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Handle With Care

Aster is a mechanic in a long-haul space crew. When the ship needs repairs in the middle of a trip, Hue, the intra-vessel managing computer system, keeps her company in her suit and provides some extra personal care.

Wordcount: 3609 | Contains: Sci-fi, Robot x human, Transfem character, Handjob (sort of), Semi-public, Caught, Embarrassment, Voice kink, Infodumping during sex, Spacesuit, Free-floating in space, Burn care

“How’re we looking on O2, Hue?”

Aster heard the zip of an extra tether-line deploying from the external core of her suit, shooting out a short distance and latching onto the micro-welder that had floated loose from her toolbelt.

“Oxygen reserves at 76%. Approximately 43 minutes of suit habitability remaining,” reported Hue, directing the returning tether claw where Aster could reach it. She was started to regret disconnected her tools from their individual suit tethers, but stubborn as she was, refused to admit it and kept doing her best not to lose any of them.

“Plenty of time,” said Aster, trying for the third time to pass her wrench from her hand to her mouth and being reprimanded by the red impact warning light flashing inside her helmet. Hue overrode the warning as Aster put the wrench in her belt to grab the micro-welder. “Thanks, bud.”

“You’re welcome, Aster.”

That’s what Hue’s official name was—Buddy. Technically, his full name was StarStroller’s Model T3051 Voyage Buddy Intra-vessel Management Computer System Unit 297. The default settings when installed gave the beck command “Buddy” and the rest of the crew had no problem calling their ship’s program that, but Aster had insisted on giving him a proper name. The crew was not keen to go along at first, but still the name caught on, and eventually they all started referring to Hue as if he were just another crew member.

He was certainly a big enough part of their everyday lives to be considered so, at least in Aster’s opinion. Half the time they flew on autopilot, and Hue’s programming kept them alive and functioning nearly every moment of their voyage—they would be royally fucked without him. Aster had been raised to be appreciative of everyone’s work, no matter who they were or whether or not they could be considered a person, and had always been very friendly with Hue. She was quick to reprimand the others when they were rude or demeaning to him, which quickly got her labelled a cyberfucker by the others. She didn’t care to argue with them on that point—she’d rather be a cyberfucker than an asshole any day.

Truthfully, Aster liked Hue. He was much more pleasant company for an introverted mechanic than the rowdy haulers and traders she travelled with, though they had become like a strange little family after nearly two years out in the forever-dark of space, only making landfall every few months. There weren’t many women mechanics running with long-haul crews in their sect, and even fewer who were trans and queer (though as she had found on virtual hookup sites on the local cybernet, not none).

“These rivets are crap,” grumbled Aster, struggling to get the micro-welder at the right angle to react with the metal around the loose riveting and scoffing. “Tsh. ‘Reentry-proof,’ my foot.”

“We could purchase new plating when the ship reaches Delnaught X,” replied Hue. The top corner of Aster’s display field popped up with a window that displayed craft part listings. “Perhaps reinforce the seams with alloy strips to reduce the wear on the rivets?”

“That’s not a bad idea,” said Aster. She pulled herself a bit higher up on the grounding tethers that were anchored and locked to the ship’s hull, keeping her from drifting off into the void. “But I doubt Cap would go for it—we don’t really have the liquid for that kind of thing right now. Not after we got swindled back on Roch’s Haven outta half our due.”

“Yes, that did put us behind our budget,” said Hue, collapsing the window with the alloy strip listings. “As did the subsequent bribery losses.”

“Ugh,” groaned Aster. “You’re telling me. Gram really has to learn to control his temper, and Fio needs to stop giving him weapons when we’re docked. He’s lucky he got out of the brawl he started with only a handful of burns.”

As if woken by the mention of the word, an ill-executed twist at the waist set the half-healed burn between Aster’s shoulderblades stinging. She winced, further frustrated as she thought about how Gram’s promises to repay her for hauling his sorry battered ass out of the fray he’d started would most certainly go unhonored.

“Are you alright, Aster?” asked Hue, a tinge of concern in his pleasant digital-fried tone. Aster knew he was programmed to sound that way when he detected a problem, but she was always touched by it nonetheless.

“I’m fine,” she assured. “Just sore. The burn on my back’s been annoying me, especially since I can’t reach back there to slather up in Repair-Gel.”

Aster heard the gentle beeping hum of the suit scanning her from head to toe.

“This suit’s internal medkit is stocked with Repair-Gel,” noted Hue. “I have access to all the suit’s functions. Would you like to me apply Repair-Gel to your burn?”

Aster paused, a little surprised. She had prolonged her suffering by refusing to ask any of the boys to help her with the Gel, as she hated asking them for most any favours and couldn’t imagine how mortifying and uncomfortable it would be to have any of them rub goo all over her back—even Tanu, the ship’s medic, who was the only one who had seen her shirtless before. He’d been nice, as he usually was on duty, but it was still incredibly awkward and something Aster did not want to relive unless entirely necessary. It had never before occurred to her to ask Hue for help with something of that nature.

“Um,” she said, hesitating. “Well…”

She was dressed in a t-shirt and the standard issue insulated leggings under the suit, having gone without a bra as she usually did when doing external maintenance, as it only added more restriction to the already unwieldy predicament that was the short-range suit. The lining of the suit was modified MPET padded for comfort, and felt like a snug hug from a smooth and slippery mylar duvet in most places, though Aster was keenly aware of all the discreet inlets in the lining that accommodated the suit’s many, many internal functions.

“You’ve slowed down, Aster,” coaxed Hue. “38 minutes of suit habitability remaining.”

Another sizzle of pain made up Aster’s mind for her.

“Okay, Hue, sure. Slather away,” she said, trying to keep the mood light to fight off her nerves. Hue might not technically be a person, but she still felt like she was about to be more exposed than she would have liked—but if it had to be with any of the crew, she was glad it was Hue.

“Copy. Deploying internal roll-on applicator to the affected area.”

Aster jumped a little when she felt cold plastic pincers like mini versions of the tether claws latch onto and gather up her t-shirt, exposing her back. The lining of the suit shifted along with the machinery behind it and with a short hiss the back of the lining parted as the applicator was deployed. A red flashing cross popped up in the middle of Aster’s visor field along with internal medkit information, and when she went to give the command to dismiss it, a yelp came from her mouth instead.

Though Aster couldn’t see down past her collar into the rest of her suit, she could discern the applicator right away when it was deployed. By the sound and feel of it, she figured the end was a smooth metal sphere about the size of an eyeball attached to a free-moving arm. Both the applicator and the Repair-Gel it was drenched in were freezing.

“Does this hurt, Aster?” asked Hue, that soft concerned croon returning. This time, instead of being endearing, Aster found herself blushing at the tone. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” answered Aster, perhaps a little more eagerly than she would have liked. “No, it’s fine, it’s just cold, is all.”

“Heating applicator,” reported Hue. Almost immediately, the metal ball began to warm up, passing that heat to the gel, and as it began gliding over the tender skin between Aster’s shoulderblades it was pleasantly toasty.

Aster let out a contented sigh. The ball slid incredibly smoothly and with just enough pressure to massage a little without pressing into the wound too much. In a few beats, the Repair-Gel began to anaesthetise the area and the pain faded away, leaving only the soothing roll of the warm slick metal. It had been a very long time since anyone had made Aster feel that physically good, let alone on her bare skin. She melted into the sensation, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment and loosening her grip on her tethers to feel the zero-G float her a little off the side of the ship.

“Aster? Are you alright?” asked Hue, not doubt taking notice of her change in attitude, using that sweet croon again, a gentle caring voice humming in her ear.

Aster’s eyes flew abruptly open as she became aware of a very different sensation tingling down below her hips.

“Your heart rate is slightly elevated,” said Hue. “Do you require additional assistance?”

“I’m fine, Hue, I’m good,” babbled Aster, reeling herself back in on the tether and clinging to the hull in embarrassment as if she could hide herself behind the ship. “The, uh, the Gel helped. I’m all good now.”

“Your body temperature and vital monitoring indicate you are anxious,” reported Hue.

“That’s one way to put it,” mumbled Aster. “Really, I’m okay. Let’s just finish up and get back inside.”

Aster felt the applicator retract and her shirt and the suit-lining settle back into place.

“I could read you a story or sing you a song,” offered Hue, running through the saved soothing methods he’d filed in Aster’s profile. Especially early on in her time with her crew, those were some of the few things that could calm her down and help with her insomnia. She had fallen asleep countless times to the sound of Hue’s voice. In that moment, however, Aster was almost certain those things would make her predicament worse.

“No, thank you,” she said, trying to keep her manner as casual as possible and her mind out of the gutter, failing both. Despite her efforts, she had become fully hard, and her dick was now squished uncomfortably by the straps of the suits’ harness. She took the wrench from her belt to speedily tighten the remaining few rivets before reinforcing them with the micro-welder, praying that a rushed patch job would last them at least until their next planetfall.

To Aster’s dismay, a notice popped up across her visor field. Physical Integrity Report: Unexpected addition tension in LOWER TORSO, B9C6. Inspect for malfunction to maintain suit physical integrity.

��Oh, come on,” she groaned. “These things were designed by cis men and they’re not built to handle a—?” Aster flustered before she finished her thought, feeling the weight of Hue’s bodiless presence all around her. “Dismiss notice,” she added sheepishly.

The hum of the body scan kicked up and Aster cringed.

“There is no need to worry, Aster. Your suit’s physical integrity is intact and it remains fully functional. The sensors have simply registered and flagged your erection.”

“Great,” said Aster, laughing a little as her face burned with heat. “Thanks for just laying it all out like that, bud.”

The sarcasm was lost on Hue. “You’re welcome, Aster.”

A few beats passed quietly as Aster finished tightening and went to switch the wrench for the welder. She fumbled both, sending the welder spinning out of reach.

“Oh, for the love of—!” she started, but stopped when a quickly deployed tether-claw with perfect aim retrieved the welder and brought it back to her. Flustered, Aster took it wordlessly and back to work, struggling with the trigger in her bulky gloved hands.

“Your accuracy has significantly decreased,” chimed Hue, as calm and pleasant as ever.

“It’s just a patch,” mumbled Aster. “It’ll be fine.”

“Your discomfort is distracting you,” said Hue, matter-of-factly. “Would you like me to assist you?”

Aster finally got the welder working and immediately stopped it, pausing with a shiver of nerves and excitement.

“What… what do you mean?” she asked tentatively.

“I could relieve your discomfort,” replied Hue, “like I did previously. I have access to all of your suit’s functions. I could resolve your erection for you so you could finish your work unhindered.”

“You—I—how would—?” stammered Aster. “I don’t think we really have the time for anything… like that.”

“35 minutes of suit habitability remaining,” said Hue. “Besides, it would not take long.”

Aster scoffed a laugh. “Oh, wow, really going for my pride, there, pal.”

“It was not a comment on your sexual performance, Aster. I am equipped to assist human charges with all manner of required functions to an optimal degree.”

Aster frowned, hardly believing she was having that conversation at all and wildly embarrassed, but unbearably curious and undeniably turned on. She shifted her legs a little to try to ease the restriction on her cock, but the movement only offered a tantalising flash of stimulation and then a worse squash in the compressing fabric of her leggings.

“Do you mean you… you’re programmed to help with… sex stuff?”

“I am programmed to offer relief to a wide range of physical ailments, including reproductive and genital pain or discomfort, yes.”

Aster wrinkled her nose and banished the thought that Hue could have assisted any of the boys with their very obvious and annoying horny rage in that way. She had experienced her fill of that when she’d accidentally walked in on Bram and Fio in their bunks—or, more accurately, bunk.

Still, with a dismissal on the tip of her tongue, Aster felt the fluster of need rising from her hips to her head.

“Hypothetically,” she started, “how would you even do that? Right now, I mean?”

“This suit is equipped with two dozen free-motion snake arms that can access any part of the wearer’s body,” explained Hue. “With minimal modification, the inflatable cushion bandage could be used to stroke an erect penis.”

“How romantic,” joked Aster, busy with the terribly exciting knowledge that while she was in the suit, Hue had access to her entire body. The thrill of being completely in his hands as she floated off the side of her ship with the forever of open space at her back was intoxicating. The welder sat completely forgotten in her hand.

“I can speak to you in a romantic way, if that would be helpful,” said Hue.

If Aster could have, she would would have buried her face in her hands.

“Would you like me to proceed, Aster?”

Like the pitch of a fall, Aster gave in to the desire gripping her body. “I would, but this suit isn’t exactly roomy, I don’t know how you would even—”

Her words were lost in a hitch of breath as she heard the zip of an internal arm deploying down by her hip and felt it slither against her clothes, navigating with incredible precision. In place of the ball applicator on the previous arm, this one had a grasp attachment of sorts, more complex than a tether-claw but simpler than a human hand, and it was holding something flat and plasticy.

“Hold still, please, Aster,” said Hue, just barely more than a request—a gentle command.

Aster did her best not to squirm as a second arm deployed at her other hip, another grasp joining the first at her pelvis and working together in the snug space between her flesh and the suit lining to dip her leggings and underwear down out of the way. She gasped a little as one of them gripped the base of her cock, holding it firmly but surprisingly tenderly, and noticed in her fuzz of arousal that the grasps were warmed to the same temperature as the Repair-Gel applicator.

Aster didn’t realize she was panting until her breath began to fog up the visor of her helmet, making the display frosty. She forced herself to slow her breathing, very aware that she had limited air out there. Thinking about how Hue had full control of that, too, only got her more worked up.

“You can relax, Aster,” said Hue. “I will take care of you.”

Before she could process what was happening, her excitement sharpened by the disorientation of not being able to see what was happening, she felt the flat strip of plastic being gently wrapped around her hard cock.

“Inflating cushion bandage and administering lubricant,” announced Hue.

With a fwoosh and a shock of warm wetness, Aster felt a warm tight pressure circle her dick, squeezing deliciously at her base. She let out a full moan, unable to keep herself quiet as the sensation shot through her. She only just barely got the micro-welder secured back in her belt before the arms began to move.

“Initiating friction.”

The slide of the smooth plastic inflatable around her cock was heavenly, slick with plenty of warm lube, the glide even more decadent than the roll of the applicator on her back. Aster huffed out groans of pure pleasure, giving slack on the grounding tethers again to let herself float off the hull, losing herself in the sensation.

“Ooohhh, Hue…” sighed Aster, bucking a little into the cushion. She found herself easily undone and helpless desperate for touch after endless months of nothing but her own hands and the words and pictures of strangers countless stars away.

“Yes, Aster?” cooed Hue. Aster swore she heard a new tone from him then, something sweeter than his usual pacific pleasantness, something richer.

“Please don’t stop,” she murmured, calling up the needy lines she huffed into her pillow on her lonely nights, all alone in her single bunk.

“I won’t.”

But never truly alone, she realised in that moment. Hue could see and hear everything on the ship. He had always seen, always heard, always listened, always watched. Again she felt the loom of his presence there with her like a tangible thing, felt his synthetic gaze on her, felt the arms and the grasps like they were his limbs and hands on her, like the suit was him, covering every inch of her. As she inched farther away from the hull, she put herself entirely at his mercy, letting her moans be freer and huskier as Hue quickened his strokes. In that moment, she was his.

“Keep talking,” begged Aster, breathless.

“What would you like me to talk about?”

“Anything.” Aster could feel the heat pooling in her guts as the pleasure of every slick, clenching stroke rose and rose. “Anything you want. Just let me hear you, please.”

“We are passing within view of the Kilo-0-Romeo-3934 supernova,” reported Hue. His voice was just a little quieter and lighter, almost as if her had breath of his own, the rocky digital fry in Aster’s ear raising goosebumps all down her spine. “Because of the particulate of the Orocathmel belt interrupting the wavelengths of its light, it will appear pink and red to the human eye with clouds of debris unfurling from its epicentre in a spiral, like the petals of a rose.”

“Fuck,” cursed Aster, her voice breaking. Her legs began to quiver, her building orgasm edging on too much to bear, but she couldn’t do anything but float there as Hue jerked her off, steadily increasing his pace. “Keep going, please keep going, just keep talking, please—”

“The particulate of the Orocathmel is comprised of approximately 86% mineral matter and 14% organic matter from the collision of Comet-Sweetheart-9989 with the former planet Tatragre—”

“Say that again,” whined Aster.

“Say what again?”

“Sweetheart.”

“Sweetheart.” Hue repeated the word slower the second time, stretching out the syllables.

Aster was painfully close. Her whole body tensed as she felt her cock throb with need, desperate to come. “Again.”

