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My Favorite Quotes from the “Bride of ReAnimator” Commentary (Not Included in the “Gay” Compilation):

Herbert: “Go. Home.”

Bruce: “Oh yeah, lot waiting for me there. How ‘bout that front room? Pet the dog! Find the finger eye puppet. Have some leftover spaghetti!”

Jeffrey: (about the Bride) “So she’s Meg. She’s Gloria-“

Bruce: “She’s the virgin-hooker with the twinkle toes.”

(Herbert and Francesca are barricading the lab door.)

Bruce: “Why is she helping you?”

Jeffrey: “Because she knows there are creatures out there (laughs) puking Cream of Wheat!”

Herbert: “You’re better off without her.”

Bruce: “Thanks for the advice, Dear Abby!”

(Herbert is talking about the feet of the ballet dancer.)

Bruce: “Y’know, Herbert’s parents made him take ballet for five years…”

(Over the course of the film commentary, they make several jokes about how Chapham is always seen with food.)

Herbert: (at Chapham) “What are you doing in here?”

Bruce: “Eating!”

(EDITED POST TO ADD MORE QUOTES/FIX ERRORS IN FIRST BATCH UPON REWATCH)

(Dan gets stabbed in Peru.)

Jeffrey: “Your kidney’s been lacerated, but you’ll be alright!”

Bruce: (sees his own name in the credits) “Who’s that?”

Bruce: “How did they get down there (Peru)?”

Jeffrey: (dryly) “By a plane, Bruce.”

Jeffrey: (singing to credits music) “Oh MEEEEG, my loooove, where did you goooo my deaaaar?”

(Movie cuts from Peru to Miskatonic.)

Bruce: “Oh yeah, like those two would be let back in the States!”

Bruce: “(Bride) is the ‘Frankenstein’ of the series. If the second is ‘Frankenstein,’ what’s the first?”

Jeffrey: “…Re-Animator.”

Bruce: “What is with my HAIR?”

Jeffrey: “Well, that was your choice!”

Dan: “Herbert, I have something to tell you.”

Bruce: “I’ve found a new hairdresser.”

Dr. Graves: “Who’d want to steal body parts?”

Jeffrey: “Ohhhhh, I think we knoooow.”

(Herbert is stealing Meg’s heart.)

Bruce: “Like Dan wouldn’t have enshrined that already.”

Herbert: (at Hill’s head in the morgue) “How did you get in here?”

Jeffrey: (mumbling) “…I hate this scene.”

(They both laugh at the puns anyway.)

Jeffrey: “Nice wheels, Dan.”

Bruce: “You bet. All in eight months. Got through customs. Now I’m driving a Dodge Swinger.”

Bruce: “I can’t get over my BeeGees haircut.”

Jeffrey: “Barry Gibb lives!”

(Later in the movie.)

Jeffrey: (singing) “Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Stayin’ alive! Stayin’ alive!”

Bruce: “Of course this house has a basement.”

Jeffrey: “It was one of our requirements.”

Bruce: “One of your requirements.”

Jeffrey: “Well…”

Herbert: “Security.”

Dan: “From what?”

Herbert: …

Jeffrey: “From what?!”

Bruce: “Do I merit an answer?!”

(Herbert is showing Dan the reagent.)

Jeffrey: “DRINK IT! DRINK IT!”

Bruce: “Y’know, Herbert has this nasty habit of shoving things in Dan’s face. Iguanas, reagent, amniotic fluid-“

Jeffrey: “Dead cats.”

Dan: “I’m moving out!”

Jeffrey: “Why?”

Bruce: “Because, I like this heart patient in the hospital MUCH more than you!”

Jeffrey: (laughs) “What, you gonna move in with HER?”

Bruce: “No one will ever get rich overestimating Dan’s bad taste.”

(Herbert is trying to convince Dan to reanimate Chapham, next to the boiling pot.)

Bruce: “Sure…why not?”

Jeffrey: “Lemme have some tea first!”

(Cuts from the basement to Francesca, in Dan’s bed.)

Francesca: “Daniel?”

Bruce: “Why am I down there? WHY? What am I thinking about?”

Jeffrey: “You needed to get another prophylactic from the lab.”

Dan: “Herbert!”

Bruce: “I’d like to have a nickel for every time I’ve said ‘Herbert’ in these two movies.”

Dan: “It helps me to think of you as Meg.”

Bruce: “Betcha that makes her feel good. No wonder she dies!”

(Gloria flatlines.)

Jeffrey: “And that made her die.”

(Herbert and Dan are reanimating the Bride.)

Bruce: “Don’t try this at home.”

(Herbert puts on the gun holster.)

Bruce: “Wild, wild West. Herbie, get your gun.”

Herbert: “There is my creation!”

Jeffrey: “So put THAT in your pipe and smoke it!”

Bruce: (singing Rick Springfield) “I wish I was Herbie’s girl!”

(The Bride is trying to seduce Dan.)

Bruce: “Oh boy. I certainly wasn’t paid enough for this.”

Bride: (to Dan) “You made me?”

Herbert: “I made you!”

Jeffrey: “Yeah! Get that straight, babe!”

Dan: “You’re not Meg. Meg’s dead.”

Bruce: (flatly) “Wow. What a revelation. How edifying.”

Herbert: “Make a note of it, Dan! Tissue rejection!”

Bruce: “You write it down, ya little squirt! I’m tired of taking your notes!”

Dan: “You’re alive.”

(Falls to his knees.)

Jeffrey: “And I worship you!”

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dumbass-tumbler-cryptid · 21 days

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Hello! So my little rant from the other day inspired a concept for a whole new fic and I just couldn't resist writing it! I have no idea what to call this which is why I'm posting it here before a03. If anyone has any suggestions let me know. (I was thinking sins of the father but i think there's already a Quaritch and Spider fic with that name)

Anyway the premise is that the recoms were grown on Pandora instead of Earth. Instead of just killing them it's decided that they'll just keep them comatose in their pods. Until a system failure wakes them up. Spider is only seven in this fic.

Edit: I have since named this fic. It's called Visited on the Son (thank you @nilnether for helping me pick the name) and you can find it on Ao3 here

Enjoy!

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He always felt calm in the tank room under the blue glow of the synthetic amniotic fluid. The only sounds came from the steady heartbeats of the sleeping Na’vi and the idol chatter of his best friend Kiri as she talked to her comatose mother. Spider sat, staring up at his father floating peacefully in his pod. He placed his hand on the glass, as if his touch could make the man wake up. But he never would. He wasn’t allowed to wake up.

“I went to the village today,” the seven year old said in a hush. “Me and my friends made bracelets! Until their sa’nu made me come back here. I don’t like here very much sempu. It’s….cold. But at least Kiri came back with me for a little bit. Until she has to go back home, to her family…..”

The door burst open making both children jump. “Miles!” Spider shrank in fear as his foster father stormed up to him. Mr. McCosker grabbed Spider’s arm, yanking him to his feet so hard he thought his arm would rip from its socket. “Did you go to the village without permission again!” The little boy whimpered, trying to avoid the man screaming in his face. “Answer me!” Nash shook him.

“Yes,” Spider cried.

�� “How many times do I have to tell you! No one wants you there!”

“I want him there,” Kiri yelled, “and so do my brothers!”

Spider smiled despite the tears in his eyes. Nash growled, “well the adults don’t want him there. And you know better than to just run off…”

“But you were busy,” Spider said timidly, “I just wanted to play…”

Nash roughly pulled on his arm again making Spider yelp, “oh you just wanted to play,” his foster father mocked, “you can play by yourself! Do you have any idea the trouble you cause every time you do this!” Nash spun him around to face his sempu. “You're just like your father. A wicked little beast. Why they even bother keeping these things alive is beyond me. It’s a waste of time and resources. Just like you.” Spider’s bottom lip trembled but he didn’t shed a tear. He was used to Mr.McCosker’s angry rants. “Now come on! I hope you like your room because you're gonna be spending a lot of time in there thinking about what you did. And you can forget about dinner….”

Spider locked eyes with Kiri as he was dragged from the room. He waved, giving her a sad smile, mouthing bye. He knew she wanted to fight for him. They’d been through this all before and so she knew that Spider would rather she stay out of it. Still she smoldered with rage, fist clenched at her sides. Spider spared one last glance at his father’s tank before being completely taken from the room. Bye sempu.

