allowed him to keep going, one of the few things that kept him going.

Their backstory, tainted in the ironic shadow vs light, nobody knew the true depth behind it. Macaque’s memories had been hazy but those had shine cleared than any, the moments leading up to his death, so he’s not surprised that his entire body is screaming at him to flee, that this was a suicide mission. So when the battle starts he’s well aware he’s giving into the whims that barely fueled him any longer, fighting against Wukong.

Adrenaline courses through his body, even as his fur bristles in fear, the faint smirk as beads of sweat roll down the side of his face, as his powers fluctuate, pushing more and more clones to lay the heat down on the other, he can feel the drain quicker than he likes. He’s running on fumes, it shows how some of the clones crumble before they even get to the other. Clasping his hands together before producing his own staff, he brings it down with as much speed as he has, scowling when his attack is blocked, he swiftly changes his style mid combat, that works.

A few hits that won’t do anything in the long run, but it’s slim satisfaction that he’s still got it. Which ends when the ends of his staff cracks, dismissing it before it could break against the other’s strength he chokes on the very air surrounding them when the edges of his cloak rip slightly from the grasp that snags him, pain flaring through his body as old wounds flare up. The ground comes too quickly, he can’t absorb the impact and takes it full on, spitting out blood as he feels something in his arm crack, like lightning coursing through his body; it feels dull when the next attack comes.

“Wukong-'' The other’s name is gasped from his lips, claws digging into the other’s leg, His lungs begged for air; claws raking at flesh that gave way to bleed, the sense that this had happened before as the pressure at his arm alleviates. The one at his chest hasn't yet, the sputtering for air brings with it the attempt to once more push the other off . Macaque squeezed his eyes shut against the attempt, his face contorting into a grimace. His body hurt. A horrible, throbbing, aching sensation that coursed through his limbs and veins, lighting his system on fire. His lungs rattled as he breathed, as if there were bits of gravel trapped in them being shaken with each attempt to get air into his lungs.

-ck!

Something in his chest gives way, drawing with it a howl of agony as blood splatters across cloth, hacking as his attempts to alleviate the pressure on his chest grow weaker but more desperate. His tail sweeps across the dirt, curling upon itself as he tries to twist his frame away. This is torture, this is actual torture and it’s so wrong, this isn’t Wukong. Wukong wouldn’t do it like this, no. This is infinitely worse. The other was actually being controlled this time, now again, which situation was worse. Where his death at the other’s hands last time hadn’t been intentional but still done of his will, or now, where his death would bring precious time, when did he decide to grow a conscience.

Because everyone had some sense of reality when faced with death, that clarity was glistening down at him as his own bones were slowly giving way under the corrupted king’s strength, his own slowly fading as his attempts to break free had stopped eventually, he wasn’t sure when because now he could feel it slowly drifting across his body. A numbing sensation that was too cold for his liking, as blood dripped from the corner of his lips. He blinks, the sensation of something wet in his eyes, was he crying? He supposed it makes sense, being crushed to death slowly would make any sensible being cry, from the pain of course.

Not because of dead emotions daring to flare in what might as well be his last moments. He didn’t want to imagine what type of expression was on his face, but he does know when his glamor has faded away, the disgusting feeling of actually being weak feels more like acid than anything as he futility kicks his legs one last time, croaks a few curses, spits out more blood before finally his body gives, the ground cracks around him as the final push is given and his head falls to the side, black spots of darkness crawling in his vision as he heaves, he’s done with screaming, he’s done with trying.

He’s got nothing left, he’s going to die again at the hands of someone he dared to still care about, when the other had long moved past that. But…at least he had bought time?

Right?

#siimians #down the rabbit hole #i go #Tw: near death

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kalianos · 7 months

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A rant of the last two months.

So I looked at a lot of my draft posts. The ones for the last month and a half were kinda Venting about the new corp I joined in Eve Online.

To be fair, I learned a mutual friend who has a habit of starting things then just...not taking control as a leader and lets things die as a result was starting it.

soooo yeah. That happened. Only one logging in now. ~_~

"It'll be great Kali! Getting back into Eve Kali! We should try doing FW and small gang pvp! Hey isn't it weird how you are the only cis guy in this corp?" yeah sure, except one problem. You dragged a bunch of newbies who never played before into it. As all Newbies tend to do, they are for some reason scared of pvp and losing ships. HELL ONE OF THEM THINKS THAT DOING PVP WAS THE SAME AS HARMING SOMEONE AND COULDN'T BEAR IT!

So we ended up turning into a Mining and Industry Corp. Except I was one of the few paid accounts. So I was the only one who could reliably skill into to building things. Okay I still can't get over the lack of wanting to PVP in the game built on it.