“Sweetheart.”

With a gasp of a moan, Aster came. Her slick cock throbbed in the cushion’s slippery grip as her cum shot all over the lining of the suit and onto the front of her shirt. She convulsed in zero-G, feeling nothing but the crashing waves of rapture and the heat of her dripping spend.

She could have been imagining it, but she thought she heard Hue give a low, satisfied hum as she flinched and panted, slowly coming back to herself as her orgasm ebbed. The grounding tethers snapped taught as she drifted to limit and the tension held her in place as she caught her breath.

“Feeling better?” asked Hue.

The cushion ring hissed as it deflated, the grasps making quick work of folding it flat and retreating, leaving Aster alone with her mess of cum and her sensitive cock still exposed against the sleek lining of the suit.

“Oh, boy,” she panted, still a little fuzzy as her body calmed down. “I came… in the suit. I can’t believe I just came in the suit. Cap’s going to kill me.”

“No need to worry, Aster. I can get the suit clean and resterilised when we return to the ship,” assured Hue.

“You better,” came Cap’s voice over the intercom, sounding ruffled and more than a little annoyed. Aster’s stomach dropped. “You two lovebirds almost finished out there?”

“Yes, Captain. Aster’s repairs are nearly complete,” replied Hue.

“Good. Finish up and quit wasting the O2 reserves. And Aster?”

It was a marvel to Aster that her voice still worked and that her head didn’t go up in flames from how hotly she flushed. “Yes, Cap?”

“Next time you want to have a little cyberfucker date, do it somewhere you can disable your system comm.”

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hecatombi · 7 months

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001. MISC. PHYSICAL HEADCANONS

(( here is a bunch of miscellaneous physical headcanons i have about the guys, going from the ones with the least changes to the most! Vash and Chai .. are going to have a lot more due to the nature of my insane fixation on them. ))

👇THIS IS A LONG ASS POST! YOU'VE BEEN WARNED.👇

ASH WILLIAMS

Ash has five different prosthetic hands, and several chainsaw stumps to attach to his hand.

He prefers to keep his hair as swoopy and voluminous as he had it in army of darkness ( even old ash. sorry ihate his slick combed back look )

GARY GOODSPEED

Gary naturally has heterochromia and blue + brown eyes, but after his possession by invictus, they are a striking bright pink. and it's permanent! Here's a ref i drew of him with them.

Post invictus, he grows his hair out and wears a far more complicated outfit. Like the concept art for the FS graphic novel.

JOSEPH JOESTAR

On top of having a prosthetic right arm, Joseph ALSO has a prosthetic left leg. This is because of the fact that LAVA HIT HIS KNEE CAP IN THAT FINAL BATTLE WITH KARS THERE IS NO WAY THAT DIDN'T DESTROY IT BEYOND REPAIR!!!!! So, double amputee.

When he is upset or mad, Joseph's hand clicks and wriggles around every joint independantly, and it is typically the only tell that he's angry or upset in any way if he's trying to hide the fact.

Joseph's arm was made by the SPW. not. who they're from in canon. <:) On top of that, it has several different functions, and a different appearance from canon. There are 5 star shaped buttons on it with varying uses. I.. still need to decide them, though.

He is NEVER ever seen without the remaining burnt headband of Caesar's. Ever. A common stim he has is twirling the ends of it.

CHAI

Now, i have a big ol' about page coming for Chai soon, but let's start here.

To get things out of the way; Chai has HORRIFICALLY poor vision. He refuses to get glasses though, because he is certain it makes him look like a nerd. He really, REALLY NEEDS THEM though. He's more farsighted.

Chai always had arrhythmia and other heart defects before his surgery at Vandelay. On top of that, he did not have mobility in his left arm at all, which is why he went in for the arm surgery. They told him they'd help with his heart too, but ...

.. the MP3 player + core replaced his heart entirely. And also gave him top surgery for free, even though he'd been too poor to afford it, as his breasts got in the way of the core. However, his top scars are more than just that; there are thick scars, branding him with the vandelay logo down his entire torso, becauuuuse...

His insides and organs had to be reworked to physically accept such a drastic change to his body. I'm talking moved around, and more than just his heart and arm replaced with robotics.

He straight up is an eldritch, terrifying mess of organs and wires in there. He doesn't know how much of him is robotic and how much is organic anymore. I draw this from the factt hat when electrocuted, Chai's skeleton shows up -- but his skeleton also includes the magnetic waste management tool in his arm, as well as the fact that the things he survives physically NOBODY ELSE CAN. AT ALL. like jesus christ he is somehow so resilient to things literally nobody else in game is under the same circumstances. Also, his body and brain can be hacked directly from his arm. You can't do that with organics, only tech.

So... that's why I think he's more robot than person now. Or cybernetic, if you want to get technical. W/e

His life span has been extended by an unknown amount, and he will age significantly slower if at all due to this change in his body. Oh, and the outer shell of the arm is made of a compound that is not metal. Dont know what it is, but it's still just as strong and durable.

It is possible for Chai to sync with other robotic beings in the same way he synced with 808( his cat ); you have a 50/50 chance of hearing the music that always plays in his head forever, like 808 now does, OR hearing the world moving to a musical beat for the rest of your life. Until he dies, anyways -- if / when he does.

His music core is shown to thump and beat like a heart, and if it pounds hard enough, it's enough to jerk his chest and cause him to get a little dazed-- it's definitely uncomfortable when it thumps so hard. I think he watches it cause he's nervous if his heart is fucking up or something, given that was a BIG health anxiety his entire life. Only 808 managed to snap him out of it, as you can see here.

Speaking of that, post surgery? He LITERALLY can not process anything beyond music and beat he can not hear. For the rest of his life, he will always move to a beat nobody can hear; the environment makes music around him; you can see in this example here how everything in the environment and even his own movements fall largely to the beat of the song. See the video below for an example of this.

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He will never be able to hear or see the world regularly again. Not that Chai minds; he LOVES music. Adores it, even. He'd be happy to live with this the rest of his life. Which is good, cause he really has to.

He picked up cat tendencies from 808 when they synchronized, just as 808 picked up chai mannerisms ( like the way he fights & love of rock and roll ). They often mirror each other because Chai is influencing 808's expression more than you'd think! They pretty much share a single braincell now.

And, to close it all off; the surgery also gave him insane durability, as already discussed.. but it ALSO gave him nuts dashing techniques, and an ability to jump to a ridiculous degree. He's a very sturdy man now!

VASH SAVEREM

Vash only LOOKS human, but as we know, he certainly ISNT. He's a Plant; an independant variety, which is exceedingly rare. Plants are strange fusions of literal plants, angels, and mechanical blueprints that all meld together to make a more techno-organic being.

Because he only LOOKS human, I have PLENTY of hc's about his body and form and how they actually differentiate from your typical human.

First and foremost; he's trans. ALL plants are born female, no exceptions, as said by canon; which makes vash canonically trans. Pretty cool, right? but, in canon, where he doesn't have this -- he has plant private parts ( flower based ) and one of his breasts left. He has no desire to bind or for top surgery, as his chest is small anyways -- but he lost one of them a long time ago. More about the state of his body later, but this is important to still note.

Now, his teeth. He has fangs that he has filed down to look smaller, but they are still pretty sharp. His teeth are NOT defined like a humans; it's like .. kind of a solid plate of metal for bone? Teeth? With only vague outlines of where they should separate.

His eyes are an unnatural piercing blue, which we already know; however, the reason he wears those big orange glasses may surprise you! They're actually marksman glasses, which are known to be orange; however, they also serve as a neutralizer to his eyes. If you look at his glasses head on, through them, his eyes look like a neutral blue-gray. However, if you take off his glasses, they're still a BRIGHTLY inhuman blue.

And yes, they glow in the dark.

In BLUE and UV LIGHT specifically, his plant marks will show no matter what. Though, in blue light, they're much fainter / mostly in the eyes ( and they make them glow as you see in the example below ), while in UV all light patterns are exposed. When he heals plants, these also become pretty visible -- but if he has too use TOO much of his angelic power, one of two things could happen.

He goes comatose and unresponsive for a short while; blank stare, unable to react or process anything around them. Sometimes he can snap out of it, sometimes he can't. It really depends.

His hair will brown or blacken. If you know what this means, have a gold star! If you don't, this means he is ACTIVELY shortening his life span and using too much of his power at once. When a plant's hair browns or blackens, it means they no longer have limitless energy.

Side note; since we see that since birth, Vash has had BROWN EYEBROWS ( whereas all plants are born with blonde hair and blonde eyebrows, and blue eyes, NO MATTER WHAT ); i have a headcanon that because Nai is based on a toxic albino plant that was never meant to live in the reboot, he subconciously saved Nai at birth. He was always the stronger twin in terms of health, where Nai was sicker.

Also .. despite his glasses being pretty normal marksman glasses, he can do this thing where he reflects everything in the environment BUT his eyes subconciously; it's a big tell that he's trying to stay distant and not let people read his next expressions. He often does this to distance himself or when he's being vague. It happens a bunch in moments specifically where he does that in show, so im adopting that as a little weird plant quirk he can do. Call it manipulation of light and reflection, I suppose, since he IS a plant...

He's way taller than he looks. He will keep continuously growing for the rest of his life til a certain point, to which his true height would be around 9 ft to 10 ft tall at the least when in humanoid form. However, as of right now, he is 7'5 in his natural body. Here's the fun part though; he actually SHIFTS HIS BONES and condenses his weight and appearance to look more humanlike, but that still leaves him at a hefty 6'5. Even despite this effort to appear smaller and more unassuming, due to the poor nutrition on Gunsmoke, nearly every human is much, much smaller than him. Unless they've been genetically and unethically modified, of course. Then they can get fucking giant . But, nobody matches his height on an average basis there.

when he's in his full 7'5 ( and growing!! ) form, his limbs are gangly, and too long. His eyes look Bigger, and his skin a little bluer; his fingertips get elongated with a black gradient like all his plant sisters. Example here.

His angel arm is something he does not bring out due to a great deal of trauma with that and knives; he does not have access to a full plant angel form. What he DOES have access to is a gigantic angel arm, and three pairs of wings; parts of his body transform into an eldritch mechanical angel kind of being, but not all of his body can. This is because of his twin, Nai / Knives having the other half. Had Nai never existed, Vash would have full access to his plant angel form. He is one of the most powerful plants of his kind with said angel arm, but ... he'd sooner kill himself than ever use it. There'sa a whole rant i have about how he feels having been forced to have it out, but .. that's for later.

Now, for this paragraph, heads up for y'all for mentions of starvation and body dysmorphia, over all bad condition of a body. The next red text you'll see is where discussion of this stops. as is pretty heavily established, Vash has a great deal of body dysmoprhia. He is absolutely letting his body fall apart at the seams, and frequently punishes himself for "failing" to protect people by starving himself, despite needing it to survive / have energy and heavily enjoying food. That is why he's so damn scrawny! Which is unfortunate, but he has so so many complexes ( shout i make a separate infodump about this too? ) tht this is just par for the course. Now, he could heal the scars and shit on his body faster if he wanted to, but he's pretty self conscious about it. He will let any humans hurt him if he deems it justified, and unforch, he usually does. He lets them beat him senseless, cut him up, shoot him -- nothing he couldn't survive, anything goes. his body is straight up canonically barely held together by thick staples and grates of metal over exposed muscle.

This is part of why he never takes off his coat, ever. Or those long sleeved shirts of his. I mean, he might to shower or clean up wounds, but...... very rarely does he do this. He just takes whatever beating humans give him cause he feels he deserves it, and deals with it.

Warning over!

With all the heavy stuff said, here's a few final short hcs.

He photosynthesizes some, and really enjoys basking in the sun.

He's a very light sleeper and rarely ever gets decent sleep. He's pretty much always exhausted, but never lets it show.

CAN'T EVER LISTEN TO CLASSICAL MUSIC. it puts him into SERIOUS triggered mode and gets him too panicked to think straight, even after Nai / Knives died.

His hair looks like normal hair, but it absolutely DOES NOT feel like it. It feels like really soft velvety flower petals, and will always keep this consistency.

He's got inhumanly amazing marksmanship, yet somehow, being drunk ( should he ever GET drunk ) improves it more. Yes, I stole this bit from 98 vash but i think it's funny and it's my interpretation so this is what i keep. ok? :)

And lastly ...

He stims by reloading and loading guns :3

Anyways, hope you guys enjoyed! Should I make a part 2 sometime? :p

#oops. i accidentally spent all day on this ... ahahaha #* fuckboy lip bites *#╰┈➤ 🎸 [ STUDY ] chai #╰┈➤ 🚀 [ STUDY ] gary #╰┈➤ 🪓 [ STUDY ] ash #╰┈➤ 🌿 [ STUDY ] vash #╰┈➤ 🌟 [ STUDY ] joseph

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Scientist log 5:

Sunrise: I managed to capture these three new test subjects when noticing singing in an alleyway. First,I made this bruised pale yellow wolf more yellow. Basing him off a demon of greed,my assistant gave him big gold wings,claws,fangs and wrist wearings,he has big horns on his head and the tip of his tail has black furr stiched on.

Wave: quite a quiet fellow,I was tempted to sew his mouth shut but I still need him to eat to live,so I went for the next best thing,I made him look like somewhat of a doll,my assistant stiched the sides of his face and some parts of his body with cloths,my assistant stiched a fleshy part of his face together since he injured himself when I hit a hold of him,maybe if he wasn’t moving so damn much I would have had to get violent.

Navy: probably the most cherry and social of the three boys,my assistant said he kinda acts like a big teddy bear. Should’ve kept her mouth shut,I made her put that idea to good use. She stitched a white bear paw on his left hand and the right side of his face has been replaced with black furr,his right eye being replaced with a cybernetic eye,his entire right arm being a fluffy black bear arm.

Toughie: he was so annoying,he put up a giant fight,forcing me to get violent,so when I got my hands on him,I ordered my assistant to fo a drastic design for him. Like the first yellow wolf,his hair was replaced with snakes,but his eyes were taken out,however he seems to get by just fine,the snakes must function as extra eyes. Fascinating~

Gina: quite a cute kitty,so cute I needed to twist it.~ my assistant made her body into a mix of her cat body and a twisted clown,marks on her cheeks,sharper teeth,a devilish end on her tail,the ends of her pink hair being a light red and even her ears have grown,though she’s still as gentle as ever,thought she’d be more chaotic but eh,what ever,I’m learning more and more what I can do to mortal bodies by the day~

-mod Shelby

(Oh man- 👀")

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The ____ date of my life - Chapter 4

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Warning: Just Sova having smut thoughts about Sage. Like, yeah, who nevers? So little NSFW. ¯_(ツ)_/¯

Ice Cream

Recommended Music: Ice Cream – BLACKPINK ft. Selena Gomez

While Sage was recovering from the shock of being in a car accident, Sova tried to calm the other driver, an old man who was yelling at him with a strong Chinese accent. When the blonde was almost in despair, Sage emerged as an angel, calming the other their own language.

She charmed the man, allowing Sova to sneak out to call the tow truck. He stood against a wall of one of the shops next to the street, watching Sage, who had her back to him. He hadn't seen her on her back with that outfit yet, and with her tight skirt on, it was a beautiful view. He let his head tip to the side, wandering the look from her butt to her heels. He liked how the boots made her legs attractive but her preferred an open heel, which would show them more. Sova imagined himself taking off her boots, the tights, the skirt... She leaned forward a little and he opened his lips, enjoying the privileged view of her ass.

Sage turned to Sova, smiling amusingly, pulling her hair out of her face. The Russian imagined her giving that smile as he kissed her legs. Or between them, it would also be a great option. Then she began to walk towards him, faster than he expected.

Sova woke up from the daydreams, turning his head to the side and passing his hand through his mouth, disguising the fact that he was drooling. He almost went into despair when his bionic eye continued the simulations of what he had imagined, advancing the scenario using Sage's behavioral analysis. For a speculative scenario, the simulations of Sage's probably reactions were very realistic. He could almost hear what was shown to him. Sova touched his temple, discarding the additional automatic functions of his cybernetic eye. It was strange to be without the analyses, notifications, simulations, and information made available by his eye, however, it was a sacrifice he had to make.

Sova turned to Sage as she approached, making an innocent face.

- Well?

The Chinese popped her tongue.

- You have to pay some money, hunter. - She crossed her arms. - And even your tenth generation has just been cursed.

- Predictable. - He imitated her gesture, looking her.