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That night as Spider tried and failed to sleep with his painfully empty stomach an alarm sounded through all of Hell’s Gate having the entire base up and moving in moments. Spider covered his ears burying himself under his blankets as red lights flashed. This had never happened before. What is this? What should I do? He could faintly hear his foster parents through the noise, Mr.McCosker stomping through the apartment and out the door, Mrs. McCosker pacing the living room as she made a call. But Spider didn’t want to go to them. He didn’t want to be anywhere near them.

He focused his attention through the small window above his bed. The floodlights were on outside as people ran back and forth. He knew deep down that something was seriously wrong. But it couldn’t be too bad if his foster parents hadn’t come to get him. They wouldn’t just leave him behind, right? Eywa help me, he silently prayed.

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The first thing he was aware of was the heaviness of his own breathing. Then came the sound of his heart beating slow and steady. Next was the feeling of floating. Finally as his senses returned he opened his eyes to a mix of soft shimmering blue light and harsh flashing red. What in the fuck, Miles thought as he took it all in. He was in a tank. He raised his fist to beat on the glass, making him see his body for the first time.

Ain’t this a bitch. He was na’vi now. Which only meant one thing. Focus he willed himself. First order of business was getting out of the tank. He’d deal with the rest later. Miles placed his hand on the glass, getting a scene of its thickness. Too thick to break. He looked towards his feet then above his head finding exactly what he’d hoped. An escape hatch. A few good twists was all it took for him to spill out of the container onto the linoleum floor of the labs.

His eyes roved his surroundings. The computers blared a message of system failure. No doubt the reason he woke up. To his right was the exit. To his left a row of familiar faces all wide eyed and banging on their tanks for release. Miles stumbled as he rose on unsteady alien legs. He persevered making his way to the other tanks, freeing his team one by one. “What’s going on boss,” Lyle said.

“Isn’t it obvious? We died. And now we're back.”

Lyle rolled his eyes, “I get that but this…”

“We weren’t supposed to wake up,” Z said, staring at the computer screen, “and if we’re only waking up because of a computer glitch….” She let the implication hang in the air as they all sprung into action, dressing in whatever clothes the avatars had left behind, making weapons from broken chair legs and glass shards, each looping a na’vi breathing mask around their neck.

“Alright people,” Miles said when they were ready, “for our sins in our past life we have been brought back as the enemy. In enemy territory no less. We don’t know what things look like past those doors so be ready for anything. Head on a swivel,” his team nodded, “alright. Let’s move out.” They made their way down the red lit hall in formation, Miles leading them. Aside from the alarm it was eerily quiet. All the personnel must have been off somewhere dealing with the system failure.

It only took a few quick glances for Miles to know exactly where he was. Hell’s Gate. Home sweet home. He knew this place like the back of his hand. He led his team not to the control center but to the living quarters. They’d surely be able to take some hostages there, grill them for more information. How long had it been? Who was in command? What happened to the R.D.A. His team's survival hinged on these answers.

The hallway of apartments was deserted, doors left ajar from hasty exits. They searched the rooms one by one, not a soul in sight. “Maybe we should just run while we have the chance,” said Lyle, “we don’t need masks to breathe out there anymore. We can survive…”

“I’m not runnin’ like a coward,” Miles growled. He needed to know what happened. Not only in the war but also to…

They entered the final apartment on the right hand side of the hall. Just like all the others the place had been fled in a hurry, all the doors left open. Except for one. Miles raised his fist signaling, hold tight on me. Cautiously he opened the door to find a child’s room. The furniture was small, made for a toddler but the few articles of clothing strewn about the room suggested a child in the age range of six to eight. Miles’ eyes zeroed in on a form, too big for its little bed, curled up in its sheets. “Prager,” he called, “kill that alarm would y’a.” Prager nodded, expertly having the wires of the screaming red light out and severed in seconds plunging them into blissful silence.

Who could leave a child behind like this, Miles thought as the form shifted. Big brown eyes peaked out at him, wide and curious, not an ounce of fear. Miles dropped down to the kids level, “hi there,” he said gently reaching out to pull the cover back.

“You're awake,” the child said in an awed hush.

That made Miles still, “you know me?”

The kid nodded under the covers, “they said you’d never wake up.”

“Who said that?”

“Jake, Norm, the McCoskers. Everyone. They said you were too bad to wake up. So if you're awake does that mean you're not bad anymore? Or was I bad enough to be put to sleep…”

A chill went up Miles' spine, “why would they put you to sleep? You're just a kid.”

“Because I’m bad. The McCosker’s tell me all the time. And Mrs.Sully says I’m a demon's son…

Miles sucked in a breath. Mrs.Sully. Jake’s little na’vi girlfriend, the one that made him turn traitor. He knew exactly who would draw her hatred enough to damn a son for their father’s sins. A dangerous hope flaired to life but he fought to push it down. It’s not him. They would have sent him back to Earth. “Can you sit up please so I can get a look at you,” he coaxed the boy.

He complied, wrapping the sheets around his shoulders. The boy reached out a little hand touching Miles face, “your real. You really woke up sempu.”

Miles hardly knew any na’vi but he knew that word for sure. He studied the boy in front of him knowing in his gut that he was his. He had his father’s brow and nose. His mother’s cheeks, her smile. Most importantly their son had the brown eyes of Miles’ lover, the woman he knew without a doubt was dead. She’d never leave her son behind like this. Wouldn’t let this little boy's long, dry, blond hair, start to mat in places. The kid's stomach rumbled. She wouldn’t let him go hungry. “Miles?”

He nodded, “yeah, but people only use that name when I’m bad. Most people call me Spider.”

Miles hid his scowl, masking it with a huff of a laugh, “why do they call you that?”

Spider perked up, giving him a sunny smile that melted his father’s heart, “because I like to climb!” Miles chuckled for real at his son’s clear enthusiasm. It’s just a nickname, he reasoned with himself. It would be easier than having two Miles’.

Spider’s smile slipped as his stomach growled again, making him wrap his arms around himself. Miles scowled. “Who’s closest to the kitchen,” he called.

“Me,” Mansk answered.

“Grab somethin’ for my boy to eat would y’a…”

“But…The McCosker’s will get mad at me. I’m in trouble for leaving and if I…”

“Who are the McCosker’s,” Miles asked with an undertone of malice. Who ever they were he already hated them.

Spider averted his gaze, mumbling, “they’re my foster parents…”

Miles lifted the boy’s little head looking him square in the eye, “well daddy’s back now. And I say you're gonna eat.” Mansk entered with a sandwich cut in half. “Come here.” Spider watched curiously as his father stood but clearly panicked when the man picked him up, sitting on the bed and settling Spider on his lap in one swift movement. Miles took note of his son’s clear distress. He was rigid in his arms, blank faced. The father bounced his son on his knee trying to calm him down. Mansk handed the sandwich to Miles who then offered a bite to Spider. Hesitantly he took it.

“Good boy,” Miles said gently, rubbing his son’s back. Whether it was the praise or the touch Spider slightly relaxed. “Is it good?” Spider gave a small happy nod. Miles smiled back. “Good. Now what do you say to uncle Mansk?”

Spider turned to the recom, “thank you.”

He sounded so sweet that the hardened soldiers in the room couldn’t help but melt. “You're welcome,” Mansk said.

“Spider,” Miles called, drawing his son’s attention, “how old are you now.”

“Seven,” he answered absentmindedly, enjoying his meal.

Seven. Making it roughly six years since the war. “A big boy,” Miles bounced his son again, eliciting a little giggle from the boy that made his father grin, his heart warming. “You know when you were little I was in charge around here. Do you know who’s in charge now?”

“Jake,” Spider said without a care. The rest of the room quietly took in this information. If that traitor was running things now then they’d have to play their cards right if they wanted to get out of this one alive.

“He’s quite the fighter. I know we couldn’t take him, or his army,” Miles said keeping his tone light hearted for his son’s sake. His team was smart enough to catch on to what he really meant. Spider nodded his agreement. “Say, why’d Jake keep us asleep?” Miles said while tucking his son’s hair behind his ear so he wouldn’t accidentally eat it as he devoured his food.

