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One Last Wish (A Pirateformers Fanfic)

Chapter 2: War and Fears

The Immortal Sun finally arrives on the sea border of Joka Ardhi, the homeland of their Dragonkin crewmate, Asya Mutheru. There, all is revealed about her past and why she has returned to the land that exiled her. Gathering a small army, including her polyamorous spouses Captain Elbent and Verglaust, they march across the desert to the capital to face the tyrant emperor of the kingdom, Dragon Lord Jhamal, and stop his crusade to invade the northern kingdoms before it begins… And fulfil the prophecy of the Throne of Crimson Sands.

Elbent, Verglaust, Ferrous, Indicolite/Indi and the world of Pirateformers belong to @tigracespace

Starhawk, Nova and Starstrike belong to @dimorphodon-x (I really hope I did them well XD)

Drillburst and Divot belong to @cuppajj

Blue Heron belongs to @hyraxas

Asya, Conduit, Sira, Bori and the kingdom of Joka Ardhi belong to me (But Jokani the language is actually Swahili.... you're welcome to use Google Translate for the few lines of it~)

Enjoy the long read, folks~

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“So… Is this everyone?”

Looking around the dining hall that was now remade into a momentary war planning room, Asya met the gazes of at least a quarter of the crew. Elbent stood beside her three husbands at the other side of the table, along with her father Solclave, who nearly towered over Brynjolf and Verglaust as the candlelit shadows hid his face. Around the right side of the long table, Starhawk and Starstrike stood next to Rodimus, his and Hawk's son Nova, Asya’s eldest children Conduit and Sira, the senior medic Nicole and her husband Hypnos, with Ferrous right beside Asya as he shared an anxious look with Nicole.

To her left, Blue Heron stood beside Indi as she looked equally as nervous as her brother Ferrous, with Flora easing Indi's visible worry with a webbed hand on her shoulder, as Indi and Ferrous's cousin Divot looked up to their father Drillburst with an expressionless but curious glance, as if to ask the bard “You got any idea on what’s going on here, Dad?”

Finally breaking the silence, Elbent replied to her wife from beside Drill at the far end of the table, “This is it. I wish we could have convinced more of the crew to join us, but I know we can ask Max later tonight if he wants to help us, once the curse lets him move again from his gargoyle state.”

“It’s ok. This is more than enough. I… I think I know of a way to help Max be involved without relying so much on the time of day. I’ll tell you about it later, Drill,” Asya nodded to the minstrel, the husband of the gargoyle in question. “For now… let’s get started on the plan, shall we? First, allow me to explain what we’re up against.”

Taking a scroll from the large pile of them next to her, Asya held onto the end and with a strong flap, the paper unfurled and covered the centre of the table, revealing a map of Joka Ardhi in full.

“Whoa… I’ve never seen your homeland like this before.” Rodimus confessed in awe.

“That’s because Primus has never been given permission to see my homeland fully, beyond the northern shoreline that takes up the entire bottom half on any Primus-made map, which show the port cities big enough to dock a ship our size. That’s mainly because all ships and natives of your country, Rodimus, are forbidden from touching Jokani soil. Blame it on your great grandfather, darling. He did act stupidly racist towards my grandfather, the past Dragon Lord. He-”

“Wait, what do you mean your grandfather and my great grandfather? Shouldn’t yours be… I dunno, just as old?” Rodimus asked, leaning forward with both hands on the table to face Asya.

“Uh, Roddie? Dragonkin can live much longer than humans, remember?," Elbent answered. "When your great grandfather would be in his thirties, Asya's grandfather would roughly be in the same equivalent of maturity. Physically, if my math is correct, he would have actually been nearing his nineties, by human lifespan standards.”

“And… how long can your kind live for?” Rodimus inquired curiously towards Asya.

“Five to six hundred years, sometimes a thousand if we’re powerful magic users. The oldest of my kind is the Elder Seer or the oracle of my father’s court, Kamaria. She was born just after Alunnui took the throne and became the first Dragon Lord, and then began her service as a court Seer when his son, Bakari, came of age to inherit the throne. That was nearly three thousand years ago now.”

“Th-Three?! THREE THOUSAND YEARS?! Primus almighty... How is she still alive?!” Rodimus held onto his husband blindly to stop himself from staggering back.

“Magic, a playful bit of spite, and wisdom on what wine suit the season... Well, that was what she always told me, whenever I asked her the same thing,” Asya chuckled with a nostalgic smile. “In truth, I have no idea why she hasn't deteriorated with age yet, and I stopped questioning it a long time ago. After all… she is our eyes on the front lines as well as our double agent. She sent me the letter telling me to return home and informing me of my father’s plans, long before he began to plot them.”

“How did she- Oh right, you said she’s an oracle or seer. Sorry, I forgot,” Rodimus shook off his surprise with a sigh. “Like that’s in any way normal… So wait, if the average lifespan is five hundred years for your kind… how old are you, exactly, Asya?”

“Well… I’m in my mid-thirties, by comparison to human levels of maturity.”

“And in mortal years?” Hawk pressed on, revealing himself to be just as curious as his husband.

“Ugh, just don’t react too… Yeah, you’re gonna react either way, aren’t you?,” Asya sighed heavily into her palm as it slid down her face, before she finally replied with a grumble. “… I turn seventy this month.”

“S-Se… S-Seventy," Rodimus sputtered in shock. "You… You’re only now turning seventy… Seventy. Years. Old… When you look... what did you say? Thirty? But now, you're... Nearly a full century old?”

“Yes, Rodimus, nearly a full hundred years. It'll be a quarter of my lifespan, by that point.”

“I…. but… HOW?!” Rodimus exclaimed, earning him a chuckle from a few around the table.

“The same way a siren keeps looking so divine, of course~,” Asya teased with a wink towards her wife. “For my kind, we age at a normal humanoid pace when we're born, since we are technically half human as a species, just until we reach our twenties. Normally it happens between the ages twenty-one to twenty-five, but around that point we stop developing and aging as a whole. After that, we only start to show signs of greying when we reach four hundred and turn fully grey by our fifth century of life.”

“Huh… You’re nearly as old as I am. Nice.” Verglaust nodded to himself with a soft smile.

“Now, any more questions on my kind, or can we go back to what’s at stake here?”

“Can I just ask one more?”

“Rod, we really need to-”

“Just one more question, Asya! Please?”

“… Only one, Rodimus, and no more. Ok?”

“Ok, so like… What beef did my great gramps have with your grandfather? And why did it cause the complete ban on all things Primus-related touching Jokani land?”

“…. You really want to know? Like... here? Right now? Eh, I have to warn you, darling... It might alarm you. Or rather upset you, really.”

“No no, I can take it, Asya! Please, what did my ancestors do?”

“Alright, don’t say I didn’t warn you… When my grandfather, Alhaadi, ruled as Dragon Lord of Joka Ardhi, long before my father’s older brother took the throne, my grandfather sailed to Primus to arrange a trade union with your great grandfather. However… from what Kamaria told me when she witnessed the meeting while serving my grandfather as his Seer… Your great grandfather’s court of Primus noblemen began to mock my grandfather’s own court. Calling them savages and… Sand Monkeys, and other such names to their faces,”

Hawk suddenly coughed when Rodimus elbowed him harshly, stopping his snort mid-way from becoming a chuckle, allowing Asya to continue.

“So… When the treaty was signed, it caused an uproar for two main reasons. One… None of the Primus nobles had bothered to ask prior to this meeting for an ambassador of Joka Ardhi, in order to train them to speak fluidly in Common and become their translator. And because of their prejudice against wanting a Jokani Ambassador in their court or even to send one of their own here, they instead played a horrendously awkward guessing game in order to form the wording of the treaty. And as such, they caused the second reason for the uproar…

"The scribes of Primus’s court had given my people a new name instead of simply calling us or the country what they're already known by in their own tongue. And the reason I know all this is... well, other than me being his grandchild... Alhaadhi had learned a bit of Common. Even after revealing his minor bilingual skill to show that the Primus court really were being racist and proven thus, they still refused to change their bill or the wording on it. So… my grandfather left and immediately issued a law written in both Jokani and in broken Common, saying that no ship or person made on Primus shall ever dare to go past the ports of Joka Ardhi, unless they wish to die by Jokani hand. And to this day, your people still call us what that bill names my people and country in Common…”

“Savannians… How the hell did they get The Savannah Kingdom from Joka Ardhi?! UGH!! "The Pride of Primus honors all", my ass!!,” Rodimus grunted in frustration as he suddenly kicked the table leg. “Grampa could have changed something during his reign!! Or even Dad!! But no!! They chose to ignore the obvious, and we’re still viewed as your enemy! It’s no wonder trade between our lands was stopped so suddenly as it began! Stupid, bloody, useless-”

“Roddie! RODS!! Hey, hey!! Easy! Easy, Roddie… Easy now. It’s not your fault. You had nothing to do with what your ancestors did. It’s not your fault. There’s nothing you could have done. You didn’t know anything about this, Rodi. You're ok.” Hawk assured, holding Rodimus’s arms to keep him from kicking the table more.

“Ok, ok. I’m ok… I’m good now. I’m sorry Asya. Please, continue with your strategy plan.”

“Thank you, Rodimus. And it’s ok. We’ll fix things in our parents’ place. I’ll make sure of it…. Now then, if you’ll allow me, I’d like to discuss the magic of this land, and why it will affect our battle ahead,”

With a snap of her fingers, orange flames began to spread over her hand, but the moment she touched the scroll and spread its flames over the paper, it did not burn. Instead, the fire rose above the map and thinned out to appear like the surface of a body of water, shimmering with glittery orange light as it slowly bobbed and swirled in the air hovering over the map.

“The magic of this planet can be used like power sources in multiple ways, but magic as a whole cannot be found through just one source. There is no “mother” or any form of a first source of all magic, so to speak… Magic is all around us, and the best way to find a source is to look for what is the most plentiful where you are or where you come from… the elements. Air, water, earth, fire and the spirit. That was what I was taught as a child, and many of you I’m sure got the same lesson but told different ways to find your individual source. Prayer or faith to harness the spirit, the flora of your homeland harnessed through witchcraft, or through your birth element, to harness water or earth.

"For my kind, our element is the sun, and that's what makes the magic of my homeland so potent. Because of the sun's strength here, it grants us the elements of sand instead of regular earth, and crystals then act as a conduit for the other elements since they absorb everything through the ground. Moonstone holds the power of lunar light absorbed by the cold sands at night, while sunstone harnesses the magic of the sand from daylight, and so on and so forth. But the sand of Joka Ardi… it’s special and potent with magic for a reason,”

Gathering the orange dust like light into her hand, Asya tapped the map of the red desert kingdom.

“This entire desert used to be gold, like common desert sand. And some of it is, towards the islands that are nearest to the equator. But those within the Jokani Sea Boarder… Are as red as blood. Can you guess why?”

“Dragon blood… From the Founder’s War.” Flora pointed out.

“Exactly. More so from the Blackfire Siege. Life and death also affect the sources of magic, when too much of one side affects the ecosystem. Therefore, when the dragons fell while fleeing the Blackfire Siege, they fell as their bodies were melting… Leaving their blood and bones to be absorbed by the sands, giving the sands an unmeasurable boost of magic from their magically potent bodies to this day. As time went on, the Jokani began to draw their magic from the sands, but the dragons have always gained their power from it too, long before they fell. And that is because the sun is still an elemental source, just as strong as it was when dragons ruled the sands,”

Opening her hand, Asya allowed the dust to pour like sand from her palm and covered the entire table with it, creating a blanket of illusionary glitter over the entire surface of the table and map.

“Magic in the desert takes another form… a physical one, but also something that affects the people from the moment they’re born. It's also been recorded to affect visitors too, if they live here long enough to absorb magic like how one takes in sunlight or air into their body. But for the Jokani, they merely have to be born on the land to use this source of magic… For the sands are constantly absorbing sunlight, especially during our summers when the Midnight Sun is in effect, for as the sand absorbs the magic, it then takes the form of what you learned as mirages. For the Jokani, however… it is no mere illusion. It is, in fact, pure and raw magic that covers the surface of the sand and fills my people's veins the moment we develop into babies within our mother’s wombs… And in my tongue, we call this Jua’chawi. In yours… Sun Dust,”

To prove her point, Asya quickly sliced open her palm with a flick of her taloned finger, the crimson pooling in her hand to show the team her own blood… with flecks of glittering orange within it being revealed in the dim light.

“If one is born with extra amounts of it in their veins… They develop a gift or condition that alters their appearance and grants them an even higher amount of magic to use. Those with too much Sun Dust in their veins are known as Watoto wa Jua… Children of the Sun, or merely Sun Blessed for short. They are stronger, bigger, faster and much more powerful than any other magic users in Joka Ardhi, be they Dragonkin, human or animal. They will be born with hair, feathers or scales the colour of fire… Red, orange or yellow specifically… And no matter what they're born as, they will be the only sub-species of their kind capable of controlling fire in its most natural state,”

The moment her blood began to seep over the edge of her palm, it suddenly shimmered with light and burst into white flames, the blood immediately vanishing as it shrank towards the cut and the flames reversed the damage of the wound, healing it in seconds, before it vanished with a flicker.

“But amongst my species… Only the royal family can be Sun Blessed. And luckily it is within our favour, as my species are split into two sub-species. The Opal Dragonkin, who can wield fire that instead of burning can instead create things… Such as green fire for flowers and flora, white to heal, blue for ice, and many more along the entire rainbow spectrum of colour. All except the colours of natural fire… They belong to the Ruby Dragonkin, a pedigree carefully bred to always be born Sun Blessed only within the royal bloodline.”

“… Ok, I have to ask… Clearly an Opal can be born Sun Blessed, right? Like… is there some inhibitor that prevents the Opal Dragonkin from becoming one, or…” Blue Heron asked.

“Well, that’s actually something I’m sure has happened, but they don’t seem to show it in the way my family's pedigree do. Amongst the animals born with the Sun Blessed gene, they simply gain an incredibly strong boost in their birth element, such as the Griffons being able to control water and air, while their increased size allows them to become alphas with their distinctive features fitting their role. I think a Sun Blessed Opal Dragonkin is simply one with slightly altered features, but still bears the size and magical boost to their fire type that's increased by the Sun Blessed gene.

"Beyond that, only my family’s lineage shows the extreme lengths the gene can do to one’s whole appearance and magical capabilities, to the point that a Dragon Lord or Dragon Queen can bear multiple children that can all be Sun Blessed, but that’s a very rare thing, I can assure you. Only one out of five children born in a single generation of my family’s bloodline can become Sun Blessed. My father wasn’t, hence why he only became Dragon Lord by proxy, due to his older brother’s death.”

“So I take it only the Sun Blessed of your family are seen as worthy heirs to the throne?” Blue added.

“Exactly that. And it usually always gets passed on to the first born of every generation within my family-”

“So why isn’t Sira?” Conduit suddenly asked, gesturing to his mute Dragonkin sister, who now was her early twenties and was showing the signs of horns and a tail growing from her petite body.

Her words immediately caught in her throat, as Asya struggled to find the right answer. But to her surprise, Sira raised her hand to stop her mother and used both hands to sign her own conclusion, revealing the black tips of her slightly curved fingernails upon her calloused fingers.

