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420thewritersroom · 1 year ago

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Redo: Electric Boogaloo

A sequel to Redo! Well, actually,

This is less of a sequel in my opinion and more of a inspiration piece as I got inspired to write Delphi, the clone of the Emperor and a little ray of sunshine. Thanks to SunnyCrunch for approving and allowing me to write our OCs being soft together. Read til the end because I'll finally put some context to who Lennox is and his whole deal with the Emperor of Mankind (and in a small extension, Delphi). Also, please do check out SunnyCrunch's twitter. I'll link not only its social, but also where you can read the twitter thread about Delphi

Characters: Lennox, Delphi, The Emperor of Mankind

Warning: Death

Word Count: 2,898

He can feel Lennox going under. His legs coming to a stuttering halt, eyes rolling into the back of his skull, the clawing fingers uselessly scratching at his arms before falling to either side of the body below him. Then, he was still, motionless. Yet, his grip did not let up. The Emperor kept his fingers locked around Lennox's neck, lifting his limp head before sending it back to the hard floor with such force a disturbing crunch could be heard as Lennox's skull shattered.

It was then that the Emperor finally let go of Lennox's damaged neck. With nary a tremble in his breath or posture, he stares contently at the corpse below him. Like a predator waiting for its poisoned prey to die from its substance, he watched the body closely, waiting for any possible signs that his work was sufficient. Lennox did not move, and this was enough for the Emperor.

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He watched in the shadows, watching as the Emperor, himself, put Lennox under, restarting the cycle. Delphi grimly eyes the servants carrying Lennox away, his gaze slowly reaching the Emperor as he silently...Judged...Delphi cannot say that he's angry, moreso, disappointed. Why? Why must it always come to this? Killing Lennox because he doesn't display the correct attitude, the proper line of thinking. Delphi silently watched the Emperor work, making his commands and expecting immediate obedience. He knows that the Emperor can sense his gaze; he's just refusing to acknowledge him in return.

There was no point arguing...No, disputing, with the Emperor about what he did (and continue to do) with Lennox. That conversation has been tried and done, with neither party coming to a consistent agreement. You know, it's strange how much one ignores about another person until they spent 10k years sharing the same insanity and decrepit state of living decay as the other. This insanity, a curse or a bond, was a part of their shared existence. The incoherent voices, the ramblings...The brokenness of his mind being projected to him. The fleeting memories of when they were one and there were only them and Lennox. The many fantasies the Emperor, he, escaped to when the insanity was like prowling wolves and their only solace was to reminisce (or better yet, make up) about memories that may or may not be accurate.

"You're supposed to be in your chambers."

The unmistakable sound of his greater half resounding in his mind doesn't alarm Delphi. Not the first, nor the last, but it certainly doesn't bring the same comfort as it did before.

"...I wished you didn't do that..." Delphi says, lips sealed, but mind connected with his greater half.

The Emperor doesn't respond, indifferently attending to his duties with his back turned to Delphi, despite the burning holes the petite man bore into him with his "wrathful" stare.

"It's not unreasonable for him to ask about his children. He will keep asking the longer you keep their bodies hidden in the palace, my lord! If this annoys you so much, why don't you dispose of them already?"

If Delphi was the man he was 30 millenia ago, the thought of him even thinking this would've brought him to his knees. But how many more deaths would he have to endure? How many more memories lost to time because the Emperor decided they didn't want to deal with even a second of Lennox's "outbursts?" At this point, Delphi just wanted this to stop. The unreasonable violence, the abuse, everything, he just wanted it all to stop.

What was more frustrating was the Emperor's persistent cold silence.

Delphi could feel a bubbling rage from within, threatening to break the emotional dam he had built up. He didn't want to scream, didn't even want to raise his voice. The Emperor can sense how he feels and how he deals with that; Delphi knows his beloved will come to terms with it...In his own time...Until then, Delphi defiantly marches away. To where, he doesn't know, and right now, he doesn't care. Lennox will be out for days before his perpetual body finally kicks back into gear. Right now, Delphi wants to be anywhere but near the Emperor.