Spider shrugged, “I heard him say once that only a coward would kill a man in his sleep. That’s why I guess.”

Miles could respect that. If Jake was honorable enough to not strike when they were most vulnerable, Miles was willing to bet that Jake would at least put them through some sort of trial before executing them. And that would open up a whole world of possibilities. “That was mighty kind of him. I’d sure like to thank him for keeping us all alive and thrivin’.”

Spider’s eyes lit up, “you do?”

Miles nodded, “sure I do!” His team displayed a mix of emotions as his real intentions set it. They were surrendering.

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Jake led the recoms like dogs on a leash, their hands bound and bodies tied together in a line, avatars keeping them on track with loaded guns. “Quite the trek gettin’ to your little village,” Miles said.

Jake scowled, “don’t talk to me.”

“What’s the matter Jake? We can’t have a nice conversation together?” Jake pointedly ignored him. “You all really let my boy walk all the way to the village by himself?”

“He’s not your son,” Jake hissed.

“I beg to differ. You can’t call him a demon’s son then turn around and say he doesn’t belong to me.” Jake smoldered with rage but stayed quiet. “Unless you're saying that I am not in fact Miles Quaritch, in which case me and my team can’t be held accountable for the actions of our genetic predecessors…”

“Of course your Quaritch,” Jake snapped, “that body is nothing but a blank slate. It’d sleep forever without some kind of driver…”

“So that means I’m Miles Quaritch, father of Miles “Spider” Socorro….” Jake growled, walking faster, harshly tugging on his leads to make the recoms do the same. The recoms all snickered. “I should thank you though Jake for not slandering me in front of my son. He knows I’m “bad” but doesn’t seem to know how bad…”

“It wasn’t intentional. How the hell are you supposed to tell a kid his father is responsible for the deaths of hundreds.”

“Fair.” They quieted as they approached the village. The Omatikaya lined the walkway screaming and hissing as the recoms were led to the heart of the village. Their tsahik Mo’at waited there with her daughter at her side, Neytiri’s teeth bared and snarling. Miles inclined his head to her as the recoms were lined up, “Mrs. Sully.”

“Demon!” Neytiri lunged at him, knife in hand.

“Daughter,” her mother held up her hand, placating Neytiri. She backed down but still stood ready to strike. Mo’at fixed them with a hard stare that even Miles felt uneasy under. She walked around them picking at their ears and tails, analyzing them coldly. Once she was satisfied she stood before them, the entire village waiting with bated breath for her verdict. To the shock of all, the tsahik laughed. “Ah, the great mother knows what she’s doing. You demons who so brutally destroyed our home and slaughtered our people. With no respect for the great balance! Eywa has made you one of us so you could connect and feel the devastation you brought among the people!” The villagers all screamed their agreements. “I can think of no greater punishment than to make you learn our ways. Make you understand and feel what you have done until you are so remorseful that you weep at the foot of the Tree of Souls and beg the great mother for forgiveness!” The village roared.

Miles stood there in shock. He’d expected to have to plead his case. Argue that his team were clones of their predecessors. That they couldn’t be held accountable for what they’d done. “So…your not gonna execute us?”

Mo’at looked at him in confusion, not understanding his words. Jake said, “Na’vi don’t do executions. They banish their criminals to the ash lands. But I’d tried to convince Mo’at to make an exception for you.”

Miles grinned, “well it looks like you failed…” Mo’at raped him with her walking stick right between his eyes making Miles stumble back.

“Do not think you are getting off easy! If you want to live then you will learn our ways. If you refuse I have no issue banishing you from this land. Then your fate will truly lie with Eywa.”

“Yes ma’am.” Miles bowed his head to her, the other recoms following suit.

“You will come back here tomorrow and every day after until your insanity is cured,” they nodded their agreement, “good. Now away with you!” The clan jeered and hissed as Jake led them back towards Hell’s Gate.

When they were well away from the village Miles spoke, “well, now that that’s settled, let’s talk about my boy…”

Jake scowled, “no..”

“I want back custody…”

“Absolutely not!”

“Tell me Jake, what happened last night?” Jake paused. Knowing exactly where this was going he stayed silent. “I know Hells Gate better than anyone. If anything goes haywire the systems automatically reroute power to keep the control room and the cafeteria powered and oxygenated. That’s what happened last night and those damn McCoskers left Spider behind to die! How long do you think it would’ve taken for the living quarters to run out of oxygen….”

Jake sighed, “Where having a meeting with the McCoskers when we get back…”

“And I want to be there..”

“No.”

“He’s my son! They sure as hell don’t want him! Do you want him Jake?” He shifted uncomfortably, choosing not to answer. “How about you? Do you want my kid,” Miles asked Norm. Norm also stayed quiet. “Is there a single person on that base that could give my son a lovin’ home…”

“We’re going to work something out…”

“Yeah you're gonna give me my kid.” Jake clenched his jaw, choosing to ignore Miles for the rest of the walk.

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“We don’t want him anymore,” Nash said, “he’s too wild. We’re having our own baby soon…and now that his father’s back…”

“Quaritch can’t have Spider,” Jake said.

“Why not? We’re not executing him, we’re not really imprisoning him and he wants the kid. I say let him have his little bastard…”

“Don’t call him that!” Jake yelled, fighting to maintain some level of calm.

Norm gave his friend a sympathetic smile, “we can’t let Spider stay with Nash and Mary anymore. Not after last night…” Nash didn’t even seem guilty over leaving a child to die, “….and remember the last time we had to find a placement for Spider…” Jake most certainly did. No one had been willing to take the boy. They’d had to twist Nash’s arm just to accept Spider in the first place, which was now blowing up in their faces in spectacular fashion.

“I don’t want Quaritch to win here…”

“It’s not about that Jake. It’s what’s best for Spider..”

“How could that monster be what’s best for him!”

“It’s better than nothing!” Jake scoffed, “We’ll watch Quaritch like a hawk. If anything happens to Spider we’ll take him away in a second…”

“Oh come on now,” the man in question finally said, “i’m a lot of things but do you really think I’d hurt my own child!”

“We wouldn’t be having this conversation otherwise,” Jake snapped.

“You put Spider in the custody of two people who left him to die! Who let him starve! What else have they been doing right under your nose?” Jake had the decency to look guilty.

Nash waved him off, “let him have his kid Jake. It’ll be enough punishment for him.” Jake had to stop Quaritch from lunging across the table to throttle Nash, the recom turning purple from how incensed he was.

“Fine!” Jack shouted if only to stop Quaritch from committing murder, “you can take custody of Spider! But if you hurt him I swear…”

“Pff..” Quaritch shook him off, “please. I couldn’t do any worse than you.”

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The recoms were locked into the avatar quarters for the night. Not that they minded. It finally gave them a chance to speak openly after their first chaotic day in their new bodies. “So we’re really just gonna go along with all this boss,” Prager asked.

Miles nodded, “the R.D.A is gone. For now at least. We hang tight, learn the savages way, worm our way into the rebels' operations. We’ll be sitting real pretty when the company makes their comeback.” Everyone grinned, a few cheering for their new found mission. Miles couldn’t help but smile back, “alright now get some shut eye. We got a long day tomorrow.” The others nodded agreements before settling into bed. Miles did the same. He smiled to himself thinking about tomorrow. First they’d have their silly ass lessons in the village. But then they’d start renovations on Miles' apartment from back in the day, getting it all ready for Spider to move in. A home for me and my son. He couldn’t wait.

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Hope you liked it! I do know how I'm ending this fic already but if you have any ideas for bonding/learning moments that you'd like to see I'll be happy to write them.💞

#miles spider socorro #spider socorro #miles quaritch #colonel miles quaritch #my fanfic

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genshinnrambles · 7 months

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[4.1] The Primordial Sea Pt. 2: Creation as the Key to Sin

EDIT (1/20/2024): to you, reader of the future, past me was very very wrong about this theory! like, misunderstood the lore levels of wrong. so take this post as fanfic if nothing else, it is not correct especially in the understanding of how imagination played into Caterpillar’s creation. Sorry for the blunder!

