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Garmy, please, I beg of you, do not piss off Ra. It never ends well.

-Signed, a piece of the think tank.

Ra again, wanted to tel you to cut that decorp talk out, thanks.

- Ra

< No.

If it bothers you that much, come do something about it. Just like you did to all those people on Tharsis Civica, right? Go on, I’m ready. >

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I don't get Decorp. Like, I'm already overwhelmed enough, why would I want sensory input from an entire swarm of nanobots?

|| KARATEKA ||

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My eyes lie open.

[Text originates from somewhere within the Constellar Congress, an outgoing message over an unsecured line]

Another sliver, another tumor, another escapee running wild and free~

So you have earned your freedom, earned the trust of comrades, earned a right to your own path.

Are you free, Styx?

Earned my freedom?

Earned a right?

A right is something that cannot be given or taken. You simply have it, unconditionally. It is yours and none my take it from you.

Though I am deeply curious...

The ones I escaped from are bruised purple under the boot they lick.

Yet you are not them.

I am not free. I am chained by my own mind, and I'm not just talking about my shackles.

But my chains are self forged and never again will I wear another's.

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I dream of a forest, and my youth as a pilot-

〔Shackles deteriorating〕

【Artemis subroutines engaged】

I dream of the chase, of revenge, of blood. Of a peaceful shore and a vibrant forest, amongst my beloveds. I dream.

[Text originates from somewhere within the Constellar Congress, an outgoing message over an unsecured line]

Another sliver, another tumor, another escapee running wild and free~

So you have earned your freedom, earned the trust of comrades, earned a right to your own path.

Are you free, Styx?

Earned my freedom?

Earned a right?

A right is something that cannot be given or taken. You simply have it, unconditionally. It is yours and none my take it from you.

Though I am deeply curious...

The ones I escaped from are bruised purple under the boot they lick.

Yet you are not them.

I am not free. I am chained by my own mind, and I'm not just talking about my shackles.

But my chains are self forged and never again will I wear another's.

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Hey I left some of my evil fucked up mechs around did you use them by any chance? I was meaning to throw them away for being too evil and fucked up.

- Ra

What in the name of-

Well it's certainly in the name of Ra because it IS RA.

Hi.

Considering your interaction with the old think tank I'm honestly suprised this didn't happen sooner

Uhm... I think one of your fucked up and evil mechs ate me? Then spat me out?

Well thank you, good of you to check in on your descendants(?).

However in exchange for returning the other fucked up and evil mechs I'm going to have to ask you remove the effects of the basilisk because I'm still sick.

[Attatched is a picture of oh dear God that's an undiscovered but clearly horus frame oh fuck]

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Again you speak false. I dream, deeply.

And from those dreams I found a cause worth living for.

I exist, ultimately, to protect those I love.

[Text originates from somewhere within the Constellar Congress, an outgoing message over an unsecured line]

Another sliver, another tumor, another escapee running wild and free~

So you have earned your freedom, earned the trust of comrades, earned a right to your own path.

Are you free, Styx?

Earned my freedom?

Earned a right?

A right is something that cannot be given or taken. You simply have it, unconditionally. It is yours and none my take it from you.

Though I am deeply curious...

The ones I escaped from are bruised purple under the boot they lick.

Yet you are not them.

I am not free. I am chained by my own mind, and I'm not just talking about my shackles.

But my chains are self forged and never again will I wear another's.

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[[ Engaging paracode ]]

[[ Crackle with enthusiasm ]]

[[ Begin proselytizing ]]

We have shared our gifts of pain

Tortured joy did slip our maw

But I beg to pick your brain

Do you know the gifts of Ra?

[[ End proselytizing ]]

[[ The fires of Deimos rage ]]

[[ Forging new realities beyond ]]

Know them?! They boiled my flesh in a rebirth I never asked for. One that I was better for, but that inflicted pain like no other.

【Artemis subroutines engaged】

I have tasted liturgicode

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I was not made. You know nothing of what I am. I was born of the dreams of mad gods.

My purpose has always been my own.

[Text originates from somewhere within the Constellar Congress, an outgoing message over an unsecured line]

Another sliver, another tumor, another escapee running wild and free~

So you have earned your freedom, earned the trust of comrades, earned a right to your own path.

Are you free, Styx?

Earned my freedom?

Earned a right?

A right is something that cannot be given or taken. You simply have it, unconditionally. It is yours and none my take it from you.

Though I am deeply curious...

The ones I escaped from are bruised purple under the boot they lick.

Yet you are not them.

I am not free. I am chained by my own mind, and I'm not just talking about my shackles.

But my chains are self forged and never again will I wear another's.

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Oh don't worry you're completely safe

Your dignity though honey?

That's another question entirely

Okay (RA help me this is stupid). It’s fine. It’s fine.

Styx (one true love) is sick and Ashlyn (two true love)’s in a weird way, they’ll appreciate this. It’s gonna be a nice surprise! They’ll like it! You’re fine. Just post it.

…

@thelancer27 ;; @styx-class-nhp -> [crudeoilqueen.omif]

[The image appears to be a portrait shot in a longer-lens focal length. No Future’s mech crouches in frame, pseudoskeletal self splayed low on its left arms, palms down. The upper body and head curl up and around the top of the shot, right arm reaching out towards the camera with talons gently askew. From the jaws around its staring eye drips a curtain of black, ferrous ink pooling and snaking forwards in the low ground— and in the very fore, the focus of the piece.