“I am not a Jokani Dragonkin. Only those born on the sand of Joka Ardhi can become Sun Blessed. I was born here, on this ship, and far north. Which most likely explains my blue scales and fire. I have only a piece of the magic my mother has in her veins, since I bear her blood. And because of my birth not making me Sun Blessed, but rather a Ruby Dragonkin wielding cold but burning blue fire, I’ll never be an heir to Mama’s throne. Don’t really want to be one, anyways.”

“You can be, if you wanted to, darling.” Asya assured her mute daughter, as Sira’s father, Kevin, nodded in eager agreement.

“Nah, I plan on staying here on the ship and seeing the world you’ll create, once you become queen, Mama. I’m good, thanks.”

“… You are seriously nothing like your father, you know that, Sira?”

“HEY!!”

The blue Dragonkin chuckled at her father’s playfully offended reaction, as she tucked her bob-length braids behind her long, pointed ear and the arm of her rectangular glasses. “I’d beg to differ, Mama, but please, continue. What are the armies like, if some might be Sun Blessed?”

Letting out a long sigh, Asya gathered the fire illusion of the Sun Dust off the map and crafted more fiery illusions to take the form of three figurine sized warriors: Two identical warriors dressed like Asya in red togas and half-plate armour, but this time wielding spears and shields with a dragon shaped helmet under their hoods, and one warrior in black with a shadowing hood and long trousers instead of a toga, alongside a cape with a red handprint on it.

“There are two main lines of defence in my country… Both are two versions of the military army that protect the people and the crown. The army that protects the people and the country are known as the Morani-”

“Heh heh, moron.”

“No, Starstrike. Not moron… More-raw-nee,” Asya explained, her real Jokani accent kicking in as her tongue clicked at the “raw” sound. “They’re the most well trained warriors of my people, or more like knights if you compare them to what Primus and Unicron have. Every eldest son is sent to the camp in the east outskirts of Wajiri, the port city we’re facing right now, the moment they turn fourteen. In my culture, a boy can only be considered a man when they become a Moran first.

"If he cannot fight to defend his family, let alone his people, or is as disrespectable as a child, he is seen as unfit to be mature enough to be a man. It is also law, even more so for the male heir of the throne, to send every son before they reach their teen years to train as a Moran for two years, before they’re allowed home and be seen as an adult, let alone a man… And usually it’s followed by marriage, but thank the stars it’s not an arranged type anymore.”

“And how many are there in Wajiri?” Elbent inquired, leaning on the table to fully take in the sight of the two Moran warriors.

“In Wajiri… Anywhere between ten to thirty thousand, counting the ones in training. But that’s just the public branch… There’s also the royal guard branch, the Kifalme Morani. As an heir apparent, I trained under them to prepare for the mantle of Dragon Lord. And from my experience… they are the least of your worries. For a select few among them are more loyal to my father than any of the Kifalme Morani. Your biggest threat are the Mkono wa Bwana… The Lord’s Hand.”

The two Morani vanished with a puff of flame, allowing the last caped warrior to grow bigger and be joined by others of his guild that knelt down or stood on one leg in martial artistic ways beside him, wielding scimitars instead of spears, and all of them hiding creepy grins under their black hoods.

“The Lord’s Hand are an assassin guild that are the eyes and ears of the Dragon Lord. Anything he whispers of his desire for his kingdom, they enact it immediately. A person causing him minor strife or worry… They will immediately vanish before dawn. Taxes will immediately be paid the day they’re about to be overdue from a poor or struggling family, a bandit group all dead with their heads and bodies on display along the main roads… No one is safe from their wrath. And they only came to be when my father took the throne, the moment both my uncles were found dead, leaving my father as the only child of Alhaadi remaining.”

“The bastard clearly set it up using that guild, didn’t he?” Verglaust snarled.

“I wish I knew, my love… I never got to know him, my uncle Amani. I was born after all that went down, during my father’s… “golden age”, you could say. In truth, it was the only period of his life where things were happy under his reign. But the moment I… I started showing signs that I was not a boy, he lost everything that made him my father and a fitting ruler of the Crimson Sands. But other than his wrath… Our only concern is with the Lord’s Hand.”

“But what about the Morani? Won’t they try to stop us from reaching Oasis, since you've been exiled and are basically a... well... criminal by their laws?” Elbent inquired.

“They will… unless they’re convinced to fight with us, alongside the people. And I know how I can do just that.”

Reaching to her belt, Asya pulled out her short sword and placed it between her teeth, reaching behind her with her free hand to tie her dreadlocks back into a low ponytail before using another length of string to tie the tip of her ponytail with a bow. Holding her sword in hand once more, Asya looked down at it in both hands as her word came out wobbly and gruff, her emotions held back with her lowered tone.

“In my culture… A good leader who has ruled the land for a long time will usually grow their hair extremely long. Be they the Dragon Lord or a chieftain that governs a village or city… Those who have ruled for a long time, and created a peaceful era in his reign, will always have long braids, dreadlocks or long hair in general that is decorated to show how unwilling he is to cut it. It’s why my people will commonly have braids or dreadlocks, to keep their own hair out of their face while they let it grow undisturbed as way to respect their ruler's peaceful reign. Amani had long hair in his time, and it was always decorated with flowers and gems... fitting for a ruler named "peace",”

As Asya tightened her grip on the hilt, she let out a long, shaky sigh that caused the blade to shiver with her, her gaze refusing to rise beyond her sight on the blade before her.

“So… when war is called between two chieftains or a chieftain against the Dragon Lord… The chieftain can demand a one-on-one battle to start and end the war right there and then between only the two of them, to spare their people. In turn, the people can join him to demand the same rite by copying their chieftain to say the same thing..."We demand to see the cruel ruler off his throne". And they do that… b-by… By doing….”

The words dared not leave her throat, as tears suddenly fell onto the steel blade and down its straight, sharp length. Before Elbent or Hawk could react, their hand both reached out towards the crying Dragonkin, her blade suddenly rose and reached behind her. With quick, shallow gasps through her bared fangs to contain her sobs, Asya gritted her teeth and-

“I… I… NGH- NADAI AMANI!!!”

With a dramatic roar of an old rite and a blur of silver, the sword sliced through her ponytail of dreadlocks, the string that held it in place sliding off and allowing her uneven bob to sway freely over her face, even more so as she slammed her sword and chopped length of hair onto the table.

“Oh Primus… What did she say, exactly?” Elbent whispered to Kevin.

“The hair… Primus above, not the hair… Hm? Oh uh… Well… she said, if her Jokani lessons serve me well… I demand peace.”

“It’s what must be said, as part of the rite of my people… Before any kind of war begins,” Asya finally spoke, her face still hidden and lowered under her chopped hair. “When… When a battle is demanded by someone wishing to remove a ruler from his throne… Be they chieftain or Dragon Lord… They cut their hair to show their willingness to sacrifice everything for the right to bring peace. And when one does it before a crowd or… or presents their sacrifice before the people… the people can then become their allies by doing the same thing. If… If I can present a box of hair… to my father… No one else will need to die fighting him.”

Not a word was dared to be said, as Asya leaned heavily onto the table to stop herself from falling to her knees, her soft sobs the only sound breaking the silence.

“… Does it need to be the whole head?” Hawk suddenly asked.

“Wh… what? N-No. Just… as much as you’re willing to sacrifice. Hence why the piece hair that’s been cut off… The piece itself is called the Dhabihu, the sacrifice. What are you-”

"Hopefully I say it correctly... I TOO DEMAND PEACE!!"

With a shout from Starhawk, a hand of black hair was suddenly slammed down onto the table following another blur of silver. Looking up with teary eyes, Asya watched as Hawk, Rodimus, Nova, Verglaust, and everyone with a weapon at their belt used them to cut a piece of their hair, or as much as they could from the top of the shorter few, before Flora took out a handkerchief from her pocket and gathered all the “Dhabihu” pieces into the square cloth before tying it and handing it to Asya across the table.

“You’re not fighting this battle alone, Asya. No matter what the rite demands of you, we’ll all be demanding the right for peace alongside you. Your crazy dad is threatening our home and our lives. And that makes this our battle too… So you’d best not forget that.” Rodimus assured with a smile.

“Uh, babe?” Hawk whispered, using his string to tie back his now roughly cut long bob behind his head into a spiny ponytail.

“I know, I’ll help give it a proper trim tonight, Hawk.”

“No, uh… You kinda… Took a bit too much in the back there.”

“I said I’ll… Wait WHAT?!”

“Yeah, you’re uh… Kinda balding there, hun. I’m seeing more skin than ginger.”

Quickly taking a silver plate from nearby, Rodimus used the side of his sword to see his reflection on the plate, gasping dramatically at the sight of the bald patch on the back of his head.

“OH MY GOD!!” Rodimus exclaimed, as he covered his head with both hands and hid his face when he roughly bumped his head onto the table.

"Oh honey, it's ok!" Hawk giggled, rubbing his husband's back as Nova covered his mouth to muffle his laugh.

“Here, Rods. You can use my hat until it grows back.” Drill chuckled, handing him his beloved feather tipped hat.

The moment it reached his side of the table, Rodimus rapidly smacked his hand across to reach it blindly, attempting to feel for it with a hand that waved over the table again and again, until he finally caught the hat and slowly put it on, letting out a sound that could only be compared to the groan of a dying goat as he slid down onto the floor to hide his blush. The tension immediately lifted like a popped balloon as everyone laughed, even Asya as Elbent came over to hug her and dry the Dragonkin's eyes.

“You ok, fire lily?” She asked over the roar of laughter all around them.

“Heh… I will be. After all… I’ve a revolution to lead.”

~*~

“Is that enough water to last us the three days, do you think?”

“Elbent, we’ll be walking along a freshwater river the whole way up. It’s going to be fine.”

“But for all three days? I dunno, Asya… it sounds rather unnatural for a river to have clean drinking water.”

“Trust me, darling. Whether it’s the magic of the Sun Dust aiding in filtering it or something else entirely, something keeps the water clean and I’ve survived off it for three years after my exile began. No sickness from it either! It’s going to be ok. Now get your tiny rear in the boat already.”

“Alright! Alright, I’m moving!,” Elbent laughed as she hopped onto the large rowboat alongside Verglaust, Kevin, Brynjolf, Starhawk, Conduit and Blue Heron. “But Asya, hun… Are you ready?”

Looking over towards the horizon, to where the city of Wajiri awaited them, Asya could only sigh as she clutched her bag strap tightly. “Honestly? …. No. I’m not. But what choice do I have? Someone has to step up and be there for my people. I… I know I have to stop him, I know him best… I know what it will take to put an end to his cruelty. I just need to get the support of my people to make it happen more smoothly… No one else needs to die for my fear of facing him. No matter what happens… It ends now.”

“And we’ll be with you every step of the way.” Elbent assured, taking Asya’s hand and helping her onto the boat.

“And we’ll wait here for your signal, Mama.” Ferrous assured, hugging his toddler aged, Dragonkin brother, Bori, close to his side, as the infant nuzzled his cheeks of white scales against Ferrous's hip while whimpering nervously

“You and your Grandfather are in charge while we’re away, alright darling? And no matter what happens, do not bring the ship past that rock until I fire the flare to signal you to begin the evacuation of Wajiri. And the moment every Jokani is on board, keep away from the port and keep everyone safe. The Oasis city folk will come to Wajiri in six days, so all you need to do is to keep an eye on them from the ship, until our return… Hopefully. Got it?” Asya ordered, as the boat was slowly lowered onto the water and began to be rowed away from the ship.

“Got it, Mama! You can count on me.” Ferrous assured, smiling smugly with determination…

A smile that quickly vanished the moment Bori slipped from his grip and peered over the side of the ship, wailing at the top of his lungs as he called out to his Mama Asya and Baba Verglaust. Blue and Hawk paused their rowing to look up at the toddler’s cries, at Divot quickly picked him up to carry him away from the side of the deck for his own safety, a lesson they learned long ago judging by their hurried pace. Asya’s shuddered breathing drew their attention from the ship and the echoing cries of the toddler, as the orange Dragonkin placed her bag down and gripped the boat tightly, her talons immediately piercing holes through the wood from her sheer strength alone.

“Asya… It’s ok. Go to him. We’ll go on ahead and let you catch up… It’ll give you a chance to find your well-deserved dramatic entrance after forty years of being away.” Verglaust assured, hugging his wife from behind.

“A-Are you sure? I don’t exactly want you guys to enter Wajiri alone. I mean you don’t even speak Jokani, except Kevin.”

“Asya, it’s fine! We all brushed up on it thanks to you and Kevin, so we know enough to get by,” Brynjolf smiled as he suddenly picked Asya up. “Now, stop dawdling… Na nenda kwa WATOTO WAKO!!!”

“Bryn? When did you learn Jokan-AAH!! BRYN!! BRYN WAIT!! WAITWAITWA-AAAHHHHH!!!”

Asya could only squeal as she was thrown from the boat, across the water and onto the ship, crashing loudly into something wooden. Verglaust, Kevin and Elbent immediately snapped around to glare at their husband, who shrugged innocently.

“WHAT?! Someone should comfort the kids, right?”

“Did you have to throw her so hard?! She could have just asked Apo or Conduit to fly her over!!” Elbent snapped.

“Oh it's fine! Besides, Apo can be her big entrance!” Brynjolf smiled smugly with a flick of his mop of silver hair.

“Ugh, fine. But next time, warn her and us about your idea of throwing her like a rock.” Elbent huffed as she sat down and crossed her arms, Verglaust sitting beside her and rubbing her back to soothe her nervous leg tapping.

“I promise, love… Just thought it would be handy using my half-giant strength for once.”

“Uuugghh, I swear you and Asya are worse braggers than Kevin, sometimes.” Elbent groaned with a sigh.

“Bu- I am RIGHT HERE!!” Kevin gestured to himself with both hands on his chest, before he too sat down beside Brynjolf with a sigh, his gaze returning to the ship.

....

............

“… You think she’ll be ok?” Ferrous asked Flora beside him, watching the boat slowly row away from the ship, as Bori wailed and slammed his tiny fists against Divot’s back whilst over their shoulder.

“If I know your mom well enough after all this time, I’d say as long as your birth mom and your parents all stick together, she’ll be ok.” Flora assured, resting her head on Ferrous’s shoulder.

“I hope-,”

“…aaaaaaaaAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!,” A scream and a blur of orange suddenly flew overhead, causing Rodimus nearby to scream while frantically running in zig-zags trying to figure out where to go, before he finally jumped out of the way, just as it landed with a loud crash in a pile of boxes behind them. “…. Ow.”

“… so? Uh... was that... Mama Asya?”

Rushing over towards the pile of broken wood, Ferrous, Flora, Rodimus, Starstrike, Divot and the now quiet Bori all crept closer to the crash site… to see a dizzy and grumbling Asya emerge from the rubble. “Ugh, that cheeky, giant fu- Uuuhhh… Hi, darlings.”

“Mama Asya? What are you doing here?! Why aren’t you going with Mom and the others?” Ferrous queried.