In 4.0, I wrote two theories: one was a short speculative theory on the nature of the Primordial Sea, and the second was a theory about Rhinedottir and the reason she is considered a “sinner.” With 4.1’s release, including the Archon Quest and the world quest Unfinished Comedy, I believe there is now enough information for a short follow-up theory that synthesizes them and makes one more attempt to understand 1) what it means to be a “sinner” in Teyvat, and 2) what it means to be “born with sin.”

SPOILERS: Fontaine Archon Quest up to the end of Act IV, Ancient Colors, and some dialogue from the end of Unfinished Comedy, which is a world quest with the NPC Caterpillar in the Fortress of Meropide. You have been warned!

edit: please excuse some formatting errors I’ve noticed that are only visible on mobile with some of the bulleted lists. on web, the post seems to be okay. I will fix these asap!

First I’d like to summarize the two previous theories and their main findings/points. They’re linked above if you’d like to read them in full, but it’s not necessary to follow the rest of this post.

In the Primordial Sea theory, I theorized that it could be either of these two things:

The blood of some higher being.

Who: Either Nibelung or the first Hydro Sovereign, based on the weapon ascension material lore from Fontaine

Why:

The copious End of Evangelion references in the Fontaine AQ, including how Primordial Seawater behaves so similarly to LCL, which is the blood of Lilith, who is the progenitor of humanity in Evangelion

Several life forms in Genshin have arisen from a higher being’s blood too such as the Melusine and the Jinn (technically, in the latter’s case).

The “water” in Elynas is described as “blood” by Jakob, a very peculiar description given all of the above

The amniotic fluid of the egg that hatched the Primordial One

Why: Idk man it just seemed like a possibility at the time.

Needless to say, as time goes on I’m more convinced that it’s likely the first option, blood. I have even more reasons beyond the above to believe so, but they will be outlined in another theory I’m working on right now about the Urstone in Yoimiya’s second story quest.

In the theory about Rhinedottir and the meaning of “sin,” I used Sigmund Freud’s psychoanalytic theory of dream interpretation as a framework to understand how Rhinedottir is “positioned,” so to speak, as an alchemist and creator of life. In summary:

Freud thought the psychological significance of dreams was to fulfill wishes that we haven’t fulfilled either because we have repressed them into the unconscious or cannot fulfill them in real life for one reason or another

He thought that the reason we dream is that the “wish” is attempting to be remembered and acknowledged by our ego – the dream is produced as the wish tries to cross the boundary between the conscious and the unconscious (and this boundary is “where” dreams occur)

A wish is, in essence, a thought – and dreams are the translation of a thought into images.

With this analogy in mind, here is how Rhinedottir and her dragon children fit into it:

Teyvat and everything under the rule of the Seven is the conscious/ego

The Abyss and everything outside of the rule of the Seven is the unconscious

Elynas and Durin and all of their unnamed siblings are repressed/unfulfilled wishes. A direct reference to this is actually made in the lore text for Festering Desire, where Rhinedottir does seem to explicitly refer to them as unfulfilled wishes.

Rhinedottir, then, is the “dreamer,” because she translates these “thoughts” into “images” with the power of alchemy.

The reason that this makes Rhinedottir a “sinner” is because “sinning” and “dreaming” have a pre-existing association in Genshin. An example would be the Sinshades of Tokoyo, which are afterimages of the strong emotions of Enkanomiya’s former citizens.

Freud believed these “strong emotions” are what underlie an unfulfilled wish.

The “afterimage” is a translation of the “thought” or “strong emotion” that Istaroth preserved into something with “form.”

Just like a dream (if you exclude daydreams, I suppose) only happens at night, when the “censorship” that protects our ego from repressed thoughts is weakest, the Sinshades only appear during Evernight when the Hyperion sun is extinguished.

I largely stand by everything in these two theories still, but I think what Rhinedottir theory fails to do in its current state is make clear that sinning is about more than just "dreaming," but creating life.

The Meaning of Sin: Imagination

Caterpillar, the NPC who exists somewhere between the boundary of human and Hilichurl, has something very interesting to say at the end of Unfinished Comedy when we ask him about his master, Rene (who he calls “Narzissenkreuz”), and whether or not Rene “created” him:

Caterpillar: Also, it is not quite correct to say that he "created me." Traveler: How so? Caterpillar: Creation is a feat for a god... If we may call the one above a "god." Caterpillar: In the tenets of Narzissenkreuz, do you know what is most critical in creating someone? Paimon: What is it? Caterpillar: It's imagination. Imagining a person, down to the last detail, akin to an Oceanid imagining a creature in the wild. Caterpillar: There's a story that tells of a powerful mage-priest imagining his own son, only to realize he himself was the product of someone else's imagination.

Now, I cannot emphasize enough how huge this dialogue is for solving the Archon Quest’s mystery. “Imagination” is the key – it is, at its core, just like the process of dreaming: translating thoughts into images. The only difference is that dreaming is an unconscious process that happens when we’re asleep, while using your imagination is an active, conscious process.

The other key is that creation is a feat for a god, so if someone usurps that power, they have “sinned.” Creation is so closely related here and in general to using your imagination and dreaming, translating thoughts into images and giving them “forms,” so to be “born with sin,” I think, can’t be anything short of this: being created with a power that does not “belong” to your creator.

So, let’s think about the Primordial Sea again and the prophecy: the Primordial Sea is supposed to be the origin of all life forms, and just as it gave rise to them, it will someday devour them again and cleanse their sins. If Fontainians are the only ones who dissolve when they touch Primordial Seawater, then this origin from the Primordial Sea is either so diluted in other humans in Teyvat as to be inconsequential, OR this origin is truly unique to Fontainians alone. In other words, the specific way that Fontainians were created is fundamentally different from how other humans in Teyvat were created. They were created by a power that was “usurped,” meaning that their creator is not a "true god," if we go off what Caterpillar said.

At the end of Act IV, Neuvillette uses what remains of his Authority of Hydro to push back the Primordial Sea and overrule its imminent sentencing, if only temporarily. Now, I’m still very hesitant to say that this Primordial Sea/Blood belongs to the former Hydro Sovereign Scylla, if only because it seems that Scylla and the God-King Remus went to the Primordial Sea together in the Broken Goblet of the Pristine Sea lore. Otherwise, Scylla is kinda the prime suspect here.

But to be honest, I think I was also wrong to say the Primordial Sea only ever had one “origin,” though I do think even more so now that one of those origins is a Sovereign (whether that’s Scylla or Nibelung [hmmmmmmm] or whoever). What I missed from the weapon ascension material lore is the allusion that the primordial sea is a mixture of both pure water and “ichor.” It seems that what Remus, the Usurper-King, used to create his kingdom was the ichor:

“Combining the immortal stone with the Ichor essence extracted from primordial water, and carved into a race as black as iron— with arcane lithos for skin and Ichor for blood, never again fearing the curse of returning to the primeval past…” –Wine Goblet of the Pristine Sea

And that ichor that Remus extracted is likely abyssal in nature too. This is clear from the effects of Sinthe on people who ingest it - euphoria, difficulty controlling emotions, similar to getting drunk (which, yes, its namesake is likely Absinthe). As said in A Drunkard’s Tale: "What you humans call wine, we wolves call the abyss."

This also ties back to Rhinedottir and how she created her dragons. The “medium” that Rhinedottir uses to “dream” is her alchemy, and the ingredients she used seems to have been abyssal in nature as well, hence the special “blood” or “ichor” that ran through both Durin and Elynas’ veins.

The Pure Water is likely what makes the Primordial Sea respond to Neuvillette’s authority, the “dragon” part of the Primordial Sea. So what’s up with the Abyss likely being in there too? What’s really going on here, and how is it connected with the whale?

I’m especially curious about this bit from Golden Bird’s Shedding:

“It was at this very moment that the golden era suddenly ceased, plunging down into ceaseless war and rebellion. The throne chamber was filled with cries of conquest and destruction and the agony of the barbarian tribes, and the God King awoke, startled.”

…because that sounds an awful lot like Deshret “waking up” amidst the wars in Gurabad, especially this short excerpt from Staff of the Scarlet Sands:

“"The Sand King sleeps alone in secret dreams, drawing up new theorems." "None shall have to drink salt water in the King's realm, for everything in the new world shall be good."