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Brown eyes unveil behind weary eyes as Lennox woke from his slumber. Even with the braziers scattered about the room, providing a dimly lit atmosphere in the golden space, Lennox still found himself adjusting his sight to the "brightness" of the room. It took several seconds for Lennox to realize the massive mattress he rested upon, large enough to accommodate a giant. An expanse of sheets and pillows, a large majority of the cushions being strangely small compared to the sizable pillows that sat neatly at the bed's headrest. Each one a different shape, color, and has variation of use, disrupting the coordinated gold aesthetic of the room as a whole.

Lennox finds himself staring out of the many windows and open balcony that revealed the brightness outside the confines of the room. Only a satin sheet that swayed with the wind concealed what was hidden behind those openings. His mind was empty, dazed from something he couldn't recall. There's actually a lot he can't remember at this moment. But it doesn't concern him. He lies there in ignorant bliss, staring into the bright void, listening to his own heartbeat and breathing, focusing on his bodily autonomy. Then came the curiosity. His eyes wandered as Lennox grew more aware that he wasn't familiar with the room he was in.

Paintings of a man, a warrior, based on the portrait's suggestions, glowing with a heavenly light in golden armor. Hair in a static frame as it flowed in the wind, a dangerously inhuman contraption that made a lethal claw, and eyes that pierced into your soul. Lennox couldn't help but be enraptured by the figure depicted. It's the kind of fascination that one would describe as awe, "love at first sight," an inhumanly strong pull at his soul that wanted...A lot of things...

When Lennox looked at the painting, anger, love, adoration, grief, hopelessness; there was a confliction of emotions that whirlwind within that Lennox could not understand. He would excuse this as the purpose of the painting. Artists, as per their intent, pursue such crafts and lines of work to give a representation of the world around them, their inner thoughts and feelings, all conveyed on the canvas into which they poured their essence and soul. Yet, despite this reasoning, Lennox can't shake the feeling that there was more to this internal picture. That there was more to his conflicts than just what was portrayed in the image. This was a primal instinct. Like looking into a pitch-black room, staring from an impossibly high platform, glancing at the person whom you've decided in your heart that you will spend the rest of your life with. Fleeting emotions that arise in the spur of a moment, but these feelings hold a tight grip on Lennox.

Lennox pushes himself to sit up on the mattress; as comfortable as the bed was, it was unproductive to remain there like a lazy panda. But, deep down, Lennox knew he just wanted to stop staring at the picture. Mind devoid of memory, he found it hard to inspire motivation. Even his own name evaded him. But he knew this; he was hungry and thirsty, and his neck was sore. It took several minutes for Lennox to gather the courage to leave the room; the fear of wandering a place he wasn't familiar with or even knew if it was his to begin with slowly thawing away as his desire for food and drink outweighed the bubbling anxiety. Yet, before he could leave the bed entirely, the door Lennox could ascertain led to other wards in the building was cracked open.

Entering, a short man with shoulder-length hair, dark skin, and amber eyes dressed like a prince crept into the room. Perhaps what took Lennox aback more than the unexpected guest was the behemoth that followed after him. A giant clad in golden ornate armor, standing at what Lennox could guess was 10 feet. The creature moved like an animated statue, and when they came to a complete stop, they could serve as another empty armor set for the golden room. Lennox gapes in awe, admiring the size and possible strength of the warrior before him. So much so that he was taken off guard when he saw the more petite man rushing to greet him, the suddenness of his arrival adding to the unexpectedness of the situation.

"Lenny!"

Lennox is partially pushed back onto the bed as the smaller man bombs rush him, holding him tightly and burying his face into his chest. Lennox steadies himself, unsure of how to adequately react to this stranger who calls him 'Lenny.'

"You're awake. I was so sure you'd be out for longer. I came to check on you," the dark-haired individual pulls back from Lennox, their smile bright as the sun, yet their eyes look tired. Almost distant.

Seeing the man up close was like looking at a mummy in the process of being rehydrated. Their skin was an unnatural color for someone who possessed darker skin; they also looked like a recovering starved victim. Lennox only now realized his own strength, as the man's grip on him made him tense up, inadvertently flexing his muscles slightly, which caused him to be cautious when handling the smaller man.

