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THE NEW AND IMPROVED CASSANDRA CAIN READING GUIDE

Cassandra Cain is the daughter of assassins David Cain and Sandra Wu-San (better known as Lady Shiva), and was raised by Cain. She is an expert hand-to-hand combatant, and able to read body language to the point of interpreting complex thoughts, but learning to communicate better through speech and text. She has operated as a vigilante under the names of Batgirl, Kasumi, Black Bat, and Orphan, and is currently sharing the title of Batgirl with Stephanie Brown and Barbara Gordon.

Basic Reading

Batgirl (2000)

Batman: Gates of Gotham (2011)

Detective Comics (2016) #934-987

Batman and the Outsiders (2019)

Batgirls (2021)

Spirit World (2023)

Birds of Prey (2023)

Cassandra's major appearances are listed in chronological order (mostly) under the cut. My favorites are bolded.

No Man's Land

All issues collected in Batman: No Man's Land (2011) vol. 2-4. I recommend reading the entire event.

Batman (1940) #567 [first appearance]

Detective Comics (1937) #734

Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight #120 [Cassandra takes up Batgirl mantle]

Azrael: Agent of the Bat #56-57

Batman (1940) #569

The Batman Chronicles #18

Azrael: Agent of the Bat #60-61

Robin (1993) #73

As Batgirl

Issues that are part of events may be confusing out of context.

Batman: Gotham Knights #2, 5

Batman: Gotham City Secret Files and Origins [first story]

Batgirl (2000) #1-2

Young Justice (1998) #21

Batgirl (2000) #3-11, 12 [Officer Down start]

Birds of Prey (1999) #27

Catwoman (1993) #90 [Officer Down end]

Batgirl (2000) Annual #1, #13-19

Harley Quinn (2000) #10

Robin (1993) #88 [first meeting with Stephanie Brown]

Batgirl (2000) #20, 21 [Joker: Last Laugh start]

Joker: Last Laugh #3

Supergirl (1996) #63 [transphobia cw, Joker: Last Laugh end]

DC First: Batgirl/Joker

Batgirl (2000) #22-23, 24 [Bruce Wayne: Murderer? / Fugitive start]

Robin (1993) #98

Batgirl (2000) #25-29

Batman (1940) #605 [Bruce Wayne: Murderer? / Fugitive end]

Batgirl: Secret Files and Origins

Batgirl (2000) #30-32

Batman: Gotham Knights #33, 35

Batgirl (2000) #33-38

Batman: Family #7

Detective Comics (1937) #782 [backup], 790

Nightwing (1996) #81

Superboy (1994) #85 [first meeting with Kon-El/Conner Kent]

Batgirl (2000) #39-44

Batman: Gotham Knights #42, 45-46, 48-49

Robin (1993) #119

Batgirl (2000) #45-47

Superman/Batman #5

Batgirl (2000) #48-50

Birds of Prey (1999) #61, 63

Batgirl (2000) #51-53

Solo #10 [third story]

Detective Comics (1937) #796 [backup]

Robin (1993) #127-128

Batgirl (2000) #54

War Games

All issues collected in Batman: War Games (2015). I don't recommend reading the entire event.

Detective Comics (1937) #797

Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight #182

Nightwing (1996) #96

Batgirl (2000) #55

Batman (1940) #631

Batgirl (2000) #56

Nightwing (1996) #98

Batgirl (2000) #57

Batgirl in Bludhaven

Robin (1993) #132 [Fresh Blood start]

Batgirl (2000) #58

Robin (1993) #133

Batgirl (2000) #59 [Fresh Blood end]

Batman Allies: Secret Files and Origins 2005 [third story]

Batgirl (2000) #60-73

With the League of Assassins and Deathstroke

I don't recommend reading anything in this section except Batgirl (2008) #6.

Robin (1993) #148-151, 161-162

Supergirl (2005) #14

World War III #2

Teen Titans (2003) #43-46

Batman and the Outsiders (2007)

Batgirl (2008) [recap of this era. Bruce adopts Cassandra]

As Black Bat

Battle for the Cowl: The Network

Batgirl (2009) #1 [Cassandra gives Batgirl mantle to Stephanie]

Red Robin #17

Batman Incorporated (2011) #6

Red Robin #25

Batman: Gates of Gotham

As Orphan

The New 52 reboot changed Cassandra’s origins, personality, and relationships with other characters. Rebirth was a soft reboot that kept New 52 canon but brought back elements from the previous continuity.

Batman and Robin Eternal #1-9, 11-14, 17-26 [New 52]

Detective Comics (2016) #934-940 [Rebirth]

Batman (2016) #7 [Night of the Monster Men start]

Nightwing (2016) #5

Detective Comics (2016) #941

Batman (2016) #8

Nightwing (2016) #6

Detective Comics (2016) #942 [Night of the Monster Men end], 943-962

Red Hood and the Outlaws (2016) #15

Detective Comics (2016) #963-964

Batgirl and the Birds of Prey #15-17

Detective Comics (2016) #965-981, 983-987

Batman and the Outsiders (2019)

DC: The Doomed and the Damned [seventh story]

Batman: The Joker War Zone [second story]

Batman (2016) #104

Return of Batgirl

The Infinite Frontier reboot considers all past continuities canon.