“And how the hell are you still alive?!” Rodimus exclaimed, brushing off some wood chips from the crushed crates.

“I… Ugh, ow… I came to say a proper goodbye to Bori and the rest of the kids, to make sure you were all ok before I left.” Asya groaned as she stretched out her back, letting a few more pieces of wood fall from her shoulders and horns as she did so.

“By… flying with Apo’s borrowed wings? Or…”

“Brynjolf threw me.”

“Ah, that makes more sense.”

Laughing at the absurdity of it all, with Starstrike rolling his eyes as he walked away with Flora to give the two space, Asya and Ferrous were soon interrupted by another wail, as Divot finally placed Bori down and allowed him to toddle over to Asya as he ran to her. With a smile instantly blooming on her face, she knelt down to scoop him up into her arms.

“Shhh, it’s ok. It’s alright, darling. Mama’s here,” Asya softly whispered to her hybrid child, rocking him gently despite his size becoming far too encumbered for her to more easily hold. “Ngh, you’re starting to grow as big as your Baba, aren’t you, sweetpea?”

“Um… Mom?” Ferrous timidly interrupted, fiddling with his hat he held on his lap as he stepped towards Asya.

“Shh shh, it’ll be ok, darling. Hm? Oh, is everything ok, little flame?”

“I… Ok, forgive me, but I have to ask … Mom, are you leaving the ship? Like… for good?”

“… Ferrous, I…,” Struggling to find the right words, she gently placed Bori down and kept him close with her tail, allowing him to hug it as she stepped forward to gently cup Ferrous’s cheek and wipe away a stray tear with her thumb, being extremely cautious with her talon fingernail. “Honey… I’ll be honest too… I don’t know when I’ll be back. But whatever happens once I reach Oasis… I’ll have to stay here in Joka Ardhi, to fix what’s been broken, both by the battle ahead and what my father did to my home. I… I’ve been avoiding this day for most of my life, and I’m terrified of what awaits for me at the end of this journey. It’s been a journey that I… I’ve been too scared to start, and I’m honestly still scared now, when I know I need to be brave. Not just for my sake, but for the people that are relying on me to do the right thing. Both the Jokani… and the people that have come to depend on me here on this ship.

"And the right thing, Ferrous… it might cost me my life, even if I succeed. And I’m so scared of never being able to see you or my babies ever again. I wish I could act brave for you, Ferrous… But I just can’t. I don’t have the strength to pretend that everything will work out. I have no idea what will happen... and I'm so scared.”

“Oh Mom, hey, hey, it’s ok! It’s gonna be ok. I know it will,” Ferrous pulled Asya in for a tight hug, burying his face into her shoulder as the ebony Dragonkin continued to cry. “You got Ma and the Dads supporting you, Uncle Blue who literally cannot die, Uncle Hawk will help protect you, and you got us. I know you don’t want to involve us in your battle in fear of us… you know… losing… But we can help, Mom! We can fight alongside you.”

“NO!!! Stars above, Ferrous, I can’t let you do that! I’d never forgive myself if I saw you on the battlefield. No… Ferrous, listen to me,” Standing back, Asya held Ferrous by both his shoulders as she stared him down with a serious glare and tone of voice. “Ferrous O’Murchadha-Mutheru… You are going to inherit the mantle of captain, not just because we want you to… but because you consented to accept it, and because you are worthy of such a title and responsibility. And should we succeed in this mission… you will be a prince by proxy. Too much is already on your shoulders, on this day alone…

"So I only ask that you be our last line of defence against my father. If we cannot stop him, and you receive the signal from Conduit… You must stand ready to kill him, no matter what. He cannot leave this country, let alone enter these seas… And you must stop him if we cannot. That… is all I will ask of you to help me with. That will be your battle. But I pray to the Evenstar that it never comes to that… But I know I must tell you to prepare either way.”

“Don’t worry, Asya… You can count on us.” Rodimus assured, placing a hand on her shoulder to share a reassuring smile with her and Ferrous.

Letting out a long sigh, Asya soon fell to her knees to pull Bori close, allowing him and Ferrous to hug her as she once more broke down into a fit of tears. Slowly but surely, Sira, Indi, even Conduit as he flew on board from the boat with his silent leathery wings, the five children of Asya, Elbent, Kevin, Brynjolf and Verglaust all approached and surrounded the maternal Dragonkin in a massive hug, allowing her to cry until she could cry no more… and sigh happily as she melted into the embrace of her children.

“Thank you, darlings… Thank you all.” Asya sniffled, holding the young adult children close as Bori purred while nuzzling his mother’s cheek.

The sirens Ferrous and Indi finally stepped back, allowing the curse-born crystal gargoyle Conduit and blue Dragonkin Sira to pick up Bori, in order to completely free Asya from the dog pile of her brood. The moment she was back on her feet, or rather paws, she immediately pulled them back in for one last squeeze.

“I’m so proud of you, my beautiful babies!”

“Ugh, Mama!” Conduit groaned, but immediately chuckled as he wrapped his wings around his family.

Finally, Asya stepped away to place a kiss onto each child, before she handed Bori to Indi and made her way to the edge of the deck, pausing to turn around and face the crew once more.

“Everyone of the Immortal Sun… Thank you. Thank you for accepting me, and for being my home for so many decades. Now… I ask only that you become the home for my children and their next generation to come. I… I’ll miss this ship with all my heart, but I’ll never regret the memories I made here. Thank you, everyone… For everything.”

With a smile and a stray tear trickling down her cheek again, Asya watched as Conduit flew ahead back to the boat with Elbent and the others of their team. And, with Ferrous and the others waving from the ship, with Solclave holding his shoulder beside him, they watched as the ship rowed further and further away, towards Joka Ardhi before Asya stepped back and made a running jump, leaping from the ship and becoming a fiery comet to soar over the sea, towards the city of Wajiri...

Towards the pier that Asya fled from over forty years ago.

#pirateformers au #ezra iolite og work #long read #One Last Wish series

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One Last Wish- Chapter 1 (A Pirateformers AU Fanfic)

The Pirateformers AU, Elbent and Verglaust belong to @tigracespace

The brief mention of Solclave belongs to @dimorphodon-x

Blue Heron belongs to @hyraxas

Asya and Apophis/Apo belong to me

Chapter 1: Legacy of the Burning Prince

“So… This is Joka Ardhi, huh? The legendary Kingdom of Crimson Sands… You still haven’t told us why we’re here, Asya. And after six months of you playing my role as the navigator, I think now’s a good time as any to tell us what exactly is going on here.”

“I told you already, Blue. All will be explained in time. For now, we just need to stay on this side of the sea border and begin planning.”

The taller native of the desert kingdom turned her back to Blue Heron to face their destination, its glimmering red sands and many colourful and small sandstone buildings of the port city now within sight on the horizon. His focus, however, remained on the Jokani woman as he spotted her long pointed ears droop ever so slightly, a motion caused by the shiver that spread up her back the moment she spotted her homelands far ahead.

“Wait, I-I’m sorry, I must have misheard you over the strong wind. I thought I heard you say that you didn’t-”

“You heard me, Blue… I know I’m normally the “I’ve got a plan, let’s get going” kind of person, but… I honestly don’t know what to expect the moment we enter Jokani territory. I… I-I mean, come on, Blue! It’s been forty years since I left this place, and I haven’t even dared to sail past the equator until now. I’ve never been able to gather the courage to come back here since my exile, not even when they…”

Asya’s words caught in her throat as another shiver ran up her spine, this time accompanied by an audible whimper as she hugged herself to be rid of the chills of her past. Blue’s anger immediately fell as he approached the Dragonkin and held her shoulder, drawing her teary eyed attention back onto him.

“Asya… You’re here now, and that’s all you need to know that you’re ready to face whatever lies ahead. You faced your fear by asking your wife, our captain, to be the navigator for this mission you told her was vital and would be explained later, and your courage has since brought us all the way here. So whatever happens next… You won’t be alone in facing this challenge. But, Asya… We all need to know what you think we’ll face, once we dock in that city. If this is a dangerous mission you’ve started, we need to know what to expect. So please, Asya… tell us why we’re here.”

Sniffling loudly, Asya quickly dried her eyes on her dress sleeve before she sighed and turned to fully face Blue Heron. “Not here… I need everyone to hear this. Gather the entire crew here, then I’ll tell you everything.”

“I understand. I won’t be long.”

“Take your time… And Heron?”

Blue looked over his shoulder as he neared the door to head below deck. Asya let out a long sigh before she looked back up at him with a half-smile.

“Do you trust me?”

“… With my life, my friend. Or… how do you say it in your tongue? A friend?”

Asya chuckled with a soft blush blooming on her dark ebony cheeks. “It’s rafiki. You’re my rafiki, darling… my friend.”

“Huh…. It’s nice to hear your true accent again, and not your preferred posh Primus one,”

“I- Wait, how do you know about tha-”

“But… To answer your question… I trust you, as my rafiki, with my life. And I hope that you can trust me in turn with whatever you need to do here. We’re a crew, Asya… Nothing will change that.” With a wink, Blue slipped through the door and vanished down the stairs, leaving Asya alone in her shocked realization on the deck.

Letting out another heavy sigh to release the tension within her, Asya reached up to her headband and carefully untied its knot under her dreadlocks, removing her most valuable treasure and holding the thin strip of silk in both hands, before her thumb squeezed out the small hard lump within its folded layers to reveal a large ruby that plopped into her palm. Holding the ruby up between her fingers, Asya gazed at the soft glimmer of orange magic within the crystal, letting out another sigh to steel her nerves as she closed her fist around it.

“If only you knew, Blue. I have no idea what might happen the moment I step off this ship. But I know one thing’s for certain… I’m not running away. Not anymore. Bori… Mama… Kamaria… I’m done hiding the real me. It’s finally time to do this… Right, Apo?”

A golden string of pure magic flickered into reality from her chest, its glimmering soft light revealing itself slowly across the deck and up towards the mast, where a red ball of fire roared into life at the end of the golden string and soon formed the shape of a giant feathered amphiptere dragon, his outline and form made entirely out of red fire that did not burn any of the wood of the Immortal Sun’s exterior. Gripping the mast with a winged claw, he hoisted himself up to the empty crow’s nest and used his fiery serpent tongue to wrap around the chest hidden under the floorboard, pulling it out and clambering down to place it in front of Asya before he stood tall before her and finally spoke.

“The throne awaits, my queen~” Apophis purred, wrapping his coils under himself to perch before his soul-bound ward, the string connecting their very souls turning invisible once more as Asya kicked the chest open and knelt down to rummage inside it, placing the crystal and her beloved headscarf in her dress pocket for the time being.

“Don’t call me that… There’s too much that needs to be done before I can even dare to announce my claim to the crown. And luckily, it’s a three day journey from Wajiri to Oasis. And… I still need to actually consider the consequences of what will happen when I show my face there.”

“Well, forty mortal years is a long time for anyone to remember such a detail as your exile. And who knows? Maybe there are those who hate the Tyrant too that will happily choose you over him?” Apo crossed his winged arms over his chest as he coiled his serpentine body under himself to perch before Asya.

Asya glared over the lid of the chest at Apo. “Really? You actually think they’ll side with me? The unwanted runt who was nearly killed for simply coming out as a woman, who then had the entire Lord’s Hand hunt me down the day I left, and killed those who helped me? Really, Apo?! Tell me something, then… If they truly did support me after all this time, then tell me right now that there isn’t a decomposed body being hung on display on the outskirts of that same city my entire first family were slaughtered in. Tell me that they finally buried the only mortal man who ever made me feel loved and helped me escape this hellish kingdom…. Only then will I finally believe you, that the people of this kingdom have truly changed and will willingly betray the crown for me.”

Apo dared to only look briefly to the horizon, before he muttered a soft, “I don’t know… I cannot smell him.”

“Exactly… Only his bones are surely still there. The rest of the Dunefarers were at least burned at the pyre for aiding in my escape. They were given mercy, Apo… He gave them mercy for daring to aid the runt of a child he wanted dead. And I still remember the laughter of the Lord’s Hand members, those damned humans who swore such eager loyalty to him and only him… I remember them laughing as they hunted Bori down… And I could only watch from the drifting ship as he was gutted alive and… Apo, I can’t. I can’t face him again, after what he did to Bori… To the one man I felt safe enough to consider being my Dad, when…. My own blood father killed him, Apo!! Just for helping me and giving me the family I yearned for in that accursed desert!!,”

A hiccup caught in her throat as Asya gripped the sides of the chest with one hand, the other tightly holding onto the red cloth parcel she was looking for, shakily pulling it out to reveal the blood splatters of that day still staining the fabric. Sobbing into the parcel, Apo leaned down to nuzzle his snout against Asya’s shoulder.

“And you’re telling me… I have to see him again, after what he did to me and the Dunefarers? To Bori?”

“Someone has to stand up to him, before he begins his crusade to the north,” Apo whispered as he wrapped his wings around his ward, swaddling her in feathers of harmless fire. “Kamaria would never have sent that letter if her vision wasn’t true. That same vision is surely how the old Seer figured out where to send it in order for it to reach us on time. How else could she have known when none from our old home knows our whereabouts?”

“That… That’s Kamaria for you. Always the first to know what to do in any situation. She’s the Elder Seer for a reason, after all.” Asya sniffled, her grip on the parcel finally loosened to allow her to unwrap it and reveal the gold and leather armour within.

“So then, if you don’t believe me or that Heron fellow that you are ready to do this, then will you at least believe in old ‘Maria? She’s seen an empire rise and fall before, remember? She was there when your forefather, my grandson, took the throne and emerged in fire as her new Dragon Lord. She was there to serve his heir as the first Seer and formed the Mwonaji Council of other Dragonkin Seers. That old hag is the strongest ally we have, and who is luckily hidden on the inside. She knows what you’re capable of… And what your father will do if you don’t stop him.”

“… And what if I have to kill him?” Asya’s thumb brushed over the old bloodstain on her aged armour as Apo’s fiery form shrunk down to the size of a large dog to meet her gaze.

“Then you’ll have an army. Not just on this ship… but along the path to the capital. You are not the first nor only noble of Alunnui’s bloodline to have been born in the wrong body. Your great grandmother was born a male too. And yet she was more than able to carry and deliver your grandfather and his brother. Just as how you delivered Sira. That alone is proof that your father is an idiot for thinking that only a man deserves the crown.”

“But others follow his sexist logic, Apo… Others will try to stop me from doing this. What if they outnumber those who wish to see my father step down? What if no one wants me in his place?”

“Tell the crew your story… They will be your voice to convince the people of why he must be stopped.”

“But what if they-”

“They have known you for twenty of their mortal years. And while you may hide it, Asya… The closer we’ve gotten to the border, the stronger you’ve become. Your connection to our homeland’s magic is growing stronger, and your once stunted appearance has finally changed. You’re not the same person you were when you left these lands, or when you first stepped onto this ship… These people got to know you as you grew, in both power and through gaining a family. One look at the real you and upon hearing your story of why you left… It will be enough. If you cannot trust in yourself to convince them… Trust me. They deserve to hear the full story.”

“About my ancestor… or about you?” Asya chuckled softly as she dried her eyes and closed the chest, allowing Apo to use his tail to wrap around it and carry it behind him as he slithered over to the mast.