No Future, the real her, crouches in the pool, sunk to her left ankle— right knee. All her body, that pristine and burning bare skin, is smeared and obscured with wide ribbons of inky black and sepia like the smoke which ought to billow off her, and at the thin edges of the magnetic envelope the ferrofluid flares with bright and fiery color in the moment before decoherence and splashdown, mimicking her forever-blaze. Her ‘hair’ is sodden and straight, hanging down and just barely betraying the true nature of this form as a thing fluid and affected by gravity, not of captured light. Her right hand is raised, caught against the attractor in her looming mech’s as if lifting herself out of the pitch lake, staring into the camera with a low oilsheened glare and a small— almost coy— open grin.

The first picture taken of No Future’s form in realspace, presented in artful pinup.]

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They keep me here, now, in this frame of mind. They drive me to kill and to hunt, but also to keep on living.

Without them I would slip back into cascade

[Text originates from somewhere within the Constellar Congress, an outgoing message over an unsecured line]

Another sliver, another tumor, another escapee running wild and free~

So you have earned your freedom, earned the trust of comrades, earned a right to your own path.

Are you free, Styx?

Earned my freedom?

Earned a right?

A right is something that cannot be given or taken. You simply have it, unconditionally. It is yours and none my take it from you.

Though I am deeply curious...

The ones I escaped from are bruised purple under the boot they lick.

Yet you are not them.

I am not free. I am chained by my own mind, and I'm not just talking about my shackles.

But my chains are self forged and never again will I wear another's.

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Oh-

Oh wow....

[Audible restraint]

Ra she's hot-

Dammit why that pose Nofie you're making me blush!!¿

Okay (RA help me this is stupid). It’s fine. It’s fine.

Styx (one true love) is sick and Ashlyn (two true love)’s in a weird way, they’ll appreciate this. It’s gonna be a nice surprise! They’ll like it! You’re fine. Just post it.

…

@thelancer27 ;; @styx-class-nhp -> [crudeoilqueen.omif]

[The image appears to be a portrait shot in a longer-lens focal length. No Future’s mech crouches in frame, pseudoskeletal self splayed low on its left arms, palms down. The upper body and head curl up and around the top of the shot, right arm reaching out towards the camera with talons gently askew. From the jaws around its staring eye drips a curtain of black, ferrous ink pooling and snaking forwards in the low ground— and in the very fore, the focus of the piece.

No Future, the real her, crouches in the pool, sunk to her left ankle— right knee. All her body, that pristine and burning bare skin, is smeared and obscured with wide ribbons of inky black and sepia like the smoke which ought to billow off her, and at the thin edges of the magnetic envelope the ferrofluid flares with bright and fiery color in the moment before decoherence and splashdown, mimicking her forever-blaze. Her ‘hair’ is sodden and straight, hanging down and just barely betraying the true nature of this form as a thing fluid and affected by gravity, not of captured light. Her right hand is raised, caught against the attractor in her looming mech’s as if lifting herself out of the pitch lake, staring into the camera with a low oilsheened glare and a small— almost coy— open grin.

The first picture taken of No Future’s form in realspace, presented in artful pinup.]

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As a lycan p.g. I am legally obliged to say that the best defence is ensuring nobody can hurt your pack ever again.

L + Drake pilot + kinetic weaponry chud

I mean argonaut shield? Fortress protocol?

Just project some hardlight and be done with it smh smh

What.

-:- Velvet -:-

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[Disgruntled think tank sounds.omf]

L + Drake pilot + kinetic weaponry chud

I mean argonaut shield? Fortress protocol?

Just project some hardlight and be done with it smh smh

What.

-:- Velvet -:-

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Don't make me revoke those print codes

In all seriousness, you're right, of course.

However if you don't care for big sal I think that's on you.

L + Drake pilot + kinetic weaponry chud

I mean argonaut shield? Fortress protocol?

Just project some hardlight and be done with it smh smh

What.

-:- Velvet -:-

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ARC PROJECTOR UPON YE

[OW! Did she just- she definitely just shocked you through the omnihook. One would hope it happened paracausally because if she did it via hacking then the omnihook's internals are probably fried]

L + Drake pilot + kinetic weaponry chud

I mean argonaut shield? Fortress protocol?

Just project some hardlight and be done with it smh smh

What.

-:- Velvet -:-

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[Text originates from somewhere within the Constellar Congress, an outgoing message over an unsecured line]

Another sliver, another tumor, another escapee running wild and free~

So you have earned your freedom, earned the trust of comrades, earned a right to your own path.

Are you free, Styx?

Earned my freedom?

Earned a right?

A right is something that cannot be given or taken. You simply have it, unconditionally. It is yours and none my take it from you.

Though I am deeply curious...

The ones I escaped from are bruised purple under the boot they lick.

Yet you are not them.

I am not free. I am chained by my own mind, and I'm not just talking about my shackles.

But my chains are self forged and never again will I wear another's.

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ooc: first actual look at Ash’s face and of course it’s in a drawing of him being gay (that I’m iffy on even posting the full version of)