Infinite Frontier #0

Batman Secret Files: The Signal

Batman: Urban Legends #3, 5, 7, 8, 10, 14

The Joker (2021) #3-4, 7, 11-12, 15

Detective Comics (2016) #1038 [backup], 1049, 1052, 1057

Batman (2016) #112 [main], 115-116 [backups]

Nightwing (2016) #85-86

Batman (2016) #117 [backup]

Batgirls #1-6

Task Force Z #8

DC Pride: Tim Drake Special

Robin (2021) #15

Detective Comics (2016) #1061

Batgirls #7

Catwoman (2018) #45

Batgirls #8-12

Batman One Bad Day: Two-Face

Tim Drake: Robin #4

Batgirls Annual 2022, #13-19

Lazarus Planet: Dark Fate [fourth story]

Spirit World (2023)

Birds of Prey (2023) #1- [ongoing]

Detective Comics (2016) #1084 [backup]

Other Appearances

Ghost/Batgirl [Dark Horse Comics crossover]

Batman: Outlaws #2

Batman: City of Light [not recommended]

Justice League Elite [as Kasumi]

Wonder Woman (2006) #600 [second story]

Batgirl (2016) #50 [third story]

DC Festival of Heroes [first story]

Truth & Justice #6 [#16-18 digital first]

Alternate Universes

Tiny Titans #33, 39, 43, 45

Batgirl: Futures End

Convergence: Batgirl

Harley Quinn and the Birds of Prey (2020)

DCeased: Unkillables / Dead Planet #5 / War of the Undead Gods

Shadow of the Batgirl [YA graphic novel]

Dark Knights: Death Metal Robin King [backup]

Future State: The Next Batman #2, 4 [second stories]

Batman: Wayne Family Adventures [webtoon]

DC vs. Vampires

Dark Knights of Steel #9

Thanks for reading! If you have any questions, feel free to ask.

Last updated: April 23, 2024

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libidomechanica · 2 months

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duskandcobalt · 7 months

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bloodlust 🩸🗡️

Happy Halloween 🎃🎃🎃

Azriel's covered in blood and Elain has an ✨awakening✨ (18+)

This is my contribution to kinktober, it's porn with a smidge of plot and a dash of pining because of who I am as a person.

TW: slightest bit of knifeplay and a hint of degradation, like so so so miniscule for both.

3.8k words

ENJOY XX

Read on AO3

Azriel is covered in blood.

It’s soaked through his clothing - his white shirt and jeans are stained with massive splotches of blood, his black combat boots act as a canvas for large crimson droplets. It’s smeared across his broad chest and shoulders, splattered all over his strong neck and handsome face. Streams of it drip down his toned arms. The bright red rivers stand in stark contrast to his deep brown skin and the black ink of his many intricate tattoos. Even his hands and nails are flecked with dried blood, as is the shining dagger clasped in his right fist.

Elain is irrevocably frozen in place, unable to do anything except gawk at him with wide eyes and parted lips.

———————————————————————————————

Elain didn’t have a single clue as to what her sisters were talking about as she stood in between them. Her mind was elsewhere, her back pressed against the wall as her eyes anxiously flickered to the front door of Cassian’s apartment each and every time it opened, hope cresting within her like a wave only for it to crash into crushing disappointment when the person entering was inevitably not the person she’d been praying would make an appearance tonight.

She hasn’t seen him in almost three long months. He’d been away for almost the entire summer, traversing Europe on an unplanned trip that was almost definitely a very expensive effort to avoid her.

They had had an arrangement. One that had them secretly meeting over the course of three whole years to satisfy physical needs in between other on and off again relationships. It was an arrangement that had worked well until lines had started to blur. Until their nights turned into mornings and mornings turned into afternoons and afternoons turned into entire days spent together.

It all came to a head one tumultuous evening when he’d gone and ruined everything by letting three small words slip in the heat of a moment. She’d been so shocked at the time that she hadn’t even tried to stop him when he quickly got dressed and left her in bed, sweat soaked sheets that still smelled of his cedar cologne clutched tight to her chest.

Elain hadn’t seen him since. Hadn’t even really heard from him except for one drunken text from an unknown number that started with the Italian country code. Despite it all, despite her better judgement, he lived at the forefront of her mind.

All she wanted was to know what his face looked like now. She wants to know if he has new freckles from the European sun. She wonders whether he’s changed his hair, gotten any new tattoos, or if he’d still be wearing the chain she’d bought him two Christmases ago.

A chain that he’d only taken off once - for a period of 162 excruciating days, while he dated some pretty redhead he’d met at his gym. The chain had been back around his neck the very same day that relationship ended and he was back at her door the very next night.

In Elain’s mind, that thin strand of gold acted as a physical marker that a part of him still belonged to her.

…

When the front door swings open again almost two hours later and she finally sees the face she’s been waiting for, her mouth goes dry. All thoughts and questions empty out of her head.

Azriel is covered in blood.

Elain is irrevocably frozen in place, unable to do anything except gawk at him with wide eyes and parted lips.

She should feel alarmed, should be at least a little frightened at the thought of this absolute tower of a man drenched in blood. Instead, it’s a pleasurable tingle up her spine that she feels as she devours the sight of him, flashing images of those blood covered hands on her naked body invading her mind.