Did Remus find Forbidden Knowledge too? And if so…where/how?

I said this was going to be short, so I’m gonna wrap things up here despite there being more rabbit holes to go down. But I think this is it - the bearer of the “original sin,” the original sinner of Fontaine if you will, was likely Remus, who usurped the power of creation. This is the only reason that I can think Fontainians are different from other humans in Teyvat . One last thing to note is that, from the Wine Goblet of the Pristine Sea, it does sound like the prophecy predates even Remuria itself and that Remus was trying to transcend that fate by creating his golems. Maybe Remus even first heard of this prophecy from Scylla when they went to the sea together. This is why I'm trying to be so specific - he was the first to try and transcend this fated end in Fontaine.

As for how or why these “sins” persist, why or how they keep being reborn after the great flood reclaims the "ichor" that was stolen from it....I think only the Golden Troupe and Rene de Petrichor knew.

On the bright side, let’s say everybody gets dissolved in the finale of Act V and Furina really is the only one left, weeping on her throne: as long as she remembers everyone, can imagine them down to the last detail, she should be able to bring everyone back. But if it goes that way, the cycle would probably just repeat. Surely she has another plan?

Anyway, thanks for reading! If you have a different take I’d also be happy to hear it, as this doesn't come close to covering everything and I'm sure there's still a lot of holes re: Remurian civilization details.

#genshin impact #genshin lore #genshin meta #genshin impact lore #genshin impact meta #genshin theory #fontaine lore #primordial sea #rhinedottir #hydro sovereign #remuria #narzissenkreuz #theory

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Escapee

Title: Escapee Summary: An escaped experiment is tracked down and forced to deliver there and then. Content Warning: Mentions of experiments; birth; pregnancy (slightly forced); inaccurate medical intervention to worsen labour Rating: 18+ (For content/subject matter) Author Note: Something I wrote long ago, may go back and edit it later on

Using the side of buildings for support she staggered through the docks looking for shelter, most of the buildings had been locked up tight to try and prevent theft and damages. Luckily for her she came across one of the abandoned warehouse, some of the wooden barriers had rotted over time and begun to fall apart. Pulling at the wood she was able to make a big enough gap for her to crawl through; a strong pungent smell assaulted her senses and she almost threw up, however, there was nothing in her belly so all she did was wretch.

“Oh god,” she cried out in pain, this newest contraction brought her to her knees.

Whimpering she crawled along the floor until she reached the wall farthest from the hole she’d made. Rolling over she sat against the cold stone, her hands rubbing circles over her belly trying to ease the building pressure she felt.

“I think she went this way,” a voice called out in the distance followed by the sound of dogs barking as they sought to pick up her scent.

“It’s gonna be okay, we’re gonna be okay,” she muttered to the unborn being inside her, rubbing the side of her belly. A soft pop broke the silence around; amniotic fluid pooled to the floor, it looked oily. Though the pressure in her pelvis had ease slightly, the contractions had become stronger. She clutched her belly unable to hold back the scream as her muscles tightened; was it meant to hurt this badly?

“Over here,” a familiar voice called out. She watched in fear and panic as the rest of the wooden boards were torn away to reveal several shapes of various builds and heights.

“N-No, stay away from me,” she protested.

“That is impossible, especially when you stole something that belongs to us,” an older gentleman stated stepping forward. He was referred to simply as 'the doctor' and he had performed the artificial insemination and monitored her throughout the entire pregnancy.

“I didn’t steal it, it’s mine,” the woman protested as four more figures rushed into the room. She tried to struggle against them as they forced her onto her back; two pressed her shoulders to the cold floor while the other two held her legs open.

“Stupid woman,” the doctor mocked settling between her spread legs, “it was never yours to begin with. You were just the incubator,” he set down his black bag and opened it. Meticulously, he slipped a mask over his nose and mouth, pulled on a pair of latex gloves and pushed up her nightgown, “I’d much have preferred the delivery to occur back in the lab,” he stated, “but you had to make things difficult for us.” He laid a blanket on floor in preparation for the delivery; the last thing he wanted was for his creation to become sick due to the unsterilized conditions.

His hands moved over her belly feeling the way the muscles were tensing, the skin tightening as it delved in slightly revealing an inhuman shape shifting, “Good,” the doctor smiles, “nice and strong, that’s what we want.” Whether he was talking about her contractions or the offspring she didn’t know.

“Ohhh…it…hurts…” the young woman moaned trying to shift her hips in order to relieve the pressure she was feeling but the assistants kept her firmly pinned. The doctor’s hand moved out of sight as he checks her dilation; thick fingers pushing and probing unceremoniously.

“Nine centimetres, we’re almost there,” he announces. Even he is surprised by how quickly things are progressing, though she had been moving constantly for a while so that probably helped the progress.

“No…huff,” she pants, “you can’t-argh” her back arches slightly as her belly contorts painfully.

“Just breathe,” the doctor instructs, “there’s no use in fighting, one way or another you’re going to deliver on what you promised.”

She can feel the head as it pressed against her cervix, the thin membrane pulling taunt over the large head, she lets out a shriek, “I won’t let you take…nnggghhh” again a contraction cuts off her sentence as she grits her teeth and tries to move her hips.

“I had planned to perform an extraction, but it’s too late for that,” he explained reaching into his bag and pulling out a large piece of rolled up fabric. Undoing the string of the fabric he unfurled it along the floor revealing various types of medical equipment, “It appears we’re going to have to do this naturally,” his pressed two fingers inside her glad to see she had fully dilated, “This is it, on the next contraction I want you to push as hard as you can,” he instructed withdrawing his fingers and placing his hands on the top of her kness.

She shook her head, she didn’t want to deliver her unborn into the hands of this mad man. Who knows what plans he and his group had? She would never forgive herself if she just gave up now. There had to be another way, she had to resist.

“Please…huff… don’t do this,” she begged shaking her head in desperation, grappling to form some sort of plan. All around her she was surrounded, there was no chance of escaping now, not that she could run if the opportunity presented itself.

“Hush,” the doctor scolded, “focus on pushing.”

“Just let me go,” she continued.

“That isn’t possible, now stop begging, I need you to cooperate with me so this can be a successful delivery,” the doctor told her, “but I’m going to warn you, this will be very painful, the growth serum we used has worked better than expected,” he appeared to smile behind his mask.

Her newest contraction came without warning, at first she tried to fight the urge to push but it was pointless. She could feel her birth canal stretching at the creature inside of her moved downwards. It was a slow process, one that left her panting and gasping for air.

“Come on now,” the doctor said, “I need you to push harder than that.”

“I-I can’t…” she whimpered, “It’s too bi-nngh.” She pressed her chin into her chest as another contraction began. With how things were progressing she feared it may take all night or that she might pass out. Fear gripped her; this was the final stage so to speak, what happens after the delivery? Would she be obsolete? After all it was the experiment they were after.

“What’s happening doctor?” one of the assistant’s asked as they dabbed the young woman’s forehead. At least an hour had passed them by but no progress seemed to have been made. She was covered in sweat, the nightgown and hair sticking to her body uncomfortably.

“It’s as I fear,” the doctor sighed as he ran his hands over the woman’s belly and check her progress, “the experiment is much larger than I anticipated,” he shook his head, had they been in the lab then he could have easily remedied the situation but out here in the field he needed to adapt, “get her on her feet,” he instructed.

“What’s happening?” the woman asked as she was hauled into a standing position. Her knees knocked together and she began to whine in protest, the pain seemed to increase with movement. The assistants ignored her as they pulled her legs further apart to give the offspring room when it would finally emerge into the world. Everyone had one simple task, as well as the labouring mother, ensure this was a successful delivery.

“We’re trying to move things along,” the doctor remarked, “You’ve made things quite difficult with your little stunt,” he added, “Gravity should help us though,” he concluded pushing up her gown and kneeling between her spread legs.

The woman made a feeble attempt at struggling but her captors showed no sign of releasing her. The urge to push came over her as she felt the creature move downwards slowly, “Oh god…” she cried out, “It’s coming!” She couldn’t stop this, the birth was inevitable.