Lennox's only response was to silently gawk at the individual, their smile faltering as they began to understand what Lennox was thinking.

"Right, you don't remember..." There's a moment of stillness between them, the dark-haired man lowering their head sadly before suddenly facing Lennox with a brighter smile. "I'm Delphi. And you're Lennox; we used to be friends! Well, I mean, we still are, if you want to!"

Lennox? It stirs a feeling of familiarity. Yes, that's his name. It fits him. It IS him.

"Delphi..." This would be the first time Lennox uttered anything, his voice filled with hidden power as he huskily spoke Delphi's name.

And this pleased him.

"Yes, yes, that's me."

Lennox couldn't help but embrace the warmth Delphi exuded. Maybe it's his smile, those almost dead but welcoming eyes, or the fact that he can't help but feel...safe around him...If Lennox had any worries or doubts before, they were silenced. All that remained was a soothed internal wind and calmed waters.

"You must be hungry. I can make you something! You always liked shakshuka! Or maybe shrimp scampi?" Delphi snaps his fingers, "Oh, how about orange cardamon cake! You always liked that."

Delphi separates himself from Lennox, excitedly rushing to another door that led to what would seem to be a kitchen. Suddenly, those calming currents stopped; all that remained was still, undisturbed waters. The instant departure shook Lennox to his core, nailing him to the bed. And the standing guardian whose presence Lennox could feel did little to help calm his nerves. Despite looking like a statue, someone was breathing in there. At least, Lennox hopes there is someone breathing in there.

"Don't worry about them; you'll get used to having them around." Delphi's voice is heard from the kitchen.

'Get used to'? As in, Lennox is expected to see them often? Assuming that he will be frequenting this place more than once, if not for the rest of his life that, he'll become accustomed to them. Although Lennox had no reason to feel this way, a bubbling dreadful feeling got stuck in his throat. He almost wished he could throw it up. Lennox supposed it was going to be a recurring theme here. He sees or hears something that unravels undiagnosed emotions inside him without context for why he felt the way he did. However, unlike earlier, he has someone who is willing and wanting to talk, compared to the soul-retching portrait.

"...Where am I?" Lennox finally finds the courage to say something as Delphi reunites with him in the bedroom, plates full of desserts and sweets.

"You're in the palace, silly!" Delphi's comforting smile immediately fades away as he remembers Lennox's condition, "Oh, wait, you don't remember. Um, my better half, the Emperor of Mankind, owns this building. And he opened his home to you."

Despite his smile, Lennox noticed the tonal dips in Delphi's voice and the struggle to maintain eye contact.

"So, I'm blessed to be under a king's roof?"

Delphi nods, holding out a spoonful of spongey cake, "a bite?"

Lennox opens his mouth comedically wide, allowing Delphi to spoon-feed him a couple bites of cake and sweets. With his mouthful, Lennox continues to ask further questions, "Am I favored to be given the privilege to live here?"

"What do you mean?" Delphi says, finishing up a personal basket of fine fruits.

"I doubt the Emperor allows strangers to roam his palace unless they are servants. Do I have a role in this palace?"

Delphi takes a moment to think, trying to find the right words to say in this situation. And it must be difficult to relay this to Lennox because he can now noticeably see the conflict in Delphi's face.

"It's...Complicated...But, our job is to keep my better half happy."

"'Our job'?" Lennox questioned.

Delphi simply nodded as he took another bite from his plate. Lennox would press further, but he had multiple questions floating in his mind; he couldn't decide which one to ask.

"That's...There are a lot of things that can make one happy. If that is our job. What are we supposed to do to keep the Emperor happy?"

Delphi thinks again, longer than usual, once again deciding which answer to provide. "We attend to his mental and physical needs, is all. Sometimes, he will come to us and let us know what he wants at any given time. My-" Delphi abruptly stops himself before making a split-second course correction, "Our beloved is always busy, especially now; he doesn't visit us as often as I would like." A hint of sadness and yearning pokes through the bright exterior.