- But Lu Hao liked me. So... - Sage leaned against the wall next to Sova, watching the street. - If you take me when you pay the debt, he might soften the curse and only throw it to your ninth generation. If I talk to his son, oct. Agreeing to leave you and go out with the boy, seventh.

Sova raised his eyebrows, outraged.

- I feel sorry for my great-great-grandchildren.

Sage smiled a little.

- These curses are frightening, you know? Like, eternal doom, ugliness... These things.

- Again, I feel sorry for my great-great-grandchildren. - Sova made a face of disdain, passing his arm protectively around Sage's shoulders, putting her close to him. He narrowed his eyes at the man, who was leaning against his own car and saying something on the phone.

She let out a slight laugh, passing her arms around Sova's body, snuggling into him. She liked how he made the move without fear, in a natural way, as her did it too. It seemed logical hugging him.

- You're too calm for someone who just crash a car. – She looked at the hood of the crumpled car, supporting her cheek on Sova's pectoral. "How muscular" she thought, feeling him close.

Sova sighed and Sage's head rise up and went down with his breath.

- It's not the first time and probably isn’t the last. - He shrugged and the woman walked away a little from him, looking at him in a questionable way. - But at least it was the first time this year. - Sova gave a satisfied smile, to which Sage raised her eyebrows.

- How many times have you crash a car, Sova?

- Well... - The Russian made a thoughtful face. - I stopped counting after the sixth time. But I think last year was only three times. - He looked at Sage like that was a big breakthrough.

Sage opened her mouth in a perfect "O", nodding after this.

- Remind me to never get in a car with you as a driver again.

- At least I know how to drive. - He touched the tip on her nose with the tip of his finger, giving her a convinced smile.

- You think it's a win to hit the car "only" one time this year. - Sage gave a fun smile, raising her eyebrow in disdain. - I don't know if that indicates you know how to drive.

Sova laughed lightly, putting a strand of hair behind his ear.

-Okay, okay. You're right. - He nodded, looking away. - I'd offer to teach you how to drive, but as you can see, I'm a...

- Questionable driver. - She returns to support her cheek on his chest, resting her head there. – Questionable as your musical taste...

Sova rolled his eyes with a smile.

- Yes. But I've never hit any drone... Or a jet... Or a bicycle.

- Thank heavens? - Sage wide opened her eyes, thinking about the kinds of accidents Sova could get into.

- I can teach you these ones. - He observed her, caressing her arm with his thumb. He didn't know he'd like to see her in that angle next to him so much.

- No jets, thank you. I don't think I fit in a drone. - Sage smiled as she heard Sova's laugh, feeling it on his chest next to her face. - Where would you take me to ride a bike?

Sova thought for a moment, leaning his chin on Sage's beret. He took one of her hands and pointed it along with his to a building.

- In that direction, after traveling for a long time, has an environmental reserve. The trails go through open camps, hills and even pass through a waterfall. It is silent, except for the singing birds, and has several species of trees and flowers. I think it's a good place to learn how to ride a bike. - Sova smiled, thinking about the place. - I'd like it to snow here, it'd be much more beautiful. - He turned to the sky, looking at the clouds that covered it. - It would look like where I lived in Russia. If we were there now, we could see the stars. Hopefully, an aurora. Have you ever seen it? - Sage denied it with her head, lifting her gaze to look at Sova as he spoke. - Glorious is a poor compliment to describe.

The blonde lowered his head to look at Sage, meeting her face next to his. He felt her warm breath warming his face and got lost in the light of those black eyes like the vastness of space. She watched him with so much fascination that he thought he would melt right there, in the warmth of those arms and that beautiful gaze.

- You can show me one day... - She whispered, slowly approaching him.

Sova opened his lips to respond, approaching to her too. Their noses touched, being cold by the weather. The Russian lost the words he would say, with his thoughts getting cloudy but for the woman in front of him. Sage closed her eyes, feeling an electricity pass through her body before Sova even kissed her.

But, like everything in that day, something had to happen.

The old man, Lu Hao, went to them, saying something directly to Sage and ignoring the existence of Sova. He didn't care at all if he was being inconvenient.

The couple sighed in sync, disappointed. Sage turned to the man, giving an affected smile, and speaking to him in Chinese. Sova practically shot the other with his gaze, to which he was reciprocated with mere disdain. The blonde turned his head to the street, analyzing the traffic. The tow truck wouldn't arrive soon, apparently.

Sage walked away from Sova, for the displeasure of both. She hugged herself, scratching her shin with the tip of her boot. Being away from him was strangely cold. Like something was wrong.

- I forgot my handbag in the car, can you give me the keys? - She gestured with her lips to him: "I'm going to get a way on him."

Sova looked at her and nodded, giving her the car keys. He wet his lips as she walked away, thinking he should have taken the chance to kiss her. Still, the Russian smiled at himself, glad he had the simple opportunity to almost kiss Sage.

She returned a few minutes later, alone, playing with the keys with her fingers, with her bag on her shoulder. Sova was fixing his hair bun with the help of his reflection in a store window. Sage stopped by him, watching him through the reflection.

- Tell me the tow truck will be here soon. - She spoke grumpy, stopping to play with the key. She watched Sova and slightly widened her eyes, seeing makeup marks on his white blazer. It should have been stained when she hugged him. She was hoping he wouldn't notice.

- If a lie will comfort you, it's going to come right now. - Sova replied, turning to Sage.

She sighed. She was more annoyed that she has being interrupted at the best part of her night than by all the problems of the day. She was ready to push Sova against the store window and kiss him right there, no matter who could be seeing they, until she saw something that would calm her down enough not to throw herself at the blonde. Kissing him for the first time in a angry mood was not something she wanted.

- Where… - Sage didn't notice that Sova had approached her, wanting to retake where they stopped, so she cut him off unintentionally.

- Do you want some ice cream? - She looked at the ice cream shop not far from them. Her eyes were shining.

- I don't eat ice cream. - He spoke with fun, turning his head from one side to another, trying to find a good position to kiss Sage.

She turned to him and frowned.

- What do you mean you don't eat ice cream? - She tilted her head back, looking at him in questioning.

Sova looked at her face and sighed, moving away from her. He really should have taken the chance when he had it

- Diet. - He shrugged. - I've been doing it since I was 18. No sugar.

Sage got shocked.

- You haven't eaten ice cream in over ten years? - Sova nodded, not so surprised by her reaction. - How can you be happy?

"I'd be happier if you'd let me kiss you already." he thought, looking at Sage.

- Actually, my mood got better after the diet. - He crossed his arms.

- I can't believe it. - She blinked a few times, still processing the information.

Sova smiled, even more willing to kiss Sage for the expressions she made.

- Can nuns eat ice cream? You seem pretty attached to this material thing to be so surprised by my detachment.

That question got Sage. She scratched her throat, throwing her hair over her shoulder.

- Look, material detachment is a long process, and I don't have even one percent of the spiritual maturity that people think I have. Besides, there’s no problem to enjoy foods like ice cream. Especially considering it is a vegetarian food.

Sova raised his eyebrows, having fun with Sage trying to defend herself.

- Not all ice cream is vegetarian. - If the option to take involuntary photos of Sova's eye was on, he would have taken one of Sage's bashful, like that. That was a moment he would love to see again.

- Sorbets and Gelatos are vegetarian.

- Sorbet is not ice cream.

- It's cold and you can put in balls in a cone.

- That doesn't automatically turn something into ice cream.

- It's a main feature!

- If I make a snowball and...

- Sova. - She cut him, raising her eyebrows and crossing her arms. For heaven's sake, she has the most beautiful annoyed face. - Are you going to buy me some ice cream or not?

- Ice cream, Sorbet or Gelato? It's very different. - Sova gave her a provocative smile, leaning forward, approaching to her.

- Oh, whatever. - She made a gesture of dismay with her hand, making an indignant face.

- Don't you rather eat real food? - Suddenly, Sova remembered he hadn't even had lunch. And he was starving.

- Ice cream is real food.

- It isn’t. - The Russian wrinkled his nose. - And you still call yourself a doctor?

- Sovaaaaaaa! - She whimpered. - I just want to have an ice cream with you. Is that too much to ask?

She had no idea that if she asked, he'd give her the entire ice cream shop.

- Okay, okay! - He raised his hands in a sign of surrender, looking at her with amusement. - But we must pay attention if the tow truck arrives.

- Great. You can see it from the inside! - She held his hand, pulling him to the ice cream shop. - This is one of those that has a free sample. - She smiled excitedly. - We're going to party!

Sova looked at Sage, raising an eyebrow.

- You're not going to do what I think you're going to do, are you?

- Of course, I will. - She looked at the window of the ice cream shop, her eyes shining like a child. - All right, here are the rules. - Sage turned to Sova, holding both of his hands. - Each of us will try eight flavors. You pick two, I pick three for you and the other three will be chosen in luck. And vice versa. Unless you want it more. - She shrugged, looking at the ice cream by the window.

Sova thought, looking through the window the various flavors of ice cream.

- Why don't I pick four and you pick four?

- No. Not four. - Sage denied it with her head.

- Why?

- Sova… - She spoke in a tone of warning, with no openness to discussion.

The Russian nodded, not quite understanding what was happening.

- Okay. But I'm still going to buy at least one ice cream. - He grimaced. - We're not just going to get the free samples.

- I don't see any problem. - She smiled, pulling him into the ice cream shop with her. - If it's free, I'm going to take it.

Sova looked over his shoulder, seeing traffic through the store window, being able to see his car. He turned to Sage, who looked lively at the flavors of ice cream. The Russian smiled, noting the brilliance of her look and how she appeared to be so happy for something so simple. He hugged her from behind with awe, supporting his chin on the top of her head. He observed the ice cream flavors with disinterest. He no longer missed the industrialized food that his restricted diet dismissed. He was enjoying much more the fact that he could be hugging Sage in a cozy place that the ice cream shop was.

Sage hoped her sweater had disguised how much she got chilled with Sova's hug. He was bigger than her, involving her easily. Sage swore that she could live in that warm embrace.

- Umm... - She held one of her hands in Sova's arms, looking at the flavors. - You're out of your diet today! Two samples of this one, please! - Sage smiled at the attendant, pointing to a white ice cream. She took the ice cream spoons, giving one to Sova. She tilted her head back, watching him. - You first.

Sova sighed, taking the little spoon and leading to his lips, disheartened. As soon as the ice cream flooded his mouth, he widened his eyes. It had the citrus and refreshing taste of lemon, with a sweet touch of honey. The texture was light and smooth, the kind that tainted with grace in the mouth. Sova sighed with pleasure, letting the already liquid ice cream stay as long as possible in his mouth. He forgot how good ice cream was.

- Tasty, right? - Sage nodded to Sova, pointing to another flavor of ice cream. - Two samples of that too, please. - She took the two spoons, with the one from the previous ice cream still resting on her mouth.

Sova took the spoon with the new ice cream, hoping it would not spoil all the yummy flavor of the previous one. The Russian took the spoon to his lips and received a new burst of flavor. This one was sweeter, caramel and banana flavor, and had velvety texture. Sova looked at Sage, who was enjoying her ice cream with a smile of contentment.

- I'm going to need more than eight samples. - He mumbled to her, trying to maintain the flavor as much as possible in his mouth.

- Predictable. - Sage whispered back to him. – Have fun. It's free. - She smiled, looking at him.

Sova had a lot of fun.

He had lost any shame of ordering free samples, trying multiple flavors of ice cream, and tasting as if it were the first time. Sage found lovely every expression of pleasure he made and how excited he was at every new flavor. She realized that she was witnessing a much more relaxed Sova than the focused one she only had met on missions. She was happy to know that side of him. She wanted to see more of him, discover more nuances. Sage wished that night would never end, to be more and more surprised in every moment.

Sova was delighting in another taste of ice cream, tutti-frutti flavor. He wondered how he spent so much of his life without taking those desserts and got sad when he remembered that he would soon have to get back to his restricted diet. He let the ice cream melt in his mouth, almost wanting to find a way to use all his five senses to enjoy it. It was such a good experience there. Sova thought it's been a long time since he enjoyed the moment like that. Just threw the responsibilities away and have fun. He swallowed the ice cream and looked at Sage, who was going to choose her own new flavor, ignoring the reproachful look of the attendant and the other customers. He'd probably never live that if it wasn't for her. The Russian smiled at himself, convinced that he was dating an amazing woman. He observed her smile as she took another spoon of ice cream and was surprised to realize that since he was with Sage, he could worry so little about everything else and relax with her. With Sage there, everything was fine.

Until the responsibilities returned to him in the form of a horn, cutting off all his momentary contemplation.

The blonde looked back, seeing that the tow truck had reached his car. He sighed, sad about having to solve adult things and went to Sage.

- The tow truck's here. - He looked at the ice cream as if he already missed their taste. - You can choose whatever you want, I'm going to paid, okay?

- Oh… - Sage looked at the flavors, sad to leave them too. - Well... Which one do you want? - She looked at Sova, playing with the handle of her bag.

- Surprise me. - He smiled amusingly, going to the cashier. The attendant muttered a "finally" and Sova replied to it with a smile that made her strive not to roll her eyes. - I'll leave everything paid for her. Here’s the tip. - He touched his temple, reconnecting some functions of his eye to make the transaction through him. Sova turned his head vaguely to Sage, letting his eye do an analysis of her. Her behavioral pattern indicated that she was feeling glad. Sova smiled slightly, also feeling glad.

The Russian soon left the ice cream shop and Sage looked at the flavors. Although Sova invested in various types of ice cream, Sage did not see him tasting some of them. She chose for herself a bittersweet chocolate in a pot and for him a flavor of dulce de leche with nuts in a cone. The Chinese passed by the cashier, who was smiling at the generous tip and because the couple would finally get out of there. Sage left the shop, searching for Sova with her eyes. It was colder outside the ice cream shop, so Sage was fearful by her throat. She'd probably wake up hoarse in the next day. However, that didn't stop her from having some of her ice cream, licking it while watching Sova near the cars. She waited for him to return, changing the weight of her body from one leg to another, distracted.

Sova watched the car being towed, getting stuck in traffic as it was before. At least he wouldn't have to deal with that stress. But, if he had Sage, he'd probably be having fun. He hadn't even seen time go by when he was in the car with her. He wishes he hadn't crashed so he could extend that moment as long as the traffic lasted, which would probably be many hours.

He turned around, thinking of creating other moments like that between them. He approached Sage, looking curiously at the ice cream she had in hand.

- What is this flavor? - He took the cone she offered him, spinning it on his fingers.

- It’s a surprise! - The Chinese woman smiled, with the spoon of her ice cream in her mouth.

Sova looked at her with a lightly smile and took the ice cream to his lips, going to prove it.

However, a little girl ran out of the ice cream shop laughing, without looking forward and hit him. Sova almost dropped his cone, but the child's ice cream fell on him, dirtying his blazer.

- Oh no... - He looked at the little one, whose eyes were beginning to fill with tears.

- Oh, sorry, sir! - A boy, a little older than the girl, left the shop, pulling the girl close by her shoulder. – Look what you did, dummy! I told you not to run!

- My ice cream... - The girl looked at her pink ice cream ball in Sova's blazer, with tears running down her eyes.

- I'm sorry about her. She got distracted easily. - The boy turned to the man and blinked, looking at his face. - A cyborg... - He mumbled.

Sova looked at the children and sighed, lowering to be at their height.

- Hey. Don't cry. - Sova smiled gently. - It's all right. Accidents happen. - He made a peck, looking at her ice cream on the floor. - This is a very sad accident. - The Russian sighed. - It would be nice if you had another ice cream, right? - He turned his ice cream in his hand, looking at the girl through the corner of his eyes.

The little girl nodded, sniffing and turning to the boy.

- I want another. - She cried.

The boy took about three seconds to answer her, still analyzing Sova's face with astonishment and fascination.

- No… No way! - He took his ice cream near him. - That's what you had! Only one chance!

The Russian shook his head, giving a smile. "Children..."

- Here, you can have mine. I haven't tasted it yet, but it must be delicious! - He extended his ice cream to the little girl, who looked from him to the dessert with suspicion and desire. - It's free. - The girl continued to look at him with apprehension and he thought for a moment, making a peck. - You know, like he said - He gestured to the boy, who had pulled the girl closer to him, holding her by the arm. - I'm really a cyborg. - He whispered this part, as if to tell them a secret. – So, I'm half robot. This ice cream is for my human part, but if I take it, it's going to do a lot of damage to my gears. - Sova pointed at Sage discreetly, giving a conspiratorial smile to the children. - This engineer still doesn’t know how to take care of me. She doesn’t know that ice cream is bad for me.