It isn’t until his eyes lock on hers that she’s pulled out of her deranged reverie.

Azriel’s face is frustratingly neutral, no hint of emotion visible even as his gaze drags quickly down her body and then back up again. He gives her no further acknowledgement before he turns and stalks towards the boys in the kitchen.

Elain bites down on her lip and drains the last bit of the vodka soda she’s been sipping on before she passes her glass off to Feyre who’s too drunk to question why Elain is handing her an empty cup in the first place. She mutters something about going to the bathroom to Nesta and then makes her way towards the stairs at the end of the hallway.

She tells herself it’s that singular drink settling warm in her stomach that has her pulling out her phone from where it’s shoved between her breasts and her dress to send a text that’s sure to be the first of the many bad decisions she’ll make tonight.

…

Azriel hadn’t let it show but he’d been shocked beyond belief when he walked into Cassian’s apartment tonight and saw her.

For as long as he’d known Elain, she had always favoured flowy dresses and skirts that only ever presented the occasional glimpse of her thighs or a hint of cleavage. Even when it came to costumes, the furthest she’d go would be a tight dress or leather pants.

She’d clearly chosen a different direction tonight.

He doesn’t quite know who she’s supposed to be dressed up as but he also doesn’t quite care because he’s more focused on the fact that she’s barely even dressed to begin with.

All she’s wearing is a ludicrously sheer pink negligée with fuzzy pink trim over her breasts and along the hemline that matches the fuzzy pink high heels on her feet. Her dress is so obscenely short that it hardly grazes the elegant sweep of her hips and just barely covers the pair of lacy pink panties clearly visible underneath.

It bothered him that he had felt an immediate, overwhelming desire to wrap her in a throw blanket and hide her away.

He wasn’t that type of guy, had never been that type of guy. But that instinct had always come out of hiding around Elain and something about her tonight, something about the thought of other people seeing her like this made him so unbelievably jealous that he was genuinely concerned he’d use his fake dagger to carve out the eyes of any man that looked at her too long.

“Jesus Christ… is that a costume or did you actually fucking kill someone?”

Azriel barely hears Cassian’s question over the thumping bass of the explicit rap song that’s blasting through the house.

Nesta and Cassian’s Halloween party was an event that Azriel secretly looked forward to each year even if he liked to pretend that he’d rather be absolutely anywhere else if only to quietly antagonise Nesta. He enjoyed seeing the months of careful preparation come to fruition almost as much as he looked forward to the sheer amount of gossip that would inevitably surface over the coming days as a result of whatever debauchery was sure to occur on this beloved holiday that went hand in hand with lowered morals.

“Nes said I wasn’t allowed to show up as off duty Batman again.” He shrugs, rolling his eyes as he finally addresses his best friend. “Apparently it’s lazy.”

“So you went out and murdered someone before coming here, instead? Is that why you’re late? Am I your alibi?” Cassian is very obviously three sheets to the wind.

He’s also dressed as Hercules, which Azriel could say is a bit on the nose for his athletic friend but he decides to keep his thoughts to himself.

“I had a gallon of fake blood shipped to him this morning and told him to figure it out.” Nesta appears behind Cassian, dressed in the coordinating Megara costume to her boyfriend’s Hercules. Her long purple gown has a high slit running all the way up to her right hip bone that Azriel’s certain didn’t exist in the movie.

“You look great, Az.” She reaches up to press a welcoming kiss to his cheek, carefully avoiding the splatters of blood on his face. “Terrifying, but great… a significant improvement to coming dressed as a slightly more goth version of yourself.

He's just about to give in to the temptation to deliver a snarky comment back but he’s too busy pretending not to notice the bounce of Elain’s ass as she walks out of the kitchen and past him without so much as a sideways glance in his direction.

Two minutes later, his phone pings with a new text message notification.

Cassian’s bedroom. Now.

Azriel squints at his phone, the bright light of the screen is obnoxious in the dark kitchen. The number isn’t saved to his phone anymore because he’d deleted it after an incident where he’d sent her a completely illegible apology while drunk in Italy, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t have it memorised.

He reads the message again. And then once more for good measure just to make sure he’s reading it right.

He’s not even sure what excuse he gives his friends before he’s on the move. He goes over a number of potential options for what she could possibly have in store for him in the minute and a half it takes him to navigate sweaty bodies and various costume props as he makes his way upstairs.

He knows she must be pissed at him, that she probably has months worth of pent up anger that has been simmering until she had the opportunity to unleash it on him in person. He almost shields his face as he lets himself into Cassian’s room out of fear that one of her fluffy heels will come flying at his head.

No shoes are launched at him yet he still feels like he’s been hit over the head because none of those imagined scenarios could’ve prepared him for this. For the reality of seeing Elain standing at the foot of Cassian’s bed, staring at him with a look that can only be described as trouble in her eyes.

She’s still in that ridiculous costume, but the little lace panties she’d been wearing underneath were now dangling from the crook of her index finger.

…

It’s one of the most vulnerable things she’s ever done.

Probably one of the dumbest too.

But there’s no room to overthink her decision as she stands half naked in front of a dazed Azriel, watching with a mix of nervousness and anticipation as he pulls his gaze away from her bare sex long enough to quickly and quietly shut the door behind him.