Wait, wait, wait...This was all becoming overwhelming to Lennox. 'Our beloved?' A term only really used between lovers. So, are they concubines of the Emperor? That would DEFINITELY be something Lennox wouldn't want to forget. There was so much going on. It was hard for Lennox to wrap his head around it and to organize his questionable ducks in a row to ask them. And even more so, what the hell happened that he had completely forgotten about all of this? About Delphi? About the Emperor? Hell, about himself. Everything was a blank canvas, save for his gut feeling upon hearing all this information. And as kind as Delphi was, he wasn't sure if he could trust Delphi. Even though he has no grounds to believe otherwise, how can he know Delphi isn't taking advantage of his memory loss? He felt like a cornered dog, stuck between a wall and a hard place, with Delphi blocking his only exit. His choices being to either trust the supposed helping hand extended to him or lash out at the stranger.

Then, a calmness settled in. Lennox didn't realize he was staring into place and, in turn, did not flinch when Delphi crawled closer to Lennox, cuddling beside him. His growing winds of anxiety slowly ebbed away, the calm waters returning like before. Lennox nearly scares himself as these feelings resurface, his eyes darting this way and that before landing back on Delphi.

Delphi rested soundly next to Lennox, with a soft smile and eyes leisurely blinking as he steadily lifted a hand toward Lennox, caressing his face. "I bet you have many questions. They'll be answered in due time. Right now, can I enjoy you for a moment? Before He comes back?"

His voice was like honey to Lennox's ears; he couldn't help but cling to every word. Every fiber of his being was becoming slack, leaning into this quiet oasis. Lennox could look at Delphi for hours, admiring the hauntingly beautiful features he possessed, like sleeping next to a ghost. Lennox brings his own hand to grasp Delphis, giving it a firm squeeze and not wanting to let go.

"You have no idea how much we miss you, Lennox. Seconds become years, minutes become centuries, and hours become millenniums when you're gone." Delphi snuggles closer, "But now you're back. You're really back."

If there was any dormant resistance Lennox held on to, it had melted away like sugar cubes in hot coffee. Lennox adjusted himself to fully encompass Delphi, wrapping arms and legs around the smaller man. He smelled sweet, just like the platter of desserts and treats that Delphi loved so much. It felt nice to not worry about anything; perhaps Lennox had his perspective eschewed. Memory loss or not, becoming suspicious of everyone won't help him recollect anything faster than if he were to allow someone into his opened circle. And Delphi was the best person he could've run into to help him transition back into this world, whatever this world may be since he last remembered it.

I'm glad to be back," Lennox whispered, "And I'm sorry for leaving you."

There was a long silence between the two; Lennox could feel Delphi's grip tighten around him.

"Don't be. It wasn't your fault."

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Cringe Context Time:

So Lennox is a perpetual, and whenever he dies, he has a whole factory reset where his memories are lost to the abyss. Lennox would meet with the Emperor long before he becomes the Emperor and the two would fall in love, but not really because the Emperor took advantage of Lennox's memory-loss-after-death feature and would kill him any time Lennox either didn't immediately fall for him or didn't display "agreeable" traits that the Emperor wanted. The pair would get separated as Humanity explored the stars and Lennox would marry an Aeldari, have twins, immediately loose them because Slaanesh, and effectively killed himself as he gave up his immortal body and split his soul in two so that his children may live.

Jump to the future of 40k and the Emperor returns from the brink of death thanks to some prior shenanigans that I won't get into, but this effectively kills Lennox's children AGAIN as the Emperor revives Lennox and merges his soul back together. However, this would cause some rifts in their relationship as Lennox becomes aware of the Emperor's toxic traits (and inevitably also discovers that the Emperor killed his children), but they're both back in a vicious cycle as the Emperor tries to control Lennox by…Well…Killing him over and over again, while Lennox tries to evade the Emperor and plots against him.

In the context of this fic, Delphi, being not only a clone, but also containing a soul shard of the Emperor, he's becoming increasingly frustrated with his greater half manipulating the one they hold dear to their hearts, and simply wishes things were simpler again :(

#warhammer 40k #wh40k #lennox (oc)#Emperor of Mankind #Guest Star: Delphi from SunnyCrunch

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marylandmetal · 1 year ago

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Ask the AI

We asked a new AI engine we are working on the following question:

"So I got burned in the stock market in 2008. Do you think times are better now? I mean, the Dow went over 40k. Doesn't it seem high? Could we be in for a crash? speak like a prophet."