...a bit fucked up way of thinking but there was always mining and industry I guess? no. I spent, hundreds of millions on BPO's and started doing research material and time development which takes ages. We do a mining op, they manage to...somehow not know how to read? "Oh the sleepers are back!" Well I already took care of them in an Orca. Do it again!

No they are Drifters. Webbed, scrammed, disrupted. Trapped and couldn't warp off in an extremely large bulky slow ship. -_- 2.5billion down the drain. It was cool seeing the explosion though. Then slowly everyone started petering off one by one.

Our scared to pvp person went exploring in the pvp areas and was shocked that..they were attacked and managed to escape with their pod. They felt sick at the idea of shooting at a player. V: like...no seriously wtf? This is EVE. Everyone Vs. Everyone. Market pvp, Industry pvp, MINING PVP. Yes Mining pvp is a thing. Its called putting on the highest yield risk mining crystal and just sneaking into enemy territory asteroid field and just going to town destroying their asteroid resources so they can't build ships!

The Hauler did two contracts for us, and dipped. ...best fifty mil wasted?

Two of our number thought it was weird that the game didn't just automatically played itself? Like auto-target and then auto-fire? ...those modules exist but thats too much.

the lead and their girlfriend don't show up anymore so. Its just me in this corp? AFter spending so many skill points and isk in industry since "You are now the industry lead!"

Back on track learning how to pilot Triglavian ships and Edencom stuff since thats what I wanted to begin with.

Now I am in a dead corp with nobody logging in and my isk and LP is being taxed heavily to a corporation that no longer even functionally exists. Except as a blackmark in my job history in the game as "Why were you in this Corp. for only a few months after leaving your starter corp after nearly 14 years?"

BEcauseI got tired of helping people out in the newbie corp and wanted to hang out with friends! ....who immediate flaked out and left. And my other MMO friends won't touch EVe with a ten foot pole. "We don't understand it." -_-; Game is so much easier now than it was back then.

I wish....I wish I could just clone myself and have mini-me's running around non-stop. ....actually thats a bad idea. I don't understand Reactions in industry too well and I've only just started doing PLanetary industry setup after years of having the skills trained.

MAybe it would just be nice if people logged the fuck in and we could hang out. "My new job doesn't fit in with the weekly group up so I won't log in at all" >:V oh fuck off.

Screw this, I'm going into Wormhole space and find a Wormhole crew living in that insane spaghetti mess of systems and run C3's to earn enough isk in a couple days to buy a month of game time in game.

Or Join Faction Warfare and do the same but also have constant pvp.

Viva la Caldari / Guristas

Or constantly run Abyssal dungeons solo.

I am tired. At least there are a lot of new players coming into the game now? Its refreshing.

#Kalianos says a thing #Shut up kali

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Hi I just wanna ask what do you think of barrissoka ship

What do I "think"? That's a big question if ever there was.

I love the dynamic between the two characters, particularly the way their friendship evolved so quickly over just the first three episodes they had together in season two of The Clone Wars. It managed to convey a fast bond very well, instead of just saying that they became friends but not showing such a connection.

Something I said when I last rewatched the entire series back in 2020 is that Barriss was pretty much the only option as the villain in the Wrong Jedi arc because no other character had an equivalent to the friendship or history with Ahsoka that she had. I'm still not 100% happy with how they wrote it (Her rapid descent into villainy is my only complaint about the arc), but her character was the only way the story could go.

Much of their friendship was heavily romantic-coded, particularly when viewed through the lens of two young women raised in an extremely repressive religious order who are struggling with their own growth. They like each other, and that's okay provided they don't like each other too much, but how do they know if they like each other too much? Throw on the pressures of a war, which heightens any emotion in and of itself, and that can easily turn "just" a friendship into something else.

My personal take is that yes, they did like each other as more than "just friends", but at the time couldn't admit it to themselves or each other due the emotional restrictions they had been raised in and felt obligated to confine themselves to. If they hadn't been raised in the Jedi Order, or had been raised in the non-cult version of the Order that existed before the Prequel retcons (Yes, I am still salty about that), I believe they would have been each other's first dating experience. Since they were raised in the cult version of the Order, they never really had a chance of having a healthy relationship.

I've seen some fantastic fanart of Happier Times, with grown-up Ahsoka and Barriss having survived and found each other again, and read some fanfic on the same topic. It's very believable with only a few tweaks to canon (namely just how she slides into villainy in the Wrong Jedi arc) and I would hope that it gets explored in canon if Barriss does return to the franchise, as has been implied several times.

#Star Wars #Ahsoka Tano #Barriss Offee #Barrissoka #Barrisoka

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fanfictin · 2 years

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It's gone midnight and I was playing 112 simulator in between an all day revision session earlier and this just wrote itself right now,, take it inspired by this animation from the game which Is Softe and medical--

Obi-Wan had barely taken more than a handful of steps around the corner away from the hangar when his comm went off.

