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weirdponytail · 5 years

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Quick ‘n Rough Huntik x Mass Effect intro (fanfic thing)

So I said like...3-4 days ago to expect some Huntik x ME that no one asked for or wanted, and I’d hate to leave the imaginary people who wanted it hanging. So heres some of what I have.

It’ll never be a ‘real’ fic or anything like that, but maybe a few snippets and whatnot will appear. It’s this or stop writing anything Huntik related till I find some real good motivation so XD here’s some Huntik x ME!

For context, the idea is that Dante and the crew of the Nexus were ordered to pick up Sophie and Lok from Earth at the first hint of the Spirals starting their galaxy wide attack. There were hints that Lok could be a key to stopping the war and/or helping explore the recently discovered galaxy on the other end of a previously locked mass relay to see if the survivors could escape through there. Sophie’s the last known Casterwill descendant, and her biotics are the only ones that can activate old Casterwill nodes that will allow the new relay to safely function, as well as hey, don’t let the ancient mysterious race go extinct I guess?

They’re all fleeing Earth after the very sudden and unexpected attack. Everyone BUT Lok and Sophie were expecting this.

“Cherit, get Terzi to plot the course to the Citadel. Cadets Lambert, Casterwill, until we get this protection detail settled you two aren’t leaving my sight.” Commander Dante Vale of the SSV Nexus jerked his thumb over his shoulder, indicating the elevator that rose through the ship’s levels. “So unless you’re injured I’m needed up on the bridge.”

Unable to speak, shaken and pale from the destruction they had witnessed, Lok and Sophie just nodded and followed the legendary man into the elevator.

~~~

The CIC was, in some odd way that only could be managed by the Foundation military, in a state of ordered chaos.

“Scarlett!”

The young Asari looked up from her station at the galaxy map, relived by the sound of the commander’s voice. “Dante! You made it! We were worried–“

“I’m fine, and I’m glad you made it too.” Dante gave the alien a quick clap to the shoulder as he passed, his eyes flicking around the busy room. Soldiers and support staff, though significantly fewer than usual on the Nexus, streamed past the commander and the two cadets clustered close to him. Many had rubble dust and blood on their uniforms, while some weren’t even in uniform at all, wearing whatever they could grab as they rushed to muster at their station. “We’re going to have to talk later. I’m need a list of all crew on board, as well as any civilians we took on and any personnel that aren’t part of our normal roster. We need to put them to work to fill in the gaps whether they like it or not.”

“Aye aye, commander, already in progress.” Scarlett seemed unperturbed by the two teenagers shadowing Dante, even gave Lok a quick smile when she recognized him before snapping back to her task with stone-faced focus. “I’ll report to medbay once I’ve sent it.”

Dante and the teens were already halfway across the CIC by that point though, and Dante had to turn slightly as he called back a final question. “Where’s our LCZ?”

It brought a slight flicker of a grin to the Asari’s lips. “Up on the bridge, filling in for you.”

After hearing only stories about the great Commander Dante Vale and his impressive control over his unique ship and crew, Lok and Sophie were both startled to find a woman pacing the catwalk down the center of the bridge and stalking the cockpit, barking orders left and right. It even dampened the slight surprise of seeing a Salarian at the helm, flanked by a Krogan on one side at a darkened console beside the much smaller alien.

At least Terzi and Montehue, the oddball Salarian and Krogan duo that helped fly and maintain the Nexus respectively, had been mentioned in Foundation records and lessons at the academy. Their friendship was considered an important step in mending the rift between their races and thus warranted a paragraph.

But not even a footnote had hinted that Vale had any sort of second-in-command.

“Who’s that?” Sophie felt the words fall out of her mouth before she could stop them. Speak when spoken to was a basic rule for Cadets, especially on an active warship.

But there was something that twitched deep in her mind when she saw the woman crouched down over the recessed swivel seats and displays below the catwalk of the bridge. Something about how she moved, the set of her shoulders and the shift of her muscles, it all looked…off somehow. And the Casterwill Cadet had long ago learned to listen to her ancestral instincts.

Dante didn’t even look back. “Lieutenant Commander Zhalia Moon, my battle partner. She’s my SIC as well, so if I’m not around you answer to her. I expect as much deference to her orders as mine in that situation, cadets.

“Zhalia! You’re here.” Unlike Scarlett, this woman didn’t do much more than give Dante a glance as she accepted a datapad passed to her from the officer at the monitoring station and stood. Fringes of dark blue hair hung into her face from where they had escaped her ponytail. “You had me worried, LC.”

“What are you waiting for, Ensign, don’t hand me this when your partner can check it! It’s fine, just send it Foundation Command.” The Lieutenant Commander shoved the datapad back to the young officer below her before turning to face her CO. “You’re the one that got your comms blown up. I’ve told you not to worry about me but now I had to go and worry about you. Had me thinking you were dead again!” She flicked a hand up in annoyance, drawing attention to fresh, deep bruises that mottled her arms from her split knuckles all the way to where her upper arms disappeared into her sleeves.

“I’d give you a shoulder pat to console you, but you’ve obviously been going against doctors orders.” Zhalia snorted at that, but waved the little group of commander and cadet into the cockpit. “What’s her status, guys? Did you manage to break my ship yet?”

“Green acr-cross the board, commander!” Terzi gave a quick salute before returning his three fingered hands to darting across the displays. “Welcome back, s-sir!”

Montehue grunted from where he was sitting with his beefy armored arms folded. There were fresh scuff marks on his headplate, a clear indicator that he had been using all his natural weapons as a Krogan to fight his way to the Nexus. “She’s got a few new scars, but that just enhances that beauty of hers. Nexi’s a tough girl with a quad to match her engines.”

“That’s a terrible visual to have in a room called the cockpit, Monty.” Zhalia muttered, leaning over the back of the Krogan’s seat to eyeball the fuel reserves. “We’ll have to cut it close. Citadel’s just at the edge of the fuel radius.”

Terzi’s hands blurred with speed, tweaking things here and there. “Almost…Cherit, if you w-would give me a little b-boost?”

“Of course!” Lok gave a massive twitch as the ancient AI disentangled himself from the youth’s brain and manifested in the crowded room. Before anyone could register Cherit’s sudden leap from an organic being to the ship’s computers, the ball of light was already zooming into the port on the wall. Consoles flared bright blue for a split second before the fuel reading returned with a boost of ten percent, as well as a new, shorter path to the Citadel on the map. “How’s that?”

“Perfect!” Terzi smiled as Cherit reemerged as his usual form of a tiny gargoyle creature. “Now we have some to spare.”

“Great. Zhalia won’t have to get out and push us the rest of the way if we have to stop.” Dante’s own smile was laced with his cocky sass, earning him a swift but soft kick to the back of his leg. “Speaking of our favorite LC, I need you and these two to report to medbay with me.”

Zhalia finally looked to the two cadets behind her commander. “…Prep Academy kids? Come on, Dante, I’m not a babysitter. There’s stuff I need to do up here.”

“They’re the two the Admirals sent us to protect and they need an entrance scan. Don’t worry, LC, I’ll be with you.” Dante assured, but added with the return of his cocky smirk, “If only to see Scarlett dress you down for breaking your arms again.”

Zhalia scowled, flexing her stiffening fingers. The boneweave that strengthened her skeleton had kept any major breaks from occurring and would speed up the healing process, but it was made to be coupled with armor. Going without always led to micro and stress fractures all up and down her arms.

“Fine. Lead the way, o Great Commander Vale.”