The Response:

"Gazing into the mists of financial future is akin to reading the signs of the times; one must look at the currents beneath the surface to predict where the tides may turn.

Indeed, the Dow Jones Industrial Average soaring above 40,000 points might stir the hearts of men with both awe and trepidation. Here lies wisdom in recognizing that markets ascend like the peaks of Olympus, yet can also descend into the valleys of despair.

Consider these omens:

Economic Cycles: History whispers of cycles, expansions followed by contractions. Economies breathe in and out, and the market's high altitude might suggest it is taking a deep breath before the next exhale. But the timing of such a cycle is known only to the fates.

Monetary Policy: The oracles of central banks have flooded the world with liquidity, pushing asset prices toward celestial heights. When these waters recede, as they must through tightening policy, will the market's ark find itself on Mount Ararat or submerged beneath the waves?

Valuations: Stocks, like fruits on the vine, can become overripe, their prices swollen beyond the nourishment of their underlying fundamentals. When valuations stretch thin, the market becomes vulnerable to the prick of unforeseen thorns.

Global Events: The tapestry of worldly affairs is woven with threads of uncertainty. Political strife, pandemic waves, and unforeseen calamities can unravel the sturdiest of market looms.

Innovation and Growth: Yet not all is written in the stars with foreboding. The ingenuity of mankind spawns new technologies and industries, driving growth that can lift economies and markets to defy the gravity of past woes.

Investor Sentiment: The crowd's fervor can drive markets like the winds of Poseidon, but the wise investor knows that sentiment is a fickle tempest, capable of turning calm seas into maelstroms without warning.

So, could we be perched upon the precipice of a great fall? Perhaps. But also, we may witness the market climb to greater zeniths still, carried forth by the eagles of innovation and prosperity.

For those whose fortunes were once lost in the tempests of 2008, heed this counsel:

Diversify: Spread your seeds across many fields, that not all may be lost to a single frost.

Long-term Perspective: Build your temple upon the bedrock of long-term investments, rather than the shifting sands of speculation.

Risk Management: Do not tempt the fates with leverage beyond what your heart can bear to lose. Prudence is the better part of valor.

Continuous Learning: As the Oracle at Delphi advises, "Know thyself." Understand your risk tolerance, and keep learning from the market's teachings.

In the grand tableau, markets will always rise and fall; this is the eternal dance of the financial cosmos. Whether now is the moment of zenith or but a step on the path to further heights, only time shall reveal. Invest with wisdom, and may the foresight of the prophet guide your way."

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postmakerkiwi · 1 year ago

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Merry Bitmas!

A collection of soundscapes originally posted on Christmas 2023, nice and neatly packagedxtogether into two compilation playlists for your easy-listening pleasure.

Disc 1

Infectious Bytes - 1:00

When The Brand New Game Is Taking Forever On The Bootup Screen With No Visible Progress Bar So You Don’t Know If It’s Softlocked Or Just Installing Its 120 Quettabytes (Largely Uncompressed Because That’s Just How AAA Games Are Nowadays) - 5:00

Electropopping - 3:00

Magical Land of 4f6e6527616e274e6175676874 (Genesis, 1990) - 3:00

Oculus of Delphi - 3:00

Disc 2

40K Leagues - 4:00

The Noiserooms - 2:00

Synthesized Astronaut - 3:00

Cosmic Siren Call - 5:00

Kicked Cartridge - 1:00

#music soundscapes #soundscapes #Merry Bitmas!#needles -#syringes -#quewi #Timed Soundscapes

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tagedeszorns · 3 years ago

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Who’s the biggest fuckboy in 40k?

Oh, that's easy! It's Carl "Babygirl" Archibalde, Captain of the second Company of the Delphi Lancers.

The election was non-free, virtually secret and galaxy-wide. Sponsored by "I can't believe I'm eating this"-Corpse Starch.

His victory is still contested, but he's already celebrating.