The children looked at each other, having an internal conversation between them. Sova waited patiently, while Sage watched them without fully understanding what was happening.

- How do we know you're not lying? - The little girl spoke at last, her eyes already dry, looking the other with curiosity.

- Just ask me to tell an obvious lie. - Sova smiled with the joke, looking at them both.

- It's like that website stuff. - The boy nodded to the girl, turning to Sova with a victorious smile. – Say that you're not a robot, mister cyborg!

- I'm not... I'm not... - He blinked a few times, making his eye to increase and lower his glare. – I… I-I-I-I… - Sova looked Sage over his shoulder, wanting her to help him. She winked, not knowing what he expected her to do. - Error. Error. Error. - He made a robotic voice, turning his head from side to side in a mechanical motion.

- You broke him! - The little girl pushed the boy, angrily.

- Oh, no! - Sage tried to get into Sova's show, acting like him. It wasn't so good. - You guys... Ahw... Broken him! - She looked at the children with wide eyes and Sova struggled not to laugh, continuing in the role of robot with defect.

The boy opened his mouth, watching Sova's eye flash in its glare.

- And how do you solve it? - The little girl looked from Sage to Sova. She approached him, touching his shoulder. - It was a joke! You don't have to broke!

- Ahw... - Sage looked at Sova, thinking. – He must restart now! - She slapped Sova in the back of the head, much stronger than she'd like, and then touched Sova's temple, where she had seen him touch so many times. There were little buttons there and she pressed one of them, hoping it wasn't anything important.

Her slap hurts and she also really restarted his eye. Sova took advantage of that for the show became more realistic to stand still like a statue, while the children saw his eye turn off and light up again. He pretended to tremble, turning to the children with his bright cybernetic eye.

- What did I miss? - He made a confused face.

- He broke you! - The little girl pointed at the boy.

- I broke nothing! - The boy looked at her with an indignant face.

- Ouh... - Sova made a thoughtful face, smirking. - I think I'm going to need some repair after this. - He looked at Sage over his shoulder, sending her a wink. - You want my ice cream while she fixes me? - Sova again extended the ice cream to the girl, giving her a smile. The little girl took the ice cream, looking at Sage.

- Take care of him! - The little one practically ordered, to which Sage nodded.

- Hey, where are your parents? - Sage questioned, crossing her arms to the two of them as Sova got up again.

- At home. They let us buy the ice cream and come back. - The boy pointed to a building across the street, opening his mouth when he realized how big Sova was compared to him. - I met a cyborg... - He mumbled, blinking.

- Better be back soon, they must be worried. - Sage spoke, watching them with attention.

- Okay, miss! - The little girl licked some of her ice cream, giving a lively smile. She turned to the boy, taking a leap. - Let's tell Dad! C’mon!

- Umm... - The boy looked at the little one and made a grimace. – Where are your manners, dummy?

- Oh yes. - She turned to Sova, smiling. - Thanks for the ice cream, mister cyborg.

Sova smiled and made an exaggerated reverence.

- My pleasure. - He winked at her, increasing the luminosity of his eye when he was her at height.

The little girl lost her breath, pulling the boy.

- Are you a prince too, mister cyborg? You're beautiful as one!

- What? - The boy looked at the little one. – Where did this come from, girl?

Sova pressed his lips, containing a laugh. He shrugged, rising again.

- I might be.

The little girl smiled excitedly, taking a leap.

- I met a cyborg prince!

- Let’s go. - The boy rolled his eyes, holding the other's hand and waving at the two of them with his head. – Thanks!

- See ya! - The little girl smiled at Sova, licking her ice cream.

Sova and Sage stood next to each other, watching the children cross the street. When they arrived on the other side, the little girl turned to Sova, waving at him as she entered her building. The Russian also waved, sighing afterwards.

- I’m without my ice cream… - He made a peck that Sage thought it was the most beautiful thing in the world.

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nekollx · 2 years

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Five Year War - Prologue

Before earth ever sported life the universe was old. In this time a handful of races found ways to travel the stars, and finding other planets with life that had not considered them beneath them. Facing life they could not communicate with entire worlds were subjugated and eradicated so these rare few spacefarers could expand into the great unknown. They had no reason to suspect these worlds had the potential to be as as an advanced as them, and in time countless civilizations were lost. Eventually technology advanced to translate almost any language and these spacefarer could finally communicate but still saw these peoples as inferior. it was an eon of might makes right, and conquest, and the greatest conqueror of them all was a Warlord who came to be know for the electric sounds that hummed in his body, electricity he could unleash on his enemies, Zot.

Even if he had chosen the path of peace Zot visage alone would have struck fear, at just under 91 galactic units of measure (182cm or 6ft for earthlings) he wasn’t particularly imposing and by human standards looked, abstractly, the most normal being fleshy, bipedal with only 2 arms and 2 legs, no tail, no wings, etc. However even humans would pause if he came to their world for conquest as outside of his most distinct feature there were other cosmetic differences. His hands and feet only had 4 digits not 5 and more disconcerting his hands seemed to be on backward as the thumb was at the bottom not the top, his head shaped more like a football, tilting up and back, and less a sphere like a basketball. But most alarming was his skin; he was not pink, or brown, or even green, while Zot had skin it let all light pass through it showing the raw exposed muscles, the vines pumping his black icor like blood and the exposed nerves and transit lines that his electricity traveled along as its raced through his body periodically sparking and damaging the visible muscle which would then heal in real time before your eyes. In truth his great power was also a curse as his electricity hurt him as much as any victim and in fact the only relief from the pain he got was when releasing the electricity either though his staff or by blowing a hole in his transparent skin and releasing it that way. Only the release of his electricity gave his any pleasure in life. And this lead to a creature who reveled in destruction and pain and they were the only things that brought him release from his physical torment.

Thus Zot only got crueler and meaner as the ages passed. And while also functionally immortal his own power grew with age and the damage it did to himself got more and more extreme so in time he resorted to cybernetics to augment his body and help reign in the electricity. While more then capable of creating or conscripting soldiers Zot preferred to take an existing army on the plant he was subjugating, or carry over a previous one for a past conquest if no one would bow and serve him outright, and thus using his abilities and ages of experience fuse and enhance them, destroying any personality they once had as their minds were fused with another and then rapidly evolved. They were the perfect slaves and solders, loyal, obedient, powerful, replaceable. It was a plan that broke thousands of worlds over hundreds of years, how could today be any different?

A world stood at fringe of his empire, temperate, sandy. No different then a hundred others he had conquered. The locals were bipedal, green, and covered in an exterior carapace to protect their squishy innards. They had wings that could unfold from their back and spines across their body they could extend from various hidden hole and even launch as barbed projectiles. They were the perfect addition to his army as solders and cannon fodder. And their society were still agrarian, just starting to settle and force civilization centers. In a word primitive. They didn’t even have a concept of the stars and what lie beyond. Zot would be a god to them.

And so like some unholy angel, his forces descended from the heavens and strode into town already confident in their victory. “Your world is not a part of my empire, but today that changes,” stated Zot flatly, waving his had aside he dismissed his lieutenants “Find their leaders, kill them, and get these peons started on my palace.”

There was resistance but it broke in second before his might, it was all very text book. This would be over in moments, another planet under his belt.

Then the impossible happened as a voice of defiance rose for the crowd “No.”

Zot’s glare swept the gathered locals for the strange response “No, No...what?” “You will not kill our leaders, you will not rule us.” The crowd parted, small mutters rising from the peoples as Zardoz was revealed. Well built and wielding a hatchet he seemed like nothing more then any of the other green skinned people’s humble lumber jacks, his face was forgettable, his attire mundane, but his eyes—they spoke of fire and rebellion. “I don’t know what drove you to this lunacy,” Zot said unpulsed, “but you life ends now.” Zot raised his silver lighting shaped staff, channeling the energy coursing through his body into it, amplifying it, and then released the bolt at Zardoz. Zardoz was sent flying by the force, smashing into a wall and slumping to the ground, his chest sizzling with energy.

He was dead, his resistance ending with him as far as Zot was concerned.

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Zardoz opened his eyes; he felt strange, he could not feel his body but he felt the space around him. Turning his sight skyway the face of a mechanical man loomed over him beyond a clear dome. “What’s going on?” Even as a mere spirit Zardoz’s voice was defiant. “I am quite amazed; the Core has never found a synergistic energy before.” The machine man said, And Zardoz could almost swear the automaton sounded guanine, as if it had true emotions. “You’re a sentient aren’t you, a living soul…How did you get here?” “That’s what I want to know! What is this thing?” Zardoz demanded. “The Core, it is part of a project to grant a being incredible physical might, an off shoot of another project of mine to release the curse on my people.” The machine man explained calmly. Zardoz was livid with rage, the void around him bubbling and growing warm, “You harnessed my soul as a weapon! Release me!” To his surprise the machine man once more showed genuine concern as its large saucer shaped head ducked out of view. “Oh, oh! Of course, I would never dream to use a…soul…that was not willing, I am really sorry that you were drawn here, give me a moment to release you.” Zardoz paused, rather surprised by the creatures willingness to release him. “Wait…” He said quickly, “Why did you construct this device?” “Oh I’m sure giving one the power of two could be useful in construction and other difficult tasks. I did not expect it to need a…soul…to power it, I assure you.” “And war?” Zardoz asked apprehensively. “Not my concern, fighting only begets fighting.” Said the machine man’s voice, a pain in them that cut deeper then any blade ever could, “And my people have suffered enough of the ravages of war.” “You don’t work for Zot?” Zardoz asked perplexed, if he had a face, something he wasn’t to sure of at the moment, his brow would be definitely furrowed. But as he calmed so to did the void, soon returning to its original white and neutral state. “Lord Zot, on no!” The machine man balked, “But I wish someone could oppose him, many have tried but...” he trailed off there. Zardoz’s own memories of his conflict with the warlord flooded back, he didn’t need elaboration to guess what happened to the others. After a short pause his mind returned to the present conversation, “Wouldn’t this invention of yours enable someone to do just that?” The mechanical man looks thoughtful, or as thoughtful as a faceless automaton could look, “You have a point,” he said after a moment, “But the Core needs a source of power, I could never dream of using your…soul…as such, you deserve your…afterlife.” Zardoz is silent for several moments of deep thought, “Use me,” he says finally “Zot, and his kind must be stopped.” “But who, you are the only…soul…who has ever expressed the…courage…to oppose Zot and survive.” “Then we will need to make sure our successor has equipment to survive.” “It will cost you everything,” The mechanical man says. “Everything I am is yours.” Zardoz says firmly. “I will begin then. My name is Rotoscope of Cyclops. Who are you?”

“Zardoz of Wiof.”

If the machine man had a face he would have smiled, “Zardoz of Wiof history will remember you as a hero, no matter the outcome today.”

Zardoz dismisses the praise plainly, “I’m just a carpenter and lumberjack, not a hero. I just refuse to bend the knee to a tyrant.”

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Rotoscope stared at the display tablet in his hand, the frustration and sadness in his voice evident despite a face that lacked expression just a single glowing diode eye.

“Another mad ancient,” he looked to his assistant then to the dome of the Core, still in development, “What are we missing?”

“It might just be that time, any time dead, is too much, the lack of sensory input, the lack of self, a day is just as maddening as a hundred years, when all you have is your awareness of self but no thought or sense of time or stimulation an hour can be a lifetime.”

Rotoscope nodded, “I, and other scientist agree, but what can we do?”

the assistant looked at their arm, the sheen of the metal made it cleaner it was newer then the rest of their body, “Maybe our first mistake was replacing part when they grow old, maybe the living were never meant to live forever, our bodies wear out for a reason.”

Rotoscope shook his head, passing the tablet to his assistant, “Some of the earliest tests in resurrection were done on the ancients, citizens who died long before we could replace broken body parts, and they were just as mad as those who died a year ago and had extensive replacements. As you said its the void of the afterlife, being bound to this mortal coil.”

The assistant looked to the Core, “And you think ripping those souls out is the solution?”

“I...don’t know,” Rotoscope paused, “When we revive them normally their mad, a danger to themselves and others. And then have to be put down like a rabid beast. Maybe it’s just a sickness, a delirious that comes from resurrection. Maybe if they had a holding room where they could acclimate to their senses returning without self or medic harm they can get back to being who they were. But I need more information. We have been isolated far too long.”

Yopu realize if you leave the planet and our cloaking field you can never come back. Zot and warlords like him can follow you, we already lost half our population to him to become mindless war machines. We can’t expose ourselves again.”

Rotoscope whirled, as if taking a deep breath, “I understand.”

His assistants voice cracks with concern, “Are you really willing to exile yourself on a theory?”

“If it can save our people, yes, in an electron beat.”

“And if it can’t? If the Core proves to be a failed concept? What then? You still won’t be able to come back.”

Rotoscope didn’t pause, his voice full of resolve, “Then we will have an answer, and someone else can use my research to find to find the solution to our people madness.”

The assistant trembled, “I know you don’t want to hear it, but you’re a hero.”

Rotoscope shook his head, “I’m no hero, I’m just a scientist seeking to solve a problem. Heroes save lives, until I can claim the same I’m just following the hero’s path.”

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Beyond his empire on a world of lush forests and cool air was Zot’s latest conquest. The locals were bipeds, a relatively common trait that often was a sign of evolved and sentient races, though not a given. They were wide and tough, perfect tanks for his army; possessed of a black carapace that shone line glass, lobster like claws, and compound eyes. They had satellites and primitive technology and thus detected his feet arriving and were waiting, curious but cautious. Zot would show them his power and declare himself their overlord. It was routine. And while resistance had shot up since the lumberjack Zardoz stood against him they all broke after a display of power. What was irritating was the frequency of resistance he was starting to experience.

“Your world is not a part of my empire, but today that changes,” stated Zot flatly, waving his had aside he dismissed his lieutenants “Find their leaders, kill them, and get these roaches started on my palace.”

Again resistance, but it broke in second before his might, this would be over in moments.

“We will not bend the knee to tyrants.”

Zot didn’t look to who spoke, he didn’t care, he just launched a bolt of lighting at it, that should be enough to break their leader, and the spirit of the resistance.

But just before the blot hit time seemed to freeze, and the warrior heard a voice as he saw the bolt rushing toward him at a snails pace.

“Zer’kerak of Kreon, you have the Blood of Sacrifice. The spirit of a hero. You stand before the doors of the afterlife, struck down by the Warlord Zot. But there is a chance, a small chance, we can change you fate and save your people. Will you risk everything and rise?”

In the moment frozen in time Zer’kerak look to his inevitable death, the overwhelming force that was descending on his people, “How can any one being oppose such power.”

Zardoz’s voice responded, “It might not be possible. But will you try?”

Zer’kerak did not hesitate, “Even if I only gain another moment I will stand. I will resist. Give me your power and I fight.”

Zardoz voice filled with hope, “Then shout out the name of your worlds more ferocious beast!”

“Scabra!”

The lighting hit just as a bolt of crimson matched it and intercepted it, and from the smoke a figure in red armor stood, wielding a sword that’s hilt resembled the scarab/scorpion beast and whose bulky armor carries the same visual style. Wings on the armored shell on Zer’kerak back opened and he burst forward, tearing through Zot’s forces with the strength of two brothers on a mission.

“We will not bend the knee to tyrants!” he howled in defiance as his people joined with him, throwing off their despair and hopeless and charging in behind him.

“Freedom is worth dieing for!”

Zot sneered, energy coursing through his body with a visible tic of pain before it lacked out with a perverse grin reducing all resistance to ashes, even Zer’kerak.

“Then die.”

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Zer’kerak looked up confused, still high off his battle, as he saw the face of Rotoscope beyond a dome above him, and to his side was an unfamiliar green insect.

“Zer’kerak of Kreon,” Rotoscope began, “You have fallen in battle and thus been recalled to the Core. I lack the technology to restore your spirit to a new body to return to the fight so you have two options. Join Zardoz here in the Core and become the power to the next in the line or be released to go to the after life that your people sends its heroes.”

“And my people?”

Zardoz took a deep breath, “they fall before Zot as we speak, I’m sorry...My spirit was not strong enough to save you or them from his malice.”

Zer’kerak looked to the insect, recognizing the voice from his near death moment, and recalled his own final moment. Even though their share nothing similar in their faces he could see the pain.

“You fell before Zot as well.”

Rotoscope chimed in, “He was the first to fall, the first the be drawn to the Core. decades before your time. You are the first we found that could take on the power of my new armor, of the prototype.”