“Why not the both of us? Not many know the tale of the Burning Prince… or why I am bound to your soul. So… why not tell them everything? And show them why you need their help to stop running from what you fear most. After all… You said it yourself. You’re done running… Aren’t you?”

“I am. And I’m tired of hiding it all. I came out once before… It couldn’t hurt to do it again, right?,” Pulling the ruby out of her pocket, Asya looked at it within her palm before looking back up at Apo. “…I’m done hiding from him and from everyone. It ends now.”

Closing her eyes with a heavy sigh, Asya hugged the wrapped armour close to her chest, and with one more look to her fist, she crushed the gem into tiny shards, each one that fell from her opened hand vanishing as they turned into red sand that blew away in the wind before they could hit the wooden floor. The orange glittery magic swirled like a sandstorm around her, rising up from the soles of her boots to the top of her head before it too blew away with the wind, towards the sun high above. As Apo’s form returned to its full size to allow him to hide the chest within the crow’s nest once again, he looked down from above her with a proud smile.

“And there she is… A blessing of the sun itself. Orange suits you, my dear~ So… What’s the plan?”

“I’m not sure yet, but… I think I might change before they arrive. These heels are killing me.”

Apo chuckled as he lowered his tail to her, allowing Asya to sit down on it and lift her up into the crow’s nest, a flash of orange scales appearing under her dress as a tail wrapped around Apo’s own.

~*~

“Seventy-seven… Seventy-eight… Has anyone seen Solclave? I thought he came up here with Elbent?”

“He’s coming up in a sec, Blue! He’s just busy with something,” Elbent called out, as she waved Verglaust over to join her side. “Over here, hun! Is Kevin and Bryn’ with you? Did either of them find Asya yet?”

“Kevin’s fetching the kids right now, and Bryn’ is helping him with that. They’ll be here soon,” Verglaust assured, peering over the massive crowd now gathered on the deck. “But no, they’ve been too busy to look for Asya. But I doubt we need to, since she’s the one who asked Blue to bring us here. He said she had something to tell everyone, about why we’re in Joka Ardhi.”

“Oh, good. As long as she’s… Wait, you don’t think this is about… that, do you?” Elbent gripped onto Verglaust’s arm as she looked up at him.

“We’ll have to wait and see what she says. But I have a bad feeling it might be that.”

As Verglaust turned his attention back on the crowd, he spotted the two half-giants, Brynjolf and Solclave, coming through the door, with Kevin and five children in tow. But just as he waved them over to reunite the family amongst the hoard of crewmembers, a flash of red zipped down the mast from the crow’s nest and landed on the quarter deck above the crowd.

Standing before the entire crew of the Immortal Sun was a warrior wrapped in red fabric that hid her face in a hood, which continued as a drape that wrapped from over her right shoulder and around her chest under a golden half plate of armour shaped as an under-bust corset, leaving her ebony shoulders exposed. From her elbows to her hands, bright orange scales formed a natural armour for her exposed arms, armed with lethal claws for hands that rested upon her pleated skirt of dark brown leather strips, woven with leather string on top of the underskirt of more red fabric that peeked out under the leather to reach her knees, all held together by a belt of cheetah skin and braided red fabric, on top of a tan coloured strip of leather that formed the large belt around the entirety of her stomach and waist. As she made her way to the stairs towards the deck, her bare digitigrade legs were finally revealed to also have orange scales below the knee, leading down to talon bearing paws for feet that made no sound whatsoever as she stepped onto the usually creaking wood of the stairs and stopped halfway to stay in everyone’s line of sight, a long tail of orange scales and black fur covering the tip revealing itself as it curled around her leg.

“Thank you for coming, everyone. I know you all have questions, and they will be answered soon,” The warrior spoke, revealing herself by voice alone to be the Dragonkin.

Pulling down her hood, Asya looked down at the crowd with bright aquamarine, draconic slit eyes, her pointed ears now long enough to reach past her head behind her, and long, curved horns of charcoal black peeked through her tied back dreadlocks and grew above her head slightly before they swooped towards the back into sharp, curved tips, the rings along the horns glimmering like polished crystals that glowed in the colours and red veins akin to volcanic magma. Stopping at the middle step along the short flight of stairs, Asya spoke once more to the entire crew.

“In order to answer at least some of them, I wish to tell you about this kingdom we’re in… About the history of Joka Ardhi. Apo… Would you mind starting us off?”

Closing her eyes, Asya’s head suddenly twitched to the side with a soft crack of her neck, but instead of her blue gaze greeting the crowd, golden eyes that glowed with power and pride narrowed with mischief, as a grin formed to flash sharp fangs in a playful smile and a masculine voice purred from Asya’s lips, as Apo spoke to the crowd.

“Certainly, my dear~”

With a snap of his fingers, Apo brought the lanterns around the entire deck to life with red flames that casted long dark shadows over the deck, startling many of the crewmates as they huddled to one side of the deck, as the fires sputtered and grew brighter within their glass lantern prisons. The midday sun seemed to nearly dull as darkness covered the deck like a tent roof, and from the shadows rose silhouettes outlined by the fires… Silhouettes of dragons soaring through the air.

“Three thousand years ago, dragons ruled the world. They were, however, found to be the most plentiful in the south, where no humans or mortals lived due to the harsh sun and the shifting sands. So, the south gained its name from the main inhabitants of the land… For to this day, it is still known as the Dragon Lands, merely called so in a different tongue. You know it to today… as Joka Ardhi.”

The shadows changed as Apo stepped onto the deck, the light swirling behind him to reveal his true shadow, that of a giant serpentine dragon. As he turned to face the crowd, his eyes in the shadow glowed gold behind him, but around his neck shone the reflections of ruby shards in the shape of a crescent. Beside his shadow were two wyverns, both bearing blue eyes just like Asya’s.

“Three thousand years ago… I ruled the Dragon Lands as their Lord. My reign was supreme in every continent for no dragon could best me in battle, but my seat of power was here in the south. I ruled with my Alpha and wife, Jua… and our many children, including my eldest daughter, Princess Citrine. She was to be my heir, to become Dragon Queen of the skies, the seas and the lands across the world. Then, one day… The first humans arrived.”

His shadow changed as Apo paced to the left, now revealing him sitting like a regal sphinx facing a group of humans that bowed on one knee to him, a large fleet of ships behind them.

“They came from the far north, even farther than the shores of Primus or Unicron. They told me that day that they came to my domain in search of a home, for a place they could begin a new life and to build a culture of their own. I granted them the right of shelter and aided in building their first settlement, and for a time… there was peace. They respected our laws and culture, and in turn we learned about the beauty of humanity, our ability to shapeshift in order to appear like them and walk in their shoes for a time, and the advancements one generation could craft in such a short lifespan. By the time my daughter was in her adult years, the settlement had become a vast village and they were already spreading out to create more for their ever growing numbers. But with such rapid growth and pride in one’s growing strength… came humanity’s true form of hubris.”

The fires dimmed as the shadows changed once more, revealing a cave where Apo and the two wyverns slept around a nest of eggs. Apo’s fist clenched at his side as he spoke with a growl to his voice.

“I…. Rrrrgghhh…. I was nearing the day where I would give my mantle of Dragon Lord to my daughter, for she had already started a family and had asked me to be their guardian in my retirement. I was happy… so happy… to settle down and see my family grow. One night, my den was invaded by humans… seeking something they once swore loyalty to, but now sought to have for themselves.”

The fires suddenly rose into a bright blaze to reveal the humans wielding spears and swords at the mouth of the cave, many of whom had already plunged them into the two wyverns, while others stormed through the nest, breaking the eggs and spilling their precious yolks. The humans that surrounded Apo’s shadow plunged their spears into his neck, ripping off the collar of rubies he wore and frantically started pulling them off the collar.

“They called themselves the Founders, for they deemed their half of humanity as the true inhabitants of the kingdom, and none should dare oppose their right to rule their own kind. So… they took my mantle and crown and killed my family before my very eyes. And with my dying breath, I swore to them that the kingdom of mankind would fall, for the sands have always been home to the dragons, and we do not die that easily. I remember only their laughter at my words… before a spear was plunged between my eyes.”

Darkness then fell over the entire ship, as the wind blew harshly over them all, bringing a chill to their spines as somewhere within the breeze… distant war cries echoed, the clashing of swords and the roar of dragons boomed far off into the distance.

“And so began the Founder’s War… A battle for the right to own the kingdom of the sands… But for my people, it was a battle for survival of the species. A war against humanity’s desire for our extermination. We were once called Titans by them… but now they deemed us pests, monsters… mere beasts. However… during the twelve-year conflict, a miracle happened.”

Out from beside Apo, a new shadow dragon rose, glowing red with blue eyes just like Jua and Citrine’s, with a single ruby shard upon his neck. Beside him… a female human that held his raised claw and looked up at him with awe and adoration.

“My youngest son, Prince Rhodon, led my kind against the human Founders in the war, making him the last true Dragon Lord for a time. However, during the war… He fell in love. With a human of all things, but the human was a leader too. Her name… was Seraphina, and she led a resistance of other humans that saw the dragons as equals, and as such did everything they could to persuade their own species to stop the crusade. In fact, because of their secret union, many other dragons fell for humans too and just like my son and his forbidden bride, they hid their love from the world and used it as motivation to stop the war for good. But… the humans had lived on our lands long enough to learn magic, especially our kind of magic… Fire. And while we used fire as both our weapon and lifeforce, we also used it as our leverage to keep our numbers alive… We had Soulfire. White flames made from the very essence of our souls, we could use it to bring someone from within death’s grip back to life, in exchange for a piece of our soul. A life for a life, something we rarely did only when absolutely necessary. And somehow… Humans learned about our secret and managed to find a way to create its exact opposite. By human hand alone, they made the most forbidden form of magic to this day… Grimfire or, what my people called it back then… Blackfire.”

The shadow of a battlefield soon appeared across the deck, with dragon roars and clashing swords growing louder all around the crew as dragons and human warriors clashed claw and weapon over and over again. From beside Apo, three humans adorned with mage robes towered over the battlefield like spires, the one in the middle holding his hands cupped together and a sinister grin grew under his hood. The flames from within two of the lanterns suddenly jumped out of their glass prisons and into the hands of the mage, the fire gathering into a wild and angry blaze that darkened in colour, until it became black with a purple core and outline and brought an unnatural chill to the crew who stood near it. All three human mages laughed as they released the purple flames… only to join in the chorus of blood-curdling screams and screeches alike as both the mages, the dragons and every single shadow on the battlefield was engulfed by the black fire, the deadly flames spreading over their flesh and turning them instantly into skeletons. One such shadow from the battlefield, a large wyvern, jumped out of the flat shadow world and became a solid 3D figure of green flames that flew around the ship and screeched in fear as the black flames gained tendrils and lashed out at the green life-sized dragon. The black fire leapt out and caught the dragon’s tail, turning its green fire into yellow bone shaped flames as the black flames devoured its flesh like burning paper, causing the green wyvern to screech and roar in agony as it crashed next to the ship but it did not touch the surface of the water. More roars suddenly accompanied it as more and more coloured fire-formed dragons began to appear and drop from the sky onto the sea, right where the rocks were all around the ship.

Apo raised his arms and slowly with his movement, the flames dwindled down to take back the darkness and allow the midday sun to shine through his veil of theatrical darkness… Revealing the giant rocks and small islands all around to be covered in weathered bones of dragons, the closest one being a wyvern skeleton with its lower half missing, its head and wings spread across a rock as it struggled in its final moments to climb onto it, its claws dug into the rock to escape its demise with its maw open wide from its final screech. As Apo raised the veil of shadows once more, hushed gasps and murmurs came over the crew, with Elbent looking towards Apo with eyes full of worry and sorrow. Giving her a simple solemn nod, he continued his tale of the past.

“The Blackfire wiped out every single dragon and human Founder across the battlefield, and then upon every fleeing dragon. After twelve years, the humans won as they became the sole survivors of the Blackfire Siege. In turn… the corpses of my kind that fell in battle and died from the Blackfire on land became the reason why the sands turned red and remain so to this day. But… not everything died by the Blackfire in that final battlefield.”

The red flames brought back the shadows of the battlefield, now littered with skeletons and fallen weapons across the sand. Through the field of bones, two humans made their way into the battlefield, as though searching for something. Through the heavy silence came a whisper of a sound, a sound even the shadowed humans could hear as they looked around in a panic. Through the breeze and the chill of death…. Came the cry of a baby.

“There were survivors found that day that weren’t human… But neither were they dragons. And the first of their kind is the reason why I know all this. For I saw the end through his eyes.”

The scene zoomed in on the humans as they reached the bones of a massive amphiptere dragon, just like Apo, and within his wings was the skeleton of a human. And there, within the shelter of the wings and the huddled embrace of the human… was a baby bawling at the top of his lungs, bearing a black burn scar over the side of his entire face and left arm. A baby with tiny nubby horns, red scales that shone like crystals over his healthy arm and legs, with tiny claws for feet.

“Rhodon and Seraphina had a son… And during the final battle, they attempted to flee to save their family so that they could fight another day. When the Blackfire came… they did as any parent would and protected their son with all their love and sacrificed themselves to save him. Rhodon’s last breath… was a breath of Soulfire for his son. That was the day I awoke and saw the world through the eyes of my grandson… trapped and weak within his soul. All I could do was watch as the allies of Seraphina came and rescued the child. A child they knew the name of from their leader’s loving speeches on how she would cherish the child for a better future.”

He paused to sigh as the shadows swirled and the fires brightened to cast one long shadow onto the deck… before it came forth as an illusion of a man, a Dragonkin with long horns, clawed digitigrade feet and an air of royalty on his rugged and determined face… A face and overall appearance that was just like Asya in every way. The same horns, hair, height, face… Identical in every way but gendered appearance, golden eyes like his grandfather Apo, and the scar across his face and over his entire left arm.

“A child she and my son named… Alunnui. He grew up in the care of the human rebels, as they rescued other hybrids like him and hid them in the underground caves my kind once called our home. His kind, the first of the Dragonkin, all grew up together in hiding, for the humans grew confident and in their pride they built the first cities that still stand to this day in the kingdom before you all. And in his years of living in secrecy, Alunnui was told tales of my reign, of how his father and kindred fell to the humans, and how he and his own secret kindred were the last to bear dragon blood. The stories became inspiration… then motivation, as he reached adulthood. Thus, he began to plan… To build… To prepare.”

Behind the shadow of Alunnui, an army of Dragonkin bowed to him, with one handing him a spear covered in colourful beads, feathers and dragon scales.

“With the Prince’s Spear in hand, Alunnui and the Dragonkin marched to the capital and for the first time since the Founder’s War ended, they exposed themselves to the human world and began their attack. I still remember his words that day, when he stood before the gates and spoke to the king that bore my crown…”

The shadows warped behind Alunnui as he faced towering stone gates, the army of Dragonkin behind him on the deck floor. With a powerful slam of his spear, Apo spoke as Alunnui moved his lips to his words to speak to the shadow of a human in a crown on the walkway above the gate.