~~~

By the time they reached the elevator at the far end of the CIC, Lok was eyeing all the new tech that lined the walls and bays of the Nexus with inquisitive eyes. The Academy had taken all the Cadets of his class on tours of several warships and other spacecraft, as well as run sims to test their knowledge of standard ship systems and layouts. But none of them had anything on the Nexus. It was beyond state of the art, and despite the narrow escape from death he, Sophie and Cherit had just been through the young man could feel his curiosity and wonder stirring again.

“So, you two are the real deal, huh?” Lok started at the LC’s comment, his mind already drifting to the possibilities open to him as he subconsciously reached out to explore the ship’s AI capabilities. “That little trick with Cherit was pretty telling.”

Sophie shifted slightly, moving between Lok and where Zhalia had leaned against the back of the elevator. “What do you mean, ‘real deal?’” Her question was sharp, almost hostile. Lok gave her a quick glance, trying to show her that he was fine with the question.

Zhalia just raised an eyebrow at the spectacle, bruised and battered arms already gently crossed in defense. “We got told to pick up the walking AI-interface genius son of Spectre Lambert and the only known living Casterwill descendant. Cadet Lambert’s got the AI interface thing down. I saw your biotics when we picked you up and they’re green. Casterwill confirmed.”

“Have something against biotics users, Lieutenant Commander?” The icy tone practically cracked the already cool air in the elevator.

“Stand down, Sophie.” Dante’s voice was warm enough to melt the tension, but firm enough to make clear the order in his words. “I know the last few hours have been rough but we’re all friends here. Zhalia had access to both your files, and it’s her job to watch my back as much as it is for me to watch hers. She’s just confirming we got the right people.”

Sophie’s shoulders slumped in defeat somewhat, but she still kept her easy stance at a slant to keep the LC in her sights. “Yes sir.”

‘What was that all about?’ Lok quietly questioned Cherit where the AI was nestled in his mind. ‘Sophie’s never been like that before.’

Cherit sent him the image of a clueless shrug. ‘Maybe she’s concerned about being outed as a Casterwill?’

‘I guess…. I just hope she cools it. The LC and Dante seem pretty tight. We’re going to have to get used to them both.’

I have some other bits and bobs, but they need some more cleaning. Cheers mates!

#Huntik #huntik x mass effect #zhante #but quiet zhante #huntik au #sophie the judgemental alien

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