“That’s it,” the doctor praised reaching under her gown and rubbing a hand over her belly, already he noted progress being made as gravity began to pull the creature through her birth canal, he added firm pressure to the top of the fleshy dome in order to encourage the offspring.

The young woman balled her hands into fists; small crescent shapes cutting into her palms as she gritted her teeth, it wasn’t supposed to be like this. All her plans; altered and now here she was struggling to bring life into the world. Life she was never supposed to become attached too but now meant the world to her.

“Push,” the doctor ordered.

She had no other option, she would figure out a way to save both herself and her offspring once it was safely delivered. Once thing she promised herself, she would not allow them to be kept captive; she’d escaped once she could do it again.

Burning pain washed over her and she cried out as she began to bulge. The doctor moved his fingers to help her stretch; the skin was being pulled paper thin, turning white as the head inched forward a little more. She swore she was about to split in half as she tried to desperately gulp for air, the smell of copper permeated the air.

“I can see the head,” the doctor announced, “I need another strong push, just like that one.”

“Oh god, make it stop, it’s tearing me apart,” she shrieked. She was pushing so hard that her skin was flushed red and the veins in her neck were standing out. The giant head continued to stretch her impossibly wide until it popped free in a rush of fluids.

“That’s it, the head is free,” the doctor announced, cradling the giant head with one hand while he used the index finger of the other to ensure the cord wasn’t wrapped around the neck before helping her stretch a little more.

The shoulders were the next to be delivered; surprisingly, they didn't cause as much trouble at the head. The offspring rotated and one by one the shoulders popped free causing the woman to groan in discomfort.

“I need one more big push,” the doctor instructed as a new contraction began, he gently tugged the creature from its mother’s body as she pushed weakly, gravity doing the majority of the work. He held the beastly creature out of sight from the host, he didn’t think she’d appreciate his work because after all that’s what she’d brought into the world, some sort of genetically altered beast. Its limbs wiggled in the air as it squirmed testing out its new found freedom. He laid the creature down in a blanket as he cut the umbilical cord.

“A big, strong healthy boy,” the doctor smiled.

She felt another contraction but it wasn’t as strong as the others, one big push had the afterbirth being expelled from her body and onto the floor with a wet thud. She went limp, if not for the men still holding her up she would have collapsed.

“Please…” she begged, “just let us go…let me take him home…”

The doctor shook his head, “I can’t do that my sweet; you signed a contract. You’re coming back to the facility with us.”

“No,” she protested as a vehicle pulled out outside the warehouse, a gurney wheeled in by another two assistants. She made a desperate attempt to struggle, to reach out for the being she’d just delivered but it proved useless as she was severely weakened from the delivery. There was a sharp sting in her neck as she was laid upon the gurney and straps applied to her body. Everything began to darken, she mumbled incoherently as she was wheeled away.

‘<i>I’ll need to make sure everything is properly secured this time. I can’t chance any of them getting to a hospital, all my work would be ruined</i>’ the doctor thought as he watched the surrogate being wheeled away. He looked down at the experiment and smiled, “let’s go see your siblings,” he said as he left the warehouse to the clean-up crew.

Come tomorrow everything would be how it once was.

#dark #horror #birth #medfet #evil doctor #experiment #story #fantasy #18+

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exosorcery · 10 months

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EMERGENCE! A Kel’Dor Pouching Story

It’s happening! It’s happening!

Sim is the creator of a blog ABOUT Kel’ Dors, for NON- Kel’ Dors. He harvests raw video materials from all over the place, however he can - and tonight, guess what’s up for discussion? That’s right.

Pouching is an extremely guarded and private rite in the life of a Kel’ Dor family. It’s also the most painful part of the childbearing experience for a female. She is extremely slight in the midsection to start with, AND that tiny space needs to (A) push two melon sized eggs through tiny extrusions in the abdominal wall into her pouches and (B) open the pouch pockets on the exterior of her abdomen so the amniotic fluid can drain. Mum is in pain, the puppy pads she’s been sleeping on for a week are drenched, and her protective maternal hormones are in overdrive. THIS is not a welcome intrusion, to put it mildly.

Male Kel’ Dors are raised knowing full well that a female in this state is NOT to be trifled with. Just... hold her hand. That is all... (Sim’s maternal GGmother sent her mate to the Emerg. for sixty eight stitches during a pouching event, once upon a time).

And for Force’s sake, keep the kids OUT.

Not sure what happened here. I DO know what Sim’s next life lesson will be though.

(Sim’s blog gig (for Dor”shan/about Kel’ Dors) was inspired by an initiative taken on by the Helsinki city government in the 2000′s... Get talented kids to be the ambassadors for the city, and the local culture. Sim’s skills with public speaking, Graphic Arts and Design and Video Editing got him the job).

Enjoy!

#star wars fanart #star wars fanfiction #kel dor headcanon #Star Wars Dorin #Dor'Shan star wars #kel dor are just the coolest!#Sim is a little shit

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starr-fall-knight-rise · 1 year

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Cataclysm

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An uneasy standstill, the calm before the storm. The war had begun, yet the only shots to be fired were still contained upon the derelict space station. Space itself was still, a tense chess game waiting to break out into violence. Pieces moved on either side while the sacrificial pawns had yet to be played.

Adam sat in the cockpit of the F-90 Darkfire, roosting in tense silence with several other squadrons of aircraft, Maker designed and human designed all intermingled. The F-90 had been retrofitted to run on Anima energy, and when the instruments lit up, they glowed a delicate gold.

He took a deep breath, slow and steady through his nose and closed his eyes.

He could feel his heart racing inside his chest dancing out a manic rhythm.

“Fealty?”

The AI who had been humming subtly in the background of his suit, responded to his command, appearing on his hud as a little cartoon dog with its head tilted. The image sort of reminded him of waffles, and pancake, and those thoughts made his heart hurt.

“Show me/”

The little cartoon dog vanished, replaced by a reel of pictures: Kay curled up with waffles and Pancake, Kay in his Halloween costume, Kay asleep as a baby inside his mother’s helmet. Sunny holding Astra and Nyx, His parents Holding the twins, He squeezed his eyes shut and his head hurt.

They had to win this.

He would do anything to be able to see his children again even if that meant saving the universe to do it….. Another part of him realized that he would do anything….. Just to let his kids live, even if it meant never seeing them again. He opened his eyes, looking through the docking bay’s energy field and out towards the great black behemoth that lurked at the center of the galaxy

Sagittarius A*

Adam was willing to exist the destruction of his soul, willing to exist never existing.

Just so they could

The thought clawed its way into his throat, choking him, but he fought it down.

No time to think about himself, only time to think about his family and his friends.

His hand tightened on the joystick.

“T-Minus thirty.” Someone announced over the coms.

Red lights started flashing inside the docking bay. Adam could feel the sudden rumble of engines as they moved from idle.

He did the same with his own jet, watching as the docking bay crew scuttle around on the floor ahead of them, waving flags and markers as everyone was settled into last minute position.

His headset chirped to life, and from he copilot seat Krill’s voice came, “You know, after all of these years being terrified for my life, this might be the first time I will actually have the ability to wet myself.”

Adam snorted.

It had taken an entire team and a half to get Krill fitted into the copilot seat.

In order to come at all his SE armor had been fitted with a pressurized amniotic compartment where his real body was stashed inside a thick viscous liquid, kind of like the brain inside spinal fluid. It was krill’s belief that his more fragile body would be protected, while his more human form could operate with impunity. However, that meant the suit he wore was absolutely massive, more like a mech than a suit at all, and it had taken some creative thinking to fit him inside.

Still, Adam was glad for the company, no shade to Krill, but he missed Sunny.

As battle partner they had sworn to be at each other’s backs always, but a conversation before the operation began had resulted in the two of them coming to the decision that they needed to go in separately on the off chance one of them didn’t make it, they wanted at least one parent to survive.

So, while Adam was going in on the jet, Sunny had chosen to join her family on a Drev drop carrier with the other warriors of her clan, Lanus and Sunny at their head.

Lanus, Sunny, Kanan, Dzara, the entire family together, and that at least made him feel better.

“You sure you’re up for this.” He asked, his voice strangely warped and tinny over the comms.”