“Mortal king of the sands, I speak only to you! Your father and his people have slaughtered my kind, and you now stand on a kingdom forever stained in the blood of my ancestors. Hear me, false king, for I stand before you now as the survivor of my people’s royal bloodline, and so I speak as one royal to another… Give back the land that belonged to the Dragons, to whom you once called your neighbour and friend, or my kindred and I will take your cities and reclaim what is ours by birthright! Deny us our right to our own lands and crown, and your kingdom shall fall and burn with you in it! What say you, thief?”

The shadow of the human king laughed soundlessly, before Apo responded for him.

“You ghastly beasts have fallen once before by human hand! If you truly believe I owe you anything, then I shall happily remind you of how your father and his kind fell.”

With a soundless yell accompanied by the roar of flames from his body, Alunnui charged through the gates and lay siege onto the kingdom of shadows, as Apo continued his narration.

“The Dragonkin attacked the capital city of Oasis in a wave of fire and bloodshed… For when night fell, the palace erupted into a tower of flames, where the king fell and the crownless prince emerged before his people, of both human and Dragonkin alike… Where he donned the moniker of the Burning Prince and the first Dragon Lord of his kind. This night became the historical event known to both humans and Dragonkin… as the Night of Crowning Fire.”

The shadows formed a door that suddenly burst into red and orange flames that did not burn the ship, and with a gust of hot air the doors flew open to reveal Alunnui walking through the fire that did him no harm as the humans behind him fell to their death by the scorching flames. The crowd of shadow Dragonkin and humans all watched in awe and horror as Alunnui stepped out of the palace doors and raised a blood covered crown that burned with flames from his arm, a motion that sent every shadow witness to their knees as they bowed to their Dragon Lord.

The shadowy veil then vanished, and the flames from the lanterns went out, giving back the light of day across the ship as Apo stood before the crowd of crewmates and bowed his head. Upon rising back up, blue eyes met the crowd as Asya gained her voice and body back and spoke with her arms behind her back.

“On that day, a new monarchy took hold as old grudges and fears were whittled out, in respect for the history our people shared. Humans and Dragonkin became one civilization… the Jokani. In turn, the Jokani prospered under the rule of the new emperor, Dragon Lord Alunnui, who then sired an heir and began the Ruby Bloodline.”

Summoning orange fire in her palm, Asya created a new illusion in front of her, with each name she called out revealing a Dragonkin, each bearing a crown like the one Alunnui held.

“Dragon Lord Bakari, son of the Burning Prince and Queen Consort Noxolo…

Dragon Lord Mzuri, son of Lord Bakari the Kind and his King Consorts Amri and Shani…

Dragon Queen Citrine the Second, daughter of Lord Mzuri and Priestess Zahara, founder of the Nyotan religion and the Evenstar Church…

Dragon Lord Alhaadi, eldest son of Citrine the Second and King Consort Lauzel…

Dragon Lord heir apparent Amani, eldest son of Alhaadi the Wise and Queen Consort Lulana, who died before he could take the crown and was succeeded by the second eldest of the three children…

Dragon Lord Jhamal and Queen Consort Gasira Mutheru…”

Stepping through the fiery illusion to make it disappear, Asya stood before the entire crew as she raised her head high and spoke louder than before, only this time tears began to form as she struggled to hold back her sobs.

“Prince… A-Andres, son… o-of Lord Jhamal and Queen Consort Gasira. B-But I do not go by that name anymore! Not since I was exiled by my father for coming out as a woman. For I… I am Princess Asya Zahara O-Murchadha-Mutheru of Joka Ardhi, bearer of the Ruby Bloodline, descendant of the Burning Prince, and the next in line to the Throne of Crimson Sands. And I… I brought us here so that I could ask for your help. My father, Jhamal, intends to invade the north and claim Primus, Unicron and every kingdom beyond here as his domain. But I… I cannot allow that to happen. For my father is also known by many as Jhamal the Tyrant, and he earned that name through his cruelty, for neglecting his queen and letting her die alone with their only child f-from a… a mere, curable fever, for draining this land of its once peaceful and prosperous wealth and wellbeing, and for slaughtering the innocent for merely helping me escape his cruelty many years ago. He has been nothing but a heartless and bloodthirsty monster my whole life, and now he is set on claiming the rest of the world as his plaything. I… I can’t let him do this,”

Quickly turning away to dry her eyes, Asya spoke much more softly as her voice struggled to come out between her sobs and hiccups.

“I… I cannot stay hidden any longer and allow this to happen. And so… I come to you all to ask you only one thing… For should you agree, I cannot guarantee your safety the moment we cross into Jokani territory. And should we succeed in my plan… I might not come back here, onto this ship, ever again. For my plan is simply this… I must go back to my homeland, to the palace in the capital city of Oasis, and face my father in battle for the right to reclaim the throne. Should I succeed and overthrow him, I will become the new Dragon Queen and empress of Joka Ardhi. So, I will need everyone’s help in ensuring the safety of the Jokani people, to keep them away from the battle between me and my father, but should I fail… I will need every one of you to try and kill him in my stead.

“So… Now that you know what lies ahead, I fully understand if any of you do not wish to do this, and why I will allow you this one chance to step away and be safe here on the ship. But for those of you who wish to help me save my home and to fight with me to take down my father…,”

Putting out her hand, Asya offered it with tears now rolling down her cheeks towards the crowd as she weakly smiled and looked around to the crew of the Immortal Sun. “… Will you fight beside me and help me reclaim the Throne of Crimson Sands, for the freedom of this and all kingdoms across the world?”

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Swiftwire Mutheru Bio- 2023 ver.

(Original template made by @stuckedwithstarscream, hopefully this will help me not make a SUPER LONG post about Swift for once. ;3; She deserves a proper bio. Original BLANK template can be found here: How to Build a Cybertronian)

Name?

Swiftwire Asya Zahara Mutheru of the Terran Maasai Tribe (Goes by Swift) [She/Her]

2. Age Level? (How long did your character exist?)

Young by Cybertronian standards, so to avoid suspicion Swift will usually claim to be 40 thousand years old, when really she's (currently) 45 in human years.

3. Alternative-Form/Vehicle Mode? (What´s the vehicle/animal they can transform to?)

An S-35 jet, which she most likely believes was stolen to make her body. She is unable to scan for a different jet for her alt-form due to her not having the scanning ability.

4. Where do they come from?

She was originally born in the far north of Maine in America, but has since rejected her birth nationality due to her past and considers herself a Maasai-Kenyan instead (her mother's nationality). She now lives in Vos on Cybertron and calls herself a Terran for simplicity’s sake.

5. Faction?

Autobot, but became neutral after she left her old job as a politician, scratching out her sigil upon belly plate as a symbol of her good faith but proof of her neutrality. She still wears it in memory of her adoptive father, Borealis.

6. Caste?

Mid-High Class: Post-War Politician turned Ombudswoman, but mostly works as an artist for income.

7. Personality traits?

Swift is entirely driven by her moral compass and instinctually follows her heart/spark over her mind, which has often led to her being a bit of an overbearing Mama Bear. However, when she isn't being the Mom Friend, she's usually dazzling the crowd and being a slightly vain “prima donna” the moment she enters a room. From her sparkly orange frame to her colourful Kenyan jewellery, Swift simply adores the spotlight and will happily help and support those she believes deserve to feel it too. Her lack of stage-fright also aids in her being all too happy to advocate for those who cannot voice their problems. Which is why she became an Ombudswoman of the Iacon Council after she quit her old job as a politician representing Vos, due to the racism and bullying she faced from the other Senators.

However, behind the loving, fanged smile hides a deeply rooted shame for what she is and the original purpose for her creation... which is why she is content to have lost her humanity over her sense of agency, even at such a hefty and traumatizing price.

(It's also worth noting that Swift is bilingual and will use any given chance to slip in a word or two of her native tongue, oftentimes calling those she cherishes "mpenzi" or darling, her catchphrase every time for everyone's nickname from her.)

8. What did they do before and during the civil war/War for Cybertron?

(Warning, this is a LONG read, so TL;DR: Swift used to be a human named Asya, but became a cyborg Cybertronian when she was killed to become the battery powering the spark of a reverse engineered protoform. If TALOS had won and Asya died at the hands of her own father, then she would have become Talos Alpha, a mechanical Hoplite or Spartan designed to kill all Cybertronians living on Earth, a dream Jeremy was determined to complete due to his hatred for the alien race, to finally gain his "perfect soldier". By sheer willpower or blind luck, Asya's soul held on and she lived to become Swiftwire, at the cost of her family.)

During the final few years of the Cybertronian war, Swift was originally a human on Earth, an eighteen year old at the time, named Asya Mutheru. Her loving mother, Gasira Mutheru, fell gravely ill and victim to the neglect of Asya's abusive father, Jeremy Omari, who was the head of a scientific-military division known simply as TALOS. He sent Asya away to a military boarding school the moment she was of age, forcing her to stay and be deployed as a soldier abroad, even after her mother died and had a funeral that Asya was forbidden to attend by her father to ensure she focused only on her studies and deployment. After serving her ten years and becoming a commissioned Sergeant, Asya left the army and returned home, now in her late twenties, and confronted her father for the cruelty he put his only child and baby-trapped wife through, before she came out as a transwoman during a shouting match. Their verbal fight quickly became physical and it ended with her beaten, bruised, scarred over one eye, and abandoned in a snowy forest to bleed to death.

That was when she met and was rescued by Borealis the White Wolf (Bori for short) and his fellow pack of Maximals; Minerva the Deer, who patched Asya up and taught her how to be wise and maternally kind, Artemis the Hound, who taught Asya how to defend herself physically and verbally while also teaching her the true meaning of loyalty, the slightly insane Beetlevise the Stag Beetle who taught her how to be silly and have fun by simply being herself around those she trusts, and Azure the Peacock, a proud mech who adored his appearance and eagerly helped Asya through her transition into a woman, and taught her how to love and be proud of herself and her accomplishments, no matter how small of a step forward they were.

They soon became her family, with Borealis treating Asya like a daughter while the rest of the pack became her aunts and uncles, who were soon joined by a pair of Decepticons who originally kidnapped Asya to trap the Maximal refugees as prisoners of war… Only to befriend Asya due to their similarities and learning that life could be better without the threat to their lives by their warlord. Those two Cons soon joined the pack, with Knockout becoming their medic alongside Minerva, and his Conjunx Breakdown becoming their scout and protector. And due to their similarities, Asya fell in love with both Knockout and Breakdown and began a romantic relationship with them both, forming her first polycule~

However, when the Cybertronian war was announced to have finally ended, Asya was kidnapped and imprisoned by TALOS on the orders of her father, who planned on using her as a battery for the spark of his life's work... Project Talos Alpha, the mythological robot of his obsession made real through stolen Cybertronian body parts and technology, including a vat of Energon supposedly from the Well of the Allspark. Determined to finally be rid of his runt of a child, he shot her three times but only grazed her arm and leg, while the third bullet cut open her head from the temple along the side, before he finally shoved into the vat in frustration at failing to kill her yet again and sealed it.

Swift still remembers the burning pain of her body melting and breaking apart, of seeing the world vanishing into a black void as silver liquid metal engulfed her, then nothing. It wasn't until Bori's voice woke her up, allowing her first memory with new eyes to be meeting the gaze of the wolf she loved as a father, sensing something imprinting within her as her own eyes turned blue, and her large, silver hands breaking the vat that held her as she spilled at the feet of her father and her maker. Instead of a first breath, her transformation from a blank, smooth silver shell into a newborn Seeker came with a scream and the ripping of metal flesh to make way for wings and wire dreadlocks. The moment she gained claws for hands, she used them to kill her maker and the one who caused the most pain in her life, the taste of copper still lingering on her tongue when she suddenly awoke back home with her Maximal family with no memory of when she passed out... But from what Bori told everyone, all Swift could apparently see was red, and nothing could stop the hunt until silence and human blood filled the empty halls of TALOS.

Her old life as a human, alongside Jeremy's lifetime of work, was now dead and gone, her body nothing but a cadaver with its soul still bound to it, hidden deep within the spark of a handmade Cybertronian Seeker, with all her scars transferred over during the experimental process of her growth, both the physical and the mental kind.

9. Did they experience a moment of great tragedy or trauma that haunts them?

The final attempt on her life from TALOS still haunts her to this day... For even after she embraced her identity as Swiftwire, since she finally looked feminine and had the defining features she always yearned for on the body she wanted as a woman, her past was still chasing after her to take away everything she worked hard to gain.

Only a few months after Asya became Swiftwire and finally learned how to walk and get used to her new height and needs as a Transformer, Beetlevise reported strange readings all around the mountain and underground cave they called their base and home, signals that were the same kind used by the technology created by TALOS. Before Bori could order Artemis to track where the signals were coming from, the tunnels leading to the central command room erupted in a fiery explosion, sending rock, metal shrapnel and flames everywhere. One by one, each pack member helped Swift get to the entrance of the cave before they each fell to the crumbling rock, fire and the explosions of the bombs hidden throughout the cave, before it was only her, Borealis and Beetlevise left alive.

When Swift and Beetle made it outside, the Seeker saw Bori holding up a fallen boulder that would have crushed them had he not stopped it, the flames of the cave slowly spreading behind him. Swift pleaded for him to let them help, but as the fire began to burn through Bori’s fur and he started to struggle against the weight of the boulder above him, her father simply smiled and told Beetle,

“Take her to the stars for me, brother. Our home deserves her spark.”

The flames vanished when the boulder fell and created a rocky avalanche, sealing the cave and their pack’s fate inside. The last thing Swift remembers of that day, and the same moment that haunts her dreams years later, was the sound of her own voice screaming as she pulled against Beetle’s firm grip to reach for the cave, her words echoing the entire forest as she wailed for her father,

“YOU PROMISED YOU’D STAY, BABA!! YOU PROMISED!!”

10. Did they experience a moment of great joy that´s still in their memory as a precious moment?

The happiest moment from her past was the day she had her first sparkling, and forming her now massive family of four spouses and eight kids… (Beware, another long one... there's a LOT of kids...)

Believing that she was infertile due to her being made by human hand, Swift’s dream of becoming a mother lingered in the back of her mind for the first few years she started living on Cybertron with her Conjunxes, Knockout and Breakdown, even more so after rescuing a teenaged Seeker named Conduit from surviving in the ruins of the Hydrax Plateau and adopting him as her son. In a twist of fate, after Conduit settled into his new life and began training under his fathers to become a medic like them, Swift and Knockout shared a moment together in a field of cobalt flowers to escape the chaos of their busy lives. A month later, the two found a second spark growing in Swift’s chamber, and Swift has never screamed as loudly with excitement and tearful joy as she did then. They named the little spark Sira, in memory of Swift's mother, Gasira.

However, when she was only in the middle of her second trimester, Swift suddenly felt a horrible pain as she began to bleed rivers of Energon from between the plates, her entire chest breaking apart plate piece by cracked plate piece. Conduit rushed her to the hospital where Knockout and Breakdown helped to deliver their daughter, but found that she was born without vocal cords, but was otherwise healthy for such a premature baby. And yet… For three full minutes after that, Swiftwire flatlined and became grey. When she returned to life thanks to Conduit’s electrical power shocking her very spark back to full brightness, Swift was left with permanent chronic pain and a scar of thin, lightning-like cracks all over her chest plates…. And the news that she would most likely never be able to have children again.