He shakes himself out of his stupor. His entire demeanour shifts within a blink of an eye as he walks slowly towards her, flipping that blood covered blade between those beautifully bloody fingers.

“What are we doing, Elain?”

It’s been so long since she’s heard him say her name and the effect it has on her is unbelievable. It makes her knees go weak. Her heart pounds in her chest so loud that she’s sure he can hear it. Her brain goes all fuzzy around the edges.

“Ideally, each other.” She fights the urge to slap her forehead the moment the words leave her mouth, knows she’ll think back on it later when she’s laying alone in bed and wonder why the hell she said that.

The corner of Azriel’s lips turn up with a hint of a smirk but he refrains from commenting on her awful attempt at humour.“We should talk.”

“The time to talk was months ago but you ran off to Europe instead. I’m not really looking to talk right now, anyway.” Elain collects herself enough to give him a pointed look. “But if you’re not interested, I’m sure I can find someone else to fu-”

Azriel doesn’t let her finish that sentence. He reaches forward, plucks her underwear off her finger and shoves them in his back pocket. He waves his dagger at what’s remaining off her costume, “Take that off.”

She grins with the knowledge that even after all this time, she knew exactly how to get to him.

Elain reaches for the hem of her dress and peels it slowly up and over her head before tossing it on the floor. She moves to step out of her heels but Azriel stops her with a murmured instruction to leave them on.

“Tell me…” He steps closer to her, mindlessly tapping that blade against his palm. “Did you miss me like I missed you or is there something else that led to this?”

She doesn’t reply verbally, doesn’t trust herself to speak when she’s trying not to overthink that he’d admitted to missing her. Instead, she deliberately lowers her eyes and not so subtly allows her gaze to linger on his blood stained clothing, on the dagger in his hand. When her eyes return to his, she sees the surprise and understanding written clearly across his features.

“Interesting.” His voice is full of wonder as his initial surprise fades into curiosity. “I suppose bloodlust is a natural next step after you asked me to bite your neck when we watched Twilight.”

She can’t help but laugh at the memory but her laughter is abruptly cut off as the dagger in Azriel’s hand presses against her sex.

She has no plausible explanation for why the idea of Azriel covered in blood with a sharp object in his hands makes desire pool between her legs. For all the experimentation they’d done, for all that they’d explored together over the years, they had never crossed into territory quite as macabre as this.

Elain’s breath hitches as Azriel drags the tip of his dagger in a long, alluring line up her stomach and between her breasts. The plastic is unexpectedly sharp against her skin as it journeys up the column of her throat until it’s pressed firmly against the underneath of her jaw. He applies a little bit of pressure, just enough that her chin tilts upwards to look at him.

“Is this how you want to play?” Azriel taunts, still holding the dagger to her neck as his other hand settles against the small of her back, pulling her against him in one rough movement.

“Yes.” Elain moans when she feels the way he’s straining against the zipper of his pants.

He increases the pressure on the dagger as his lips meet hers in a heated kiss. His teeth close around her bottom lip, pulling back slightly before his tongue slips into her open mouth. Elain’s fingers fumble with the button on his jeans, itching to feel the weight of him in her hand.

Azriel groans when her fist wraps tight around him, twisting and sliding as she pumps him. She turns them around, walks him backwards a few steps until he’s seated on the bed and then she’s clambering onto his lap. Each of her knees find their place on either side of his thighs.

It’s rough and rushed but not a single second is wasted as she grinds herself against his length, coating him in her arousal before she sinks down on him in one hasty movement. She buries her face in the crook of his neck to muffle her scream just as his teeth close around her shoulder. She hears the soft thud of the plastic dagger hitting the wooden floor a second before his fingers are gripping her ass.

She’d forgotten how it feels to have him inside her body. Has to pause for a full minute to breathe through it, giving herself a bit of time to adjust to the stretch of him before she’s able to move again. Her fingers clutch at his shirt, the red stained fabric scrunching in her hand under the force of her grasp. She rocks back and forth on his lap, her hips rising and falling as she finds her rhythm.

“Talk to me.” Elain’s words are breathy, she’s distracted by the feeling of Azriel’s hands as they move to her breasts.

“Thought you didn’t want to talk?” He challenges. His fingertips pinch her peaked nipples, drawing out a sound from deep within her belly.

“You know what I mean.” She hesitates for a second before she gives him a teasing grin and continues, “Just don’t accidentally say something you don’t mean this time.”

Azriel glares at her, his eyes darkening as his hands leave her to reach behind him. He lifts his hips slightly to retrieve something from his pocket. “Put your hands behind your back.”

Elain listens, pausing her movement to bring her hands behind her. He takes hold of her wrists in one of his large hands, lace chafes against her skin as he binds her hands together.

“Consider yourself lucky I didn’t use those panties to gag you.” He huffs, grasping her chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Did you like all the attention? Did you like the way all those guys downstairs were staring at you in that little outfit?”

She’d noticed, of course, the way some eyes had leered at and lingered on her throughout the night, surprised that the most timid of the three Archeron sisters had showed up to her sister’s Halloween party in literal lingerie.

Elain hadn’t cared, hadn’t paid them any attention. She hadn’t put on that costume for any of them.