“Do I look like someone who can back out now.”

“T-minus Ten, nine, eight, seven.”

“Guess not.

And then there it was, the familiar pressure building up in the cradle of his pelvis. Adam sighed, Here he was a grown ass man, and still his body’s nervous response was suddenly and and unexplainably needed to pee, even after several trips to the bathroom “just in case”

“Two, one zero.”

…..

“Launch.”

Hundreds of engines firing all at once, until the night sky was filled with the burning golden glow of their engines, like a swarm of fireflies. Adam took point, exiting the empyrean and passing through the docking bay field and out into the silence of space. All around him thousands of other smaller ships joined him, in thousands of different shapes and sizes. He could only imagine what it might have looked like from a distance.

Fireworks.

Maybe.

Their plan was to strike hard and fast.

No mercy

No remorse.

There was no room for polite warfare, this was the end of the universe as they knew it, and manners were out of place, and out of time.

Evidently the Vodi felt the same way.

As soon as the first fighter, Adam, deployed, the Void matched with a response of its own, spitting spiked jets painted with tortured orange voidlight straight towards them, like the pellets from the barrel of a shotgun. Adam felt like it should have had a sound, an explosion, or a crackle like fire, or even an eruption like a volcano.

But the violence happened in complete silence.

Though the clash that came rocked the universe.

The first death occurred, not from weapons, but as two opposing fighters slammed together in a brief but fiery ball of debris erupting outward like an explosive mine, shredding at least two fighters that came too close.

One listed sideways ramming into another fighter, the two falling into an interlocking spin that tore them apart. Adam cut to the side, and then dove down, cutting narrowly between the wings of two opposing ships, deploying countermeasure rockets as he was passing between them, tagging both enemy ships in the fuselage and ripping them apart with a sharp and silent explosion. The hammering of his heart died away, slowly lulled by combat until both his hands and his body were steady, silent and controlled. The pressure on his bladder vanished as the nerves went wit them.

Nothing mattered now, but the moment.

The sky was chaos, bumper cars on steroids strapped to explosives. Adam rolled to avoid an explosion on his left, cutting i na shallow arc under a vessel passing in the other direction. Fealty tagged enemy targets, highlighting them in red where his normal human vision would be unable to keep up.

He spun once, very sharply to his left, falling into the trailing path of an enemy fighter locking on briefly before deploying rockets.

The ship exploded, and he dove downward avoiding the debris.

Killing enemy fighters was all well and good, but he never took his eyes off the real goal.

The necrotorium, glowing orange like the promised hell that it was, still so far away and surrounded by a wall of steel rubbed raw by the sickly orange light of their shields.

A voice crackled in his headset “Cherub, This is mad dog Four o clock on your right”

“Think you can hack it mad dog.” Adam asked,

“We’re going to find out.

“This is wicked Eight o'clock high.”

“Welcome aboard, wicked, try not to die.” Adam said, and then Dove down and back into the frey. Behind him Wicked and Mad dog followed in desperation to keep on his tail. Adam called out his moves before he made them, and together they cut into the bulk of the enemy squadron.

Adam’s dash beeped,

“He’s trying to lock on me.” Adam said.

“I got him, I got him. Cherub roll right!” Wicked shouted

Adam rolled right, his pursuer streaking through the palace where he had been and exploding a few seconds past that moment

“HA!” Wicked said, her voice crackling over the radio.

“Deploying countermeasures.” Mad Dog shouted, and another explosion lightened the black sky.

They were moving forward, sure and steady. Adam cut at a diagonal past two incoming fighters and then reversed his engines coming to a halt and shooting backwards as they tried to turn. Fealty marked both, and deployed the heat seekers that found their mark. Adam rotated the jet on its axis 180 degrees and shot in the other direction.

They were coming up on the bulk of the Armada now.

Massive blak ships loomed over them.

One of the ships pulsed, a powerful beam of burning orange void light pulsed from its cannons, vaporizing a straight line of fighters in the process, leaving nothing behind but dust.

Fealty chirped in warning, and Adam cut right just as another beam shot through the place where he had been.

Wicked shouted.

Mad dog cursed.

The ball of steel rose up…. This was going to be too much.

How were they going to get through this and the shield?!

And then, Adam saw it.

It was a miracle that he did. What it took to have him here in the right place and at the right time might as well have been a miracle, and still he only noticed because out of all the red highlights on his dash, as fealty lit up his enemies, he couldn’t help but notice the tiny dash of green.

A friendly.

At first Adam thought another jet might have made it ahead of him, but in the heat of the moment, as his subconscious brain was running in parallel to his active combat brain he realized the small dot wasn’t moving, and it was far too small to be a ship.

Momentum carrying him closer, it wasn’t until Adam was nearly right up on it that he realized.

The figure was humanoid.

Floating simply in the middle of space, gone unnoticed by the Void.

That fact wasn’t to last long.

As the figure raised his hands, and let off a psychic wave of energy that almost imploded Adam’s mind in the backlash.”

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hellhound5925 · 9 months

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I apologize I never posted this and I just realized it 😅 don't hate me 🖤

Cyare Verd *Beloved Warrior* Bad Batch Edition

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Lab Rat

————Warning: Mention of needles and medical equipment————

After a while I lose track of how many needles, how many blood samples, how many food trays...but not how many rotations I've been here. 15 to be exact, 15 little slash marks I've made in the wall so I don't lose track...I have finally come to terms with my situation and decided that it's worth keeping myself alive and in good shape - if not for me - for Ad'ika... for both of them really... Nala Se has taken over from the other scientist and she's much quieter than an I've been used to - must be the other one couldn't handle my sense of humor.

Today I'm in the lab for more blood tests and I guess this time they want something more but Nala Se wouldn't tell me what. "How's Omega? Is she alright." Nala Se sighs "Omega is fine. Now, I'm going to take another blood sample and then we will move on." "What exactly are they looking for? Can't they just use any other clone?" "You present a rare opportunity for them." "I've always wanted to be someone's lab rat..." Nala Se takes the blood sample and sticks it into some machine and looks at the screen before typing something in. I notice one of my restrains isn't quite as tight as it should be. "You're low on vitamins that are crucial for development. I am going to give you something to help with that." She heads over to a cabinet and pulls maker knows what out and put it into another needle. I roll my eyes "Another needle...It's what I've always wanted." Just as I wiggle my wrist free she heads my way and I pray to Maker she doesn't notice. She injects whatever it is into my arm before moving on to the next test. "So now what are you going to do?" She doesn't respond to me "What is it?" I ask starting to panic. My heart rate monitor starts to increase. "Amniotic fluid can tell us much about the fetus considering how small it is..." "Woah woah woah...Pare!? (Wait?) How are you going to get that?" I ask not really wanting to know the answer. Nala Se shows me a very large needle and the heart rate monitor spikes. "You need to relax...this is very delicate—" "Oh no, no, no, no" using my free arm, I undo the buckle on my other one. I roll off the table - opposite to Nala Se - and tip it over so I'm behind it. Frantically I look around for a weapon of any kind but come up empty handed. The door slides open and I hear multiple sets of heavy boots enter the room. "Osik (shit) this is really bad..." Theres banging on the glass window above. It grabs my attention and I stop looking up "Omega?" The next thing I know there's 4 stormtroopers surrounding me "Stop, this won't end well for you". I smirk and immediately put my arms in the air as surrender. One of the troopers approaches and as he does, I take his blaster while using him as a shield. The other 3 troopers shoot stun bolts at him and in the mean time I'm able to stun one of them. By the time they realize what's happened, I stun another and dodge the last one. Getting behind him, I use the blaster to put him in a choke hold until he's unconscious. Letting go I turn my blaster to fire regular bolts and point it at Nala Se "Don't move." The doors slide open again and this time a dozen more stormtroopers enter the room. "Now, now. I thought you were smarter..." Hemlock pushes his way through all of them to the front. My arm starts to shake and sweat is forming on my brow. I really can't get out of this alone... "Put the blaster down...there's no need for this...you aren't getting out of here..." Slowly I lower the blaster and drop it to the floor. "Kick it over here." I roll my eyes and do as I'm told. Hemlock nods at one of the stormtroopers. "On your knees. Hands on your head." I do as I'm told and the trooper cuffs me. "Very good" Hemlock says in a way that makes my stomach churn. He walks over to one of the med cabinets, grabbing a syringe and a bottle. Making his way over to me, he draws up whatever is in the bottle "Now...where were we? Oh yes." I struggle against the grip of the stormtroopers but Hemlock injects me with the syringe and everything goes black.