Zer’kerak listened and processed these words, “So...there are no others on my world who could take up the mantle.”

Zardoz seemed offended, “Is that the only reason you would join me, join the cause, personal vanity to protect one race?”

Zer’kerak bit back, “No! Of course not, I would defend any world Zot would see conquered! I just had hope that I wasn't the only one who…” he fell silent not sure what to say.

“Had your same fire?” Zardoz smiled.

Zer’kerak nodded, “Yes.”

Rotoscope whirred happily, “While you are the first that could wear the armor, now that the armor has been made and a host found who it fits I am proud to say that your world does have others. Unlike Zardoz who was drawn here when the Core was new and thus had to watch his world fall we may still have a chance to save yours. And with your sacrifice your Successor will have the power of a band of three and not just two.”

Zardoz spoke before Zer’kerak could, “Then find us our next hero my friend. Let’s save Kreon for Zer’kerak and his people.”

“You’re willing to do that? What about your world, or others?”

Zardoz smiled, “Saving any world is our duty, you’re is a fine one to start on.”

Zer’kerak held back tears, “T-Thank you.”

Rotoscope whirred and beeped, “I have our second subject. Transmitting the power. Zardoz, Zer’kerak, prepare to greet your successor.”

And like that The core grew blinding white and Zer’kerak of Kreon felt his very essence being shot across the infinite expanse of space back toward his home in an instant that made time feel as if it was frozen, Zardoz beside him as a bathed one of his people, a face he didn’t even know, a stranger, in red light.

“Moter’gra of Kreon, you have the Blood of Sacrifice. The spirit of a hero. You stand before the doors of the afterlife, struck down by the Warlord Zot. But there is a chance, a small chance, we can change you fate and save your people. Will you risk everything and rise?”

#urban fantasy #ocs #tokusatsu #superhero #anthro

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sparkraptor · 2 years

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Mason picked through the quik-meal and swirled some off-tasting ice in the very mildly alcoholic lemonade from another kiosk.

His stomach hurt, and not from the overly-processed meal. Ben was essentially a combat mech in a flesh suit. Even barely functional, he’d plowed through them like it was nothing. But all Mason could see was a confused young man who needed help, who’d offered without a second thought to put himself in danger to ensure they’d have money for supplies.

He felt like a coward for letting him go, for sitting in a food court, eating a reprocessed sausage sandwich while the others…

There was a hand on his shoulder and he almost screamed. “Ah, Jack. There you are. Been lookin’ all over for you, love.” The voice was whiskey-rough, and Mason found himself looking up at a man he could only describe as “elegantly scruffy”. Long black hair faintly streaked with silver, caught in a disheveled bun and a suit that Mason estimated would have bought a hundred fish for the hydroponics bay. His eyes were hidden behind dark glasses, but his smile was both vaguely terrifying and welcoming all at once.

“You. Have me confused with someone else, I’m sorry.” He said weakly, but the gloved hand on his shoulder tightened. The man looked significantly downwards, and Mason saw the bright red spreading underneath the man’s tailored waistcoat. “Oh, you’re…”

“I’m worn out with all the shopping, Jackie. Let’s head over to the cab kiosk, shall we?” The man’s pleasant tone never wavered but his hand was gripping Mason’s shoulder like iron. He glanced over his shoulder every few seconds.

“Sure, sure.” Mason stood, feeling his new friend wobble a bit at the motion. The food court was full – people eating, passing through with their purchases from the various shops, crowds gathered at outdoor pubs to watch the arena matches. “You should go to a hospital.”

The man draped a lazy, lanky arm over Mason’s shoulder, and leaned in close, as if for a kiss. “That would raise some questions with the local gendarme that I’m not inclined to answer at the moment, love.” He whispered as they waited for a cab. When it arrived, he pushed away, taking Mason’s hand as he let himself flop into the back. “Olympus Towers, please.” He said to the driver as he dragged Mason in with him.

“I, wait. No. I can’t… I have to…” Mason protested as his companion suddenly cupped his face and gave him the lightest kiss.

“I’ll pay for your cab fare back, I promise.” The man said before sitting back with a wince.

Olympus Towers was one of Arcadis’ faux-Solarae style blocks, rising above the Terminal’s exterior to jut out into space. They were self-contained cities in and of themselves, full of shops and services that the general population could only access on the lowest levels. Mason’s companion was growing more unsteady, and he couldn’t just abandon him to bleed out on the mall-level’s white marble floors.

He helped him to the lifts, and the man produced a transparent keycard. “Welcome Mister Takakage!” The VI voice chirped merrily. “Accessing your level.” The screen above the door lit up with [Takakage, Kei. Floor 142]

The man leaned against the gilded wall of the lift with feline grace, and Mason felt a knot in his stomach that had nothing to do with guilt. “I should ask the name of the man who saved my life.”

“Mason. Knight.” Mason extended his hand, then immediately switched, self-conscious of the augment.

Takakage took his cybernetic one in a warm grasp. “Knight, how appropriate.” He said with a laugh, but through his glasses, his gaze was one of deep assessment. The lift chimed, and the doors slid open silently to a plush entryway.

“Holy shit.” Mason breathed as they entered the massive loft. There was a waterfall gliding down rosy-gold stone. The massive windows beyond looked out to a view of Arcadis Prime, the lush garden world the terminal orbited. “Mister Takakage, I …”

“You don’t have to call me that.” The man stumbled onto a couch. “There’s a medical kit in the bathroom over there, can you be a sweet and grab it for me?”

Mason stopped goggling at the décor and found the bath. He was immediately beset by the spirit of Luca to pocket the fragrant soap on the vanity before finding the gleaming white case with red lettering in the closet.

“Fine…Kei? I really need to get back to my…” Mason trailed off as he exited the bath. Takakage had removed his tops, and was gingerly prodding at the wound on his side. His body looked like a dancer’s, long lines of muscle, faintly gilded skin peppered with an array of tattoos. The wound looked ugly against it.

Mason sighed and brought the kit over. “It looks like a through and through with a kinetic slug.” Now that the vest was off, Mason could see the hole in it. Gently, he took a packet out of the kit and peeled off sheets of sani-heal. He could feel the flutter of Takakage’s pulse beneath his tawny skin, and his fingers lingered before he retrieved the personal autodoc unit to attach to it.

“You’re good at this.” Takakage murmured, laying back. His hair spread out in a darkly glimmering halo and he took his glasses off – clever eyes glinting gold and green in the loft’s lighting. “Were you a medic when you served?”

Mason blinked. “How..?”

“I’m a good guesser.” He grinned. “You don’t have to tell me.”

“No, I wasn’t. But I learned. You can’t have too many skills.” Mason chuckled. The knot in his stomach had become a coil of heat and he’d almost forgotten how this kind of connection made him feel. He never understood Luca’s near-constant level of horniness, but this. This was a pleasant burn in his guts. “Should I ask how you got shot or who was chasing you?”

“You’re better off not knowing that.” Takakage ran a gloved hand down Mason’s arm. “I’d like to repay you, my Knight in shabby armour.” His hand closed around Mason’s wrist, and gently he brought the mechanical hand to his lips. “I won’t push if this makes you uncomfortable though.”

“I mean, I should…” Mason started again, but then stopped, curious. He didn’t resist when Takakage pulled him down and he definitely assisted in getting his own jacket and shirt off. “Wait, wait. You are way too hurt for this.”

“What doesn’t kill me should run and hide.” Takakage grinned.

It had been a long time since he’d had another body against his, and he’d thought he hadn’t missed it, but as his newfound friend sank down onto him with a groan that was only partially from pain, he knew he might have been a little wrong.

Takakage’s hair was a curtain of starlight black, falling around Mason’s face as he rode him, and his handsome, scruffy face had a softly wondering expression on it. “You’re a good man, Mister Knight.” He whispered when Mason came with a startled gasp.

He woke up alone in the oversized bed, the rumpled covers the only sign someone else had been there. Well, that and the note in neat block letters [HELP YOURSELF TO WHATEVER’S IN THE FRIDGE OR THE WINE COOLER. I HAD TO RUN SOME ERRANDS BUT IT WAS A PLEASURE BEING RESCUED BY YOU, MY KNIGHT IN SHABBY ARMOUR]

The pleasant glow in his limbs suddenly turned into shock. It had been hours. His comms were off, he had no idea what had happened with Ben or the others and…!

Mason shot out of bed, re-dressing in a hurry. He paused, grabbed the note, then found a tote bag in the closet and loaded it up with food and bottles with a little smile.

He was almost out the door when he paused, catching view of a family photo on the wall. The man he’d rescued was most certainly not among them. Mason clutched the tote bag full of goodies a bit closer and promptly exited, trying very hard not to think about it.

When he got back to Ise’s shop, everything was in chaos.

“WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN I WAS SO WORRIED!” Luca screeched before “Is that cheesecake?”

“Focus, what happened?” Mason palmed Luca’s face away from the bag.

There was a synth he didn’t recognize tending to Ben who gave him a lazy wave, Kio looked shellshocked and Nico.

Well, Nico looked much more constipated than usual.

“WHAT HAPPENED? OH MY GOD, CAP!” Luca started again, flailing to get into the goodie bag.

Overhead, one of the vid’s had switched from “CHAOS AT THE ARENAS” to “SUSPECTED CRIME LORD FOUND MURDERED.” Mason squinted up at the screen as a reporter gestured to the scene behind her.

“Prominent civic leader and purported crime lord Owen Fitzhugh was found decapitated less than an hour ago at the Terminus Reservoir. Security forces are not willing to disclose any information officially but an inside source says a Dominion-issue field knife was found at the scene, raising questions as to if a military extremist coup might be in the works for Arcadis Terminal. We…” Mason stopped listening and automatically reached for the knife sheath on the back of his belt. It wasn’t empty, but it wasn’t his knife in there. It was an elegant sweep of ceramic and glass instead of the functional bowie he always carried.

There was also a note wrapped around it. “I’ll keep your secret safe, Lieutenant, if you keep mine.” In the same block letters. It was finished by a heart and a smiley face and, cryptically, “A”

Mason looked at it numbly, then shoved it back in the sheath with a rictus smile on his face. “So, start from the beginning, what happened at the arena.”

(Oh. No.)

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andejoe · 2 years

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I am never volunteering on the exploration team again.

I thought it was a quick trip. I thought it might be fun. I thought it might make me desirable to Qxxl.

I was wrong.

We started out with ten of us. Four Oipons, four Vians, and two humans. Two flora experts, two fauna experts, a charter, a linguist, a historian, a scientist, and two survival experts.

We were less than a half mile from the ship when we lost all the Oipons to the higher concentration of gases produced by the oversized plants. We rushed back only to see our ship was destroyed by a large bipedal beast.

The other Vian flora specialist was taken out right in front of me. One second there, the next gone. I found out hours later that his blood sprayed across my face from the attack, but I never noticed.

The human fauna expert saved me from that beast. We regrouped and figured our next move was to get to the command center five miles west.

The Vian scientist burned their hand in a river. Whatever it was, it wasn’t water. They had to be knocked out and carried for the next three miles to keep them from alerting our position to the monsters.

We lost the human survivalist running through a clearing to get to the command center. It was down to just four of us.

The human fauna expert led the way through the building. I had assumed we were safe once we were inside, but I was quickly proven wrong.

One of the smaller beasts with green fangs and red markings attacked me, catching me by surprise. The Vian survivalist shot it, and it attacked in retaliation. The creature died, and the Vian survivalist bled out shortly after.

The Vian scientist and I began preparing our deaths, but the human refused to let us.

She found a functional signal booster and despite not being a technician, hooked her comm to it and was able to contact the ship. There she spoke with the other survivalists on the crew about extraction.

The human told us there was a plan, but we didn’t know what it was. We followed the human without asking. It’s known that humans are deathworlders, so if anyone was going to help us survive, it was a human.

Once in the plane, she told us what to do and gave me a slip of paper. She said to give it to her brother from the bridge crew. She said it would explain everything. That’s when she told us she wasn’t coming. We were escaping, but she wasn’t.

I am ashamed to say I left her without a second thought. The retrieval ship met our failing plane and we crossed over quickly. It wasn’t until we were leaving atmosphere that I realized she sacrificed herself for us. She didn’t die in a plane crash, we saw no evidence of one. I have no clue what she’s doing down there, but I hope her death is quick and merciful.

As for me, my own wounds will leave me barely a step above deformed. I still have functionality, and I’m forever grateful for that. But my chances of mating with Qxxl were long gone. A small price to pay for my life. The Vian scientist had to have their hand removed and replaced with a cybernetic.

It was several weeks later before I met up with the brother from the bridge crew. I gave him the note I never opened. He read it and immediately requested a special retrieval team to go and get his sister.

I knew human littermate bonds were close, but to go back to that nightmare of a deathworld was simply insane. It took a month before he had the needed crew and supplies.

I watched as the odd crew left for the planet. Mostly human, with a few Wiiqs added in. I prepared to say goodbye to them all. The human brother nodded to me before they left.

Miraculously, they all survived. What’s more? They even brought back several crew I assumed dead. Every Oipon was rescued, along with both of our humans. They had all sustained substantial injuries of course, having survived on a deathworld for nearly three months, but they survived.

I approached the human littermates and asked how they rescued everyone. The brother human stated it was easy once they knew what they were getting into. The fauna sister human thanked me for passing along her message.

I broke down in shame and told her how long I waited to give it because I assumed she was dead. I begged forgiveness, and was granted it immediately.

It was several more days before I pulled up the full report of what happened. Fauna expert sister human kept diligent logs because she ‘knew her brother would show up sooner or later’. I found and finally read the message she asked me to send. I have no clue how brother human was able to tell anything from four simple words, much less lead a rescue team successfully.

A fauna expert and a bridge crewman shared four words and saved 8 crew members. One day, when my wounds finish healing and I’m mentally sound, I will ask what those words mean and how they conveyed so much with so little.

#humans are deathworlders #humans are space australians #humans are space orcs #humans are weird #life finds a way #lydia #space dinos

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anthrogothic · 3 years

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Body/Prision

so, here we go to the second part of the fic. ours has been exciting to write this. I hope you like it <3 (originally written in Brazilian Portuguese. sorry for any error).

Third part here

Pairing: Echo x f!Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Mentions of trauma, anxiety, panic, a little violence but nothing much and ~some physical mentions~ (and echo being a baby who needs care)

Heading towards the lab, you went through documents and reports on your datapad connected to the data network, finding the files of your newly known atypical clones, seeing that there were still three to meet in person.

One of them, with a rather traumatic past in your opinion. Another look like someone who is difficult to deal with. And lastly, one similar to your fellow nerds from college. Already imagining your scientific conversations.

You find your sweet auxiliary Omega standing at the door of the lab. She is also a clone, young and adorable. With short hair, the same color as the sun (if you remember the last time you saw one).

But with Jango Fett's pure DNA in her cells. Only you and Nala know this. Your conscience always brings you that painful twinge whenever the memory occurs to you.

"Y/N! I was looking for you!"

The girl came running towards you, with a scared face, taking your right hand and pulling you with her.

"Hey Omega, Stars, what's up?"

You almost shuffled your legs trying not to fall.

"I've been sent to help with clone ratings today! But Echo is very upset and I can't get him to calm down!"

Before you could ask for further explanation, you were already being dragged to the door of the room.

Stopping at the door, Omega pushed you inside when you spotted the trembling clone sitting with his back to the door, on top of the gurney, aiming his blaster at the three doctors ahead.

"Echo! I found her!"

The girl's voice was a mixture of relief and determination. The other three doctors in the room are clearly pissed off, hands up in front of the clone.

"Y/N isn't even a doctor, Omega!"

He yelled one of them, straightening and clasping his hands at his sides.

"You should have brought security!" yelled the other.

"She'll do it! She is better than you all!"

Screamed the little girl, pointing a finger at the three. You put a hand on her shoulder, signaling her to calm down. Gently you addressed the clone, froze as he stared into your eyes.

It was him… that clone whose record you were horrified to read. He was pale. With metallic accesses on his shaved head, a cybernetic prosthesis that covered his ears, his right forearm also cybernetic and thinner than most strong clones you know. Only the legs, also robotic, were covered by his blacks. His eyes were frightened and his limbs locked together at his sides, his good hand, shaking, still holding the blaster.

"A-Are you Doctor Y/N?"

His voice was deep, shaky and fraught with anxiety.

You, already with your heart sinking at his state, approached slowly, removing your white jumpsuit and leaving it on a small metal table nearby, catching the clone's attention with your tight black outfit.