"Kenobi," he answered absently, pausing to listen.

"Sir," came Captain Rex's tight voice, making Obi-Wan frown. "Can you return to the hangar please."

He had literally just left - what could have happened in less than a minute?!

Instead of questioning, Obi-Wan turned to quickly stride back the way he had come, raising the link again when he turned the corner. "Here. What..."

Once again instead of waiting, he hurried over to the immediately obvious commotion, clones falling into an awkward attention stance as he got through them.

And was greeted with Captain Rex half knelt next to Anakin, who until very recently had not been trembling on the floor, limbs weakly clenching and extending with clenched shut eyes and gritted teeth to finish off the haunting image.

"General," Rex greeted tersely, briefly glancing up, "He collapsed just after you left and started shaking like this," he explained, conditioned voice still fraught with concern and tension.

Obi-Wan quickly got to his knees and then settled himself behind Anakin's body, folding his legs so he could reach out and shift his former padawan's twisting head onto his closest leg, almost in his lap.

"He hasn't had a seizure in a while," he commented absently, placing one hand near Anakin's jaw to stabilise his neck and the other on his forehead, probing just slightly with the force while keeping light pressure to prevent the skull from banging against any surface, no matter how soft it was.

Rex glared at the troopers that had started to gather around until the shines quickly retreated, they frowned at the generals. "I was about to call the medics... Would you still like them?"

He sounded a little hesitant, clearly unsure of how practised Obi-Wan was in this situation despite the apparent length of time since a similar episode and the different environment from what they surely occurred in. Anakin had mostly stopped fitting now, just the tremble in his limbs left, unable to keep still as much as the man himself was when fully conscious and in control of his own body.

Obi-Wan nodded thoughtfully. "Yes please, Captain. I can't account for all his actions in the last mission, so it doesn't do any harm to check. Even if it turns out to be nothing, he'll be feeling rather poorly afterwards regardless, I imagine."

Rex nodded in return and activated his comm again to a fast dial frequency.

"Medic to hangar," he said shortly, getting straight to the point. It didn't take a moment to get a reply.

"Copy, Captain. Situation?"

The captain felt relief upon immediately recognising the on duty clone's voice - Kix was well versed in dealing with Skywalker's... Varied and odd needs for medical attention in almost any situation at this point.

"General Skywalker is down," he started, almost smiling at the immediate muttered swear in response, "Seizure of unknown origin. Unresponsive but otherwise seems stable. General Kenobi is here keeping him still."

"Alright. Be there in a couple minutes. Time the fit if it's not over and keep an eye on his vitals."

Already knowing such basic first aid, Rex nodded impatiently despite knowing Kix couldn't see him. "Over." He closes the connection and glanced at General Kenobi who had now closed his eyes without changing his supporting position. "Sir?"

Obi-Wan looked up politely. "He should be alright, Rex," he said gently, feeling the soldier's unusual anxiety easily radiating off him.

For a problem to occur in their ship, where rest and calm were on everyone's minds, meant that it was the safe place all troopers illusioned themselves into believing.

The captain nodded stiffly. A quiet sound emitted from the young general.

Obi-Wan immediately focused back on his charge, lightening his grips but not letting go yet. "Anakin? Are you with us?"

Anakin scrunched his eyes even more closed than they were, then slowly blinked them open, squinting in the bright hangar floodlights. They were dazed but clearly aware, and Obi-Wan leaned forward a little so he was in the young jedi's immediate line of sight.

"Ugh... Makin' me sick," he grumbled, closing his eyes again and moving his head to the side before realising his cheek was now pressed against his master's leg. "What...?" he murmured, eyes wide now in bewilderment.

"You're practically on my lap, padawan," Obi-Wan admitted, hands still lightly on his head but not stopping movement. "Though if you're nauseous I'd prefer to put you on your side."

Anakin just made a small groan of possible assent or annoyance, but Obi-Wan was already shifting very carefully backwards, laying Anakin's head slowly on the ground before pulling his right hand up to lay limp by his left cheek.

"Rex, can you get his leg?" He asked softly, noting Anakin's closed eyes again and breathing speeding up. Again either in awareness or warned sickness.

Recognising the recovery position, Rex quickly pulled the right leg up and kept a hand on it as Obi-Wan pushed Anakin over onto his left side by the shoulder, immediately resting a hand on his forehead again.

"You're alright," he said even quieter, possibly not meant for Rex to hear, "We'll sort what happened later. Just rest for now."

And as Kix entered the hangar with some corpsemen and a stretcher in tow, Obi-Wan gently eased a sleep suggestion into his young former apprentice's sluggish mind, letting him rest with everything to sort out able to wait until later.

#Sw fic #My writing #Star wars #Star wars fanfiction #Ani and obi #anakin and obiwan #Sw

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