“Everyone thinks you're so shy, so quiet. But I know you.” His hands travel back down her body, pausing to gently press into her throat and then pausing again to palm her breasts. “Don’t I, Elain?”

Azriel wraps his hands around her torso, his thumbs trace over her ribcage while the rest of his fingers splay out against her back.

“I know just how loud and filthy you can be.” He watches her carefully, makes sure she’s okay with this before he continues. “Since you want to dress and act like a slut tonight, you can get fucked like one, too.”

His fingers dig into her skin when he lifts her up until only the head of his cock is inside her before pulling her back down, over and over again, with more intensity each time until the sharp sound of her ass slapping his thighs fills the room, synchronising with the increasingly obscene noises he’s drawing out of her.

“Who else fucks you like this? Who else fills you like I do?”

“No one. No one fucks me like you.” She fights to keep her eyes open, knows that he has a proclivity for eye contact while he’s inside her.

“That’s right.” Azriel nods. “Let them try, I’ll fucking kill them before they even get a hand on you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? If I killed for you?”

Elain looks down and sees that some fake blood has transferred from his skin to hers, staining her pale skin with light red streaks and splotches. She can’t help but picture Azriel killing one of those men downstairs before coming up here to fuck her with blood still warm on his hands.

She’s playing along when she answers him but a small thrill does race through her at the idea of him being so possessive that he'd kill someone for even thinking about touching her. “Yes.”

Elain rolls her hips against him, seeking relief for the pleasure coiling low and tight in her stomach. She reaches to touch herself, forgetting that her hands are currently confined behind her back.

“What is it, Elain?” He bucks his hips up into her. “Use your words.”

“Azriel.” She pleads. “Touch me… I’m so close, let me come.”

“I think you forgot your manners, El.”

“Please.” She mouths quickly, desperately. “Please touch me. Please let me come.”

She knows he’s close too because he gives in entirely too easily, bringing a hand in between her legs and lightly flicking her clit just enough to make her cry out in frustration. “Here? Is this where you want me to touch you?”

“Yes. Fuck . Please.”

Azriel rubs her clit, his fingers moving in firm, tight circles that have her tossing her head back as she arches further into him in search of even more pressure. He gives her what she needs, expertly caressing her exactly how she likes until her walls flutter around his cock, clenching tight around his rigid length until she’s breathless and slumped against his chest.

“That’s it, Elain.” He tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear, kisses her throat. “Always so good for me.”

Elain rises off of him and Azriel’s hands immediately return to her hips, steadying her as he helps to guide her off.

Between her loose muscles and restricted hands, she somewhat clumsily settles onto the floor in between his legs and lowers her mouth to his cock. Her tongue runs along the length of him, tasting the proof of her release on his skin before she hollows out her cheeks and takes him between her lips until his tip prods the back of her throat.

“ So fucking filthy . ” Azriel groans, wrapping her ponytail around his fist. “You love having me down your throat, don’t you? My pretty little slut.”

He’s not looking for an answer and she isn’t interested in giving him one as she takes him into her mouth again, relentlessly working him until she feels him start to throb against the inside of her cheeks. She pulls off of him and settles back on her heels.

Elain watches, half in a daze, as Azriel takes a second to appreciate the view of her kneeling in front of him with her arms tied behind her back, her breasts presented to him. Her sinful mouth is open wide, pink tongue out and ready.

He takes ahold of his cock, smacks it against her waiting tongue and then begins to swiftly fist himself until he finishes with a quiet shout of her name. She keeps her eyes on his, greedily waits until every last drop of him decorates her tongue, before she brings her lips together and swallows.

Azriel pulls her back up against him, holds her close and kisses her slowly before he reaches behind her and unbinds her hands. He takes hold of her red wrists, carefully rolling them out before bringing each of them to his lips and pressing his lips gently to the delicate skin on the inside of each wrist.

Elain takes advantage of this quiet, intimate moment where she’s still propped on his lap as their breaths steady to properly look at him.

She quietly counts the new freckles that grace the bridge of his nose, notes his slightly darker complexion. She runs her hands through his hair - slightly lighter from the summer sun but the length is about the same as the last time she’d seen him. She runs her fingers along his strong nose, his sharp cheekbones. Traces the lines of his neck and skims along the neckline of his shirt, fingers dipping underneath the fabric to trace over his skin.

She almost sighs in relief when her fingertips graze the cool metal of the thin gold chain circling his neck.

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Sartan

Still from Return of Ultraman accessed at the Ultraman Wiki here

[I am coming to the Ultra franchise pretty much cold, and am watching it in isolation from its fandom except for my girlfriend @abominationimperatrix. One of the things that I gather from her is that the monsters that stand out to me from these series are rarely fandom favorites. Like, I'm not planning on statting up Black King or Gudon or Twintail from Return of Ultraman... but this ratty anthro Snuffleupagus was immediately on my list. Part of that is how grody and gross he looks. Part of it is he has an interesting power set, one that led to my conception of the flavor text. It seems that Tsubaraya Studios thought the idea of a ninja elephant was worth exploring long before it was a joke on RPG.net about D&D 3.0's skill system]

Sartan CR 17 CE Monstrous Humanoid This creature is as tall as a building. Its features are lumpy and misshapen, with bulging eyes and sparse, bristly hair growing from its head. It has a long, elephant-like trunk, clawed hands, and a short tail.