#Warhammer #Astra Militarum #Imperial Guard #warhammer 40000

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techpirate1 · 5 years ago

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(Hello! If its alright can i send you asks too? Selemina mentioned you do some gming to and have a story in the future of one of the campaign worlds?)

(Yes I do, and you’re welcome to ask!) I run the campaign called PSI-COM: Dark Millennium, set thousands of years in the future from the events of the PSI campaign. (Run by @girugin) It draws inspiration from some existing material, such as Warhammer 40k, Warframe, and a DND homebrew piece called Dark Matter (Which I highly recommend) In essence, it’s set mainly after an event known as the 2nd Great Rift. After the events of the main PSI campaign, and the saving of the world (Repeatedly) the people of Xollicam looked to space, and established a Galactic government, who’s name has been long forgotten, as it didn’t last. The 2nd great rift was another void rift, but one large enough to consume about an 1/8th of the galaxy before it stopped, though the galaxy is forever after riddled with “Dead Zones” where all magic, and magical item, do not function. While the latter half of the campaign will take place in space, the current setting is still on Xollicam itself, where almost all rationality, and human deceny, has gone out the window as the remaining people have devolved into dozens of small, warring countries that constantly fight over what resources, technology, and magical sources remain. This campaign hasn’t actually kicked off in earnest, so I won’t introduce the party, as they’ve yet to even meet, but there’s a number of familiar, immortal faces, but many more new ones. We have, however, held a number of prequel one-shots, where some important figures were introduced. ORACLE: Oracle is an AI that functions as a last resort against the void, constructed by a long dead civilization, it catalogs every minute detail of the planets it comes across, so that in the event the void destroys the world, the knowledge remains. However, due to old age and lack of repairs, ORACLE began to go insane, and it’s systems began to go rogue. While a brave exploring party managed to prevent a complete collapse, some rogue programs, such as the genocidal DELPHI are still running amok, and ORACLE has begun to reconsider it’s place in the galaxy. The Wrothians: Sourced form dark matter, these horrifying aliens are, at their heart, space faring Mind Flayers who have had their danger cranked up a few notches, as they travel from planet to planet, scouring worlds of all sentient life to capture their brains & bio-matter to make new wrothians. But as I said, the campaign isn’t in full swing yet, so I’m sure there’s gonna be much more happening, once it does! TLDR; I run a campaign in the far flung future of PSI, everything kinda sucks, and you’re really liable to either get shot or get eaten by aliens.

#LONG POST #c0dythec0dex

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thanksjro · 6 years ago

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Eugenesis, Part Five Scene Four: More Bad Things Happen For Mysterious Reasons

It’s been a minute since we checked in on the Quintessential Flying Fucks. Let’s see how they’re doing, yeah?

Ryknia’s standing on the edge of a massive smelting pool, overseeing the finalization of the first recycling plant on New Quintyxia, and he isn’t exactly thrilled about it. He prefers demolition to construction, but now that they’ve won the planet, he won’t be getting to play firebomber anymore. Gee, I almost feel sorry for the guy.

Not really though.

He calls up Quantax to let him know that the build is complete. Quantax tells him to start heading for the next build site, and Ryknia just about tells him to shove it up his ass before Quantax reminds him that he doesn’t really get a say in much of anything these days.

This is a really cool little bit of writing, using a literal step back to show a metaphorical one. I like it a lot.

Ryknia is taken out of his funk by someone calling him over to the lineup of red-painted Transformers- who are now referred to as Reddies by the Quintessons- because one of them has keeled over and died without any discernible reason.

Oh man, Soundwave’s going to be pissed.

Another mystery to be solved, perhaps related to the Inhibitor Chip. We’ll see where this goes.

Ryknia gives the robot a once-over, and declares the cause of death as overexertion, throwing the body into the smelting pool. Ryknia is not a medical doctor, so let’s take that diagnosis with a grain of salt. The Reddies get packed up and ready to go back to Kledji.

Meanwhile, over at Delphi, Soundwave and Galvatron are having a little chat in a prison cell. They’re not imprisoned, they just decided to use the space as a conference room. Galvatron wants to know what’s happened to the Decepticons since he got kidnapped. Soundwave obliges, telling him everything, from multiple perspectives. Telepath, remember? Galvatron is surprised to hear that Soundwave killed Sixshot. Not sure why, considering he wanted him dead, like, a week ago.