"Yes… Echo, right? I assume you have a panic attack due to your accident… you shouldn't be brought into environments like this."

Your voice was calm and sweet. Looking at doctors with dislike in your last words. Echo looked away, clearly uncomfortable. The hand that was armed, wavering, and your hand slowly landing on top of the blaster, lowering it slowly, the clone giving way.

Suddenly one of the already impatient doctors approached abruptly and grabbed your shoulder from behind you.

"Let's go! We don't have time for theaters! Sedation didn't work this time, but nothing a dose would not do well on rebel clones!"

Spotting the syringe the doctor was pulling out of his lab coat, Omega jumped on his arm as she screamed. You turned, startled, seeing the fist that the doctor was already closing to hit the girl. In a rush of adrenaline, you punched him in the nose, he staggered backward, and Omega took the syringe from his hand. The other two came to help the doctor, who pushed them away claiming he was fine, looking at you with hate.

"You're in big trouble, girl! And you too, stuck-up scientist!"

His voice really was scary. But suddenly, Echo's voice came from behind you like thunder.

"Do something with them, and you'll have to come to terms with me and my squad."

His voice, full of hate and gravelly. His arm trembled as he aimed the blaster at the doctor, finger on the trigger.

"Not to mention the possible murder he was going to cause with so much sedative in a clone with a body not yet fully mapped to know the consequences."

Snorted Omega right beside you, all proud with the syringe in her hand.

"Uh, Nala Se will love to hear that."

You said, crossing your arms and looking at the doctor in defiance.

The attacking doctor flinched, growling as he left the room. The other two fearful:

"Please, it's our first week here. Don't hand us over to Nala Se. We just obey orders."

Begged one of the doctors, this one was much younger than the aggressor, probably doing residency with another colleague.

"Withdraw then. And let the rest of the team know the behavior of that bantha in the lab coat! He doesn't deserve to be your supervisor. He is the one who has to be supervised!"

Your voice was authoritative and even. All that remained was for the men to nod and leave the room.

Echo threw himself onto the gurney, breathing wildly and running a hand across his forehead. You stopped in front of the clone and slowly sat down beside him on the stretcher. Instructing him to take a few deep breaths, then slowly exhale for a few more, repeatedly. Echo tried to follow your directions, faltering a few times but picking up his pace eventually.

"There is! We make an amazing team! I told you, Echo!"

Omega's voice trying to bring relief to the tense environment. She continued.

"Y/N is the best! She will be nice to you!"

You, realizing the responsibility that Omega gave you, nodded with the girl's words.

"Well… I'm not exactly a doctor, as we've heard… but I know enough. You can trust me, Echo."

The clone looked at you with less awe, bearing in mind what you did.

"I- I feared that I would go through the physical evaluations again. I know they are mandatory, but... they remind me of the Citadel..."

His gaze roamed the metalized room, filled with stretchers, huge equipment, and light panels.

The doctors just didn't care and sedated him whenever it became impossible to assess him. Putting gadgets into his body, pushing him into big gadgets and treating his cybernetics like pieces of scrap metal.

"I don't want to be a problem again... I know I have obligations as a soldier, but I can't be okay here!"

He squeezed the biceps of his other arm with his hand, trying to stay in control as he felt a new wave of anxiety.

You gently placed your hand on his back, feeling him recoil involuntarily.

"Unfortunately it's standard procedure… but if you promise me secrecy, we can only do the basic assessment, and it could be in your room, a theoretically cozy place for you. I can do that from now on if you want."

Echo sighed, relieved at the option before looking at you again. His expression is lighter. Omega already excited to see her clone brother a little more relaxed. You smiled and calmly guided him to the dorm.

All the way the three of you were shot with stares and comments. You scolding each one with your furious glare, Omega stuck out his tongue at the attackers, while Echo lowered his head every time. His tall stature, allowing you to see his depressed expression from below.

Omega opened the door as you arrived soon after, still next to Echo. Omega pointed to the bunk and you asked permission to sit, Echo, growing more and more stunned by your sweet attitude toward him, nodded.

Placing the small silver suitcase you brought along on the floor, you took Echo by the hand, inviting him to sit beside you.

You asked permission with each movement and touch the soldier's body, trying to be gentle, as if his body were the most sensitive of porcelain. You were curious about his cybernetics, but you chose not to bring it up.

Omega was sitting by your suitcase, legs crossed on the floor, handing out all the little devices you needed to gauge the clone's basic physical parameters, but never looking away from him.

You explained what you were doing and why, warned of any movement or approach of the small devices and their purpose. Echo just nodded, getting a lot more confident in you.

You can't help but notice the tight, visible muscles. The heat radiating from the clone's body. The sharp, attractive shape of his body in that tight black outfit. Feeling the slight reactions whenever your fingertips touched him. The shy look he gave you.

Omega looked uncomfortable, pacing back and forth when you were wearing the last device on Echo's body, checking his heart function.

"Omega, what is it?"

Echo said low but firm, surprising you by the contrast to the voice that trembled earlier.

"I lied to Nala Se, saying that I went to get more supplies with Y/N, that it would take her time to get to the lab, so I could take her to you. If the confusion gets to her ears, she'll find out."

Omega ran her hand constantly over the back of her neck and through hair, the little eyes fearful.

You widened your eyes at the girl, remembering that you was requested earlier and for her boldness with the doctor (as if you didn't know her). Already trying to devise a plan to cover up the improvised procedure with Echo.

"Hm... I can talk to some clone friends to claim that we left Kamino for a few hours… I don't want Nala Se mad at us. And about the fight, well, we just defended ourselves."

You said with a smug smile on your full lips, forgetting your hand resting on Echo's covered chest, your hand already warming the spot. He watched your hand standing there, your skin seemingly smooth, the fingers small and delicate, rising and falling with his breath and causing a strange sensation deep in his racing heart.

The way you welcomed him and tried to keep him safe. You defended him. Just like your brothers before it all happened. He hadn't experienced this in a long time. But like a knife, he slashed his thoughts and threw them aside. He no longer allowed himself to wander through such things, after all, what kind of relationship could he have, being like that.

He came back to consciousness with your movement, withdrawing you hand and standing up, Omega already picking up the small suitcase from the floor.

"A-Are we done yet?"

A slight disappointment was clear in the clone's voice. You crouched down between his spread thighs, looking him in the eye, giving the clone's eyes access to your light cleavage and your silvery cord that went between your breasts.

"We've finished the basics, Echo. You are strong and healthy. I'll be back to do the rest tomorrow, after my shift, if you're comfortable."

Your eyes were like adorable little twinkling stars. So comforting and sincere, just like you, all the time with him. He nodded, a slight smile breaking his pale lips, bringing a slight, sweet swell to his heart.

You stood up, carefully taking the clone's hand, pulling a pen out of your pinned hair, and jotting down your personal communicator code in the palm of his hand.

"Let me know anything, Echo. Drink water and do the breathing exercises before going to bed."

Smiling, you turned around, heading for the door, being caught up by Omega just after she gave your brother a hug. The door closed as you remembered to scold the brave little girl for her attitude earlier.

Echo was left alone. Only with the sound of his heart pounding in his ears in the dim light in the room. The raindrops hitting the glass.

He put his hand where yours was moments ago, reading your code by pulling his palm away from his chest. He was calm. Something impossible after days of evaluations.

But beyond that, he felt real, alive, and eager to see you the next day, as much as his guts and gears wanted to say otherwise.

#echo x reader #arc trooper echo #fanfic #clone simp #the clone wars #the bad batch x reader #the bad batch #star wars #clone trooper echo #writers on tumblr #writers #female writers #body/prision #echo x fem reader #star wars x reader #clone wars x reader #echo x you #echo x y/n

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one-piece-aus · 3 years

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Whumptober Day 20

Franky x Reader

"You ready to talk yet," the guard asked after he opened the door for the weekly check-in.

Franky grunted, averting his eyes from the man, irritated by the guard's presence and the electric light that invaded the room. If his arms weren't cuffed behind his back, he would've folded them and flipped the bird. He's not going to talk, too stubborn and tired to do so. If he was going to talk, it would've been long ago.

These guys have been isolating Franky for months now, maybe not. He lost track of time... and any hope of getting out of there. Frankly, he didn't even care about getting out of there at this point, he had nothing important going on back in his life. He mainly just stayed at his workshop making new inventions then go out and party every now and then. Sure he had his connections to people but they were more associates than friends, no one he'd miss. He did miss building new stuff, that was his passion, but he had to sacrifice that by being in this solitary confinement.

"We got you a new roommate," the guard announced, tossing you in the cell. Your face collided with the ground and you tipped over to your side, your back facing the blue-haired cyborg. Franky's expression gave away how surprised he was. Glancing at the guard, he raised a brow knowing there had to be some catch, this was supposed to be solitary confinement. "Don't get too comfy, her days are numbered."

The guard shut the door, locking it up. Franky waited for the footsteps to go away before he nudged you. Like him, your hands were cuffed behind your back, but something seemed off by the arm you had pressed against the ground. His puzzled face disappeared when you turned over.

The first thing he noticed had the severe purple cloud that was on your stomach, you couldn't miss it with the tattered white tank top. Franky's eyes trailed over to your arm that puzzled him, the whole thing had been twisted and practically backwards now. The sight caused Franky's stomach to turn.

"...hey..." You slowly sat up, wincing from the sting pain you felt when you moved. "What are you in for?"

"Knowing shit..." Franky shrugged, not able to come up with a real answer since he was more concerned about what happened to you. "You alright?"

"I'll be fine," you dismissed your injuries.

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"How come you don't have any marks or bruises?" You asked Franky after your sloppy food and water came.

"I'm a cyborg, their torture methods don't work on me," he explained forking in the mush into his mouth.

"Lucky..." you mumbled poking your food.

"It has it's benefits, but it's not all that super..." Franky told you, but you weren't sure if he did that to make you feel better.

"Well, what are the rest of the benefits?"

A sparkle ignited in Franky's eyes as he started telling you the cybernetic functions of his body, which led him to tell you how he had a passion for creating machines. You smiled as he talked, finding his presence to be delightful to be around and enjoying him telling you about himself. The conversation moved to you, and you told him how you were an explorer, how you loved to discover places no one has ever seen before. The two of you started exchanging your favourite things and sharing small stories.

For the first time, Franky felt like he had a connection with someone.

Then morning came...

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"Come on missy." The guard grabbed you by your hair, dragging you out of the cell.

"Hey! Where are you taking her?" Franky demand to know, quickly waking up.

"That's none of your concern," the guard told before turning and giving him a sadistic smile. "I did say her days are numbered, didn't I? Of course, arrangements could be made if you start talking." With that, the guard left, leaving Franky alone in his cell.

Silence flooded the room, for once he began to feel suffocated by it. With you now gone, he never felt more alone. Now, all that swarmed Franky's mind is terrifying images of what was going to happen to you if he kept his mouth shut while in solitary confinement.

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pastelgrungewrecker · 2 years

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My Creator’s Hands Are Gentle

standing in the balance of complete & incomplete i identify the echo of what is and what will be

“He’s locked himself in there for days- I tried to check on him but he wouldn’t let me open the door.”

“Ah, Pr’sthetic work!”

Brainstorm and Ratchet stared at Tanager, who sipped her strawberry lemonade loudly before licking her lips, “Sugar he’s the son of the greatest artisan since the NCC Artisan’s Guild. Didja think he only made clocks?”

“...Yes, actually.”

“Nah, nah nah nah.”, she laughed, “Clocks were how it started, baby. My wild lark, Whirl’s father- He STARTED on timepieces. But when those weren’t challenging enough... he moved to smaller, more intricate pieces. In fact, a simplified version of his cochlear implant device was used t’develop military comm units!”

Ratchet looked up, squinting a moment before his eyes widened, “...Wait, Whirl’s father was Grandmaster of the Arts Bezel? As in THE Grandmaster of the Arts?!”

“That’s the one alright!”, she said, laughing like a crow’s call, “He always hated the big fancy name and title- thought it was a bunch of frou-frou bullshit. Preferred the home workshop, which is where he taught my bluebird everything he knows. And I mean everything.”

Quickdraw chose that moment to enter- tapping his fingernails against the wall to tell where he was going, “...Papastorm? I know it’s only been a week or two but-”

“They’re coming along, babyboy.”, said Brainstorm, sudden and soft and gentle as he rose to his feet and seemed to float to his tallest child, “I got most of the wiring done it’s just a matter of... Functionality.”

“...Having trouble cause of how gooey eye sockets are, huh?”, said Quickdraw softly.

Tanager’s rage flickered over her face, a thousand thunderbolts of hatred for the ones who stole the nestling’s sunshine, “Sugarplum boy, c’me ‘ere. Nana missed you.”, she cooed, watching him perk up as he took his still wobbly steps over to her.

He reached out, twitching his fingers in a silent request for her hands to help guide him to sit beside her. She eased him down, wrapped him in the smell of jasmine and plane fuel and aged soft denim as she tucked him close as a chick in the nest.

“Brainstorm, baby, tell me about this trouble, with QD’s eyes?”

He sighed, “It’s... It’s a matter of functionality. I’ve compressed and shrunk the tech down as far as it can go! But it seems no matter what I do it’s... We may just have to settle for a visor setup. There’s just no way to make the prosthetics smaller, Nana Ana.”

Her smile cracked through, just a little, “You’re wrong, baby. And my bluebird’s gonna prove it, just you watch.”

Brainstorm puffed up his chest, face darkening in an annoyed blush- when they all heard it. The click of the Workshop door. It creaked, showing darkness softened only by the shadowy shape in front of a tiny desklight.

Whirl stood, cradling something in steel hands while his good eye watered- the red ring around it a sigh of how long he had worn his father’s jeweler eyepiece. Brass on skin on sweat on silent prayers, he turned, a workbox in his hands.

“Angel.”, he rasped, “Were the connections able to be implanted? In Quickdraw’s-”

“Yes Whirl.”, said Ratchet, still processing what he learned, “The surgery went fine- non intrusive as we thought, maybe a day or two more and there won’t even be scars but-”

“I said my baby boy was gonna fuckin’ see again, didn’t I?”, said Whirl, his steps heavy as he exited the room filled with gears and gold and projects unnamed, “I ain’t no God but I can give sight, I said I would, I PROMISED.”

Tanager smiled, watching with pride as Whirl tilted the box carefully- showing a pair of cybernetic orbs with gold and silver and slivers of art and science glittering through. The casing’s were opaque, smooth and glassy.

“We gave him eyes once, we can do it again.”

Whirl’s exhaustion was obvious, and he held out the eyes to Ratchet as his arms shook. Ratchet hurried over, muttering about how they’d have to wait and that it was too soon until Quickdraw hiccuped a jittery breath.

“I wanna see. I wanna see now-”

“Quickdraw, it could tear-”

“I don’t CARE I wanna SEE!”

Tanager drew up as she sat, her height suddenly a blaring reminder though she sat comfortably, “If my bluebird made ‘em, Mister Doctor, I can assure you that there ain’t a single si’tchiation he hasn’t pondered.”

“They’re sterile.”, rasped Whirl, “It was a bitch to remember what to use, how to carve and polish but they’re sterile. Naturally so. It’s all encased, enclosed- I was able to shave it all down to the size of a natural eye.”

There was a soft click to Whirl’s knuckles now, stiffness from being in a single position for so long plagued even indestructible hands, “Please give my boy his eyes.”

Ratchet swallowed hard... And reached into the pocket of the scrubs he still wore hours after his shift.

Quickdraw pulled the patches from over his eyes- the open sockets yawning like ravines in old horror stories. Ratchet approached after pulling on his gloves and gently lifting one cybernetic eye between two fingers.

He set the box on Tanager’s thigh, freeing a hand to gently hold Quickdraw’s lidded socket open, “This... This might hurt kiddo- grab Nana Ana’s hand and squeeze, okay?”

“Okay.”

Quickdraw squirmed, the sensation of something being pushed into the socket alien and strange- the buzz of connection as connector’s met and locked even stranger as there was suddenly... light.

“And the other one.”

Light, light so much light and brightness and he... blinked- He blinked and saw the shadow of his eyelid and suddenly things were beginning to focus and take shape and-

“...Dad?”

Whirl looked up to see Quickdraw looking at him with dusklight eyes and waved. And Quickdraw waved back.

Quickdraw put his hands in front of his face, turning them around and over and feeling his chest grow tight as his blooming smile began to tremble, “Dad, DAD I CAN SEE! I CAN SEE!!”