A sartan is an interplanetary thrill killer. They travel from world to world, using their powers of invisibility to spy on people and learn who their heroes are. They then seek these heroes out and kill them for no reason other than to challenge their abilities and to cause other people emotional suffering. Sartans are cruel and enjoy collateral damage in these assassination attempts. Some powerful entities attempt to hire sartans to work for them as assassins, but sartans care little for money. Only if a target interests them, or if the employer resorts to charm spells, will they take on one of these jobs.

A sartan usually only enters combat if it suits them, whether because they have found their target, they want to lure that target into the open, or if they just feel like committing some cruelty for fun. Their supernatural abilities are mostly defensive—a sartan is invisible unless it chooses to appear, or is actively locked in combat. They can become incorporeal, which they often do in order to have mundane weapons pass right through them. When it comes to actual violence, however, sartans do it the old-fashioned way, by getting their claws bloody or grabbing a foe with their trunks and squeezing it to death. Sartans value their own hides too strongly to fight to the death. They will usually attempt to flee a losing battle, but may come back for a rematch on their own terms.

Sartan CR 17 XP 102,400 CE Colossal monstrous humanoid Init +13; Senses darkvision 120 ft., Perception +24, scent, see invisibility

Defense AC 32, touch 12, flat-footed 32 (-8 size, +9 Dex, +1 dodge, +20 natural) hp 261 (18d10+162) Fort +15, Ref +20, Will +14 DR 15/magic; Resist electricity 20, fire 20 Defensive Abilities evasion, ghost form, natural invisibility, uncanny dodge

Offense Speed 60 ft. Melee 2 claws +23 (2d8+13/19-20), slam +23 (4d6+13 plus grab) Space 30 ft.; Reach 30 ft. Special Attacks constrict (4d6+19), leap attack, strangle, studied target (+4, swift action, up to 4 targets) Spell-like Abilities CL 18th, concentration +22 Constant—comprehend languages, see invisibility 1/day—find the path

Statistics Str 36, Dex 28, Con 29, Int 11, Wis 17, Cha 18 Base Atk +18; CMB +39 (+43 grapple and sunder); CMD 59 (61 vs. sunder) Feats Dodge, Greater Sunder, Improved Critical (claw), Improved Initiative, Improved Sunder, Mobility, Power Attack, Skill Focus (Stealth), Spring Attack Skills Acrobatics +27 (+39 when jumping), Perception +24, Stealth +28, Survival +24; Racial Modifiers +8 Stealth Languages Aklo SQ meteoric starflight

Ecology Environment any land Organization solitary Treasure standard

Special Abilities Ghost Form (Su) A sartan can become incorporeal as a swift action. In this form, it loses its natural armor but gains a deflection bonus to Armor Class and CMD equal to its Charisma modifier. It cannot make attacks in this form, but does gain a fly speed equal to twice its land speed with perfect maneuverability. It can resume corporeality as a free action. A sartan can remain incorporeal for a number of minutes up to its Hit Dice in a day. Leap Attack (Su) As a full round action, a sartan can launch itself an impossible distance, traveling up to 1000 feet in a single bound. This movement can be vertical or horizontal, and the sartan lands on its feet unharmed regardless of the height it travels. It can make a single melee attack against an opponent in its reach during any part of this movement. A sartan can use this ability once every 1d4 rounds. Meteoric Starflight (Su) Over the course of 1 minute, a sartan can turn itself into a Medium sized hovering rock-like object, then blast itself into space. In this meteoric form, it has hardness 8, can make no attacks, and requires no food, water or air. In this form, it can fly at a speed of 300 ft. with perfect maneuverability, and can survive in the void of outer space and fly with incredible speed. Although exact travel times vary, a trip within a single solar system should take 3d20 hours, while a trip beyond should take 3d20 days (or more, at the GM’s discretion)—provided the sartan knows the way to its destination. Natural Invisibility (Su) A sartan can become invisible or visible as a move action. Its invisibility is broken when it attacks. Strangle (Ex) Due to its enormous size, a sartan can only strangle when it is grappling an opponent of Huge or larger size. Studied Target (Ex) A sartan gains the studied target ability of a slayer with a level equal to its Hit Dice. It does not gain other slayer class abilities, such as sneak attack or slayer talents, unless it takes levels in the slayer class.

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Space Channel 5 Part 2: Sugoku Sugoi Guide Book p. 160-169 (Translations by @lavoszero and myself. Edits and typesetting by myself)

Last part of Report 6 and the beginning of the bonus content.

Imgur link to all of the Sugoku Sugoi Guide Book translations we’ve done thus far.