That was… Until she met Elbent and Verglaust (@tigracespace's OCs). After the miscarriage of Elbent’s firstborn child, Firefly, Swift began to use her political position to help the tiny Grounder in her research to bring back fertility to all Cybertronians, not just because she had fallen for Elbent… But because she too had miscarried a child she never even knew she had, one she named Hyacinth, who she lost only a week before she met Conduit. After that, the two couples became a married polycule that welcomed Ferrous and Indicolite into their family, making the headcount of kids add up to four. Many more came along through Elbent, Knockout and Breakdown as they played the role of the carrier to each child…

For after the twins from Verglaust and Elbent, Swift and Verglaust had Bori, a grey and turquoise dire wolf Beastformer that Knockout was the surrogate carrier to.

Then, after discovering that a child could carry up to four traits of CNA, Elbent became the carrier to hers, Knockout’s and Breakdown’s daughter equally, naming her Alexandrite after her purple frame that bore the blend of their three colours, before another colourful child was born between Elbent, Knockout and Swift; Empyrean, a spoiled brat of a daughter due to her sunrise ombre colours adding to the flawless beauty inherited from her sires, including Swift’s dreadlocks.

Finally, after begging her medically worried spouses, mostly Knockout due to his mother hen instincts, to stop worrying about her and allow her to simply try after all these years… Swift worked together with Verglaust and Breakdown to be the carrier of their final triple-CNA child, a white and blue dragon Beastformer named Grimfrost.

(In case you're stumped and need a recap of all the kids.... In the order of eldest to youngest: Conduit, Sira, Ferrous and Indicolite, Borealis, Alexandrite, Empyrean and Grimfrost) 11. Is your character able to drive a spaceship? Where did they learned it?

No, simply due to Swift having a jet form that’s able to traverse the depths of space easily. But she does take a ship when visiting other planets, simply due to how exhausting it is flying in lightyears by herself.

12. Did your character met one of the Cybertronian leaders? What were their thoughts about for example Optimus Prime or Sentinel Prime?

For a short time, she worked alongside Rodimus when he first became Prime, helping to finalize the details for the new council of Cybertron and attending the same congress meetings as him about the mundane issues across the planet, now that it was settling into a peaceful new era. But, she saw him less and less as he began his plans for his quest, his thirst for adventure and a legacy driving him out of the role of a political leader and into the spotlight of a celebrity seeking a legend. She does miss their playful banter and exchange in past-life stories of their shared experiences on Earth sometimes, but like Rodimus with the crew of the Lost Light, she found her life's meaning in her frame paintjob and canvas art studio, A Touch of Terra, and has never regretted leaving her old job since.

As for the more famous names... No, she has never met Optimus or Megatron or any other past Prime. But she has learned to hate the face behind the emblem she still wears due to the war doing more harm than good.

13. Best Friend(s)?

After marrying Knockout and Breakdown, it was originally Rodimus before he left Cybertron. Then it became Elbent and Verglaust before they formed a polyfidelity married group, or a polycule strictly between all five of them.

Beyond her family, Swift is close to her surviving uncle Beetlevise and is doing her best to befriend Elbent's friends, Nicole and Drillburst.

14. Greatest Enemie(s)?

Her birth father, Jeremy Omari, and all those who survived her mad slaughter of the TALOS group.

15. Preferred weapons?

Her Seeker claws, her fangs and her dreadlocks. Her dreadlocks have the ability to stretch to unmeasurable lengths and move like snakes, just like Medusa's hair, due to the fact that they're wires coated in a soft, rubbery casing that are connected to her brain. It takes only three of them to lift her up off the ground, and oftentimes she uses that ability to prank others by crawling up to the ceiling and popping down suddenly while hanging upside down. When used in fighting, they can be shot like javelins when kept straight, or like whips when allowing them to bend and move freely. Her main heavy attack is often an aerial one using her dreadlocks, where she will fly in jet form as high as she can go, then go back into her root/bot form and spin in either a curled up (Sonic the Hedgehog) ball or in a circle while standing as she falls back down, becoming a circular saw capable of cutting through armor if she has enough momentum and speed. Another ability they have, due to the Talos Alpha Project's design, is their ability to tap into any and all forms of technology with a computer or terminal, with each dreadlock bearing a port key of every known piece of technology Swift has seen in her lifetime... including the brains of Transformers. The last time she used this ability was when Conduit was kidnapped by protestors who demanded that Swift be removed from her seat in the council. After finding and capturing a protestor, Swift pierced his eye and searched his memories for where they hid her baby boy, lobotomizing him into a frozen but conscious state where his bodily functions were still working but he would be trapped in his own mind, unable to speak or move forever.

Out of guilt from the Mama Bear anger that drove her to such cruelty, Swift tried to destroy the dreadlock that bore the psychic patch needle, but found that if she had succeeded and damaged the interior of the dreadlock, she would suffer major brain damage and possibly die from the shock of the pain it would bring her... so now, under her full mop of dreadlocks, there is one with a tip that is black from fire damage, a dreadlock she has since sworn never to use again.

16. Do they have a team, a partner, or someone that´s often with them?

The entire MnM Gang or her polycule!! Knockout is the one who often spends the most time with Swift, but if it's not him due to work, then it's Elbent. But, no matter what, Swift always tries to spend time with all her spouses equally.

17. Do they have sibling(s)? How´s their relationship to them?

As far as Swift is aware, she has no siblings.... However, one of the few survivors of the TALOS slaughter was in fact Jeremy's son from another lover he had before Gasira died.... Swift's half brother, Zaire Omari. The two have no idea they are related through the same man that Swift killed before his eyes, and Swift has no intention on returning to Earth until she truly feels homesick enough to do so. But so far, she is happy where she is.

18. Do they have a sparkmate? How did they get to know each other?

Again, Swift has four Conjunxes. Knockout, Breakdown, Elbent, and Verglaust. See above for how they all met, but to put it simply here....

As Asya the human, she met Knockout first when he kidnapped her as a prisoner of the Decepticons. During her imprisonment, she stood her ground and was sassy and flirty with Knockout and Breakdown, until the three of them simply started speaking and growing closer emotionally until her rescue. After that, they began to meet in secret where their feelings grew and developed despite their species, until the end of the war came and Asya helped KO and BD to be free of the Cons and join her family. Their relationship soon became romantic, even before she became Swiftwire.

After the death of her family by the TALOS bombs, KO found an old ship and brought the surviving family members to Cybertron to start fresh amongst their own kind, where Swift first travelled around the planet for the sake of her mental health but instead both lost and gained her first child, before she returned to her family and moved to Vos to train as a politician for the sake of a better future for her children, and to help promote her vision of building equity for all, no matter a person's origins. During her training, she was told to hire a bodyguard, and the biggest one there who caught her eye just so happened to be Verglaust, a giant mech who immediately made her spark flutter with familiarity and attraction (cue Moto Moto song~) purely because he was a Beastformer, the only kind who had ever shown her love. Swift, KO and BD soon married, had Sira, and during a gala to promote her vote for becoming a Senator in the Iacon Council, Swift was introduced to Elbent on the day she lost Firefly. After KO and Conduit helped Elbent to deliver Firefly's stillborn body, Swift was finally able to reunite with Elbent and got told of what happened... The grief became their link to forming their bond, as Swift used her Senator position to become a patron to Elbent's research, and soon enough the two femmes fell in love and introduced the idea of forming a polycule.

Thus the MnM gang was born.

19. Overall Look?

(Right here~)

(Her earring needs a minor change, just to represent her spouses: Red for Knockout, Dark Blue for Breakdown, Light Blue for Elbent, Green for Verglaust, Orange for Swift ..... Also heels. She deserves killer heels that can echo with every step.)

20. Bonus: What´s the song that represents your character the most?

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¬w¬ You know damn well why this works... We all know why, don't we mutuals?~

#I DID IT!!! BABY GURL FINALLY HAS A BIO!!#Hopefully this will cover everything anyone needs to know about her background and not be overwhelmed with an infodump #But HERE SHE IS!! YEE!!!!!#Thank you for making such a handy question thingy #stuckedwithstarscream #It REALLY helped!!#tigracespace #hyraxas #You too JJ~#Youtube

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Transpunk AU: Lady Eros of the Elysium Club / Hedonis of Night City

**MATURE WARNING: Mentions of sexual themes, drug cartels, mafia shenanigans.**

Taking place in the Cyberpunk 2077 world, Night City now serves as the battleground between the two branches of the biggest megacorporations in the world: Autobots Corporation (Autobot Co.), a military vehicle and weapons production branch of Militech, and Decepticon Cyberware Security (Cyber-Cons),a militaristic cyberware and Netrunner service branch of Arasaka.

Far below their constant war within the Corpo world, survival on the streets of Night City comes in the form of invisibility, crime or gang wars. Here, you’re either a nobody just trying to survive the constant poverty that plagues the city… or you’re somebody with a gun and a plan. Edgerunners and gang leaders are the wealthiest of the lower classes, wealthy enough to be noticed by the many Corporations high above them in their towers and skyscrapers. Therefore, if you’re a denizen of Night City and you wish to live a better life… Your best option is to “chrome up” with some cybernetics, grab a gun, and make your name known across Night City.

Asya Mutheru: Mafia Don, Pop Idol and the Mistress of Ardor

Also known as:

(Publicly) Lady Eros, Don of the Eidolon Ghosts mafia

(Singer persona) Hedonis

Creator of the Aphrodite’s Touch hormonal pills, a.k.a; the Red and Blue A.T drugs

(Voice Claim/Music Style as Hedonis: https://youtu.be/onzf3dyYGRI?t=30 )

Appearance:

Has “chromed” legs that change between high heeled, mid-thigh high boots of shiny silver, to feline digitigrade legs with soft, padded paws bearing lethal claws, her main tool for her work as a Mafia Don out on the field. *

Her eyes are also cyberware, due to their unnaturally bright icy blue irises with a hint of inner rings of gold that glow in dim light and almost like neon in complete darkness, when she activates them. When they’re not used for their intimidation factor, they allow her to zoom in on things that are far away in finite detail, see through walls using heat-detection, and allow her to see in complete darkness. *

Usually has her hair in long dreadlocks with silver-striped golden rings decorating them. Other times, when she wishes to relax her hair, she’ll tie her natural wavy afro into a low ponytail, which can reach over her shoulders in length and is very poofy and volumed in its natural state. *

On a casual day or when she is performing her duties as Lady Eros, she usually wears a dark grey, turtleneck halter crop-top with a low, and very revealing, rectangular shaped cleavage-window bearing strings criss-crossing to form little heart shapes within it (reminiscent of stained glass windows), matched with an orange mini-skirt or bootcut formal pants. *

When on stage or performing somewhere as Hedonis, she wears a sleeveless mini dress made of transparent and skin-tone coloured chiffon, with white and orange glow-in-the-dark rhinestones covering the majority of her body. It leaves nothing to the imagination, but the rhinestones in rose and vine shaped patterns cover only what needs to be hidden and displays only what is risky enough to let the eyes wander, mainly to her chest and back. Her hair and face are also painted in orange streaks to match with her outfit and to hide her identity.

Personality: Asya is generally very charismatic, flirty in a very direct and hands on way, and loves to act sensual when on stage and showing off her skills and beauty. If she can be the centre of attention and be allowed to show off, she’ll be there without hesitation. And while she’s very vain and fond of her looks, she’s also kind and proud of her empire and to those who have earned the right to be called her allies. But for those she does not yet trust… They’ll be considered her toys or drug mules in the making~

When she’s working as the Lady Don of the Eidolon Ghosts mafia, she’s usually stern and focused on her work, but still savours the chance to make her prisoners break and using more enjoyable forms of torture to get the answers out of them, or to press them into becoming her loyal workers. She always has a way of getting rid of loose ends, to make sure nothing is traced back to her. And when it comes to blackmail, interrogation and torture… None dare to grow curious into her methods. But her strength lies not just in her power as a Don… but it stems from her most loyal acolytes in the mafia, the backbone and shield of her empire…

The Cerberus Guards. Through her most powerful and undyingly faithful lap dogs, she controls everything that goes on in her empire and mafia. These loyal soldiers consist mostly in the form of cyborgs and men with strength-boosting cyberware, all of whom wear wire muzzles and collars as a test to break their egos, before it becomes their symbol of their loyalty and dedication to protecting their Lady Don and those within her empire. None are the closest to Asya than her faithful Cerberus, who in turn are rewarded with cyberware, housing, high income and being the only ones seen within her office or who can accompany her in her daytime job. The Cerberus Guards are the only ones seen in public and as a representation of the Eidolon Ghosts, who in turn are tasked in protecting the great singer “as an olive branch from the Lady herself, to show that not all mafias desire destruction”, all to hide her true identity as being the same person.

And luckily, her night life is well hidden not just under her club... but in a more secure backup location that serves as the true heart of her empire... the Olympian Underground. Not a single soul has ever been able to find it so far, as no one but Asya herself, her Cerberus Guards or one of her Cerberus chauffeurs have access to it, where right after their minds and every form of GPS in the car and phone techs will be wiped of the last hour to ensure they never remember where it is, even if they merely stop far on the outskirts of its actual location...... Not even her most faithful Ripperdocs, Elbent or KO, know about it.

As Hedonis, she’s publicly seen as nothing more than a celebrity prostitute, but instead of feeling the pressure of the public trying to put her down and humiliate her, she thrives off of that kind of hate out of pure spite to feed her ego. The more negative comments she gets, the more fuel it adds to the fire of her passion for her work. There’s no greater feeling to her than the thrill of making a music video that pushes at the boundaries of comfort, that shows a deep message under the guise of it being merely “about sex and drugs”, when a more observant eye can spot the meaning beneath the Eros and glamour. When out and about, her Cerberus Guards pay her no mind while serving their duty as bodyguards to the singer… allowing her to playfully touch, nuzzle or mock them to show how little they care about her. But behind closed doors, she always shows how thankful she is to them and their perfect performance~

Under the mask of the sensual leader and performer, however.... she's deeply afraid that one day she will be hunted down by an Edgerunner, who will come to bring her empire crashing down, find her sanctuary, and kill everyone under her protection... when all she dreamed and hoped to achieve was to merely provide a safe haven for those like her or those who needed her.

Description:

Sex, drugs and music fuel Asya’s career and life, where at night she works as both a stage performer within her own night club, Elysium, and as the leader of the Eidolon Ghosts mafia that protect it and the area of Night City that surrounds the club.

Only those closest to her and who work with her intimately in the heart of her business know her real name. For beyond the walls of her night-bound fortress, she is known only as the pop idol Hedonis, one of the few singers able to avoid the paparazzi due to her well organized and massive amount of security personnel who also guard the underbelly of her fortress, known only as the Cerberus Guards… Which works in her favour, as she uses her stardom to find her most loyal fans or merely those who are desperate enough to be her silenced couriers, mules and lackeys (silenced due to the blackmail of a timed virus bomb in their cyberware, which will go off and kill them if they do not obey the singer and finish the task on time) and deliver her most precious gift alongside the most skilled members of the Eidolon Ghosts throughout Night City…

Aphrodite’s Touch, or the Touch of the Goddess… Otherwise known by its street name, Red and Blue A.T’s.