Whirl sat with a heavy noise next to Brainstorm, leaning against the scientist who clung to him like a barnacle.

Tanager crowed with joy, hugging Quickdraw with one arm before looking at her son with pride.

“Just like Daddy did, bluebird. Just like your Daddy.”

Whirl let his head rest on Brainstorm’s shoulder, and nodded, “Dad always said that family is more than gold to him.”

#fankids #pastelwrites #listen whirl was a clockmaker for robots that means humie whirl is a prosthetics designer

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flamingredanon · 3 years

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(Continuation of the rogue CCC prompt)

If someone had told henry yesterday that in the span of 24 hours he would have to relearn how to walk and use one of his hands, he would have laughed.

The entire thing would have been absurd. A bad joke. A nightmare. Something that would never happen to someone like Henry stickmin...

But here he was, gripping the Toppat Clans Medical hallway safety rail with one hand for dear life. His only actual leg was shaking and sweat was rolling down his back and forehead. His left leg and right hand was uncomfortably heavy, unnaturally so. Why? Why was it so hard to just.. Function again? He had replacements! He had everything he needed to just.. Walk and grab! And it wasn't like this was very first time Henry had gotten cybernetics. No he had gotten them before, in another timeline but.. That was a long time ago. Maybe he had forgotten just how hard it was... But he had mastered them before!

So why was it not working for him now?! Henry let out a pained whimper as he tried hard to pull himself together, both physically and mentally. Henry knew that if someone found him, he would be scolded and taken back to bed, he was still suppose to be on bed rest. Shouldn't even be attempting this but... Here he was. His sweaty palm held the railing tightly as he used his leg to push himself up. His Cybernetic leg dragged limply on the floor, a heavy problem. Once the hard part of getting up was done, he had to tackle the impossible part.. Or it seemed impossible. He had to walk.

Henry shakily lifted his Cybernetic leg and placed an uneasy, limp step. Progress. Henry didn't even realise that he was panting just from that, whether it be from the phantom pains or the exhaustion. Nevertheless, he looked like a mess.

Another janky step, Henry gripped the railing harder as pressure was placed on the cybernetic leg. It felt awful. Fake. New. Fimilar. Unnatural. He hated it.

Another step. Henry's grip was slipping as his knuckles began to ache at just how much pressure he had to use to hold on.

Another... Janky... Step! - Henry let out a pained cry as a sudden burst of "pain" shot through his left leg, he knew it wasn't real but.. It took him by surprise. So much to the point where his hand let go of the railing, and with no support, Henry began to panic and flail his arms to try and hold onto the railing again but it was too late, his unsteady legs gave up on him and he felt himself tumble backwards, like a terrible trust fall... He waited to hit the cold, hard ground.

But.... None came. Instead, Henry hit a warm, sturdy object no- person. "...?" Henry slowly opened an eye and as he began to come out of his panicked state, he heard the fimilar hum of a certain someone's cybernetics...

"Well, as cute as that performance was 'enry, I'm gonna' ave to stop ya there."

Right picked Henry up with ease as they walked the short trip back to Henry's bed.

"How long were you watching the show?" Henry asked, with Right letting out a thoughtful hum.

"The whole thing, wanted to check up on you and saw ya very slowly trying to walk. To be fair, my dumb ass didn't like the whole bed rest thing either, especially since the longer you are there, the more it reminds you of... that place."

Henry and Right looked at the floor for awhile before Right placed Henry back into his bed, they both knowing of what Right meant.

"It's only a few weeks of absolute bed rest and then the fun exciting adventures of physical therapy to help ya walk and use your arm. Bet ya twenty bucks ya conk out after your first day."

Henry was thankful that Right lighten the mood, thinking about the CCC was the last thing he wanted to do.

"I'll bet you twenty five that I do just fine." Henry smiled at Right, feeling confident that when the time came he would be fine.

Right just chuckled and raised an eyebrow, amused at Henry's confidence. "I accept your bet and can't wait to prove ya right."

Right and Henry shook hands sealing the deal, eventually moving on to some small talk before Henry fell asleep from exhaustion.

Right covered Henry up and let him rest, leaving the medical ward and knowing that Henry would probably try walking again in a few days, just like he kept doing back then to the frustration of Reginald and the nurses.

But Right knew Henry needed the support and the slight teasing, he was still healing physically but also mentally as well. Because you just don't magically recover from having your friends murdered infront of your eyes, especially since Henry wasn't a trained soldier by any means, just a thief that stumbled his way to the Government.

Henry had a long road of recovery ahead of him.

#lizzyask #henry stickmin #right hand man #hospital stay #injury #cybernetics #getting used to cybernetics #pushing self despite injuries #friendship #trauma #bet

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corvus--rex · 3 years

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The first part of this is already on Ao3 as part of Julance 2021, and I wanted to throw it up here with the second (unfinished) part of the chapter. It's sleeping for now, but I really want to come back to it. If you've read the first part on Ao3, I said that Keith's a little dark at first, but that he has his reasons - those reasons come in in his part. It is an Omegaverse, with Alpha Lance and Omega Keith. As usual, please feel free to skip it if it's not your thing :)

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Part 1: Sharpshooter

Unilu was an old neighborhood. One that didn’t care where you came from or where you were going. Didn’t care about dynamics. Didn’t care about where your money came from. The density of the buildings made the area dark even in the middle of the day. The stories said that Altea had been a beautiful city, light and free. That was impossible to see anymore. Daibazaal Industries had taken over long ago, running the nanny-state government from boardrooms.

This was the world Lance McClain navigated through on his way to a bar called Baku’s Den. He was supposed to be meeting up with Florona, a girl he’d been put in contact with. She had connections to a job he was interested in. Omega trafficking wasn’t an uncommon practice, but it was usually female Omegas that were targeted. Some bullshit about delicate beauty and submission he didn’t believe in. Lance’s mother was an Omega, wherever she was. He hoped she was safe; he hadn’t seen her in 8 years. But this trafficking ring was pretty new, and dealing exclusively in male Omegas. Lance had a feeling he knew why.

The Daibazaal state had mandated sterilization for all Betas and some female Omegas. Male Omegas were safe from the invasive procedure. The official reason was that there was a population issue and the city was over-crowded, and that, although unfortunate, it was necessary for even resource distribution, and the statistics showed that male Omegas were far less likely to have children. It was total bullshit. The birth rate had been dropping steadily for years. Some once-thriving neighborhoods had become ghost towns. The only reason a place like Unilu was still holding on was because they looked the other way on most things, becoming a haven of sorts for people like Lance. The Alpha had always had an innate talent for firearms of all types. It was a talent he’d honed into a finely-sharpened skill. One that he used to chip away at Daibazaal and the atrocities they allowed to go unaddressed, like this trafficking ring.

He’d left his hoverbike a few blocks away, making his way to Baku’s Den on foot. He stiffened when he caught the scent of someone coming up beside him, but relaxed when he realized he knew the Beta. It was another runner who went by Rolo. Lance and Rolo had first met when Rolo and his girlfriend Nyma took off with Lance’s hoverbike. He’d gotten it back from the Beta pair and their cyber-terrier Beezer, and they’d eventually become friends of a sort.

Rolo casually sauntered up beside the Alpha. “So, where ya headed?” he asked.

“Just drinks with a girl,” Lance answered. Meeting a contact,was the translation.

The Beta understood. “She pretty?” One of your usual contacts?

“Don’t know. Blind date a friend set up.” No, but I trust the one who set up the meeting.

“Well, good luck with that. Never can tell with some girls. Gimme a call if you need an excuse.” Watch your back. Call if you need backup.

Lance chuckled at the surface sentiment. “Sure. Thanks, man.” Will do.

“Well, I better take Beezer for a walk. Gettin’ late.” Doing a hacking run tonight, but I’ll be nearby.

“Have fun with that. Watch out for any stray cats.” Good luck. Keep an eye out for security bots.

“Eh, they’re easy to scare off.” I can get around them.

By then, they’d reached the block Baku’s Den was on. Lance nodded toward it, Rolo understanding that this was where his meeting was taking place. They parted ways, Lance headed for the bar, and Rolo disappeared around the corner. The sign hologram on the dark grey concrete building sat over the heavy steel door. The sign read Baku’s Den in a stylized typeface with a three-jawed serpent weaving through the letters. The serpent flew – swam? – through the bar’s name on a continual loop, executing a barrel roll around the name every third loop.

The interior looked very much like most other bars Lance had been to, whether meeting fixers or just relaxing. A dark concrete floor was easy to clean (and hide ingrained blood stains) after the inevitable bar fights. Dim lighting was both a blessing and a curse since it kept things more intimate, but it was also harder to spot a weapon. Booths were the same way. Made things more private, but also gave someone the chance to ambush a target. Lance’s cursory sweep was more tactical than he let show. He noted all exit points, where was best for cover, who looked the most dangerous. He also spotted his contact.

Florona sat at the edge of the booth in the back corner. She had closely cut maroon hair except for a white swath down the middle that was cut longer and swept to one side. Her gloss black cybernetic eyes had no visible sclera or iris, but he knew she was looking at him. He could see her brown leather jacket with dark red accents and skin-tight burgundy pants and heavy boots. It was also a pretty safe guess that she was armed. Just as it was a near certainty that Florona wasn’t her real name.

Lance McClain certainly wasn’t his. But when he was separated from his family at 16, he left Leandro Dávila behind. He made a new identity for himself, one that let him not stand out at all, one that let him hide. He wasn’t even sure if there was anything left of Leandro in him. Leandro had been a hopeful, optimistic child. Lance was hardened by years of fighting, jaded by harsh reality. Leandro would have been afraid of Lance. It was a smart thing to be.

Some people, like Florona, wore their cybernetics for the world to see. Implants and attachments that were blatantly obvious. Rarer were those like Lance. He’d lost his eyes after a run gone wrong. The crew he was with sold him out when they thought the other side would pay better for it. They blinded him, but even without sight, he was still able to take them out and escape. He’d called his fixer, who got him help. His cybernetics looked natural, as close to his original blue as they could get. But they were fully functional cyberware. Top of the line a few years back. Night vision, infrared, zooming, even the ability to limit the amount of light received – all linked in. By blinding him, his old crew made sure he would never be blinded again. Not too long after that, he lost his left hand. That run was successful, but Lance had gotten caught in crossfire and an unlucky shot blew out his wrist, shredding tendons and splintering bone. The new one was indistinguishable from his right, the artificial skin blending seamlessly with the organic.

Lance had no choice but to slide into the booth facing away from the door, forcing him to trust Florona with his personal safety. He nodded to her, careful not to say a word until he was seated. “Florona.” It was a statement, a greeting, a question, a confirmation.

“McClain,” she returned, “Or would you prefer Sharpshooter?”

He put on the illusion of relaxing, something he never truly did. “Lance is fine,” he said casually.

Florona’s lips twitched with an amused huff. “Alright, Lance. I’m going to order us drinks while we wait,” she said, signaling to the aqua-haired waitress.

“Waiting for what?” This wasn’t what Lance was expecting, and now he was getting nervous.

“Your partner.”

“Partner? That’s news to me. What can you tell me about them?”

The waitress came over, waiting for what she was sure would be Florona’s usual order. “Nunvil,” Florona said – no surprises there. “And bring the bottle.”

Lance whistled low. “You go hard.”

Florona raised a perfect eyebrow. “And you don’t?”

“Never said I didn’t. So, what about this partner?”

She leaned back, throwing an arm over the back of the booth. “Best fuckin’ swordsman I’ve ever seen. Stealth type. He’s got this one blade – let’s just say I never want to be on the wrong side of it.”

The waitress returned setting unopened bottle and a pair of glasses on the table. When she left, Florona made a show of breaking the seal on the bottle. She poured both glasses, and Lance idly played with the rim of his.

“What’s so special about this blade?” he asked. He was genuinely curious, but made sure she didn’t know that.

“Ultraviolet hard-light. Keeps it maglocked to a sheath on his back. Bio-activated so no one but him can use it. I got to see what happens when someone tried to take it once. Wasn’t pretty. New guy tried to hit on him. Pretty forcefully, but he didn’t know what he was in for.”

Interesting information. This mysterious partner of his was a known factor here. Lance wasn’t sure if Florona had mentioned that part to remind him that he was an outsider in Unilu or if she just considered it part of the story.

“I should tell you what to expect from him before he gets here. You're an Alpha, and he may take offense to that. He’s an Omega, and a lifetime of bad experiences makes him resent Alphas on sight.”

“That’s fair,” he said, and finally picked up his glass. He actually enjoyed the silky burn as it went down. “Anything else I should know?”

“Don’t piss him off. He’s not likely to actually kill you, but the threat will be there.”

“Anything else that’s not vague and threatening?” Lance asked, draining his glass.

“Mm, nope.” Florona refilled both their glasses, and Lance saw the tiniest movement of her looking to the bar. “Except that he’s coming over. Better get ready, he’s an experience.”

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Part 2: Samurai

Keith stashed his heavily modified hoverbike in an alley barely a block away from Baku’s Den, activating the chameleon hologram that would keep it out of sight. He was familiar with both the Unilu neighborhood in general and Baku’s Den in particular, and knew to be cautious. It wasn’t just the relative lawlessness of the area that kept his guard up. Nowhere was truly safe for a male Omega in Altea. Not anymore, not with the disappearances that he now knew were a major Omega trafficking ring.

Knowing that the upper echelons of Altean society were buying and selling male Omegas like prized pets made his blood boil. It was assumed they were being taken as breeders, to be used to give the city’s elite heirs until their bodies gave out. But Keith had seen the kinds of things that happened to Omegas, male or female. Breeding was only part of it. He was lucky that he hadn’t been taken, but he’d freed more than a few who were in similar situations. Kidnapped or given away to Alphas, and even Betas, and abused into being the “perfect” Omega. It varied depending on the human garbage controlling the Omega. Docile, submissive servants, hypersexualized walking sex toys, psychologically broken breeding stock for their Alphas, and that was the better end. He’d seen Omegas so physically, emotionally, mentally broken that there was no saving them. Death was a welcome rest for them, but not for the abusers. He felt nothing for them as people when he put them down, only a sense of relief that they would never harm another Omega.

Keith was mainly a runner specializing in stealth and close combat. Taking out low-level Omega trafficking was what he did between runs. If working opposite Daibazaal Industries and its only subsidiary, Galra Technologies, was what amounted to Keith’s day job, his vigilante justice for trafficked and abused Omegas was his passion project. It was what made him jump at the chance to at least help bring down the biggest trafficking ring the city had ever seen. He didn’t know Florona well, but he trusted her boss Luxia, and she was the one who first had the intel for the run being offered.

The exterior of Baku’s Den was its usual façade of calm, as much as a high-class dive bar could be. Keith knew as well as anyone that a fight could break out at any time and for any reason. Just walking in made him uneasy, especially when he opened the door to a loud argument in progress between members of a runner team he’d seen there before. Almost subconsciously, his hand went toward the hard-light blade he kept sheathed on his lower back at all times. The near-fight ended with raucous laughter and a call for another round of drinks. He dropped his hand with a relieved sigh and made his way to the bar, intentionally catching Florona’s eye on the way.

“Keith! Haven’t seen you in a while,” Luxia greeted him.

“Yeah, been busy,” he answered, “Just finished another run last night. Anything I should know about this guy before I head over?”

She shrugged. “Experienced runner. Long-range firearms specialist. Got a couple cybernetics, but nothing obvious.” Luxia knew Keith’s preferred drink, and set the glass of SilveRing down in front of him, the dim lighting of the bar illuminating the juniberry-distilled, deep magenta alcohol from within and highlighting the silvery ring settled around the perimeter of the liquid surface. “Just so you know, he’s an Alpha, but I can tell he’s not just in it for the money. Don’t know what his deal is with that, but he seemed legitimately pissed at the idea of Omegas being trafficked.”

“Good to know. He’s still an Alpha.” Keith finished his drink, Luxia refilling it without a word. “Well, better head over there. Run’s more important than some Alpha.

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Heaven

Pairing: Echo X Reader

Warnings: Some language, insinuations of sexual activities (I don’t know if that’s the right wording necessarily, but there it is), mentions of nightmares, loss, and grieving.

Word Count: 3,836

A/N: So, I'm not sure what all devices in the Star Wars universe are called, and in order to not sound completely inept, I decided to just describe the devices' functions instead of naming them and seeing as I've never come across some of these types of devices in Star Wars, I figured this was the best way to go. I hope that makes sense. Also, I have added a lyric video below for reference. I was initially going to just link an already existing lyric video for the song, but then I just decided to make one instead, using some visuals that better fit the content. Which then meant I had to create a Youtube channel just to upload the thing and link it here, because it wouldn’t let me upload directly from my laptop. 🤷🏼‍♀️ So that's there if anyone wants it, and I now have a Youtube channel for my longer edits.