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p. 160 Noize's Evaluation: The Curtain Falls on the Rhythm Rogues' Attack

Whereabouts of the Blown-Away Purge Thanks to the Astrobeat Jr., I was able to watch, firsthand, as the dance energy of 86,429 individuals combined into something truly spectacular. But I wonder… what happened to Purge? I don't recall Ms. Pine arresting him… were you content with him being blasted away? I dunno. Looking at the lyrics, "All the whole wide galaxy dances for me; yes, I'll make each one of you very happy," maybe he really thought he was the good guy here. Near the end, I think he said something like, "I won't forget this!" Or maybe it was, "See you next week!" Honestly, I’m a lil' worried. Even Mr. Blank was able to covertly return, so…

Ms. Ulala Marching On Anyway, the last was really cool, wasn’t it. Just wow… The Super Ulala Dimension dance and melody was so powerful I could see and hear it from the outside, too. It felt like something straight out of “Ten Billion Days and One Hundred Billion Nights.” It was like a holy cosmic showdown! It really was… I wonder if the “power of love” did all that. To cap it all off, everyone joined in to do the Space Channel 5 pose. I was so relieved everything was finally over. After that, as you know, we marched away like it was a regal procession. I couldn’t just leave after Ms. Ulala cheered, “Let’s march to the ends of the galaxy!" so I ended marching about 24 more space kilometers.

That’s where the report itself ended. Ms. Ulala, though, she was still so full of energy, even after marching, that she went off to dance somewhere else (laughs). The day after that, my team had the day off. Not that we had much to do in the first place. By then, the incident became a huge story picked up by all the regular news shows, rather than special report teams. Despite the whole fiasco, the government didn't really give us anymore commendations, and everything soon went back to normal. Ms. Ulala is still being routinely scolded by Mr. Fuse. I don't think that will ever change.

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p. 161

When Mr. Fuse Returned Sometime after I landed the Astrobeat Jr. to watch Ulala and the other’s grand march, Mr. Fuse came down to join me. While we were watching, I said to him "Nice job, Mr. Fuse. I can't believe you're alright." I really thought he met a gruesome fate after the Astrobeat was blasted down. Apparently, he was able to escape unscathed due a number of factors (you can hear the details right outta Mr. Fuse's mouth on the soundtrack CD released on April 24, 2002). I guess it was a traumatic experience regardless, since he went to his usual drinking spot as soon the show was over.

What Did I Do Next? Right now, I'm being interviewed by the Space Police… I don't really mind, they're being nice. But after the incident, I had my hands full! I was involved in the major project to recover all the antennas that had been modified by Purge; it happens when you’re a Technical Development chief with deep connections in the industry. At least the huge dance floor Purge constructed made it easy for all of us to work simultaneously. After about three days, we finally finished and I returned to modifying microphones for Ulala to use while incognito. I made some that look like an ice cream cone, an ear of corn, and a couple of other things.

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p. 162 Fuse's Broadcast Notes

Report 6 & Repeat 6 Last but not least, here are the final instructions prepared by director Fuse for the live broadcast of "Ulala's Swingin' Report Show," presented in an easy-to-read fashion. Its contents show useful tips for succeeding on the secret input locations. Modifications made for the rerun broadcasts for "Ulala's Swingin' Report Show" (Reruns have unique features from the first airing) are also included. Note, the timing and locations of the secret inputs are exactly the same between the main (Lap 1) and rerun broadcasts (Lap 2).

The Hidden Inputs

[1~2] Return of Mexican Flyer It’s finally back, the last "Jan, Jan, Jaaaan!," featuring the fan-favorite second and third beat of "Mexican Flyer." After Report 2,"Mexican Flyer" took a long hiatus, but these "Jan, Jan" timings haven’t changed one bit! Let's go, all together now! "Jan, Jan, Jaaaan!"

Jan! Jan! Jaaan!

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p. 163

[3] Ulalaaa! U! La! La! Purge the Great had overwhelming power in the confined space of Dance Dimension X. Ulala skillfully dodged the volley of beams, but even she couldn’t outmaneuver an all-out attack, and fell unconscious. However, Ulala came to her senses once she heard the rhythm of her friends calling to her in her mind. But, there was only three seconds left before the Ballistic Groove Gun fired! That would've be the end of the report! What was your quote, Ulala? That's right, it was "when have I ever lost at dancing! Get the secret input "pikoon" right after "lost!"

When have I ever lost [beat] at dancing!

[When Ulala's face pops up, that's the signal that she's ready to shout. The ratings are almost at 200%, rise up and give it your all!]

Flub the Final Finale and Face the Staff Roll Be careful not to miss the final "Chu! Chu! Chu!" mixed in with all the hype. A few mistake here and there before then is fine—reasonable, even—but the ending of the game changes if you flub here. This ending is a not-so-special shortened staff roll against a pitch-black screen, devoid of President Peace’s song. Needless to say, there's no group "March to the End of the Galaxy" either. And on top of all that, Purge won't perform his last hurrah (an input that can increase your ratings by one percent) at the end of the credits! So, if you screw up right at the end, you'll have to redo the entire report again, no matter what! Try again!

[Here’s the rundown on the failure ending; Mexican Flyer plays and the credits roll by super fast. The ratings? 149% at the most.]

[Now, the successful ending. We get to march to the ends of the galaxy and you get to hear the full lyrics of President Peace's soulful song. You get the complete credits roll, too.]

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p. 164 Reference Material Direct Hit Interview with Pres. Peace, Post-incident

~Tachibana, interviewing Space President Peace~ Hey, Texas here. The following is an interview conducted by Tachibana of Channel 01. But really, I’m sneakin' this in 'cause Piney, who was with me during this, was being so adorable and hilarious while we moved through the crowd. After the battle with Purge was over, the press started surrounding President Peace, so the president had to walk with Pine leading the way.