Her medicinal drugs are known to be the only form of affordable gender affirming care, with the safer and more well known option being only available to those with the wealth of a Corpo. But with Asya’s pill version of HRT, even those barely able to afford their rent can gain their male (Blue A.T’s) or female (Red A.T’s) hormones and not risk losing their physical energy or libido as a result of the gradual and welcomed change. However… the risk comes from this lack of loss in their energy, as instead it boosts the libido of the drug taker, which Asya profits from through her club’s surface level underground business… Elysium’s brothel. THIS is how Asya gains the other half of her vast income, and why no one has yet to be able to take down her empire, due to it being an intoxicating escapism obsession for the lowest class of Night City… the only way a person can truly find joy and safety in such a society.

This drug, that even Asya takes to aid in her transition into a woman and with the energy needed for her music career, alongside her famous brothel, are the reasons why Asya is known to the public as Lady Eros.

Her closest allies are as follows:

Dr. Elbent - Former Trauma Team International paramedic, turned Ripperdoc for the Eidolon Ghosts, protected ward of Lady Eros

Dr. KO (Knockout) - Lady Eros's personal Ripperdoc

Vernie (Verglaust) - Cyborg experiment and former soldier of Militech rescued by Elbent, joined the Eidolon Ghosts and became Asya's personal guard/Cerberus lap dog.

Breaker (Breakdown) - Head of Security, the Big Brother eye on every single Cerberus and their whereabouts... alongside their immediate disposal at the first sign of disobedience or possible betrayal. Spares no expense or a single chance at someone possibly betraying them.

#transpunk au #cyberpunk #ezra iolite og work #longish post

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The O'Murchadha-Mutheru Kids: Conduit, Sira and Bori

Because I can't draw for shit, and I'm too scared to...... Have some bios of Asya's main kids. Along with some cringey Picrews to help with visualizing them..... ART IS HARD, OK?! ;A;

| Conduit (The Eldest of all the kids- Adopted by Asya) |

~ Brief Description ~

He/Him pronouns. Gay/Achillean orientation.

Voice Claim: Hanta Sero- My Hero Academia (Japanese voice) Singing voice: Stratovarius

His full mortal name is Natori Siwatu O'Murchadha-Mutheru. He prefers to be called Conduit due to the comfort the nickname brings, though his adoptive mother Asya usually calls him "Little Bird", which is what his first name actually means.

Conduit is a curse-made Gargoyle just like Fort Max (link here if you need a visual reference), but while Conduit should turn into stone during the day, the crystals that grow along his back and wings (sometimes his arms, legs and tail, if he uses his powers too much) are shards of moonstones that save him from the curse's stone-form effect. They are what prevents his ability to speak from being stolen and keeps his head and chest from becoming fully gargoyle in appearance, aside from his horns and fangs, and allow him to be active during the day and night.

If the moonstone shards are all removed, the grey scales will creep further up his human skin and he will become a statue at dawn, which will continue until a new crystal patch grows on his back again. But if he cannot regrow the crystals at all before the end of a week.... he will become a full gargoyle and lose his human side forever.

The appearance of his human side only consists of his light tan skin on his upper-torso area and head. But, from his shoulders to his hands, his hips to his feet, his tail and his wings down along his back... Conduit has dark grey scales befitting a gargoyle. He also has scraggly blonde hair and baby blue eyes, with short, straight-arching, dark grey horns. He got his scar across his face long before he met Asya, when he was a feral child struggling to survive against the Deep Dweller sirens constantly attacking him.

Those constant attacks from the Deep Dwellers are the reason why Conduit has a fear of going into the ocean and of sirens, other than Elbent, Ferrous or Indi. Starstrike (@dimorphodon-x's OC) does unnerve him for this reason, but also because of his infamous stare reminding him of a Deep Dweller, but Conduit instinctually masks his fear and does his best to not react to it around him, to ensure he isn't rude or hurtful towards Strike. (He's a very polite little man, even in the face of his PTSD, ok?!)

He quickly grew to reach 8 feet tall by the time he turned 19, making him a full foot taller than Verglaust. But for a while, he was considered the shortest on the ship due purely to his malnourishment, so as soon as he gained some pounds and healthy chonkiness, he quickly gained muscle and size thanks to the healthier lifestyle and care Asya and the gang gave him... Making both Conduit AND Asya late bloomers that gained their growth spurt at the same stage in their life.

He's around 27 years old by the time he arrives at Joka Ardhi, making him the oldest kid on the ship by six years. Once Ferrous becomes captain of the ship, Conduit will take over his father's role as the Immortal Sun's main doctor, helping Nicole even after her retirement.

Overall.... Conduit's a very good boy, kind-hearted, well mannered, and always eager to help. Also very protective of his siblings, especially his sister Sira and Bori.

~ Backstory ~

Asya and her two husbands had spent only five years living on the Immortal Sun, when they came across an island full of pearlescent shards of moonstone crystals, with some growing as tall as trees in towering clusters. Upon landing on the island to investigate, the crew found a cave full of different veins of crystals, a majority of which were magical in nature and could therefore be used for medical or practical purposes. And with Asya's childhood being spent studying the magic of crystals, as is commonly used in Jokani culture, they began to mine for them and bringing back barrels worth of them, a majority of which could be sold for a great fortune.

During their excavation adventure, Asya stumbled across a hut made of palm leaves and crystal shards, as well as a crowd of Deep Dweller sirens flocking at the shore of the hut. There, being pulled down by the sirens and frantically trying to escape their bloodthirsty hunt, was a young boy. A gargoyle somehow moving about in daylight, and being pulled down under the water by the Deep Dwellers. Without even a moment to hesitate, Asya jumped into the water and fought off the sirens, before she pulled the boy to shore and helped him catch his breath.

Weak, malnourished, riddled with injuries, old scars and crystals just like the ones on this island covering his back and wings, the boy looked to be no older than seven, but by his gargoyle features and face, Asya knew he was physically older but was too weak to develop into his teen body properly. And despite her feeling the sting of trauma from a child she previously rescued long before she met her husbands (a purple Dragonkin toddler she named Hyacinth who died at the hands of his captors despite her best efforts to save him).... Asya chose right there and then to take this boy in and raise him to be stronger, healthier and adored, to never face his struggles in life alone ever again.

After checking to be absolutely certain that he was the only one on this island, Asya marched right back to the ship with the boy in her arms, and without even looking back or saying a word to anyone she passed by, despite the obvious confusion and questions of the crew and her captain, Asya brought the boy below deck and nursed him back to health, making him the first child on board the Immortal Sun. The moment he regained consciousness, the child began to act defensively feral, hissing and swatting at anyone who dared come near him, with the only real way to treat his wounds being to wait until he was asleep or wait for him to trust Asya, Nicole or Kevin to touch him while he was too exhausted to fight back, and only then could they fully patch him up. Not even Max during his nightly rounds brought the fellow gargoyle any comfort, but no matter who came and went out of the cage room... Asya was always there, spending every moment she could by his side, patiently waiting for him to lower his guard and simply spoke to him with a soft, maternal voice to soothe his worries, oftentimes calling him "Little bird" affectionately, all without realizing just how suddenly she was adopting the role of a mother.

Four months later, the now healed up and less frightened boy finally began to explore the ship, curious yet timid but in a way a child should be. No longer did he show his feral side, but still he preferred to walk on all fours and move or act like a beast, not that Asya minded as she encouraged him while also showing him how to rely on his hind legs (a secret she had yet to reveal to the crew about her own childhood habit of walking on all fours and learning to transition onto her paws). And after another month, he finally began to speak but with very few words, like a toddler learning how to grasp the concept of speech. It was, however, more than enough to learn his story...

Of how he lived with his human father and mother, a Primus fisherman and a Unicronian weaver, on a tiny ship that relied on the sea for all they needed. Of how the ship suddenly crashed on a small island that was home to a mage, and how the mage angrily cursed Conduit, the only survivor, for stealing from his trash for food, and thus cursed him to bear the appearance of a true beast scavenging to survive. The moment the curse took form, it went rogue from the boy's fear, trauma and anguish, and thus the island became completely surrounded by crystals born of his body and power, killing the mage with it on accident. And since then, the boy grew up surviving on his own, until he was attacked yet again by the same Deep Dwellers who caused his family's ship to crash and killed his parents.

Since that faithful day, Asya has since taken him under her wing and raised him with all her love and praise, and with a healthier lifestyle he immediately shot up in size and grew physically stronger and bigger as a result, reaching well above Ferrous's height when he reached twelve years old, while the gargoyle child was twenty and already surpassed the average human height easily. Nowadays, rather than going by the name Asya chose for him in place of the one he can no longer remember from his parents, he usually goes by Conduit, in reference to his crystals being conduits of the elements.

~ Appearance ~

Present day Conduit (during the timeline of One Last Wish) is a 27 year old cursed Gargoyle who stands at 8 feet tall, with a wingspan of 7 feet. He has light tan skin with more human features than gargoyle ones, with his wings, entire lower torso down to his digitigrade legs and tail, and his hands up to just below the elbows, all being grey like a gargoyle. From the middle of back and the arms up to the thumb of his wings are all covered in small moonstone clusters, which aid in his ability to stay unfrozen during the day and grant him his powers over the sky-based elements (air, heat, water and lightning). He also has short, scraggly, golden blonde hair and blue eyes, nearly the same hue as his adoptive mother's, a large scar right across the bridge of his nose and under his eyes, and short, straight, grey horns.

Clothing wise, Conduit normally just wears grey, baggy shorts or haram pants, due to the sheer thick size of his digitigrade legs, and a sleeveless yellow top that must have no buttons due to how large and beefy he is naturally as an adult. More often than not, he's usually shirtless when he doesn't feel like struggling with his clothes.

When he uses his powers, the crystals glow the colour of what element he uses (red for heat, light blue for air, yellow for lightning, sapphire blue for water) and he can use up to two elements at a time. However, the more or longer he uses his powers, the more the crystals grow along his body, which mainly gather along his back and wings. But if he uses them too often during a battle, they'll begin to creep more and more along his body, starting with his spine area on his back, down to his tail, and then along his arms and the back of his legs. The more crystals that grow, the more unstable his powers become, until he'll start losing control entirely and lighting or heat begin to spout from his crystals and body against his will. The only way to stop this is to break the crystals off and bring them down to a minimum amount at least on his wing tips.

Growing and trimming the crystals always cause him pain since they pierce through his flesh and grow directly from his bones, but Asya's white fire always helps to soothe it a little during their removal.

~ Personality ~

Conduit is a very sweet, empathetic, kind and patient gentleman, and the older he becomes, the more polite and patient he ends up being through experience and age. Even as a man in his late 20s, he's still the kind of person who helps anyone and everyone, even animals... With such an example being his habit of picking up snails when on land, and putting them in the grass or somewhere safe and hidden to keep them safe from a human path. Despite him understanding that he lives a safe life, however, he always excessively worries about his parents due to their collective trauma. And despite Asya's best efforts in making sure Conduit lives a good and happy life, he still worries about his Mama's wellbeing every time she plays the role of the hero for her family. This has resulted in him developing constant nightmares and insomnia.

... Which led to him becoming close with Blue Heron, Max and his adoptive father, Verglaust, when they're all out and about during the night. Once he becomes a doctor, Conduit will grow even closer to Max and Blue Heron, considering them his uncles.

| Sira (Second child of Asya, Third born on the ship- Biological Daughter of Asya and Kevin) |

~ Brief Description ~

She/Her, Lesbian/Sapphic - Asexual

Voice Claim: Yasha- Critical Role Campaign 2 (she IS mute and literally has no means of talking vocally... but Indi does find a crystal that can grant her one, so this is what she would sound like, after a long while of training to relearn how to speak) Singing voice: Lethabo Mello

Her full name is Sira Citrine O'Murchadha-Mutheru, but like most on the ship, she gained a "pirate" name later on in life, based on her assassin skills and lack of voice... Whisper.

Sira is the shortest of all the kids, with her being just two inches taller than her adoptive mother, Elbent, and only reaching below her closest friend Divot's nose when facing them. On average, she can only reach below the chest of the majority of the Immortal Sun's crew, and can very easily sit on Solclave and Verglaust's shoulder without feeling heavy on them, even as an adult, mostly thanks to her lanky build.

She's known as the "smartest" kid on the ship, due to her analytical and quick-thinking nature, so she usually always knows what to do to solve a problem. She inherited her high intelligence and beauty (alongside her height) from her father, but learned her fighting skills and wit from her mother and Uncle Blue Heron. However, she's often considered a know-it-all due to this, and is often teased when she tries to infodump any exciting new thing she's learned.

On that note, she also inherited her Mama Asya's autism (as well as the Mutheru aquiline nose), which only adds to her struggles due to her being born mute and becoming more reclusive as she grew up. She often hides in high places hidden from view to read and stay away from everyone, mostly due to her being so frequently ignored because of her mutism or teased for her book-smarts but lack of knowledge on how to properly express her emotions. This developed into her "cold and stoic" reputation and masking method, even though she is an emotional and highly empathetic person thanks to Asya teaching her and Divot comforting her.

Sira is one of the only two Dragonkin of Asya's lineage living on the Immortal Sun, after Asya and her poly-fam move to Joka Ardhi. But despite Asya being a Ruby breed of Dragonkin, Sira and her younger brother Bori are both Opal Dragonkin, due to them both not being Sun Blessed or bearing the traits of their mother's pedigree. This is because specific conditions must be met in order for a Ruby Dragonkin to be born, and thereafter are considered their own species or breed. (But without these conditions tampering with Asya's firstborn or any child afterwards, every child born of Asya's blood are therefore all Opal Dragonkin (But only Njeri, Asya and Elbent's child, is a Ruby Dragonkin like Asya, since they were born on Joka Ardhi, and has since become the only one of Asya's species to be born during her reign as Dragon Queen)).

Divot (@cuppajj's OC, the child of Drillburst and Fort Max) is the only one who can truly understand Sira on a personal level. For even with them learning how to fluently use sign language, Divot has always been able to "read" and deeply understand Sira since they were kids, and as they grew up together to become warriors and wiser people as a whole, Divot can now read her body language just as clearly as her hand sign. To Divot, Sira can speak a thousand words with just a mere shrug, or say all that she needs to say with just a glance or glare. Deep down, Sira considers Divot her soulmate, thanks to their deep understanding of the mute Dragonkin, and deep down she feels drawn to them in a certain way~

~ Backstory ~

After the troubling birth of Elbent's second-born daughter Indicolite (in which Asya aided in the delivery, but when she was born blue and deathly still, she used the forbidden Soul Fire magic and gave up a piece of her soul to revive Indi), Asya immediately knew deep down that she yearned to bear a child of her own. The baby blues hit even stronger the moment she held the crying and lively newborn siren in her arms, now bearing a tiny shard of Asya's soul for the rest of her life.

There was just one problem with her wish... She was still stuck with the remnant parts of a man, despite her hormone replacement therapy granting her the physique of a woman.