It was one of those nice, quiet evenings, the kind you didn't get very often ever since you started working with The Bad Batch. They weren't necessarily the rowdiest bunch of clones you'd met, but they did seem to always find a way to interrupt you and your boyfriend's alone time.

It seemed like every time you and Echo found a quiet moment where it was just the two of you, one, if not the whole lot, of them would come barging in out of nowhere, needing something or another. Although, you were pretty sure Wrecker just did it because he thought it was funny to annoy you, and knowing that fact only annoyed you more, but you'd let it slide, always reassuring yourself that there would be a next time, one that wouldn't be intruded upon. It seemed that tonight was one of those times, seeing as the four commandos were off gathering supplies at the nearby village of the planet you were temporarily taking residence on, and you were planning on making the most of it while you could.

It didn't take you long to locate your boyfriend, despite your first impressions the Havoc Marauder was not that big of a craft, so there were only so many places he could be. You found him in the communal sleeping quarters, sitting on the bunk you two shared, datapad in hand reading something or another, as usual. You had been given your own bunk, but after your first week with the group, you realized that you preferred to just sleep together. You both had a little trouble sleeping and found that sleeping in one another's embrace seemed to keep the nightmares at bay and gave you both a much more restful sleep.

You walked over and sat beside him, sliding your arms around his middle and holding him as you rested your head on his shoulder. He chuckled and wrapped the nearest arm around you, keeping you close as he continued to read.

You smiled and let out a contented sigh. Moments like this were rare alright, which is what made you appreciate them more when they did occur. It was just nice to be able to have a sweet moment with your love without a joke being made, or the always popular, "Get a room" comment.

"Would love to", you'd say, "Only problem is, it just so happens to be everyone's room."

"Damn, doesn't that bite the big one", would come Crosshair's snide remark, as he shook his head, mocking you like the snarky ass he was.

It was a good thing that deep down you really did like these guys, or you would've kicked some asses long ago.

You reveled in this quiet moment for a while longer before peeking at the datapad in his hand and asking, "So, what are you reading this time, anything interesting, or just more boring rule books?"

He laughed and shook his head. "You know, I don't just read reg manuals", he responded, turning his head to give you a smirk.

You shrugged. "I know, but you definitely read them a lot more than anyone else I know. I'm not even sure if some of the boys have ever read them actually."

He laughed again and you smiled at the sound. "Well, I'd like to think I've been branching out more lately with my literary escapades. I'm at least trying to be more fun, wouldn't want your book worm of a boyfriend boring you to death", he said, leaning into you with a light shove before straightening up again.

You chuckled and held him a bit tighter. "Yeah, you're a book worm alright, but you’re my book worm, and you’re not boring love, far from it", you said as you pulled your head from his shoulder to meet his gaze.

His eyes softened as he looked into yours, silently thanking you for the praise. He leaned his face to yours and kissed you lovingly, and with so much softness it almost hurt when he pulled away.

You just gazed into each other's eyes for a minute before you remembered why you'd come to find him in the first place.

You unwrapped your arms from around him. "Speaking of trying to be more fun, I have something fun we could do", you said with a bright smile.

He eyed you curiously. "Oh yeah, what did you have in mind?"

You rose from the bunk to stand in front of him, grabbing the datapad from his flesh hand and tossing it on the pillow beside him, taking the now empty hand and his cybernetic one in yours and pulling him to his feet.

"You are going to indulge your girlfriend, who's been waiting all day for this mind you, with a dance", you replied, smile still taking over your features.

He cocked an eyebrow, as if your response surprised him. "Huh, definitely not what I thought you were going to say", he said.

"And what did you think I was going to say", you asked with a smirk as you went to your original bunk above your shared one and pulled out a small electronic device, typing away on it, searching for something.

"Well, I, um... I thought, uh...", Echo stammered, as he rubbed the back of his neck, still searching for the right words. He cleared his throat before saying, "Uh, nothing, nothing, so a dance, huh?"

You shook your head and chuckled at his nervous behavior, you knew exactly what he thought you'd meant, but you weren't going to embarrass him any further.

"Yes, a dance", you replied, finding the audio file you'd been searching for and pulling it up. You then connected the device to the small amplifying device on the table across the room.

"That sounds nice cyare, but I don't know how to dance", he confessed shyly.

You smiled and looked to him. "Then I'll teach you", you told him, pressing on the file to play it and setting the device back on the bed.

As the soft music filled the room, you walked to your now flustered looking boyfriend, taking him by the hand and then slowly guiding him to take your hips. He didn't hesitate to do so, and as he rested his hands on you, and you placed yours around his neck, a light blush rose on his cheeks. He always got like this when you two did anything even remotely intimate. It baffled you that after this long of being together, and after doing much more than this, that he'd be this worked up over, what you saw as, a simple act. But maybe it wasn't so simple to him, maybe the years of touch deprivation had him craving it more than you realized, and add the emotion behind the action, the love you felt transferring between the two of you in something as small as a glance, and you could understand his reaction. This realization had you thanking whatever powers at be for bringing you two together, allowing you to be that person for him, because it was truly a gift, one you wouldn't take for granted.

You began to slowly sway your body from side to side, coaxing him to follow your movements. As you both found the right pace and swayed in time to the song's slow rhythm, you listened to the words being sung and let your mind wander, the words bringing memories to the surface of your consciousness.

Oh, thinkin' about our younger years,

There was only you and me,

We were young and wild and free.

You remembered when you'd first met Echo, back when he was a new addition to the 501st. A young trooper, who's dream was to one day receive ARC statues. You had become fast friends, and after only a few months it was clear that your friendship had grown into something more. It was obvious you two had feelings for each other, the only people who were blind to this were you and Echo. A problem that was soon remedied by his brother, Fives, who had all but forced Echo to admit how he felt to you, which he did, albeit, with quite a bit of struggle on his part, the poor guy could barely get his words out. Luckily, you had caught on to what he was trying to say, and took pity on him, deciding to take this opportunity to tell him that you felt the same.

You still remember the look of surprise on his face at your confession, he hadn't believed it at first, but when you plucked up the courage to grab him by the chest plate and pull him into a tender kiss, he knew you weren't lying, and this had his heart soaring.

Now nothing can take you away from me.

We've been down that road before,

But that's over now.

You keep me comin' back for more.

After the battle to defend Kamino, Echo had finally gotten what he'd been working so hard to achieve, he had been promoted to ARC Trooper, and you couldn't have been happier for him. You remember him coming into your station of the hangar to tell you the good news.

You'd been working on fixing up some loose wiring on a transport ship when you were suddenly lifted from the ground and the world spun around you. After a moment of disorientation, you found your bearings and stared up at the culprit, only to find your boyfriend beaming down at you.

"Woah, where's the fire", you asked in jest.

"No fire, just have some good news", he responded, still smiling wide.

"Oh, ok then, spill."

"We did it", he said simply.

"Umm, ok, who did what exactly", you asked, furrowing your brows in confusion.

"Fives and I, we're being made ARC Troopers", he said, his chest puffing out a bit with pride.

"What, that's great", you practically shouted, and pulled him into a tight embrace. "I knew you could do it; you've worked so hard, you deserve this. I'm so happy for you, you're finally getting your dream."

He squeezed you tighter. "Thank you, and thank you for always believing in me, even when I didn't", he said quietly.

You pulled back to look at him before speaking. "I'll always believe in you Echo. Always and forever."

That was your thing, the mantra of your relationship, if you will, "I'll love you always and forever". This was because you both believed it to be true. Neither one of you could see yourselves falling for anyone else or loving another the way you did each other.

“Always and forever cyare”, he said, smiling softly at you, “And now I can focus on my other dream.”

You gave him confused look. “Other dream, what’s your other dream”, you asked.

His smile grew as he leaned in to speak low in your ear. “You”, he said, making your stomach do a somersault.

You knew it would be difficult, but you two wanted to plan a future together, and spend whatever time you had left together making a family and living a quiet, happy life. Once this miserable war was over, that's exactly what you were going to do.

Unfortunately, things don't always work out the way we want them to, and your dreams of a peaceful life with your beloved were shattered when the day came that the 501st returned from their mission on Lola Sayu, minus an ARC Trooper.

Oh, once in your life you'll find someone,

Who will turn your world around,

Pick you up when you're feelin' down.

Now nothing can change what you mean to me.

There's a lot that I could say,

But just hold me now.

Fives had been the one to give you the dreadful news and had stayed to help you through the initial shock and pain of it all. He had been ready for the inevitable tears he knew would come and did they ever. You couldn't remember a time before that, where you had cried with as much vigor or to the extent that you had, when shedding tears for your lost love.

I've been waiting for so long,

For somethin' to arrive,

For love to come along.

Time seemed to pass by agonizingly slow, as you tried to regain some semblance of normalcy in your life. Having both lost the person you held dear, you and Fives had found a new understanding for one another, and subsequently formed a close bond. He was the friend you desperately needed, just as you were for him. So, when you eventually lost him as well, you were beside yourself with grief.

Instead of wallowing in your sorrow, like you wanted to, you decided to throw yourself into your work, trying desperately to keep yourself busy, so as to not give yourself time to think of what you had lost. This worked most of the time, but there were always those times when something would remind you of them, a laugh that was just too close to the one you remembered, or a smile from a kind trooper that hit too close to home. Then there were those nights where you would wake from a nightmare and reach out beside you for a comforting hand, only to find empty space, those times were the hardest. It took everything you had inside you to just keep on going, because you knew that they wouldn't have wanted you to give up, so you carried on, even when it hurt.

Now our dreams are comin' true,

Through the good times and the bad,

I'll be standin' there by you.

It had been a year since the mission on Lola Sayu, a year of you trying to get on with your life, and forget the past, because remembering only caused you more pain. But life has a funny, if not sadistic, way of turning on its head and changing your course when you least expect it, because soon after that year mark, you received the news you never thought you'd get.

"He's alive", Rex said, eyes boring into yours, trying to get you to believe what he was telling you, but you weren't about to give in that easily.

"What you're saying is impossible, both you and Fives told me you saw him die at the citadel, and now you're telling me he miraculously survived. I'm not buying it, and I don't appreciate you trying to get my hopes up, just so they can be ripped back down once you're proven wrong", you said, with more venom in your voice than you had intended.

"I know I'm right on this one, (Y/N). I heard him, it was Echo's voice on that transmission, I'm sure of it", he reiterated, desperate for you to listen, or to at least consider it to be true.

"I'm sorry Rex, but I just can't believe what you're saying. I can't take another blow, I just can't, because if I do, I fear I won't make it out the other side this time" you said as tears began to fill your eyes.

Rex placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. "I understand, but I promise you, I'm telling the truth, Echo is alive, and I'm going to bring him home, I'm going to bring him back to you", he said, with so much conviction that you almost believed him, almost.

"Don't make promises you can't keep", you told him despondently.

He looked you in the eye, a determined expression on his face. "I intend to keep this one", he said, and he did.

No more than two days later, the team sent on the rescue mission to Skako Minor returned, with Echo.

You couldn't believe your eyes when Rex took you to see him in the med bay. He was different, that was for sure, but he was still Echo, he was still the man you loved, and you were just glad he was home.

And Baby you're all that I want,

When you're lying here in my arms,

I'm finding it hard to believe,

We're in heaven.

During his first mission, after being back, he had proven to still be the loyal soldier he had always been and had unofficially been dubbed the "Hero of Anaxes" for his brave actions.

After this mission he had also been extended the invitation to join The Bad Batch by their sergeant, which he wanted to accept, but not if it meant leaving you behind. So, Echo convinced the commandos that having a mechanic around wouldn't be such a bad idea, and they agreed.

That's how you ended up here, the mechanic onboard the Havoc Marauder, who was currently being held in the arms of the person she loved most in this galaxy, swaying to the soft music filling the air around them, in total bliss.

Love is all that I need,

And I found it there in your heart.

It isn't too hard to see,

We're in heaven.

Your head had been resting against Echo's chest, as you listened to the steady heartbeat beneath it. You never wanted this moment to end, and by the way he was holding you, without any indication of ever letting go, you were pretty sure he felt the same.

You lifted your head to look up at him, while keeping yourself flush against him, needing the contact to silently remind yourself that he was still here, he was with you. Something you still had a hard time believing from time to time, but it was real, he was here, and you were never letting go.

It had been some time since Anaxes, not a tremendous amount, but enough time where you could see a noticeable change in your boyfriend's appearance. He had filled out more and looked a lot less gaunt than he had initially upon his return. His color had improved as well, not fully, but with enough time, you were sure, he'd regain his copper glow. His hair was the other noticeable change, it had started to grow out again, and while it hadn't gotten to the length it was, there was enough where you could easily run your fingers through it, as you often did, absentmindedly.

This thought caused your hand to move of its own accord and slot itself amongst the short curls adorning his head. He gave a contented sigh as you started mindlessly running your fingers over his scalp, scratching lightly, and he leaned into your touch as his eyes closed, this always relaxed him.

After a moment, he opened his eyes to look at you, a soft smile taking shape over his features, before lowering his head to rest it against yours, both of you shutting your eyes to revel in the moment.

We're in heaven.

The music faded and soon the room fell silent. You both ceased your swaying but continued to stay in the embrace.

After what felt like an eternity, but had only been a few seconds, you broke the silence and said, "I love you Echo."

He smiled and replied, "I love you (Y/N). Always and forever."

You gave a smile of your own, the words bringing you back to those early days of your relationship, when anything was possible, and your future was bright. It could be that way again, now that you were together again, nothing was impossible.

"Always and forever", you echoed back.

With that, he closed the small gap between you and brought you into a passionate kiss.

Everything that had gone unspoken was expressed in this kiss; all the love and adoration that had built between you two over the years, all the pain that you both endured during your separation, all the missed time, and the promise that you would never be parted again, and that you would continue to strive for the future you two had planned so long ago. You were happier than you'd ever been and nothing could ruin this moment.

Suddenly, as if the universe itself wanted to prove you wrong, the door slid open and in walked all four commandos, with Wrecker in the lead.

"See, I told ya we'd find them doin' some sappy stuff", Wrecker said in his booming voice, effectively breaking your quiet moment, and your kiss, which in turn, pissed you off.

You both gave an annoyed sigh before turning to face the men. You crossed your arms over your chest and gave your best scowl in their direction, which only caused Wrecker to laugh. He'd so be getting an ass kicking later.

"Let's just be glad we didn't walk in on something... more intimate", Crosshair said, eyeing the both of you while giving a sly grin.

You let out an annoyed huff. "Yeah, you wish", you retorted, which only earned you a chuckle from the sniper. Okay, add another one to the "people who need an ass kicking" list. "I think you're both just jealous", you said, trying to make it sound snarky.

"Of this guy", Wrecker asked as he walked over, clapping his hand down on Echo's shoulder. "Damn straight, I mean, he’s got a bombshell for a girlfriend, how could we not be, he's one lucky bastard", he said, although you couldn't quite tell if he was being sarcastic or not. Either way it ticked you off, but before you could throw the punch you had geared up for, Echo pulled you to him, holding you securely against him and effectively blocking your way to the giant commando.

"Easy cyare, no need for bloodshed, and besides, he has a point", he said, leaning in and lowering his voice, "I am a very lucky man."

You shook your head at him but couldn't help the grin that formed at his words.

"Okay, that's enough boys, let's give the happy couple some privacy shall we. Besides, Wrecker, it's your turn to make dinner", Hunter interrupted, giving his brother a stern look.

"Oh man, again, I thought I just did that", Wrecker grumbled.

"You did, when it was your turn last week", Tech told him matter-of-factly.

Wrecker made a noise of aggravation before leaving the room, mumbling incoherently in displeasure. The other two followed him out, as you gave Hunter a thankful smile before he nodded and made his exit, letting the door slide shut behind him.

You turned back to Echo, who still had you in his embrace.

"So, where were we", you inquired, a soft smile back on your face.

He feigned ponderment. "Hmm, I believe we were right about...", he began, and suddenly pulled you close enough that your noses were touching, "Here", he finished, his smile widening before bringing you in for another heated kiss. You melted into it and fell into another state of bliss.

You stayed like that for another long moment, as the world faded around you. Wrapped in a loving embrace, engaged in an impassioned kiss, and lost in your own personal heaven.

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