Pine: Attention, all members of the press, Space President Peace is very tired at the moment. Reporters, please get out of the way immediately. Reporter 66: Mr. President, a word please… Pine: Please, move out of the way! Reporter 59: Mr. President, do you have any comments… Pine: Get out of the way! (The press still are pouring in) Pine: I said outta the way! Tachibana: Excuse me, Mr. President, may I have a word? Pine, who's heart skips a beat: Oh my gosh! It's Tachi, (Pine's nickname for him), my ideal man, so full of reason and intelligence aaaah!) Pine: Alright (ba-dump), Tachibana from Channel 01, you may approach. Tachibana: Mr. Peace, I hope you're in good health. Peace: Thank you, I'm as healthy as I can be. Tachibana: Could you comment on the recent disturbance? Peace: I believe I can disclose this now, since the case has been successfully and safely resolved… That being said, please, don't hate Purge too much. I don't think his goal to make the galaxy happy was overtly malicious. I think it was just… over the top? He meant well, but went about it the wrong way. Tachibana: I see, thank you very much. Reporter 21: Mr. President, may we have a comment? Pine: Shut up! Tachi is still talking! Reporter 21: Oh, my apologizes… wait, "Tachi"…? Pine: … (I'm done for, I wanna run away). Tachibana: I can ask the question for you, if that's alright? Pine: Ah, alright. (Angrily turns to Reporter 21) Since Mr. Tachibana also asked, I'll allow you to do so, too. But please, limit it to just one question. Reporter 21: Right. Mr. President, what do you make of Ulala? Peace: When I saw the live report of the "Morolian Incident" I was honestly so moved. The fact there are still youngsters who can deeply inspire others, it reminded me that how much good is still in the universe. Disregarding my presidential status, I cannot help by appreciate the fact she saved so many people, including myself, who were under the influence of dance beam. However, I'm not judging her solely as a reporter, but her nature as a person. That is all. Reporter 21: Thank you very much. Pine: Mr. Tachibana, would you like to ask one more question? Tachibana: Yes. Mr. President, what are your thoughts on the current security? Pine: (ba-dump) Peace: Even though I was abducted, I was saved and guided to safety by Miss Pine here, so I think she gets a passing grade. Aha ha ha ha ha! Now then, if you'll excuse me. (Pine shakes Tachibana's hand and slips him a piece of paper) Tachibana: … A phone number??? Pine: (Tachi…)

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[[Translator’s note: I believe it’s implied that Pine’s internal dialogue is all Texas’s interpretation of her sister’s thoughts. Basically, she’s teasing her.]]

p. 165 Bonus

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p. 166 Miss Ulala’s Changing Room

Costumes Cleaning isn’t in Miss Ulala’s repertoire, so the burden of tidying up the Changing Room always falls on us. She'll swear she’ll pitch-in but she never follows through. It’s kinda irritating. Most outfits are returned as soon as the report ends, but some aren’t collected until a few hours after. So, it’s not unusual for some to go missing during that gap. I wonder when we'll have them all again.

01: Channel 5 Retro Gear [Unlock Requirements] Unlocked from the start.

Newly-supplied company reporting fatigues. Made from ultra elastic material for easy movements.

02: Flower Costume [Unlock Requirements] Clear Report 2.

Aromatic Multi-Functional Suit. Regulates body temperature and humidity for extra pleasant reporting at all time.

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03: Gogo Gear (w/o helmet) [Unlock Requirements] Clear Report 3.

Designed to protect the human body from space dust at high speeds.

04: Gogo Gear (w/ helmet) [Unlock Requirements] Clear Report 4.

Must have for any space-roaming citizen. The helmet can usually be stored in the back.

05: Spy Suit [Unlock Requirements] Clear Report 5.

Designed for infiltration. A special wire attached to the back allows the wearer to move like a spider.

06: Old Retro Gear [Unlock Requirements] Clear Report 6.

The company-issued suit Ulala used during the Morolian Invasion. It was in her closet.

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07: Old Retro Gear (Dirty) [Unlock Requirements] Clear Report 6 (Extra Mode).

Designed to protect the human body from space dust at high speeds.

08: Super Ulala Costume [Unlock Requirements] Clear Report 6.

A super costume that is an amalgamation of dance energy. Rumored to be just underwear.

09: School Uniform [Unlock Requirements] Clear 24 consecutive trials in Ulala's Dance Mode.

A modified version of a uniform from School M. Altered by Ulala herself.

10: China Dress [Unlock Requirements] Clear 100 consecutive trials in Ulala's Dance Mode.

Used for the undercover investigation of the Shanghai Restaurant.

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11: Woolen Wear [Unlock Requirements] Clear Report 1 with the Ratings at 100%

This was a suit that Ulala used to wear for her part-time job a while back.

12: Stealth Suit [Unlock Requirements] Have save data for Rez (PS2). Have save data for Rez (DC).

A super futuristic suit that apparently looks like a wire frame.

13: Pudding Costume [Unlock Requirements] Clear Report 2 with the Ratings at 100%

A costume of Pudding. You can also use it to imitate Padding, who is imitating Pudding.

14: Pine Costume [Unlock Requirements] Clear Report 3 with the Ratings at 100%

A costume of Pine, the Eastern Galaxy Space Police Chief. It can also be used to dress up as Texas, of the Western Galaxy Space Police.

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