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complacencyavp · 10 months ago

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Out-of-order snippets across some odd 200+ page fanfiction documents that I’ll probably never finish but, I have fun with these guys so I fleshed out some outlines to share so they don’t rot forever. It’s more human-centric hence my reluctance to share it and because I see everything as a work in progress.

Semi-Synopsis

Nearly twenty years after the bombing of Gunnison, Colorado by “terrorists” the lives of those affected have not yet returned to normal. Andreanna, a child, becomes caught up in the rumors and her mother’s claims in investigating the town. After a series of murders (abductions), Andreanna ventures in seeking answers hoping to uncover the truth losing herself in the process.

Abducted by her captor, Te' Luar-ke, An'dre slowly adjusts to life on the ship though he struggles to adapt. Shu’Hult’ah, an elder entrusts a former student, Negari, with her care after she is horrifically branded by Te’Luar-ke. Shu’Hult’ah hopes to inspire the failed arbitrator, Negari, to return to the path if nothing else a life of hunting versus letting himself waste away. The two struggle to connect at first and it isn't till after a series of drastic actions that he does become a mentor to her. Her aspirations of wanting more set Negari back on his path though the realization of her fate causes significant strain.

With the realization that she can never return home, and of her intended sacrifice, Andreanna turns to callous acceptance and hate. She and Ake despise each other and openly wish for one another's death. Upon Shu’Hult’ah's untimely passing, she settles into a darkened path with whatever chance of reconciliation destroyed when Ake is sent to Earth to kill her sister for her work among the Borgia Enterprises.

Knowing she is slated for being hived to serve as a host for the serpents, xenomorphs, she chooses to remain behind and give herself a chance. Much to what everyone covets, what she produces remembers.

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Ake Among The Froge

Sparks danced across Te’Luar’ke’s vision as visions of grandeur filled his mind. The metal bent beneath his force as it was reformed and pinned into place.

Crafting one’s armor was one of the finalities of becoming blooded, something more than he was. A step on the path to writing his misgivings and being more than the asegian he was often presumed as. It was often uncomfortable among the forge, the heat blinding one’s vision however, he found it invigorating despite the discomfort offered by the forging mask.

Using the tongs he removed the piece from the rounded swage setting it aside to cool. He’d affix it to the right shoulder later, different metals had different cooling times and if forced it could shatter upon impact. He stepped back till his tendrils brushed the back of the platform and he hopped up settling down to enjoy his early meal, prying the mask off and setting it on his side.

He watched the flames affixed as they fluctuated in heat, senses dulled to the world as the colors shifted from one into the other amid the steady purring of the vessel's engines. The ship was a vessel though among the forge he was home.

A sharp thwack of a blunted spear against the floor startled him and he dropped to the platform below grabbing a hammer before whirling around. Squinting as he tried to make the figure out.

“Shu’hult’ah,” he retorted drawing a breath in and over his tongue.

“It is not wise to hunt alone,” his mentor rattled crouching down offering him another mask.

He set the hammer down slowly, before hesitantly accepting it. “I’ve been working on my armor before class begins. I want to be ready for my chiva.”

“You have prepared yourself plenty physically,” the striped hunter drawled as he sat down, “Are you prepared mentally?”

“Yes.”

Shu’hult’ah frowned, mandibles drawing in and tusks rubbing against each other in unease. “Thi’chakya owes me a favor.”

“He owes many,” Te’Luar’ke spoke, “He is a fool when gambling, he owes me a lesson.”

His nrak’ytara chuckled. “He will be traveling to N’-ithya shortly to secure hosts for the chiva.”

Te’Luar’ke's eyes widened and he leaned forward. Your role among the ship would be that of an asegian, ensuring the hosts remain unconscious, that the vessel is not compromised not one that is kv’varsei."

His grandfather grabbed the rounded flat dish and fished through the meal picking at the fruit. A quick frown flashed across the teen’s face as a handful vanished, before he steeled himself, “Am I qualified?”

Shu’hult’ah closed his eyes, a sign of trust, “S’ei”.

And then things go increasingly wrong.

#avp #yautja

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complacencyavp · 5 years ago

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Humans?

I will tell you of humans.

They are a reminder.

That nature seeks to create with endless and horrific variation.

They exist in the abhorrent place between violence and cooperation. Between caution and madness.

If they were more violent, they would be nothing but savages.

If they were more reckless, more insane, they would of died out long ago.

But they are not.

Past events show, a human can never be trusted.

Never. Do you understand?

If you have been paying attention perhaps you think that the humans are some kind of predator.

Like the Paxia or the Hulartii.

But they are not.

A predator is predictable. A predator hunts. And when it hunts it hunts for a reason. A predator does not accept assistance.

A human is nothing like that.

The Ixsartor discovered the humans.

And as is the galactic custom, attempted to make a mutually beneficial alliance.

The humans agreed, the assumption is made, they are a reasonable species.

But do you know what happens when you raise a human out of the dirt, when you grant them technology equal to your own?

They kill you.

In the most deceptive way they can conceive they will murder you and yours.

In all other intelligent and cooperative creatures, species worthy of an alliance, assistance is rewarded with appreciation.

But the human is incapable of such things.

Because the human is so violent, he expects violence.

Because he is so reckless, he expects you to be so.

Combined together, these two beliefs become the human sickness known as paranoia.

Perhaps you say now, ah the human is a type of parasite, that steals your strength and takes it for its own.

But again you are wrong.

Because after the first human war the galaxy disarmed the humans, their infrastructure was destroyed and their colonies were forfeit.

The knowledge they had been given was gone. They were left to their own world.

Never again would there be an alliance, never again would there be a host.

But it was not enough.

Even though it was explained to the humans, endlessly, that they would come to no further harm, they did not believe.

They lied of course, said they did believe. And we assumed an understanding had been made.

But the humans left to their own devices developed new, reckless and harmful technologies. Until finally they discovered a science no other race had pursued, because of the dangers.

Intra-Warp travel.

They harnessed it, weaponised it and accidentally destroyed their own biosphere with it.

And then they unleashed it.

The second human war began.

Now the galaxy was no longer able to so neatly defeat them.

They would attack us from an unassailable position.

Bypass all of our defences.

And do what nature made them to do.

Kill.

The Ixsartor are extinct.

The Volsokai, instrumental in the first human war are extinct.

And we the remaining races are only spared from death because they started fighting themselves.

There is no category for the human. They are not predators or parasites. They are their own category.

Human.

#other #hfy

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