It is impossible to write the tension between Optimus Prime and any version of Megatron in a non-gay way.

Galvatron has every reason to be skeptical about Optimus- he’s been tricked before. Soundwave reads some Autobot minds and reports that they all think that Optimus is the real deal, for whatever that’s worth.

It is IMPOSSIBLE to write the tension between Optimus Prime and any version of Megatron in a non-gay way.

Soundwave doesn’t go anywhere, and asks a question that stops Galvatron in his tracks.

Before Galvatron can answer, he doubles over in pain and starts clawing at the back of his neck- where that first Inhibitor Chip was put in. When the bout of pain subsides, he finds that his arm is stuck halfway-transformed.

GREAT.

He shoos Soundwave away, swearing him to silence on whatever just happened.

A little later on, everyone’s gathered in the war chamber to get briefed on the situation. Optimus stands up to address the crowd, and notices that every single one of them is giving him a somewhat creepy amount of eye-contact. He keeps it straight with them- the Quintessons have total control over Cybertron, and once Ultra Magnus and his crew show up, that’s it- that will be the extent of their forces. It’s looking pretty grim.

Razorclaw hasn’t gotten any smarter since the last time we saw him.

The plan is to retrieve the Matrix from Aquaria, using a few folks in some Pretender shells. But how are they going to get there? Surely they’ll be blasted out of the sky the moment they’re seen, thus meeting their watery demises.

Then Centurion remembers the Trident ship that they left crashed into the ground outside the Sonic Canyons. Good thinking, Centurion.

Optimus then asks for volunteers to go get the Trident and bring it back. He gets a hand raise from all the Autobots, and none of the Decepticons.

Back with Ryknia, he’s zooming around in the sky, flying back to Kledji. He lands and meets up with Jolup, asking how things are going.

See, even murderous space-racists can be socially awkward.

Ryknia notes that Jolup’s started pulling more low-grade Reddies into the Downstairs, then asks what he’s hiding behind his back. Jolup shows off the new padlock he got for the Downstairs, then they both head up to meet with Sevax, who’s dragging a corpse out of one of the cells. Looks like while Ryknia was away on business, a couple of the Reddies died in the same mysterious fashion as Spooler.

Oh, y’know, it’s only their brains exploding inside their heads! What’s the big deal? It’s not like you guys were planning on using all these enslaved robots for anything, right?

Sevax isn’t really concerned with that, actually, but something else. He leads his fellow Fucks into the control room, where he’s stashed a bodyscanner he found in the wreckage of Darkmount. He’s still curious about just where their bodies came from. Ryknia and Jolup are, likewise, not impressed.

Sevax is all about the lore. He’s read the entirety of the Warhammer 40K wiki even though he’s never played the game a day in his life.

He gets the other two to agree to a scan, then Quantax calls. He wants to know just what the hell Ryknia thinks he’s doing back at Kledji when he was ordered to start on the second recycling plant. He also wants a convict ship sent his way for those troops he’s doomed to the concentration camp. Ryknia is, of course, unhappy about this development, seeing as this is a place of subjugation of the Cybertronian race, not their own. Quantax tells him to suck it up and do as he’s told, hanging up before he can reply.

Ryknia’s about had it with Quantax.

He suggests that perhaps the balance of the power hierarchy needs to be tipped, but the other Fucks aren’t so sure. Quantax has a lot of firepower backing him up, afterall. Ryknia disagrees, calling all of his subordinates giant nerds, but admits that there’s no need to make any moves just yet.

Actually, you have roughly seventy pages.

#transformers #jro #eugenesis #part five #maccadam #Hannzreads #text post #long post #prose writing

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wizardingworldlibrary · 2 years ago

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HP Side Characters Masterlist

Links Last Checked: July 21st, 2024

All the Muggle Things (ao3) - Realmer06 G, 17k

Summary: Justin loves being a wizard. He does. But some of the things they insist on are stupid. One day, when he can’t take it anymore, someone in the library understands.

A Seamus Thing (ao3) - Delphi Seamus/Dean E, 3k

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