So, it was decided, after much discussion and argument between Asya, Kevin, and Elbent, that until a more permanent solution could be found, they would craft a potion to temporarily grant Asya the full form of a woman, with her first love, Kevin, being chosen as the sire of this child. And for the first few months of her pregnancy, despite all the sickness and aches she felt... Asya finally felt whole. The dysphoria was gone, for the first time in her life, and Asya had never felt so happy since that day.

But the joy did not last... For when she reached only her seventh month, Asya began to bleed and knew something was wrong. The baby was coming. And she knew, despite the constant reassurance she gave to her spouses through her agony... She was dying. The potion was wearing off too soon, and Asya's body was reverting to its old state, with her womb slowly disappearing and the labor now starting to tear Asya apart from the inside.

Working quickly and efficiently, they finally delivered a healthy baby girl, but... Asya couldn't wake up. And while the newborn never cried her first breath, the screams that echoed from Elbent rang across the ship marked the event for all to remember for the rest of their lives, as her spouses soon ran in to witness Elbent slowly turning feral with grief, as she held her dead wife. Kevin and Conduit quickly worked together to patch Asya up and used Conduit's electricity to shock her back to life. And even though it worked... the new mother remained sleeping, too weak to wake up or even move. And upon checking on the premature infant, Nicole discovered why she was so eerily quiet....

The baby was born without a voice. Not even a voice box could be found in the newborn's throat, despite her having everything else she needed to breathe, drink, eat and live without any issues.

So, when Asya finally healed and came out of her coma a month later, the new parents worked during Asya's bed rest to learn sign language and form a curriculum for their mute daughter and all their kids and the crew of the ship to learn, in order to grant their youngest child the right to communicate as she grew. And as she did grow up strong but silent, Asya finally figured out a name for her now three month old, based purely on the appearance she inherited...

Sira, after her late grandmother, Gasira Mutheru, and Citrine for her middle name, after Apophis's daughter, the dragon who was meant to become the next Dragon Queen were it not for the Founders.

....... Growing up on the ship soon became a challenge all on its own for Sira, as without a voice or a clear way to communicate, the young Dragonkin was easily ignored due to how chaotic and loud everyone else was, despite their love and care for her. So, instead of trying to stand out to be seen, Sira opted to simply hide and be patient, wait for her turn for attention to get the things she needed, or simply go to Solclave, Blue Heron, Hawk or, more frequently, Divot for help.

Her visits to Divot and Drill to get away from the frantic lifestyle of her family grew more and more common, even more so when Sira became fully fluent in hand sign alongside her parents, her brothers and sister, and of course Divot, the only person quiet enough to listen to Sira who aided in helping her learn. Now with a more visual way of communicating beyond being dragged around, pointing and writing to show Sira's needs, the blue Dragonkin and the child of the bard quickly became a common sight around the ship, as they grew into mischievous teenagers and eventually witty young adults, masters in the ways of a warrior and seafaring pirates.

Mastering her icy blue flames and the ballet-like grace of her steel barbed whip, a weapon she hides as a belt under her sash while her leather corset protects her skin, Sira grew up into a formidable warrior due to the speed of her attacks and the range of both her fire magic and her weapon. However, Sira's greatest strength lies in her stealth and silence, alongside her quick wit and the trust she has in Divot.

~ Appearance ~

As she grew and neared her pre-teens, Sira looked almost entirely human during this phase of her childhood development, were it not for her sky blue hands and feet (aside from her soles and palms, which were the normal pale brown befitting a person of colour) alongside the very tiny stumps for horns hidden in her afro of dreadlocks. But as she reached her mid-teen years, she developed the traits befitting a blue Opal Dragonkin, with clawed draconic feet upon scaly legs, sharp clawed hands and fangs, a long tail with a short black tuft of fur at the tip, and short, slightly curved, gazelle-like horns. She hated this form of puberty since Dragonkin grow their scales through pimples, just like a human teenager with acne, but are extremely itchy as they emerge and become scales along the skin, which is also oily to help the scales develop into strong, vibrant and hard armour... but it stinks like rotting fish, unfortunately for Sira.

Fashion wise, Sira wears dusty-pastel blue, shoulderless blouses with long draping sleeves, all of them being made of silk or any soft fabrics she can find due to her finding cotton and linen too rough for her comfort. This is normally paired up with simple navy or dark blue pants that only reach her knees, to accommodate for her digitigrade legs, held up by a scarf belt Asya weaved for her 18th birthday, made of dark green and yellow cashmere... The colours of her crush, Divot, which she started wearing as a belt on the day Divot explained their pronouns to show her support for her She/They friend. (Yes, Asya knows this, and she excitedly ships them... She already has a golden cow statuette ready to give to Drillburst, as it is Jokani tradition for a parent or partner to give the family of the betrothed a cow as their dowry) And due to her constant reading, Sira developed bad eyesight and at the age of 12, earning her rectangular glasses that she cannot take off for anything other than baths and sleeping.

Sira inherited her mother's ebony skin tone, but due to her half-black genes, she's just one hue lighter than Asya but is still MUCH darker than Blue Heron. Alongside the Jokani completion, Sira also inherited her mother's long curls, and so keeping in her half-Jokani tradition and for easier hair maintenance, Sira has skinny and tight box braids that only reach below her chin and jaw, styled in a side-swept bob, with a few colourful beads to decorate the very ends of some of her braids in the colours of her parents:

Orange for Asya, Red for Kevin, Dark Blue for Brynjolf, Sky Blue for Elbent, and Emerald Green for Verglaust.

Two pairs are on the first two braids framing her face, to represent all four parents evenly, and two more pairs are on either side of her ears....... And yes, when it's windy, they do tend to whack her glasses.

~ Personality ~

Due to her growing up surrounded by loud, energetic and constantly busy family members, and an even louder ship full of crewmates constantly arguing, bantering, singing and fighting monsters of the sea or other pirates, Sira grew up feeling invisible for most of her life, finding comfort in books and solitude. But because of this lifestyle, she never felt the need to be emotionally expressive to make up for her lack of a voice, for who would even see her expressions or emotions when no one can hear her or remember to look her way?

As such, Sira doesn't speak, or rather sign, as much as she'd like to, simply because she rarely has much to say knowing she would just end up being talked over or not given attention in order to communicate at all, due to her mutism and her need to have someone who knows hand sign to speak to. So, when she does hold a conversation with someone, she often has a chilling and stoic aura around her, almost like an inability to use any of her emotions, which surprisingly aids in showing just how intelligent she can be.

However, Sira is actually very shy and introverted, and oftentimes finds herself acting rather awkward in most social situations due to her solitary lifestyle. This is where Divot comes in as her saving grace and her advocate.... For without them, Sira would be even more antisocial and outright afraid to even approach people, due to the huge barrier her disability causes.

When she's with Divot, Sira is much more expressive, relaxed and happy, to the point that no one on the entire ship, other than her parents, have ever seen her smile without Divot being there. It's gotten to the point, now that they are all older and have formed their adult lives on the ship, that every time Divot enters the room, Sira immediately brightens up and her fire magic flares due to her magic being fueled by her emotions and her literal heart. They usually show up as a smoke-filled sigh that comes out in the shape of a heart, or her tail tip catching fire suddenly. Divot has yet to realize this, much to Sira's relief in her hope of revealing her fiery heart's desire to them one day~

| Bori (Third child of Asya, Last child born on the ship to Elbent's family- Son of Asya and Verglaust) |

(Art belongs to PammyJammy117 on Twitter... I'm just using it as a placeholder cause HE EERIE LOOKS JUST LIKE VERGLAUST AND ASYA BUT WHITEWASHED, LIKE DAYUM)

He/Him, Pansexual

Voice Claim- Lon'qu from Fire Emblem Heroes Singing Voice: Rengoku's part in this... Bori would most likely sing this with Flora (Nicole's daughter) for a karaoke night of drunken fun.... but also I just really like this song ;3;

His full name is Borealis Kaito O'Murchadha-Mutheru, and instead of gaining a badass pirate name like the rest of his family... his appearance and the teasing from his much older siblings led to him earning the nickname "Panda". But, when he's finally treated more seriously, he bears the proud moniker of his name, Bori, after the adoptive albino Dunefarer that Asya considered her true father in her past.

His usual reaction to being called Panda is to immediately snap/spin to the one who called him that (usually just his siblings) and yell at the top of his voice "YOU..... Shut your face!!" and then just as suddenly return to whatever he was doing, including speaking at a calmer and quieter tone, as if it never happened. It's become an inside joke to the O'Murchadha-Mutheru siblings, to see just how far away they can be to see how loud Bori's voice can get.

Bori became the strongest person on the ship, in order to inherit his father's role as the protector of the Immortal Sun. And thanks to the crystal magic Asya discovered during her battle against her father, Bori soon gained the ability to transform into a 35 foot long white Lindwyrm.

Because he's the youngest on the ship, Bori was half raised on Joka Ardhi until he was around 20 years old, when he felt ready to live on the Immortal Sun away from his parents. During his time on land, he discovered his orientation and became a bit of a playboy amongst the Jokani. He did meet and eventually fall for a Dragonkin transwoman with lavender scales named Djamila, whom he visits once a year when the ship returns to Joka Ardhi for their annual family meeting to keep in touch. He hopes one day to bring her with him for the year to see the world beyond the southern kingdom's shores.... and marry her~

Should anything happen to Njeri or her future heirs when they becomes the next Dragon Monarch after Asya, Bori has given his consent to come back to Joka Ardhi and step in as a "stand-in" Dragon Lord until a suitable heir can replace him, be it his own children or someone he feels can bear the mantle of the crown. So, despite his Opal Dragonkin birth and his lack of coronation as crown prince, Bori is a real prince, and a cautionary heir apparent to the Throne of Crimson Sands. And should he actually become Dragon Lord, none would dare to oppose him due to his strength and kindness.

~ Backstory ~

Once again, the baby blues hit a now fully transitioned intersex Asya, only this time she was more severely warned by her husbands and wife that she cannot, under any circumstances, carry a child. Not until they were truly sure of her body being capable of undergoing such a taxing event and survive.

So, a deal was struck... Kevin would carry the child by undergoing an upgraded and longer lasting gender-bending potion, and through a mix of science and meticulous magical aid, a piece of Asya's DNA (her "seed") was altered to ensure she was the biological mother of the child. And, with Verglaust chosen as the sire, Kevin would henceforth be their gender-bent surrogate to the very first Half-Fauna dragon-hybrid, that being a half Desert Lindwyrm Dragon - half Sea Dragon.

Despite their worries of Kevin possibly facing body dysphoria and pain from carrying a child, let alone one bearing a plethora of sturdy genes (of both an increased dragon bloodline instead of a half human one, and Verglaust's dominant giant-size gene), Kevin had no issues and instead experienced a surprisingly pleasant pregnancy and birth... At the result of him realizing that he was genderfluid and loved appearing as masculine or as feminine as he felt each day, to the point that he and Elbent now have daily arguments over her dresses that he steals borrows.

When the baby was born, there was no question on what to name him, especially after the shock wore off from the fact that the infant's ebony skin had white Dragonkin traits. The white scales of his Dragonkin features would soon lead to his parents deciding on the name Borealis, after Asya's father figure who often wore a white wolf pelt to cover his pale, albino skin.

However, because of his literal "black and white" appearance, as well as his early growth spurt making him as tall as Elbent by the time he was ten, his siblings and most of the crew started calling him "Panda". This, however, would be a name that he'd greatly benefit from as it perfectly described him in personality too... For when the day came that his parents decided to leave the Immortal Sun and live in Joka Ardhi, bringing Bori with them after consent was given to let him be raised by his parents until he was ready to return to the ship, many of his now adult aged siblings were given the roles of their parents, be it by the child's choice or inherited by birthright.

And so, Bori grew up for half his life in the royal palace of Joka Ardhi, a designated prince by blood as he grew in both size and power, while also growing up hearing the tales of his parents' heroic deeds during their decades at sea. And as he grew to be just as big as his father, Bori was inspired by him and so chose to inherit the role of the "guardian" of the ship, once he was old enough and felt ready to leave. During his final month in preparation for his departure, his mother Asya revealed to him the secret of her family, of how she won the war against her father for the crown... The crystals that bore the ability to change a dragon from before the Founder's War into humans could also allow humans bearing their blood to turn into titan sized dragons.

Immediately, Bori took his chance to fully embrace the old mantle of his father and gained the ability to turn into a giant Lindwyrm at will, just like his mother could, but one capable of rapid speeds through both air and sea thanks to his inherited White and Yellow fire magic allowing him to hop and glide through the air, while his father's sea dragon genes allowed him to swim faster than the wind... Even though he requires a potion to grant him gills.

~ Appearance ~

Bori is the only one so far to be JUST as tall as Solclave once he's fully grown, all thanks to his father's tall genes and his mother's Dragonkin size boosting genes adding onto it. It certainly doesn't help that he's also huge in a physical way, due to his training to tone his growing body and prepare it for his chosen role as guardian of the ship, a mantle he eagerly wished to gain to honour both his father and maternal grandfather-by-choice.

As such, Bori usually wears armour that mostly consists of leather pants, metal knee pads and boots, leather straps crossed over his bare chest (that constantly creak with strain when he crosses his arms) that hold his twin sinmalayat swords at his hips, and a metal pauldron covering the entirety of each shoulder down to his bicep, one cut in the shape of a wolf skull, the other of a dragon.

...... He refuses to wear a shirt or coat.

Beyond that, he mostly inherited his father's looks, but he has his mother's ebony skin tone, though his is a bit lighter and towards a bronze hue. He also has central heterochromia, with his father's sunset-orange eyes being in the center while his mother's aquamarine-blue hue surround the rings of orange... And sometimes, when his eyes are half-lidded, they appear just like a golden sun on the sea horizon. He often wears his black, wavy curls half-up in a messy bun to hide them, while the rest of his hair reaches just past his shoulders, with three beads (green, orange and red for his father, mother and surrogate carrier) in a single row woven into the hair-tie, as is tradition of a Jokani child.

~ Personality ~

Upon first impressions, Bori appears stoic, intimidating and a terrifying presence to be near, which certainly fit his overshadowing appearance and height. However, once someone gets to truly talk to him without showing him any fear, Bori finally reveals his true personality...

A kind, mannerly, sweet and caring guy who tends to be rather sheepish and easily flustered at the simplest of compliments.

He is very playful with his siblings, since they rarely saw each other before he joined the crew once he was of age, and to make up for lost time they constantly prank each other. In turn, he is very protective of his older sister Sira, the only other Dragonkin on the ship, and the two form a close bond as they celebrate both sabbatic and religious traditions of their Jokani culture together, to honour their mother and family when they miss them.

And when the day comes that he finally brings his girlfriend on board, they celebrate their Jokani ways as a new family to help Djamila (often called Millie for short) settle in and enjoy her time on the ship... just as the crew did when Asya first came on board~

And to finish this off.... here's everyone's heights, with Asya (in her true Dragonkin form), Verglaust, Elbent, Kevin and Solclave for comparisons.

#pirateformers au #tigracespace #ezra iolite og work #character bios #Conduit #Sira #Bori the Second

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