I come to back in my room on my bed. Lifting my shirt to inspect the area on my stomach that hurts, I see a small bacta patch. Sighing I lay back down and curl into a ball. Tears stream down my face in defeat. Two weeks since Tech, two weeks since I've seen Hunter, just under two weeks since I've seen Omega...two weeks I've been alone...again...but this time its not by choice...I haven't lost faith in the fact that Wrecker, Echo, and Hunter will find us...I'm just losing faith in how soon that will be...another food tray and another red light. I sit there in the dim red glow and eat my dinner before crawling into bed. Unfortunately I don't sleep much because by the time I fall asleep...I see the look in Tech's eyes as he disappears into the fog...Omega, after the rail car accident...the look of defeat on Hunter's face back in Cid's parlor...and sometimes I can't tell if I'm dreaming or being hauled back off to the lab...

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At this point there's 25 slash marks on the wall but I stopped adding to it a few days ago. I don't even fight back when they come to get me because that either ends in being stunned or drugged. Any smart remark I would have has been replaced by silence. Nala Se updates me on the growth of my baby - probably more for her and everyone else in the room rather than me - and I want to be happy but I feel like the life has been sucked from me. I'm sore from being poked all the time and it feels like I'm a circus act on display. Hemlock even periodically checks in and the hate I have for that man...don't even get my started...I stare at the ceiling in the med bay while Nala Se quietly goes about her business today. Not a word from her which is odd but I don't bother to ask. I don't much care anymore...she moves around me and does her usual routine in silence. The droid assisting her uses its scanner to get images inside. She says something to it but I wasn't listening. The droid touches my lower stomach with something cold and a loud noise I can only describe like a fast paced swishing can be heard. It confuses me for a moment because the monitor I'm hooked to is still beeping but much slower. Nala Se leans her long skinny neck over me "I thought you might like to hear the heart beat. It is still quite early but at this stage the heart begins to beat on its own." I close my eyes while tears slide down my cheeks, this should be a happy moment shared between Hunter and I...not here with a Kaminoan in an Imperial base...what do they care...She continues her work quietly and I let my brain wander to a much happier place. Pabu to be exact...some of the late nights and early mornings Hunter and I had together or some of my Mando'a lessons with Omega, are the only things that keeps me sane.

When the commandos come to get me this time, there are fewer of them and more stormtroopers. Those poor clones...I don't think I want to know what's being done to them...suddenly I notice we aren't headed towards my room, but a much brighter section of the base. "Where are we going?" No response. I shouldn't be surprised a this point...they never respond to me. Next thing I know I'm being tossed into a room much nicer than mine. The walls are still grey, but the bed is a little bigger, theres a window, and an actual room for the fresher. I turn to ask what's going on the door is slammed in my face. Running a hand down my face, I head for the bed and lay facing the wall. After a few moments the door opens and I hear small footsteps approaching. "Raven?" I small familiar voice asks. I roll over and see Omega standing there in shock. "Om'ika? (Little Omega/daughter- essentially)" She races over, throwing herself on the bed and wrapping her arms around me. "You're here! You're really here!" "Whats going on?" I ask her confused. "Doctor Emerie said she recommended they bring you here to stay with me so we can be together!" I hug Omega back and cry but this time tears of relief "I'm so happy to see you Omega. I've missed you..." She pulls away for a second, "How is Vod'ika (Little brother or sister)? I hope it's okay that I call them that because we don't know whether its a boy or girl..." She rambles like its been on her mind for sometime. I sigh sadly, "Alright I guess...I got to hear their heart beat today." Omega look at me surprised, "I was doing research...I thought it was after 5 weeks that you can hear....oh..." she thinks out loud. "How long as it been?" "I think 8 weeks...I lost track of how long we've been here..." she looks at me wide eyed. I sigh and pick at my fingernails. "I miss them too..." she says sadly.

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It's been weeks and nothing...no information on the exact location of Hemlock's base...I sit in the cockpit of the Marauder to try to quiet my senses. Ever since that day...I can't sleep, can't eat...I can't even think about anything else. Omega and Raven are out there somewhere and they need our help...I'm also still trying to wrap my head around the fact that Raven is pregnant...with my child...I don't know any clone who had kids...we should be on Pabu, making a new life for ourselves and...the sound of the ramp lowering pulls me from my thoughts. "Hunter?" I don't move or answer but I know it's Echo. He sits down next to me "Rex is back and he's brought a friend..." Now he's got my attention.

I follow Echo out of the Marauder to the old Clone War's AT-TE walker we are using as a 'base'. Rex is there with Gregor, they both nod at me when I enter. There's a Commander who I do not recognize in grey and white plastoid. "Commander Wolffe this is Sargent Hunter from Clone Force 99, Sargent Hunter this is Commander Wolffe." We shake hands. "Echo filled us in...I'm sorry Hunter...we will do whatever we can to help" Rex tells me. I nod my thanks, "Saw Gerrera...he was there and might know something. Got any ideas how to find him?" Rex nods at Gregor who goes over to one of the computers and begins typing, "We don't exactly know where he is... but we do know how to contact him!" Wolffe chimes in "Actually...I think I can help with that..." he heads over to the Navi computer and begins typing.

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Omega catches me up on everything that she had learned since we have arrived here. The female scientist who claimed to be Omega's sister is Doctor Emerie Karr who happens to be a clone. She, I guess took over the program after Crosshair killed the other scientist - Go Crosshair, I don't even know him but I already like him. However, there are still a lot of holes..."Ni ceta (I'm sorry) but how exactly do you know all this?" "Emerie told me..." "Are you sure we can trust her?" "I don't know but so far that all checks out. I mean why else would we be here? She also seems to be protecting the clones. That's why Hemlock pulled her from you. She didn't want to put you in harms way so he pulled her and Nala Se took her place." I think it over for a moment - Doctor Emerie never really did anything other than take my blood for the longest time...but Nala Se has done way worse.... - "Okay, but what exactly am are they looking for?" "I'm not really sure....Emerie wouldn't tell me" She shrugs. "Alright, but there's still a lot of gaps...Like where exactly are we? Also, what about Crosshair? Have you seen or heard from him? I mean the last time I saw him he was unconscious, strapped to a table." She sighs sadly "I don't know where we are...Emerie wouldn't tell me and no, I haven't seen Crosshair...they won't let me near him..." she thinks for a moment before perking up "but I might be able to convince Doctor Emerie to get a message to him." "I don't know Om'ika, I'm still not sure if we can trust her..." "What choice do we have? We're stuck here. It can't get much worse..." "Dead...dead would be worse...we need to be careful so Hemlock doesn't catch wind of anything...but you're right we have to try."

We settle on the message we want to get to Crosshair, something in code that only someone with the Batch would understand. Theres a pounding on the door and trays are brought in as usual. With a new feeling of hope we both eat together and get around for bed. I crawl into bed first and Omega crawls in next to me. "You know, I might not be Vod'ika's real sister...but I feel like it." I smile to myself "Omega as far as I'm concerned you are ori'vod (big sister). Technically you do share DNA with Jango so that makes you siblings." She laughs "I didn't think about it that way. Wait...that means he or she will have so many uncles...." I laugh "Maker, too many to count." She pauses and looks sad "Do you think we will go back to Pabu after..." "I'm not sure honestly...I hope so...we need to lay low. I think we've been in the line of fire non-stop for a little too long." She nods her agreement and pulls the blanket up over her shoulders "Goodnight Raven." "Goodnight Om'ika." Not long after, Omega is sound asleep under the covers next to me. Sleep takes sometime to find me...I lay there staring at the ceiling, running over scenarios in my head...everything is different now...we have to go back to Pabu...I won't let anything more happen to our aliit (clan)...our family...we get Crosshair and get out...Maker I miss Hunter...he will be such a great Buir (father) to our Ad'ika (little child). I never even got to tell him I loved him...

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